Little one getting in a laughing kick where everything is funny with Michael.
46: Little one getting in a laughing kick where everything is funny.
“What’s so funny, you?” Michael cooed at his baby girl, entering the lounge where she was sat in her bouncer, kicking her legs and squealing with happiness at the sight of her Dad. “You’re in a good mood today, aren’t you?”
She reached her little chubby arms up to him, as a gesture for him to pick her up. He leaned down, unclipping her from the bouncer but not picking her up straight away. He let his fingers dance up and down the sides of her body, as well as under her arms and chin, making her erupt into laughter and the sweet giggles that he loved to hear.
“Come here, angel.” He pulled her up into his arms, cuddling her to his chest and pressing a kiss to her rosy cheek. He sat down on the sofa, raising his knees and resting the baby against them. He covered his eyes with his hands, hiding behind them before pulling them away and shouting “Peek a boo!”
Her face lit up and she squealed happily, laughing so hard that her pacifier fell out of her mouth. “Is that funny baby?” She tried to grab Michael’s hands and push them up to his face, as a gesture for him to do it again. “Where’s my baby girl gone? Peek a boo!”
He kept the game going for a while longer, loving how every time he moved his hands away from his eyes, his baby girl’s face lit up with excitement. Until he heard his phone ring from where he had left it in the kitchen, and he thought he should answer in case it was important. He set the baby back down into her bouncer, but whilst rushing into the kitchen, he managed to trip over one of the toys left in the middle of the room. He didn’t fall onto the floor, but it was enough for bubba to notice and burst into laughter at her dad’s actions yet again.
“What do you think you’re laughing at?” He exclaimed, forgetting about his phone and crouching back down in front of her and tickling her again. “Is Daddy falling over funny? Or do you just have the giggles today?”
With a kiss to her forehead, he finally made it into the kitchen to retrieve his phone. He knew his baby girl was watching him, so before re entering the room he hid behind the door, just peeking his head around until baby girl spotted him. He heard her shriek with laughter again, bringing a smile to his own face - just like she always did. He kept popping his head around the door, every time met with the laughter that he loved so much.
“Everything is just so funny to you today, huh angel? What’s got you in such a good mood?” She reached up for him again, and he dramatically swooped her into his arms, laying on the sofa and plonking her down on his chest. “My sweet girl, I hope you’re always this happy.”
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Oh my god, Steph. Your writing hurts me in the best way. 😩 Can you do a blurb where Mikey falls for a girl while he's on tour and is convincing her that the struggle is worth it and he would be coming back for her because she's so different?
“i don’t want you to go,” you whisper solemnly, your head perched perfectly on michael’s shoulder while his calloused finger tips ran gently up and down your arm. you’d never felt more content than in this moment, aside from the nagging pain tugging on your heart.
“me either,” he hummed, and you could feel the stubble on his chin graze your forehead as he twisted his head to plant a chaste kiss on your head. “but tour’s almost done and then i’ll come back. or can come see me in sydney, maybe.”
you merely hummed, your fingers absentmindedly fiddling with one of the buttons on his flannel. you’d only know the guy a week, but things between you and michael seemed to have taken off at warped speed. you’d never felt like this around anyone really, and you didn’t dare question it and ruin yet another relationship. though you were pretty sure this was was doomed anyway.
“you okay?” michael gave you a small shake when silence overtook for longer than you realized.
“hmm? oh, yeah...” you replied, readjusting yourself on the hotel bed. michael’s bags on the floor across the room taunted you, almost entirely packed since he and his bandmates would be boarding an early flight in the morning.
“come on,” he urged. “what’s on your mind, babe?”
there was that feeling again. that awful feeling in your chest as the pet name rang though your ears. “it’s just....” you began, trailing off with a sigh before sitting up and staring at infomercial flashing across the tv screen that had been playing well after you and michael tuned out whatever you’d be watching. “it’s just...you’re leaving in a few hours. and i’m not as naive as i look, michael. i know this works. you meet hundreds of beautiful girls everyday. and you’re young. you shouldn’t be tied down to someone you’ve only known for a week,” you rambled, pulling your knees to your chest. “i don’t want to ruin this whole experience for you. this is your dream and i’m just--”
your words were halted, captured by michael’s mouth as he silenced you with a kiss. you nearly fell back on the mattress, caught off guard, but he steadied you, his hand cupping the side of your head before he rested his forehead against yours.
“listen to me, y/n,” he began. “this is my dream. this is all i’ve ever wanted to do. make music and travel the world with my best mates. i love every second of it. but you know, dreams can alter. dreams can expand and twist and morph together with other dreams. and maybe...” he stopped the kiss you again, his thumb running across your cheek. “...maybe you’re my new dream.”
Everyone knew Michael was lazy so no one was ever surprised when he didn’t get out of bed until noon or was always late to things. But little did they know it wasn’t his laziness that was keeping him. It was you. He found himself staying bed to watch you sleep your breathing moving your chest up and down fascinating him. He didn’t want to let his arms that were so tightly holding you loosen. Michael wasn’t lazy he was simply learning to admire the most beautiful things in life. You.
yass best friend!michael would be the coolest person ever cause his personality is so diverse like he looks like a punk rocker but is really a kitten gamer so like imagine going to his house and playing video games while teasing and cursing at each other and he likes to make fun of you and call you stuff like “ugly witch” but if someone dared to call you that he’d punch them in the nose like an over protective brother like “never say that about (y/n), ever. i’m the only one allowed to tease her, dickface” and he gives you the best cuddles and best pizza and even let’s you borrow his shirts sometimes that are too small for him now like gosh he’s a dream best friend
are these even considered ships? (check my blog for details!)
imagine michael taking you to the mall and he looks all punk rock with his dark hair and leather jacket plus sunglasses with black jeans and his black sneakers but he completely loses it when he sees the kittens in the pet store so he runs inside dragging you along to pet the kittens and he begs you to buy one
michael being mesmerized by your lips like okay is that a thing
yes that is defiNITELY A THING like a feel like michael would just be obsessed with your lips, constantly thinking about all the different things they could do (naughty naughty mikey) and he would love how they always seemed to be so plump and pink and the way they curved into that beautiful smile of yours when you would see him and one day you would have had a hell of a day at work so you would be sitting on a stool by the counter just going on and on and on about what a bitch this colleague of yours was and michael would just be sitting across from you with his head propped up on his hands and be smiling and nodding but in his cute little brain all he could think about was how fast your lips were moving and how completely beautiful you looked as you just went off and finally he would just stand all the way up and smush his cute little lips to yours all slow and sweet and you would just kind of push away with a furrowed brow like ‘was i talking too much?’ and he’d just giggle and blush and shake his head and be like ‘no no no i love it when you talk i love it when we kiss and hell i love all the things you do with that pretty little mouth of yours’ with a little wink and oh my god mikey you need to date ME
can you do a mike blurb where you're sick and you can't eat anything or you'll throw up bc that's me right now and I feel dead is this the work of satan
He’d probably feel really bad for you and just look at you with so much sympathy and he’d ask if maybe soup would work and you’d just shake your head and he’d tell you that you need to eat something because you can’t just not eat and you’d whine and complain about how you just can’t because if you eat something you’ll just throw it back up and he’d probably get so annoyed and he’d call his mom and he’d be lie “mom, she’s sick and can’t keep anything down help” and his mom would laugh and be like “oh michael, why don’t you just call the doctor and take her in” and he’d just give up and google it and he’d come over to you with his laptop or phone and be like “it says here” and he’d start reading you facts and he’d make you drink water and cry to eat crackers or toast and he’d beg you to just try it so you could feel better and he’d take your temperature and make sure that you had everything you needed and if you didn’t feel better or something he’d probably end up taking you to the doctor because he’s start getting really worried about you and stuff
lets imagine mikey as a fCKIN STRIPPER OKay so for just any random people he would so do his job half-assed and get dirty looks and then he'd see this one girl and he would be all over her and he would give her his number and they would go out to lunch one day and then yaaaass i need a stripper!michael oneshot
