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Sensory- See No Evil (Michael Langdon x Reader) REQUEST

A/N: This is part 2 in the Sensory series! I hope you enjoy.

Requested By: @del-rcys

Warnings: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2761

Read part one > Hear No Evil

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It was now the norm for Michael to make his presence known at murder house. The occupants kept themselves hidden. Y/n disregarded the warnings of many. She would admit that the absence of Constance made her sad. However, Michael was there to be with her. He would spend the days following her around, questioning about her cleaning techniques.

She caught him sneaking glances at her maids’ outfit. A blush would dust her cheeks. Whenever she was done with her chores, they would sit at the kitchen island, sipping their coffee. Michael learned about her special abilities. It intrigued him, he wondered how she was so young, but had an elder form. She would tell him about her mother Moira, who never showed her face to Michael. She told him about how she died, a tragic thing at that.

Her soul was old, wise and helpful. He found solace in her presence, making him feel happy and less weighted down. They would talk for hours, about anything. He told her about his life and all the things that happened over the years. His unusual growth, he aged a decade overnight, continuing to age rapidly as time went on. At this point they were close in age.

Michael told her about the evil in the house. About his parents, about the other spirits. Her empathy for him was overwhelming.

“Why are you still willing to talk to me?” he looked down at his cup of coffee. Y/n tilted her head and furrowed her brows at him. She leans over the counter, placing her hands over his.

“Michael, it doesn’t matter how your life is or who you are. I enjoy you as a person. I like your company.” Her smile reaches him, he allows himself a small smile.

“Thank you, I don’t expect you to.”

“Stop it.” Rolling her eyes at him.

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Michael walks through the door of his house casually. Ms. Meade was sitting at the table with a stern face.

“Michael, where have you been?” Her motherly voice making its way to his ears.

“I was with Y/n.” He begins to walk away from her to his room.

“I don’t like her.” He comes to an abrupt halt. He turns his head slowly to look at her over his shoulder.

“What do you mean, ‘you don’t like her’.” He fully turns to look at her. Now seeing her stern facial expressions.

“I don’t think she’s good for you.” She folds one arm over the other. Michael takes slow steps towards her before he is on the opposite side of the table. His hands come to the chair giving it a grip.

“Who are you to say what is or isn’t good for me?” His voice had darkened and his eyes shot daggers at Meade.

“Well as you care taker, someone I thought you respected, I feel like my opinion should mean something to you.” She squinted at him, both challenging the other.

“Of course, I care about you and respect you, but I can still make my own choices.” His shoulders relaxed a bit.

“She lives in THAT house, that house isn’t good for you, they caused you so much pain. She works for your grandmother who, might I remind you abandoned you. Along with the Harmons, who also abandoned you.” A deep sigh escaped her lips. This was her son, not really, but she still saw him as her own.

“Y/n is different. We talk, she helps me.” His tone was almost pleading.

“Do I not? Who took you in? Who fed you and clothed you? Who accepted you for who you are? I help you Michael and continue to do so every day.”

“I know, and I am so grateful for that, but please, let me spend time with Y/n. She is close to my age, and I never got to interact with people my age, its nice.” Michael was tired. He didn’t want this argument to go on any further.

“Just know Michael, every choice we make has a consequence.” With that Ms. Meade got up and retired to her room, without another word to Michael.

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Michael paid no mind to Meade’s warning. He continued to spend time with Y/n every minute he could. Their adoration for each other blossomed into a love that Y/n, nor Michael, had ever felt before. He began to take her out on the town, dates, neither of them called it that though. Sometimes they would go to the park, cemeteries, shops and parlors. They got to know the town well.

Y/n, admittedly, had never explored the town she grew up in. To be able to explore with Michael made the wait worthwhile. They walked side by side down the isles of the graveyard one night.

“Y/n? Can I tell you something?” He stopped walking and turned himself to her. She stopped as well facing him.

“Yes of course Michael, what is it?” Her eyes stared back at him, making him more nervous. His tongue darted to wet his lips, the nervousness causing them to dry. He fidgeted a bit making him look clearly uncomfortable. She wanted to ask if he was ok, but Y/n could tell he had something to say.

“Y/n, you have been so kind to me, talking with me, accepting me, us being able to explore and have fun around town. I, I really like you, I feel like you like me to and I was wondering, if, um, if you would be my girlfriend?” He pulled a single black rose from his jacket. Her eyes went wide and a huge smile broke out on her face. She threw herself into his arms and squeezed him tight.

“Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend!” She exclaimed. His nervous features melted away and only expressions of happiness painted his face. He was truly happy. On the way home, they walked hand in hand for the first time.

He walked her up the steps of murder house. She was still shorter than him even though she was a few steps higher. He took her hands in his.

“I, I love you Y/n.” His face was peaceful as he looked in her eyes.

“I love you too Michael.” She leaned in and kissed him. His first kiss, his first love. He gently brought a hand to her cheek and she rested a hand on his shoulder. When they broke away they smiled lovingly at each other.

“Goodnight Michael.” She let go of his shoulder and made her way to the door.

“Goodnight Y/n.” He walked backwards down the steps, looking at her as long as he could. She blushed and made her way inside. When the door was closed, she pressed up against it, holding the rose to her chest. She felt like a love-struck teenager.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She snapped her eyes open and looked to the stairwell, seeing Constance at the top, hip cocked and cigarette in hand.

“Constance! I was just, um, I was.” She fumbled nervously.

“Out with my grandson. Didn’t I warn you? That boy is pure evil Y/n.” Constance scowled at her.

“I have to agree with her.” A melodic voice came from the other side of Y/n.

“Mom?” Y/n hadn’t seen her mom in quite some time since she started.

“I have seen the evil from that boy.” Moira took a place next to Constance, as for once they agreed on something.

“He was abandoned! By his family, I can’t imagine what goes through his head!” She began to get frustrated with the two. She gripped the rose tighter.

“Y/n you have to trust us, we don’t want you to get hurt.” More voices. The Harmons, specifically Vivien’s voice traveled to her ears.

“Why are you guys showing up all of a sudden huh? As soon as Michael came, none of you would talk to me.”

“You have to understand; the bastard is evil.” Tate.

“You know what Tate? You of all people should shut it! You let the house corrupt you. Whether he was your real son or not you should have helped him!” Tears clouded her vision. It felt like everyone was attacking her. She wanted to realize they weren’t, but she felt it wasn’t fair to Michael. She shoved past everyone and made her way to her room, she cried herself to sleep.

The next morning, she went about her normal chores, silent. Different spirits would try to talk to them, but she ignored everyone as if they weren’t there. The Harmons, her mom, Tate and Constance all tried to talk to her, but she wouldn’t respond to them. When it was time for her lunch, she sat at the bar in the kitchen. She was trying to eat in peace until Vivien showed up.

Y/n rolled her eyes and went to get up.

“Y/n wait, please.” Vivien begged her to stay. Y/n rolled her eyes and sat back down.

“What do you want?” She folded her arms and scowled at her. Vivien took a sigh and leaned forward taking Y/n’s hands, uncrossing them from her stand-offish appearance.

“I gave birth to Michael. I felt the evil. Everything we said to you last night was to protect you. Please understand that. None of us are trying to attack you, we all care about you dearly.” She spoke so soft, Y/n relaxed the tension that she didn’t realize she held in her shoulders.

“Viv, he wants to be good, so bad, I can see he has an internal warfare. He tried to hard with Constance and Ben. He doesn’t know how to act because no one taught him. He is misunderstood. Like a lot of misfits or trouble kids, they act out. They need someone to be their rock. Do you really think a Satanist should be his source of stability? That is the last person he needs, they want to encourage him to bring the end times, to be the antichrist.” Her eyes looked to Vivien, pleading, begging for her to understand.

“I understand Y/n, its so great that you want to do that for him, but we are all worried for you, we have seen what he can do. We don’t want you hurt.”

“I need to be able to make my own choices Viv, but I appreciate everyone’s concern.” With that, she let go of Vivien and walked away to finish her chores.

“Please?” Michael begged Ms. Meade.

“Absolutely not Michael, I will not have that girl in this house.” She shook her head in disbelief as she tidied up her home.

“She’s my girlfriend I want to have her over for dinner, what’s wrong with that?” Michael followed her throughout the house.

“Girlfriend? Are you serious Michael? Do you really think a girlfriend is what you need? A distraction from your mission?” She turned to look at him for a moment before going back to what she was doing. She got angrier and angrier hearing about the girl.

“She is not a distraction! She isn’t keeping me from my mission. I know what I need to do, but did you ever think I would like to feel normal every once in a while?” He let out an exasperated sigh. He grew more frustrated with Ms. Meade and her unwillingness to accept someone that accepted him.

“You know what? Fine, have her over, cook your own dinner, make the house ready, I will not have a part in this. Just know I didn’t want her in my home Michael.” She stormed out the front door with a slam.

***

“Are you sure Ms. Made will be ok with this?” She asked before they went inside. He put a hand on her lower back, reassuringly.

“It will be fine, she’s just grumpy.” They walked into the house and into the kitchen. Y/n was amazed at the amount of food on the table.

“Did you do this?” She asked him with warm eyes.

“Yeah, I did, she was um, busy today so I had to do this myself.” He was kind of proud.

“Well, it looks wonderful love.” She kissed him on the cheek and he blushed.

Ms. Meade walked through the door and saw the two of them at the table for dinner. She glared before she caught their attention.

“O you’re home! We wanted to wait for you, food is going to get cold soon.” He motioned for her to sit next to him, across from Y/n.

“Looks great Michael.” She said stiffly. She clenched her jaw and set down a black bag next to her.

Dinner was a bit awkward, with Ms. Meade giving snake eyed glances at Y/n. Michael silently speak to Ms. Meade with his face as if to say ‘stop it’. Meade didn’t ask any questions to Y/n, she didn’t give a shit to be perfectly honest. It would matter anyway. Y/n would try to engage Ms. Meade, only for her to respond with short answers and a blunt tone.

When they were all finished Y/n helped clear the table and clean the dishes. Michael grabbed Y/n’s hand as they made their way to his room.

“We are going to my room.” Michael called to her, with no response back.

Michael showed Y/n around his room, looking at his décor. The walls were a dark blue, some posters here and there, a gaming system in the corner. A standard boy’s room. His bed was Queen sized with black sheets. They sat on the bed talking for what seemed like hours. They looked deep into each other’s soul. Michael leaned in for a kiss, bringing a hand behind her neck to move her closer to him.

She took his face in both of her hands deepening the kiss. He brought her with him as he scooted further onto the bed. They laid next to each other before he rolled on top of her. He kissed down her neck causing her to moan lightly. His lips hovered over her neck, pausing his movements.

“Don’t stop.” She breathed out. His continued to kiss and suck on her neck. She moved her hands to his shirt, tugging it off. He wasn’t ripped but he was fit, he was perfect. His curls went into his face as he leaned into her more, kissing down to her throat. He brought his hands to her shirt, taking it off as well.

They were stripped down to their underwear as Michael peppered kisses all over her body. He pulled down her panties with one swift motion. He then removed his boxers as he lined up at her entrance.”

“Are you sure?” He asked her, worried he was going too far.

“I’m sure, I love you Michael.” He smiled and kissed her gently before he slowly penetrated her. When the got adjusted to each other, he began to thrust melodically. She arched her back, curving perfectly into him. She brought her hips to his with every thrust he made, pushing him deeper inside her.

They both were nearing their orgasm, he thrusted harder into her, moaning her name. She took sharp breaths as they both came. They had chased their release.

When they had cleaned up, Michael gave her one of his shirts to wear. It barely reached past her underwear. They climbed back into bed as Michael held her close to him. He kissed her forehead and she kissed his chest.

“I love you Y/n.” He pulled her closer.

“I love you Michael.” She snuggled her head into his neck. With that, they fell fast asleep.

***

Michael and Y/n slept peacefully entangled in each other’s limbs. The door was creaked open, slowly and quietly. The moon provided enough light to spread a shadow across the walls. There was an impact before the sound. Michaels eyes snapped open immediately, he sees Ms. Meade look at her work. Y/n is beside him, gasping for air, shot right in the chest. The blood pooled all over the shirt he lent her.

“No!” He screamed, choking out a sob. He gathers her in his arms as she goes limp. He pets her hair, his tears raining down onto her face. He cradled her lifeless body, he was shaking , the shock not fully setting in.

“I warned you Michael, you took this too far.” Ms. Meade left the room with the door open. He watched after her with disbelief. He rocked Y/n in his arms, her limbs falling to the side.

All the way to murder house they could hear a wounded scream.

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