~𝓐 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽~ (One Shot Book & Requests)

💨💢Michael Langdon x M!Reader

Feat. Jealous! Tate Langdon!!!

Also not affiliated with the first Michael one-shot I did.

You were both walking down the sidewalk and Michael had his arm around you, the larger male gently rubbing your arm and you curled into his side. You had taken him out to spend some time with him and Michael seemed to be enjoying it a lot, mostly just enjoying the fact that he was with you. He enjoyed your company in the most childlike way, being playful and flirty whenever he could whenever he was around you.

You were currently walking him home, his house closer to the place you both visited than your house was. It took a lot of convincing but Michael finally dropped the offer to walk you home after you told him you only lived a few blocks down the road.

You walked with him up the sidewalk, both of you laughing and leaning into each other and when it was finally time Michael leaned down to give you a kiss goodbye, which you gladly returned and you went on your way. Michael watched after you to make sure you got down the street safely before heading inside.

Michael felt all giddy inside, and there was no doubt seeing you had put him in a better mood. When he didn't see his Grandma anywhere in the house, he walked next-door somehow knowing she would be there and he walked in without bothering to knock.

Vivian was sitting on the couch drinking a cup of red wine and Moira was busying herself with dusting. Michael smiled widely at her and Vivian muttered, "Hi, Michael."

Michael couldn't tell how cautious she was when she spoke, and he didn't realize the clear lack of interest and profound annoyance seeping in there as well. He just happily trotted past her searching for his grandmother.

He could hear the faint voices from the living room, but he didn't know who they were because his grandma never liked to let him affiliate with anybody in the house. There were a lot of people that lived here, is what Michael thought.

He stepped into the living room, looking into the large living space where a teen boy with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes sat in front of a desk. Sitting at the dest was an older man with dark hair and a very serious expression on his face. Michael recognized the both of them, but all he knew about the two was that the man was a therapist and the teen boy had a name that started with a T and he was seeing the man for therapy.

As soon as the man looked at Michael standing in the doorway, he cleared his throat and the teen turned around. Immediately the blonde had a sour expression and he was about to say something when the doctor mentioned what Michael assumed was his name.

"Tate..."

Oh, so his name was Tate. That's a weird name. Michael cleared his throat a bit, waving at them both lightly. "Do you know where Grandma is?" He asked softly. Tate scoffed and the doctor was about to say something but Tate beat him to it.

"Fuck off, no old lady's been in here."

Michael looked at him, his mouth gaping as he was about to speak. "S-she-"