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hello!! everyone i dont have a lot of followers haha buttt..! i am switching accounts! my new tumblr is goldennpalimpsest it looks the same and the user is almost the same but with 2 n’s i will be active on it on my pc and on my phone and will be posting from there!
looks like this! just so you guys know! i will not be posting from this account anymore!
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dangerous era
invincible era
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victory day ⎯ june 13th, 2005.
“I love the waterparks! I wish I could do that more often these days but I’m allergic to the sunlight. I really can’t go in the sun without an umbrella but then there are the times when you’re just like, it looks like so much fun and you just say ‘forget it’ I’m going. I have to do this!” -Michael Jackson
it’s honestly so disturbing seeing people create group chats with family members and partners of people involved with the michael movie just to ask invasive and inappropriate questions. being a fan does not give anyone the right to cross personal boundaries or make others uncomfortable.
i genuinely don’t understand what goes through someone’s mind to think this behavior is okay. these are real people with private lives, not characters for entertainment. if you’re making someone’s fiancée feel uncomfortable for the sake of your own curiosity, maybe it’s time to step back and reevaluate what you’re doing. admiring someone’s work is one thing, but disrespecting the people around them is another.
some of you seriously need to remember that celebrities and their families don’t owe you access to their personal lives. this kind of behavior is weird, invasive, and honestly disgusting!!!
probably gonna delete this later but this whole baenation thing is genuinely the corniest mess i’ve ever witnessed, like you’re out here harassing people you don’t even know in a groupchat and dragging the jackson family into it for absolutely no reason, and there is just no way anyone involved is over sixteen because the things i’ve been hearing are actually the weirdest, most embarrassing things imaginable. you need fucking jobs, you need to clock in, you need hobbies that don’t involve bullying strangers online. no, i don’t agree with maddie’s views, but asking her for sex tapes and doxxing her is insane behaviour, like you cannot be that dense in the head, it’s genuinely unsettling. you can kiss that second movie or any future work from jaafar goodbye if this is the energy surrounding the fandom. and now there’s a new one called the jacknation, like holy shit what is actually going on you guys are boooooreddd and sad !!!!
people are actually sick. theres NO fucking way yall are doing this. yall are disrespectful and disgusting.
cupcakeprincezz explained what these “people” are doing and how what their doing is so wrong perfectly.
off the wall era michael jackson x girlfriend reader
summary: the bright and sunny morning after your sleepover with michael at his hayvenhurst home, you both try to make pancakes together and someone burns a whole stack and michael blames it on the stove. then after, he pushes you in for a surprise…!
contains!: shenanigans, playful teasing, humor, playful and soft michael, and soft kisses.
enjoy my baes!♡
the day began with a soft morning light, filling michaels room. yesterday he invited you over to his house for a sleepover. you truly think you had the best night of your whole entire life. you spent the whole day yesterday watching movies, playing all sorts of games, hugging, and making out. and during the movie you swore you wouldnt fall asleep but your eyes started to fight with yourself and you couldnt help it and you drifted off, your head resting on his chest. you dont know what happened next but all you know is you fell asleep on the coach and you woke up in his fluffy sheets on his huge bed and the sunlight sitting right on your silky brown hair making it warm. you roll over to look right next to you and there michael was. already looking at you and admiring you.
he mumbled “good morning darling.” while smiling slightly.
“good morning” you said while your cheeks were warming up and he obviously noticed and started smiling even more.
“you told me you wouldn’t fall asleep during the movie” he spoke quietly while he chuckled a little. god he looked so cute.
you laughed slightly, “i couldn’t help my self! we were watching a movie so boring i literally forgot what it was!”
he breathed out a smile and reached for your hands and cradled them in his own, and leaned in, the space between you two barely there.
“oh my god michael! you better not! i havent brushed my teeth yet!” you cover your lips with your hands and his lips curved into a smile.
“Y/N, i seriously do not care.” and moved your soft hands and leaned in like he couldn’t help himself and kissed you. as he pulled away, you felt your expression pull into a smile.
“now lets go brush our teeth?” you teased.
he started to ease himself out of bed. and so did you and after you both brushed your teeth, you both slowly made your way down the grand staircase. and he reminded you “ohh!, remember when we both wanted to make pancakes”
you smiled and replied, “oh yeah! lets make them today” you saw his cheeks flush and he quickly turned away after that pretending to be admired by the chandelier sparkling in the california sun.
you entered the beautiful kitchen that was glowing under the sunlight, you made the batter and yes, you. you. made the batter while michael was laying down on the counter right next to you trying to think of a song name.
he obviously starts to get overwhelmed and starts talking faster and faster, “ugh i just cant get it! its in my head bu-”
you cut him off putting the whisk down, looking into his eyes and you quip, “michael you think of it later! now im done with the batter” you lift the bowl and tilt it to show him “come help me cook these.” he stands up grabs a spatula and starts to flip pancakes with you. your pancakes seem perfect and your focus is on your own pan but it breaks when he says “genuinely, how are you doing that?” you look over at his pan and his pancakes are burnt to a crisp. you look up at his face and hes already looking at you with that upside down smile, he always does when he trying not to burst out laughing. you start to look at him with that same exact smile and suddenly the kitchen howled with laughter it was so loud you think you heard tito let out a huge groan with frustration blended into it. you immediately stop and look over at michael and finally say “look lemme show you how to not burn your pancakes”
“i swear its not me its the stove!” he laughed in defeat
you giggled as you playfully pushed him to the side, “right right”
you demonstrate how to do it and whispered under your breath “here” you give off a light smile and hand him the spatula.
about 3 minutes later
you peek over at his hands doing it all correctly
you gave a teasing smile “ohh so it was the stove that burnt those right?” and then you look at his pretty face with the curls softly bouncing and laying against his forehead, and you make striking eye contact with him.
he grinned, “okay! lets go eat breakfast?”
you both go to the table and eat breakfast. when your done you make sure you leave a lot of pancakes for the rest of the family for when they wake up, leaving the whole house smelling like pancakes and maple syrup.
“lets so get some fresh air?” you asked
“oh yeah great idea” he answered
you opened the back door leading into the huge backyard with the pool and a vivid green lawn michael behind you following.
you say gently “god its so beautiful outside”
he catches up to you and grabs your hand, but not aggressively, gently like he’s afraid to hurt you. and laced his fingers with yours. you lean down against his arm as you guys walk near the pool. as you walk up to touch the pool water to see if its hot or cold and without a warning you feel his hand leaving yours and then suddenly you feel two hands on your back knocking you into the pool.
you scream. loudly. mad but also laughing, “MICHAEL! WHAT THE HELL?”
he stands there and laughs, before you knew it hes running towards you and jumps into the pool with you, he rises up from the water and lunges towards you into a hug you are both out of breath and laughing without stopping, he pulls away from the hug and he leans in and kisses you, like hes been holding it back. his taste still with a hint of maple syrup.the aura around you two smells like a mix of chlorine, a vibrant mix of spices and even a delicate trace of fresh lemon with musk. mixing with even more chlorine and vanilla and with a whisper of pear and spun sugar from you. the moment felt magical, almost unreal. wait no, not almost it felt unreal
he stares into your soul and affectionately lets out a voice barely above a whisper “i love you Y/N, i love you so so much.”
the pool water still circling around you two. its cold, but with michael it feels warm.
you look down slightly and say with a light touch in your voice “and theres no words to describe how much i love you michael.” you look up again
he closes the distance between you two and places his lips with quiet intensity.
▷ in sickness and in health
badera!michael jackson x reader
summary: after finishing his tour and coming home, he is completely worn out leading to a night of caretaking
a/n: thank you so much for the love on my last ff, hope you enjoy this just as much! (pls leave a comment i’m lonely over here)
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It should have been one of the happiest days of your life, seeing your boyfriend after spending nearly three months away from each other as he went away on tour, the nearly daily phone call having to suffice for his lack of presence. You'd gotten yourself glammed up, a fresh bouncy blowout, a light smokey eye and a shiny pink lipgloss decorating your lips. You had even used that super fancy lotion Michael had loved on you, and to top it all off, a cute pink babydoll dress under the champagne coloured silk robe. The candles had been lit around the house, creating a warm ambience, even the staff had gone home in order to leave you and your boyfriend to have some alone time.
Sitting impatiently in the living room by the door, you waited to hear the familiar sound of the key turning and clicking open. As soon as that key clicked, you were up on your feet, bound towards the front door, nearly slipping on the freshly polished tiles from your sudden movements.
However, what shocked you wasn't the sight of your beloved boyfriend with open arms, it was Bill holding him up with an arm around his waist as Michael's head dipped forward in complete and utter exhaustion. "Oh my gosh, Michael...", your hand quickly being placed over your mouth before rushing towards the two men in order to guide him towards the comfy couch you were previously sitting on.
Once he was situated onto the couch, you turned towards Bill, thanking him for his help before escorting him to the front door, gently closing and locking the door behind him. Running back to the living room, your heart broke to see your beloved boyfriend staring back at you with such a drained look in his eye, but still trying to smile at the sight of you. "Y/N, I missed you so much.." He tried to move his body to stop him from slumping on the couch, "Don't worry about me, I'll- I'll be fine"
You stared at him in disbelief for a second, fine? are you looking at the right person here? "Baby, you are totally drained! Let me just take care of you tonight.", you argued. He went to argue, he hated when people fussed over him. You cut him off just as quickly, "Please, Mikey.."
The finality in your tone made him surrender. Who knew his lady could be so serious when she's all dolled up for him. You knelt down, gently sliding his loafers off of his feet and placing them neatly underneath the marble coffee table so he wouldn't trip over them.
Hoisting him up by his large hands, you pulled his arm through your hooked elbow to help guide him up the stairs. "One step at a time, lovely. Careful, careful" you muttered under your breathe. Finally stepping through the threshold of your shared bedroom, you gently sat him down on the corner of the bed, pulling out his comfiest pyjamas from the dresser and carefully laying them out on the bed beside him.
"Let me run you a bath, just wait here a minute, okay?", you softly kissed his forehead before turning on your heel towards the en suite bathroom. You lit the candles, ran the warm water and added the lavender scented bubble bath into it, something you specifically bought him for his insomnia. You turned towards the small radio in the corner of the bathroom, turning the dial on and towards the radio station that specifically only played jazz music without any commentary.
"Michael, come now, the bath is ready for you", you smiled. He walked sluggishly towards you, gradually shedding his clothes with each step before stopping in front of you only in his trousers.
"Thank you for taking care of me and not leaving me behind" he whispered, his lips meeting yours in a soft, intimate moment. "Baby, it's not everyday you let me look after you like this, I'm taking advantage of it", laughing quietly whilst staring into his eyes. He smiled before walking past you into the bathroom, undressing and sliding into the bath which was fit for a king. His head tipped back against the porcelain as the warmth soaked into his bones, a relieved sigh of content released from his lips.
You quickly slipped downstairs into the kitchen, heating the water on the stove to make him lemon and honey tea to soothe his throat. The chef had made a vegetable broth and put it in the fridge incase of an emergency where Michael had worn out his voice. Thankful for their future thinking, you poured the soup into a pan and placed it on the stove to heat up. As the kettle began to whistle, you put the sliced lemon and honey into his Disney mug before pouring the boiling water over it, allowing the lemon and honey to blend together whilst you poured the broth into a soup bowl.
After placing it onto a tray, you carefully carried it up to the bedroom. Michael had already made his way out of the bath and into his pyjamas, resting on top of the covers on the bed, his back against the headboard as he scrolled through the television at the end of the bed, eventually settling on a old movie he enjoyed watching. He caught the movement at the door, turning his head towards you as you walked in, gently placing the tray on the bed.
"Oh, baby... You really didn't need to do this, I would have been fine just getting in bed and going to sleep", he said quietly.
"Oh hush, let me just do this for you"
Gently picking up the hot bowl, you lifted the spoon out of the bowl before guiding it over to Michael's mouth. The corner of his lips turned up before his mouth eventually opened, the spoon slipping past before he swallowed the broth. He hummed as the warmth travelled down his sore throat, the drowsiness really beginning to kick in. You picked up the warm mug, placing it into his hands, "Drink".
After the bowl of the vegetable broth had been mostly finished and all that was left in the mug was the sliced lemon, you picked up the tray before placing it on the table beside the bedroom door. Sliding into the bathroom to wash the makeup off and brush your teeth before getting under the covers beside your boyfriend.
"I really missed this, Y/N. I've not been this comfortable since before the tour began" he said quietly as he lowered his head onto your chest.
Your fingers slid into the soft, black curls on his head, gently massaging his scalp. "Just rest now, honey, you deserve it."
He began to doze off with your hands in his hair and the movie playing faintly from the tv. A happiness blooming through his chest as he smiled. His eyelashes fluttered shut as he felt the unfamiliar sensation of being pulled into a deep sleep.
"Y/N" he whispered quietly, in a state between consciousness and deep sleep. You hummed lightly in response, your fingers continuing to play with his curls.
"Thank you for looking after me, I love you"
"I love you more, Michael"
okay so this HAS to be my fav one
off the wall era michael jackson x girlfriend reader
summary: the bright and sunny morning after your sleepover with michael at his hayvenhurst home, you both try to make pancakes together and someone burns a whole stack and michael blames it on the stove. then after, he pushes you in for a surprise…!
contains!: shenanigans, playful teasing, humor, playful and soft michael, and soft kisses.
enjoy my baes!♡
the day began with a soft morning light, filling michaels room. yesterday he invited you over to his house for a sleepover. you truly think you had the best night of your whole entire life. you spent the whole day yesterday watching movies, playing all sorts of games, hugging, and making out. and during the movie you swore you wouldnt fall asleep but your eyes started to fight with yourself and you couldnt help it and you drifted off, your head resting on his chest. you dont know what happened next but all you know is you fell asleep on the coach and you woke up in his fluffy sheets on his huge bed and the sunlight sitting right on your silky brown hair making it warm. you roll over to look right next to you and there michael was. already looking at you and admiring you.
he mumbled “good morning darling.” while smiling slightly.
“good morning” you said while your cheeks were warming up and he obviously noticed and started smiling even more.
“you told me you wouldn’t fall asleep during the movie” he spoke quietly while he chuckled a little. god he looked so cute.
you laughed slightly, “i couldn’t help my self! we were watching a movie so boring i literally forgot what it was!”
he breathed out a smile and reached for your hands and cradled them in his own, and leaned in, the space between you two barely there.
“oh my god michael! you better not! i havent brushed my teeth yet!” you cover your lips with your hands and his lips curved into a smile.
“Y/N, i seriously do not care.” and moved your soft hands and leaned in like he couldn’t help himself and kissed you. as he pulled away, you felt your expression pull into a smile.
“now lets go brush our teeth?” you teased.
he started to ease himself out of bed. and so did you and after you both brushed your teeth, you both slowly made your way down the grand staircase. and he reminded you “ohh!, remember when we both wanted to make pancakes”
you smiled and replied, “oh yeah! lets make them today” you saw his cheeks flush and he quickly turned away after that pretending to be admired by the chandelier sparkling in the california sun.
you entered the beautiful kitchen that was glowing under the sunlight, you made the batter and yes, you. you. made the batter while michael was laying down on the counter right next to you trying to think of a song name.
he obviously starts to get overwhelmed and starts talking faster and faster, “ugh i just cant get it! its in my head bu-”
you cut him off putting the whisk down, looking into his eyes and you quip, “michael you think of it later! now im done with the batter” you lift the bowl and tilt it to show him “come help me cook these.” he stands up grabs a spatula and starts to flip pancakes with you. your pancakes seem perfect and your focus is on your own pan but it breaks when he says “genuinely, how are you doing that?” you look over at his pan and his pancakes are burnt to a crisp. you look up at his face and hes already looking at you with that upside down smile, he always does when he trying not to burst out laughing. you start to look at him with that same exact smile and suddenly the kitchen howled with laughter it was so loud you think you heard tito let out a huge groan with frustration blended into it. you immediately stop and look over at michael and finally say “look lemme show you how to not burn your pancakes”
“i swear its not me its the stove!” he laughed in defeat
you giggled as you playfully pushed him to the side, “right right”
you demonstrate how to do it and whispered under your breath “here” you give off a light smile and hand him the spatula.
about 3 minutes later
you peek over at his hands doing it all correctly
you gave a teasing smile “ohh so it was the stove that burnt those right?” and then you look at his pretty face with the curls softly bouncing and laying against his forehead, and you make striking eye contact with him.
he grinned, “okay! lets go eat breakfast?”
you both go to the table and eat breakfast. when your done you make sure you leave a lot of pancakes for the rest of the family for when they wake up, leaving the whole house smelling like pancakes and maple syrup.
“lets so get some fresh air?” you asked
“oh yeah great idea” he answered
you opened the back door leading into the huge backyard with the pool and a vivid green lawn michael behind you following.
you say gently “god its so beautiful outside”
he catches up to you and grabs your hand, but not aggressively, gently like he’s afraid to hurt you. and laced his fingers with yours. you lean down against his arm as you guys walk near the pool. as you walk up to touch the pool water to see if its hot or cold and without a warning you feel his hand leaving yours and then suddenly you feel two hands on your back knocking you into the pool.
you scream. loudly. mad but also laughing, “MICHAEL! WHAT THE HELL?”
he stands there and laughs, before you knew it hes running towards you and jumps into the pool with you, he rises up from the water and lunges towards you into a hug you are both out of breath and laughing without stopping, he pulls away from the hug and he leans in and kisses you, like hes been holding it back. his taste still with a hint of maple syrup.the aura around you two smells like a mix of chlorine, a vibrant mix of spices and even a delicate trace of fresh lemon with musk. mixing with even more chlorine and vanilla and with a whisper of pear and spun sugar from you. the moment felt magical, almost unreal. wait no, not almost it felt unreal
he stares into your soul and affectionately lets out a voice barely above a whisper “i love you Y/N, i love you so so much.”
the pool water still circling around you two. its cold, but with michael it feels warm.
you look down slightly and say with a light touch in your voice “and theres no words to describe how much i love you michael.” you look up again
he closes the distance between you two and places his lips with quiet intensity.
hello everyone! im relatively new to tumblr.. and i was only on here to read fanfics and stories butt i really want to start writing them too! i’ve written two already but i think they are pretty boring and i hope to get into some very. very. interesting stories later onnn.. but! i want to know what all of you guys want to read sooo!! what stories do you want to see?
requests are open! write me anything dont worry about it sounding “cringe” theres no such thing!
love you guys! hopefully ill hear some of your thoughts!💓
mature era gets me
bad era michael jackson x wife reader
summary: it was a rainy cold day after you and michael got into a huge argument. the night felt quiet and melancholy without michael.you find him calling you on the phone asking you to look outside for a surprise…
contains: fluffffff, and even a little bit of angst and comedy
also my punctuation is really bad while writing this one dont mind it i just have to get this idea out soo yeah enjoyyy!
October 17th 1987
it was a cold night with rain loudly but also in a way quietly banging the windows in your old bedroom in your parents house. yesterday you moved back into your parents los angeles villa after a huge fight over something stupid with michael. in all your 3 years of marriage with him you cant recall the last time you’ve ever fought like this.
you just took a warm relaxing shower, and you smell completely like vanilla musk. your in your beautiful black, laced silky nightgown you just bought from victorias secret. the candles lit in your room filling it with a golden aura and a rosy smell.
while gently applying lotion on yourself, suddenly the telephone on the nightstand next to your bed under the dimmed lamp starts to ring. you honestly didnt feel like saying a single word to anyone right now especially picking up the phone and hearing some telemarketer talking. you tried to ignore it. and it went away for about a minute until you once again heard.
ring… ring… ring..
you hear the rain get even harsher and a lighting bolt lights up the whole room like its a summer morning. you slammed your lotion bottle on your vanity and let out a rough sigh. you were so done with everything. you rush over to your bed and lay down on your stomach reach for the phone and place it against your ear.
“hello? who is this?” you say obviously sounding annoyed
“hey Y/N.. its michael i just got out of the studio.”
“look michael. ive have a long d-” but before you could finish saying anything michael interrupts you.
“look i know your pissed. all im asking for is for you to look out your window.” he gently says, he doesnt sound mad instead it sounds like hes been wanting to do this all day. to call you and hear your voice.
“what? why? michael whats going on?”
you hear him laughing just a little and your surprised you even noticed, “just do it Y/N.”
“fine”, you walk up to your window and pull back the white curtains looking out onto the road. “michael im so confused i dont see anything!” then when you look closer you suddenly see a figure standing and waving. “your joking right?” you cant help but let out a small laugh.
you quickly put your lilac colored telephone on its stand and hang up the call. you rush downstairs and fling the two front doors open and michaels already on your porch.
you look at him in the eyes and quickly grab his hand and you tug him inside and lead him to sit down on the coach in the living room.
“i cant believe you. hold on michael.”
you rush into the laundry room and pull out a warm fresh towel from the dyer and put it over his shoulders behind his back. and you sit yourself down next to him.
you grabs your warm, soft hands and pulls you in for a gentle soft and meaningful kiss. pulls back and press his forehead against yours.
“god Y/N i am so so sorry my love, i didnt mean for that fight to escalate so quickly and i didnt realize how hard a day without my girl would be.” he paused for a moment until he murmured softly “im so sorry.”
your heart breaks to see how bad he felt about that ridiculous fight. and honestly you missed him so much too. you love him so much.
“michael im so sorry too angel.. i didnt mean to offend or hurt you in anyway i was just mad and also.. it was hard for me too, spending a day without you and not hearing your voice.”
you both laugh under your breath your foreheads still against eachothers. his thumb circles your knuckles and you pull in for a long affectionate kiss once again. this time it felt powerful like it was a better apology than the words.
you pull away and realize he has goosebumps all over his arms you start to move your hand up his arm and laugh a little.
“what?” michael smirks
“no i just still cant believe you. its freezing outside!” you both laugh and you realize how much you love and cherish these type of moments together.
“let me turn on the tea kettle and pour you some warm chamomile.” you say against his cold lips.
thriller era michael jackson x model girlfriend reader
summary: your the number one model in the fashion industry and you and michael jackson have been dating for 4 years now. during a family dinner at hayvenhurst michael is unusually quiet, and later, while everyone starts a board game he steals you away for a playful moment.
ALSO. this is my first time writing sooo tell me how i did! ive had this idea for a while now.. so i decided to post it!
here we go! :)
alsosos any tips would be very much appreciatedd!!😘
it was a warm july afternoon, slowly fading into evening as the sky faded in soft layers of gold and blue. you had been living with the jackson family for over a year, settled into their quiet, wealthy neighborhood right across from them after your modeling career took off. you and michael had grown close long before it turned into anything official, and over time it just became your normal. it was never about his fame or the world around him just him, the way he was gentle without trying, the way being around him made everything feel a little lighter.
it was rare the jacksons had a day off and honestly it was rare for you too. but this was one of those days where everyone managed to gather for a family dinner. you and janet were setting up the table together while the brothers messed around in the living room and latoya helped out in the kitchen. when everything was finally ready, you all sat down to eat, and of course you ended up next to michael.
you couldn’t help but notice how he was unusually quiet, but not in a bad way, more in that sweet, affectionate way. when you were talking about your day, he stopped and looked at you, his dark eyes lingering on yours for a little too long and a soft smile played on his lips.
marlon notices and leans back in his chair, smirking. “boy michael, you bouta forget we eating dinner.”
michael’s playful grin grows a little wider at the comment, that familiar hint of embarrassment mixing with how obvious it is that he doesn’t even try to hide the way he looks at you when someone points it out.
another one of his brothers laughs from across the table, shaking his head as the whole room starts to pick up on it too, but michael only glances back at you for a second like none of it really matters. his hand finds yours under the table, fingers gently lacing with yours, still wearing that small, shy grin like he’s been caught doing something he doesn’t even want to stop doing.
everyone eventually clears the table and moves into the living room, the energy shifting into something louder and more playful as a board game gets pulled out. you sit back down next to michael, but this time his hand doesn’t leave yours right away, like he’s not ready to let go of that quiet moment from earlier. “you’re cheating already,” one of his brothers jokes as the game starts, and michael finally lets out a small laugh, shaking his head while still leaning closer to you, whispering “they always say that when i win” even though he’s barely looking at the board.
the game gets louder as everyone starts getting competitive, dice rolling across the table and voices overlapping, but michael barely stays focused on it. he keeps glancing at you instead, like the whole room is just background noise. after a moment, he quietly stands up, still holding your hand, and gently pulls you away from the table before anyone really notices. “we’ll be back,” he says over his shoulder, but he’s already leading you down the hallway, laughing under his breath like he couldn’t wait another second to have you to himself.
he keeps walking until the noise from the living room fades behind you, still holding your hand as he pulls you into a quieter hallway. he finally stops and lets out a small laugh like he’s been holding it in all night. “i just wanted you to myself for a minute,” he says softly.
you lean into him a little. “you literally had me all day.”
“not like this,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over your hand.
there’s a pause before you tilt your head. “what are you thinking about?”
his eyes stay on yours, calmer now. “later on,” he says. “when everything’s not so loud all the time. just… living. not everything being watched.”
you nod a little. “you really think about that a lot.”
“yeah,” he admits. “i don’t think fame is everything people make it out to be.”
you squeeze his hand. “so what is it then?”
he looks at you for a second, then smiles a little. “this,” he says quietly, pulling you in and giving you a soft, quick kiss like it’s the most normal thing in the world before resting his forehead lightly against yours.
he doesn’t say anything at first, just stays there with your hand in his like neither of you are in a rush to go back. the noise from the living room fades into the background, like it doesn’t really reach you anymore.
you look up at him, still close. “we’re definitely supposed to be playing that game.”
he lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head a little. “yeah.”
but neither of you move. your fingers stay intertwined, and the moment just sits there for a second longer than it should, soft and unbothered, like you both already agreed without saying it.
the house noise fades into the background as you and michael slip away from the others, the hallway getting quieter with every step. the living room feels far behind you now, like it belongs to a different moment.
he’s still holding your hand, slowing down once you’re out of sight, glancing at you like he’s deciding something he already knows the answer to.
“come here,” he says softly, tugging you a little closer like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be right now.
he pulls you into a golden filled room and gently squeezes your sweaty palm tightly for a second like he needed you somewhere quiet. the light spills over everything, warm and still, like the rest of the world got left behind.
he stands close for a moment, just looking at you like he’s been holding that feeling in all night. suddenly you feel soft gentle kisses placed carefully on your lips and neck.
“god,” he murmurs softly, shaking his head a little. “i needed this.”
you look up at him. “needed what?”
he smiles, small and honest. “you. just you. away from everything else.”
your fingers swirling around his lush, rich curls “i love you so much” you quietly whisper into his ear and you can feel his warmth even more.
he keeps you in the golden filled room, still holding your hand, the light spilling over both of you like everything outside doesn’t matter right now. he doesn’t say anything for a moment, just looks at you like he finally slowed down enough to really see you again.
you let out a small breath. “we should probably go back.”
he gives a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “yeah.”
but he doesn’t move yet. instead, he steps a little closer, thumb brushing over your hand like he’s not in a rush to lose this moment, and for a second neither of you do anything except stay right there.
baby come back! 😖💗
hes so precious 🥹
Off the Wall (1979)
Michael Jackson
“Life ain’t so bad at all if you live it off the wall”
- Michael Jackson (“Off the Wall”)
obsessed w this era
