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Girl dad! Michael Headcanons
Girl dad! Michael Jackson headcanons ╱ fluff + slight angst ╱
Era: intended for dangerous, but any era fits fine
Summary: some headcanons of Michael being a girl dad bc there’s barely any, and I took that personally
Tags: Michael the girldad™, Michael calls the baby “sugar” (bc it’s cute), tooth-rotting fluff (if I do say so myself), slight angst at the beginning & middle, mention of Michael’s childhood trauma, the baby is a cutie, not proof read
Wordcount: 483
Masterlist
Girl dad! Michael who was ecstatic and worried when he found out you were pregnant. On one hand, it had always been a dream of his to have children of his own, but on the other hand, he was worried he couldn’t do. Worried he would turn into his father.
Girl dad! Michael who held his daughter for the first time with the upmost care. Being extra careful not to jostle her when you placed her in his arms. One arm held her firmly but gently to his chest and the other hand carefully held her small hand in his.
Girl dad! Michael who doesn’t want you to push yourself while recovering from labor. He does absolutely everything for you. The dishes, done. Laundry, folded and put away. The baby, fed and down for her nap.
Girl dad! Michael who doesn’t mind when his daughter tugs or yanks at his hair. While you try to gently pry her little hands off the strands, Michael just chuckles. “It’s fine baby, she’s just curious.”
Girl dad! Michael who doesn’t move an inch when his daughter falls asleep on his chest. It doesn’t matter if he’s thirsty, hungry, or what. He will not move until she wakes up.
Girl dad! Michael who can’t stand the sight of his precious daughter crying. Whenever she falls or gets hurt, he immediately rushes over, trying to soothe tears before they can fall.
Girl dad! Michael who dropped everything he was doing when his daughter walked towards him for the first time. Turning around to see the baby girl standing, taking a small step towards him, little arms outstretched, the sight melted his heart.
Girl dad! Michael who is never “too busy” to play with his daughter. He wanted to make his baby girl’s childhood special, he didn’t want to put her through the loneliness he went through as a kid.
Girl dad! Michael who writes songs with her on his lap, bouncing her gently. He asked her what she thought of lyrics and song ideas, even though the only sounds she could muster up sounded like gibberish.
“What do you think of this part, sugar?” Michael said, pointing to the notebook, the baby didn’t even look, her little hands too focused on playing with his hair. “You’re right,” Michael replied. “Needs a bit of work.”
Girl dad! Michael who was secretly hoping that his daughter’s first word would be “daddy.” You and him even made a bet on who she would call out to first. And when she said “daddy” with full confidence, Michael was over the moon.
Girl dad! Michael who watches as his daughter stares at the Thriller and Bad vinyls. She was so confused, why was her daddy’s face on these strange pictures? “Daddy!” She exclaimed, pointing to the vinyls, looking up at Michael for confirmation. “Yes sugar, that’s Daddy.” Michael nodded, patting her head gently.
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a/n: I really enjoyed doing this one, I hope yall like it <3
-xoxo, Billie Jeanne
home movies » m. jackson
who? michael jackson + pregnant! fem. reader
what? during the filming of michael jackson’s private home movies, michael is shown a heartwarming video of you, giving him a chance to talk intimately about your relationship.
tags. fluff. lots of fluff. established relationship. reader is pregnant with their first child. timeline switches between 2003 (invincible) and 1989 (bad). childhood friends to eventual lovers implied. [name] is used a normal-ish amount, michael refers to reader as 'bunny' (nickname hehe). but there's very little description given for the reader for maximum immersion ッ
word count. 3.5k
notes. my first foray into michael fiction... i typically do mmorpg roleplaying so this is very different for me, but a great writing exercise. i love michael very much and getting to write him is fun! really not my best work ajkfhnak. not proofread!!
please be advised that this is a work of fiction. i do not claim to know the people involved or understand their inner workings. thank you!
The media continues to capitalize on an innocent black man, while all the true criminals are white men in power. Pointing their fingers at everyone but the actual guilty people while profiting off of innuendo and dramatiziced lies. All they have is speculation and controversy, no hard evidence…and they continue to use that for views. The “Michael being a child abuser” allegations have become a business in it itself and I’ll never stop defending him from the greedy systems that just want a paycheck. And FUCK Netflix.
MICHAEL JACKSON AT GARDNER STREET SCHOOL (1989) Part one
ִֶָ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚ charity gala | michael jackson ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚
michael had been a fan of yours long before he ever met you.
it started with one movie while he was stuck in a hotel room somewhere in europe. then another. then another. before he knew it, he was asking people if they had seen your latest film and getting weirdly excited whenever your interviews came on television. michael liked that you never seemed prepared for them.
while everyone else in hollywood answered questions like they had practiced in front of a mirror before, you always looked like you just wandered into the conversation by accident. half the time you were laughing at something you had said yourself, so when he spotted you across the ballroom at a charity gala in 1997, he knew exactly who you were.
what surprised him was how normal you looked. you weren’t working the room or posing for photographs. you were sitting with a group of older women from the organizing committee, listening so intently to one of their stories that you didn’t even notice half the celebrities walking past your table. he couldn’t stop glancing over, so later while trying to grab a bottle of water, he nearly walked straight into you.
“oh! i’m so sorry.”
you looked up then immediately giggled.
“michael jackson apologizing to me is crazy.”
his face turned pink so fast it was impressive.
after that, talking to you was easy, easier than it should’ve been. he kept waiting for that awkward moment where the conversation stalled out and one of you had to pretend to be interested in the decorations or something, but it never happened. one topic just kept leading to another.
michael’s secretary came over and reminded him that he was supposed to be speaking with one of the donors, and michael nodded, said he’d be there in five minutes, and twenty minutes later he was still standing exactly where she’d left him.
by the time the night started ending, most of the guests had already gone home. staff members were stacking chairs near the back of the room and collecting abandoned programs from empty tables, and somehow the two of you were still talking. when you finally hugged him goodbye, michael sat in the back of the car afterwards staring out the window like an idiot.
this was an idea that came to me last night and i wrote it so fast, so apologies if there is any mistakes ^-^
given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
݁⊹ ( 18+, mdni ) mature!michael x younger gf!reader ❤︎︎
you and michael just got home from attending an event, and you decided to go braless, which michael was very much against.
he couldn’t fathom the thought of people seeing the nipples he so much loves to touch and suck on. the way they pierced through the dress you wore that night, he couldn’t help but try and cover you up any given moment, especially whenever the cameras flashed.
immediately, he lectured you.
“i thought i told you not to wear that.” he said as he kicked off his shoes.
you could help but snicker under your breath because no matter what michael said, you were still gonna do whatever you wanted.
“i know, baby, but the bra didn’t match.” you excused as you slipped off your uncomfortable heels.
“uht-uh.” he pointed at said heels, demanding them back on your feet. “and i don’t care. you think i want the whole world seeing what should be for my eyes only?” he argued.
“look.” you said under a playful laugh in which he turned in your direction before flashing him, your pierced nipples now a fragment of his memory.
he sighed and shook his head. “you’re such a tease..”
“i never said you couldn’t touch.” you smirked as he made his way toward you.
( a/n: ill continue this later on so stay tuned 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 )
She isn't me ~ m.Jackson
Sypnosis: you and Michael attend the after party of the AMAs, but it seems that Diana Ross can't stop throwing herself at him. Thriller era
An~ ngl i have like 13 drafts of js unfinished stories this was lowkey one of them 🫰🏾this isn't proof read.
The club was packed.
Every important person in music seemed to be there, every producer, songwriter, model, and actor. The air smelled like expensive perfume and cigarette smoke.
The two of you usually didn't attend the after parties but after the eight awards Michael won tonight, you couldn't pass a celebratory drink up. You stood next to Michael in the VIP section with your hand wrapped around his arm , while he laughed at something Quincy said.
You gently release your grasp from Michael letting him know that you were going to go get a drink, you turn to him to kiss him on the cheek before making a beeline to the bar
The line at the bar definitely took longer than you expected. Finally getting to the front, you ask the bartender for a sex on the beach.
By the time you had got your drink and started making your way back to Michael , you stomach dropped
Tonight was supposed to be a peaceful night.
It's not like you didn't know about the crush Mike had on her but she didn't have to be in his face like she was the one he was with.
Diana had no decorum.
This was embarrassing, she was in his face. Your man. She's in his face, smiling, laughing and touching him. This just didn't sit right with you.
You silently make you way back next to Michael while sipping your drink. He looked star struck while talking to her. It pissed you off but this wasn't the time of place. Diana finally took the time to look your way.
"Oh , here she is" the smug look she had on her face didn't make the way you felt about her any better.
"Diana , this is my girlfriend (name) and (name) this is Diana" Michael introduced the two of you like you didn't know who each other were.
"Oh I know who she is , I'll see you later Mikey " Diana turned on those worn out heels of hers and walked away.
You genuinely couldn't stand this bitch ,it's like she lived and breathed just to torment you.
"Why was she talking to you" Michael turned towards you with a confused look on his face, Mike couldn't understand the tension between you and Diana.
Though this was the first time you two met in person. Anytime Mike brung one of the other up in conversation nothing nice was ever said.
"She was just being polite, she came up and greeted me baby" the smile on his face calmed you down a little, you knew he meant no harm in speaking to the girl but it still made you feel a way
After a while of sitting with Michael while you nursed your drink, Diana decided to pop up and ruin your night and possibly your image.
She interrupted your conversation. She took a seat next to him not even acknowledging your presence at the table
"Mikey , you know , no matter how old you get , you will forever be my baby" you couldn't help but cringe.
You knew Michael would eat those words up, she really had the nerve to disrespect you in your face, you couldn't help but smile while sipping your drink that should've been long gone.
"Diana.." Michael started before she cut him off.
"Oh Mikey " she said as she patted his thigh, he quite literally shuttered from that. You rolled your eyes and let out a tired breath. You were about to get up until she decided to focus her attention on you. Bad idea for her.
"You know Michael use to tell everybody that he was gonna marry me one day " you knew this , everyone did. She was his silly ass crush.
"Hm I did, but it seems I'm the one with the ring" you smiled at her but it seems that didn't shut her up.
"Nobody really knows him like I do " you practically laughed in her face , she didn't like that. "Oh do you ?" The tone she spoke with wasn't nothing you were fond of.
"Of course, he loves me and you will never feel that because you will never be me"
Oh that set you off , you set your drink down gently.
"Baby , how about we just leave " leave ? Oh now he wanted to leave because his two loves were disagreeing with each other. You weren't going anywhere now.
"Be you ? Me ? Want to be you ? A old ass bitch preying on young men? Interesting " you looked her dead in her eye. She was backing down and neither were you.
People nearby started to slowdown their conversations. They lived for drama. Especially this, the king of pops girlfriend arguing with his lifetime crush.
Michael put his hands over his face.
"I'm just saying it's always gonna be me "
And with that comment you watched all of your patience fly out the window. You stood up and she did too.
By this time a crowd had already been formed, watching the two of you. "Can we all just stop, this is very awkward " you almost listened to your boyfriend until you felt a pair of hands shove you.
You turned around and shoved her back. Michael was terrified at this point. But the situation was beyond that
You were about to handle this old ass bitch
She grabbed your arm and before she could do anything else you hit her hard enough to make her think straight. The crowd around the two of you grew and Micheal couldn't see you guys anymore
You grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her down, with her kicking, screaming and swinging at you it just made you more angry than you already were. The couple of hits she got on you weren't worth nothing
At this point you had the both of you on the floor with you on top of her, the punches you were throwing at her were genuinely nerve wracking to some of the people surrounding you. You didn't stop till you seen blood leaking from her.
You stood up once more and took her by the hair again and dragged her in front of the bar , picking up an empty glass you felt a pair of hand grab you from behind.
"(NAME) PLEASE STOP, LETS JUST GO" Michael sounded terrified, you let go of her hair and dropped the cup back onto the bar. You turned around and walked past him. He took a look at Diana "uhh she'll be okay " and quickly turned to follow you
The crowd ate all of that up , you knew it'd be front page news by tonight. But that didn't matter you were pissed she thought she had a one up on you.
Michael followed you outside to the small balcony. Your arms were crossed as you sat down in the chair out there. He sat beside you. The silence was taking over the both of you , until he spoke.
"I'm sorry " you looked at him calmly, "what are you sorry for " Micheal looked at you.
"For letting her disrespect you infront of me , she shouldn't have said those things to you " at this point you didn't care about any of that. You laughed
"It's fine Mike , she just needed to see her where her place was"
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Am I lowkey wrong for ending it there. Idk guys this might b ahhhh and it's short 🫰🏾 ok bye.
Sweet sweaters
warnings: none that I can think of
a/n: This is really short and rushed so I'm sorry if its awful
You had just arrived at the studio to see Michael on his break. He’d been working on stuff for Thriller all day, and you promised him that you'd come see him.
You walked into the room, and your eyes immediately found Michael. You smiled when you saw him. But the minute you saw his sweater, your smile widened.
He had on the most precious pink Mickey Mouse sweater. He had a flannel underneath it that matched perfectly. What topped it off was his little bow tie.
Michael hurried over to you, a big smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around your waist, your arms going around his neck. “Hi, pretty girl,” He said before he kissed your cheek.
When you pulled away, you couldn't help but admire his outfit up close. “Oh baby, look at your sweater!” You cooed. Michael ducked his head, smiling shyly at your affection. Your hands moved to his bow tie, gently touching it. “Your little bow tie.” You poked out your bottom lip in awe.
He looked adorable, and you couldn't get enough of it. He hid his face in your neck, but you still felt him smile against your neck. “Aw, baby, don’t be shy; you look so cute!” You smiled as you ran your hands through his curls. He lifted his face, looking at you with a sweet smile.
You cupped one side of his face in your hand and kissed him gently. He smiled against your lips before kissing you back.
“You should wear this more often.”
“Should I?”
“Mhm, you look adorable.”
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michael never fails to mention you at the end of his award speeches. michael jackson x femreader short and sweet one !!!
mature!michael headcannons
⊱ Mature!michael who puts you before anything. The second he gets a call saying you need or want something, he drops whatever he’s doing and comes straight to you. No hesitation, no excuses—you always come first.
⊱ Mature!michael who doesn’t play games in a relationship. No pettiness, no silent treatment, no going to bed angry, and definitely no playing hard to get. He knows what he wants, and he knows healthy relationships require effort, honesty, and communication.
⊱ Mature!michael who hates arguing over the phone or while you’re apart. If there’s a problem, he wants to talk about it face-to-face. He values communication and prefers getting straight to the point rather than letting issues drag on.
⊱ Mature!michael who believes in giving 100%. He doesn’t think all the responsibility should fall on the woman. He helps around the house, takes care of you when you’re sick, and makes sure you’re never carrying everything on your own.
⊱ Mature!michael who gives you his full attention whenever you’re together. He listens carefully when you talk, remembers the little details, and always pays attention to your needs. Especially in public, he’s constantly checking to make sure you’re comfortable and doing okay.
⊱ Mature!michael who gets a little possessive at times. He’s been in the industry long enough to know exactly how people can be. If you’re wearing a dress that turns heads, he notices every glance sent your way. Not because he’s insecure—he trusts you completely—but because he knows how others think. He’ll casually pull you a little closer, rest a hand on your waist, or lean down to whisper something that leaves you trying not to smile for the rest of the evening.
⊱ Mature!michael who spoils you endlessly. Anything you want, it’s yours. Every time you walk into a store, he’s already asking, “See anything you like?” with his arm wrapped around you. He rarely looks at the price tag; if it makes you happy, that’s enough for him.
⊱ Mature!michael who carries extra things for you without being asked. Your bag starts feeling heavy? Somehow it’s already over his shoulder. Your jacket is bothering you? He’s holding it. You don’t even realize he’s doing it half the time.
⊱ Mature!michael who always keeps a hand on you in public. A hand on your lower back while guiding you through crowds, his fingers intertwined with yours, or an arm draped around your shoulders. It’s never controlling—it just makes him feel better knowing you’re close.
⊱ Mature!michael who always reminds you to take care of yourself. “Did you eat today?” “Did you get enough sleep?” “Did you take your medicine?” It becomes a running joke because he asks so often, but secretly you love knowing someone cares that much.
⊱ if anyone wants a nsfw version, I can definitely do that!
*through gritted teeth* the world is GOOD. people are kind. Humans are NOT inherently selfish. you will make it through this year. recovery is possible. people you don't know yet will love you. You are going to do things you can't even imagine right now. You are going to read a rlly good book. You are going to eat some rlly good food. You are going to experience joy again. Things can get better. Situations can change. You can choose to be kinder. The world can change for the better.
Michael headcanons blurbs
As bill brays daughter.
Warnings: kissing, fem!reader, down bad Michael, set in the summer of 1975.
A/N: I swear these were supposed to be headcanons..
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ꜜ♡⃕ needy.ᐟMichael who doesn't easily take no for an answer
Hushed whispers and Michaels eager pacing, were the only audible sounds coming from your bedroom. You sat at the edge of your bed. Hands nervously picking at your nails.
"No way! This is trouble."
His pacing comes to a stop, walking over, ever so carefully. As if to not scare you away.
"I promise this'll all work out fine." he murmured, slowly grabbing a hold of your shaky hands.
Falling to his knees in front of you.
He was so close now, his sharp floral scent flowing to your nostrils.
Why'd he have to make it so hard?
"I don't care if bill doesn't approve, I wanna give you all my lovin', Is that so bad?"
"Mickey.." you whisper, flustered at the thought of something real. Not just the teasing from the Jackson brothers, nor the yearning glances you've convinced yourself to mean nothing.
But something, wholeheartedly real.
A strained groan fell from his throat "I know, I know. But I just can't help it no more.." Impulsively holding onto your face. stroking your cheek, as you lean into the palm of his hand. "Ion wanna help it."
Your lack of protest gave him the confidence to lean in, Feeling his soft lips brush yours, sent goosebumps to your skin, you shove the need for him down,
the guilt overbearing.
You leaned away hesitantly. Regret washed over Michael's face. the thought of losing you, scared him more than ignoring the love burning in his chest. "I'm- I'm sorry. Gosh I'm sorry- just tell me to stop. Please tell me to stop, so I can get over this... get over you." His voice cracked,
so whiney.
That was it. You couldn't deny yourself anymore. Pressing a tender kiss to his lips. he shifts into you, trailing his hands from your face, to the curve of your chest, and onto your hips.
"My pretty girl" Michael praises, hand resting at the low of your waist. "you don't know what you do to me." Only quiet whines escaped your mouth, buzzing with excitement at his words.
"You're mine now."
ꜜ♡⃕ smitten.ᐟMichael who overly spoils you. despite trying not to be obvious, he could never deny his girl.
"Mickeyyyy" you purred, holding up a game of twister. "Can we get this one too?" You questioned softly, although already putting said game into the cart.
"You already picked out 5 bored gam-"
Jermaine was quickly cut off.
"Of course we can." Michael blurted, interrupting Jermaine's brainless remark.
"Oh I see, my little brother's all smitten by the young lady." Jermaine chuckles, along with Jackie and Tito.
Michael couldn't help the blush creeping onto his cheeks, no way to defend himself.
"You're all annoying" you state, trying not to sink into the floor.
ꜜ♡⃕ Sneaky.ᐟclingy.ᐟ Michael who can't help but love the adrenaline of getting caught.
Makeout session in his room? He'll leave the door cracked, just enough for anyone to walk by and see exactly how close in "friendship" y'all are.
Always sneaking you away from the others, trying not to be suspicious.
You and Michael sat at the edge of the pool, legs halfway in, Cooling you down from the bright summer sun. Latoya and rebbie yelling at the boys to not get their hair wet.
"Why wear a bathing suit if you ain't gonna get in?" Randy questions innocently.
"Oh shush ran" rebbie groaned wishing she had more sisters than brothers.
Hayvenhurst, encino. Was chaotic, around this time the most.
Always some argument or gossip between the Jackson's, something gliding over your head, barely missing your face.
You loved it.
Michael looks over at you, more than once, thinking how different it'd be if they knew. maybe he'd be holding your hand, telling you how much he adored having you over, his girl. Sitting with him by the pool mindlessly.
Reading his mind, You push a wet curl out of his face
"are you thinking too hard again, Mickey?" You whisper teasingly, adding to his anguish. Michael doesn't respond, instead pushes himself up off the floor, walking towards the sliding doors, before turning to you.
"Applehead, could you help me with something in the kitchen?" the corner of his lip is already lifting into something far from innocent.
You wonder what he'll pull out of his sleeve, Slyly following him inside and towards the kitchen.
"Are you alright?" before you could ask again, his hands were already on you. Guiding you back until you hit the kitchen island, causing A shriek to escape you.
"Michael! Are you crazy?" He shushed you with his lips, you could feel him smile against you, soft giggles in-between even softer kisses. tangling your hands in his dripping curls, slowly forgetting how out in the open you both were.
Your movements are turning more, and more passionate, the smell of chlorine, surrounding you, and the marble island cold against your lower back.
"Don't you hate it?" He asked after each kiss, You almost missed what he said, too occupied to listen. "Hm?" Humming a question, he stops his movements, "I mean, don't you wish we could do this with everyone around?"
"Everyone is around" you state, looking around at the very open kitchen, with a big family like Michaels, anyone could walk by at any second.
He frowns at your sarcasm "ya know what i mean." His slender hands never leave your waist, thumbs rubbing small circles over your stomach.
"Angel face, you wouldn't be this confident around the others." He looks truly offended by that, you laugh at his attempt to convince you he's not the shy Michael you've grown to love.
"I'm quite the lady's man, ya know!" He
exclaimed
"oh really?"
"Yes! Well no, you know what I mean, if I could- no, when I can. I'll kiss you anytime and anywhere!"
Your laugh was cut off by footsteps approaching, voices getting louder and louder each step, Eyes widening at the familiar voice of your father.
Michael pushes off of you, quickly grabbing a paper towel, suddenly focused on cleaning a stubborn spot on the counter, his ears have turned completely red. Hands slightly shaky,
Oh yes, mister confident.
ꜜ♡⃕ Sneaky.ᐟclingy.ᐟ Michael who disspite the many times you've almost been caught, he'll never learn.
You had dragged your father to take Michael and you to the store, your mind set on buying way too much junk food,
"it's not a fun sleepover if you wake without a stomach ache, of course!" You blurted, stepping into the car,
Great convincing.
Michael and you both sat on a window seat,
Comfortable silence filled the car, before Michael decided he couldn't wait any longer.
Scooting closer to you every 10 seconds,
You pretend not to notice. That is, until his thigh was touching yours, he intertwines his fingers with the hand resting on your thigh.
You pray your father is as oblivious as you think he is, because you don't want to push Michael off, and you don't.
Michael looks up, making sure bill isn't glancing at the rear-view mirror, with a clear view shot of
the handholding going on with his daughter.
He's too busy driving to notice anything,
he thought, giving his focus back to you.
"Michael. Joseph. Jackson, get your paws off my daughter."
This definitely wasn't the store trip you had planned.
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First time writing fiction, probably not the best, But this blog is for shytz n gigglez.ᐟ
Lemme know if I mischaracterized anyone.
No, She Is Mine
Content : it’s very common for best friends to be lovers but is this the case here?
Jaafar Jackson x Reader
Previous Part
The first two weeks, Jaafar convinced himself it was temporary.
You were both stubborn and emotional
He told himself you just needed space.
Then your name slowly disappeared from everything.
No random Instagram stories. No reposts. No dumb little tweets at three in the morning. No pictures from dinners with friends. No appearances in anybody else’s posts either.
thinking about !m.jackson x !fashiondesigner reader meeting since you were hired to help create the iconic outfit that he would wear to the white house in 1990, where he was honored as the "artist of the decade" to celebrate his global success.
when you were in your studio, you spent the majority of your time sketching the design and making adjustments to his jacket, while michael sat in the corner watching you work. michael was involved in the entire process of creating his iconic jacket. he would give his input on where he wanted the buttons, what shade of red he wanted, and where the pins should go.
the more time michael spent at your studio, the more he kept finding reasons to come back just to hang out with you. what started as meetings about the jacket turned into conversations that lasted way longer than they needed be. sometimes he'd show up before you were expecting him, and other times he'd linger around after everything was done just to keep talking to you. you weren't complaining either.
michael eventually started to catch feelings. he loved seeing how excited you got when talking about your designs and could listen to you explain every little detail for hours and hours on end.
after the outfit was finished and he attended the event, he refused to work with anyone else. he loved your work and always wanted you involved whenever he needed something designed.
kiku notes: this outfit is literally soooo beautiful and i needed to write a little something about it (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ
while they're on my mind, thinking about michael getting distracted constantly by nanny wearing jeans almost every single day. the way they fit around your curves and especially annunciate your ass when you bend down to pick up a toy has him tipping his head down, looking past his lashes and biting his bottom lip at the view.