Hi! Can I request something where reader is the type to overthink everything and is really shy (maybe more than mj). Her and mj recently got together but when she sees Michael perform twymmf with Tatiana and she kisses him, she internally panick and start to think things like ''Is he already tired of me?'' ''Am I not enough?'' without knowing Michael wasn't okay with that kiss. She's too worried to talk to him about that kiss and instead of communicating she continues to overthink and fortunately Michael notices her change of behaviour and talks with her. Maybe he can also tell her to not hesitate to talk to him, to communicate more (since it's her first relationship). He's so gentle and patient 😩
Michael Jackson x Reader
Synopsis: You're in the audience the night Tatiana kisses Michael. Only a month or two into the relationship, your fears get the better of you and your thoughts become loud enough for even Michael to hear. Content/Warnings: Overthinker!Reader, Established Reader, Miscommunication, Hurt/Comfort, Michael being a patient gentleman Word Count: 2.4k
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A/N: Immediately thought of that reaction clip of Camila from Daisy Jones and the Six when I got this request
You had originally thought that surprising Michael at one of his concerts was a good idea. In fact you had been looking forward to the little surprise appearance all week, anxiously looking forward to seeing the look on his face when you appeared backstage afterwards.
You and Michael had just recently made things between you official after months and months of excessive flirting, longing looks, and lingering touches. Things had been going very smoothly despite the fact that you had gotten together with Michael in the midst of touring. He was still eager to talk to you after shows, even if it was over the phone and thousands of miles away. But you also knew how badly he wanted to see you in person, and the same could be said for you.
So you had secretly been planning the trip with Bill for almost a week, which was shockingly way more difficult than you had thought it would be. The planning itself wasn't the issue, the issue was keeping it a secret from Michael. Each time he called, you felt yourself bubble up with excitement, wanting so badly to tell him. It was especially difficult when he sounded so desperate over the phone, whining into the receiver about how badly he wanted to simply wrap his arms around you. But you had held out.
And now, you stood in a private section of the ginormous stadium that was Madison Square Garden. The concert was absolutely insane, in the most Michael way possible. Everything was perfect, from the lights, to the booming sound of his voice, to the sharp movements that could be registered even in the nosebleeds. Michael was absolutely radiant on the stage, making you the proudest woman on the face of the earth. And while you loved seeing him perform, you also couldn't wait for the show to end so you could finally show yourself and complete your little surprise. You felt on top of the world, like the night was going to be absolutely perfect.
You screamed loudly as Michael quicly left the stage after performing Bad. It was almost time. All he had left was the encore, which consisted of two songs: The Way You Make Me Feel, and Man in the Mirror. Your body felt like it was radiating with pure joy, pride, and excitement.
As quickly as those feelings had arrived, they had vanished. You felt the warmth from your body slowly drain as you watched Michael and Tatiana perform TWYMMF. The unease had slowly crept up your spine as you watched Tatiana dance with Michael a little too close for your liking.
You had tried to push away the nagging feeling, telling yourself it was choreo obviously. This was her job, they were both doing what they were supposed to, nothing was going to-
Oh.
You felt all remaining warmth evaporate into thin air as you watched Tatiana press her lips right against Michaels. It lasted maybe 2 seconds, but that was enough time for you to suddenly doubt your decision in coming here. You watched Michael smile and carry on with the song as if nothing had happened.
Was this routine? Was it a part of the choreo? Surely if it was he would have told you... right? Had they just added it recently? But why? Did Michael make it a point not to tell you? Did he want this to be some sort of secret and that was why he hadn't flown you out to see the show yet? If that was the case then had you done something? Why hadn't he told you? Why was she kissing him? Why did he smile? Had you maybe misconstrued his true feelings for you? Was he already regretting his decision to make things official? Did he even want to make this official or had you put too much pressure on him? Did he want this anymore, had he even wanted it at all? What was wrong with you? Why hadn't he told you? Why did you come here? Was all of this a mistake? Why-
A tap at your shoulder pulled you from the thousands of questions bombarding your head. A security guard quickly explained that the show was over and that you were to be escorted back stage immediately.
You swallowed thickly, slightly dazed from the storm in your head. The excitement was gone, now replaced with fear and anxiety. Maybe this was a bad decision. Maybe you could slip away unnoticed, go back to the hotel and try to collect yourself. Surely there was still time to disappear before Michael even-
The sound of your name falling from Michael's lips pulled you from your mind. You blinked, finding yourself already backstage, Michael only 3 yards from where you stood.
God, he looked as beautiful as ever. Curls damn and messy, pulled back into a low ponytail. His white shirt stuck to his chest in a way that made your mouth water. And his face was bright with a mix of shock and pure delight as he took you in.
Before you knew it, Michael had you wrapped up tightly in his arms, crossing the small distance at lightning speed. He lifted you up slightly, laughing with a sort of jubilation you weren't sure you had ever heard from him before.
Your arms instinctually wrapped around his neck, most of the doubt leaving your body in an instant. Most.
Michael let out an airy laugh, setting you down and taking in your face. His eyes darted around you like a ping pong ball, still in disbelief at the sight. "You're- how are you- you're actually here!" He stopped and started, unable to find the right words.
You smiled up at him, arms still locked around his neck. "I'm here, Mikey."
Another wave of pure glee washed over his face. His hands came up to cup your face as he planted hundreds of kisses all over your face.
You felt some of the tension in your body fly away. You couldn't help the smile that made its way onto your face. This was definitely worth the long flight, even if you still had some doubts about yourself.
He pressed a long kiss to your lips, pulling away with a big "MWAH!" You both laughed. He took your hand and quickly pulled you to his dressing room. "How are you here?"
"Bill. I wanted to surprise you and he essentially planned out everything. All I really had to do was get in a couple cars and a plane."
Michael made a mental note to give Bill the biggest hug later. "Well, you certainly surprised me. I was just thinking about how badly I wanted to go to the hotel room to call you. Did you see the whole show? What did you think? Did you like it?"
As you recalled the show you tensed slightly. Just a millisecond, but Michael noticed. "I saw the whole thing. You were amazing, Michael. No- more than amazing. Michael, you were radiant. I've never seen anyone own a stage like that the way that you did. It was absolutely spectacular."
He nodded, smiling despite a small voice telling him to inquire further. He gently shut the door to his dressing room, leading you over to the couch as he sat in the makeup chair.
"I'm glad you liked it. I've been wanting you to see it for so long! I just can't believe you're really here. I've missed you so much. And I missed you real bad before, but now that we're official, it's like this new desire to see you has taken me over. I wake up and I wish you were beside me in bed. I eat breakfast and all I can think about is what you're going to have."
You laughed slightly, watching him as his makeup artist began carefully wiping off his makeup and cleaning his face. "I've felt the same way. I've wanted nothing more than to simple have you beside me, and I figure if you can't come to me, then I'll come to you."
"Oh baby-" Michael smiled widely, turning his head to look over at you.
"Mr. Jackson, please keep your face still. The fast I get all this off you, the faster you can spend time with your friend." The makeup artist gave Michael a stern look.
Friend.
The word stuck out like a sore thumb. Deep deep down you understood what she meant, but with the kiss earlier, you couldn't help but over analyse it. Especially when Michael didn't correct her. Maybe he had had enough of you. Maybe he was just feeling bad that you had come out all this way to see him and that's why he was being so sweet. What if he really was tired of you? What if there was something special between him and Tatiana, and you had been too blind to see it and he was too nice to correct you? What if the makeup artist knew about it too and that's why she called you a friend? Was she trying to give you a subtle hint?
You felt stupid. Because despite all the questions clouding your head, you knew the logical thing to do was to talk to Michael about it. And you knew there was really nothing he had done to make you think all of this. He hadn't been the one to lean in, hell, it didn't even look like he kissed her back. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to fully internalize any of that.
And while you sat on the couch, half engaged in a conversation with Michael about how your job back in LA was going, Michael could see right through the autopilot you had going on. He could see there was a massive, raging, storm in your head, one that was taking his girl away from him even when she was right there in the room.
He needed to know what was going on, but he certainly didn't want you upset or embarrassed because of how many people were around. He would have to wait until the two of you were alone. So he signaled his artist to pick up the pace.
Once he was fully dressed and ready to go, he was quick to take your hand and drag you through the busy hallways. People quickly parted the way for him, well most people. Just as the exit came into view, he heard his name being called out.
He turned and found Tatiana quickly making her way over. He felt the way your hand loosened against his own, and saw the way your body tensed and your eyes found the ground.
He blinked, reality crashing in on him. The way you had tensed at the mention of the show, your slightly dull eyes, the way you were playing with the promise ring he had given you. It all made sense now that he was seeing Tatiana again.
She came over with a big smile, pulling him into a tight hug, holding onto him longer than he appreciated. "Amazing as always."
Michael gave her a polite smile, gripping your hand tighter and pulled you closer to him. "Thank you. You as well. This is my girl, the sweet one I've told you all about."
She looked over at you, eyes slightly wide. "Oh! It's nice to finally meet you. I was beginning to think Michael had made you up." She attempted a joke, which landed flatly as both you and Michael laughed awkwardly.
"It's nice to meet you too." You kept it civil, deciding that bringing up their moment on stage would only make things more awkward. She seemed grateful you didn't mention it.
Michael was quick to excuse the both of you, stating that he was eager to spend some time with his lovely lady. She took the opportunity and practically bolted. Michael squeezed your hand, looking down at you, "Let's go, I've been dying to get a moment alone since I saw you."
The second the car door shut and Bill closed the partition, Michael took both of your hands in his. "I know what's going on in that head of yours."
You looked at him nervously, "I'm not sure what you mean."
"I know you, baby. I know your mind, and I know the way you think. What I need you to understand is that there is absolutely nothing going on between me and Tatiana. That kiss was not part of the choreography, and she stepped way out of line. That was not part of the show and I wasn't aware she was going to do it." He rubbed gentle circles on the back of your hand.
You nodded, eyes slightly glossy. "So- you're not tired of me?"
He shook his head firmly, "Not one bit. In fact, I can't seem to get enough of you. I meant what I said in the dressing room, I think about you all of the time. In fact, when I said that I was wanting to call you after tonight's show it was to tell you about what had happened. And then I saw you there and I was just so shocked and excited to see your beautiful face that it completely left my mind."
You bit the side of your cheek, face palming yourself. "Gosh, I feel like such an idiot. I knew it was nothing, truly I did. But I just- I don't know. I get in my head sometimes, and it just gets out of control. And I was embarrassed to even be thinking of some of those things, and I was scared that maybe I was right, and I just let it all go to my head."
Michael took your hands in his again, holding them tighter. "You're not an idiot. Far from it. But I need you to talk to me if anything like that happens again. You know you can talk to me when the thoughts get too much. Just like you're there for me when things get bad, I want you to be able to lean on me too."
You sniffled, smiling at him, "I will."
"Promise?" He held out his pinky finger.
You hooked yours with his, "Pinky promise."
Michael smiled, "Now come here, you look too good not to kiss."
He pulled you close, lips finding yours with ease. He meant it when he said he was truly dying to get even just a moment alone with you. By the end of the trip, covered in small love marks, you had decided you would be flying out to see him WAY more often.
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