Do you think you could write a goth reader being really close with Mike (platonically)? Maybe with some Michael romance(if not it's okay !!) btw I absolutely love your writing and am always reading your work thru the day <3
Hey friend! I have never written for Mike before, but I can picture how he would look in my headcanons! I hope I managed to get what you were asking for! I definitely have to write Mike into more stories cause heās my favorite Vamp!
I did make it to where you were dating and living with Michael, so I hope you enjoy that!
Edit: I JUST REALIZED I READ THE ASK WRONG OMG IM SO SORRY IM GONNA WRITE A NEW ONE
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The sun was high in the sky by the time you and Michael had finally awoken from your slumber. Both of you had stayed up late, just spending time with the other, the time getting away from you. Normally, youād be freaking out, upset about oversleeping. But the moment you opened your eyes and saw Michaelās peaceful face, you pushed all your cares away and enjoyed the sweet cuddling time you had with the man. It wasnāt exactly rare to have this kind of affection, but your boyfriend was a very handsy person, and it was lovely to not feel your bottom being squeezed every few seconds while you tried being nice.
Softly placing your arm around his shoulders, you pulled up closer to you, smiling as he began his morning grumbles. Humming softly, you began stroking soft circles on his back, smiling when he buried his face into your chest, his arms tighting around you. Closing your eyes, you sighed, deciding that since it was so late in the day, you didnāt mind staying a litte longer. That was, until your phone began blasting, the shrill screams from the device cutting into the silence of the room. Michael looked up at you, his eyes half lidded and falsely aggravated. You gave him a sheepish smile, kissing his forehead before reaching to grab your phone. The man laid his head on your chest once again, resuming his position. Looking at your phone screen, you smiled, swiping to answer the call.
āHello!ā you greeted warmly, fighting back a yawn. Your boyfriendās head popped up, eyebrows furrowed questioningly. Running your fingers through his curls, you ignored his look, instead focusing on the person on the other side of the phone. āOh shit, I completely forgot we made plans. Let me ask Michael really quick!ā you chirped, pulling the phone from your ear and pressing the mute button. āMike wants to know if we wanted to hang out today.ā you asked, shooting a sweet smile at the man who had himself wrapped around you. Michael responded by rolling his eyes, letting out an overdramatized sigh. āI guessā¦ā he muttered, reaching a hand up to brush some hair from your face. You kissed his forehead, unmuting the phone and bringing it back to your ear. āCome over in like, 2 hours. We gotta get out of bed first.ā you laughed. Hanging up the phone after saying your goodbyes, you made the first move to stand up, manuevering your way out of your boyfriendās arm. Michael stayed in the bed, a pout on his lips as he watched you walk around the room.
*+=2012 TimeSkip Woooooo=+*
Mike Makowski was the bane of Michaelās existence. Heās known him for years, his childhood years causing him to laugh cruelly as he remembered when they kidnapped the vamp wannabe to send him to Scottsdale. Although, while theyāve known each other for a while, you grew up from the sandbox with the man who used to claim he was a vampire. Thinking that leaving South Park would get rid of him, the curly haired goth was misfortunate enough to get with you. Which was great, because he loved you and would do anything for you. But was awful, because he fucking hated Mike Makowski, and with you, of course came Mike.
Michael sat on the couch in the living room, his legs crossed while he flicked through the Netflix titles on the TV. Coming to sit beside him, you tucked yourself into his side, his arm coming down to wrap around your shoulders. The tall man clicked on a random show to play in the background, the annoying theme music starting up as he turned the volume down low. āSo, what exactly are we doing today?ā he asked, resting his head against yours. Pulling your phone out of your hoodie pocket, you opened your messages with Mike. āI think just a lazy day. I havenāt planned on doing much else.ā you chirped, setting your phone down on the arm of the couch. Michael made a noise, his disdain evident. You could only laugh, rolling your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder.
Just as you did, there came a knock at your door. Almost flying out of your seat, you rushed over, not even looking out the peephole as you swung the door wide open. Arms wrapped tightly around your figure as you were almost thrown backwards, and your arms were quick to reciprocate. Mike pulled you into an almost too tight hug, one which you welcomed warmly with a giddy laugh. Michael watched from the couch, his expression annoyed. Standing from his spot on the couch, he stalked over to the pair. Mike finally pulled away, holding you at armās length to examine you.
āItās been sooooo long!ā he exclaimed, looking you up and down. āI know! Since moving out here, itās like you donāt want anything to do with me anymore!ā you teased, causing the man to chuckle. He had definitely grown up since the last time you saw him. He still had his slender frame, but he was slightly muscular. His long hair had been chopped off, and instead of only having a patch of green hair that heās had for years, he had colored all of his hair to green. It was then that Mike noticed Michael standing to the side, and his expression almost feel. āMichael.ā he said, nodding in the taller manās direction, a smile on his face. āMike.ā your boyfriend spat, his enthusiasm, or lack thereof, evident in his tone. Mike chuckled awkwardly, stopping when he noticed Michaelās face not change. Rolling your eyes, you shot your boyfriend a dirty look, grabbing Mikeās arm and walking to the living room.
āWell, now that youāre here, you get a glorious tour of our living space.ā you said, cutting the tension in the room. The limette looked to you, a smile gracing his features. āYes, please! It looks so cozy!ā he replied, and you began to lead him through your house, showing off the different rooms. Michael propped himself on the couch, his arms crossing over his chest. He listened as you and Mike walked through the halls, you opening random doors and the male making comments about everything he saw.
Walking with Mike behind you, you passed a door that had a āDo Not Disturbā sign on it. āThatās Michaelās home studio. Thatās his stuff, and I donāt want to mess anything up, so weāre not gonna look in it.ā you chirped, continuing back to the living room, having finished your small tour. āWell, you both did great for yourself. Iām very happy that youāre happy.ā Mike replied, cautiously walking past the door, as if even breathing near it would cause your boyfriend to rip his neck out. āI am happy. And Michael is a really big help. Heās always eager to fix things or change something up. Isnāt that right, babe?ā you asked the tall man, whose eyes stayed glued on the tv. He gave a curt nod, not wanting to talk to Mike anymore than he had to. Rolling your eyes, you climbed over the back of the couch, propping your legs over his. āCome and sit, Mike. Michaelās just a butthead, but you already knew that.ā you offered, laughing when Michael shot you a nasty look. Kissing his cheek, you placed a hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze as an apology for your quip. Mike sat on the other couch in the living room, far from armās length of your boyfriend.
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The sun had been down for a little over an hour before Mike had decided to leave. Between the time of him being there and him leaving, you forced Michael to play games with you two, made dinner and had a long conversation catching up with each other. Standing at your door, Michael behind you, you sent Mike off with another tight hug and a goodbye, begging him to come over again soon. Shutting your front door, you began waltzing around the room, cleaning up from the dayās activities. Your lover helped, and soon the living room looked exactly as it did before Mike came over. Heading upstairs to your bedroom, you both got dressed as you talked at Michael about the visit, his only replies being hums and noises of confirmation.
Finishing putting your pajamas back on, you noticed Michael had already laid down in the bed, his arms resting comfortably over his stomach. Feeling playful, you walked to his side and straddled his waist, grabbing his hands and directing them to your hips. The curly haired man smiled up at you, his eyes sleepy and thumbs beginning to rub circles on your skin. āYou did so good today, butthead.ā you smirked down at him, giggling to yourself as he rolled his eyes. āI donāt like him.ā he shrugged, looking back into your eyes. āI know. But still, thank you for not saying anything to him. Heās my best friend.ā you replied, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead, cheeks and eventually his lips. āAnd good boys get rewards.ā you giggled sinfully, eyes locked with his. He returned your look, the sleepiness in his eyes fading at your insinuation. You giggled as you were flipped over, his lips beginning to attack every inch of your skin.












