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[szalipcombo]

yall want this plate?? im going back to my writing bag, and got inspired by the post i made a couple days ago lol. would you guys be interested in reading this?

[iheartlimitless]

I don’t normally post but who knows, maybe this’ll be my art tumblr lmao

Anyways, heres my favorite picture Michael and i just had to draw him🥹🥹

[angelfacediary]

jealous micheal..? thriller/bad era but i’m not picky 😋

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆Jealous type • Bad!Michael x reader

⤷ ゛Synopsis ˎˊ˗ When you're at a party Michael cant help but get jealous at the guy trying to sweep his woman off her feet !

𑣲⋆ warnings : none !

Michael wouldn't necessarily say he was the jealous type —no, he wouldn't say that at all. But the fact that this guy was undressing you with his eyes as you two spoke only made his blood boil way past its boiling point. Even worse was that he really didn't want to be at this party in the first place. Though it was for him and the celebration of the new album, put together by Quincy himself, he'd much rather be at home laying in bed or watching a show with you than here, where people pulled him every which way, cracking jokes that he found less than funny given the circumstances.

You wore that dress that completely hugged you in all the right places, that color that sat perfectly against your soft skin, hair and makeup done flawlessly because you sat in the mirror for hours perfecting the look while Michael admired from the doorway. And now here another guy was admiring you and you were somehow completely oblivious.

You were laughing, your hands covering your mouth, your drink swishing lightly against the glass, chasing its tail before settling back down in the glass as you nodded, a polite smile playing out on your face. His jaw clenched, just barely noticeable to anyone who was paying close attention.

“Mike? Mike? Are you there, man?” Quincy stuck his hand out, waving it in front of his face to catch his attention.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m listening, Q.” He clearly was not; his eyes were too busy focused on the scene unfolding in front of him.

"Tell me what I just said then." They both knew he wasn't listening; I mean, it was clear as day.

"Fine, Q, I'm not listening. I mean, how can I focus when that guy is talking to my girlfriend... give me a moment." Quincy's eyes followed Michael's, eventually landing on you and your smiling form, an audible "ooh" escaping from Quincy's mouth before Michael was already weaving through the crowd.

"I'd love to have dinner sometime to discuss it." The unfamiliar man leaned forward, a hopeful smile stretching wide across his face before the familiar warmth of Michael's hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“Baby, Q wants to talk to you,” his fingers dug into the skin of your waist, not enough to hurt you, just enough to show this guy exactly who you were with.

“Sorry, my boyfriend needs me,” you smiled, just in time for Michael to pull you in the direction Quincy was in.

“I bet Quincy didn't need to talk to me, you just wanted to pull me away,” you giggled, nudging his arm.

“Yeah? So what? I need you right next to me for the rest of the night.”

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[michaeljpeg]

shes out of my life

contents: angst, heartbreak, breakup, emotional distance, regret, crying, miscommunication, maybe a happy ending.

summary: michael always thought you'd be there. he never imagined you'd be the one thing he couldn't get back. now he's calling, apologizing, and trying to prove that losing you was the biggest mistake he's ever made.

the night you left was strange. not because you didn't know it was coming, but because a part of you still couldn't believe you were actually doing it.

for months, you imagined what it'd feel like to finally walk away. you thought you would've felt anger, reliet, maybe even a sense of freedom.

but standing there in the quiet apartment, looking at michael one last time, all you felt was the weight of what you were leaving behind.

"so this is really it?" michael asked softly. you hated how broken he sounded. because walking away from him was painful. but staying and pretending everything was okay hurt even more.

you nodded, wiping the tears away from your eyes. "i can't keep doing this, michael." the way your voice shook made the room feel ever heavier. michael looked away, his jaw tightening as he tried to find the right words.

he hated seeing you like this, hated knowing that the person who had always been there for him had reached a point where she felt like she had no choice but to leave. "i don't understand," he said quietly. "i thought we were okay."

you looked down, trying to keep yourself from breaking down again. "that's the problem, michael," you whispered. "you thought we were okay." his expression changed.

he stood in front of you, his head hanging low. he couldn't form any words. your fingers gripped tighter around the handle of your bags. you waited.

part of you hoped he would say something that would make it easier for you to stay. promise things would be different. give you a reason to believe this wasn't the end.

instead, he stayed quiet. you swallowed the lump in your throat and stepped past him. each step towards the front door felt heavier than the last. when your hand wrapped around the doorknob, you hesitated.

you glanced back over your shoulder. michael hadn't moved. he stood exactly where you'd left him, staring at the floor as though the weight of everything that had just happened had finally settled in.

"..goodbye, michael." your voice barely rose above a whisper. then you opened the door. and walked away. the click of the door closing behind you echoed louder than either of you expected.

two weeks had passed since you and michael ended things. two weeks of unanswered phone calls. two weeks of hearing ring just long enough to make your heart ache before it finally fell silent again.

the handwritten letters tucked beneath your front door, each one filled with apologies, memories, and promises that things would be different.

you hadn't answered a single one. even though you considered it, you told yourself it was best not to. that if you gave in now, nothing would change. until one evening, there was another knock at your door.

you frowned, setting your book down on the coffee table before making your way toward the front door. by the time you opened it, whoever had been there was already gone. your eyes drifted downward.

a bouquet of while lilies rested neatly against the doorframe. you sighed quietly, already knowing who they were from. kneeling down, you reached for the bouquet.

that's when you noticed it. an envelope, tucked carefully beneath the ribbon. you stared at it for a long moment before carefully pulling it free, your thumb tracing the edge of the paper. you didn't have to read the name to know who it was from.

letting out a quiet sigh, you picked up the bouquet and stepped back inside, nudging the door shut with your foot. the apartment felt just as quiet as it had every night since you broke up.

you set the flowers on the kitchen counter before making your way to the couch, the envelope still clutched gently in your hands. for a moment, you simply stared at it. your fingers hovered over the seal.

part of you wanted to throw it away, just like you had every other letter. the other part of you couldn't stop wondering what he had left to say.

you slowly parted the seal, unfolding the neatly folded sheet of paper inside. your eyes scanned each line carefully. it wasn't another desperate plea for you to come home.

it wasn't a promise that everything would magically be different. instead, it was the first time michael had truly acknowledged everything you had tried to tell him that night.

he admitted that he'd mistaken your patience for happiness. that he'd become so consumed by everything outside your relationship that he hadn't realized you were slipping away until it was too late.

he wrote that the apartment hadn't felt like home since you left. that every room reminded him of you. and at the very end, almost as an afterthought, he confessed something that made your heart ache.

he'd been sitting at the piano every night, trying to write down everything he couldn't bring himself to say directly. he didn't know if it would ever become a song. he only knew it was about you.

you stared at the letter for a long moment after you finished reading it. your fingers lingered over the paper, tracing the familiar handwriting one last time before you carefully folded it back up. you had ignored every phone call. every letter.

but this one was different. for the first time since you left, it didn't feel like michael was trying to convince you to come back. it felt like he finally understood why you had to leave.

you let out a slow breath and looked toward the telephone sitting on the end table. you knee calling him wouldn't fix everything. it wasn't going to erase the tears, the argument, or the lonely nights that led to the two of you falling apart.

but you couldn't ignore the ache in your chest anymore. before you had the chance to change your mind, you reached for the receiver and dialed his number from memory.

it rang once. "hello?" you froze. it had only been two weeks, but hearing his voice again made it feel like no time had passed at all. "it's me," you said quietly.

there was a pause before he spoke again. "i was starting to think you hated me." your grip around the receiver tightened.

"i don't hate you, michael." those four words were enough to bring tears to both of your eyes. on the other end of the line, he was quiet. "i know i hurt you," he finally said. you looked down at the letter sitting beside you. "michael..."

"no, please. let me say this," he continued softly. "i should've listened when you told me you were hurting." you stayed quiet. "i kept thinking that if i worked hard enough, if i gave everything i had to my music, everything else would be okay. i thought you understood."

your fingers tightened around the phone. "i did understand, you whispered. the silence on the other end made you continue. "i understood because i know how much this means to you, michael."

"i know how happy it makes you. i would never want to take that away from you." your voice softened. "that was never the problem." he didn't respond. "i never wanted you to choose between me and your music. i just wanted to feel like there was still room for me in your life too."

the words sat between you. "i loved seeing you chase your dreams," you admitted. "i was proud of you. i still am." your eyes lowered. "i just didn't want to feel like i was losing you while you were reaching for them."

for a moment, michael didn't say anything. then, quietly, he spoke. "i'm sorry." you closed your eyes, blinking back tears.

"i'm sorry i made you feel alone. i'm sorry that i forgot the person who was always there for me."

you stayed silent, listening. "i should've noticed sooner. i should've asked instead of assuming you were okay." your fingers rested against the phone. "i missed you," he admitted. "more than i can explain."

your heart ached at the honesty in his voice. "i missed you too." the words came out before you could stop them. and for the first time in weeks, there was a little bit of peace between you.

"i don't want to lose you," michael whispered. you wiped away the tears that had fallen. "then don't."there was a pause. "i know things won't magically go back to the way they were," you continued.

"but i don't want to spend my life wondering what could've happened if we tried again." a quiet breath left him. "can i see you?" you smiled softly. "yes."

and ever since you walked away, the thought of seeing michael again didn't hurt. it felt like coming home.

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[mikajensen58]

━━ i’m all you need. ᢉ𐭩 wc: 743 ⸝⸝⸝

❝ you want your own bedroom, but your husband, bad!michael, strongly disagrees.❞

ⓘ light suggestiveness. pouty michael.

you had a lifestyle magazine opened on your shared bed to a well-decorated, feminine bedroom, but michael wasn’t staring at it—he was staring at you as if you just suggested moving to mars.

"a separate bedroom?" he repeated, his soft voice rising into a scandalized gasp.

he stood at the foot of the bed, his hands coming to rest firmly on his hips. he shook his head in disbelief. he couldn’t help but wonder if he had done something wrong or if you didn’t find him attractive anymore because of his snoring.

"y/n, we are married. husbands and wives share a bed. that’s how it works!”

you were sitting on the edge of the bed as he stood in front of you flopping his hands around.

"mike, it's just for my own personal space," you explained, trying to suppress a smile at how offended he looked.

one of your friends told you all about how she felt happier having her own bedroom and how it can do wonders for a marriage. plus, she’s been married about twenty years longer than you. you didn’t realize that not compromising on every single thing was an option, and you truthfully couldn’t stop thinking about it.

you looked down at the sparkly bed set you were sitting atop of and the Jesus portrait above the bed.

“…besides, i want to decorate it in my own style. y’know, my own books, maybe a giant pastel rug, a cheetah print loveseat. i love our bedroom, but sometimes i just want somethin’ of my own." you shrugged your shoulders, unable to look him into his eyes that always appeared larger than life whenever he was upset.

you looked down at your swinging feet instead.

michael pouted and rolled his eyes.

"but our bedroom is cozy, and you have somethin’ of your own—it's my left shoulder!"

he marched around to your side of the bed, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. he huffed. he grew more and more upset the longer the looked at your empty side of the bed. he couldn’t bear for that sight to become the norm. he was also internally panicking because you were his personal nyquil; he slept much easier with your presence next to him.

“if you sleep in another room, who am i supposed to serenade at two in the morning when lyrics come to me in a dream? who's gonna steal the cover off me?"

"you can still visit, michael," you giggled, reaching out to tug on the fabric of his shirt.

"visit?" he repeated loudly, his lips curling in horror at the word.

"i have to make an appointment to see my own wife? no, no, no. i don't like the thought of it at all. it makes me feel like we're landlords." he violently shook his head as he walked back over to you.

he suddenly slumped down next to you, burying his face in your shoulder with a dramatic sigh, his long loose curls sprawled out.

"we can change the rug, y/n. we can buy books—whatever y’want. just please don't leave me. i’ll do whatever y’want angel." he pleaded, pulling his head back and holding both of your hands into his.

when you looked forward instead of into his eyes, he slid off the bed and dropped down on his knees. he rested his head against your hard knee and looked up at you pleadingly. some of his strands partially covered his eyes.

“michael!” you groaned, trying to move your knee from his heavy skull, but he grounded the weight of his head into it. he was genuinely bothered by the idea and didn’t support it at all. you definitely weren’t expecting him to be so dramatic about it either.

“i’m so serious baby. don’t go.” he sighed.

you bit the inside of your cheek knowing that you already discussed the decorations with one of the onsite architects.

he raised his arms and began gently rubbing long ovals up and down your covered thighs.

“who’s gonna love you when you need me, baby?” he muttered slowly, grazing his teeth across his reddish pink lower lip.

you gulped quietly then rolled your eyes. you tried pushing his veiny hands off of you, but he instead took hold of your smaller ones and began kissing each of your fingers.

“michael! seriously stop being childish.” you groaned.

he, unfortunately, wasn’t going to stop until you let this grotesque idea go.

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[alohaluz]

.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ otw!michael flirting with you!

otw!michael is the kind of guy who wouldn't straight up flirt with you. instead, he would gently approach you by talking the most nonsense—like saying "the weather is great, isn't it?". if you were in a room, his eyes would immediately look at you, like a lost puppy, he would be mesmerized by your figure. when he becomes more comfortable with you—his flirt would be like giving you compliments. like "your dress fits r-really well" or "i love your hairstyle" nothing too vulgar, because you're a thoughtful lady. when he gains some confidence, he would be more touchy. and he would do the classic young man flirt—that consists of pressing his hand against yours. he would say like "ohh... your hand is so tiny..lemme see...look at it". but he would do one thing that you hated. he would get closer to you. staring at you from above, placing his hand on your head and say "girl, you're soooo short". and yes, you just nodded positively...

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⭑𓂃 part one here

Big headed boy ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ part two

Summer, 1964 — Gary Indiana

Michael ran back toward his brothers, his little dress shos kicking up bits of dust as he went. "I asked her!" He announced proudly.

Marlon looked over from where he and jackie were tossing the football. "....and?"

"She said no."

Jackie laughed, "told you."

marlon stopped tossing the ball and looked down at his little brother–michael. He squats down to his level to make direct eye contact with him. "That ain't shy."

Michael frowned, completely confused because he thought the little girl he had just spoken to a few minutes ago was just scared to play with him. "What is it then?" He looked at marlon, completely confused with those big round brown eyes that seemed so curious about any and everything.

"....she got an attitude."

The older brothers burst into laughter, truly laughing at the fact that their younger brother couldn't tell the difference between attitude and shyness, an attitude that you completely definitely did have.

Michael glanced back toward the driveway. You were still standing beside your mother, arms folded so tightly they looked glued together. You were desperately ready to go home even though you just arrived almost 20 minutes ago now.

".....I don't think she mean." Michael looked up at his brothers, he felt like they had the wrong impression of you, well you did look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but still!, he felt as if they had you completely all wrong and he as determined to prove them wrong.

"Nah," jackie said. "She just look mean."

Michael still wasn't convinced. He watched as you absentmindely kicked at a pebble in the driveway, the colorful bobbles in your ponytails bouncing with every little movement.

".....she smiled."

Marlon raised an eyebrow, "she smiled at you?"

"....a little bit."

Jackie laughed. "You done made progress already, lock at you playa." He ruffled michaels short hair, laughing.

Meanwhile, angela and katherine had found themselves in the middle of the backyard, talking as naturally as if they hadn't gone weeks without seeing one another. "I swear," angela laughed, "that child woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

Katherine smiled knowingly. "They all have those days."

"Oh, (name)'s been having one since Thursday." Angela said. The woman laughed, "I almost left her home with her daddy."

"And miss seeing all this?" Katherine teased, angela looked around the yard. Women carried bowls covered with embroidered dish towels. Someone had brought sweet potato pie. Another auntie proudly sat down a peach cobbler she'd baked before sunrise.

The potato salad rested beside a mountain of fried chicken. There were pans of baked macaroni and cheese, collard greens seasoned with smoked turkey, cornbread wrapped carefully in clean kitchen towels to keep warm, deviled eggs lined up perfectly on a serving tray, and enough barbecue to feed half of Gary.

"You know these folks don't play bout bringing food," angela said. Katherine laughed, "girl who you tellin'? if somebody show up empty-handed, they'll hear about it."

"Oh, for months." The women shared another laugh.

You ended up wandering only a few feet away before stopping underneath the shade of a large maple tree. You preferred observing. You always had. Children fascinated you. They screamed, ran, fell, got right back up.

Somebody cried because another little boy his toy truck. Two little girls argued over whose jump rope it was. A toddler waddled around with watermelon juice running down his chin.

You watched every bit of it, you had no intention of joining in. You smoothed the front of your dress before carefully sitting on the cool grass. Your ponytails bounced as you settled yourself.

Click. Click. Click.

You absentmindely shook you head just to hear the bobbles clack together. You smiled to yourself.

click–click

Again.

click-click-click

That sound always made you feel happy.

"So....they do make noise."

You looked up.

Michael, the same big headed boy that seemed to find her everywhere. He stood a few feet away, hands tucked behind his back.

You hadn't even heard him walk over.

"....yeah."

"I thought maybe you was makin' it up."

"I wasn't."

He nodded seriously. "I know now that's f'sure."

Silence settled between them.

Michael looked at the grass, then back at you.

".....can I sit?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "I don't care."

He took that as permission and sat down, crossing his legs exactly like you was. Neither child spoke for almost a minute. Neither seemed bothered by it.

Finally, michael pointed toward your hair. "My sister got beads."

"Mhm."

"But yours got them little balls."

"They bobbles."

"Bobbles?" He looked at your hair with those curious wide eyes, like he was trying to remember every detail about you and your hair.

"mhm."

"They funny."

"I like em."

"They loud."

"I know." You shook your head again causing more loud sounds of clicks.

Michaels eyes widened and then suddenly he started laughing. "They soundbite maracas."

You frowned. "....what's that?"

"My daddy got one."

"He let you play with it?"

"....no."

"Oh."

"He say I'll break it."

You nodded, "my momma say that too."

"Bout what?"

".....everything." You shrugged your shoulders.

He giggled. "My daddy don't let us touch nothin."

"my mama neither."

"my brothers still do it."

"My cousins too."

The two children looked at each other, for the first time you gave a real smile. Not a tiny one. Not an almost-smile, an actual smile. And michael felt like he just made one of the biggest accomplishments in the world.

He smiled back, "I knew you wasn't mean." He said with a soft chuckle

And before you could argue, a loud voice rang across the yard. "Kids!" Every child turned. One of Katherine's sisters stood on the porch with both hands on her hips. "Wash them hands!" A chorus of groans rose from the yard.

"Awww!", "we just did!", "I ain't dirty!"

"I don't care!" She called back. "Everybody wash up before you touch this food." The children scattered toward the outdoor water spigot, forming a crooked line.

Michael stood. "Come on."

"I already washed mine."

"You still gotta wash em again."

"...why?"

"Cause grown-ups say so."

You sighed dramatically. "They always say so."

Michael nodded with all the seriousness a five-year old could muster. "They sure do." For the first time since arriving, you didn't mind following someone.

You quietly fell into step beside him, the colorful bobbles in your hair clicking softly as the two little children walked toward the water pump together, still strangers. But no longer quite as distant as they had been an hour before.

The line at the water spigot stretched almost halfway across the backyard. Children of all ages shuffled impatiently in the summer heat, each waiting for their turn while the older cousins fussed at the younger ones for trying to skip ahead.

A teenage girl standing nearby rolled her eyes, gently grabbing two little boys by the shoulders. "Now yall know better than that, everybody gon get their hands washed before they eat."

The boys grumbled under their breath but finally settled down. You stood quietly near the end of the line, watching everything around her. This family was so.....loud. Not in a bad way, just loud.

Everybody seemed to be talking over one another. Somebody was laughing so hard they had bent over holding their stomach. One of the aunties was fanning herself with a church fan while teasing another woman about burning her cornbread last Sunday. The uncles crowded around the grill, arguing over whether the ribs needed another few minutes.

It was busy, it was warm, it felt happy.

Michael noticed you looking around. He stepped a little closer, folding his small hands behind his back. "You ain't gotta stand all the way back there."

"I dont?"

He shook his head. "Nuh-uh." He pointed farther up the line. "My cousin keeps everybody in line."

You followed his finger toward an older girl, maybe twelve or thirteen, who had somehow managed to organize nearly twenty children without raising her voice.

"Oh."

Michael smiled. "She's nice, I promise."

You slowly nodded, ".....your family's big."

"It is."

"How many people live here?"

He tilted his head as if he had never really counted before. "Well..." He started holding up fingers. "Me....jackie.....tito.....Jermaine.....marlon." He paused. "And my mom and joseph, that's it." He smiled, looking at you.

You blinked, "Oh." You stared at him for a moment before quietly saying, "That's a lot....that's nice do you have sisters?"

He smiled proudly, "I got rebbie and latoya." You counted on your finger silently, ".....that's a lotta people."

Michael giggled. "It is."

"Do yall all sleep here?"

"Mhm." He nodded.

"All of yall?"

"Mhm." he nodded again proudly.

Your eyes grew wider. "......where?"

Michael laughed so hard he almost forgot to answer. "In that house."

"I know that." You couldn't help but to smile. "I mean....where?"

He scratched his head. "We share."

"You don't got your own room?"

"No."

"I got my own room."

Michael looked genuinely impressed. ".....really?"

"Mhm." You nodded. "My barbie bed in there too."

"You lucky."

"Yeah...." For some reason, that made both of them laugh.

By the time they had washed their hands and made their way toward the food tables, you weren't hiding behind angela anymore. You walked beside michael almost naturally now. And angela noticed immediately.

She gently nudged katherine with her elbow. "Look." Katherine followed her gaze. The two little ones had stopped talking for a second while deciding what they wanted to eat.

"They're getting along." Angela smiled softly, "I wasn't sure they would." Kaherine just laughed and shrugged her shoulders, "I told you.....children usually figure each other out faster than grown folks."

The table looked endless to you. You had never seen so much food sitting in one place before. Steam curled from giant aluminum pans. The sweet smell of baked beans mixed with smoky barbecue. Fresh biscuits sat wrapped inside clean towels. Bowls of potato salad, greens, macaroni and cheese, candied yams, fried chicken, sliced tomatoes, corn on the cob, and homemade rolls stretched from one end of the table to the other.

At the very end was dessert. Peach cobbler, sweet potato pie. Banana pudding, pound cake. Angela smiled down at you. "Whatchu want baby?" You looked over at every single dish with complete seriousness.

You pointed. "I want macaroni." Angela spooned a generous helping onto her plate. "And chicken." Another piece added. "Beans."

"(Name)," angela laughed, "let me get around the table."

"Oh." You giggled quietly.

Michael waited patiently beside you while katherine fixed his plate. "You like greens?" He asked. You wrinkled your nose. "....not really."

"I don't either."

"You don't?"

He leaned in slightly as if sharing an important secret. "My daddy make us eat em." You gasped dramatically. "My mama too."

"I hide mine"

Your eyes widened. "...you do?"

He nodded. "Sometimes."

"Where?"

He looked around carefully before whispering, "Under the mashed potatoes."

You burst into laughter. Not a little giggle. A real laugh. One that made angela look over her shoulder. "There she is," angela whispered to katherine. "I've been waiting to hear that laugh all day." Katherine smiled warmly as she watched michael grin proudly, clearly pleased that he'd managed to make you laugh

The two children found a nearby shdy spot beneath the big maple tree where several folding chairs had been set up. Their little legs dangled from the oversized metal chairs as they balanced paper plates carefully in their laps.

For a few moments, they simply aye.

You took a bite of macaroni before sneaking a glance at michael, ".....can I ask you something?"

He looked up immediately. "Yeah."

"Do you always sing?"

He blinked. "What you mean?"

"My mama said your family sings."

His face brightened. "Oh!" He nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah."

You looked at him. "Do you like it?"

"I love it."

"What do you sing?"

"Everything." He shrugged. He smiled sheepishly. "Jospeh makes us practice a lot."

"Do you ever get tired?"

He thought about it honestly. ".....sometimes, but I still like it"

You nodded. "My momma says you're gonna be famous one day."

He looked confused. "....what's famous?"

You blinked. "...I don't know" you said shrugging your shoulders.

The two children looked at each other for a beat before dissolving into laughter again. "I gues grown ups just say stuff," you said.

He nodded in a complete agreement. "They do." You smiled warmly this time, no longer trying to hide it. "I think you're nice."

Michaels cheeks lifted into the biggest grin you'd seen all afternoon. "I think you're nice too."

You looked down at your plate for a second before admitting, a little shyly now, ".....I'm sorry I was mean earlier."

Michael simply shrugged in the forgiving way only little kids sometimes can. "It's okay."

"You still wanted to talk to me though."

"Yeah." He nodded

"....why?"

He answered without hesitation. "Cause you looked lonely."

You looked up at him surprised. Nobody had ever said something like that to her before. You hadn't been lonely at least, you didn't think you had. But somehow, hearing it made something inside you soften.

For the first time that day, the cookout didn't feel like a place you'd been dragged to. It felt like somewhere she might actually enjoy staying.

To be continued....

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jermajesty blurb in which reader overhears him calling her needy (not in a bad way) and she takes it the wrong way so she stops being as affectionate as she was and he notices and freaks out because he thinks she’s going to leave him. thank you!!

It happened by accident. You were coming back from the kitchen with two mugs of chocolate milk when you overheard him from the hallway.

"Yeah," Jermajesty said, laughing quietly into his headset. "She's kind of needy."

Your feet stopped mid-step.

Needy.

That was the only word you heard.

Before the mugs could slip from your hands, you quickly set them down on the nearest table. Then, without waiting to hear another word, you turned and walked away.

"It's cute, though. She's always leaning on me, stealing my hoodies, or asking for one more hug before I leave. I love it," he said, eyes still fixed on the game. A quiet smile tugged at his lips. "I love her."

It's embarrassing, honestly. The more you think about it, the worse it sounds.

Maybe you've been smothering him all this time. Maybe all the hugs, the hand-holding, and your constant need to be close have been too much.

So you stop.

You stop curling up beside him while he's checking his phone or producing music. You stop sitting on the arm of his chair. You stop asking for hugs and kisses before he leaves. You even start strictly sleeping on your side of the bed.

You manage to do it all so subtly—or so you think. But Jermajesty knows you better than anyone else, and he notices right away.

"You good?"

"Mhm."

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure."

He reached for your hand as you watched the movie. Instead of lacing your fingers through his like you always did, you only offered him a small smile.

His stomach dropped.

At first, he thinks you're sick—or maybe it's your period. He pulls up the app on his phone, the one he uses to track your cycle. He'd insisted on downloading it months ago so he'd know when not to surprise you with pool days or amusement park dates, figuring cramps and roller coasters didn't exactly mix.

But your period wasn't due for another two weeks.

That's when he starts thinking maybe he's done something wrong.

He replays every conversation you've had over the past week, picking apart every word like he's investigating a crime scene.

By day five, he's genuinely panicking.

You walk into the living room to find him sitting on the couch, staring into space like someone had just told him World War Z was real—and the outbreak had already started.

"Hey," he said. "Hey," you replied. "Can we talk?" His voice was so soft that it made your chest ache.

"Did do something to upset you?"

"What?"

"You're... different." He gestures vaguely. "You don't hug me anymore, you stopped stealing my hoodies, and you barely even touch me."

You stayed quiet.

"Are you leaving me?" Your head snapped up. "What?!" You asked. "I'm serious," he says, hands fidgeting. "If I messed up, just tell me."

"I heard you."

"Heard me what?"

"Calling me needy."

Silence.

"Oh." He squinted. "...Oh." He dragged a hand down his face. "Baby, you didn't hear the rest," he said softly. "I didn't?" You looked at him. "I told my friends that I love that you're needy."

He scooted closer.

"I love that you always want to be around me. That's not a complaint at all, sweet girl. Do you know how cool it is to have a girlfriend who's as obsessed with me as I am with her?"

"Really?"

"Really!" He looked genuinely distressed at this point. "I've been miserable all week trying to figure out why you were pulling away from me."

"I just thought you didn't want me around anymore." Your expression softened. "What?" he asked. "I thought you didn't want me."

Both of you stare at each other for a moment before you both start laughing, equally relieved and embarrassed.

"Can my needy-in-a-good-way girlfriend come here now?" He opened his arms.

You smiled before leaning into his hug.

"Only if my dramatic boyfriend promises to finish his sentences next time."

"We need to get you new ears, but deal."

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