Description ᢉ𐭩: You’ve reached your breaking point with your boyfriend, Michael, but when you move on to a new boyfriend, his regret surfaces..
(Inspired by the song ‘I Want You Back’ by The Jackson 5)
Tags ᢉ𐭩: Michael Jackson x reader, Marlon Jackson x reader, cheating, fighting, reader is referred to as “baby”/“angel”/“mama”, intimacy, yearning, proofread
Authors’ note ᢉ𐭩: This is my FIRST time writing a fic! Please have mercy on me!!
and creds to @halotings for helping me edit and proofread!
You and Michael had been dating for MONTHS, just 3 away from making 1 year. The two of you met in elementary school, you spent every minute of every day with each other, you were best friends, inseparable.
It wasn’t until freshman year of high school, you started to notice a different side of Michael. He grew chivalrous towards you. He wasn’t the playful, rowdy, silly best friend you grew up with ever since you both were 5, he was a gentleman.
It went from small acts like complimenting your hair and your outfits, to hugs and pecks on the cheek. To you, it felt like the best friend you began to secretly develop a crush on, but would never tell, was finally starting to come to his senses and realize his ‘Mrs. Right’ was in front of him the whole time.
According to him, he swore he didn’t have feelings for you, but deep down, he knew it would drive him crazy to see you in the arms of someone else, to see another man make you laugh just as hard, if not, harder than he made you laugh, to see you dress yourself up to make another man fall weak around you. Well, while that was true, that all changed the summer after senior year…
“What the hell, Michael?” you shouted at him, finding yourself completely appalled at his rude behavior. After two years of incessant flirting, playing hard to get, and denying school-wide accusations of the two of you being in a relationship with each other, you guys made it official first semester of senior year.
You’d assume someone you’ve known for years would treat you better than this.
“You need to calm down, love, it was just a stupid kiss, it’s not like it meant anything.”
“You know what, I’m sick of this. I don’t even know why I’m arguing with you. This is stupid. I’m so done” you rebutted, walking away from Michael, you head for the front door of his Encino mansion.
“What are you trying to say?” quickly following behind you, his brows furrow.
“I’m tired, Michael. You treat me like I’m not even your girl, like I’m not even human. I have feelings. I’ve wanted you for so long and I thought you felt the same. What even is this? Did you get with me to protect your ego? To make you feel like more of the man you barely are?” you
“See, you always have to go there—“ he snapped, “you make things a bigger deal than they are. You know when I’m on tour. I have to interact with my fans, entertain them, that’s my job.” his sorry explanation only infuriates you more
You feel the tears welling up in your eyes, causing everything to blur. Your heart begins beating out of your chest and your body temperature is rapidly rising.
The lump in your throat renders you speechless for a moment.
“Ohh okay, I get it.” , you fired back, “so the cheating on me, the not-wanting-to-be-seen-with-me-in-public, the eye rolls, the general disinterest, the brushing me off, is all part of the gig, huh? That’s what gets you the checks, hm? Whatever, man”
“I swear if you walk away from me-“
grabbing your arm, he stops you in your tracks.
His firm, commanding grip almost makes you rethink what you’re about to do.
Not even letting him finish his sentence, you yank your arm from his tight grasp.
You walk out the door. You’ve finally hit your breaking point.
A few weeks passed since you and Michael broke up.
It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Full of tears, stress eating, binge watching classic films and rom-coms, emptied boxes of Kleenex and balled up tissues flooded your room. You had practically drowned in your sorrows.
After hours of bed rotting, you crawl out of the bed and shuffle your way to the shower.
You opened your closet to look for something to wear. You grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a pink lace camisole with a dainty bow in the front.
Before you head for the shower, you grab a vinyl from and place it on your record player, you figured slow songs and singing in the shower would help cheer you up.
You turn the record player up to full volume, You Got It All by The Jets plays.
You turn on the shower and step in as your bathroom is clouded with steam. You sang along as you bathed.
After 5, sappy, emotional songs, you step out and get dressed in your cool, comfy clothes. You tie your hair up into a messy bun and put on your glasses lastly.
Your turn down the record player as you head for the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat. As you open the fridge, the doorbell rings.
“Huh?” , you questioned, not expecting any guests, especially considering your parents were on vacation and you were home alone. You didn’t call any of your friends over either.
As you head for the door, the mere thought of Michael being at your front door, begging for forgiveness crossed your mind.
You open the door and to your complete surprise, it was Michael’s brother, Marlon.
He stood there, a nervous smile and a beautiful bouquet of flowers. What could this possibly mean?
“Hey, angel, I brought you something.” He motions the bouquet of flowers to you, signaling for you to take them.
You know you just got out of a relationship, not to mention, with his brother, but man, he looks so good.
You unintentionally, look at him from head to toe as you receive the unexpected gift.
He wore a light blue button down, unbuttoned at the top with a white undershirt, jeans and white Reeboks.
His hair was curly and slightly disheveled and his mustache had grown, making him look more mature.
“H-hi, Marlon..what are you doing here?” You take the flowers and take a quick peak outside the door looking around for answers.
“I’m sorry, I just figured you were going through a rough time. I heard you and Mike broke up a couple weeks ago.”
“Oh..yeah.. we did.” Your heart sank, almost as if hearing his name reopened a wound you knew hadn’t yet healed.
“Please, come in. I’m sorry.” You step to the side, making way for him to enter your home.
You walked ahead of him leading you both into the kitchen.
You place your new flowers into a vase and run cold water onto the stems to let them sit.
You notice Marlon’s eyes are glued onto you, you quickly look away out of embarrassment, as you feel yourself starting to blush.
“Baby, on behalf of Michael, I really am sorry. He was a jerk to you and you didn’t deserve that.” your breathing quietly hitched, his words did something to you. “You deserved to be treated with love and care.” He rubs your back in an attempt to comfort you. As much as you’d hate to admit, you liked it, you liked it a lot. His touch felt perfect.
You’d also hate to admit that toward the end of you and Michael’s relationship, being around Marlon gave you butterflies in your stomach. Not only did you grow up with Michael, but you grew up with Marlon too.
Being at the Jackson’s house frequently, you’d play with Michael and Marlon, given you all were one year apart in age, you enjoyed playing the same games, watching the same movies, and talking about the same things. The three of you had nearly the same interests.
You developed a secret and shameful crush on him, even while being involved with Michael, but you’d never admit it.
Michael pushing you away only drew your heart closer to Marlon.
“Thank you, Marlon. I really appreciate that.” you feel your eyes beginning to tear up.
“I don’t know what happened,” you continued, “it’s like, ever since Michael started touring, the girls have been all over him. They love him and they’re all so beautiful. I just can’t compete.”
“Baby, please tell me you don’t really believe that. Do you know how beautiful you are? Any man would be out of his mind to let you get away, I can guarantee you, Michael doesn’t realize what he lost.” tears began to run down your cheek as you listened to his words.
“Marlon, I...don’t know what to say.“
you began to back away from him, he slowly advances toward you. You step backwards until your back hits the wall.
“You don’t need to say anything else” he slowly wipes your tears away.
He moves his index finger and thumb to your chin and lifts your head up to meet his lips with yours.
One quick, innocent kiss turned into a messy, full-blown makeout session.
Your mind is racing at this point, confused as to what’s happening.
Your confusion quickly turned into pleasure as you realize you’re making out with your secret crush, the brother of your ex who you secretly wanted all this time.
The kiss feels so right, it comes naturally to the both of you. Your eyes began to roll back.
His lips slowly move from yours, slowly sliding past your cheek, grazing your jawline and moving down until he reached your neck.
He moves your head to the side to give him better access.
You flinched, you were surprised by his boldness.
“Marlon- oh my g- ..please don’t stop”
He groaned in response, the vibration on your skin makes your knees weak.
Feeling the immense weight of pleasure that had taken over you, you slowly move your hand to the back of his head to guide him deeper into your neck.
His hands began to roam. Starting at your shoulders, tracing down the silhouette of your body.
Both of his hands find your waist and he pulls you even closer to him, his grip is so firm and certain. He was starving for you.
One hand finds its way up your shirt but then, he pulls away.
“What am I doing?!!” The realization hits him
“Oh my goodness, please, Marlon I’m so sorry.” you quickly adjust your shirt and your hair
“No no, it’s not your fault at all, you just- you looked so beautiful and… I don’t know, I just got carried away.”
“You know, Marlon, I always had a thing for you..”
“Really? I did too. I mean I still do. Every time you’d come over, I couldn’t help but think about how good we’d look together, I don’t know.” you were shocked by his confession.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss you, the way I did just now” he continues, pacing in short cadences in front of you, trying to collect his thoughts.
“I’d lay in my bed, dreaming of you saying my name the way you did just now. I guess at some point, I grew jealous of Michael. I wanted you. I still do.” he makes his final admission.
“I can’t believe you’re admitting all of this, Marlon, I can’t believe what we just did.” you respond.
“I know…so what do we do now?” he questions, fidgeting with his hands, desperately trying to make sense of the situation.
“Well um, I better get going. I’ll call you” he gives you a quick peck on the cheek as he heads for the door”
“Bye, mama” the name made your stomach flutter
It’s been 2 days since the unexpected visit from Marlon. You still haven’t receive a call from him yet.
You lie in your bed surfing the tv for something to watch. You finally decide to watch a VHS tape of The Breakfast Club, one of your favorite movies.
As you get up to pop a bowl of popcorn, your telephone rings.
“Hey, mama” you immediately recognized Marlon’s voice
Your heart skipped a beat.
“Sounds like someone’s happy, glad you’re feeling better. I wanted to call you to see if you’d wanna go to dinner tonight, 7pm?”
“I’ve got nothing better to do, I’d love to.”
“Sounds good. Wear your nicest dress. I want to take you somewhere special. I’ll see you then, mama”
Marlon was steaming his suit, he wanted to look extra nice for you.
“Wow Marlon, you look sharp” Michael said, “Who’s the mystery girl”
“Haha, thanks man. She isn’t exactly a mystery though, I think you’re very familiar with her.”
“Are you serious, Marlon?!” Michael snapped, his eyes full of rage. “What’s wrong with you? That’s my girl, what are you doing messing around with her???”
“YOUR girl? Man please.” Marlon scoffed, pushing Michael’s fury aside, belittling his anger.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Michael questioned
“Mike, you treated her like garbage, all she wanted from you was a little love and you couldn’t even give her that. She was nothing but nice to your cheating behind.”
Michael instantly felt a wave of regret, realizing that the girl he wanted for so long had been begging for his love and attention, but he let the girls attracted to his fame get to him.
The room began to spin, Michael felt like the biggest jerk ever. He was too afraid to show his vulnerability by admitting he’d been missing you like crazy ever since you walked out of his life. He misses you.
He pushed away the one person who loved him for him. Not his money, not his fame, not his looks, but his heart.
You’d been confiding in his brother ever since you hit your breaking point with Michael. That cut him deeply.
All Michael felt he needed was one more chance to show you that he loves you.
He was too late. Marlon has your heart.
“Have a goodnight bro” he pats Michael on the back, snapping out him out of his trance.
You began putting the final touches on your makeup before you heard the doorbell.
You wore a fitted white dress and black ballet flats. Your hair was curled and your makeup accentuated your features.
You opened the door to see Marlon dressed in a black and white tuxedo with a lily on his lapel , again, he had a bouquet of flowers for you.
“Wow, baby you look beautiful.”
“Thank you so much, you look handsome yourself.”
He gave you a kiss on the cheek and you both left for the night.
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