Bella

A small Michael x Quinn fic

Summary: Quinn was trying to get ready for bed after a long day of work, until they were met with a familiar face.

Notes: I don't write fics that often so I apologize if this is kinda buns 😭 this is very much based off of Michael's encounter with the Spectral Scoopers btw.

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“Ugh.. I'm so sore, and tired.” Quinn mumbled to themselves while laying down on their bed. Work was rough today; Quinn was all over the place, doing everything for everyone.. That's the way it goes when you work at a restaurant establishment. They rub their eyes and turn to lay on their side, staying comfortable under their blankets and comforter– They didn't even bother with removing their makeup either, so their eyes were clouded by smokey red and black circles, and their lips had a dark tint from their lipstick. Honestly? They could just fall asleep here and now… That was until they heard a tapping at their window.

Quinn opens their eyes and listens for the tapping again– and sure enough, the tapping reoccurred. That's when they fully sit up to turn and stare at their window. Was there a bug outside making that sound? Or maybe it's a squirrel..? Quinn's thoughts begin to cloud their brain, they shake their head and gather the courage to walk over to the window and open the blinds. Once Quinn yanked the string to pull up the blinds– there was nothing, except for a tree branch that was tapping against the glass.

“.. Hah, just a stupid branch.” Quinn huffs quietly and bites their lip. They turned around to head back to bed, but were instead met with a tall figure— Quinn almost screamed until they began to recognize what was standing in front of them; it was just Michael.. He was here at an odd time of night. “Holy shit— Michael?? You almost gave me a heart attack!” Quinn exhales and shakes their head, their hand clutching their chest for a second.

“Oh- Sorry Quinnie.. I didn't mean to startle you.” Michael's usual creepy smile showed as he talked, he tilted his head. “I was able to get off work early, so… I wanted to surprise you!”

“Well.. You did a damn good job at the ‘surprise’ part. How come you got off early?” Quinn asks, now sitting at the edge of their bed.

“... I had nothing else to do. Let's leave it at that.” Michael says, he scoffs quietly. “I thought you'd be happy that I was home early–” He mutters, frowning a little while he stared at his partner. Quinn blinks a few times before quickly standing up and walking over.

“What—?? No! No.. I am happy..! Sorry, I was just a little thrown off to see you here this late at night.. I promise I didn't mean anything by it.” They reassure Michael as they take both of his hands into theirs. “I really am sorry if I came off as disappointed or anything..”

Michael listens and stares down at Quinn's hands, before bringing one of them up to his face and kissing their fingers– he presses his cheek into the palm of Quinn's hand and shuts his eyes.

“No, it's fine..” Michael finally responded. “I'm just a bit uppity tonight, not because of anything bad. I'm actually really happy.”

“Oh..?” Quinn smiles, they guide Michael by the hands and sit down with him on the bed. “Why are you so happy?~” They ask, playing with Michael's hair. Quinn loved seeing him smile, and the way his eyes squint whenever he did. Michael does just that, he smiles and chuckles quietly– now grinning and glancing down.

“Ah– I uh.. I guess I'm just happy because things are going well for me now? I have you, I helped you get your home, I have a job.” He looks over at Quinn again, now playing with their hair. “So I can keep getting money so that I can get you whatever you want.. You know?” He adds as he moves closer to Quinn, practically wrapping himself around them while he rests his chin on the top of their head. Quinn giggles softly and places a soft kiss on Michael's neck, moving into his touch.

“You're so sweet, you know that..?” Quinn hums.

“I try to be for you.” Michael responds, shutting his eyes.

Quinn and Michael stayed in bed and cuddled for a while. Quinn did note that Michael was acting a bit strange; it was unusual for him to leave work early like that, but then again it wasn't unusual for him to show up at their home unannounced, so.. They didn't think much of it. After what feels like an eternity of cuddling in silence, Michael speaks up again.

“Do you know if my father is proud of me, Quinn?” He asks suddenly, causing Quinn to open their eyes. “Like.. I know you have that thing where you can sense things beyond the grave, I admit– I did say it was ridiculous two years ago, but… Now I wonder. After he died.. Did you ever feel anything? Do you know if he's happy with me..?”

Quinn says nothing, they're instead trying to choose their words carefully; it was no secret that Michael had a complicated relationship with his father before he died, based on what Michael had told them about his childhood, even up to adulthood. However some things were still vague. Quinn felt like they couldn't tell them a yes or no answer, truly— Quinn didn't know.. It would crush him.

“... I may not have known your father that well, granted I only met him once. But I've noticed that after some people die, something changes; they have no worries, they don't have life's anchors to submerge them in this world anymore.. But sometimes they do feel anchored by something like uh… Unfinished business, unsaid words, what have you.” Quinn says as they gesture with their hands. “But uh.. I don't think your dad feels anchored or anything like that, and.. I do think he would be proud to see you now, Michael.”

Michael doesn't say anything, he's just.. Quiet. He's thinking to himself. ‘If that's really true, then.. I can make him even more proud. I can continue his legacy, like I was made to do. The Spectral Scoopers were already a start tonight.. Now I just need to find a way to get the animatronics out of there, so I can—’

“Michael?”

Michael snaps back into reality upon hearing Quinn's voice, he blinks and looks down at them. “Sorry, sorry..- I was just… Thinking. I was thinking about what you said, and.. Thank you. Thank you so much Quinn.” He wraps his arms around Quinn, bringing them into a long hug. Quinn lets out a relieved sigh and snuggles up closer to Michael, shutting their eyes.

“Of course, I love you so much Michael.. I want to be here for you in any way I can, alright?”

Even after two years of being together, those words always cause Michael to stop in his tracks. He's not used to hearing them, he's never really been told that before. It was still something to get used to, he gulps softly.

“I.. I love you too. Thank you.” He mumbles, kissing Quinn's forehead and closing his eyes while he nuzzles their curly blonde hair.. He's going to call it a night— that question about his father drained him more than he thought it would.