miss jackson

[alohaluz]

𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

pov: you falling in love with michael jackson

pov: you are tired of being michael jackson's best-kept secret

pov: when michael jackson gave you an ultimato

pov: you realized it will never be you • part 2 • part 3

you're michael jackson's soulmate • smut

pov: you're tatiana's substitute • smut | part 2

pov: dating the most famous guy costs so much of yourself

scenario! a single night with the king of pop leaves you pregnant | part 1 • part 2 • part 3

vampire!michael jackson

moodboard michael jackson

moodboard younger gf

michael jackson otw era x reader!disco singer

you're grieving his loss • heavy angst

michael jackson x fem!rockstar

father figure

𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

pov: you are more than a friend to your best friend's boyfriend • part 2 • part 3 • part 4 • part 5

pov: you're jaafar's best friend since childhood

[femalekanye]

omfg

[poetsprey]

oh my god look at him do u want me to die 😭😭

[femalekanye]

i need him so bad

[alohaluz]

after not seeing michael for three long months, you meet him again, and his sister latoya for the first time.

۶۟ৎ genre: fluffy and comedy

previously

for michael, the living room was still a total mess even though he had been cleaning it since the morning. however, with the anxiety of you arriving very soon—mixed with latoya's high-pitched screams in his head—it seemed that the best he could do with the living room was that.

the shooting schedule for the wizard of oz was finally clear for the weekend, and luckily for him, you were totally free from any concerts.

when you called him, saying you wanted to see him after three long months apart—just the thought of you calling him or thinking about him was enough to give him butterflies in his stomach.

he needed you.

and for the first time, you would meet someone from his family—his sister latoya, who was already teasing him every time he looked at the clock.

"latoya, i don't want you to scare her with your laugh. so please, act normal."

"mike, why are you so nervous? you're the one who is going to scare the girl. anyway, i can finally have a friend over to this lonely apartment."

"lonely apartment? girl, why are you talking like blanche?"

latoya didn't answer. the doorbell rang loudly, and before michael could even react, she strode purposefully to the door and opened it.

you were finally there.

"hi, i'm latoya, michael's older sister!" she didn't wait for you to enter; she pulled you by the hand to the living room couch. "please make yourself comfortable. michael was just here. where did he go? michael! michael!"

michael was already embarrassed. he had gone quickly to the bathroom to check if his afro was okay and to spray a bit more of your favorite perfume. but of course, latoya had to scream like a deer colliding with a car.

he saw you there, sitting on the couch, looking as beautiful as ever. a true angel in disguise. he came up from behind without you noticing and murmured softly in your ear.

"hey, mama."

"mike, you scared me!" you jumped, but the horror movie soon turned into a comedy session when you heard latoya's high-pitched laugh for the first time. "hehehehehe hehehehehe."

oh god—one jackson was already too much, but two jacksons? god save you.

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[michaeldiary]

my biggest issue with this fandom is that i’m finding that a lot of people tell on themselves when it comes to michael and how they subconsciously view him and the sense of entitlement when consuming a writer’s work for free.

with michael specifically, i feel like.. there’s a certain kind of people who take his appearance, public persona, shyness, or whatever about him and start treating him as though he existed outside of any cultural context. like he wasn’t a black man born in 1958 in indiana, raised in a large black family, surrounded by black communities, black speech patterns, and black cultural norms..

like.. i’ll just be very frank. i genuinely believe people will make these crazy ass declarations about what he “would never say” or “never do” based on a mental image they’ve constructed because they don’t think he’s black enough to do black stuff. point blank. sorry.

nobody can prove what michael did or didn’t say in his private relationships. but it’s also not some bizarre, modern ass term from tiktok that appeared out of nowhere. “mama,” “ma,” “girl,” and similar terms of endearment have been common in many black communities for decades. so.. hearing a black man from michael’s generation use one of those names should be remotely shocking or give you an “ick” ... first question if you’re not black, are you racist? second question, if you are black, do you bully other black people who don’t particularly fit in with your image of what black is supposed to be?

because you “fans” unconsciously associate certain forms of speech with being too black or not fitting the version of michael you’ve built in your heads because you don’t view him as a real person with a regional, racial, and generational background. you see him as a character.

it’s the seeing people make assumptions about blackness based on presentation of it all. which is making me very irate because i still to this day get constant comments about how i’m perceived as an “unconventional” black woman. people short circuit when they remember oh! she’s black. huh. when i say nigga, or use aave, or anything else of that nature.

these people treat him as like he’s separate from black culture entirely because of his voice, mannerisms, appearance, wealth, etc. and that’s annoying as fuck because he struggled with that his entire time while he was here and this is very much real life for me too.

also. shut the fuck up? like literally just be quiet, oh my fucking god. there’s a difference between discussing writing choices and acting like you’ve been appointed the quality control officer of michael jackson fanfiction on tumblr.

and get out the x reader tag. oh my god, im agitated.

anyway, look at him. isn’t he so stinking cute?

[sugarcookiemj]

thigh humping thick invincible!michael yummy.. dizzy

[sweeterners]

some food for thought

[alohaluz]

pov: you realized it will never be you.

part 2 • part 3

you were always there. you remember seeing him singing when he was just a kid; he still had that shine in his eyes when he was dancing on the stage. you remember meeting him in the hallway of motown studio—he talked to you and laughed at your stupid jokes. he was there when your first single became a hit every friday at studio 54. you danced with him all night to celebrate; you were kids, partying, dancing, and making music.

but she was always there too:

diana ross.

you didn't realize it at first. it took you a long time to see the way she looked at him.

it clicked on one fateful day.

at the motown 25 special, mike did the moonwalk for the first time. he was so nervous, and you told him he would do fine, as he always did; he was brilliant on that stage. you needed to see him and tell him how incredible he was up there.

diana ross was there first.

they were in the green room. at first, you thought it was an ordinary interaction. you didn't know what compelled you to just stay in the hallway and watch them through the crack in the door, but something inside you told you to do it, so you stayed there.

you could see her hand touching his arm. she was like a hunter gazing at her next prey. they were almost embracing.

he was looking at her like she wasn't of this world; so much love was coming from his eyes.

it hurt because he never looked at you that way.

she was saying how proud she was of him, how he was a grown man now. and that was so weird—you felt like you could throw up at any moment. you couldn't believe the scene you were witnessing.

and then it happened. she slid her hand under his chin and gave him a subtle kiss on the corner of his mouth. you didn't realize you were holding your breath. mike didn't look surprised; he just giggled, and that was worse than everything you had just observed.

the realization that their relationship was so much more than you actually thought cut deep into your soul. maybe you were never meant to be, and maybe what you thought was a connection was just a sweet delusion of yours.

[alohaluz]

pov: you're michael jackson's soulmate.

michael jackson is not a perfect person; far from it, he's too sensitive for the world. he has always had this difficulty with people—they often find him too weird, too childish, too sensitive.

anyway, that's not a problem.

not when he has you, the lady in his life. you're one of the few people who can understand him. he's not lying when he says he can't live without you.

with you, everything was easy. it was surprising how well you both understood each other; you could read his mind, and he didn't need to say a word. you would look at him and see through the window to his core.

you're younger than he is, but that isn't a problem—at least for him. it doesn't matter. not when you see his soul like nobody else can.

one time, you told him that you felt like he was your soulmate.

at first, he laughed about it, and you didn't like his reaction—but c'mon, he's an older man, what was the proper way to react to that?

but then, something weird happened. one night, he had this dream: you were the sun and he was the moon. he was orbiting not around the earth, but around you.

that was a strange dream.

of course he told you. your reaction? you started laughing, calling him a crazy old man.

but then, things started to make sense, like the way he always knew about the spot on your neck that would make you melt.

or the way you would recognize his favorite things even when he had never told you, like the specific way he drinks tea: always with four drops of sugar and one of milk.

and he swears he never told you any of that.

that was—according to google—soulmate behavior.

so when michael is in bed and you are there by his side reading a book, he looks at you.

he stares at you so deeply that you can feel goosebumps all over your body. well, you don't look at him, but all your focus on reading goes into space.

"baby, i think we're really soulmates."

"i told you that a while ago, but you only believe it now?"

he doesn't say anything; instead, he gets closer to you and has the audacity to close your book. you can feel his breath against your back; he starts to press gentle kisses on your neck.

a short whine escapes from your mouth when you feel his boner growing against your ass. he's so hard that you have no choice besides humping on it.

you already so fucking wet—thank god, you're wearing a nightgown. michael slips his panties to the side and gently puts his hard cock in.

he stretches you so well; he thrusts in that sweet spot, and it's so, so, so good—he whispers the sweetest words in your ear, you can feel that thing inside you growing until you reach your limit.

you're squeezing him so hard, you're so wet for him, it's too much for him; he cums deeply inside you, while he tells how much he loves you and how you're a good girl for him.

you're glad he is your soulmate.

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[alohaluz]

𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲

pov: michael jackson is like a mentor to you, but sometimes you wish that he could be more than that.

you don't know when the lines of your relationship with him started to blur.

you're waiting for him in the studio, when you hear the click of the door opening—and he's there. after a long while, you're finally recording a duet with him. he was the one who proposed it, and of course, you said yes.

michael jackson taught you almost everything about the industry; he's a mentor to you. even more than that, he's like a father figure to you.

but sometimes, something inside you that you hide very well appears. the obscure feeling of wanting even more with him. it's like a temptation; you want to possess his attention all the time.

you snap out of your thoughts when he greets you by giving you a hug. you don't miss the opportunity to hug him a bit longer than normal, and kiss his cheeks, like a good girl.

"are you okay, sweetheart?"

"sure, how are you doing?"

"great. are you ready to record your vocals?"

"yes, sir."

you're not ready.

you already know what a perfectionist michael can be. that's going to be hard. with a brilliant smile, you walk into the booth and get closer to the mic. you put on the headphones.

"you can start whenever you're ready, princess."

you don't even finish the third line of your part when he interrupts you, saying that you're not singing on the right pitch.

you try again. and again. again. again. again. again. again. again. again. again.

and he interrupts you every damn minute. you're tired; it has been more than two hours and you can't get past the first verse.

"mike, i'm really tired. can we try later?"

"no, we can't. dear, this is serious business. you have to give your best, and i don't see you giving your best right now."

ouch. he didn't need to be so rude. you can't help staring at him with sulky eyes.

"don't give me that look, princess. i'm saying this for your own good."

"alright. alright. can you come here to help me?"

he doesn't answer you. he walks through the booth door, and suddenly you feel all your oxygen leaving your chest. you ask him how he would do your part, and he just sings it like it's the easiest thing to do.

easy as walking.

you feel humiliated.

and he sees your face.

he suddenly presses his hand under your chin and stares at you. you feel as if you just snorted a line of coke; the euphoria takes over you. he looks at you calmly, trying to understand what is behind your expression, and damn, you look so beautiful with your grumpy face and your brows raised, like you want to scream at him.

but you don't.

because you respect him.

he kisses you.

and you respond by pressing your body against his. your tongue explores every corner of his mouth. your kiss is full of desire. his hands are on your back going down to your waist, and when he finally takes a step back, a thin line of saliva connects you both.

"wanna try again?"

"sure."

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[alohaluz]

𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼: 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗿

this is a continuation to pov: you're more than a friend to your best friend's boyfriend but it can be read alone.

dedicated to @michaeljacksonfanfictions who gave me ideas and inspiration to write it.

please this is just a fanfiction!!!!!!!!

when maddie unlocked your door with the emergency key you gave her, she felt like an intruder—not only in your house, but also in your life.

there was something almost spiritual about what a home is; it wasn't only the house. it was the people there, it was the memories held in that place.

she didn't have a single memory in your home, and she knew it wasn't your fault.

however, why was she still trying to lie to herself?

she knew the truth: her friendship with you was not the same.

she had been your best friend.

the reason maddie had invaded your house was that she was worried. about you, about him, and about herself.

she gazed at your living room as if she were searching for something.

searching for a clue of you and him.

then, she heard it. she furrowed her eyebrows, recognizing his soft tone of voice talking to you.

by a twist of fate, this time she knocked on your bedroom door. she didn't want to go through the trauma of seeing you and him naked. she held her breath and grabbed the doorknob.

"we need to talk."

you had no idea how maddie had gotten inside your home. but she was there in front of you, with a strangely amused expression.

you didn't know what to say; jaafar was by your side—and to be honest, he didn't look any better than you. a dead silence fell over your bedroom. jaafar held your hand, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, maddie interrupted him, asking to have a private conversation with him.

she stepped out of the room. he leaned into you and caressed your cheek, whispering that everything would be fine, and followed her out.

you felt a sudden lump in your throat, making you unable to speak. the overwhelming realization hit that now you couldn't hide between walls anymore. it was a bittersweet feeling, one that made your heart race. you wanted to burst into tears, but you held yourself back—these were the consequences of your actions.

and you would take accountability by facing the aftermath.

jaafar was relieved. he knew it was a terrible situation, but the feeling of not having to hide his feelings for you anymore, and knowing how exhausting his relationship with maddie had been, was alleviating.

he shifted his weight while looking at maddie, clearing his throat and pinching the bridge of his nose when he spoke:

"maddie, i'm truly sorry. i think these words are not enough to make you feel better, and i don't think i can explain to you how everything happened. i never meant to cause you any harm. and god knows i'm telling you the truth—"

"jaafar, it's okay. i'm not saying that it's okay that i got cheated on. but the reason i came here in the first place was to tell her that i knew. i mean, it was impossible not to know. the way you looked at her or the way you always chose her instead of me. i'm not saying it didn't hurt, but it made me realize that it didn't hurt that much because i wasn't really in love with you. so it's okay. be happy with her."

"fuck. we should've had this talk earlier."

"we were too young to understand. and here is the key that i used to get in. i think now it's yours. i'll talk with her another day. see you, jaafar."

maddie gave him a genuine smile and walked away from the apartment.

he didn't have to wait long for you to be by his side, asking how it went, and asking how it happened so quickly.

he looked affectionately at you, in a way that made your heart skip a beat. he moved closer to you, and held your waist with his large hands. now, you could feel his intoxicating scent all over you, as if you were being drugged by his smell. it was too much, too intense. and it made you fall in love again and again.

"it went really well. she basically gave her blessing for our wedding."

"really?"

he stared at you and gave a soft chuckle, and you knew that he was playing with you.

"jaafar, you're not funny. not at all."

"well, it was almost like she gave her blessing. you're so cute. but i told you everything would be okay, and it was, baby. now, you don't have anything to worry about, alright? it's just you and me."

his eyes lingered on your lips, and you slightly opened your mouth as he came closer to you.

the next second, jaafar was devouring your lips in a way that made you tremble; your heart was pounding with so much happiness.

"i love you, girl. i fucking love you so much."

he pressed his forehead against yours. and you knew for sure in that moment, you would do everything again.

[alohaluz]

dada is so thicc here

[alohaluz]

𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼! 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝗽 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 | 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭 • 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮

⤷ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯 — 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 ۶۟ৎ wc - 1.252

should i do a part 4?

you can feel your baby moving inside your belly.

you have been pregnant for thirty-eight weeks; in other words, you're giving birth very soon.

you're excited to see their face; a love that you always felt was impossible to feel is now rooted in your soul: a mother's love.

however, you still feel nervous about being a parent; you never dreamed of becoming a mother the way michael dreamed of becoming a dad.

until this moment.

because every time you rest your hand on your belly and feel that little baby kicking you—you couldn't be happier.

the whole process was mentally and physically exhausting.

you didn't want to marry michael—not only because you weren't prepared to marry him; it was much more than that. you didn't want to have a rushed wedding; people would have talked, and the press would have made your lives hell.

and the main reason: it wasn't fair to him, to your baby, or to you.

michael didn't understand you at first.

it was hard for him—he felt somehow rejected by you for the second time, and this made you feel like the worst person in the world.

the thing was—you didn't want to marry just for the baby. you wanted to marry for love, and besides that, you couldn't stand the fact that he would marry you only out of obligation.

marriage is an important decision—you wanted your future marriage to last a lifetime, even if this thought seemed outdated. he wanted to have a family with you, but was that enough without love?

you never expected to be pregnant after a single night. it was your and his irresponsibility; it didn't seem fair to raise your child in a family where the parents didn't even like each other.

it was hard for him to respect your decision.

sometimes he would just ignore you when you said that you wouldn't marry him—as if, for him, it was just a matter of time before the wedding happened.

maybe he was always right.

he made his presence in your life extremely necessary. at every doctor's appointment, he was there. when you heard the heartbeat for the first time, or when you decided not to know the baby's gender—he was there.

every time you felt sick, he was somehow there—taking care of you.

one night, your body was in pain, your throat was sore, and you felt like your head was spinning. everything was burning inside you.

you had spent the day in bed.

you didn't think about calling him. it was just a cold, and it would pass.

but when you opened your eyes—he was there, staring at you. you didn't ask how he got in—you just felt safe in his presence.

he didn't talk to you the whole night, not in the normal way—he kept his distance. he just looked at you as if you were hurting him so badly. and you were, without even realizing it.

he made you soup

and made sure you were hydrated.

you fell asleep.

in the morning, the little seed in your belly moved for the first time. it was real—they were inside you, growing and growing. you couldn't stop the tears from going down your face, even if you wanted to.

he was in the kitchen.

he heard you crying—and when he saw you stroking your belly with so much love, he knew it.

"mike, they kicked."

"can i touch?"

"why are you asking that?" you didn't wait for his answer, you grabbed his hand and placed it over your tummy—and god, he felt his baby moving.

that was michael's greatest miracle.

that was his blessing. everything that he went through in his life made sense; that one single moment when he felt his baby could heal all the pain that he endured.

"come live with me, please. i'm not asking you to marry me, but last night you got me worried. you wouldn't answer any of my calls, and when i got here you were sick in bed—if something else happened to you and to our baby..."

he took a deep breath before saying:

"i don't know if i could ever forgive myself if something happened to you two. let me take care of you properly, please."

the next week, you were living in his mansion.

he already had a room for your baby: pink walls and curtains—full of plushies and every type of doll. a white cradle, and a closet with dresses, overalls, and jumpsuits.

it was clearly a girl's room.

when you asked him about it, he said he had a feeling that it was a baby girl.

at first, when he would go out to the studio, he would kiss only your belly—saying that he was saying goodbye to his little girl. after a while, he would kiss your forehead, saying the two of you were the most special girls in his life.

you didn't complain.

it was good, the feeling of being taken care of. he was good at it.

after a while, your belly was large; very large. it was even hard to walk or to take a shower. if your feet were hurting—which would happen every day—he would offer a massage that you couldn't refuse.

he would run his warm hand over your smooth skin; he would kiss near your lips and whisper in your ear how beautiful you were while carrying his child.

god—you were so sensitive to his touch; he was like a lighter causing a combustion inside you. it didn't take too long for you to beg him to touch that aching sweet spot.

he did it so well.

kissing your lips and touching your clit with his big hand, while you whined that you were getting there. he would make you see stars.

you couldn't pretend anymore. no, when you would sleep in his room just for him to sing a lullaby until you fell asleep—or when you realized that you wanted more children with this man—the feeling that you could only breathe with him was intense and true.

michael realized your feelings faster than you did. that's why, last week, he prepared a fancy dinner—in the garden. your favorite pasta was being served; he was looking at you like he was anxious about something—but you just smiled at him.

"do you like the pasta?"

"so damn good."

"glad you like it, baby."

"yes, your baby and i like it very much."

"i like that."

"what do you mean?"

michael swallowed hard—and you stopped eating.

"i like us. i like being with you. i like waking up every day next to you. i like seeing you carrying my child. i like how well you fit here. i like how my house is now your home. i like how you're not afraid to tell me no. what i'm trying to say, baby, is that i want you by my side until i die. so, do you want to marry me?"

you were smiling so hard, your heart was beating fast, and you were trying your best not to cry. but when he went down on his knee and took a diamond ring from his pocket, you were so full of love for him. with teary eyes and screaming with happiness, you said yes multiple times. and he had to stop you from jumping because you apparently forgot about the baby inside you.

that happened one week ago.

and today, you are wearing a white dress in the same garden—but during the day—walking until you stop in front of your fiancé.

because today is your wedding.

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[alohaluz]

HEAR ME OUT. I saw this on ttk.

GUUUUUURL i love this 😭😭😭😭 i was so inspired, i'm afraid a did too much

michael jackson almost fainted at the sight of you wearing this black top with a keyhole. he could perfectly visualize the shape of your boobs through it. he shifted his weight and stared hard at you.

god, you're so beautiful; he was yearning for you like a fool.

"hey mike, aren't you staring too much?" a guy—who had the audacity to also stare at your boobs while asking him such a question—spoke up. michael just ignored him and strode purposefully in your direction.

he didn't talk to you.

not in front of everyone.

however, he reached for your left hand and grabbed it tightly.

your hand was so soft, he wanted to feel more of your skin against his. he pulled you closer and you gladly accepted—he took you to the closest bathroom.

"mike, are you okay? why did you drag me to the bathroom?"

god. how coy you could be. gazing at him with that dirty look that made his cock so hard.

"look at you, pretending to be a naive girl, when you're dressed like a slut." his soft whisper sent shivers down your spine.

he pushed you against the door and leaned in close to you.

you felt his minty breath against you, and all you wanted to do was to kiss him. you leaned in, and right as you were about to press your lips against his, he stopped you.

"you're so mean to me, princess. dressing like this for everyone to see, when you know that you belong to me."

his hand gently brushed your necklace, trailing down to your tits. he placed his hand on the black fabric where the keyhole started and ripped it off.

"michael, what the f—"

he silenced you with a kiss.

it was too good for you. kissing him while he gripped your boobs. it was like going to heaven.

he felt your nipples getting hard in his hands, and he couldn't help squeezing them with his thumb.

your whimpering against his mouth was driving him crazy. he loved the sounds that you made and he loved causing that reaction in you.

"that's for you to learn how to behave, alright princess? i love you."

he gazed lovingly into your eyes, and you did the same.

and before you could say anything about your top, he took his jacket and put it on you with a smirk.

well, you lost your top, but now you had one of michael jackson's jackets.

it seemed like a good deal.

[alohaluz]

𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲

pov: michael jackson is like a mentor to you, but sometimes you wish that he could be more than that.

you don't know when the lines of your relationship with him started to blur.

you're waiting for him in the studio, when you hear the click of the door opening—and he's there. after a long while, you're finally recording a duet with him. he was the one who proposed it, and of course, you said yes.

michael jackson taught you almost everything about the industry; he's a mentor to you. even more than that, he's like a father figure to you.

but sometimes, something inside you that you hide very well appears. the obscure feeling of wanting even more with him. it's like a temptation; you want to possess his attention all the time.

you snap out of your thoughts when he greets you by giving you a hug. you don't miss the opportunity to hug him a bit longer than normal, and kiss his cheeks, like a good girl.

"are you okay, sweetheart?"

"sure, how are you doing?"

"great. are you ready to record your vocals?"

"yes, sir."

you're not ready.

you already know what a perfectionist michael can be. that's going to be hard. with a brilliant smile, you walk into the booth and get closer to the mic. you put on the headphones.

"you can start whenever you're ready, princess."

you don't even finish the third line of your part when he interrupts you, saying that you're not singing on the right pitch.

you try again. and again. again. again. again. again. again. again. again. again.

and he interrupts you every damn minute. you're tired; it has been more than two hours and you can't get past the first verse.

"mike, i'm really tired. can we try later?"

"no, we can't. dear, this is serious business. you have to give your best, and i don't see you giving your best right now."

ouch. he didn't need to be so rude. you can't help staring at him with sulky eyes.

"don't give me that look, princess. i'm saying this for your own good."

"alright. alright. can you come here to help me?"

he doesn't answer you. he walks through the booth door, and suddenly you feel all your oxygen leaving your chest. you ask him how he would do your part, and he just sings it like it's the easiest thing to do.

easy as walking.

you feel humiliated.

and he sees your face.

he suddenly presses his hand under your chin and stares at you. you feel as if you just snorted a line of coke; the euphoria takes over you. he looks at you calmly, trying to understand what is behind your expression, and damn, you look so beautiful with your grumpy face and your brows raised, like you want to scream at him.

but you don't.

because you respect him.

he kisses you.

and you respond by pressing your body against his. your tongue explores every corner of his mouth. your kiss is full of desire. his hands are on your back going down to your waist, and when he finally takes a step back, a thin line of saliva connects you both.

"wanna try again?"

"sure."

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[alohaluz]

𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼! 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝗽 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 | 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭 • 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮

⤷ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯 — 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 ۶۟ৎ wc - 1.252

should i do a part 4?

you can feel your baby moving inside your belly.

you have been pregnant for thirty-eight weeks; in other words, you're giving birth very soon.

you're excited to see their face; a love that you always felt was impossible to feel is now rooted in your soul: a mother's love.

however, you still feel nervous about being a parent; you never dreamed of becoming a mother the way michael dreamed of becoming a dad.

until this moment.

because every time you rest your hand on your belly and feel that little baby kicking you—you couldn't be happier.

the whole process was mentally and physically exhausting.

you didn't want to marry michael—not only because you weren't prepared to marry him; it was much more than that. you didn't want to have a rushed wedding; people would have talked, and the press would have made your lives hell.

and the main reason: it wasn't fair to him, to your baby, or to you.

michael didn't understand you at first.

it was hard for him—he felt somehow rejected by you for the second time, and this made you feel like the worst person in the world.

the thing was—you didn't want to marry just for the baby. you wanted to marry for love, and besides that, you couldn't stand the fact that he would marry you only out of obligation.

marriage is an important decision—you wanted your future marriage to last a lifetime, even if this thought seemed outdated. he wanted to have a family with you, but was that enough without love?

you never expected to be pregnant after a single night. it was your and his irresponsibility; it didn't seem fair to raise your child in a family where the parents didn't even like each other.

it was hard for him to respect your decision.

sometimes he would just ignore you when you said that you wouldn't marry him—as if, for him, it was just a matter of time before the wedding happened.

maybe he was always right.

he made his presence in your life extremely necessary. at every doctor's appointment, he was there. when you heard the heartbeat for the first time, or when you decided not to know the baby's gender—he was there.

every time you felt sick, he was somehow there—taking care of you.

one night, your body was in pain, your throat was sore, and you felt like your head was spinning. everything was burning inside you.

you had spent the day in bed.

you didn't think about calling him. it was just a cold, and it would pass.

but when you opened your eyes—he was there, staring at you. you didn't ask how he got in—you just felt safe in his presence.

he didn't talk to you the whole night, not in the normal way—he kept his distance. he just looked at you as if you were hurting him so badly. and you were, without even realizing it.

he made you soup

and made sure you were hydrated.

you fell asleep.

in the morning, the little seed in your belly moved for the first time. it was real—they were inside you, growing and growing. you couldn't stop the tears from going down your face, even if you wanted to.

he was in the kitchen.

he heard you crying—and when he saw you stroking your belly with so much love, he knew it.

"mike, they kicked."

"can i touch?"

"why are you asking that?" you didn't wait for his answer, you grabbed his hand and placed it over your tummy—and god, he felt his baby moving.

that was michael's greatest miracle.

that was his blessing. everything that he went through in his life made sense; that one single moment when he felt his baby could heal all the pain that he endured.

"come live with me, please. i'm not asking you to marry me, but last night you got me worried. you wouldn't answer any of my calls, and when i got here you were sick in bed—if something else happened to you and to our baby..."

he took a deep breath before saying:

"i don't know if i could ever forgive myself if something happened to you two. let me take care of you properly, please."

the next week, you were living in his mansion.

he already had a room for your baby: pink walls and curtains—full of plushies and every type of doll. a white cradle, and a closet with dresses, overalls, and jumpsuits.

it was clearly a girl's room.

when you asked him about it, he said he had a feeling that it was a baby girl.

at first, when he would go out to the studio, he would kiss only your belly—saying that he was saying goodbye to his little girl. after a while, he would kiss your forehead, saying the two of you were the most special girls in his life.

you didn't complain.

it was good, the feeling of being taken care of. he was good at it.

after a while, your belly was large; very large. it was even hard to walk or to take a shower. if your feet were hurting—which would happen every day—he would offer a massage that you couldn't refuse.

he would run his warm hand over your smooth skin; he would kiss near your lips and whisper in your ear how beautiful you were while carrying his child.

god—you were so sensitive to his touch; he was like a lighter causing a combustion inside you. it didn't take too long for you to beg him to touch that aching sweet spot.

he did it so well.

kissing your lips and touching your clit with his big hand, while you whined that you were getting there. he would make you see stars.

you couldn't pretend anymore. no, when you would sleep in his room just for him to sing a lullaby until you fell asleep—or when you realized that you wanted more children with this man—the feeling that you could only breathe with him was intense and true.

michael realized your feelings faster than you did. that's why, last week, he prepared a fancy dinner—in the garden. your favorite pasta was being served; he was looking at you like he was anxious about something—but you just smiled at him.

"do you like the pasta?"

"so damn good."

"glad you like it, baby."

"yes, your baby and i like it very much."

"i like that."

"what do you mean?"

michael swallowed hard—and you stopped eating.

"i like us. i like being with you. i like waking up every day next to you. i like seeing you carrying my child. i like how well you fit here. i like how my house is now your home. i like how you're not afraid to tell me no. what i'm trying to say, baby, is that i want you by my side until i die. so, do you want to marry me?"

you were smiling so hard, your heart was beating fast, and you were trying your best not to cry. but when he went down on his knee and took a diamond ring from his pocket, you were so full of love for him. with teary eyes and screaming with happiness, you said yes multiple times. and he had to stop you from jumping because you apparently forgot about the baby inside you.

that happened one week ago.

and today, you are wearing a white dress in the same garden—but during the day—walking until you stop in front of your fiancé.

because today is your wedding.

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[ilyjane]

victory day ⎯ june 13th, 2005.