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michael jackson x fem reader

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[mssummervile]

part three. part two. part one.

ꪆৎ fangirl!reader. musician! reader. from bad era! michael to mature era. 10 years age gap or less? story line doesn’t follow that much accuracy ( altered asf 🙈) long chapter. sorry for the long wait. recommend listening to the adventures in paradise album by minnie riperton !

ever since that first kiss on the ferris wheel, the two of you had become nearly inseparable. any free moment michael could find was spent with you. long phone calls and having the chance to chat quickly became one of the favorite parts of your day. he never stopped being sweet and making you laugh. little by little, michael was letting you further into his world. even with the tour approaching closer by the day, michael found ways to make time for you. quiet visits squeezed between rehearsals and stolen afternoons or evenings hidden away from curious eyes.

ꪆৎ

rare days off had become a luxury lately. the tour’s departure date crept closer and closer, his schedule had been packed from sunrise to sunset. which made today all the more special.

seated in the backseat, michael absentmindedly adjusted the bouquet resting on his lap while a small collection of gifts occupied the space beside him. from behind the wheel, bill spared him an amused glance through the rearview mirror.

“ you’re really spoiling that girl, this must be something serious this time ‘round.” michael immediately dropped his smile or tried to. “ I’m not.” bill laughed at his rather quick response. “ you ain’t fooling me, joker. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you buy this many gifts for somebody.”

“ I buy gifts for people.” bill let out a dramatic hum. “ right.. right.. sure.”the silence that followed only seemed to prove his point. bill had known michael long enough to notice things others missed. especially that lighter mood. for the first time in a while michael looked happy in a that had nothing to do with his own success.

“ you really like her don’t you, joker?” michael absentmindedly adjusted one of the gift bags. “ it’s hard not to, i mean she is bright… one of a kind. i put phonecalls with her over rehearsals any time. no, im joking.” a faint grin tugged at michael’s lips and bill caught the hint that he wanted to keep it on the surface level for now. “ yeah, i bet you are. just be careful though.” the older man’s expression grew more thoughtful. his sudden mention of cation caught michael’s attention. “ what do you mean?” he remained silent, waiting for elaboration. “ what i mean is that she’s a rising artist, you’re michael jackson and people gon talk. all it takes is one photographer. one person recognizing a car…just one slip up…you know better yourself.” michael glanced down at the bouquet in his lap. “nobody knows.” he heaves out a sigh. “ not yet. but secrets have a way of getting out.” the man pauses, “ all I’m saying is for you to think ahead. I’d advise you both to keep it under wraps for now. so be careful.” michael sat with the thought for a moment before nodding. “ you’re right. that’s definitely in the back of my mind.” the conversation eased after that and drifted to lighter subjects.

“well I’ll be damned.” the moving car slowly came to a stop, bill parking it. michael’s eyes wandered across the property, and by surprise there wasn’t a single thing that screamed wealth. “ you sure we got the right address ? you sure she living here?” bill was in disbelief, he was expecting a mansion but the house looked normal not even close to reflecting her paycheck. if anything it blended into its surroundings. the only exception was the garden. lush greenery framing the property making it appear much larger than it is.

“ i seriously expected something more grandiose. something up the hill with six gates and other extravaganza just like her peers.” that made michael laugh, “ yeah i did too. but she did mention that she gets that a lot whenever she gets visitors. but it’s best to not associate her public image to her home. I’m not even sure the neighborhood is aware of the person living here.” the contrast was striking, so far apart from the luxury and elegance that she presented in the media. bill glanced at michael with a smile. “ i think i like her already. by the look of this alone makes it clear that she got a good head on her shoulders.” bill joked which made michael laugh. “ yeah? you don’t even know her on personal level yet.” bill proceeded to wave him off. “ I don’t need to, man. you go on ahead. alright joker.” michael said his goodbyes and quickly found himself standing in front of your door.

a pair of sunglasses rested on his face doing little to hide the smile he’d been wearing for most of the drive. he let out a deep breath as he adjusted the gifts tucked beneath his arm. then the door swung open.

“ welcome to my humble abode!—sir.” your eyes immediately land on the gifts in his hands since they were hard to miss. your features formed a deadpanned expression. and he simply stared in awe that was short lived the moment he heard the disbelief in your tone. “ before you say anything, yes i brought more stuff.“ and all you could do is sigh. “but michael.. soon enough i won’t have any space left to put all of these gifts.” you respond resigned, a tinge of humor. “sorry about that but i think I’ve officially lost the ability to show up empty handed.“ all you could do is blink and shake your head, “ you’re too sweet sometimes but thanks to you i got a built an extra room to put everything, but do come in.”

once inside michael set the gift bags aside before glancing around and taking the warmth of your home for the first time. it felt just like you. he watched you fill a vase with water in the kitchen, carefully arranging the flowers in their new place. it wasn’t hard to not notice his gaze that stayed on you throughout the whole process, afterwards you couldn’t help but ask. “ why do you keep looking at me like that?” he shook his head lightly after you pulled him out of a trance. “ I was just thinking of how nice that color looks on you.” that made you look down at your sundress before meeting his eyes again. “ thank you, actually i was planning on a white dress but you know how difficult it is to not catch a stain.” you groan, “ but im glad i choose this one.” you smile. “ not that my opinion matters but me too, we can agree that any color looks great on you. you do so without trying.” he quickly said, lowering his head slightly before meeting your eyes again. missing the flustered face you wore. before either of you could linger on the moment, a faint flutter of wings caught his attention.

“ wait a minute.” he instantly perked up, his feet moving towards the living room and finding a large bird cage in the corner. two white birds shuffling along the perch and chirping. “ these are beautiful..” Michael crouched down slightly, resting his hands on his knees as he admired them. “ they know it too,” that comment earned a quiet laugh from him. “ oh yeah, i bet they do.” before she could answer, his gaze caught something else in the room. his eyes grew wider. more so surprised at how he less perceptive he’d been. “ ma’am you have an aquarium too? ” michael laughed. you kept on adding more to the lists of surprises. one could’ve never guessed you were an animal person. he at least didn’t. “ it’s nothing strange unlike the zoo you have at home. but we won’t get into that,” now he stood in front of the glass entirely captivated as fishes lazily drifted through the water. “ oh but we can…” he challenged and you accepted. “ it’s a bit vague but from what I’ve known is that you have giraffes, you’ve had snakes growing up and a llama.” you reached for a small container beside the aquarium. “and of course we can’t forget bubbles.”

his laugh came instantly. “oh please. leave bubbles out of this.” you hand him the container with a head shake while making the motion for him to try feeding the fishes and he did as requested. “ look. all I’m saying is that neither of us mind having animals around.” the fish gathered near the surface the moment he sprinkled a pinch of food into the water. “ mhm. i confide in them easier than with people. I’ve always had those kinds of friends growing up.”

“ I’ll never get people who try to paint you all types of crazy just because you have a chimp too.” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, thinking about how much controversy surrounded that area of his life too. “ but i like your relationship with bubbles. he’s basically like your child, right? .. how are you gonna handle it when he gets older though?” michael glanced over, her smile softening. “ i try not to think about that part. oh i don’t even want to picture it. him out of the picture would be.. it certainly would be something. but I hope to keep him around, I will.” he said concluded so self assured. and to hear him be so expressive made something soften within you.

“ i know you’re not planning to stay here the whole day, so there’s something I just can’t wait to show you.” you took his hand and led him down the hallway and opened a door. the sight before him made him look around in disbelief. shelves packed with vinyl records stretched across the room. thousands of them were neatly lined and arranged. a record player sat in the corner clearly well used but expensive and beside it a soft sofa. you almost cackled at the reaction of him slowly stepping inside, “ welcome to the universal maze. you fancy it?” you tease and he could only nod, incredibly intrigued and already scanning the rows. “ this is incredible.. it’s a lot actually.”

“ don’t you like record stores? come here instead. now that I think about it, it’s so absurd that you have to get in some disguise just to get an album. you can just come straight to me. so do take that into consideration.” you dare to blurt that out, almost hating how that came out of you so easily. “ is this your way of getting me to come back? because i promise you i will..” he peered over his shades with a sly grin while pulling out a rare title. he had to ask, “ is this an original pressing? Wait a minute… how did you get all of these? this is a whole record store worth millions..” thats all he’d been viewing, it was such a wide variety of music and different genres all together. you practically owned a treasure chest.

“ well, my father’s a dj or at least he was.” you start to explain. “ I’ve always been exposed and always had access to records. every time he visits he ends up in here for hours, just.. stacking and propping the shelves in. it became kind of a hobby for him over the years because he’s collected so much. “

“ your father is an amazing man. this is history right here, you better keep this protected.” he chuckled. his respect for you doubled the amount he already has for you.

after a bit of browsing, they settled on adventures in paradise by minnie riperton. “ excellent choice.” michael declared as you placed the record carefully on the turntable. the first notes filled the room turning the atmosphere dreamy and warm. “ this is where i mostly spent most of my time. i contemplated on turning part of it into a home studio at some point. the urge was strong when i first moved in. but.. I don’t know..” you glanced around the room deeply pondering once more. “this isn’t a place to work. it’s where I come to breathe.” the conversation started as soon as you both settled on the sofa. your legs casually stretched across his lap and his hands absentmindedly tracing patterns on your bare skin. you had grown so comfortable together. he hummed in response and then remained quiet for a moment. it safe to say that he’s completely enamored by all of the albums. all it did was made him think. “ I get that. but I’m not sure if I’d call music work.” you raise a brow at him, and he met your gaze. “ I’m serious, (name).” with a nod of his head towards the shelves, he continued. “ I think if your heart’s really in it, it shouldn’t feel like a burden.”

you couldn’t help the scoff back. it was soft but very telling. “ ok now hold on, we won’t sit up here and pretend as if you and i both don’t know the pressure that comes in the studio room. it far more demanding than what i thought. see, writing works perfectly fine. I’ve always loved writing. but recording? that’s basically hell–“ all he did was shake his head at your complaint. “ oh so you disagree with me?” your facial reaction had your feelings depicted all across. “ no,(name). i think you’re letting the pressure get louder than the reason you started.” the room fell completely quiet for a moment except for the music playing in the background. “ you don’t spend your free time surrounded by thousands of records because you hate it. the proof is visibly right here itself. every artist, all the greats in this room probably had days where they had the same complex feeling. but they showed up anyway. let it be an inspiration for you .. to have the ability to create music is magic. and you have that.”

the words floated in the air between you. you’d heard this message before. countless times even. the only difference present being that it wasn’t simply just advice. it was more impactful coming from him and it was laced with a lot of understanding. like he meant exactly what it meant to struggle and still show up any way. to have that strong passion that keeps you driven.

and so, you shifted closer without a single uttered word until you were sitting on his lap. michael instinctively held you affectionately with arms wrapped around you, providing so much comfort that came naturally and unexplained. finally you let out a quiet sigh. “ someone can never win in an argument with you, can they?” he rested back into the sofa, not saying anything yet only listening. “but you’re right.. in this moment i realized that i have the capabilities to just be myself in music. and that i had lost that purpose, or abandoned it even. but you kind of reminded me that i still have the chance.. and a wake up call was due so im grateful for that.. i really am.” one hand caressed your back with care that made you relax and his gentle voice filled your ears with ease. “ you didn’t lose it. it was always there, you just got in your own head for a bit and that’s alright. it happens to everyone. you’re exposed to it for the first time in your life, but don’t let it stop you.”

every time it surprised you how easily he offered reassurance. and that alone wasn’t enough to summarize up the beauty of his soul. it made you feel seen and heard and the consistency of it made you more certain of that he wasn’t performing, you’ve learned to accept that it was simply who he is. without thinking much about it, you snuggle further into his providen comfort.

before you could keep your intrusive thoughts to yourself, you murmured“ fuck that tour.” michael blinked and stifled a laugh. “ woah… well at least we know where you stand. im not gonna disappear on you (name), we’ll get back to this as soon as it’s done with.” he pressed a kiss on the crown of your head. it should’ve been another moment of tenderness but your irritation spiked causing you to lean back. “awww, that’s just so lovely isn’t ? I’m sure I’ve have loads of time for the both of us!” your voice was high pitched for that short while, dripping with sarcasm until the end of that last line. “ wrong. my schedules already decided for next year. it’s packed. barely any gaps. I mean I’m happy for you with the whole tour but you’ll be soooo exhausted.” a breath left you, calmer now but still frustrated.

“ then we don’t force it. we’ll just make space where we can. and stop being pessimistic, angel.. we’ll figure it out.” his big hands hold either side of your face, pressing a long kiss on your forehead. you stayed close but your brows were still drawn together. “ when are you gonna take those sunglasses off? we’re indoors, michael.” you muttered. suddenly more annoyed than before. the fact that he had to leave just right at the moment you grew more attached to him. life’s so cruel.

he reached up and slid them off, placing them aside. “ there, better?” his eyes being finally freed from any shield was just a simple act that wasn’t supposed to mean a singular thing.

that was until the opening of inside my love slipped into the background. the music that played so softly during all the previous tracks had apparently increased its volume without your knowledge and it took this moment for you to realize. not just you alone, michael felt it too. the moment the chorus chimed in, words were left unspoken there was no time for lips to communicate but for lips to connect. both just naturally moving together. ever so fresh and fulfilling.

this opportunity might never come again. for all you know this could be a kiss goodbye. those were the thoughts that infiltrated your mind with speed. and the moment you felt his hardened evidence beneath you, the kiss grew more steamy and almost rushed tempo. one hand hold the back of your neck so suddenly, getting a better angle to deepen the kiss just so he can get a better taste of you. and the other dangerously tracing up your exposed leg, skimping all the way up to your thigh. this was more than enough confirmation of the risk he was also willing to take.

[mssummervile]

I’ll upload part 3 soon, it’s taking me a whileee cus it’s a long ass chapter I’m writing. 🫠

check out : part one, part two

[mssummervile]

ꪆৎ all the things your man won’t do

one shot smut ! rushed ending. eater mike alert ! my first attempt at smut. unspecified relation. cheating.. toxic reader. so embarrassed abt this. filthy (?)😭 more tips on writing smut pls

imagine you’re in a relationship that keeps you unsatisfied, you loved your boyfriend you truly did but one can only fake having orgasms back to back for so long. he’d have his fill and be done with. And if your calculations were correct it’s been exactly 6 months without any intimacy. he blamed it all on his job. an excuse so typical for his consistent neglect. the main reason you were still actively present and trying, was because of how hard it was to leave. for a four year long relationship, crawling up to the fifth he invested quite a bit in you. that was the undeniable layer. he even stopped being reactive to your attempts of starting arguments just to feel something and have make up sex afterwards. but the man was used to the same rotation and was nowhere near the point of entertaining it. Not anymore at least. you tried changing your style, adding new touches of beauty enhancements. even so, the douchebag barely acknowledged or bothered given out compliments. it came so far where you had to force it out of him. and when they did come out, it was as if it physically pained him to verbalize his appreciation. words could not describe how much resentment had grown overnight. it fostered into so much hatred that you stopped making dinner for him after work and telling him to either get store bought food or takeout. you did more to catch his attention by only washing your laundry and purposely ‘forgetting’ to wash his as well as other little things. only for him to be unfazed by it. and it only deepened the pain. more so to the fact that he was the cause of your self doubt and that you were constantly enabling this mediocre treatment. this man just stopped making effort all together and it had to end. quickly.

But no one had seen this one coming from a close view. all it took was one single glance of michael being exposed to your radiant aura that pulled him in. he became very immersed in all that you are. picking up every little detail. his favorite being those bright eyes. specifically the brightest he’s ever seen and them being the testament of your soul only made him want to knock on your door. louder than anyone else. he struggled to understand how a woman like you settled for a man like him. but he made a vow to do all the things your man won’t do. call it infatuation if you will. you were irresistible and all it took was one singular interaction that made him fold. fold so hard that he already had you on the third orgasm of the night.

here you were, in the back of michael’s car. the sound of your moans blended with the rain storm falling outside. your nails clawing, just gripping so hard on the car seat, damn near tearing right through it. his big heavy hands holding either side of your cheeks, molding and kneading the flesh. even in such an erotic moment he tended everything with care. his mouth being fully attached to your lips coated by the slickness of your own release. he took his time with it while you were absolutely losing it. dipping his tongue inside, not holding back and swallowing every drop that you produced with every smooth swipe and sucking. maybe it was the pent up essence that had developed over the years or the stress but nothing could’ve prepared you from the constant overflow of your juices that shamelessly dripped down his chin— his entire face at that. never did you have a man eat you from behind. especially not like this. he ate it as if he was starving for weeks. as if his subscription was about to end earlier than anticipated. and it sure was making you feel like a common whore. your face was stained with tears causing your vision to blur to the point where you weren’t sure if the stars were dancing across the roof of his car or if it was just you hallucinating. mewls that rang in his ears that only made him more motivated. “ oh mike.. oh my god…!” you breath getting shakier and close to just tapping out. every lewd moan filled the expanse of this space. hinting at pleasure he effortlessly made you feel. making your body hot all over and your eyes rolling all the way back. he added more pressure with every lick and kiss, edging you closer to another orgasm. hooked on your delicious syrup. you scramble in that tight space but his hold on you was firm, keeping you locked in place as his tongue relentlessly attacked your clit.

smack.

and another unexpected slap on your rear, that elicited a sharp gasp from you. his lips tugged on your over sensitive clit and just sucked on to it, swirling all around before fully pulling away to catch his breath. “ m sorry, baby..” he apologized in that deep tone he rarely used. eyes finally observing the weak state he left you in. but he wasn’t apologizing for overstimulating you, he was sorry because he felt that he committed the huge crime of pulling away. “ I’ll make it up to you, beautiful..” he promised, pressing a kiss on your ass. “ promise you.. i will.”

your face was mushed up against the door handle, trying pull yourself up straight to no avail. breathless whimpers fleeting from your lips. that moment quite literally snatched your soul, unable to recover or to even form a coherent thought. until the subtle noise of a zipper slowly slid down behind you, feeling michael shift closer once more. “ m gonna take care of you.. just let me baby.” he murmured gently , pressing feather light kisses down your spine. you could only nod, the existence of your boyfriend long forgotten. his hands tenderly steering your jaw to meet his face that was dangerously close to yours. “ words baby, what is it that you want..” those heavy lidded set of his eyes darted down to your lips, awaiting your response. a needy whine slipped out. feeling the tip of his dick caress your passion up and down in a slow tease. just desperately aching to be deep inside your love. that alone casted your pride aside, “ i- i just want you.. so badly, I don’t care about nothing anymore—“ by that confession alone, his lips moved against yours. serving as a momentary distraction while he entered inside of you. the size and meaty width of his length made you tear away from the kiss. “ oh ..! fuck !” his long arms circled around your waist, supporting you through the stretch of his dick. “ it’s okay, mama.. you’re okay, baby.. i got you.. you got me, I’m all yours.” that gentle voice returned accompanied by a desperate groan. his nose buried inside the crook of your neck as he repeated those words of devotion again and again. whispering soft praises in your ears with every roll of his hips that made your lips fall open in a silent scream. his two fingers dipped down all the way to where your souls are tied. he caressed the spot in circles till his fingertips were completely sheen covered and placed them directly on your tongue. it tasted addictively sweet.

the guilt that pestered your mind had fled completely. it was official, your boyfriend could never hold a candle to his boss. it truly was the sweetest revenge.

°•*⁀➷ mssummervile

[mssummervile]

I’m writing a mj smut fic in the living room, why did my dad think this was the perfect time to join me and watch one of that man’s old concerts 😭

[mssummervile]

ꪆৎ in the archives. a fluffy oneshot, any era !

“ just trying to see how this thing works,” he muttered, zooming in and out with the lens capturing a videotape. micheal testing out his new camera while standing in front of the mirror. you, the source of joy in his life wandered into the frame mid-yawn and stand behind him. “ oh.is this a new cam? can i?” he hands it over, and you peer through the viewfinder. “ ouuuh ! i likeee … this quality is better than the last one, when did you get it mike?” suddenly you pan the camera’s view towards him, and that endearing smile graces his face as well as a bashful chuckle. “ a while back. didn’t get the chance to see the new kind of features it has.” he responds. “well now you have a volunteer” you teased, still filming him.

a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “a volunteer?” you zoomed in dramatically on his face. “ mhm… for your very serious camera testing.” he laughed as he reached for the lens, not wanting to be the main focus. “you’re supposed to film normal things.”

“you are a normal thing.” you interject, still recording and dodging his futile attempts.

“that didn’t sound very convincing.”

“okay…fine. you, mr jackson are exceptionally interesting.”the smile he tried to hide only widened. through the viewfinder you watched his eyes soften as he looked at you.

you adjusted the focus until his face sharpened perfectly in frame. letting out a low whistle “you have got to be gods favorite with a face like that.” michael groaned and covered his face with one hand while laughing. “ i can’t with you, girl.” he sighed before finally taking the camera and filming you again and you made a silly face, something similar to a frown since the focus was directly on your bare face. “ there she is, lo and behold that natural beauty..” he reached forward, fixing the slipping strap on your shoulder and then brushing your cheek with quiet care.” just casually standing in front of me looking like a dream.” he chuckled then his brow lifted. “oh, hold on did you see what i got you this morning?”

“ you got me something?” you tilted your head in confusion as you earned a nod assisted by a hum from him. “ seems like you’ve missed it. it was right on your vanity table. wasn’t hard to miss.” he added. “ I must be suffering from some sort of brain fog or something because there wasn’t anything new on there that i hadn’t seen before.” the lens stayed locked on you, capturing how your confusion contorted into curiosity as you made your way back to the bedroom, straight toward the table and michael followed right behind you.

at first everything looked normal. perfume bottles, a brush and scattered little items you’re used to seeing. and then you saw it. a small enamel music box sat neatly between your things. the design gorgeously crafted unlike anything you’ve ever seen. “ oh..” he could barely stifle his excitement when you carefully take it with surprise. your fingertips brushing along the gold engraved initials on the lid. “ go on.. open it.” his lighter tone encouraged. “ please?”

the lid clicked open.

then the music began, filling the space with a light accent of a rather familiar melody. immediately you turned around, mouth parting from shock. “ michael….” the camera captured it all as well as his laugh in the background. “ yeah?” his response came out gently, the humor fading from his tone. “ you said once.. you’ll never get tired of hearing this record, you mentioned it being your all time favorite.. so i had this made for you.” he ended with a small shrug.

the music kept playing and you were currently getting swarmed by so many emotions all it once. the main one being nostalgia. that almost made your eyes glaze over with tears as you listened to that lovely tune. you hummed along and michael singing the lyrics muffled till the song ended. with a big smile you finally express your great gratitude. “ thank you, this is so so special to me. like..more than i can even explain right now. i promise to treasure it forever, for all times.”

he adjusted the camera, still smiling. “ and this right here is my favorite thing to see.” his eyes softened afterwards. “ i just wanted to give you something that makes you feel that… whenever you want.” after a few seconds of silence of him simply admiring this precious moment, he gently admitted. “ i love you, (name).”

you rushed into his arms with a squeal, “ i love you too !” giving him kisses that he quickly returned. the soft sounds of it fading as the footage slowly came to an end.

°•*⁀➷ mssummervile

[mssummervile]

part two. part one.

ꪆৎ fangirl!reader. musician! reader. from bad era! michael to mature era. 10 years age gap or less? explores mature themes in future chapters. mdni. storyline doesn’t follow that much accuracy ( altered asf 🙈 )

the recording studio was quiet except for the soft hum of equipment and the occasional scratch of your pen against paper. it was late. later than you realized.you had been working for hours, trying to perfect a song for your new album, but your concentration kept slipping.

after that one night in particular, you'd agreed to go out with michael. at least that was the intention. for a while you waited to hear from him. then the days turned into weeks. eventually, you convinced yourself that whatever possibility had existed between the two of you had simply faded away beneath his demanding schedule.

out of nowhere the ringing of the studio phone startled you. your gaze fixed at the receiver for a moment, just letting it ring before taking the call that there’s a high potential of it having some importance. "hello?" you answered, a strong hint of frustration in your voice. then a quiet voice “ hi, (name) it’s michael..” you sat up straighter almost instantly, staring at the invincible camera in genuine surprise and smiling harder than ever. it sounded just like him, it wasn’t a prank caller. right..? no it had to be. “ hello, ( name)?” he called out, since the line went silent. “ oh yeah! It’s me… I’m so glad you called.” you could barely contain the excitement but at that very moment your consciousness settled in. too enthusiastic, too happy and that was not the part of the plan. you had decided to stop coming off as overly eager and easy , that’s far from the person you’ve promised yourself to become. even if you like him very much. before he could get a word in, you confronted immediately, “ but then you left me on the receiving end for all these weeks. and to be completely honest with you, i feel pretty green.” there was no room for sugarcoating. if this man set the intention of pursuing you, he might as well be introduced to the person he’s dealing with.

“ i know. and im so so sorry, i really am.” his answer came immediately, his soft tone carried a heavy weight of exhaustion. “ i kept meaning to call. everyday I’d tell myself I’ll call tomorrow, then tomorrow became next week and before i knew it. i made a mess of this,” michael sounded genuinely remorseful. the confession caught you off guard and you’ve could’ve melted right then and there, the strict girl attitude almost fading away. “ apology accepted, i know how busy you’ve been.” you answered. another pause followed. “ you didn’t deserve that (name), the last thing i didn’t want to happen is you thinking that I’m not interested.” the sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten, because suddenly after all these weeks he sounded exactly like a man who thought he had lost his chance.

a moment of silence settled between you before a thought occurred to you. “ actually..” your eyes land on the clock hanging on the studio wall, a small laugh you couldn’t control slipping out. “ why are you calling me this late?” there was a pause. “ what do you mean?” he sounded genuinely confused. “ yeahhh..? it’s nearly midnight, michael. after disappearing for weeks, you suddenly call me in the middle of the night? I’m not sure if i should be flattered or concerned.” he chuckled nervously completely oblivious to your teasing. “no, no.”

“ ‘ no’ ? I’m very serious. for all i know this could be a booty call.” the silence that followed lasted exactly one second. “ a what now ?” the horrified confusion in his voice was as clear as day and you didn’t know if you should be laughing or be embarrassed. “ a booty call— wait nevermind. i never said that okay ?” and he laughed, softly. “ oh my goodness. i would never, no no that’s out of character for sure! I wasn’t calling for that. it’s late, i know but girl ..” his tone had turned quiet again. “ i felt bad and i couldn’t wait until tomorrow. once again, im very sorry.”

you sighed, feeling defeated by his constant need to apologize. “ michael, trust me when i say that it is literally okay.” you adjusted your position in the chair tucking one leg beneath you. then you decided to steer the conversation to another topic since he seemed determined to stay trapped in his guilt spiral “ but anyways, what are you up to besides preparing for your tour?” a quiet laugh escaped him. “ besides that? not much. my life’s has basically become rehearsals and meetings.. it’s not a bit of both. it’s a lot.”

“ oh poor you..” you said, “ i love performing, i love the fans and the energy they carry but truthfully i hate to tour. i go through hell touring.” the way he said it earned a laugh from you, even though you could fully understand him. “ what about you? i heard you’re taking some time off.” he said. “ look at you keeping up with me.” you just couldn’t be asked to stop with the teasing, hearing his reactions on the line made up for it. “ oh, i try to.” michael chuckled.

“ well it’s not exactly retirement. just needed a break, especially after pushing myself so hard.” you could hear him humming with a nod in agreement. then he said, “ part of the reason i called is because i realized something the other day.” your curiosity grew, as he hesitated to say-more so shy. “ if i get on that plane without seeing you, i’d regret it.” that made your heart skip a beat. To put it another way he said, “ what I’m saying is that I’d like to make time for you before i leave.”

a few days later, michael made time for you before leaving for tour. you’d expected dinner. maybe a quiet restaurant, anything but an amusement park. you thought you knew him but that was a big miss. the moment you stepped through the gates and realized the park was nearly empty, you couldn't stop laughing."what’s so funny?" he asked so innocently. “ you planned our date at an amusement park." your face holding a deadpan but playful.

“ yeah, they’re fun.” the grin on his face was impossible to argue with. the evening passed easier than either of you expected. you wandered between attractions, rode roller coasters that had you screaming whether it be in excitement or in fear. competed at arcade games and it turned out to be better than what you initially expected.

the ferris wheel rocked gently as it reached the top. for a moment, neither of you paid much attention to the view. you were too busy looking at him. the soft curls falling across his forehead. his eyes that made him appear as a dream, and the smile he failed to hide. he let out a shy laugh, his gaze turning away before meeting your gaze again. softening more. “you look really beautiful.. you always look nice.. I’ve been wanting to say that for the longest time, the whole night actually. just couldn’t find the perfect moment to without it sounding abrupt.” the brown behind his eyes carried so much warmth like he’d finally stopped overthinking and just let the feelings show.

you smiled nervously, the tension grew and the pacing of your heart far more quicker. the signs starting at the trembling hands you attempted to hide. but he caught on quickly, “ this is so embarrassing..” you muttered underneath your breath, feeling the bigger size of his hand finding yours and threading your fingers together. “ it’s okay, (name).” the moment felt so grounding. you surely tried to laugh off your nerves. “ i promise i don’t usually get like this, like I can’t .. think straight..” you trailed off. not missing the subtle brush of his thumb over your knuckles and his doe eyes simply peering at you, affecting you deeply. and for a moment everything stayed still.

before you know it, the both of you leaned on cue at the same time. every part of hesitancy fleeing. the kiss was soft at first, and then it lingered eventually building into something far more. his other hand gently cupped your cheek, making you lean more into the kiss. it felt precious and addictive with sweetness all together. you almost wanted to step over to a more riskier territory but held yourself back. the two of you were so deeply immersed in it. and how you hate for this moment to end. but in need of air his lips were hesitant to leave yours. he barely pulled away and pressed another instantly, before fully abandoning your own. he didn’t speak, not you not him. just stared with heavy lidded eyes for a few. then the shy bite on his bottom lip, this entire moment made him sigh deeply. from there onward he knew he was in trouble.

°•*⁀➷ mssummervile

[mssummervile]

part one. part two.

ꪆৎ first fic in ages, fangirl!reader. musician! reader. from bad era! michael to mature era. 10 years age gap, explores mature themes in future chapters. mdni. storyline doesn’t follow that much accuracy ( yesnt 🙈 )inspired by the song ‘crush’ by zhané and my maladaptive daydreams

you were a young rising star releasing hit after hit songs that dominated the charts for weeks, sometimes even months. with every success, your name carried more weight in the industry and your recognition continued to grow. yet michael was in a league of his own. He had spent his entire life at the pinnacle of fame, his influence stretching far beyond the boundaries of music itself. you deeply respected his artistry and never missed an opportunity to speak highly of him whenever he was mentioned in interviews.

— “the person who’s inspired me the most is michael jackson” you replied thoughtfully, trying and failing to suppress the smile threatening to form on your lips. “he’s broken barriers, inspired generations and never stopped pushing himself creatively. i don’t believe or even like to think that there’ll ever be another artist like him. he’s truly incredible.”

you paused. “ but there are many others who’ve shaped me too. minnie riperton ,marvin gaye, chaka khan.. i could sit here all day naming artists.” the interviewer smiled. “ but if we’re talking about the one who’s had a bigger impact on me? it’s definitely michael. he’s the best.” that was all you let on, careful not to reveal that your admiration ran much deeper. if there was ever a chance to be in the same room as him, you’d take it without hesitation. ever since you first saw him your fascination had only grown. beyond the music and the fame, the was something about him that drew you in. your admiration for him had long surpassed simple respect. but the interviewer had to push on, sensing that there was more to share.

with a quirk of his brow, he proceeded to say “ some may disagree with you, i mean there is truth in what you’re saying but new artists like yourself are always coming up. you still don’t believe that someone else might surpass him?” immediately you shake your head, with a laugh. “ music evolves, but some things are timeless. and as for someone being better than him..?the sales on ‘ thriller’—“ you scoffed. “yeah no. no one’s beating that. that says a lot, doesn’t it?” the certainty was firm in your tone. the man sitting in front of you simply nods. “ right right.” then continues with a question that you didn’t expect. “ ms. (name), are we sure that this is just someone who inspires you or is it infatuation on your part? of course other artists respect him, and cite him as an inspiration. but you on the other hand..you’re a whole different case.” he teased, fully amused. “are you sure you’re not in love?”

the smile on your face lingered, embarrassment creeping on your skin. should you dodge it with a lie or just outright say it to the entire world? this video will be on the surface forever. your mind speed ran through dozens of thoughts. “ well. yes, who isn’t? he’s great.” you replied, immediately regretting it. a sheepish smile on your part as you wished deep down for the ground to swallow you whole. the interviewer nodded again maintaining a knowing grin this time, “ a girl with an unrequited love. we love to see it!” the smile on your face twitched. biting and fighting back a harsh retort, but years of media training taught you that not every thought deserved a microphone. so instead, you straightened in your seat and offered the camera a pleasant smile. “next question, please. ”

months flew by.   you attended a celebrity event where some of the biggest names in entertainment had gathered. the evening was moving along normally until a familiar voice called your name. turning around, you found yourself being waved over by an industry acquaintance.”there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” you followed them through the crowd without much thought. then you saw him. standing beside them was michael jackson. for a moment, everything else seemed to fade into the background.

the acquaintance smiled, completely unaware of the significance of the moment.

“michael, this is (name).“and just like that the introduction you’d imagined a thousand times was finally happening. “ I’ll leave you to it.” then to make this moment even more difficult, the acquaintance actually disappears leaving you alone with him.

“ the record you put out, i loved it. you absolutely crushed it on that one.” before you could formulate a proper response, he stepped forward and pulled you into a hug. trying your hardest not to squeal, scream or even melt in his arms. his embrace was warm, and he smelled absolutely heavenly. “ thank you..” in your mind the hug stretched into something longer when it was the opposite in reality. slightly he pulled away, his hands still around your waist and pressed a kiss on each cheek. you knew it was a formal greeting but you stood there star struck. “ you’re incredible, (name).” that rich smile he wears, was glued on as he properly looked at you for the first time really. his warm doe eyes lingered on your face for a longer moment than necessary and what a dangerous mistake that turned to be. up close you looked even more beautiful—breathtaking even.cameras that capture your true essence haven’t even been invented yet. they failed to capture the softness of your features, the glow of your skin and the way your smile transformed your entire face. yet again you could only respond with your words of gratitude as you fought back the nerves that kept you from fainting right then and there because you don’t want to ruin this moment. “ also i watched the interview you did back then. your words are so kind, thank you. the feelings are definitely mutual, I’ve got a great deal of respect for you as well.” then he leaned in once more, his voice such gentle whisper and lips hovering near your ear. “ i’d actually love to take you out sometime.” the confession was accompanied by a shy smile, as though he wasn’t certain how you’d react. before pulling away he concluded with another kiss, dangerously close to your lips. he lingered for the briefest moment before fully pulling away, although reluctant to create distance between you two.

°•*⁀➷ mssummervile

[mssummervile]

sooo i…. i might drop an mj fic, 🤷🏾‍♀️ tempted asf because I’ve got sooo many ideas 😩

[mssummervile]

i am so obsessed with MJ, i need this beautiful man to WAKE TF UP.

[xffthewall]

somewhere in encino II ᯽ ݁ ˖

𑣲⋆ summary : michael invites you out to a skating rink together, fun and games until he feels something he’s not familiar with when he sees you with another boy.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ jackson five era // pre-off the wall michael jackson x reader

a/n : ts lowkey long but if ur anything like me you’ll eat it up so🤞🏽. also tysm for 100 followers thats so insane omg ily all

four days had now passed, but it didn’t feel like four days. it felt like a week, a month—one of those stretches of time where everything is technically normal except your brain refuses to act normal because it keeps replaying one specific moment on loop.

the call, his voice so soft it could put you to sleep after a sentence, and his quiet laugh—the one where time feels frozen when you hear it.

morning light slipped through the curtains in thin, pale stripes, warming the edge of your pillow. you groaned softly, half-burying your face into the blanket like you could physically hide from the fact that you’d barely slept.

barely slept thinking of him.

you blinked a few times, staring at the ceiling as if it held the answers to every question your heart kept asking.

and then, like your body remembered before your mind could, you turned your head slightly and saw it.

the cardigan.

his cardigan

draped over the back of the chair near your dresser, hanging there like it belonged, as though it had always been part of your room and had every right to be there.

you still remember the chill left on you when his fingers grazed your skin as he adjusted it, trying to keep you warm.

it was slightly rumpled, sleeves folded in on themselves, still carrying that faint scent of him—clean laundry, something warm and familiar underneath it, almost like vanilla or woody notes.

the room was quiet except for the distant hum of the street outside. somewhere far away, a car passed. somewhere closer, a bird chirped like it was nobody’s business, yet all you could think about was him.

your eyes flicked to the phone on your bedside table. you hadn’t called. he hadn’t called either.

it wasn’t because either of you didn’t want to… but because you were both probably doing the same thing—overthinking it, trying not to seem too eager, pretending you weren’t checking the clock every ten minutes like a maniac.

you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stood slowly as your head woozed from the sudden rush of blood to your head. you reached the chair, your fingers brushing the cardigan without thinking—the soft fabric tickling your finger tips.

you lifted it up slightly, holding it in your hands like it was a sacred artifact, and for a second it felt almost ridiculous—how a piece of clothing could make your stomach flip like this. from a boy you met four days ago—your heart doing little cartwheels for absolutely no reason.

no reason… right?

you sighed through your nose, shaking your head as if that would fix the way you were smiling.

“get it together,” you muttered to yourself.

but you didn’t put it away. you left it in your arms, hugging it lightly against your chest like you weren’t even trying to act tough anymore.

a loud, piercing, almost violating ring assaults your ears. sharp and sudden, like it had been waiting for the exact right moment.

you froze in place—your heart literally stopping functioning properly.

another ring insisted itself again.

you rushed to grab it, nearly tripping over your own feet, snatching the receiver like your life depended on it.

“hello?”

there was a pause—a breath.

“hey… it’s me,” a familiar, comforting voice echoed through the receiver.

michael.

his voice was softer than usual, like he was smiling while he spoke, leaning close to the phone just to make it feel more personal.

“i was, uhm, wondering…” he continued, slightly hesitant now, resembling that he was trying to play it cool but failing in the most adorable way possible.

“…would you wanna go out with me? today. like, actually go out. me and you?”

you held the receiver tighter, feeling your cheeks warming at his request.

“what do you mean, go out?” you asked, even though you already knew exactly what he meant.

you could hear him laugh quietly. “i don’t know… i just- i thought maybe we could do something fun,” he said. “there’s this skate rink i’ve been wanting to go to. just to get out, you know?”

your eyes flicked to the cardigan still in your other hand, lips parting slightly as you try to envision it—the music, laughter, the colourful lights.

“i… yeah,” you agree, trying not to sound too excited and absolutely failing. “yeah, i’d really like that.”

on the other end, you could hear his smile. “really?”

“no,” you bluntly spoke sarcastically.

a brief silence was left on the other end of the phone.

“i’m joking. yes, really.” you giggle into the phone, amused how he really thought you were serious.

he let out a breath like he’d been holding it in for days.

“okay,” he said quickly, like he didn’t want you to change your mind. “okay good. i’ll pick you up later, alright?”

you leaned against the headboard, grinning like an idiot.

“alright,” you whisper back to him.

there was a beat of silence, not awkward—just warm and comfortable.

like neither of you wanted to be the one to hang up first.

then michael spoke again, quieter this time.

“hey, um… you still have my cardigan?”

you peer down at it at the end of your bed as you reach to grab it, your fingers tightened around the fabric protectively.

“…maybe,” you teased.

his laugh was instant, sweet and breathy.

“you can keep it,” he said.

you could practically hear the confidence trying to sneak into his voice.

You raised an eyebrow even though he couldn’t see it.

“yeah?”

“mhm,” he hummed. “it looks… better on you than me anyway.”

you glance out the window, a tiny upside down smile painted onto your face as you try to refrain yourself from his flattery, a crimson glow adorning your cheeks.

the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts your thoughts, bringing you back to your thoughts before he begins again.

“anyways, you better be ready to skate. ’cause i’m really good,” he brags.

you snorted at his cocky comment. “uh-huh, that’s what they all say.”

“oh no,” he said, amused. “i’m serious.”

“sure, michael.”

he laughed again, and your heart did that thing where it forgets how to be normal. you don’t know why it has you so giddy, but it does. and you can’t tell if you like that or not.

“alright,” he said. “i’ll see you later.”

“yeah… see you later,” you whispered back to him.

when the call ended with a small beep into your ear, you just sat there, holding the phone. holding his cardigan.

the one he told you to keep.

the one ‘you looked better in anyway’.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ —

the moment you stepped through the doors of the rink, everything hit you at once—the cold air of the air conditioning, the faint smell of popcorn and soda, the upbeat music thumping through the speakers making the building nearly have its own heartbeat.

lights flashed overhead in flashly colours, bouncing off the shiny floor where people glided past in circles, laughing, stumbling, holding onto each other for dear life. the whole place felt loud and alive, like you’d accidentally walked into a scene from a movie.

and beside you was michael. he looked completely in his element, eyes scanning the rink with this excited little spark, like he was trying not to grin too hard.

you tried not to stare.

keyword : tried.

he leaned slightly closer so you could hear him over the noise. “you ready?”

You swallowed as your snapped out of your moment of admiration, suddenly nervous for no reason. “y-yeah,” you whisper unconvincingly, your stomach feeling like it was doing backflips.

michael smiled. “good.”

you both made your way to the rental counter where the man behind it barely even looked up, uninterested, sliding the skates across with the bored confidence of someone who’d seen a thousand first-timers panic.

you took yours carefully, glancing down at them like they might bite. michael grabbed his pair too, holding them easily in one hand. of course he did.

you walked over to the benches along the wall, royal blue lockers surrounding them, the noise of wheels scraping and people laughing echoing around you. you sat down, setting the skates in front of you and pulling your shoes off and putting them to the side.

you stared down at the skates again, somehow intimidated by the inanimate object like they were designed for your own humiliation.

you slid your foot into the first one and immediately regretted being born. the skate was stiff, awkward, and somehow way smaller than it had looked in your hands. you tugged at the strap, trying to pull it tight, but your fingers fumbled. it wouldn’t click, refusing to cooperate with you—maybe this is a sign. it wouldn’t do anything except make you feel like you’d forgotten how hands worked.

you huffed quietly, cheeks warming.

michael, who had already gotten one skate on like it was nothing, glanced over.

he tilted his head slightly, looking at you with eyebrows furrowed. “you okay?”

you nodded too fast. “yeah. totally. i’m… i’m fine!” almost sounding like you were trying to convince yourself.

he blinked at you, clearly not buying it.

you tried again, yanking at the strap with more force.

it slipped out of your fingers and snapped back. you froze, staring at it in pure disbelief as a feeling of embarrassment fills your chest.

michael’s lips twitched like he was trying not to laugh.

“i hate these,” you muttered, avoiding eye contact with him.

what a good start, right?

that was enough to make him laugh softly, the sound warm and sweet, sounding like it belonged in your chest instead of the air.

he leaned closer. “here,” he said gently. “lemme help you.”

before you could protest, he kneeled himself down in front of you—your breath caught.

you didn’t know what to do with your face, or your hands… or your entire existence.

he reached for your skate carefully, his fingers warm as they brushed against your ankle. he didn’t rush nor act annoyed. he just focused, brows slightly furrowed in concentration, lips parted as if he was quietly thinking through it.

you sat there frozen, looking down at him like you’d been hypnotised. he tugged the strap gently, threading it through the buckle with ease.

click.

then he adjusted it again, tightening it just enough, not too much, making sure it sat comfortably. his hands gentle and precise.

your heart was pounding so hard you were genuinely worried he could hear it. michael glanced up for half a second, eyes meeting yours and you swear the world paused.

his expression softened instantly, like he’d just realised how close he was, how intimate it looked—him down there, you sitting above him, your legs angled toward him.

for a moment neither of you spoke.

soon, his eyes flicked away quickly, and he cleared his throat, pretending to focus again.

you could feel your face heating up as moved onto the second skate, repeating the same process. his fingers brushing your foot again, tightening the strap, checking the fit.

you sat completely still, afraid that if you moved even an inch, you’d explode.

once he finished, he gave the front of your skates two quick pats.

“all set,” he proclaimed, voice quiet but pleased, as if he’d accomplished something heroic.

you blinked. “you’re… really good at that.”

he shrugged slightly, smiling like he was trying to act casual, but there was something shy in it too.

“i’ve got my practice.”

you stared at him as he stood up, his movements smooth even in skates, like gravity personally favoured him. he reached out both hands toward you.

“come on,” he affirms. “i’ve got you.”

you hesitated—not because you didn’t want to but because the second your hands slid into his, your brain stopped functioning.

his hands were warm, steady, holding yours like it was nothing.

but it wasn’t nothing, not to you.

he pulled you up gently, helping you rise from the bench.

the second you stood :

oh.

oh no.

your ankles began wobbled instantly, the ground felt wrong—too slick. too fast.

you gasped softly, eyes widening as your feet slid out from under you.

“shit-, michael!”

before you could fully fall, his arms wrapped around you with superhero speed—secure and tight.

one arm around your waist, the other still holding your hand, pulling you close before you could hit the ground.

your body collided lightly against his chest as he kept you up right, safe in his arms.

your breath came out in a shaky rush, gripping onto his shirt without thinking—only focused to not make your ass make contact with the floor.

the music thumped around you, lights flashing, people skating past, but it all felt distant as if the entire rink had blurred into the background.

all you could focus on was him.

his face was close—too close.

you could see every detail of him : the softness of his expression, the way his eyelashes cast faint shadows under the rink lights, the little curve of his mouth as he tried to hide his smile.

“you good?” he asked tenderly, his voice low, almost teasing you.

you look around the rink to look occupied, unable to look him in the eye for more than a second.

“i-, yeah,” you stammered. “i just… i’m not used to skating.”

michael’s smile grew. he tightened his hold slightly, steadying you like it’s his life’s purpose to make sure you don’t fall to the ground again.

“yup,” he said taunts playfully, “i’ve definitely noticed.”

your face burned, lightly hitting his shoulder in retaliation.

“oh my god,” you whispered, mortified, as you trying hide your face into his shoulder to hide the blush adorning your face now. “this is so embarrassing.”

“it isn’t embarrassing,” he said quickly, like he didn’t want you to feel bad. he paused, his eyes flicking down to your hands still clutching him—his cheeks turned the faintest shade darker.

“…it’s kinda cute though.”

your head snapped up nearly immediately at that.

“what?”

michael’s eyes widened like he instantly regretted saying it out loud.

“n-no, nothing,” he said fast, clearing his throat, looking away.

you stared at him, stunned until you felt yourself smile, despite the absolute chaos happening inside your chest.

he looked back at you again, softer this time.

“come on,” he declares, squeezing your hands gently. “i’m not gonna let you fall.”

you hesitated, still shaky and flustered as you were painfully aware of how close he was, but when he started guiding you forward—slow, careful, patient you followed.

because somehow, with michael holding you like that the rink didn’t feel so scary anymore.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ —

as soon as your feet made contact with the slippery floor of the rink, you didn’t hesitate to grip onto michael again as you pull yourself flush against him and bury your face into his chest, like if you couldn’t see the rink you couldn’t get hurt.

michael’s chest vibrates under your head as he begins to laugh, peering down at you only to be met with the top of your head.

“hey, hey, hey. you’re fine, i told you, i’m not gonna letting you fall,” he whisper down to me comfortingly.

he guides us to the edge, his hands still steady on you like you were something delicate.

the music echoed around the rink, loud enough to make your heart beat in time with it, and the coloured lights flickered across the polished floor. people skating glided past in a blur—laughing, spinning, moving like they’d been born with wheels on their feet.

you, however, were one wrong move away from meeting the ground in the most humiliating way possible.

michael slowed down as you reached the side of the rink, letting you press closer to the barrier. you immediately reached for it with one hand, gripping it so tightly your knuckles almost turned white.

he glanced at you, amusement still lingering in his eyes.

“you’re holdin’ onto that wall like it owes you money,” he teased softly.

you lifted your head just enough to glare at him, though your expression didn’t hold for long.

“i don’t trust it,” you mumbled.

michael chuckled again, shaking his head. “you don’t trust the wall?”

“i dont trust… anything,” you corrected, looking down at your skates like they were personally plotting against you.

michael’s smile softened. he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping as if it was just for you.

“okay,” he starts, gentle. “we’re not gonna do anything crazy. jus’… little steps. that’s all.”

you nodded slowly, swallowing. michael stepped behind you, careful not to rush, his presence warm and close. you felt him shift, the air changing when he got nearer, suddenly your whole body aware of him.

he reached around you carefully, his hands hovering at your sides for a second—like he wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with it before he rested them lightly on your waist, helping you stay steady.

it wasn’t romantic, not really. but it was michael, and you were nervous, and your heart apparently didn’t know the difference.

“is this okay?” he asked quietly.

you nodded again, a little too fast. “yeah.”

“alright,” he said, sounding pleased. “now don’t look down at your feet.”

you immediately looked down at your feet.

michael let out a small laugh behind you. “you’re lookin’ down.”

“i can’t help it,” you muttered, voice small.

he leaned closer, his chin almost brushing your shoulder. “look forward,” he instructed.

you could feel the warmth of his breath when he talked against your neck. “if you look down, you’ll feel more scared. jus’ trust me.”

you hesitated before you slowly lifted your gaze to the rink ahead. the lights blurred slightly, the world seeming too wide and slippery. michael’s hands stayed firm on your waist, grounding you.

“okay,” he murmured. “now… bend your knees a little.”

you frowned,” why?”

“because if you stand straight, you’ll fall faster,” he explained.

“well, that’s… comforting,” you deadpanned.

michael laughed again, a real laugh this time. “okay but i’m serious. jus’ a little bend.”

you did as he said, knees shaking slightly.

“there you go,” he said softly. “now we’re gonna start with marching.”

“marching? didn’t realise this was military training.”

“mhm,” he hummed. “jus’ lift your feet up one at a time. small steps. like you’re walkin’.”

you tried before your right skate lifted a centimetre before it wobbled and slapped back down, causing you to stiffen instantly. michael’s hands tightened just a little, keeping you balanced.

“good,” he encouraged. “tha’s it. now do it again.”

you lifted the other foot, shaky but slightly better. your movements were slow and awkward, like a baby deer learning to walk. you continued to march forward a few steps, still clinging to the barrier with one hand.

“see?” michael said. “you’re doin’ it.”

you glanced back at him over your shoulder. “uh-huh, barely.”

“but you are,” he insisted, giving you a small smile. he gently nudged your hand away from the wall causing you to panic instantly.

“no, no, no. michael!-“

“hey,” he soothed quickly. “i’m right here. i’m not lettin’ go.”

your hand hovered in the air uselessly, fingers trembling as they wanted to grab the wall again.

michael’s voice lowered, calm and steady. “trust me, okay?”

you didn’t answer, but you didn’t grab the wall again either. his hands moved slightly, one staying at your waist while the other slid down to your forearm, guiding your arm forward.

“now, push off gently. just one foot, then glide.”

you stared ahead like the floor was about to swallow you whole. you pushed with one foot—suddenly you moved. it wasn’t much, barely a glide, but it was enough to make your stomach flip.

your body jolted forward and your arms flailed instinctively. michael reacted immediately, pressing closer behind you, his chest almost against your back now.

he steadied you with ease, voice right by your ear. “hey-hey, you’re okay. you’re fine,” he repeated.

you breathing came out uneven, managing another push, a little stronger this time causing you to glided again.

for a second… it actually felt kind of smooth.

you blinked, surprised, “oh.”

michael chuckled. “y’see? that’s glidin’.”

you gave a small, shaky laugh. “i’m literally terrified.”

“i know,” he said, but his tone was warm, almost proud. “but you’re still doin’ it.”

you continued, pushing gently, then gliding, pushing again with michael staying behind you the whole time, his hands guiding you with a softness that made you feel safe. you could mess up a hundred times and he still wouldn’t get annoyed.

every so often you’d wobble, and every time you did, he caught you before you could even fall, as though he’d already predicted it, like he’d memorised your balance before you even found it yourself.

after a few shaky minutes, you realised something. you weren’t clinging to him as tightly anymore, shoulders not as stiff. your feet still felt weird and nervous, but you weren’t completely helpless.

michel leaned slightly closer, voice low, “you’re getting better,” he urged.

you swallowed, cheeks warm. “i’m only better because you’re holding me.”

he hummed thoughtfully. “well… i can let go for a second if you want.”

you head whipped around, “no.”

michael burst out laughing, his laughter bright and boyish, echoing against the walls.

“you said you wanted to learn!” he teased.

“i do,” you insisted, flustered. “but I don’t want to get hospitalised either!”

“that’s not gonna happen,” he promised, still laughing.

you muttered, “that’s what they all say.”

michael shook his head, grin lingering, and guided you forward again.

“okay,” his voice gentler now. “we’ll go slow. just remember to keep your knees bent, keep your body relaxed, and let the skates do the work, yeah?”

as the music carried on around you, and the lights flickered above, you realised you were actually moving.

not gracefully.

not impressively.

but you were doing it.

and every time you started to slip, michael was right there behind you without fail, steady hands at your waist, keeping you upright like it was the easiest thing in the world.

you didn’t know what was more embarrassing ; the fact that you couldn’t skate, or the fact that being this close to him was making your heart act like it had never experienced a normal emotion before.

michael’s voice came again, soft against your ear, “you’re doin’ so good,” he whispered softly.

you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head, “i feel like a newborn giraffe.”

michael snorted. “a cute newborn giraffe.”

you both froze—a pause hanging in the air.

michael cleared his throat quickly, pretending nothing happened, tightened his grip just slightly as he guided you onward.

“okay,” he said, voice higher now, like he was trying to recover. “now we’re gonna try turnin’.”

your eyes widened in horror. “no, no, no, no,” you begged

“oh yes,” he said, laughing again. “c’mon. you got it, i know y’do.”

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ —

forty minutes had now gone by since michael taught you how to skate, and you were beginning to get the hang of it.

you obviously weren’t great… but you weren’t as bad as you were either.

“hey, i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. you gonna be okay?” michael asked as he approached behind you, placing his hands lightly on your waist as he moved his mouth close to your ear so you could hear him over the mixture of loud laughs from other skaters and the booming music from the speakers.

“yeah, i should be,” you reply as you look around you for any upcoming people on the rink.

“alright, i’ll be quick. i promise,” he said before gliding over to the exit of the rink.

you continued to, attempt, to glide, before suddenly a large figure appears in front of you abruptly—startling you.

in your attempt to stop to avoid crashing into them, you fall to the floor with a thud, a groan emitting out of you at the harsh clunk.

“shit, i’m so sorry. are you okay?” a deep voice enquired worriedly, immediately reaching out to you and helping you get up from the floor, holding onto your waist steadily and gliding you to the wall—out of everyone’s way.

“i think so…” you question yourself before gazing up at the boy in front of you, his eyes meeting yours with worry.

“i couldn’t stop and suddenly i was flying down the rink into you. i’m really sorry, it’s my first time skating,” he ranted profusely as he tries to explain himself.

you laugh lightly, “you’re alright, it’s my first time too.”

you both talked a little before deciding to skate side by side, holding onto each others arm when someone felt like they were going to fall.

michael comes out of the bathroom, wiping the remaining dampness of his hands onto his jeans. as his gaze scanned around the rink to find you, they landed on you… with him.

he slows, like his body forgets how to move for a second.

the boy is close, too close. leaning in as if he has the right, smiling down at you. you’re laughing at whatever he’s saying, gripping his sleeve when you almost slip.

michael’s fingers twitch at his side, something pressing down on his chest, heavy and uncomfortable, his jaw tightening without meaning to. he watches you stumble slightly, and the boy catching you immediately, hand wrapping around your waist for balance.

michael’s expression darkens. he doesn’t know why, he just knows he hates it.

without thinking, he steps onto the rink again, skates scraping against the slick flooring as he pushes forward. his movements are quick, direct, purposeful—like he’s on a mission. the closer he gets, the louder he can hear your laughter, and the worse that strange feeling in his chest becomes.

“michael!” you call, waving slightly.

the boy beside you glances over too, eyes bright with curiosity, like michael is just another background character in whatever moment he thinks he’s having with you.

michael reaches you in seconds, stopping sharply.

“hey,” you greet, still catching your breath. “i didn’t know you were back already.”

michael doesn’t look at you first, he looks at him. his gaze dropping to the boy’s arm where your fingers are still hooked. his eyes flick back up, cold and flat.

the boy, oblivious, grins. “oh, hey man. you’re her friend?”

michael’s grip tightens around the sides of his vest. his mouth twitches, almost like he wants to smile… but it doesn’t happen. instead, he turns to you.

“our hour’s nearly up,” he tells you, voice calm, but edged with something sharp underneath. “we should go.”

you blink. “what? already?”

michael nods once as if the decision has been made by someone more important than both of you.

“yeah.”

the boy chuckles lightly. “damn, time flies. i was just helping her out. she’s actually really good.”

you scoff, playfully. “i am not. i almost ate floor like three times.”

michael’s eyes flick to the boy again. “yet you’re still standing,” he mutters.

the boy laughs again, pushing a hand through his hair. “i’m ethan, by the way.” he guides his attention back toward you, still smiling like he’s got confidence spilling out of his pockets. “you should give me your number. we could come skating again sometime.”

you hesitate, your lips parting like you might actually consider it until michael moves before you even get the chance.

he steps closer, just enough that he’s suddenly between you and ethan, like a wall you didn’t ask for.

“she’s okay,” he glares.

ethan’s smile falters slightly, eyes flicking between you and michael. “uh… alright. i was only asking.”

michael doesn’t respond or explain. he simply reaches for your wrist—firm but not rough and gently tugs at it.

“come on.”

you stumble forward slightly, caught off guard, skates scraping. “michael, wait.”

you glance back at ethan, offering him an awkward, apologetic look. “‘m sorry. it was nice meeting you.”

ethan gives you a small wave, still confused. “yeah… you too.”

michael doesn’t even look back, he just guides you toward the edge of the rink, jaw locked like he’s biting down on something. the second you reach the side and step off, you yank your hand out of his grip.

“what the hell was that?” you snap as you glare at him.

michael turns toward you, blinking as if he forgot you could talk back.

“what was what?”

“oh my God.” You throw your hands up. “don’t play dumb. you literally shut him down like he was some kind of threat.”

michael exhales through his nose, almost scoffing, but it doesn’t sound amused, more irritated.

“i didn’t shut him down.”

“you absolutely did.” you point back toward the rink. “he asked for my number and you cut him off, answering for me.”

michael shrugs, acting casual, but his shoulders are stiff. “so?”

“so?” you repeat, incredulous. “michael, that was so rude.”

his eyes flicker for a second—something unreadable passing through them before he looks away, jaw tightening again.

“he didn’t need your number.”

you stare at him. “and why do you get to decide that?”

michael’s lips part slightly before closing again. he didn’t have an answer that doesn’t sound insane, because the truth is, he doesn’t even know why his body reacted like that. he doesn’t know why seeing you smiling at someone else made his stomach twist, why watching you cling to ethan’s arm felt like someone had grabbed him by the ribs and squeezed.

it was something sour and unfamiliar.

he drags a hand down his face, frustrated with himself more than anyone. “i just… he was annoying.”

you narrow your eyes. “he was being nice.”

michael lets out a humourless laugh. “uh-huh. nice.”

you cross your arms, still glaring at him. “you’re acting weird.”

“am not.”

“you are.”

michael meets your eyes again and for a second, his expression softens, like something in him flickers. a tiny crack in the coldness.

he looks away again, hating the fact he’s even being confronted.

“i… just wanna go,” he mutters.

you don’t budge. “you could’ve just let me handle it.”

michael’s throat bobs as he swallows. he thinks back about the way you were laughing, the way you looked at ethan like you actually enjoyed being around him, and how ethan’s hand touched your waist so easily like it belonged there.

his voice comes out lower this time, more controlled. “i didn’t want him bothering you.”

you blink, thrown off slightly. “bothering me? i wasn’t bothered.”

michael’s eyes flick back to yours, something almost restless in them that he’s trying to shove down.

“well,” he mutters, “i was.”

the words slip out before he can stop them with a beat of silence following it.

you stare at him, confusion swirling across your face. “you were… bothered?”

michael’s whole body goes tense when he realises what he just admitted, even if it doesn’t fully make sense. his pride kicks in immediately, like an alarm going off in his head.

he clears his throat and steps back slightly, shaking his head. “forget it.”

you tilt your head, studying him now, your anger fading into something more curious but michael refuses to meet your eyes. if he does, he might see something there that makes it harder to pretend—harder to lie to himself.

he doesn’t understand why his chest feels tight. why his skin feels too warm under his coat. why the thought of you giving your number to some random guy makes his stomach churn.

he’d never cared before.

so why now?

why you?

michael’s grabs his shoes out of the locker and shoves them into his hands, voice clipped. “come on. let’s go.”

you hesitate, still looking at him like you’re trying to figure him out before you sigh and start untying your skates.

michael turns away, pretending to focus on his own laces, but his mind is spinning. he keeps replaying the image of you with ethan, laughing, holding onto him.

and the worst part?

it isn’t the boy.

it’s the fact you looked happy—and not with him.

he swallows hard, staring down at his skates, brows furrowed like he’s angry at the rink itself because he doesn’t know what this feeling is.

but he knows he doesn’t want to feel it again.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ —

yous both walk out in silence, not meeting each other’s eyes. your arms were crossed in front of you in a huff at his outburst.

he eventually breaks the silence, “look, i’m sorry okay? i am.”

you glance at him as he’s looking forward. you notice something deep in his eyes, yet you couldn’t place a finger on it.

annoyance?

sadness?

confusion?

you couldn’t tell, but something was there.

your eyebrows furrow at the saddened look appearing across his face—his features, usually gentle and elated now appeared gloomy.

“it’s okay, michael.” you speak, placing your hand delicately on his arm as you look at him with a small smile in an attempt to comfort him.

“i know you, i know you didn’t mean that to hurt anyone.”

he glanced down at you, embarrassed.

“i don’t know what happened, i just… i didn’t like him.”

you give him a half smile before removing you hands from your arm.

the loss of your warm touch left him almost… disappointed? like he wanted you to keep it there forever.

michael continued to stand in silence as yous waited for one of his drivers to pick yous up around the back of the building.

he kept thinking back to the feeling he felt when he say you and ethan together.

it wasn’t a feeling he encountered usually, let alone at all. so it left him wondering, what was so different about you to that you had such of an effect on him in there.

“i enjoy myself today,” you say, looking down at the pavement before playfully nudging yourself into his side to try cheer him up.

“yeah, me too… you still suck at skating though,” he teases to lighten the mood.

“well, you were the teacher so maybe it’s a you thing,” you wink back at him, earning his signature laugh.

(sry idk how to end this but im sure u get the gist😛.)

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! part 1 🤍🪽

[mshoneylover]

Me patiently waiting for a load of Jaafar and Michael fics to drop since my obsession is back

[cigarettesandcoffeex]

When I’m finally reading a good fanfiction, but then they call you Princess, Doll or Sweet girl…

GTFO YOU AINT MY DAD.

[mariiee568]

Someone PLEASE write for adult zuko

he looks too good in the movie

[milexa2000]

Me waiting for more OPLA fanfictions like:

[k1tk4ttt]

How I feel reading smut while being scared of intimacy in real life

[mssummervile]

Me

[smol-ackerman]

HIGURUMA HIROMI

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[mssummervile]

My man my man my baby my baby !