Not to say michael doesn’t get enough credit (he don’t), but I feel like people really gloss over the fact that he made bangers for like roughly 30 whole fucking years straight… like consistently making chart topping tracks and albums for THIRTY DAMN YEARS STRAIGHT (give or take)!!!!!! No one has ever fucking done that before or after him. That’s truly insane. And that’s not to mention jackson 5 stats!!!!
waking your boyfriend michael up after hearing a noise that startles you in the middle of the night😭
You were currently annoyed—it was 3am and something was tapping at the window and your beloved boyfriend was fast asleep completely unbothered by the sounds and that enraged you—how could he just sleep so peacefully?
You huff, getting up deciding to check for yourself. Feet lightly tapping as you tighten your pink silky robe around your waist. You hardly make it out of the room before the sounds start up again.
Chitter—Tap!
“Oh my god!” You yelp immediately running back towards the bed where Michael slowly stirs up. You jump into his arms immediately. “Michael! Michael, Michael wake up!” You shake him and he sits up, hand flying to your waist as you grip him for comfort. “Baby what time is it?” He questions, “it’s—that doesn’t matter I think someone is trying to break in!”
He sits up immediately, “no one is trying to break in I can promise you that.” he says, a bit annoyed you woke him up from his sleep and he turns around. “Michael.” You urge again, shaking him harder so he didn’t fall back asleep. “Baby.” He responds. “Please check?” He couldn’t resist your begging and what sounded like genuine fear so with a heavy sigh he stands up.
You follow close behind him as he tiptoes out the room and towards the front door, the first thing he does is look out the hole of the door before swinging it wide open, the cool air hitting the both of your faces. He steps outside and you follow, except you stay closer by the front door.
Hiss—Tap!
You see no Michael, you start playing with the hem of your robe, growing nervous by the second, once you notice how long he’s taking to return you bite your lip and clench your fist as you step out into the breezy night, following the sound.
“Boo!” He pops out and you let out a shrill. “Michael!” You shove his shoulder. “You ass.” Your lip trembles. “Did you see what it was?” He nods, “It was a raccoon, baby, can we go back to bed now?” He ushers grabbing your hand and leading you back to the bedroom, you let out a sigh of relief. A raccoon..you almost laugh at the fact.
He drapes the blanket over you both and switches the lamp off. “Wait.” You murmur, he softly hums waiting for you to continue. “I want to go to sleep first—don’t go to sleep until I’m sleep.” You say against his chest and he traces invisible shapes against your back.
“Your wish is my command, mama.” He placed a kiss on your forehead.
From time to time you call out his name to make sure he’s still awake and he always responds with a soft hum or a ‘still awake, baby’ along with a ‘mhm’ or a kiss on the forehead.
guys literally there’s a raccoon that’s terrorizing me rn EVERY NIGHT at exactly 4am im mad as hell!!!😭 also I’m thinking about making a tag list sooo let me know if you want to be tagged !!
come to think of it, michael biopic has grossed 1 billion, on 13 july, the day where michael was supposed to host “this is it” tour, he kept his promise… michael came back for us!!
notes: guys this was funnier in my head i swear. thanks anon for the request!
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you sigh, shutting the magazine that you’re reading, or pretending to read. michael is sitting on the couch opposite you, with his glasses perched on his nose and a book in his hands.
“michael.” you call.
he doesn’t respond, doesn’t even move a muscle, he just continues reading like you’re not right infront of him.
“c’mon mikey this is stupid. you’re upset over a petty debate over orange juice… really?” you scoff at your own words because it sounds hard to believe.
you and him ended up having a debate about which juice is better. orange or apple juice. and you were adamant that apple juice is ten times better than orange juice and he got extremely defensive.
he clears his throat, turning the page of his book. still refusing to acknowledge your presence.
“y’know you’re childish as fuck right.” you say, rolling your eyes at his ridiculous behaviour.
after being ignored for the third time, you stand up and walk to the couch he’s sitting on.
you snatch his book out of his hands, setting it on the coffee table and plop yourself down on his lap.
surprisingly he lets you do all of these things, biting his lip in annoyance and turning his head to the side so he doesn’t have to make eye contact with you.
“michael joseph jackson.” you cup his cheeks, forcing his face in your direction. “m’sorry if you got offended over your precious orange juice that you seem to love more than me but this is immature.”
he stays silent, looking into your eyes with a raised brow.
oh wow, so he’s still being stubborn. you’re literally sitting on his lap, and he’s still ignoring you.
over fucking orange juice?
“michael!” you exclaim, dropping your hands to his shoulders and giving them a light shake.
you drop a kiss on his cheek, then the other cheek before planting many, many pecks on his lips.
he doesn’t kiss you back, deciding to close his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at you.
“ughhh,” you groan, “talk to me.” you pout, grabbing his cheeks so you can kiss him a few more times.
“you’re…” kiss “being…” kiss “so…” kiss “stubborn!”
michael let’s out a loud sigh, when you start to pepper kisses along his jaw. at this point you’re surprised he hasn’t tried to push you off yet. this is just giving you the impression that he secretly likes you being all clingy with him.
“im going to sleep in the guest room if you continue to ignore me. and then all you’ve have in life is your stupid orange juice.” you mumble, in between your kisses before you drop your head down to his neck.
you start kissing the smooth skin of his throat, opening your mouth wider so you can lick and suck the subtle skin into your mouth.
you hear a low groan rumble out of michael’s mouth, making a small grin form on your lips.
he’s cracking!
you continue your now mission, nibbling the sensitive skin of his throat, soothing the bites with your tongue.
you feel a large hand, settle on the dip of your waist, pulling you even more forward on his lap where you can feel the thick, unmistakable bulge of his growing erection.
got him!
“so now you want to touch me?” you question, raising your head with a grin.
he looks at you with narrowed eyes, his hand tightening its grip on your waist.
“you’re not being fair.” he speaks up, his lips forming a scowl.
“and now you want to speak?” you say in disbelief.
you grin, kissing him deeply before moving away and laughing when he tries to chase your lips.
“nuh uh. nope.” you shake your head, hopping off of his lap and swatting away his hands that try and pull you back.
“mama come back.” michael whines, unable to hide the massive tent in his sweatpants.
you shrug, leaving the living room knowing that he’ll most probably follow you. “if you need something that badly then ask your orange juice since that was worth ignoring your girlfriend over.”
you squeal running towards the bedroom when he stands up, chasing after you.
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