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ᰋ 🇨🇳🇲🇾 ‹𝟹 ꒱ rᥱ𝗊 ᥆⍴ᥱᥒ ᰍ

[angelfacediary]

why do I feel like there is a sudden decrease in fanfics for mj …. don’t leave now (come back 😔😔) maybe im just wrong tho…….

NO THERE IS 🤕 ITS SO DEVASTATING WHERE R THE PEOPLE?? THE TAG GETS A NEW FIC LIKE EVERY OTHER HOUR ATP

[hcwait]

WE’RE STILL HERE YALL, i just don’t think they’re getting pushed out on the tag 🫩

[buckysgirlll]

WAIT IM STILL HERE I PROMISE

[buublemilk]

NO IM STILL POSTING TRUST 😭😭

[buublemilk]

bus stop exchange, chapter one ۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒  thriller era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ context : your parents arguing was routine, so every night when they did, you would sneak out the window to get some fresh air. there, you met a young boy, older than you, which would be your best friend, or more?

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ type : slowburn

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ wc : 1500 words

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ tags : fem!reader, thriller!era, @bus1v3 enviroment, friends to lovers, reader is of age (reader is 21, michael is 25), next part coming soon if i have time!, purposely small letters

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ authors note : my schedules like really bad this month, so apologies if i dont post too much :( this was a request! check out the request here! :) enjoy!

"if you dont wanna work then just leave this house!" your mother shouted towards your father, who then slammed the beer can down on the counter. "this house is under my name, so it would be you to leave," he yelled at your mother.

your earbuds were plugged in your ears, yet the shouting didnt go away at all. the chaos, the breaking of furniture, but the music calmed the atmosphere down. your hands shook as you opened the window, planning to head out for some fresh air again.

as you hopped out, the yelling could still be heard from outside. you tugged on your sweater, regretting not picking a thicker shirt before heading out. the cool breeze swished past your way, hair sticking onto your lipgloss. your hands buried in the pockets of your jeans, the street lights flickering.

your head lowered as you walked the streets, barely paying attention to whoever that crossed. while walking, a few drops of rain prickled on your face, as more and more water started drizzling down. your pace quickened, trying to find shelter. alas you found yourself at a bus stop.

you dropped down on the water stained, metal chair, shirt wet from the rain. beside you sat a man, not much older than you. from the lighting, you could see his dark coffee brown hair, slicked with jheri curls laying comfortably on his shoulders. he wore a red sweatshirt, hands on his knees.

you ignored him (like how any normal person would), as you waited for the pouring rain to stop. "heavy rain, huh?" he asked, a soft, gentle voice appearing. your head jolted to his side, his big, brown eyes staring into yours. "yeah, im just waiting for it to stop, you?" you ran a hand through your hair. "same, i was going for a walk," he smiled. "im michael. and you are?" his hand extented. you introduced yourself, shaking his hand.

"whyre you out this late?" he looked down at his watch. it was 2:38a.m., why would anyone be out here? "well, i could ask the same for you," you laughed, trying to change the subject. "let me guess, fought with your parents?" he guessed, as he let out a small chuckle. "worse. parents arguing," you stared back at the road. his eyes widened softly, instantly regretting asking that. "oh, im sorry," he muttered.

"its alright. its practically every day routine now." you laughed it off. you both chatted on for a while more before the rain finally stopped. it was 3:16a.m. now. you both exchanged goodbyes, before he asked, "wait, can i have your number?" you blinked, as nobody, not to even think of a boy, has asked for your number before. you quickly snapped out of it and gave him your number.

he smiled, his rosy cheeks blending in with his hazelnut skin. "thank you. i-ill call ya!" he stuttered, not wanting to make it awkward. you giggled, being able to tell he was shy. "of course, see you around michael." you assented, walking back to the familiar streets back to your house. the lights were already turned off, the only source of light being the luminous moons shine pouring from the kitchen window.

you swapped into your pyjamas before dozing off to sleep. the next day, the phone rang from the kitchen, waking you up. you rubbed your eyes as you walked to the phone, "hello?" you answered groggily. michael called out your name and started, "hey! i was wondering if we could hang out later?" "i mean, sure, what time?" "meet me at the bus stop at 5," he added.

you got dressed and put on a milkmaid top, paired with flared jeans and your worn-out school shoes. sure, it would make you seem like a bad impression, but those were the only good clothes in the closet. it was a monday, so your mother was already at work. you cooked breakfast for your family, you, your brother and your father. you plated the eggs together with bread, calling out, "breakfast's ready!"

"youre dressed up so nice, goin' out later?" your brother asked, wolfing down the eggs. "yeah, gonna meet my friend." you explained. "oh, and by the way, ill be coming back at 8, so dont make dinner for me," he added. "what? where are you going so late?" you asked, concerned. "extra curriculum, need to help out the new members of the basketball team. coach asked me to help," "will you have food? want me to pack something?" you scrambled to the kitchen to find something. "its alright, ill just head to the convenience store to get something,"

by 4:48p.m., you headed out to the meeting spot. you scampered to the bus stop, hoping he wouldnt be there already. when you saw him there, your heart dropped immediately. in your house, if you were late you would be punished. locked in your room for four hours. he stood up, smiling as he waved a hand before you arched down, afraid he'll hit you. "im sorry.." you muttered, legs shaking as you covered your eyes. his eyes flickered an emotion he couldnt describe.

"what?" he whispered, both his hands on your shoulders. "please dont hit me.." tears began to roll down your cheeks now. "i wont hit you," he assured as you slowly tilted your head up. your eyes glistened as another tear hit the floor. "did i scare you just now?" he took a piece of tissue from his pocket, gently dabbing your cheeks. he then held you to the seat, giving you time to breathe.

"sorry, for the bad impression," you said as you calmed down. "dont say that, i know how it feels," his hand brushed over yours, making you jolt. his face reddened, seeing you grab your hand. "sorry," he straightened his back. "i mean, i know how you feel," he continued. "youre really strong," he said, making you turn towards him. "thats something only strong people can handle," "is that why we met yesterday?" his head turned to you. you nodded slightly.

"lets not dwell on this anymore, okay? i promise, i wont hurt you," his eyes gleamed as he looked at you. you smiled, before a crowd of people rushed towards you and michaels direction. you froze. "michael, who are these people?!" you yelled, as their screams covered your voice. "follow me!" he pulled your arm, running into an alleyway. both of you hid there for god knows how long before finally getting out. "sorry, fans," he admitted.

"fans? what are you, like a superstar or something?" you laughed, genuinely oblivious to who he was. "i guess," he giggled. "ever heard thriller?" you shook your head. "jackson 5?" you shook your head again. "michael, i dont know who you are," you finally admitted. "thats good, then." he smiled. "anyways, lets go get ice cream!" he laced his fingers in yours, making you trapped with him. your face burned as you both walked down the street, he was totally normal.

once you both reached the ice cream shop, you let go of his hand. he stared down, looking rather dissapointed. "you gotta boyfriend?" he asked, scooping his vanilla ice cream up to his mouth. "if i did, ya think he would let me out with you? of course not!" you laughed. "well i find that hard to believe, youre gorgeous." his doe eyes found yours. your face mustve made it obvious, but michael chuckled. "at least i get to have you by myself then," he stirred his ice cream.

"slow down, mister, since when did i let you 'have me to myself'?" your brows furrowed. "i mean, you dont got no man angry that im hanging out wit'cha," he corrected. "well, i do think youre very handsome," you teased, seeing his face go crimson. "do you wanna go get dinner tomorrow night?" he finally gathered the courage to ask. you were about to answer yes, when you remembered, "id love to, i just dont have anything to wear."

"sweetheart, youd look good with anything," he assured, giggling has he ruffled your hair. "sweetheart? where did you pick that up from?" your eyes widened, hands brushing his as you fixed your hair. "that just suits you, sweetheart!" he smiled. "okay now, i need to go back home. get back safely, okay?" you gave him a small hug. as he pulled back, he gave you a small peck on the cheek before a black limousine pulled up, picking michael from where he stood.

you placed your hand on where he kissed you, the faint feeling of the touch still lingering on you. "something wrong?" your father asked, trying to show a calm demeanor. "its nothing," you smiled. "i am going out for dinner with my friend tomorrow, though." you added. "ooh, boy or girl?" he smirked, placing his fork down. "dad!" you blushed, covering your face with a hand. "oh, a boy! bring him home sometime," he chuckled.

[buublemilk]

heyyy. i love your writing sm! could you pls write a oneshot where reader is taking a walk outside in the night bc she's tired of the chaos at home then it starts raining and then she sees [thriller era] michael for the first time . they kinda have a moment where they js stare at each other and its like love at first sight. and then they go on to date each other. you can add more details if you like tysmm!!

OMGG YES OFCC !!! im gonna be working on it ASAPPP 🥹🥹 thanks for the request !! ❤️‍🩹

[buublemilk]

fix that attitude ۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒  dangerous era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ context : michaels attitude gets on your nerves!

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ type : oneshot

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ wc : 254 words

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ tags : implied black!reader, fem!reader, dangerous!era, bratty!reader, married life with michael, michael being petty, 'that dress dat i like', flirty talk, bold for talking, purposely small letters

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ authors note : this is mostly for my black girlies, but any race can enjoy! 🤍🫶 enjoy this i had a fun time writing this HEHE

you scrolled through fancy restaurants on your phone, wanting go for a date with your husband, michael. "michael, do you have anything on schedule this friday?" "i already told you i have rehearsals this week," he answered flatly, his eyes still locked onto the book.

your smile dropped from his reply, his long curls draping on his shoulders. "oh, okay." you replied, feeling annoyed already by his attitude. michael, being observant, obviously noticed. "come on, babe, i didnt mean it like that," he swiftly took off his glasses, placing the book down.

"okay." you poured yourself a cup of chamomile tea. "babe," he walked closer to you, as you stepped to the pantry. "fix that attitude, mr. jackson." you said, looking back at him. he smiled as he grabbed your waist. "im sorry, mrs. jackson," his chin rested on your head, his hand reaching up your shirt before you softly hit it. "hey!" you couldnt help but giggle as his cold hands touched your stomach.

"dinner at that favourite place you like, friday 7 o'clock. okay?" his soft voice whispered in your ears which sent shivers down your spine. "o-okay." you shifted, trying not to show your embarrassment. "wear that dress that i bought for you, 'ma," he continued, as he pecked your forehead with a kiss. the dress he meant was a short halter bodycon black dress, a one easy to wear and easy to slip off.

"you know i dont like that dress,"

"dont worry, you wont be wearing it for long."

[buublemilk]

will you be mine? ۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒  off the wall era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ context : an argument with your bestfriend becomes a confession WOAHHHHH 🤯🤯🤯🤯

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ type : oneshot

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ wc : words

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ tags : fem!reader, otw!era, slight dom!reader i think, argument, confession, NO angst ok, bsf!michael, bold for words, purposely small letters, english isnt my first language

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ authors note : hehe my first otw era fic... 😳😳🤯 enjoy 🤤

"you know what," you raised your hands into the air. "i dont know what to say anymore. go settle that by yourself." you said as you grabbed your phone from the counter.

michael stood there frozen, before realising you would leave his house due to this argument. he quickly walked to you, spinning you around to face him. his large hands then flew to your face, stroking it with his thumb. "wait, im sorry," he started, looking down.

"i-i didnt mean to say what i said, and i know what i did was really dumb," he then continued. after a few seconds of silence, he softly tilted your chin up, giving you a small peck on the lips. your eyes widened, wiping your mouth with a thumb. "m-michael, did you just-" you couldnt continue what you wanted to say.

"yes, i did. im sorry for saying that, but what i actually wanted to say was that i wanted you, but i fumbled," he blushed, looking at the side. "will you be mine-" he didnt even complete his sentence before your lips connected with his, your hands brushing inside his hair as you both kissed.

"you silly boy, mikey. say that again and ill shove your hand down your throat." you threatened, though you werent intimidating since you were shorter than him. he giggled, pulling you into a deep hug.

"understood,"

[buublemilk]

dangerously obsessed, chapter one ۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒  dangerous era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ context : you're a rising star in the music industry, and you've been a big fan of michael. thankfully for being a friend of elizabeth taylor, you were invited to the wedding, you and michael getting along easily quickly.

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ type : slowburn, friends to lovers

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ wc : 5,786 words (i know 💔)

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ tags : fem!reader, dangerous!era, reader is of age (reader is 29, michael is 33), timeframe is 1991 for now i think i forgot, fluff, slowburn, x reader, finally capitalised letters 😳👌, BRITISH ENGLISH BTW ❤️‍🩹, :P is curse word btw 🥹

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ authors note : chapter one finally on da big t guys 😳😳 also pls go support my ao3 account, i also posted it there !! more chapters coming / posting here soon 😳❤️‍🩹

29th August, 1991, 11:51p.m.

On the 29th of August, 1991, you got a phone call while rehearsing for your new song, Can't Take My Eyes Off You. It was 11:51p.m., and you were wondering whos calling at such a late time of the day.

You jogged to the phone and picked it up. "Hi, may I know whos calling?" You questioned while drinking your water.

"Hello dear, It's Liz, was I bothering you?" She asked with a smile on her face. You gleamed and answered, "Not at all, Liz! What's the reason you're calling now?"

"Well, I know how much you're obsessed with Michael Jackson.."

"Uh-huh.."

"And how much you wanna meet him.."

"Uh-huh.."

"Well, he's coming to my wedding ceremony." Your eyes widened in shock. "Oh wow, congrats Liz! That's so lucky of you!"

"That's not all, dear, he said he really liked your music!" She said while giggling, but you couldn't comprehend what she just said. "....What?" "You heard me right, dear! And it's his birthday today too, so he might call you later, alright? Bye!"

Beep, beep, beep, "... Bye.." Michael Jackson likes my music? you thought, and why would he randomly call you? You didn't give it much thought so you decided to go back to bed.

When you were about to go shower, your phone rang again. You went back to the phone and picked it up, "Hi, may I know whos calling?" you asked this caller.

"Hi, is this _______?" A soft, gentle and tender voice came frorm the other side. It was the voice you've dreamed of hearing. Michael Jackson. "Y-yes it is! Hi, Mister Jackson, L-Elizabeth told me you were going to ring me up, yes?"

He started giggling, "No need to be so formal, _______, just call me Michael or Mike! And yes I was going to, but I was quite nervous to call you,".

The time was 11:59p.m. now, remembering that it was Michael's birthday, you wished him. "Oh, I see. By the way, happy birthday, Michael!" You said awkwardly.

He enjoyed talking to you. You guys chatted for a bit more and you told him you needed to go, and he gave his goodbyes and hung up the call.

You felt so happy after it ended. Though you guys were just chatting about music, business, how he loved your songs and how you loved his, it still felt surreal.

30th August, 1991, 5:39a.m.

You woke up by the phone ringing once more. You walked to the phone, groggy-headed and sleepy. "Hello? *yawn* May I know whos calling?" You asked.

"Good morning, _______! You sound like you just woke up," He said brightly, "Well yeah, I woke up due to your call," you replied, annoyed he took away your beauty sleep hour.

He laughed, "Sorry, _______, but aren't you supposed to wake up early? To practice?" you then looked at the clock. 5:43a.m. "I'm supposed to wake up 15 minutes later!" You shot back.

You guys went back and forth about that till your assistant knocked on your door. "Uhm, I need to go, bye!" You sprinted to your bed and pulled to covers over you.

"It's time to wake up, Miss _______!" She said as she entered the room. You 'woke up' and rubbed your eyes while saying "No need for the Miss," and giggled.

"Sorry, it's a habit!" She replied while placing your food on the bed. She looked back at you with excitement in her eyes. "_______, I have special news for you,"

"Go on, spill!" You said while pouring the tea into the cup. "Michael Jackson contacted! He wants you to come to Neverland later at 3p.m.!" You then looked up at her and blinked.

"So, your makeup artists will finally come today! And, don't say no, because they want to glam you up before meeting Michael Jackson!" You kept your cool and told her, "Thanks for letting me know, I'll be sure to let them know what type of makeup I want later," you replied.

Once she went out, you waited for the elevator to click shut, then you yelped in excitement. "YESSSSSS!!!!! Oh, my god!!!!!!!!" Then you sat up straight and waited for the artists to come. You wolfed down on your food in around 5 minutes and went to the bathroom.

8:38a.m.

They did your makeup, and it wasn't as bad as you expected. They curled your hair and put it in a side part updo. They gave you a natural look and picked out a white blouse and black bell-bottoms paired with a good belt, simple but elegant.

You stayed at home playing with your pet cat, Coco before heading out. She was your role model. Calm, composed and shy. Though many may not agree, you aspire to be like Coco.

1:58p.m.

You were about to head out to Neverland, and you were very excited for two reasons. One, you'll be visiting Neverland. Two, you'll be visiting Michael for the first time.

During the car ride there, you talked to your producers about releasing your new album, Obsessed, on the 1st of September.

2:50p.m.

You finally arrived at Neverland Ranch, It looked as magical as ever. The security guards stopped you guys' before entering. "Good morning, may I know whos coming today?" Your bodyguards replied, "Miss _______, she was invited by Michael today,"

The security guard then smiled and said, "Welcome to Neverland, my colleagues will bring you to Michael."

3:06p.m.

Michael immediately recognised you from a distance. He walked towards you gleaming. "Welcome to Neverland, _______, I love your hair, by the way," As he pulled you into a hug. You didn't expect that but hugged him back anyways. He had to lower his body slightly arching down. His perfume was floral scented and sweet, which you didn't expect him to wear.

"Hello, Michael, Neverland looks amazing!" You said while hugging him. He then leaded you to a house with many water balloons and handed some to you.

"Hey, Mac is somewhere around here, make sure you aim for him!" And smiled. But you just stood there, holding the balloon in your hand. "S-sorry? What is this for?" You asked, genuinely confused. He looked at you wide-eyed and asked, "You mean you don't what this is?"

"Well, yeah, technically?" You replied trying not to embarrass yourself. He then smiled and went behind you to guide you. "See that kid over there?" He asked, lifting your hand with a water balloon in it.

He was so close to you, but that was alright. He then lifted your hand to throw it at Mac, and it perfectly hit him! He looked at you, shocked. "Wow, that was a perfect hit! You gotta teach me how to do that, _______."

You smiled and told him, "Well, maybe I have a gift for water balloons!" And had a full-on war for water balloons.

7:45p.m.

It was a long day and everyone was tired. Everyone was drenched in water and sweating. You thanked Michael for this wonderful experience and told him you were going to head back now.

Before leaving, Michael asked you, "By the way, are you coming to Elizabeth's wedding?" and you told him you were. He was happy that you were and told you he would see you there.

Janet and Mac also gave their goodbyes and told you to come back to Neverland again some time.

During the ride back, you kept on thinking about Michael. How bright he was, how good he was at water balloon fights, and how he always let them push him into the water. He's such a good person, you thought to yourself.

1st September, 1991, 2:16p.m.

A knock came from outside. It was your producer. He went in and informed you your album was released five minutes ago, and everyone was going crazy over it.

A call suddenly came through the phone. You picked it up instantly as you were standing besides it.

"_______, I just wanna say I think your song Can't Take My Eyes Off You sounds really good! You'd definitely do great in show business." A voice came through and it sounded like it was dripping with honey.

It was your mother. She wanted to make amends for ruining her mental health. You gripped tightly on the phone, scared of what she wanted.

"What do you want now, mother?" You asked, shaking. "Give me 50% of the share from your earnings." You were quite impressed at her for being so eager asking for so much.

You were about to answer her when Michael appeared from the elevator. You saw him and immediately smiled. Your mother on the other hand, was getting impatient, but you decided to be brave and hung up the phone.

Michael smiled back at you and walked in. You hugged him as soon as you saw him and he hugged back too. "Good afternoon, _______, congrats on your newest release." And pat your head.

He was such a kind person to you. Though you were only 4 years apart, he still treated you like a kid. "Hey, don't mess up my hair!" You said, giggling while he did.

"Were you looking for me?" You finally asked him, "Oh, yeah, I was going to give this to you," he said while handing you a gift box with the words 'Swarovski' on it. You looked back up at him and he said "Open it!" and you did. He got you a diamond necklace with a bear covered in rhinestones.

You opened your mouth in shock but he just brushed it off and said it was no big deal. "Thank you, Michael! Oh my gosh! I love it!" You said while smiling brightly. He helped you put it on and said, "It looks great on you," and smiled.

He said he got it for you because he knew about your song going to be releasing today.

You hugged him once more and thanked him.

15th October , 1991, 4:21p.m.

"Hello dear," Liz's voice came through from the phone. "Hi Liz! What's up?" You answered while eating your soda crackers.

"Well, are you hitting it well with Michael?" She asked with a sweet tone. You almost coughed out your biscuits. "What do you mean? We're just friends. We hung out alot and went to Neverland alot last month, I went there yesterday too!"

"Wowwwww..... I see a bright future for you guys, hehe," She giggled. "Liz, we are just friends! And don't say these things, it's embarrassing," You muttered. "anyways, I'm so excited for your wedding tomorrow! Can't wait to see you in that dress." You told her.

After a while, the phone call ended with Elizabeth needing to check if everything was alright once more. You waited till night to wake up.

16th October, 1991, 2:30a.m.

You woke up from your alarm ringing. You quickly jumped out of bed and waited for the makeup artists to come oncemore since you finally trusted them with the makeup.

They moisturised your face and did your skincare before going to the makeup studio to start the makeup there.

You were more energetic than usual which made the bodyguards nervous. "Does she do this in the morning?" "No... This is my first time seeing her this energetic in the morning.

3:56a.m.

You packed up and were heading to Neverland. Many fans flooded your gate but the bodyguards blocked them so you could enter the car easily. You waved at them before hopping in the car.

4:49a.m.

After about an hour of a drive, you finally reached Neverland. Your entered those once unfamiliar gates and felt so excited.

You reached the makeup studio and saw many famous people and artists. You greeted them and tried not to sound too awkward, but casual. You hugged them and shook hands before sitting in your booth.

Your makeup artist did an amazing job, even a famous singer complimented your makeup and hair. You headed into the dressing room to change into the bridesmaids dress when people started gasping.

Turns out, Michael finally arrived. You put on your dress and felt like a Disney Princess. When you stepped out, people were trying so hard to please Michael while he was just looking at you.

You smiled and waved towards him and he finally smiled back and gave a fast wave. He looked like a Disney Prince, too. His medium length curls touching his shoulders and his black jacket looked amazing.

You waited for the crowd to finally clear up before walking towards him. You smiled and told him, "Wow, you look amazing!" and he replied, "I could say the same for you," which made you feel happy.

Michael kept stealing glances at you but when you noticed, he looked back somewhere else. When you were about to head out of the makeup studio, he suddenly pulled your hand gently to stop you.

He wanted to walk around with you to show you more of Neverland. "Of course! Theres still time anyways," You replied, and held his hand.

6:35a.m.

You guys explored many places in Neverland, but it was barely half of it. You got to see Bubbles, Louie and the other famous animals.

He explained why he loved animals so much, and it was because animals don't take things away from him. They don't need him to perform perfectly if not he wouldn't be good enough.

When you heard that, your heart ached and touched his hand gently. "As long as you love the animals, the animals will love you too." He looked back at you and smiled at you.

After that, to make it less awkward, he pat your head and said, "Alright sleepyhead, let's head back to the venue," and walked back. (He calls you sleepyhead because most of the time he calls you, it's always while you were sleeping or just woke up.)

8:30a.m.

The wedding ceremony started and it was beautiful. Elizabeth looked amazing in that dress. When they said their vows, you were deeply moved and dabbed your eyes.

When they returned back to the seats, Michael sat next to you and placed some food on your plate. You looked at him, puzzled. "There's no way you're eating just that, you gotta eat more," You finally laughed. "Come on, I can't eat that much! But thank you, Mikey,"

6:34p.m.

It was time for Elizabeth to throw her bouquet. All girls gathered in a circle to prepare. You didn't actually want to catch it. To be honest, you just joined in for the fun.

When she threw it, her friend accidentally pushed you while backing behind and you stumbled backwards. You were almost about to fall when Michael caught you.

The woman instantly apologised to you when she saw that you fell. You looked up at Michael and saw his worried face. "Are you alright?" He asked, checking around your face for injuries.

"I'm alright," You replied while getting up. He stood beside you after the bouquet throwing ended and guarded you carefully.

17th October, 1991, 12:40a.m.

As the party died down, you stayed behind at Neverland before heading home. "That was fun, don't you think?" You asked Michael. He smiled back at you, "Of course it was," he laughed and pat your head.

He was too shy to hold you anywhere else other than your hands, and the only placed he touched was your head. You waved goodbye to Michael before heading back home.

2:03a.m.

At home, you lay in bed dozing off, while recalling things that happened at the ceremony. Elizabeth telling her childhood stories, a llama crashing the wedding halfway. It was chaotic, sure, but it made alot of memories.

You slowly dozed off and remembered that tomorrow, you were heading back to New York to release your new album, Obsessed.

6:00a.m.

You streched and got out of bed to get ready for your flight. You picked a white coat paired with a white mini skirt.

Your assistant walked in your room with surprise. "Good morning, _______, well... I got a phone call from Michael Jackson," She said. "Oh! What did he say?" "These are the exact words he said," Your assistant pulled out a piece of paper.

"Hi, _______, uhm.. I was uh, wondering if.. I could.. follow you to, uh.. N-New York? It's alright if you don't want me to, like, come, though.. B-but call me! If.. you want me to come. She read out loudly.

You laughed and told her, "Alright, I'll tell him it's alright to tag along." as you picked up your phone. She grinned and said, "Have fun there,~" in a teasing tone.

Rrring... Rrring... Your phone sounded. He immediately picked up the phone and tried playing it cool. "Hey, _______, what's up?" "You want to come along with me?"

The other side of the line fell silent. "Y-yeah.. Well, can I..?" He asked, nervously. "Why, sure! I'll be waiting in my room," You assured.

7:30a.m.

Knock, knock, The sound came from outside. You opened the door and saw Michael. "Hi, Mikey! I'm almost done," You told him with a smile on your face.

He smiled back and told you, "Alright, I'll wait for you," and sat at the edge of your bed.

7:34a.m.

You guys were at the entrance of your house, bodyguards escorting you both to the car. You and Michael sat in the back seat while your driver started the car.

You guys chatted and played games during the car ride. He told you he wanted to see you release this new album as he also enjoyed your music.

9:12a.m.

Paparazzi flooded the airport. You both waved at fans while entering. They snapped photos and the flash flickered.

You saw a mic and happily chirped, "Michael and I are heading to New York for a speciallll surprise! Yay!" and cheerfully walked inside the airport.

You and Michael ate Mcdonald's Burgers while chatting and laughing. He cracked jokes and you laughed so hardly, tears rolled out.

You guys were in a secluded area of the airport, nobody noticing the both of you. You guys sat on the floor, not minding if it was dirty.

10:00a.m.

"Bye guys! We're headin' to New York!" You shouted to the screaming crowd while waving. They flashed their cameras as you did so.

You and Michael waved one last time before boarding the plane. He laughed and asked, "Are you always that energetic with your fans?" you looked at him and replied, "Not always, but since you're here, I know the trip wont be boring!" and smiled.

His cheeks turned red and he looked away shy. "I'm glad to hear that," While placing his finger on his mouth.

You guys sat down in your private plane. He sat across from you, his knees touching yours. He bounced his leg up and down and muttered, "I'm nervous," you looked up from your magazine with you on the cover and asked, "What? Haven't you travelled around the world many times already?" and laughed.

He just looked out of the window, smiling slightly. You continued scanning the paper for any items you liked, enjoying this activity.

He cleared his throat and asked, "Right, what are you having? For lunch?" while looking down at the menu. "I'm having my specially prepared salad. My chef is probably chopping my vegetables as we speak," You laughed.

Michael looked at you, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously? You want some of my chicken later?" He asked you. You laughed and told him it was alright as your food planner was on the trip with you.

You both talked for an hour, before you dozed off. You didn't notice the fact he was staring at you, but that was all he did while you were taking a nap.

11:30a.m.

He woke you up, smiling slighty. "Foods here," You rubbed your eyes and streched. He took one look at your food and laughed. "Pfft! You're only eating that? No wonder you're so skinny!" He teased while softly pinching your arm.

You smiled uncomfortably and picked on your salad. He noticed right away and touched your arm. "Sorry.. Did I make you uncomfortable?" He whispered.

You continued picking on the salad, not looking back at him. He grinned and slowly lifted your chin. "_______, don't do this.." You smiled, finally

able to look at him. "Alright, Mikey, you won." You replied.

"I'll be sure not to do that again, okay, _______?" He assured, stroking your hair. You laughed and smirked at him, "Go eat your food!" while going back to your salad.

Meanwhile? The stewardess' at the back were giggling and pointing at the sight of you two. "Oh, my god! Did you guys see what Michael did to _______?! That's definitely flirting right there!"

"Girls, do you think Michael likes _______?" "Definitely!" They chorused. The stewardesses giggled and went back to work.

3:00p.m.

The plane landed, but it didn't feel long since you and Michael were chatting along the way.

He pointed out to the sky, showing you the beautiful city lights.

"Wow.. How beautiful!" You praised the crimson sky, and you were sure he muttered under his breath, "Just like you," you looked at him, "What?" questioning him. "H-huh? I didn't say anything," He looked at you.

You looked at him suspiciously, but ignored it. As you both landed at the airport and descended down the stairs. Michael waved towards them happily and blew kisses with you.

The tabloids erupted with questions, asking why Michael was tagging along on your New York trip. You mentioned that it was just you and him bonding, as you didn't get to spend much time previously.

Michael looked away, ears turning red. Thank goodness she didn't mention me asking to come along, He thought.

You had not eaten any sugar since one month ago. You knew that your blood pressure was getting lower, and sometimes you were barely getting through the day.

While walking, you felt a sudden surge of dizziness charge after you, making you barely able to move. You hit the floor with a hard thud, eyes landing on you. Your body lay flat on the floor, your head hitting the ground.

Security and bodyguards panicked. Michael, who was standing next to you, froze in shock. He slowly kneeled down besides your body, asking if you were alright.

You couldn't answer though you felt like you could. When you felt the cameras flash going off, Michael snapped and shouted at them, while you went unconscious.

19th October, 1991, 7:39p.m.

You woke up in an unfamiliar place. The white lights shone in your eyes, making you close them again. When Michael noticed you wake up, he shut his book and immediately rushed next to you.

"_______! Oh, my god, I was worried sick about you! Are you okay? Do you need water?" He asked in a cautious tone. You looked down at your body, feeling the bandage crinkle. "I fell down that hard?" You asked, still not fully awake.

You were about to rub your head. Your hands inches away from it when Michael pulled it back. You blinked, looking at him. He instantly let go and reminded you, "Your head.. It's bandaged," while doing gestures.

"What do you want to eat?" He said, changing the subject. "I don't really feel like eating," You answered. He sat you up, handing you a glass of water.

Suddenly, your assistant barged in, looking worried. Michael was looking at you while you gulped down the water, sitting on the chair beside your bed.

She informed you, "_______, Mr. Jackson, these people are crazy! They're framing you for making _______ fall! They said you tripped her!" and held out the magazine in her hands.

You stared, wide eyed. "They took this photo of me?! Oh, my god! I look horrible in that photo! Did I ever allow them to come in?!" You shrieked. "_______, that's not the worst part, your album hasn't been released yet," She added.

You felt so stressed at that moment, you fainted again. "Wah! Not again!" Your assistant yelped as they rushed over.

8:23p.m.

"Sigh, Mr. Jackson, you gotta take care of her while I'm gone," You heard muttering outside. Of course, you quickly limped out and saw your producer and Michael standing together, outside your door.

"What are you guys talking about?" You asked, steadying yourself. "I'm heading to Melbourne for a week tomorrow morning." Your producer told you, straight-faced. "O....kay... Am I coming?" You asked.

He looked at you, puzzled, "What? No! You aren't coming with me?" he scolded. "Why?! Aren't I supposed to come along with you?!" You pushed. Michael quickly slipped inside the room, not wanting to interfere.

A few minutes after arguing back and forth, your producer didn't give in. You slammed the door, angrily hopping in bed. "Melbourne isn't that fun," He said. You flipped over, now facing him.

"And plus, you haven't even enjoyed New York yet," He mentioned. You laughed while covering your mouth. "You never fail to make me smile! Once I'm discharged, I wanna go shopping already," He smiled softly and touched your hand. "I'll bring you there."

29th October, 1991, 8:25a.m.

You were at the counter, getting discharged. Michael was standing at the corner, focused on a Vogue magazine. You stared at him for a moment, Guess he really likes fashion, or the women, you thought to yourself.

Once they discharged you, Michael got up from his seat and accompanied you out the hospital. Many paparazzi's were taking photos once you guys went out, making you nervous.

"Ma'am! Did Michael trip you the other day?" A journalist asked. You stared at him and grabbed the mic. "Do you really think he would go out of his way to do such dumb things? You think he would want to ruin his reputation by tripping me?" You scolded while walking off.

Your chauffeur drove you and Michael to some malls, filled with designer clothes. You got down and immediately got glued to a pink rhinestone dress, paired with white elegant gloves. You saw the set and knew you had to own it.

Michael looked at your face, and laughed. "Do you like it?" He asked. Your eyes were still staring at the dress. "Like it? I love it!" You beamed. He looked back at the dress, it was covered in diamonds and glitter, like he also wanted it.

"Hmm, do you want it?" He questioned while fixing his jacket. You looked down at the price, $50,000 dollars. "Not anymore after looking at the price," You muttered. He looked at the price and looked inside the store. "Excuse me, could you please wrap this dress up? Thank you." He told a staff working there.

You just stared at him, shocked. You slapped his hand gently, and gasped, "Why would you buy that?! Did you not see the price tag?" while he just stayed silent.

He then gripped your arms tightly, lowering his body to your height. "Listen. I would do anything to give you what you want. I don't care about the price, whatever you want, just tell me." He assured.

Your face went hot when he said that. Thank goodness for the staff member, she walked out carrying the dress and handed it to Michael. "Thank you for shopping here, Ms. _______ and Mr. Jackson! Please do drop by again!" She added.

"Thank you.." You muttered, but he smiled and asked, "Shall we head to another store?" and looked around. "No, I'm tired. I need to get my painkillers.." You replied, sleepy.

10:30a.m.

You both reached the hotel and chefked in your rooms. The room had two bedrooms, perfect.

Once you guys went inside, you swallowed down the pills instantly. He quickly got you some water, afraid you might choke on it. "Ugh.. We didn't get to go shopping that much.." You complained.

He laughed, "What? It was you who wanted to head back!" patting your head. You were feeling too tired, you didn't have the energy to fight back. You changed into your nightrobe and removed your makeup before taking a nap.

11:03a.m.

When you got out of the toilet bare faced, Michael stared at you in awe. You realised he was looking at you with no makeup, so you covered your face with your hands. "You look beautiful." He said.

You basically sprinted to your bed and covered yourself. "Goodnight.." You told him, even though it was only 11.

The medication made you feel drousy quickly and you fell asleep. Michael on the other hand, was watching horror movies while you were sleeping.

5:47p.m.

Michael's POV!:

Brring... Brring... The phone sounded. He sat up from his bed and picked up the phone. "Hello? Who's calling?" "Mr. Jackson, please inform Ms. _______ that she has a dinner to attend at 7p.m. Knowing her, shes definitely asleep right now, so please wake her up." Your producer talked on the phone as he glanced at you.

"Right, I will." Michael replied. "W-wait!! Before you hang up," Your producer continued, "Take her to dinner, I'm afraid she'll faint again." he noted.

Michael paused, unsure if he should. In the end, he finally agreed. He slowly walked to your bed, looking at your sleeping face. You looked just like sleeping beauty in his mind, some hair strands covering your face.

Back to you!:

He gently shook you, while calling out, "_______, you have a dinner at 7," he said. You woke up, still tired. "What about lunch?" You asked him. "You skipped it, silly! It's close to 6 already!" After he said that, you sat up quickly. "WHAT?! Oh my god, I need to get ready now!"

You sprinted towards the bathroom, fixing your curls and doing your makeup. While you were doing so, Michael picked out the dress he bought for you, placing it on your bed. When you came out, you saw the dress placed there.

You looked at him, his arms behind his back. "You really want me to wear this?" Your brows furrowed. "What? If you said you liked it why wont you wear it?" He laughed. You took the dress and replied, "Well, let's see how it'll look." and he whispered, "I can't wait." to himself.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, barely recognisable. Your blonde curls over the gorgeous pink dress, and your elegant white simple gloves. You stepped out, and Michael was practically drooling. "Wow- uh, I mean, you look... gorgeous.." He stuttered.

"Thank you! I told you I had good taste," You giggled, lacing your hands in his. He was shy at first, unsure if he should too, but did anyway.

6:55p.m.

You guys reached the venue of the dinner. It was an elegant ball, and your dress' shimmer shone brightly in there. It was a rather private dinner, so only professional photographers were allowed.

Peoples heads turned when the door opened. They looked at you and Michael standing together, looping arms. They welcomed the both of you in, making the atmosphere feel warm.

It was casual. People were chattering with other people, servers walking around the ball, offering appetizers and water.

You walked around slowly, smiling at others who looked your way. Michael was busy chatting with the other people at the ball, most likely famous people.

A few minutes later, you found yourself sitting at the table, head resting on one hand. The other hand was tapping on the shoulder, feeling bored already. The chair besides you then got pulled, and Michael sat in it.

"Bored already?" He asked, wiping his utensils. "Kind of, this is my first time attending these type of.... dinners?" You replied. He laughed and told you, "Well, it isn't hard to tell," while sweeping off any crumbs off his suit.

"I want to just eat, and head back already!" You sighed, your hands dramatically flying up. He looked at you, and asked, "Well... do you wanna get out?" with a smirk.

Your eyes lit up and asked him how so, then he did a "Get up!" gesture and told you to follow him. You both sneaked out to the outside of the venue and sneakily walked towards the toilets.

"Let's go in there!" He whispered while pointing towards the disabled toilet. "What?! What for?!" You asked, pulling his arm. "Just, trust me!" He said.

You guys shut the door, your heart racing. "Don't tell me you want to sneak out from here!" You whisper-shouted. "We can head to the hotel from here!" He said.

He snuck through from the window first, assuring you that it's safe. However, you were still scared. After some persuading, you finally managed to climb out. You both landed safely, rushing back to the room.

While running back, you heard an excited "No way!" from behind. You both slowly turned around, and was relieved to see that it was Elizabeth Taylor.

She quickly rushed to the both of you, asking, "My god, you guys are sneaking out too?! I didn't even know you guys were here!" she shrieked.

"Y-yeah! I guess you could.. say that," You muttered while looking back at him. "Look, this isn't what you think it is-" "Think what? I didn't even say anything." She blinked.

His face instantly got red when she said that and scrambled for an excuse. "I-I mean that we aren't sneaking out," He stuttered. She laughed and pat him on the back. "Alright, Mike, can I go to your room?" She asked, looking back at you.

"Uhhhhhh... sure! You know, let's.. let's go!" You replied, bringing her up to the room. Ding! The elevator sounded. "Please wait here! I need to sort out my stuff," You told Elizabeth, rushing in to keep Michael's clothes in the closet.

"Whats happened to her?" Elizabeth looked at Michael. "Uhm.. I don't know!" He told her. "Come in!" Your voice finally came from the room. She scanned the room, looking up and down and spotted the other bed. "Why are there two beds?"

"Oh! There weren't any rooms left, so they gave me one with two beds." You muttered. "Oh, alright then, darlings!" She cheered. "I need to leave soon, and my rooms downstairs, so I just want to check out your room!"

"Alright then!" You replied and looked at Michael, whos eyes were fixated on the painting on the wall. Minutes later, Elizabeth finally excused herself back to her room, which finally made you relieved. And as if it were planned, Michael's clothes burst out of the closet, as you just stuffed it in in a rush.

"If my clothes break, you're paying!" He laughed while picking up his shirts.

[buckysgirlll]

oscar winning tears

⋆ FEATURING: michael jackson x fiancée!reader

SYNOPSIS: a big argument between you and michael broke out mere days after he asked you to marry him. you didn’t think it was that serious, which is why you didn’t break off the engagement but michael being the petty man he is, refused to speak or see you for weeks. which leads to you attending the mtv 1995 awards, just to see him.

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI — fem!reader, secret relationship, angst angst angstttttt, hurt/comfort, makeup sex, public sex, petty!michael, toxic ish!michael, reader lowkey folds but who wouldn’t?, janet being the queen that she is, happy ending, no use of y/n

WC: 6.6k (guys i think i cooked a bit too much)

AN: this is based off of when michael ghosted lisa marie for six weeks and the only way she could see him was when he was performing. but also keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and the events in this fic shouldn’t be taken as an accurate piece of media! for reference to the title, i was listening to “oscar winning tears” and that’s how i got inspired for this fic lol.

michael jackson masterlist ༻ navi

neverland ranch, july 27th 1995

“michael you can’t be serious.” you say, watching the way your now fiancée is pacing right in front of you.

he stops his pacing, looking at you like you just told him to go fuck himself.

“i am serious, baby.” he starts, “what part of me askin’ for us to make our relationship public to the media and you moving in with me is a joke?”

you sigh. “mikey, i love you. and i want to marry you, i do. but im just not ready for my face to be revealed on every single newspaper or magazine yet. or for i don’t know,” you throw your hands in the air, “your crazy fans harassing me all because im getting married to their celebrity sweetheart.”

he pinches the bridge of his nose, like this whole talk you’re having with him is raising his blood pressure. “okay let me ask you this one thing.” he says.

you nod.

“you knew what you were getting into when we first started dating, right?”

“well yeah, but—”

“let me finish.” he snaps, holding up a singular finger.

you let out a scoff in disbelief, at the snappiness of his tone.

he’s never spoke to you like that before.

“when we started dating, i told you what it would be like dating someone like me. i even refused many many times because i never wanted you to have to deal with the media or the tabloids. but it was you that was persistent. it was you that wanted me so bad to the point you never cared about what anyone else thought. it was me who decided to keep the relationship secret because i didn’t want you to get hurt. i didn’t want you to have to deal with all of that pressure. and now because i’d rather let the world know who my wife is on my terms instead of the media leaking it, it’s a problem?”

“no, no of course it’s not baby, but—”

“but what?”

you close your mouth at his words, not even attempting to speak. michael is normally a calm and collected person who seems to have a lot of patience. but now at this moment, he’s giving you no grace at all.

“okay listen.” you start, speaking slowly. you’re trying not to say the wrong thing because one thing you’ll hate to do is make this situation even bigger than it needs to be. “i love you. i want to marry you. i hope to someday start a family with you, but when i said all those things about the media finding out about us, yes i still don’t care what they think because my love for you outweighs all of that worry. but it doesn’t erase the fact that im scared. im scared of what people will think because it’s not like im just a girl that you’re sleeping with, or your date to an award show. i’m going to become your wife soon and that’s, michael that’s a crazy jump. and damn me for wanting to enjoy the buildup of us getting married without the unnecessary stress of people finding out about us.”

you take in a lungful of air, after spilling out everything you’ve been bottling up since michael has made it known that he wanted to make you guys’ relationship public.

“mikey, please say something.” you whisper, when you see him take a seat at the other side of the couch. he rests his elbows on his knees, looking at the ground.

“there’s nothing to say.” he shrugs. “you’re not ready so im going to have to accept that.”

“what does that mean?” you ask.

“it means, come back to me when you’ve made up your mind.” he gets up from the couch, walking to the phone on the other side of the room.

“what do you mean, ‘come back to me’ like i work for you or something?” you snap, your tempter starting to rise.

you’ve been so calm throughout this whole conversation but now you just feel angry.

it’s like he can’t understand that you need time. you need time so you can mentally prepare yourself for your life to be completely turned around.

he stays silent, jamming his finger into the numbers before he lifts up the phone and puts it to his ear.

“michael are you even listening to me?” you stand up walking towards him so you two are face to face.

well not exactly face to face since he’s a couple inches taller than you.

he looks down at you and the look on his face makes you take in a deep breath without realising it.

it’s not the normal, loving look he gives you all the time. i mean of course, you can tell that he still loves you a lot because otherwise he would’ve never been so angry. but the look that is pointed right now at you is somehow distant. like he’s looking straight through you, and closing himself in a tiny box.

he’s secluding himself from you already and you both are still together in the same room, inches away from each other.

the person on the other side of the phone seems to pick up because he looks away from you and focuses on something above your head. “hi, yes i need you to send a car up, immediately.”

you gasp, grabbing his arm. he’s sending that car to come and get you.

“michael don’t do this.” you plead. tightening your hold on his wrist but he doesn’t even move an inch. he doesn’t even acknowledge your presence anymore.

he’s shut you out.

“baby we can talk about this. we’re engaged remember. all im asking for is some time to think but this is too much. don’t hide from me.” you beg, your lip starting to quiver at the thought of him dismissing you so quickly without giving you a chance.

“okay, thank you.” he says, hanging up the phone and placing it back where it was. “the car should be here in a second to take you home.” he mutters, shrugging off your hold on his wrist and walking past you towards the spacious kitchen.

you follow him, tears springing to your eyes. you ignore the chef who’s at the stove cooking, and go to michael who’s opening the fridge, and taking out a carton of orange juice.

“michael.” you whimper, your chest starting to feel tight.

he ignores you, opening the cabinet and taking out a fresh glass.

“michael why are you doing this?” you say. “what happened to talking about things? why can’t you have a civil conversation without shutting people out whenever they don’t agree with you?” at this point tears are already starting to fall freely down your face, messing up your makeup.

you’re hurt. you’re hurt that he’s angry at you all because you want to protect yourself.

he should be able to understand. he should be able to see how terrified you are about the world finding out about you.

“michael!” you shout, openly sobbing in the kitchen and not giving a fuck about the chef staring at you like you’re insane.

you hate it when he does this. he does this every time he’s upset or angry. he just stops talking, stops acknowledging your presence. it’s like in his world, you don’t exist.

and you hate that he’s doing this to you. the woman that he went down on one knee to propose to a couple days ago. the woman that he says everyday is the love of his life. the woman that he wants to have kids with.

at that thought, you put your hands over your face, sobbing into your palms.

“the car should be here now.” you hear him say over your sobs.

you sniff, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. “okay.” you whimper. you turn to leave, because no matter how much you plead, or beg for him to just listen to you, you know that he won’t. once he’s made up his mind, no one is changing it.

“i love you mikey. ill never stop loving you okay.” you stand there in the kitchen, waiting. waiting to see if there’s a change in his expression or even if he’s going to tell you that it’s all a big fat joke and you can still stay the night like you were meant to.

but no.

he says nothing, in fact he even turns his back on you so the only thing you can see is the back of his head.

with one final glance his way, you walk out of neverland ranch, hoping and praying that you’ll get to come back.

17th august, 1995

it’s been three weeks.

three weeks of voicemails, and you trying everything in your power to get michael to pick up the damn phone.

you never thought he’ll take it this far.

and to make matters worse, the times you’ve tried to visit the ranch, he hasn’t been there.

it’s like he’s actively, avoiding you.

the only times you’ve been able to catch a glimpse of him is from the screen of your television or from the tabloids.

and from the looks of it, he’s living his best life out there.

from the moments you’ve seen, he doesn’t look sad, he doesn’t look miserable. he looks… happy to mingle with his fans. and definitely happy to not be in your presence.

you feel sick. you feel absolutely disgusted with yourself for trying to grasp just a pinch of his attention just for him to prance around and act like you don’t exist.

this is the longest you guys have ever spent apart since you both started dating a year and a half ago.

it’s either you would spend a couple nights at the ranch with him or he’ll come and stay at your apartment.

even when he would go on his tours, you’ll always be there in the audience, making your appearance known.

hell, even his family know who you are, and they seem to love you.

you remember when you first started dating michael and you both tried to keep it under wraps but his family found out in mere weeks.

you’ve even been at their home in havenhurst a couple times.

just the thought, that you’ll probably never go back there and see sweet katherine again, has your stomach forming a knot.

but unfortunately you can’t let yourself go on like this. at the end of the day you are a woman before anything else and you can’t be sitting here being stringed along by a man.

even if that man is michael jackson.

31st august, 1995

it’s been two more weeks and at this point you don’t give a single fuck.

a couple weeks ago, you were still calling his landline, crying when the machine told you to leave a message all because you missed him, and all you wanted was for him to hold you in his arms and tell you it’ll be okay.

but now… fuck him.

honestly, fuck michael jackson.

at first you were calling him so he could just hear you out, and so you guys could fix whatever problems you both seemed to have but now the calls starting turning more serious.

you’re calling him so he can come and take the ring back.

it’s been five weeks of him ignoring your calls, or him refusing to be home when you try and visit him and all you’ve been doing inbetween, apart from crying your eyes out, is looking down at your left hand and seeing the big, 10 carat ring that is sitting comfortably on your finger.

if ghosting his fiancée is the new thing for breaking off an engagement then so be it.

because you’re not going to be here looking so goddamn stupid, when he’s there enjoying his life without you.

and to think all of this was because you wanted to wait just a couple more months before exposing your relationship to the world.

and that’s why you decided to do what you’re about to do.

you never wanted to get his sister involved. or anyone else involved, but at this point you’re desperate.

you’ve even tried to reach out to bill, quincy and even some of the staff at neverland and they’ve all told you the same thing.

“michael is busy.”

busy.

busy doing what? torturing your whole being with his silence?

and now you’ve sought out his baby sister because if it’s anyone that can get michael to talk to you so he can take back the ring, it’ll be her.

“hello.” janet’s voice immediately flows through the phone.

you bite your lip, tears starting to form because for the past five weeks, all you’ve wanted was to hear the warmth of michael’s voice and janet, she just sounds so similar to him.

janet says your name, causing you to clear out your throat so she doesn’t know that you’re fighting back tears right now.

“sorry.” you sniff. “um i just wanted to ask if you know where i can find michael because he’s been ignoring me… for so long and i-i need to give him back the ring.”

silence.

just pure silence on the other side of the phone.

you didn’t hear the click to indicate that she hung up on you so she should still be on the phone. why isn’t she saying anything?

“janet?” you ask.

“im sorry.” she clears her throat. “what do you mean you need to give him back the ring? what on earth has happened?”

you start to tell janet about everything, from the beginning where you and michael started arguing at the ranch five weeks ago, till when he practically told you to leave his home and has been ignoring your calls and visits ever since. at this point you couldn’t even hide the fact that you were crying.

“…i didnt even realise he was going to go this far janet. all i-i wanted was for us to talk about it and come to some sort of conclusion, as couples should do.” you sob.

“oh honey, im so sorry. if he wasn’t in new york right now ill go and kick his fuckin’ ass.”

you laugh at her words, despite the fact your nose is all snotty and your mascara is damaged from your endless tears.

you’ve never cried so much in your life ever. these five weeks have made you feel like all you do is cry.

but then you realise what she actually just said. “wait he’s in new york?” you ask.

“yeah, he flew over there early for a couple of press conferences, and signings before the mtv awards. him and i both got nominations for our music video ‘scream’.”

“oh my god, congratulations!” you say.

you’re only congratulating janet, it’s just unfortunate that michael is nominated as well. it’s such a horrible thought since you can’t help but love him so very much. but you’re hurting. just the thought of him makes your heart clench in your chest.

“well i hope you win,” you smile, emphasising on her winning. “but whenever you see michael just tell him from me that he needs to come and get his ring back.” your smile drops, at that thought.

because giving him the ring back is the last thing you want to do.

but you’ve been waiting for weeks just to hear a simple ‘hi’ from him and you’ve got nothing.

and you have to have some sort of respect for yourself.

“why don’t you come to the award show?” janet says, causing your mouth to drop.

“oh no—”

“yes! you have to come. you can fly with me and i can easily get you a seat in the front row. you know what yes, you’re coming. let me add you onto my list right now.”

“janet—”

she cuts you off, saying your name in such a tone that has you clamping your lips shut.

“you’re coming. pack a couple of clothes, we will be flying out in a couple of days. ill send you a car to pick you up and take you to the private airport.”

“janet, you really don’t have to.” she scoffs on the other side of the phone.

“no but i want to. and also i want you to be there when i give my brother a piece of my mind. because one thing you’re not going to is disrespect a woman, not just any woman, his fiancée.”

you go to argue with her again but you stop yourself. you’re so tired, so fucking tired of battling this all by yourself that it feels so relieving having someone take your side. even if that person is his sister.

“thank you. janet, thank you so much.”

“you don’t have to thank me. we’re going to be sisters soon, see you in a couple days.” as soon as she uttered those words, she hangs up the phone.

you didn’t even have enough time to tell her that you’re still giving michael back his ring and there would be no wedding for you both to be sister in laws.

NYC, september 7th 1995

you feel like you’re about to be sick.

this is the first time you will be seeing michael in six goddamn weeks and you feel like you’re going to throw up in your seat.

and to make matters worse, you’re sitting next to some a lister celebrity that keeps on giving you looks and wondering how the hell you even got a ticket, and especially one for the first row.

you swallow, your eyes shifting to the empty seat beside you that michael will be sitting in after he finishes performing.

just the thought of you watching him on stage, knowing that you’re about to hand him back the ring afterwards is another reason why you just may throw up.

the night has already been going on for quite some time, and you’ve been shifting nervously wearing a beautiful black dress, with a slit in the thigh.

it just so happens that it was michael who bought you that dress, the night he proposed to you.

after the first half of awards were presented, the curtain starts to lower and the whole place goes pitch black. the audience starts to scream when the curtain starts to rise and michael. your michael, steps onto stage.

you gasp, because he just looks so beautiful and majestic, which he has no right to be because you’re so very mad at him.

and it’s so hard being mad, when the first thought that entered your mind after not seeing him for six weeks was that you can’t wait to fuck him. even though you know that you’re never going to feel him inside you again.

damn him for making you feel this way.

you look down at your left hand and play with your ring nervously, watching the way the mixtapes of his music hit and how he immediately came alive on stage.

you sit there, staring in admiration at the way he floats around the stage like he owns it.

after about five minutes of his performance, he stops and everyone claps, congratulating him.

i mean you may want to strangle him or fuck him or both. but you can’t deny that he did amazing on that stage tonight.

“thank you.” he says in the mic.

“thank you so much.”

“i love you.” he points to a screaming fan in the audience.

you clench your eyes shut when he says that, wishing that you could hear him say that to you just one more time.

“some of us… likes to play it safe. and take each day as it comes.” he starts. “some of us like to take that crazy walk on the wild side.” you hear a couple of people scream when he says that.

“so… for those of us who like living dangerously. this one’s for you.” and with that he runs to the back of the stage, as dancers start filtering on, distracting us from him switching outfits.

you shake your head, letting out a small laugh at the fact that you thought he was done performing. your laugh immediately stops when his dancers reveal him wearing a suit and tie, with a black hat on.

he starts performing this part of the performance and it’s honestly like he’s trying to seduce you from the stage.

you cross your legs over each other, squeezing your thighs to try and get some sort of friction because there’s no way he’s there humping the air, grabbing his crotch and running his hands down his chest with orgasm worthy expressions on his face, without you getting turned on.

you let out a breath when the music stops and he grabs a mic saying his thanks to the crowd. you don’t think you would’ve been able to take any more of his dirty dancing without at least losing your mind.

this whole time, he still hasn’t noticed you and you’re glad. you’ll probably burst into tears if he locks eyes with you and acknowledges your presence.

“thank you. and for those of you, who made this record number one, i dedicate this to you.”

when the music hits, and he starts unbuttoning his shirt, that’s when you knew it was a huge mistake coming to this award show.

you should’ve stood your ground and told janet no.

because this is your favourite song from michael and he loves to sing it to you all the time, so just hearing him singing this song on stage infront of thousands of people makes your heart lurch in your chest.

as the song goes on, there’s already tears swarming your vision. he walks to the edge of the stage, taking in the audience as he’s singing, and that’s when his eyes fall on you.

“though we’re far apart…” you let a few tears drop when you see him point straight at you when he sings the words with a raise of his brow and a small smirk.

you scoff, wiping your tears with the pad of your finger. how dare he find this amusing after he’s just literally broken your heart, and made you experience twenty different emotions in the span of his fifteen minute performance.

after that song finishes, everyone including you stand up to give him a round of applause.

he smiles on the stage, giving everyone a bow. his eyes lock with yours again, but this time instead of holding the eye contact, you look down at the ground.

you hate that he has you feeling this way. at this point you just may hate him.

the awards continue on as normal and you start to feel more comfortable, watching all these artists get their awards.

you were a bit too comfortable that you forgot about the empty seat beside you until you smelt that familiar cologne.

you look up, your eyes widening when you take in michael wearing a black leather biker jacket with his collars popped out, and a matching pair of black trousers. oh and let’s not forget the signature sunglasses that he always wears.

he sits down silently in the chair beside you, getting comfortable with his legs spread so wide, you’re surprised they didn’t bump into yours.

you clear your throat awkwardly, crossing your arms over your chest and focusing on the two celebrities who are making their way onto the stage.

they start to read out the award and the nominees and you hear ‘scream’ get mentioned. everyone starts to clap including you, and that’s when you see the camera pan to michael who you didn’t notice was staring right at you. he saves himself by pointing to the camera with a shit eating grin.

the camera was already able to catch your face but you still decide to look in the other direction.

“and the winner is,” the announcer calls, “michael jackson and janet jackson.” you start clapping hard when you hear janet’s name get mentioned.

yes you’re that petty.

michael gets up and starts walking to the stage, but stops and waits for janet who was sitting in the front row on the other side.

both of them walk onto the stage together and embrace in a hug. you see janet whisper something into michael’s ear which causes him to give her a terrified look.

they both take turns, saying their thanks to friends, family, producers etc, before they walk off stage holding their awards.

you can’t help but notice that michael is more rigid when he sits back down, instead of his laid back version that you saw before he got up to collect his award.

you still refuse to look at him, keeping your body pushed to the other side of your seat.

at this point, you have no interest in speaking to him at all tonight. at first you wanted to at least do the dramatic ring toss to the chest and then walk out on him but you feel like the only thing you’ll be able to do is cry and beg him to fuck you from the back.

maybe it’s possible to mail him the ring. yeah that sounds like a good idea.

you sigh, when there’s another commercial break and you decide to get up to go to the bathroom. this award show has been going on for hours.

you’re tired, heartbroken, horny and all you want to do is go home.

once you’ve finished in the bathroom, you fix your dress and start to make your walk back to the main room so you can sit back in your seat before the break is done, but you get interrupted by a hand on your arm.

you look up seeing michael, with his eyes still covered by his sunglasses.

“what are you doing?” you blurt out, when he starts to drag you down a long hallway.

“michael let go.” you hiss. trying to pull your arm out of his grip.

he ignores you, the same way he’s been doing for the last six weeks and just keeps on walking.

“michael joseph jackson, let me go before i scream.” you say, still trying to break his grip. but his hand is wrapped around your wrist so tight, that you won’t be surprised if there isn’t already a bruise forming.

you’re still trying to get him to let go of you when michael shoves open a door, that you’re assuming is his dressing room.

“what are you doing?” you yell. “are you— mmphh” your words are swallowed when michael crashes his lips against yours, pushing you up against the door.

at first you start to enjoy the feeling of his slightly chapped lips against yours, tasting just a hint of orange juice but then you remember how he had you leave neverland over a month ago, and didn’t speak to you since.

you push against his chest, panting.

“what. is. your. problem?” you shout, smacking him in the chest.

“you are actually more insane than i thought.” you scoff. “how dare you ignore me for six fucking weeks straight, and then have the audacity to drag me here just to kiss me? have you lost your damn mind?” you can’t stop shouting. after all these weeks of you bottling up your emotions, you can’t help but get it out.

“and,” you let out a dry laugh, “and it was all because i disagreed with you on one thing. not even disagreed, i just asked if we could wait a little more longer and you embarrassed me. you embarrassed me in front of your staff. you embarrassed me in front of quincy and bill when i asked them about you and you told them that you were too busy. yeah right, too fucking busy to check in on your fiancée!”

you didn’t even realise that the whole time you were shouting in his face, michael has been standing there with his hands behind his back with his head down.

he lifts his head up, removing his dark shades.

“you’re not breaking the engagement.” he says, his voice ten octaves deeper than his normal pitch.

you throw your hands up in frustration. “so after all i said, that’s what you have to say? after six fucking weeks of you not speaking to me, that’s what you decide to say to me?” you laugh, in disbelief. “michael i actually can’t believe you. but yes, yes we are done.” you start to twist your ring off of your finger but michael’s hand quickly reaches out to grab onto your wrist.

he pulls you towards him, so you’re flush against his chest.

you look up at him, your eyes filling with tears.

you blink them away, refusing to cry in front of him again.

“well i don’t want us to be done.” he mumbles, pushing your ring back down onto your finger. “i was mad. i was upset because i just wanted the world to see the amazing woman that i want to spend the rest of my life with. so im sorry for shutting you out, and im sorry that i took it out on you without communicating, but one thing i’m not going to allow you to do is walk away from me.”

you try and snatch yourself out of his grip because that was the most shittiest apology you’ve ever heard in your entire life.

“baby.” michael says, pulling you back into his chest. “i said i was sorry.”

“i don’t care. you hurt me. you hurt me in the worst way possible and you think that stupid apology is going to work?” you scoff at his ridiculousness.

“i was angry and i just needed time to think.” he says, his grip loosening which gives you a chance to step back from his hold.

“time?” you say, your eyes narrowing. “one night is considered ‘time’. maybe a couple days, but six weeks michael? i called you every single day and you refused to answer. i cried myself to sleep every night, thinking that you hated me. i even called you on your birthday.” your lip quivers at the thought, and nothing could’ve stopped the tears that now start to fall down your cheek.

you start to openly sob, your heart clenching so tight that you’re convinced death would be a better feeling than what you’re feeling right now.

michael steps forward to embrace you in his arms and you hate yourself for the way you clutch onto his jacket, crying into his chest.

“shhh.” michael whispers into your ear, his hand coming up to rest on the back of your head. “i’m so fucking sorry for leaving it this long.”

“you hurt me so bad.” you cry.

“i know.”

“i hate you.”

“i know.”

“i hate that i still miss you every single day. even when you hurt me.” you hiccup, pulling away from his hold so you’re looking straight into his eyes.

“i missed you too. it’s just, after i got over the fact that maybe you were right to wait a bit before we realised our relationship to the media, i just got told that me and janet got nominated for scream and… and i got so busy with the multiple interviews and the rehearsals for my performance that if i did try and reach out to you it would’ve gave us away.”

you shake your head, your makeup probably a hot mess from your tears. “if you really wanted to fix things with me you would’ve found a way to contact me without the media detecting us.” you sniff.

“i know. and ill make it up to you, i promise baby. it wasn’t meant to happen like this.”

you shrug, stepping back from his embrace again. “i’m still hurt mikey, and just because i love you that doesn’t mean the wounds aren’t still open.”

“i know.” he says softly, stepping forward. “but just give me this one chance to make it up to you. i don’t care if it takes a month, a year or ten years from now. i just don’t want us to be apart for that long again.”

you look up at him, taking in the utter beauty on his face. the tears that are threatening to fall from his eyes and his hands clenched tight like he’s trying to stop himself from grabbing onto you again.

you bite your lip, hating the fact that you’re about to fold after weeks of telling yourself that you’re going to hand him back the ring and move on with your life but you can’t help the way your heart yearns for michael.

“okay.” you nod.

“okay?” he questions, probably shocked that you didn’t try and argue with him.

“okay.” you shrug. “i forgive you but i sure as hell won’t forget and if you ever,” you take a step forward so you finger is pressed to his chest. “ignore me for that long again then i just may cut off your dick and feed it to you.”

michael’s hand instinctively goes to cover his groin.

“i won’t do that again, i promise.” he says, before letting out a loud sigh. “and also because janet basically threatened me when we were on stage.”

you laugh at his words. “good. you deserved it.”

“i know.” he sighs, dropping his head in defeat.

you grab the collar of his jacket. “now come here.” you say, before you pull his lips to yours.

michael doesn’t waste anytime, pushing you against the door and bunching your dress up around your waist.

“i missed this.” michael says against your lips, lifting your leg up so it’s wrapped around his waist.

“you could’ve had this if you didn’t ghost your fiancée.” he smashes his lips against yours as soon as the words leave your mouth. you moan when you feel his hand rub your cunt through your thong.

“im sorry. im so fuckin sorry baby.” he whispers, peppering kisses down your neck as he pushes your thong to the side and slips a finger inside of you.

“shitttt, you’re so fucking tight.” you hold the back of his head, letting out a whine at the thickness of his finger inside of you.

“it’s been so long.” you pant.

“i know. i need to stretch my baby out so ill be able to fit.” he pushes another finger inside of you, curling them so they hit that one sensitive spot.

“ahh— fuck. that feels so good.” you moan, pulling his lips back onto yours. you let out another high pitched moan, when you feel him add a third finger.

he uses his thumb to rub tight circles on your clit, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

“im gonna cum.” you grab onto his shoulder, not caring that you’re probably scrunching up the material of his expensive jacket.

“no.” you whine, when he pulls out his fingers and places them into his mouth. he groans at the taste, “fuck baby, you taste so good.”

you pout, undoing his pants just far enough so you can free his cock. “you didn’t let me cum.” you say, when he hitches your leg back around his waist and lines himself up with your entrance.

“baby i need to feel you cum around my cock.” he lets out a deep, guttural groan when he pushes inside of you.

“fuck. ive missed this. ive missed this so much.” he pulls down your dress just far enough so he can suck onto your boob.

you moan, when he starts moving his hips hard against yours.

“you’re so big.” you cry out, wrapping both of your arms around his neck.

“jump.” michael says, letting go of your leg. you jump, wrapping both legs around his waist as both of his hands settle on your ass. he pushes you against the wall, still pounding into you with quick, efficient thrusts.

at this point you’re a blubbering mess as you feel your orgasm build up low in your stomach.

“fuck fuck fuckkkk.” you scream, from the intense pleasure.

“tell me you’re going to cum.” he growls, his hands tightening on your ass so he can manhandle your body to drop you down onto his whole length.

you can’t form words so all you do is nod. you clench, feeling the overwhelming pleasure of your realise.

“shit, im about to cum baby.” michael moans, dropping you down even faster. you hide your face in his neck, as you just let him fuck you like you’re his own personal fuck toy. at this point, you’d love to be.

“godddd— fuckkkk.” you hear michael groan in your ear, pushing you down on his whole length as you feel his cock pulse inside you and the feeling of his seed filling your womb.

you both pant against each other, refusing to break apart.

“that was… the best sex… we’ve ever had.” you pant.

michael places his hand on the door, using it as an anchor to keep him standing.

he sets you down on the ground gently, as you immediately look around his dressing room for some tissues so you can clean yourself up.

you can’t believe you’ve just had sex when there’s literally celebrities right next door.

“i can’t believe we just had sex in public.” you laugh, wiping yourself with tissue and making sure that there’s no bodily fluids on your dress.

“neither can i.” michael scoffs, buttoning up his pants.

just as you two got yourself somewhat presentable, the door bursts open, revealing janet.

“oh my god, there you two are. i was looking for you everywhere.” she says.

you and michael stand there completely frozen. you have never been so grateful in your whole damn life, because if you and michael took any longer, his own sister would’ve walked into you guys having sex.

“are you guys okay? did you sort out everything?” she asks, leaning against the door.

you cover your face in embarrassment. janet has no idea that she is standing in the exact place, her brother just fucked you at.

“we’re fine.” michael says quickly.

“okay.” janet nods. “well just to tell you that the award show is over now and everyone’s starting to go to the after party.” she closes the door but not without giving you a weird glance.

oh she knows.

she definitely fucking knows.

“oh my god.” you say, looking up at michael with wide eyes. “we nearly got caught.”

michael lets out a loud laugh. “it’s okay. we didn’t get caught.”

“yeah but we nearly did.” you sigh, placing a hand on your beating heart.

“anyways,” you start. “i need to go to my hotel room and change so we can head to the after party.” you start to walk out, even though your legs are a bit shaky from the brutal fucking you just endured but you freeze when you realise michael is not behind you.

“what?” you ask.

“you want to go to the after party? together?”

you give him a smile, “yeah.” you nod. “i think it’s time to let all these women know that you’re a taken man.”

michael bites his lip, looking you up and down like he wants to fuck you again.

“i’m never letting you out of my sight again.” he says, grabbing you by the waist, and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“you better not.” you laugh. “because i won’t be so forgiving next time.”

and with that you both leave the dressing room hand in hand, preparing for your future of being in the spotlight as michael jackson’s soon to be wife.

sequel - running up that hill

extra AN: guys im sorry if the smut is shit or if i forgot to tag anyone. this is the longest fic ive ever done and mama is tired.

tags: @lavnderluv @vict-oryy @nuhveah @phenofeesh @tojiswifeforlife @enhapocketz @littlenerdybee @mtcloudsworld @aureliareadsss @unknwnbrii @daemontargaryenwhore + add yourself here!

[buublemilk]

reblogging this so its easier for me to find when i want to read it 👀👀👀

[buublemilk]

listen up ۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒  mature / invincible era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ context : michael doesnt like your bratty attitude 🙉

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ type : oneshot

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ wc : 467 words

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ tags : fem!reader, dom!michael, mature!era, smut kinda, bratty reader, theres no soft dom bcs michael aint soft in this 😂😳, michael ties u up or sum idk, use of daddy 🫩, idk what im writing, agegap kinda, no this is NOT a f3t1$h for @bu$3 ok..?

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ authors note : ok so dont mind the fact theres no starting ok bye ok enjoy, VERY cringe btw ewewweew

you gasp, his large hands pressing down on your cuffs. you were in between the bathroom sink and michael, his body pressing hard on you. "m-michael, let go," you begged, your tone still bratty. he clicked his tongue, clearly mad at the attitude.

"you're still bein' this petty?" he took one of your hands and placed it on top, as he swiftly unbuckled his belt. you froze. "michael dont." you gazed at him, unable to break free from his tight grip. he ignored you, pairing both hands together and tying them up. "l-let go!" you whimpered, tears beginning to stream down your face.

"you werent bein' a good girl, so no." he wiped the drops of tears away, harshly crashing his lips onto yours. "mmh," you muffled, now sitting on the sink as he pressed you hard. he then peaked out his tongue, sliding into yours. your fingers gripped as he continued, your tears mixing into the saliva.

"i-im sorry daddy, please," you moaned, practically pleading now. "s' now you wanna be good? too late," he picked you up from the sink, forcing you to stand. your arms felt so tight, the belt and his grip surely to bruise. "n-no, i mean it this time, please?" you pleaded as a tear dropped from your eyelash. he bit his lip, staring at your glistened round eyes.

he didnt reply, instead he picked you up again, plopping you onto the plush mattress. you crawled backward, head hitting the wall of the bed. he walked to his luggage, taking out another belt. "please michael, dont, please," you cried, your face covered in tears. "that isnt a very good apology," he wiped them away, messing up your hair before dropping down to his knees. he then pulled your feet to him, tying it up.

at this point, you didnt even want to try to beg anymore. atleast he didnt cover up your mouth.

he then walked towards the side of your head, placing his lips on yours again, softer this time. after a few seconds, he pulled back and peppered kisses along your jaw, nibbling on you like a puppy with its toy. by the time he unleashed you, your eyes were red, hand and feet both bruised by his brutal grip.

"learnt your lesson?" he asked, slipping off his shirt. "yes daddy, i wont do it again." you nodded frantically, holding on to the bruised cuffs. he then slid into bed and kissed them. "'m sorry, was i too harsh?" he asked while caressing it.

"n-no," you dare not lie to him. "mhm.." he smirked, as he kissed your forehead goodnight. "we'll wrap that up in the mornin', cant let them know what happened." he pointed towards the injury. "yeah, the one you made." you giggled, pulling up the blanket.

[buublemilk]

in another universe 🪭🐉 ۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒  thriller era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ context : the demon orb and the spirit pearls two worlds collide.

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ type : slowburn, enemies to lovers

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ wc : 935 words

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ tags : big fat inspo from nezha if you cant tell 😭😭, thriller!era BUT hes a kid if that makes sense, i recommend watching nezha first to understand the plot but its also alright if u havent, fem!reader, english and chinese text, based in china, shang dynasty, first chapters the reader is a minor, shy michael, softdom!reader, purposely small letters

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ authors note : MAY have other parts depends tho .. but this is based on my favourite chinese legend, nezha !! also im so sorry if you think im watering down the oubing ship, (which is literally top 3 ships for me,) im making it a wlm ship because of michaels sexuality 🥹❤️‍🩹 i hope you guys understand and enjoyy !!

1600, chentang pass

“GYAHHH!! （哇呀！！！） ” your mothers blood curdling scream echoed through the chentang pass’ imperial courts bedroom. “push, lady yin, push! （夫人加油！） ” the nurse yelled in encouragement as her fingernails bled from gripping the nurses hand. after 18 hours of hell, your mother finally gave birth to you.

“WAHHHH!! （哇！！！） ” you weeped the moment you plopped out on the bed. “calm down, baby, （别哭了，宝贝，）”your mother cooed as the nurse wiped your with a gauze cloth. “congratulations, lady yin. youve gave birth to a baby girl! （恭喜， 殷夫人， 她是个女宝宝！）” the nurse softly placed you in your mothers arms.

“ill name her _______, （她的名叫做 _______ 吧，）” your mothers clammy hands softly cupped your cheeks. “baby _______? what a beautiful name. （_______ 吗？ 好漂亮的名，）” as the nurse jotted down your name. “theres something wrong with the baby, i just feel it, （我感觉到这一个宝宝.. 有点儿不正常..）” a nurse whispered to the doctor. “what do you mean by that? （什么意思？）” the doctor pulled the nurse aside.

“i-i dont know, its just that, i feel like.. shes not human. （我的意思就是，她，她不想人..）” her eyes filled with fear. “okay, its probably because your low on sleep. why dont you take the day off? （你没事吧， 你应该是因为累。 你回去睡吧，）” the doctor pushed her outside of the bedroom. “b-but..! （但-但..！）” her voice trailed off.

on the other side of the country was the east sea dragon palace. there, a baby boy named michael was born. once born, he was already crowned as the third prince of the dragon king of the eastern sea. “michael, from now on, you will be our hope to end the demon orb (魔丸), _______. （迈克，从今天开始，你会帮了我们杀掉魔丸。）” michaels father announced, as if michael could understand.

1607, shang dynasty

you were walking in the usually crowded streets, that werent crowded due to your appearance. “quick! _______ is coming! （快点儿！_______ 公主要到了！）” the locals shouted as you made your way down. you hummed a simple tune that your mother once sang to you when you were a baby, placing your hands in your pocket.

“awh, you guys dont wanna play with me? （嘿，你们不要跟我玩吗？）” you smirked, sprinting towards the buckets of water to play a round of hide and seek with them. “gotcha! （抓到啦！）” you exclaimed once you caught someone. “p-please princess _______, please spare me! (请-请你放过我啊，_______ 公主！）” the man pleaded, about to wet his pants.

“haha! you humans are indeed funny, （呵呵，你们这些人们真好笑啊！）” you laughed, smacking back on the covers of the bucket. your hands reached inside the pockets of your pants again, as you lazily strolled to the east sea. as you splashed the waters towards the ocean, a large presence, like an earthquake shook the grounds.

you steadied yourself, preparing to fight whatever that would come out. “hey, whos out there?! （嘿，谁在哪儿？！） ” you yelled, cracking your knuckles. soon, a boy around your age ascended from the waters, his black curls cascading down his chest. a thin silk layer covered his body, a white hood covering half of his face.

“who’re you, huh? （你是谁？）” you shouted towards him. he was around 20 feet away from you, giving you distance. “what are you doing on our property? （你为啥在我没的财产？） “ he asked as he stepped closer to you. “y-your property, huh? anyone can come here! （你的财产？ 谁都能来这儿！） “ you slowly backed away, gulping.

then, not wanting to give him time to prepare, you charged at him, going for his face. his eyes widened as your foot landed on his cheek. he groaned in pain, clenching his cheek as blood leaked from his mouth. “you..! (你..！）” he said before starting his own attacks. he then formed out two ice popsicle looking things and ran towards you.

the pair of weapons hit you with unexpected force, making it hard to block. “o-owh, ow! stop! （别-别了！够了！） “ you yelled out to the teen, still throwing punches. he finally pulled back, gasping for air. “ do you wanna leave now?（你到底要不要走？） ” he asked softly, fury still in his tone.

“you think im afraid of you? (你以为我怕你吗？！） ” you shouted and pointed a finger at the arrogant boy before fighting back. your hands and legs were your good skills, so you used both to fight back. after some while, you realised that he was still wearing on the hood. without a thought, you pulled off the hood from his head.

in shock, he let go and covered his head with his arms. you were surprised too. he had horns on his head. “horns? what are you, a dragon?! (角？！ 你是啥，龙子吗？！）” you laughed, thinking that it was a joke. his shy demeanor instantly made you realised that he wasnt joking. “wait.. you are..? (等一等.. 你是吗..？)” your eyes widened.

he was about to run off, before you chased after him. “wait, i-im not human too, （等-等， 我也不是人，）” you muttered. he finally turned back, looking at you now. “what? (什么？）” you looked down. you didnt want any outsiders to know your secret, yet it had to be known either way.

he finally turned back and crouched down. “thank you for your honesty, princess _______. (谢谢你的城市，_______ 公主。）” his cold hands touched yours before he placed a large conch shell inside. “here, take this. blow it when you want to play with me, (给你的。你想跟我玩时，就可以吹。）” he closed your hands before descending back to the water.

once the dragon was back inside the water, you jumped for joy as this was your first time having a friend. all of the village kids thought you were a monster, not daring to play with you. you excitedly skipped back home, shouting to your mother about the great news. "mom! i made a new friend! (妈！我交了一个新朋友！）" you yelled from the outside.

[buublemilk]

all the attention in the world ۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒  dangerous era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ context : you wanted to spend time with michael, just to get into a big argument with michael.

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ type : oneshot

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ wc : 1323 words

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ tags : dangerous!era, fem!reader, bratty!reader, petty michael, whole lotta angst, fluff and smut maybe, arguing with michael, michael ignores you, michael is a workaholic, janet the queen mentioned, michael is your fiancé

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ authors note : my longest one so far 😳😳 inspired by oscar winning tears by buckysgirlll! also pls enjoyyy, and i used golden borders to resemble "remember the time" !!

"what do you mean you dont want anything to do with me now?" you yelled, slamming your palm on the counter.

"i meant what i meant. youre distracting me from my work." he says. "you made me cancel out my schedule just to have dinner with you." he finally looks at you.

"oh? so now im the crazy one for wanting you to be with me? as if im not your fiancé?" you say, trying to keep calm. "look," he starts, "everyone wanted me there and you-" "well, i wanted you with me." you sighed, trying to keep your voice low.

"and this is why i said youre distractin' me," he raised his voice. "does that mean you dont want me here anymore?" you asked. he didnt reply, but he whipped out his phone and started typing. you immediately knew he was going to call a driver to pick you up.

you quickly pulled his phone away, snapping, "how petty can you be?" he was already glaring at you, implying that he was mad. "give it back." he stood frozen. you were already holding the phone, breathing heavily.

after a few seconds of you not replying, he finally snapped. he pulled the phone back from your hands, turning his back around from you to walk out. "yes. come now." he quickly rang up one of his drivers.

your tears started dropping now, but you wiped them away to not look pathetic. once he hung up, he walked out of the room from where you both were. he suddenly stopped walking, thinking he was about to apologise. instead, he said "the cars here,". "okay," you whispered as your tears sprang to your eyes.

"whats wrong?" the driver asked as he drove. "its nothing," you muttered, looking out the window as your mascara streaked. once you reached home, you tried smiling at the driver to hide your pain. "thank you," you whispered as you turned back.

inside, you were sobbing, crying in your bedroom. its alright. michael would call me later or tomorrow, right? you thought, covering your face from the sobs.

the next day arrived, yet michael had not rang you up once. not even a message. you were already desperate. you wanted to make up with him. you tapped his number on your phone shakily before taking a few breaths to call him. after seconds of waiting, michael didnt pick up.

you wasted 3 hours just trying, trying to hear michaels voice. you were mad at him, sure, but you still loved him deeply. you sniffed up the tears, dabbing your eyes as you tapped on his number again.

"sorry, you may not reach this number. please leave a message.." the robotic tone came through the phone. you wiped away the tears, as you hung up the phone.

you were weeping at the fact michael wouldnt talk to you. you were now desperate for him. he wouldnt even want to see you. maybe this was what he meant, you were a distraction for him. you stared down at the ring he proposed to you 2 months ago, wrapped cozily on your finger.

it was already one whole week without contact from your fiancé. at one point, you even drove to neverland to talk to him, yet he wasnt there. it was like he was purposely ignoring you.

you turned on the tv, despite your eyes being puffy from crying your heart out. michael spotted with woman in brazil! the headlines read. you froze. you double-checked the message on the screen, hoping you were just hallucinating.

"no.." you muttered, tears falling down your cheeks. it was real. your eyes werent deceiving you. michael was cheating. "oh my god.." you sobbed, turning off the tv.

your fingers shook as you tapped on janets contact info. "hello," janets cheerful voice flowed through the phone from the other side.

you bit your lip, not wanting to cry again. she called out to you, making you snap back to reality. "h-hi jan, do you know where michaels at right now? tell him he can come take back his ring," you said as tears dropped.

then, she fell silent. "hello? jan?" you called out to her, hoping she hasnt hung up on you. "okay, okay, wait. you want to return the ring? what happened?!" her voice was shrill.

you explained, crying halfway through the explaination. "oh honey, im so sorry." her voice sympathetic. "if he was here, id teach him a lesson!" she laughed. "oh! how about you follow me to the studio tomorrow! we'll be filming scream." she suddenly remembered.

"s-scream? wont michael be there, too?" you asked. "well, yeah! so you both can make amends!" she said. "anyways, i already added you on the list. pack your bags, bring your clothes, makeup, anything there! theyll pick you up at 5." she said, before ending the call.

you were too tired to fight back, so you acquiesced.

at the studio, michael walked in, wearing his shades so you couldnt tell if he was looking at you. either way, you didnt care if he was. the music blasted as they started filming. janet looked amazing, well, michael too, maybe.

"okay! cut! break 15 minutes!" the director shouted, both janet and michael stepping of the green screen. "okay, i already threatened michael that if he doesnt apologise to you, i would send him off to africa and unleash 34 african wild dogs on him." she said, patting your shoulder.

as you sat on michaels chair, since you didnt have a chair specifically for you, michael walked towards you like he owned the place. he kind of did, but that wasnt the point. you looked up at him, coldness washing over. "what?" you asked coldly.

"thats my chair." he said. "oh? really?" you said, purposely acting insensitive. he then picked you up from your waist, making you gasp. he sat down on the chair, placing you onto his thighs. "michael, let me go!" you whisper shouted, trying to break free from his grip. his legs were opened, as he hugged you tightly to his chest.

"michael, stop!" your eyes started filling with tears, voice cracking at the last word before he covered your mouth. you struggled, nibbling on his hand harshly. it was mixed with his palms sweat and your tears. he groaned, letting you go.

you stood up and saw that he was staring back at you. tears flowed from your eyes. "c'mere," he ordered. you stayed still, being stubborn and ignoring his request. he sighed and dragged your arm to him.

"i said, let me go!" you cried, forcibly pushing away from his chest. he let you go, looking at your tear stained face. "i hate you!" you hit his chest. you didnt hit him that hard, so he didnt flinch, since he was way stronger than you.

he then pulled you close, letting you sob into his chest. he stroked your head, still silent. "you left me alone for one whole week, michael!" you scolded into his chest. "im sorry," he said, still hugging onto you.

"you were out with another woman!" you muffled. "that was a fan." he assured. once you calmed down, michael stroked a tear away from your face. he then gently pressed his lips onto yours, promising you that you would never be replaced.

"now fix that pretty face and be good for me, baby," he said as he rustled your hair. you pouted a little, still wanting to be with him.

you were about to ask him to stay, when you remembered what he said. youre distracting me from my work. he saw the displeasure on your face and knew the cause. "all crew members, get on set now!" the director shouted.

he swiftly looked back and gave you a kiss on your cheek.

"dont go yet, 'kay?" he said, stroking your hand with his thumb. you nodded, looking down.

[buublemilk]

beautiful moments ۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒  thriller era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ context : michael cant stop taking photos of his beautiful wife

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ type : oneshot

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ wc : 309 words

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ tags : thriller!era, fem!reader, michael surprises you to disneyland, modern day, lil bit of fluff, michael cant take his eyes off of you, sweet moments with michael, purposely small letters, whole buncha bold and italics

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ authors note : another short one but its sweet so 😳 anyways enjoy

"meet me outside of the house at 5!" he messaged you. you smiled, grabbing your purse and jacket as you replied. once outside, michael snapped a photo of you. "oh wow, my beautiful girl. you look stunning," he said as he hugged you.

"thank you baby," you said, giggling. "where are we going?" you tilted your head. "we'll see!" he gently pulled your hand to the car. during the drive there, michael kept on taking photos of you, asking you to do random and silly poses.

"we're here!" he said, pointing outside. he brought you to disneyland, as you told him youve never been there before. "oh my god, michael!" you exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly.

"this place is amazing.." you said, looking around as he filmed. "yeah," he said, fixing his lens to focus on you. then, he dragged you along to a roller coaster. "michael, are you serious?!" you shouted as they buckled on the seatbelts.

"relax!" he laughed. once the staff announced it would start soon, you gripped onto michaels hands tightly. "michael, im scared!" you said, the ride slowly starting. "just hold on to me, okay?" once the ride started, the only thing you remembered was you shouting your lungs out and grasping onto michaels hands till he had your fingernail markings on his hands.

"was it fun?" he giggled. "im gonna kill you, michael!" you said, playfully. "why do you keep recording me?" you asked while you both were at the food court, still recording. "because i like to capture beautiful things," he said, turning the lens.

"silly boy," you said, ruffling his hair. during the closing hours, the fireworks sparked under the moonlight, where michael took many photos of you there. "i love this place," you said to the camera.

"i love you too," michael said, pressing his soft lips onto yours.

[buublemilk]

meet me in the backseat ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ mature / invincible era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ context : whatever happened in the backseat is a secret.

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ type : oneshot

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ wc : 326 words

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ tags : mature!era, fem!reader, fluff maybe, lil bit of smut, kissing in public (?), almost getting caught, freaky michael, whole lotta bold and italics, purposely small letters, reader is of age

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ authors note : got inspo from a comment saying that michael used to make out with women in the backseat of his car 😭 i hope u like this 😳😳 btw its not that freaky so sorry for getting your hopes up if you wanted it to be 💔

"michael!!" people shouted at the car, bodies slamming onto the windows. tears were streaming down your face as you saw michaels beautiful face.

finally, michael came out of the car. "michael!" people shouted, grabbing and pulling him with each step. he smiled, waving back at others as he stepped inside the shop.

after a few minutes of waiting outside the shop that didnt allow you in, michael walked out putting on his sunglasses. coincidentally, you were walking behind michael. before the doors shut, you shouted, "michael, can i have a hug?" that made michael look back.

your beautifully tear stained face that made your nose red, somehow that made him turned on. "sure, let her in," he said to his bodyguards. you stepped into the car as fans rushed to get in too. you hugged him tightly, tears continuing to stream down your face as this was your dream come true.

when you pulled back, michael took a look at you and couldnt take it anymore. he slammed his lips onto yours, holding onto your cheeks gently. you kissed him back, unaware of what to do next. you grabbed on his hair for dear life, as his tongue covertly slipped inside. "mmph.." you muffled, as he made out with you.

"shh, be quiet baby," he whispered, stroking your hair. he then pulled back, gasping for air before going back to your jaw. he peppered kisses there down all the way to the chin. "oh my god," your head rolled behind, back already arching.

he finally retreated, his hair messily hot and his face stained with red lipstick marks you were wearing. he gave you a shy smile, as if he didnt just made out with you.

"michael, are you done?" his bodyguard asked. you both froze. if he came in earlier, he wouldve witnessed you both making out. "y-yeah," he glanced back at you, giving you a wink.

you just made out with michael jackson! yay!

[buublemilk]

stay with me, for eternity ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒  dangerous era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ context : michael proposes to you on the beach!

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ type : oneshot

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ wc : 207 words

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ tags : fluff, sub!reader, dangerous!era, michael proposes, fem!reader, beach confession, author doesnt know how to write properly, whole buncha bold and italics, purposely small letters

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ authors note : short one bcs why not 😳

"surprise!" michael exclaimed, hands in the air. he surprised you to the beach, your favourite place ever. "michael? why'd you bring me to the beach?" you asked, giggling.

"because.." he went down on one knee and took out a tiny box from his pocket. you froze. OH MY GOD. he looked back up again, grinning sheepishly. "baby, i love you so much, and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. will you marry me?" tears began to form in your eyes as you held his shaking hands.

"michael.." you whispered. "yes.. yes i will." you sniffled, tears streaming down your cheeks. his eyes lit up, inserting the ring in your hand carefully, like you were a precious jewellery. he stood up to hug you, hands still laced together.

"oh my god i cant believe this.." you muffled into his shoulder. "why?" he laughed, stroking your hair. "because.. youre so much more than me.." you sobbed, holding on to the ring. "baby dont say that, you're the best thing that has ever came into my life," he caressed your tear stained cheek.

"i love you."

"i love you more."

he then kissed you on the lips, hugging on dearly to you as he did.

[buublemilk]

the way you make me feel ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒  bad era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ context : you're on set with michael for "the way you make me feel", but the things he does with tatiana just makes you jealous!

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ type : oneshot

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ wc : 546 words

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ tags : fluff, smut maybe, bratty!reader, bad!era, angst maybe, hurt comfort, arguing with michael, kissing in public, jealous!reader, fem!reader, reader is of age, grammar mistakes maybe

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ authors note : this has been rotting in my drafts for so long

During the set of "The way you make me feel", Michael could clearly see your annoyed, or mad, either way you did not enjoy those scenes. Though you just sat on Michael's chair, Tatiana was also afraid to approach you for small talk.

During a fifteen minute break, Michael sat down, staring at you with a grin. "What's the matter? Tummy ache?" While placing his hand on yours before you quickly shoved his hand away. He retorted and tried again.

"Dear, are you mad at me?" He asked, unable to hide his smile. "Wow. Congrats for noticing." You replied humourlessly. You stood up and went to the break room for some water as Michael was following behind.

"Come on, doll! It's nothing like that! It's just for the short films!" He explained, pulling on to your arm. You turned around, looking at him. "Then go to Tatiana then," Before turning back.

He laughed, seeing you mad was somewhat cute to Michael. "You're so cute! Don't do this to me!" While trailing along. Before you could even get a chance to enter the break room, Michael leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. He knew instantly that a kiss would make you feel better, so he did.

Right infront of the crew.

People gasped, people took photos, but he just didn't care. You quickly fired up, backing away before the tension grew stronger in the set. "Get yourself together," You told Michael, looking away.

"See? I knew you would enjoy that," He said, biting his lip before handing you another caress on the cheek. "I need to go soon. Don't pout anymore, okay?" Before running back to the main set.

You held your face, feeling embarassed as others stared at you. Since Latoya was going on set soon, she talked to you for a moment. "Michael must be treating you good, huh?" With a smirk on her face. "Well- yeah," You replied, trying to play it casual. "Don't worry, Michael isn't the type of guy to cheat. Trust me." She said, patting your head before heading back.

——

After recording finish, Michael grabbed his coat and walked out with you. "Still mad?" He asked, drinking his orange juice from his bottle. "I'm mad you did that infront of everyone," You mumbled. "Oh? How about somewhere private, then?" He said, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Without hesitation, he dragged you to a private room, behind the set. He quickly pulled you closer, and softly touched your lips. "This is how much I love you. Only you." before pushing his lips onto yours, making you have nowhere to run but him. He grabbed your waist while the other placed onto your face. His body leaned against yours, his chest and yours touching.

When you pulled back, he looked normal than ever. "Happy now?" He asked, smiling before tidying up his shirt. You on the other hand, was gasping for air, staring at this man who conquered your lips for a moment, looking calmer than he should. "Fine, you win." You gasped. "Yay! Guess you'd have to repay me then!" He said, clasping his hands together. This guy could say the most weird things in a straight face, which made you feel like you were falling inlove with him again.

[buublemilk]

notice me. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ bad era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ context : michael has been so busy on his new album, neglecting your feelings.

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ type : oneshot

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ wc : 780 words

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ tags : fluff, smut maybe, bratty!reader, bad!era, whole lotta angst, hurt comfort, michael is a workaholic, arguing with michael, :P means curse word, writer is a minor, whole lotta italics / bolds, purposely small letters, no y/n used, you live with michael

ᛝ ┊   𝞋𝞎  ﹒ authors note : my first fanfic on here 😭😭 pls give me some constructive criticism !! also give me some request / ideas in my ask me anything box !! sorry if this isnt good or not freaky enough, im not experienced enough yet 😭😭

sigh.. it has been 5 weeks without being able to see your boyfriend michael. he has recently been busy with working on his album "bad", as you feel more and more distant from him.

after weeks without his touch, you decided to show up at his studio. you put your hair up and did your makeup, and oh it isnt your regular. you wore a white blouse and a mini jeans skirt. you applied your lipgloss one last time before walking out the door.

at the studio, you sat there, legs crossed. "miss, do you need anything to drink?" a staff asked. "oh! its alright, im just waiting for michael," you replied, looking down at your watch. it has been 30 minutes wihout being able to see him.

after waiting for a while, you finally spot him. your eyes lit up as you walked towards him. "michael!" you said softly, holding his hands. his eyes widened and his body went rigid. "h-hi baby, uhm, what are you doing here?" he looked around.

you froze. what did he mean by what are you doing here? "to see you, obviously?" your eyebrows furrowed. "im busy, babe." he finally looked at you. "what, so you dont even wanna see me? after like, 5 weeks of waiting for you?" your voice started getting louder. "t-thats not what i meant. we'll settle this at home." he tried to calm you down.

"no! look at me! you dont even wanna see me? not even a while? you didn't even say hi the first thing you saw me, instead you questioned me?" you shouted, tears beginning to form. people were looking now. "babe, stop. you're making a sce-" "im making a scene?! fine. since you dont wanna see me, go :P yourself." you slapped his hands away.

you walked out, wiping away the tears from your eyes. thankfully, bill was already waiting outside so that michael wouldnt be able to chase you back. "whats wrong? didnt you wanna see michael?" bill asked. "ive changed my mind," you smiled as tears fell. bill looked worried, but drove you back to the house anyways.

at home, you couldnt hold it in any longer, you sobbed out all your bottled up anger and sadness. your makeup was an ugly mess, mascara streaked down your face, as your red, puffy eyes released tears. you looked at your phone, not a single sign of him wanting to fix things. great. might as well leave a man who doesnt want me.

when you came to his studio, it was already beginning to go dark. hours of waiting, waiting for just a simple "hi" on the phone, was it that hard to give? you finally cried yourself to sleep, trying to ignore michael.

"babe?" a soft voice whispered as he placed his hand on your shoulder. you scooted away, not wanting to acknowledge him. "b-baby? youre still awake?" he asked. stop. dont cry again. you reminded yourself, biting your lip. you stood up to go to the bathroom, but not even two steps michael stopped you.

"please. talk to me, mama." his cold hands pressed on your bare shoulder. "talk about what? about you shutting me away?" you hissed. "i wanna clear things up," his hands slid down from your shoulders to your hands. your eyes glistened, as his beautiful face stared at you. god:P, he has no right being this handsome right now.

"babe? please, say something, i wanna hear your voice," "you didnt even want to see me." you replied as your tears threatened to steam down your cheeks. "no, mama. i couldnt let you stay because your beauty would distract me," he wiped a tear off your face.

he pulled you into a hug as you stayed in the same place, tears rolling down from your face.

"i hate you." you muffled into his chest as he stroked your hair. "i know. you have the right to be, baby." his heart broke seeing you this sad. (or maybe turned on?) he always tried, or needed to make you happy when youre sad.

he then pulled away, holding your hands again. he crashed his lips onto yours, cupping your cheeks. his lips pulled away slightly, his husky voice whispering, "i'll never do that again, 'ma."

your hands rested on his neck as he 'did his work'.

his lips then traced down to your jaw, peppering kisses from there to your neck. your head was tilted back, his head lowered. when he pulled back, he finally smiled at you, "sorry, 'ma. come to my studio anytime you want." he rested his head on your shoulder.

"you better keep your promise, then." you said, ruffling his hair.