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One year - Michael Bluth x Reader

Michael Bluth x Reader

Set in the 1st episode, Michael is caught between his family drama, the best decision for his son, and his romantic relationship.

Note: I just got my period which explains my sudden reemergence of attraction to Michael Bluth and I just remembered I have free will so I wrote a fanfic GODBLESS 🙏I haven’t written since I was like 13 so pls let me know if you have any suggestions, feedback or advice for the future. Anything is appreciated!

Word Count: 3.5 K

Warning/details: Use of (Y/N), she/her pronouns , lots of dialogue from 1st episode (sorry), brief mention of spanish speaking/heritage reader, I just wanted to add some lore my bad yall plus we know michael loves latina women god bless ✊

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The day that Michael had been waiting for for so long had finally arrived. He would finally be named partner of his Father’s company. The same place where he’s spent the last 10 years working to help expand and advance the family company.

His long-term girlfriend of four years would be moving back up to California when the news was official. She had gotten a promotion in her company, but the position was in Miami. She had moved down a year and a half ago.

It wasn’t easy for the both of them to see each other just once every other month for a weekend. Not even for George-Michael, who had grown close to her. Seeing her as a sort of maternal figure for him after his Mothers passing.

Michael and (Y/N) had discussed on one of their weekends together that when Michael would be named partner, (Y/N) would transfer back to her old position at her job to move back to California. It was a big step up for Michael in his career. (Y/N), knowing how much he’s worked for it and how important his family was to him, agreed to move back. It was a tough position, she loved her job, but she loved her new little family with Michael and George-Michael even more so she agreed.

Michael was so grateful that she understood and agreed, he knew the sacrifice she would be taking. Which is exactly why this night was so important to him, not only did it mean that his work at his Father’s company would finally be recognized, but his partner who he loved and missed dearly would be moving back with him and his son. She couldn’t make it to George's retirement party, but would be flying in the next day.

So as Michael listened to his Father’s speech, about to announce the new company’s C.E.O, he couldn’t have had a bigger smile on his face.

“I give you the new C.E.O for the Bluth Company, certainly the smartest Bluth, my favorite Bluth, and the… Sexiest creature I have ever laid eyes on, my lovely wife Lucille”

Michael felt a wave of emotions over him, immediately turning to look at his son and seeing his face of shock. Michael looked around at the scene around him, his family congratulating his Mother. Guests applauding.

His father came up to him, and in a hug whispered in his ear, “Sorry, It’s not the right time.”

Michael went numb.

It was right then that Michael decided to never speak to his family again and to move down to Miami with his son.

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“He got arrested??!” (Y/N) gasped.

“Oh yeah, defrauding investors and using the company as a personal piggy bank. But I guess the latter is not that much of a surprise.” Michael sighed, adjusting the phone by his ear and taking a sip of his whiskey, resting back on the couch.

“Wow… Well I hate to say it honey but look on the bright side. Maybe it’s a good thing he didn’t name you C.E.O. I mean you would have been caught up in all this drama and left with this mess to your name!”

“Yeah… I guess you’re right. It still hurts though. I mean after all the time and effort I’ve put in this company, I’m just looked over, like nothing.” He ranted “I’m sorry for our plans changing darling”

She feels for him, she’s been witness to all the work he’s put in and could see how much he really cared for his family’s business. (Y/N) had never been with someone who came from a family of money like Michael, but even with that he was different from any other person she’s met. He was incredibly hard working, humble and very family-orientated.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ve seen how hard you’ve worked for the company. It really is a shame he can’t see that.”

There’s silence over the call, each one trying to deal with the news.

“Well, I do have some good news though” Michael says.

“And what’s that?” (Y/N) hums, expecting another anecdote like Tobias taking Michael’s pirate party comment seriously, ending up on a boat protesting the yacht party.

“Well, we’re moving to Miami!” Michael laughs.

“W-what?!”

“Yep! I’m officially done with this family. I’m tired of cleaning everyone’s messes while they get to live their life. I just want to focus on my son now and you. It’s time to focus on my own little family. You know, George-Michael deserves so much more than living in a model house, and you deserve more than us only seeing eachother for a weekend every other month.”

(Y/N) almost couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She could understand where he was coming from, but still couldn’t believe that Michael was just done with his family. It’s normal to hear him rant, but at the end of the day, he’d always stick around and help.

“Michael... Are you sure?” she said softly. She didn’t know what was going to happen after Michael broke the news to her earlier, but was definitely not expecting this.

“I’m 100% sure, I’m just so done with all the greed and selfishness in this family.” He sighs, already feeling relief from getting to get away from this mess.

“You should still come tomorrow, we can spend the last few days here together. We can go on a bike ride, walk the pier, maybe go to Disneyland and then go back to Miami together. I’ve got good experience, I’ll find a job down there, and we’ll get George-Michael put into school and live peacefully, just the three of us.” He smiles. Already imagining the house they’ll live in by the coast. Not a model home in the middle of a desert. But sitting out on their back patio,enjoying the breeze drinking a mojito with his partner.

She’s excited for all of them to live together again, she’s really missed them, but she can’t help but have this nagging feeling that Michael shouldn’t just abandon his family like this. Especially in a time where they need him more than ever.

She looks at her already packed suitcase and sighs. She’ll still fly to Orange County tomorrow. She’ll talk to him about this in person, maybe it’ll be easier than over the phone.

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The past few days had been a dream. (Y/N) had called in work to extend her stay in California for a few extra days to help Michael get everything together for the move to Miami. All three of them had fun together on the weekend, having a last hurrah in California. When George-Michael went back to school for his last week, (Y/N) helped Michael pack, look for companies based in Miami that were hiring and getting all the papers together for the move.

Even after (Y/N) talked to him the night she landed about if the move was the right decision, Michael was still set.

She felt bad that it had to come to these terms with his family, but excited for the three of them to be together again. She loved living in Miami, but the loneliness was bumming her out.

(Y/N) and Michael were out for lunch. Michael had just gotten out of a meeting for a job offer, both of them elated.

“I cannot wait for the three of us to be together again. No more drama, no stress, just us living our own lives. And I’m excited to get out of here. I want a fresh start, I want to experience new things, it’ll be the beginning of the rest of our lives,” he smiles

“I know, I’m already thinking of all the things we can do! I mean I didn’t want to say anything but there’s this beautiful house I found. It has t-“

Michael’s phone started to ring.

He looks at her with an apologizing look. “I’m so sorry sweetheart, just a moment, I swear.”

He picks up the phone, “Hello?... What for?.... I mean I’m busy right now Mother… O-Ok ..”

“I’ll be there in a bit… No I’m not gonna force her to come.. I-... We’ll see… Ok I- .. Yes! I got it Mother.. Ok.. Ok see you soon.”

He hangs up with a defeated sigh.

(Y/N) looks at him with a lifted brow. Michael lowers his head, stress already reappearing in his shoulders.

“My Mom says she needs me to go to her apartment immediately. Something important about my Dad and the family,” Michael says.

“She asked you to come as well” He looks up timidly, “but don’t feel pressured. You don’t have to worry either, it’s probably something about his sentencing. It’ll be the last time we’ll see them anyways,” shaking his head.

She thinks about it for a moment. She wasn’t a big fan of his family really, from Gob’s obnoxious behavior, always trying to flirt with her, Lindsey’s lack of ambition and ignorance, Buster’s... well he was there. However, strangely enough, his Mother loved (Y/N) . She had no idea why, she certainly did not like her, but never made it known to her obviously, she was still technically her mother-in-law.

She really did admire how much Michael would help his family, even if they were crazy. Something she heavily related to.

“Ok, yeah, I’ll go with you,” She smiles, raising her hand to intertwine with his over the table.

He smiles back at her, “Thank you sweetheart, I don’t think I can deal with everyone again on my own”

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Michael and (Y/N), both sat on arm chairs pulled next to each other, facing the family.

When they arrived they were immediately pushed to the chairs, the rest of the family on the couches, all staring.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, what exactly is this intervention for?” Michael says, already fed up. Thinking this was an important meeting to then just be an ‘intervention’.

Everyone looks around awkwardly.

(Y/N) already knew what was going to happen.

“We need you to come back and run the business,” Lucille speaks up.

“Ah, Ok, well then, so technically it’s not really an intervention. It’s more of an imposition if you think about it.” Michael says.

“Whatever you want to call it,” Lindsey says nonchalantly.

“I’d love to call it an imposition,”

“We’re in trouble here Michael, and I can’t perform my magic.” Gob says.

“Oh ok, now that you guys have tried running the business yourselves, you’ve finally noticed how hard it actually is. After all these years of just running around doing whatever you want, while I’ve been here, actually working, you guys are forced to work and can’t after.. Not even a week?”

“Michael,” Lindsey starts, “I mean you’re already familiar with the business and I mean, you’re the only one that actually went to school for it. You know, in a way you owe it to Dad after what he’s done for you,”

Michael scoffs, “Oh please, I’ve already done enough for him, for all of you and the company. I think it’s time for you guys to step up anyways,”

“(Y/N) please, tell him he should stay and help his family, don’t you think? Like you, helping your family from Brazil, you understand how important family is.” Lucille pleads.

“Well actually they’re from- nevermind. We also speak Spanish so I don’t know where you got Brazil from, but honestly, this is Michael’s decision to make. Just like Michael can’t tell me what to do with my family, I can't tell him what to do with his. He respects my decisions so I’ll respect his. This is entirely his decision to make. I’m just here for moral support,” She says, putting a straight smile, crossing her legs over and putting her hands on Michael’s that were on her chair, for moral support. Michael looks over at her and smiles.

“You’ve disappointed me, (Y/N)... My favorite child.. Betraying me.. What has this family come to dear god,” She scoffs, downing her drink.

“Mother..” Buster says with clear hurt on his face.

“Well I’m sorry but it’s just too late. I’m moving to Miami, I got a job,” Michael says.

The whole family just stares at him.

“It’s something you apply for, and then they pay you to um, nevermind, I don’t want to ruin the surprise. “ Michael says sarcastically. “So no hard feelings, adiós, sayonara, see you when the first parent dies,” Michael starts to get up, giving you his hand to help you get up to leave.

“Well I’d rather be dead in California than alive in Florida,” Lucille jokes.

“George-Michael, grab your coat,” Michael says, putting his hand on (Y/N) lower back.

“I think Dad would really want you to help us out here Michael,” Lindsey says.

“Dad’s in jail,” Michael responds curtly.

‘Well the least you can do is say goodbye to him,”

Michael looks at (Y/N) with a sigh. She looks at him, lifts her eyebrows and tilts her head to the side. Signaling that it was a good point. Michael looks at her and shakes his head. She nods back. He looks down to the ground and sighs, she was right.

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(Y/N) stayed back with George-Michael while Michael went to go see his Father at the prison. They were at the house, packing the final few things.

She was curious why there were daily-use things in the attic, like clothes, photos and board games.

“Hey George-Michael, why are these things stored in the attic? Just seems a bit odd considering you guys should be using these things pretty often,” She asks, taking out one of Michael’s ties that she swore she saw him wear the other day.

“Oh we’ve been living in the attic cause Dad didn’t want to mess anything up downstairs,”

“What??!! How long has this been going on??” she says in disbelief. She had no idea about this.

“The past year, everytime you came over we would stay downstairs. He told me not to say anything to you, but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore now that we’re leaving” he says, his tone getting softer near the end.

She had a lot more questions, like a lot more, but seeing the attitude of the boy she’s helped take care of for the past four years crushed her.

“Hey.. what’s going on bud?” She asks, going up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Nothing.. It’s just that.. I was starting to like getting to be with the family again, It wasn’t so lonely. Especially after you left. You know, I could feel us growing closer with the family. I just wished you were here with us, and whenever you came to visit us and we would all be together, it was really nice. Things were starting to feel normal again.. I really enjoy it. I like having an Aunt and Uncle, and a cousin Not in a weird way of course, just fun having a cousin, but not too much you know just normal cousin love haha..” George Michael says. He was getting a little weird at the end but she just brushed it off to his usual awkwardness.

Her heart broke hearing him say that. She knew how hard George-Michael had it with his Mom dying at such a young age, how busy his Dad was, even if he tried to spend as much time with him as possible. He just wanted to be with his family, have some normalcy and feel that connection. It made sense considering he’s seen how his Dad highlights how important family is.

“Hey, what’s going on, everything alright?” Michael asks, walking up the steps to the attic.

She knew immediately what she had to do, “Michael, I need to talk to you.”

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They left George-Michael to finish the last bit of packing.

Michael and (Y/N) went into their bedroom, well what she thought was their bedroom but that’s for another day.

“Is everything alright? Don’t worry about what happened earlier at the imposition, we’re still moving to Miami.”

She sat him on the side of the bed , sitting across from him and sighed

“No, Michael… you have to stay,” She says looking him straight in the eyes.

“W-what? What do you mean honey? We already have everything set to go, I mean, what changed?” He questions, shocked.

“This isn’t good for George-Michael. If we just leave. He needs to be with all of his family, not just us. And I know, I know.. This whole ordeal is just- complicated and messy if you stay but for his sake, i think you should.” She says, holding his hands in hers.

“What do you mean ‘you’? What about us? Are we just going to keep on doing this forever? Flying back and forth?” His eyes are full of concern.

“No, well, I mean.. I don’t know Michael. George-Michael was just telling me how much he likes being with the family. We shouldn’t take that away from him. He shouldn’t be seeing you just abandoning your family like this either. You guys shouldn’t leave on bad terms.” She says with a heavy heart. She really doesn’t know what the future will be like, but she knows this move shouldn’t happen.

“Ok.. yeah, you’re right. They’re crazy but it’s good for him to have more family around him. But.. what’s going to happen to us?” He asks.

She sighs, then moves forward to hug him. Digging her face in his neck, “I don’t know…”

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As the couple somberly walk back up to the attic, they see George-Michael talking to Lindsey.

“Well since Mom died, it’s been kind of lonely and I just wish we could all stay here,” George-Michael confesses.

Michael and (Y/N) stop, listening to him. Michael looks at (Y/N) , now understanding more clearly where she was coming from. It was different to hear his own son say these things.

“I-uh need help with the van please,” Michael says

“Ok,” George-Michael says timidly. He looks at Lindsey and embraces her, looking like he didn’t want to let go.

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After Michael had spoken to Lindsey, clearing some of their problems out and a nice evening just hanging out and playing monopoly with the whole family. officially deciding and announcing that they would be staying and that he would help the family, night finally fell.

Michael and (Y/N) had gone out to the pier to talk, they would have just gone on the front porch but something about being in the middle of nowhere, outside, at night, is not exactly the most comfortable setting for a tough conversation.

They were sat on a bench, looking at the gleam of the moon over the waves of the Californian water.

“I don’t wanna lose you,” He breaks the silence, turning towards you.

“Me neither,” You confess, “This past year and a half away from you two has been tough. I can’t imagine it all just ending.”

“Give me a year,” he says.

She looks at him, confused, “What?”

“Just give me a year to fix this mess. George-Michael will be able to get closer to the family, we’ll be on good terms when we leave for Miami, or wherever we go. Let’s give him this chance to get to know them, especially during this hard time. Give me a year to try to get the family company out of this, try to get my Dad out of prison, get everyone settled,” he says, his eyes pleading her.

“I know this isn’t what we talked about, but move back to California, give me one year to fix this. Yes, we won't be as well off, I probably won’t earn anything while trying to deal with this mess, if you get your last job back, you’ll get a pay cut but please, just one year. After that, I swear, I’ll do or go wherever you want, we’ll be together no matter what happens.”

She felt her heart flutter, this dedication to his family was one of the things that sparked her interest in him. She didn’t care about how well off they would be, about any of that stuff, but seeing him trying to help them, even after all they’ve done to him really spoke to her. He

was trying to have everyone’s best interest in mind.

“Ok, one year” she nods.

Michael smiled, gently grabbed her face and kissed her.

She pulls back, breathless, “But.. one condition”

“Yes, whatever,”

“That I help you. You can’t do this alone Michael. I’ll help you in the evenings, I’ll go in with you to the office on my days off, lunch breaks, wherever. I’ll help manage finances, project management, even talk to investors, whatever you need help with, I’ll help.” She smiles.

He sighs in relief, “I love you so much,” He hugs her, face in her shoulder. He couldn’t believe this was happening but he was glad he wouldn’t have to go through it alone.

“I love you too,” She breathes. They stay in each other's embrace, under the stars and shine of the moon for some time.

“We are NOT living in the attic though, that’s just crazy, I can’t believe you had that boy up there as if yall were Anne Frank, jesus christ”

“No yeah you’re right, it’s main house for everyone this year.”