#michael angst

in big, large crowds michaels anxiety would pick up. sure, he should have been used to it. it was his job. but the man couldn’t help it. that’s why he loved having you around. you were his ground, his medium. if you weren’t there his security made sure to at least have something that reminded him of you to ground him. yet nothing eased him more than you, physically being there.

one thing he loved to do was check your pulse. even just pressing his two fingers, lightly against your wrist. or pressing his kisses down a bit hard at the pulse point at your neck. those little things helped him more than you realized. when nights got crazy with his dad, all he wanted to hear was the steady thump of your heartbeat. it calmed him. some nights you would wake up at 2 in the morning to hear him crying over the phone, begging for you to put the phone speaker against your chest. and you did, and it helped him.

one night whilst he thought you were sleeping he confessed. exposing how most night he couldn’t sleep without you. explaining how your heart beat was like a nursery rhyme for him. making him fall asleep instantly. telling you how much he loved to hear it, how it consoled him. you almost cried on the spot hearing how seen you were. michael still doesn’t know that you were awake that entire time.

in all honesty you hadn’t picked up on that small habit until the late night phone calls. you didn’t mind, it was cute. you loved the fact that your man had to feel your steady heart beat just to make sure you were there. other times, it hurt you. thinking about him having this feeling that your not real, too good for him.

but, michael would be michael. continuing to keep the habit. making your neck, your left upper chest, and your wrist to be his favorite kiss points. also asking if he could sample your heartbeat for an upcoming song in his bad album.

summary: inviting michael over for a sleepover turns into your love confession to him.

you sat cross legged on your couch, excited hands nestled in your lap. your heart was beating with joy at the thought of your crush, well.. best friend, michael, finally coming over for a sleepover. you’ve begged him to stay over for weeks now, but he always declined, explaining that he and quincy were really busy working on michael’s newest album, Off the Wall.

you heard a loud ding, and you jumped from your seat on the lounge and ran over to the door. you grabbed onto the doorknob, swinging it open.

michael stood there, silent and embarrassed. he had a little pillow in his hands and a folded up blanket. his eyes darted around, pink blush forming on the apples of his cheeks you gasped and hugged him, “hi michael! how was the drive here?”. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close. you felt his body tense up as your breasts smushed into his chest. you could feel his heart beating like crazy.

“oh, it was nice.. had a lil’ nap..” he muttered, pulling away from your touch, “I’ve been so tired, working on that album all day..”, michael sighed, stepping into your house.

“I’ve heard. but right now, let’s just chill. get that off your mind.” you grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the living room. he stumbled around on the cool marble floor as he struggled to hold onto his blanket and pillow, the two items nearly falling out of his grasp when you grabbed him so roughly.

“here! sit!” you commanded, patting the cushion. he nodded and sat, crossing his legs as he placed his little pillow behind him. he took out his blanket, throwing it over his head, leaving a small gap for his little face. he then wrapped the rest of the soft cloth around his thin body, snuggling up inside. he looked like a little potato.

“I’m gonna go get some pop corn, just sit and relax!” you exclaimed. michael smiled and nodded, watching you run into the living room to start cooking the popcorn. you were in such a hurry, you hope he didn’t notice.

michael sat there silently, the tv still playing some alpha-bits cereal ad. he blinked as he observed what was on the big screen. he quietly waited for your return.

you finally came back with a big bowl full of pop corn. you sat down and handed it to michael with a big smile on your face, you felt very proud handing your homemade popcorn over to him. “made it all by myself!” you grinned, making a funny face at him. he giggled softly, “I bet it’s gonna taste amazing..!”, he dug his hand into the bowl, taking a hand full of popcorn and stuffing it into his mouth. you felt your heart lit up as michael began chewing.

“wow, y/n.. this is really tasty! what did ya’ put in here?” he gasped, bringing a hand to his mouth. “just some love, that’s all.” you brushed your hair back jokingly, flashing him a big, fat smile. “that was so good, I want some more!” he rejoiced, continuing to devour the rest of your famous popcorn.

the two of you watched tv together. that damn popcorn being mentioned in most of your guys conversation. ugh’, that popcorn was taking too much attention away from you!

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“so, michael.. do you have a crush on anyone?” you asked, placing a hand on your chin. michael gasped, his face reddened up like a tomato. his heart suddenly started beating faster, he’d never felt so flustered ever!

“what!?” he spoke, tilting his head, his eyes widening with a flustered expression. “crush..?!” michael muttered out, he whispered the innocent word as if it were a crime. “y/n, you’re so crazy..!” he giggled, blush appearing brighter and redder in his little cheeks.

“it’s just a question, mikey..” you giggle, wrapping your arm around him. “okay, instead of telling me, you have to guess mine.” you booped his nose with your finger, the contact making him jump.

“Um, okay..” he hesitatingly answered. he stared off as he began thinking. who could you possibly have a crush on anyway? you did talk about love a lot, but you never talked about getting dates or going on ones at all. “oh, y/n.. I have no idea.” michael confessed, turning away from you.

“here, look. I’ll give you a hint. his name starts with a m!” you teased, putting your hands on your hips. he sighed and thought for a moment. “m-marlon?!” michael growled, swiftly turning his head towards you. “eugh! no! think again!” you joked.

his jaw dropped as he realized what you were saying. you liked him..? like.. a crush!! that’s actually crazy.. michael never thought you’d like him, he thought you and him were just friends!!

“me..?” he spoke, pointing at himself. you blushed and nodded slowly. placing your hands in your lap. “it’s been you, michael.” you confessed, your little heart skipping a beat, “for a long time now..”

“that’s.. so weird. I never thought you liked me, not even for a moment.” michael was in complete denial. he never thought the prettiest girl, you, would actually like him. but, he is the king of pop anyway, girls throw themselves at him!

“michael, can we?” you tilted your head, flashing him doll eyes. he looked away, his body shaking with both joy and nervousness. did you wanna kiss him, hug him? he didn’t know, he was so nervous he couldn’t even think.

as he sat there having a mini-heart attack, he felt two hands on his face, and then soft, glossed lips meet his.

he moaned as he felt your tongue explore his mouth. sweet gasps escaping from him. your hands roamed around his body, settling at his thin waist. you then pulled away, spit connecting the two of you. you gazed into his doe eyes, sparkling with desire.

“michael, do you love me?” you asked, grabbing his hand. he stopped for a moment to collect himself, closing his eyes. he sighed, and then looked back at you, and nodded. “I love you, y/n. will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, holding your hand tightly like he was never gonna release it ever. “yes!” you marveled, wrapping your arms around him.

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MDNI

꒰ა˚₊✧ SUMMARY: michael drags you to studio 54 to have fun with him after a rough breakup.

WC: 1.1k

TW: none just fluff and a little angst.

A/N: reader is depicted as a black female!! also i was thinking of the song stayin alive by bee gees cuz that was out in the 70s so yah. this is lowkey kinda bad but its ok!! want more michael?? click here!!!

you were at home. crying your eyes out. your boyfriend of one year broke up with you because “he lost feelings” and “things are different nowadays” you were even more mad then sad because he couldn’t even tell you face to face he called you and told you things were over

so now all your doing is sitting at home, eating ice cream and binge watching random shows that come on the television. your mom and dad try their best to comfort you and say things like “your 19! you will find someone better trust me”

you just ignore it half of the time. you spent your fridays and saturday nights alone. you’re almost never outside. only one person has cared enough to stay in touch with you. and that’s michael.

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it was saturday night and your phone rings. you already knew who it was but you still acted like you didn’t when you picked it up

“hey who’s this?” you stifled back a giggle.

“it’s michael! i just wanted to say im sorry about your break up and everything again.. for the 100th time. but you need to get outside and have some fun.”

you groan “have fun where michael? there’s no where to have fun at?”

“you can come with me to a club?”

“michael you know. i feel.. so tired and ugly i just don’t wanna go anywhere”

“hey hey! don’t say that. cmon just trust me and come with me. please? pretty yourself up. though you don’t really need too. but pleaseee.”

you stay quiet for a while “..fine..”

“see you in 20?” you could hear michael’s excitement through the phone

“yay! okay bye, Y/N see you!”

“yea yea” you smile despite yourself

“bye bye michael.” you hang up

you sigh and get up. you only had 20 minutes and you already showered. you rummaged through your closet and settled on the orange tight glittery dress. you shrug and put it on. then you put on some white sequin stilettos.

you know it takes you a while to style your hair so you start that right away, straightening it then curling the ends.

about 20 minutes later your finally done. your dark honey brown skin shiny. you walk downstairs. your mom is surprised honestly because she hasn’t seen you get ready like this in weeks.

“honey. where are you going?” your mom looks happy of course but confused

“out with michael. illl be back later i really gotta go.”

“oh! o-okay!! see you then.. be safe! seriously!”

you pick up ur right purse from the coat hanger and rush out the front door. you see michael’s all black car waiting for in the front. you climb in the back knowing bill is probably in the front and michael is in the passenger

“heyy!! you look pretty!” he chuckled

“aw thanks michael. so where are we going?”

“you’ll see.” he looked ahead at the road

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you and michael arrive at this club called “Studio 54” there’s people of all shades. everyone dancing and singing. it was just good vibes. it started out awkward at first.

michael trying to convince you to dance with for like 40 minutes straight. suddenly one of your favorite songs starts playing “stayin alive” by bee gees. it was literally the only song that was stopping you from going into depression when your boyfriend broke up with you.

you finally go up to michael and start dancing. your bracelets shaking, and glinting at the light. michael automatically starts dancing with you. trying to lighten the mood he spins you around. you smile. a genuine one. michael can’t remember the last time he’s seen that.

you laughing, and giggling. dancing around. your hair bouncing around. you don’t have a care in the world really.

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when the nights over, your straight hair is slightly puffy. your legs and feet hurt a little but you feel amazing

“thank you michael for dragging me out here. i feel okay. like everything’s gonna be okay.”

“your absolutely welcome. you looked like you had fun. a lot of fun.” he chuckles

“i absolutely did. i don’t even wanna go home”

michael is shocked “it’s late. you should get home. it’s starts getting unsafe”

“yea i know. but i thank you seriously”

“your welcome. you needed it so badly i could tell. just happy i could break a barrier” he nudges you

you laugh and finally make it to the car. where bill was waiting.

you climb into the backseat while michael gets in the passenger. then bill starts driving you home

michael :

Though our souls were destined to be with one another, I had to go against the universe to prevent it from happening. She was beautiful, charming, and loving.

I was a dog at my worst. I had been working day and night, waiting for the day to end just for it to start again and repeat the cycle.

My love for her was unconditional, but it hurt me to see my baby asleep in bed alone whenever I came back, whether it had been from rehearsals, filming, or recording.

The night I decided to let my baby go wasn’t a night you’d have imagined it to be like. The raindrops echoed outside as I tapped my foot anxiously against the floor, waiting for her to come downstairs.

“Mike? What’s up with you?” Her voice was soft and loving, as always.

“I think this—we—us should stop.” God, I sounded like an idiot. I couldn’t even formulate a normal sentence without feeling a lump in my throat.

“What the fuck?”

Her curse sounded like a deep cut against already bleeding skin.

My baby’s loving and sweet. It’s my loneliness that has taken over our love

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Petal and the Beast

Summary: You wake up in Michael’s bed after a night of drinking and flirtatious behavior.

Notes/Warnings: 18+ only, adult consensual flirting, drinking (be safe) F goes home with stranger (never do this!) adult language.

Had to write something with Michael from Hoard. There will be a few chapters for him and his F!Reader. How Joe looked in the clip I needed to write something! ❤️s are appreciated…so are reblogs! Feedback is also welcome! Wanna be tagged, just let me know.

*Oh, you’re awake.”

You blinked in the low light of the room. Glancing in the direction of the deep raspy voice, you gasped. You covered your mouth with your hand.

The night came crashing down on you.

You had been stood up. You had been nursing your fourth cocktail when he walked up. His dark curls, the hint of a chain laying against his chest under the black button down.

“What’s a pretty girl like you, leaning against my spot all alone?”

“Who said I was alone?”

He only chuckled, making his cynical mouth curl into a smirk. With a quick motion of his hand and a cold one was placed right in front of him.

He took a swig and brushed his mouth clean with the back of his hand.

Pairing: Apocalypse World!Michael x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: angst, getting kidnapped, hating all humans

Request by anon: Bonjour Jordan, can i ask a spn imagine where the reader is apocalypse world Michael wife and Sam, Castiel, and Jack take her because is the only reason for Michael to show up because she is the only human he cared about and love? The reader can be Michael weakness. The reader is a super shy, sweet, innocent, intelligent, and introverted person

Summary: Sam, Dean, and Castiel need a way to take down Michael once and for all. When they go to his world to wage a war, they find you, his innocent wife who is a human, and they decide if you're not going to give information, then you'll be bait.

Square Filled​: dimensional portals (2019) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3