a/n: just some headcanons of what widow!reader would go through after husband!michael passes away😞 feeling angsty tonight, i'm sorry guys:((
++ i hope a writer actually writes a one-shot related to this. if you ever write one, please tag meee!!!
++ i'm not a writer and i will never claim myself as one💔 i have poor wordings n i solely rely on shit ive read before🫡 im incredibly stupid i might be wording things wronggg😭
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⏾⋆.˚ - widow!reader who, late at night, sits on the same chair in their balcony, leaving one chair empty. the one that belonged to him. the balcony they used to spend hours together in—either talking, sharing intimate moments, argue, or just sit there. enjoying each other's presence.
⏾⋆.˚ - widow!reader who turns off all the lights inside their house, to let the moon's glow hit her skin perfectly. the skin michael used to caress and give soft kisses to. it's been so long, yet, they still linger.
⏾⋆.˚ - she looks at the moon with tears forming in her eyes which her late husband used to kiss whenever he notices tears start forming. she wishes he was here to do that, whispering, "don't cry, angel. i'm here", as he continues to wipe her tears away and cupping her face with his soft hands. the same hands that would pull her closer to plant a warm, comforting kiss on her lips. the much needed warmth in this cold night.
⏾⋆.˚ - widow!reader who carries all the letters they used to send to each other back and forth, reading them all in the candlelight—searching for small details, messages, or codes she hasn't noticed before, just to feel something new. bringing them to her chest, being careful and trying not to crumple them, "why'd you have to leave, mike?", she sobbed. oh he'd hate to see her like this.
⏾⋆.˚ - widow!reader who talks to the moon, wishing it was just michael, updating him about what's been happening all while sniffling—trying not to make any loud sounds so their children wouldn't wake up. they may not have been her biological children, but she sure did love them like her own.
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a/n: lowk wrote this w a heavy heart. missing mj so much😕😕yeah, that's all for now. i know this sucks🙂↕️🙂↕️ i warned yall im not a writer!! i just felt rlly angsty tonight, n i love angst sooo😓 i hope you guys liked this!
ps. im serious about begging writers to make a one-shot about this. i love angst so muhchchchc pls tag me if u make one
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I keep seeing posts about users who are scared to write anything in case it doesn't get liked, or portraying things wrongly:
I truly am the biggest hypocrite for this, but please, for the love of fuck, don't refuse to write fanfiction because you're scared nobody will like it.
There will be people who don't like it.
There will be people who objectively write better than you do.
But you will also develop your own style that works for you.
The point isn't to be the best writer in the world. The point is to have fun and to create something from a medium that you love enough to write about.
I implore you not to use AI to write it for you in the hope that it will be better. I promise you it won't be. You don't know who your creative voice might inspire, or where it will lead.
I want to throttle the nearest device every time I spot what is clearly AI work.
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