#michaelinteraction

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It was as if they were falling back to where they had left off - just like riding a bike - everything falls into place once you start riding it out. Noah had been bugging him and posing uncomfortable questions the past few days and Michael had no clear answer for his son. It all depends on Jenna, he had insisted. It all depends on her. And with the teasing lilt lacing her tone, her playful pointed looks and the casual banter between them... Michael could not help but feel hope bloom in his chest. The kind where he wished it could manifest into reality instead of just remaining in his head and daydreams.

He chuckled when she mentioned about the pasta tap. "Well, we had that eons ago so welcome aboard, Miss Rogers!" The moment she raised her voice about the butter and the eggs, Michael whirled around and feigned a frown at her while holding the very items she mentioned. "Woah, mama! Woah! I know what I am doing, mmmkay?" Noah raised his brows at the mention of Jenna's old nickname and shot his dad a look. "Let me get that," Noah said, fingers beckoning at Michael before he physically removed them and placed those at the counter. "You wanna make those cookies today, Jenna?" Noah asked, leaning his elbows on the counter with his gaze bouncing between Michael putting things away and Jenna leaning on the counter near him. "That means we need to pre-heat the oven right, Pops?"

Michael made a face before nodding and pointed at the oven behind him. " Well then get on it, mister." He placed the rest of the ingredients she might need for the cookies and even some vegetables and other items to kickstart cooking lunch. By now the counter was looking like a mini pantry. "Listen... I thought since you wanna make the cookies, Noah can help you with it hhmmm? I'll make lunch huge enough to have it for dinner still. Sounds about good? All this takeout food makes my stomach go funny."

The spare key had been there purely for Noah, Jenna would never forget the one time she'd come home and he was sitting out the front of her place, it was raining and luckily she had a ledge that he could sit on and not be wet but from then, she kept a spare key under the pot plant on the right of her front door for him. "Why don't you just tell the whole neighbourhood!" She replied, shaking her head as she slowly joined them in the kitchen, reaching for the counter to steady herself. Getting used to walked again was hard and her leg with the slight fracture ached but the longer she put it off the longer it would take to fix. "Turtle pace huh? I'll remember that.." She promised, tapping her forehead, watching as the teenage rolled his eyes with a grin.

Luckily, from the look of the bag Michael had brought, Jenna's fridge was mostly empty so there was a lot of space for the new groceries. "Uh yeah sure, I'll get my personal chef right on it!" She teased, leaning back against the counter, "Come on, I can stand long enough to cook something! I only burned pasta once in the whole four years we were together." Jenna felt like the defense of her cooking abilities was needed, she had grown quite a bit in the two years since they'd split. "I even have a pasta tap now!" She'd never had one in her new york brownstone and barely used the one at Michaels when she did manage to cook. "Ohhh don't put the butter or eggs in the fridge, they need to be room temp for the cookies!"

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based on here

she was the one person he’d truly cared for. someone who’d challenged the ideas he’d grown up with - primarily that love didn’t exist, and relationships were purely to benefit you in some way. it was about using someone to help get what you want, not about feeling. until he’d met her - and suddenly he began to realise you could truly care for someone and have that be more than enough reason to be with someone. that was until she left out of the blue. he’d slipped right back into his old thoughts, her exit seemingly convincing him that love didn’t exist. all of which meant she was the last person he expected on his doorstep years later. “what do you want?” the tone cold and bored - though void of anger, which he thought was more than she deserved. 

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A closed starter for @multxfacies

Michael hated the morning bustle especially in tight spaces. The cafe they frequented for breakfast during alternate weekends was packed to the brim, so they had to stand in the queue to get a table and Noah was getting impatient by his side. This young man was the reason why they're out here in the morning sun and not in the comfort of their own home. Luckily the teenager was still distracted by the mobile game he was obsessed with. Michael peered at his son's screen for a moment, brows furrowing as he watched a tiny avatar wearing ridiculous over-the-top armour, running around a landscape. He wasn't the type to play video games when he was younger, still he tried to be understanding.

Then he became distracted with the commotion in the cafe - a couple's infant had made a mess and they were not handling it well. "Dad." Michael perked up, tearing his gaze away to address his son. "Isn't that Aunt Kiara?" Upon hearing her name, Michael's blood ran cold. He had never been on best terms with her since Mary passed away. And he can't seem to fathom why she was constantly agitated by his presence. "Kiara! Hey!" he called out to the woman despite every single voice in his head told him not to. An easy smile had carved onto his features although he was bracing for her contempt.

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“ i’m not gonna ask if ‘you’re okay’ cause that’s fuckin’ annoying. you wanna get the hell out of here and do something? ” (from ramona to michael) :))

Michael chuckled at her suggestion, shaking his head. There was a subtle hint of chaos in her tone and somehow he welcomed it. " Are you planning to keep it as a surprise or do you actually plan to tell me, hhmmm?"

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“Did you?” Michael shot back, arms akimbo. He wasn’t so sure if this was called for. “Jillian, why did you even think you have ever let me down?”

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Jillian let out a short sigh as she shook her head, “I’m sorry that I let you down.”

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closed starter for @somebrokenfate​

somewhere around the five minute mark after his friend excused herself to go and get them drinks, he turned to the person his friend had also invite over, a less than impressed look on his face when it clicked what was happening. “so... do you think we should be offended she thinks we’re sad enough that we need to be set-up?”

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𝓒𝓛𝓞𝓢𝓔𝓓 𝓕𝓞𝓡: @consumedbeing​

𝓑𝓐𝓢𝓔𝓓𝓞𝓝: here

“who doesn’t own at least one suit?” the words tinged with confusion. he could accept some people didn’t wear them as often he did, he had always assumed everyone had to own at least one. “the better question is why are you asking if i own a suit? i’m guessing it wasn’t some burning question you needed the answer to. so come on... why do i need to have a suit?”

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“if you’re waiting for him to come back... you’ll be stuck there for the rest of your life.” he spoke once he got close enough to the person who’d been his friend’s date, handing them one of the drinks he’d grabbed off a tray. “it’s what they do, bring someone they think their parents will approve of - and then find someone they think is more interesting to be around once they’re here. you could leave but... there’s good food about, and that can be hard to say no to.” 

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Elena chuckled at his question and passed it over to the other, giving him a nod. “Yeah, just think of it like a cigarette basically.” She wasn’t sure how she ended up in the tub but she would rather much be in here rather than the crowd of people in the mail hall of the mansion. It was a crazy party and she needed a little bit of an escape in this fancy ass bathroom. There was no one really around and she thought that a drink as well as stealing a hookah would be the best place to just relax. She definitely missed the rebellious life she led but only for the excitement it brought her and not the stress it came with. “Tell me, what’s probably the craziest thing you’ve done? You know, before having your kids.”

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A cigarette... Michael eyed the pipe and gave it a sniff. It did smell sweet although the whole notion of smoking made him uneasy. Still, he remembered his promise to Noah. So Michael leaned forward and took a puff. Immediately he started to cough, unable to handle the burning sensation in his throat and lungs. “Jesus fuc-” he coughed again before shooting Elena a look. He handed the pipe back to her, eyeing it as if it was the most dangerous thing alive. That was certainly embarrassing but it was inevitable to not look lame now. When she spoke, Michael had to think about it for a moment, still coughing. He was definitely a goody-two-shoes who was barely in trouble. “Craziest thing?” he repeated as the gears of his mind worked. "Does skinny dipping in a lake during winter, crazy?" he was genuinely uncertain, chuckling nervously. That was a fond memory he had with his late wife. "I froze my balls off. Not something I want to do again." His laughter quietened down as he sipped his drink. This bathtub is weirdly comfortable. "What about you?"

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plot: here

michael had been trying to help, gather up the belongings that had fallen from their bag, yet when he reached for their license - he felt a coldness wash over him. it was certainly their picture, none of the other information matched what he’d been told however. then he noticed some of his own possessions, straightening up to glare over at them, a coldness in his voice that had never been directed their way before. “care to explain?”

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Michael tag dump

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Closed starter for @wxrwounds

Shock almost paralysed his huge frame when the call came. When they ended things, Michael was much more upset than he predicted. Granted the blonde woman was becoming distant as they went along but he'd thought the next person he dated after the passing wife would actually stick. Still, Michael trudged into the hospital ward with the nurse who had called him, leading him to his destination. Michael still confused as to why he's there. He hadn't seen her for two years, why was he Jenna Rogers' emergency contact? His dark hues searched for her name along the corridor until he spotted it. A few nurses passed him by, craning their necks to take a good look at him. "She's through here, sir." Michael braced himself, nodding at the nurse. He muttered a soft thank you before pushing the door open. There she was, sitting on the hospital bed. "Jenna?" he called out. "What happened to you?"

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Mira was trying her best to relax, sipping her drink once it arrived and letting her shoulders fall loose. It could go terribly, yes, but there was no use getting herself worked up over something that hadn’t happened yet. Her eyes moved around the room a few times, returning to her phone where she checked her work emails quickly, however when she felt a presence approaching the table, she looked up to see an all too familiar face. 

“Michael?” Mira’s breath caught in her throat, her brow furrowing as she stared at him, wondering for a moment if he happened to be in the same place as her just by chance. But when his hand motioned towards the cardigan, towards the signal to her blind date, it all fell into place. “So… You’re my blind date, hm?” she asked, trying not to let that tension return to her shoulders as she silently wondered whether Fiona knew about her history with Michael. This was utterly ridiculous, however she wasn’t about to be rude despite how things went with them, instead motioning to the seat opposite her. “I only just ordered this drink so I’m not about to leave. Might as well join me.” Although she was still hurt by him leaving her for his ex-girlfriend, it was twenty years ago at least. She wasn’t about to behave like a spoilt brat. 

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Still rather shell-shocked, Michael dumbly nodded at Mira when she confirmed that he was her blind date. She still looked ethereal, beautiful even though age had caught up with them both. Mira remained a beauty to look at despite all the years. Guilt nipped at him incessantly as he sat down. Granted they were just teenagers then, but what he did to Mira was still unacceptable. Michael cleared his throat as a server came to take his order. There was no way he can do this sober. Vodka was the answer instead of his usual bourbon. “I’m guessing our friends had no idea we knew one another,” he remarked with his insides squirming. 

When the server went away, Michael’s shoulder blades were tensed. “So... erm.. how have you been hhmm?” he started, unsure whether Mira would bite or act nonchalant. He tried his best not to look pointedly at her even though his typical male brain wanted to. “How long has it been? 20 years? 25? Shit. It honestly didn’t feel that long since I saw you at the high school graduation.” Okay, Michael. Shut up. He interlocked his fingers and twiddled his thumbs. All of a sudden, Michael, a man in his forties was a teenage boy all over again. 

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Noah spoke to him about it, his teenage son reminding him (the grownup) that he needed to take care of himself too and that meant emotionally. "You tend to give too much and then you have no idea what you're left with, Pops." But things with Jenna fell back to where they were (when things were really good) so... easily. It was as if the two years apart were erased from existence. He had wanted to be there when she probably needed assistance moving around the moment she opened her eyes but Noah had reminded his place. They weren't back together. He wasn't anything to her... just an ex who still had feelings.... feelings he was sure that might get in the way soon enough. Michael carried the bags of groceries from the car, frowning at his son when he scoured for something. When the boy retrieved a spare key, Michael clicked his tongue. "Jenna, for god's sake. You need to stop putting spare keys outside," he called out, shooting a displeased look at his son. "Come to the kitchen!" Noah shouted before adding, "As slowly as you can! We don't mind the turtle pace."

"All right..." Michael uttered, opening up her fridge to put in the groceries he had bought for her. He glanced up, briefly smiling at the blonde when she appeared in the area. "Now, I know I am basically putting the whole grocery store here but..." he chuckled lightly. "You're not going to operate the stove or the oven without supervision, young lady. You hear me?" he feigned a scolding tone before breaking into laughter.

It wasnt long before Jenna was discharged, the ride back to her new place was mostly silent apart from Noah directing Michael where to turn, Jenna was silent in the back seat just wanting her head to stop pounding and to be in her comfy bed once more. Getting back into the house was another thing, luckily the clicker for her garage still worked and she was helped into the house easily and after promising to stay in bed and sleep, she was finally alone. It was then that it dawned on her, being in the familiar sights and smells of home just exactly what had happened. Of course she cried a little, before eventually falling asleep and waking up the next morning feeling a little better about her situation.

Sending a quick message to Michael, wanting to know if he was still coming over like was promised the night before, she asked for the things she’d need to supervise the cookie making before reaching for her crutches to make her way to the bathroom. Shower alone was going to be a chore, especially with the bandages around her leg but she would persevere for clean hair and smelling fresh. After a little too long in the shower, she’d managed a new pair of sweats and a comfy shirt before she heard the front door being opened. “Are you breaking in or did you remember where the spare key was?” She called out, slowly making her way from the bedroom out into the living area and only now realising that she’d never actually decorated the house much, the formal dining area still had boxes from when she’d moved in but the one thing Jenna made sure of was that on her fridge, there was a photo of the three of them, Michael, Noah and herself from a few years ago, it was something she couldn’t not have up in her house. They were a massive part of who she was, even if it hadn’t worked out.

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There was an unsettled feeling in his chest – the way they were talking and acting despite their absence in each other’s lives for several years – how surprisingly easy it was to slip back into the past. The mention of her new kitchen grounded him to reality and Michael nodded. “There is no way you’re standing and busying yourself around the kitchen with the cookies. I am in charge and you’re allowed to supervise me,” he chuckled. A warm swell blossomed in his chest when Noah hugged Jenna, bantering with her as if no time had gone by.

“Oh come on! Even if you’re dressed in a trash bag, you’d still be the hottest one out of the three of us,” Noah assured Jenna playfully before snickering at his own joke. “Between you and me, we both know my dad is never going to win any fashion catwalk.” That statement earned Noah another playful smack on his arms. “He still can’t take a joke,” the teen laughed, ignoring Michael’s protests and feigned threatening look. “I think enough of the frosty weather and trying to be romantic with cocoa,” Noah suggested as he went around to the back of Jenna’s wheelchair. Michael nodded, agreeing with his son although he did shoot him a glare.  

At Michael's words, Jenna almost wanted to reach out, to take his hand in hers and nod. She wanted to make cookies together together after all these years, it probably would feel funny to be in a kitchen with him. "I think if i'm making cookies anytime soon, I might need some help... and my new kitchen is big enough for the both of us." She said with a soft smile, a cold breeze blowing through them, making Jenna shiver but not because she was cold, it was from all the old memories of them together, in the kitchen laughing and just being happy together.

However, she was pulled out of reminiscing when she heard a familiar voice. Shaking her head with a laugh on her lips, Jenna wrapped her arms around Noah as soon as she could. She loved this kid, even if he was such a troublemaker. "Yeah, Think I scared myself a little too." She admitted, shaking her head again as he stole his father's drink but she laughed at his compliment and the ensuing bickle between the pair. "Actually, I think I look more like you when you're at home." She said, referring to the comically big clothing on her that was exactly how Noah had been dressed when he'd come to visit her one weekend. "I know, I miss you too kid." it was said in the most heartfelt way and with the softest smile, despite all their faults and the breakup, she'd never wanted to hurt Noah in anyway.

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Even at this state of hers, Jenna seemed to radiate a soft glow of genuine positivity. Michael had missed that – with everything that was going on in his life, she always seemed to hold her ground and yet have the ability to push him to be better, to see things with a fresh perspective. “Yeah… I do,” he replied, nodding at Jenna with a soft smile. “When you’re all better, we’ll bake those cookies tog-“ he stopped himself, knowing the next word meant that it would be a promise. Would she even be willing after all those times he had let her down? At the mention of Noah, Michael’s brows furrowed, trying to remember. "Perhaps he did your new apartment but uh..." he tapped a finger to his temple, "... I might have forgotten, I'm sorry, Jen."

“Noah and I can come over with food and check in on you once we settle you at your home tomorrow hopefully?” Michael suggested. He knew how much Jenna valued her independence and judging from the frown and distanced gaze of hers, she must be thinking of her car – or rather the lack of it. “Heeeyy! I thought you guys would be inside and not out here drinking coca like a couple of boomers,” Noah teased as he approached them. He wore a huge smile once his gaze landed on Jenna. “Hey you,” he said softly, bending slightly to give Jenna a hug. “You gave me and pops a scare last night.” When he pulled away Noah eyed the blonde before plucking out Michael’s cocoa cup and drank from it. “But I must say even when you’re on a wheelchair, you’re still a knockout.” And that statement earned him a smack at the top of his arm. “Noah, for god’s sake. Some respect. Jenna isn’t one of your pals in school.” The teenager rubbed his arm as if Michael had hit him hard. “You see? This is what he’s like when you’re not around anymore,” Noah feigned disappointment, inching towards Jenna. “You’re thoroughly missed.”

Even though he tried to hide it, Jenna could see the hurt across his face and she knew the pain. She’d never compare her life to his but she’d been there when her own father had passed and it never got easier, you just learn to deal with the pain more. “You know deep down he appreciates everything you do for him right.” Of course he had to know, if there was anything about the community around Michael, Jenna knew they all appreciated everything he did for anyone. Herself included even if it was years later. Her smile softened at the question or rather offer. “I would love too! I’d need to bring those cookies that he loves but I’ll be there.” She’d make time for him, he reminded her of her own father in so many ways and if she could do a small thing like a visit to bring a smile to Michael’s fathers face, she’d do it in a heart beat.

“Oh god…” Jen groaned, throwing her head back a little more dramatically than originally planned, she wanted nothing more than her own bed and shower, to smell like herself again and not the generic brand soaps. “That sounds like I’ll be sleeping in my own bed soon…” Jen cut herself off, mind immediately going to her car that was probably totalled now. How was she going to get home? There was no way she could ask Michael to take her, not that he would know her new address and if her car was written off and there were no keys, how was she going to get inside? Her mind trailed off for a second before her attention was caught by his eyes staring into hers. She missed this, the warmth and familiarity in his eyes was comforting and she felt herself getting lost in them before being pulled back into the conversation. “Oh uh… no, I thought Noah told you, I got a new place a while back. It’s way too much for just me but it’s new and nice and has little to no stairs, there’s some leading up the front garden but the driveway goes straight into the garage… which I have no use for now…” she looked back down at her coca cup, how was she going to get a new car, when would she have time.