imagine Michael getting kind of thicc™️ after moving in with mama mead. like at the murder house he pretty much subsisted on poptarts and koolaid because ghosts can’t use stoves, but ms mead can Cook and that boy eats good for the first time since Constance and it shows. squishy lil cheeks, soft arms, thick thighs, lil tummy that peeks out from his shirt when he stretches. adorable.

thelangdoncooperative:

That boy already has a tummy! I love it

Okay but can you imagine comforting Michael after Tate screams at him or when Ben says that he couldn’t be helped?? Those poor tears, his swollen eyes begging you to not leave like everyone else, you kissing his face and head, “don’t listen to them baby. You don’t know what’s going on, so how could anyone else?”💔💔💔

thelangdoncooperative:

You hold him close to you, bringing his face to rest on your chest, “you’re a good boy. You’re just finding your way but I’ll help you. No crying. Life is too short for such sorrows”

Younger Michael being a little self conscious about his tummy so you tie him up and drip wax down his chest and stomach and you’re praising him the whole time telling him how good he looks with it and afterwards he really loves how the wax leaves light red marks across his tummy and he’ll try to hide it but you catch him admiring them in the mirror and it just makes you so happy and it boosts his confidence -newly found wax anon

thelangdoncooperative:

(thicc™️ Michael anon) Michael gets all flustered whenever you squeeze his hips or give him lil tummy kisses because he thinks you’re teasing him but really you’re just loving how adorable and cute he is, and one time you’re hugging him and pinch his hip and he mumbles “I know, I’m sorry, I’m working on it” and your heart just b r e a k s because all this time your sweetheart thought you didn’t like how he looked when no??? he’s an angel???

thelangdoncooperative:

“If you change one thing, even one, I’ll be devastated” you mumble against his skin as you continue loving on him.