honestly I was tired of seeing this in my drafts, I rewrote this like 20 times and I’m still not happy with it but someone will :)
Encino, California
You’ve known Michael since the two of you were in diapers. Growing up you watched him and his brothers become the biggest stars in the world, but to you, they were just your next door neighbors who sang. You had to make a decision to go with Michael to Hayvenhurst or to go to college. You knew deep down that you had to follow your own dreams and you did just that. Moving across the United States to attend Harvard! At the end of your sophomore year you were given a chance to move abroad, to study in Italy. You worked harder than anyone else in your year to save enough for the flight. After 2 long semesters you landed back in LA ready to see your family.
Getting your bags from baggage claim you headed towards the door when a voice called out for you. A man stood at the door with a sign holding your name, you hadn’t recognized him yet he held a note from your mother with a picture of you.
“ I’m trusting you, don’t make me regret it,” you tell the stranger.
“I was sent by your mother to escort you back to the estate,” he says.
Estate? You ponder over it, has your brother bought her a house? When did he have time to do that? How is your brother? The questions that ran through your mind dissolved as you notice the scenery. You were going up mountains and past gates into communities you didn’t know existed. The driver was buzzed in by someone else in a tower, people flood the cars around you screaming. In fear you scoot to the middle, an action that causes the driver to chuckle.
You open your mouth to ask questions before you notice peacocks in the driveway. The driver stops and opens your door. You step out in awe taking in the animals around you and the beautiful sight of nature. He hands you your bags and tells you your mother is waiting on you. Confused you decided to walk up to the door, another person opens the door and announces you.
“Your visitor has arrived,” they call out. Your mother emerges from a door with a small cake in hand. She kisses your cheeks and tears start to well.
“My sweet child, look how big you’ve grown,” she hold your face in her hands, “I wish you’d have come to visit, I have so much to tell you. You remember LaToya right?”
Standing to the left of you now is LaToya holding a gift bag for you. She wraps her arms around you before giving you a chance to talk. “My goodness, you look so much more mature than when you left!”
“Thank you, I hadn’t realized I changed very much, but why are you living with my mother?” You ask.
“Well if you had visited me, you would know that Mrs. Katherine had helped me on hard times and Michael was so gracious as to give me a room to stay in,” your mother explains.
“Michael, as in the baby?” you say, “Little baby Michael owns this house?”
“It’s true,” his voice says quietly.
You turn around to see him and his family, including Jermaine, standing there anticipating you. Disbelief plagues your mind, when you had left they were stars but giraffes? How much has happened?
“This is very kind, but I’m back now so I will be taking my mother to find us a place to live now,” you say.
“Actually, we’ve made arrangements for you to live here too, at least until the end of the summer before you go back to school,” Michael tells you. Latoya jumps and claps her hands in excitement. Your mother gives you a gesture to smile, which you give. Tito calls for an assistant to take your bags and direct you to your room.
Pushing open the doors for the room blows your mind away, the room is enormous. It’s a suite level room, a king sized mattress sits under a window, a large dresser has gold handles attached to it, and you have decorations already set up. It’s filled to the brim with lights, trinkets, and decor that suits your exact style. You test out the bed with the pads of your fingertips, then you decide to jump onto the mattress and feel the softness of it consume you.
“I tried to design it based off the things you told me you liked,” Michael giggles. You look at him and take notice of his height and stature. Everyone made a note to tell you how much you’ve changed and now you realize what they meant. However there was one thing on your mind, his nose. Everyone had the same prominent figure when you last seen them and yet now standing before you it was slimmer, pointier, and while it suited him it wasn’t..him. You knew better than to ask yet the silence of your gaze allowed him to guess what you were thinking.
“I had an accident during rehearsal, I had to get a reconstructive surgery so stop freaking out,” he says.
“It’s nothing wrong with it, I just didn’t want to think you gave into all those things Joe told you,” you respond. Even though you weren’t a Jackson, you still knew of the truth behind the curtains. You overheard your mother’s talk in hushed tones about the abuse. You also happened to be a person who the Jacksons confided in. Especially Michael. Your heart broke for him after hearing the things Joe would say to him and how it would make him cry for hours. Being the good friend you are you held those truths close and never told his business.
“I’d love to show you all my friends, maybe give you a tour?,” he asks.
You nod, obviously still overwhelmed by the sheer size of the place. He guides you through the kitchen, living areas, passes by offices and bedrooms. He tells you the name of each of his friends and has you meet them individually. You both have always shared a love for animals, even joked that if medical school doesn’t work out that you’d become a veterinarian. After rounds inside the house, Michael takes you outside.
“I, uhh, I got something I gotta show you….I-I think you’ll really like it,” Michael says. You stand by the door waiting for him. He comes around the corner carrying a monkey in his arms.
“Remember when we were kids and I said I’d love to own a monkey one day?” He asks, “Well I was able to save him from animal testing people. I feed him everyday and give him lots of hugs. And I told him everything about you so he would know how cool you are!”
You can’t help but laugh at his silliness, he brings a certain sense of childlike wonder to your drab life. Being in Rome was boring, you had to focus so much on studying you never had a chance to explore. Here was Michael with all the love in the world to remember small details from conversations you guys had years ago. If you weren’t such good friends it would almost be romantic.
You nervously held out your hand to Bubbles. He was very kind and leaned over for you to hold him. Your took him from Michael, securing him on your hip like a baby and looked back at Michael. He looked as if he was about to burst into tears at the sight. Bubbles signaled to be put down, and he walked off to finish playing outside. You smile at Michael, blushing under his gaze. “I bet he’s a fun partner to have around,” you tell him.
“I just remembered something!,” Michael blurts out. He grabs your hand and pulls you back into the house. He makes you sit and cover your eyes. You feel a box sit in your lap. You open your eyes to see Twister, looking up you see Michael grinning wide.
“I thought you might want to play with me, you always did like board games,” he says sheepishly. You giggle just in good company but the sound makes Michael’s face fall. You put the board to the side of you and start to open it. When you glance back at him you notice his expression.
“What’s wrong,” you ask him.
“I just thought that maybe you’d like the idea, all my brothers are off doing their own things and it feels like nobody wants to have fun with me anymore,” he says. Your heart breaks a little hearing the sadness in his voice. He was always vulnerable with you as you were each others best friend. This was a feeling you knew he had for a while.
“Michael, when did you hear me say I wasn’t going to play this game with you?” You smile at him. His face lights back up and he wipes away his tears. “Keep them tears boy, they gone come back out when I win.”
“You wish, I’ve been practicing with Bubbles while you were gone!” He exclaims!
description: The nerves of being the lead in a broadway musical freaks you out but the sight of a familiar pair of brown orbs (lol) melt those feelings away.
warnings: slight angst
“Jamie is killing me with the yelling, like girl calm down we are all professionals,” your costar Mark says.
A few words of agreement and some affirmations bounce around the room but you are laser focused. A large vanity sits in front of you, and you peer into it only to find someone else. Everyday for the past 10 months you’ve learned changing completely into the role of Glinda the Good but sitting there with only an hour to showtime pieces if you break the illusion.
“I need some air,” you announce, pushing yourself up from the chair. You aren’t able to hear what your colleagues say but it didn’t matter. You pace through the backstage hallways nodding politely at people rushing past. You glide up the stairs and sit on the roof.
You know the disconnect, it pierces you straight through the heart. Your big break here and the person who supported you the most isn’t able to come to the show. “Michael’s schedule is too busy, he will cause a scene, he has to practice for his own tour,” Michael’s agents told you in Vegas. When you went to protest to him, he had already gotten on a flight as to not have to face you.
You feel the tears well up in your eyes but you hold your head up to fight them back. When you were casted he was so happy for you. You two were in his garden when you got the call, he held you and rocked you back and forth with glee. He knew you would have to move to New York and supported the journey helping you find a nice New York townhome. He promised to visit every weekend, that turned into every few weeks, then once a month, and that turned into a call every once in a while when he picked up.
You realized the end was near, and you had no regrets. Moving to New York for Broadway wasn’t about your talent. It was about making a name for yourself. If you ever got the clearance from his label to go public with your relationship, you knew any talent you had would be whittled down to him. When he stopped visiting you cried. Sometimes when the rehearsals felt too hard you would call to ask for advice just to hear a voicemail of his bodyguard. Worst part was you couldn’t blame him. The biggest pop star in the entire world chose you and you had to choose yourself, eventually you knew he’d move on. Feeling the cold air on your skin soothed the heat of your emotions, and no matter what, the show must go on. You turned back in, with 45 minutes to start.
Hair and makeup came to do final touches and your cast mates ate up the rest of your time cracking jokes and taking turns freaking out. You tape the mic to your forehead, attached was a small earbud. “PLACES EVERYBODY GET TO MAIN STAGE 5 MINUTES TO SHOW START,” a voice shouted in your ear. You winced at the sound, it was the first show of the season. Your contract was only for seven months, 8 shows a week makes about 224 shows. You were 1/224. The show must go on.
You took your mark on stage and smiled at your crew members as they set the stage. The curtains pull up and your eyes are drawn to a pair of eyes you spent months dreaming about. Your muscle memory luckily saved you by starting the dances letting your mind catch up. You feel a surge of adrenaline rush through you with the idea that he’s watching you. You push the octaves up, hit the moves harder and your stage presence is an overall ten. You approach an on stage freeze and you purposefully stand behind a prop still facing the crowd.
You first notice his eyes. The piercing brown gaze meets yours and your breath hitches. He’s wearing make up, a long wig and a dark hoodie. He winks at you, a subtle confirmation that it is him. You blush and step into the light and belt your heart out. The rest of the show goes perfectly. You enter the side door and meet with fans, sign autographs and kiss babies heads. After a long night you leave the theater, you were invited to a party but there’s something more important on your mind.
If you knew Michael, you know he would be at a KFC and there was one walking distance from the theatre. Sure enough sitting in a corner, wearing a dingy hoodie and sweats, is your man eating a three piece. You put on sunglasses and sit next to him. “Well, well, well, what’s a man like you doing hiding out in New York?,” you ask.
He snickers at your joke but doesn’t respond out of fear of being recognized. He slips you a note on a napkin.
‘Will you come to my hotel?’
You nod. He takes your hand and leads you to an unassuming car. He notice at least 8 body guards following you out. In the car he pulls off his wig and lets out a sigh. “You were incredible,” he mumbles. You exchange the small talk until you arrive at the hotel. Walking off the elevator to the room all the confidence you had earlier washes away. You start to sweat with anxiety, your thoughts overwhelm you before he even unlocks the door. Pulling you away from your thoughts is his hand taking yours.
“It’s just me, just Mikey,” he tells you.
“I know”
“Sooooo, how have you been since Vegas?” He leads the conversation. You open up to him about your fears and hopes. A flood of emotions from both parties finally settled and before you know it the sun dawns a new day.
“I would hate to leave you but I have to sleep before tomorrow,” you inform him.
“I understand, I just wanted to know if you’d stay with me tonight. As friends of course,” he asks. You grab his face and swipe some loose curls from his face. “I’d love to.”
description: a cute story about you and Tyler being in live spilling the beans on your relationship. Not proofread, first fanfic since like middle school. Give me some feedback and leave some requests
“I’m pretty sure you already started it babe,” Tyler chuckles . You look up at the phone and make a face.
“Well shit, I ain’t know it was that easy,” you say. Quickly reaching to adjust your hair, you look on the screen and see the number of viewers rapidly climbing.
“Baby look at this,” you motion towards Tyler, and he leans over into view and the chat blows up even more. You turn to grab your remote to turn the volume off your tv down.
“You want some background noise or you good?” You ask.
“Uhhh yeah some music would be nice just to have” he responds.
Turning on some Michael Jackson, you start to look through the chat. Most of the comments are just people being surprised about your relationship. Tyler privately asked you to be exclusive after two months of dating, and last night he just made it public.
“Everybody saying they ain’t know we was together, like yall ain’t see his speech?” He laughs beside you. Pushing over the pillows he squeezes himself behind you and grabbing you to lay you down on his lap. After situating yourselves comfortably, a comment catches your eye.
“am I the only one who missed this completely??” - tylersmustachehairs.1
You read it out loud, looking at Tyler’s reaction. His eyes shift down to you, with his cheeks forming a warm smile. Randomly he just leans down to kiss your forehead.
“You guys didn’t miss anything you just didn’t know,” you start, “me and Tyler started talking after season one of Abbott wrapped up I think.”
“A little afterwards but yes, I got her number from Quinta who did an actors on actors with her,” Tyler says. It’s a hilarious story from his side, hearing how nervous he was that you took a while to respond.
“Damn so she don’t be texting back” you read from the chat, “No you guys, I was literally on set trying to text him, like we wasn’t allowed to really have phones on my set. I can’t say much but just know if I had a cell phone anywhere near the piece I was getting chewed out.”
Picking up back where he left off he talks about planning the first date, a high class Chicago restaurant and how he choose it to be fancy but couldn’t stomach anything. He talks about how the both of you chose to ditch the restaurant and go to a late night diner and laughed over milkshakes. Even though you literally lived this story it was so good to listen to. Especially since his voice made it easy to hear over and over again.
“So yall really been together for months and ain’t said nothing?” You read, “No it’s not like that. We both agreed to keep it between us.”
“That was until I saw people trying to set you up with Michael B Jordan, all because you sat next to him at an award show,” Tyler interjects sounding slightly annoyed, “I saw that on one of the blogs and it was done. I planned to ask her to be my girlfriend that night.”
Tyler continues with the story of being exclusive, rushing over to your hotel in the early hours of the morning. His heart pounding with glee and fear over your response, luckily your security was gentle with him and let him through. Opening your door he stood there with roses and dropped to the floor from exhaustion, he asked you to be his girlfriend.
You giggled to yourself at the memory, from your point of view he showed up unexpectedly and held onto to you like you would disintegrate at any moment. “I think I was more so startled by you than turned on,” you joked.
Tyler snapped his head towards you, “No don’t do that. The moment you said yes I turned you out over that whole room.” You blushed from his words, the memory came flooding back to you. If you weren’t on live you might’ve let him take you on the couch, “And mind you this happened like a few weeks ago. So we just publicly announced it last night on the carpet.”
“Your feed has gotten better, is Tyler taking your photos?” Another commenter asks.
“Yea I’ve been taking her recent photos, that one of her on the pier that was me,” Tyler rambles a bit on his favorite photos he took of you. Just admiring him from below, the chat definitely took note of it. All the comments are talking about how in love you look and how good of a couple you look. A few hours later you’ve answered several questions about your personal life, his personal life, Abbott question's, and some questions about each others pets and you were beat.
“I love talking to y'all but I am so tired and this live is like 3 hours long. I promise I will talk to y’all again soon,” you finish. Wrapping up the live you put your phone on the charger. Tyler shuffles into the kitchen to put on some tea. Without saying a word, you sneak up on him and hug him from behind. A wordless display of love flows between the two of you. Standing in your apartment, rocking back and forth listening to the sounds of the busy streets below, you both get ready for bed.
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