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ⓘ amy ⋆˚࿔ she/her ⋆˚࿔ 2000s baby ⋆˚࿔ ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ bratz doll ⋆˚࿔ mature era enthusiast ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

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summary: just giving michael a little haul of your shopping spree

footballs coming home that’s all i have to say.

“michael! where are you?”

the front door slammed behind you as your heeled feet clicked across the entryway. you didn’t even discard your shoes but instead ran straight up the stairs with the huge bags in your arms banging against each other.

michael looked up as he saw a blur run past his open office door. he laughed and shook his head, taking his glasses off and walking to your shared bedroom.

“hi, pretty girl! how was your day?”

you squealed, turning to him and jumping on him for a hug.

“it was amazing, i went to that new place that opened up near the dolce shop, agent provocateur, it’s so beautiful in there”

he hummed, his large hands sliding over your bun to push the loose hairs out of your face.

“would you like a haul?”

“obviously!”

you let go of him, allowing him to get situated on the bed as you ran to the vanity to place the bags on the chair.

reaching into the white bag labelled true religion, you pulled out a pair of dark washed jeans.

“okay, so. i found these and they are stunning, i just saw them in a magazine the other day… i think adriana lima was wearing them.. anyways! they have these cute little gems engraved in the back pockets and along the hip. what do you think?”

he felt the material between his fingertips before letting them go and giving an approving nod.

“i like them”

“great! next thing is…”

reaching into a large dior bag and pulling out a dust bag.

“i got this cute shoulder bag, i just couldn’t resist when i saw it”

he hummed, watching you place the bag on your shoulder and admire it in the mirror whilst spinning at different angles.

michael’s head was tilted to the side as he leant back on his hands, his fingers tapping a beat into the comforter.

“you did use my card, didn’t you?”

you stopped, turning to him and placing the bag down on the bag rack before walking over to him.

“yes, darling. i was gonna use mine but then i remembered what you told me the other day”

he smiled at you, grabbing your hips and lowering you so he could place a kiss on your lips.

“good! show me the next thing”

you bounded back over to the bags, picking up a huge pink bag from agent provocateur.

“this is the shop i told you about before, it’s super cute, i’ll definitely go back”

you pulled out a small pink box, inside holding a pair of dainty pink open toe heels, with a huge pom pom on the front.

“these are so cute and they match the set i got, let me find it”

rummaging around, you eventually revealed the set. a cute black set with pink lace and small bows decorating the straps, a matching black satin robe alongside it.

“wow, that’s..”

“isn’t it stunning! i don’t have anything like this so i thought i’d buy it”

“try it on and show me”

you looked up from the outstretched set in your hands, furrowing your eyebrows and looking at the rest of the bags.

“but what about the rest of the bags? i usually do the try on later”

he chuckled, standing up and walking over to you.

“the rest can wait, i want to see this set on you”

you rolled your eyes, grabbing the robe and the heels and marching to the en-suite bathroom.

hearts melted. WHEN IS IT MY TURNNN

summary: michael just gets a little shy when his beautiful girlfriend initiates the romance early in the morning

does anybody use letterboxd?

the early morning sunlight peaked through the lace curtains, shining an orange glow onto the bedsheets covering the two figures underneath.

your manicured hands twisted each freshly washed curl between your fingers as you lay face to face, staring into his large, slightly droopy, chocolate eyes.

both of you talked quietly, careful not to disturb the rest of the people in the house in the early hours. however, the whispers and silence of the house made the moment all the more intimate.

“i love you so so so much” you whispered, lips grazing his as you spoke.

“babyyy”, michael whined.

you let out a small giggle, lips brushing his and hands tightening slightly in his curls. more forcefully now, you pressed your lips against his soft ones.

he let out a small noise, eagerly pushing forward so his nose was smushed against yours. his hands lay on your sheet covered hip, crinkling the fabric under his tight grip.

“so eager”

resting your head against his collarbone, eyes roaming around the room slowly. a dainty finger ran up and down the plain of his flat stomach, the muscle flexing from the tickle of your smooth pads.

“just love kissin’ you”

you hummed, leaning up to press your lips against his again. your head tilted to make room for a better kiss, his lips curving to a smile.

you moaned, climbing further on top of him so your leg lay atop his hip. the sheet slipped off your upper half, revealing the tank top you slept in and the soft curve of your breasts.

his hands climbed up to rest on your upper waist, pulling you flush against him.

“your so cute, angelface”

you smiled down at him, leg situating between his and moving to get comfy again on the pillows. he burrowed his head into the curve of your neck.

“stooooop”

you pushed his face softly, holding it between your hands and staring at him with wide, twinkling eyes. you began to pepper kisses all over his bare face, his cheeks heating under your palm.

“i’m just in awe of you all the time, i just love you so much”

he whined, eyes shutting in embarrassment but not pulling away.

“mamaaa”

“i just love lookin’ at your sweet face all day. these angelic eyes and your gorgeous cheeks”

he pulled away and turned over, his back facing you and pulled the sheets over his face. you giggled and shook his shoulder before putting your arm over his waist to get his attention.

“baby. darling. angelface!”

he groaned, pushing his face further into the pillow.

you pulled the sheet away but he resisted, keeping a tight grip on the sheet. however, you caught the huge smile that was painted on his face.

“i know your smiling under there! let me see your cute face!”

invincible!michael x single mother! reader

summary: zain finally meets michael again and build an extra special connection with him and his mama - PART 3

read part 1 and part 2 before this!

long awaited but finally here

you and michael had finally established a day for him to meet zain again after multiple back and forths - his 5th birthday.

“okay, baby. which outfit do you want to wear? this white shirt or the blue one? remember you’re wearing shorts as well”

you held two shirts on hangers whilst being crouched in front of him. his index finger tapped gently on his chin whilst his lips twisted in thought.

“this one”

zain grabbed the white t-shirt in his hands, pulling it off of the hanger and placed it on the bed with his black jorts.

“are you excited for today? i know mikey has told you about some of the rides.. and the animals!”

you guided his pyjamas off of him and replaced them with his clean clothes.

“i know, mama! i can’t wait to see the gifaffes and the elephants, and go on the big rides!”

you giggled, “giraffes, darling”

he began to slightly jump up and down at the thought of the fun day.

“well, looks like someone is about to have the best birthday ever!”

michael had told you that he had sent a car to pick you up so you had a few minutes until it was meant to pull up.

zain was sat in the living room watching spongebob on the nickelodeon channel, very invested as his little feet swung on the sofa. so whilst he was distracted, you took a little time to ready yourself.

applying the pink to your lips and adding an extra spritz of the expensive perfume you had treated yourself too, fluffing your hair a little bit and popping your hip as you admired your reflection.

“mama! i think the cars here”

the car ride there was quite calm. zain had been telling you about the show he was watching and about the dream he had last night, the chauffeur smiling at him in the rear view mirror.

by the time you had arrived, zain was buzzing with excitement, unable to contain it. the door was pulled open on your side, allowing you to get out and help zain out.

the house before you both was unable to describe. it looked like something straight out of a disney movie and it matched michael perfectly.

michael had come bounding out of the house with a huge smile painted over his face, his hand waving ecstatically at your arrival.

“welcome to neverland, zain!”

zain had let out an excited squeal and ran towards michael where they had met in the middle of the path, michael picked him up and span him around, hugging him tightly to his chest.

“hi y/n.. how are you doing?”

“very well, thank you. you have a gorgeous home”, you hugged him, squishing zain between you and michael.

“thank you! it’s name is inspired by peter pan. you know that book, don’t you?”

“duh! it’s one of zain’s favourites as well!”

michael guided you both towards the rides, the huge ferris wheel catching your eye, as you audibly gasped and pointed it out to zain who let out a cute “wow!”

the sunlight beat its hot rays on you, zain’s hair shining from the strawberry scented curl cream which was ran through his hair earlier this morning.

it was sure to be messed up after the day he would have on the rides, however it was worth seeing the smile he had on his face throughout the day.

all day, zain had been on the go. jumping from ride to ride in hand with michael, and going to the animal exhibition to see all of his exotic animals.

at one point, michael had even managed to drag you onto one of the fastest rides there. he had handed zain over to one of his trusted workers to take to get slushies and ran to the opposite side of the neverland ranch.

he held your hand the entire way, even when it felt like it was breaking, he didn’t let go. when the ride took a dip, you quickly buried your head into his shoulder and he had placed his hand on the back of your head, steadying you round the sharp corners.

he whispered in your ear after you screamed, “it’s okay, mama. it’s nearly finished now”

by the end of the day, zain appeared to have had the best birthday of his lifetime. his eyes drooped and he had began to cling onto you more, but he could not miss any of the action as he refused to sleep.

“why don’t you just stay here? he looks like he’s about have the best sleep of his life.”

michael gently stroked zain’s head, looking between his sleepy face and your matching eyes.

“no, no.. we’ve already been here long enough, i don’t want to push it” you said, smiling at him sleepily.

“please. please stay here. i have the best room for him to sleep in with a night light and books and a bathroom”

you deliberated in your head, a line forming between your eyebrows which he wanted to smooth out with his thumb but held back.

“fine.. i guess we can if he’s so exhausted”

he jumped to his feet, a huge grin on his face and waiting to show you to your room.

“great! follow me”

he led you to zain’s bedroom, being extra quiet as to not disturb him sleeping on your shoulder.

“i think this room is maybe my favourite room in neverland, it’s so childlike and magical”

“i think zain will love this when he sees it”, giggling and gesturing to zain completely passed out on your shoulder.

after you had given zain a bath and placed him in the spare shorts and shirt you had brought in case of emergencies, he was comfortably asleep with a smile on his face.

you left the room and kept the door ajar so you would hear if zain woke up and found michael waiting for you in the hallway.

you crept towards him, his back facing you and it was obvious he hadn’t heard you leave.

“BOO!”

he shrieked loudly, his hands pressing against his chest and staring at you in bewilderment as you broke down laughing.

“what on earth!”

“i’m so sorry, it was too much of a good opportunity not to take”

he shook his head and began to walk away and lead you to your room.

“woah..”

the room was probably as big as your living room and kitchen combined and you truly felt like you were living the rich life.

“this room is huge”

michael stayed at the door, watching your amazed expression with a small smile as you walked around the room.

“i’ll let you rest, it’s been a long night”

you turned, nodding at him and grinning.

“yeah.. well, you rest too, you must be exhausted as well”

he scrunched his face up at the thought of the tiresome day he had and turned to walk out.

“michael!”

he stopped in his step, turning around to face you. watching you glance around nervously before walking towards him.

wrapping him up in a hug and pressing your face against his shoulder, and he reciprocated it after a few seconds of shock.

“thank you for giving zain the best birthday ever. i don’t know how i’d ever repay you but please, if you need anything, please ask”

“stay with me” he whispered quietly, so quiet that you couldn’t pick it up.

“huh?”

“oh.. i-uh.. don’t worry about it, i love zain with my whole heart and he deserves an amazing day dedicated to him”

you finally let go of him, taking a few steps back with your hands in the back of your jean pockets.

“goodnight”

later that night, michael lay in bed, his thoughts stopping him from falling asleep.

he had never felt this amount of love for anyone, and he had felt an overwhelming need to protect zain from any harm that would come his way.

and from the many phone calls you and him had had, he knew about how hard it was to bring zain up with the lack of money and struggle to find a stable job. he felt you deserved a lavish life and to be spoilt after raising zain to become an intelligent young boy, even through struggles.

eventually his eyes closed, his dreams filled with images of you and him raising zain as a family.

the next morning, he was awoken by a little hand tapping his arm. once his eyes opened, zain’s wild curls filled his vision.

“mikey..”

his arms clutched a teddy bear you had placed in his hands when he slept, his eyes wide and teary.

michaels shot up, mind still fogged with sleep and eyes droopy, moving to pull zain to sit on the bed beside him.

“what’s wrong, applehead?”

“i just got scared ‘cause when i woke up, i wasn’t at home and i couldn’t find my mama”

he leaned against michael’s chest as he looked around the room, one hand near his quivering lips.

“hey, hey.. its alright, mamas just down the hall”

zain began to lay down next to him and michael stroked his curls as he gradually fell asleep.

michael was meaning to get up and wake you up to check on zain, but the warmth of his bed caused him to fall asleep instead.

the next morning, he awoke and zain wasn’t beside him. he began to wonder if he had dreamt of last night.

the clanking of something hitting his kitchen counter made him perk up and leave his room to check if he was downstairs.

he saw zain sitting at the kitchen counter, his legs swinging on the high seat whilst eating cereal. your back was turned to him whilst you prepared your own breakfast.

“good morning” michael said, walking to sit beside zain on the seat.

“g’morning, mikey!”

zain smiled at him with a large grin, his words slightly muffled due to the cereal in his mouth.

“zain! don’t speak with your mouth full. morning, michael, zain told me about last night”

his eyes widened, wondering if you were angry at him.

“i’m so sorry, i was meaning to come and get you but i fell asleep instead and-”

“it’s okay! it’s no worries, really. i’m just glad zain had you to go to when he was upset.. we should probably get going soon though, i need to get zain’s things ready for school tomorrow”

“ah, okay. i’ll get a car ready for you”

for once, the large kitchen felt like it was full of life. zain’s loud giggles and slightly mispronounced words filled the silence, and you would occasionally wipe away the milk from the corner of his mouth with the napkin. michael had never laughed so much, and he realised that his heart wasn’t yearning for that familial love but felt fulfilled instead.

after breakfast, you had collected all of your belongings and readied yourself to leave.

michael knelt down, arms open and waiting for zain to hug him.

zain ran into his arms, arms tangling around his neck.

“m’gonna miss you, mikey”

“don’t worry, i’ll see you again soon! and neverland is always here for you to come and enjoy again”

michael looked up and saw you staring at the scene with a slightly glazed over look.

he stood up, zain still in his arms and walked over to you. he brought you in for a hug as well as you leant your head in his shoulder.

“thank you for having us and letting us stay over”

“as i said, i loved having you here, please feel free to come back”

once you had gotten in the car, michael felt his heart sink, that familiar loneliness creeping back in.

inside the car, zain had felt the same.

“mama.. i already miss him”

you pulled him to your chest, allowing him to express his sadness about leaving his new friend.

“i know, baby. me too”

oh em gee.. i saw this whilst getting my hair done and had to write this asap

written while listening to sade and material lover𑣲⋆

the bright studio lights caused a slight sheen to form on your forehead due to the heat. michael sat on your left side, both of you sat across from the interviewer.

you had noticed throughout the interview that she had particularly been more interested in michael, which was not uncommon at all, but she wasn’t innocently interested, instead she sent flirty comments to him.

her voice ran smooth through the room but to you, her voice began to sound like nails on a chalkboard. the fake laugh she let out whilst leaning forward to show off her cleavage whenever michael said something remotely funny.

your knuckles had began to turn pale as you tightened your hand around michael’s on the armchair. he started to glance over your way more often, finding that the polite smile you had before had vanished, instead a bored and slightly irritated look replaced it.

the questions she had asked you was more about your upbringing and how your parents money had influenced you in your life, whilst she asked him about his personal life and his plans in the future, which to you was extremely disrespectful.

whilst michael didn’t reciprocate those feelings, all you saw was that he didn’t shut it down. he never told her to stop or leant away, just continued to hold your hand and smile.

once the interview was up, you shot up and readjusted your dress. the interviewers hand shot out to shake michael’s, his hand firmly shaking hers.

she turned to you, her hand shook out. looking her up and down with a disgusted look, you paused before scoffing and walking off without michael.

you walked past all of the producers straight off set to the security ensemble, indicating you were ready to go. walking out with michael behind you, even when the paparazzi shouted for photos outside, you didn’t even acknowledge michael, quickly stepping into the car.

once it had began moving, michael turned to you, staring at the side of your face for a few seconds before trying to make small talk.

“that wasn’t too bad, was it?”

you hummed, arms firmly crossed and eyes locked on the window.

“i think some of the questions she asked were a bit unusual but some were fairly nice”

you just nodded, staying unusually silent.

observing your silence, michael had quickly realised when you had left him on set that something was wrong. he couldn’t tell if you were angry about the interviewer or if you were angry at him for some reason.

he placed his hand on your thigh, which was its usual resting spot. your slightly moved your leg, making his hand fall onto the seat between you.

michael’s eyebrows furrowed, head tilted slightly but deciding it was better to resolve this when you got home in private.

once you stepped through the doors of your shared home, you moved to walk up the stairs quickly.

“come here”

you faltered in your steps, but continued on.

“come here now. i won’t repeat myself”

you stopped, arms crossing over your chest before stomping over to him where he sat on the sofa.

his ivory hands grabbed your hips, pulling you to stand between his legs so he was eye level with your stomach.

“what’s the matter, hm?”

his thumbs caressed your stomach, but your eyes wandered around the room.

“nothing..”

he scoffed, grabbing you more firmly and pulling you onto his lap and trapping you there so you couldn’t move.

you squirmed, trying to push yourself up but he had locked his arms tightly.

“tell me, mama”

your lips pouted, still refusing to look into his dark doe eyes.

“i said nothing!”

“stop with the attitude otherwise we won’t resolve anything”

you let out a deep sigh, it sounding more like a scoff but michael told himself to ignore it as you were being a bit bratty.

“you and that woman…”, you mumbled.

“hm? i can’t hear you”

he brought his face closer to yours so you had no choice but to look him in the eye.

“that woman was being really flirty”

he began to pat his hands on your ass, a way to console you as you told him what was wrong as he knew it wasn’t easy for you.

“was she? i didn’t notice with you sitting beside me looking so beautiful”

your pout softened, eyes rolling in defiance and embarrassment.

“how could you not notice? her boobs were practically in your face and she must have thought you were the worlds best comedian cause she couldn’t stop laughing”

he hummed, still staring at your face as you ranted to him.

you faced him properly, turning your body around directly to him, arms wrapping around his neck.

“i didn’t notice, pretty girl. i don’t look at other women the way i look at you ‘cause you’re one of a kind”

burying your face into his neck, you whined as your face flushed.

“what?! it’s true! i love everything about you and i’m convinced god gave me an angel to take care of me in every way, especially with your beauty”

“mikey…”

“you are everything to me, and i know people bring up a lot about our social status or whatever, but none of that matters to me. you want to know why?”

you hummed, face still buried into his neck.

“because you speak to me like a regular person and not an elite man. because everyday when i wake up, you make me feel like the luckiest man alive to have you beside me.”

“thank you..”

“so don’t ever think that another woman will catch my eye like that, because nobody is even worth a diamond compared to you”

i’ve been trying to perfect this cus i absolutely love this idea

summary: michael loves his little bunny and wants a demonstration of what he’s seeing in the magazine

michael wouldn’t have expected, considering his religious upbringing, that he would be engaged to a beautiful woman who was also a playboy bunny.

your face had been featured on the front of the playboy magazine a number of times, each one becoming more successful than the other as you didn’t reveal all of your assets but just enough that it caught the eye of those who glanced at it.

this time your feature had included a vintage look, fluffed hair and wide eyes staring deep into the lens as the feathers on your white robe covered your body. it made you look almost angelic infront of the dark background.

on the inside however, was the inside scoop on your engagement story. how you had felt on the day alongside your dream wedding day and how michael had met all of your expectations and treated you like a queen.

now, the copy of your magazine was held in michael’s hand. you were sat on his lap, arm slung over his shoulder as he rested one hand on your thigh. an empty glass of whisky was on the glass coffee table in front of him and a wine glass was held in yours.

“look at how gorgeous you look in this one!”

you giggled, not looking at the magazine but at michael’s sweet face.

“you make me feel like a princess, mikey..”

he turned to you, placing his hand on your cheek to stare deep into your wide eyes.

“you are a princess, you’re my princess”

you pouted at him, getting shy by his sincere words. sure you had heard men talk about you before on sets or on the tv, but it was the way you knew michael held such a deep love for you that nobody else could even fathom.

resting your head down onto his shoulder, you redirected his attention to the magazine.

“oh wow! you need to wear this set at home.. i’d definitely make the most of it, pretty girl”

“mama, stand up and do this pose for me. i’d love to… have a physical representation of what is in this magazine”

“hmm, i think i want to be involved in your next shoot for these… i could think of lots of positions we coul-”

AWH I LOVE YOUU🩷🩷🩷 im so glad your enjoying them!

there definitely will be more parts but i want to give them such an amazing story however i struggle to get motivation to write series💔💔 BUT COMING SOON!!

love love love this

summary: reader is a little ditsy but michael loves her even though he is sometimes gobsmacked by your accidental actions

⁀➴ both you and michael were about to leave the house, going to a restaurant for a dinner date that you had been planning and had been delayed multiple times.

just as your kitten heeled foot exited the door with michael infront of you, you gasped.

michael turned quickly, thinking you were hurt.

“what, baby? are you okay?”

you rummaged through the small bag that was pulled off of your shoulder, moving the things around in your bag as you looked for something.

“my lipgloss! i need my lipgloss”

michael rolled his eyes, eyebrows knitting together in confusion,

“why do you need your lipgloss? we are going to dinner and your lips look sparkly enough..”

you looked up, deadpan at his confused face,

“michael.. lipgloss isn’t permanent! i’ll reapply in the car and then after dinner, i can’t have a plain lip on our date!”

he giggled, already walking towards you to guide you back into the house.

“let’s go look for it then”

inside the house, the sofa cushions were flipped, drawers left slightly ajar and both of your hearts beating quickly as you rushed around the house.

“oh my gosh, where is it!!”

michael stood in the kitchen, looking through a basket of letters to see if it had accidentally fallen in, even though you had just used it upstairs.

“i don’t know, baby… where did you have it last?”

you let out an exasperated sigh, looking around the living room.

“i don’t know, i literally just had it.”

putting your hands on your hips before setting your eyes on somewhere you hadn’t looked, hands slightly down the back of your thighs as you walked over.

your hand brushed over something in your back jeans pocket, sliding your hand in and pulling the pink lipgloss tube out.

“oh.”

you stared at it, michael turning towards you at the noise.

“wha-…, oh where did you find it?”

you stared at the lipgloss dumbly, blinking at it comically.

“in my… back pocket.”

you looked up at him, face scrunched up in confusion. a loud belly laugh emitted from michael, his head tipping back.

“oh my- you are so silly”

he placed his hand on your back, pushing you gently towards the door to the car that was waiting outside.

you stared at the tube before looking up at michael.

“i swear i don’t know how that got in there… how didn’t i feel it?!?”

he shook his head, looking at you fondly,

“i don’t know how you do it”

⁀➴ it had been a super hot summer in california, the heat been relentless on not only both you and michael but also the innocent flowers outside.

as you were getting a nice cold glass of water from the jug in the fridge, you began to refresh yourself whilst looking out of the kitchen window.

you laid your eyes upon the beautiful flowers the gardener had planted a few months ago and how dehydrated they must be due to the harsh sun.

you had been watering the flowers outside of the backdoor for a week now, and they seem to not be growing much.

using the glass you were drinking out of, you refilled it from the tap and walked outside, beginning to pour water onto the soil before turning your attention to the hanging plants beside the patio doors.

michael walked into the kitchen, obviously having the same idea to get a drink in order to escape the high humidity.

as he walked past the open patio doors, movement caught his eye, turning and seeing you squinting in the sun as you poured water onto the baskets.

“baby…”

“oh, hi!”

you waved at him, a sweet smile growing across your face at the sight of him,

“i’m just watering the plants, they must have been thirsty”

he brought his hand up to scratch the back of his neck, tilting his head in amusement.

“how long have you been watering the plants beside the door?”

you looked at the pink flowers in the hanging basket before turning back to michael.

“ermmm… like maybe a week?”

he laughed, eyes lighting up. taking a step out the door to grab your hand, he said,

“pretty, those ones are plastic..”

your jaw dropped, looking at michael in disbelief.

he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest and rocking you side to side as he giggled.

“what! i’ve been watering those all week”, you whined, head dropping to his shoulder.

“it’s the thought that counts, sweet girl”

you both walked away, placing the glass onto the counter and walking deeper into the house.

“i was wondering why they weren’t growing…”

a loud laugh echoed through the house, michael being throughly amused by your silliness.

⁀➴ walking through the streets late at night was like a breathe of fresh air.

why? number one, nobody could recognise michael in the darkness, especially with the baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. number two, there was nobody around, no cars honking their horns or speeding down the road, just pure silence.

the air smelt faintly of rain, both of you unaware of the looming storm that was about to release above you.

a thick drop of water landed on your forehead, head tilting back towards the dark clouds.

“i think it’s raining”

“huh… bill didn’t mention that it was gonna rain today, he’s usually on top of the weather”

you shrugged, making your way to the large gazebo in the park with the bench under it so you could enjoy the silence with your man.

all of a sudden, the sky unleashed all of the water it held , michael yelping as he let go of your hand and ran under the shelter.

you took your time however, enjoying the feeling of the rain hitting your warm body from the humidity.

“baby! hurry up and get under here!”

“it’s so nice though!! this is the coolest i’ve felt in days!”

he dropped his head and shut his eyes at your answer, shaking his head before looking at you with worry.

“you’re gonna get sick if you don’t get your butt under here!”

you giggled at his response, spinning around, feeling the rain soak your thin jacket.

“no i’m not! im gonna be fine.”

the next day, when you woke up, you felt as though you had been hit by a train.

head pounding at any movement whatsoever, your nose completely blocked and your throat feeling as though it had been scraped raw.

michael turned over in bed feeling the sunlight hit his face, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“good morning, sweet girl”, kissing your cheek.

you groaned, head slowly moving so your face wasn’t hitting the sun.

“ouchhh”, you whined, not even having the energy to lift your arms up to cover your face.

michael brought his head up, eyes scanning your face in concern.

“what’s the matter?”

“i feel… so sick…”

after a brief silence, michael let out a heavy sigh.

“i told you you were going to get sick and you didn’t listen to me.”

“ugh.. gosh it’s too late to lecture now, my head feels like it’s going to explode.”

he brought his hand up to rest on your forehead in order to feel your temperature.

“gosh, you’re so hot.”

even though you felt like death, you cracked an eye open, smirking at michael.

“i know honey, that’s why you fell for me”

michael giggled, head dropping to your shoulder before getting out of bed.

“shush, you need rest today. i’ll get you some medicine and then you can go back to sleep”

you pouted at him, not wanting him to leave the bed before grabbing his pillow and burying your head deep into it, smelling his cologne.

“hurry up and come back, i need cuddles to feel better.”

as he left the room, he stopped and turned towards your curled up form in bed.

“make sure you listen to me next time, silly girl, okay? don’t need you getting sick again”

it’s such a good era cause he embraces his deep voice and understands that he is proper fit