a/n: just some headcanons of what widow!reader would go through after husband!michael passes away😞 feeling angsty tonight, i'm sorry guys:((
++ i hope a writer actually writes a one-shot related to this. if you ever write one, please tag meee!!!
++ i'm not a writer and i will never claim myself as one💔 i have poor wordings n i solely rely on shit ive read before🫡 im incredibly stupid i might be wording things wronggg😭
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⏾⋆.˚ - widow!reader who, late at night, sits on the same chair in their balcony, leaving one chair empty. the one that belonged to him. the balcony they used to spend hours together in—either talking, sharing intimate moments, argue, or just sit there. enjoying each other's presence.
⏾⋆.˚ - widow!reader who turns off all the lights inside their house, to let the moon's glow hit her skin perfectly. the skin michael used to caress and give soft kisses to. it's been so long, yet, they still linger.
⏾⋆.˚ - she looks at the moon with tears forming in her eyes which her late husband used to kiss whenever he notices tears start forming. she wishes he was here to do that, whispering, "don't cry, angel. i'm here", as he continues to wipe her tears away and cupping her face with his soft hands. the same hands that would pull her closer to plant a warm, comforting kiss on her lips. the much needed warmth in this cold night.
⏾⋆.˚ - widow!reader who carries all the letters they used to send to each other back and forth, reading them all in the candlelight—searching for small details, messages, or codes she hasn't noticed before, just to feel something new. bringing them to her chest, being careful and trying not to crumple them, "why'd you have to leave, mike?", she sobbed. oh he'd hate to see her like this.
⏾⋆.˚ - widow!reader who talks to the moon, wishing it was just michael, updating him about what's been happening all while sniffling—trying not to make any loud sounds so their children wouldn't wake up. they may not have been her biological children, but she sure did love them like her own.
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a/n: lowk wrote this w a heavy heart. missing mj so much😕😕yeah, that's all for now. i know this sucks🙂↕️🙂↕️ i warned yall im not a writer!! i just felt rlly angsty tonight, n i love angst sooo😓 i hope you guys liked this!
ps. im serious about begging writers to make a one-shot about this. i love angst so muhchchchc pls tag me if u make one
sooo who's kind enough go make a one-shot where reader mourns husband!mj and talks to the moon as if she's talking to him... and reminisces on the past memories they had while he was still there... PLEASE, SOMEBODY😭
You're an artist, you have your own art studio in your house that you share with your husband!Michael. Everyday you'd spend hours in that studio painting, drawing, sculpting, and printmaking. Art was your passion and Michael supported you every step of the way. After putting in long hours working on an art piece one day you walk through your house to wash up, your face covered in sweat and paint, your hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, and your hands messier than ever, you walk past Mikey. He puts his arms around you and pulls you close. "Michael stop I'm filthy," he wouldn't listen instead he gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. "Y/n, we've been married for 4 years now, I don't care how dirty you are or how much you've sweat, you are the love of my life and you're so fucking cute when you've finished being artsy. You are my cute little artist and fuck I love you with ever piece of my body every ounce of me I love you, you are the reason I wake up every morning with that idiotic smile plastered on my face and the reason I go to bed with that same smile there. You are mine and I will never stop thinking you're the cutest human out there."
Lately Michael has been coming home super late and has barely been talking to you. In result you're jumping to conclusions. "what is he doing? Is he cheating? Does he not want to be around me?" He finally is home before midnight, and you decide to have a talk. "Michael you cannot just leave me here all day and crawl in bed at 2am and expect me to be okay with this. You're constantly out late and never spending time with me, I know you're recording but the other boys have time for their girlfriends??" You sound extremely worrisome. "Y/N I know what this looks like. Please just let me explain." Shaking your head, "THERE IS NOTHING TO EXPLAIN MICHAEL IF YOU DONT LOVE ME FINE," now screaming at him, you knew this wouldn't end well. After two years of dating and a year and a half of living together he's now cheating. "Please, just listen," maybe you should maybe he isn't cheating. Maybe. "FUCK YOU MICHAEL," you start to punch at him, but suddenly he stops you grabbing your fist and holding it still. "Y/N listen to me," with a sigh he continues, "lately I've been out because I was decorating us a new flat instead of this dinky little apartment. I know how much you loved that flat back in Melbourne so I bought it and I had it decorated like you used to describe to me when we first were dating. I love you and please don't ever think I would do anything wrong or stay late just to avoid you. I love you with all my hair." Pushing a small piece of your hair behind your ear, kneeling down on one knee, " Please make me the happiest punk rock kid there ever was and move in with me and be my wife. Please marry me, Y/N, complete me and spend the rest of our lovely lives with me." Tearing up you choke up, "Yes Michael yes!" You never saw this coming. You were truly in love with Michael Clifford.
It's 3am and morning sickness is already kicking your butt. You've been in the bathroom sick for about 15 minutes and suddenly the door opens. You turn to see your beautiful husband Michael walking towards you. "Baby you know you can wake me up when you're sick," holding your hair back with one hand and rubbing your back with another. "Even when you're sick you're still the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. I cannot wait for our child to get here. I love you," kissing your forehead while he cleans your mouth up.
okay but husband!michael would be awesome - aside from the occasional stray pizza box, chopsticks and mountain dew bottles strewn across the apartment - like he’d just randomly comment on how hot you looked, even if you were just lounging around with a bowl of popcorn while in your underwear, and anytime you ever wanted to have sex then you’d just flip a coin to decide who tops - though if you ever lost it then you decided to go on your side - but mostly he’d just love to love you (does that make any sense?) like he’d always introduce you to everyone - whether they knew you two were married or not - as the love of his life with some bullshit overly romanticized story about how the two of you met or how he proposed but even then he’d still find himself stumbling over his words overtime you slowly stripped in front of him or kissed him so tenderly all he knew was he was hopelessly in love with you.
Pairing: Michael & Reader (includes baby girl Clifford)
Word Count: 400+
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Recently, your little girl had been fascinated by watching you put make-up on in the mornings and taking it off in the evenings. She would sit on the end o your bed and watch as you picked up different brushes, dipping them in various things before applying them to your face. You were in the kitchen preparing dinner, whilst Michael, your husband was upstairs getting your 4 year old ready to eat. You began putting the food onto plates when you heard your little girl’s giggling from upstairs, you placed a saucepan down and began making your way to her bedroom.
You rounded the corner to her room, but stopped at the doorway when you noticed what was happening. She’d some how managed to get her hands on your make-up and was currently smearing it all over Michael’s face. You couldn’t see his face but you knew it would probably look like her barbie doll house threw up on his face. You stepped inside the room, your daughter, who’s tongue was sticking out and was dabbing an eye shadow on her fathers cheek, looked up and grinned.
‘Mummy look!’ she lisped, having not long lost her two front teeth.
You stepped behind her and took in Michael appearance. He had bronzer and blusher all over his face, some on his neck and chest, whilst a bright blue eye shadow has been put on his eye lids and chin, a deep red smeared on his lips and lip area.
‘You look amazing, babe!’ you grinned, holding back a giggle.
‘I feel amazing’ he sighed, knowing he’d do anything for his princess.
‘Food’s ready though so how ‘bout daddy gets this off his face and we grab something to eat hmm?’ you asked, pulling your little girls hair back behind her shoulders.
‘Can you take a picture mummy? I want to show Uncle Luke’ she grinned, clapping her hands together.
‘Oh, of course baby’ you smirked, knowing Michael couldn’t argue with her little face.
You snapped a quick picture and picked up your daughter. You both made your way downstairs, you popped her in front of the TV whilst you finished dishing up. You were about to call for them both when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a chin landed on your shoulder.
‘It burns’ Michael groaned, rubbing his face into your neck.
‘That’s because make-up isn’t meant for men’ you smirked, turning in his arms and getting a look at him.
He’d got most of it off, a light blue stain still painted on his chin, the red lipstick stained his light pink pout.
‘Go get your daughter, Michelle’ you teased, gasping as he grabbed your butt before heading into the living room to get your little baby girl.
Lol imagine after getting married to Michael whenever you go out in public he makes a large scene, waving his newly decorated ring finger yelling "ladies and gentlemen, don't try to get with this, I'm a married man." And then he points to you "to that fine piece of ass over there" and you would say you hate it but secretly love how much he’s in love with you.
