𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼

[bvtterfliess]

𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 ⨾༊·˚

why be racist, sexist, homophobic or transphobic when you can just be q u i e t?

bee. 30-sumn. florida. r&b music enthusiast. fanfic conoisseur. mdni. forever in michosis. me and my pen are pansexy.

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[haintbleus]

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ; ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴀᴜ

synopsis: in 1990 the jackson 5 debuts as a doo-wop group that is quickly pushed into child pop stardom and becomes a phenomenon. that is, until they're deemed too old for the child star boxes they've been put in. work dries up and now they're trying to find themselves as adults in the aftermath and in finding themselves, they find a new sound. wordcount: 2.1k tropes: modern-ish au set in the early 2000s with a few flash backs to their child star years in the 90s. warnings: mdni 18+. drug and alcohol consumption, no graphic depictions of sex, but mentioned and implied (marlon, michael and randy are pretty fluid in regards to gender expression in this and marlon is fluid as far as partners go he does mention being with men and women). some violence, fighting etc. an: this might not get finished but....we'll see lol. music used is all j5 + any mj songs i feel like using. read the warnings pls lol, like i don't want anyone to be blindsided by sumn they don't wanna read. also these babies are rough as hell around the edges so they're pretty tame in the intro but if i continue...don't judge them too hard lmao

michael looked down at the song he had been arranging with skepticism. he knew it was a far cry from their kid act days as a motown cover group trying to find their place in an entertainment industry that had moved far beyond that sound. the shift had come when they were no longer cute enough to make it work anymore even after they pivoted to the teeny bopper pop music of their peers. 

him turning 18 had been the nail in the coffin, even with randy joining the group to extend that “cuteness”. 

no one wanted to hear motown covers on disney soundtracks anymore, so at 15, 18, 19, 22, 24 and 26, the jacksons were has-beens. 

they returned to normalcy, or some semblance of it. randy was put in public school for a few months then switched to a small private school. the change kept him away from people who laughed at what he had been and even harder at what he’d become.

nothing.

his stint in the group was brief and very clearly a last ditch effort to not seem as adult as the older boys clearly were. there was brief resentment and randy felt it. where they wanted to shift, the industry and their father wanted them to stay the same and staying the same meant shoehorning a 15 year old in and hoping for the best. 

it didn’t work and randy suffered for it. 

michael didn’t want to leave music even if it had left him high and dry. there were still tabloids that poked fun at his pubescent self, congratulating themselves on being correct about it causing his downfall. the acne, the voice changes, the awkward gait of a teenager getting used to a new height. at 18 everything seemed to slow, finally giving him time to adjust and assess. the group’s old cds and music videos were a constant reminder of what he had been. the cute kid with the soulful voice who remade smokey robinson and temptations songs for children’s  movies. he appeared alongside mickey mouse, was a special musical  guest on tv shows, he and his brothers were sought after, loved.

and now. 

now he was not quite a man, but no longer that boy. something in between, maybe. something…strange and alien that yearned to be back on stage but couldn’t find a way to get there. 

that hurt him the most.

 every opened door had been slammed in his face now that he was no longer cute.

of use.

that sat with michael in a way that made him angry. he didn’t like the feeling, how it settled into his bones and made him feel cold. that anger would sit with him until he realized it was destroying him. he’d catch his reflection in the mirror, expression a copy of his father’s and bile would rise to his throat. he could not let his anger turn him into joseph. he wouldn’t. his hurt wouldn’t allow him to become someone who hurt others under the guise of making them better. he saw what happened when those cycles were repeated; he saw it in his brothers, sisters and himself. aimless and unsure because joseph had molded them into a vision for one purpose and now that the purpose had shriveled up.

michael desperately needed to find something before that bitterness overtook him and turned him into something he didn't recognize. 

marlon, originally,  the quiet one, had never been asked about a single ambition or goal he had. he wasn't sure if he actually had any now. no one wanted or cared to hear that from him.

he learned that early on. 

he was decoration; do the dance steps with jackie, smile, but do not wave. you do not have thoughts, you do not have opinions and, maybe, not even feelings. if anyone thought that was strange they didn’t express it. he’d read articles about himself, scenarios and expectations public relations firms made up because he never said anything to the press. 

the press never asked him anything. 

around 15 it broke him a little, made him act out. he remembered causing a brief scandal when he got caught in a coat closet at an industry party with some girl from a popular tv show on whatever network they happened to be performing for that day. at 16 he’d been found on a studio backlot shotgunning cigarette smoke with a boy from a movie they were filming and caused an even bigger scandal. the icing on the burnout-teen-idol cake was when he turned 18 and eloped with a model he met 6 months prior, just for it to be annulled 10 hours later courtesy of his father. joseph tried his hardest to beat that rebellion out of him more times than he could count, but he was a teenager with access to entirely too much and was left behind way too often to not find trouble. 

at the time he saw it as creating his own headlines and not letting the fabricated ones the labels and pr machines made tell his story because they didn’t find him significant enough to just ask.  it gave him a reputation, but he didn’t mind it. he was no longer the quiet one, but the wild one where being wild didn’t quite work out for kids like him. it also cost him opportunities in the end, he couldn’t appear in certain places with his brothers for no longer fitting “the brand”. it didn’t matter anyway, no one would notice he was gone. 

but here he was now with the world at his feet, joseph not breathing down his neck and no idea what to do with his newfound freedom. he decided to explore; took classes at the community college, got involved in their theatre program a little, and had fun. 

not too much, just enough.

jermaine had been the lead singer before michael joined the group. his voice was old, something far too old for a child his age to possess, so others tried to claim ownership of it for him. they knew what to do with it while he didn’t. listening to everything but his own intuition had him singing underneath his little brother—a solo here, a rich harmony there. 

relegated to the back with jackie, tito, and when their father beat the right key into him, marlon.  

he still eclipsed his brothers, not in the way michael had but enough to be reminded that he was still seen. the group was popular, but only he and michael got solo magazine covers and posters. they asked how the jackson 5 liked their newfound fame, but the microphone only found him and michael. occasionally tito and jackie were asked their opinions, but jermaine and michael got most of the attention. 

he’d liked that. he could feel a little bit of the control that slipped away from him when his spot was taken. that was jermaine’s thing—control. the need to control his place, the narrative, how he was perceived, and with nowhere to put that energy now that it was over, he spiraled a bit. he didn’t want to be holed up in his room like michael, trying to find ways back in, he wasn’t about to start toying with the idea of having a normal life like marlon, and he hadn’t had a normal enough childhood like tito and jackie to even pretend to be as well adjusted as they seemed. 

so jermaine worked the club scene. did gigs here and there, just him and his bass. he’d almost struck gold when a producer gave him his card. the only mistake he made was taking it to joseph, looking for praise and approval. instead it was taken from him, repackaged as an opportunity for the group and he watched as his opportunity became nothing more than a “no thanks” and a soft click as the line went dead. 

something in him broke in that moment. he left the family home with no promises of return.

tito was fine. he would survive playing his guitar for blues bands, settle down and get married. maybe he’d give his parents some grandkids and move on with his life.

it almost happens that way. he meets a girl, they date for a bit, it fizzles out and he moves onto the next. it becomes a bit of a cycle, and he wonders if he’s as lost as his younger brothers are. how their lack of a childhood and treatment during those difficult teenage years put them in a place where they had no idea where to go next. tito always thought he’d had enough of a childhood to appear as though he could transition smoothly into adulthood. he was finding out quickly that it wasn’t a one size fits all situation and that he was struggling to find his place among established society. people his age were typically a few years removed from college or in graduate studies. some likely had jobs that gave them 401ks and health insurance. 

he played gigs. women his age wanted stability, he couldn’t give them that. he was ill prepared for the space he was attempting to occupy.

it was hard to reconcile with. 

jackie does settle down and get married. he screws it up because he can’t sit still, always out searching for something and can’t quite put his finger on what he’s trying to find. he purposefully invites chaos into, what should be, a peaceful home.  

he’s restless in a way that makes the woman he married uneasy and unwilling to help a man who should’ve figured this out already. she could not be the one to help him move beyond the what ifs of his youth. she leaves, gives him an easy divorce and jackie finds himself without purpose as if the only purpose in life was to be married and start a family. 

it was how the brothers found themselves in the home studio at hayvenhurst at michael’s behest. he’s bustling around the studio like a man on a mission, chattering about ideas and demos and lyrics. he shoves sheet music at marlon and tells him to get to the casio in the corner.

“nigga, i can’t play the keyboard—” marlon starts and michael fixes him with a look that makes marlon roll his eyes and sit dejectedly on the bench, glaring at the sheet music as if it offended him.

michael then gives tito his old guitar, the one that had been collecting dust in the studio. “it’s in tune, i made sure,” he mumbles and then he’s off to randy, shoving a pair of drumsticks in his hand.

“this ain’t the same as congas, i can’t just—”

“you and marlon can pretend not to play these instruments all you want, i know the truth,” michael says, eyes a bit too wild for randy to think he can say no without consequences.

what those consequences are, he’s not sure, but he’s not willing to find out. 

“jackie, synths!” michael shouts to his eldest brother.

jackie looks at tito for help and tito gives him a look that says, ‘indulge the kid’.

so he does.

michael picks up jermaine’s bass because jermaine wouldn’t answer his call. he adjusts the straps, his fingers hover over the strings and he pauses. his brothers watch him; randy with caution, marlon in amusement now, tito with fondness and jackie with an older brother’s exasperation. 

“randy.” michael calls.

“…yeah?”

“drums count us in.”

the youngest boy looks at the sheet music and sighs before hitting the sticks above his head, “1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4.”

it isn’t a convincing start in the slightest, but michael will take it. marlon comes in on the keyboard easily, jackie starting up the synth, a bit surprised as marlon’s playing. if tito’s surprised he doesn’t show it, just fills in with his guitar, smooth as he always does. randy’s drumming makes michael grin, because he knew he could do it. michael makes sure the bass line carries the movement and blends in with the other instruments. 

this is it. his vision, his new start…their new start. michael wanted to show the world that discarded the jacksons that they weren’t disposable, that they could transition to a more adult sound, that they didn’t need to shove their baby brother in the mix to stay “kid safe”. he could grow with them too, maybe jermaine would come back, marlon would be seen, tito would find a way, and jackie would find purpose. 

michael had just needed someone to believe in them as much as he did. 

[bvtterfliess]

𝓽𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓬 - preview

Michael’s penthouse triggered an amalgamation of so many memories. He was tied to some of the best and worst moments of your life. You didn’t like any reminders of something already ingrained in your brain, etched in stone—things you’d pettily prefer to not remember but couldn’t bare to remove, cherished till this day, while other times you wished you at least could forget how much pain they caused you to recall, or forget how hollow you felt remembering how much they meant to you. But he had a way of drawing you in, opening the wound to patch it up again. Looking around, you could still see touches of you left behind here, in a space that was his and then both of yours and his again... The quirky welcome mat under your feet, the forest green console you set your keys and purse down by the entrance—the left door of it just as crooked as the day you built it together. Standing lamps with colorful mood lighting. Mother of pearl placemats on the dining room table. Ribbed decor pillows on his oversized sectional couch. You remember the exact moment you found those pillows in the furniture store, when petty bickering because he couldn’t agree on anything you wanted to buy dissolved into hot open mouth kisses on your neck in apology once he compromised, feeling the velour material… You remember the aftermath. Seeing them on the couch for the first time, his arms wrapped around you from behind in contentment. How your body was gently pressed down against them to test them out. They stayed nice and plush under your curved spine while he praised you for your vision, head nestled between your legs. All bittersweet memories of when you were so sure about things.  Sure about him. Sure about raising a family together, despite the circumstances. Sure about making this space as much your home as it was his.

[bvtterfliess]

[pierrotdoesnteat]

positivity train!

if you see this or are tagged in it, tag a couple of your favorite mutuals/blogs and let them know you appreciate seeing them on your dash!

@h0neysugarfree @blueberrylovv @bequiteanddriveeeeeee @cherri-bomb-bomb @eg0mechan1c @fatrexicisback

[normanscupcake]

Thxx, @gingermatchalatte 🫶💕💕

@bubblepeep @strawberrycherrycola @l0ngdog @wintersldier @coconutprincesspassion @xoxycodonex @kwatzaya @fawnzquee @ilegalyungjaws @pinkcottonberry @angeldel-rey

There are so many more moots to this list, just know I love ya all 😭🙏💕🫶

[strawberrycherrycola]

Thank you sm! @normanscupcake 💋💗

@popecodysgirl @sleepingbeautiiies @cuti3-81 @andrewpuppycody @jackabbotsarms @sabrinajamesluvbot @princessofphiladelphia @babystrwberry

There’s more to this list but these blogs come to mind!! 🪽💘

[popecodysgirl]

tysm for the tag @strawberrycherrycola ily mwah 😘🫶

@shoniebalognie @robinavitchslut @ceriseangels @mariasont @whatif-ialreadydid @lostalioth @mast3rbait3r @mahoganybimbo @romantic-insomniac @atlaslapis @mysatnin @lanadelreyylover @baransdollie @neverendingdreamers @tanely @80sfilmclub @lavenderchaise @iheartshawn @wistfulyears @in-ky

i'm probably missing some moots but i love you all so much!!! you're the best 🫶

[mast3rbait3r]

thank you for the tag, baby <3 @popecodysgirl

my loves :3

@whitakersbabymama @in-ky @romantic-insomniac @nightpitt @yuyuch3rry @neverendingdreamers @m4mm4ls @theariespov @baransdollie @mariasont @di1fluvr @honimoon @froggyzworld @dirtygir1 @wistfulyears @grimgasm @groovyangelkisses @sunbonesss

[groovyangelkisses]

thank you for the tag angel, mwah!💋 — @mast3rbait3r

a few cuties that i looveee seeing on my dash—

@romantic-insomniac @in-ky @nightpitt @mochapuppy @ceriseangels @j4ckr4bbits @lovaeir @moodyabbott @lipsliketangerines @dollsonlyhurt @cherrywineisawaltz @sugartalkingwrites @lostalioth @missmanlykink @misspossexxive 😽

[missmanlykink]

awww thanks for the tag <33 — @groovyangelkisses

some of my fav writers and moots 💕 love u guyss:

@mayhemi @s4ngel @str4wbsstuff @deansdeer @j4ckr4bbits @ccandlehead @murdrdocs @hanasnx @midniqhtt @wistfulyears @pittsick @pinksplace @avashifts06 @kill3ill @kryptidfiles @kissophile @dirtygir1

[deansdeer]

aww ty aydellaa <3 smooches

I love seeing yall on my feed

@beausling @inbred-eater @slashedgutz @d3ad-aliv3 @filthgf @honeyroots @scariffs @basicasfusername @bleachedduck @yyvnille @bitemysin @bunnyyrot @bruisedfig

[beausling]

AHHH EHEHEHEHEHE THANK YOUUU SMM MY BELOVEDDDSS @deansdeer & @lostalioth for the tags🫂🫂

some more of my beloveds n fave ppl to see on my feed/in my notifs 😽💟

꩜ meow meows : @abbotsbunnygf @arkhamknightmares @badbish-suki @beecomingnothing @bleachedduck @bluestrd @bruisedfig @catmg @chevroletdean @cosmicbucky @cowboycastles @crystalcider @cryptic-doe @diner-girl @faiszt @floralscented @funkycoloured @g0thamgirl @honeyryewhiskey @honeyroots @inbred-eater @irisgrrl @jasvtsc @jackcody @kill3ill @mystic-writings @notaviolentdog @pittsick @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @psychsworld @rh1nestcned @rockerbarnes @rottndeer @sacr1ficialang3l @soldiersgirl @thefourhorsies @thesevnthseal @tortureddarkstar @voidsuites @wildwestdean @xoabbot @6milesdeep

nearly maxed out tags cus i’m crazy and just have so much love in my heart i wanted to tag everyone but i had to condense so i’m sorry if i missed anyone also but just know i love you all so bad

also a lot of you i haven’t interacted with in a long time and i feel bad abt that🙁 and some ppl that i tagged haven’t even been active since last year or longer like omg pls come back soon i miss you guys 😣😣

[irisgrrl]

OMG THANK YOU SM BABY I MISS INTERACTING WITH YOU TOO<\3

my most favourite people here🙂‍↕️: @cherryvvave @moviecritc @bloomcissa @cryptic-doe @rh1nestcned @lechelovestoyap @luviery @vianawaits @scissorhvnds @dreamersentity @kamislop @batwngs @sakunai @mystiquevoid @1nsignia @patientofarkhamasylum @arfemiz @froggibus @tinafication @bitemysin @torupng @brinawing @biovomit @evilmanhater @gr0und-zer00 (i'm sorry if i didn't tag someone, but know that you're very dear to me too<3)

i feel like i don't say it enough, but i love you all, and y'all are very very dear to me. here on tumblr i found the community i feel sort of belonging to and with who i have experienced peak girlhood♥️

[kamislop]

GAH STOP THIS IS SO SWEET siri how do i tag all of my 150+ mutuals-

i'm going to tag some of my babygirls and if i miss some PLEASE DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY i love and cherish all my lovely mooties :( even if we don't interact much

mi babygirls: @jeanmarcosno1, @ie4ri, @tentypos, @gfsuki, @cupidkats, @riotsgrl, @tokkushin, @updownandbatty, @lonelyfooryouonly, @liahcharms, @lilithkleia, @6x-x9, @kireampie, @hangenism, @rengoatku, @fushihearts, @moviecritc, @mamashima, @indisuki, @dulcores, @miminist, @gyarujo, @valberryboos, @suganoms, @da1ntyli1ly, @sugurusplaything, @satorusdreamer, @torumaii, @toruii, @kenforty, @dynamite-roll, @freakynad, @blushryo, @talkingscaresme, @deathscheduled, @txmxkis, @ervvinz, @lxnarphase, @jiyuspassion, @foryuiwill

[6x-x9]

ah and I can't tag everyone, thanks so much cutie <3. I love everyone of you's

@tycrine @yummidumplingss @/cttelina @/kill4ill @/barbatoswh0r3 @/0celotmilk @liahcharms @mimimochis @rengoatku @astriiixx @jiyuspassion @/mainstarv @megumisrighttoe @satorusdollie @oropotheca @/yaliuxe @louistxq @/cateleya21 @fayelero @daflex @/yxo7 @/paperellina @/sadisticslut666 @/an9els @/da1ntyli1ly @ouist @/cupidstrace @oksukuna @hanawoof @foryuiwil @/splurtz @httpskrys @notsoslightlysexual @stqrgumi @satolune @honeyoftheisle @xchosos-wifex @caramelluxe @satorus-princess @jazzthatonewriterchick @kamoslover @gyalcapone @moviecritc @keistriction @/princess-rueee @/rambld @sugurusplaything @sugurusbeloved @/teaspecifically @/gyarujo @togesbabe @s-uwu-kuna @/casualnightmaretragedy @/himboelover @/megum1sstepm0m-blog @/booboobear-12 @yorikae @yoonsucks @hangenism @valberryboos @kireampie @paninsoup @revolvingsaturn @ryoride @/butterbeanandsparkleface @lilithkleia @/kamislop @macbethinchains @tokkushin @torumaii @toruii @bearlovestea @/noitoii @lostinsmut @serpenttine @/sextier @blu-goingdark @satomiu @/xoxonahyo @bloomflix @pillsatoru @alexynthia @tojidihcheese @shiruigami @sozila @tigerpetals @/madamechrissy @frostedpinkdoll @eraserbread @atelphobist @t0jisbunny @onyxiix @feyrinnn @sukunahs @satoriee @sky-lemonade @flvvffy

[moviecritc]

ahhhhh thank you all for tagging me<3333 i don't think there's any other mutual left to tag, STILL, i'm tagging some of my fav girls here<33

@liahcharms @ryoride @tokkushin @veiledbulletz @ackpplepie @brinawing @4theloveoflotus @hotties4gojo @swamelon @ie4ri @fancy-possum @suigenerisisadiva @wiinterz @shoyomegs @batwngs @froggibus

[wiinterz]

aww thank you so much for the tag, here are some of my lovieeess and to all the beautiful ones i haven’t tagged

@inbred-eater @lonerslug @requiemdesreves @doiliedaze @mwahbabe @torufanj @tinycas @grotesquevi @lotties-ashwagandha @lyfeofbilly @hotties4gojo @h3avenlyglory

[lyfeofbilly]

Aww thank you tay 🥹.

my loviesssss

@mariquitaaa @mitchesmoon @ebvnydesires @inmyheadimobsessed @santhiquee @onyxstones-world

[ebvnydesires]

THANKS BB 🥹🫰🏾🫰🏾 ! !

I love y’all’s work sm! My talented babies 🤍

@faiology @moonlitjane @reverieglow @cinnamoncunt @kissmyglxck @prettyangeliczz @lullora @lil6uapa @angelcrescent @pvtypyt

[kissmyglxck]

🪽— aww ty mamaa🥹!!

My stinkies I luv yall 💋🤍

@blkkbratt @cherrishkissed @angelfacediary @dollfacegallery @neopolitandoll @siighrns @mikedotorg @kkgalerii @youluvyanni @yearlyjams @multifandomposts-blog

(I love all my mooties)

[siighrns]

my babies !! luv y’all sm <3

@killathrxlla @king-mila @killathrxlla @redemptioninthe4ethers @invinor @jermajestysbaby @cinnamoncunt @humannaturess @yearlyjams @youluvyanni @mikedotorg @jaafarl @0ffth3walll @saintwrld @faiology @nistxrr @neighbourscat @ebvnydesires @melaninjoys @multixtingzz @sillylittlemind — mwah !! 🤎

[king-mila]

my favesss who i adore 🤍

@daddysporsche @neverstreett @angelofmikes @siighrns @humannaturess @sunsetdrvr @faiology @0ffth3walll @ghosteras @asphrotic @ap-ple-head @bvtterfliess @g1antgoodfish @speed-demonn @yearlyjams

[bvtterfliess]

awwww thank you smmm pookie!

here's some of my faves <3 (moots & a few of my fave writers/blogs in general)

@haintbleus @asphrotic @king-mila @pytafterdark @laceyneverland @1andonlytashae @tabloidangel @cinnamoncunt @dreamymjj @bl00d0nthedancefl00r @plumppies @heartbrkhotel @gothicmj @prettyangeliczz @yearlyjams @japinesedenim @michaeljacksonbutheadcanons @3leni @michaeldiary @mjssolocup @curlypytclubx

[justappletart]

off the wall era aesthetic 🧡 I love you forever MJ

[humnnatur]

idea from @michaelsorangejuice 🧡

michael when I was born:

michael at my age now:

[midnqhtrain]

Joining this trend ;)

MJ when I was born At my age

[curlypytclubx]

michael when i was born:

michael at my age:

[bvtterfliess]

michael when i was born vs. michael at my age

[theflashbackculture]

[bvtterfliess]

𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓼 - requests closed

​🇴​​🇳​​🇪​​🇸​​🇭​​🇴​​🇹​​🇸​

🌶️ 𝓽𝓻(𝓮𝓪𝓽) 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 - thriller era michael jackson x black female reader (thriller era)

synopsis: michael's been wayyyy too busy to spend time with his childhood best friend and now you have a boyfriend. it's time to take matters into his own mouth hands.

🌶️ 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 & 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝔁 (drabble) - HIStory era michael jackson x black female reader

synopsis: you and michael embark on a journey to escapism of another kind.

​🇨​​🇮​​🇹​​🇾​ ​🇴​​🇫​ ​🇱​​🇮​​🇬​​🇭​​🇹​​🇸​ ​🇸​​🇪​​🇷​​🇮​​🇪​​🇸​ (bad era)

🧁🌶️ 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼? - michael jackson x black female reader

synopsis: michael invites you to paris after three long months apart.

🇧​​🇮​​🇬​ ​🇩​​🇦​​🇩​​🇩​​🇾​ ​🇲​​🇪​​🇪​​🇹​​🇸​ ​🇧​​🇮​​🇬​ ​🇧​​🇷​​🇦​​🇹​​🇹​​🇾​ ​🇸​​🇪​​🇷​​🇮​​🇪​​🇸​ (invincible/mature era)

🌶️ 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓻 - michael jackson x black female reader

synopsis: michael tells you no even though you told him to never do that. you don't listen, and as usual, there are consequences.

🌶️ 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓷 (drabble) - michael jackson x black female reader

synopsis: michael let you spend an ungodly amount of his money on pretty, frilly lingerie pieces from anywhere you wanted. the only contingency of this arrangement was that you had to model them for him. easy enough.

🌶️ 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓴 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 (coming soon) - michael jackson x black female reader

​🇴​​🇻​​🇪​​🇷​ ​🇮​​🇹​ ​🇸​​🇪​​🇷​​🇮​​🇪​​🇸​ (thrad era)

🌶️🥀 𝓽𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓬 (coming soon) - michael jackson x black female reader

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🌶️ smut 🧁 fluff 🥀 angst

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𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 & 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝔁 (drabble) - michael jackson x black female reader

synopsis: you and michael embark on a journey to escapism of another kind.

pairings: michael (history era) x locgoddess!blackfemalereader

tropes & warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI — smut (what did we expect. really?), pnp (literally, no plot babes), softdom!michael, lovers with history (haha, get it?), free use, orgasm control, detailed descriptions of female anatomy, fingering, female body worship, oral fixation, overstimulation, dumbification/objectification if you squint real hard, use of "mama, baby", etc., dirty talk

wc: .9k

an: i really just got carried away and 1995 was calling me 😂 so yeah, for immersion, listen to beauty & essex ft. daniel caesar by free nationals. if you see a typo - no you don't. I'm warning you now before you read that this ends right at the good part LOL, i'm a tease that way. enjoy!

You were naked in Michael’s lap, in complete contrast to the fact that he was fully clothed.

And you didn’t mind at all.

His left hand cradled the back of your head above the armrest of the couch, fingers buried in your mango butter scented locs. His lips enveloped yours with absolutely no urgency, allowing familiarity and muscle memory to take over his instincts. The rhythm was fluid like streams of water, satisfying the thirst of closeness that always needed quenching no matter how much or little either of you consumed. 

He set the pace with the passion of an explorer, carefully remapping each vast sensation of pleasure he could stir in you from just your lips… as though he didn’t already know, as though he had all the time in the world to discover you again. In his mind, he did… in his mind, the world did stop when his pliant tongue rimmed the edges of your juicy lips requesting entry, stealing your fruity flavored gloss in the process and sharing whatever shade was adorned on them, proudly. 

The way his thoughts halted whenever your tongues caressed each other was addicting and he wanted more, the intimacy of the act serving as a way of transporting himself far away from all the chaos in his life. So far, all he wanted to do is flood his senses with you instead, starting with tasting you first. 

His right hand was on another sensory seeking journey between your legs, fingers lazily rubbing through your folds.

He’d been doing it so long, you were starting to sweat. Your body trembled under his hand as it initially slid down your torso to your mound, admiring the smooth feeling of your skin there as he teased you with his fingertips. You were so beautiful to him, wonderfully made, as soft as crushed velvet… Then, he gently massaged your lower lips, starting with pressure so feather-light that goosebumps bloomed on your flesh. You sighed and moaned into his mouth, squirming closer to his hand as he praised your flesh... but he just smiled knowingly and took his time anyway, gradually increasing his pressure, rolling and kneading them together between his fingers until they were so puffy… the juncture of your thighs felt heavy.

Once he was sated, he eventually spread you open to admire just how worked up you were for him. 

And man, you were wet… it almost embarrassed you how touch-starved you were, how all your pent up frustration of not being touched right by anyone else but him transmuted into the natural honey oozing out of your pussy. All that could be heard was the sound of your kissing, wet, slow, passionate, mixed in with the stickiness of your folds as he caressed your labia, just as softly as he would your cheeks, or anywhere else on your body for that matter….

Your clit was anxious for attention. But he wasn’t ready yet.

Michael pulled back just enough to get a good look at you. Your heavy lidded eyes stared back up at him and it almost looked like love the way your pupils were blown, a familiar mix of desire and adoration, kiss-swollen lips shiny with spit. Another glint caught his eye, causing him to look down at your slickness, the warm sun rays causing your juices to sparkle between your legs like liquid diamonds.

“Feelin’ good, mama?” His breath felt warm on your skin, velvety words ringing in your head for a beat before you finally nodded, already feeling the hazy mind numbing effects of overstimulation.

He smiled proudly at that before bringing his coated fingers up to your lips, with a request.

“Open.”

You obeyed, eyes immediately fluttering closed at the unique taste of your own arousal. Your lips wrapped around his middle and ring fingers, followed by quick swirls of your tongue, drooling… you moaned around them as your oral fixation was satiated for a moment, allowing him to push them further into your throat. 

The sight made him groan and shift underneath the weight of you, realizing how hard he truly was. He’d been prioritizing your pleasure like he always did, and now his dick was so jealous of his fingers that it spitefully throbbed under your plush ass from the confines of his pants. You’d even that score later.

Watching you eagerly suck his fingers made him want to kiss you even more, so he did, pulling his hand away and briefly sucking your tongue for remnants of your juices. He sucked your tongue like he sucked your clit, making it throb angrily between your legs.

“Mikey, please…I can’t—baby, it’s aching.”

“You can and you will, mama. I’m almost done… Don’t I always take care of you?”

You nodded desperately.

“You been so good f’me too, lettin’ me take my time, play with you like this...” Michael’s hand smoothed over one of your open thighs, spreading them wider for a better view.

He parted your pussy open again, teasing, “God, y’so pretty and messy down here, y’see that?”

You whimpered, hips rising while you watched his fingers slide closer to your weeping hole.

“Can I cum, please, I need itt…”

“Mmm, begging cause y’need it that bad, huh? Rub your clit, mama, take it. Eyes on me.”

The exact moment you created some friction against your desperately swollen clit, those same two fingers of his slid into you, finally—God—causing you to grip the back of his neck and cry out, tension in your body so taut that your spine bowed beautifully, curving towards Heaven.

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ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴘᴛ 2; ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ)

synopsis: spring semester is at it's end and graduation has everyone in their feelings. you and michael are trying to navigate your busy schedules when a bomb is dropped on the both of you that threatens the future of your relationships with your friends. word count: 7.8k warnings: none. some language. an: couple of things. this got away from me lol . the jacksons are still in gary, just in a slightly bigger house. marlon, michael, janet and randy are the only ones still at home so the boys share a room and janet gets her own. let’s just say joe’s ass got a promotion or sumn lol also….i do take a lot of creative liberties but i also have the need to accurate abt very particular things almost to the point of neurosis so not only this long as hell, it took me even longer bc i went into a very deep rabbit hole abt degree programs and pathways in the 70s lol. it was downhill from there. literally downhill. anyway, reader has the nickname honey, but no given name.

practice for parades always went on long, but to say you were ready to go was an understatement. you could do your feature routine forwards and backwards and yet dr. crosby, the band director,  was not willing to let anyone go. 

everyone was frustrated and exhaustion was causing more mistakes than usual to happen. michael and marlon were already three sets of pushups in and the entire drumline was currently running the track as you and the rest of the majorettes took a much needed water break. 

you watched parliament while they practiced their routine as if crosby would beat them with their mace if they messed it up. 

you were starting to think he might with the way he was looking at them. 

they did their signature slow walk toward the front of the band, whistles in their mouths in preparation for the first command. you could tell by their faces that their patience was wearing thin. michael’s jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowed in concentration and you had never seen the vein in marlon’s forehead before but it was there as if it was about to explode if he kept going. all four of them looked tired, but they moved with precision as they tried to assure dr. crosby their routine was perfect for saturday. 

you felt bad for your baby as he powered through what was, likely, their 50th run through. the rest of the band was sprawled on the field behind them and the drumline looked ready to pass out while running their laps from their earlier mistakes. even danielle was quiet next to you as she watched the boys. 

needless to say, everyone was over it. 

the alpha year end party was tonight but now you doubted any of you were going to make it. there would be parties the week after finals, but missing the one big party you and your friends were excited for was disappointing. not to mention, danielle and marlon would be participating in graduation and the events surrounding it. you decided not to dwell on that because it would only make you more upset.  

four whistles sounded signaling the beginning of the first song, flashlight by parliament, the line’s namesake. the band didn’t join them due to dr. crosby insisting that they do the entire routine with no one else just to see if they had it. they continued the routine, high stepping further down the field, as they would in the parade formation, to do their showcase. michael was in his element, movements sharp and precise as he expertly twirled his mace. you could tell the choreography was his and marlon’s doing, judging by the hip thrusts and michael’s signature spin popping up. you smiled as you watched them, but specifically michael. he always looked as though he had a point to prove when he marched with parliament. 

house of funk had always only had two drum majors since its inception as the morehouse men’s marching band. the first addition of a third member had been during jackie’s time with the band; they would drop back down to two when he graduated, add a third again when marlon made the line, and then a fourth when michael tried out. they were the first four man line and were dubbed parliament not too long after the band was given the house of funk name. michael had a legacy to live up to, and though you often told him to make his own path, he knew it wasn’t quite that easy. unlike marlon before him, who only had to live up to jackie’s reputation, michael had to live up to two jacksons. and even if they weren’t drum majors, michael would still have to outplay jermaine on the sax had and marlon would have to play his snare drum ten times better than tito to not be compared to them. 

you thought they had done a good job solidifying themselves as their own people.

“if we all jump crosby he can’t make us stay.” danielle said, breaking you out of your thoughts, “if you distract him, i can whack ‘im with—”

“dani please quit while you’re behind,” you say, with a sigh. 

“as if i’m the only one thinking it.” she huffed. 

you shake your head and put your attention back on the boys as they finish their first routine. the next song was the jaguarette’s feature song, and you were glad you didn’t have to hear it again. 

after practicing it until your arms cramped, you never wanted to hear the earth, wind, & fire track for as long as you lived if you could help it. 

dr. crosby held his hand up and you held your breath as the boys stopped their routine. “you two,” he pointed at the other two drum majors, “watch them.”

“from the top.”

everyone groaned and you watched marlon and michael give each other a look that perfectly described how you were currently feeling. they started over without the rest of the line, who hung back and watched. michael and marlon moved perfectly in sync with each other. each march, whistle, hand movement, and dance move was sharp. when they ended everyone held their breath waiting for dr. crosby’s comments.

“dismissed.”

the sigh of relief was probably heard across the entire atlanta university center.

you and danielle stood and quickly made your way to the field where marlon and michael were trying to catch their breath from their practice. they looked exhausted. michael grabbed your water from your hands and started chugging it. “michael i was drinking from that.” you said, surprised at how quickly he’d gotten it from you before you could react.

“honey, my tongue has been down your throat more times than i can count, i think i’ll be fine,” he tried to give you a wink but ended up closing both eyes.

you couldn’t help but laugh at him. 

“don’t fall asleep on us now, lover boy,” marlon snorted.

“there’s no way you’re still tryin' to go to that party.” michael groaned.

“this is my last a phi a party, yeah i’m goin'. sore calves and arms be damned.” marlon scoffed.

“we’re staying for 30 minutes, mar.” dani warned him.

“30 minutes—”

“you wanna try for 10 minutes?”

marlon sucked his teeth, “fine.”

she grabbed his face and squished his cheeks together, “there are a million parties we can go to that you’ll be well rested for, so stop pouting pookie.”

when she let him go, he rubbed his cheeks with a frown, “that baton must got weights in it, you almost broke my damn jaw,”

“shut up and let’s go,” danielle sighed exasperatedly as she grabbed his hand and dragged him off of the field, “see yall tonight?”

“maybe!” you called  after them.

you looked back at michael, who was clearly dead on his feet and frowned. “hey, baby let’s get you back to your dorm.” you said as you held your hand out for him.

“you wanna go tonight?” he asked as he fell into step with you.

“honestly? no. i wanna shower and get in my bed. crosby tried to kill us today.” you sighed, and wrapped an arm around his waist.

he reciprocated by wrapping his arm around your shoulders and you both fell into a comfortable silence as he walked you to your dorm. it feels longer than usual, your limbs are heavy and your feet are so sore you almost want to ask michael to carry you. if he didn’t look so tired, you might’ve.

“hey, i was supposed to be walking you,” you say with a laugh.

“you know that ain’t how this works, honey,” michael smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “gotta make sure you get home safe.”

“you’re such a gentleman. my man of distinction.” you swoon, jokingly, putting your free hand over your heart. 

“anything for a phenomenal woman such as yourself,” he grinned, and gave you a bow.

when he straightened, you looked up at him again to see him giving you a hesitant look,  “i might stop by after i shower. if i don’t—”

“mikey, get some rest and don’t worry about coming to see me. i’ll see you in the morning before your music education class.”

he frowned then, “men’s glee club is meeting in the morning for a last minute rehearsal before the alumni luncheon. i won’t get to see you until the band has to be in the tunnel for the parade,” 

“oh, well…” your voice trailed off.

you wouldn’t make too much of a fuss about not seeing him before class. 

“we can meet up for the pep rally.”

“women’s glee club is singing at the pep rally, i’ll be away from the crowd the entire time.”

“so…the parade?” he gave you a hopeful smile. 

“the parade.” you said with a laugh.

he kissed you goodbye and watched as you entered your building before making his way to his own residence hall. your smile faded and you couldn’t believe that the end of the semester had gotten so far away from the both of you. just last week it seemed you had a schedule together, working around programs and events you were participating in so that you could have time with each other. it looked like things just weren’t slotting into place as you had originally planned. 

as you passed the front desk, the night resident assistant cleared her throat, “hey, honey.”

“yeah, april what’s up?” you ask, giving her a small smile.

the shower and your twin bed in your shared dorm were calling your name. you only had but so long before dani returned and if you could fall asleep before she got comfortable and started snoring to her heart’s content, you would be extremely happy. 

“if anyone on your floor was sneaking boys in, you would tell me right?” she questioned, eyebrows raised.

a smile curled at your lips and you shook your head,  “no, april i wouldn’t.” 

she gaped at you, “well why not?”

mainly because you were one of the ones sneaking boys in. 

“find another snitch, april.” you said in a sing-song as you made your way up to your dorm.

while fishing your key out of your pocket, you couldn’t help but notice how quiet it was. everyone must’ve been out at the different sorority and fraternity parties happening on and off campus. it almost made you want to, at least, peek at the alpha party…

you couldn’t. 

you shouldn’t.

one shower, a pair of bell bottoms, a white blouse, your favorite platforms,  and an aka cardigan later, and you were walking out of your dorm room, fluffing your ‘fro and making your way to michael’s dorm to check on him. what you didn’t expect was to meet him halfway there. 

you both stared at each other for a minute before he just grabbed your hand and began leading you in the direction of the party. “what changed your mind?” he asked, lips quirked up in a grin.

he was dressed in a pair of dark pants, a white button down, paired with a black and gold jacket that had the alpha phi alpha logo embroidered on the arm. 

“we’ve been looking forward to this for weeks and i refuse to miss it,” you confessed. 

he nodded in agreement, “that and i kinda don’t wanna miss marlon’s last one y’know?”

“aw, are you gonna miss your brother when he graduates?” you cooed, reaching up to poke his cheek with your free hand.

michael sighed, “yeah, but don’t tell him that. he’ll never let me live it down.”

“did you miss him when he went away for his freshman year?”

“i was actually mad at him for leaving, even though i knew he was going,” michael laughed a little, “that summer, joseph drove him, and jermaine down early for band camp. i was supposed to go, but didn't, so randy went in my place. i had been on this campus so many times since i was a kid. it was always me and marlon volunteering to help jackie, tito, and jermaine move in over the summers. mother hated it and thought we were too young to be comin’ down with them, so joseph would follow behind us….”

you squeezed his hand when his smile faded. “but dropping off mar sounded so weird. the year before we were joking about drivin' him down to campus and leaving him until his four years were up, but when it finally came time to do it, i couldn’t go. i faked sick. he could tell i was faking it, but he didn’t hold it against me, just hugged me real tight and told me he’d see me for winter break.”

thanksgiving break and winter break were so close together that going home for both holidays wasn’t something the boys did. michael and marlon had extended invitations to dani’s house for holidays since her family was only, about, 20 minutes away from the city. you would join them since you didn’t like the back and forth between the fall semester holidays yourself. 

“i was scared he’d come back and be different, or think i just a little kid and wouldn’t wanna hang out anymore. it was silly looking back on it,” he was smiling again, “he came back and the only thing that changed was the fact that he decided he wanted to start growing a mustache.” 

“don’t let danielle hear you talking about his mustache. let her tell it, it’s the cutest thing in the world,”

“i still think it’s drawn in with a pencil, i just can’t prove it.”

you giggled and he began laughing as you approached the alpha house where people were hanging around outside. the music was faint from where you were, but you could recognize that frankie beverly and maze song from anywhere. michael led you inside the house and you saw people dancing, drinking, and some passing around a joint which made a senior you recognized yell for them to take it to the basement. you were grateful for that. that smell getting into your hair wasn’t what you needed at the moment. 

in the corner, you spotted dani and marlon hugged up on each other, swaying to the music and decided to disrupt their bliss. michael was already two steps ahead of you as you both made your way over to them. you tapped your best friend on the shoulder and put your hands on your hips, waiting for her to turn around.

“heeey, i didn’t know you two were coming!” she smiled sheepishly.

“30 minutes danielle?” you questioned with a tilt of your head.

“well you know marlon can be real persuasive, tell ‘em baby,” she laughed nervously.

marlon rolled his eyes, “i tried to get her to leave, but every time a new song came on, she'd yell ‘oh my god baby, this is my song!’ and drag me back inside.”

you and michael both looked at danielle who shrugged, “you try leaving when ‘shining star’ comes on!”

marlon rolled his eyes, “i did. twice. you wouldn’t let me.” 

“don’t act like you weren’t stomping a hole in the dance floor when the alphas decided to stroll through, i don’t wanna hear it!”

“i let you get your li’l ‘skeewees’ off with your sorors, so don’t even—”

“did you just make fun of my skeewee?”

“if the skeewee fits.”

“nigga, you are not being held hostage,” danielle scoffed.

“then let’s leave right now,”

“okay, you first.”

“let go of me then.”

“you let go of me.”

“i’ll let go of you when you let go of me.”

“on the count of three.”

“on three or after three—”

the music cuts off abruptly and you hear an extremely deep voice start yelling a familiar chant. michael and marlon respond immediately, yelling back at their frat brother.

you almost want to thank him because you know marlon and danielle would go on all night trying to get the last word in. you feel dani pull you back, and you don’t hesitate to move because you know how rowdy the fraternities could get when they were strolling. alphas started coming out of every corner you could see to the middle of the living room floor to begin their stroll, chanting louder than the music could’ve ever been. michael was in his element right behind his brother, afros bouncing as they stepped in line with each other. you smiled as you watched them, knowing this was exactly what he had come for. he would have plenty of opportunities to stroll with his brother between now and graduation, but this was their last alpha party together. next year marlon would be coming back as an alumni and not participating in the student centered activities. 

“don’t you dare start,” dani said from behind you, pulling a wad of tissues from her purse and shoving it in your face.

you turned to her and saw her bottom lip quivering and her eyes watering, “me? look at you!” you frowned, grabbing a tissue and turning to dab at her eyes, “you big cry baby.”

“michael was telling me he was gonna miss mar when he graduates,” you say, “that’s why he wanted to come tonight,”

“yeah, marlon was a little upset that mike wasn’t coming. i was stalling and trying to see if you two would show.” she admitted.

you balled up the tissue in your hand and bit your lip, “i’m really gonna miss you.” you tell her softly.

“honey…” she frowned, “i’m gonna miss you too.”

you wrapped an arm around her and she leaned her head on yours. the thought of being without her for the first time since you stepped foot on campus was strange. she’d found you in your freshman year wanting to audition for the jaguarettes and instead of discouraging you because you were a freshman, she dragged you to tryouts and told her teammates if she even thought they were being mean to you, she’d send them all tumbling down the stadium steps one by one. you didn’t quite condone the threat, but here you were in your junior year as the captain of the team with dani as your co-captain. you both had been inseparable since. 

the loud shouts, stomps and claps were too much to ignore and you were okay with the distraction. thinking about being without danielle and marlon was making you sad, so you decided to focus on your boys as they put on a show with their frat brothers. they really were hoot and holler, show and boat, frick and frack. 

twins separated by a year. 

when their stroll came to an end, they walked back to find the two of you in the same corner they left you, looking pathetic and sad at the thought of all of you being separated at the end of the school year. 

and to think, you were supposed to be having fun. 

“damn, was mikey’s stroll that bad?” marlon frowned as he took in your and danielle’s faces.

michael elbowed him and looked at you with concern, “you okay?”

“we’re fine,” you assure them both, “dani got an eyelash in her eye.”

“it was big,” she sniffled, nodding in agreement. 

marlon and michael glanced at each other then back at the two of you before separating you both. danielle disappeared into marlon’s arms and michael pulled you away to a more secluded corner of the house. 

“you sure you’re okay?” michael whispers in your ear.

“fine. promise.” you say softly, relaxing into him. 

you both stand there, swaying to ‘voyage to atlantis’. michael slips an arm around your waist and holds you close to him. you lean into him, reaching your arms up and around his shoulders, and rest your head on his chest as you close your eyes, listening to the lyrics of the song.

set sail with me

misty lady set my spirit free

new love to find

and though i leave another behind

michael hums in your ear, his velvety tone could be heard without him even opening his mouth. he only ever sang with the glee club or when the alphas sang their hymn at important events. sometimes he sang to you or with you on the off chance that you were singing outside of your own glee club activities, but he was typically shy about it. it was the one thing no one could seem to pull out of him. you liked the rare occasions when he did sing, even if it was just him humming. it made you feel like you were the only two people in the room because of how much he kept that talent away from people.  like he trusted you enough to share it with you.

“hey, you ready to go?” he murmured in your ear.

you nod and yawn, but don’t make any moves to let go of him. he laughs, the vibration of his chest, snapping you out of your daze a bit. “c’mon,” 

he leads you over to where marlon and danielle were still stuck together like their clothes are made of velcro to let them know you’re both headed out. 

“guys, we’re out.” michael said.

when they didn’t come up for air he sighed, “honey?” 

“yeah, let’s go.” you laugh.

you startle awake in bed, but frown when you realize you can’t move. there’s something tickling your nose, and whatever it is has you pinned down to your bed and it’s snoring.

loudly.

you crane your neck and see danielle sprawled over marlon. suddenly it all starts coming back to you, and you remember that when you and michael got to your building, he insisted on sneaking in and seeing you to your room. somewhere between you getting ready for bed and him making fun of you for having such a long night routine, you both fell asleep. dani and marlon must’ve come in sometime after you both and passed out. 

“mikey.” you say softly.

you’re not even sure what time it is, but you do know you had to be in class for a presentation by 10 o’clock on the dot, and the professor for your commercial design class was strict about being on time. she’d lock the door and fail you before you could even blink. you couldn’t yell, because then someone would know you had not one but two boys in your dorm room. “michael!” you whisper.

“why are you so heavy,” you groaned as you tried to push him off of you. 

the sound of you and dani’s shared alarm clock ticking made your anxiety double and you knew that if you could just get a glimpse at the time, and ease your mind, everything would be fine. 

unless it was after 10 and you were late.

“michael joseph jackson, get up!” you whined, trying to kick your leg out from under his, “i’m trapped here forever.”

you heard laughter next to you and immediately your attention went back to dani and marlon who were laughing at you. “how long have yall been up?” you snap.

“long enough,” marlon snorted, hopping up out of dani’s bed, “don’t worry honey, it’s only 10 ‘til 9, you got time.”

“oh thank god,” you sighed then frowned as you watched him cock his arm back.

“marlon…”

“it’s fine, i wake him up like this all the time.” marlon assured you.

“marlon don’t you dare slap that boy,” dani warned him.

he rolled his eyes and shook his brother awake, “can’t do shit in this house. wake the fuck up michael.” 

michael jolted up and somehow sent himself and marlon to the floor with a thud, their limbs tangling together in an almost comical way. dani bursts into laughter while you frown at their obvious discomfort. “you two okay?”

“michael you got two seconds to get up off me, man.” marlon warns him.

“…we back in gary?”

“michael.”

danielle is wheezing at this point and you can’t help but laugh at michael’s half asleep state. marlon looks annoyed laying sprawled underneath his brother, who isn’t anywhere near awake enough to get up. “honey, get your man. he’s heavy.”

“now you see how i feel.” you giggle, as you get up to help marlon.

you bend toward michael and start shaking him gently. 

“you should be used to this mar, didn’t you two share a bed?” dani asked as she finally stopped laughing.

“michael…” you whisper, chuckling as he stirred, blinking his eyes open. 

“yeah, in the old house when we were both a lot smaller.”

“you’re still small marlon,” michael mumbles as he rolls off of him.

marlon kicks him, eliciting a groan from michael. “c’mon smelly, we gotta get you to glee club practice.” he said as he picked himself up off the floor.

michael stood slowly and stretched his arms above his head. he turned to you and bent down to kiss your forehead, “looks like we did get to see each other this morning. see you later, honey.”

“see you, baby.” you smile softly.

marlon and danielle kissed each other goodbye so long, michael had to break it up before both boys snuck out of your dorm and began the task of sneaking down the hallway to avoid any roaming resident assistants. you wished them the best, because you knew the ras were just itching to get someone in trouble. 

“hey dani…” you say as you start gathering your toiletries to get ready for the day.

“yeah?” she grabbed her shower caddy and her room key, stuffing it in the pocket of her fluffy purple robe. 

“there a reason you and marlon haven’t been able to keep your hands off of each other lately?” you question.

“well…” she bit her lip and, immediately, you felt dread begin to pool in your belly. 

“are you preg—”

“you finish that question and michael will be a single man.” she threatened, her face scrunched up.

“damn, my bad.” you put your hands up in defense.

“yeah, anyway, we’ve been talking about what happens after graduation is all. you know we’re  leaving each other too. a family friend promised him a job at a pediatric therapy clinic in indiana, right outside of gary, and because of that he applied to indiana state for his master’s. his mother is excited about it since all the older kids are gone now.” she explained. 

“oh, dani,” you frown, “i didn’t even think about that.”

she shrugs, but you can tell she was really upset about it. you had been so caught up in your relationship with michael and school in general that you hadn't really asked about their post-grad plans. or...maybe you were avoiding the topic to make it seem less real that they were leaving.

“we saw it coming, and there wasn’t much we could do. a lot of the job recruiters wanted people who could move here right after graduation or that already lived here, and mar isn’t exactly in the place to do that. besides that, in indiana he has a better shot at getting school completely paid for.” she said, walking toward the door, “we’ll figure it out, i guess.”

“you will,” you assure her.

the looming threat of graduation began to consume your thoughts. you and michael were a full year away from it, but you had to wonder what would happen when you both got your diplomas. 

he would be in the same predicament marlon was currently in. being able to afford to move permanently right after graduation with no help from the job that wanted to recruit you was hard. you were already sure you were going to be right back in florida looking for work and trying to find a way to get back to your man. maybe it was presumptuous to think you two would still be together at that point, but you would like to believe the two of you could stay strong being so far away from each other. 

it hurt to think about any other way.

“girl, you better smile and make my last time marching with this band count. i don’t wanna have to get the vaseline.” danielle said, poking you with her baton.

“you’re not making it easier when you say stuff like that,” you frown.

she sighs, “we have each other’s house numbers and you know my auntie works for pan am, i’ll hop on a flight and be on the beach with you in a minute.”

you give her a shaky smile and she rolls her eyes, “honey, don’t get started because i’ve cried enough, okay? and i really want today to just be…nice. please? for me?”

“sorry,” you take a deep breath and blink a few times, trying to will away any tears coming to your eyes. 

“thank you. now put a smile on that pretty face because your man is coming.” she laughs as she goes back to stretching.

michael is walking toward you, trying his hardest to look discreet. or as discreet as he can with his white busby hat and crisp uniform. his whistle is perched in his mouth and he drops it when he finally approaches you with a smile on his face. “long time, no see.” 

“but worth the wait i hope?” you question, eyebrows raised.

“well worth it,” he looks you up and down in your uniform and you tilt your head in amusement. 

“your band director know you’re cuttin’ up in uniform?”  you grin, twirling your baton in your left hand just in case dr. crosby is actually watching.

“he’s busy trying not to cry over a majority of parliament graduating at the end of the semester,” he laughs and leans down to press a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips.

“everyone is crying lately,” you laugh, feeling a little less bad for your show of emotion a few minutes ago.

he gave you a small smile and stepped away, his eyes looking a little shiny. “aw, mikey c’mere.” you coo, holding your arms out for him.

“i gotta go…check on the drumline.” he said quickly before hauling away from you.

“y’all are acting like someone died and i need you to stop.” dani said, startling you, “you can cry at graduation, but not a second sooner. that goes for michael, marlon and even dr. crosby.” 

she pointed her baton at you like a weapon and knowing her, it could become one. “yes ma’am.” you sigh.

“mother, this is honey,” 

usually when people introduce you with your nickname, you immediately get judgmental looks and questions asking if that’s your real name. there were plenty of people who outright refused to call you honey, as if it were more offensive to them than it was to you to hear your real name. to your surprise, ms. jackson just gives you a smile and embraces you. “what a sweet name.”

“thank you mrs. jackson, it’s nice to meet you.” 

you beam at her, then look up at michael who looks like a kid in a candy store, just smiling as big and bright as he could. his father was near a bunch of alumni including jermaine, jackie, and tito, but he seemed hesitant to introduce the two of you. danielle had met him once back when jermaine graduated and she and marlon were only about three months into their relationship. she said he was cold, a little distant, but polite which was…contradictory to you, but you supposed you would keep an open mind. michael rarely talked to you about him, only saying that he graduated, pledged alpha and even played a few instruments in the band. he never made drum major, but it wasn’t for a lack of trying.

“it’s nice to meet you too, and please, call me mrs. katherine. mike talks about you all the time,” she laughs, “sometimes i wonder if his head is even in those books.”

michael clears his throat and you see his cheeks darken. “mother…”

she simply smiles at him, and you immediately see where the jackson kids get it from. well, marlon’s was multiplied by, maybe, 3 in comparison but it was still the same smile. “am i embarrassing you?” 

his eyes widened, “no! no, i just—”

“mikey calm down, i like your girlfriend. she’s sweet and i trust your judgement, now go get your brother, i want pictures before he gets danielle’s lipstick all over his face.” she joked as she made her way over to her younger children.

michael let out an undignified snort at that. you couldn’t help but laugh either, everyone seemed to know that those two might as well wear each other.

you both walked over to where danielle and marlon were chatting with their fellow graduates. spelman’s graduation had been the previous day, and you were grateful for it because every time you saw dani in her cap and gown you started crying. from the moment you spotted her in the crowd of graduates, to when they called her name on stage and when you stood there with her parents as they congratulated her, you just sobbed which in turn made her cry. michael and marlon ended up having to separate the both of you which led to more…well, crying. you were really gonna miss your best friend. even though she would still be 20 minutes up the road, you knew it would be different from sharing a room, going to parties and class together,  and seeing each other during band practice. the thought alone made you tear up again, so you decided to try and think about something else entirely. 

marlon and dani spotted the two of you before you could get to them and excused themselves from their conversation to meet you halfway. “you looked so much taller on the stage,” michael laughed, wrapping his brother up in his arms.

“s’that your way of sayin’ you’re gonna miss me next semester?” marlon chuckled, hugging him back.

“no, i plan on sayin’ i’m gonna miss you by lockin’ you in my dorm when you drop me off for bandcamp this summer.” michael said softly.

“c’mon mikey…”

so much for thinking about something else.

“do not get started.” danielle warned, pulling a wad of tissues out of her purse, which made you wonder if she always carried that around with her. 

“you don’t get started—”

you stopped and glanced at her outstretched hand, ignoring the tissues and stared at her ring finger in shock. she froze and followed your gaze to marlon’s hand, still draped around michael and you zeroed in on his ring finger.

“honey.”

“danielle.”

“honey.”

“danielle.”

“okay, wait—”

“did you two get married?”

michael looked up then, his face full of confusion as he looked at you, then danielle and marlon, who stood stock still looking like they were ready to bolt away from the both of you.

“it’s a friendship ring.” “it’s a promise ring.”

they gave each other a frustrated look before turning back to you and michael. 

“it’s a promise ring.” “it’s a friendship ring.”

“why the hell would it be a friendship ring!?” you snap.

“well…we are very good friends.” marlon smiled sheepishly.

michael was still quiet when suddenly his eyes narrowed, “i’m tellin’.”

“michael, let’s be rational for a minute here. you just said you were gonna miss me. you’re really gonna miss me if our parents and danielle’s parents tag team and kill me.” marlon pleads.

“honey.”

“yes, baby?”

“what’ll happen to danielle if i snitch?”

“her parents will lock her in the attic like cinderella.” 

he nodded, sent a quick apology to danielle, then took off in a full on sprint which made marlon run after him, his cap flying off in the process. you half expected him to tackle michael, but you knew if they caused too much of a scene their parents wouldn’t be happy about that either. marlon probably shouldn’t make it worse for himself. 

you turned to danielle with a disappointed look on your face and crossed your arms over your chest. “why didn’t you tell me? and when the hell did you two do it?”

“we weren’t planning on telling anyone until marlon ‘proposed’ today, then we’d just pretend we were engaged until we had a ceremony,” she frowned, “he got the bands as a graduation gift after saving from his campus job and putting together birthday money and we were so excited we just forgot to take them off…”

now you felt kind of bad.

you looked over at michael and marlon, who were with their mother and couldn’t quite tell what was going on, but you sort of hoped michael changed his mind about telling. 

“remember that game at the university of las vegas?” she asked and you nod.

“well, we kinda snuck away from the group during the tour and, honestly, we were just walking and talking about the future. it was a conversation we’d been having for a while, so when we saw the chapel, the rest was history.”

and this entire time you and michael both assumed they snuck off to make out or something. well, they likely did after the officiant told marlon, “you may now kiss the bride.” it probably took the jaws of life to separate them after that.

“you should’ve told me.”

“we weren’t telling anyone until today—“

“and even that was going to be a lie. you’ve been married since october.”

she picked up marlon’s cap and dusted off the bit of grass that had gotten on it. “you gonna hold it against me?” 

“just for another second,” you sigh as you pull her into a hug, “congratulations.”

“thank you.” she whispered as she returned your hug.

“but you better not do that again.” you said  as you broke the hug and gave her a stern look.

“hear you loud and clear…” she looks over at the boys and swallows, “i think i should go over there.”

you grab her hand, “let’s go together.”

the anxious look on her face made you pray michael was feeling merciful and not like a vengeful little brother. you knew why he was upset enough to blow up marlon’s spot, but danielle loved ms. katherine and vice versa. she didn’t want to go behind the woman’s back maliciously, she and marlon just…very rarely thought about things before they did them. you weren’t sure if that would make for a good foundation for marriage, but it wasn’t like you were an expert on it or anything. you and michael had only been dating for about 8 months and were nowhere near the marriage conversation. in fact, it wasn’t even a thought on the back of your head. as much as you loved that boy, you knew you weren’t ready for a commitment like that and not because you saw yourself marrying anyone else.

you were a freshly 21 year old rising senior in college who hadn’t even lived on your own yet. marriage was nowhere near your radar.

there was also the fact that you and dani were very different. if she and marlon saw a future with each other and didn't need to hit those other young adult milestones …maybe that was okay. you just hoped that they could withstand the time away from each other when he moved back home. 

michael’s expression was unreadable you noticed as you approached and marlon didn’t necessarily look happy, but ms. katherine seemed to have a neutral expression on her face. you couldn’t really make heads or tales of the conversation they may have been having. dani squeezed your hand and you squeezed hers back as you got near them. 

“come here.” mrs. katherine said to danielle, holding her arms out to her for a hug, “he told me he wanted to marry you and while i didn’t think it would be this fast…i guess he made good on his word.”

danielle sort of collapsed into her arms, and you smiled a little at  the relief in her shoulders. before you could even bask in the moment, michael grabbed your hand and dragged you away from them much to your shock. “hey, michael what’s—” you peer up at him and frown at his expression.

you knew he was upset, but he looked mad. “okay, hold on, slow down,” you beg him as you find yourself heading toward the quad. 

“michael—”

“can you believe him?” he finally says, letting go of your hand, “‘i’m gonna miss you mikey, you’ll be fine without me mikey, i’ll still be home when you visit, i’ll drop you off at bandcamp smelly,’ all that and he doesn’t even realize…” his voice trails off.

you try to offer him some comfort, but he begins pacing instead.

“you know what happens when everyone starts graduating and gettin’ married?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for you to answer, “they leave and i get it, i understand completely, i ain’t stupid. i know they have new lives and responsibilities,  but we start seeing each other less and less and then next thing you know it’s just you and randy goin’ to campus with joseph to unpack your shit.”

“michael, you know marlon isn’t going to do that to you,” you assure him, “maybe don’t make assumptions about what he will and won’t do, and even if it does happen, he didn’t hold it against you for not helping him move in during his freshman year. wasn’t it just him, randy and your dad?”

you did not feel comfortable calling an elder by his first name, and wondered how you were going to navigate that in the future. 

michael was quiet and you thought maybe you overstepped a little. he and marlon got along really well, but you knew they disagreed. you knew they fought and they had times where they didn’t speak to each other, but you also knew that they made up pretty quickly. the longest they went was five hours before they finally made up. this wouldn’t last. michael was upset, but he was only upset because he knew their time on campus together was limited and marlon deciding to jump straight to marriage was a point of anxiety for him. he really just needed to trust his brother. 

“you need to talk to him. you’re both going home together tonight and i’m sure it’s already enough that he’s leaving his wife behind for who knows how long, do you really think he wants to leave on bad terms with you?” you ask him, eyebrows raised, “yall share the same room and you’ll be in the car for hours, michael. you can’t go to separate parts of campus to cool off, you need to fix it now. ”

michael crosses his arms over his chest and you walk over to him with your hands on your hips. “i’m being childish, huh?” he frowned.

“only a little. you can be upset with him for not telling you, dani already got an earful from me. you really didn’t need to snitch on him, but i encouraged you a bit so i won’t get down on you too bad for that either. if you make up with him, i’m sure he’ll forget about it though,”

“he called me a petulant child.”

“huh, so he did pay attention in class.”

“honey.” he chuckles. 

you laugh, “just trying to lighten the mood. now c’mon let’s go see if your brother and sister-in-law will accept your apology.” 

danielle looked a little exhausted as you both sat in your empty dorm room. mrs. katherine had agreed not to tell the boys’ father or her parents until they were ready, which was really nice of her. apparently she wasn’t too happy with marlon, but wasn’t going to give him a piece of her mind until they got back home. 

marlon and michael were both, hopefully, making up with each other somewhere on campus. emotions were high and both of them sort of landed some heavy blows today. you just hoped they could squash their beef before they both left for gary. whoever was in the car with them was going to ask what they were upset about and you doubted they could come up with a lie fast enough to cover for marlon and dani eloping. 

“i hope they’re okay.” danielle said with a frown, “i feel like this is kinda my fault.”

“it’s not all your fault, it’s marlon’s too.” you remind her.

“honey.”

“just sayin’,” you shrug, “i can’t believe you both forgot to take the rings off.”

“there was a lot going on today and we just got caught up.” she sighed and flopped back on her bed, frowning when she remembered it was no longer made up and she was just laying on the plastic covered mattress.

“well, it could be worse.”

“how the hell could it be worse?”

“your parents could’ve found out.”

she sat up and looked as though she wanted to say something smart, but decided against it. danielle knew she had no right to be upset at anyone but herself and marlon. i was only going to give michael a quarter of the blame, because he didn’t have to tell. that could’ve gone worse than it actually did and they both got lucky. 

“everyone’s acting like we’re 18 or something. we’re 22–”

“just turned 22. you were both 21 when you tied the knot.” you remind her.

“still older than 18.” she scoffs and stands up, “look, i’m sorry we didn’t tell you and michael, i’ve told you that already. we made the decision to keep it to ourselves and that’s it, if you’re still gonna be all judgmental over it then maybe it’s best i keep everything from here on out to myself too.”

you look up at her in shock, “danielle—”

“do you know how long i’m gonna be away from him if we can’t figure something out? he’s going into child psychology, honey. that’s a master’s and a doctorate. two degrees with very hard to transfer credits. i told you he already has a job lined up. there is nothing keeping him here,” she was teary eyed and you stood to pull her into a hug, only for her to push you away, “i get why everyone’s upset, but this isn’t just some fly by night shit we did. we’ve been having these conversations for a while, you heard what mrs. katherine said, he told her he was going to do this. i bet you thought it was a spur of the moment decision.”

she watched your face and you had to look away from her, because you did think that. after everything you told michael about making up with marlon, and how you accepted danielle’s apology…maybe you were still a little upset with her, and you did think she may have made a crazy, impulsive decision based on the thought of being separated from marlon. 

a bitter laugh left her and she sniffled, “bye honey.”

“danielle…”

the door slammed and you jumped from the sound. tears pricked your eyes and you pulled your lip between your bottom teeth. your fear of losing your best friend to graduation was bad enough, but at least she would’ve still been in the same state. with this, you were beginning to think you lost her for good. 

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life ain't so bad at all, live your life off the wall

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Michael Jackson and Marlon Jackson

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whew.... the over it series has begun.

and i just got another idea for a captain eo oneshot.

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make some noise yall wtfffff

lmfao im so happy it's out!!!!!!!!!!!