ใSummary: Michael has always been a perfectionist. A man of control. But after a change in diet, his control and your relationship begin to waver.
Contains... fantasy AU, werebear!michael, wife reader, black reader, angst, Michael being a terrible communicator and kind of toxic, suggestive, Jackson family, Mother K is here!
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Today, you see your husband for the first time in two months. Two whole months, you almost couldnโt believe it.
Your separation wasnโt caused by argument, at least not entirely. It was the HIStory tour. After seeing Michaelโs itinerary and the pressure from his doctors to shed his long-time vegan diet for a protein-focused one.ย
An idea you werenโt entirely opposed to, Michael needed the energy if he was to continue dancing the way he does, but what worried you was his were-form. Michael is a disciplined man, but even with years of restraint under his belt, even you knew an increase in protein would make his were-form harder to contain.ย
The media is already set on destroying Michael. You couldnโt bear to watch the media twist something so natural and uniquely Michael into something heinous. His fur form is one of the few private luxuries he has left. To share that with the world would mean accepting unruliness. Something Michael wasnโt fond of.
Your mind couldnโt help but spiral into what-ifs. A malfunction on stage, a rowdy fan startling himโanything could cause him to transform. Big or small.ย
Michael stuffed his hands into his pockets. Watching you read his tour itinerary with tight brows. You were in the shared comfort of your bedroom, just weeks before his tour was scheduled to start. "Soโฆ what'dya think?โ You didnโt respond immediately, finding the right words to express your worries. Sensing turmoil Michael lifted your hand to his lips, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against the back of your palm. "Nothing will happen, Ma. Iโve gone on tour before.โ
โYouโve never gone on like this, Michael. Iโฆโ You suck in a breath. โI don't think you should go.โ Michaelโs shoulders tense at your words, a frown drooping his sharp features. โYou think I canโt do it?โ
โI think you should take it easy. Anything could triggerโ" "That wonโt happen," Michael cut in. His voice pointed despite maintaining a soft lilt.
Michael never raised his voice at you. As the two of you argued that night, you were left with an uneasy feeling in your gut. Maybe it was selfish to leave your husband, to watch him tour without you by his side.ย
But you were stubborn and so was he. Michael is dead set on proving you wrong, that he was just as capable of controlling himself as the rest of his family is. Even if youโd never mentioned them that night, he couldnโt see it any other way.
Your decision to stay back weighed heavily in Michaelโs mind. Each spin, each kick, and each note he hit was a testament to will. He wanted you to see it, wanted you to feel how ruthless he could be in his restraint.
Calls became tight and infrequent. The strain of distance and unresolved disputes causing endlessly tiring arguments every time his number shone on your receiver.
Under your anger stood loneliness. You missed him. Missed hearing a voice devoid of pettiness, soft mornings wrapped in bed, and nights tangled in satin sheets. You were pent up, and seeing him dance handsomely across the stage from the ranch's TV didnโt help your growing frustration either.ย
Neither of you would admit the desperation between you, too prideful to be the one to fold first. Your stance on keeping Michael away from the limelight began to waver with each flawless performance. Were you overreacting? No, surely not. Youโve seen the force he has to contain. He canโt hold it forever. Though he seems dead set on trying.
You were surprised when he told you heโd rented out an entire hotel floor for him and his mother, who had been accompanying him for the final five shows. What surprised you, however, was when he timidly asked you to join him. Having already organized your flight and everything. All he needed was a "yes."
Despite all your arguments, you couldnโt stay away from each other for long. With feigned nonchalance you accepted. A traitorous flutter of excitement in your stomach as he told you what time to be ready for Bill to pick you up.ย
Media scrutiny often plagued Michaelโs mind, but for the past two weeks, all he could think of was the undeniable tension between the two of you. The call he received from Bill to let him know you were on the plane and resting made his excitement grow.
He should cut the frivolous arguments; heโs above it, but he wants you to know how controlled he can be. That age or diet hasn't changed his restraint. Being what he is doesn't have to be cause for concern.ย
To hear those graceful words of admittance fall from your lips has been his driving force for months now.
Sitting in your first-class suite, eyes locked on the bustling clouds, you think back to Michaelโs flat words, "You deserve only the best.โ Sometimes you hated how generous he could be. It left him vulnerable to being used, and that's all you could see from this situation. If things went bad or good, bare or not, the press would spin it another way and benefit from it.
You just wanted Michael safe. He already had a target on his back; he didn't need another.
After arriving at the hotel, you marvel at the grandness of the building. Concrete extending to the heavens above, fountains lining the building, and limos of visiting A-listers scattered around. Bill helped you unpack, unloading your many suitcases filled with clothes and other essentials that were, of course, bought with Michaelโs card. You deserved the best after all.ย
With the place to yourself for the time being, you decided to fill the deafening loneliness of the space by reading in the lavish living room. The TV is softly humming in the background, adding soothing ambiance to drown out the bustling city outside. Michael made sure you were comfortable in your wait for him. Angry or not, he was still going to treat you right.
The privacy the secluded floor brought was welcomed; Michael didnโt want paparazzi or rogue fans slipping in to possibly disturb the both of you once he reached Mother K. Extra security was a must given how rowdy things could get wherever he was involved.
Your thoughts wandered from the book in front of you, reminiscing on how filled those golden pants were while performing. Since the tour began, his hearty diet has widened his figure. You thought Michael was fine before, but now? Your husband was thick. You sighed; maybe it was time to let the argument go and admit you were wrong.ย
Perhaps it was the heat between your legs or the activities youโd get up to once he returned. You were tired of the fights. Calls spent avoiding โI love youโsโ just to win an argument.
As you rehearse what youโre going to say and mentally prepare yourself for a smug โI told you soโ from him; you couldnโt help but smile at the complaints you would finally hear from him about gruelling nights and irritating managers.
To seem invincible, he stopped complaining to you all together. A shared intimacy you missed.
While your husband wasnโt one to lie, he is one to exaggerate. Sometimes you wonder why he didnโt become an actor.
The sound of the latest headline flashing across the TV cuts through your thoughts.
โBeast or singer? Singer Michael Jackson was caught bursting into an argument with paparazzi after leaving his hotel. In a shocking turn of events the conflict ended in the singer mutating into a burly animal, attacking a photographer in the process.ย
Excitement scatters from your body as the news anchors drone on. Two months worth of fears materialize right in front of you.
โShit!"
The footage was shaky but unmistakable as your husband. If it weren't for his soft eyes that flashed on screen, you wouldn't be able to distinguish him from a wild bear.
Stumbling to the kitchen phone, you stand by the counter shakily dialling Michaelโs number. Eyes stay glued to the shaky footage of Michael cursing at paparazzi from the living room.ย
The transformation was the quickest, strongest one youโve ever seen. Sparkle barely settled over the parted window before a clawed paw swiped at paparazzi. A territorial growl striking through the startled shouts of fans, reporters, and paparazzi alike.ย ย
Michael is already going through hell with the press; another scandal is the last thing he needs.
Snug and tight to your ear, you hear the phone ring outโstraight to voicemail. Michaelโs sing-songy voice spilling from the phone. โSoooorrryyyy hee-hee, I canโt come to the phooOOonne right now; pleaaassseee leave a message after theโโช"
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That cheeky littleโ โThis nigga.โ You huffed, slamming the phone back in its holder.
It took forty minutes of restless waiting before you heard his limo pull into the hotel. Followed by chaotic shouts and insufferable questions from reporters who came to get an after-party scoop of the whole ordeal.
Flying down marble stairs, you rushed down to the lobby to greet Michael.
Faced with Michael for the first time in two months, he hides behind his shades. Even so, his head remains downcast.ย
An unreadable expression crosses your face. Dread, fear, anger, and want all collide into one behind your eyes.ย
You warned him, and he refused to listen. Now, he can't face you.ย
Beside him, Katherine stands uneasy, clutching her coat tight to her side. Biting your tongue, you tug her into an embrace. Capitalizing on the moment to dull the impact of your husband's indifference.ย
โMama K, are you alright? I heard the news."ย
Katherine soothingly pats your back. A hollow gesture, only suited to comfort herself, really.ย
โIโm alright, dear. Donโt worry about me." Her voice, like all of Michaelโs family, held a gentleness no matter the situation.
Over Katherine's shoulder, you're faced with Michaelโs aviator-clad face. Your stomach wretches at the sight.
Itโs been forty minutes since Michael ushered his mother onto the veranda. The sliding door was slightly ajar, yet their voices remained too low for eavesdropping sake.ย
Having a mere glance with your husband before the two of you guided his trembling mother to your suite, suitcases in tow.
Upon entering the room, Michael ushered his mother to the porch, eyes avoiding yours.
Michael let the evening breeze lull his nerves, racing thoughts that once hazed his mind hours ago fading in and out of coherency as his mother's words enveloped him. โJoe will make this go away, Mike."
Dread twists deep in his gut at the mention of his father. Hands tightly moulding into one another till his fingers paled. "No," squeezes from his throat.
โMike โฆโ
His eyes snap shut. Sweat lining his hairline as cold silence presses the air. Old fears threaten to bubble over, raising painfully familiar tan fur against his forearms. Seeing the hairs rising, Mama K extends a soothing hand. Michael tenses, jolting away as if acid kisses touched his skin. With a slap of skin, his large hand covers his forearm. โI'm okay, ma.โ
Sickening waves of regret wash over Michael as the memory of the altercation hours before resurfaces. Swallowing him whole.
He, Bill, and his mother had barely stepped out of the lavish hotel. Naively, Michael brushed off Billโs concern of paparazzi, wild fans, and the overwhelm that could come with it. Especially since Michael insisted surrounding himself in security was unnecessary as โweโre only walking to the car, Bill. Itโs right there." Pointing towards the limo conveniently parked a couple of feet away.
Within minutes, blinding lights and screams of shock filled the area. Threatening to flood the hotel entrance as Bill began to clear a path for Michael and his mother. โJust right there, huh?โ Bill had groaned, receiving a sympathetic grin from Michael.
Around the halfway mark, Bill averted his focus from paparazzi for a moment to herd fans so the three of them could make their escape.ย
Left on their own, Michael let go of his motherโs hand to sign a CD for a young fan. "Michaelโ" The sound of his mother's startled voice made his head snap around.
Paparazzi managed to jostle Michaelโs mother out of the way in an attempt to get more candid pictures of him. The moment was brief, but it was enough for Michaelโs mother to nearly tip over her feet. In an instant, Michaelโs arms wrapped under her arms, holding her steady. Soft โI'm okay's" fell on deaf ears as rage rushed straight to his head.ย
โDonโt touch my mother," his voice, swallowed by rapid camera shudders, spat out by the growing overwhelm from fans shouting for attention.
โMr. Jackson, when is your next show?โ
โI-โ
โSet the record straight; are the allegations true?โ
Seeing the growing tension and the unmistakable jade flash behind Mike's eyes, Bill urged into Michaelโs side, โJoker, c'mon, we've got to go.โ A light nudge accompanying his wavering tone for the escalating situation. Praying Michael's confronting stance loosened so they could make their escape.
Paparazzi relished in Michaelโs upset, prodding further to capture priceless footage of the superstarโs aggression, a rare sight whose narrative would surely be spun for the masses.ย
Billโs words hadnโt fallen on deaf ears; Michael knew better than to fuel tabloids. He learned as much from the Oprah fallout.
Swallowing his pride, Michael turned, continuing to guide his mother with a protective hand to the limo, praying his aviators hid his irritation from the sea of cameras. He could already hear the headlines: โWacko Jacko has gone wild!" "Wacko Jacko fights the press." "Wacko Jacko thisโJacko that."
Fans who had waited hours just to see Michael leave his hotel continued to scream for a mere glance. Voices stacking on one another till incoherence was the only way to describe the scene. Blinding flashes leaving him exposed. Seeing through the flimsy wall his aviators brought.
Michael sucked in a breath as he and his mother slid into their seats. A camera shoves its way into the window, lodging the protruding barrel of the lens between the windowโs frames. Stopping Michael from closing it. Before Bill could move the reporter away, their grating voice struck straight through him.
โIs it true that you married your wife for PR?โ
The smell of metal and hot plastic filled his lungs, vision blurring at the edges, arms prickling, muffled fans raging in support of Michael dulling to static.
SHHHRRRRRFFFTT
A blur of emerald glimmer filled the car, a tanned paw spearing out, choking the camera's neck. โBack up, youโre too close.โ A deep guttural growl eases off his tongue, teeth bared. The top of his head hits the car's ceiling, struggling to accommodate the growth accompanying his bear form.
With one tug of his burly arm, he tears the camera barrel. Beheading the device. Shards of glass scatter throughout the car, stray pieces wedging into his coarse fur, jagged burns spurring him on.
His mother's startled shouts sting his ears, pressing against the expanse of his furred head as the realization of what he had done dawns on him. The rage-filled haze cleared to show the interviewers' bewildered expression.
โLet's go! Let's go!โ Bill shouted, jolting the car into gear. Michael slowly looked back to where he had just shattered the lens, his hand plastered with the evidence of his fury. Shimmering dust reenters the car as Michael comes back to himself, fear fleeing for another day.
โI'llโฆ think about it.โ Hauling himself off the porch step, Michael extends a hand for his mother.
Mama K nods solemnly, quietly hoping you would convince him Joe was the best way to handle this situation. With a hug, Michael walks his mother into the coolness of the hotel. Parting ways for the night.
Growing tired of sitting idle in wait for Michael, you take to getting yourself ready for bed. Finishing your nightly routine, slipping into a sleek nightgown, and catching up on reading to avoid hearing the news.
The approach of familiar footsteps made your head lift. The graceful nature of Michael's steps is easy to recognize. Just as you presumed, there stood your husband, doe-eyes downcast. Remaining indifferent, you keep your eyes focused on the book in front of you. Paying little attention to the words on the page.
โHowโd it go?โ
Michael slowly entered the room, the door softly clicking shut behind him as he let his shoulders sag for the first time today. โShe wants to call Joe."
โWhat?โ You lower your book, your nonchalance slipping. What could Joe possibly do to make this situation any better? The same Joseph that caused Mike to repress his bare nature in the first place?
โHe hasโฆ connections. "A painful admission. โMaybeโฆ it would nullify the press."
โOh, okay. So you think that this is going to work? That you can just throw money at them and itโll go away?โ Your voice turns sharp, stinging Michael with its force as he slouches at the end of the large bed. His head in his hands.
โI don't know what happenedโฆ I- I've never struggled to control it before. I could've hurt them.โ His head falls into his hands, his voice low and solemn as you watch from the mountain of pillows you are resting on. The sight pains you, but stubbornness overrules reason.
โI told you this would happen, and you refused to listen.โ
Michaelโs head snaps behind him, holding your gaze for the first time tonight. โI had it under control; it was justโฆ The pap got in my way, Iโ"
You interrupt. โYou didnโt have shit under control. If it wasnโt today, it wouldโve been the next day.โ You didnโt realize your voice began to raise until Michael coiled into himself.
The room goes silent as Michael turns his eyes away from your furious gaze, hiding the tears pricking his waterline. Pushing off the bed, he walks towards the bathroom to get ready for bed, leaving you to wonder if you had even been heard at all. โMichael?โ
Contains... Fluff, fantasy AU, vampire!michael, girlfriend reader, black reader, a lil angst, a lil suggestive
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Vampire!Michael was bit at Studio 54. Michael was flying across the dancefloor before a sharp pain pierced his neck. Dizziness followed suit; the party went dark as his body gave out. The next morning he woke up in a sterile hospital.
Stress (and excitement) from stepping away from Motown, the Jackson 5, and Joeโs control made the transformation happen faster.
Vampire!Michael's bat form is a fruit bat ;> Heโs a sucker for bananas. You watch from the living room as your boyfriend skitters across your kitchen with a banana between tiny claws. Wings stretched wide for balance. Excited squeaks falling from his fluffy face.
Vampire!Michael refused to drink blood during the first three months of turning. He didnโt want to hurt an animal to satisfy himself.
Vampire!Michael only drinks donated blood. When you first began dating you became his donor <3 The effort it took you to become his donor was extensive. It took him a month of reassurance before he finally sunk his fangs into you.
Vampire!Michael prides himself on being able to control his natural urge for blood. The trade-off: he sucks at controlling his powers. Heโs burst into hazy smoke after your lips peck his cheeks one too many times. At first you were afraid you killed your boyfriend, only to have your fear overcome by amusement when he reappeared behind you with his head in his hands. โRunning from my kisses, angel?โ He burst into another cloud of smoke.
Vampire!Michael plays too much!! Michael had you convinced for a month that your apartment had rats only for you to find his mischievous self caught in one of the cheese traps you set. Michael conveniently leaves out the part that he can turn into more than a bat. โYou little shit!โ Michael let out an indignant squeak, a โplease let me outโ in what you can only assume is rat language.
If deep in thought or contemplating lyrics, it's not out of the ordinary to find Vampire!Michael sitting on top of the ceiling. Unfortunately for you, itโs not uncommon for pens to fall from the ceiling and onto your head. โSorry, baby." The cheeky smile on his face said otherwise.
Vampire!Michael moves at the speed of light at the mere mention of you needing help.
Vampire!Michael confides in you about his immortality. For him, heโll always stay 19, but for you, time ticks the same as it always has. Some nights, he wakes in a cold sweat at the idea of living without you.
Vampire!Michael got suspiciously good at sports due to his super strength. During the rock 'n' roll sports game, Michael nearly blew his cover by blasting a soccer ball halfway across the field.
Vampire!Michael doesnโt avoid the sun; he should, but he doesnโt. He couldnโt let go of picnics and dates outside with you. To combat the burn of the sun, he has to wear sunscreen SPF 100 and reapply it every hour. Even then, he still gets burnt. Luckily, his body recovers quickly.
Vampire!Michael refuses to use hypnosis on anyone or anything. You tried suggesting it as a way to spice up the bedroom, but Michael immediately shut you down. He loves your mind; he doesnโt want to mess it up.
As an effect of never using his hypno abilities, it's not surprising that Vampire!Michael has zero clue how to use his ability. Compared to how well he can transform, climb walls, and zip at the speed of light, itโs rather jarring.
ใContains... Fluff, fantasy AU, werebear!michael, girlfriend reader, black reader, mentions of vitiligo, a little suggestive
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Unlike werewolves, were!bear Michael is able to control when he transforms. He does struggle to detransformโฆ A hitch of his that's gotten him stuck in a fair share of doorways in your apartment.
were!bear Michael can be distinguished from your average brown bear by his doe eyes and the lighter splotches across his fur.
As Michaelโs vitiligo progressed, his bear form became lighter. Resembling a grolar bear (grizzly + polar bear) later in life.
You're one of the few people that know that Michael Jackson, the child star, is a werebear. It isn't exactly an easy conversation starter, and heโs admittedly ashamed of his nature. Looking back, you shouldโve put two and two together sooner. His little ticks were easily brushed off in interviews as odd habits or family traits. His big hands? Turned into fluffy paws. His abundance of hair? Turned into a fluffy coat.
It took Michael a year into dating you for him to admit why he never lets you come into his room at Hayvenhurst. He couldnโt let you see the stray brown hairs floating in his bed or the hidden childhood photos of him as a small cub. Being left in the dark left your mind to wander as to what he could possibly be hiding, and after enough pushing, he finally sat you down one evening in your bedroom.
โIโm notโฆ like other guys.โ His head stayed low, avoiding your gaze. You took your hand in his. โMikeyโฆ Thatโs why I love you. Now, whatever this is, I want to know.โ Michael sighed, โIโm a bear.โ "What?" For the next twenty minutes Michael explained the โterrorsโ of his condition. After the thirty-minute mark you grew impatient. โAre you sure, baby?โ He mumbled for the 5th time, "Yes, Mikey, now let me see!โย
You scooted to the edge of your twin bed as Micahel stood in front of you. With a deep breath, a sheen of green dust filled your bedroom. His transformation was like a Disney spell. Quite fitting for Michael. When the sparkle and dust settled, his form revealed itself to you. You hadnโt expected him to be this big. Sure, he mentioned heโd grow in size, but you didnโt think it would be this much. You couldnโt help but wonder what other things grew with his transformationโฆ His head skimmed the ceiling; beady eyes peered down at you in your stunned silence. A soft whine broke the quiet, snapping you out of your loving stare. โBaby, youโreโฆ. Adorableโ How could Michael ever think he was monstrous? His fur is soft to the touch, with rich brown and beige spots.
After that day, Michael felt comfortable transforming more often around you. Doing so feltโฆ natural. Freeing. Cuddles became commonplace. Though, the first handful of times he nearly squished you, unused to the extra strength. Lazy evenings after long recording sessions spent with your hands scratching lightly behind his twitching ears.
were!bear Michael can consume mountains of food if given the opportunity. You couldnโt help yourself from feeding your boyfriend, so one night you bought a family-sized KFC bucket for dinner. When you came back from the bathroom, the bucket had disappeared within seconds between his jaws. โMmโฆ mโorry, babyโฆโ he mumbled, a cheeky grin on his fluffy face. By 9pm he was snoring soundly in your bed. Taking up the small cot with his hairy body. Giggling, you climb on top of him, tugging a burly arm to wrap around your waist. With a grumble, Michael tightened his hold on you, rolling over with you in his warm grasp.
Speech is limited for were!bear Michael. Groans, growls, whimpers, and the occasional weak โyes,โ โno,โ and "sorry" were the only words he could muster.
Michael began to transform into a bear around you so much that he experienced his first taste of hibernation. You found out one morning when he refused to wake up. Then it clicked: the excessive eating, the den made out of pillows and blankets you were currently sleeping inโฆ With your heart rate through the roof, You anxiously called Janet, who rushed over. Michael has shows to go to; his father would kill him if he didnโt show up. When Janet arrived, she casually strolled up to Michaelโs snoring form and gave his side a light kick while yelling, "Guess youโll miss Disney." Youโve never seen his eyes snap open so fast.
After a small fight, you left Michael alone in your apartment for a few hours only to come home to a small den made out of your pillows, bedding, and his Disney merch in your room. Soft whimpers floating from the den. "Michael," a groan. You crawled into the cushioned fortress, finding your boyfriend sitting in the centre with tears dotting his waterline. A weak, gruff โSorryโ slinked from his snout.ย
a/n I'm so happy to be back on my werebear grind!! I've missed fluffy Mikey. If you recognize this post, I'm not stealing work. I lost my account @bennybutterflies. I'm re-uploading and editing my past uploads!
ใContains... Fluff, fantasy AU, werebear!michael, girlfriend reader, black reader, honey-hungry michael, eating struggles, michael's vegetarian diet
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As a werebear, Michael's diet mostly consisted of vegetables and fruit. A small portion is saved for the occasional chicken, poultry, and red meat. After the release of "Thriller," Michael cut meat out of his diet entirely.
This was news to you; as his girlfriend, you shouldโve been the first to know! How could Michael, the same boy who feasted on KFC buckets and steak, retire it all? Not to mention the concern of maintaining his bear form. The cost of transformation is heavy; he needs protein.
Your concern outweighed anger. It was clear your sour mood wasnโt only because of Michael's poor communication. Though you were a little pissed about that. Sitting in the living room, knees close to your chest, Michael scoots closer to you on the couch in an attempt to ease the tension. โCmโon ma I meant to tell ya but I knew youโd freak out.โย
โI should know these things, Mike! What if something happens? What if you get sick?โ Your voice wavered as you spiralled into whyโs and what-ifโs. Michaelโs hand rests against your thigh, nearly engulfing the entirety of the muscle. โLove, this is my problem. My battle. I don't wanna hurt anyone or anything.โ
You let out a pained laugh, "It'll be my problem when you canโt transform anymore.โ A small smile warms Michaelโs face as he eases your body into the warmth of his lap. โI have to stay fit for rehearsals. "No worries, Mama, I hired the best chef in the area." His voice exuded confidence, which eased your nerves slightly. โPromise Iโll still see your fluffy head?โ
Leaning down, Michael leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. โPromise.โ
Skepticism still plagued your mind, but after reading Michael's diet and seeing how energetic he stayed during rehearsal, your nerves were laid to rest. Tofu kebabs, spinach, grains, potatoesโฆ Maybe you worried too much.
Sadly, even with his new diet, Michaelโs food intake fluctuated often. Coupled with less protein, transformations became a rarity. The shift from nightly bear cuddles during off-the-wall shows to only once-in-a-while snuggles during thriller performances was vexing.
When he did find the energy to transform, you took advantage of it. Giving his shaggy snout scratches and kisses. Relishing in the loving grumbles that tumbled from your boyfriend. Rounded ears flicking back and forth as the pleasure of being in your arms washed over him.
You woke up to your bonnet flung across the bed and a loud crash from the kitchen. Michaelโฆย
Disgruntled you stumble into the kitchen to find your boyfriend attempting to make himself ice cream. On top of his vanilla dessert lies crushed apple bits. Balancing on your good countertop with wobbly paws in an attempt to reach the honey you stuffed away on the top shelf.
โHaving trouble, hun?โ You teased. Startling Michael into misstepping. Wedging his furry body between the counter and your kitchen island. With a useless whine, "Help," he looked back at you with beady eyes. Well, at least his werebear vocabulary was expanding. โAlright, Winnie the Pooh."
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