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[diananniee]

-ℳ𝓎 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎-

𐙚 ⎯⎯⎯ Diana | she/her | asian | passionate writer

Love Letters

୨୧- “People yearn and hunger for one thing. To love and be loved” - Michael Jackson

©diananniee. All Rights Reserved. My own words and imagines. Everything is fiction. Please do not steal or copy!

[oidloid]

oh yeah im fine just reminiscing abt michael splashing around in a pool

[diananniee]

sighhhh👀

[michaelsbabymother]

MISS YOU

Pairing: Michael Jackson x !fem!reader

content/warning: fluff.Smut. f receiving, m receiving. This man misses you.

summary: after going around the world to do concerts he has finally returned home and he shows how much he missed you

era: bad

a/n: so this is my first time writing a fan fic for Michael Jackson that is a smut and in general so don’t mind

September 14, 1987

It was the last night that Michael was preforming on his bad tour and he was very excited to go back home to the hayvenhurst house to see his wife y/n that he has been missing for forever.

After preforming his last song “ I just can’t stop loving you.” He bowed to all his fans and went backstage where he wiped his sweat off his head and drank his orange juice prepared for him, then he went out of the stadium and went into the limo waiting for him.

As the ride felt like hours , his heart was racing as he was excited to see you after traveling all around the world to preform his new album “BAD.” That he mad that already has over 10m streams, he is just eager to see you but nervous at the same time.

Now as you finish cooking the food, you hear a click in the door and you see a tall slender figure coming through the door, and you realise that your husband is finally here after not seeing him for a long time.

“Hi my love!” Y/n exclaims as michael walks towards the kitchen smelling the good cooked food that you made. “Hi baby” michael says exhausted as he has had a long day.

“The food smells good my love.” Michael says in a loving voice as he comes to wrap his arms around your waist as he smells like a mix of sweat and your favourite cologne he wears.

“Thank you.” You say as you start to put some food on a plate for him as you sit him down by the table.

“How did your concerts go?” You say as you sit in front of him.

“Good.” He says.

“But i missed you a lot.” He says.

“I missed you too michael.” You say

Now as michael finishes his food, y’all both go over to the sofa where you both sit next to each other and continue to watch peter pan where you left off.

“You don’t know how much i missed you.” Michael says.

“I missed you too.” You say back.

“Let me show you how much i missed you.” he says, eyes dark with lust.

Now he leans in and starts kissing you sloppily, not giving you that much time to breathe in between pauses.

He taps your taps your leg, and you pull you panties down to your ankles where they fall on the floor. Now you put one of your legs over his lap.

Then you start to grind on his clothed cock feeling the hardness on your aching clit, both of you moaning softly into the kiss.

Michael lifts you off his lap breaking the kiss, taking off his pants that he had on from his concert. Landing on the floor, he takes off his boxers and his thick cock springs up to his stomach leaking with pre-cum.

He lifts you over his lap your cunt and his cock nearly touching each other, he teases you a little bit before putting his girthy cock inside of your wet gummy walls.

He starts moving slow so that you can get adjusted then he starts to go slow.

“M-mm Michael go faster it feels so good.”

He starts going faster thrusting up to you sweet spot and you start seeing stars.

“M-mph michael i’m close.” You say as your walls start to squeeze his cock as you can feel your core burning.

You start cumming as your thighs start to shake violently and your walls clenching around him causing him to cum after you.

He starts kissing you with him still inside you.

“Baby you should come with me to my next tour so that we’re not apart like this again.”

“Really?” You ask

“Yes Baby really.”

You smile as you lay your head in the crook of his neck while yall cool down.

[diananniee]

𝓜𝔂 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 / 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Jackson Era

⁠⪩⪨ Across The Room

Off The Wall Era

⁠⪩⪨ Loving You

⁠⪩⪨ Thoughtful

Thriller Era

⁠⪩⪨ Unexpected Proposal

⁠⪩⪨ Stupidly inlove

⁠⪩⪨ Bad Idea

⁠⪩⪨ A True Fairytale

⁠⪩⪨ Baby Fever

Thrad Era

Coming Soon :)

Bad Era

⁠⪩⪨ Can’t help it

Dangerous Era

⁠⪩⪨ Give in to me

Mature Era

⁠⪩⪨ Adored at its finest

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- Requests are open! Feel free to request or give suggestions for me write.

Note: I write fluff and sweetness! I do not write anything crazy and I also do not write full on smut. The reader, is a female and I do not specify any description because I want everyone to enjoy my writings. :)

©diananniee. All Rights Reserved. My own words and imagines. Everything is fiction. Please do not steal or copy!

[achingletters]

I’ve stayed quiet for weeks but I’m genuinely tired of watching this fandom destroy itself over fcking fanfiction.

The Michael Jackson fandom on Tumblr has become EXTREMELY toxic, nasty and embarrassing over the last few weeks and it’s ridiculous.

Before this, the fandom was calm. People wrote, people read, people supported each other and everyone just enjoyed being here. Now it’s become a complete mess. The atmosphere has completely died and so many people are losing motivation to write, create or even open this app because every single day it’s another childish argument, another fight, another competition, hate, racism,discrimination and another wave of drama that never should’ve existed in the first place.

The biggest issue is that so many of you have forgotten Michael Jackson was a REAL HUMAN BEING

He’s NOT a fictional character, NOT an anime character and NOT a video game character

Not a doll for you to project your fantasies, parasocial behaviour or personal preferences onto

A REAL PERSON

A man who had a real life, real emotions, real family and who is no longer here to speak for himself.

Yet so many of you in the tumblr community treat him as if he’s nothing more than a fictional character you can toss around however you like. The way the tumblr fandom OVER SEXUALISE him, dehumanise him and write him without any regard for the fact that he was an actual human being has crossed boundaries that never should’ve been crossed

Stop reducing him to just sex and porn. CALM YOUR SEX DRIVE DOWN, he is more than that

Yes he is the most beautiful, gorgeous, sexy black man to exist , it’s fine if you read or write smut about him but don’t overdo it.

There are certain themes and topics that should be SOLY ONLY USED ON FICTIONAL CHARACTERS NOT REAL LIFE HUMANS a lot of people have crossed boundaries and the red line here.

And before anyone twists my words, I’m not saying people can’t write fanfiction

I’m saying remember who you’re writing about

You are writing a fanfiction about a REAL LIFE HUMAN BEING NOT A FICTIONAL CHARACTER

If you want to write dark fiction, then understand there is a massive difference between writing dark fiction about a fictional character and writing it about a real human being

THOSE ARE NOT THE SAME THING

REMEMBER There are themes, scenarios and topics that ONLY belong with fictional characters.

Real people are different

Some of you have completely ignored that line and crossed it without a second thought

Writing about Real life people and fictional characters in fanfiction are COMPLETELY different and should stay different especially words certain themes and topics.

Then we have the constant fighting

Can some of you genuinely explain why you’re ripping each other’s heads off over fanfiction

It’s fanfiction

Why has everything become a competition? Why does every writer have to be compared? And why does every story suddenly need to be criticised

Why is everyone so obsessed with proving they’re the “better” writer or the “bigger” fan

The superior complex and arrogance coming from some writers and readers lately is unbelievable. Some of you have become so self centred and so parasocial that it’s uncomfortable to witness.

No, you do not know Michael better than everyone else

No, you are not above anyone because your stories get more likes or because you’ve been here longer

Humble yourselves

And the DISGUSTING racism needs to END, you racists need to get a LIFE and go outside. And while your being racist you should also note some of the furniture and resources you have bought and use in your life are created by the people you are being racist too sooo you should keep your mouths SHUT. (Shading a very known person who did blackface)

Now

The race discourse needs to end IMMEDIATELY

Watching grown people argue over which race is supposedly “better” for Michael is one of the most embarrassing things I’ve ever seen in this fandom.

You’re arguing over a real man as if he were a fictional love interest that belongs to you

None of us knew him personally

None of us get to decide who would’ve been “best” for him

Projecting your own preferences onto him and attacking other writers because they write a different OC or reader is incredibly unhealthy, incredibly parasocial and incredibly disrespectful behaviour.

Michael LOVED EVERY RACE OF WOMEN.

He just LOVED women not a certain type of race of women just women.

He did NOT have a favourite race, he did NOT nitpick a certain race of women, he did NOT CARE about race, he was attracted to and loved EVERY RACE OF WOMEN, she could be white, black, Indian, Chinese , Korean, African, Arab, Turkish, Greek, Latina, French and so on he DID NOT CARE about race he LOVED WOMEN she could be any nationality/race and he would still fall in love with her if she was the right person for him and felt connection with her.

Every single race of women in here are beautiful, gorgeous and powerful.

It’s already enough how many incel men out there still treat women like shit. Don’t add to that.

Every writer of every race matters

Every writer of every race deserves recognition

Every writer of every race deserves encouragement

There is no hierarchy

There is no race that deserves more support than another

There is no reason to tear someone down because their character doesn’t look the way you wanted them to

Support each other instead of constantly trying to outdo each other

We are ALL WRITERS we should not be against each other nor fighting with each other.

Tumblr is supposed to be somewhere people come to connect, write, read, share ideas and enjoy a community

Instead it’s become a place full of toxic posts, unnecessary discourse, superiority complexes and constant fighting

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH …….Seriously

LOCK IN AND GROW UP

Stop acting like children

Stop making everything a competition

Stop shaming people

Stop criticising every little thing someone writes

Stop encouraging drama

Stop making everything about yourselves

Stop the disgusting racism

Stop choosing which race of people are better writers

And for the love of God START RESPECTING MICHAEL

Respect him as the real human being he was

Respect the fact that he had dignity

Respect the fact that he was more than a fantasy or a fictional character for people to fight over

Because right now a lot of people in this fandom have forgotten that completely

Because you guys are disrespecting him , disrespecting others and disrespecting yourselves

After im done with the last request I got I’m stepping away from Tumblr for a while because this place has become mentally draining , embarrassing and disappointing

I hope by the time I come back people have remembered why this community existed in the first place

To write

To create

To support one another

To celebrate Michael’s legacy

Not to spread hate, discrimination, racism and tear each other apart over fanfiction, race, pointless competition and childish drama

Respect each other , and respect Michael let the man rest.

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

Because out of all the fanfiction platforms tumblr has become the most TOXIC and unpleasant fanfiction platforms.

[diananniee]

Baby Fever

Synopsis: Seeing how good you were with his nephews, Michael realized that he wanted you to become the mother of his children someday.

Content: thriller era! boyfriend michael x reader! fluff, constant mention of wanting kids.

Author’s note: hihi :) this was in my drafts so I am finishing it up. i hope to not lose motivation again.

Bistro Garden restaurant was filled with laughter, and family banters.

Today was considered the “Katherine Jackson Day.” Michael and his siblings planned and hosted a surprise 54th birthday party for their mother.

Of course, you came along with Michael as well.

Everyone was talking about memories, joking and bringing up stories. You were mindlessly eating and joining in once in a minute. Michael sat next to you joking along but he was focused on eating the food off of his plate.

You excused yourself from the table to take a walk around the place. It was a very beautiful place after all.

As you were walking, you felt a tug on your hand. You looked down and was greeted with Taj, Tito’s first son.

“Do you want to walk with me?” You asked the 11 year old boy, and he wasted no time as he nodded. You held onto Taj’s hand as you and him both explored the place yourselves.

The walk was surprisingly peaceful and easy going. Taj would talk about his new toy he got or music he enjoyed.

“My dad, got me this toy on my last Birthday! It was so awesome. You have to come see.”

“I will, and maybe I will bring you even more toys.”

“Really?!”

Taj’s eyes lit up. You nodded and gave his hand a squeeze as you both continue to walk.

Taj spoke out of curiosity.

“Y’know, Uncle Michael dances are very cool to look at. Can you do it?”

You laughed a bit and shook your head. “Who do you think I am? I cannot dance like him.”

“I thought he would teach you since you’re dating.” Taj emphasized on the word “dating.”

“Dating has nothing to do with him teaching me.”

Taj and you eventually came back around to where the rest of the family was at, and everyone seemed to finish eating. Michael walked towards you with a soft smile.

“You’ve been gone for a while with Taj.”

“Yeah, yeah. You could say he wanted to join me. Right Taj?” Taj nodded and gave Michael a huge smile.

“Okay, okay. I can tell he had a good time.”

Taj gave you a wave and Michael as he walked back to Tito. Michael laced his hands in yours, as he and you both said your goodbyes to the family and Katherine.

The car ride home, was just Michael being ridiculous.

“Y’know, if you can handle Taj then you could definitely handle being a mother someday.”

What in the world was Michael talking about. Taj is a nice kid, he isn’t a troublemaker.

“What are you talking about Mikey? Taj is a good kid. Don’t start with motherhood or something.”

“W-What?! I am stating the facts and obvious.”

“Mikey..” You groaned out.

“Look! Maybe someday..when we get married we can have a big family-“

“Big family?! Mikey!”

“I-I am just saying! A big family is a beautiful thing. The more kids the more laughter in the house.”

“Yeah! If you want it to be a zoo!”

“I am thrilled for it to be like a zoo!”

You sighed in defeat, you knew Michael would never shut up about this. Too stubborn of a man.

“How about you put a ring on me first before anything Mikey.” Okay?.!” You really did hope this was just a phase or baby fever, because this sounded insane.

Michael muttered under his breath. “Might as well do it now.”

©diananniee

[neopolitandoll]

𑣲 . A NEW FACE — itfil: one.

𑣲 . pairing: the jacksons!michael x black!fem!reader

𑣲 . synopsis: After Michael and his family moved to Encino, California, he sees you while shopping at the toy store. After you don’t bat an eye at him, he needs to know more.

𑣲 . content (for this part): neighbors michael and reader, first meet, michael developing a crush, fluff, michael’s brothers teasing him, joe mention (slight) not proofread, ignore mistakes !

ENCINO, CALIFORNIA 1971

The jackson’s had just arrived at their new family home, Hayvenhurst. It was complete different from their childhood home back in Gary, Indiana.

When the Jackson’s lived in Gary, the boys had to bunk with each other—leaving no room for privacy when it came to having to go to bed. Michael wasn’t too fond of sharing a room with his brothers, but it didn’t truly bother him because he loved them.

Stepping foot into their new home, everyone was shocked, and immediately they all ran upstairs to claim their rooms. Michael prayed he would have his own room, and they ended being answered when he found the room at the end of the hallway and immediately fell in love.

It was the perfect amount of space. He already started to imagine where he would put everything. His records lined up on the wall, his stuffed animals in the corner—or maybe closer to his bed? His demos in this spot, still making sure he had space for his animals.

Michael was truly lost in thought thinking about how he’s gonna make his room feel like home. Suddenly, the thought was broken was he heard his mother call his name, telling him to come help them unpack.

Michael ran downstairs quickly, not wanting to make his mother wait, but also wanting to get back to his room as fast as possible.

PRESENT (1977) - TOM’S TOYS

Tom’s Toys was one of michael’s favorite stores. It’s where he got most of the toys in his room from—along with the toys he would give to the less fortunate.

This time, Michael’s brothers, specifically Marlon and Jermaine, had decided to tag along with him. Marlon and Jermaine weren’t really fond of toy stores, sure they used to love them when they were kids, but that was when they were kids. Times were different, the only reason they would probably, truly, be in here is if they were shopping for their children; children they didn’t have. But, they could never pass up time to spend time with their brother.

“Michael! You should get this one!” Marlon held out a limited edition electric race car set that came with stickers for detailing the car.

“Michael already put that in the cart Marlon, pay attention,” Jermaine was browsing his own section of toys before his eyes landed on something, that he claims, would be cooler than Marlon’s choice. “He should get this.” Jermaine held out a brand new, only in stores, play-doh set.

“It’s way cooler than whatever shit Marlon chose.”

“Whatever ‘maine,” Marlon huffed, placing the electric car back on the shelf.

Michael couldn’t help but laugh at his brother antics, “you two are stupid, they were both good options!”

“But mine was better right, Mike?” Jermaine questioned him, sparring sharp glances at Marlon.

“Oh, stop it jermaine!” Michael grabbed the toy from Jermaine’s hand, ignoring the smug look on his face as he placed it in the cart. Once Jermaine was distracted, Michael grabbed the exact toy Marlon showed him—two of the same wouldn’t hurt anybody.

After a good hour, Michael was finally ready to check out. His brothers had been ready ages ago, claiming there is only so many things he could look at. Not wanting to wait as he checked out his big cart, the two brothers went to sit in the car. As he started handing the clerk his items, a line started to form behind him, expected because of how many things he had in that cart.

A mom and her daughter were the next ones behind him. The daughter was gushing about a doll, saying she couldn’t wait to get home and open it. She was thanking her mom profusely for letting her get it, she’d been wanting it for ages. Her mother couldn’t help but smile, she was happy that her daughter was happy.

Looking up from her child, she recognized the man standing in front of her—Michael.

“T-that’s Michael Jackson,” the daughter then looked up confused before turning to where her mother was staring and immediately, her jaw dropped. Michael Jackson was standing in front of her.

“oh. my. gosh. Mom, please, can we ask him for an autograph?”

“He seem’s busy sweetheart, maybe another time.”

Michael could hear the daughter huff in frustration, this was obviously a once in a chance lifetime. He chuckled before turning around, startling the two women behind him, “I have time for an autograph, don’t worry.”

The mom’s face flushed with embarrassment, she couldn’t believe that, 1. Michael Jackson was speaking to her and 2. he had heard her talking about him. The daughter couldn’t help but squeal, pulling on her mom’s sleeve to regain her attention.

“Mom!! Pull out a piece of paper, hurry!!”

The woman, after regaining her senses, scrambled to look in her bag. She pulled out a pen and random notepad she carried around, handing it over to Michael, trying to ignore the fact her hands were shaking. Michael, kindly, grabbed the notepad and pen from her, “who should I make this out to?” The daughter quickly gave Michael her name, along with her mom’s. He scribbled a few words on the notepad before graciously handing it back to them, thanking them for their support.

Throughout that whole interaction, it obviously had gained more traction because people were surrounding Michael, wanting to get photos and autographs—some being more impatient than others.

Michael, of course, wanted to satisfy everyone, giving out autographs and posing for pictures as much as he could.

As he was having yet another conversation, his eyes had started to drift, landing on a girl standing by the shelves.

Her brown skin was illuminating, the way the sun shined on her from the window. Her features were unique, especially those big brown eyes.

He was absolutely captivated by her beauty, he had almost forgot about the fan waiting in front of him. Bill nudged his arm, his eyes quickly coming off of you and back towards the fan. He apologized profusely before handing back the signed toy box to the kid, his eyes ending up finding you again.

You were currently looking at a doll. Michael assumed you were shopping for a little sister of yours, the doll definitely wasn’t your style. He was watching your every movements without realizing it, while also trying to cater to the group of fans wanting his attention.

He had started to wonder why you weren’t as interested as his fans. Of course he knew not everyone had to be a fan of his, but he had never really went anywhere without people swarming him, much like now. But, you weren’t apart of the people swarming him. He had saw you spare him a few quick glances…okay, maybe it wasn’t at him, more like towards the swarm of fans, but it still counted in his head.

It was interesting, to say the least, you were treating him like…he wasn’t famous? like he was another teenage boy, shopping just like you were. He thought it was nice, being treated not as Michael Jackson, but just as a teenage boy.

As the swarm of fans started to die down, he had successfully checked out everything. He had Bill carry all his bags out to the car, saying he would be out in a moment. Bill just nodded his head, he had noticed Michael staring bullet into your head ages ago.

You were currently looking at the electric car set Michael had just bought, unbeknownst to you. You had two little siblings, a girl and a boy. The two of them were twins and their birthday was coming up in a week. You had picked the doll you were looking at earlier for your little sister, and were debating if you should get this car set for your brother.

You had just gotten a job working at the ice cream shop across the road, it didn’t pay the best, but it payed well enough that you were able to afford something for your little siblings, and that’s all that mattered. You had put the electric car set in your cart, saving it as an option for your brother, wanting to browse just a bit more. You barely had time to move towards the end of the isle before you felt somewhere tap you in your shoulder.

You turned around, coming face to face with Michael. You obviously knew who he was, who didn’t? He was the one causing the swarm of fans you were glancing at earlier.

It had been two minutes of complete radio silence since Michael had gotten your attention. You thought he was going to speak up first since he did initiate this conversation, if you could even call it that, but it looks like you had to do it.

“Hi..! Do you need something?”

You could see Michael open and close his mouth a few times. The words were there but they weren’t coming out. You couldn’t help but giggle at his shyness, this definitely wasn’t the same man you saw a television sometimes.

Hearing you giggle made Michael’s stomach twist and turn, in a good way. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on what he was feeling right now, all he knew is that he wanted to get to know you, he needed to get to know you.

“Hello..?”

He finally looked up and made eye contact with you, big mistake. Your eyes were so beautiful, and big, and brown, he couldn’t stop staring at them. They fit your face perfectly. Your face was perfect. Soon, he realized he needed to respond and get out his head.

“H-hey..um..”

Why wasn’t his mouth working? He knew what he wanted to say, he thought about it on the way over here from the check out counter. He wanted to know your name, compliment you, maybe get your number if you’d allowed him. He just couldn’t find the confidence to say it.

You were a beautiful girl, a beautiful girl who made him nervous to the point where he can’t get anything out his mouth except a “hey.” He had to get it together. He was wasting your time just making you stand here.

“S-sorry, I don’t know why I’m, um, struggling..” He could feel his neck start to heat up, he didn’t know what kind of affect you had on him, but he hated himself for making it take over his thoughts.

“It’s okay! um..did you like, need something?”

“U-uh yeah, can I maybe have your—“

“Michael!!”

Michael squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment, he totally forgot about his two older brothers waiting in the car. He should’ve known they would’ve come in here any second, asking him how much longer he would be. What the two never expected, is to walk in on Michael talking to a girl, a real pretty one.

“Mike, man, what’s taking you so..” Jermaine’s question was cut short as his eyes landed on you, something so gorgeous. He let out a low whistle as he swung an arm over Michael’s shoulders, eyes tracing your body.

“And who might this pretty young thang be, Mike?”

You gave him a slight smile, thanking him for the compliment. “I’m (name)..”

“Well Ms.(name), you are one gorgeous woman,” Marlon interjected. “Mikey here definitely don’t know how to handle all that..”

Michael could feel his face heating up even more, his brothers had gotten your name before you? Maybe it was his fault for not immediately asking, but obviously his brothers could tell his intentions.

“Would you guys stop? go back to the car. I’ll be out in a bit.”

“How about you go to the car, let your big brother handle this?” Jermaine patted Michael’s back before looking back over at you, “So..how about you and me maybe go out sometime?”

Michael was getting mad, he wanted his brothers to leave, he wanted to be alone with you again.

“Come on ‘maine,” Marlon pulled Jermaine back by his arm, noticing Michael getting upset. “Let him get his girl.” He still teased, dragging out the ‘girl.’

“Whatever Marlon,” Jermaine looked back at you before leaving, “if he ever mess up, give me a call beautiful—ow!” Marlon smacked Jermaine in the head, dragging him out.

You were trying to suppress your laugh the whole time, not wanting to in their faces. Michael let out a sigh as he heard the toy store door close, indicating the two boys had left. He put his attention back on you, immediately being captivated by your eyes again.

“m’sorry about them, they can be so stupid sometimes.”

“It’s alright, I found it kinda funny..”

Michael lips twitched upwards the slightest before focusing back on the topic at hand, getting your number.

“S-so, (name), was it? It’s a beautiful name.”

“Thank you! I was named after one of my mom’s favorite artist, she’s very proud of it.”

Michael giggled, “she should be, it fits you.”

“I’ve been told!”

Michael soon realized his time was getting shorter with you, he needed to be home to rehearse before his father got mad. He desperately didn’t want to leave, he didn’t know the next time he would see you due to his busy schedule.

“U-uh I, uh, have to go..but, um, can I maybe get your number? Just so we can continue talking! If you want to of course, you don’t have to! But, I just..don’t want this to be a one time conversation..”

You smiled up at him, pulling out an old receipt and a pen, writing your number down and handing him the piece of paper. He happily accepted it, “I’ll call you later?”

“I’ll answer.” You gave him another small smile as you watched him walk away and out the door. You walked to check out counter, deciding to get the electric car.

Michael was holding on tightly to the receipt with your number on it, not wanting to lose it. He carefully slid it in his pocket before opening the car door, sliding in the back seat with his brothers. Bill started the car and pulled off. There was a slight awkward silence, his brothers trying so hard not to ask questions, but they couldn’t resist.

“So mikey,” Marlon started, “did you get the number?”

“Please say you did Mike.“ Jermaine added, well more like begged.

“m’not telling yall, leave it alone.”

“aw come on man, why not?”

“Jermaine is practically beggin’ to steal her.” Michael shot an annoyed glanced at Jermaine before turning his head to look back out the window.

“stealin’? man, she ain’t even yours!” Jermaine shot back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Shut up ‘maine! You ain’t getting the girl!” Marlon said, before turning back to Mike, “Just tell us Mikey, we just curious is all!”

Michael sighed, annoyed, but he knew they were going to keep asking if he didn’t just fess up now, “I did..”

“oh shit! Michael got game!” Marlon clapped Michael on his shoulder, earning a small laugh from him before shoving him off, “yeah yeah..”

Michael thought about the call the whole ride home, he couldn’t wait till rehearsal ended with his brothers so he could wash up and talk to you.

A few hours later, Michael was finally free. The thought of the call had made him mess up a few times during rehearsals, causing joe to yell at him. He didn’t care though, all he cared about was hearing your sweet voice come through his phone tonight.

Michael had settled on his bed, he had actually been settle for a good 10 minutes now, staring at the receipt with your number in his lap, the phone held up to his ear. All he needs to do was dial you, should be to hard right? wrong.

Michael was super nervous to ring you and he didn’t know why. You both had just had a conversation earlier today, It may had been a little wonky because of Michael’s nerves and his brothers, but it was still a conversation! So why was Michael struggling so much to call you.

Meanwhile, you had just gotten out the shower. Your skincare was freshly done and you were applying your night body moisturizers. You hadn’t forgot that Michael said he’ll call you, you just weren’t worried if it didn’t end up happening. Michael was a busy boy and you were just a girl from Encino.

Back with Michael, he was worried that he had been making you wait too long, maybe he shouldn’t call. What if you had fallen asleep already? But then again it was only 9:30. Maybe you slept early? All these thoughts clouding his mind were just another minute wasted when he could’ve been on the phone with you.

Michael took a deep breath, he could do this. His first late night call with a pretty girl..yea he can do this.

Michael made sure to dial your number correctly, not wanting to have any mishaps. The phone rung three times before you picked up, “hello?”

“hi (name)..it’s me, Michael. Sorry if I kept you waiting for my call.”

“oh no, don’t worry Michael! I was just putting on my pajamas when you called.”

“o-oh well alright..so, how was your day after we parted ways?”

“It was alright, just running some more errands. My mama had me pick up some groceries for dinner, then I just came home, you?”

“Ah, well after we said goodbye, I came home as well. Practiced a bit with my brother…the usual.”

Ი︵𐑼

You and Michael talked on the phone for hours. You didn’t end up hanging up until two in the morning. He asked you about your family, friends, where you grew up, etc. You told him, of course, he was new friend and obviously wanted to get to know you. You told him about your two younger siblings, your closest friends, anything he asked you answered basically. During your call, you guys ended up finding out you were neighbors, and Michael was ecstatic. He was so happy to be so close to you.

Michael loved every minute of you guy’s call, when you claimed you were tired he was a bit upset, but understanding, it was late and you had to be up for work and he had to be up for rehearsals. The second the line on your end went dead, Michael already missed you.

i’m He missed your voice, your giggles, even your yawns when you claimed you weren’t tired and continued to listen to him talk. He had never felt this way before about anyone, it was like he never wanted to let you go.

And he wasn’t planning to.

a/n: I experienced major writers block doing this and restarted like three timessss, i hope you guys like it!!

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[neopolitandoll]

𑣲 . KISS ME MORE — drabble

𑣲 . pairing: thriller!michael x black!lovergirl!reader

𑣲 . synopsis: you can’t stop kissing michael and he doesn’t want you to ! m.list

can you kiss me more ?

You were always an affectionate person. It came from the household you grew up in! Your mom showered you with love everyday and your dad gave you forehead kisses every time he saw you.

So, of course, you showed your love with kisses.

Laid up in michael’s bedroom, your head on his chest as his hand absentmindedly rubbed circles on your waist.

The TV was playing Lady & The Tramp, one of Michael’s favorites movies. Michael was focused on the movie, but you were focused on him.

His eyes.

His jawline.

His lips.

You loved everything about your man.

It was like your lips had a mind of their own when they made their way to his jawline, as your hand move to hold the other side of his face.

You pressed soft, light kisses, not wanting to distract him from the movie.

But everything you do distracted Michael.

You felt him smile as you pressed another loving kiss to his face, not caring that the movie was still playing, all his attention was now on you.

“Tink..what you doin girl?”

“mm, nothing…” peck.

You loved every part of your man, but you wanted more.

You moved yourself on top of him, straddling his lap. Michael placed his hands on your thighs, feeling them up until they rested on your hips.

You stared at him for a few moments, admiring his features.

Michael felt his face heating up, removing his hand from your hips and putting them on his face. “Tink stop staring at me…”

You remove his hands from his face as you lean down to press a kiss on his nose.

“I’m sorry mikey..”

Then you kiss him again, this time on his forehead.

Then his right cheek.

Then his left.

His chin.

His eyelids.

The corners of his mouth.

“c’mon mama..”

“hm? what’s wrong mikey?”

“You teasin’ me…kiss me f’real.”

You let out a little laugh, placing your hands on michael’s face and giving him a sweet kiss on his lips.

Michael’s hands find your waist again, resting there for a bit until he starts to move them up your back.

You move your hands from his face to his chest, pulling away from the kiss, but michael chases after your lips, whining because of the sudden emptiness he felt.

“why’d you stop tink?”

Oh he was so cute.

You smile, ignoring his question and lean down to connect your lips with his again, to which he instantly melts in to.

a/n: a little something for yall while i work on my series

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[diananniee]

thinking about the potential some of my one shots have as a series

[nadacarcan]

my drafts keep growing…

[neopolitandoll]

𑣲 . 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖥𝖠𝖫𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖨𝖭 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

𑣲 . pairing: black!fem!reader x older!j5 - thriller era!michael

𑣲 . synopsis: After Michael and his family moved to Encino, California, he sees you while shopping at the toy store. After you don’t bat an eye at him, he needs to know more.

𑣲 . content: neighbors michael and reader, hopelessly in love michael, oblivious reader, somewhat slow burn, potential angst, overall fluff, michael’s brothers teasing him, j*e jackson cameo !

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𑣲 . more chapters tba ….

a/n: hi cuties, ik i haven’t posted anything in a while so this is my apology/make up writings! first chapter will be out soonnn, mwah!

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[pheebsglow]

*ೃ༄ Loose Threads

✧.* bad era! Michael x seamstress! reader

✧.* synopsis —  you were only the seamstress behind the scenes, fixing loose threads before Michael Jackson stepped into the spotlight. But somewhere between late-night rehearsals and quiet moments away from the crowd, you became the one person who saw him as more than a legend.

✧.* themes —  slow burn, mutual pining, yearning, soft! michael, comfort, angsty tension, longing, bad world tour

✧.* wc — 1,5k

✧.* note — first fic so it kinda sucks….. i apologize

The first thing you learned about working on tour was that nobody ever truly stopped moving. There was always something happening somewhere, always someone calling for someone else, always another problem that needed solving before the clock ran out. The backstage halls were filled with rushing footsteps, voices echoing through concrete corridors, dancers running through last-minute rehearsals, musicians checking equipment, and costume racks being pushed from one side of the arena to the other. 

Everything moved quickly, almost desperately, because everyone understood the same thing: when the lights came on, there was no room for mistakes. Thousands of people would be watching, and every single person behind the scenes carried the responsibility of making sure the illusion stayed perfect. Everyone had a purpose, everyone had a deadline, and everyone knew that one small mistake could affect hundreds of people.

Your job was to make sure the costumes never became that mistake. You fixed broken seams minutes before rehearsals, replaced missing buttons, adjusted fabrics that didn't sit quite right, and stayed long after everyone else had gone home because something needed to be perfect before the next performance. 

Most people saw the performers as untouchable figures standing beneath bright lights, larger than life and impossible to reach. But you saw everything that happened before they ever stepped onto that stage. You saw the hours of preparation, the exhaustion hidden beneath makeup, the nerves disguised by confidence, and the quiet moments where even the biggest stars were just people trying to breathe. You saw the hands shaking slightly before a performance, the deep breaths taken before walking into thousands of screaming voices, the way everyone needed someone behind them making sure things went right. You never expected one of those people to start noticing you back.

Your relationship with Michael began with something completely ordinary: a jacket. It wasn't some dramatic moment or some unforgettable first meeting that felt like it belonged in a movie. It was a loose piece of stitching near the shoulder of one of his most recognizable jackets, something small that most people wouldn't have even noticed. During rehearsal, you caught it before anyone else did, and you immediately knew it needed to be fixed before the next show. 

You stayed behind after everyone else had left, sitting alone in the costume room with nothing but the quiet hum of the arena surrounding you. The room that was usually full of noise and movement felt strangely peaceful without everyone rushing around. You expected someone from his team to come collect it later, maybe a stylist or an assistant who would thank you quickly before disappearing again. You never expected Michael himself to walk through the door.

When he entered the costume room and saw you still sitting there, needle in hand and his jacket spread carefully across your lap, his expression softened with surprise. For a moment, he simply stood there, almost as if he wasn't expecting anyone to still be awake, let alone someone who had stayed behind for him. He asked why you were still there, and you told him the truth: the jacket needed to be fixed. It was simple. It wasn't because you wanted recognition, or because you wanted something from him, or because you were trying to create a moment. It was just something that needed to be done. 

He looked at you for a little longer than necessary, like he was searching for the hidden meaning behind your answer. Like he was used to people doing things for him because they wanted something in return. When you reminded him that it was your job, he smiled quietly, but there was something almost sad behind it. Something in his eyes told you he wasn't completely convinced.

It was the first time you wondered how often people did things for him without truly caring about him. Not Michael Jackson the performer. Not the man whose face was on posters and magazines. Not the person thousands of people screamed for every night. Just Michael. The person who got tired. The person who needed someone to remind him to eat between rehearsals. The person who probably wanted, more than anything, to have a conversation where nobody expected anything from him. You didn't know him well enough to understand that yet, but you saw something in that moment that stayed with you. A kind of loneliness that didn't match the size of his fame. Someone could be surrounded by thousands of people and still have nobody who truly saw them.

After that night, he started finding small reasons to visit the costume room. At first, you convinced yourself it was just a coincidence. He needed an adjustment. He had a question about a costume piece. Someone had sent him to check something. There was always a reasonable explanation. 

But eventually, you started noticing the pattern. Sometimes he would ask your opinion on something he probably already had an answer for, like whether a certain fabric looked better under stage lights or if a jacket needed another small adjustment. Other times, he would simply stand nearby while you worked, talking about things that had nothing to do with music, performances, or the world outside. He asked about your opinions. He remembered things you mentioned days before. He listened. Really listened. And that was perhaps the most surprising thing about him.

Because when Michael was with you, he seemed different. Not like he was pretending to be someone else, but like he finally didn't have to be anyone else at all. He wasn't the person from the posters or the voice coming through the speakers or the performer who could command an entire stadium with one movement. He was just Michael, standing in a room full of fabric and thread, watching you carefully sew a loose button back into place. 

You started noticing the little things about him that nobody else seemed to mention. The way he became quieter before shows, the way he closed his eyes for a few seconds before stepping onto the stage, the way his fingers moved slightly when he was thinking. You wondered if anyone ever asked him if he was scared. You wondered if anyone ever looked at him and saw someone who could be nervous, someone who could doubt himself, someone who needed reassurance. Or if everyone simply assumed that someone like him couldn't possibly feel afraid.

The hardest part was realizing that you cared about him for reasons that had nothing to do with fame. You cared because he remembered small details about your life that most people would forget. You cared because he thanked you every single time you helped him, even when you told him it wasn't necessary. You cared because he noticed when you were tired and quietly asked if you were taking care of yourself. You cared because after a long day surrounded by hundreds of people, when everyone wanted his attention and everyone needed something from him, his eyes would search the room until they found you. And every single time it happened, you felt something tighten in your chest.

There was something almost heartbreaking about the way he looked at you in those moments. Like he wasn't searching for a person who could fix something or solve a problem. Like he was searching for the one person who made him feel normal.

You never said anything because you didn't know if you were imagining it or if you were simply seeing what you wanted to see. You didn't know if the small smiles meant anything. You didn't know if the extra conversations were just friendliness or if there was something deeper hidden beneath them. So you stayed quiet, because the last thing you wanted was to become another person who wanted something from him.

He was Michael Jackson. Someone the entire world wanted a piece of. Someone people traveled across countries to see for a few minutes beneath stage lights. Someone who had everything anyone could dream of having. And you were just the person backstage who repaired his costumes and made sure his jackets looked perfect before he walked in front of thousands of people. There was no reason he should notice you. No reason he should remember you. No reason someone like him should look at someone like you and see anything special.

But sometimes, when the arena was empty and the lights had gone dark, when the screaming crowds had disappeared and the only sound left was the quiet movement of you putting away your sewing supplies, it felt like the distance between your worlds disappeared for a little while. Sometimes he would linger longer than he needed to. Sometimes neither of you would say anything, because the silence itself felt comfortable. And those were the moments when you realized he wasn't looking at you like a worker or a stranger or someone who simply helped him get ready for a show.

He was looking at you like someone he wished he could keep close.

[diananniee]

very cute :)

[diananniee]

Hello! Could I know if only Michael is requestable or if I Can request someone else?

hihi! to answer your question i am only writing for michael at the moment, i am sorry 🥲

thank you for asking :)

[diananniee]

Give in to Me

Synopsis: Your relationship with Michael weren’t official, rather situationship. You wanted it to be official, but the universe had other plans.

Content: dangerous era! michael x rockstarreader! fluff! angst!

Author’s note: to the sweet requester, i am very sorry that I didn’t get to finish this sooner :(

Credits: Request <3

You and Michael were never officially dating, rather just on and off. It was a private thingy you both shared, and it was exhausting.

It was something that annoyed you and made you restless. You were sick of it, sick of wasting your time on a man who doesn’t even want to make anything official.

It never made any sense to you.

Whenever you were spotted with a guy in public, tabloids would switch the flip and say whatever it may seem like to them. You being spotted with someone else, made Michael jealous.

The phone calls you would receive from him was endless. On the phone, he tried to not care but then his facade slipped.

It also goes the other way around for you too. You would read headlines about Michael’s love life, and feel a wave of envy settle in the pit of your stomach.

You would ask him about it, whenever you both were alone. He would wave it off, saying that it was just what tabloids would say for money.

Until, sitting on your couch and flipping through a newspaper your eyes landed on the big headlines.

“Michael Jackson Spotted With A Woman Hugging.”

“His New Love?”

Oh you felt sick. You wanted to rip out strings of your hair, for how stupid you looked. You thought he wanted you, oh but you thought wrong. What an idiot you were.

There was another woman in the picture. But were you ever in the picture or did you just put yourself in there?

From there on out, you cut yourself from Michael’s life. You had bigger problems, like a tour you were about to go on.

On the other hand, Michael was confused.

Why did your calls not go through?

Why did it always go straight to voicemail?

Did something happen to you?

He was concerned for you, and your health. Oh he couldn’t sleep, the restless nights made him stressed out till he couldn’t take it anymore.

He wanted an answer, from you.

You were busy with touring, and trying to convince yourself Michael found someone new that kept him entertained. Your manager knew something was off, but she didn’t say anything.

You were backstage getting ready, to preform on stage infront of thousands of fans. It wasn’t anything new, you had done this too many times.

The second you stepped on stage, you heard cheers and applause. Michael was no where on your mind, because you had a job to do. Deliver a prefect performance.

The concert was amazing, until the end. You had to do a cover of one of Michael’s songs.

Before you cut off terms with Michael, he would always ask you to preform a cover on one of his songs. He loved your voice, and how you sung so passionately that he would just listen in awe.

You did the cover to satisfy your fans, not Michael.

You just loved convincing yourself Michael was never the one since the beginning, and maybe this was a way to cope with heartbreak.

The lights turned off, the crowd got silent as you held the microphone tight. The song “Give in to Me,” started to play and the crowd screamed.

You sung the song with emotions, pouring everything out. The lyrics were so perfect for the moment in your life.

“You always knew just how to make me cry.”

“And never did I ask you questions why.”

“It seems you get your kicks from hurting me.”

“Don’t try to understand me.”

“Because your words just aren’t enough.”

You sang those lines so raw, filled with emotions that even yourself was surprised. The show ended with you waving at the audience, and going backstage.

The crew members congratulated you, and you were too thankful. But then your security guard intervened and pulled you into a corner.

“Ma’am, there is someone who wants to speak to you.”

“Who?”

Instead of telling you, he just showed you.

There standing was Michael, dressed in a disguise. You didn’t need to discover who it was behind that big coat and hat because you already knew who it was.

“What do you want?” Your tone came out exhausted, instead of cold and closed off.

“Why have you been ignoring me?”

“Ignoring you? I just don’t want to continue to see someone who only views me as another woman.”

You could see him stiffened up underneath that big coat. You just stood there looking at him waiting for an answer.

“I-I am not dating another woman love-“

“Don’t call me love. You lost that privilege. I don’t think hugging another woman is considered friendly especially when it’s a private spot.”

“You’re not hearing me out. I only did it because I didn’t want any suspicion to be made about you and me.”

“Am I truly a bad thing to keep secret?”

“W-what?! No! I just don’t want anything ruined, what we have is too precious that I don’t want to share it to the public.”

You soften up a bit, as you looked at quietly. He gave you a small smile and tried to lighten up the mood.

“Your cover was good..I knew it would sound good with your voice.”

You continued to stare at him quietly. He looked ridiculous with what he is wearing, but it’s just Michael so you really didn’t mind.

Then you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his waist hugging him tightly. He lets out a soft laugh, as he hugged you back with the same amount of tightness.

You muttered against his chest, “Don’t do that again.”

“Won’t have to. I want to be your boyfriend..”

You paused for a minute, then looked up at him with wide eyes. He gave you a soft smile, but all you could do was pull him into a kiss.

©diananniee

[diananniee]

Ok so the idea is Dangerous/Invincible era MJ and Younger rockstar!Reader are in a kinda on and off situationship/relationship, and you really want to make it official but michael was seeing another woman and you end up finding out and stop talking to him because naturally your hurt and angry, and this all just so happens to be around the time where you go on tour for your concert, and like 12 shows in different country’s later you perform a song but its a cover of ‘Give in to me’ by MJ but you sing it with anger, emotion and hurt still in your heart, BUT unbeknownst to you he is in the crowd for that exact same show and when the concert ends and your backstage, your security tells you that MJ wants to see you, you can decide how she responds :3333

in the works🫡🫡

[diananniee]

Thoughtful

Synopsis: You stayed the night with your boyfriend at his studio. He suggested you go home, but you insisted you didn’t mind staying up to be with him. Until you fell asleep on the couch.

Content: off the wall era! boyfriendmichael x reader! fluff!

Author’s note: this idea came in my head omg. it is just something so sweet n short :) i finally worked on it after it has been sitting in my drafts.

“Q, what if we redo but with my voice more high pitched?” This was the 10th time you heard this coming from Michael.

You truly love him, but sometimes he just does a little too much for perfection. He sounded perfectly fine to you the last 10 takes, but what can you do to stop him?

Nothing.

Whenever he puts his mind to something, he completely consumes himself in it. There would be times where you begged him to go to sleep instead of staying up and writing lyrics.

“Smelly, this is the 10th time. My wife is gonna kill me if I go late again.”

“Q, I truly think it would sound way better if I redo it.”

“Last take for tonight m’kay?”

“Okay!”

Michael rushed over to the other side of the room, now you’re looking at him through a glass window again. He was adjusting his headphones.

This was for his song “Girlfriend,” and he wanted to perfect it. You understood that this was his very first album, so you knew how anxious and nervous he got.

You cared for him almost everyday. His worries for the album got you worried about his health. You made sure that he is fed everyday, sleeping well, and taking care of his hygiene.

After he finished his take, he rushed out to hear it again. You saw that satisfied look on his face, and you let out a relieved sigh. That look meant he was finally comfortable with the results.

The time was around 12AM, and Quincy was wrapping up his stuff.

“Look Smelly, we can work on it tomorrow. I might sleep on the couch again tonight for coming late. Y’know how my wife is.”

“Alright Q, goodnight.”

“Night Smelly.”

When Quincy left the studio, Michael immediately went back to working. But then he turned his attention to you, smiling.

“Baby, why don’t you go home? It’s late.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind staying Mikey.”

“I don’t want you to be tired in the morning. Plus I don’t want your parents to be mad at me for keeping you here this late.”

You gave him the biggest eye roll, and leaned back on the couch. “Oh please. If anything, I should be worried about you. My parents, are fine.”

“Seriously baby, I do not want you missing any sleep because of me. You need to go home and sleep.”

“Mikey. How can I be sure you are going to sleep? I don’t trust you when it comes to sleep.”

Michael let out a sigh, as he nodded. He knew you were right, and you were sure damn stubborn. No matter how many arguments or debates, he always surrounded.

So he knew it would be pointless for him to try and convince you. It felt like kicking the ground expecting it to move or shake.

Time passed as the clock ticked to 2AM.

For the last hour, you were reading magazines and talking to Michael trying to ease your boredom. But then exhaustion and tiredness kicked in. At first, you tried to fight it but it won in the end.

A yawn you were holding back finally escaped your mouth, and Michael immediately turned to look at you.

“Are you tired baby?”

You shook your head as you sat up straight looking at him. He bit back a giggle and got off his chair. He left your sight for a minute just to appear the next second holding a pillow and a blanket.

He handed you the pillow and blanket, while you helped yourself making yourself comfortable.

“I am not going to sleep Mikey. I am just going to lay down and watch you.”

“Never said you were going to sleep, but alright baby.”

You tried to shake off your sleepiness, but your eyelids felt heavy and you fell asleep. Once Michael heard just your soft breathing he smiled to himself.

He turned towards you, fixing your blanket making sure you’re warm. Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead, nose, cheek, and the top of your head.

He already knew he was going to have to deal with you talking his ears off about his sleeping habits. As long as it was you, it was worth every second of it.

©diananniee

[diananniee]

A True Fairytale

Synopsis: You and Michael had been friends since the night you found him looking lonely. The both you met, spoke, and lost contact. Eventually, the 2 souls found each other again.

Content: thriller-bad era! michael x dancerreader! fluff! angst!

Author’s note: this was a request from a sweet reader! i put a lot of love into this for you to enjoy :) this was LONGG and took me hours omg.

Credits: Request <3

Your late night walks was something to clear your head, and heart.

Sometimes whenever your heart feels too heavy to handle or thoughts consuming you, a walk helps.

But this certain night wasn’t like the walks you ever took.

Your hands shoved inside your pockets as you walked around the neighborhood. You weren’t dressed your best, just a sweater and a pair of denim shorts.

The neighborhood was quiet, calm, and peaceful. It was what you always needed to clear your head after a stressful day.

As you continue to walk, you saw a man walking along with a llama? A llama?! You froze in your steps as you stood there trying to figure out if this man is walking his llama or you’re just hallucinating it.

But before you even got a chance to get a closer look, the llama was infront of you with the man beside it.

You looked at the man and realized it was Michael Jackson. His family lives down the street, and you spoke to his mother a couple of times.

You heard on radios and read newspapers about the new album “Thriller,” he came out with. Honestly everyone spoke about it, but you were too lost with your own passion in dancing.

“H-Hi, I noticed you were walking alone..and maybe I thought you were lonely.” His voice cut you out of your thoughts, and you felt your cheeks turning hot.

You must look like a creep standing here looking at his llama in the eyes while being lost in your thoughts. Your eyes flickered up to meet his eyes, giving him a slyly smile.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to stare too long at your llama!”

You could hear him laugh softly as he shook his head. “No worries. I am pretty sure Louie didn’t mind.”

You both introduced yourselves, and you got pretty comfortable walking with Michael and his llama. The night wore on, and the conversations went on as well.

Until you noticed the time on your watch, it was getting late.

“Michael, it was nice talking to you. But it’s getting late, and I have a dance session tomorrow-“

“Dance session?! You dance?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, I don’t want to take up any more of your time..I-I would be here if you need someone to talk to. Always.”

“That is sweet Michael. Really. Don’t worry, I believe we will talk soon again. Maybe tomorrow night?”

“Yeah!- I mean of course..!”

You smiled softly at Michael then moved your eyes to Louie. You pat Louie’s head, as you said goodnight to Michael and Louie.

You see, tomorrow night with Michael never came.

You wanted to spend time with him but you can’t. Technically, you were dismissed by his father.

The morning after the night of speaking to Michael, you were on the porch infront of his house wanting to talk to him. But Joseph told you that he didn’t like distractions or anything that will be getting in the way of success.

You never forgot Michael. He was someone you met and spoke to for a quiet a bit. You didn’t know much about him, other than the fact he was a basically famous but you knew he was a bit older than you and very soft spoken.

Couple of months past, and you are walking late at night again.

You brought a gift wrapped beautifully, along with a letter that expressed that you were moving soon and you wanted to stay in contact. You didn’t see him, or his llama.

An hour flew by, and you basically walked in every part of the neighborhood just to be met with no Michael or Louie.

Maybe, you should stop by in the morning to ask with Katherine.

The sun was just rising, and you were dressed getting ready to go to your dance session. As you did your hair, you read the sticky note on your mirror.

“Stop by the Jackson’s residence tomorrow morning!”

You immediately grabbed your gift and rushed out of your room.

The adrenaline was running high just standing infront of Michael’s house. Your heart raced a bit, as you bit the inside of your cheek. You gripped onto the gift as you heard someone approaching the door.

As soon as the door opened, you were met with Katherine. Her warm smiled calmed your nerves down.

“Hi Mrs. Jackson! U-uh..is Michael here?”

“Oh sweetheart..he left with his brothers to go on tour.”

You stood there with wide eyes, as you just looked at her but then you slowly nodded.

“For about how long now.?”

“2 weeks ago.”

She gave you an apologetic smile, as you smiled back softly walking away. 2 weeks? What in the world?! But who are you to blame? It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t had a choice.

Life went on.

By the end of the month, you were getting ready to leave. You were still in the state of course, but you were at least 4 hours away from your home.

You said goodbye to your parents, and took one last glance at the neighborhood you grew up in. You did stopped by the Jackson’s residence to say your goodbye to Louie and to the ladies in the house.

A new and bigger chapter is awaiting for you.

It was the end of year 1984, and the Jackson brothers had just made it back home. During the tour, Michael was thinking about you.

He couldn’t help but feel upset that you never showed up again that night, a night you promised. He felt your absence as a way of rejection.

But despite that, during the tour and different places he visited he brought you a gift.

It was a cute bunny stuff animal, because that night you chatted for a bit he remember you mentioned something about bunnies. He even brought a pink bow for its ears.

As soon as he arrived back to Hayvenhurst, he immediately went to your house. Knocking on the door excitedly, while smiling. Your mom opened the door giving Michael a smile in return.

“What brings you here Michael?”

“By chance..is your daughter home?”

“Oh, I supposed you didn’t hear. She moved out of our home because she got a new job.”

“I-I didn’t know..when did she move out?”

“Around the end of July.”

It was December.

His grip on the bunny loosened as he smiled at your mother. As he walked back to his own home, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

He had planned so many things with you, just for you to leave?

Few years went by, you became a well known dancer and performer. You even got yourself a manager who helped you along the way.

Michael sometimes passed your mind like a thought, and maybe just a feeling. A feeling you missed. You didn’t know him for that long, why did it bother you like an itch you didn’t scratch?

You read newspaper about him and his success. Brooke Shields and him was the topic for as long as you knew. You were happy for him, truly.

At least he had someone he could talk to, you convince yourself for the most part.

You were currently eating an apple, while reading the newspaper. Until your telephone rang, you rushed over and picked it up.

“Hi girl! It’s Beth.” Beth, was your manager and your bestfriend. She was the one who helped you settled in when you first arrived at this new part of town.

“Hey Beth, what’s up?”

“You won’t believe it! Some agency reached out and was willing to pay such a good amount of money for you to be apart of this music video. As someone’s love interest.”

“W-what?! Why all of a sudden?”

“Oh cmon girl, you are very talented no duh!”

“Beth..”

“No girl! I won’t let you miss out on such a good opportunity like this!”

“Beth! What if it’s a scam?!”

“It’s not!” “You don’t know that-“

“Well I know for one thing that you will get paid good!”

“Fine!”

“Good!”

You sighed and placed the telephone back in the holder. Music video. Not acting. Got it.

Few days passed, and now here you are. Standing next to Beth infront of where the rehearsal was supposed to be. You made sure to dress to look good enough, not too fancy but enough to make a good impression.

As soon as you walked inside, you saw a lot of people. Crew members, and you assume other people who were apart of the music video.

But what you didn’t expect to see was Michael Jackson himself standing there talking to some guy.

Oh my lord.

You wanted to grab Beth and flee from this. The second your eyes locked, your heart stopped. You waved shyly, as he walked towards you with a soft shy smile.

“H-Hi Michael..”

“Long time no see.”

“Yeah, it’s been awhile. How are you doing hm?”

“Doing well. You?”

“Good.”

“Well, cmon. Let’s get warmed up.”

You were playing his love interest in the music video, “The Way You Make Me Feel.”

He placed his hand on your back leading you to everyone. You were pretty shy, still trying to figure out what to say or even do.

First few days were you learning dance moves, getting comfortable on set. After that, was tension between you and Michael. The chemistry was there, and the giggles after that.

Michael, well he was head over heels for you. He couldn’t help it, because you were still the same girl he met back at Hayvenhurst. You both didn’t get to properly build anything, but that interaction carried with him throughout the rest of his life.

He still questioned why you didn’t show up that night, but he is just thankful to be in your presence after all this time again.

One night after everyone left rehearsal, you and Michael stayed back. You were both sitting on the floor of the rehearsal room, and catching up. But then he turned to you, and suddenly the tension became tight.

“May I ask..why did you not show up that night?”

“Oh. Your father told me he didn’t want me around you..because he thought I was gonna get in the way.”

“Of course..he does that a lot. I am sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. Before I left Hayvenhurst, I tried to find you again. But you were already off to tour, and I just admitted that nothing was meant to happen.”

He nodded in silence then he moved his hand to place it above yours looking into your eyes. “Maybe..something will happen this time.”

“Was this why you wanted me to play your love interest mister?” You teased as you leaned in his face. He suddenly felt shy and looked away.

“M-maybe. Maybe not.”

Your relationship grew during rehearsals, and blossomed into something that was meant to be blossomed since the start. You moved in to live with him at some point. Eventually, you were someone’s fiancé.

From dating, to getting engaged at neverland, and married at a rented out Disneyland.

You wouldn’t believe yourself from years ago if you told yourself that you married the boy who was walking his llama around Hayvenhurst during the night.

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