it’s strange to me that some people still insist on calling michael a pedophile despite the fact that he was acquitted of every criminal charge brought against him and no court found him guilty. whether people personally like him or not, it’s important to distinguish opinion from legal fact. what i find even more concerning is the inconsistency. some are still intensely focused on a man who has been dead for years, yet when credible allegations are made against certain white men, the same level of outrage or scrutiny is often nowhere to be found. if accountability is truly the goal, then that standard should be applied consistently and not selectively. it’s honestly weird how badly some of yall want him to actually be one ???!!!! disturbing even -_-
(i’m ready for all the hate and old bitchy men in my inbox and comments.)
a very long note: guys, GUYS. normally i stopped reading celebrity fanfiction since it kind of icks me now. however with my regrowing infatuation with michael, i would like to pay an homage to the 16 year old me. so here it is in all its glory. please don’t get annoyed that there is not much smut though. i don’t really get along with it. i want to go back and cuddle him so most of them are just fluff, comfort and angst (duh, who am i without that type of anguish) enjoy! |main masterlist
SERIES- MULTI CHAPTERS
past exposure • michael jackson x time traveller!reader
↳ by @thedailymichael (multiple eras, time travelling au)
the jackson chronicles • michael jackson x spouse!reader
↳ by @imhandicapableofmath (so domestic, married!michael, suggestive, fluff)
desire, interrupted | desire, reclaimed • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @urbanfunkchild (dangerous/history era, smut, angst, soft fluff)
you knock me off my feet | part two | part three • michael jackson x newrisintvocalist!reader
↳ by @comoquesoybambi (bad era, michael is basically obsessed)
my little reporter | part two • michael jackson x journalist!reader
↳ by @/am3sss (bad era, fluff)
again | part two | michael jackson x dancer!reader
↳ by @tpwkyarely (angst, hurt/comfort)
beautiful stranger | part two • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @mjuniverse (pre thriller era, slow burn, yearning, very angsty, right person, wrong time, soft!michael)
gone by morning | part two • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @startingsomethin (thriller-bad era, angst, cheating, smut, fluff)
spotlight • michael jackson x popstar!reader
↳ by @hcwait (thriller era, slow burn)
making of an it girl | part two • michael jackson x tourdancer!reader
↳ by @intelligenthottie
baby be mine | thrill you tonight • michael jackson x girlnextdoor!reader
↳ by @iceemochaa (post otw-pre thriller era, fluff, slightly suggestive)
stargirl | part two • michael jackson x singer !reader
↳ by @ytrhbz (thriller era, whipped!michael, fluff)
remember the time | part two | part three • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @chmpngekisses (thriller-bad era, angst)
his new obsession | part two • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @luvvreader (yearning, slow burn)
by your side | part two • michael jackson x actress!reader
↳ by @svnnywrites (thriller era, hurt/comfort)
ONE-SHOTS-BLURBS-HC’S
baby be mine • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @angelfacediary (otw-bad era, angst, fluff)
nine months of home videos • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @angelfacediary (pregnant!reader, so so so fluffy)
out of time • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @urelliee (bad era, angst, heartbreak, very bittersweet)
pretty young thing • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @tpwkyarely (angst, comfort, tw: dv)
through his lens • thriller!michael jackson x reader
↳ by @neverlandzangel (thriller era, married!michael, fluff, domestic bliss)
arrow through the heart • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @startingsomethin (dangerous era, oh so angsty)
excuse me that’s my wife • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @mvsticmoony (jealous!michael, fluff)
where is my husband! • michael jackson x singer!reader
↳ by @mvsticmoony (fluff)
love caught on tape • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @mvsticmoony (invincible era, flashbacks, married life fluff)
a love letter to june • michael jackson x fan!reader
↳ by @hcwait (dangerous era, very fluffy)
in sickness and in health • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @king-mila (bad era, protective!michael, sick!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort)
america’s sweetest bunny • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @michaeldiary (dangerous era, playboymodel!reader, sooo fluffy, slightly suggestive)
little pieces of her • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @brownsugarletters (thriller era, fluff)
young hearts, run free • michael jackson x guitarist!reader
↳ by @shakinghamster (thriller era, fluff, workplace romance, cheating)
unforgettable • michael jackson x fan!reader
↳ by @ytrhbz (history era, fluff, reader is that girl)
cause if it’s aching, you have to rub it • michael jackson x fem!black!reader
↳ by @serenebows (thriller era, shy!reader, fluff)
all over, all over, all over • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @hon3yarchives (dangerous era, fluff, suggestive)
sign the girls • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @michaelpilled (thriller era, suggestive, flirting)
a memory to look back on • michael jackson x pregnant!reader
↳ by @lovecherishly (bad era, soo fluffy)
sweet tooth • michael jackson x sweet!reader
↳ by @carmaloves (bad era, so very fluffy)
stuck in the elevator • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @londynham (romance, fluff, angst)
working overtime • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @urbanfunkchild (pre bad era, kind of smutty, possessive!michael)
love never felt so good • michael jackson x fem!black!reader
↳ by @proseandj (invincible era, fluff)
like a stradivarius • michael jackson x gn!spouse!reader
↳ by @imhandicapableofmath (married!michael, domestic fluff, humour, suggestive)
“she thinks you smell like cinnamon” • michael jackson x gn!spouse!reader
↳ by @imhandicapableofmath (married!michael, fanfiction meta, emotional comfort, teasing, fluff)
#1 loverboy • michael jackson x gn!reader
↳ by @invincibledc (bad era, fluff)
read my lips • michael jackson x deaf!black!reader
↳ by @invincibledc (protective!michael, fluff)
home movies • michael jackson x pregnant!reader
↳ by @ktrsis (bad-invincible era, flashbacks, soo fluffy)
the lady in my life • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @cupcakeprincezz (thriller era, fluff)
surprise visit • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @cupcakeprincezz (bad era, very fluffy)
secret touch • michael jackson x fem!singer!reader
↳ by @invinor (dangerous era, fluff)
inspiration • michael jackson x singer!reader
↳ by @liyahhsnuckhere (pre bad era, sooooo fluffy, suggestive)
the chateau • michael jackson x younger!fem!reader
↳ by @elleist (dangerous era, fluff, very cute)
imagine sitting on his lap
↳ by @humannatures (fem!reader, fluff)
tabloid junkie • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @moonlitjane (protective!reader, fluff, suggestive)
hidden in the spotlight • superstar!michael jackson x costumedesigner!fem!reader
↳ by @gh0ulxxc (dangerous era, angst, fluff, romance, slow burn)
the love i’ve carried for you started when i was just three or four, and it never faded. it only grew deeper as i did, shifting with every year but never leaving my heart. your music has been part of my life for as long as i can remember, like a constant presence that understood me even when i was too young to understand myself. sometimes i think about everything you went through, and my heart aches for you. behind the music, the performances, and the magic the world saw, there was a human being who deserved kindness, understanding, and peace, someone who spent so much of his life giving joy to others while carrying burdens most people could never imagine.
you gave the world your childhood before you even had the chance to fully live it. you grew up under lights brighter than most people will ever know, with expectations placed on your shoulders before you were old enough to understand them. and yet somehow, despite everything, you never lost the softness in your heart. that is what amazes me the most. you could have become bitter or stopped believing in goodness, but instead you continued to speak about love, healing, helping children, and making the world better. there was something so beautiful about the way you held onto wonder when life gave you so many reasons not to. ♡♡
i wish the world had been gentler with you. i wish more people had looked at your heart instead of creating stories about you. i wish more people had understood the loneliness that can come with being seen by everyone and truly known by so few. i wish you had been given the peace you spent your whole life searching for. it still feels surreal that you have been gone for so long. there are moments when i listen to your music and it feels like you are still here, still creating, still giving the world something no one else ever could. your art has that kind of timelessness that does not fade it just becomes more meaningful the longer you live with it. they never deserved you. not the pressure, not the judgment, not the cruelty that followed you. and yet you still gave everything you had. you still gave your talent, your heart, your imagination, and your love to the world anyway. that says everything about who you were.
your legacy is still alive in the strongest way. your influence is everywhere in music, in dance, in performance, in every artist who was inspired by your courage to be different. and even now, new generations continue to discover your story, your art, your brilliance, and your humanity. you are still reaching people. you are still changing lives. i miss you in ways that are hard to explain without emotion taking over, but i am also endlessly grateful for you, grateful for the music that carried me through life, grateful for the joy you brought into the world, and grateful that your existence left something so powerful behind.
you deserved so much more time than this, so much more than the rushed restless life you were forced to carry, and it breaks something deep inside me to think about how you never got the quiet years that should have been waiting for you, the slow mornings without pressure, the soft days without cameras, the simple human moments that should have belonged only to you, because after everything you poured into this world you should have been allowed to finally breathe, to finally rest while still alive, and there was still so much life ahead of you, so much music that lived only in your heart and never got the chance to be born, so many dreams left unfinished, so many places you never got to stand in, so many people who still had love waiting for you that you never got to feel, and you spent so much of your life giving yourself away piece by fragile piece until there was almost nothing left that was just yours, and i wish with an ache that feels endless that you had been given the chance to simply exist for yourself, to wake up without fear, to grow older without being hunted, to find peace without having to earn it, because someone with a heart like yours deserved the chance to stay, deserved the chance to heal, deserved the chance to grow old surrounded by gentleness and safety and love, and what shatters me is knowing you were always reaching for a peace you never got to touch in this lifetime.
you were loved then. you are loved now. and you will always be loved. you were sunshine on earth ♡🪽
rest peacefully, michael ♡ ✧･ﾟ:
“and if there is one insight i’ve had, it is this: wherever you go, in every country, on every continent, people yearn and hunger for only one thing, to love and be loved. love transcends international boundaries and heals the wounds of hatred, racial prejudice, bigotry and ignorance. it is the ultimate truth at the heart of all creation.” — michael jackson ♡ ama '93
it’s been 17 years without you michael jackson and honestly, i still can’t believe you’re gone. i grew up with your music and i don’t think there will ever be another artist who made me feel the way you did. your talent, your heart, and the magic you brought to the world is something i’ll always carry with me. even after all these years, your music still feels timeless and your presence is still everywhere.
i miss you deeply and i always will. you are forever know. forever my king of pop. rest beautifully michael 🤍🕊️
your wish is my command ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ hope you enjoy this doll (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
♡₊˚ 🏆・₊✧𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥
♡ song of the year wasn't the only thing michael planned on claiming that night.
୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ thrad!era ⟡ michael jackson x presenter!fem!reader
FEBRUARY 25, 1986
you stand backstage at the 28th annual grammy awards with the soft hum of the audience drifting through the curtains like a warm tide, the air buzzing with the kind of electricity that only nights like this can hold, and you breathe in slowly as you go over your lines for the third time, whispering them under your breath while your fingers trace the cue cards even though you already know every word by heart, your pulse steady but alert because you want everything to be perfect, not just for the show but because you know he is somewhere out there in the crowd watching you with those dark eyes that always make your stomach flutter, and the thought alone sends a quiet warmth through your chest as you straighten your posture and prepare to step into the lights.
the stage manager gives you a gentle nod and you walk out into the golden glow of the auditorium, the applause rising like a wave that washes over you as you smile at the sea of faces, the cameras, the glittering gowns and tuxedos, the shimmering set pieces that catch the light like jewels, and you let your voice carry with practiced grace as you welcome everyone, your tone warm and confident even though your heart is beating a little faster than usual because you know he is somewhere in the audience listening to every word. "good evening everyone and welcome to the twenty eighth annual grammy awards, we are so excited to celebrate the incredible music and artistry that defined this past year, thank you all for being here tonight."
you hold the microphone with both hands as the applause settles, the lights softening just enough to let you see the first few rows of the audience, and your gaze flickers instinctively toward the spot where you know he is seated, catching only the faint outline of his silhouette, the familiar tilt of his head, the quiet stillness of his posture that always gives him away, and even from this distance you feel the invisible thread between you tighten, a secret connection woven through months of stolen moments and whispered conversations and careful glances that no one else has ever noticed.
you continue with your lines, introducing the first categories of the night, your voice steady and smooth as you guide the audience through the ceremony, and each time you step offstage you feel the adrenaline settle into your bones like a soft hum, the backstage crew moving around you with practiced precision, the sound of applause rising and falling like a heartbeat behind the curtains, and you take a moment to breathe, to center yourself, to remind yourself that you are here to work even though your heart keeps drifting toward him like a compass that cannot help but point north.
when it is time for you to present the next award, you step back into the lights with a smile that feels natural and warm, the audience greeting you with another wave of applause, and you read the nominees with clear, confident rhythm before opening the envelope with a practiced flourish, your voice lifting as you announce the winner, the crowd erupting as the popular male artist makes his way toward the stage with a bright grin and an energy that fills the room, his excitement contagious as he climbs the steps and approaches you with open arms.
you expect a handshake or a quick hug, something simple and professional, but instead he leans in with a warm smile and presses a friendly kiss to your cheek, his hand resting lightly on your arm as he murmurs his thanks for your support on the charity project you worked on together, and you feel your breath catch in surprise as the audience reacts with soft laughter and applause, your cheeks warming as you laugh awkwardly and try to keep your composure, reminding yourself that it is harmless, that it is friendly, that it is nothing more than a gesture of appreciation in front of a room full of people.
you step aside to give him space for his acceptance speech, your smile polite and steady even though your mind is still catching up with the unexpected moment, and as the lights shift to focus on him you let your gaze drift toward the audience again, searching instinctively for the one face that matters most, and when you find him your breath catches because michael isn’t just tense, he’s wound so tightly he looks like he might snap if anyone so much as brushes against him. his jaw isn’t only clenched, it’s locked, the muscle ticking beneath his skin as if he’s fighting every instinct in his body not to get up and drag you off that stage, his eyes don’t just stay on you, they burn into you, dark and sharp and unblinking that sends a shiver down your spine as his fingers curl harder against his knee, knuckles whitening, breath tightening in his chest.
he tries to hide it, he really does, but you know him too well, you know the way his emotions flicker beneath the surface like sparks waiting to catch fire, and you can see the jealousy simmering in the tightness of his shoulders, the way he shifts in his seat as if trying to shake off the image of another man’s lips on your cheek, the way his gaze keeps darting between you and the artist onstage as if replaying the moment over and over in his mind, each repetition tightening something inside him until he looks like he might burst from the pressure alone.
the artist continues his speech, completely unaware of the storm brewing in michael’s chest, thanking his team and the fans and the people who supported the charity project, his voice warm and enthusiastic as the audience applauds again, and you keep your expression calm even though you can practically feel the jealousy radiating off him, thick and hot, filling the space between you even from across the room. it’s in the way he won’t blink, the way his lips press into a thin line, the way his foot taps once, twice, three times before he forces it still. he’s trying to stay composed for the cameras, for the crowd, for the moment, but his eyes give him away completely. they’re dark with something possessive, something wounded, something that says he didn’t expect to see another man’s mouth anywhere near you tonight.
when the segment ends and you walk offstage, your heart is still fluttering from the intensity of his stare, your mind replaying the moment in the same way you know he is, and as you step into the dim backstage hallway you press a hand to your cheek where the kiss landed, not because it meant anything but because you know it meant something to him, and the thought alone makes your chest tighten with a mix of affection and worry as you wait for the next cue, the distant sound of applause echoing through the walls like a reminder that the night is far from over.
you lean against the backstage wall for a moment, letting the cool surface steady you as you go over your next lines, your voice soft as you rehearse under your breath, and even though you are alone for now you can still feel the weight of his gaze lingering on your skin, a silent promise that the night will only grow more intense from here, and you close your eyes for a moment, breathing in the charged air of the grammy awards, knowing that the real storm has only just begun.
you stay backstage for a few minutes after your last presentation, letting the noise of the audience settle into a distant hum as you breathe in the dim hallway, the soft glow of the backstage bulbs warming your skin while you rehearse your next lines under your breath, your voice low and steady as you try to shake off the lingering awkwardness from earlier, your fingers brushing your cheek again even though you keep telling yourself it was nothing, just a friendly gesture, just a moment that should not matter, yet you can still feel the ghost of michael’s stare like a hand closing around your ribs, tightening with every breath you take.
the stage manager calls your name again and you straighten your shoulders, smoothing your gown as you step toward the curtain, your heart beating a little faster because this category is bigger, heavier, more important, and you want to deliver it perfectly, especially knowing he is out there somewhere watching you with that quiet intensity that always makes your pulse skip, and as you step into the lights again the applause rises like a warm tide, the golden glow washing over you as you smile at the audience with practiced grace.
you hold the microphone with both hands, grounding yourself in the familiar weight of it as you begin to speak, your voice steady and warm as you welcome the audience back from the short break, the cameras gliding across the room like silent birds while the crowd settles into their seats, and you let your gaze sweep gently across the front rows, your eyes catching the faint outline of his silhouette again, the soft shimmer of his jacket, the stillness of his posture that tells you he has not relaxed since the moment he saw that kiss.
you inhale slowly, letting the moment settle before you continue, your voice carrying clearly through the auditorium. "it is my honor to present one of the most meaningful categories of the night, a category that celebrates the power of music to move us, to unite us, and to change the world. these are the nominees for song of the year." the screens behind you light up with clips and audio, the audience reacting with soft murmurs and applause as each nominee appears, and you stand poised and elegant, your heart thudding quietly beneath your ribs as you hold the envelope in your hand.
when the final nominee fades and the applause settles, you open the envelope with careful precision, your breath catching for a moment as you read the name printed inside, and you lift your gaze to the audience with a soft smile that feels both warm and electric. "and the grammy for song of the year goes to… we are the world, michael jackson and lionel richie."
the room erupts into applause, cheers rising like a wave that shakes the floor beneath your feet, and you look toward the aisle where he stands, his expression unreadable for a moment as he rises from his seat, but then his eyes lock onto yours and everything inside you stills because he is not looking at the audience, he is not looking at the cameras, he is not even looking at the stage itself, he is looking only at you, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he begins to walk toward you with a new calmness that feels too controlled, too deliberate, like a storm holding itself together by sheer force of will, and beside him lionel richie rises as well, moving with him up the aisle like it’s the most natural thing in the world, smiling at the crowd but clearly aware of where this is going, and as they reach the steps lionel goes first, pulling you into a warm, effortless side hug that makes you laugh softly through the shock of it all, his hand patting your shoulder in genuine pride as he murmurs something you barely catch before he steps back with an approving grin.
you swallow hard as he moves toward you, each step drawing the world in tighter until everything else fades into a soft blur. your fingers clamp around the envelope, the paper bending under the tension, but his eyes stay fixed on yours with a steady focus that makes the crowd feel distant and unimportant. the air seems to shift as he gets closer, warm and dense, settling over your skin like something quietly electric.
when he reaches you, he slips an arm around your waist with a certainty that steals your breath. his touch isn’t forceful, just sure, like he’s anchoring you in place without needing to say a word. he looks down at you with his head tilted slightly to the side, studying you with a softness that makes your chest tighten. his teeth catch lightly on his lower lip, a small, unguarded gesture that gives away how much this moment matters to him. and even through all that tenderness, you can still sense the jealousy flickering in his eyes, a faint shadow beneath the warmth. it is not harsh or angry, just a quiet ache he cannot hide, something that tightens his hold on your waist for a heartbeat. his hand squeezes gently, not enough to hurt, just enough to let you feel the emotion he is trying so hard to keep contained.
then he leans in and kisses you.
not a quick peck, not a shy brush of lips, but a soft, sure, deliberate kiss that melts the entire room into silence for a heartbeat before the audience explodes into gasps and cheers and applause, the sound crashing over you like a tidal wave as your eyes flutter shut for a moment, your heart racing wildly as his lips linger just long enough to make it clear that this is not a mistake, not a slip, not a friendly gesture, but a declaration, a reveal, a claim spoken without words in front of the entire music industry.
when he pulls back, he gives you a small, playful wink that makes your stomach flip, his hand brushing your waist one last time before he turns to accept the award from you, his fingers brushing yours with a warmth as he takes the grammy into his hands, the crowd still roaring with excitement as he steps toward the microphone with that soft, shy smile that always makes people melt.
he waits for the applause to settle, his posture relaxed but his eyes flicking toward you every few seconds with a quiet possessiveness that only you can read, and when he finally speaks his voice is gentle, warm, and full of gratitude. "thank you, thank you so much." he pauses as the applause rises again, his smile widening before he continues. "i want to thank lionel, first of all, for being such an incredible partner in creating this song. he is a true friend and a true artist, and i am so grateful for everything we were able to do together."
he shifts the award in his hands, his voice softening with sincerity. "i want to thank every artist who came together for this project, everyone who gave their time and their hearts to something bigger than all of us. this song was made with love, with hope, and with the belief that we can make the world a better place when we stand together."
the audience applauds again, "and of course, i want to thank the fans, because none of this would be possible without your love and your support. you inspire me every single day, and i am so grateful for you."
he pauses, his smile turning a little mischievous, his eyes sliding toward you again with a glimmer that makes your breath catch. "and, um… i guess i should also say…" he lifts the grammy slightly, his tone light but unmistakably pointed. "some people should be a little more careful about kissing another man's lady."
the audience bursts into laughter, cheers rising as people clap and whistle, the cameras catching your face as your cheeks burn with embarrassment and surprise, your hand lifting instinctively to cover your mouth as you try not to laugh, and michael just smiles, that soft, cheeky smile that tells you he knows exactly what he is doing, exactly how flustered he is making you, and he is enjoying every second of it.
he finishes with a warm, humble thank you before stepping away from the microphone, and as he walks back toward you he gives you another small wink, his fingers brushing your waist again as he passes, the touch subtle but full of meaning, and you feel your heart flutter helplessly as he heads back down the steps, the audience still buzzing with excitement from the unexpected reveal.
you stand there for a moment, trying to steady your breathing as the cameras cut away and the stage manager ushers you offstage, your mind spinning, your cheeks still warm, your heart pounding with a mix of shock and affection and something deeper, something that feels like it has been waiting to surface for a long time, and as you step into the dim backstage hallway again you know he will find you soon, and you know the conversation waiting between you will be one you will never forget.
the hallway feels calmer than the stage, dimmer and softer, the noise of the grammy crowd fading into a distant echo as you step into the quiet. you’re still warm from the lights, still breathless from everything that happened, your mind replaying the moment he kissed you in front of everyone like a scene you can’t quite believe is real. you press your hand lightly to your lips, trying to steady yourself, when you hear him behind you, his footsteps slow and sure, carrying that familiar mix of confidence and emotion that always gives him away.
when you turn, he’s already watching you, his grammy tucked under one arm, his shoulders relaxed but his eyes still burning with that jealousy he hasn’t shaken off yet. he walks toward you with a softness that contradicts the storm you know is still swirling inside him, and when he reaches you he stops close enough that you can feel the warmth of him settle around you like a blanket. his voice is gentle when he speaks, even though his eyes are still sharp with emotion. "you okay baby?" he asks quietly, his hand brushing your arm in a way that makes your breath catch. "i didn’t mean to overwhelm you out there."
you nod, though your heart is still racing, and he studies your face for a moment, searching for any sign of discomfort. when he finds none, his expression shifts, softening into something warm but edged with that quiet, simmering jealousy he’s trying so hard to keep under control. "i just… i couldn’t sit there and watch that," he murmurs, "him kissin' you like that. i know it was friendly, i know it didn’t mean anything, but it still…" he trails off, shaking his head slightly, his jaw tightening for a moment before he exhales slowly. "it still bothered me."
you whisper his name softly, and he gives a small smile, one that’s both apologetic and a little proud, like he knows he’s being ridiculous but he also knows he’d do it all again. "i’m not gonna pretend i wasn’t jealous," he says, his voice low and honest. "i was. i still am." he leans in a little, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "but i’m glad everyone knows now. i’m glad they know who my woman is... the woman i get to love."
your cheeks warm instantly, and he notices, his smile turning a little smug but still gentle, still full of affection. "guess i made the night a little more interesting." he adds, his tone playful but certain. lifting the grammy slightly, his eyes glimmering with pride.
you roll your eyes at him, but you’re smiling, and he sees it, his expression softening again as he cups your jaw with one hand, his thumb brushing your skin with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. "you did amazing tonight," he whispers. "i’m so proud of you."
you tell him you’re proud of him too, and his smile grows, warm and bright, the kind of smile that lights up his whole face. he glances down at the grammy in his hand, then back at you, and the warmth in his eyes deepens. "i got my award," he says softly. "and i got you. that’s all i wanted tonight."
he leans in closer, his voice dropping into something playful, something that makes your stomach twist. "c’mon," he murmurs, kissing your temple. "let’s go home so i can show you how jealous i was."
your eyes widen and you slap his chest lightly, your voice a shocked whisper. "michael!" he laughs softly, the sound warm and sweet, his shoulders shaking just a little as he catches your hand gently, his fingers curling around yours with an ease that makes your heart flutter.
"i’m teasing," he says, though the sparkle in his eyes tells you he’s enjoying every second of your reaction. "but i do wanna get you out of here."
you’re still flustered, still warm, but you’re smiling, and he sees it, his own smile stretching wider as he gives your hand a gentle tug. he leads you down the hallway toward the exit, his grammy tucked under his arm, his fingers laced with yours like he’s never letting go. when he pushes open the door to the cool night air, the limo waiting just outside, he glances back at you with a look so full of pride and happiness it makes your chest swell.
he’s got his grammy.
he’s got his girl.
and he looks like he’s floating.
you squeeze his hand, your smile soft and full, and he squeezes back, his voice low and warm as he whispers, "let’s go home."
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⋆｡°✩ after a mentally exhausting day, michael helps you carry the weight you've been holding alone.
❥ 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 (𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘳𝘢) 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
OCTOBER 29, 1983
you don’t even remember how you made it from the bus stop to the studio door, only that your legs carried you here on instinct, like they always do when the world feels too heavy to hold. the whole day has been sitting on your shoulders like wet cement, dragging you down with every step, every thought, every memory of your boss’s voice echoing in your skull. you can still hear him yelling about the phone lines, the scheduling mix‑ups, the files you misplaced because your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. you work a receptionist job that’s supposed to be simple, supposed to be manageable, supposed to be something you can do without feeling like you’re drowning. but today everything slipped through your fingers, and the more you tried to fix it, the worse it got, until you were standing there with your cheeks burning and your eyes stinging while he shouted in front of everyone. you told yourself you wouldn’t cry, not at work, not in front of him, not over something so stupid, but the tears pressed against your throat all day, threatening to spill. you kept swallowing them back, telling yourself you’d deal with it later, telling yourself you wouldn’t bring any of this to michael because he already has so much on his plate, because he’s working nonstop, because he doesn’t need your tiny problems added to his mountain of responsibilities. but somehow your feet still brought you here, to the one place that feels like breathing, to the one person who makes the world soften even when you don’t deserve it.
you push open the studio door quietly, hoping he won’t notice you yet, hoping you can just sit in the corner and listen to him work until your brain stops spinning. the room is dim except for the warm glow of the control board, and he’s sitting there with his headphones around his neck, tapping a pencil against his knee while he listens to a playback. he looks so focused, so gentle in the low light, lips parted slightly like he’s humming along in his head. you try to slip in unnoticed, but he turns the second you step inside, like he can feel you before he sees you. his whole face brightens, soft and shy, the way it always does when you show up without warning. he sits up straighter, eyes warm, voice quiet as he says, “hey… you’re here.” and you force a smile, the kind that stretches too tight, the kind that feels like it might crack if he looks at you too closely. you close the door behind you and shrug like everything is fine, like your chest isn’t caving in, like your hands aren’t trembling. “yeah,” you say, trying to sound normal, “i just… wanted to stop by. didn’t wanna bother you.” he tilts his head, studying you with that soft, careful attention that always makes you feel seen in ways you’re not ready for. he pats the seat beside him, gentle and inviting, and you walk over because you always do, because being near him feels like the only thing keeping you from falling apart.
you sit down, trying to keep your breathing steady, trying to pretend you didn’t come here to escape your own mind. he watches you for a moment, eyes tracing your face like he’s reading something written there. he leans a little closer, voice barely above a whisper as he says, “you okay angel?” and you let out a brittle laugh, too quickly, too forced, shaking your head like you can brush the question away. “yeah, i’m fine. just tired. long day.” but he doesn’t buy it, not even for a second. he turns in his chair to face you fully, his knee brushing yours, his expression softening even more. “you don’t look fine,” he murmurs, and the way he says it makes something inside you crack. you look down at your hands, twisting them in your lap, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. “i don’t wanna dump anything on you,” you say quietly, “you’ve got so much going on already. it’s stupid anyway.” he shakes his head immediately, curls shifting with the movement, eyes wide and earnest. “nothing you feel is stupid,” he says, voice gentle but firm, “and you’re not dumping anything on me. i want to know.” he takes both of your hands in his, his thumbs brushing gently over the tops of them, a quiet reassurance in the touch. there’s no urgency in the way he does it, just warmth, patience, and the silent invitation to stay close. you try to hold it together, you really do. you try to breathe past the tightness in your chest, past the memory of your boss’s voice, past the humiliation that’s been clinging to you all day. but the second you open your mouth, everything inside you starts shaking loose. “i messed up at work,” you whisper, staring at your fingers because you can’t look at him, “like… everything. every little thing. i kept dropping stuff and forgetting things and mixing up appointments and i don’t even know why. i just… couldn’t think straight. and my boss yelled at me in front of everyone. he said i was careless and distracted and that he’s tired of fixing my mistakes.” your voice cracks, and you bite your lip hard, trying to stop the tears that are already burning behind your eyes. “i know it’s not a big deal,” you say, even though it feels like your whole world is collapsing, “i know people deal with worse. i just… i felt so stupid. and i didn’t wanna come here and bother you with it because you’re working so hard and you don’t need to hear me complain about my dumb job.”
you finally look up, and the moment your eyes meet his, everything inside you breaks. he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in the room, like your pain is something he wants to hold with both hands. he moves closer, cupping your face gently, thumbs brushing your cheeks. “baby,” he whispers, “you had a horrible day. that’s not small. that’s not nothing. and you don’t ever have to hide that from me.” your breath stutters, tears spilling before you can stop them. he pulls you into his chest immediately, arms wrapping around you with a softness that makes you fall apart completely. you bury your face in his shoulder, shaking, and he holds you tighter, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other rubbing slow circles on your back. “i got you,” he murmurs into your hair, “let it out. i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere.” you cling to him, fingers gripping his shirt, and he rocks you gently, humming under his breath like he’s trying to soothe every part of you at once. you can feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady and warm, and it makes you cry harder because he’s always like this with you, always gentle, always patient, always loving you in ways you don’t know how to handle. you try to speak through the tears, voice shaking. “i just feel like i can’t do anything right. i keep messing up and i don’t know why. i’m trying so hard and it’s never enough.” he pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands still holding your face, his eyes soft and full of something that makes your chest ache. “you are enough,” he says quietly, “you’re more than enough. one bad day doesn’t change that. one angry boss doesn’t change that. you’re smart and you’re capable and you’re trying your best. that’s all anyone can ask of you.” you shake your head, tears still falling. “i didn’t want you to worry about me.” he smiles, small and tender, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “i’m your boyfriend,” he whispers, “i’m supposed to worry about you. i love you. that means i care when you hurt.” your breath catches, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there like he’s trying to seal the moment into your skin. “you’re not a burden,” he murmurs, “you’re never a burden. you’re the best part of my day.”
he pulls you back into his chest, holding you even closer, like he wants to shield you from the whole world. you breathe him in, the warmth of him, the softness, the quiet strength that always makes you feel safe. he rocks you gently, fingertips tracing slow patterns on your arm, and after a moment he whispers, “i’m so glad you came to me. i always want you to. especially when you’re hurting.” you sniff, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “i didn’t wanna ruin your night.” he shakes his head, kissing your temple. “you didn’t ruin anything,” he says softly, “you being here makes everything better.” you’re still pressed against his chest, breathing slowly now, your tears finally easing into little shaky exhales. his hand keeps moving up and down your back in that slow, steady rhythm that always calms you, like he’s smoothing the whole day out of your body. he pulls back just enough to see your face, his thumbs brushing the last traces of tears from your cheeks. his eyes are so soft it almost hurts to look at him. he tilts his head a little, studying you like he’s making sure you’re really okay, then he gives you this tiny smile, the kind that curls at the corners and makes his eyes warm. “you know,” he murmurs, “if i ever see that boss of yours again, i’m gonna have to have a talk with him.”
you sniff, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “a talk?” you repeat, voice still small. he nods, trying to look serious but failing miserably because his lips keep twitching. “a very serious talk,” he says, “maybe even… a strongly worded letter.” you let out a tiny laugh, barely there, but he hears it. his whole face lights up like you just handed him the sun. he leans closer, lowering his voice dramatically. “or,” he whispers, “we could sue him.” you blink, then laugh again, louder this time, your shoulders shaking. “michael,” you say, “you can’t sue my boss.” he gasps softly, hand over his heart like you’ve offended him. “why not?” he asks, eyes wide with fake innocence. “he yelled at my girl. that sounds like emotional damages to me.” you laugh again, covering your face with your hands, and he gently pulls them away, wanting to see you smile. “stop,” you say, still laughing, “you’re ridiculous.” he grins, proud of himself, leaning in until his forehead almost touches yours. “i made you laugh,” he whispers, “that’s all i wanted.” your chest warms, the heaviness lifting just a little more. he brushes a curl behind your ear, his fingers lingering there, soft and careful. “you deserve to laugh,” he says quietly, “especially after a day like that.” you look at him, really look at him, and the love in his eyes is so open, so gentle, so unguarded that it makes your breath catch. he leans in slowly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there like he’s trying to seal comfort into your skin. his lips are warm, gentle, steady. you close your eyes, letting the moment wash over you. then he pulls back just a little, his breath brushing your cheek as he whispers, “you shouldn’t have to hear anyone yell at you like that.”
before you can respond, he leans in again, this time pressing the softest kiss to the shell of your ear, right where the sound of your boss’s voice still echoes in your memory. the touch is so tender it sends a shiver down your spine. he stays there for a moment, lips barely touching your skin, his voice a warm whisper. “i’m sorry you had to hear that today.” your eyes flutter shut, your breath catching in your throat. no one has ever comforted you like this. no one has ever cared like this. no one has ever made you feel so safe. he pulls back just enough to see your face again, his thumb brushing your cheek, his voice soft and certain. “you are not alone,” he says, “not today, not ever. you come to me whenever you need to. i’ll always take care of you.” your heart swells, your chest loosening completely for the first time all day. you lean into him, resting your forehead against his, breathing him in. he smiles, small and warm, his fingers lacing with yours. “and if that boss of yours yells at you again,” he adds, eyes sparkling with mischief, “i’m filing the lawsuit myself.” you laugh, soft and real this time, and he beams like it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. he squeezes your hand gently, pulling you closer, holding you like he never wants to let go. and for the first time today, you feel okay again. safe and loved.
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