Michael’s reader girlfriend started her cycle in the middle of the night and bleeds through the sheets.She’s so embarrassed;she tried to sneakily clean it up and that’s when Michael woke up. He wakes up because he didn’t feel her in the bed anymore (since she fell asleep in his arms)He reassures her that everything is fine and that they can wash the sheets.
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lmao i normally do like 3 square photos as a mini moodboard for my fic but i didn't know what to do this time so i settled for a gif
genre: fluff, one shot, comfort au, domestic au, established relationship, no mj era specified
content: you started menstruating in the middle of the night. feeling frustrated and embarrassed you had bled through the bedsheets, you tried to clean up without waking michael up but it didn’t go to plan. he coaxes you into letting him take care of you.
word count: 2.1k
warnings: fem!reader, no race specified for reader, menstruation/periods mentioned, blood mentioned, sanitary products mentioned (not specified), hygiene discussions, reader feels embarrassed, talks about emotional changes, gentle but firm mj (soft dom?)
a/n: i had to wrack my brain for this for a bit because periods are sensitive and every woman experiences them differently and i did my best to keep it simple/neutral and not go into ooc territory. tysm for the ask anon! hope i delivered what you were looking for.
shoutout to my moots @brownsugarletters @izzyy8 @stormatsea6 for helping me proofread/write this out as i bounced ideas off of them.
tags: @hannimite @cermoore @michaelssugarbby @miratate @liberiangirl7 @botdfaholic (dm me if you wanna be in the taglist)
Your subconscious forced you awake from your deep slumber before the pain in your abdomen did, the crippling heat under the blankets came afterwards. You released a deep breath to distract your brain from the overwhelming combination of debilitating pain and discomfort as your brain tried to wake up. You concluded it was the start of shark week and a muffled groan left your throat. Michael was fast asleep behind you, his soft breaths tickled the back of your neck, his arm was slung over your waist and your legs were tangled. Normally, you would bask in the intimacy of him spooning you within his warmth and you would snuggle right back but in the present time it was suffocating.
You flipped the blanket off your body before you shifted a little bit to crane your neck and check the damage and grimaced deeply- you had definitely bled through your pj’s. You slowly removed Michael’s arm from its grip on your waist and shifted to untangle your legs from under his and hoisted yourself off the bed, immediately feeling relief from the warmth radiating from his body and being cocooned under the covers. You hobbled your way into the bathroom, turned on the light and winced at the stark lighting momentarily blinding you, and shut the door as quickly but quietly as possible to not wake your sleeping beau up before you flung open the cabinet to grab your sanitary product of choice. You slid off your now crimson stained bottoms off and put them in the laundry basket, you set up your towel and the sanitary product for easy reach, and hopped in the shower. You used the handheld showerhead to thoroughly clean off your lower half. It was a race against time to dry off before you started bleeding again but you managed to pull it off with shaky hands and then you made quick use of the sanitary product.
You cursed at yourself for not grabbing a pair of underwear or pj bottoms or anything which meant you had to go back out into the bedroom where Michael was still sleeping to look for some. At least it was dark enough that you could sneak around. With the quietness of a mouse, you opened the bathroom door, leaving it open in the tiniest sliver to use it as light as you moved to the closet to rummage for something to wear. You managed to pull out some loose boy shorts with your fingers, you let your towel drop and you quickly slipped them on.
Now came the next task of cleaning up the blood on the sheets. You couldn’t pull the sheets off because Michael was sleeping, his breathing was steady as he laid on his back now. You moved close to the bed to check the damage dealt, relieved to see it was only a bit of spotting. With nimble footsteps akin to a feline, you quietly left the bedroom to go digging in the laundry room for some detergent and a small brush which you slightly wetted under the sink. You walked back to the bedroom and quietly made your way to the bed. You began to pour a tiny bit of the detergent and used the wet brush to gently scrub away the blood on the bedsheet.
You were a few moments into scrubbing when you froze in your spot like a deer in headlights because Michael stirred before he moved to his side, facing you. Maybe it was the bit of light creeping from the bathroom, or the sound of your scrubbing or the cold feeling replacing you in the bed but it looked like he was waking up. “Mmm, baby?” he slurred as his arm reached for you, still in the vestiges of sleep but he was quickly made aware that you weren’t next to him and his eyes slowly opened to see you hovering over the bed. “What’s wrong?” he slowly rose with an elbow propped up. Even in the limited lighting, you could still make out his figure on the bed. He still looked adorable with his doe eyes blinking to rid them of the sleep plaguing him and his glossy hair mussed from sleep. “Did I wake you?” you asked, guilt coated your voice. You knew he struggled with sleep and the one time he managed to stay asleep for the night, you had interrupted him. “No, I just couldn’t feel you in bed. Now tell me, what’s wrong ma?” he answered, his eyes fell on your side of the bed before understanding dawned on him.
“It’s nothing. Go back to sleep, baby, I’ll join you soon. Promise.” you reassured him as you continued to scrub the bloodstain. He quickly flung off the covers and got out of bed to move to the end of the room to turn on the lights and now everything could be seen clearly. He came back to the bed on your side. “Mich-” you began but paused when he grabbed your wrist gently to stop you from scrubbing. He grabbed your shoulders and looked deep into your eyes, as if sternly telling you to stop protesting. He reached down to lift the bedsheet from the corner. “It’s okay I was cleaning it. You can go back to sleep.” you said as you grabbed his arm. He said nothing but in one swift yet gentle maneuver he had lifted you in his arms bridal style before he plopped you down on the chair at your vanity. “Baby, please go back to bed.” you said, your voice wobbled at the end as you felt embarrassed and insecure because he figured it out and guilty for waking him up in the middle of the night. He crouched down at your feet as he rubbed your knees tenderly, “You’re hurting. Let me take care of you, mama. It’s okay.” You shook your head as you moved to get up, and he gripped your hips to keep you seated, “Sit down, [reader].”
He had said your name. Not a pet name or a nickname but your name. You sat at the vanity but still quietly simmered in your embarrassment and guilt. Michael had been with you long enough to know you didn’t want to ask him for help with anything, and it hurt his heart but he understood. He also understood that sometimes you just needed to be handled sternly instead of letting you do what you thought you had to do. With time, his relationship with you has taught him how to tend to you, even when you felt stubborn or a bit sensitive, and didn't want his help because he learned when and how to use his better judgment. Now it was his time to take care of his lady and he’d be damned if was going to sit back and watch her suffer in silence when he could be doing something to help ease her pain.
Michael moved back to the bed and checked the blankets to see if they got stained. “Baby, it’s gross. Please I can-” you insisted. “It’s not gross.” he said, cutting you off. He immediately stopped fussing with the blankets and walked over to you to kneel at your feet again. He gently clasped your hands in his, brushing a soft kiss on your knuckles, “It’s natural. Your body is going through a lot of changes right now. I can’t take your pain away. God, I wish I could.” He paused, his voice was incredibly tender as he took a small breath and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, maybe to calm you or maybe to mull his words over, “It hurts me to see you hurting. But I can help you with things without making a fuss. I want to. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I plan to spend my entire life with you and I’ve been with you long enough, angel. You think I care about some blood?”
Your eyes were already teary as you stared down at your hands in his warm grasp, your emotions went into overdrive, feeling overwhelmed but gratitude was the standout feeling as you sniffled. You couldn’t help some of the tears dropping on Michael’s large hands. One of his hands moved to caress your cheek with such reverence that your heart stuttered in your chest. Still on his knees, his hand cradled your jaw before he reached up to press a tender kiss to your lips. All your reservations melted away as your own hands reached to cup his slender face. He parted the kiss and gently wiped away your tears with his thumbs, “Now sit still and let me take care of you, woman.” he said as he stood up, his voice held some humour and that made you smile as you sat meekly, all your complaints had finally died down.
Michael walked to the bed to fold the blankets into a rough lump as he looked around the room for a spot, not wanting to put them on the floor. “Here, I can hold them.” you said and your hands reached out to receive them. He smiled sheepishly as he made his way to you and plopped the blankets on your lap. He giggled, essentially seeing a mound of fluff piled up to your chest and you giggled with him. Michael then aggressively pulled the sheets and bundled them up before he tossed them on the floor, his frantic actions made you quietly laugh from your spot at the vanity. He then walked to the closet to pull out a new set of sheets and unfurled them while he walked to the bed. He made quick work of placing the new sheets and changed the pillow covers just as quickly. He walked over to you to grab the blankets from your hold and laid them over the new sheets. All of the work was done with efficiency and without any fuss, it made you wonder why you were embarrassed to begin with and denied his care.
“Get in bed, mama. I’ll be right back.” he spoke softly as he fluffed your pillows some more and left the room after carrying the dirty sheets, the brush and detergent you grabbed from the laundry room. You went to the toilet to do your business, you made sure to check your sanitary product and there was no leakage. You released a deep breath, exhausted beyond explanation as you left the bathroom and walked to the now clean bed and settled under the covers. Michael came back with a tray and he kicked the door shut before he placed the tray on your bedside table and he said, "We'll worry about the laundry tomorrow." He lifted a cup with some pale yellow liquid and gave it to you, “Here drink this. Chamomile tea and some ginger.” You grasped the warm cup in your hands, blowing a few times before taking a tentative sip and your face pinched up in a grimace. He snorted before he tucked a stray hair behind your ear gently, “I know sweetheart, but I promise it’ll make you feel better.”
You looked up at him, “Can you turn down the aircon? I feel a bit warm.” He said nothing but moved to the temperature controls and did as you asked. He then moved to gently place the back of his hand on your forehead and neck, checking if you were feverish. You said nothing as you secretly folded under his touch and felt giddy that he was doting on you. “You don’t seem sick. Are you feeling better?” he concluded. You nodded, “Much. Thank you.” This made him beam with a boyish grin. You had finally finished your tea, the cooler temperature made you comfortable enough to feel drowsy as you lifted your legs on the bed. “Do you want some painkillers?” Michael asked tentatively. You shook your head as you looked up at him, your eyes felt heavier than before, “Just want you.” His heart may as well have melted into a puddle on the floor.
Michael walked to the other end of the room to turn off the lights before he walked back to the bed and quickly got under the covers. The both of you shifted closer to each other, his arm went under your head while his other hand rested over your tummy as he began to gently massage in soothing, circular motions. His hand was big and warm, it was akin to a heat pack. “You’ll always have me, baby.” he said softly and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You tried to scoot further into his hold which made Michael hold you tighter and tangle your legs together, as sleep slowly creeped into your mind. Michael continued to massage your stomach, around your waist, back, hips and thighs, coaxing you into sleep sooner. Your breathing had evened out soon after his soothing touches. “I love you.” he said as he pressed another kiss behind your ear, his voice was barely a whisper but the devotion in it was loud.
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watch out for chapter one of a new mj slowburn series ‘girlfriend’ coming out in the next few days heavily based on ‘girlfriend’, my fav song on otw!
! teaser excerpt :
“your boyfriend… he doesn’t even treat you like his girlfriend! he treats you…” michael shakes his head… unable to finish. he doesn’t want to crush you. he knows you cant see it, you cant see how clear it is that this new ‘boy-toy’ you had was treating you terribly! he was just using you! michael was sure of it. he would never, in a million years, treat you that way. gosh, if he just had the chance to show you how amazing love can really be…
Summary- Your wedding day was everything you dreamed of. But the best part? Michaels vows.
You looked in the mirror as you smoothed out your dress. It was a flowing dress, off the shoulder with a sheer corset. It was almost time for you to walk down the aisle. You held onto your bouquet and admired how you looked. This is exactly how you envisioned yourself looking on your wedding day since you were a little girl.
It was a cool day in September, the weather was perfect for an outdoor ceremony. You and Michael picked a smaller venue, only inviting family and close friends. You didn’t want it to be a public spectacle, just something small and intimate.
Your dad knocked on the door, smiling as he reached his arm out for you to take. “You look stunning, baby. I love you so much.”
“I love you too dad.” You wiped a stray tear off of his cheek. The two walked to the doors that led to the outside.
You could see Michael, his brothers, and your bridesmaids already standing in front of the decorated gazebo. He looked nervous, wringing his hands together as he talked to his brothers. Once the violinist started playing, he stopped talking and looked towards the door.
You took a breath as the doors opened, catching his eye immediately. You could see his bottom lip start to quiver before he put his hand over his mouth. He looked almost shocked. His eyes filled with tears and you had to will yourself to not cry, not wanting to smudge your makeup.
As your father led you down the aisle, the only thought running through your head was, “Don’t trip, don’t trip, please god don’t trip.”
Once you got up to the front you handed your bouquet to your maid of honor. Giving your dad a kiss on the cheek you turned to Michael and grabbed his hands.
“You look beautiful angel.” His voice was shaky, obviously trying to not cry more than he already had.
“You’re one to talk handsome.” You said with a wink.
The priest cleared his throat and started to speak. In all honesty you didn’t hear what he was saying. You were captivated with Michaels eyes. He was looking at you like you personally hung the moon. His eyes were still filled with tears and you had to blink your own back.
“Michael, you can state your vows first.” The priest nodded to him and he let go of your hands. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notebook. The two of you had bought them together a couple days ago, your book matched his.
He let out a shaky sigh before he spoke:
“You came into my life when I needed you most. I remember the first time I saw you. Even in the dark you looked breathtaking. I was looking for a friend but I found my soulmate instead.
You were the light in my darkness. You are my anchor, my safe space, my heaven. When Thriller took off and everything changed, you didn't run. You held my hand through it all. When it got too overwhelming, you kept me sane. You reminded me who I am.
To you I’ve never been “Michael Jackson”, I’m just Mike. You have no idea how badly I need that. You’re my constant reminder of all the good in this world. When you smile at me I feel like I can move mountains. When we dance in the kitchen at three in the morning because I can't sleep, you remind me to slow down.
I don’t think I have the words to describe my love for you, but today I’ll try. Every time I look at you I still get butterflies. When you grab my hand I will follow you anywhere. You have been my biggest cheerleader since the day we met. You’ve never put a limit on my dreams, you give me the confidence to grow.
You are my muse, my inspiration, my lifeline. I love you forever. I will love you for the rest of this life and into the next. I will follow you wherever you need me to go. When things get scary I’ll grab your hand and we’ll go through it together. I promise to stand by you no matter what. I’ll always be there when you need me. I love you so much angel, I can’t wait to start the rest of my life with you.”
You put a hand over your mouth to keep a sob from escaping. Hearing those words made it more real. Wiping a tear off of your cheek, you had to remind yourself that you can't kiss him yet. You turned to your maid of honor and she passed you your notebook. With shaky hands you opened it and started to speak.
“Michael,
I can't believe this day is finally here. I’ve dreamt of this day since I was a little girl. I never would've thought I’d be marrying the man I ran into on a random Tuesday. When I first talked to you I knew I had met someone special. You’re the only person I can talk to without getting bored.
From the nightly phone calls when you’re away, to talking each other's ears off when we can't sleep. You know me better than I know myself. Somehow you manage to know what I’m thinking before I even say it out loud.
You are my constant reminder that there is good in the world. When things get overwhelming I know that I can always run into your arms at the end of the day. When we’re apart I feel like half of my heart is missing. You complete me, Michael.
You are my sunshine on a gloomy day. The air beneath my wings, and my best friend. I can't imagine walking through life with anyone else. Somedays I look at you and wonder how I got so lucky.
I promise to love you when things get hard. When the noise outside gets too loud, just know that I’ll be your refuge. When you need me I will take your hand and be there with you every step of the way.
I vow to hold you when things get tough. I’ll always remind you that I see you for you. The man who loves quiet mornings on the porch. The man who will talk to me under the stars for hours. The man who will do funny dances and songs with me when the mood strikes. The man who will sing me to sleep on particularly hard nights.
I love you more than you’ll ever know. I hope you know that I will always be here to support you. I will always do everything in my power to make your dreams come true. I will love you until my dying breath and whatever comes after.”
It was Michael's turn to cry. He covered his face and let out a few silent cries. You wiped a tear off of his cheek before getting past the ring box. You smiled as you looked at the gold band you had picked out with him.
The pastor's words flew past your ears and before you knew it the two of you were saying “I do”.
“You may now kiss the bride.” The priest hardly finished his sentence when Michael grabbed both sides of your face and kissed you.
It was passionate. Another vow of commitment. A vow to always love each other no matter what. You almost didn’t want to pull away but reluctantly did when you heard the applause from your family.
You laughed and lifted your bouquet into the air, cheering along with them. Michael looked at you with a smile of his own.
This was the start of forever, and there's nobody else you’d rather go through life with.
Trying to convince your boyfriend, Michael Jackson to go trick or treating….
“But Mikey” you whined, a pout dragging down your lips.
In your hands there were two costumes that you had picked up. For the past week you had been begging Michael to go out, even buying a costume that would conceal him completely.
“Baby, you know it too risky” he sat down beside you on your couch. A bowl of popcorn in his hand.
“Let’s just stay in” he grabbed the tv remote his other hand pulling you in closer, “i already have a movie picked out and everything.”
You huffed. Shoving Michael’s arm off you and storming off towards your room. Mumbling frustrated words as you purposefully slammed the door shut. Michael flinched at the sound. He knew how much Halloween meant to you. Even if you were getting a little too old for it…
But his main concern was about being spotted and putting you in danger. As much as he appreciated his fans he knew how crazy some of them could be. Michael stood and made his way to your room. Softly knocking on the door and as expected you didn’t respond. Luckily, you left the door unlocked. Saving Michael the hassle of having to climb through your window. Which he has done before in the past. You never seem to remember to lock it despite all of Michael’s ridiculing.
The door creaked opened as Michael peaked his head inside. You were lying on your bed reading a magazine with your back facing the door. Michael walked inside.
“Baby?” The bed sinked underneath Michael’s weight. His body hovered over yours.
There was no response.
“I’m so sorry” his head dipped down towards the side of your face, placing delicate kiss along it, “if I could go you know I would.”
Kisses were placed along your jaw line before slipping down to your neck. Hitting all your sensitive spot. You knew Michael was doing it on purpose to get some sort of reaction out of you. But you wouldn’t give in just yet. Still lazily flipping through your magazine though you were hardly paying attention to it. Biting your lip to conceal any noise that wanted to slip out.
“I’ll put your favorite movie on” he talked sweetly rubbing your lower back with his hand.
Unintentionally you leaned into his touch. Michael took notice. A playful smirk tugging at his lips.
“We could eat all the candy you want,” your body tensed.
his voice dropped lower, “And the we could….”
One of his hands snaked down to your ass. Giving it a sharp slap that caused you to squeal.
You rolled onto your back, “Mikey!”
Your expression harden as Michael laughed.
“You are so annoying!” You whined.
The magazine playfully smacked against his shoulder.
Michael was unfazed by it. Only laughing harder til the point his stomach began to ache.
The way I hit my 1k+ on two of my fics??????? wtf??????? I’ve only been writing for a month and a half???????? I love you all???? And we’re almost at 200?????? Y’all make me feel so loved and talented on here??????? Vamp Michael dropping tonight or tmrw who want smut as a thank you??????
