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Redemption Series: Michael Jackson x Reader
Part one: Discomfort in Ending
Part two: Retribution
Part three: Jealousy
Part four: Distant
Part five: Siphoned
Part six : Taunt
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Master List
Redemption Series: Michael Jackson x Reader
Part one: Discomfort in Ending
Part two: Retribution
Part three: Jealousy
Part four: Distant
Part five: Siphoned
Part six : Taunt

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MICHAEL JACKSON AT THE RED CARPET OF WMA (2006).
Michael Jackson "Thriller" MV, 1983
Pls don’t ask me what my favorite Michael album is
MICHAEL JACKSON IN COME TOGETHER - MV (1988) (I had to make that third gif, I just couldn't hold myself, blame me i guess)

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another part of me will always be one of my favorite songs from sexy man.
The 1984 Victory Tour Striped Pants
Michael Jackson At United Negro College,1988 (2)
✨1995✨
Right on time so I can finish this request 😭
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Redemption Series: Taunt
I wrote this listening to Dirty Diana instrumental slowed and reverb....and The lady in my life slowed and reverb. He put some CRACCCCKKKK in that song, if my man don't beg/yearn like he did ION WANT HIM.
Disclaimer: AGNST !!! VERY SAD. Trigger warning, mentions abuse. SMUTTTTTT . MDNI as always, fluff.
Also, I KNOW that Prince and Michael did not go on stage with James Brown in 1985 , but in 1983. This is fiction and it's my story soooo lol I felt it fit where I put it..💓
I edited...but I do apologize if there's some things that's off.
WORD COUNT: 5000+ (I can't remember lol)
It was a cold February morning when you were released. You missed the AMAs, but Prince stopped by with flowers. Although the gesture was sweet, it didn’t meet his eyes.
He came in upset and complaining about Michael. Michael this, Michael that. You tuned him out.
Not really wanting to hear about this right now. How a man could win three award for his album, and still make this night about another man baffled you.
“You know he had the nerve to ask me to record with him,” you lie on your couch silently staring at the ceiling.
“Then had Quincy ask me, he’s trying to smooth me over. I don’t wanna sing with the rest of them celebrities.”
“Mmm, I did not know that.” You trailed off, not really caring. After a while he left, placing a kiss on your lips. You wiped it off immediately after the door closed.
For a full week, you lay there contemplating. This was one of the lowest you felt. Your spirit was broken.
Broken .
"Beautifully broken." Michael would tell you as he tried to cheer you up. To him your beautiful still shined brightly.
The story broke about your attack, and it was criticized by many people.
You wondered why the story even made it to the news, given that you weren’t that much of a celebrity anyways .
However, being linked to Glenn, Prince, and now Michael, many journalists grasped at any story.
You saw many who spoke in support, offering well wishes.
However, It was the ones attacking the character that bothered you. You were called every name but the one your mother named you.
‘Fast girl.’
‘Dangerous woman.’
‘Sexy mama or whore?’
That one shocked you the most because you've only slept with 2 men. Have you gone on dates with others, yes. It never made it past a kiss, though.
Your story is becoming a cautionary tale to young women to not surround themselves with a lot of men.
However, they didn’t know where the abuse came from.
Prince was not helping the narrative because he talked about your arrangement with him, spinning it in a way that made him look innocent.
He spoke of the many men you had dated while being linked to him.
That made things seem like a jealous past lover attacked you.
“Just playing chess , not checkers, babe,” he would taunt.
But it was him. The way he controlled the narrative was like he was taunting you.
Renee tried hard to gain control of the narrative, but it was hard.
Gigs still were there, but they slowed down significantly.
You weren’t able to take many shoots because of your bruising.
Michael, however, never changed. He was still the sweet man; he defended your honor. But, he could only do so much.
Michael never left your side unless it was for work, and you had to make him leave. He had obligations, and he needed to be there, but he wanted to stay.
“They can wait , I’m here with you,” he would say or “ you’re more important to me.”
And while that made your heart swell, you knew he could not be away for long.
He had become your anchor during this time . He stayed by your side in the hospital. It gained a lot of attention, both good and bad.
During that time , it reminded you why you fell in love with him. He never failed to amaze you . Flowers stayed in the room; you had the best care . He shielded you from the media, knowing how it felt to be scrutinized.
His siblings even came to visit you and offered well wishes. They were nice and seemed to welcome you into the family .
Janet stayed the longest, y'all built a bond. She even came to visit you on days that Michael was not there.
She sympathized with you and gave you a shoulder and an ear to cry on.
It was a healing time for both of you. He was able to escape and start focusing on himself and his new solo career. Prince stayed away, and you were on your way to healing.
However, that peace was short-lived. Eventually, you fell back into Prince’s hands.
Your body craved peace, peace that only came when Michael was around.
He made you feel safe.
You found yourself in your free time when Prince was away on the phone with Michael. You would sneak to visit him and stay with him.
Y'all just existed together. In silence, it’s like your souls knew how to talk to each other.
Speaking a language only you two could understand.
He held you close, and you listened to his heartbeat, grounding you as your mind raced.
But once again, he started to get too close, and you didn’t want him hurt as well. Prince’s power went far, and you would never be able to live with yourself if something happened to him.
Prince already sent another warning to you , three fresh bruises. One on your side, your cheek , and your wrist.
Michael knew something was going on, but you never said anything.
Eventually, you cut back on being around Michael much because every time Prince found out, you were met with his fury.
Conversations between you and Michael decreased.
Of course, he noticed, but he just thought you were trying to get back into working, and he was preparing for his next album.
He was just appreciative of the time y'all did have together.
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Months passed as you stared at yourself in the mirror each day, you reflected, wondering how you got here.
The apology Prince gave fell apart because it was never just that one time.
When he came to you stressed, you became his punching bag.
When he needed release, you were there. It didn’t matter that he had other women he could’ve slept with; he did it with you because he held that power. Sex didn’t feel the same anymore.
Each slap, kick, kiss made you slip further into the deep end.
You smiled, but it never reached your eyes. He took you everywhere. No longer able to be your own person. He kept a watchful eye on you, ensuring that you would not tell.
It became a ritual; you would get thrown around, and then he would apologize with flowers and a gift. The majority of the time, it was makeup to hide your bruises. He wanted to ruin your pretty face because no man should be looking but him.
People knew, his people knew, but were scared to speak up.
They saw how you would curl away from his touch.
How you shrank when he raised his voice.
They did nothing but give you pitiful looks. He still slept with other women , bringing them around in front of you. But you said nothing, because you were afraid of what he might do.
You tried to leave multiple times, but he would drag you back into his world and threaten you.
You didn’t care about yourself because he had already broken you, but then one day, he mentioned Michael.
You could not live with yourself if something ever happened to Michael.
That night, after laying hands on you, you decided…it was time to go.
That next morning, you called Renee’ and Officer Kayla and asked to meet. To stay out of the public eye, you agreed to meet at your place.
As soon as they saw your face, concern fell. “Oh y/n, what happened?” Renee’ asked
“I need your help to get out of this.” You begged.
She nodded vigorously. “ Did Prince do this?”
“Yes, as well as the first time.” You shifted.
She nodded and looked away briefly before turning her attention back to you.
“This is not going to be easy. He already controlled the narrative about you.”
“Yeah, and they already put in the report that you didn’t know who did this.” Officer Kayla says, noticing your expression. “It’ll be very hard to go back on what was said , yes we can argue coercion, but like Renee’ said, he already controlled the narrative. “
Feeling a little defeated, you slumped back.
“Your best bet would be to get a restraining order, but that takes time, and you would need strong evidence.”
“ Do you have a camera ?” Renee’ says as you nod and go to grab the disposable camera. “We need to take pictures. “
Grabbing the camera from you , Renee angles it at your face and neck, snapping pictures. Slowly, you start to undress, wincing in pain. They both take a deep breath, staring at the bruises, some fresh and old ones still healing.
“Oh, Y/n, why didn’t you say anything sooner. “ Renee’ cries, snapping pictures, and you look down.
Officer Kayla soon leaves, and you and Renee sit outside on your balcony sharing a blunt.
“You know, when it first started , I thought it was my fault. I was lying to him, and I was with Michael. “You start. “And yes, we didn’t sleep together, but the moments we shared were too intimate. It was like we were making love.”
“That’s no excuse for him putting his hands on you, Y/n!” Renee’ looks at you. “Look at me.” You turn to her with tears in your eyes. “I am going to help you get revenge.” She grabs your hand, squeezing it softly.
The next day, you met the top Female lawyer, Riley Kristina , RK as they called her. Having spoken briefly, she agreed to take your case and devised a plan.
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Tonight was the night you would gain some freedom back.
That night, both he and Michael graced the stage with James Brown.
May 29, 1985
Prince told you , not asked, but told you that you were coming with him. You walked in hand in hand.
Smiling softly as the cameras captured you guys.
The paparazzi screamed out praises , “Oh, Y/n, you look so beautiful tonight. What are you wearing?”
“Oh, Chanel, it’s from their new collection.” You said letting go of Prince’s hand and twirling. The lights capturing the gold accented jewelry ; gold belt, a gold body chain lying gently against the blue bodysuit, and a black leather mini skirt. Instead of your signature boots, you wore sharp 4-inch stilettos with a gold strap.
Prince stood back watching you, not really enjoying that the attention was on you.
Soon after, you all went inside and lay low. Not really wanting to be seen. You sat there bored while he talked to other business professionals.
Then you spotted him, Michael.
He was already looking at you.
He nodded his head to signal for you to come here.
Almost instinctively, you stood and started making your way over. Prince grabbed your hand before you got too far.
“Where are you going ? He asked.
“To get a drink.” You bit out, pulling yourself from his grasp.
Walking slowly to the bar, your eyes never left each other. Biting your bottom lip as you walked by, you brushed his Hand with yours.
He waited 5 minutes before making his way to the bar. Y'all stood closer to the back out of plain view.
“Hi,” he grinned sheepishly.
“Hi,” you breathed out.
“You look nice.” He states, looking down at your outfit. Almost identical to his, as you guys planned it.
“Thank you, I see we had the same idea.” Gesturing to your outfits. “Great minds think alike.”
Michael laughs and then orders you both a drink. “One mojito with extra mint, add sugar and salt on the rim, and a glass of chardonnay.”
“ You remember my order,” you chuckled.
“I remember everything about you.” He looks back into your eyes, the crowd nonexistent at that moment. Y'all are so deep in the corner that no one can make out a thing.
“I remember everything about you. Especially the way your breath leaves when I rub my hand up your thigh.” He says while making that very thing happen, slowly rubbing his hand up your thigh.
That moment ends as the bartender comes back. Making your way back to Prince’s section, you look back at Michael as he watches your hips move seductively.
James Brown is gracing the stage, giving an amazing performance. Then he calls Michael up. So shy Michael gets on the stage staring directly at you.
“I love you , Oh baby. “ He’s staring you down, speaking to you through his words.
“Yeah.”
“ I love you.” You sit up a little bit, Prince noticing instantly as he glances back and forth between you guys.
“I love you. I,” he trails off.
“ I love you. Oh!” Breaking out into dance, he wows the crowd. Screams get louder, he commands the stage.
He goes and hugs James Brown, mentioning that Prince was also in the building.
James then calls for Prince. “ he just insisted that I introduce Prince, who’s here.”
“Prince . Prince,” he looks out into the crowd.
“ There he is.” Prince is being carried on stage by his bodyguard.
Prince grabs a guitar. Strumming out chords, his signature riffs.
By this time, Michael has made his way back to the floor and, coincidentally you walked back near him. Y’all stood together, taking in this moment. The moment that doesn’t go unnoticed by Prince.
You could sense him getting upset. His show is not going as he wanted. He’s embarrassed. He’s jealous.
He rips off his shirt and goes to the mic. “ eeeooohhhhh,” he screeches. Dancing, he catches your eyes, and they start to burn with anger.
Walking to the edge of the stage, he touches a light pole he thought was secure, but instead he falls into the crowd with it on top of him.
He’s pissed at this point, and y’all leave not a second later. Him dragging you to the car.
He practically threw you into the backseat and slid in after you. You shrink towards the car door.
He turns to you. “Did you have fun with him tonight?” He says, rubbing his wrists and cracking his knuckles.
You don’t answer. Turning away. “You don’t hear me talking to you.” He roughly grabs your face. Tears are burning in your eyes , threatening to come out.
Soon enough yall arrive back at your home, and as soon as the door closes, he’s on you.
The camera Renee had hidden in the corner captured everything. Hidden to the plain eye, but boy did it catch everything. It caught every hit, every scream, and blood everywhere.
Each blow to your body is getting harder. His rings are scratching your face and body. He places it in contact with.
“You liked being with him.” KICK.
“He embarrassed me tonight. KICK.
“You fucking slut, you enjoyed this with him. KICK.
“Huh?” He pulls your hair, making you look at him.
Tears are running down your face, the salt from the tears burning the cuts on your face. You couldn’t find your voice, hoarse from screaming.
He’s pissed because Michael was there.
He’s pissed because he came second to Michael again.
He’s pissed because he thinks that Michael set him up.
He’s embarrassed, his set did not go well, and he fell.
He’s pissed because you were with him.
His anger is with himself, though disguised as hatred towards Michael.
You then scoot back to the adjacent wall, holding your knees and crouching down as he throws a bottle of wine at your head after taking a swig of it.
You try to make a run for it, but he pulls you back by your leg and is now sitting on top of you, hitting, scratching, and punching you. Any way to inflict pain.
He then stands, pulls off his belt, and swings at you. Each hit hurts more than the last, the rhinestones striking your skin.
You decided enough was enough. You refuse to be the punching bag for a man who was angry with himself.
“You know it’s not my fault.” You started with a whisper. “It’s not my fault that you failed to put on a performance.” You wince as you stand.
“It’s not my fault that you will never amount to the man he is.” You say taking a step closer.
“It’s not my fault that you will never be able to fuck me as he can. Take me to higher points and touch my body in a way that leaves an impressionable feeling that no other man can even come close to doing.”
“What did you say?” He starts at you. But you were ready. He swings, and you swing back. Suddenly, it’s a full-on fight.
“Wait until they find out their little Prince is an abuser.” You said, emphasizing a little, holding up your index and thumb, bruising his ego even more.
He swung and swung, and you fought back.
“Ha! You think they’d believe you. I’m Prince. I’m more important than you’d ever be. You’re just a whore that gets fucked. My little punching bag, “ he sneered as one of his finally connected with your face.
“I’d made them believe. Trust me.” A punch connecting with his chest, knocking him back. He then leaves, slamming the door behind him.
Turning the camera off, you sit down and cry a little, releasing everything.
Smirking with blood falling from your lips, you knew you were going to make him pay in the worst way.
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Michael called days later.
“Lolly, how are you doing?” He sings out.
“Michael, I’m doing fine.” You laugh.
“I would like to see you. Will you come see me tomorrow?” You bit your lip, looking down at yourself, seeing bruises that haven’t healed yet. “I’m starting to get worried. I haven’t seen you, and it feels like you’re avoiding me.” He says quietly.
“No. No. I’m not avoiding you.” You say quickly, a little too quickly.
He chuckles softly, “So it’s settled, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You nod as if he can see you. “Yeah, sure.”
The next morning came quicker than expected. Meeting at Hayvenhurst, you drove through the gate after meeting with Bill.
Bruises still fresh, you wore a sweatshirt tucked into a skirt, thigh-high boots, sunglasses, and wore your hair down to cover the bruises on your neck.
“Hi , babygirl. How are you doing ?” Bill asks, giving you a hug.
“I’m doing fine. Where’s Mike?” You asked, looking around. He gestures to the recording studio.” Of course!” You laughed.
Heading to the door, you knocked and walked in.
“Lock the door. I don’t wanna be bothered.” Feeling the click of the lock, you walked to the couch and sat down.
You looked at the back of his head as he was concentrating on the controls in front of him.
Sinking further into the couch, you just watch him , fascinated by his artistry.
Time passes, and you start to get bored. “Did you just call me here to watch you?”
“I wanted your presence.” He says, turning to you , loss for words, you just look at him. He grins sheepishly. Rolling your eyes and looking away. He's staring at you like he’s trying to figure you out. You’re tense.
Michael reached out to brush a curl behind your ear, and you flinched so bad it made him physically recoil.
“Why’d you flinch?” He asked, horrified.
“I’m sorry , I. I. Didn’t mean to.” You spoke quietly. Adjusting in on the couch, looking away.
“Y/n,” Michael started in a low voice.
“ I’m fine. I promise.” You stated not wanting to worry him.
“Something is going on, and you’re not telling me.” He comes and sits next to you on the couch, grabbing your hand.
“Do you trust me , Michael?” He nods. “And when the time comes, and I call, will you be there no matter, no questions asked?” nodding again slowly, this time he’s confused.
“Then that’s all that matters to me.” You smiled at him. You stand and walk to the controls, trying to create some distance between you two. “You mind if I smoke, hm?”
“Uh, sure, that’s fine.” He responds, sitting back at the controls. He’s been around people that’s smoked.
You nod and go sit back on the couch , utilizing the table in front of you. Michael watches as you roll the blunt, fascinated.
“I wanna show you something.” He turns back to the controls and plays a beat. It’s nice you nod your head. ” I don’t know if I like it fast or slowed.” He plays each version, and the slowed version catches your ear.
“Let it play on repeat, I wanna feel it.” You say licking the blunt to seal it.
’Dunnnn Dunnnn duunnnnn’ plays in the background. You hear the drums and electric guitars. The beat crescendos.
“What's the name of this one?” You ask, bringing the blunt up to your lips, you lit it and inhaled slowly and deeply, letting the smoke fill your lungs.
“Uh, Dirty Diana,” he says, looking away.
You laugh, “What?” Your laugh is deep; you’re holding your stomach. “Do you have lyrics? I gotta hear this. Damn she got you writing songs.” You continued laughing.
“Uh, yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck and grabs his book. “Don’t judge me.”
“Never.”
He started the track over, and then when the time came, he started singing it.
‘You’ll never make me stay.’
‘So, take your weight off of me.’
‘I know your every move , so , won’t you just let me be.’
‘ I’ve been here times before, but I was too blind to see.’
‘That you seduce every man this time, you won’t seduce me.’
He stops and looks up at you for your reaction.
You sit back , eyes getting lower. “Mmm. Risky Michael. I like it. Let me see the rest.”
He passes the book, and you read these lyrics. Smirking.
Michael is staring you down. Then he does something to surprise you. “ I wanna try it.”
You laugh, already feeling the high come on. “Oh , no, Michael, I don’t think you could handle it.”
“I can, I wanna do it with you.” He scoots closer until he’s directly on the other side of the table.
“Okay,” you say, passing the blunt to him. “Inhale slowly,” he puts the blunt up to his lips and inhales. He coughs after a few seconds but regains his breath.
“ Not bad”
Soon, y’all are sharing the blunt, and he’s now sitting next to you on the couch. He’s relaxed, legs spread, eyes low.
Suddenly, you stand and turn to him.
“If you’re going to do a music video, you need a real sexy woman who’s going to dance sensually.” You point at him. He looks up at you, a blunt hanging from his lips.
“Like this,” you say, moving your body to the beat. Rubbing your hands down your body, you drop low and then run your fingers through your curls while biting your lip.
“Come here.” He beckons you with his middle and ring fingers. You walk slowly until you stand between his legs. Grabbing the blunt from him.
“ I wanna try something , you trust me ?” He nods.
You inhale and grab his jaw, bringing him closer to you, exhaling . His lips are agape, inhaling you in until your lips connect in a slow, deliberate kiss.
It’s sloppy, your tongues fighting for dominance. He wins that battle as he softly grabs your neck. As your gasp breaks through, his tongue slides in.
As the kiss deepens, the music intensifies as the buzz gets stronger. You feel it pool all in your body…it’s vibrating with lust. As you hear the song start over again, you pull away and walk to the controls.
You needed to catch your breath , feeling flustered. You weren’t expecting to come over and do that.
You reached over the control panel , sliding up one of the keys, and the bass intensifies. “ I think it should be stronger, don’t drown out the bass.” You say trying to change the subject.
Not even realizing that your shirt rose as you leaned forward, Michael caught eye of it. The bruise adorning your lower backside.
“Y/n,” he starts. “What is that? Where did that come from?” He says, pointing at the bruise.
Startled, you pulled down your shirt. “I fell. Um , a couple of days ago. I. I . Was walking and tripped into the banister.” You lied terribly.
Having experienced abuse, Michael knew better.
He walked up to you. He slowly lifts your shirt off, fighting you as you try to stop him, and sees more bruises.
“Who did this? Was it Prince?” He starts towards the door.
“Michael, Please.” You grab at him , tears streaming down your face. “Please.” Your makeup starts to run, and then he sees it. The bruises under your eyes.
He pulls from your reach and grabs the makeup wipes. Coming up to you, he wipes your face. Glaring down at you as you protest. You’ve never seen him this angry.
One wipe, and he sees the bruise under your left eye.
Second wipe , he sees the bruise barely healed over on your right cheek.
His breath hitches. “This is why you flinch away from me.” He asks in horror.
“Oh, Y/n,” he grabs you and holds you close. “ I’m so sorry , I should’ve protected you.” He cries silently.
“How long has this been going on?”
“Since the end of January..when I left you that night.” You whispered.
“He was the reason, you. You. You. We’re in the hospital,” he choked out. “ he left you there like that when I found you. You called for me, and I couldn’t get there quicker.” He shakes his head, ashamed.
“It’s not your fault.” You reach up and brush the tears away.
“Why didn’t you say anything? “ he looks at you. “He was there when I met with them; he controlled everything. I was afraid.” You look down.
“I’m leaving, I have a plan. You remember what I asked earlier.” He nods , “When I call, I need you to be there.”
He stands and walks over to the control, turns off the instrumental and grabs a record. Walking to the record player , the song plays softly.
“You know, I wrote this for you.” He says, turning around. The lady in my life plays. Unbeknownst to you, he’s set it to replay. He wants this song to be burned into you.
He walks back and leans forward and kisses the bruise under your eye and then your cheek.
So soft.
He then lifts your shirt back off. He kisses every bruise he sees. It’s almost like his kisses are meant to heal each one.
He pulls your boots off and then your skirt and sees more bruises to kiss. His kisses are igniting a fire in you. It’s very intimate.
Slowly, he unclasps your bra and pulls down your panties until you stand before him, completely naked.
“So beautiful, let me love you, Y/N,” he whispers against your lips. He presses them against yours so softly.
You melt into him. Standing on your toes to reach up to him.
You reach for his shirt and pull it up. He pulls back slightly to let you pull it over his head.
He’s back, kissing you as you fumble with his belt. You then undress him.
He’s back, kissing the bruises on your lower thigh, and he comes face to face with your tattoo.
“Butterfly,” he reads. He bends you over the edge of the couch, kisses the tattoo, and then slowly licks each letter, tracing it.
He then kisses your clit. You buck forward.
You moan out “ahhhhh.” But it comes out more as a slow breath.
He kisses your clit again before swiping his tongue between your folds. Your knees start to buckle.
“Michael.”
“Lolly, you taste so sweet.” He then turns you and guides you back onto the couch. Your legs spread, he’s back between them, devouring you like it’s his last meal.
Your mind clouds, you couldn’t formulate any sounds. He is kissing, sucking, and biting your lips and clit. He stops and goes back to kissing under your thigh, loving your tattoo.
“I’ve been in love with this tattoo since I saw it.” He whispers, kissing it again while looking you in the eyes.
He then slides his thumb to your clit, rubbing slowly, throwing your head back, you scream out in pleasure.
Reaching up he firmly kisses you on the lips. Teeth clashing as he tries to sticks his tongue in your mouth. Using his middle and ring fingers he slide inside your walls gaining him access to slide his tongue in. You’re a sputtering mess, making both noises with your mouth and pussy.
Never have I felt like this; it’s like Michael can bring this side out of you.
Feeling you contract around his fingers , he moves faster, knowing your release is near. He puts more pressure on your clit with his thumb, bringing you more pleasure.
You cried out against his lips, “fuck fuck fuck…ahhh.”
“I know, baby. I know. Let it out.” He mumbles against your lips, feeling you release around him, but he doesn’t stop.
His fingers are still moving in and out.
In and out.
In and out. You grab his wrist but it doesn't stop the movements.
If anything, it makes him move faster and deeper pushing another orgasm out of you.
Your body is too in tune with him; it’s like he controls it.
You’re there but not there. It’s too much; you don’t even realize he’s changed positions, and you’re now straddling him. He pushes the tip in you slowly, watching your eyes roll back.
Sliding down until your hips meet flush, he says, “That’s right, take all of me. You look so good taking all of me.” He says, moving you up and down slowly. Not wanting to rush anything.
He stared up at you with adoration in his eyes. Your head is thrown back, trying to control your breathing.
It’s too much.
He takes one of your nipples in his mouth and bits it before sucking it slowly. You moan out louder, “Michael, ah fuck please don't stop.”
Your fingers grasping for anything, you've tugged on his hair, nails glided across his back leaving marks.
The pleasure plus the weed has you hearing colors and seeing sounds. It feels so good.
You don’t know up from down, left from right, today from yesterday. It’s like he’s controlling every part of you. His hand reaches up to your neck and jaw, pulling your head down to look at him.
His hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb trailing across your bottom lip as your eyes gloss over.
He sticks his thumb in your mouth, and you suck gently.
His thumb comes out with a pop as he presses his lips back to yours.
Biting your bottom lip, he pulls. Moans spilling out, and you bounce, meeting his hips deeper and deeper.
All that can be heard in that room was deep pleasurable groans and the soft melody of his song.
You don’t know how many times this song has played, but each word is sinking into your skin like he is.
It’s like time is moving in slow motion. Everything feels so slow and deliberate. Probably because y’all are at the peak of your high.
Let’s make this a night you won’t forget. Plays softly in the background.
You exhale softly as you feel his other hand wrap around your waist, his fingers run down your spine. Before he flips you onto your back.
Him on top, he holds himself up, looking down at you. He stays there for a second, and you feel yourself get shy.
Turning your head to the side, he doesn’t even let you shrink away. “Look at me. I wanna see those beautiful eyes.” He grabs your cheek and turns it back to him. In one motion, he’s back in you.
Going at a slow, deliberate, deep stroke. He makes you feel him and his words.
He puts your legs over his shoulder and leans forward to kiss you.
“All over” pushes in and out.
“All over” pushes deeper
“All over” deeper.
“All over” deeper.
He’s hitting buttons and touching places you didn’t even know existed. You were pretty sure you disturbed everyone in that neighborhood, but you didn’t care.
“I love you.” He whispers in your neck before kissing it.
“I love you.” You whisper back, feeling yourself get close again. “Oooh baby, deeper, please don’t stop,” you cried out as he hit your G-spot.
He reaches between the two of you, pressing on your stomach so you can feel all of him.
Your hand is going down to rub your clit. You’re making a mess.
Michael knows it too, now speeding up, chasing the feeling to release with you.
He pushes one more time, snapping his hips to yours as he empties into you. You release around him, feeling your juices mix, and he slides out. Still lying on top of you, he places his head on your shoulder, pulling a blanket over you two.
He sighs into your neck, “I really love you, Y/n, I hope you know. I am in love with you.” You rub the nape of his neck, pulling at his curls.
“I love you too.”
Night was creeping in, and the moon was shining on you two as you lay there.
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Prince’s Birthday soon arrived, and you had the best gift for him.
Having gathered everything, you hopped in your new car. The Mercedes-Benz 380SL, red, dark interior.
Checking yourself over in the mirror, you fixed your lipstick and got on to the open road. Tapping your fingers against the steering wheel. You looked to the passenger side at the revenge you were about to deliver.
Pulling up to Sunset Sound, you grabbed the cake and the manila folder and walked inside.
The black bodysuit clung to your skin deliciously, hugging every curve. The high heels on your feet clicked rhythmically across the floor. Hair flowing down your back, having straightened it for this occasion.
As you reached his studio, you knocked and peered your head in and smiled.
“Sorry to bother, I just wanted to drop this off before heading off for work.” You walked up to Prince. It was a turtle cheesecake, his favorite, written in purple icing, ‘ Happy Birthday Prince’ .
You handed him the folder and leaned to his ear, “checkmate, baby.”
You straightened yourself , wiping down your legs. “I’ll see you later, maybe. Try to enjoy your day, okay.” And you turned and left, smirking.
Walking out the door, back to your car, you cranked it up, and the bass started immediately. “Bop Gun” by Parliament.
“On guard, defend yourself. Down to the ground. Turn me loose , we shall overcome. “
“Where’d you get the funk from, turn me on , they’re spoiling the fun. Let’s shoot them with the bop gun.” You sang, mimicking a gun going off.
You timed everything perfectly. By the time he opened that Manila folder and saw the petition for a restraining order and request for monetary compensation for emotional and physical abuse, he wouldn’t know what to do.
Prince didn’t even have time to fully scan the documents before his attention was turned to the TV in the room.
Right on time for the 12 o’clock news breaking.
“Prince Abuses Ex-girlfriend, Y/N.” With images of the abuse, the notes he left for her, and the most damning of all, the video of him abusing her, so he couldn’t refute anything.
Prince shrank, and his eyes widened in horror as he reached for the phone to call his manager.
On the other hand, you rode down the highway feeling satisfied.
Revenge is always best cold and sweet.
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Redemption Series: Part 5 - Siphoned
Previous part: Part four: Distant
Y'all this took me a while to write. I battled with this because I didn't want to make this story so sad but I wanted to reflect what could happen in real life. I don't want to make a story that's full of just positive times. Life happens and it needs to reflect that. I don't plan on them just jumping back together. Sometimes things need to be destroyed for something new to come about.
Disclaimer: AGNST !!! VERY SAD. Trigger warning, mentions abuse. Slightly suggestive. MDNI as always , slight fluff.
Word count: 4500+
Siphon: the draining or transferring of emotional energy from one person to another.
DRIP.
DRIP.
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A metaphorical glass is being drained. The glass containing you, your mental resolve. What happens when the glass is empty?
The sun was rising slowly, bleeding through the blinds. Cut off from the world, you don't really know what was going on around you. Little to no phones and no news. If something happened, y’all would be the last to know.
“When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by.” You lightly run your fingers through his hair…singing softly.
“If you smile with your fear and sorrow. Smile, and maybe tomorrow. You’ll find that life is still worthwhile…” You sang, looking down at him.
Michael has his arm thrown softly around your waist. He looked so peaceful.
Michael was slightly awake but stayed still there because the melody felt familiar, and he didn’t want this moment to end.
A moment that reminded him so much of January of 1984, as he lay in his hospital bed. In between consciousness, he heard this voice; he couldn’t place but now he did. The soft voice that brought him peace during that time.
The voice that lulled him back to sleep. His favorite song, the song that got him through his darkest days.
He never exactly knew if she came to visit him, but he saw a bouquet; 25 sunflowers one for each year of his life, with a beautiful note.
‘Get well soon, my king.’ ~ Lolly. He knew it was from her.
The biggest in the room and one he didn’t want to throw away. His mom wondered about who they were from as he was very protective of them, but she didn’t pry because she felt guilty about the whole situation.
You haven’t sung this song since that night.
That night.
The night that scared you so deeply, you felt that your heart was about to jump out of your chest.
You remember the call you received from Bill. Your legs gave out as you crashed to the floor.
He told you because he knew that you cared for him.
Bill snuck you in the back. And you ran . Ran in any direction searching for him. Searching for your heart in human form.
As you ran down the hall, it felt like it never ended. Your heart raced as you silently prayed, begging God to save him.
You probably looked crazy, but you didn’t care. You sat in the corner away from the family in tears, waiting for the doctor to come out with some news.
When the doctor finally said he was stable, you were finally able to breathe. One by one, his family went to see him.
You caught his mother in the hall and introduced yourself, asking if you could see him.
You didn’t tell her about your relationship, just mentioned that you were a close friend through Quincy.
She was hesitant, given the fact that she did not know you, but Bill happened to be walking by and vouched for you, which is how you ended up holding his hand while he slept, singing smile.
You sat there for hours watching him sleep, singing softly, and finally left when the sun started to peek in the sky.
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Looking at the clock, 6am flashed on the screen, so you knew Prince would be heading into the studio soon, so you wanted to call him.
Blowing out, you started to get up, but Michael tightened his grip, not wanting you to leave.
“Where are you going?” He breathed out , eyes still closed, half asleep, pulling you closer. You weren’t sure how much closer y’all could get, but if he could be in your skin, he would.
“The bathroom, and then I need to make a phone call. Let me up, Michael.” You say, tapping his arm.
He sighs and lets go. Looking back, as you walked out of the room, you see him falling back asleep. Poor baby needed some rest.
Closing the door softly behind you. You started your morning routine, fully knowing sleep was not visiting again anytime soon.
Walking out to the balcony and sitting down, you dialed the number he was using in the studio.
“Hey, darling, how are you this morning?” Prince spoke on the phone.
“ It’s been alright, a slow start to the morning,” you say, stretching, holding the phone with your shoulder.
“How’s New York?” Prince questions, remembering how he stood outside of what is supposed to be your hotel room with flowers. Already preparing himself for the lie you’re preparing.
Well, it was yesterday morning, but you left. He wanted to surprise you, but imagine his surprise to find you checked out and nowhere to be found.
He spoke with one of the photographers who worked with you, and they told him that the shoot wrapped two days ago. Yet he was puzzled as to why you didn’t tell him.
“It’s alright, it’s nothing new. I’ve been here before. I’m sure I will get out more before I leave.” You lied.
Prince speaks more in the background, but you tune it out. Staring out at the trees ahead of you. Feeling bad about the situation you’re in, you slump down in the chair.
“Y/N” Prince’s voice rings through the phone.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Snapping back into reality, you listen to his question.
“You’re distracted right now. Who’s got your attention?” He chuckles, but there is a tone underneath searching for answers.
“No one, nothing..” You paused. “I am just looking at my schedule and got too invested. I’m sorry. What did you ask?”
I asked when do you fly back to California? The Grammys are coming up, and you are my date.” You bit your lip, silently letting out a “shit” because you forgot about y’all’s plans.
Looking back into the loft, you sigh. “Um, I’m not sure, but hopefully with enough time for me to get fitted for my dress. You know I have to look my best.” You bit your lower lip, feeling guilty of lying to him.
Staring out at the Californian horizon, you feel like shit. Prince doesn’t deserve this.
You shake your head, not really understanding your thought process of coming to Michael. You don’t really understand yourself when it comes to him. It’s almost like you lose all common sense.
Being with Michael is electric, but there’s danger with being with him because it feels unrequited at times.
You don’t feel that he’s given himself 100% to you. His heart is torn, and reuniting with him last night left you confused because the way he acted made it seem like he cared deeply for you.
Or was he only like that because he didn’t have access to you? You questioned whether he cared for you because of what you do for him, or if he cares for you as a person.
“You’re doing it again. I am talking to you, and no response.” Prince said, a little irritated, you could hear it in his voice.
“I’m sorry.” You start with your apology, but he cuts you off. “If this is not a good time, let me know.” He speaks dejectedly.
“ No , no . It’s fine , I’m listening.” You say, “You have my attention.”
As you say the words, your head snaps to the kitchen because Bill just spoke, not really knowing who was on the phone.“Daniel is going to go to the store. Do you need anything?” He says, walking to the balcony door.
“Who is that?” Prince asked quickly. Hearing a male’s voice . You rubbed your hand down your face.
Caught.
You stuck your finger up at Bill, signaling that you needed a minute. “Oh, that is one of the new assistants. He just started.”
You are lying straight through your teeth. “I need to go. Call you later?” You trail off.
“Yeah, sure.” He hangs up quickly.
“I’m sorry,” Bill starts.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. But yeah, I can give you a list.” Quickly write down a small list of groceries and personal items. You passed it to him and turned around.
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Days passed, and while Michael seemed to be slowly getting better and lifting in spirit.
You were slowly draining yourself trying to balance everything. Making sure Michael was alright but priority, but a storm was slowly raging inside.
Two men wanted your attention, and while you were unable to give Prince your full attention because you were in California, you couldn’t give Michael your full attention because your mind was elsewhere.
You had to sneak around. Phone calls became secretive, not really wanting Michael to hear.
Phone calls with Prince became more inquisitive, as he did not believe the “new assistant” story you were selling.
Especially after you kept turning down every opportunity Prince presented for y’all to see each other while in New York. Well, that was where you were supposed to be.
Stating that you were not feeling well, he had no choice but to respect it. Deep down, he knew that you were lying about something, but he could not place his finger on it.
Smoking became more frequent, needing to escape from the nagging feeling inside of guilt. Prince was a nice man, and you felt bad for lying to him about being with Michael.
Michael made it no better; he was always around, even when he left for the studio.
He invaded your thoughts…y’all slowly fell back into the pattern y’all had before the incident.
The incident…it was never discussed, and it was eating at you. You were the type to talk things out, and this was something monumental between you guys that shouldn’t be brushed under the rug.
But Michael avoided difficult conversations. He would rather ignore it, act like it didn’t happen.
Also, not wanting to ruin this moment of having you back, even if it was momentary…he wanted to pretend everything was fine.
Inhaling slowly, you pulled the blunt from your lips, holding it in slightly before exhaling.
Your buzz was getting stronger, and in that moment, it did everything but calm you. Probably because you knew deep down that this was not right.
Although you were not sleeping together, intimate moments were still there.
Stolen glances, foot rubs, hugs that felt too personal.
One moment that felt dangerous was last night, 3 wine glasses in, Michael held you close, swaying back and forth slowly to the music as he sang softly in your ear.
You relish in the moment, feeling your body figuratively exhale.
How can a moment so wrong bring you peace?
“So listen to my heart..lay your body close to mine.” He sang softly, holding you close to him.
“You’ll always be the lady in my life.” He pulls back to look in your eyes as he sings those words. Staring at him, you feel your resolve crack.
Losing the staring contest, you just put your head on his shoulder, feeling his emotions.
It was too much.
He’s rubbing your lower back slowly, and it was as if he was touching your soul.
Your body meshing perfectly with him as if you were the right puzzle piece to complete him.
He starts kissing your neck slowly. Each lyric he said was followed by a kiss. “You’re my lady, and I love you, girl, don’t you go nowhere.”
“I love you,” kiss.
“I love you,” kiss.
“ I need you.” kiss.
“I want you, babe,” kiss.
Eyes glazing over with desire, you needed to pull back, but this was intense, unspoken love between two people.
You're scared to bare yourself to him again. And Michael is scared to put himself out there, coupled with deep insecurity.
You were emotionally cheating, which is just the same as physically cheating, if not worse.
“I don’t like how easy I came running to him.” You said out loud. Shaking your head, you felt uneasy, feeling impending doom, but you couldn’t place your finger on it.
Hearing the desperation in Bill’s voice was the deciding factor, but part of you wanted to fix him.
That, however, is coming at a cost, and right now, that was your sanity.
Dazed. Lost. Dejected.
You didn’t know how you felt. You knew you had to get out of this cycle.
Watching the sun set, you decided today was the day. You packed your bags and started heading to the door, catching Bill and Michael at the door.
“Where are you going?” Michael ask scared you were leaving him again.
“I need to go home. I have things I need to handle.” Not looking him in the eyes because you know he’s going to catch you in that lie.
You were running.
Stepping around him, you touched the handle, pausing to hear his next words.
“Don’t leave.” He said softly. Your heart is breaking. You had to go because you know if you stay, the walls you built will come crashing down.
You closed your eyes, tears pooling because now he was right behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, breathing you in. “Please stay.” He whispers, grabbing at your hand, pulling it off the handle.
Tears are falling because your resolve is faltering. His touch is intoxicating. “Please,” he whispers right at your left ear. Lips brushing up against it, so soft.
“Michael, I. I. I have to go.” You say quietly, barely above a whisper. You couldn’t trust your voice or words right now.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t want to stay, and I’ll let you go.”
Drip. Drip. Drip. More of you pours from that glass. You didn’t know how much you had left.
“Michael , please,” his voice wavering as he spun you around to look at him. Staring each other in the eyes, you both were silent.
Suddenly, he reached out, wiped your tears before placing a kiss over each tear stain on your cheeks.
“ I’m sorry, Y/N. I am sorry for everything. I am sorry for breaking your trust. I am sorry for not being the man I should’ve been and for not telling you my feelings.” He whispers against your lips. One peck. Two Pecks.
“ I don’t want to live without you. I need you by my side. I’m lost without you. You make me feel warm inside.” He says, then presses his lips to yours. The slow kissing turns deeper as your tears fall harder.
Fuck. You thought as you subconsciously wrapped your arms around his neck and felt his arms under your thighs, lifting you.
He carries you back to the couch as you straddle his lap. The kissing intensifies. You pull back, and he just holds you close.
“Michael, we can’t do this. I met someone. It’s not fair to them. To me. To you.” You whispered.
It’s almost as if he ignores your words because he just holds you close, not wanting to let go.
“I’m never going to give you up. I’ll fight for you for the rest of my life if I have to. Let me just have this moment,” and y’all stayed like that until you gained enough courage to pull yourself from his grasp and leave his loft around 3am.
Not really expecting what was waiting for you. Neither one of you was expecting this.
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Drip. Drip. Drip.
Arriving at your apartment, you walked in. Not expecting to see Prince sitting on your couch holding a magazine. Your bottle of wine that was once full is now 2/3 gone.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” You asked, genuinely surprised. You walked over to kiss his cheek, but he moved slightly.
Frowning a little, you asked, “Is everything alright?”
Prince looked up from what he was reading…” Did you and Jackson ever have a thing?” He slurred.
“What?” You asked; your breath leaving your body.
“Michael, were you and Michael ever a thing?” He asked again.
“I . It was.” You paused, trying to find the words.
He stands up and slides the magazine across your coffee table. Looking down, your eyes widen in horror. Staring back at you was the uncut photo from the AMA’s last year , the one of you leaving his hotel in tears.
Someone had a photo of your full face. You didn’t think that anyone got that picture. You were safe. But here you stared at the photo.
The damning one of all was the one from Studio 54 that you didn’t even know was captured, him dragging you out of the club and into his car. Both captioned ‘ Has the mystery woman been uncovered?’
He looks at your neck, seeing faint marks. Marks are burning from Michael’s lips. He grabs your neck and turns it roughly.
“You must think I’m a fool,” Prince asked. “Did you fuck him?”
“No. No,” you answered quickly.
His grip tightens to a painful squeeze. Your hands went up to your neck to try to grab his hands.
“Were you with him recently? I know you weren’t in New York.” Your silence gave him his answer.
“Prince, it was not like that. I swear.” You started when you finally found your voice, but was met with a burning slap to the face. Your body turned to the side, with you stumbling and falling over the chair.
Staring up at him in horror. Tears fell fast against your cheek, feeling the sting, knowing you will bruise.
“Then what was it, because I see the marks on your neck.”
“He has always been a friend, I just needed to be there for him,” you say, blocking his hands as they swung towards you.
“Then why do you lie?” he asks.
“All that happened was a kiss. but nothing more. I promise,” you admitted, scared.
He didn’t speak, but his eyes darkened.
He was back on you. Punch after punch. You felt every hit he threw at you. Your mouth is filled with blood. Eyes are slowly closing due to swelling.
Never expecting that he would ever lay his hands on you. You felt his foot make contact with your stomach as spit and blood fell out. You cried and screamed.
You fought back as much as you could. Managing to break free and run to your room and lock the door.
You picked up your phone near the bed and dialed a number.
Hearing it ring and ring , your anxiety increased because on the other side of the door was a mad man that was determined to get in.
KICK.
KICK.
KICK.
You could see the door open every time he kicked it, knowing it wasn’t going to last. You screamed, afraid as he finally got in.
All you could remember was you screaming help over and over.
Prince looked at you with a crazed look.
Quickly, he was across the floor to you. Hands wrapping around your hair, yanking you to the balcony, pushing you closer to the edge.
He was really trying to push you over. “Prince , please. Stop.” You cried. You clawed at his hands. Everything was starting to turn black. You feel like you were really about to die.
“You are mine. Don’t you forget that. I’m not losing anymore to that man. If I can’t have you, neither can he,” he spoke so lowly you almost missed what he said
The phone was forgotten on the floor as the person called out repeatedly, asking if you were okay. Your screams drowning out the city.
It was like nothing ever before. You don’t think you’ll make it through tonight.
You used the energy you had left to stick your fingers in his eyes, and he fell back.
You tried to push yourself up, but was immensely weak. He grabbed you again, shaking you.
You’re not sure how you got here. You and Prince were not together, both agreeing it was best to stay friends with benefits strictly.
He had his dates and women, and you even had a few men that you frequently spent time with.
You were both young and free, entering the entertainment scene. Not wanting to be tied down, this was the agreement.
But when it came to Michael.
He wasn’t having that.
He was the only person he refused to share with.
The only person he refused to accept second best, even though it was happening naturally.
He loathed that man and wouldn’t dare let Michael have you.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
You have nothing else to give. Slowly giving up, you feel weaker. Prince finally lets go after deciding he’s had enough. Your body slumps to the floor with a thud.
A while later, you hear the door open and hear someone cry out. Feeling yourself be cradled in someone’s arms, you didn’t know who it was. All you could do was hear their cries.
“Call the ambulance!!” Michael cried out to Bill. He’s holding your face, crying. “Who could’ve done this?” Staring at your face, bruising, Black and blue. Your skin, once glowing, looks pale, devoid of life. Hair looks ragged.
Your head is getting weaker, and eventually it falls back. You couldn’t move your body. Michael held you close, cradling your head as he cried.
As the paramedics and police arrive, they question Michael, and he answers every question, knowing every detail about you.
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Michael sits in the chair next to the bed, holding your hand. Oh, how the tables turned. Just a year later, you are lying in bed.
Heavily sedated and medicated, not aware of your surroundings. You know someone is holding your hand, but your eyes and head are too heavy to even inquire. But his voice. You know his voice.
“Oh , Bill. Who would even do this?” Michael asks, pacing back and forth.
“I’m not sure, son. The police will figure it out.”
“I should’ve made her stay with me. It’s all my fault.” Michael Sighs.
“There’s no way you could’ve predicted this.” Bill disagrees.
“ I promise from this day forward I will protect her.”
Eventually, he sits in that chair, silently disturbed, thinking about who would attack you. He needed answers because they would pay for it.
He kisses your forehead and then sits back , his hand never leaving yours. He swears he can feel you squeeze it.
He stays there until the next day, when he’s pulled away to work.
Groaning as you try to reposition yourself, you hear a knock at the door. The doctor came by.
2 broken ribs. bruises all over your body, your eyes blackened, a busted lip, and a concussion.
You stared down at your fingers, fiddling with them. You were lucky to be alive. They eventually leave, and you’re left with your thoughts.
You hear a knock at the door, slowly opening to reveal Prince.
You visibly stiffen as he walks in holding flowers. He places them down and walks to the side of the bed. Sitting in the chair, he grabs your hand.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” he whispers, kissing your hand.
You're holding your breath, afraid because the hands holding yours once raised to hurt you.
You don’t speak. Afraid.
“I know words don’t really make up for anything, but I will spend the rest of my life making up to you. This was just a one-time thing. I promise. Please forgive me,” he states, searching your eyes.
You look away and then nod. Not having much fight left in you. Guilt, insecurity, and pain are eating at you. The little voice in your head is making you feel even worse because you put yourself in this position. You know you shouldn’t have been with Michael.
Eventually, two police officers walk in with the doctor, wanting a statement from you. Throwing around questions that you tried to answer.
“Do you know who did this?” Officer Kayla asks.
You feel Prince stiffen next to you. He squeezes your hand, one that doesn’t really go unnoticed by the officer.
“no. no. I don’t remember,” you speak softly. “I didn’t get a good look.”
She had no choice but to take your answer, but she knew.
She hands you her card and begins towards the door.
Walking out of the room, she takes one last glance and stares at you silently, letting you know with her eyes that she knew, and when you were ready, she would help you.
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All you could do was lie there. Your next gigs were postponed. Renee’ is sitting next to you rescheduling events, interviews, and photoshoots. Everyone felt sympathetic. You received support from everyone.
Prince never returned to the hospital, but fresh flowers came each day. Purple Hyacinths, nature’s way of expressing regret.
Staring at the TV, you couldn’t help but gawk because there was Prince standing hand in hand with another woman after he just beat you for being with Michael. The fucking irony.
Flipping channels, you came across an interview with Michael and Janet Langhart. She asked him all about his album, what’s next to come, and his love life. Tuning in, you listened to him.
“Is there anyone special in your life, Michael? “ Janet asks.
“Um, there is one special person in my life.” he pauses. “I made a mistake that I am paying for. I hurt her deeply, and each day I pay for it.”
Your heart warms listening to it. “The situation right now is complicated, but I’d give up everything just to be with her.” he says biting his lip, embarrassed.
Janet visibly swoons..“Mmm. I see, I see that you have been linked to many women recently. Diana Ross, Brooke Shields, Stephanie Mills, and Y/N L/N. I’m curious who you could be speaking about.
“ That is something private in my life. I’ve shared too much as is. However, what I can say is that I let something so insignificant take me away from someone who cared for me, and I’ll spend the rest of my days winning her back,” he finishes, looking at the camera, sensing that you are watching.
Michael returned that evening, and you couldn’t face him, so you faked being asleep until you finally fell asleep.
“I love you, Y/N,” Michael whispers against your hand. “I just got you back , please don’t leave me again.”
Bill stands back watching you both.
Trauma bonded.
Equal Siphoning; both pouring into each other during their time of need, leaving the other empty.
A cruel exchange. But he loved her and would fight to the end for her.
Beautifully broken but he was determined to mend her.
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Redemption Series: Part 4 - Distant
Two in one day....hehe...I felt inspired. Most of the time I write based off a song I hear and I was driving and heard Distant Lover by Marvin Gaye and KNEW I needed to write this.
Previous part: Part three: Jealousy
Disclaimer: AGNST !!! very sad but a little healing. Slightly suggestive. MDNI as always , slight fluff.
Word count: 2100+ , short but sweet.
“Distant Lover, Lover” sounded lowly through Michael’s loft, which he rented after the falling out with his brothers and father following the end of the victory tour.
He needed some space to think; he felt so overwhelmed. Felt caged in a box with no way out.
Exhaustion was eating at him. Not having properly healed from this whole year, the boy hasn’t rested.
Even after the tour, he went back to the studio working and rehearsing , dancing for hours for nothing in particular, he just could not stop working because then he would be left with his thoughts.
He’s currently sitting on the floor, staring at a box containing photos of you two and letters written, sealed with kisses. One in particular catches his eye…December 15, 1983, when y’all both secretly traveled back to Tennessee and experienced the state’s first snowstorm.
Bill captured the picture beautifully. Y’all bundled up , with you sitting in between Michael’s legs on a pile of snow with your tongue out, making a funny face while he kissed your cheek.
Happiness, something he felt like he hadn’t experienced in a while, since you called it quits about a year ago.
“Oh , Heaven knows that I long for you…every night , every night, and sometimes I yearn through the day.” Marvin's voice was ringing through the room.
Now he’s taking a little break; everything is hitting him harder. He was able to distract himself by performing and feeling alive on stage with his fans, rehearsing, and sitting in the studio writing.
But now he was left alone with his thoughts, drowning. He should’ve made you his. He should’ve held you closer. Told you how he felt, but he was scared. He never asked you to be his girl. Sealed the deal with you two; it was an unspoken thing. He knew that you were his safe space.
Scared that you wouldn’t feel the same and eventually leave him. He let his own thoughts and the words of his father eat at him, and he destroyed a beautiful thing. He let a quick one-night with someone he thought he loved ruin everything between y’all.
He saw it when your heart broke. He felt like shit being the reason you cried. He wanted to be selfish and push his way back into your life.
But he saw how conflicted you were when he saw you again in your office, so he just let you have your space, and he buried himself in his work. It became his drug to pacify the gnawing feeling of regret inside his heart.
“Please come back, back...something I wanna say. When you left, you took all of me with you.” Michael closed his eyes at those lyrics, feeling them deeply.
“I wonder do you wanna hear me scream and plead..Please, please, please, come back home, girl.” Michael's voice was cracking as tears fell.
Something caught his eye at the bottom of the box. A VHS tape labeled ‘To Michael , from Lolly, ' his nickname for you , Lolly, because you were so sweet, and he wanted to lick you all over.
His words, not yours.
He popped the tape in, and it started with you adjusting the camera and clearing your throat. Coming back into the frame, he sees you sitting on the bed in one of his old T-Shirts with him sleeping peacefully in the back.
“Hi Michael, I think one day you’ll find this later, and hopefully it’s at the right time. But I just wanted to say that I am proud of everything that you have accomplished with your brothers and by yourself.” You had paused, feeling stirring in the bed, but when you looked back, Michael’s chest was still rising and falling softly, indicating that he was asleep.
Refocusing once again, “I want you to know that you will go on to be bigger than ever, and nothing can ever stop you. You are a force that no one will ever be able to shake. A gift from God himself. I hope that one day you will see the love you give to everyone else in yourself.” You paused, getting a little teary-eyed.
“My sweet boy, I love you,” you leaned over, touching his cheek and kissing his forehead.
The kiss is what woke him up.
“Baby, what are you doing?” He stirs, rubbing his eyes. Noticing the camera, he looks confused. “I couldn’t sleep, so I was trying to figure this camera out for us.” You lied easily, not wanting to spoil the surprise.
Michael had leaned up and given her a kiss on the lips. “Turn this off and come back to bed.” He says, opening his arms, awaiting her return.
He just stared at the screen in tears, silently sobbing, hoping Bill didn’t hear. Picking up the bottle of liquor, he poured another shot, downing it. That made number 3.
Oh, he fucked up, and he knew that.
He kept telling himself repeatedly that he was stupid for ever sleeping with Diana, but nothing ever came from that.
He regretted it immensely. He would pay for it forever.
Of course, Bill saw it all, and his heart broke even further for the young man. He saw him going down a dangerous path. He hadn’t left this loft in 3 days, ignored calls from everyone around him. Barely sleeping or eating unless forced by Bill. He was a shell of himself, going through the motions.
Michael stood up, wavering, almost falling from being tipsy, especially since he was not a drinker. With the bottle in his hand, he raised it to his mouth, preparing to take another sip, but Bill grabbed it softly. “No more, son, let’s get you into bed. You need some rest.”
Michael didn’t put up a fight, just let Bill guide him to his room, where he lay down and closed his eyes.
Bill picked up the phone in one last hope to get in contact with you.
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Currently in New York for a photo shoot, it was almost as if you were mirroring Michael’s emotions. It’s almost like you felt them.
Bound to him.
Seeing him in the tabloids. Pictures caught him, and he looked so tired.
Exhausted.
Dark sunken eyes you could still see through his sunglasses.
In some pictures, he smiled, but the smile never reached his eyes. You felt for him but didn’t feel like you could reach out.
It’s been almost a year since you’ve been emotionally connected to him in that capacity. You felt like a stranger in his world.
Yes, you saw him months ago and even fucked him. But that was sex. That sex felt sneaky and rushed.
That sex was revenge to make him feel how you felt. It didn’t hold the love you wanted to , so you didn’t count it.
You sank deeper into the bathtub searching for warmth. Trying to relax, but something was eating at you. Like something was wrong.
You jumped slightly at your phone ringing. Reaching out of the tub to grab the phone.
“ Hello?” You said unsure.
“Hi, is this Y/n?” The person on the phone asked.
“Yes..” You nodded as if they could see it.
“It’s Bill -“ you sat up quickly in the tub, water sloshing around. Breath catching in your throat.
“I know I probably should not be reaching out to you like this, but I can no longer sit back and watch this.” He paused, trying to find the right words.
“Michael needs a friend right about now, and I know it’s too much to ask, but he doesn’t trust that many people, but I know he trusts you,” Bill said lowly.
You sat silently, processing the words. “I mean - I” you breathed. “I don’t think he would want to see me. We left off on bad terms.” You said softly.
“I think he does. Please, I don’t beg, but I feel for the boy. Say you’ll come and check on him, please.” Bill begged.
“Okay.” The phone call ended after him promising to book you a flight to California.
The next three days went by painfully slow, sitting at the airport, you tried to process everything.
It was 9:30 p.m. when you landed, and a car was waiting for you. Rain was hitting the windows. You looked out, admiring the scenery, trying to fight the war raging inside, telling you that this was a bad idea.
Soon you pulled up. The loft was beautiful. His loft is in Long Beach , California, approximately an hour away from his family. Nobody knew where he was, but they knew he was safe.
Walking up to the door, Bill was waiting; the door slowly opened. He gave you a hug and a kiss on the forehead while grabbing your bags. “He’s sitting on the balcony.”
Walking slowly inside, you took off your jacket and pulled off your boots. Walking softly towards the balcony, you looked at the back of his head. Pausing. Waiting for some indication from above that this was not right.
You walked towards the sliding door, pulling it softly. “Bill , I just want to sit out here. I am fine.” He even sounded tired. You can see the stress in his shoulders. You could see him writing quickly in a black book.
“Michael.” You said softly.
His head snapped to you, and you got a good look at his face. He looked worn out. Your heart broke a little more. His hair was wild, clothes were wrinkled, which was not normal for him.
“Y/n.. what - what’re you doing here?” he couldn’t get the words out quick enough as he tripped over his feet to get to you.
Reaching you, he fell to his knees, hugging your waist. You raised your hand to hold the back of his head as the dam broke and he cried. His cry was hard, as if he wanted to bare his soul to you.
“Michael.” “Michael,” you said, pushing his shoulders. He looked up at your eyes, giving you the key to his soul. “Have you eaten today?” He looks down, and that gives your answer.
Pulling him up, “Go take a shower, and I’ll make you something,” he nodded.
Walking to the kitchen and pulling the fridge open, it looked empty. Working with what was there, a simple breakfast was made, with a side of orange juice.
He walked out looking a little bit more refreshed. He sat at the island and started eating your food very quickly. He was starved. He paused, drinking some juice.
As he ate, you went to the shower. When you were done, you walked back into the kitchen to eat something yourself .
Looking up at you. “You’re here…really here.”
“Yeah, we’re worried about you bab-, Michael, “ you had to catch yourself.
Slumping in the chair. Michael huffed out a ‘I’m fine.’
“You’re far from fine. I can see it in your face. You need rest.”
“How can I rest when my peace and safety aren’t with me. I haven't had good rest since last year.” He states, staring at you.
“Don’t , don’t go there, Michael, please.” You said feeling tears come.
He stands, and he’s then in front of you. His hand is cradling your cheek. As your body betrays you , you lean into his touch.
“I’ve missed you.” He whispers against your lips. Placing a kiss on your lips, tears fell. Emotions are hitting all at once. As the kiss deepens, you feel him melt into you and sigh.
His lips are still so soft. He pulls back and puts his forehead on yours.
He said gently again, “ I’ve missed you , I haven’t felt at home since you've been with me.”
Kissing you again, he presses more into you, holding you close.
He hugs you as if he’s almost scared this isn’t real and that you will disappear from him any second.
The taste of salt invades as tears roll down your cheeks.
Thinking of your situation with Prince, you pull back from him, not wanting to go further than this because right now, this doesn’t feel any different than what Michael did with Diana.
You can see his shoulders drop. “We can’t, I’m sorry we can’t, “ you whispered. Walking around him. “You should get some rest. You started walking towards the spare room.
He gently grabbed your wrist. “Please don’t go…stay with me.” He spoke out, voice cracking towards the end. He guided you to his room laying down with you next to him. Lying in the dark listening to each other breathing.
Michael acted out on impulse and pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. In response, you wrapped your legs around him with your head on his chest. Feeling warmth again, he sighed and fell asleep. Getting rest he hasn’t had in a while.
This was wrong, but it felt right. Even if it was just for the night.
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~ Hmmm y'all what are we feeling? should she rekindle with Michael a little bit or build more with Prince? ~
his afro was so cute :,((((( like that’s my baby dandelion

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