this damn movie really sucked me right back into my MJ phase FUCK HE WAS BEAUTIFUL 😭😭😭😭

i would have been a damn problem if I was alive back then DAMNNIT

𝘉𝖺𝘣𝘆 𝘉𝗲 𝝡𝗂𝗇𝗲

Disclaimer ‼ I’m basing this on Jafaar's performance of Michael. That means his personality is taken straight from the movies portrayal! This is all purely fictional. Thank You .ᐟ

It wasn't often that Michael had people over to his house. Sure, he had Managers and musicians come and go. The mailman and other various company movers ride through, but he doesn't ever remember a time when somebody so normal, someone whose main task wasn't to appeal to the Jacksons, came through here.

Michael didn't have friends, not human at least. He had Bubbles, Louie, Muscles— but none of them was a girl— a human girl— who was currently sitting in the stables of Louie's pen. Waiting for Michael to introduce another one of his exotic friends. 

looking at the man in the mirror rn

SAY MY NAME - michael jackson x f! reader

warnings: SMUT, cussing, mentions of michael's ex wives/girlfriend, bad writing...

WC: 3.5K

A/N: wrote this as if i don't have to be up for work in 3 hours. pls enjoy and lmk what u think :-) and yes reader is basically in a girl group in a world where they’re basically destiny’s child (it’ll make sense i promise!!)

You sat in front of the mirror backstage, finishing up your hair and makeup. You took a deep breath, inserted the earpiece, and listened to the crew give directions and notes as your portion of the show was about to begin. 

You and your soul sisters, who happened to be your bandmates, were invited to perform at Michael Jackson’s 30th Anniversary Celebration by his team, and it was a big accomplishment for the three of you in your careers. Your group was already pretty big, breaking records in the charts and selling out arenas for your upcoming tour. However, to be personally invited to celebrate the King of Pop was a major opportunity- and nobody wanted to turn it down. Not even you. 

When the letter was sent to your manager, your sisters freaked out. I mean, who wouldn’t? You, on the other hand, looked at the letter, rolled your eyes, and went back to working out. While this was a great opportunity and you were ready to show off, it pissed you off. Your sisters, team, and family didn’t understand why.

“This is a big thing for us, don’t mess it up,” your sisters would say, and you’d reassure them you’d still go up there and give it your all. You three had to sign NDAs until the show was to take place, and it angered you even more. 

That same night you were offered the opportunity, you picked up your phone and dialed the number you had memorized all too well. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi, my ass. You have the damn audacity to not claim me in the public but have me perform for your little fans?” You spat out, pacing around your bathroom. 

“Will you be there or not?” 

You hesitated, debating whether to give him the satisfaction of having you wrapped in his fingers or stand your ground. 

“Of course.” 

Michael laughed. “For a second there, I thought I had to remind you who was in control here. I’m glad you remembered how much you love me.” 

“I never said I loved you.” You closed the toilet seat and sat down, hugging your knees. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything- your songs say it all.” 

You huffed in defense, but couldn’t say anything. He had a point. The songs that you and your sisters sang together were indeed almost all written by you. And they were about the same man. The same man who happened to be the most important thing in the world. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, baby. I don’t write all of them.” 

Michael coughs, and you hear some shuffling in the back. “I’ve been playing the new single almost every hour of the day. It makes me go crazy, you know.” 

You smile, biting your lip. “Really?” 

“If you truly feel that way for me, I need to show you how much I want to cater to you. One night away, just the two of us.” 

You pick up the phone and walk to your bed, getting comfortable as you dim the lamp light next to you and lie down. “And do what?”

“Make a baby,” Michael says so assuringly, it would make you laugh if you didn’t know whether he was serious or not, but you know he was so serious. 

You sigh and close your eyes. You’ve thought about the life you could have if you went public. The world would go crazy. They already gave Michael so much shit when he married his past two wives, and almost all his past girlfriends were scared away. It made Michael even more paranoid to start anything romantic, so when the two of you began your situation, it didn’t give you much false hope. “The media wouldn’t let me even birth it. They’d probably say an alien got me pregnant and you rescued me from the wilderness.” 

“I wouldn’t even let the media near you. They’d have to go past me before they could even dare shove a microphone in front of your face.” Michael says, and the hypothetical promise makes butterflies erupt inside your stomach. Hypothetical. That word snapped you back to reality- it was all make-believe. 

The reality for the two of you is that you had been meeting in disguise at hotels for nearly 2 years. It started out as being introduced to him at an awards show. You were a fan, and your status got you in VIP at his after-party. One drink led to another, and before you knew it, the two of you had exchanged numbers and called every night since. 

The calls would range from your favorite amusement park rides to what position he’d have you in the next time you’d visit each other. One time, you two had let the lust drive you to get caught in the same town at the same time. Thankfully, nobody had seen you actually enter the same hotel the night before, but the newspapers landed at the doorsteps of the townspeople, and it had you and Michael on the front page, “King of Pop potential hookup with member from rising Girl Group?” in big, bold letters. It made Michael paranoid, and he told you that going public would be dangerous. 

You agreed, but felt the sadness and shame sit at the pit of your stomach. You’d given him your body, your heart, and even the privilege of being your muse in writing music. And yet, that wasn’t enough for him to show his care for you in front of the media. The artist side of you, however, understood where he was coming from. He had a career, a fan base, contracts, and money to make. Of course, he had bigger worries, you’d tell yourself after every meetup. You wouldn’t hook up all the time. Most of the time, you’d wear masks and wigs and go shopping in plazas, living a pretend life of being normal people with normal lives. 

Soon, it had been one year since you two had gotten together. You and Michael presented an award together one week after you had celebrated the special date together, and the cameras captured the accidental slip of Michael gripping onto your pinky as he stood next to you. The media went crazy, constantly harassing you both about what it meant. Your close friends and family even asked you, but you knew better than to reveal the truth. 

“We have to be more careful next time,” you whispered into Michael’s ear one night as he thrusted into you. The rush of being secret and getting caught had its perks in bed sometimes, but then the reality would hit you both after, and the post-sex clarity would bring your moods down terribly. 

One whole year turned into a year and six months, and Michael surprised you by flying to your hometown and booking a room across from you. You drove there in a mask and wig, rode the elevator up to his room, and jumped into his arms. 

“I missed you, too, baby,” Michael laughed as he shoved the door closed and kept his hands on your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, bringing you to the edge of the bed. You ripped your mask and wig off, smiling as Michael bites his lip and groans. He takes his clothes off and rips your clothes off, pulling your hair back as he kisses you passionately. 

“You really meant what you sang in that song?” Michael breathed, biting your lip as you nodded. 

Your group released a single, “Cater 2 U.” You wrote it after watching Michael rehearse for an upcoming show, and it made you warm inside as he ran his hands down his toned body, thrusting into the air as he looked at you. You crossed your legs, finding pleasure as he held onto his bulge, singing your favorite songs. 

You went home and wrote that song, putting an emphasis that you were happy where you were at. Michael deserved someone who was the best for him, and that was you. You knew that, he knew that, and that’s why you’d dedicated that song to him. 

“I’m your man?” Michael said, keeping his gaze on you as you stand, nodding as you push him onto the bed and climb onto his lap, sitting yourself on his lap. You begin grinding yourself on him, drinking his whines as they fill the room. 

“You’re my man. You inspire me to be better and do it all for you.” You whisper, smirking as Michael whimpers and nods as he grips your hips.

Michael flips you around, releasing a cry as he slides inside you. You fit so perfectly with him, and it makes him grateful that you get pleasure from him and his body. 

“Thank you,” he sighs repeatedly, eyes rolling back as he fastens his pace, taking in your face as you let the pleasure wash over you. 

That minute turns into hours, and before you know it, every corner of the hotel room is christened with your bodies melted together. You’re in the bathtub, lying your head across Michael’s chest as he runs his hand over your naked body.

“They’re celebrating me soon.” Michael softly says in your ear.

You look up at him. “What do you mean?”

“They want to celebrate my existence since I started in the band years ago. They want to do this big thing, have artists sing for me and stuff.” Michael says as you hum. 

“So you’re planning it, technically?” You snort. 

Michael laughs and pinches your thigh. “Not really. I know it’s happening, and I’ll be rehearsing for my performances. But there will be singers I love.” 

You nod, chewing the inside of your cheek. You want to say something, but the night has gone so perfectly that you don’t want to ruin it. 

“That’s nice.” 

“I want you there.” 

You both say at the same time, and you sit up, turning around and looking at Michael. You look to see for any humor in his face, but his lips sit tight. “What?”

“I want you and your band to be there. Sing whatever you want, I just want you there.” 

You cover your naked chest, shaking your head. “As your girlfriend or as an artist?” 

Michael sighs your name, and you shake your head. “You know.” 

“No.” You say, standing up, stepping out of the tub, grabbing a towel, and wrapping it around your body as you lean against the bathroom counter. Minutes before, Michael had pushed you against the mirror, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. And now, he’s breaking your heart. 

“I don’t want to fight, please.” Michael pleads, stepping out of the bathtub. “Michael, we’ve been together for a damn year and a half! That’s almost two damn years, and I need more.” 

Michael furrows his brows. “More?” 

You scoff and point at him. “You know.”

He sighs, licking his lips as he walks to you. You take a step back, lifting your hand. 

“I don’t want to be your hidden hookup forever, Michael.”

“You’re not a hidden hookup. You’re my girlfriend.” 

You laugh, walking out of the bathroom and into the room, taking out your change of clothes from your bag. “You have a nice way of showing that I’m your girlfriend, then.” 

Michael sighs, dressing himself as you sigh heavily, drying your hair, and dressing yourself. “Baby, let’s talk about this.” 

“There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t want them to think I’m some singer you happen to listen to. I want them to know you love me. I want them to know we’ve known each other for two years and have loved each other since then.” You say, hurt lacing in your voice as you finish tucking in your shirt into your pants. 

Michael catches the tone and walks to you, hugging you from behind. “I’m scared.” 

You let go of his grip, turning around. “I can handle some hate, Michael. Don’t forget I’m in this industry too.” 

“Last time I was public with someone, they asked us if we had sex. If we slept together in the same marriage, if our marriage was legit. Do you know how inhumane that is? I don’t want anyone assuming our love for each other is conditional and comes with a set of limits just because of our statuses.” Michael explains, hurt and frustration filling his voice. You nod, pick up your bag, and put on your heels. 

“Our love is conditional, though, Michael.” You say as you put on your scarf, walking out the door. Two weeks later, you and your sisters got that letter via fax. 

That was almost 5 months ago, and now it’s the night. You and your sisters do a group hug, assuring each other of your beauty and talent and taking your positions before the stages open up. 

You were performing two hit songs, Say My Name and Cater 2 U. It was the hit songs that almost everyone knew, and this would get everyone dancing. You take a deep breath. You sat around Michael before, but couldn’t pay attention to him as you were in public. The tension was much different when you were around people. 

The cheers began, and the stage opened. The DJ announces you and your group, and everyone immediately stands and claps as you bring the microphone to your lips. 

“We heard the King of Pop had a thing for secrets. Well, here’s a very great one for you all. No one likes to be hidden away forever.” You say, and the song begins. 

You began singing, focusing on the rhythm of the music while paying attention to the crowd. No one noticed your introduction. You didn’t expect them to; however, as you walk to Michael’s side of the stage, you notice the look in his eyes. 

It’s filled with admiration, sadness, acceptance, and love. It represented your heart as you continued to sing, dancing along to the choreography you and your sisters had spent months practicing. The song comes to an end, and you smile and wave as people cheer you on. You look at Michael, giving him a wave as he bows his head, as the camera pans on him. To the crowd, it simply looks as if there’s a praise from the celebration to the gift. However, to you both, it was an acknowledgment of all your previous fights. Your careers and level of fame would always be inevitable in your relationship. That was an acceptance you were angry at realizing, but it was the truth. 

Your sisters take over the next introduction as you walk to the side and take a sip of your water. You catch Michael’s eye, but you ignore them as you smile to the crowd. You walk back to the place with your sisters, taking a breath. “This next song is called Cater 2 U. This song is for the ladies who love their hardworking and loving men.” You begin to sing, and the claps and cheers give you the energy to give it your all. “Don't know if I need to reassure you… my life would be purposeless without you,” you three point at the same time, and the crowd goes wild. Your sister focuses on the dance while you focus on the vocals, and you don’t miss the lip bite Michael gives as you turn your back to the crowd, smiling as they go wild. 

“Let me cater to you, 'cause, baby, this is your day… do anything for my man, baby, you blow me away…” You end the song with a high and long note, receiving a standing ovation as you and your sisters bow to the crowd. You bring the microphone to your lips, ready to give a small speech praising the King of Pop before he stands, cutting you off. He walks from his seat to the stage with the help of security. 

Your sisters give you a confused look, and the crowd murmurs in confusion. You look to Michael as he walks up to you, requesting your mic. You give it to him with a hesitant look, but he smiles at you. 

“Let’s give it up for the amazing girls who just gave us the performance of a lifetime.” You smile and laugh as the crowd screams, clapping. You hold onto your sisters and turn to Michael. 

“Before the night comes to an end, I want to say something.” You tilt your head, Michael smiling as he takes a step forward. “Two years ago, my life changed for the better. I was recovering from media hate, struggling with the transition from being simply an artist to a father and an artist. The change was a lot, but there was something new in my life, I was sure of. A special someone entered my life, and fulfilled my life in a way that made me sure of every decision I made. I wasn’t scared to show her my love behind closed doors, because all the love I had to give was for her. I know now that I was wrong. All the love I have to give should be all the love, not just limited to what I think is right or wrong.” Michael says as the crowd anticipates him to continue. 

Michael turns and gives you a look. A look you know too well. He looks at you after an argument, a look he gives so carefully, and a look that makes you feel. 

“This beautiful lady has been my love for the past two years, and I think it’s damn time for everyone to know.” He grabs your hand and brings you forward, nodding as the crowd goes crazy. Your ears ring from the volume, but your mind focuses on one thing. The touch of Michael. It wasn’t seductive or performative, but it was the comfort that brought you to a smile. It was the comfort in the pattern he was tracing on your fingers that made you smile. 

“Darling, I love you. More than anything in this world, including Jermaine.” The crowd laughs, and you laugh away as you swipe a tear from your cheek. Michael cups your chin and winks at you as he brings a kiss to your lips. 

This kiss was different, and it was your favorite one you’ve ever shared. It was no longer hidden or shared in anxiety, but instead it was shared in a room full of people that you both loved. This was its specialty, and it was fulfilling. 

Michael lets go of the microphone and wraps his arms around you. You breathe in his embrace and smile as he presses kisses all over your face. “I love you so much.” 

You smile, gripping onto his white jacket. “I love you.” 

“You mean the world to me, and tonight wasn’t to prove anything to anyone. It was a declaration of my love to you, one of just many more to come.” Michael winks, and you smile. You give him another kiss and wave to the crowd, walking off. 

The crew backstage gives you warm smiles as you walk down the halls, and your sisters immediately pull you into an interrogation. 

“When were you going to tell us you were sleeping with Michael Jackson?” You shake your head, taking your heels off and slipping on your socks. 

“Because I love him.” You smile as they roll their eyes but give you a comforting hug. 

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It’s now hours after the show, and you’re drinking down the cup of tea that Michael’s prepared for you. You’re in his penthouse, and the view makes you smile. 

“Tonight was amazing, baby. Thank you.” Michael says, giving you a kiss as he sits beside you. 

You shake your head. “Thank you for existence, Mr. 30th anniversary.” 

Michael groans and shakes his head. “Pretend it’s my 30th birthday or something.” 

“Nope, old man.” You laugh as you set down the mug and lean your head on Michael’s shoulder. 

“Careful, before I show you what this old man can do,” Michael warns, making you stand and roll your eyes. “I’ll be waiting.” You say, and yelp as Michael rushes to carry you and throw you on the bed. 

He takes his time removing your clothes, but once he’s done, he’s pressing kisses all over your body. “Your body is my fuel.”

You moan and grip onto Michael’s hair as he nips below your breast. “Then use it all you want.” 

Michael groans, and your night turns sleepless, resulting in a night full of passion. It turns into morning, and your body is sore, but you feel so good. 

You sigh as you press a kiss on Michael’s arm. “Our lives are going to look so different once we step out of this room.” 

Michael nods and plays with your hair. “I know. But I’m prepared for what’s to come. We don’t owe anyone anything. We don’t owe these tabloids our sex lives, or what our date nights look like.” 

You smile and look at Michael. “So you don’t want me to tell them how you love it when I take control?”

Michael groans, playfully biting you. You laugh, using the sheet as a cover. 

You stay there for a few more moments, moments filled with bliss and love. It was your moments, and that was the mindset you carried as you stepped out of that hotel building and into the world.

era: victory tour!michael

contents/warnings: michael x fem!reader, oral (reader receiving), you and michael are considered close friends in this, drunk consensual sex, michael is DUMB DRUNK, soft dom!michael, tiny bit of sub michael if you squint, READER HAS HAIR (i don’t know why we treat hair down there as a bad thing smh), riding his face, getting caught, not proofread and ect

w/a: wow two ‘drabbles’ in a night, can you tell i’m committed? i wrote this listing to “drunk in love” by beyoncé and “say it” by tory lanez so you can just imagine how this would go lol

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you guys were the best of friends, everywhere he went you were right there with him, together. he would even would put you as his ‘date’ to any event he attended. inseparable you guys were, always getting the “are you guys dating?” question universally. ofc you guys would say no, but deep down, you guys knew you wanted eachother, badly. you and michael were invited to this afterparty following his umpteenth concert with his brothers. initially, he didn’t want to go, but you wanted to. it took some convincing him but then he agreed.

the party had a whole selection of alcohol, now you weren’t really a drinker, neither was michael but since you dragged him here he was going to make the most out of the amenities. you took a few shots yourself, already feeling woozy. michael was doing the same, and boy was he devouring each shot he took. everyone started to gather around him because no one was used to seeing michael drink this much. “chug, chug, chug, chug!!” the crowd around him started to exclaim, making michael finish each shot like there was no tomorrow. after one particular shot he started to get the hiccups, that’s how you knew it was time to go.

“b-but i want to stayyy…” he says, “no michael, we both need to go before we die of alcohol poisoning.” lifting him out of the chair, both of you guys stumbling towards the entrance. bill greets you at the door, “had enough to drink kids?” he says chuckling as he walks to the other side of michael and lifts him up because at this point michael’s legs are dragging on the floor. “billllll…. y/ns making me leaveee…” followed by a hiccup. “bill please just get us to the hotel befor-.” you slur your words mid sentence, embarrassed on how much you let yourself go. “alright, i’ll get yall there as fast as I can.” you guys hurry to the car. “I WANT TO STAYYY….” he stomps his foot standing outside the car, “michael get your ASS IN THE CAR RIGHT NOW.” you yell at him, your eyes narrowing. he whines and follows behind you, defeated.

you guys finally make it to the hotel, stumbling towards the elevator. the ride up to the suite feels like hours. “y/nn…. i lovee youuuu” he smirks at yo, waiting on a response. “i love you too michael, but please let’s just get to the room before you confess your undying love to me.” you say tapping your foot on the tiled floor. you finally make it to the room, michael flopping on the bed, too whipped to do anything. you change in the bathroom, removing the dress you had on into some shorts in a tank top. you open the door and see michael still in his clothes. “michael do you need help.” you roll your eyes, stumbling over to him. even though you were drunk yourself, you just had to take care of michael like you always did. “y-yes please.” an arm covering his face. “here, sit on the edge of the bed.” he does exactly what you say. bending down infront of him, you start to take off his shoes. seeing you like this infront of him made him turned on, you bending down like this made your boobs the most visible and prominent due to the tank top. dirty thoughts start to corrode his mind, his clothed dick getting harder each second you’re down there. you looked good enough to eat (literally), he couldn’t just sit there and say nothing. “y/n…” “yes michael??” “have you ever got eaten out?” he ask, genuinely curious. “what?!?” you say flustered, a slight redness rushing up to your cheeks. “what type of question is that michael!!!” you say looking anywhere but his face. “a..*hiccup* genuine one. just answer it pleaseee…” “no… i haven’t.” you saying adjusting yourself as your stand up to help take his jacket off. “would you… ever like too?” you play along, whatever helps him cooperate. “i mean, i guess.” “like right now m-maybe??” you freeze, did he just ask you for permission to eat you out?? “michael i-” “please y/n… i need to t-taste you. plus we’re just experimenting, just to see if you like it.” he says pulling you closer, looking up at you with lust in his eyes. how could you ever say no to him, with him looking like that you might as well just let him do it. “okay..” you agree to his proposal. he grins ear to ear, almost sobering up right away.

he stands up infront of you, leaning down to kiss you gently. you melt into him, tugging his hair ever so slightly, groaning into your mouth. he sits on the edge of the bed again, this time pulling you onto his lap, lips still connected. the kiss gets sloppier as time goes by, you slowly grinding on his crotch. he pulls away, letting both of you catch some air. “i-i you to sit on my face.” drawing circles on your back. “michael i don’t know, i don’t want to crush-” “i don’t care, i can take it. just do it please.” he says, leaning back on the bed, inviting you to do exactly what he just said. you take your shorts and panties off, discarding them somewhere on the floor. you inch up to where his mouth is, hovering over him. “please baby, just sit.” drooling at the sight of your aching pussy. you come down slowly, his tongue lapping your cunt.

“fuck fuck fuck, michael…. ngh.” covering your mouth from the noises you’re making. he takes the sign of your moaning as he’s doing something good, so he starts to suck and slurp on your clit, making you squeeze his head with your thighs. he moans against you, who knew pussy would taste this wonderful? you start to move your hips, chasing after your release. your pubic hairs pressing against his nose. he loves everything about you, he’s starting to think he should’ve done this sooner. you taste so good, becoming pussy drunk only a few minutes in. he starts to slurp you faster, not noticing how good it’s making you feel, he just wants to taste you in his mouth, he wants to lick his lips days later and still taste you on him. “m-michael, i’m gonna, i’m gonna!!” you cum in his mouth, squirting in the process. he rolls his eyes back, the feeling of your juices flowing down his face made him release in his own pants. his hips jerk foward, the friction of his dick and his clothes causing him an unbearable sensation. “oh fuckk… you taste so good.”

then you hear a hard knock on the door, “michael, y/n…. you in there??” it sounds like a man, it sounds like… tito? “michael open the door man,” jackie adds. the realization hits, all of his brothers are outside the door. you can’t let them see you like this, or else they would never let you guys live it down. “hey uh, JUST A MINTUE!!” you answer him. you hop off of michael, looking for your undergarments you discarded somewhere on the floor. michael gets annoyed and gets up to handle it himself, hair still messy and some of your cum still on his lips. he looks back one more time to make sure you’re clothed, then opens the door. “hey-.” tito getting ready to ramble his ear off, but then he notices the state michael is in, he starts to grasp what you guys were doing in there. “no way.” marlon covers his mouth trying to hold back his laughter. “big brother mike just got some good ush.” randy whispers into marlon’s ear, making him bust out laughing. you hear the commotion, and you cover your face, this is soooo embarrassing. michael chuckles, giving randy a confirming nod. “well, i’m feeling a bit tired. let’s go guys.” tito ushes the brothers away from the room winking at michael. michael closes the door infront of him, still snickering to himself. “THAT WAS SO EMBARRASSING MICHAEL I CANT BELIEVE THAT JUST HAPPENED.” stuffing your face in the pillows. he climbs into bed with you, “hey, at least they know they can’t hit on you anymore.” he snuggles next to you. you turn to the side, laying your head on his chest. “so what are we now michael?” you ask, “whatever you want us to be.”

oh nothing just mj being an angel face doe eyed baby in the say say say music video 🪽

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ THE GIRL IS MINE

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— type : one-shot (requested)

— genre(s) : fluff

— pairing : michael x reader

— tags : offthewall!michael, reader is bill’s daugther and know the jacksons, friends to lovers, mike is so cute and so jealous.

— disclaimer : such a cute request that i had to share it with everyone ! i love seeing cheesy fluff with mike.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ michael doesn’t seems to enjoy the way his brothers flirt with you, especially when he’s to one who want to be yours…

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it started with the long nights at the studio and the quiet afternoons at the jackson estate. being the daughter of someone as loyal as bill meant your life was naturally woven into theirs. while your father was busy ensuring the family’s safety and logistics, you were usually tucked away in a corner of the living room with a book, or more often than not, trailing behind michael.

you two had been inseparable since the move to la. you were the one person who didn’t want anything from him other than his company, and for michael, that was everything. you knew him before the world truly claimed him—before the glitter of the off the wall era really took flight. to you, he was just mike: the boy who loved magic tricks, old movies, and feeding the deer on the property.

the dynamic was always lively, to say the least. living—or at least spending most of your waking hours—around five brothers meant there was never a dull moment. but lately, the air felt different.

jermaine would always find a reason to lean against the doorframe when you walked by, flashing a slow, charming smile that lingered just a bit too long. jackie started making jokes about how "stunning" you were becoming, playfully nudging you whenever you sat down for dinner. marlon was constantly "accidentally" brushing his shoulder against yours or finding excuses to hold your hand while showing you a new dance step.

you, being as oblivious as you were loyal, just brushed it off as them being their usual, boisterous selves. they were like family, right?

michael saw it all. he watched from the shadows of the hallway, his fingers nervously drumming against his thigh. he knew his brothers' "tactics" better than anyone, and seeing them turn that charm on you made his chest tighten in a way he couldn't quite explain yet.

you were sitting on the edge of the fountain out front, waiting for your father to finish up a meeting, when michael finally stepped out. he didn't look like a global superstar in his simple corduroy trousers and a soft sweater, but his eyes held a weight you hadn't seen before.

"they're doing it again, you know," he murmured, sitting down beside you, his voice barely a whisper above the sound of the splashing water.

"doing what, mike?" you asked, tilting your head.

he let out a soft, frustrated huff, looking at his shoes. "flirting with you. my brothers. they think they're being subtle, but they're not. and it's driving me crazy because they don't know you like i do."

you blinked, looking from michael back toward the house where the light was spilling out from the kitchen windows. you could see the shadows of his brothers moving around inside, laughing and jostling each other.

"mike, you’re overthinking it," you said softly, reaching out to pat his knee. "they’re just being playful. you know how they are—always joking, always trying to get a reaction. they don't mean anything by it. i'm just bill's daughter to them, the girl who’s always been around."

michael didn't look convinced. he shifted closer to you on the edge of the stone fountain, the sound of the water filling the silence between you. "it’s not just jokes, and you know it. when jermaine 'happens' to be in the hallway every time you leave the room, or when marlon tries to teach you those dance moves just so he can hold your waist... that’s not just being a family friend."

you laughed, a light sound that usually made him smile, but his expression stayed serious. "well, even if they are being a little extra lately, it doesn't matter. i don't see them that way at all. it’s actually kind of funny that you’re the one getting worked up about it. i’m fine, really. i can handle a few cheesy lines from jackie."

"i just don't like it," he muttered, his voice sounding small. he picked at a loose thread on his sweater, refusing to meet your eyes. "it feels different now. everything is changing so fast. the music, the move to la, the way people look at us... i just wanted one thing to stay the same. i wanted us to stay the same."

you tilted your head, trying to catch his gaze. "nothing is changing between us, mike. i'm still me, and you're still the only one i actually want to spend my afternoons with. who cares if your brothers are being flirty? they’ll get bored and move on to the next girl who actually falls for it."

michael finally looked up, his big brown eyes searching yours. he looked like he wanted to say something else—something much heavier—but he held it back. he just bit his lip and nodded slowly.

"i hope you're right," he whispered, though the way he was looking at you made it clear he didn't think his brothers were the only ones whose feelings were shifting. "just... be careful. they can be pretty persistent when they want something."

"i'll be fine, bodyguard jr.," you joked, trying to lighten the mood. "now come on, your dad is going to wonder where you disappeared to, and my father is probably looking for me to head home."

as you stood up to leave, you didn't notice the way michael lingered for a second, watching you walk away with a look of quiet longing that had absolutely nothing to do with being "just friends."

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the next few days at the estate only made things more tense. every time you walked into a room, it felt like a spotlight followed you, and not the kind michael was used to.

you were in the kitchen helping make some tea when jermaine walked in, leaning against the counter much closer than necessary. "you know," he started, his voice smooth like silk, "i was thinking of heading out to that new club later this week. a girl like you shouldn't be stuck in this house all the time. you need to see the city lights."

you gave him a polite smile, moving to the other side of the island to grab some sugar. "thanks, jermaine, but you know i usually stay back with my dad or hang out with mike. i’m not really a club person."

"maybe you just haven't gone with the right person yet," he countered, flashing that practiced grin.

from the doorway, you heard a sharp throat-clear. michael was standing there, his arms crossed over his chest, looking uncharacteristically annoyed. "don't you have a rehearsal to get to, jermaine?"

jermaine just laughed, putting his hands up in mock surrender before strolling out, throwing you one last wink. as soon as he was gone, michael stepped into the kitchen, his energy practically buzzing with frustration.

"see?" he said, his voice low. "that wasn't 'just being friendly.' he’s trying to take you out."

"he was just being nice, mike! he thinks i'm bored," you argued softly, stirring the tea. "why are you so on edge lately? you're usually the calmest person i know."

michael grabbed a glass but didn't fill it with anything. he just held it, his knuckles turning slightly white. "because it’s everywhere. even marlon was asking me yesterday if i thought you had a boyfriend back in gary. they’re circling you like you’re... like you’re something they can just win."

you sighed, setting the spoon down and stepping closer to him. "hey. look at me. i’m not a prize, and i’m not interested. i’ve told you a hundred times, i’m here for my work and for our friendship. why does it bother you so much if they’re being silly?"

he looked down at you, the golden kitchen light catching the curls falling over his forehead. he looked like he wanted to scream it—to tell you exactly why it hurt to see them look at you—but he just tightened his jaw.

"it just bothers me because you deserve better than their games," he managed to say, though his eyes were saying something completely different. "i just want you to be respected."

"i am respected," you insisted, giving his arm a playful squeeze. "now stop being so moody. we’re supposed to listen to those new demos tonight, remember? just you and me. no brothers allowed."

a tiny, reluctant smile finally broke across his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. "just us," he repeated, the words sounding like a promise he was desperately trying to keep to himself. "i like the sound of that."

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later that evening, the house had finally quieted down. the brothers had drifted off to different parts of the estate or gone out, leaving the recording room at the back of the house bathed in a dim, blueish light. the air smelled like expensive leather and the faint scent of the incense michael liked to burn when he was feeling creative.

michael was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the sofa with his eyes closed, listening to the raw track of a new song. you were perched right next to him, your shoulder brushing his every time you leaned in to check the lyrics written in his messy scrawl on the notepad between you.

"this part," you whispered, pointing to a line about dancing until the morning light. "it’s magic, mike. people are going to lose their minds when they hear this."

he opened his eyes and looked at you, a genuine, soft smile finally gracing his lips. for a moment, the tension from the kitchen was gone. "you really think so? i want it to feel like... like an escape. like nothing else in the world matters except the rhythm."

"it does," you assured him. "i can feel it."

the moment was perfect until the door swung open, and jackie walked in, still wearing his sunglasses even though it was night. "there she is," he joked, ignoring michael entirely and coming to sit on the other side of you. "i was wondering where you’d disappeared to. you’ve been hiding in here all night."

"we’re working, jackie," michael said, his voice clipped and cold.

jackie just chuckled, reaching over and playfully ruffling your hair. "working hard or hardly working? you know, i’m going for a drive tomorrow morning. thought you might want to come along, see the coast. get some fresh air away from mr. serious over here."

you felt michael stiffen beside you. his entire body went rigid. you quickly tried to smooth things over, giving jackie a small, awkward smile. "that’s sweet, jackie, but i promised mike i'd help him organize these tapes tomorrow. maybe another time?"

jackie shrugged, unfazed. "suit yourself. but the offer stands. you’re way too pretty to spend all your time in a dark room with dusty tapes." he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a theatrical stage whisper. "don't let him bore you to death, okay?"

once jackie finally left, the silence in the room felt heavy. michael didn't move. he just stared at the tape deck, his chest heaving slightly.

"mike?" you said softly, reaching out to touch his hand.

he pulled his hand away quickly, standing up and crossing the room to the window. "i can't do this," he muttered, his back to you. "i can't just sit here and watch them do it over and over again."

"he was just being jackie!" you stood up, feeling frustrated now. "why are you taking it so personally? i said no! i always say no. doesn't that tell you something?"

michael turned around, his face a mask of hurt and hidden anger. "no, it doesn't tell me enough! it tells me you’re nice and you’re loyal, but it doesn't stop them from trying. and it doesn't stop me from..." he choked off the words, shaking his head.

"from what?" you stepped closer, searching his face. "from what, michael?"

he looked like he was vibrating with the effort of holding it in. "from wishing i was the only one who had the right to be in your space. they treat it like a game, but for me... it’s not a game. it’s never been a game."

he looked away, his jaw tight. "forget it. let's just finish the demo."

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the rest of the session was quiet—too quiet. michael kept his head down, focusing intensely on the soundboard, his fingers moving over the sliders with a precision that felt almost robotic. you sat back on the sofa, watching him, but for the first time in years, you weren't actually listening to the music.

you were replaying his words in your head. for me... it’s not a game. it’s never been a game.

was he just being protective? or was it something deeper? you started thinking back over the last few months. the way he’d always save the seat next to him for you. the way he’d remember the most random details about your childhood in gary. the way he looked at you when he thought you weren't looking—not with the flashy, confident smirk jermaine gave you, but with a sort of soft, aching vulnerability.

your heart skipped a beat, and you suddenly felt very warm in the air-conditioned room.

"mike?" you whispered, your voice cracking just a little.

"yeah?" he didn't turn around. he was adjusting a dial that didn't really need adjusting.

"do you... do you really think i don't see what's happening? with everyone?" you stood up and walked over to him, stopping just a few feet away. "i mean, i know i act like it’s nothing, but... are you saying you think i should be taking it seriously?"

he finally let his hands drop from the board. he turned slowly, his face half-hidden in the shadows of the studio. "i'm saying that i don't like sharing your time with people who don't value you the way i do. they see a beautiful girl. i see... i see my everything."

he froze as soon as the words left his mouth. his eyes went wide, and he looked like he wanted to pull the air back into his lungs. you felt the world shift on its axis. everything. he didn't say "my friend." he didn't say "my sister."

"michael..." you breathed, taking a step closer.

the confusion that had been clouding your brain for weeks was starting to lift, replaced by a sudden, sharp realization. the reason you hadn't cared about jermaine's flirting or jackie's invitations wasn't because you were oblivious. it was because none of it felt real. none of it felt like this. the heat radiating off michael, the way his breath hitched when you got closer—this was real.

you reached out, your hand trembling slightly, and brushed your fingers against his wrist. his skin was burning.

"is that why you've been so upset?" you asked, your voice barely audible over the hum of the equipment. "not because of them... but because of you?"

michael looked down at your hand on his wrist, then back up at your eyes. the wall he’d built up all evening was crumbling. he didn't pull away this time. instead, he turned his hand over, interlacing his fingers with yours, his grip tight and desperate.

"i’ve been trying so hard to be the 'good friend,'" he admitted, his voice trembling. "i didn't want to push you. i didn't want to be another jackson brother trying to move in on you. but watching them... it was killing me. because i’ve waited so long, and i was so scared that if i didn't speak up, one of them would eventually convince you."

you looked at your joined hands, then up at him, a small, realization-filled smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "michael, you're so literal sometimes. you really thought i’d choose a club date with jermaine over a night in the studio with you?"

he let out a shaky, nervous laugh, his eyes never leaving yours. "i don't know. i’m not as smooth as they are. i just have my music... and i have you. and i really, really don't want to lose the second one."

the air in the room felt different now—thicker, sweeter. you realized you were leaning in, and he was too. the distance between you was disappearing, and for the first time, you weren't thinking about bill, or the brothers, or the off the wall release. you were just thinking about the boy who had been your best friend, and how much you wanted him to be so much more.

the silence in the studio was no longer heavy; it was warm, like a soft blanket wrapped around the both of you. you could hear the faint, rhythmic ticking of the tape reels spinning in the background, but everything else had faded away.

michael’s thumb traced small, nervous circles over the back of your hand. he looked down at your joined fingers, a shy smile finally tugging at his lips—the kind of smile he usually reserved for his most private moments.

"you're really serious?" he whispered, his voice sounding breathless. "about them not standing a chance? i mean, jermaine... he’s got that look, and jackie... he’s got the car, and the—"

"michael joseph jackson," you interrupted, stepping into his personal space until your chest was inches from his. you looked up at him, your heart doing a frantic dance of its own. "stop listing your brothers. they aren't you. they don't look at the stars the way you do, and they definitely don't make me feel like... like this."

"like what?" he asked, his voice dropping to a velvety hush. he leaned down just a fraction, his eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips and back again.

"like i'm the only person in the world who matters," you admitted, your own voice trembling now. "you’ve been looking out for me since the day we moved here. you’re the one i want to talk to at 3:00 am, and you’re the only one whose opinion i actually care about. it was always you, mike. i think i was just too scared to admit it because i didn't want to lose my best friend."

michael let out a long, shaky breath, as if he’d been holding it for years. "you could never lose me," he promised. "i'm stuck to you like glue. my brothers are going to be so annoyed when they find out."

you giggled, the tension finally breaking. "oh, they’re going to be unbearable. jermaine is going to try to give you 'advice' and marlon is going to tease us for the next ten years."

"let them," michael said, his confidence suddenly returning now that he knew where you stood. he reached up with his free hand, cupping your cheek with a tenderness that made your knees weak. his touch was light, but his gaze was intense. "let them talk. they can have the clubs and the cars. as long as i have this."

he didn't kiss you yet—it was michael, after all, and he lived for the quiet, soulful build-up—but he leaned forward until his forehead rested against yours. you could feel the warmth of his skin and the rapid beat of his heart through his sweater.

"just promise me one thing," he murmured, his eyes closing as he breathed in your scent.

"anything," you replied.

"don't tell bill yet," he joked, a hint of his old mischievous self peaking through. "i don't think your dad is ready to see me as anything other than the kid who follows you around."

you laughed softly, leaning into him, feeling more at home than you ever had in the giant mansion. "deal. but you’re going to have to be a better actor, mike. because the way you’re looking at me right now? the whole world is going to know."

he just hummed in response, pulling you into a proper hug, his arms locking around your waist as he pulled you tight against him. for the first time in weeks, the jealousy was gone, replaced by a quiet, steady glow that felt like the beginning of a whole new era.

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ughhh i love when michael is a shy cutie patootie who is crazy in love and jealous 🥹 my bbg frr !! xoxo

MICHAEL JACKSON // Bad 25, directed by Spike Lee (08/∞)

author’s note: okay so there will be another part & that should definitely be the last one. to be fair i literally could make my writing long, i just think i don’t want to bore anyone. i should definitely go back to that, but thank u loves for enjoying the first part <3 didn’t proofread #sorry

summary : after the unexpected phone call from michael, it's been a little hard to continue your day to day life when there's too many coincidences.

heads up : flashbacks, overuse of word fiancé and friend because i didn't want to give them names, fluff for like 2 minutes, remind me to never do cheesy lines again

era : basically thrad x f!reader

previous: ⅓

now reading: ⅔

proceed : ³⁄₃ (coming soon)

by the time your boy came in, you'd been in the studio for about five and a half hours.

it's not your fault that you're meticulous with everything. detail-oriented. that's one of the first things michael noticed he adored about you.

whenever he would watch you warm up, he saw how you took time to prepare your lines and legs throughly. you knew exactly which muscles you intended to use in your choreography. textures and dynamics were so important to you when creating more mature and expressive movement choices. you never wanted anyone that was watching to know how you were going to hit the next accent.

michael had never seen you adjust your clothes during your sessions.

the tops you often wore that barely covered your chest were always tied up in a tight bow. your bottoms, whether baggy or tight, always sat perfectly on the soft plush of your hips without riding up or down. you changed out your navel piercing to not only match each of your outfits, but to accentuate your body as you danced.

when stretching your back, it would sparkle as the studio light caught hold of it, contrasting real pretty against your tanned stomach. the heels you wore forced your feet into an exaggerated arch, creating the most gorgeous line from your shin down to your toes.

you were teaching two of your tour mates the last eight-count for the night when michael walked into the dim room.

briefly, your head turned over your shoulder to meet his eyes, not stopping your count. in return he gave a soft smile, not wanting to interrupt what you were finishing up. he sat down in one of the plastic fold up chairs that stood in the corner of the studio, adjusting down in his seat so his legs could spread out comfortably. your girls shared a look with each other before looking over at you, watching the way your tongue toyed with the inside of your bottom lip. you ignored them, truthfully not wanting to keep them there for much longer. "we're gonna do this two more times," you told them as you walked over to the stereo. "and don't forget to wait until the snare to throw your head back."

michael's eyes behind his sunglasses shamelessly trailed down your body. he saw the moisture gathering down the faint cleavage of your back, making your skin shine. he's always loved the way you walked. your hips moved effortlessly and your calves tightened up with every step you took. he could see the supple flesh of your ass bounce in such a feminine way that made his heart race.

those same eyes stayed stuck on you as he watched you do the floor section with them. his head bopped subtly to the hard bass of the song, and he would nod even harder when he felt like a move hit him differently. michael leaned forward in his chair slowly, elbows resting against his knees as he watched your body drag against the hardwood. the movement quality was filthy in the prettiest way — controlled hips, soft back, sharp accents.

he especially loved the way you delayed your movement by half a count before catching the music perfectly. it made people watch harder. made them wait for you. by the time your knees spread against the floor and your spine arched back into the snare, michael was chewing the inside of his cheek beneath his small smile.

after the last run-through, the room finally settled into silence aside from everybody’s heavy breathing and the faint hum of the stereo.

“better,” you told them, hands planted on your hips as you caught your breath. “yall finally stopped rushing the count.”

one of the girls laughed, reaching over for her water bottle. “girl it's because you threatened to make us do it ten more times.”

“and i would’ve,” you replied easily.

michael smiled to himself from the corner of the room.

“alright, that’s it for tonight,” you finally sighed, walking over to shut the music off. “go home before your knees hate me tomorrow.”

the girls gathered their things slowly, exchanging little looks once they noticed michael still sitting there watching you. “night, mj,” one of them teased softly on the way out.

“goodnight,” he answered, never fully taking his eyes off you. he kept his voice soft in that tone that made you feel a type of way.

the door shut behind them with a soft click.

and suddenly the studio felt much smaller.

you started to walk towards him, curiosity getting the best of you as you asked quietly, "wanna see it again?"

that made michael look up from where he sat slouched in the folding chair. "hm?"

"the floor section," your manicured fingers toyed with the slightly frayed bottom of your heel absentmindedly. "i feel like i wanna change some things."

he straightened up a little bit, looking at you all handsome.

"yeah mama," he answered softly, "show me."

so you did. you let the music play at a lower volume than you had it before, wanting to hear any type of praise or suggestion that he had to give. having full confidence in yourself never took any pleasure away from your man telling you how good you are.

you rolled slowly onto your knees, thighs spreading against the hardwood as your hips caught the bass a half-count later than expected. instead of hitting every accent immediately, you allowed the movement to linger inside your body first. it made people watch you harder. wait for you.

michael loved that.

you refused to rush the music. you let certain movements sit in your body for an extra beat, letting the tension build visibly in your shoulders and hips before finally releasing it into the next count.

michael pushed himself up with a quiet grunt, hands dragging over his knees before he wandered toward the back wall. he could now himself behind you in the reflection of the studio mirror which was partially steamed up due to how much you've been working. he had on black ed hardy sweats today that looked so soft against his lean frame. they sat low on his hips, bunching around his long legs whenever he shifted his weight. he tilted his head at you in quiet concentration, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them into his pocket.

you melted down onto one hip, letting your weight settle into the floor before rolling through your spine. one arm kept you lifted while the other traced lazily up your calf, acrylic nails ghosting against your heel.

the movement stayed soft until it didn’t.

your hips pressed forward against the floor as your leg extended sharply toward the ceiling, the arch through your back deepening while your stomach stayed tight and controlled beneath it. the studio lights caught against the shine of your skin every time you shifted.

“yeah,” michael murmured softly after exhaling through his nose. “don’t change that.”

"you liked it?" you asked, furrowing your brows a little as you adjusted your position in the mirror.

a cute sounding mhm left michael's lips as his beautiful smile grew. you tended to make him shy. "that looked prettier slower," he told you, his complex choreographer head following you ever so slightly through the mirror.

there was something almost unfair about the contrast of it all. delicate hands, soft wrists, pretty fingers paired with the brutal precision of your lower body whenever the bass kicked in. "do that again," he'd say, not trying to sound too demanding.

you'd do the same step, this time keeping eye contact with him as you did so.

"i love the way you hear the music, baby," michael murmured.

pushing yourself up off of the floor, your hand smoothed over your exposed thigh as you walked. michael's eyes followed you the entire way over. by the time you got in front of him, he was already reaching out without thinking. "c'mere."

needy boy.

your stomach tightened from how quietly he said it. you let him pull you in so gently to stand between his legs. his head lulled back against the wall, looking down at you with curls in his face. you could feel the coolness of his silver rings against the warmth of your bare hips, which his large hands had settled on instinctively.

"you know what the problem is?" michael asked you quietly.

you raised your brows, "what?"

he smiled off to the side before looking back down at you. "you be flirtin' with the music like you should be flirtin' with me."

you laughed softly beneath your breath, pushing his shoulder back. "i flirt with you all the time."

michael ducked his head with a quiet laugh to match yours, his thumbs slowing on your dewy skin. "not enough," he murmured just enough for you to hear. you knew he was playing with you.

the smallest sound left the back of your throat as your pretty lips puffed out in a pout, feeling his hands guide you against him. " 'm sorry," you teased, tilting your head up to give him a gentle kiss. two more slow kisses were exchanged before you spoke against his lips, "i'll work on it."

michael hummed in return as one of his hands dragged over to the small of your back. "trust, you don't gotta work on anything for me," he shook his head after kissing you one more time. "i think you're perfect."

your smile softened at that, small fingers gently rubbing the nape of his neck.

"help me get this section perfect?" you suggested with a lilted tone, feeling him squeeze your hips while he chuckled prettily.

"of course," he replied.

you stepped away from his legs, your hand lingering in his for an extra second before letting go.

michael crossed his arms loosely over his chest as you got your music ready. you looked up, catching his eyes in the mirror. "just the last four eight-counts, okay?"

"mhm," he murmured, "dance for me baby."

(I LIKE) THE WAY YOU LOVE ME

Michael Jackson x female reader

SUMMARY: You and michael spend some quality time together while he works late in the studio

CONTENT: fluff, smiley giggly michael, lovey dovey established relationship, not smut but it gets just a little saucy at the end, a brief make out sesh, mentions of dry humping if you squint, was picturing bad era michael when i wrote this but feel free to choose your fighter

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Alrighttt the Michael biopic has me revisiting my decade long hyper fixation. That’s right!! we’re writing some mj fanfiction because I have no shame!! This little drabble came to me in a dream so I had to write it out lol hope you enjoy