can we get an argument between reader and mj and instead of talking about it (like michael wanted) the reader goes out with her friends and michael crashes out when she’s not home until 3 am? make him real strict but caring and worried. (bad era pls)
f!reader (long term gf reader) / bad era michael
(lowercase INTENDED!) & not proofread !
preview: screaming and non-stop tears taunt michael’s mind as his heart races watching the clock strike 3am and you weren’t back home. he just wanted to know that you were okay. he just wanted to know that you were still his.
A/N: i keep having slight mental blocks bc i’ve been barely sleeping for 3 days due to work 😭 insomnia has been kicking my ass but i also love when i can write something out for yall so idccccc !! hope you enjoy this lil semi angsty one-shot but filled with worried michael looking cuter than ever also. i wanted to make him not asssss strict but still definitely a bit playful! :) also some semi tweaks to time like texting and stuff 😭
your tears wouldn’t stop falling from your now puffy red eyes. your body felt sore as michael once again tries to reach out for your hands, only to fail miserably when you smack him away from you and wrap yourself with your arms in a tight hug.
self soothing yourself was the best choice you could do before ruining this further down the road by lashing out towards michael more than you should have.
it was past 10 and michael had finally returned home after being out all day in the studio with quincy. you weren’t mad at the fact that he was working, you were mad at the fact that michael actively PREVENTED you from coming to the studio—even if it meant simply bringing him a warm cooked meal from home.
the muffled sounds of the pouring rain from outside drops down slowly on the big windows of the building making you feel relaxed and calmed. your body felt warmed up and fuzzy wise as you grip tighter on the clear plastic bag handle that contained the already cooked hot meal inside packed up nicely for your boyfriend and his team.
it’s been quite some time since you’ve been at michael’s studio. you knew that this new album was dragging michael down with nothing but stress and restless nights. you wanted to do something nice for him while also being able to catch one of the few glances you can get before not seeing him the rest of the day.
slipping out of your own thoughts, you hear a couple of soft dings as you suddenly see the wide silver elevator doors open up. finally arriving to the 8th floor just in time for when they had about a 5-10 minute break.
michael glances upwards towards the crystallized door as he watches your body slowly appear in his vision. he smiles before watching you get inside. “babyy”
michael coos softly, seeing you now smile brightly towards him. his eyes landing soon on the clear bag in your hands he jumps up from the sofa now getting closers towards your body. “c’mere” he pulls you before placing his lips softly amongst yours, savoring your sweet taste and the flavor of your lipgloss on his own mouth.
once he pulls back he licks his lips now taking the bag from your hands and placing it carefully on the small table next to the door. “i thought you should have a taste of home. you’ve barely been in it anyways.”
you felt your voice turn low as michael gives your cheek a slight touch, now cupping it with his soft palm. it’s as if you could feel the blood rushing quickly through your veins and heating up your ears as michael gives you a long exhausted sigh.
“im sorry baby—it’s just been rough.” michael’s head lowers down as you now place your hands over his shoulders soon smoothing them down and into a small massaging movement. your touch instantly calms michael before shutting his eyes momentarily at the feeling.
before you could give him a response, the studio doors open up again to see quincy and a few other team members walk in with cups of coffee in their hold. quincy’s eyes go wide before giving you a soft smile. “well look what angel face walked through these doors today.” your heart thumps as you let go of michael earning a small groan to surpass his lips at the ghost of your hands now lingering on his skin.
“hii quince” you say calling him your favorite nickname before he places the cups of coffee down and gives you a gentle hug. “c’mere more often you too pretty to be hiding from us.” quincy laughs as you shake your head and laugh back at his sudden comment.
“i made you guys some food. hopefully you guys enjoy it! it’s still warm!” you were excited to show the guys your home cooked meal. surprisingly enough, the food was still hot. you made sure that with such gloomy weather, the food wouldn’t feel like eating nothing but stones.
turning around to see michael now sitting back down on the sofa, cup of coffee in hand from another team member, and notepad over his lap— you grab the plastic bag before opening it up to pull out some containers of food.
steam fogging up the once clear containers as you fiddle with the lid soon popping it open with a slight click, the steam rises up hitting quincy’s face as he shuts his eyes momentarily savoring the sudden smell.
“my gosh baby girl that smells delightful! mike you gotta bring your girls food more often to the studio man!” you giggle at his compliment before looking down towards michael once again, now immediately dropping the small smile you had placed upon your lips.
michael wasn’t focusing on a single thing quincy was saying. he went back to work mode as he bites the tip of his ballpoint pen and a stern look— watching the notepad attentively as if it would grow legs and run away from his lap. you now feel a bit saddened at the sudden demeanor switch before feeling a pair of big hands cup your shoulder. quincy looks at you before shaking his head towards michael.
“he’s been like that since the start of production.” he mutters only to your ears as you slump your body down just a bit. “i know…” was the only thing you could respond back as quincy tries to start lightening the mood back up.
he asks for a small portion of food as you agreed instantly grabbing some plastic plates you had brought in your bag for them as well. as your hands tried to hold the container carefully, you feel a slight steam blow out and hitting the pads of your now sensitive fingers
“shit.” you mutter before tipping the container a little bit and accidentally dropping some hot food over michael’s notepad. he winces now standing up as quincy and the rest of the crew stares at michael.
his hands flying down towards his pants as he instantly looks at your horrid face. “oh baby i’m sorry! i didn’t think it—“ michael cuts you off now slamming his dirty notepad on the table beside him. “yeah you DIDN’T think!” he snaps as now quincy begins butting into the conversation. “y’know she didn’t mean to do it on purpose mike.”
your eyes begin to gloss up with tears forming in them as your hands close the container once again, in full embarrassment. “and yet she did. she ruined the lyrics quincy. which is why i tell her to stay home and not come here.” you’ve never seen michael be so pissed off over a small issue. yet now that you’ve seen it— you’re not sure you ever wanted to see it again.
licking your bottom lip as it trembles a little at the sudden sadness now waving into anger, michael grabs the container and slams it over the technology board far away from you and your hold. “get out.” michael wasn’t speaking properly.
his eyes so dark yet so wide as he stares at you with so much anger. you didn’t think he would ever disrespect you, especially after being together for so long and it being in public in-front of other people.
not caring at the glossy look in your eyes, the redness creeping over your cheeks and tinting the tips of your ears, and the red semi-burned fingertips that was now wrapping along your bag to caress them over the material—hoping to soothe down the raging buzz from the heat.
quincy didn’t speak. he just watched attentively now as he hushes the other crew members to leave the studio also. he’s seen both you and michael when you first got together so seeing him disrespect you out loud made him more angry at michael than he’s ever been before.
“fuck. you.” you grit out just as angry as he was as your free pointer finger now slams towards his chest.
he bites his bottom lip at the sudden forceful impact. before you could let him speak another single word towards you, you grab your belongings and turn towards quincy who was giving you a pitiful look.
your lips move in silence muttering a soft “it’s okay” before giving quincy a small side hug, completely now ignoring the man behind you staring at your every move. “y/n honey—“ you shush quincy before shaking your head. next thing you know you’re now walking across from michael and stepping away from the studio with a slam from the door.
as you left back outside in the gloomy weather, quincy was now pushing michael down the sofa giving him a stern look back. “you’re pathetic man.” michael’s eyes go wide as he scoffs at quincy’s use of words. “you—“
quincy cuts him off with a grab of the food you had dropped off and a plastic plate before sitting down across from michael. “you’re an asshole. your girl wanted to bring home cooked food and then you run her off like shit.”
michael’s shoulders slump down the sofa cushions as his eyes never leave quincy’s hands. him spooning a big portion of michael’s favorite food as he shuts his eyes and curses under his breath. he was so stressed out about lyrics, music videos, and events for the new release that he didn’t realize he was pushing you away with hurtful words and lonely nights.
“i really fucked up.” quincy nods at the obvious as michael soon leans over his knees, now grabbing the bag of food away from quincy’s hold and opening the bag. two more smaller containers were shoved in the bag as michael digs through them and pulls them out.
a small sticky note plastering on one of the smaller containers as he picks it off and reads it carefully.
i love and miss you, and hope this makes you feel a bit better. please take care of yourself. i’ll see you at home apple face <3 — love, your dollface.
as michael’s eyes re-read the sticky note over a couple more times he places his hands over his forehead before fisting them and sighing. the note. the nickname. the way you just wanted him to feel better after all the restless nights he had to suffer recently.
michael’s chest felt like it was hurting to breath as he felt his heart thumping rather loudly and at a rapid pace. the only thing he swore he could hear was his heart, quincy’s chews from eating your food, and the sound of your voice cracking as you cursed him out and walked away.
the vivid recall of your glossy eyes and your finger slamming on his chest with so much pain really affected michael more than he thought it would. he wasn’t thinking right and now it costed him your time and your company.
“while you think about how disgusting you acted towards y/n, start prepping for the booth you only have 2 more minutes.” quincy breaks his train of thoughts as he looks up at him still chewing your food.
half the plate being gone as he savored every last bit of it. that should’ve been mines, michael thought before nodding at his words and standing up. as michael now starts walking back into the booth to surround himself with more note stands, microphones, and headsets— he looks down at his now stained paints.
he didn’t care about the stain or the wet spot the food left behind now. fuck, he could be dirty from head to toe and he’ll only care about you. yet the thought of the sudden disrespect took himself by surprise as he shuts his eyes trying to erase your visible distressed self.
he was going to make this better. he NEEDED and WANTED to make this better.
because losing you was something michael wasn’t ready to do, and never would be.
“y/n baby please.” michael continues to beg as his hands collide with his own, practically getting on his knees. your hands still wrapped around your body as the tears that had once fallen now dried up over your cheeks and sides of your neck.
you still couldn’t fathom michael disrespecting you. and at public at that. michael spent a whole hour, pleading and begging as he started to tear up talking about the situation over again.
you tried to listen, you really did— but you only kept repeating one thing and one thing only making michael lose his mind even more.
“you disrespected me in public. stern and rude in-front of people i knew. in-front of people who didn’t. and yet that gave you the confidence to act all high and mighty. right superstar?”
you knew michael hated that name.
and he knew you knew it too. yet wasn’t mad at it because instead continued to cry and plead for forgiveness at how horrible things went. you shake your head before hearing a knock on your door. “who’s that?” michael asks still teary eyed as you look back and lean down now grabbing your purse, silently with no response.
michael watches attentively before gasping for air and grabbing your ankle. you watch as his fingers wrap around your ankle, slowly gripping your flesh as michael now sobs over the ground. “please don’t leave me. y/n i’m begging you i swear.”
michael was in full panic mode as he watched you push his hand away from your ankle feeling his touch now burn your own skin with a slight shakiness to it.
“don’t wait for me.” you say giving him his own regular excuse he had given you the last few days before turning around and walking out the door. michael’s teary eyes look pass to see your friend standing at the doorframe with her hands now wrapping your own.
“y/n…” your friend gives michael a stern look before slamming the door shut behind you with full force. michael now left there, alone, on the ground, and shaking— he grips onto his pants before losing himself at the silence now surrounding him.
his mind went to the worst of the worst as he immediately starts imagining you leaving him fully. years of being together and michael lost his mind not taking that to his advantage.
the entire night consisted of michael still kneeling on the ground while watching the door with every time that passes. waiting and waiting and waiting for you to walk through those doors.
as the clock strikes 2, michael is now sitting on the living room sofa with his hands gripping onto his hair like a madman. he had called your phone 4 times the last 2 hours and still received with no response. on one ring, your phone did answer—yet it wasn’t you.
“the hell do you want mike?” he hears your friend shout amongst loud music as he winces at the idea of you living your life out on the town. “is y/n there?” he’s now nibbling on his fingernails anxiously waiting for your friend to respond or give you the phone, instead the call hangs up directly towards his face.
michael’s lips part at the sudden hang up before receiving a text from your friend again.
“you fucked up. fix yourself jackson.” before your phone goes back to do not disturb. that was at 12am. now at 3, michael had completely lost it. he has called your phone 6 more times all still leading to your voicemail.
your friend decided to be petty and block him so he couldn’t reach her either. his phone gripping tightly in his hold with an exhausted and worried look, he suddenly hears the front door crack open with a squeak. michael immediately jumps up from the sofa before running towards the door.
his smile falters as he sees you stumbling through the door with your pair of heels off your feet and wrapped around your finger. “y/n dollface..” you look up to see him standing in-front of you.
hands reaching out to get ahold of you as you smile and trip on him. michael lets a gasp to escape his lips as he holds you in his arms. your body feeling absurdly limp as he hoists you upwards to face him better. “dollface…”
you shush him as you shake your head. “you don’t get to call me that right now michael.” his heart felt like breaking into pieces as his brows furrow with a saddening expression.
“ma baby im so so sorry.” michael’s voice slightly cracks as he softly places one hand on your hip with such gentleness, he was afraid you would slip away and go. “don’t leave me i promise i’ll take more breaks and be better.”
your brows scrunch up—immediately confused. “michael…” you question as you watch him closely. his eyes were dark as his nose was bloody red.
your vision passes michael and towards the living room. glasses on the ground, pillows scattered, phone thrown across the room, and tissues crumpled up and cornered on the ground. now your eyes go back with a worried expression displaying across your face.
your hand lifts up wobbly towards michael due to the drinks from a few hours ago catching up to you. your fingers softly touch his cheek as he sighs feeling your warm hand touch his face. “i wasn’t going to leave you… did you—?” michael goes stiff before nodding slightly at your words.
you didn’t expect for him to think you were breaking UP with him??? all you wanted was to go out and clear your head with your friend about everything. you didn’t expect for him to take it so hard. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” he repeats under his breath as you lift his chin up.
his eyes looks into yours as you push yourself up and softly place your lips upon his. michael reacts a bit weirdly at the intense taste of vodka on your lips and breath. yet ignores it completely—pushing it to the side to kiss you better. as he cups your face deepening you into him, you pull away to face him again.
“i forgive you. don’t do it again tho. if you’re stress—please talk to me baby.” he instantly nods as you give him a small smile forgivingly until….
“also vodka? really y/n.” you flinch at his once again strict tone as you sigh and rub your temples gently. “either that or gin” you mess with him as he widens his eyes at you.
michael crosses his arms with a pouty look of disapproval and disbelief. he wanted to be mad. you knew he didn’t like strong alcohol as it has worse effects (according to him) yet still had done it anyways. “y/n.”
you kiss his cheek quickly before dropping your heels towards the ground. “let’s talk tomorrow! goodnightttt” you sing-song through the hallway as michael swings his hands up agitated while continuing to yell your name.
yet the smile soon flaunting over his lips said otherwise to his verbal response as michael follows you along to your bedroom where he can hold you tightly for the rest of the day.
promising nothing but changes and more respect.
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