Short Stories -

Genre; Fluff

Ship; Expensive Headphones (Michael x Rich)

Context; Rich in some way, shape or form stealing Michaels hoodie

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Rich; Michael

Michael;

Rich; Micaaah

Michael; Yes Rich?

Rich; Your hoodie smells really fucking good.

Michael; oH THAT'S WHERE IT WEN-

Michael; *sees Rich absolutely drowning in his hoodie*

Michael; holy shit, you precious little bean, c'mere.

Rich; *smiles and giggles, pouncing on Michael*

Michael; *laughs and holds Rich*

Michael; you look adorable

Rich; I know ùwú

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Rich; *bursts through Michael's door, sending Michael flying off his bed*

Rich; miCHAEL I'M COLD, WARM ME!

Michael; You're cold, because all you wear is tank tops--

Rich; cudDLE ME BITCH!!

Michael; *laughs, and slips his hoodie off*

Michael; Here, you bean

Rich; I am blessed.

Rich; *takes the hoodie, and drowns in it immediately*

Michael; now go be adorable elsewhere, I have shit to do.

Rich; but.. I am shit.

Michael; .... You're no-....

Michael; .... Richard Goranski.

Rich; dONT DO WORK MICHAEL, DO ME INSTEAD--

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Rich; I'm cold, lemme inside

Michael; w h A t ?

Rich; your hoodie. Let me in your hoodie with you.

Michael; ... Okay?

Rich; *slides into Michaels hoodie with him*

Michael; *is getting tickled by Rich's floofy hair*

Michael; aaa Rich, your hair is too fluuuuffffyyyy~

Rich; no such thing, Micah.

Michael; Richy, babe, I love you greatly, but your hair is actually tickling my neck and I'm dying.

Rich; *turns around, his face immediately meeting Michaels*

Rich; Sup babe~

Michael; oh my fuck.

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Rich; Michael I stole your hoodie

Michael; .... It's on my bed?

*Rich's head pops out of the top*

Rich; >:3

Michael; wtf, you're so smol

Rich; haha, PeRkS!

Michael; you know... You rock my hoodie.

Rich; I'm literally a burrito right now

Michael; I know *kisses Rich's head*

Rich; ;'0 *blessed*