꩜ INTRO : i’ve noticed i’ve had this acc for quite some while, but i neverr made an intro, or an masters list, and since im starting to write more, make more series and oneshots, and even just a name for myself on this app, i figured i would like to properly introduce myself! hii, my name is aaliyah, but u came call me liyah, or ali ! i’m the big 18 yrs olddd andd i’ve had tumblr for awhile now, but only recently started to write any fics (thanks to michael 🥹) , and i started writing about 2-3 weeks ago!
LIKES! :
michael jackson (duh),
writing ! (duh aswell, i mean look at my acc!)
reading (not even js fanfics, gimme a good book and i’ll be satisfied)
music; michael jackson, drake (don’t cancel me💔) the weeknd, tyler the creator, kendrick lamar, summer walker, mariah the scientist, oldies, etc! (cant list them all bc we’ll be here all day💔),
tv shows: stranger things, arcane, tsitp, abbott elementary, js some of the ones i can name of the top of my head!
movies : michael biopic (ofc) , new edition biopic, atsv, itsv, spiderman movies, js the ones on the top of my head!
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DISLIKES ! :
racist! (we don’t play ts on this acc!)
homophobia, transphobia, allat.
trump
ice
usage of ai; letting ai write ur fics
any types of bullying!
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MORE ! :
i’m rlly open to help, NICE criticism, and request, i actually love requests smm so if u have any please don’t be shy, it can be a req to do something in the series im writing, or its own one shot, like plsss lmk, or js talk to me! Im always an open ear plssss dont be shy!! also, all my fics tend to be black coded, but can be used by anybody, due to the fact in fics, i dont rlly specify skin color, or any other features! liyah ouuttt!!
hey guys so i made the executive decision to take a break on making parts of “life with you” series!! but dw, i’ll QUICKLY return making them as soon as “just a teenager” is finished.
I’ve learned to realize that i CANNOT handle two series, plus my oneshots 😭😭 it was just overall too much and overwhelming, and i have a very huge liking and im l very into writing parts for “just a teenager”, i like writing parts for life with you aswell, i just have such a huge focus for “just a teenager” right now, and that’s my main focus. Also, i can’t juggle the requests i want to fulfil for you guys, plus the two series, so i js narrowed it down too one :))
Now this doesn’t technically mean the story ends here, if i’m not completely burned out, i will continue to write chapters for life with you later on in the future!
i’m very sorry if this like pisses anyone off or anything, butttt like i’m one person, 😭😭 and i have other stuff i do outside of just tumblr, so putting all this on me is kind of a huge labor, sososoooo sorrry
(idk why i wrote this big paragraph like im a huge celebrity or somethin 😭😭)
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HOW I IMMEDIATELY FELT WHEN I SAW U IN MY INBOXXXX BUTT AHHH IM DOING GOOD IM JS CHILLINGGG, TRYNA WRITE FOR YALL AND FINISHH ALLL THE REQUESTTSS, HOW ARE YOUUUUUUUUU?!!??!!
🧶 𐙚⋆.˚ summary : Michael finally confesses feelings to reader, do they get together ??
🧶 𐙚⋆.˚ contains : fluffff like lots of it, time jump, kissing! Mentions of Diana ass…. Idk this chapter is so cute I’m gonna cry, mentions of sch**l… brattyish reader, (I ended up making her 17 in highschool!) black!coded reader, once again.
🧶 𐙚⋆.˚ a/n : I dunno the timelines for when he got all his pets, so let’s pretend in this timeline he has ALL of them already! “Think Happy” reference in there too js look hard..!
JUNE 6TH, 1974
(AT EXACTLY) ~12:00 P.M~
Your front door rang in the midst of you getting ready, of course Michael was here at 12:00 on the clock, so stupid and precise… you were also surprised he knocked on the front door, instead of your window. “Mommy! Can you get the door!” You yelled from your room, applying the rest on your body spray, before sliding on your socks.
Heels clicked from the kitchen, to the front door, smooth rnb running through the house from the random record she popped in while pre-preparing dinner. Your mother stopped at the front door, peeking through the peephole. She saw Michael standing there, picking at his fingers, with Jermaine on the side of him, a hand resting on the side of Michael’s shoulder.
The door swung open, the frame of your mother placed in between the ridge of the door. “…See, she’s here, you can go now.” Michael mumbled, looking down at his feet, but obviously talking to Jermaine. Jermaine chuckled, his gaze still on your mother.
“I didn’t know y/n had another big sister?” He chuckled, to which your mother blushed, waving a hand around. “Oh, stop it.. i’m her mother.”
“Whattt? I would’ve never guessed.”
“Is y/n here?!” Michael interfered, trying desperately to peer inside the house.
surprisingly, you stumbled down the stairs, sliding on your saddle shoes. You saw Michael’s big eyes peeking through your moms shoulder and couldn’t help but smile a little, though you quickly remembered what he was here for.
You tapped your mom shoulders, which automatically made her scoot out the way, as your eyes met with Michael’s, kinda… you had to crane your head up just a tad bit.
“…what.” You scoffed going to cross your arms.
You guess your sister heard you close your room door or something, because she came scrambling down, dressed up as well.
“I—I…” Michael started, picking at the skin of his fingers, it was a really bad habit he had, that you guys both made an attempt to fix for him, so you gently reached your hand out, going to lightly pull his fingers away, like you would usually do. “Don’t make me have to hold your hand.” You mumbled, hands going back in your own pocket.
“right… right.. uhm, do you… do you want to go visit my animals today?”
“why is Jermaine here..?” You interrupted, scrunching your face up at Jermaine, peeking behind Michael to get a better look at him.
“I—I-“ Michael started, before your sister Marlie pushed pass the two of you.
“Remember what I told you, Mikey!” She chuckled, before going to Jermaine, and wrapping her arm around his, her other hand resting against his forearm, as they walked off too her car.
Your eyes widened at this, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment, as Michael quickly craned his head to look behind him, a scoff leaving his lips.
“…let’s just… you wanna just go..?” He mumbled, holding his hand out, you hesitated, but obliged anyways, furious and all.
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You guys arrived on his property, the first thing catching your eye was his pet giraffe, you smiled a little, before you quickly remembered who you were here with..
”…why am I here, Michael?” You groaned, quickly tugging his hand from your hold, turning your head to face him now.
“…just wanna show the animals!” He chuckled nervously, leading you to his flower-house.. it was beautiful, probably one of your favorite rooms on the entire property.
“…Then why are we going to the flower-house?” You groaned, dragging your feet across the pavement. Michael stayed silent, as he continued walking the path, now going to open the door. “You know what I want?! I want a apolo-“ You quickly ate your own words, as he opened the flower-house door, as you peered in. There it was, a basket of all your favorite things, and it wasn’t a small basket, it was a huge one… paired with a bouquet of flowers, your favorite ones, too be specific. And a poster, one that said “I’m so so so sorry” in colorful, bold letters (that look like a kindergartener wrote them..)
“..Marlie said to not get you a poster.. because it might be corny, but.. but I just didn’t know how you would understand what I’m trying to communicate without a poster..” He mumbled, walking to the basket, tossing the flowers in there as well, and picking it up, with slight struggle. He walked towards you, a nervous glare on his face as he looked towards the ground.
“…I just… im just so sorry.. you had every right to be mad at me, I was—.. I was being overbearing, and controlling.. and— and I know those are your biggest pet peeves.” He chuckled nervously, which earned a small laugh out of you as well. “…And.. and I guess I was just… I was really jealous, I kinda just.. I kinda just want you all too myself, and I realized that.. that isn’t really uhm… isn’t really practical, you’re gonna talk to other males besides me, and that’s okay.. just… I just—“
Michael quickly got cut off, as you brought him into a tight embrace, a soft “oof” leaving his lips as he softly let go of the basket, wrapping his arms around you.
“I’m sorry for.. I’m sorry for cursing at you, and not saying bye.. and leaving from your bedroom window and stepping on your curtains.”
“You left that shoe print?”
“-I said sorry..”
You whispered, your face pulling away now, getting a good look at him, arms untangling themselves from across his neck. “I… I also brought someone for you..” Michael smiled, reaching for the door of the flower-house. “Close your eyes!” He giggled, closing the door behind him..
Your hands went to cover your eyes, the door slightly creaking as it opened again, a quiet “shhh..” left his lips, as you heard feet walk in front of you. “…okay.. okay, (your nickname), open your eyes.” He smiled, holding his pet llama in front of you, a bold smile on his face.
Your eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the vibrant light of the flower-house once again. Then, your eyes landed on the furry llama infront of your eyes, a large smile grew on your lips, as you walked closer, your hands going to ruffle some of the fur.
“Aweeeee!” You smiled, a toothy grin plastered on your face, before you looked towards Michael again, pulling him in another tight hug. “Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
Michael smiled a little, his hands placed politely on your waist, holding you a small distance, to be a gentleman, of course. “Yeah.. it’s no big deal… I just.. I didn’t want you to be mad at me..”
“ ‘m not mad at you, anymore.. so you can forget that..” you mumble, smiling, before quickly focusing back on the llama.
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It’s been about 10 minutes since you’ve been playing with this llama, and a smile hasn’t left your face not once. The quiet ring of the music playing over the speakers slightly filled in the slight slot of quiet-awkwardness, or maybe it just fulfilled it even more, it was hard for Michael to tell, when his only focus was on you.
He had to tell you sometime soon, that was the plan, that’s how this was gonna go, but what if you rejected him? You said no, walked off with the gift basket, and you two never spoke again.. he almost teared up even thinking about it. His thinking was suddenly cut off when—
“…do’you think it likes me..?” You mumbled your hands slowly faltering to your head, scratching it a bit, as the other one went to rest on your hip.
smooth, cheesy catch line… here it goes,
“..I mean, yeah,, if I were a llama, I would like you.. not that I don’t already like you—“
”awee, i like you too, Michael. You’re my bestfrie—“
“No, not like that.. I uhm..”
Holy shit, it’s happening.
“I think— wait, no.. I don’t think, I know. I have like this really big crush on you and— and I think that’s why I was jealous when you and Jermaine— wait no I don’t think, I know I was jealous when you and Jermaine were talking and stuff and the kissing stuff, I really enjoyed the kissing stuff, and I like when we hug, and we hold hands and—“ he cut himself off, covering himself with his hands.
You let out this soft, sweet chuckle, letting out a soft “..hm? What?” Michael was almost 100% sure you heard what he just said right now, so when he peeked up to try and repeat yourself, he was a tad bit confused when your ear was inches away from the llama, like it was speaking too you.
“…you.. you want me to tell him? Okay.. okay, I will.” She smiled, pulling away from the llama a bit. “…I uhm, the llama wants to let you know that uhm.. that I like you too… like, really.. really like you.” You smiled back, your hands behind your back, rocking on your heels.
A grin quite literally exploded on his face, as he tipped over to the llama as well, pressing his ear close to the llama as well, mimicking you. “Hm…what? What was that? I should.. I should ask her to be my girlfriend?” He grinned, which that earned a soft chuckle out of your lips, your arms crossing together. “…mmh, okay..” he smiled, pulling back. “…The llama wanted to me to ask if… you wanted to be my girlfriend?” He mumbled, his face waiting for the most harsh rejection of his life.
You leaned over to the llama, putting your ear to its mouth, your smile slowly faltering, “…The llama.. the llama says no..” you frowned, and Michael swore he could’ve fell into a deep hole and get swallowed into the ground.
…
“But…”
She restarted again, her smile surfacing back on her face.
“but I… I say yes, 10000x yes!” You giggled, your arms going to wrap themselves around his neck, pulling him into a sweet hug.
“Oh lord… you can’t just do that!” Michael giggled his hands reciprocating the hug, slightly rocking you from side to side.
“I know, I know… but it was sooo cute seeing you look like you were about to throw up.” You smiled, your face looking up from the crook of his neck. “…you’re really my best friend..” you sighed, a slight smile on your face.
Michael quickly shook his head no, giggling a bit. “…I’m not your bestfriend, I’m your boyfriend, silly.” He smiled, his hands still on your waist.
“…Well, well you’re both.”
“..I can take that.” He smiled, his gaze turning to something more serious, as his eyes fell down to your lips, a slight giggle fell apon his lips, as he leaned closer. “…Uhm.. so, about uhm,, about our practice…” He smiled nervously, you quickly caught on, nodding a tad bit.
“you wanna kiss?” You said, your head tilted to the side, your lips perching out a little. He quickly nodded a bit, going to bite his bottom lips as his eyebrows raised a little, this earned a quick giggle out of you, as you slowly started to lean in, your nose bumping just a tad bit, and your lips about to press together, but then—
“Did it work?— ouuu!!” Marlie poked her head from the doorway, and you quickly jumped, pushing Michael back.
Your face burned with embarrassment, as you fully turned to the door fully looking at her fully, a sneaky grin on her face, as she tapped her fingernails against the door frame.
“what are you doing here?!” You exclaimed, your hand rubbing against your face, Marlie chuckled looking back at Michael’s face, he leaned against the table, a small smile on his face. It was one of the first time where your two roles were reversed, he wasn’t nervous, and you were.. “..You knew about this?!” You squealed, turning back to look at Michael, who quickly raised his hands, a small giggle leaning his lips.
“…I was the one who gave him all the advice.” Marlie butted back in, walking fully in the
flower-house. “…I told you she wouldn’t like the poster!” Marlie sighed, a hand going to quickly cover her face before you interfered. “I did like the poster! I liked everything!” You smiled, walking back to Michael, wrapping a arm around his neck.
You gleamed happily, as Michael stood there kind of awkwardly, a soft sigh left your lips, as your other hand pointed to the floor, showing off your basket. “…look, isn’t it adorable.”
and from that point on, you and Michael became even more inseparable.
SEPTEMBER 2ND 1976
7:00 A.M.
It’s been two years since you’ve and Michael had officially been together, and it’s been going great. Michael’s career has been flourishing even more, having just celebrating his 18th birthday a few days back. Your gift was simple, just a small bracelet to keep on him, so while he’s out on tours, and performances, and you couldn’t be there, it’ll always be a small reminder of your presence.
Your career has also, as well been flourishing. You still did your pageants, but one day a modeling agency came to one of your shows and spotted you out, they noticed how you stood out from the others, and immediately gave you their card. You’ve been working with them for about a year now.
Though you had this big modeling gig going on, your life wasn’t all sunshine’s and paradise, you still had to tackle one huge thing still.
Highschool.
You groaned as your alarm clock rung in your ear, it was about your 3rd day of Senior year, and you swore you were already burnt out, ready to walk that stage and get your diploma.
You aimed to work as a full-time model after highschool, so college was optional in your case, though it was still a thought. Anyways, those are future thoughts, right now? You had to find a way out of your comfortable, warm bed, and out to your bathroom, to start getting ready for the day.
Luckily, it was a tad bit easier, when you had Michael crawling in your bedroom window, still in his own pajamas, tapping on your shoulder.
He had made a promise to himself he was gonna wake you up this whole week, because it was kind of his fault for making your sleep schedule so horrible. All those performances, and rehearsals, he only had freetime so late into the day, 10pm, 11pm, midnight, etc. And, almost all of that time was dedicated to you, of course he had his days where he had his peace, would go home, kick off his shoes and immediately hit the hay. But those other times? He would find himself sneaking into your room, laughing and giggling about random stuff with you, getting caught making-out by your older sister, and spending the night, just to stay in the comfort of you.
This was your summer schedule mostly, business from 8am- 10pm, hanging out 10pm- 7am, he would sneak back out, and the cycle would repeat all over again.
But now, school has started, summer was over, and it was now time to kick into the habit of being productive again, ugh.
Of course, Michael didn’t really go to school, well he did but he has a private tutor, so waking up all early in the morning wasn’t really required. He was doing this out of pure pleasure, and boredom.
“..nope, wait— no.. don’t pull the covers back up.” He sighed, going to cover his face with his palm as he tried to tug the blanket from your face, an obvious sign that you weren’t bugging anytime soon. “…Do you seriously wanna be late..? I mean how would that look on your uhm… like your uhm resume,” He quipped out, a large hand going back to rest on your shoulder, as he slightly shook you again.
“…five more minutes, come back later..” you mumbled under the covers, as yawned, pulling the blanket over your head, making a small little cocoon.
“Nope, cmon.. no—“ he started again, noticing that your body went back limp, symbolizing that you were most likely going back to sleep. “Cmon, if you wake up ill.. I’ll take you skating this weekend, everything on me, promise.” He bribed to you, as he tugged the blanket off you fully, wrapping the material in his long arms, now leaving the fabric in a burrito-like state. a small “aha!” left his lips.
“…Fine, ‘m getting up..” a soft grumble escaped from your lips, as you unballed yourself, sitting up slightly on your bed, hair all over the place, tank top and shorts all wrinkled, and pillows having stains of drool on them.
“Ohh…. How are you—… how are you gonna do your hair?” Michael whispered, reaching a hand out to touch it a little, to which you quickly slapped it away, an annoyed grumble leaving your lips as you threw your feet off your bed, letting them dangle a tad bit, before jumping off your cozy bed, letting your feet rub against the soft carpet.
“…you can leave now.”
“Don’t want too.”
“…I have to shower.”
“…I’ll just wait in the room.”
“I change in here..”
his face heated up in embarrassment, quickly finding a solution.
“I’ll close my eyes?”
“…lay fully on your stomach, face stuffed into the pillows, and we have a deal.” You giggled a little, going into the bathroom, that was connected to your room, as Michael sat there disheveled, his eyes wide. “..You— you want me too lay down right now or—?” He was cut off with a quick slam of your bathroom door.
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You walked out the bathroom fully dressed, hair combed, sliding on your loafers as Michael sat there, watching cartoons on your television. “…You think you’re funny, getting to stay home and do whatever the hell?” You scoffed, a bit jealous as you slipped your backpack on your shoulders, grabbing some random essentials you were gonna need for the day, your house and car keys, a small body mist, and a few hair ties.
“…I’m not doing whatever the heck, I think I have rehearsal today.. and— and my tutor comes today as well.” He defended himself, looking up at you, from his state of sitting criss-cross on your bed.
“Rehearsal with Diana..” you mumbled to yourself, which he heard faintly, but chose to ignore it, not even knowing how to attack the situation of the kinda one-sided issue you had with her.
You swore that she flirted with Michael recently, recently meaning like two days ago, it didn’t matter, you were at one of his rehearsals, and here she comes, you didn’t mind her at first, until she glanced too hard at Michael, then a hand ran up his shoulder, then she laughed a little too hard at one of his unfunny jokes, then when you two kissed, she gave you this unwelcome death stare, all of this was new to you, and quite frankly weird due to her old age, and when you brought it up to Michael, he claimed he didn’t notice anything, said she was acting the same as the last other rehearsals… rehearsals where he was 17, a minor, and now he wasn’t. You had a faint idea of what was happening, but you chose to ignore that gut feeling.
“…you look pretty.” He smiled, you rolled your eyes, you weren’t in the mood for flattery.
You knew it wasn’t fair, but you couldn’t help but be a tad bit jealous of his lifestyle. Yes, you were wealthy, not extremely wealthy, but wealthy enough to where you went to a private school, lived in a big house, got your own car at 16, etc.. but he? He was wealthy-wealthy, like private tutoring and paparazzi everywhere wealthy, you knew it could be a bit overbearing at times, and to be grateful for your mediocre, non-famous lifestyle, but you couldn’t help but wonder how living like that felt.
“You should get out of here soon, I’m bout’ to head out.. anyways.” You painfully smiled, your back facing towards him, grabbing some textbooks and student council papers that were needed later in the day.
“…You’re right, I’ll be in here when you get back, okay? So leave the window open before you leave..” He grunted as he got up, quietly walking behind you as you got all your school essentials ready.
“…ahem.” He interrupted your thought process, as he poked at your shoulder, signaling for you too turn around. You spun around on your heels, met with the sight of Michaels nose, before tilting your head up slightly to meet his eyes, and too of course get a whole look of his face. He had this boyish smile on his face, as his arms were wide open, reciprocating he wanted a hug.
“…seriously? How about I just give you one when I get back home.” You sighed, already not in the greatest mood due to you having to go to school.
“… wow, mama.. you don’t wanna give me a hug?” He sarcastically sighed a playful whine started to leave his lips, before you quickly shut it up, wrapping a quick arm around his side, and pulling away just as fast.
“…that was so measly..” He chuckled, moving his hands to properly wrap them around your waist, rocking you side to side a tad bit. “Love you, love you, love youuuu… you just gotta think happy is all… ooh.. mama, like the song… think happyyy, happyyy, happyyy,” he sung out, his cheek resting on the top of your head, pressing a small kiss to it. Though you were heavily annoyed at the fact he was singing his own song in your face, then he was singing it directly in your ear, you hugged him back of course, you weren’t that mean, that didn’t mean you didnt had an attitude filled expression bled into your face though, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck.
“Can you smile for me, please? You look really pretty when you smile, not like you’re not already pretty—… just, try to smile today, okay?” He smiled himself, his hands sliding up from your waist, to hold your cheeks, squishing them together playfully to make you make funny faces, then he just held him in his hands.
“..Kiss?” He suggested, to which you quickly shook your head no, your face still a bit dis morphed from the fact he was squishing your cheeks,
“Ugh, I don’t care about your stinkin attitude.” He chuckled, pressing three light feather kisses to your lips, that you quickly reciprocated, even though you “didn’t want them.” He let go of your face, shaking your shoulders a bit, before his hands quickly fell down to his sides.
“Please try and have a good day today, okay?” He chuckled, but a sense of seriousness washed over him as he looked at you, you nodded your head, and he started nodding his with you.
Over the years, Michael noticed your habits of having an attitude, and being moody, and always tried his best tmellow it down, and keep you down to earth. This was a prime example.
“…okay, I’m out of here, mama.. bye!” He smiled, as you stayed non-verbal, leaning a little closer, where you two met halfway, pressing a lingering kiss to each others lips, and slowly pulling away, as Michael left through your window, and you left through your bedroom door,
in one of these chapters or oneshots diana ass IS gonna be put to the ground don’t yall worry.. i need her ass dealt with in the nastiest way possible , im putting an altercation with her in BOTH of my fics
i might js make multiple oneshots abt this who knows..
Yall I need help 💔💔 in the next part of “just a teenager” there’s gonna be a time-skip to August 1976 (bit of a spoiler, but not tm), and I NEED to know if I should make reader a senior in highschool, or fresh out of highschool, this also determines her age, Michael would alr be 18 by this time, so should I make reader 18 too, or 17 pls lmk 💔💔
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18 and out of highschool
17 and a senior in highschool
Voting ended on16h
I personally think 17 and a senior buttt don’t worry abt what I think 👀
More of an idea rather than a request but I think it would be super cool/cute if there was a fic abt Michael and the reader loving each other in each love language!
Yesss this is soo cute!! Is it okay if I write it in kind of like a headcannon format??👀👀 js wondering what’s best for you!!
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ synopsis : imagines of young!black!fem reader, and mature!michael (set in 2000’s ofc.
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ contains : reader is considered wild, “young ho” in a sense. Some fluff, kind of comedy?? a tad little smiddge bit of smut. Age gap (reader is early / mid 20’s.)
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ a/n : black fem reader and mature Michael have been on my mind HEAVILY, plus some other fics have been fueling this inside of me, I HAD to get this off my chest 😖
✧.*young!black!fem!reader and mature!michael : who were first spotted together hand in hand at the nearest shopping mall, bags around your wrist, smiling at the paparazzi, while Michael kept his glasses close to his face. You guys met at a fashion show, where you showcased at, your bold walk, and your confidence bled through the crowd, catching Michael’s eye, he quickly asked to meet you backstage, wanting to learn more about you.
when you finally saw him, you didn’t give him the satisfaction of fan-girling, yes you knew about his music, you really enjoyed it, actually. But, you were bigger than that, to scream, and run around? Completely out of character.. so you kept it cute, and cool. Which, is honestly what made him fall for you in the first place.
“Hi, Mr. Jackson.” You smiled, holding your hand out, to politely shake. To which, he smiled, shaking your hand, rubbing a long, calloused finger along your palm. “oh, please.. call me Michael.” You guys hit it off ever since.
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✧.*young!black!fem!reader and mature!michael: Which Michael would invite to the studio, a way to show you how he does his work, and a way to show off subtly. His hands rubbing small circles on your waist, as you popped your gum in your mouth, nodding your head like you understood (you didn’t.)
“And that’s where you can enable the mic, but i think they have another button up there, where you can turn it on in the booth, so don’t worry.”
“Wasn’t going too.” You quickly snapped back, a annoyed sigh left your lips.
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✧.*young!black!fem!reader and mature!michael : which Michael can hardly take you on interviews with him, due to your smart mouth.
“..I just don’t understand why you’re so invested in our sex life,” y/n started, the interviewer, being weird and a little parasocial, had the nerve to ask “soo… how’s the sex life? Who’s the more dominant one, you know.. Michael being soft spoken—.”
That’s all you had to hear to completely go off on them.
“—he takes me down, and it feels good—“ You continued, and Michael playfully put a hand over your mouth, a small giggle leaving his lips, his glasses shaking up and down, rested on his face as the crowd laughed as well. “…this is the last time you’re gonna be in an interview with me.” Michael playfully said, his hand resting back onto her thigh, as another hand rested on his forehead,
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✧.*young!black!fem!reader and mature!michael : who Michael has to put in place frequently.
you were already pissed off before you even got to this event that Michael dragged you too. You had started your period, staining your white bed sheets, leaving you to clean them when you got home, because you weee too nervous to give it too the maid, though you deserved the life of luxury, you weren’t that comfortable of leaving people to deal with your dirty sheets.
Then, the symptoms of even having your period started kicking in, headaches, mood-swings, all of that. So here you sat, cameras in your face, as you were forced to hold Michael’s hand.
He noticed this, the attitude, the rolling of your eyes, the way you gave anybody who looked at you a dirty glare, you already had a bad rep of having a horrible attitude, so Michael knew he had to fix this.
Michael tapped you on your shoulder, going to press his lips against your ear. “…put a smile on your face, now. Do you want another headline about your attitude?” You rolled your eyes, your gaze getting darker as you scooted down in your seat, like a child who got caught, something only he could do.
The only one to make the famous fashion model submit so easily, was him. The loud music of the event covering up his words for no one else to hear, he pulled his lips away slowly, giving you a knowing look through his glasses, before squeezing your hand tighter, nodding his head to the music.
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✧.*young!black!fem!reader and mature!michael : where Michael STAYS with a phone in his face, because reader always records him.
your phone was propped in your hand, camera flicked to your mirror, showing you, and your curvy figure. “Mmhhhmmm..” you mumbled to yourself, pushing your hair past your shoulder, pushing out your duck-lips. It was Michael’s lucky day, because he scooted right past you, a small “ ‘xcuse me..” left his lips, before you grabbed him by the back of his shirt, bringing him back into the camera. “No, take a picture with me.” You giggled, pushing him to get behind you. Bringing his hand rest in your waist, as your phone flashlight flicked, a small giggle falling from your lips.
———
✧.*young!black!fem!reader and mature!michael : where reader is basically his chaperone (by force), and reader blasts music throughout the whole car ride.
“….i don’t know why you make it seem like I can’t drive… I’m a awesome driver..” You talked over the reader, one hand on the wheel, while the other one waved in the air.
Loud Hip-Hop blasted through the speaker, as you turned a corner sharply, almost hitting the curve. Michael gripped the handle of the car, carefully trying to calm his breathing.
“Baby.. can’t we just slow down.” He breathed out, a hand resting on your thigh, a way to subtly say “calm the hell down.”
“…don’t have a heart attack over there, grandpa.” You giggled, hitting another harsh corner, this time running over the curb. “See, you distracted me.”
———
✧.*young!black!fem!reader and mature!michael : where reader can’t help but send nudes everytime they’ve been too far away from each other, Michael being in public, sliding his reading glasses on to see them, and immediately blushing at the fact, forgetting to even respond sometimes. (No need to further explain on this one!😖😖)
A/n :I love me some mature Michael likeeee overly, I wanna write some dbf! hcs, but I rlly gotta put my mind to it, and find some bizarre ideas for that..!
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ :summary: you guys talking mess on the phone, simple as that !
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ : contains: cuss words, pet names , that’s about it. badera!michael husband!michael, being messy (reader is seen as black, but she can be wtv race u want!)
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ : a/n : REALLY short! also i got inspiration from videos whewwww chile michael was onnat phone talking shi all day..
your husband was away, he was on tour. You missed him a lot, it’s been a couple of months, and the last time he called was about.. last week.
Well, until now.
The phone rung while you were making dinner, thank the Lord the cord was long enough to reach so you can multi task. You picked the phone up, putting it to your ear.
“Hello?” you smiled, holding the phone between your ear and your shoulder.
“Baby,” Michael started, it seemed like he just finished a show. “this shit is crazy.” He said, which caught you off guard because he rarely ever curses.
“Huh? What happened?” You giggle, getting ready to hear all the gossip.
“Girl..” He started, leaning back in his chair.
—
It’s been about a hour since you answered the phone, you’re now sitting on the counter, still listening to what Michael had to say.
“And i told her even, I told her i said “you don’t want to do that,” I told her that fat-head rascal of a boyfriend of hers wasn’t any right, and she went back.. i saw them backstage, and when i say i was pissedddd.” Michael chuckled, as you just sighed, this is usually how phone-calls went around here, Michael talking your ear off.
“Did you confront her?” you asked, scooping the rest of your dinner onto your spoon, eating it. “I mean… i think you’re just… to invested in her life.” You mumble, using a suggestive tone.
“yes, i know! i tried baby.. believe me, i tried.. but she comes to me, crying. And, you know i’m a empathist, or whatever the word is.. so now whatever she’s feeling, i’m feeling it!”
You sighed, really tired about this bullshit, you didn’t want to hear anymore about it.. you really didn’t, so you did the best thing you could do.
“….i—i— hell—- hell—— mi—“ You fake glitched into the phone, having to cover your mouth to stifle your laughter.
“…baby, what? Your- your phones breaking up.” Michael said, worriedly, you can hear him tapping his phone, trying to get it to connect.
“I— i—“ you whispered into the phone, before ringing it back into its cradle, walking away from the technology.
You’ll call him next week.
a/n: can yall tell this is old??😭😭 im js tryna push out all my draftssssss ehhhh , also this js sum to hold yall overrrr, until i give out the GOOD works
hol up hear me out on ts; michael jackson x time traveler!reader who accidentally time traveled in time (can be any era really) 🫣
WAITTT YESS, THIS IS GOODDDDS !!! but this would be ONE ASS oneshot, bc i can’t afford to make another series, i think my phone would explode😭😭 along wit my head , idk i value this acc soooo much, and i rlly dont like to keep yall waiting, esp for new fics and new chapters for my other series and stuff so i feel like adding another series would have yall waiting even LONGER, idk how this turned to a vent session im sorryyyy , but YES ima work on this for uuu 🥹🥹🫡💞💞 when r u gonna get it???? i cant give an definite answer rn 💔💔
hi guys ima start writing toDAY. i was busy all today and the majority of yesterday, so i have rlly green able to catch up 💔💔 BUTTTT I AMMM, PROMISEEEEEEE IM SAWWY
WHEN ARE WE GETTING A PART FIVE OF LIFE WITH YOU???? It’s so good I’m obsessed real bad
IMM FINNA START WRITING SOONNN DWWW 😖😖😖 IM TRYNA SLOW DOWN ON WRITING EVERYDAY, BECAUSE IT HONESTLY BURNS ME OUTTTT, BUT YALL GON GET IT SOONNN , I PROMISWEEE,.. ALSOO THANKK YEWWW, I BE SO GIDDY WRITING THEM CHAPTERS YWLL DOMT EVEN KNOWWW…
BABYYYYYY CAN WE PLEASEEEEEEE GET PART TWO OF THE INTERVIEWWW????? LOVE IT SMMM UR WRITING IS AAAAMAAZINGGGGGGG U JS POTRAY IT SOOO WELL MAMAS
THANKKKK UUUUU, ITS MESSAGESS LIKE THIS THAT MOTIVATE ME SOOO MUCHHHH LIKE THIS IS WHAT BEING A WRITER IS ALL ABTTT
ALSO LIKE WHAT ELSE WOULD I ADDDD FOR A PART TWOOOO????? IM IN A LITTLE ONESHOT BLOCKKK RNNNN💔💔😖😖 BUT IVE DEF HAD A PART 2 IN MY DRAFTS FOR A LIL MIN, I JS DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO FORRR IT…
🧶 𐙚⋆.˚ summary : Michael gets jealous of you and Jermaine’s friendship, which causes you to get into a small argument (u cuss Michael’s ass out. Poor baby..), which you tell your sister about, and she goes to question Michael herself about his true feelings for you.
🧶 𐙚⋆.˚ contains : angst ?? Idk, Michael getting overly cussed out, jealous!mike, u and Jermaine basically being bsfs (kinda), a lil aave (like I said, black!coded reader + family), a bit of fluff with reader and Mike in the VERY beginning,. Beware, this chapter has like a flashback scene (goes back abt a hour), ur not tripping it did go back in time. Mentions of older siblings from both parties, I js find that so cute, new character involved! Michael and reader basically beefing the whole chapter...
🧶 𐙚⋆.˚ a/n : don’t mind the picture change guys 💔😓 I think I like this one a lot better than the other one so it has changed, I’ll also probably change the “life with you “ one as well, also ima try to make them get tg SOON, one of these chapters guys promiseeee.. I like writing this tho
JUNE 5TH 1974
~11:26 A.M~
Michael quietly stirred at bit, moving against the warm blanket. Last nights memories quickly came flooded in, the pool, the teasing.. the way you looked in your baiting suit, the way you looked in your pajamas.
The best part though?
The best part was the “practice” you guys had. He smiled to himself just thinking about it, even thinking about teasing you about it. That what he going to do, actually.
He sighed softly and teasingly, a sign to let you know he was awake, a fake yawn leaving his lips. “mmh…” He yawned, tasting the morning air on his tongue. “…Did you uhm.. did you like our practice last night?” He giggled, waiting for your snarky reply to verbally slap him in the face.
Instead? He was met with silence, which confused him, and also slightly embarrassed him. Scared he had made you uncomfortable, he sat up, playing it off like he was stretching, his eyes darting to the edge of the bed, looking for a sliver of your bed-head under the covers, or you looking up at him like “the fuck you just say?”.
He was met with nothing, which made his heart hurt, was last night a bad idea? I mean it was your idea, but what if he pushed you too much, grabbed you too roughly, did to much when he asked “should we practice longer kisses?” gosh, he knew it was a stupid question, he should’ve just shut up.
he was going to continue to sulk in his own stupidity and sadness, until he heard a giggle downstairs. And not just any giggle. Your giggle. No way, you couldn’t be downstairs. Then, he heard a faint voice following after your laugh. A distinct voice. Jermaine’s voice.
no way, he prayed he was hallucinating. He jumped up out his bed, and flew down the stairs so fast you could’ve swore he was flying. Once he made it downstairs, he peeped outside, to the pool deck, he saw you two. You guys were both sitting in chairs, looking down at the glistening pool water, you two were midst conversation knee-deep in one, he could say. Because, the way your eyes didn’t let go of him while he talked, a nod leaving your head every few seconds, told him all he needed to know.
He stormed to the patio door, catching the two in mid conversation. “Are you sure that was prac-“ Jermaine started, already earning a giggle from your lips, before he was sharply cut off, by the door slamming wide open, and a disheveled Michael standing right in front of it. You waved kindly, a knowing smile on your lips, as you couldn’t help but have your teeth find your bottom lip, biting it a tad bit. Gosh he looked so cute when he first wakes up. “Hi, Mikey.” You smiled, turning from your spot, where your feet were dipped in the pool.
you then realized, the silence michael was giving you, was probably not… uhm, good.
jermaine put his gaze on you, throwing you a look, before getting up from his seat, patting you on the back. “….’should give yall some space, later baby sis.” He smiled, grunting to the front door, where Michael gave him a look.
Michael groaned at the sight that was just before him, noticing how you kept your back facing him, Michael walked up to where you were sitting, looking down at the pool water.
“You ditch me at our sleepover, I have to wake up to an empty bed, and I come to find out, you’re talking to my brother, at the pool deck?”
you sighed now, finally understanding what this was about, he was mad at you., again,
“if… if you heard— if you heard what we were talking about, i promise you.. i promise you, it wouldn’t look as bad.” You whispered, your hands still in your lap, picking at your skin, as you sloshed your feet around the pool water.
Then, a sense of realization hit, and you realized “who is he to control who I talk to?!” So you, being you.. you snapped back.
”plus, you’re acting too overprotective about this, it’s getting kind of clammy, and weird, Michael.” You scoffed, your signature sassy attitude coming out to play.
“Oh.. oh i get it. I get it.” Michael dryly chuckled, his head leaning down now. “You like Jermaine, don’t you.. that’s why you defended him so much, why you’re so giggly around him? Why you left our sleepover early to go talk to him at the pool side like some type of romantic movie?”
what the fuck?!
“What the fuck?!” You scoffed out, pushing yourself up with your hands, dusting off the invisible particles off your pajamas. “You know what, Michael… you’re clearly stressed out… since Im “taking your big brother away from you”, or like— like somethings wrong with your brain… maybe you’re just like.. fucked up in the brain from all the touring and shit, so I’m just gonna save your sweet, rich, popular mind and i’m just gonna leave.” You laughed to yourself, as you left the backyard, going to pack your stuff and leave.
Michael scoffed, his expression full of shock from all the cursing that just came out of your mouth, and anger.. from all the cursing that just came out of your mouth... he didn’t know a 15 year old girl had that type of vocabulary. As he looked behind him, your body was gone, upstairs, as Michael mumbled to himself “yeah.. you go do that.” His feet sloshed around in the water, a annoyed glare on his face.
You scoffed as you grabbed your stuff from Michael’s room, your baiting suit that hung from his bathroom, and your jeans that were on the floor from when you changed. You grabbed your bags and left… how? Through his window that led to your bed room window. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you leave through his big front door, having to walk past his family, Joseph even, with tears streaming down your face. It was stupid, didn’t want to be seen like that.
JUNE 5TH
~10:48 AM.~
The sun beamed against your skin, the warmth of the glow slowly waking you up. You peeked up slowly, your eyes immediately jumped to Michael, fast asleep under his blanket. It was cute, he was cute. A small smile beamed on your lips, just like how the sun beamed on your face. Fully sitting up now, you pushed the blanket off your feet and legs, you swung your legs across the bed, your feet hitting the soft carpet, as you balanced on your two legs, still adjusting to still being awake. You walked to Michael’s bedroom door, before quickly stopping yourself. Turning around slowly, you saw Michael, still sleep under the blanket, and couldn’t help but to step a little closer to him, kneeling down to get a better look at him.
“I’ll be right back, Mikey, ima just get like… some orange juice or something.” You whispered, before looking around the room quickly, pressing a quick kiss to Michael’s forehead, before standing up, walking back to the exit, and leaving the room.
You tip-toed down the stairs, making your way to the kitchen before you got stopped by something.
Someone, exactly.
“Hey, baby sis.” Jermaine smiled, the nickname came out of nowhere, but it was because he was sure you and Michael would get together.. sooner or later, making you guys related in a sense, so he got a head-start into calling you it. Jermaine continued smiling at you, which you quickly smiled back, returning a polite nod, before you sat with your thoughts for a second.. keeping up with your steps next to Jermaine. “Hey— hey do you know uhm..” You started, your fingers clashing together a bit. “…Do you know who Michael likes?” You finally asked, to which Jermaine snorted out, covering his mouth, turning the corner of the bar, to which he opened the fridge, stopping you in your tracks. “Michael likes someone?!” He played dumbfounded, leaning from the fridge handles slightly, before grabbing something out the fridge, slamming the door.
“Jermaine, seriously!” You groaned, to which he chuckled going to sit on the bar. “I can’t tell you!” He’d laugh out, his head tilting back a little, you grumbled a bit, before he calmed his laughter, continuing his statement. “No— no but seriously, that’s like brother-code.. can’t tell you who Michael likes, he’d be pissed.” You sighed out of your nose, as your head bobbed in a slight nod. “…I-.. I get it.” An annoyed grunt left your lips, as you sat on a spinning chair, your elbows leaning against the table.
“It’s… it’s just— can I tell you something?” You mumbled, tapping your foot against the metal bar of the chair.
———
It’s been about 30 to 40 minutes since you’ve and Jermaine started talking, somehow, you’ve guys ended up next to the pool, as you sat criss-cross on a chair, Jermaine sitting by you. You let out a soft chuckle, Jermaine agreeing with you about something, as you continued your sentence.
“And then… then we kind of just kissed, for practice though! We both made it clear it was strictly for practice, but I… I kinda didn’t want it to be practice…” You admitted , leaning your upper half against the pool chair, your other half still cross crossed.
“Are you sure that was prac-“ Jermaine started, before he got cut off by the sound of the door slamming right open, when you two turned around, you saw a disheveled Michael, standing right behind you both.
JUNE 5TH
~12:00 PM.~
Your bedroom window was locked, and covered with the curtains. It was gonna stay that way for a while too. You were pissed out of your mind, Michael was acting overbearing, overprotective, over everything. That was one thing you hated, even with your own mother, hate feeling someone watch over you constantly, hate being told what to do, you were your own person for Christ sake!
A knock rung at your door, a soft sigh escaped your lips as you went to the door, cracking it a bit to see who was there. It was your older sister.
“Marlie.” You greeted, which was your sisters name, fully opening the door, letting her in now. She noticed the silence in the room, the lack of records playing, the lack of the sound of your laughter, whether it be you laughing at your television, or you daydreaming in your room, or talking too that little boy next door, who suddenly had all your attention, and everytime she brought him up, a smile would bleed across your face. Instead, the window was closed, curtains covering it… showing a sign to your older sister that maybe you and him weren’t on the best of terms right now.
“…This about Michael?” Marlie sighed, referring to the whole vibe of the room, and you. Gloomy, quiet, dark. Which you slowly nodded, your older sister settling on your bed, the slight creek of it ringing through your room, as she tapped a spot on the bed, which you quickly obliged, sitting down next to her.
“It’s… it’s just.. me and Michael hung out yesterday, you know that..” Your older sister nodded, silently asking you to continue. “And.. of course I saw Jermaine.”
“Oh really? How’s my friend been?” Marlie smiled, Jermaine and her were close friends, which you honestly didn’t really care about now, there was bigger fish to fry, you pressed your lips together, engaging in a bit of an eye roll.
“he’s fine, mar... that’s not the point.. I saw Jermaine, and I gave him a nice, friendly hug, yknow, me and Jermaine are like family, I consider him like a brother.”
“And… and what do you consider Michael as?”
“Mar! Can I finish!”
“Okay, right., sorry..”
“Anyways.. when I hugged Jermaine, Michael.. Michael had this look, and he looked mad and— and I asked him if he was okay and he claimed it was hot, so then after we got in the pool then he got mad again because Jermaine joined us in the pool, and then he dragged me out the pool! And then— then he claimed Jermaine had a crush on me which isn’t true, I’m almost positive he has a girlfriend I think, plus he’s 19 and I’m 15, then I told him he sounds crazy, he agreed then I showered and went upstairs after I changed and then Michael walked in and then we.. we did some things—“
“You did some things?! What things did you do Y/N?!” Marlie quickly snapped back, turning her body to face you, to which you buried your hands in your face . “You guys didn’t— no.. Y/N, tell me you didn’t.”
“No— no mar! No that!” You mumbled into your hands , to which you slowly lift your head. “I… marmar.. uhm.. it’s just.. it’s just we kissed… for a little while.”
Marlie gasped, as her gaze hardened on you “so— so you and Michael are together?”
“That’s the thing, Marlie! I.. It was supposed to be like practice. But I didn’t want it to be practice! I wanted it to be real! I wanted to kiss him to just… kiss him. I dunno..”
“Practice?! Practice for what?!”
“For when we find actual boyfriends and girlfriends!”
“Why won’t you two just date?!”
“I-… IM NOT GONNA ASK A BOY OUT?!”
“You must not like him that much then.”
“…I do..”
“Then ask him.”
“…it’s not that simple.”
“why?”
“…because, earlier this morning I left the room while Michael was sleep, just to get some orange juice and come right back. While I was walking.. I saw Jermaine.. and out of curiosity, I asked who Michael liked, since he brought up that he did like someone last night… and Jermaine didn’t tell me, so in the heat of the moment I told Jermaine all what happened, and we ended up outside, talking out next to the pool.. and while i was talking to Jermaine, Michael saw us together and got pissed, then I got pissed… then I kinda just stormed off, didn’t even say bye..”
“He’s jealous.” Your sister blurted out, which earned a harsh chuckle out of you, you didn’t believe that. Michael just wanted to be hard to deal with, to have all the attention to himself.
“What is there even to be jealous about? I’m not gonna take his brother away from him..” You scoffed, picking at your legs a little, your gaze not looking up to meet your sisters not once.
“Pfttt, are you stupid? He’s not worried about you taking his brother away from him, he’s worried about his brother taking you away from him, weird age gap and all.” She chuckled, her shoulders bouncing a tad bit before you sighed, “He likes you, Y/N.” Your sister said, and it finally hit you, that it may be a chance that Michael may like you back, which you quickly pushed back deep in your mind, not even letting the thought register to you.
“No— hah! No. Absolutely not, nope nope nope.” You jumped up out your bed, your hands going to caress your own head. “Y/N— the way he compliments you… ‘you don’t even need makeup, you’re pretty without it, and with it— of course’ .” She mocked him in his soft, gentle voice. “…. Such a dope.” Your sister chuckled, which you quickly flung your head to look at her.
“You heard that?!” You squealed, as she nodded, an evil nod.
“I was eavesdropping..”
“Ugh! Just No!”
“Anyways, the hugs!”
“Normal!”
“The way he quite literally confessed he missed you when you were only gone for a week!”
“I missed him too!”
“That’s because you like him!”
“But, he’s also my best friend.”
“That you like!”
“He got jealous.. on multiple occasions, for you just interacting with his brother.”
“He probably just thought Jermaine was being annoying. “
“And then the last and final strike, the one that’s the most obvious, you guys MADE OUT, for how long exactly?”
“…Like, 30 minutes?”
“…Y/N you’re stupid.. like you’re completely, utterly, stupid.”
“Ima talk to Michael!” She giggled, as she left your room, slamming the door behind her,
“Marlie— wait! Fuck!” You yelled, pounding your fist against your counter, which your mom yelled a quick “WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”
“Nothing mama!” You yelled back, tossing yourself on the bed.
JUNE 5TH
~2:32 PM.~
Your sister whipped open the curtains of your bedroom window, the one that led straight to Michael’s room. You werent home at the moment, your sister quite literally forcing you to go hang out with your friends for the rest of the day,
—
“One thing me and mama didn’t teach you, was to sulk and cry all day long about a stupid little boy, Michael Jackson or not. You better go innis’ roller rink, and you better laugh till your throat hurts, skate till your feet fall off, and have so much fun you not wanna go out again till’ your 30, you hear me?” She said, her hands on the steering wheel, as you nodded, hopping out the car.
—
that was about an hour ago, and you were long gone, skating, rolling around, laughing. Having a good time.
Your sister on the other hand? She was gonna get to the bottom of this.
She threw a small pebble at Michael’s window, and he answered in a flash, a fake annoyed look on his face as his curtains opened, like he had to tell himself “be pissed”, because before hand, he was giddy and jolly that you were finally wanting to talk to him.
that definitely happened before-hand.
“What… you wanna curse—“ Michael started, a force eye roll leaving his eyes before he realized who he was actually staring at, and it wasn’t you. “Marlie?!” Michael squinted, trying to figure out if it was actually her.
“Hi, Michael.. can we talk?”
———
“And then… then she cursed me out, saying my brain was f-… my brain was messed up from all the touring… and she said she’ll leave my popular, sweet, rich brain alone.. or something like that..” Michael mumbled, looking down at his lap as he sat on your bed, next to your big sister.
“You know you pissed her off, right?” Your sister sighed, her hand going to cover her own face.
“…I didn’t mean to sound overbearing.. or possessive… or.-“
“Jealous.” Your sister finished for him, to which his eyes widened, looking back at your sister, realizing thats what’s been brewing in his chest for so long.
“…shoot, I am jealous.. I dunno why—“
“You like Y/N, you like her soo much, to the point where you spiral and overthink when she talks to any male besides you, including your older, nineteen year old brother… who’s way to old for her.” Your sister chuckled, her tone sounding more like a “did I connect the dots?”
And boy, did she connect the dots.
“….dont tell her?” Michael mumbled, picking at the skin of his fingers, as he looked down at his hands. Marlie was right, and he was embarrassed.. embarrassed at how obvious it was, but even more embarrassed because he still hadn’t got the courage to tell Y/N how he feels.
“Yeah, no of course… I’m not gonna tell her, it’s not my place too… but you are. You’re gonna have to apologize, Michael… and like…. Not just your words, because you know y/n’s bougie, you need to do it big. Flowers. Candy… not a poster, she finds that corny—“ your sister continued, moving her place off the bed, and grabbing a spinny chair, scooting it right in front of where Michael sits.
“But seriously… you call her tonight, say you want to talk tomorrow… say you’ll pick her up, whatever time.. she’s gonna be a little stubborn at first, you know her, but once you keep bugging her, she’s gonna say yes. You pick her up tomorrow.. and you take her to your big fancy place with all your animals, because you know she loves your animals, especially your llama, for some reason… at the barn, or wherever you go, you have your flowers and stuff there, you make sure. You. Make. Sure! Your animals don’t get into it— you hear me? You hold your flowers up, and your candy, pull out your puppy dog eyes, and you apologize, sincerely… I know my sister, she’s gonna snatch the candy and accept it, because you’re her best friend, and— ugh, never mind, anyways, once you apologize… you just wait.. watch her play with the llama, because I know she’s gonna play with the llama, and then once it gets quiet.. you pull out like a cheesy catch line or something, your good at those, and then once you say the line.. you just… confess. You guys get together, cute young couple.” She said in a quiet whisper, like it was some big top secret, which it kinda was, this was a huge step.. and he knew this.
Michael sighed at all this, a shaky exhale leaving his lips.
”And… and if she rejects me? I lose my friendship with her, and I look stupid.”
Marlie sighed, now she had to convince Michael that you wouldn’t reject him, not by a long shot.. but she had to convince him without telling him the main reason why, that you like him right back.
“…I mean, who would reject Michael Jackson?” She chuckled, making Michael nod, finally convinced on this plan.
JUNE 5TH
~8:26 pm.~
You finally got home from roller-skating, the memories of that night replaying in your head as you threw yourself on the bed, kicking your shoes off. You had so much fun, your mind completely off Mr. Jackson, for the first time since… forever, you weren’t worrying what he was doing, how he was feeling… or whatever.
You laid in your bed, rolling around your comfy pajamas, watching your television, your favorite channel was on tonight, so you planned to snuggle in your bed, probably pull an all-nighter, sneak some snacks, your usual.
that was until your phone rung, and you knew exactly who the hell it was. You sighed, sliding out of your bed too your phone, snatching it off the cradle, pushing it against your ear. “Hello?!” You groaned, as you rolled your eyes, hoping he could feel your attitude through the phone.
“I-…” Michael started, getting a little shy, before he matured up, putting a tad bit of more base in his voice (which he honestly sounded stupid, but you’ll let him think he did sum.) “I’ll be at your house by 12. You need to be ready by then, no exceptions.” He stated, before you heard the phone hit the cradle, a ring sound rung in your ear
you gasped at the sudden hang up, before slamming your own phone back to its cradle, a soft scoff escaping your lips. “…I’ll see you tomorrow, Mikey.” You mumble sarcastically, walking back to your bed too get your full 8 hours of rest, you had a busy day tomorrow.
I hope yall liked this chapter !! I lowkey can’t wait to write the 4th part, but ofccc ima give myself a little break (by break by mean ima sleep for like 4 hours) but yesss! Yall finna get fed and they WILL get tg next chapter dwww!
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ : you and Michael experience the trials and tribulations of life together, from living in Gary, Indiana together, to him producing a life for you two you never would’ve thought you’ve experience.
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: contains; angst, smut, fluff, series, joseph warning 💔 his family, your family, user goes by “Y/N”, but sometimes gets called nicknames, fem!reader and michael in long term rls, series (idk how many parts yet. ) and more! i’ll try to write this all the way from the jackson 5 era, to invincible , maybe? i don’t know yet. black!reader (but i don’t specify upon her looks to often, so she can be wtv u want her to be!)
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: a/n: hey guysss, chapters for this series MAY MAYBEEE will come out a tad bit slower, bc i’m also working on another series plus some oneshots, but they’ll DEF still come out, 👀👀
“I-i’m sorry… it’s all my fault.” Michael whispered, now laying against the headboard, blanket covering his bottom half. “I should’ve had protection near by… I should’ve just pulled out.. i was just too caught up.”
You were silent. You really couldn’t afford pregnancy right now your career just starting to flourish, it wouldn’t look right to be a pregnant model.
But what if this was part of your destiny? What if this was meant to happen.
“…I don’t wanna talk about this right now, Michael.”
You mumble, turning your back towards him. You weren’t really mad at him… i mean yes you were. But, you were also mad at yourself, for letting this happen, for losing your virginity without being married, for this potentially going to ruin your career.
All of it was too much, all you wanted to do is sleep, to pray this was a dream, you would wake up, and none of this would’ve happened.
“…Can you have Bill get a pregnancy test please? First thing in the morning?” You mumbled, sleep taking over your body now.
“….Yeah.. yes i will.” Michael mumbled, scooting more under the blankets aswell, his eyes closing as sleep took over both of you guys.
———
It was the next morning, and 9am. The door cracked open as Michael walked into your apartment, a black bag hanging off his fingers like clothes hanging off a hanger.
“He bought three.” Michael mumbled, as you walked to the bathroom, he followed closely, as he shut the bathroom door behind you two.
—
“…I just.. i just want you to know, whatever happens, i’ll be here for you.” Michael whispers, as he watches the first pregnancy test. You took all three, just to be absolutely positive on your answer.
“…You have no other choice to be here for me, you’re the one who did this.” You snapped back, not even meeting his eyes.
“I know, it’s just—“
“That was supposed to make me feel better, okay. Thanks Mike.” You said sarcastically, as you went to go sit on the closed toilet seat.
“I said i’m sorry!” Michael whined, going on his knees infront of you.
“Sorry doesn’t help if i’m pregnant! This can potentially ruin my whole career!”
“Well does that mean you’ll let me take care of you—“
“Oh, fuck off, Michael!” You groaned out, pushing him away with your foot.
“…You can be as mad at me all you want, but you have to be somewhat mad at yourself too, you let this happen, you knew I didn’t have protection, and you still had sex with me.” Michael groaned, laying his body against the bathroom wall.
“I didn’t know you didn’t know how to fucking pull out!”
“It was my first time!”
The timer rung for the first pregnancy test, both of you went silent.
“…Check it.” You told Michael, being to scared to even look at it yourself, as you went to go face the wall.
Michael got up from the bathroom floor, going to the sink where the pregnancy tests laid; the first one already had its answer, while the other two were undetermined still.
“…Well, what does it say?” You mumble, looking up from your knees.
“….Negative.” He mumbled.
For the first time since last night, you felt like you can finally breath a little bit, your face calming down a tad, as you stood up, looking at the test.
“…Okay.. okay. good.” You mumbled, looking up at the mirror now, Michael’s eyes landed on you, showing you a friendly smile.
Another 3 minutes passed.
dingg!
“what does it say..?”
“negative again..”
Another 3 minutes passed.
“…”
“…Well..?”
“I uhm…” Michael mumbled, looking at you now. Your heart dropped.
“It’s… it’s..-“
….
“Negative.”
He giggled, trying to be all ominous to tease you.
“Seriously Michael? This isn’t the time for jokes.”
“I’m sorry! You can visibly see the blood leave your face, it was so adorable.”
“Get out.” You mumbled, standing up and out the bathroom.
“…What..? Huh?” He mumbled, standing up behind you, following right behind like a lost puppy.
“…Get your shoes from the bedroom, get your pants, your shirt, and leave.” You said louder, pointing to your bedroom.
“…Babe—“
“I don’t want to even look at you right now.”
He let out small chuckle, leaning against the wall.
“You’re gonna kick me out the place I pay for?” He chuckles, not moving from where he was standing.
“Paid! Paid for! You haven’t paid a BILL in this house since 1979. Don’t pull that shit.”
You walk pass him, gathering his stuff, a soft scoff leaving your lips.
“Plus, you pushed this on all me so hard, if i went back home that summer you would’ve went insane.” You chuckled, a bitter laugh that wasn’t really humorous.
“I would’ve been fine.” He mumbled, folding his arms unsuringly leaning against the bedroom door. You walked to the front of the door, the height difference evident, as you tried to push pash through him.
“Move, Michael.” You groaned out, a small whine leaving your lips in annoyance. “I want you out.”
“No, why would I leave, sweetheart?”
“Michael, leave.”
“No.”
“Get out the way, Michael.”
“Not until we talk about this, Y/N.”
“…You don’t scare me.” You scoff, trying to walk past him as he slightly pushed you back, grabbing you by your shoulders.
“That’s not my goal, sweetheart? But you’re not gonna walk over me like this? You have to understand if you were pregnant, you would’ve been at fault too.” He sighed, his hands still pushing you know, going to make you sit on the bed, as he sat beside you. Him saying that slightly calmed you down, he was right, what we did that night was consensual on both parts, so maybe I shouldn’t be as harsh on him.
Is what I was thinking before he said this.
“Sheesh, Y/N, I remember you were bitchy, but you were never this bitchy.” He chuckled to himself, which quickly earned him a slap on the face.
what the fuck? You were bitchy? When were you ever bitchy? Being mad because your career was potentially going to fail is considered bitchy?
“If i’m so bitchy then why won’t you just break up with me?! When have I ever been bitchy to you, Michael! I have been nothing but— but sweet, and respectful, loving— and now since I don’t want to be pregnant by you, i’m bitchy?!”
You stood up, throwing his clothes in his face now, as you opened your bedroom door.
“Can you please get the hell out before I actually have to call the police on myself.” You sighed, which Michael got up now, silent in embarrassment, and regret. He didn’t mean bitchy as mad, he liked bitchy. It was one of the things he was attracted to of you.
He walked pass you by the door, but not before he tried to pull you in by the waist, giving you a kiss on the lips before you pushed away.
“Don’t kiss me, we’re not together.” You mumbled, your hands holding there distance by his chest, where Michael’s cocky grin slowly disappeared. You guys were arguing, okay cool. Couples do it all the time, you slapped him? Ouch okay.. but he deserved it. You guys weren’t together anymore? This had gotten too far.
“What?! No, mama i’m sorry.” He mumbled, trying to pull you closer, which was working.. a little, you were really strong.
“Baby.. baby wait no.” He whined out now, as you tugged and pushed away from him, as he did the complete opposite. “Michael get off of me!” You yelled, slapping his chest, as he picked you up off the ground, throwing you on the bed. This was clearly all a big joke to him, he knew you weren’t using your full strength on him, and now that he thought about it, when you guys were younger, you always pulled the “break up” card whenever things didnt go your way. He just had to show that he was the boss of this relationship now.
He jumped on top of you as you squirmed off the bed, “trying” desperately to push him off you.
“My girlfriend, of FIFTEEN years, wants to break up with me?” He giggled, his hands going to your stomach to tickle you, and sadly, and untrue to yourself, you laughed, grabbing onto him tighter.
“I’m nottt everrrrrrr gonna let that happen, you hear me missy?” He smiled again, as he continued his tickling, your hands wrapping around him tighter.
“Okay! Okay! I won’t break up with you! Promise!” You said in between laughs, as he finally stopped tickling you, pressing a kiss onto your lips as he climbed off of you.
“Do i still have to leave..?” He mumbled now, using his puppy dog eyes as he laid his head on the edge on the bed, his knees placed on the floor.
“…No, ‘want you to stay.” You smiled, as you tugged him up on the bed with you, wrapping your hands around his waist as you pulled him closer.
NOVEMBER, 1982.
Overstimulation wasn’t the word for what you and Michael were dealing with these last couple of months.
Thriller had just dropped, little did you guys know, that that album would change Michael’s life forever.
And you? You’ve offically debuted as the face of your modelings agency company. It was a big accomplishment for the both of you.
Michael hadn’t seen your pictures, of course.. You were honestly nervous to share them with him, anyways. Which was crazy, considering the fact the whole world was gonna have access to them.
With Thriller just dropping, a weight was took of Michael, in a sense… his air became fresher, limbs became looser, everything was just better for him.
You wish you could say the same with you, and your shoot, though. A sigh fell through your glossed lips as you walked inside your home, keys jingling inside your hand, a simple alert to know, “i’m coming in!” Mike heard this, stiffening on your couch like a bad-ass kid who did something he wasn’t supposed too.
“…Man, you gotta start alerting people when you’re inside there houses.” You groaned, placing your purse on the bar, rubbing a hand over your face. Despite him having a key, him barging in
“…’m sorry… sorry.” He smiled, getting up, properly now to greet you, his arms wrapping around your frame.
“…Why aren’t you out like… celebrating?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes tiredly, craning your head up in order to get a stable look at him.
“Well…” He mumbled, pulling his arms from around you, going to grab something from the living room table, before quickly coming back.
“…We needed to celebrate you first!” He chuckled, to which he held up the magazine, yes the one with the pink lingerie that was gonna be plastered everywhere, right where Michael can see it.
Your face turned extremely hot, as he held the picture up so innocently, he loved it, while you despised him even looking at it.
“I saw this today, in the office. And, and i was like wowww, and my jaw dropped and— and you’re just so beautiful… so lucky to have you, baby.. i am.” He continued to ramble on, his hands finding a way to your hips again guiding you to the couch, laying you on there as his fingers guided to the waistband of your pants.
“…I mean, you gotta get a reward for that, right?”
this is a short chapterrrr, i promise i’ll try and make the 5th one longer!! this is also a problem with me overworking myself, i notice a lot of writers don’t drop fics everyday, which is why there stuff he so GOOD! i gotta learn to slowww down.
