Michael x Jamie Oneshots

At His Side, Not Yours

  The party has started two hours ago, the stench of booze and sweat in the room. Papa will have a fun time cleaning this tomorrow. Bodies dancing together, and making a scene.

  I've been talking to a complete stranger for the last hour, I was getting impatient. They were completely boring, and were drunk off their ass. I couldn't care less, but their words slurred and it was disturbing with the awkward flirting. Very unpleasant in my eyes.

  I leaned used some of my power to lean and not fall over, watching everyone have fun and drink, while I couldn't. I didn't have the stomach, not did I want to drink. The stuff was terrible. I tried when I was alive, and I threw up within half an hour. It was half a cup.

  Arms wrapped around my waist from behind and went up the front of my shirt. Rubbing the scar on my lower torso, which was more sensitive. "Hey, Michael?"

  I turn, see a scared, fearful, and delicate face. His face pale and sweating. His eye bloodshot with the rim of red around it. He hid his face in my shirt, pressing his forehead into my back.

  "Babe, what happened? Why were you crying?" I cock my eyebrow, turning around in his arms and gripping his hips. His body gets a sudden chill, making him shudder.

  "C-can I talk to you?" He stuttered, his hands shaking on my shoulders. Without making eye contact, he pulls me to the other side of the room, where no one was at, and leaned on the wall. A displeased look as he analyzed everyone.

  "What's the matter?" I bent down to his height, holding myself up with the wall. Face to face, he covers his with his hands. "Ennard... What's wrong?"

  I hear quiet sobs from him, hearing his heart shatter in his chest. Ennard's lip quivered from what I could see, seeing the liquid roll down his face.

  "En, I need you to talk to me," I try to make a compromise but get no luck. I take his hands from his face, caressing his cheeks in both of my hands. "Tell me. Please, baby."

  "Th-ey're going to-to get me," he screamed, much louder than intended. Tears escaped his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. His freckles hidden. I expected him to pull away when I grabbed his shoulders.

  "Come on."

   I pick him up again, carrying him to the bedroom. His tears hitting my neck whilst his sobs went into my ears. My heart slowly breaking. With him crying on my shoulder, it makes me feel dominant, yet not in a powerful way.

  Ennard is usually safe with me when he has nightmares, but it was rare when you didn't see red marks around his eyes. Every night, I stayed up with him, relaxing him from the scares he got from the nightmares.

  Run my hands through his hair, stare into his blue eyes, and watch the sun rise every morning. He enjoys me touching him, my touch relaxed him, made him sleep somewhat better. It made me feel as if he was using me, but I couldn't doing anything if he left me.

  "Sh~ it's alright," I hum, trying to calm him. My hands on his hips. I'll make it right for him, and I'll give the world to him. I need something to get me through this. Someone to trust me for once.

  Someday.

  "Ennard, baby. Please, calm down," I beg, kissing his temple. His hands roamed my arms, trying to grip the fabric. "I won't let you go until you're ready."

  Now that I know his weakness, I know how to make it better. With that conclusion, Ennard enjoys me, our house, and flowers, for some odd reasons. Each of those can brighten his mood. Since I can't do it...

  "Do you wanna go home for the night?"

  "Hm?"

  "I asked; 'do you wanna go home for the night?'."

  He pulled from my grasp, backing away a few inches. I give a reassuring smile, getting his attention. With the smile on my face, it was different than what I felt in my heart.

  "Yeah," he mumbles, looking down.

  "And when we get there you sleep?"

  "I'll think about it..."

  "Go to the front door, I'll be there in a second. I need to tell Papa we're leaving," I assure, drumming my fingers on my thigh, looking around aimlessly and impatiently. I was anxious to go home. This party was getting boring, and I have my shift tomorrow.

  "Please don't leave me," he commanded, with a begging, submissive voice. I almost felt pity towards him, but I remembered his usual form and it disappeared. I smile gently at him, chuckling slightly.

  "I will be a few yards away. You can watch me. Alright?" My voice slow and loving, trying not to scare him more. When he was frightened, it was easy to make it increase.

  "Alright..." he grew more silent walking with me. I could barely hear his breathing. He was panicked, and I had to wait to comfort him. Let's hope he can wait that long.

  I watch him hesitantly walk to the doorway, standing awkwardly, and watching my every move. I need to get this done fast. I scan the room for my father, finding him with my younger siblings in the corner

  "Papa!" I call, moving towards him. I stand, looking down at him--I was two inches taller.

  "What is it?"

  "Ennard and I need to leave early. He's tired and I have work tomorrow," I laugh lightly, hoping to brighten my mood slightly before I got aggressive.

  "Oh, alright. I'll see you tomorrow."

  "Mhm. I'll pick you two up tomorrow." I wave quickly, making my way over to Ennard before he has a panic attack.

  I made my way back to him, exiting the house, hand in hand. His skin soft and delicate, like a baby's behind.

Cuz I said. At home~

  "Baby, lay down. I don't want to have to tell you again."

  "Lay with me!"

  "I am. I need to change."

  I ignore his whines and change quickly, slipping into a dark blue shirt and a pair of shorts I found. 

  Ennard lays on the bed, covered in quilts, and blanket, bundled up in a ball. The darkness making his form hidden. His glowing blue eyes visible with a slight blush across his cheeks.

  "Do you want me to lay down now?" I asked, cocking a brow and gesturing next to him.

  "No."

  "Okay. You're loss."

  I climb into the bed, relaxed on the other side of the bed. The comforters were warm and welcoming like always. I almost fell asleep quickly when hair tickled my chest.

  Ennard snuggled his head into my back, wrapping his arm around my chest. I shift, facing him, and pushing his face into my chest. He cuddled into me, relaxing and falling asleep. I wait for a few minutes making sure he was asleep before I ran my free hand through his hair.

  His maroon/red locks running through my finger smoothly. I kissed his forehead, meeting him in good, positive dreams.

There you go. Another chapter. Also. Angel Dust is the best character. Convince me otherwise

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