— his muse
thriller! era michael x reader
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michael and you sat on the floor of his room in hayvenhurst, michael’s eyes fused onto the paper, the pencil in his hand moved, looking up at you every so often.
you sat across from michael cross legged, “are you almost done?” you muttered impatiently.
“just a minute..” michael whispered, his brows furrowing for a moment as he studied the paper, he looked beautiful. his curls hanging loosely over his forehead, biting at his lower lip in concentration.
you snapped out of it when michael spoke, “alright, i’m done.” with a boyish smile on his face. he noticed you staring.
you immediately crawled over to his side to look, your eyes landing on the sketchbook in his hands.
it was beautiful. he had captured every small detail. every feature, beauty mark, dimple, everything.
michael’s smile began to falter a bit, he looked a bit embarrassed from your lack of words. “do you like it?” he murmured.
“do i like it?” you spoke, “i love it! oh my god michael..this is beautiful, you’re so talented.” michael’s shy smile returned to his face, he looked down, moving to grab your hand, toying with your fingers.
“it’s okay.. i could’ve done bett—“ before he could finish, you pushed the sketchbook to the side, straddling michael while peppering kisses all over his face, you could hear his small giggles and murmurs of your name,
you cupped his cheeks in both hands, finally moving to give him a tender kiss. michael’s hands shifted from the floor to your back, sliding down to your waist. when you finally pulled away for air, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ears, eyes soft, and locked on your lips as he whispered, “thank you for being my muse.”
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okay guys i tried to execute my idea as good as possible…but i really like the concept of this, you would be michael’s muse for every drawing 😢😢💕
@pytforever lmk if this fit ur expectations 👀
