So, someone said I should let my stories I have for myself be shared, so here we are, which means these are like different scenes I picture with the people here, I don't know, read it.
( So, Yall finna see a whole new ass, Michael. He fine asl and I am at a loss for words is how fine he is. SMUT, NUDITY, AND MORE SMUT AHEAD! Now I done said warning.)
y/n aesthetic
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Michael's aesthetic
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Michael had finally made it home. He had spent the whole of the year on lockdown in Los Angeles. He was happy to go back to New Orleans to see his beautiful wife.
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Seeing as Michael didn't have anything to do for a while, he made sure to make it home and not go anywhere for a while. They say home is where the heart is, and his heart was in New Orleans, and that is his home. You could not convince him of anything else.
Y/n was excited to see Michael, seeing as he's been gone since their anniversary in March. She was fine they were on lockdown, but not so much with the fact they weren't on lockdown together. She wanted to do something special for Michael since they missed their anniversary together. Although gifts were given to each other, they weren't together. Michael had told her that he just wanted to be with her when he got home, and food didn't sound like a bad idea. So she decided to make some homemade meatloaf, homemade mashed potatoes with gravy, macaroni and cheese, and some french style green beans. For dessert, she made her great-great-great granny's buttermilk pie. (P.S.A. If yall don't know what that is, I feel sorry for you. you missin out.)
