why am i seeing supposed michael jackson âfansâ switching up on him after watching the documentary. first of all, why are you even watching that shit and engaging with that mess of a documentary when it was engineered from the start to manipulate people who donât know the actual history. netflix purposely edited, cut, rearranged, and stripped context from interviews to make him look like a bad person, and the fact that anyone is letting this override actual legal history is embarrassing. michael jackson went through one of the most aggressive criminal investigations in modern entertainment, including a five month trial in 2005 where the prosecution brought in over seventy witnesses and still failed to produce a single piece of evidence. the jury didnât hesitate. they acquitted him on every count because the case collapsed under real scrutiny. the fbi investigated him for more than ten years, monitored his phones, raided his homes, interviewed everyone around him, and found absolutely nothing. not a single illegal image. not a single witness who could substantiate wrongdoing. nothing. and netflix still refuses to mention that independent child psychologists, social workers, and trained forensic interviewers who evaluated the children involved found no indicators of abuse, that multiple families testified under oath that michael never behaved inappropriately, and that the santa barbara sheriffâs department conducted surprise inspections of neverland during the 90s and found nothing suspicious. the documentary also ignores that michaelâs bedroom had an open door policy with staff constantly entering, that he was rarely alone due to security protocols, and that his medical team, tutors, and housekeepers never reported anything concerning.
it ignores that michaelâs dermatologist and physicians documented his vitiligo and lupus, conditions that required constant treatment and made the idea of secretive, undetected abuse medically implausible it ignores that michaelâs dermatologist and physicians documented his vitiligo and lupus, conditions that required constant medical examinations, fullâbody skin evaluations, and regular specialist checkâups, meaning multiple doctors were routinely inspecting his skin and overall health in ways that would have made any hidden injuries, secretive behaviour, or undetected abusive patterns medically implausible. it ignores that michael donated over 300 million dollars to childrenâs charities, funded burn units, paid for organ transplants, and visited hospitals worldwide without cameras, something even journalists acknowledged as genuine. meanwhile, the accusers contradicted their own stories, changed timelines, made claims that were physically impossible, and had lawsuits dismissed because their narratives didnât match reality. michael never paid anyone to say he was innocent. the 1993 settlement was handled by his insurance company against his wishes, something confirmed in court documents. he never bribed a witness. he never paid for silence. he never bought loyalty. the people accusing him, on the other hand, repeatedly sought financial compensation, filed lawsuits after going bankrupt, and only ârememberedâ abuse when money became involved. the documentary also refuses to mention that both safechuck and robsonâs lawsuits were thrown out because their claims were legally impossible. safechuck said he was abused in a train station that didnât exist yet. robson testified under oath for twenty years that michael never touched him and only changed his story when he was denied a job by the estate. netflix doesnât include any of this because it destroys the narrative theyâre selling. and if you watched this documentary and suddenly donât know what to believe, youâre letting a streaming service override court transcripts, sworn testimony, fbi files, independent psychological evaluations, medical records, and decades of evidence. if a documentary is enough to shake your belief in michaelâs innocence, you were never a fan. michael jackson was investigated more intensely than any celebrity in history and came out clean every single time.
ARUGE WITH YOUR MOTHER MICHAEL WAS INNOCENT !!!!!!!! i will forever defend that man idgaf âĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄ
(18+, pwp, dangerous era) đ Ę Ę husband!michael who loves to take you outside at neverland, setting up a cute and innocent picnic on the dewy grass just for the two of you. the night sky full of bright and glimmering stars, the both of you laying down with your fingers interlocked. but little did either of you know just how much innocent romance could spiral into a sensual situation. it was like you had blinked, and suddenly michael was on top of you, lips roaming your body.
"didn't know the stars could be such a good aphrodisiac." michael murmured between kisses. "then again, i do have the privilege of getting to be alone with the most gorgeous girl in the world.. which turns me on itself." he smiled against your skin saying those last few words, the two of you giggling in unison.
"i love you, michael." you carried his face to match in position with yours, kissing him before he could even let out a single word. michael pulled away almost instantly, leaving you with a large frown plastered on your face.
"ah ah ah, pretty. didn't even let me reply now, did we?" he leaned in a bit closer, his hot breath sliding against your lips and nostrils. "i love you more, baby," he leaned even closer, your lips practically inches away from touching. "need my girl to know how much i love her, yeah? let me treat you right, gorgeous."
and he sure kept his goddamn word. he slowly pulled down both of your bottomsânot fully off, but just enough room so he could work his magic. your jean shorts lay on your ankles, as did the slacks he decided to wear. you both pulled out the "essentials" and stared longingly into each other's eyes.
"you make me the happiest man on the planet, d'ya know that?" he cleared his throat, "if i could make love to you everyday, i would. i'd take my sweet time with you each and every time, god."
you swallowed hard, bracing yourself for what was yet to come. michael placed one more elongated kiss on your lips, breaking apart to smile at you. he looked down, positioning himself right along your slick folds.
he looked back up at your gorgeous face, watching your expression as he slowly slid himself into you, deliciously filling up your walls. your sweet smile turning into furrowed brows and a whining mouth. he loved hearing your sounds, never kissing your mouth during sex, oh no. he loved to kiss other areas such as your neck, your cheekâsometimes he would even bring up your wrist just so he could leave a nice smooch.
he held a firm grip on your waist, his lips laying on your temple as he passionately and precisely pumped in and out of you. your arms wrapped around his slim back, the fabric of his shirt feeling extra soft against your fingertips. your eyes had no area of michael to look at, so your gaze fixated on the view you two shared before this moment, the beautiful sky.
"wish we could be like this all the time..shitâyour pretty pussy wrapped around me like a glove, like you were curated perfectly just for me, oh god yes." his pace of strokes increasing, sloppily and desperately groaning aloud. "fuuuck.."
your legs spread slightly more open, allowing michael to push himself deeper and further towards your core. he sped up even faster, his low groans turning into needy whines. you weren't much better either, your loud moans and squeals being shoved down michael's ear, fueling him even further to finish quickly.
michael could never last insanely long with you during romantic nights like this, but it wasn't embarrassing or disappointing. he just felt so aroused and insane about your beauty and your body, his body would just give in too fast from the pleasure.
michael's eyes began to water, a normal sign showing he was going to finish off soon. he lifted his head to stare at you once more, your pussy becoming a nervous and sensitive mess as he sped up for the last time.
"so gorgeous, so pretty. 'gonna make you a mommy one day, a stunning mommy.." he whined, his voice cracking slightly.
tears streamed down his cheeks as he pumped his cock a final time inside your pussy, coating your walls with his warm release. you came as well, your bodies almost intertwining spiritually with the mutual finish.
michael wiped his tears, kissing your lips while he pulled out slowly, your hips jerking from the sensitivity.
"you make me complete." he smiled with wet eyes, staring at your fucked-out body and expression. "i love being your husband."
god this was wayyy longer than i expected.. and sorry if it seems a bit rushed, i was trying my best to get this gem out immediately >< again, sorry for making it a bit rushed but i hope you guys enjoy! also this isn't proofread đŁ
more is coming!! i happily take requests for any era! :) (keep in my mind my reader will always be black!coded!)
one-shots:
my angel face (18+) -michael had been invited to attend the Soul Train Music awards for his recent success, and of course, he brought you, his wife, as a plus one. what you didnât know was that seeing him on that stage would get you so hot and bothered.
stuck with you -when a severe rainstorm grounds michael's private jet in London during the height of the Thriller explosion, his dedicated private secretary, you, is left frantically trying to reschedule his chaotic itinerary from their luxury hotel suite. michael, however, has other plans.
pretty boy -michael thinks heâs not as pretty as the public claims he is, but you think otherwise.
love never felt so good -to the world, heâs a king, and sometimes he feels like the crown is too heavy to wear. but when he looks at the two greatest loves of his life, he realizes that no matter how chaotic the world gets, loving you is the easiest, most natural thing heâs ever done.
off script -an interviewer tries to disrespect you, and michaelâs finally had enough
from the start -you and micheal have been by each others side since you were kids. j*seph feels like youâre in the way of the familyâs success so he gives you an ultimatum, can you and michael survive it?
writerâs note: i donât really know what this is but i couldnât just not post anything so i started writing what came to mind, trying to be as accurate as possible. i hope you like it. xo
đŻhere was something almost dangerous about the way michael loved you. not in loud dramatic shows of affection but in quiet, consuming ways that settled into every corner of his life until there was no part of him untouched by your presence. because you had been there before the fame, before the screaming crowds and impossible expectations and the endless loneliness that came with becoming michael jackson, and to him that meant something sacred.
michael views you as the only living bridge to a version of himself that wasn't a product. to him, you are the keeper of his most vulnerable memories, the sound of his real childhood laughter before the world grew loud, and this shared history creates a suffocatingly tight tether that makes him feel as though his very soul would unravel if you were to ever step out of his line of sight.
you were the only person who had stayed constant while everything else in his world shifted and disappeared, the only person who still looked at him and saw the boy from gary instead of the superstar everyone else demanded pieces from, and because of that he held onto you with an intensity that bordered on obsession, terrified somewhere deep down that if he loosened his grip for even a second the world would take you away too.
he would constantly gravitate toward you in crowded rooms without even realizing he was doing it. his hand finding the small of your back instinctively whenever someone approached you for too long, dark eyes flickering toward anyone who made you laugh a little too hard, because even after years of fame and adoration he still carried this gnawing insecurity that someone better, easier, less complicated might eventually steal your attention from him. but michaelâs jealousy was never explosive or cruel to you, it was quiet, aching, almost heartbreaking in the way it manifested. the subtle withdrawal when another man complimented you, the way his smile would tighten ever so slightly while watching you talk to someone else, the clinginess afterward when heâd suddenly insist on keeping you beside him for the rest of the evening as if proximity alone could soothe the fear clawing inside his chest.
there would be nights where the pressure of everything became too much for him and heâd disappear from everyone else entirely, retreating into silence until eventually he showed up at your door like he always did, exhausted and emotionally frayed, because no matter how overwhelming the world became you were still the one place that felt safe to him. and once he was there he would barely let go of you, resting his head against your shoulder while talking softly about things he never admitted to anyone else, his voice fragile as he confessed how exhausting it was constantly wondering who truly cared about him versus what he could give them. you became the person he clung to almost desperately during those moments, the only one capable of calming the frantic loneliness inside him, and sometimes he would look at you with this unbearably intense expression like he couldnât comprehend how someone as important as you had chosen to stay.
michael would absolutely spoil you in deeply personal ways rather than flashy ones, remembering every tiny detail you ever mentioned and treating those details like treasures because making you happy genuinely mattered more to him than almost anything else. if you casually mentioned liking a certain flower as a child, suddenly your dressing room would always have them waiting there. if you got cold easily, heâd quietly drape his jackets around your shoulders before anyone else noticed. he paid attention to you constantly, almost obsessively, because in his mind protecting your happiness became intertwined with protecting his own emotional stability.
and the protectiveness? it ran so deep it nearly consumed him sometimes. michael already distrusted most people around him because of how often heâd been used or abandoned throughout his life, but when it came to you that distrust sharpened into something fierce. he hated seeing people upset you, hated hearing anyone speak carelessly about you, and the second he sensed someone trying to take advantage of your kindness his entire demeanor shifted. normally soft-spoken and gentle, heâd suddenly become cold and unreadable in a way that unsettled people immediately, stepping closer to you protectively while making it very clear without outright saying it that you were his person and he would not tolerate anyone hurting you.
there would also be this constant underlying yearning in everything he did around you, because even with all the years youâd spent together he still craved reassurance endlessly. michael loved deeply but fear always lingered underneath it. fear of abandonment, fear of not being enough beneath the celebrity image, fear that eventually you would grow tired of carrying the emotional weight of loving someone like him. so he sought comfort in small intimate routines with you: late-night phone calls that lasted for hours because neither of you wanted to hang up, his fingers absentmindedly playing with yours while sitting beside each other in silence, the way heâd glance toward you first after finishing a performance just to see your reaction because somehow your approval mattered more than an arena full of applause.
sometimes his attachment to you became almost painfully obvious to everyone around him except himself. the way his entire mood changed depending on whether you were near him. the way he watched you when you werenât paying attention, not even trying to hide the softness in his expression. the way he unconsciously mirrored your movements, leaned toward your voice in crowded conversations, interrupted important discussions the second you entered the room because his attention shifted automatically back to you. to michael, you werenât simply someone he loved, you were the one constant thread tying him to the version of himself he trusted most, and the thought of losing you was frightening enough to make him hold onto you even tighter.
being with michael jackson in private would feel so vastly different from the version of him the world knew that sometimes it almost surprised you, because behind the carefully rehearsed smiles and dazzling stage presence was someone impossibly soft, clingy in ways he rarely allowed himself to be with anyone else, constantly seeking comfort in your touch like he needed the reassurance that you were still there beside him. the intimacy between you wouldnât be loud or overly dramatic most of the time, it would exist in quiet moments that slowly became sacred to him, moments he guarded possessively because they belonged only to the two of you.
he would absolutely be the type to linger around you constantly when you were alone together, following you from room to room under the excuse of wanting company even though the truth was much simpler: he genuinely hated being apart from you for long. if you were reading, heâd end up stretched across the couch with his head in your lap while absentmindedly tracing shapes against your wrist. if you were cooking, heâd stand behind you with his arms loosely around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder just to feel close. there was always this almost aching need for physical closeness with him, not necessarily out of passion alone but because touch reassured him in ways words sometimes couldnât.
and michael, despite all his fame and confidence onstage, would actually become incredibly vulnerable during intimate moments with you because you were one of the only people who ever saw him completely unguarded. there would be nights where the two of you stayed awake for hours talking quietly in dim lighting while he confessed fears he never admitted publicly, his voice soft and exhausted as he spoke about loneliness, pressure, childhood memories he couldnât shake. those conversations often ended with him curled close beside you, holding onto your hand almost tightly enough to hurt because he found an overwhelming amount of comfort in knowing you were listening instead of judging and leaving.
his protectiveness would become even more obvious in private. anytime you seemed upset, even over something small, his entire attention shifted immediately toward you with this intense concern that bordered on desperation. heâd pause everything just to focus on making you feel better, brushing your hair back gently while asking over and over what was wrong, unable to relax until he was sure you were okay again. it almost felt like your happiness dictated his emotional state entirely, because when you smiled he visibly softened, but when you pulled away or seemed distant he became restless and anxious almost instantly.
jealousy would still linger in subtle ways even during your softer moments together. if someone flirted with you earlier in the day, michael would suddenly become far more affectionate afterward without consciously realizing it, keeping you tucked close against his side while talking to you in that low gentle voice that only appeared when he wanted reassurance. he wasnât possessive in an aggressive way, but emotionally? completely. he needed to feel chosen by you constantly, needed reminders that after all the chaos in his life you still belonged beside him.
one of the most intimate things about your relationship would honestly be how much he trusted you with the parts of himself nobody else saw. the exhaustion after performances. the insecurity beneath the fame. the moments where he became quiet and withdrawn because the world felt too overwhelming. michael spent so much of his life feeling observed that being truly known by someone became incredibly important to him, and with you he never had to perform or pretend. sometimes he would simply sit beside you in comfortable silence for long stretches of time, fingers intertwined with yours, looking calmer than he ever did anywhere else because your presence alone grounded him.
and whenever the two of you were alone after particularly difficult days, heâd hold onto you like he was afraid the world might somehow pull you away overnight, pressing lingering kisses to your forehead or your hands while quietly murmuring how much you meant to him in that soft breathy voice of his. not because he was trying to be dramatic, but because deep down he genuinely couldnât imagine surviving another abandonment from the one person who had loved him long before fame ever touched his life.
reading (not even js fanfics, gimme a good book and iâll be satisfied)
music; michael jackson, drake (donât cancel međ) the weeknd, tyler the creator, kendrick lamar, summer walker, mariah the scientist, oldies, etc! (cant list them all bc weâll be here all dayđ),
tv shows: stranger things, arcane, tsitp, abbott elementary, js some of the ones i can name of the top of my head!
movies : michael biopic (ofc) , new edition biopic, atsv, itsv, spiderman movies, js the ones on the top of my head!
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DISLIKES ! :
racist! (we donât play ts on this acc!)
homophobia, transphobia, allat.
trump
ice
usage of ai; letting ai write ur fics
any types of bullying!
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MORE ! :
iâm rlly open to help, NICE criticism, and request, i actually love requests smm so if u have any please donât be shy, it can be a req to do something in the series im writing, or its own one shot, like plsss lmk, or js talk to me! Im always an open ear plssss dont be shy!! also, all my fics tend to be black coded, but can be used by anybody, due to the fact in fics, i dont rlly specify skin color, or any other features! liyah ouuttt!!
Summary: youâre a shy actress whoâs unsuccessful, until you got a call saying you got the role as the leading lady in Michaelâs short movie thriller. Quickly building a bond with Michael.
Your Type?
Your Type? P2
Summary: at a sleepover with Michael, he asks you nervously what your type is. You know exactly how to push his buttons so you describe exactly him, only to see how flustered heâd get.
A Boyfriend?
Summary: After Michael sneaks into your bed, you accidentally rejects him in your sleep by claiming you have a boyfriend. Once a jealous and hurt Michael wakes you for an explanation, you reassures him it was just a dream and ask him to stay.
First Kiss
Summary: Michael and you shared a sweet first kiss in the kitchen while baking cookies late at night.
Through Your Window
Summary: Michael climbing up to your window late at night with a movie
Kidding
Summary: Michael always flirts with you, this time you flirt back.
Notebooks
Summary: A selectively mute reader accidentally swaps communication notebooks with Michael during a late night walk.
Every Breath You Take
Summary: Michael loses the award song of the year to âevery breath you takeâ which leads him to ask reader to come over to analyse the song. It ends up causing Michael to realise his feelings towards her.
You Sketch Me?
summary: Reader is a artist, she draws Michael. Michael goes through her book and realises how reader views him.
Makeup Artist
summary: Reader is a makeup artist, she keep criticising her own work and Michael doesnât like it.
hi i have one question. is it true that 3 / 5 of jurors in mj's trial believed he was a predator? i see often that guilters say this a lot whenever itâs brought up that mj was acquitted
No, that is not true. There are 2 jurors who flip flopped after the verdict, who both had plotted to write books with Stacy Brown (a known tabloid whore and famous guilter who was once pro Jackson until the media dollars rolled in). Their names are Eleanor (Ellie) Cook and Ray Hultman. And yet, immediately following the unanimous verdict, they all (including Hultman and Cook) gave interviews stating they did not find evidence to conclude Jackson was guilty at all, and that they thoroughly examined everything. And btw, Stacy Brown testified and was plotting books too, because sensationalism sells more, in his words.
The DAY after the verdict, Hultman AND Cook went on anti-Jackson media outlets and backed their not guilty verdicts, citing they examined ALL evidence to reach such a conclusion.
And I quote: "We sat for at least half a day to identify the lies that the accuser had told on witness stand." <- coming directly from Hultman when he appeared on Diane Dimondâs program.
Cook stated on Howard Sternâs anti Jackson radio show and I quote: "They (prosecution witnesses) would just get so far and then it'd backfire on them.â âSo all the witnesses just blew up?â âThat's exactly how I viewed it.â
Also, Hultman and Cookâs claims of being pressured by other jurors was contradicted by the remaining 12 plus the 8 alternates.
You can watch the full jury interviews on YouTube where Cook and Hultman are singing a different tune, because money wasnât involved yet đ„Ž
Hello! I am starlightz4mj. I have been contributing to the MJ fanfic scene since February 2025. My story âSing To Me,â which I uploaded on December 9th of last year, was plagiarized across multiple works by the following account, which was created roughly two weeks ago (they were originally @/areyouhelenamarkos. They have since changed their username two more times.):
I understand this user released an official statement on their blog addressing the situation, but they omitted the major detail that there is screenshot evidence supporting these accusations.
Please! If you engage with this account or their content, I implore you to review the evidence for yourselves, because there is a substantial amount of it, rather than blindly accepting their words as they continue to deny any wrongdoing.
I identified roughly 52 instances across three separate works involving identical plot progression/development, including major plot points occurring in relatively the same sequence as mine, along with shared themes, multiple instances of identical dialogue and key details, and scenes playing out in extreme or exact likeness to how mine did:
Plagiarism In The MJ Fanfic Community Pt. 1
I will do my best to address this pressing matter that has recently been rising in the community, while also responding to some of the comments this user has made regarding the situation. If you are willing to stay and hear my side, I deeply appreciate it, and I will do my best not to take up too much of your time.
For those of you familiar with the current situation, I want to apologize for the delay in this follow-up. This whole ordeal has been very stressful for me, and I felt it was best to take some time to better assess how to proceed in raising awareness in the broader community that this type of practice is occurring.
Unfortunately, in the heat of the moment, my disbelief and distress clouded my judgment and led me to take rash and, admittedly, impractical measures that I believed were appropriate for informing others of this incident at the time. However, I made those decisions without fully understanding Tumblrâs terms and policies. This has resulted in my main account being flagged, and it is now consequently shadowbanned.
Moving forward, I will be more mindful to approach this situation with greater delicacy and level-headedness.
Now, onto addressing the account (I will keep this as quick and concise as possible.)
These are their comments under posts from both my main and this account, some of which they have deleted, and I have highlighted the parts I wanted to primarily focus on:
The main portion I want to note on this page is another huge indicator of ai-usage (aside from the abnormal and over-occurrence of em-dashes I mentioned in a previous post. This is from the fanfic on their account titled "Okay?":
They claim to use a translation tool for their writing, as English is not their first language. I have been speaking to a couple of mutual MJ writers about the current issue of plagiarism, ai-plagiarists to be exact.
One of my mutuals, who is more active on Wattpad, has noticed a lot of ai-generated fanfics popping up on the platform. They were the one to inform me that this is a common excuse used to explain strange grammar that is often attributed not to a language barrier, but to people running othersâ stories through chatgpt to rework parts of the writing before uploading it as their own.
When I first addressed this, I briskly scrolled through their page just to gauge the kind of activity and upload frequency they had. However, when I went back later to investigate further, I saw that they had about four or five fics posted. Of those, I recognized three as stolen reworks of my fanfic âSing To Me.â So, Iâve now come to realize that this user had been primarily taking from my account.
I actually want to thank them for not taking the fics down. It allowed me to get the screenshots I needed, as well as discover that another work had also been plagiarized from mine. This is not a mere coincidence of âsimilar tropes and dialogue.â I encountered numerous occurrences across their works that contained the same scenes, phrasing, plot progressions, and verbal exchanges as mine, which is a blatant display of stolen ideas.
By now, as you have taken a look at the provided link above and can recognize this situation for what it truly is, it is abundantly clear the lengths this user is willing to go to in order to maintain what are obvious lies. And they did follow through on blocking me, which raises the obvious concern that they will target another account in my place.
As I mentioned before, this has been a hot topic among mutual writers in the fandom. In fact, I went to get advice from an account on here that recently had the same thing happen to them. This creator has been active in the Tumblr MJ scene for even longer than I have, and I was greatly disheartened to learn that their work, which I deeply admire, was not the only one to have been plagiarized, but that I was already the fourth MJ account they had heard this happened to.
Not only is this a major demotivator for fanfiction authors who work hard to give you all content to enjoy, it sows distrust and skepticism in a recreational activity we, as readers and writers, use to build connections, form friendships, and create a joyful, friendly, and thriving online community.Â
If you can see how harmful this behavior is to the fandom experience, and value the time, passion, and effort writers dedicate to creating stories free of charge for all of us to indulge, then please consider helping to protect this creative space. Like, reblog, and share this message wherever you can to help raise awareness so authors can better safeguard their work against potential misuse, and readers can be better equipped to recognize plagiarism if they ever come across it.
I want to make it very clear that it is NOT okay to message or leave comments harassing this user, and I strongly advise against doing so. Simply sharing this post in any way you can is sufficient.
If youâve made it this far, I sincerely thank you for sticking around this long, and I hope that my message resonates with you.
michael jackson x f!reader ââââàšà§ââââ ⥠wc: 4.3k
synopsis: childhoodbsf!mj and reader in a hot tub... what can go wrong? (or right :D)
cw: smut, switch!michael, hot tub sex, dry humping, dirty talk, praise, tensionnn, mutual pining, michael jackson being a whimperer (surprise), creampie
based off bad!era mj but any era works (i think)
the hot tub lights cast soft blue ripples across the water, reflecting against the stone around the edge of the patio. the early summer night air brushed against your damp skin coolly in contrast to the heat of the water, while music drifted faintly from somewhere inside the house. overhead, the sky was dark and cloudless, a soft breeze moving through the otherwise still night.
michael leaned back nearby with his arms resting along the edge of the hot tub, curls damp around his face, while he watched you with obvious amusement.
âyou know,â he said casually, brushing wet curls back from his forehead, âfor somebody always talkinâ big, you scare real easy.â
you looked over immediately. âi do not.â
michael laughed softly under his breath.
youâd known michael long enough to recognize that exact look in his eyes before he even said anything else. the one that usually meant he was about to annoy you on purpose.
the two of you had been attached at the hip since childhood. your families blurred together so often growing up that half your memories included michael somewhere in the background of them â sitting beside you at family parties, showing up to your house unannounced (and vice versa), dragging you outside in the middle of summer evenings because he was bored and wanted company. somewhere along the way, physical closeness had stopped meaning much between you years ago.
hugs.
leaning against each other.
holding hands.
cuddling while watching movies.
being close to michael had never required thought.
leaves rustled softly in the night breeze.
michaelâs eyes suddenly shifted past your shoulder.
the teasing look on his face faltered, his mouth flattening slightly as his attention fixed on something behind you.
ââŠwait.â
you narrowed your eyes at that. âmichael.â
âno, seriously.â his brows furrowed now while he stared harder behind you. âwhat is that?â
you rolled your eyes.
âi hate you.â
âiâm serious,â he insisted, though the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. âright there.â
you turned your head despite yourself.
your eyes scanned once. twice. nothing.
you started turning back toward him with an unimpressed look already formingâ
michael lunged forward suddenly with both his hands toward the water behind you.
a startled squeal escaped you as you grabbed onto him on pure reflex, your arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders while you nearly climbed halfway up him in a panic.
michael burst into loud laughter. bright and boyish.
âoh my god!â you gasped out, still clutching him while he laughed harder against your shoulder. âyou are actually evil.â
âit was funny!â he argued through laughter.
âit was not funny!â
you smacked his shoulder lightly, trying not to laugh and failing miserably once his laughter got worse.
michaelâs laughter had always been contagious. it was impossible to stay mad at him for long when he was laughing like that.
âyes it was,â he grinned. âyou shouldâve seen your face.â
âyou practically climbed into my lap,â he added.
âi trusted you!â
âthatâs your own fault.â
âoh my god, shut up.â
another laugh escaped you before you could stop it.
michael pointed at you instantly.
âsee? youâre laughinâ now.â
you groaned dramatically, letting your forehead fall briefly against his shoulder while his laughter softened into quieter little giggles beneath his breath.
eventually, both your breaths started to settle.
except neither of you moved apart.
your arms still rested loosely around his shoulders. michaelâs hands still held your waist below the surface.
comfortable. normal.
well, it shouldâve felt normal.
instead, the silence that settled between you suddenly feltâŠheavy somehow.
different.
your forehead still rested lightly against michaelâs shoulder while the water moved softly around you both, rippling between your bodies.
neither of you spoke.
you could feel michael breathing now.Â
not just the movement of his chest beneath your hands, but the actual rhythm of it. slow at first, then slightly uneven when you shifted subconsciously closer.
his hands tightened around your waist. small. almost unnoticeable.
except you noticed it immediately.
your brows pulled together faintly.
slowly, you lifted your head from his shoulder.
michael was already looking at you.
the patio lights reflected faintly in his eyes while water dripped from the curls hanging around his forehead. his expression had gone strangely still now, his hands warm where they rested against your waist.
neither of you moved apart.
youâre not sure why.
usually moments like this broke naturally on their own. one of you would laugh. tease the other. splash water. say something stupid.
instead, michael just kept looking at you.
your eyes flicked down toward his mouth before you could stop yourself.
bad idea.
because the second your gaze dropped, michael noticed. his brows pinched for a fraction of a second.
then, before you could really process it, michael looked away first.
his jaw flexed.
you felt his throat move against your arm when he swallowed.
ââŠchrist,â he muttered quietly under his breath.
heat crawled slowly up your neck. you swallowed once before forcing out, âwhat?â
michael shook his head once, almost like he was trying to clear it.
ânothinâ.â
his voice sounded lower now. rougher.
the water shifted softly around you both when you adjusted yourself, your legs brushing against hisâ
michael inhaled sharply.
the sound froze you.
oh.
your heartbeat stumbled hard in your chest.
because suddenly you could feel it too.
the reaction pressed unmistakably against your thigh.
heat rushed instantly to your face.
michael went still beneath your hands.
for a second, neither of you said anything.
michael laughed quietly under his breath, though it sounded more embarrassed than amused now. one hand came up to cover his face as he looked away.
ââŠ.mâsorry,â he murmured.
your brows pulled together slightly.
of course he was apologizing. that was so michael.
when heâs struggling to keep himself composed, he still sounded more concerned about crossing a line than anything else.
you'd be lying if you said his reaction to you wasn't turning you on.
 ââŠ.donât apologize,â you breathed.
michael looked at you. his curls hung damp against his forehead now, water dripping slowly down the side of his neck while his hands stayed fixed carefully at your waist like he didnât trust himself to move them anywhere else.
he looked away again, exhaling sharply through his nose, almost like a disbelieving laugh at himself.
âjust... give me a second,â he murmured. "it'll go away."
michael took slow, controlled breaths like he was genuinely trying to calm himself down.
then before you could overthink it, the words slipped out softly.
ââŠ.do you want me to help you?â
michaelâs eyes shut briefly while a quiet breath escaped him, almost strained. unfortunately for him, the boner he'd been trying so hard to kill came back tenfold.
one of his hands slid higher instinctively along your waist before stopping there hard enough to make your pulse jump.
âiââ
he cut himself off.
his head tipped back slightly instead, exposing the long line of his throat while he stared up toward the sky for a second like he was physically trying to pull himself together.
it only made him look worse.
or better.
no definitely better.
water glided slowly down the column of his neck while his chest rose unevenly beneath your hands.
finally, michael looked back at you again. wrecked.
he swallowed once before replying quietly, âyou donât have to do anything.â
your heart hammered painfully against your ribs.
âi know,â you whispered.
âiâm asking if you want me to.â
for a second, michael just stared at you.
then slowly, his forehead dropped forward until it rested gently against your temple.Â
his eyes closed.
his lashes brushed softly against your skin.
the flush along his neck had darkened now, spreading toward his jaw while his breathing stayed uneven against you.
when he finally spoke, his voice came out rough and quiet.Â
ââŠiâm a gentleman.â
your chest tightened at the sound of it.
the words seemed to hang between you for a moment.
slowly, you lifted one hand from his shoulder, cradling his face gently until he looked at you again.
his eyes were dark now.
unfocused almost.
still trying so hard to hold himself together for you.
your thumb brushed lightly against his cheek before you leaned in just enough to press a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth.
michael inhaled sharply, head tilting instinctively to chase your lips.
then he was kissing you properly.
one hand slid up the side of your neck as he pulled you closer, the kiss hard and messy, like heâd been trying not to do this for far too long.
your noses bumped awkwardly together between breaths, both of you laughing softly into the kiss before it melted right back into something hotter.
michael bit gently at your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth.
a soft sound escaped you before you kissed him again.
his hand dragged back down your body until it settled low on your waist, fingers spreading carefully just above your ass.
careful and still hesitant. you could feel it.
your hands slid down his arms slowly until they covered his, guiding them lower.
michael broke the kiss at that.
the sound you let slip when his hands finally squeezed your ass made his head drop against yours.
âyouâre gonna kill me,â he muttered breathlessly.
you pushed your hips closer against his.
michael let out a shaky breath as your hands slid up the back of his neck, fingers catching slightly at the damp curls near his nape.
when he kissed you again, it felt almost desperate now.
like he physically couldnât stop himself for more than a few seconds at a time. his nose bumped softly against yours between kisses while his hands tightened around your body, guiding you higher on his lap beneath the bubbling water.
the pressure of his hips against yours pulled a gasp from your throat.
your fingers tightened instinctively at the base of his curls as you broke away from the kiss for air.
âmichaelââ
he kissed the corner of your mouth before you could finish saying his name, breathing hard enough now that you could feel it against your skin.
âi know, baby, i knowâ he murmured softly.
you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. he smelled like chlorine and the faint traces of his cologne, warm amber and soft florals mixing with the heat of his damp skin.
michaelâs hands guided your hips against his beneath the water, the movement slow at first before his restraint started slipping little by little.
soft sounds escaped you against his neck while michaelâs breathing turned rough near your ear, his grip tightening every time you pressed closer to him.
âbabyâŠâ he breathed, almost strained now.
the name sent warmth blooming low in your stomach.
this was the first time heâd ever called you that, and you loved the way it sounded coming from him.
his groans started mixing with the breathier moans spilling from your lips as his hands squeezed more firmly at your backside, the bubbling water sloshing harder around you both as he buried his face against your shoulder.
every slow drag of your hips only made the ache low in your stomach worse.
but it still wasnât enough.
you needed more of him.
âwant more,â you whined softly against his neck.
michaelâs hips stuttered against yours at the sound of your voice, a quiet groan escaping him.
âyeah?â he murmured breathlessly, pulling back just enough to look at you properly.Â
strands of damp hair clung messily near your cheeks while your lips looked swollen from kissing, slightly parted every time another shaky breath slipped out of you. your eyes were glossed over.
you looked completely ruined.
just for him.
âiâll give my sweet girl whatever she wants,â he said lowly, with a rasp slipping into his voice.
something about hearing him say it made your thighs press tighter around him. if michael noticed, he didn't mention it.
âanything she asks for.â he added.
âanything?â you responded in a whisper.
michaelâs eyes stayed fixated on yours for a second before he repeated it quieter this time.
âanything.â
your stomach tightened hard at the sound of that.
âwant you inside me,â you whispered sweetly, your hips pressing against his again at the thought of him giving it to you.
michael bit down on his lip, a crooked smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
you sounded so desperate for him.
and god was he just as desperate for you.
maybe worse.
even now, with your body pressed against his and his restraint hanging by a thread, he still tried to collect himself before he spoke again.
because he was a gentleman.
or at least he was trying very hard to be one.
âgo on, take what you want,â he murmured roughly.
your hands immediately reached for the waistband of his swim shorts, tugging them down enough to free his dick.
though you couldn't see much through the bubbling water, you felt him. his warmth, his thickness, his length.Â
the weight of him against your hand alone made your breath catch.
michael groaned softly under his breath, his head falling briefly against your shoulder while his hands tightened instinctively along your thighs.
you shifted carefully onto your knees to give him room while he pulled your swim bottoms aside.
the feeling of him brushing against your bare pussy made you arch into him.
âfuckâŠâ michael hissed quietly, breathing turned heavier near your ear as his hands slid lower along your thighs to steady you.
your face buried closer into the crook of his neck while another broken sound escaped you.
âmichaelâŠâ your voice cracked softly.
the slow push of his tip alone already had your head spinning. he barely gave you room to breathe.
âfuuck, baby,â he groaned into your shoulder, dragging the words out low and strained. âyouâre so fucking tight.â
you nuzzled closer into his neck with a shaky whimper.
âsâtoo big, michaelâŠâ you hiccuped softly.
you were ruining him.
the way your voice broke at just the tip being inside you was doing something dangerous to his self-control.
âshh, itâs okay, baby,â he murmured gently, one hand stroking your damp hair.
his other hand slid lower against your thigh before tightening carefully at your hip.
"tell me if it hurts," he murmured, lips brushing softly against your temple.
then he started easing you down onto him properly.
slow.
your mouth dropped open at the stretch as he lowered you inch by inch, his grip firm enough to guide you while still giving you time to adjust. every small movement made another uneven breath leave your lips.
the heat of the water around you only made everything feel more overwhelming. his cock felt impossibly warm inside you, thick enough that each inch made your body tense before slowly relaxing around him.
michaelâs forehead pressed against yours as he watched every reaction on your face.
âthatâs it,â he whispered hoarsely. âdoinâ so good for me.â
another inch.
your fingers tightened against his shoulders, a soft moan escaping before you could stop it.
his own breathing was wrecked, rough against your skin while his hands trembled slightly where they held you.
like he was using every bit of control he had not to lose patience and pull you down all at once.
instead, he kept guiding you carefully.
letting you feel every inch.
the stretch burned for a second before melting into warmth, your body slowly yielding around him while soft broken whimpers left your throat.
âfuck,â michael groaned quietly, eyes squeezing shut for a second. âyou feel so fucking good.â
you buried your face deeper into his neck as another wave of fullness hit you.
then finally your hips settled flush against his.
both of you gasped at the same time.
michaelâs head fell back against the edge of the tub with a low groan while his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks.
âholy shitâŠâ he breathed.
you could barely think.
he felt everywhere. warm and deep and overwhelming, filling you so completely that all you could do was sit there for a second trying to breathe through it.
his hands softened again, thumbs rubbing slow circles against your hips.
âyou okay?â he asked quietly, though his voice still sounded wrecked.
you nodded weakly against him.
âmhmâŠâ
a small smile pulled at michaelâs lips before he kissed the side of your head gently.
âgood girl.â
you almost sobbed at the praise. his voice alone could make you cum.
michael stayed there for a second, just holding you against him while both of you tried to recover from the feeling.
his chest rose against yours, shaky breaths fanning across your skin while his hands stayed fixed carefully at your hips like he still couldnât believe this was real.
then slowly, he rolled his hips upward once.
the movement was shallow.
experimental.
but the drag of him inside you still pulled a broken moan straight from your throat.
michael actually whimpered at that, the sound muffled against your skin, before a strained groan followed right after.
âfuckâŠâ
his grip tightened.
âthat okay?â he asked quietly, his own voice already sounding completely gone.
you nodded quickly before heâd even fully finished asking.
âplease,â you whispered.
his mouth crashed against yours again while his hips rolled into you harder this time, deeper, the movement making the water slosh violently around both of you until it spilled over the edge of the hot tub, soaking the concrete.
your fingers tangled tighter into the damp curls at the back of his neck as he kept rocking you against him slowly, every thrust deep enough to make your stomach tighten.
he couldnât seem to stop kissing you between breaths.
messy kisses.
desperate ones.
little broken sounds slipping from his mouth every single time you clenched around him.
âyou feel so fucking good,â he breathed shakily. âchrist, babyâŠâ
his restraint kept slipping in pieces.
each movement growing rougher than the last, your body meeting his like you both couldn't stop chasing the feeling.
you moaned again. soft and breathless right against his mouth.
âyeah?â he rasped. âthat feel good?â
you could barely answer â or could barely hear him, to be honest.
the way he was making you feel left your head completely fuzzy. every deep drag of him inside you made your thoughts melt together until all you could focus on was him.
when you didnât respond, he tugged you down harder onto him.
a high moan tore from your throat instantly. a sound you wouldâve never thought youâd be capable of making.Â
and if michael wasnât fucking you so good, you probably wouldâve been embarrassed by it.Â
he pulled back just enough to look at your face, watching your expression.
âtell me.â
it didn't sound demanding.
if anything, it sounded like something he needed to hear.
ây-yesââ you gasped helplessly. âyes, yes, feels so goodââ
he leaned closer to your neck and started kissing, sucking, biting, leaving marks all over your neck.Â
michael cursed softly under his breath at the feeling of you clenching around him.
âshit, baby⊠youâre squeezinâ me so tight.â
all you could do was moan as he dragged your hips down onto him through another deep thrust that made your entire body jolt.
the praise only made the heat low in your stomach tighten harder.
another soft whine slipped from your throat before you could stop it, your face burying deeper into his neck out of instinct.
michael groaned at the sound.
âthose sexy fucking soundsâŠâ
his hips rolled up into yours again, harder this time, and your grip on him tightened hard enough to sting.
one of his hands slid up your body, long slender fingers brushing teasingly against your chest before nudging your swimsuit top up just enough for your breasts to spill out. the cooler night air nipping at your damp skin.
"so perfect." he breathed.
he leaned in, his mouth closing around your left nipple with a slow, warm suck that pulled a breath from your lungs. at the same time, the knuckles of his other hand dragged against your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breasts, teasing every inch of sensitive skin on the way up. he cupped your breast, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between his fingers in time with the slow pull of his mouth.
every suck, every soft bite, every flick of his tongue had your body arching into him.
you couldnât hold the sounds back anymore.
every thrust of his hips pulled another sound out of you.
little whimpers.
broken moans.
breathy gasps right against his ear.
âfuck,â he groaned softly into your skin, almost dazed. âkeep makinâ those sounds for me, baby.â
you couldnât stop even if you wanted to.Â
his mouth shifted to your other breast with a worn groan while his hand slipped lower between your bodies.
the second his thumb brushed against your clit, your entire body jerked in his arms.
âoh my godââ
the cry that left you was loud enough to echo slightly off the stone around the hot tub.
âmm, that it?â he rasped, thumb circling you again with shaky desperation. âthat what you needed, baby?â
you nodded helplessly against him, barely able to breathe properly now.
the feeling of him thrusting up into you while his thumb rubbed slow, messy circles against your clit was too much all at once.
your thighs started trembling around his waist.
âmichael, please.â
âi know,â he breathed quickly. âi got you. i got you.â
he kept thrusting into you deep and slow, but the rhythm was getting sloppier every second. like he physically couldnât focus anymore with the way you kept whining against him.
âfuckâŠâ he groaned softly. âyouâre so sensitive.â
another moan tore out of you when his thumb pressed a little harder.
every little movement pulled another noise from your throat.
your eyes kept fluttering closed from the overwhelming sensation while michael watched your face completely unravel for him, his own expression looking just as gone.
âlook at me, baby. câmon,â he breathed softly.
your eyes fluttered back toward him.
the second michael saw the tears gathering along your lashes from how overwhelming everything felt, something in him completely snapped.
âfuckââ
his forehead dropped against yours with a groan so deep it almost sounded painful.
his thrusts lost what little rhythm they had left after that.
harder now.
messier.
his hands gripping your hips almost desperately while he kept kissing you between breaths like he couldnât get enough.
âclose?â he rasped against your mouth.
all you could do was nod frantically.
your fingers clutched desperately at his shoulders as another wave hit you.
it was too much.
his mouth on your neck.
his thumb rubbing against you perfectly.
the way he kept filling you so deep every time his hips snapped upward.
your thighs started shaking hard around his waist.
âi-iâm gonnaââ
âlemme feel it, baby,â michael interrupted, voice breaking. he sounded completely gone. "please..."
a soft curse slipped from him the second your body tightened around him.
âthatâs it,â he groaned. âgood girl⊠fuck, thatâs it.â
his thumb moved faster.
messier now.
like he was getting desperate too.
the pressure finally snapped.
your whole body jolted against him with a broken cry, your face burying into his shoulder while your body tightened hard around him, nails scratching at his back.
michael groaned loudly at the feeling, his hips stuttering completely for a second.
âshitââ
your vision blurred from how overwhelming it felt, soft little sobs and moans getting caught in your throat while wave after wave kept hitting you.
michael fucked you through all of it, one arm wrapped tightly around your back while his forehead pressed against your shoulder.
âfuckâŠâ he groaned shakily. âatta girl.â
then quieter, almost like the words slipped out accidentally.
âbeen wantinâ this so bad.â
you clenched around him hard at the confession.
michael groaned hard, head tipping back against the edge of the hot tub.
his lips brushed against your jaw when he looked back at you again, expression completely wrecked.
âyou donât even realize what you do to me sometimes,â he breathed shakily.
âbeen tryinâ so hard to be good.â
another deep thrust made your breath catch.
âevery time you bend over during those stupid twister gamesâŠâ he groaned softly. âor prance around in those tiny little swimsuitsâŠâ
âhonestly so mean of you.â
another broken groan slipped from him right after, his face burying deeper into your neck like he was trying to hide there.
little strained sounds kept leaving him every few seconds while his hips lost what little rhythm they had left.
âcanâtââ he choked out softly. âfuck, babyâŠâ
his grip tightened almost painfully at your hips before he finally buried himself deep inside you with a whine, warm spurts of cum filling you as his whole body went tense against yours.
you could feel him shaking slightly while he held you close, breathing unevenly against your skin as the water settled softly around both of you again.
the aftershocks rolled softly through both of you, fading little by little into soft tremors.
the world around you felt silent except for the sounds of bubbling water and uneven breathing.Â
slowly, you pulled back just enough to look at him properly again, your arms still resting loosely around his shoulders.
his curls were a mess.
lips swollen.
flushed all the way down his neck.
and the completely blissed-out look on his face made something warm burst in your chest.
the second michael noticed you staring, a breathless laugh slipped from him, his teeth catching briefly against his bottom lip when his grin widened.
you laughed too.
because somehow, even after all of that, the two of you still ended up the same way you always did.
im sorry but WHY THERE GOTTA BE ANOTHER DOCUMENTARY ABT THE ALLEGATIONS MAN, WHY CANT THERE EVER BE A DOC ABOUT HIS ART AND HIS PROCESS AND HOW HE CAME TO BE AND ALL OF HIS HARDSHIPS AND STRUGGLES. like omg, hes a successful black man who started his music before the civil rights movement even ended, who has went through hell and back, and the only thing companies like netflix like to talk about and focus on are the allegations.
summary: a nightmare about michael's future leaves you clinging to him in the middle of the night while he comforts you.
a/n: hiiii yâall, iâve been on tumblr for a while now but i only recently decided to start posting so this is my first time ever. blame tiktok, my fyp did NOT have to hit me with so many sad michael edits cause now i wrote this as a coping mechanism :(
the sleepovers at hayvenhurst always started by accident. one movie would turn into a film marathon and one conversation would turn into hours of talking neither of you ever wanted to end.
you and michael would cozily curl up at the ends of the his bed while rain tapped softly against the windows and the rest of the house sat in perfect silence around you.
michael would talk sleepily about music and dreams and memories while his curls fell messily into his eyes, his voice growing softer and slower the closer he got to sleep. the comfort youâd feel listening to him as you slowly drifted off beside him was the kind of peace that made you wish time would stop moving.
and maybe that was why the nightmare hurt that much.
the dream started softly, as you saw michael standing impossibly far away from you. he looked older and tired in a way you never saw the twenty-five-year-old michael laying beside you be, like the world had slowly worn him down piece by piece.
people screamed for him, but there was something peculiarly strange about their screams. it sounded wrong. it was far away from the love and admiration you'd hear whenever his fans greeted him. instead, those screams sounded like consumption. like they wanted pieces of him, wanted to take and take until there was nothing left beneath their hands. and michael, your sweet gentle michael, just kept giving, giving and giving until there was almost nothing left of him at all.
the dream shifted violently afterward. all you could see was flashes of newspaper headlines. all you could hear were cruel voices telling lies, repeating them over and over until they became louder than the truth itself. people using his softness against him and twisting his loneliness into something they could profit off of.
you saw him sitting alone in empty rooms and hiding behind dark sunglasses. you saw him surrounded by people that would eventually end up calling him names, mocking him and misunderstanding him in ways that broke your heart.
michael's once loving and alive eyes kept looking emptier and emptier, like every betrayal carved something out of him slowly over time.
he then looked directly at you. a soft, little smile appeared on his face. it was the same smile he always gave you whenever he was trying to protect you from worrying about him.
then came the feeling of loss. all you could feel was loss overwhelming your body and ripping straight through your chest, so sharp and suffocating it almost felt real. and no matter how much you'd look for him, no matter how desperately you called out for him, he wasn't there.
you woke up gasping, your heart pounding violently against your ribs. for a few seconds you genuinely did not know where you were. the dream still felt real in a way that clung to your skin, so vivid you could still feel the loneliness, the cruelty and the loss lingering inside you.
your breathing became uneven as you pushed upright fast beneath the blankets. your chest was heaving while tears burned painfully behind your eyes.
across the room, michael stirred sleepily at the sound. you pressed your hands hard against your face, trying desperately to ground yourself back in reality. michael shifted again beneath the blankets in the darkness when his sleepy voice drifted softly through the room.
ââŠheyâ
hearing his voice made your chest crack open before you could stop yourself, a shaky broken sound escaping your throat.
michael sat up immediately after that, suddenly awake. âhey, hey, what happened?â
you could not answer, because now all you could think about was michael sitting alone somewhere in the future, looking unbearably sad while the world destroyed him piece by piece.
michael reached you within seconds in the darkness. and the second his hands touched your arm, you grabbed him hard like you were terrified he would disappear.
âwhoa,â he whispered softly, voice still thick with sleep. âwhatâs wrong?â
your breathing sounded broken and panicked as you clutched desperately at his shirt in the darkness. âdonât let anything happen to you.â
michael blinked in confusion. âwhat?â
tears spilled down your face before you even realized you were crying. âplease. i donât want anything bad happening to you.â your voice cracked on the last word.
michael moved immediately, wrapping both arms carefully around you while pulling you close against his chest. âhey,â he whispered gently, his hand smoothing against your back. âtalk to me.â
you shook your head hard against him. âit felt so real. the dreamâŠâ
michael brushed one hand carefully through your hair while the other rubbed soothing circles against your back. âwhat dream, sweetheart?â
you buried your face desperately against the crook of his neck. âthey were hurting you." michael's brows furrowed softly as his chest tightened painfully. you clung tighter to him. âi donât want you getting hurt.â
michael pulled back slightly, trying to see your face in the darkness. ânothingâs gonna happen to me.â
âbut what if it does?â the desperation in your voice nearly broke him. âwhat if people are cruel to you? what if they misunderstand you? what if you get lonely?â
michael just stared at you silently for a moment. something about those fears hit him strangely deep because you were describing things he already quietly feared himself. he swallowed softly then carefully cupped your face in both hands. âlook at me.â
you barely opened your eyes and his chest physically ached seeing you like this, seeing you cry over the mere thought of him hurting someday. âyou had a nightmare.â
âno michael, it felt real.â your voice broke again. âi saw people hurting you and i couldnât stop itâŠâ
a tear slipped down your cheek. michael wiped it away instantly with his thumb like he couldnât bear seeing it there. âlisten to me,â he whispered softly against your hair. âiâm okay. iâm here right now. and youâre here too.â
âpromise me youâll be careful. please, michael.â
his arms tightened around you immediately, almost protectively. âi promise.â
âpromise me you wonât let people use you.â
something crossed michaelâs face, something small and sad and almost impossible to catch. because deep inside, he already knew he let people use him sometimes.
âiâll be careful,â he whispered softly.
âyou mean it?â
âmhm.â he reached up carefully, pressing the softest kiss against your forehead. âyou know what i think?â he whispered.
you shook your head weakly.
âas long as youâre beside me,â he continued, âiâll always be okay.â
michael held you while sobs shook through your chest harder than before. âi got you,â he whispered against your hair. âyouâre okay, weâre okay. nothingâs gonna take me away from you.â
michael guided you both back down against the pillows afterward without ever letting go of you. somehow you ended up fully curled against his chest beneath the blankets, but neither of you mentioned how intimate this felt, nor the way your legs tangled unconsciously together, how his hand stayed buried in your hair or how you could feel michaelâs heartbeat beneath your cheek.
michael kept rubbing slow circles against your back while your breathing gradually calmed. every few minutes his fingers would softly brush through your hair like he needed to reassure himself you were still there too. he pressed another kiss gently into your hair.
your voice came out tiny afterward. âcan you hold me tighter?â
without hesitation he pulled you even closer until your body practically molded against his, until there wasnât an inch of space left between either of you.
âbetter?â
you nodded weakly. âmhm.â
a small smile tugged softly at michaelâs lips when he felt you finally relaxing against him.
âthereâs my girl. youâre really cute when youâre all worried about me.â
âshut up.â you suppressed a smile, hiding your face in his chest.
âmhm, too emotional for compliments, are we?â
that instantly made you chuckle quietly through the your tears, burying your face even more against him.
âthere she is,â michael whispered softly, genuinely relieved to hear you laugh again.
eventually exhaustion began pulling at both of you. you could feel michael getting sleepier beneath you, his breathing slowing while his fingers lazily traced comforting patterns against your back. but every single time you shifted even slightly, his arms tightened instinctively around you in his sleep.
his touch filled your chest with relief somehow, because it reminded you that your michael was still here. warm, sweet, alive and safe in your arms.
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