#michemil
- Emil wearing a full tuxedo on his wedding
- and Michele low-key dying because he didn’t expect that
- Emil and Michele’s grandmas fighting over which one should make the wedding cake
- Emil’s dog being the ring bearer just because
- Michele feeling guilty because Emil wanted a small private wedding, but Michele’s parents insisted on this huge giant pompous posh thing
- Emil specifically asking the band to rickroll everyone during his and Michele’s first dance
- Emil very skilfully tackling down an uninvited reporter who tries to harass them
- Michele being all stressed out about it repeating how their wedding was just ruined
- While Emil just laughs and takes it as a wedding adventure and a fun story to tell his friends in a pub in the future
- Emil getting drunk
- Emil getting really, really drunk
- Emil talking to the ice sculpture for good twenty minutes before Michele finds him and makes him chug a bucket of water
- Mila slapping Emil’s younger brother so hard he flies over the room because he talked inappropriately to Sara (and Michele being very appreciative of Sara’s girlfriend doing his former job just right)
- Michele and Emil ending up just curled up in the corner on a little sofa, Emil on Michele’s lap just babbling random compliments and Michele playing with his hair with a soft smile because he’s so in love
This has been your daily dose of Emimike, have a nice day!
Yes.
Warm up fluff - EmiMike
“Shh,” Emil giggled between kisses, his finger sneaking up to his lips.
Michele bit back a laugh and reached for Emil’s wrist, holding his hand in place as he pressed his lips to the tip of Emil’s finger, dotting little kisses down each knuckle before he moved his hand out of the way and kissed him firmly once more.
“We’re going to get caught,” Emil warned, though his airy tone would lead one to believe he didn’t mind in the slightest.
“I don’t care,” Michele replied, nipping at his lower lip, his hand releasing Emil’s in favor of twisting his fingers in the other’s unruly hair.
They kissed again, smooth, warm lips gliding sweetly before one of them - it was hard to tell who - deepened the kiss, eliciting more breathless giggles.
Emil pulled back, albeit reluctantly. “You used to care,” he said, face serious, but his lips twitched as though he was holding back more bubbly laughter.
“Well,” Michele breathed, gently bumping their foreheads. His mouth was hovering just over Emil’s, their lips brushing as he spoke. “I don’t anymore.”
Ah~ I missed writing fluff for these two~
Time to update the Daily Dose of Fluff
emil: mickey, guess what?
michele:what
emil:youmeme the world to me
michele:
emil::)