michael bluth and fem!reader finally get a moment of peace. short and fluffy. still mdni thank uuu. based on this request.
at around 1 am you had finally managed to get everyone out of michael’s house for the night, which in itself is an impressive achievement considering their constant need to involve michael in their problems.
michael returns to his bedroom wrapped in a towel skin still damp from the hot water and steam. you smile at the man who’s hair is dripping little droplets of water onto the floor and help him dry off.
once his body is semi dry he puts on the pajamas you laid out for him, shoving his long legs into the plaid fabric. you’re the first to crawl into the freshly made bed and michael soon joins you, laying down next to you and sighing.
he stretches his arms, “thank you.” michael practically purrs as he gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“it’s absolutely no problem.” a pause “I love you.” he hears you murmur softly, still so shy to tell him you love him.
he can’t help the giddy smile that dawns upon his face “i love you too.”
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.”
Need some subby Michael bc I just know that man whimpers
Sub!michael bluth x fem!reader head cannons
I LOVE. This request. I’ve decided to make this a head cannon post but I do have a micheal smut in the works so stay tuned!
Obviously smut and nsfw warning, pre established relationship, fem!reader, riding, oral m!receiving, praise kink
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I think Michael is truly such a softy. Like of course he can be rough if he’s angry with his family or if he hasn’t seen you in awhile, but he’s sooooo subby.
When he’s had a bad day, his favorite thing is to let you ride him. He becomes a big baby, he loves when you take care of him. He just holds you and softly moans your name and small praises
“Thank you, sweetheart. I needed that.”
He’s very sweet. Like just the biggest sweetheart. He’s the type of guy to talk a big game while you’re out at dinner but when you get home he’s the one begging.
“Please, (y/n)? I need you.”
He’s definitely a switch, he grew up with that toxic masculinity so of course he likes to prove he can take control, but after awhile of being together he shows his true submissive colors.
Praise kink? Definitely. He loves any praise from you, in and out of the bedroom. Wether it’s letting him know he did a good job regarding something at the Bluth company, or telling him how adorable he looks under you. He loves a good compliment.
“You’re so pretty, Michael.”
This man falls apart at the feeling of your touch. He is such a whimperer. In the beginning of your relationship he definitely got embarrassed and tried to suppress it, but it didn’t take long for him to get comfortable and let go completely.
He loves being with someone who allows him to be himself in this way.
Of course, Michael is so caring and attentive. He cares so much about the needs of everyone he loves, including you. Especially you. When you ride him or suck him off he always makes sure you’re comfortable and he always tells you how great you’re doing.
“Yes, perfect. Just like that, baby.”
He also loves to gently grasp your hair or your hips. Just to help you out.
While he is rather submissive during sex, afterwards he always makes sure he’s the one taking care of you. He’s a big cuddle guy, he also makes sure you’re clean and that you’ve gone to the bathroom after. Its his way of paying you back.
Michael MELTS when you kiss him. He loves the more intimate/romantic type of love making as apposed to rough or mean.
He’s also not the biggest fan of quickies as he loves to take his time and set the mood perfectly
“Let’s wait until we get home, sweetheart, okay?”
but sometimes when you visit his office on his lunch break during a particularly bad day, you can tell he’s stressed and you straddle his waist immediately, the second you start grinding against him he’ll give in (as if he wasn’t praying it would happen)
summary: you're seated next to gob at the bluth company's fundraiser. after a long night of gob being hit on by women at the party, you get a little jealous. you get back at him through his brother michael.
cw: slightly nsfw, teasing under the table, jealousy, fwb dynamic
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you’re about to see him again. this time, at his family's company’s fundraiser. you go to work everyday with his brother, but your boss is unaware of the unspoken relationship you have with his hot older brother.
your hair stands up noticing the few heads that turned the moment you step foot into the party. there was one particular face that quickened the pace of your heart beat.
your eyes lock with gob's. the first to look away would be considered the loser between the two of you, but you’d be lying if you said gob isn’t the first person you go to when you're on your break. you’re the loser, but you have never met a man as sleazy, horny, self-absorbed, and arrogant as gob bluth. still, you can't deny he's good in bed... and in the bathroom, and in the car, and in the yacht.
he gives you a quick nod to say 'what's up?' and you return a smile like you don’t know this man. you both stand near the catering service. gob’s face is expressing… hesitance?
“something wrong?” you tilt your head slightly as you inquire.
“no… it’s just… you’re… you look… good. you look really good. god.”
he’s totally not used to giving compliments. he’d tell women they look good to get a quick fuck but your backless black dress that hugs your body looks like it had an impact on him.
“let's keep it professional tonight, gob. i don’t wanna lose my job.” you smile, ignoring his reaction to your dress. it feels as if you’re above him now.
“yeah. well— you know what, i think i left something in the car. wanna help me go get it? it’s in the backseat, specifically.”
you’re not so sure now. but he would never hesitate to compliment for a quickie.
“no, we’re not doing that right now."
“it'll only take five minutes." he begs, on the brink of saying 'please' three times.
you sneer. “three?” he squeaks.
"y/n, welcome to the party. how are you finding it so far?"
michael approaches you with two glasses of champagne in his hands.
"beautiful party, really. i'm glad to be a part of tonight. i think tonight might be the first time i meet all of your siblings as well."
"happy to hear that. i mean, not about the last thing you said. i will have to wish you good luck for that.”
he offers you a glass and you take it almost immediately, even though champagne won't be strong enough to get you through the night you're about to have. michael is too nice, and you and gob both know what you're doing together is wrong. what makes it even worse is that michael has no idea. he takes a quick glance at gob, assuming he's hitting on you, which he is. you know michael feels sorry for you.
"especially for this one. y/n, let me know if you need anything. okay? seriously. we're on the same table anyway."
"of course. thank you for the drink, michael."
before michael completely leaves the conversation, he shortens the distance between you and him to leave a message.
"is he making you uncomfortable?"
you giggle. he wasn't trying to be funny, but if that's how michael saw your interaction with gob, you must not be the only person who thinks gob is that sleazy, horny, self-absorbed, arrogant character from the docks.
"i'm okay, really. i can take care of myself." you reassure michael.
gob scoffs as michael leaves to go out of sight and probably go broaden his network. when was a part of the conversation, you forgot gob had just implied he wanted a quickie in his car. but god, its hard to resist to his offer when he looks so good in that suit with his hair slicked back. you couldn't ever forget about that.
you two have never discussed what you both wanted out of the relationship, if you could even call it a relationship. with that in mind, something deep inside is telling you you don't want other women in this party to know gob exists.
"i’ll see you around, gob. i have an actual job and reputation to maintain. have fun.”
you pat him on the shoulder before turning your back. part of the reason why gob's so infatuated with you is because you treat him like he's just another guy. michael would always tell you about the disaster-relationships gob has had in the past, and the reason for disaster would always be gob himself. him and his fear of commitment and not being in-control.
the least you could do for your boss after secretly having sex multiple times with his older brother is strengthen the bluth company's relationship with its clients. while speaking to clients, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being stared at. it takes a great amount of strength to resist looking around for gob, but it took only a second for you to turn your head to the woman who shouts gob's name as she laughed.
"you're hilarious, gob!"
'come on, he couldn't possibly be that funny for her to have to announce that to the whole party,' you thought.
it looked like she was having the time of her life, clinging onto gob's arm and playfully hitting him like that. that should've been you. your body starts to feel cold, but your face is heating up. a familiar feeling starts to disturb you. you know you'll start making bad choices as soon as you realize the emotion you're currently feeling.
jealousy. you want to get back at him. you'll let any man, even michael, to touch you for a quick second just for gob to realize what he's missing. you just have to time it right, then he'll see.
it's wrong. you know it's wrong, but it'll just take a second. michael's finally alone, and you know exactly where gob is. your feet starts to numb from all the standing and walking on your high heels, but it'll only take a second. you finally approach michael.
"hey you. look who's been working so hard." a smile grows on michael's face. he lifts his hand up, waiting for your high five. of course, you rush to high five him.
"thank you, thank you. i see you too, michael. you just don't stop working, do you?"
he chuckles and looks down. it's his way of agreeing with what you say.
"i get that a lot."
there it is again, that feeling. it's telling you someone's staring at you. your 'plan' is working.
"we don't talk a lot about our personal lives."
"except when you talk to me about your… interesting siblings."
"that, i'm still sorry about." michael assures.
"no, don't be. they’re not your fault. i'd go crazy too."
if only michael knew you have already gone crazy because of his sibling. after all the feeling of guilt and jealousy from your first glass of champagne to the fifth, a conversation with michael served as the actual refresher— to the point where you don't realize 15 minutes has already passed.
"right, the program's about to start. we should take our seats. you coming with me or do you still want to break off your legs standing on those heels all night?" michael reaches a hand out to you, waiting for your response. he knows you've been working hard all night and you needed support, both physically and mentally.
"definitely coming with you," you gently place your hand on his and gently pull up your long dress by your hip with the other hand. you couldn't take your eyes off the floor knowing you might trip on your own dress. maybe also the fact that you might lock eyes with gob again.
but you're already way over that. your eyes widen seeing gob's already sat at the table you were assigned to. he won't even look at you, he was too busy playing with the corner of his table napkin... even when you made sure to spray 2 more times than your usual amount of perfume so you could make a lasting impression. michael squeezes your hand as he helps you take the vacant seat next to gob, signaling he'll have to leave for a while to host. you nod and smile at him, mouthing 'good luck.'
"i know what you're doing." gob mutters.
if he's not turning to look at you, you wouldn't dare move a single inch for him.
"what are you talking about?"
"michael? really?"
"what about the guy i go to work with everyday?"
he sighs and crosses his arms in return like he's throwing tantrums because his crush won't give attention to him and only him. it's unfair. you don't even know where gob goes when you're not with him, and it's not like you're in a relationship with him. it's just casual, that's what you both non-verbally agreed on ever since you started working with michael.
the lights dim and the sounds of jazz weakens. it's dark and everyone's looking at the stage, you wouldn't want to miss the opportunity; you gently place a hand on gob's thigh while expecting for him to remove your hand and doing the same to you instead.
all he did was slightly change the way he sat instead, manspreading even more, 'submitting' his thigh to you. as the hosts on stage were introducing themselves, your hand slowly caresses his thigh, slowly traveling up to his inner thigh. you graze his clothed crotch for a second, making him take a sharp breath. if it weren't for the tablecloth you'd have been caught by now.
"you okay, gob?" you tease, moving your face closer to his to inquire.
"i’m okay.” he purses his lips and hums in response, facing your way a little until his lips are only a few inches away from a kiss with you that you’ve both been craving ever since the two of you got here.
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Insane Michael Bluth rambles written at 1am by a chubby busty woman for other chubby busty women.
Probably OOC but I don’t give a fuck. I’m tired and this is unedited.
Sorry IBTC this isn’t for you 💔
Enjoy.
Michael goes INSANE for a nice rack.
okay this one is biased (I’m a GG please I’d like to be able to have one thing besides back pain in my 22 years of life)
but Michael really does. To a degree you didn’t really think possible until you finally wore something form fitting around him.
Like I’d imagine you’d probably wear more work appropriate blouses, on the looser side to try and hide your figure — even if unintentional. But one day you show up in a button up.
Worst idea. Known. To. Man.
Maybe you were moving or left laundry to a little too late but you had run out of other options and so you had to swallow your pride, and put on that stupid little button up shirt you bought for that stupid little temp job you took in college.
You couldn’t do it up all the way — it wasn’t open to an obscene degree, just an uncomfortable middle ground between open and shut — so you did slip an undershirt on, though it still didn’t hide much.
But still, they were definitely visible.
And Michael definitely noticed.
Michael walked past your desk that morning and genuinely had to do a double take.
He had thought you were pretty — who am I kidding — he thought you were gorgeous when he hired you but had kept those thoughts inside. Deep down. And thankfully your usually conservative office-wear had helped with that.
out of site out of mind or whatever the fuck
But today, seeing you sat there with the first few buttons of your blouse undone (and a few on the verge of popping open) he was speechless.
Within the first five seconds of seeing you he could feel his face getting hot and had to scurry away so fucking fast— it was almost comical.
Throughout the day he’s trying so so hard not to stare but you’re right there, looking pretty… and so are they.
Any time he walks past your desk, or you come into his office to deliver him some files he is having to force himself to stare at the floor.
Doesn’t help when some of the family comes in and starts making comments.
It feels like his actual personal hell.
Tobias: “Hello Ms (L/N), very lovely breasts you have out. Have you seen Michael?”
Michael: “Tobias— I’m right here and you can’t say that.”
Tobias: “Why? It’s a compliment.”
Michael: “It’s sexual harassment.”
Tobias: “It’s appreciation of the female form.”
Michael: “Jesus Christ.”
He’s trying his hardest but by the end of the day he’s flustered, you’re still not comfortable in your too tight blouse and you’re both convinced this is some weird level of purgatory.
You were both leaving at about the same time — a little later than everyone else did — so you both ended up in the elevator together.
As you’re both standing in the silence of the elevator, you drop something, and as you bend over to pick it up, your entire blouse pops open, and the embarrassment that rushes through you is potent.
You stuff whatever you dropped into your bag as you awkwardly attempt to pull your blouse shut, muttering apologies as tears prick your eyes at the thought of having to take the bus home like that.
Michaels face goes red seeing your blouse open like that. He forces himself not to look and somehow before he can think he grabs his jacket from where he’d had it slung over his arm and hands it to you.
Before you can even try and deny it he simply places it over your shoulders and you almost instinctively pull it around you. Letting swallow your figure.
“I’m uh— really sorry about that—“ you attempt to pipe up but you’re simply met with a shake of the head from him.
“It’s fine.” Michael says, finally looking at you properly.
“No, it’s just—this wasn’t appropriate to wear to work, and I’m sorry because I’m kind of in the middle of moving and didn’t have much to wear, and then this happened, and the thought of having to take the bus home like that—“ you begin to ramble but he cuts you off.
“You’re getting the bus home?” He asks.
“Yeah?”
“No.” He says simply, before quickly realising how definitely off putting that sounded and continuing; “I mean, I can’t let you get the bus home like that. I can.. give you a lift.”
Your eyes widen at that, “Sir, that’s not necessary—“
“I assure you, it’s fine.” He replies, “and I told you, you can call me Michael.”
