.𖥔 ݁ ˖ cookies in neverland!
syp (1.5k) Baking cookies with your best friend was supposed to be nostalgic but it ended with years of buried feelings finally catching up to the both of you.
includes continuation of bsf!michael x reader in neverland, tension, teasing, he wants that cookie bad, kissing, fluff fluff, and a tiny pinch of angst (?) ib : @saltbloom 💘
Your eyes squinted open as the sharp morning light spilled through the just opened windows. Michael stood there peacefully, admiring the view while you stretched beneath the warm blankets.
“Michael,” you mumbled, your voice still hoarse with sleep.
His head turned immediately, and within seconds he was making his way to the bed. He climbed in beside you, gently pulling you closer until you were tucked against his chest.
“How’d you sleep, darling?” he asked softly.
You nuzzled your face deeper into him, causing him to sink back onto the mattress with a quiet laugh.
“I slept amazing. Any chance you could send this bed to my house?” you murmured.
“Or…” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear, “…you could just move in.”
A smile tugged at your lips before you quickly hid it, pushing yourself upright instead.
“I’m craving fresh… warm cookies,” you admitted swiftly changing topic, your voice lowering as the craving settled in. Michael immediately pushed himself off the bed and reached for your hands. Your head dipped as another yawn escaped you.
“Hey,” he said, gently lifting your chin. “What did I tell you about hiding your pretty face from me?”
You laughed, slipping on the cozy slippers he bought just for you. “I literally just woke up.” His entire face lit up. “Let’s bake. Like old times.”
“Mikey…” You laughed. “We burned everything last time.”
He nudged your shoulder dramatically, his big doe eyes widening until you finally sighed.
You reached for the bedroom door. “Where are you going?” he asked immediately.
“I need to brush my teeth and shower?”
“Want me to come with you? What if you get lost?”
You rolled your eyes as he continued firing question after question.
“No, Mikey. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
He looked like he wanted to protest, but you had already slipped out the door. He hated being away from you and was so shit at hiding it.
By the time you walked into the kitchen minutes later, his grin stretched from ear to ear, as if you’d been gone for five years. Your eyes drifted to the island.
Milk, butter, eggs and chocolate chips. The expensive brand you loved—were neatly laid out, ready to go.
“Someone’s excited,” you teased.
“S’not really the cookies,” he murmured, leaning close enough for his words to brush against your ear. You gently pushed his face away before handing him a mixing bowl.
“Start the batter. Like old times.” you teased, knowing he would ask you to help him in about 5 seconds of placing the bowl in his hand. His eyes found yours almost immediately, silently begging for help.
“So… we start with the…” You looked around. “Wait… where’s the flour?”
You turned toward the counter.
“…Mikey?” You let out a slow breath and turned back around slowly. There was a very high chance he was about to throw flour at you and he did.
You squealed, spitting out the flour that had landed in your mouth before grabbing a handful and throwing it right back at him.
He tried to dodge it but was far too slow.
“I’m sorry,” he laughed, though neither of you believed it for a second.
Making the cookies had your heart skipping in a way it never had before. It was something the two of you had done countless times, yet this morning every little interaction felt more meaningful than you’d ever allowed yourself to admit.
His hand always seemed to find yours. It lingered for just a second longer when you passed him the eggshells to throw away or the bowls that would eventually need washing. Later, he stood behind you with his chin resting in the crook of your neck while you folded the chocolate chips into the batter.
Before you could react, his finger dipped into the cookie dough. He held it out toward your face with a grin.
You reached up to wipe it away with your own finger, but he gently pulled his hand back, the smile on his face growing wider. Looking up at him, you couldn’t help but laugh.
You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, your eyes never leaving his as you tasted the bit of dough from his fingertip. Michael simply stared, lips slowly opening before he took them in his infamous lip bite.
“…We didn’t add enough sugar.” You said clearing your throat.
Turning away before he could say anything, you reached for the baking tray and began scooping the dough onto it.
“I… I’m sure it’ll still be good,” he managed, finally finding his voice. You smiled over your shoulder.
“We put our hearts into it.”
Once the cookies were in the oven, the two of you stood in silence, taking in the disaster your baking session had left behind.
Flour covered nearly every surface, mixing bowls crowded the sink. Michael glanced at the mess before looking at you.
“No.” You answered before he could finish causing the two of you burst into laughter. Eventually, you collapsed into the kitchen chairs, catching your breath.“So,” you asked, “what do we do after the cookies bake?” Michael leaned back with a smile.
“We’ll play some music, eat and I’ll tell you everything that happened on tour.” Your lips curled into a content smile.
Now, both of you sat together, the kitchen finally clean and cookies in hand. A vinyl long forgotten as Michael finished telling you one of his many tour adventures.
Your heart warmed at the sheer excitement in his voice as he told you about learning different cultures, visiting new places, and meeting fans from all over the world.
You wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.
“Enough about me,” he said, slightly dusting his hands from the remaining cookie crumbs.
His eyes searched for yours, but your gaze immediately dropped.
“He’s good, Mikey,” you answered softly.
You had a huge fight before leaving for Neverland.
While Michael had been away on tour, everything had been fine. In fact, according to your boyfriend, it had been the best period of your relationship. So you couldn’t understand why his entire mood changed the moment he found out Michael was coming back.
The affection wasn’t the same. The attention wasn’t the same and whenever you asked what was wrong, he brushed it off. Until the night you were packing your bags when It turned into an argument.
You had reassured him countless times that you and Michael were just friends—that you always would be. But this time, you couldn’t bring yourself to keep defending something that shouldn’t have needed defending.
It felt like every argument somehow found its way back to Michael and you were tired of repeating yourself.
“You’re lying,” Michael said gently, nudging you to continue. You gulped.
He stayed quiet, letting you speak.
“It was about you.” “He’s always talking about you and,” Your voice cracked.
“He treated me differently when you came back. He just woke up one day and became cold… and now he’s ignoring me.” The tears finally slipped free. Michael immediately pulled you closer, gently resting your head against him.
“Shh,” he whispered. “I got you.”
“He doesn’t deserve you, darling.”
“I’ve been telling you this,” he added softly.
He gently lifted your head, wiping away your tears with so much care that your heart ached. His hands were warm against your skin, and you could feel the admiration and affection he held for you through the way he looked at you.
“Michael…” you whispered.
Your hand slowly moved to his face, your fingers resting against his cheek as you looked at him before you closed the distance. Your lips met in a soft, lingering kiss.
It was gentle, almost careful, like both of you were realizing the weight of what was happening. His hands held onto your waist tightly, almost as if he was afraid the moment would disappear if he let go.
When you finally pulled away, his eyes stayed on you, filled with need that made your stomach flip.
“Michael… I’m so sorry,” you breathed.
He shook his head quickly.
“No. Stop doing that,” he whispered. “I know what you feel. I know what you want.”
His lips moved closer to yours once again, this time with a little more certainty, like neither of you wanted to fight the feeling anymore.
The kiss was still soft, but there was a different kind of emotion behind it now. The hesitation was gone, replaced by the understanding that this was something you both had been avoiding for far too long.
When you finally pulled away, you fell back against the couch, your breathing slightly uneven as you tried to process everything that had just happened.
“Hey,” he whispered, a small smile forming as he looked at you.
“About us,” he added softly.
You nodded, a small smile appearing on your face despite the confusion still swirling in your mind. Slowly, you leaned back into his chest, letting his arms wrap around your waist.
His fingers traced small shapes against your hand as you rested there, Your mind completely lost somewhere between the cookies, and what just happened.
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