just the two of us [ m.s x reader ]

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Mick was an absolute sweetheart, always being so gentle and caring. He was considerate and patient. And I thanked whatever or whoever brought him to me. I couldn't think of someone better to spend my last days on earth with.  I closed my eyes as I savored the warm water on my skin, melting my worries away, I smelled a marvelous odor coming form the kitchen and noted that it was Mick. HE truly was heaven sent. 

I opened my eyes startled when I heard a knock on the door. 

"(y/n)? Dinner is ready." I rubbed my eyes and immediately regretted it as it started to sting my eyes.

"I'll be right out!" I heard his footsteps fade. I tried my best to get out without cracking my head open and die on the spot. With success. I got dressed in warm pajamas and got out of the room. I walked towards the kitchen and inhaled the aroma that floated around the room. 

"Smells delicious," I congratulated him, hugging Mick from behind. He unclapsed my hands and twirled me around. 

"Should we patch you up before dinner or after?" 

"Hmmm," I pretended to think out loud, "maybe later, let it breathe you know," I glanced down at my leg and saw it was healing, "thanks to you it doesn't look horrendous."

"The least I can do," we both said in unison. 

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After the wonderful dinner Mick cooked for us, I decided to have dessert. I made him try my blazed bananas. We enjoyed them while we talked about today's topic which was childhood. 

"I had a pretty non exciting childhood. I was kind of the outcast, always reading books in the corner, in my own world. That kind of childhood." 

"You were a little nerd?"

I smiled and chuckled, 

"Yeah, a big nerd. You?"

He ate his remaining bits on his plate and cleared his throat,

"Well my childhood was definitely out of the ordinary, it's not everyday you're the son of a legendary formula one driver. I had a difficult time making friends, real friends. A  lot stuck around just to get invited at my birthday party to meet my dad or come over my house only to brag about it the next day. So finding genuine friendship was hard, and even more so love."

The taboo subject was brought up. 

"Not much luck in that field?" I asked him, licking my spoon. 

"Not really no, girlfriends came and went, and I mostly focused on my career in the last past years so I didn;t really have time to date. But then this happened and I met you." He then looked at me and our eyes locked. 

I got up and went to my room, leaving Mick there in pure confusion, I quickly came back with a speaker and set it on the table. Turned it on and connected it with my phone. I then opened Spotify and choose a song. I played Paul Anka's "tonight my love, tonight."

I dragged Mick by the arm and forced him to the song, He listened intensely to the lyrics and he beamed at the lovely lyrics and the upbeat rhythm. His body decided then to join me in the dance, as the song ended he dramatically pulled my in his arms, and did the infamous dip. And suddenly we were plunged in darkness as the power ran out. 

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"Mick..." This was it. The first wave. I shivered as fear crept in. I held on tight to Mick's arm and guided him to the storage, where I grabbed big candle sticks. I set them on the table and lit the wick on fire with matches. As we both started to add more candles all around the house, suddenly, the rooms started to lit up and I could see Mick's face clearly. I pulled him in a hug. We both knew what this meant. We had a week or two before... before our demise. 

"We're going to be alright," I tried to reassure him as best as I could. I heard him shiver and shake under my grip. I pulled him away and went to light the fireplace. The house started to warm up, and the fire crackling made me somehow feel safer. I went to my room and grabbed a bunch of blankets and pillows and set them on the couch. I extended the sofa to make it more spacious for the two of us. 

Mick jumped in and covered himself with the soft blankets and hummed in satisfaction. He then motioned for me to get in with him. I slipped through and cuddled with him as his arms wrapped around my shoulders. I decided it was my turn to be there for him, so I grabbed his head and placed it on my chest, low enough for my chin to rest on his head. I began to play with his hair, which was incredibly soft and smelled fresh and clean. 

"I'm going to keep you safe tiger, mark my words." I murmured.

"(y/n)," he breathed, "you know what's going to happen eventually."

"until then, I'm going to fight for you, with every last breath I have left."

"This may not be the right time, but I don't want to die with radioactive cancer of being hunted down by enraged animals life bear or wolves or worse when animals will escape from zoos and will destroy everything on their paths." He then stared in silence at the fire blazing before us, choosing his words, "I want to pass peacefully."

I thought for a moment then knew it was the right thing to do.

"If you go, then I go too."

"(y/n)-"

"Mick, life won't have anymore meaning when you're gone, so I'll go with you. We'll- we''ll go to sleep one night and never wake up."

He nodded besides my and I felt my leg getting wet. He was crying and I was too.