.𖥔 ݁ ˖ thriller era
⌗ synopsis: being micheal jackson’s bestfriend can be difficult when he expects you to drop everything and answer his calls !
⌗ contents: fem!reader, fluff, small kiss, childhood bestfriends, nicknames.
SATURDAY, 9:27 pm.
you were practically buzzing with excitement, electric feelings that only a saturday night in 1982 could replicate. music was buzzing faintly from your busted up radio player, hair finally doing what you had been begging for it to do all night, and your outfit laid out on the bed reminding you of all the wild memories you’d make tonight.
tonight was supposed to be a funky, crazy night.
one last look in the mirror, okay…actually four last looks in the mirror before you spun on your heels and towards your closet to grab a jean jacket to combat the nipping cold.
right as you reached for the jacket, the phone rang annoyingly down the hall.
you groaned dramatically at the ceiling, “of course.” a quiet mutter.
you had ignored the first call. if it was micheal which you were almost positive it was. he would only talk to you about something completely unnecessary, make you forget the time and miss the nightclub completely.
but it continued to ring, two calls in a row couldn’t be anything good. he usually always left a silly voicemail for you to hear after the first.
with a few taps of your feet against the wooden floors and a sigh you padded down the hallway to grab the receiver, twirling the cord around your finger.
“…this you, mikey? or am i talking to bubbles?”
for a moment all you heard was soft breathing—too quiet, far to out of the ordinary for little micheal jackson. not his usual excited mumble jumble of words he shot out within seconds.
“oh y/n! finally! oh man, i thought you fell asleep with your face in the pillow again.”
there he was, the teasing, the loud bubbly voice, the same exact micheal you grew up with.
you rolled your eyes although he couldn’t see it. “cmon micheal, why’re you callin’ this late? im about to head out for the night.”
“yeah yeah whatever..” he interjected. “but just hear me out on this mama, its super important.”
“im listening micheal.”
he inhaled dramatically, practically hearing the wide smile he had on his face. “no one and really i mean no one wants to watch a movie with me tonight. not any of my brothers, even bubbles keeps falling asleep during the funny parts. it’s insulting really.”
you lowered the phone, biting back a laugh. “really micheal?”
“im serious!” the desperation was evident in his tone, he couldn’t stay occupied by a chimpanzee any longer.
you shook your head, smiling. he truly was still the boy you met all those adolescent years ago, still boyish and silly.
but still—god he was doing it. he was pulling you in without even realizing it. you had plans, plans you waited all week for.
“mikey, i can’t tonight,” you winced internally, saying no to him still felt like kicking a puppy. “the girls are already on their way.”
“but mama..” he whined, whined. like he was eight all over again begging you to color with him. “it won’t be fun without you, it never is.”
“micheal..” you sighed, stretching the phone cord towards the front door, peeking out the window to check if your friends headlights are shining through the dark streets.
“i even got your favorite icecream. also got sprinkles and cherries..”
you opened your mouth to speak but closed it, frustrated between choosing.
“and,” he added, sensing your walls crumbling beneath his fingertips. “i found that real old movie we used to love when we were kids. the one with the terrible acting and even worse special effects, i even set up pillows on the floor, it’s all ready girl. just missin the most important piece.”
you pressed the phone to your forehead and groaned dramatically.
he knew, he always did.
“mikey you’re killing me,” you muttered. “i wanted to dance tonight.”
“you can dance here!” he chirped excitedly. “ill even pretend i don’t notice when you mess up the footwork completely.”
that damaged the ego just a little, “i do not mess up my footwork, rascal.”
“no judgement over here mama, you know that.” hearing the way he was trying to quietly set up the ice cream bowls and sprinkles behind the phone, making your heart tug uncontrollably.
“micheal i really can’t,” you mumbled, “my girlfriends are going to kill you once they find out, this is the fourth time you’ve done this.”
“please?” he said, softer. not whiny, not playful. just heart achingly honest. “i really want you here tonight.”
the silence pools between the two of you, both staying silent for different reasons. micheal was quiet because he was afraid if he said anything else you’d change your mind. and you were quiet because micheal was making it real hard to say no.
you sighed, running an irritated hand over your face. “fine micheal, fine. you never play fair.”
he laughed like he had finally won a prize at the fair, like nothing else mattered. which in his case, it really didn’t. he would never get over how easy it was to pull at your heart strings—showing all 32 teeth behind the telephone.
“alright mama, see you in a few minutes. gotta go wake bill up from his beauty sleep.”
click!
you let out a breath you hadn’t even known to be holding, looking at the ceiling for strength you so desperately needed. why were you such a sucker for him? you don’t know when he got his hooks in you but they had to have been in deep.
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bill showed up fifteen minutes later in a familiar car, nodding politely as you climbed in. he looked amused—clearly micheal’s dramatic begging hadn’t stopped at the age of ten.
the ride went by quick with polite small talk to the man you practically grew up alongside, pulling into the large home as you have so many times before.
bill led you to the front door and practically vanished, knowing you could map the direction of the house with your eyes closed.
quick pit pattering of quiet feet rushed towards you from upstairs, “you’re here!” his face lit up like a kid in a candy store.
“you manipulated me micheal don’t make it sound like we arranged this.” you tried to fight the smile that came with his infectious energy.
he couldn’t wait a second longer, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you towards the living room—looking exactly how he described it on the phone. blankets everywhere, pillows messily decorating the floor, and a movie waiting to be played on the television.
“well, you certainly weren’t lying.” you looked over at him, heart beginning to race at how handsome he looked tonight. his clean smelling cologne and shiny curls cascading down his chiseled face made this feel so surreal. your lips parted with a shaky breath, eyes flitting down to his full lips that were a pretty pink.
quickly looking away, feeling your pulse hammer against your ribs like it wanted to jump out.
he naturally does the same, taking a glance at the way your lips glossed in the light. “i take my movie nights very very seriously y/n, let’s go grab some icecream.”
he reaches for you without even realizing, grabbing your hand in his and clasps your fingers together. leading you with such a giddy expression it makes your stomach flutter with a sudden warm feeling.
the house felt so unreal at this hour, it was far to big and quiet, too dreamlike. every sound echoed, the freezer door opening, the clinking of spoons, and micheals soft breath as he hovered way too close behind you.
he wasn’t even pretending to help you. just standing there watching every expression that pulled on your face.
“are you just gonna watch me do all the work or help me?” you looked over your shoulder with a teasing glance, noticing how intently he was staring.
“im supervising.” he murmured, voice warm with that shy rasp.
you swallowed harder then you meant to, hands nervously fumbling with the scoop.
when you handed him the bowl, he purposefully let his fingers brush up against yours. not dramatic, just letting them linger a longer then he ever had courage to. like he wasn’t ready to let go yet.
“that good?” you asked.
he nodded, trying to distract himself from how powdery and sweet you smelled.
you just smiled with a playful scoff, reaching for the chocolate syrup—and he literally followed you. as soon as you took the step he also took a step. “youre hovering mikey.”
“i know, just don’t wanna be to far from you.” he admitted quietly.
the confession sat between you, strangely honest for the normally shy man. you handed him the syrup to distract the both of you, and just like he did so many years ago he covered the strawberry icecream in chocolate syrup—a full spiral, then another.
“alright no more micheal, don’t wanna hear you complain about a chocolate induced stomachache later,” you giggled, reaching for the bottle.
he held it out of reach playfully, “can never have to much chocolate, doll.”
you rolled your eyes at him, taking a spoonful of the cold dessert and feeling it melt along your tongue.
“you got icecream on ya face,” he said, tapping his own bottom lip.
“where?” you darted out your tongue, trying to lick the dollop of icecream seemingly on your face.
he didn’t raise his hand, didn’t even reach for a napkin. he just stepped in closer, brushing the corner of your mouth with his thumb. light, barley a whisper of touch.
he brings his thumb to his mouth, the same one that was shining with gloss and ice cream and licked it clean. “there.”
you stared at him. lips parting with a quiet breath, heart picking up that same nervous pace.
he swallowed, eyes flitting from your eyes back to your mouth like he couldn’t decide which was prettier. a subtle hint of want lying deep in his gut. before you called attention to it, he leaned in. slow, hesitant, and allowed his body to do all the work for him.
he gently pressed his lips against yours, so gentle, so achingly micheal it made your stomach blossom with butterflies. he truly was a gentleman inside and out, sure he wanted to kiss you till you both lost breath but he knew that wasn’t the way to approach such a beautiful woman like you—he had to treat you like the P.Y.T you were.
when he pulled away he almost looked embarrassed, a gentle pink flush rising on his cheeks.
“sorry,” he whispered. “i just..had to. been wanting to.” a quiet confession.
you put your spoon down beside you, heartbeat loud in your ears. “you don’t have to apologize for giving a girl what she wants.”
finally, a smile rose to his lips. showing all of his thirty two sparkly white teeth like he couldn’t believe you enjoyed that kiss. he had been dreaming of it your whole ride here, planning how to seem calm and collected about it.
“you still owe me a nightclub night,” you laughed, bringing a sweet, gentle kiss to his cheek.
“ill take you every weekend mama,” he said almost instantly, wrapping an arm around your waist as the other held his ice cream.
“you’re ridiculous.”
luckily you picked up that phone, make sure you do everytime !
@dollhabits work ! ,, not proofread :-(
a/n: im literally going to make three thousand of these i need boyfriend micheal so badly rn its not even funny 😭 but please send me ideas in my dms, comments or inbox!! not guaranteed that ill get to it but i literally love talking to you guys and id love to write about what you guys personally enjoy. loves ya!
