I have much love for Tatiana Thumbtzen. This is just an imagine to go with the situation. Hugs and kisses! Love you all! Thank you for 17k reads!! 💋✨
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"Good luck, my love!" You smiled up at him.
"Thank you, baby. I can always count on you for support," he smiled softly.
"That's my job. Now cheer up! You're about to go onstage and make that crowd smile, cry, laugh, and sing!"
His smile widened.
"Tell me what's bothering you after the show, okay?" You asked.
"Okay, okay," he agreed.
"Mike, you're on!" Someone called.
He tightly wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you passionately.
"I love you with all my heart, all my mind, and all my soul," he whispered.
"I love you more," you whispered with glossy eyes.
He kissed your cheeks and ran to his position. You pulled on Michael's jacket and watched the show from the side of the stage. Each time Michael would run off the stage, he'd give you a quick kiss, making you giggle and blush.
Eventually, it was time for "The Way You Make Me Feel". As much as you loved the song, you couldn't help but have slightly sour feelings toward Tatiana Thumbtzen. She was always extremely friendly with Michael and clearly liked him. You knew Michael was in love with you and didn't think much of her, but you still couldn't ignore her.
As she walked across the stage, she briefly looked at Michael and winked. Michael continued performing and acting his part by chasing Tatiana and looking interested in her.
She clearly enjoys the attention, you thought bitterly and looked away.
You then thought about the times Michael would rehearse this song in his private dance studio. When you would visit him, he'd always ask you to be "the woman" and walk for him. He would do a lot more with you, like popping your butt and touching you. The memories made you smile and realize that Tatiana wasn't getting the best "The Way You Make Me Feel" experience after all.
Just as you became content enough to look back, Tatiana got extremely close to Michael. She was right in his face.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
Carefully, Tatiana grabbed Michael's shirt, pulled him close, and kissed him.
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You froze like a deer in headlights. Tatiana kissed Michael. Furthermore, Michael appeared to kiss her back. Your biggest insecurity was basically thrown in your face. The gasping of the staff and the cheering of the crowd were all drowned out. As soon as one of Michael's dancers glanced your way, you ran backstage. In the process, you dropped his coat on the ground.
Onstage, Michael was shocked and embarrassed by Tatiana's actions. As realization hit him, he quickly turned to where you were standing. His heart dropped when he saw his coat on the ground and no sign of you. He couldn't stop the performance, so he finished it with a heavy heart.
Once you got to the bathroom, you closed the door, locked it, and cried for the rest of the show.
It was incredibly awkward for everyone the rest of the show. No one said anything, but everyone knew what the deal was. Michael's energy wasn't the same. He was distracted for the rest of show. Finally, the concert came to an end.
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"Y/N!" Michael called.
As soon as the show ended, Michael ran offstage in a desperate search for you.
"Y/N? Please!" He went from room to room.
Eventually, he heard your sniffles from the bathroom. He immediately tried to open the door, but it was locked.
"Y/N?" He called softly.
You covered your mouth and a small sob escaped. Michael's heart broke when he heard this. Jiggling the doorknob, he begged you to let him in.
"Please, baby. Don't do this to me," Michael pleaded.
"Don't do this to you? What did you do to me? You made me look like a fool, standing on the side of the stage while you k-kissed her. It felt like being stabbed in the heart. I always knew she was a slight threat, but I never thought you'd let her have her way like that."
Michael hit his forehead against the door and slid to his knees.
"I know," he agreed, "God, I know. Y/N, baby you know I love you so much. I really do. You are my world. I don't know what I was thinking. I was so consumed in the performance that I let it happen. I know that's no excuse. Believe it or not, my life revolves around you. If you couldn't come on this tour, I would've rearranged the tour dates so you could come. I need you. God, I need you. I'm so sorry, my love. Just please, open the door. It's my responsibility to pick up the pieces I've broken. Please, just let me hold you."
His heart leaped when he heard the door unlock. He leaned his head back as you slowly opened the door. When he saw the state you were in, he immediately stood up and pulled you into his chest. You broke down in his arms. It took all of his strength not to break down with you. The two of you stepped into the bathroom and he closed and locked the door.
"I just couldn't take it. All the girls I see, I know they aren't threats, but I just can't help feeling a little. . ."
"You are my life. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. You have nothing to worry about," Michael promised.
You looked into his glossy eyes.
"Do I?" You asked sincerely.
"I promise you don't, baby. I'm so sorry," he voice cracked.
Just like that, Michael held you for the longest time. He did everything he knew would soothe you. He ran his hand up and down your back, with an occasional kiss on the head.
"I love you," he whispered.
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"Michael, sorry to . . . interrupt, but we gotta go," Bill knocked on the door.
Michael gently unlocked the door and opened it. He kept a possessive arm around your shoulders and you kept your face hidden in his chest.
"The rest of the staff is already gone. It's just me," Bill assured.
Michael thanked him lowly and followed him to the car, never releasing his grip on you.
It didn't take long for you to reach the car. Bill opened the door and let you both into the back. Michael smiled slightly when he noticed his jacket in the backseat.
"Thanks, Bill," he said.
"No trouble, kid," Bill replied.
He gave Michael a look that asked if you were okay. Michael nodded slightly and Bill sighed.
When Michael turned back around, you had his coat on your shoulders. He slid all the way in and put an arm around you. Once a Bill started the car, you laid your head on Michael's lap.
"Go to sleep," he whispered, "I'll wake you when we're there."
"You need your rest too," you mumbled.
Still so selfless, Michael thought to himself.
"You're my main concern right now," he responded, running his hand through your curls.
Michael felt too guilty waking you, so he carried you into the hotel room. He promised himself that he'd never hurt you like that again.
