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Call me angel!

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Lana and Michael keep me sane

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If I don’t answer I’m asleep 💤

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Michael with nanny reader… who had shown up the first day intently listening to him explain how he wanted things to be done, and throughout the interview though he wasn’t quite sure if his mind was playing games on him or if he really wasn’t hallucinating but on several occasions he could have sworn your eyes darted towards his lips multiple times….

Michael with nanny reader… who took such great care of the kids, the three seemingly having taken a liking to you, and somewhere along the line he soon found himself wishing you were there when one of the kids threw a fit he couldn’t calm and almost always he awaited your arrival. every single day.

Michael with nanny reader… whose hands seemed to linger on his whenever you two had quick encounters maybe you’d both reach out for the same items and your hands would just slightly brush, or when Michael would have you sign some paperwork, and your hands seemed to reach out purposely close to his, boldly stroking his large hands….

Michael with nanny reader… who'd linger just a little longer even after the children were already tucked in bed, you always sat next to him just a little closer than really needed but Michael never dared stop you yet always despite his subtle gestures you always took your leave before things escalated.

Michael with nanny reader… who showed up one day knocking at his door, tears rolling down your face as you explained how your boyfriend had just broken up with you. And that night boundaries were crossed as he held you in his arms, allowing you to pour out all your emotions … unbeknownst to the fact that you really didn’t care for the guy, you just wanted an excuse to be in his embrace … but well, what he didn’t know wouldn't hurt him, right?

Finally.. Michael with nanny reader… who he was now fully sure knew what you were doing. From the stolen glances to the late nights you’d stayed, and finally that night...it was obvious what you were pushing at...and he was more than willing to let it play out..

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Synopsis ˋ°•*⁀➷ What was supposed to be just a cute baking night transformed into something else.. when your boyfriend began to tease you :3

Warning? None this fic is basically fluff just a hint of suggestiveness but That’s it!

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It was an originally a peaceful night as you and Michael baked together, trying to follow box brownie instructions and hopefully cook up something edible for your movie night.

You were just stirring the batter, attempting to get the so called “thick” consistency the package recommended. On the other hand, Michael was just messing around. He had almost ruined the brownies twice. Causing you to reprimand him, and each time he just stood there biting back a laugh, not taking a single word of your scolding seriously.

Your arms began to ache as you stirred rougher and rougher, hoping that it would speed up the exhausting mixing process when suddenly you felt Michael walk up right behind you, already knowing he was up to something. You warned.

“Michael.”

And surprisingly at the sound of your stern voice he backed off. "Alright, alright," he chuckled, putting his hands up in a surrendering gesture. Moving to besides you, he rested his elbow onto the marble countertop, watching as you finally poured the now fully prepared batter into a baking dish.

Tempted by the delicious scent that now overlook the kitchen, Michael didn't hesitate, quickly reaching out and dumping his middle and pointer fingers into the chocolatey batter, scooping up a good amount and shoving it straight into his mouth despite your heated protests. Without a care in the world, he sucked his fingers clean lapping up the remaining drops off his palm, completely unaware of what he was doing to poor you.

Your gaze never left him as you enviously watched him basically groom his fingers, silently wishing it was you cleaning him up instead.

Feeling your intense gaze on him, he looked up, a mischievous grin on his face.

“What?” He asked, batting his lashes at you, shamelessly feigning innocence.

Darn this man… you thought. He knew exactly what he was doing yet pretended all just to get on your nerves.

“Nothing…” you grumbled, a unamused expression painted on your face.

Hearing you refuse to break, he decided to crank up his method.

Slowly he stalked his way towards a currently puzzled you, with a plan already hatched up. Cornering you into the counter, he stared down at you, facing his intense gaze. You could only nervously gulp trapped left with nowhere to run…

"Michael, what are you doin—”

He cut you off quick.

"You wanted to try some, right?” he questioned, though it came out more like a command. His hands reached out once again, dipping his fingers into the bowl of batter placed right next to you. Purposely flexing his fingers, he gathered a small amount of batter before pulling his now chocolate-soaked fingers back out and slowly towards your lips.

“Have a taste…" he pushed, and well, the teasing tone in his voice was almost impossible to miss, this man knew all too well what game he was playing, but so did you. For a moment only silence settled as he nudged your lips, trying to get you to open. Eyes locked onto his, you stared deep, heart racing at the close proximity between you both.

Though just this time you wouldn’t fold refusing to give him the satisfaction of the win despite his incredibly tempting offer, forcibly you ripped your eyes away from his, pushing him back. You erupted into laughter.

"Michael, you pervert!” You chuckled, unable to stop laughing at the absurdity of it all.

Michael followed soon after, your giggles seemingly contagious as the two of you practically laughed till your chests hurt, and he didn’t stop there. In an act of defiance he came up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your arms and waist, trapping you in his embrace. He picked you up, spinning you around the kitchen.

“Michael put me down!” You shouted, still laughing yet now almost breathless, the combination of laughter and dizziness becoming almost euphoric.

“Not until you admit wanting a taste!” He argued, snickering, clearly amused at the entire situation.

Refusing to give him the last laugh you pushed through

“Never!” You challenged, and well, he undoubtedly fell for the bait, refusing to give up just yet.

Your laughter faded out into the night. What was supposed to be just a fun night baking cookies turned into entirely something else, though there were no complaints, as the moment was a hundred times better like this! Soaking in the intimacy of each other, just two lovers enjoying each others presence..

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Guys tell me I’m not the only one who’s just so hyper fixated on hands like ugh They’re so beautiful and gosh do not let me near a pair of pretty hands because I will be ogling the entire time…

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It was no secret that your boyfriend and king of pop 

Michael was very interested in clothing and dress I mean one of the many reasons he was know for besides his music career was his impeccable style in clothing. 

And being in a relationship with him, you soon realized very quickly that his sense of fashion was undeniably rubbing off onto you.

Was it on purpose? From your point of view, nope!  Far from it actually you’d argue that it was more Michael than you.  The whole ordeal started off subtle, you showing off your outfits in front of Michael and him examining them then giving you advice on what to change or add, and every single time you didn’t hesitate in trusting his word.

Then came that dreaded day.

Michael was invited to some sort of celebration event, and to no one’s shock, he wanted you to come along as his plus one. You agreed, not thinking much of it at the moment. I mean, it was nothing out of the ordinary, you’d been to dozens of events alongside Michael, so what was there to worry about?

Fast forward to the actual day, and there you were sat on the floor absolutely frustrated, closet destroyed, and clothes scattered everywhere because unfortunately you had no idea what to wear. Just when you had lost all hope debating on if you should just cancel and feign sickness to avoid going, Michael came in and for the next minute you ranted his ears off about the whole situation, how you had nothing to wear and how nothing felt right.

Nodding, he acknowledged your every word with zero judgment, before calmly entering your massive walk-in closet, coming out not even a minute later with an outfit in hand. One that you actually really liked, and even better, it just slightly matched his. Thanks to him, your outfit crisis was resolved, and he earned himself a dozen kisses and gentle praise from your side.

From that day on Michaels opinions always somewhat influenced your outfits, and somewhere along that road you weren’t quite sure when but he began fully dressing you.

Taking full control of your closet. Though you voiced no complaints, I mean, you almost never had to worry about what to wear, and always got to match with your amazing boyfriend! So what was there to complain about?

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Best friend Michael always wants to be around you, spending whatever time possible. During even the most boring tasks hes always right there next to you entertaining you or just quietly keeping company.

• Folding another pair of pants and adding them to the stack of clothes you had already completed Michael was sat behind you arms wrapped snug around your waist and head tucked in your neck presses soft pecks onto the flesh. “Mike are you here to help me or just sit there?” you questioned sighing already anticipating the answer you knew all too well. “I’ll help…soon” he hummed into your neck not even caring too look up or make his words sound believable, Goodness the audacity of this man.

Best friend Michael Who always stole a kiss from you no matter where, when, or who was around. Even a small peck from you was enough to brighten up his day and though sometimes you questioned how platonic it truly was he never gave you a chance too read to deep into it, besides you didn’t want him to stop either so why question it..?

• Earlier that day you had gotten a quick call from Michael asking you to come over to the studio telling you about how much he missed you and just needed a break for a minute. Without thinking twice you agreed promising you’d come over the moment you were free. Which led to now you standing infront the studio door knocking at the door with 3 soft knocks, you weren’t kept waiting long as your ears perked up at the soft sound of shuffling feet from the opposite side of the door slowly pulling it open and revealing Michael in the inside a wide toothed grin on his face as he let you inside exchanging greetings he didn’t waste a second before pulling you In close by your hips and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. The gesture was no longer anything foreign to you both having exchanged kisses more time than you could count. Anyone who’d seen you two would probably assume you both as lovers but you guys were always just nothing more than best friends.

Best friend Michael Who always got an unnerving pit of jealousy in stomach watching you interact with other guys or even talk about another man when with him. You always found it a bit strange you weren’t even dating yet he would get so disgustingly jealous. If he ever found out about you hanging out with another guy or worse go on a date he’d get upset and refuse any interaction with you, he’d let all your calls go straight to voicemail and just vanish completely from your life till you eventually groveled and swore to never do such a thing ever again. To sum it up he’d just basically make it his life mission to make sure you regret ever pulling a stunt like that again.

• Mike just please tell me why you’re angry..” you begged basically on the verge of tears he had been ignoring you a full week refusing to take your calls and see you at all. He wasn’t always like this when angry often times he’s be willing to talk it out but most of all Michael almost never got angry. So when he did it felt like absolute hell. You’d be deprived of all his time and attention left with nothing but cold hard silence. Finally for the first time in a week he spoke “why’d you go on a date with him?” The tone in his voice sent a cold shiver down your spine he was real angry “with who Mike..? You felt your voice tremble just slightly trying to think back on who he was talking about when suddenly the faint flash of a guys face echoed in your mind..ohh him.. you though to your head you didnt even remember the poor guys name! Yet michael had gotten all worked up. Slowly you made your way over too Michael who right now had his back facing you restricting you any view of his face and likely to hide all the waves of emotions he was feeling right now. Unsure of what to do you did the only thing you were capable of at the moment and walked up to him wrapping your arms around his waist and resting the side of your head onto his shoulderblade you pressed a soft peck right there squeezing him tight before speaking slowly.. “Michael I’m sorry..” you paused for a moment letting him take in the sincerity of your apology before continuing “I shouldn’t have gone on that date and I promise… it’ll never happen again” at last he began to turn around facing you after what felt like ages. You looked up at him with the best pleading eyes you could possibly muster up “forgive me.. please.?” you spoke with caution arms wrapping tightly around him batting your lashes trying to win over his forgiveness. His arms finally wrapped around your figure he looked down at you allowing you too catch a glance of his eyes you spotted nothing but sadness and gosh you felt your heart break. “Just don’t do it again please” he took a quick breathe “not when I’m here..” chewing on your lip you nodded with a soft hum. “Words” he reminded and you complied embarrassingly quick “got it Michael..” seemingly pleased with your answer he wrapped his arms tighter around you pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

And finally Best friend Michael who everyone now assumes is your boyfriend considering your behavior toward one another from shared kisses, too jumbled feeling your dynamic was difficult to understand not just for outsiders but yourselves as well. Things weren’t easy and they didn’t make much sense but you’d both figure it out as long as you had each other..

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Guys is this a safe place to admit that I LOVE the undefined relationship trope like ugh something about it is just soooooo yummy 🤤

Anyways….