m.g.c imagines

When You're Sick

You were curled up in bed, wearing nothing but one of Michael's really long jumpers and a pair of his boxers.

You had blankets wrapped around you, but you still shivered, feeling extremely warm as well. Undeniably, you were sick.

Michael had gone out to record for the day, promising to be back with dinner at around 7:00. You buried yourself deeper into the jumper, smelling endless Michael, in the meantime.

You adored the way he smelled; a sweet mixture of honey and mint leaves, someone that followed you everywhere you went.

You coughed, and it felt like someone had poured acid down your throat, frowning at the raw, scratchy feeling of your burning throat.

You stuck a hand out of the comforters, fumbling for your phone, desperate to text the one person you needed most.

Your fingers clasped around the cool metal, and you turned it on, immediately greeted by 4 new text messages.

From: homeboi cal

hi rat. mikey told us you were feeling shitty :( get well soon ugly ily x

You rolled your eyes, unable to fight of the smile, quickly typing a reply.

To: homboi cal

i feel like shit and i wanna cuddle mikey and kiss his face and love him. fuck u guys <33

You sighed, going onto the next message.

From: breadsti- luke

hiiiii. soo mike told us u were like dying. and i was about to suggest we visit you but i don't wanna get sick. LOVIN U FROM A DISTANCE??

You burst out laughing at the little freak, typing a reply and sending.

To: breadsti- luje

LOVIN U BACK FROM A DISTANCE jk ugly rat :)

You checked the next one to see it was from Ashton.

From: father

Feel better. Keep warm. Drink lot's of water. and play video games. :-)

To: father

lmao ok

You looked at the last one, smiling to see it was from Michael.

From: gay ninja turtle

hi baby. hope you're feeling better. i'll be home in about an hour. i'm bringing foooooood :) xx

You awed, cuddling closer into the blankets as you replied, stomach twisting in either hunger or the flu.

To: gay ninja turtle

i still feel like shit, but once you mentioned you were bringing food, i was in bliss for a moment. Ash told me to play your video games, so i'm gonna attempt that. i love you more, rat

You kicked off the blankets, sitting forward to switch on the xbox and tv, grabbing a controller and leaning back against the pillows.

The game that was already in the console was- I don't know, some soccer game that Michael was addicted to- so you settled for that.

You set up the game like you often saw Michael do, and soon, who were repeatedly slamming your finger down on the 'A' button, somehow managing to keep up with the instructions.

Pretty soon, as you got the hang of it- and you started getting angrier at the little men on the television screen.

"What. What is happening. What." You said in absolute shock as the other team scored a goal.

You narrowed your eyes, sinking lower into the blankets and pillows, losing track of how long you've ben playing.

Your thumbs ached, and your eyes stung, and you kept sneezing softly into your elbow.

It was when you hiccuped a little when you sneezed, that you heard the giggle.

You glanced at the doorway, to see Michael standing in it, cheeks red from the cold, and hands hidden in his sweater.

"Baby, come cuddle," You sniffled, kicking away the blankets, relieved to see him.

"But I'm cold." He said, jutting out his bottom lip.

"And I'm hot. Doesn't change the fact that I want a cuddle," You said, reaching for him.

He grinned and strode forward, unbuttoning and sliding off his skinny jeans, and sweater.

In only his boxers and a tshirt, he climbed into bed, lazily laying on top of you, making sure he didn't hurt you.

He rested his chin just above the waistband of your boxers, looking up at you with playful green eyes, trouble flashing in them.

You quirked an eyebrow as he winked and wiggled his head underneath the XXL jumper you were wearing, giggling underneath the fabric as he peppered your belly with kisses.

The xbox game forgotten, you trailed your hands up his pale spine, as he worked his head through the neck hole of the sweater.

His face dangerously close to yours, he booped your nose.

You softly rubbed your noses together, laughing as Michaels arms snaked around your waist, quickly pressing your lips to his as he gave you a look.

"You're sick. I don't want your kisses." He huffed.

"Well, too bad," you stuck your tongue out at him, pressing your lips together as he whined about all the cooties you were giving him.

You smiled into his mouth, bring your hand up to his hair, tugging on the brightly coloured locks.

He made a small noise at the back of his throat, hand skimming over your thigh, moving up your hip and resting on your side.

Michael pulled away, breathing heavily.
You smiled, but just as you went to kiss him again, your nose itched.

You buried your face in his shoulder and sneezed, making him chuckle.

"Not tonight then," He smirked, holding you closer to him and kissing your hair, picking up the neglected controller and resuming the game.

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(edited)

*slowly but surely morphs into michael girl*

-maddie