ok ok what if instead of you watching him play video games, Michael would watch you write for a change. hours of him watching his universe create her own with a few flicks of her pen, the night would be full of “babe, you are so fucking talented"s and "write our next single please"s and Michael getting upset when you kill off his favourite character. this would go on and on until the early hours of the morning when your hand was aching and you were almost falling asleep in Michael’s lap yet still clutching onto your pen and notebook. Michael would stroke your hair and plant a kiss on your forehead, mumbling how his baby needs to rest and he would carry you to your bedroom and whisper sweet nothings until you fell asleep in his arms