#soft pink

“After the Spotlight”

the tour is over, and finally, he gets to come "home"......

♡ fluff | comfort | established relationship | one-shot ♡

(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ My preety boy (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

The bedroom feels like a completely different world a warm, quite far removed from the deafening roar of stadium crowds, blinding lights, and endless hotel rooms. The tour is finally over, and all that loud noises has melted into the soft, rhythmic hum of the air conditioner and the scent of sweet vanilla in the air.

Michael is completely sprawled across the plush mattress, propped against a mountain of soft pillows. His black curls spill over the fabric, damp from a long shower, and his dark bambi eyes :3 are heavy with a deep, tired exhaustion. But as you climb onto the bed, his arms automatically open wide, pulling you right onto his chest where you belong.

You’re in your favorite pajamas, fully settled into your little world. Slipping effortlessly into your relaxedness, you press your cheek against his soft chest, listening to the steady, comforting beat of his heart.

"Oh baby, I love you so much..." you murmur, your voice shifting into that sweet, high-pitched rhythm. You nuzzle your face right into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. "My beautiful... beautiful... beautiful... beautiful boyyy..."

A deep, melodic laugh rumbles right underneath your cheek, a sound so full of genuine relief it makes your heart swell. Michael’s long, slender fingers gently trace slow, soothing circles up and down your back.

"Is that what I am mama?" he whispers, his voice low, raspy, and thoroughly worn out from weeks of singing.

"Mwah, mwah, mwah!" you reply enthusiastically, peppering tiny, dramatic kisses all along his jawline, up his cheek, and right on the tip of his nose. "Pretty Michael. My sweet boy. My Applehead. All mine now. No more Diana , no more big stages, just me."

Michael lets out a long, shuddering sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as all the lingering tension in his shoulders completely dissolves. Out there, the world demands him to be a superstar, a flawless performer, an icon. But right here in this quiet bedroom, wrapped in your innocent, unvarnished affection, he doesn't have to carry any of that weight. He gets to just be your Michael....safe, pampered, and endlessly adored.

"Keep going mama," he mumbles with a sleepy, lopsided grin, shifting slightly to wrap both arms around your waist and pull you even closer, tucking you neatly under his chin. "Tell me more, mama. Tell me everything."

"My handsome, pretty, softest boy," you babble happily, placing your small hands on either side of his face to smooth back his dark hair. "My sweet angel boy. Mwah! You did such a good job, but now you gotta rest and get all the cuddles."

"I missed this so much," he whispers, his voice cracking slightly with emotion as he presses his forehead gently against yours. His dark eyes shine with pure, quiet warmth. "You have no idea how much I needed your sweet little self right here."

You beam, wiggling until you're comfortably blanketed over him, resting your chin on his chest so you can look up at his smiling face. You press one last, big, exaggerated kiss right to his lips, making a loud popping sound that makes him giggle like a kid.

"Forever and ever," you dictate softly, pulling his hands up to rest against your cheeks. "You're stuck with me foreverrr."

"Best place I could ever be," Michael hums, his eyelids finally slipping shut for good as he buries his face into your hair, holding you tight as you both drift off into the quiet night.

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