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"Michael stop doing that"

Why? See he enjoys it"

"Daddy again!"

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Michael Jackson x Black!Fem Reader

Summary: The stories and tales of the Jackson Family as they juggle their busy lives with two twin boys. One being an attorney and the other being a superstar.

Chapter Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fluff, Angst and Romance, Drama, Hurt with Comfort, Twins being chaotic, Michael stressing the reader out

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

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The series of The Jacksons is almost completed, as I meant for this to be a short series. I might do some blurbs on things I didn’t fit into the story or the mature era, for example.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Michael Jackson x Black!Fem Reader

Word Count: 4,725

Author Notes: I really thought about this chapter and what I wanted to do. I listened to Price of Fame so many times, lowkey became a theme for this chapter.

Baby, Michael really hit some nerves in this chapter, and you do a little of the same. DIANA ROSS in this chapter, so prepare (I genuinely hate her and what she did to my man). There is angst and little smut since I didn't want to go overboard.

Trust me, this is just the beginning for drama🫣

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This week has been literal hell, a drastic change from the peaceful two weeks you spent here in Japan. When Michael wasn't performing on the Bad tour, you would do family outings with the twins. It was nice seeing the country with your husband and kids. You were able to get some candid shots of Michael, actually, a lot of them. It was great until that horrible day happened, sparking it all.

SEPTEMBER 27th 1987

You were relaxing in your hotel room bed. At the same time, the twins played on the bed with you. You were almost asleep until the hotel phone rang. You only gave the hotel number to friends and your parents.

You picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Girl." It was your friend on the other line. "I don't mean to alarm you, but kinda do."

You sat up straighter in the bed. "What is it?"

"They got your adorable twins posted everywhere in the news and papers."

You paused as you tried to understand her words. You looked at your twins. "You're fucking lying."

"I'm not. Is there American news?" Your friend asked. "They're doing a segment on Michael's tour, and your twins are on there. I even see them in magazines."

You turned to the channel, and they're talking about how successful it was. Showing tour pictures and things like that.

"He has even brought his family with him; look how adorable his kids are."

The news anchor said it as if it were normal. But you felt an invasion of privacy. It was photos taken from your family outings around Japan. You felt your heart sink as they had such clear photos of your twins.

You know you should've been more careful. You and Michael were so caught up in making the twins have a normal life that you forgot that not everyone has good intentions. And not everyone respects you and Michael's privacy. But it's wild that the United States could still terrorize your family in another country.

This past year has seen an uptick in rumors and tabloids. About your marriage, Michael's appearance, and even your career as a lawyer have been called into question. Michael has tried so hard to keep the public from seeing you unless he wants them to. To let you be out in public, to do things. But you can't even do that anymore. You have security with you to even go to the grocery store. You do not want to become the black family that gets terrorized for views. You refuse to become a mockery show for America.

"I have to talk to Michael. Thank you for telling me." You told your friend.

"Anytime, I hate to see my friend's privacy being disrespected."

You hung up the phone. Michael is performing right now, so you have to wait until he comes back to the hotel. Your thoughts were spiraling. You thought this was handled. When the world was about to learn about your twins, Michael made sure it didn't. Just then, a few weeks later, it happened.

"Mommy."

You looked up as you tried to put on a happy expression. "Yeah?"

"What's wrong?" Cameron asked.

You looked at him for a minute, trying to say something. One thing you've noticed about Cameron is that he is observant. He notices things.

"It's nothing, baby." You smiled.

"Are you sure, mommy?" Cameron tilted his head. "You look sad."

"I'm just tired."

Cameron looked at you for a moment longer, but he went back to playing with Marcus. You sighed as you lay back down in the bed. You tried to think of how this could happen. When did they take pictures?

You were distracted by your thinking when the front door of the hotel room opened. You looked at the clock; Michael's back. You could tell that he was hot cause you heard multiple people in the living room.

"My children are plastered everywhere back home." Michael's voice was raspier and deeper after singing all night. "Frank, I know the interview was scrapped. But you were sure you got every photo?"

"I did, Michael. These must be newer photos. Someone is taking them here."

Michael let out a frustrated noise. "I already hate being on tour." Michael sighed. "Now I have to worry about people taking pictures of my family."

"Mike, how about we calm down?" Bill suggested.

"No, Bill, I literally can't," Michael said. "I'm mad and tired. This is too much."

"Let's talk about this tomorrow." Bill calmly said. "Talk to your wife."

There was a pause of silence. "Okay."

"I'll make sure to make some calls to get this under control, trust me," Frank said in his final words.

You heard the front door close before you heard footsteps towards your room. "Hey, baby." Michael slowly said.

"Munchkins." Michael leaned over the bed, placing soft kisses on each of their heads.

You looked at him when he made eye contact. He was still in his stage attire. It looks like he was in a hurry to come back, as he had a solemn expression. You two have been together for a decade, and your nonverbal communication seems to get better each day. Michael raised one eyebrow at you. You tilted your head. Michael cut his eyes to the twins, then back to you. Seemingly asking, 'We can't talk with the twins here.'

You looked at the twins. "I think it's getting late; time to go to bed."

The twins lifted their heads. "But mommy."

"I let you two stay up later so you could see your father; now let's go." You stood up.

"You already brushed our teeth and washed yourselves." You said, looking down at their pajamas.

"I'll follow you," Michael said.

You two followed the twins to the room next to yours. You picked up Marcus while Michael picked up Cameron and placed them in the bed together.

You fixed the covers, kissing both of their cheeks. "Goodnight, love bugs."

Michael copied your movements. "Goodnight." Michael sang.

The twins smiled before they got more comfortable in the bed. You closed the door behind you once you two were out of the room.

Michael stared at you. "What an absolute shitshow."

You nodded your head. "What are we going to do?"

Michael looked off to the side before he looked back at you. "I honestly don't know, baby."

You dropped your head down, and a long sigh came from you.

"Pick that head back up, sweet girl." Michael put his hand under your chin. "We'll figure it out together."

Michael wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer. "Michael, you are sweaty; get off of me."

"Damn, I can't get any loving."

"Once you take a shower, you can."

You woke up with Michael's arm lying across your stomach, his hand making small circles. "Good morning, baby." Michael rasped in your ear.

"Good morning."

"I hope you slept well," Michael said.

You turned around to look at him. "As well as I could."

"Michael, what is going to happen next?"

He sighed before he turned his body to look at the ceiling. "I'm going to try to get this under control."

"Michael, we are going to have to start suing motherfuckas."

Michael let out a loud laugh at your words. "That would be great, but that's a lot."

"I just hate that our privacy keeps getting invaded."

"I know, me too, trust."

Michael had a day between his next show. You decided to spend it at the hotel. You watched as the twins played with Michael's hair while doing your nails. You giggled as the twins mostly put hair ties in his hair, making Michael's hair stick up in different directions.

"Daddy, your hair is long," Marcus said as he grabbed a section.

"Is it?" Michael winced when Cameron's fingers dug deeper into his scalp.

"Cameron." You started, but Michael stopped you with a hand.

"Cameron, we have to be more gentle." Michael reached out to move Cameron's hand to a different spot.

"Why?"

"I had an accident; my scalp is a little sensitive."

"Okay."

You focused on your nails as the twins continued to play with Michael's hair. You perked up when you heard the phone ring. You looked at Michael.

"I'll get it." Michael stood up despite the twins' protests.

"Hello," Michael said. He mouthed to you that it was his assistant.

"Yeah?" Michael turned, leaning his leg against the table. "You know who leaked it?"

"Yeah, exposure? That's the angle they want to go with?"

"Well, okay." Michael was about to hang up when more words were spoken on the other line.

"She wants to talk?" Michael raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, sure."

There were a few moments of silence. "Diana, how are you?"

You almost dropped the nail polish that you were holding. You snapped your head as you fully focused on the conversation. Diana Ross, that woman is the bane of your existence.

"Thank you; it's hard right now for me in public, but yes, I'm holding up."

"The twins are fine; we're figuring out what to do."

"My wife? Oh, yes, wonderful."

You stood up abruptly at the mention of you. You saw the way Michael's eyes glanced towards you as you got closer to him.

You tilted your head. "What does she want?" You whispered.

Michael held up a hand, and you looked at him like he had lost his mind.

"A dinner? That would be nice."

Michael looked into your eyes. "Yes, we haven't talked for a while."

You couldn't let this convo go on any longer. You reached to snatch the phone out of Michael's hand. He looked at you with wide eyes before you put the phone to your ear.

"Hello, Diana."

Diana said your name. "It's been a while."

You felt your eye twitch from just hearing her voice, your composure already thinning. "Why are you calling?"

"Well, darling." Strike one. "I just wanted to check on Michael; the media has been ruthless lately."

You could scoff at her statement. She has been paying Michael dust since she didn't get what she wanted from him.

"That's nice of you." You tilted your head. "Isn't it a little random to be calling now after some years?"

"No." Strike two. "It isn't like me, and Michael is just some strangers."

"Yes, I know of your history." You tried to keep your tone neutral.

"It was great for you to check on him, but don't make this a regular thing."

"Be careful," Diana said your name. "You sound jealous."

Strike three. "Listen here bitch, I know what you're doing."

"Baby." Michael gasped as he tried to get the phone back from you.

You turned your body, making it harder for Michael to take the phone.

"What could I possibly be doing?" Diana laughed.

"You're trying to get your way back into Michael's life, and I'm not having the shit."

"I can't talk to an old friend."

"No, now go talk to your husband and not mine." You scoffed into the phone.

"And don't call here again, or we're really going to have problems." You were about to hand the phone back to Michael when she spoke again.

"What are you going to do?"

"Baby, you want me to fly back to California to beat your ass." You questioned.

Michael took the phone back from you. "Hello?" Michael let out a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry about that."

You crossed your arms as Michael said bye before hanging up.

"What was that about?"

"Michael, she was being weird."

"No, she was being nice."

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

You scoffed. "Make it seem what I was doing was too much."

"Well."

You gasped as you turned around. You walked to the bedroom. You didn't want the twins to hear your conversation. Michael closed the door behind him.

"That lady is fucking snake." You emphasized. "She knew what she was doing in seventy-nine, eighty-five, and now."

"Baby."

"No, Michael."

You couldn't stand that woman. You don't know what vice grip she has on Michael. You remember when you first started dating him, you told him how off-putting it was for him and her to be friends. In seventy-nine, Michael was doing the Wiz; you felt like she was competing with you. It was weird and quite predatory.

In eighty-five, when Michael was doing We Are the World. You saw the photos and the program. Diana was all smiles while holding his hand. His wedding ring shone brightly in photos, but she ignored it. Just happy to be in his space; you couldn't stand it.

You can't blame Michael. It seemed he developed that relationship with her when he was young, and she took advantage of that. But she has disrespected you, both as his girlfriend and as his wife. She also disrespected Michael, using him for her own purposes. She wanted to gain something from him. To have that hot star hanging off her hips.

Her presence makes your ass itch. Those old feelings are coming back to haunt you right now. And you're left feeling like that teenage girl back in seventy-nine, who was angry at that woman.

"She has always been competing with me." You threw your arms up. "You know how weird it is for a grown-ass woman to compete with a teenager?"

"Baby, I don't understand," Michael said to you.

"Let's not be oblivious; it doesn't fit you, Michael."

"She has a very obvious obsession or whatever it is."

"She is using this as a way to get back in your life." You said to him.

"It can be something very simple. I feel bad for how I cut Diana off." Michael sighed.

"Mike, don't feel bad for establishing boundaries." You shrugged your shoulders. "She didn't respect it, so you cut off access."

"Still, I want to clear up any misunderstandings."

"What is there to misunderstand?" You stood up. "I refuse for her to come back."

"Well, it's not your decision to make."

You stood there, stunned for a moment. "What?"

"It's not your decision."

"Michael, I don't know what hold she has on you."

"But you have to remember that you are a married man; this is not the 70s."

You and Michael haven't had many arguments. Disagreements are settled easily without screaming. But when you do have arguments, it's hell with Michael's stubbornness and your need to be right. It causes friction that can lead to you two not talking for days. It's petty, but it's what you two have grown accustomed to.

"I'm done with the conversation; it seems like you have your mind set." You pushed past him to walk to the bathroom.

"Baby, don't do this." Michael turned to follow you.

"I'm done." Michael paused at the doorway from your words.

"Fine." Michael furrowed his eyebrows. "It's too much to deal with everything happening right now and your attitude."

You turned your head to glare at him. "That's how you feel?"

Michael shook his head, not even giving you a response before walking out of the bedroom.

The rest of the day went by with the two of you not resolving the earlier convo, just skating around each other as you both kept your children entertained. There were no usual noises of joy between you two, just your twins filling the space instead. Every time he would walk by you, you just rolled your eyes.

The night ended with you turned over, facing the wall. You sighed when you heard Michael's voice. "Baby."

"Goodnight, Michael."

SEPTEMBER 30th 1987

It's been a couple of days since the two of you talked. Three days before you and the twins leave. Michael was all happy with the twins, but with you could barely get a smile. You were stumped, literally seething. And opposite to your twins, who are just enjoying life. Very oblivious to the quarrel between their parents. He was very much unbothered by your mood, even when you were sitting in the audience at his show. He was all smiles as he looked at your section.

You boosted your silence after that. Maybe got a little bratty, especially after Michael, since he wants to play dirty. He wants to play a game; you can play too.

The thing about Michael is that, as well as being kind and giving. He runs a strict program. Something you have seen develop as you two have gotten older. He is not the same man he was ten years ago. Not even three. His experiences have hardened him a little bit.

You can test his patience and push him to his limits. Michael isn't the one to yell at you or make threats. No, that's never been him. Michael has a quiet dominance. He's not telling you what to do. You're a grown woman at the end of the day. He will be the type to raise an eyebrow after you've finished yelling and said, "Is it my turn?" That argument you had a couple of days earlier. Once he feels like his opinion is not respected, he retreats.

It pisses you off, and you think Michael knows that it pisses you off. But you can piss him off even more when you act like a brat. You started slowly, rolling your eyes. You could tell it slightly annoyed him. Cutting him off mid-sentence, he hated that. Preventing him from doing a task, he hates that.

"Cameron, hold-." Michael struggled to put lotion on him.

"Come here, baby." You stretched your arms out. And Cameron ran straight to you.

Michael looked at you like you betrayed him, before a flat look crossed his face.

It was childish, sure. But it is literally the only way he could focus on you. You could get away with it for so long until you were cornered by him one early morning.

"Are we going to stop this?" Michael crossed his arms.

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"My love, we are too grown for this."

"This can't still be about Diana."

You raised your eyebrow. "It is about Diana, but it's also about you, too."

Michael sighed. "You can't keep this up; we haven't talked in days."

"With that attitude, we won't talk until I leave."

"Michael, why can't you see that I have a right to feel that way about her?"

"You know our history; you know who she is in my life."

"And let me remind you fuckin again that I'm your wife, not her."

"It seems like you value her opinion more than mine." You huffed.

"Baby, you know that's not fair."

"Well, I can't tell Michael! You let her back in!"

There was silence that fell. "Girl, you're doing too much." He scoffed. "I respect you, I respect your opinion."

"You know what-."

"Mommy, daddy." Cameron stood in the hallway, rubbing his eye, while clutching a teddy bear. "Why are you yelling?"

You looked at Michael, not realizing you two were loud. "Good morning, baby."

You looked around Cameron's body to see that Marcus was peeking behind the wall. "Daddy and I are just having a conversation."

Cameron looked at you with eyes so observant you couldn't look away. You hate how aware he is sometimes.

"Okay." That was all he said before he grabbed Marcus's hand, dragging him away.

"I'm done talking about this shit," Michael whispered. "I wish to move on."

"Please." You rolled your eyes, walking away.

OCTOBER 2nd 1987

It was the last day before you left Japan. It was lonely to say the least. Michael was moving like a ghost now. You didn't like it when he got like this. It's like he shuts down. He doesn't talk to you and doesn't look at you. You're still in his orbit, but he is just completely moving around you.

You were frankly tired of it. You tried to talk to him to finally deal with whatever had happened. Cause even being bratty was starting to get tiring, and you wanted to have a conversation. But Michael wasn't having it. He just looked at you, said he had a rehearsal, and left.

You were baffled to say the least. That was until you got a phone call from one of your friends. She said she was in Japan for a vacation and wanted to hang out. You agreed, as you were not going to spend your last night sulking.

Michael saw you before his show. "Where are you going?"

"Out with a friend." You slid on some boots.

Michael looked at you up and down. "Really?"

"Yes, Mike."

Michael had a strange look on his face before it became neutral. "Be safe, baby; we still don't know who's taking pictures of us."

"I will be careful." You stood back up to grab your purse.

"Just make sure," Michael said. "I can't afford anything else."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Baby, I don't want to argue.” Michael sighed.

You were about to retaliate, but bit your tongue instead. You don't have time for this. "I'll be back; the twins are already asleep."

You shut the hotel door behind you. You had one of the circuit frauds drive you to a friend's hotel. It was fun just relaxing without worrying about anything. You two went drinking and went to spots that serve good food. By the end of the night, you were at the jazz lounge while you caught up with her.

"So how are you and your man?" Your friend took a sip of wine.

"Horrible at the moment." You sighed.

"Why?"

"Past things have come up, and it seemed like he hasn't moved on as I thought."

"Who is it?"

"Diana Ross."

Your friend gasped. "That old bitch you were telling me about a couple of years back."

You shook your head. "Yes, her."

"That woman is coming back to haunt the narrative."

"Have you talked to Michael?"

"I've tried, but it just didn't work. I might've gone an immature route."

Your friend said your name in disappointment. "Now what did you learn?"

"That he really doesn't like childish retaliation against a serious situation."

"You two need to talk, especially since you're going back to California."

"Yeah, we should."

You stood outside the hotel room. You felt nervous, but you didn't know why. Luckily, in every hotel you have stayed at, the whole floor is blocked off. So you don't worry about anyone looking at you weirdly for having your head against the door.

You sighed before you pushed the key card in and walked inside. You were shadowed in darkness as soon as you walked in. You fumble around as you try to find a light. A light instead came on in the living room. You looked over to see Michael sitting in a chair with legs spread.

"Now I want you to listen, don't talk." You stood there with your eyes wide as he talked.

"I let you have whatever you think you did." Michael put one of his arms on the chair and tilted his head in his hand. "But this bratty shit ends tonight."

You opened your mouth.

"What did I say?" Michael hummed.

"Now are we going to talk like adults?"

You nodded your head. Michael moved his body, so he put another chair right in front of him. "Sit down."

"I want to go first," Michael said. "I'm truly sorry for how I acted."

"It wasn't fair to you; you're my wife, and you are one of my priorities."

"I understand." You nodded your head.

"I didn't let Diana back in." Michael sighed as he leaned back in the chair. "I talked to her again."

"But it was to set a final tone." Michael looked at you. "I thought over my years of whatever we had; it was unhealthy."

"And truly, I'm not doing us a favor as well as myself."

"She manipulated me to get what she wanted." Michael grabbed on to one of your hands. "But I'm glad I see it now."

"She's gone permanently."

"I'm glad, Michael." You looked down at your joined hands. "To be honest, she needed to be gone back in seventy-nine."

"Well, yeah." Michael chuckled. "We don't have to worry about that."

You sighed. "I'm so sorry for how childish I acted; it's just that you shut me out and I didn't know what to do."

"Me acting that way was the only way I could get a reaction."

"I'm sorry that I pushed you to do that." Michael raised your hand to kiss it.

"I realize it was more counterproductive as it seemed to push you further into a corner." You giggled lightly as Michael placed kisses on your hand.

"I'm trying to be serious." You told him.

"Baby, I already forgave you." Michael dropped your hand.

"Do you forgive me?"

"Let me think?" You shook your head. "No, I don't."

"Really?" Michael pulled your chair closer to him. "What can I do for you to forgive me?"

"Something." You looked Michael in the eyes.

Michael stared right back at you. "I know what you want."

"But with your attitude this week, do you deserve it?"

Michael kisses you softly before he pulls back. "I don't like brats, but you might be an exception."

Michael kissed you deeply this time. He pulled you out of the chair into his lap. Michael trailed his kisses down your neck.

"Michael." You sighed.

You gasped once he ripped open your shirt, buttons flying across the room. "Michael, I just bought that!"

"I don't care; I'll buy you more." Michael lifted you in his arms, walking down the hallway to your bedroom.

Michael dropped you on the bed. You looked up as he just admired you. "You are so beautiful; I'm so lucky to call you mine."

Michael leaned down over you on the bed. He made hickies on your chest. You lightly put your hand in his hair, more towards the back, to pull him closer.

"I want you to lie there and look pretty while I eat you out," Michael whispered in your ear.

You felt Michael trailed his kisses lower, kissed your stomach. He unbuckled your pants, pulling them down. He hooked his finger under the band of your underwear. He pulled until he saw your pussy. Michael licked his lips. "There's my pretty girl."

Michael put one hand on your stomach to keep you still. He nudged one of your legs with his arm into his shoulder. You gasped as you felt his tongue lick between your folds. You threw your head back as he lapped at your folds.

"I love your pussy, baby." Michael came back to spit on your folds. "So good."

"Michael!" You moaned as your hips started to move against his face.

Michael took deeper strides on your pussy. Making small movements with his tongue. You almost came when he wrapped his lips around your clit.

"Did that almost get you? I can feel it." Michael leaned back just enough to spread your lips. "Look at how I make you. You like this?"

You nodded your head fast. You clawed at his arms to pull him back.

"You're needy." Michael put his mouth back on you.

Michael, in turn, worked on your clit, knowing it was sensitive. He sucked on the nub while his fingers started to make feather-light motions on your folds. You closed your legs around his head.

"It's so good, keep going." Your voice pitched off the end.

You felt your orgasm hit you like a freight train. The coil in your stomach released as you came over Michael's face. Michael rode you through your orgasm. Sucking up all your juices before he pulled back.

"My favorite thing to do." Michael licked his tongue around his mouth.

You played there, breathless as you looked at him. Michael looked beautiful with his hair slightly messy. The moonlight casts half of his face in darkness.

"You're so pretty." You breathe out. "My pretty boy."

Michael looked down at you. "Stop that." He blushed lightly at your words.

"No." You chuckled.

Michael smiled before he leaned down to kiss you. "I'm going to do that again, then I'm going to fuck you."

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, I don't." You hummed. "I don't at all."

"I know you don't."

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I’m about to reformat the whole aesthetic of my blog lol. I don’t like it anymore.

Anyway I’m dropping chapter eight of the Jacksons in a couple hours‼️

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Michael Jackson x Black! Fem Reader

Word Count: 3,414

Author Notes: I just had to get a way to talk about one of my favorites of his, the 1984 Grammys, in this story. Thank you so much to everybody who enjoys this story. I have almost 300 followers, which is crazy.

Enjoy this fluffy chapter, 'cause it's about to go down after this. I gotta create some drama 🤷🏽‍♀️

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SEPTEMBER 11th 1987

You walked through the house with a determined plan on a Sunday morning. Today was the twins' wash day. With everything going on in your life at the moment, you pushed aside their hair. You opened the twins' door to them playing with Bubbles. It looks like they were playing with blocks, and Bubbles was helping. You loved the bond that the twins built with Michael's animals. You could tell that Bubbles enjoyed playing with people around his size.

Bubbles stood up to mess around with things in the twins' room. "Bubbles." Cameron stood up to walk to him.

"Let's come back and sit down." Cameron signed 'sit down'.

You remember Michael mentioning that he taught the twins some sign language to better communicate with Bubbles. You saw Cameron make the sign again as Bubbles followed him back.

"Boys." Both of the twins heard your voice. "Today is the day."

"Mommy?" Marcus asked a question.

"I'm washing your hair." You saw both of their faces drop.

"No!" Marcus exclaimed.

You sighed at his words. You've been growing their hair ever since they were adopted. You have managed to grow their hair from buzz cuts to afros. It was time-consuming, yes. But you enjoyed doing their hair and the labor that came with it. You felt like it was a small mother-son bonding moment.

You would sometimes complain, and you complained to your mother on one occasion.

"Momma, it's hard sometimes to keep up with their hair." You sighed into the phone. "With how demanding my job and life are."

"Just perm their hair." Your mother said it like a normal suggestion, but you took it as an insult.

"Why would I do that?" You questioned.

"Well, it would take half of the time, and you have to do less upkeep."

You damn near hung up on her for that. You were not putting a perm or any chemicals in your children's hair. Besides, they are only five, so they shouldn't be that way anyway.

"Boys, it's been some time since I last washed it." You gave them a look. "We have to do it today."

"Mommy, can we wait until another day?" Cameron pleaded.

"No, now let's get to it." You walked closer to them.

Both twins sighed as they got up, leaving Bubbles to his own devices. You paused before you followed the twins out of the room. "Make sure you behave yourself, Bubbles."

You walked down the hallway to meet the twins. "We're using the sink today." Both twins groaned even more dramatically at your words.

"But it makes my neck hurt," Marcus said.

"Well, it's either that or the shower, your choice."

"Sink," Cameron said.

You gathered all you needed to wash their hair and herded them to the kitchen. It was a big kitchen with two sinks. So you usually used the one that had more counter space. You picked both of them up and placed them on the counter. You wetted their hair first with some conditioner, trying to detangle it. Marcus is more tender-headed than Cameron. So you are more careful when combing his hair.

"Who wants to go first?" You asked.

The twins looked at each other. Cameron sighed before he raised his hand. You gave him a light smile before you moved him to the sink. You put a towel down before you lay his head down.

"We can take breaks when your neck hurts, okay?" You leaned down to kiss his forehead.

You wet his hair thoroughly with your hands before applying shampoo. You tried to make it as relaxing as possible for them. Playing music in the background, talking to them about small things. Right now, Marcus was babbling to you as he swung his feet while he waited.

"Mommy, I can say my ABCS now!"

You hummed at his words. "You can now?"

Marcus nodded his head excitedly. You laughed as you washed shampoo out of Cameron's hair. Applying more to his hair.

"Can you say them to me?"

"Yes." Marcus started to sing the alphabet to you. You hummed along to his words.

"Good job, baby, I'm proud of you." You said as he ended.

Marcus beamed at your heads, kicking his feet a little harder.

"Mommy." You looked down at Cameron.

"Yes?"

"People were talking about Daddy on Friday at school," Cameron told you.

"Were they?" You massaged his hair.

"How big is Daddy? People at school always seem to talk about him."

"Well." You started. "Your daddy is a special person that a lot of people look to."

"He makes music." Both twins listened to you. "And a lot of people like his music."

"Is Daddy like a superhero?" Marcus looked at you.

"You can think of it that way."

"What do you, Mommy?" Marcus asked you.

"I help people with things that they can't help just by themselves." You said. "People call on me to help them."

"Is that why you wear those fancy outfits?"

"Yes." You chuckled. "And I work in that big building you saw with the statues in the front."

"That big scary building," Cameron asked.

"It's not scary." You told Cameron. "I'm what they would call a lawyer." You added.

"Lawyer?" Marcus questioned.

"A lawyer is what I'm called." You nodded your head.

"Both you and daddy are superheroes!" Marcus exclaimed in excitement.

You laughed. "I guess we both are."

You washed all the shampoo out of Cameron's head. You put some conditioner in his head before you washed that out, too. "Up, baby." You lifted Cameron gently.

"It wasn't that bad, right?" Cameron nodded his head gently.

You dry his hair lightly with a towel. You parted his hair into sections, then applied detangling cream and leave-in conditioner. You turned towards Marcus. "Your turn."

"Mommy, I don't want to," Marcus whined.

"Marcus." You warned him.

You didn't have a chance to blink before he jumped off the counter. You gasped as the counter was at some height, but he landed on his feet. He ran to the back door, unlocked it, and ran out.

"Marcus!" You screamed as you ran after him.

You looked around at the expansive backyard. In times like these, you wish Michael hadn't bought such a big plot of land.

"Marcus, I'm not running after you!" You shouted out.

You quickly turned your head in the direction of the giggles. "He thinks this is a game." You scoffed.

You ran towards the direction of the noise, managing to see a small body turn the corner. "Marcus!" You shouted again.

You panted as he disappeared from your sight again. You were panicking now, which wasn't the best time. "Marcus, baby, this isn't funny." You pleaded. "Come to me, please."

You turned around in a circle. You closed your eyes as you tried to calm down before you started crying. "Marcus!" You shouted again.

You ran again until you were back in front of the back door. You placed your hands on your head as you panted. You felt your heart skip a beat when you heard Michael call your name.

"Cameron told me what happened. Where is he?" Michael approached you.

Michael's expression changed when he saw tears brimming in your eyes. "Hey." He rubbed your arms.

"I don't know where he is."

"It's okay." He placed a kiss on your temple. "I got this."

"Marcus!" Michael yelled out in a deep voice you know would catch Marcus's attention.

A few seconds later, Marcus came out around the corner. You sucked in a breath of relief.

"Marcus," Michael put his hands on his hips. "You be testing us, I swear it."

"You had your mother sick, running off like that." Michael gave him a pointed look.

"You don't run off like that, our house is too big."

He looked between your teary, worried gaze and Michael's hardened stare. "I'm sorry." He dropped his head.

"Lift your head and apologize to your mother," Michael said.

"I'm sorry, mommy." Marcus looked up at you. "I won't do it again."

You nodded your head as you bent down to him. "Please never again, you scared me." You hugged him.

"Marcus," Michael said, and you pulled back from Marcus.

"You're not getting a reading from me tonight."

"But, daddy," Marcus said.

"I don't want to hear it." Michael set the final tone. "Now go inside and let your mother wash your hair."

"Okay."

You and Michael cuddled in bed later that night. You almost had your whole body over his as he rubbed your back.

"Today was a roller coaster of emotions for me." You spoke.

"Perks of parenthood, I guess." Michael chuckled.

"Marcus is going to be a wild child for us, it seems." You moved slightly in bed to get more comfortable.

"He and Cameron are like yin and yang." Michael moved his hand to smooth the headscarf you had on.

"An extrovert child is going to be a nightmare." You buried your head in Michael's chest.

"Yeah, but at least it's never boring."

Silence took over the space. You looked at Michael's chest, raising up and down.

"You know I was talking to Bill earlier, and he mentioned Grammys in 1984."

"Really." You looked back at him. "What about it?"

"He teased me about how excited I was to introduce you as my wife."

"Yeah." You sighed. "People really didn't see me after that disastrous interview."

"You were so nervous." You teased. "Gripping my hand all night."

"Stop it." Michael's voice went light.

"Never." You kissed his neck.

FEBRUARY 28th 1984

You sat in the back of the limo as Michael kissed the back of your hand. "You look so beautiful, my love."

"Thank you." You dipped your head shyly as Michael moved to kiss your cheek.

"I'm kinda nervous." You told him. "Haven't been in front of cameras in a while."

"Me too." Michael squeezed your hand. "A big night for me and we're debuting as newlyweds."

"Yeah."

"I can't wait to introduce you as my wife," Michael said to you.

"I bet you can't." You laughed. "You say that with such admiration."

"Girl, you don't know how much I'm obsessed with you." Michael leaned over to kiss you gently.

"Stop it." You giggled. "You know how to make me feel like a schoolgirl with a crush."

"I'm glad." Michael pulled you closer to him.

The limo stopped in the long line of cars. Michael opened the door and guided you out of the car. Michael bent down a little bit to pick up your dress train. You two walked side by side. You winced as the cameras started to flash brightly in your face as you made it closer to the red carpet. Michael brought you closer to him. The chatter was endless as you heard shouts from reporters and camera operators alike. You can barely hear the reporters' commentary.

"Here is one of the biggest stars of the night, Michael Jackson!"

"With multiple Grammy nominations from his highly acclaimed Thriller album."

"Here he is with his stunning new wife."

"Congrats on the wedding, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson."

"I just love that she's here; the last time we saw her was back in 1982, two years ago!"

"I just love her dress, the blue looks gorgeous on her."

"I love it when couples coordinate together."

"What an absolutely beautiful couple."

Michael ushered you inside the building with ease. He kissed the top of your temple. "Wish me luck for a good night." He whispered to you.

"I'll know you'll win." You beamed.

And win he did. You stood up after every win, clapping for him. More visible kisses appear on his face after each win. The camera panned to you once in a while, smiling brightly as he spoke. Michael stood up once again after his eighth win. You stood up and placed a kiss right under his jaw.

"Wow, I mean, I don't know what to say." Michael lightly laughed. "I've been up here so many times tonight, I feel like I might bore you with the usual gratitude."

"So I want to take this moment to thank a special person in my life." Michael smiled.

"My lovely lady, my beautiful wife." Michael pointed as you got bashful, and the camera panned to you. "Don't get shy now."

"The muse for this album, half of my songs are dedicated to her."

"You have been with me through everything, and I'm grateful," Michael said.

"So I appreciated you in the best way I can, which is through music." Michael blew a kiss towards you. "I love you, baby."

The camera panned to you as you pretended to catch the kiss, giving one of your own. You mouthed, 'I love you too.'

The award show went on. The camera pans to the two of you throughout the night. Screams filled the air every time it happened. It was loudest when Michael gave you a light kiss. The night ended with standing off to the side as Michael took photos with all his awards. You wrapped your arms around him as he finished the photos.

"I'm so proud of you, baby." You kissed him.

"Thank you so much." Michael gave you another kiss.

"I should get a prize for my wins."

"What would that be?" You asked in faux curiosity.

Michael leaned down so he was next to your ear. "You naked on my bed tonight."

"Yeah?" You hummed.

"Yeah," Michael said. "I would love to make you cum, maybe eight times tonight."

You pulled back to look at his face. "You think you're funny?"

"Baby, I know I'm funny." Michael smiled. "Eight times the charm."

You laughed. "Yeah, okay."

SEPTEMBER 13th 1987

You can't believe you let Michael talk you into dragging the twins and you to Japan. You originally planned to send your husband off while you stayed back home. You were kinda nervous. You're used to Michael being off on tours while you stay behind. But you're staying behind with the children this time. Michael instead sprang an idea a week earlier.

"You can just come to Japan with me," Michael mentioned.

"Yeah?" You chuckled. "But I have work, and the twins have school."

"Baby, you need a break from that place; all you do is work." Michael looked at you.

"Besides, I want you three with me." Michael sighed. "I'm not quite ready to let you go."

"Michael, that's five weeks you're staying in Japan."

"You don't have to stay the five weeks, just the first two, maybe three?" Michael walked closer to you.

"Please, baby?" Michael pouted a little.

"Fine, you know I can't resist when you beg."

Michael's smile got wider before he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Thank you."

"I will make some arrangements at work, but you're calling the twins' school."

"Whatever you say, baby." Michael kissed you lightly on the lips.

That's how you're here, right, reading a book off the side of the stage. In comparison, the twins cling to Michael while he rehearses.

"I want to go over that segment again; something about it just doesn't feel right," Michael spoke into the microphone.

You heard Michael laugh as the twins played in between his legs. "Munchkins, you two are relentless."

Michael crouched down so he could see them. He almost cooed when both twins looked at him with big eyes. "I have to rehearse now. How about you two go to your mother?"

You looked up once you saw the twins running towards you. "Mommy!"

You made a small sound when both of them collided with your body and tried to get into your lap. You had rearranged yourself so the twins could be more comfortable.

"Not too much longer, you two can keep sitting in my lap." You laughed

"I'll sit in your lap forever!" Marcus yelled."

"Okay." You booped his nose before you hugged the twins closer.

You three watched Michael rehearse from the side. You can't help but watch in awe. Even when he's not going full out, there is something magnetic about his movements. The way he commanded the stage. Giving people kind input that doesn't sound passive-aggressive or anything. He does it cause he genuinely cares about you and how you perform. You can't help but keep an ear out while you keep the twins entertained.

"I want you to come stronger, just a little bit."

"When you come on stage, you have to be powerful, give them a show."

"You have to know how to work the stage, like this."

"Yes, great! Keep that energy throughout the show."

The rehearsal ended well. You smiled as Michael thanked everybody for everything. Michael walked over to you and the twins.

"I'm going to go take a shower, but how about we do a little exploration after?" Michael hummed.

"Really?" Cameron asked.

"Yes, munchkin, really."

You walked hand in hand with Michael as the twins walked a little bit ahead. You smiled as the twins, awed by everything.

"I love childhood wonder," Michael said to you. "Something about it is just magical."

"Yeah, I like it, they just see the world differently." You looked at Marcus as he grabbed Cameron to look at something.

"They're not jaded." Michael hummed.

"They're experiencing things for the first time." You looked at Michael. "Especially our children."

"Our children. It's been two years, and I still can't believe those words sometimes." Michael smiled at you.

"Well, they're our babies." You squeezed his hand.

Mommy, daddy. We want to go in here." Cameron pointed to the store.

You were tickled by the sight of Cameron gripping Marcus's hand so he wouldn't just run inside the store.

You and Michael looked inside, and it looked empty enough. Michael looked back at the security that huddled close behind, but far enough for normalcy.

"Oh, a candy store? You want some?" You asked.

Both twins nodded their heads. You saw Michael give the signal for security to come closer. Both of you let go of each other's hands. Opting to grab one's twin's hands before Michael opened the door.

You saw the store clerk's eyes widen before they bowed their head in greeting. You could tell, even through the language barrier, they respected Michael enough to give him space.

Both of you let the twins lead you deeper into the store. "Mommy, look at this," Marcus said.

"It looks pretty good, doesn't it?"

You grabbed the little basket that was in the aisle. You gave it to the twins. "Go on and pick some out."

"How much?" Cameron asked.

"To your heart's content." Michael laughed as both twins giggled, then walked.

You wrapped your arm around Michael's. Leaning your head on his shoulder. "We're doing a great job."

What do you mean?" You questioned.

"Raising the twins."

"Yes, they're going to grow into cute gentlemen." You replied.

"Their new homeroom teacher called me." You told Michael. "Just to tell me how sweet and nice they are."

"I hope they are." Michael raised an eyebrow. "I ain't raising no disrespectful children."

You laughed at his words. "With the way we are, I don't think that's possible."

"They are just a little mischievous." Michael looked at you.

"Reminds me of someone else."

"What does that mean?"

"You." You emphasized. "It reminds me of you."

Michael made a noise with his mouth. "Hardly."

"Michael, this morning you scared me while I was showering!" You reiterated. "I could've busted my ass."

"But you didn't, and it was funny." Michael laughed.

"I'm going to shave your eyebrows while you sleep one day." You said.

"No! My eyebrows are my prized possession." Michael gasped.

"Not for long, it's not." You laughed.

"You're really funny." Michael unwrapped himself to tickle your sides. "You're a funny girl, right?"

"Mike!" You squealed. "You know I'm ticklish." You tried to move out of his strong grasp.

"I know that's why I do it." Michael bent over you when you bent down.

"Stop!" You giggled.

"Mommy?"

"Daddy is trying to eat mommy again!"

You heard the little patter of feet before the twins were in front of you.

"Let go of mommy!" Marcus yelled.

Michael looked up with a smirk. He pulled you up before he held you close. "No." Michael kissed your cheek.

"We have to get her," Cameron told Marcus.

Michael walked you back until he was able to slide between security. "Come get her then."

"Save me!" You dramatically yelled.

"Daddy!" Both twins screamed as Michael giggled.

[pvt-luv]

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜

𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎! 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙻𝚘𝚠𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸, 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝙸’𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝!

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟶𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙽𝚘𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚈𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍-𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟽,𝟼𝟶𝟷

𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍!

The year 1925 was the halfway mark of the decade. The 20s seemed to be marked by advancement. New marvels are introduced—the first radio, gas-powered stoves, and in-house showers. In particular, New York City was becoming a golden city as much as it was becoming a crime city. The prohibition regulations really brought them to the forefront. They took over segments of New York City. Certain families ruled over New York City, always fighting for more power and money.

Money became the city's main signal. Someone always had money to make. Things to sell, things to buy. The thing that kept the city going. And if you didn't offer money to the city in some way, the city would swallow you whole. New York City was formerly itself. Not even a reflection of the city, it was back before World War I.

And tucked in the small section of the prospering city was New York Dramatic, the newspaper you worked for. A newer newspaper company that was competing with the bigger, more established companies. But still shook the industry as they tried new techniques and printing. Your company has sometimes beaten the bigger companies in getting news out faster. So you're a company to watch, as you're gaining rapid steam in media.

That is what life is in New York City, fast and quick pace. Someone is always moving on to the next thing in the market. And you have reliever news to keep people engaging. That also means stepping on some toes along the way. Telling stories in the news that others wouldn't do. Maybe that's why you perked up when the head editor called you a name.

"Miss." The head editor, Eric Williams, called you by your last name. You saw him make a hand motion to come to him.

You stopped typing on your typewriter. Your co-worker grabbed your hand. "You think it's about your latest publication?"

"I hope not."

You walked to his office, closing the door behind you. You only had one second to sit in one of the chairs before he threw a newspaper in your lap.

"What is this?" He hummed as he sat back down at his desk.

You looked down at the Metro section. A section that you recently took over after your mentor went on leave. The big bold title of 'The Jackson Family meddled in the mayor election?'

The Jackson Family has made a name you would hear over the last six years. Making their mark during the Harlem Renaissance, which was in full swing. They are influential and carry significant weight. But there have been some talks about how they get their money and what they do with it. There have been rumors that the Jackson Family is a mob family. You might have had a reporter look into it.

"It's news that's what it is." You flooded the newspaper again.

The head editor shook his head. "We can't do this, we can't publish things like this."

"Why not? This is public reporting?"

"Not when I have calls from the rotary dial, telling me to take down sections." Eric sighed.

You raised your eyebrow. "It's freedom of the press."

"This can lead to us getting sued." Eric crossed his fingers on the table. "Look, we just can't put one of the big three families in here like this."

You sighed as you tilted your head. "The New York Dramatic has always prided itself on being a newspaper that tells the truth."

"We can't afford to lose anything." Eric countered. "They will come after us."

You sat there as you thought over his words. At the same time, you were proud of your reporter for getting what they needed. You thought long-term, how would this affect the New York Dramatic? It wasn't like the big newspapers, so having one of the families on your ass could cause trouble. Their representation was called into question. Especially the Jackson Family, everybody in the city seemed to adore them, which confused you to no end.

"I'll tell them that we're going to have to reprint."

"Great, I'm going to have to pull the rest off the stands until the new one is printed." Eric clapped his hands once. "I actually want you to do this, no dilly-dallying."

"Will do." You got up from the chair. You moved back to your desk once you made it out of his room.

You grabbed the sheets from your desk and made your way to the young reporter's desk. You placed the sheets on his desk. "We're going to have to take your section out."

The young reporter looked up at you with wide eyes. You almost envy him; you remember being in his shoes and seeing the world so positively as you reported news that you spent hours on. The news of your child, you cherish. But having conversations like the ones with Eric has completely changed you.

It seems like the news didn't want the real truth. Just filler, just something someone could look at and go with their daily routine. Not something to actually stop them in their tracks and think. This new world has changed you so much that you feel like a hollow shell of yourself. So you envy his youth, his bright future. As you sit at the opposite end of the spectrum of bitterness.

"Why are you taking it down?" He looked at his sheets rather than at you.

"It's either takedown or the Jackson Family breathing down our necks." You crossed your arms. "Eric doesn't want that."

He slowly nodded his head. "Doesn't it prove this to be true?"

"Yes, but we have to abide by their rules, unfortunately."

"Okay."

You smiled slightly at him before you went back to your desk, saying, 'We'll get them next time.' You finished the rest of your workday before you decided to go home. You rode the train back to your apartment on the city side of Brooklyn.

You walked up the stairs to your door, kicking off your heels. Walking to the radio system, you decided to buy one since they were the craze. You listened to the music as you changed out of your clothes. You walked through your living space, deciding what to cook on the stove as you tapped your foot.

You really milled over your day as you cooked. You can't shake the fact that you felt off the whole day. You felt like you were being watched, especially by someone who had power. It was like that kind of power that made the back of your neck hairs stand. You couldn't shake it. Especially on the train ride home, it just felt like someone was staring holes at you. You chalked it up to you not getting enough sleep the previous night. But it was an odd feeling that followed you until you closed the door of your apartment.

Maybe the odd feeling will disappear tomorrow, you thought to yourself as you went through your nightly routine. You got the shower as you wrapped yourself in the coziest pajamas. It was starting to get cold in New York City, and the nights were growing longer while the days were growing shorter.

That is when most crime happened as the night stretched on. Someone getting mugged, someone getting stabbed in the alley. There were several reasons for the crime uptick. But there have been murders involving something in particular. You have been looking into it as your department was in charge of crime. Reporting it to the public.

There have been murders involving people being killed, but always having two puncture wounds on the neck. It was a strange phenomenon that had been happening for months, and your team seems to run into a wall when reporting it. You want to find out more, but the editing department, especially the head editor, has always been telling you to report something more worthwhile.

You sighed as you pulled the covers in your bed higher over your body. Deciding to shut off your wandering thoughts for the night. Tomorrow will be better, and you make that happen.

You actually woke up feeling more refreshed than you did last night. You have breakfast, something to hold you. Until your lunch break with your co-workers at a cafe. You dressed yourself in an opal green, feeling a brighter color than your usual. You rode the train in a happier mood, not even bothered by the overcrowding.

You walked into the office, but you falter in your steps a little bit as people seem more tense. Nobody made eye contact with the other. You furrowed your eyebrow in question. There were hushed whispers that made the office seem much quieter than its usual loud, bustling nature and typewriter noise.

You looked at your desk and finally saw the source of tension. You saw a man sitting in your chair with his feet on the desk. His whole demeanor screamed wealth—a sense of unrushed slowness that only the wealthiest of people could afford in this rapid-paced city. You tried to get a closer look at his face. But a hat covered most of it, as it was tipped low.

You made slow movements to your desk. Making your presence known when you tapped the desk with a knuckle. The man slipped the hat back to his head with a smirk. You immediately recognized the face; how could you not? It was one of the Jacksons' sons, in particular, it was Michael Jackson.

"What do I own the pleasure of you sitting at my desk for, Mr. Jackson?" You tilted your head.

Michael leaned back in your chair as he took his shoes off your desk. "I heard you were the head of this department."

"Temporarily. My boss is on leave." You sat on the edge of your desk.

"Right." Michael looked you up and down. "I saw what you printed about my family for yesterday's date."

"It's already been handled. We will take it out of the publication." You affirmed to him.

"I know, I just wanted to let you know, anything you want to publish about my family." Michael sat up straighter in your chair. "Think twice before you print it."

You were startled by the change in his face; he had an easygoing attitude until now. You stared at his serious expression.

You raised an eyebrow. "Is that a threat?"

"No, I would never threaten a lady." Michael stood up. "I just don't want there to be any confusion from now on."

"It still feels threatening."

Michael looked you in the eyes, ignoring your words. "I wouldn't won't want anything to happen to this office." He hummed. "To say it were to lose money and shut down."

Michael leaned down to your ear. "We have the power to do just that. So keep my family out of your headlines, period."

He leaned back with a smile. "What a great conversation we had."

You nodded your head, mutely. "Great."

"Hopefully it's the last one we have." Michael took the coat that was on the back of your chair.

He walked past you, giving you one last smile before he made his way to the elevator. The tension in the office broke as soon as the elevators closed. Everyone snapped their heads to your area. You slowly sat down in your chair, contemplating what had just happened. You can still smell the remnants of the expensive cologne he wore.

Your good mood was ruined as you sat there in thought. He just came in here, made a thinly veiled threat, and just left? You had a feeling in the back of your mind that this wouldn't be the last time that you would see him. You tried to piece yourself back together when you shuffled sheets around on your desk. You tried not to let his words affect you.

You sallowed a startle noise when someone came to your desk. "What was that about?"

You looked up to see one of your work friends, with whom you had lunch and other occasions. Her name was Rosie. She made a name for herself in the office as someone level-headed but also put her foot down when needed.

You sighed. "About a section we printed."

"Really?"

"Something his family was involved in." You tilted your head. "He didn't like it."

"Did Eric already tell you?" Rosie asked.

"Yes, we're already taking it out." You put your arms on your desk. "I think he wanted to make a point by coming here."

Rosie lightly chuckled. "I know you can't wait for Mr. Sedgwick to get back."

"I'm counting the days."

"Well, I came over here cause me and the girls want to try this new place for lunch today," Rosie said. "Are you okay with that?"

"Yes, I'm fine, I actually want to get out of this office." You laughed lightly.

"You know the usual, meet me by the elevators at noon." Rosie tapped your desk lightly before leaving.

You went through your usual routine, at least trying to, but that interaction couldn't leave your mind. You decided to stop your work and walk around the top floor of the office. You walked along the walls until you found the small balcony. You went outside and sat in one of the chairs. You were enjoying yourself until Eric came outside.

"I knew I would find you here." Eric sat in the chair beside you.

"Yes." You gave him a sideways glance. "Did you do that?"

"What do you mean?" Eric stared at you.

"Did you tell Michael Jackson who I was?" You finally referred to early interaction.

"Yes."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why?"

"He wanted to know who it was, and I said you."

"Well, I don't know if he made a threat towards me or a warning, but you should've warned me." You tried to argue.

Why? It was better for you than for me."

You raised one eyebrow. "Think of it as a learning curve." That was all he said before he left you alone on the balcony.

What was that? To pull some tricks on you. To humble you? You have never been egotistical about your work. You stated facts and reported facts. There was nothing to be confused about it. But still, at the end of the day, the world runs on men and their egos. And don't you dare bruise one in the process.

You sighed through your nose as you stood up again. You opened the balcony door and looked at the analog clock. It was noon. Your eyes widened as you quickened your pace. You saw Rosie by the elevators.

"I was wondering where you were." Rosie chuckled at you.

"I'm sorry." You grabbed your coat and hat.

"It's fine." Rosie wrapped her arm around yours when you joined her.

"Ready?" Rosie looked over at you, and you nodded your head.

These lunches started three years ago. It actually falls around the time you were first hired. Rosie had approached you first, making small talk that eventually led to deeper ones. She eventually became a friend. Then she introduced you to these luncheons she has with other women from other news offices. And sort became a little tradition for you.

"Our lovely lady had an interesting interaction today." Rosie perked up to the small group sitting at a round table.

"Oh no." You shook your head.

"Who was it?"

"None other than Michael Jackson," Rosie replied.

"Michael Jackson? The infamous Jackson Family?"

"That is a dandy man."

"Yes, he is. Have you seen his eyes?"

"I don't know how this family has everyone in such a nifty." You explained.

"Well, the Jackson Brothers, the oh so dapper brothers, are getting married left and right."

"It's only two unmarried. One of them is the oh so ever eligible bachelor, Michael."

"Well, he's a little high on his horse, I'll tell you that." You shook your head.

"But was he as handsome as the pulps say?"

You have to be honest with yourself. "Yes, he was."

You shook your head as the table delved into deeper conversations about the Jackson Family. You sighed as you scraped your fork against the plate absent-mindedly. You felt no need to drop any input if they were going to rave on about Michael. You came back to reality once a gentle hand touched your shoulder.

"What you talk about shall appear," Rosie said.

You questioned her words until you looked up and saw the Jackson brothers being seated nearby. You shouldn't question it, as this restaurant was more on the rich side of town. But why today, out of all days?

You caught Michael's stare. He looks at you straight in the eyes for a moment before the slow smirk appears on his face again. You almost scraped your fork too loudly when he raised his hand in a wave. You averted your gaze back to your table.

"Did he just wave at you?"

"No, you're imagining things." Trying to smooth the convo to another topic.

You saw Michael rise from his chair. You hope he was going somewhere other than this table. You silently cursed when he didn't do any of that and walked to your table.

"Ladies." The table burst into giggles at his greeting.

"Twice in a day?" Michael said. "It must be fate."

"Fate." You said. "That's what you call it?"

"Yes." Michael looked at your outfit. "I like the green, it suits you."

You raised your eyebrow. "Thank you?"

Michael nodded his head. "Bye, ladies." The table waved as he walked off.

"He must like you, fancy you in some way."

"I barely know him." You said

"Maybe you can get to know him." Rosie patted your arm.

You sighed for the third time, it seems, at lunch. You will not get to know Michael, because that will be the last time you see him. You thought that to yourself.

You worked late into the night at the office. You tend not to if you can help it. But one of the reporters came to you with some information you had to review. You looked at him when he mentioned the Jackson family. You mentioned to him that we are already on thin ice with them. But he said that it would be worth looking into.

You looked over the messy notes of the interviews he was able to get. Some gossip talks about the rich class, mundane talk. But you read more slowly when someone mentions those crimes with the puncture wounds. They talked about how certain families of the class moved in, and more bodies appeared.

Now you can chalk this up to just rumors. But something about it was off. Your reporter thought the same, and he provided evidence in his case file. It was a crazy rabbit hole about mob rivalry about territories, bodies disappearing, and pay-offs. This was exactly what you needed. And this wasn't something the other pulps were publishing. Your office could be the first one. You typed what you wanted to be said on a sheet.

You stood up abruptly as you made your way to the editing office. Eric was luckily already gone. But one of his assistants was still there. You knocked on the door before sticking your head in.

"Steven, I need a favor." Was it wrong to use the crush, you know, this man has on you? Yes, but you needed this published in the morning newspaper.

"Yes? What do you need?" Steven turned around in the chair as you stepped further into the room.

You put the paper on his table. "I want this published tomorrow."

Steven read over the words. "We're already in trouble with the Jackson family. We don't want more families mad at us."

"Steven, this is prime corruption at its finest." You said.

Steven looked at you before sighing, looking at the paper. "I'll put in, you better hope Eric doesn't have my ass for this."

"Thank you so much, Steven." You clasped your hands together. "Have a good night."

"Goodnight," Steven said before you closed the door again.

It was a little off the rocker to be stirring the pot like this again, especially after your first warning. But their family isn't even the main target. It's more than just them, they're just a mention cause of what it entails. You went back to your desk, picking up your items.

News is news. And it has every right to be reported on, even if it involves the most powerful families. That is why corruption runs so rampant in this city cause everyone is afraid to open their mouths. But you will continue to open yours.

But maybe that's what bites you in the end.

You strolled into the office, stopping once you heard dead silence. Everyone was afraid to talk. You looked over at your desk for a moment before Eric's office door opened. "We need to talk now."

You set down your coat and items before you made your way into his office. You froze when not only was Michael sitting there, but also. But his brothers were there. You stood to the side as you clasped your hands in front of you.

"What you published was unsavory in my family's image," Michael spoke in the quiet room.

"To accuse us of murder is lowly," Marlon said.

"I only publish what was said." You spoke.

"No, what you published was baseless lies," Jermaine said.

Eric looked at you dead in the eyes. "I told you yesterday about this. I do not like that you went behind my back."

"Everyone is so scared of stepping on their toes." You made a pointed gesture. "Maybe the corruption aspect is right.

"Watch it, girl," Michael said sharply.

"You will not silence me." You looked at him.

"That conversation we had yesterday, I want you to remember it," Michael spoke in a low voice.

"So we're just letting people threaten others in the open." You spoke to Eric, who stayed silent.

"That was not a threat. You will know when I have made a threat." Michael borrowed his eyes at you.

You opened your mouth in shock. "What?"

"We will take the publication down this instant," Eric said to smooth the room.

"I actually hope that's true this time; the other publication was up for too long," Jackie said as he stood against the wall.

"I truly hope for your office that you stop mentioning us," Michael said. "Or we will be suing."

"And I'll make sure you will never work in this industry again." Michael turned his head to say to you.

The strain in the small office simmered until a small smile overtook Michael's face. "To dispel all these rumors, my family is having a banquet. I want to extend my invitation to you."

Eric beamed at his words. "We will get some reporters on that, sir."

"No, I want her to come." Michael pointed to you. "It's tomorrow at seven."

"Make sure to wear something nice." Michael looked at you again.

He stood up with the rest of his brothers as they left the room, leaving you and Eric alone.

"Make sure you don't mess this up," Eric said to you. "It's already enough that we're in this."

You nodded your head as you turned to walk back to your desk. What the hell was that? Now you have to go to this rich banquet. And why did he choose you? You think he wouldn't want anything to do with you after what happened.

You sit down at your desk, and now you have to figure out what you're going to wear tomorrow. You didn't even think about anything else for a day. Eric barred you from reviewing your reporters, having them report to him, and left you to handle mundane tasks.

You finally looked at the clock and saw that it was almost time to go. You packed up everything you needed. You decided to do some shopping once you got back to your apartment. Your closet didn't have anything that you wanted to wear.

You looked through the small boutiques around the city, trying to find something decent to wear. You look through fashionable trends for women's wear, trying your best to decide. You don't even know why you are trying too hard. You're probably going to blend into the background of a rich party anyway. You decided on this navy low-waist dress.

You mulled over your day as you walked up the stairs to your apartment. Eric asked not to come into the office, to focus on this party and prepare. Prepare for what? Who knows. You were a little happy to have some free time to yourself tomorrow. You hope whatever tomorrow brings will be good.

You sat in the back of the cab as it rode out of New York City. The Jacksons lived where other influential people lived—in Long Island, often known as the Gold Coast. The bustling city soon gave way to sprawling forests, dotted with large tracts of land and mansions.

The cab slowed down to one mansion in particular that had a long driveway to the biggest fountain you have ever seen. The manor was huge, surrounded by greenery and flowers. A grand staircase that leads to an even grander entryway. You hopped out of the car and thanked the driver with a tip.

As you walked up the driveway. You saw some people standing outside, talking and smoking cigarettes. You didn't even have time to look at anything else before a voice spoke from the open entryway.

"I'm glad you could make it." You looked to see Michael leaning against the doorframe.

How does he manage to pop up anywhere on you? "Yes." You walked up the staircase. "This is a lovely home." You tried to be polite.

"Thank you." Michael smiled. "Family heirloom."

Michael looked down at your outfit. "I must say I like your dress, the color is nice." You resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow when he bit his lips.

"Come inside." Michael reached a hand out. "I'll show you around, introduce some people to you."

You took his hand. And Michael took your arm and wrapped it around his. "You don't have to do that."

"But I want to."

You let Michael lead you through the large mansion. People greeted Michael in passing as they gave you curious glances. "I want to talk to some business partners of ours. Vanderbilt and Chamberlain."

You shook hands with the two men, smiling. "I must tell you, you are a beautiful woman."

You smiled a little brighter. "Thank you."

"And smell divine too."

You took a little pause at the wording. What does that mean? "I'm sorry?"

Michael looked to the two men that you couldn't see, causing both of them to avert their gaze. "They didn't mean anything by it."

Michael swiftly turned you away before you questioned anything else. Now that you look around, you notice that people stare at you a little too intently. Causing your skin to shiver, it's like they want a piece of you.

Michael noticed you shiver. "Are you cold?"

"No, I'm fine."

Michael looked at you before he guided you to the backyard. It was expansive, like it would never end. You noticed the tables in the lawn, as it would seem the dinner would be out here. Michael led you down the staircase to a bushy hedge that led to a beautiful garden. He let go of your hand to sit down on one of the stone benches.

"Come sit with me." Michael patted the space next to him.

You sat down on the bench, putting a little space between you. "Why did you bring me out here?"

"You looked a little uncomfortable," Michael said. "I come here to the gardens to get away."

There was a moment of silence between you two, not uncomfortable but a silent solitude. "What was the real reason you invited me here?"

Michael looked from the flowers he was studying to your face. "You intrigued me."

"How did I do that? We barely interacted." You tilted your head.

"It's just something about you that I like." Michael looked at your lips for a split second. "I want to figure that out."

You stared at him as he confessed. "You confuse me."

"I confuse you? How?" Michael said.

"I don't know if you hate me. And then you confessed that you're interested in me?" You shook your head.

"People tell me I'm very indecisive."

"Indeed, you are."

"Just spend this one night with me," Michael said to you. "You won't regret it."

"Is this some elaborate ploy to get me on your payroll? You asked. "So, I stop writing about you in the papers?"

"No." Michael laughed. "Nothing like that."

"Fine, I'll agree to this."

"Thank you, doll." Michael grabbed one of your hands and brought it to his lips for a kiss.

"Dinner is going to start soon. I want you to sit with my family and me," Michael told you.

"Your brothers seem pretty hostile towards me, will they like that?"

"They have to deal with it."

Michael grabbed your hand and led you out of the gardens. Once back on the lawn of the property. You saw that people were starting to sit at the tables. Michael walked you towards the longer, bigger table that was out towards the staircase. You saw his family gathering around. You also saw the way some of his brother's facial expressions changed at the sight of you.

Michael pulled out a seat for you to sit, and you quietly thanked him. He sat next to you, putting his arm behind your chair. You heard a quiet laugh in the vicinity of you.

"You know, Michael, I've never seen you bring a woman around the family." His brother Randy.

"Especially a combative one," Marlon said.

"She is a pretty dame with an attitude, though," Jermaine said, which made his wife side-eye him.

"I need all of you to shut the hell up," Michael said in a quick voice.

You heard a stern call of his name, which you can assume came from his mother.

"Knock it off, I think she's beautiful, Michael." The woman next to you said. "Hi, my name is Janet."

"Hello." You smiled politely.

"I like your hair." The woman across the table said, "My name is Latoya."

"Where do you get it done?" Another woman introduced herself as Rebbie.

You started an easy conversation with Michael's sisters that made you more comfortable at the table. You only tuned back in to listen to Michael bicker with his brothers.

You noticed that servers keep filling the family's glasses with wine? It looks too dark to be wine, and the consistency looks different. You saw Michael pick up the glass and bring it to his lips. You could have sworn you saw his eyes flash to gold. You blinked, as if your mind had misread that.

"What is that?" You pointed towards the glass.

"Oh, this?" Michael hummed. "Something special."

"Special?"

"Special," Michael repeated back.

"I think I'm going to go to the bathroom." You stood up.

"It's on the first floor, the door on the right," Michael said to you.

You nodded your head as you made your way back up the staircase. You followed Michael's directions. You locked the door behind you as you made quick movements of your dress, doing what you had to do before washing your hands. You checked yourself in the mirror before opening the door again.

You were startled as you stopped by a man. He stared at you for a long time before speaking. "What is a pretty darling like you here by yourself?"

"I'm not." You tried to push past him. "Excuse me."

"Hold on." The man grabbed your arm. "I want to talk."

You looked at him like he was crazy. "Please let go of my arm."

"Tell me your name."

"No." You tried to snatch your arm out of his hand again.

"Honey, what is-." Michael stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at you, then at the man holding your arm.

"Let go of her." Michael's voice dropped.

"We're just having a conversation, right?" The man looked at you.

"I would never converse with you." You spat back.

"You bitch."

You didn't even have time to react when Michael pushed the man to the wall.

"The fuck did you say?" Michael pushed the man's head further into the wall.

You wondered how Michael had moved so quickly from the back door to the hallway. It was like the blink of an eye.

Michael didn't even allow the man to speak. "I want you off my property, you heard me?"

He let go of the man, and he scrambled down the hallway, leaving you and Michael alone. Michael turned around to you. He shut his eyes and opened them back up.

"Michael, your eyes." You gasped.

You heard Michael curse under his breath as he turned back around. "Michael?"

He turned back around. "It was nothing, let's go."

"No." You stood your ground. "Tell me what that was."

"I can't do this right now." Michael sighed.

"I'm not moving until you tell me what that was."

Michael sighed and then gently grabbed your head. He walked further down the hallway until he reached a spiral staircase. He led you to a door you assumed to be his bedroom. He opened the door and walked you to sit down on his bed.

"I'm going to tell you something that you might not believe, but it's true."

"What is it?" You inquired.

"I want you to promise me to explain."

You sighed. "I will hear all the way through Michael."

"I'm a vampire."

You blinked. "What?"

"My family is all vampires."

"Hold on, but how?"

"My family lineage has not been human for a while. It started when my great-grandmother cast a spell for us to be immortal."

"How is that even possible?" You raised an eyebrow.

"It's a long story to explain, maybe another day."

"I'm going to show you something." Michael sat down next to you on the bed. "Don't be scared."

You saw his eyes go from that deep brown to gold. He blinked once; his eyes were a dark red. Michael opened his mouth, and you saw his fangs and incisors get longer and sharper. Your eyes widen at the transformation. You couldn't believe what you were seeing.

"I must be dreaming." You said.

"You're not." Michael sighed. "I wanted a little time before I told you."

"So you were going to lie to me until you were ready?"

"I have to abide by my family rules. We can't just tell anybody what we truly are."

"We're not even together, and it's already rocky." Your laugh was humorless.

"I'm saying all this because I want to be with you."

"Michael, I don't know how to process this." You looked off to the side, then you remembered something.

"These murders, the police reports of victims having puncture wounds on their necks." You looked at him.

"Was that all of your doing?"

"No." Michael shook his head. "There are more vampires in this city than my family."

"We might be one of the powerful families in the city, but that doesn't mean other vampires try."

"So you're telling me there is more of you?"

"Darling, there is a whole world that you don't know of."

"That doesn't reassure me." You thought over your words. "So, you're a part of a vampire mob crime family?"

"When you put it like that? It sounds absurd, but yes." Michael nodded his head.

You sighed as you thought over what had happened. "If you were to tell me at the beginning of the week that it would end like this?" You shook your head. "I would call you crazy."

"I know this is a lot to process." Michael cupped his hand under your chin. "I was serious about being with you."

"Your attitude, the way you carry yourself, is attractive."

You dipped your head. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," Michael whispered to you.

Michael brought your head closer to his. He placed his lips softly to yours, minding his fangs. You returned the kiss softly.

You pulled back. "I want to let you know that I don't do this often."

Michael nodded his head with a smile before he pulled you back to kiss you. You felt his fangs start to disappear against your lips. You pulled back slightly to see that his eyes were back to gold and glowing in the setting sun.

"You look beautiful." You whispered.

"Thank you, doll." Michael dipped down to leave kisses on your neck.

You tilted your head back to give him more access. He sucked lightly on your neck, careful not to leave hickies. You sighed as you relaxed under his touch.

"I find you so irresistible, you smell so fucking good," Michael whispered to you.

He kissed down your chest. "I would spend the rest of my immortal life worshiping this body." He sucked your chest harder.

"Michael." You whispered.

"Keep saying my name like that." He put his hand behind your back. He fiddled with the zipper of your dress, pulling it down. He took off the brassiere that you were wearing.

"I'm going to take care of you." Michael latched his lips to your nipple, sucking lightly.

You arched back into him for more suction. You breathe out a quiet moan when he reaches his other hand up to rub your other nipple. You closed your eyes, enjoying his ministrations. That was until he pulled your dress further down your body. "Babydoll, I want you to step out of this dress before I tear it. I like it on you."

You stood quickly, stepping out of the dress, letting it fall to the ground. Michael pulled you back down. You kissed him first, diving your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues danced with each other. You felt his long fingers drag down your body until they landed on your underwear. His fingers skimmed lightly across the hem, teasing you. His fingers went further down and rubbed light circles through your underwear.

"I feel you getting wet." He chuckled in your ear.

Michael's fingers went inside your underwear, gazing at your folds. Two of his fingers open your folds a little wider. "Michael, don't stop."

"I wasn't going to, you feel good." Michael tested you by inching one finger inside of you.

Yoh threw you head back as he slowly moved his finger in and out. "Keep breathing for me." Michael slipped another finger inside of you. His ring and middle finger moved inside you.

Your breaths grew into small moans that filled the space. Michael chased your gaze. "Keep your eyes open and on me." Michael used his other hand to force you to make eye contact.

You're loudly moaning now as you look at Michael's eyes. Michael copied your facial expressions as he encouraged you. When you started to move your hips. Michael moaned as he bit his lip, looking at the sight. "Keep moving your hips like that."

Michael moved his fingers faster now, trying to chase you to your orgasm. "Come on, you can do it." Michael moved his fingers faster, and you gripped his wrist for balance as the simulation started to overwhelm you.

"I'm going to cum." You pitched off in the end.

"I can feel it, baby, come on, do it for me." Michael smiled as you let out the most erotic moans.

"Michael!" You screamed as you let your orgasm come over you. You felt your pussy gush over Michael's hand.

"Good, doll." Michael kissed you. "Good." He rode you through your orgasm.

You let your body weight shift more towards him as you catch your breath. He kept eye contact as he sucked his fingers slowly. You looked at the erotic sight as he made a show of licking his fingers.

"It's not fair that you are fully clothed while I'm naked." You said to Michael.

Michael took his fingers out of his mouth. "Undress me then."

Michael shifted so that you were in his lap. You took his jacket off his shoulders. Throwing it somewhere in the room. The dress shirt was the next thing to come off. It revealed dark brown skin to you. Michael tilted his head as he looked at you.

You started to grind your bare pussy over his cloth crotch. Michael's hands flew to your hips. "Baby, be careful, don't start something you can't finish."

You smirked as you ground harder onto him. Michael threw his head back as he let out a groan. You felt him get harder under you. "Take off the pants for me," Michael said to you, breathless.

You shifted off of him to undo his dress pants, leaving him in his underwear. "Take those off, too."

You slide the underwear down his legs, slipping them off too. You saw his dick sprang against his stomach. You licked your lips at how big it was. "You like it?" Michael asked.

"I really like it." You moved back into his lap. Kissing him on the lips deeply.

Michael shifted the two of you further back on his bed. He repositioned so that you were underneath him. Michael slid himself between your legs. Your legs are opening wider to him. Michael looked down at your pussy that was spread open for him. "You are so beautiful."

Michael kissed you again before he wrapped his hand around his dick, pumping it a few times. He lined himself up to your entrance. "I'm going slow, stop me if anything happens."

You nodded as you felt his head go inside of you. You arched your back at the intrusion. "Are you alright?" Michael stopped to ask you.

You patted his arm. "I'm okay, keep going."

You held your breath as he made shallow thrusts inside of you, before pulling out and going back in. Michael drove himself deeper inside you until his hips met yours. "You feel so good." Michael let out a long breath.

"Michael, you can move now."

You felt stars appear in your vision when Michael started to fuck you. His thrusts start soft and slow to set a pace for the two of you. "I don't know if I ever want to leave." Michael fuxked you a little faster.

"Michael!" You moaned out.

"Yes? That's who is making you feel good?" Michael moved faster, a steady slapping noise echoing in the room.

"Yes, you, Michael."

Your words were all he needed as he focused purely on getting you to cum again. The bed began to shift as Michael increased the power in his thrusts. He took one of your legs to wrap around his waist as he leaned down to angle his movement.

You felt like you were on cloud nine with the way he was fucking you. All you could think of was Michael. At one point, you wondered if vampires had some aphrodisiac that emanated from them.

"Fuck, you're overloading my senses." Michael shook his head.

You moaned out as Michael shifted the angle of his hips again, fucking you faster than you could imagine. Michael leaned back a little. He put one hand on his headboard, making it bang against the wall. The harder he thrust into you, the bigger the dent in his wall became from the force.

"Are you about to cum, baby?" Michael asked. "I feel tighting on me."

You nodded your head as you couldn't form any words. You only opened your mouth to let out moans.

Michael groaned as he tilted his head. He looked back at you with red eyes this time. "Can I bite you?"

You hummed as he asked the question. You looked into his eyes and saw a tense red. "Yes." You breathe out.

Michael bent down over you. He moved faster inside of you as he was trying to chase his orgasm as well. You felt his fangs brush against your skin. He licked a spot on your neck before you felt his teeth sink in. That's all it took for your orgasm to crash over you. You moved a little bit under him from the slight pain and overstimulation as he was still fucking you like no tomorrow.

Michael moaned against your neck as he drank your blood. He sucked harder when he couldn’t seem to let you go. Your blood tasted divine. You felt yourself get a little lightheaded before he pulled back with a loud moan. The next second was him coming inside you, his hips pausing a little bit. You whimper slightly at the sensation. Michael licked the puncture wounds he caused. His saliva was starting to erase the mark.

Michael kissed your head, then pressed his forehead to yours. "You did a good job for me." Michael smiled.

You should be scared of him. He looks like a predator right now, with blood-red eyes. Long fangs with your blood around his mouth. But all you could see was his ethereal beauty.

You kissed him sweetly on the lips. "You did a good job, too."

"I hope you know that you're stuck with me now." Michael put his head on your neck.

"That's completely fine." You laughed.

The silence was perfect until there was a loud banging on Michael's door. Michael groaned as the knocking became more insistent. You heard hushed voices of his brothers on the other side.

"Mother told me to come get you, Michael!"

"I hope you ain't fucking in there."

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CHAPTER SIX

Michael Jackson x Black! Fem Reader

Word Count: 3,239

Author Notes: I originally planned to upload this on Friday, but after rereading it, I didn't like it at all. While I was writing this chapter, I was also doing chapter seven and the vampire one-shot. So y'all might get a double upload today, I don't know which one yet.

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SEPTEMBER 6TH 1987

You sat in a trailer looking over paperwork as you watched the twins play. It was a Monday, and Michael filmed parts of the Moonwalker film that he was going to release. The twins have been out of school for a couple of days. You did it mostly to calm Michael's mind, but yours, too, after that interview.

"Marcus, stop it," Cameron yelled.

"You keep doing it to me!" Marcus yelled back.

You looked up from the paper you were looking at. "Boys, we need to calm down."

"But Mommy, he started it." Cameron wined while Marcus glared at him.

"No, I did not," Marcus said.

"Boys," you yelled, regretting it instantly as their faces dropped and they slumped back in their seats.

"I'm sorry." You quickly responded. "I'm sorry for raising my voice."

"It's okay, Mommy," Marcus said as Cameron nodded his head.

There was a silence that resounded in the trailer until Marcus asked a question. "When will we go back to school?"

You sighed as this wasn't the convo you wanted to have cause truthfully, you don't know. Honestly, Michael's paranoia has rubbed off on you. He had a conversation about how scared he would be of anybody snapping photos of the twins. You don't want to isolate the twins, especially when they come home and tell you about their day, how excited they are. You don't want to ruin that by telling them they won't go back. You also don't know how to bring that up to Michael without tension. He is so dead set that it's hard to persuade him.

"I don't know, but soon, sweetie." You smiled slightly at Marcus.

"Okay, Mommy," Marcus said as he turned back around when Cameron tugged on his shirt.

You looked down at your paperwork before the trailer door opened, and Michael walked in.

"Daddy!" Both twins yelled as Michael crouched down.

"Hey, munchkins." Michael brought their heads in as he kissed the top of them.

You smiled before looking back down, but shrieked when Michael sat in the booth with you. "You are too big to be doing this." You huffed.

"What? No, I’m not.” Michael pushed further in.

"Michael!" You tried to shrug him off, but he grabbed your arms.

"Just let me love you!" Michael leaned in as he placed kisses on your face.

You rolled your eyes before you leaned into his affection.

"Daddy is trying to eat Mommy," Marcus yelled.

"I'll save you, Mommy." Cameron proudly stated.

"Yeah? Come save her then." Michael pulled you closer to him.

Cameron ran while Marcus followed behind him. You let out a breath when both of them jumped on Michael, causing you to move further in the booth.

Michael let out a loud cackle as the twins climbed on top of him. "Okay, okay, you got me."

"You tried to save me? I feel my bones aching." You moaned out.

"I'm sorry, baby," Michael said, cooing. "How about we make her feel better?" Michael asked the twins.

You felt three bodies on top of you, kissing you. You laughed. "I feel loved." You smiled.

"That's great, mission accomplished," Michael whispers in your ear before pulling back.

"Munchkins, your mom and I have to talk." Michael looked at the twins. "Bill is standing outside. How about you go to him?"

"Okay, Daddy." The twins moved off of Michael. And ran to the front door before opening it. You heard Bill say, 'If it isn't my favorite troublemakers,' before the door closed.

Michael smiled at the door before his facial expression turned serious. "You know what we have to talk about." He turned to you.

"Yes." You nodded your head as you crossed your fingers together.

"I know you don't want to make this decision, but I think it's best if we homeschool them," Michael said slowly.

"I understand." You tilted your head. "But Michael, they love it so much."

"You see the way they light up when talking to us about their day." You tried to make a point.

"I'm worrying about our safety, baby." Michael grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze. "I'm going on tour in 2 weeks, I don't want to worry about you three."

"I want you all to be safe." Michael, look into your eyes.

"I understand that, but seriously, we can't live our lives in fear, are we really living then?" You pleaded.

"I understand your hesitation, I do. You have the right to have that caution." You saw Michael sigh as he looked away.

"But we have to give our children a chance to live their lives." You softly reiterated. "We only want the best for them."

"I just don't know." Michael got up, and he paced back and forth. "I've had Frank scrub photos that any news outlets have of the twins."

"You know how crazy it is to do that?" Michael sighed. "Even other celebrities have more privacy than I do."

"Everybody wants a look in." Michael stood in front of you. "I don't know how much longer I can deal with it."

"Michael, sit down." You patted the bench.

"It's lonely sometimes to have this much acclaim." Michael sat down.

You remember Michael telling you how lonely he sometimes felt. Even being surrounded by people, nothing could fill the hollowness he felt. He felt it as a child, felt it more as an adult.

"If I didn't have you or the children, I don't know how much worse off I would be." Michael crowded your space again, but more gently.

"You three fill the loneliness I feel even on the worst days." Michael put his arm between the bench wall to wrap it around your waist.

"So I have to protect what I have with everything I've got." Michael put his forehead to yours. "I can't lose you."

"You won't lose us, Michael, I'll make sure of it." You put your hand on his chest, lifting your head to kiss his lips.

You looked him in the eyes to give your final words. "Just give it to summer, let them go through kindergarten."

Michael stared at you, contemplating your words. "If anything happens while you're away on tour, I'll pull them out." You said, hoping that would calm him a little bit.

"Okay, they can go back tomorrow." Michael tightened the arm around you. "They have to call me, though, when on tour."

"We were going to call you anyway." You laughed slightly.

"I hope so, or I'm hoping on the first plane back here," Michael said.

You let the silence take over the space. You listened to Michael's breaths. You could slightly hear the children's laughter from outside.

"Let's talk about this outfit." You pulled back to look down at the leather outfit.

"What?" Michael looked down. "You like?"

"I more than like it." You played with one of the jacket's zippers.

"It's tight though, I feel so constricted in it." Michael made motions with his hand.

"Well, I must say you look fine as hell." You bit your lip.

Michael stared at you before pushing your head lightly. "Get away from me, horndog."

"What?" You said innocently.

"You were giving me those eyes. I know what you want." Michael crossed his arms.

"Did it work?"

"No, baby, it didn't."

"Damn."

Michael laughed and leaned in to kiss you. You smiled against his lips and then took the kiss deeper. He allowed your tongue to slip into his mouth. His hands moved to your hips, to ground you to the seat. He trailed kisses from your mouth to your neck, giving it a light suck.

"Michael." You breathe out.

"Yes," Michael said against your throat.

The door opened, breaking the atmosphere.

"Mommy, I want some cookies," Marcus said, followed by Cameron.

You laughed as Michael's expression changed as he heard the little voice. He pulled away from you.

"Okay, honey." You moved Michael off the bench so you could reach for your purse. You pulled out the cookies.

"Come here." You beckon the twins closer.

You handed a cookie to each twin. "I only have so many, so you have to share."

You then handed the bag to them. That was a mistake, as you saw Marcus hog the bag while Cameron reached for it.

Michael reached down and grabbed the bag from Marcus. "Marcus, we have to share."

Marcus looked up at Micahel. "But, daddy."

"No, don't do that," Michael said, giving Cameron a cookie, then another.

"Thank you, daddy." Cameron smiled.

"That's not fair!" Marcus crossed his arms.

You couldn't help but laugh as Marcus always seemed to test Michael's patience to a certain limit.

"Marcus." Michael put on a knowing tone. "What did I say about that?"

“Bu-“

“No, Marcus.”

SEPTEMBER 9TH 1987

You walked down the long hallway. You dropped your things and purse on the bed. Yawning and stretching after your long day at work. And stood there for a minute before you went back out in the hallway. You stopped when you heard voices in the twins' bedroom.

"No, Daddy, you have to do it like this."

"Yeah? Like that."

You poked your head into the scene of the twins playing with Michael.

"Dr. McStuffins is dying, whatever shall we do?" Michael told the twins.

"We have to keep Dr. McStuffins alive!" Marcus said.

"We do, how do you plan to save him? He has a family!" Cameron said to Marcus.

"With love!" Marcus yelled excitedly. "We'll save him with love!"

"That's a good treatment to use." Michael nodded his head.

You opened the door fully, letting yourself be known. "Hi, Mommy." Cameron quickly waved, going back to the scene in front of him.

You sat down next to Cameron. "What do we have here?"

"We're saving Dr. McStuffins!" Cameron said.

"It's important work." Michael nodded his head.

"I see." You hummed. "I'll let the two professionals see to it then."

You saw in the corner of your eye that Michael was looking at you. You tilted your head as he made a motion with his finger. You saw Michael pick up Cameron with a wiggling motion that made him laugh. Michael placed him next to Marcus. Michael scooted over to you, his arm brushing against yours.

"Guess who I got a call from today?"

"Who?" You turned to face him.

"The twins' teacher." Your eyes widened at his words.

"For what reason?"

"Our munchkins got into a little disagreement with a classmate," Michael said. "We have a parent-teacher conference tomorrow with her."

You looked at the twins playing, blissfully unaware of what you two were talking about. "Did she say the reason for the argument?"

"She said it was better for us to hear in person."

"Maybe we should ask the twins about what happened." You asked Michael.

"That's if they will tell us," Michael responded.

"Boys." Your voice immediately made them perk up. "Come sit with Daddy and me."

The twins looked at each other, then at you. Michael tilted his head. "Come on, sit with us."

The twins made their way; they were both in front of you and Michael. "Daddy told me that he got a call from your teacher today." You said.

Cameron's eyes got wide while Marcus looked away. "Mommy, it wasn't our fault," Cameron said.

"We just want to know what happened." Michael reached a hand out to tilt Marcus's head back to you.

"It started with this one boy in class, he's a meanie," Cameron muttered while you nodded your head for him to continue.

"Cameron was drawing as we had to draw our families," Marcus said. "He grabbed Cameron's picture and said that his family was not real."

"Why would he say that, honey?" You asked.

"Cause he was drawing daddy, he kept saying that was not his real daddy." You looked at them both.

The twins haven't grasped the nature of Michael's popularity. Even when adopting them, they just saw him as Michael and eventually as their father. While others see the celebrity, they just see their father.

"Marcus stood up for me as he told me that my daddy is real. He pushed Marcus onto the ground, trying to fight him, and Marcus slapped him." Your eyes widened as Michael let out a small giggle.

"Michael."

"I'm sorry, I'm just imagining some kindergarteners doing that." Michael let out one more giggle before his face became more neutral.

"Are you mad?" Cameron asked.

Michael shook his head. "Now, remember what I said about not putting your hands on people?" The twins nodded their heads. "That doesn't apply when defending yourself."

"Yes." You nodded your head. "But within reason, though."

You grabbed both of their small hands. "Also, don't ever make anybody feel like our family isn't real. We are your parents, you are our children." You squeezed their hands.

"Okay, Mommy."

"Munchkins, our love for you is infinite. Remember that when someone tries to diminish it." Michael softly said.

"Group hug?" You raised your arms out.

The twins nodded their heads as they fell into your arms. You squeezed them both.

"Let me get in there." Michael made room for himself in the hug. He pulled back and blew a raspberry on both of the twins' cheeks. You watched as they giggled.

"How about we clean up and eat some dinner?" You asked.

"Yeah," Marcus yelled excitedly.

You laughed as he pulled away from you and Michael, then dragged Cameron away so they could clean.

"I feel ever since we got the twins, our lives have gotten even more chaotic." You turned your head to Michael.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't change it."

SEPTEMBER 10TH 1987

You and Michael sat in the classroom, the only sound the clock ticking on the wall. You looked around the colorful room, decorated from the floor to the ceiling. Everything you imagined a kindergarten classroom to have. You looked over at Michael as he stretched out in the chair, his legs wide open.

"You think this is going to take long?" You asked.

Michael took off his glasses and put them in his jacket. "I hope not. I have to finalized some things for the tour still."

You were about to say more until a door opened. You turned back to the teacher, mumbling an apology after bumping into one of the security guards. You saw her look of surprise when she looked over your form. Her eyes widened even more when she saw Michael.

"I didn't think it would actually be Michael Jackson." The teacher uttered under her breath.

As she walked, you leaned over to Michael. "How did she not know it was you?"

"I might've used my actual voice," Michael whispered back with a smile. "I was tired."

You shook your head at his antics as the teacher sat down. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson."

"I'm your twins teacher, Ms. Leone." She smiled brightly.

"Hello," Michael said while you smiled politely.

"I would want to meet you under different circumstances." Ms. Leone crossed her fingers on the table. "But there has been a little problem."

You nodded your head. "We heard a little bit from the twins."

"Oh, really?" Ms. Leone said. "Well then, you know about the interaction with another student, then."

"Yes, we do." Michael tilted his head.

"We are a school that tolerates no bullying but also one that doesn't promote violence."

You saw Michael's eyebrows lift as that knowing expression crossed his face. You knew he was about to say something back that might ruffle some feathers.

"Even in self-defense?" Michael questioned.

Ms. Leone faltered at his tone. "What?"

"Your student targeted my twins. Marcus was defending himself and his brother." Michael lifted an eyebrow.

"It was still wrong for Marcus to hit him."

"But he put his hands on Marcus first?" Michael responded.

"Maybe you didn't hear the whole story from your twins." Ms Leone indicated.

That's when you spoke up. "Our twins, quite frankly, excuse my language. Can't lie for shit." You crossed your legs. "They are honest about telling us things."

"I'm going to believe my children." You said.

"Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, you don't understand. The other parents are considering suing."

"Suing? For this?" Michael questioned. "This is kindergarten."

"Yes, they want to sue for assault."

You almost could laugh at this situation. "Their child is a bully, our twins told us about what he does."

"They also told us that you don't do anything." Michael's voice became deeper. "The policy about bullying doesn't really ring true."

"I'm upholding the bullying policy." Ms. Leone said.

"Are our children the only ones being punished then?" You asked. "Or he is too?"

"We planned to have the twins move classrooms." Ms. Leone nodded her head.

"But not him?" Michael scoffed.

"Our original plan was to suspend your twins for a couple of days."

"What the hell?" Michael's sharp tone cut through the air. "Suspend our twins?"

"That is extreme." You tilted your head as your eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes, but we decided just to move classrooms."

"I don't understand why our twins are the only ones being punished." You moved to get more comfortable.

"We are also making sure the other student gets the right discipline, too." Ms. Leone responded.

"I highly doubt it," Michael said.

"Mr. Jackson, you have the wrong assumption."

"I truly think I don't," Michael stated. "Is this conversation over?"

You could tell Michael was starting to get irritated as he pushed the sunglasses back on his face. To signal that he wanted out of this room and conversation. You could tell Ms. Leone took that as a signal, too, as she turned to you instead.

"Mrs. Jackson, you have to understand this, right?"

"Our twins are nice boys; they don't cause any trouble." You replied.

"We are just making sure that nothing else happens in the future."

You raised your eyebrows at the statement; you didn't like that at all. "That they will do something?"

"We are just taking precautions."

You heard Michael take a sharp breath as he tapped his foot. "Truly extreme for Kindergarden, mind you."

You shook your head as it was probably best to end this conversation. "I think it's best if we leave."

Ms. Leone nodded her head as she got up. She led you two to the classroom door. "Thank you for taking the time to speak to me."

"Yes." You nodded your head tightly while Michael stared at her.

You and Michael walked until you reached the outside of the school grounds.

"Parents wanna sue? fuck that." Was the first thing Michael stated. "They're not getting my money."

"I think our children were targeted." You stated back.

"I think we need to switch schools." He turned to you. "I don't like that she made it seem our children were the problem."

"Yeah, it was weird." You nodded your head.

"I really don't want to though; the twins love this school," Michael replied. "Maybe it might just be her."

"Maybe we'll just see how they like their new classroom and see from there?" You looked at Michael.

Michael nodded his head as he took your hand, leading you to the car.

"I must say I like it when you get stern." You put your head on his shoulder.

"Why?" Michael laughed.

"'Cause you look hot while doing it."

"I could do anything and you find it hot." Michael shook his head.

"Well, like you said to me. Isn't that the point?"

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Y’all, I keep seeing vampire/gothic edits of Michael on TikTok. I might have my next fanfic idea‼️‼️

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Well I’m glad I asked!

I didn’t see too many vampire Michael fanfics on here. Which is surprising cause it fits him so well especially older Michael.

It will probably be a long one shot since I’m still doing this series though

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Could I be added to the tag list pleaseeeee 😫🙏🏽

Yes! I will add you when I release chapter six!

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CHAPTER FIVE

Michael Jackson x Black Fem! Reader

Word Count: 4,440

Author Notes: I don't know where everybody came from, but welcome! I'm not going to lie, I have a difficult time liking my writing. I'm a hard critic, but I enjoy hearing people say they like it. Sorry, I haven't been able to respond to everybody. I've been busy with work and finishing up school for the summer.

I struggled with this chapter because I didn't know what to do next. So there is a bit of a timeskip, as I couldn't figure out the timeline for 1986 for the life of me.

The chapter got fluff, smut, and ANGST, LOVE IT! so enjoy!

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JULY 1987

"Michael, what are you doing?" You asked him to pull you in front of a camera.

"Boys, come here for a second," Michael called.

Michael shifted the camera as the twins came into view. "This is our first family trip, so I figured I wanted to take some photos." He shrugged.

Michael stepped back to where you three were standing. Wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled the twins closer to him. "It's on a timer, so smile now."

You quickly put on a smile as the camera flashed. "Are you going to take some when we're at Disneyland?"

Michael looked at you. "Of course." He looked down at the twins. "Are you excited?"

"Yeah!" Both twins said as they giggled.

You and Michael decided this would be the perfect time to try a family outing. Michael was about to drop an album and wouldn't be home much cause of touring. But also, the twins were starting Kindergarten later this August, as you two found a private school for them.

"I swear, as soon as something happens. We are pulling the twins out." Michael said as you two cuddled in bed.

"I know there is some caution, but we have to try at least." You patted Michael's chest.

"The media hasn't said anything about our children, and I want to keep it that way." Michael sighed. "I just don't know if I trust people not to say anything to the press."

"And we made sure they didn't know after it was leaked that we're looking into adoption." You lifted your head to give a soft peck to his cheek.

"Just give it a chance, Michael." You smiled lightly. "At least we can say that we tried."

You bent down to the twins' level. "What are you excited to see today?"

"Mickey Mouse," Cameron yelled excitedly.

"Yeah, you wanna take some pictures with Mickey Mouse?" You questioned.

Cameron nodded his head as he held hands with Marcus. "Yeah."

You turned to Marcus. "What do you want to see?"

"Goofy." Marcus swayed his body as he said it.

"Oh, that's a good choice, I like Goofy too." You pinched his cheek.

You stood back up as Michael walked back over. You wrapped your arm around Michael's. "Maybe we can see your Daddy on the big screen while we're there." You said, referring to Captain EO.

Michael laughed. "How about that on another day?" Trying to play it off, but you can't change a 5-year-old's mind once set on something.

"I want to see." Both twins pleaded as they grabbed hold of Michael's leg and looked up at him.

"It's so hard to say no to you two." Michael laughed.

During the long drive, you and Michael are trying to calm the hyperactive twins with different bribes.

"Mommy, I want some Mickey ears," Marcus said as soon as you went through the front entrance.

"Let's go find some." You grabbed Cameron's hand. "Maybe we can find matching ones for the whole family?" You reached out to grab Marcus's other hand as Michael walked close behind you.

Michael bought out the park for the day, which wasn't hard, as Michael had closed the deal with Captain EO. The park is still full of people enjoying their time as Michael decided to have it open for his staff, too. Touring and non-touring to enjoy with their families. Michael wanted to make it as normal as possible for his children, but in a safe way. As he still had security trail after them, led by Bill.

You guided the twins into a gift shop, where they gasped with excitement upon entering. They let go of your hand to run off. "Don't run off too far, now." You yelled.

"I'll keep an eye on them." Bill put a hand on your shoulder before he trailed after them.

You browsed through the aisle, looking at some things, when you felt something behind you. You turned around to see Michael in a mask.

"Shit!" You clutched your chest. "Michael!" You swat his arm.

You heard him laugh loudly. "I got you, didn't I?" He took the mask off. "Who knew I could scare you in a Donald Duck mask?"

You crossed your arms as he continued to laugh. "Laugh it up, it wasn't that funny." You stared at him.

"No, it was hilarious." He said. "I wish I could take a picture."

You rolled your eyes as you started to walk again, ignoring him. "I do have my camera."

"You do? Let me see it." Michael reached a hand out.

"No, I want to take as many pictures as possible, as I only have so much film." You said, "Besides, didn't you bring yours?"

"Yes, but it's twice the memories." Michael held onto your hands. "Please? We can take one now."

"Fine." You slipped off the camera that was around your neck. "Here."

You huddled closer to Michael as he raised the camera. "Smile, baby." He took the picture.

"Let's take another one." He said as he faced the camera towards you two again. You decided to kiss his cheek as he took it.

"I need to print the pictures we take before I go on tour." Michael smiled at you. "I want my little family to be with me at all times."

"Aww, baby." You kissed him.

You were about to kiss a few more times when you were interrupted by the twins. "Mommy, Daddy, we found some." They raised the Mickey ears up.

"Those are too cute." You grabbed one of them and placed it on Michael's head.

"Doesn't Daddy look good with them?" You asked.

"Yeah!"

You saw Michael blush as he turned his head. "Stop it."

"Never." You whispered towards him before pulling back, giggling.

Michael crouched down to place Mickey ears on the twins' heads. "Now we're both matching."

You smiled as Michael grabbed both twins' hands as he went to pay for the ears. You wandered back outside. A moment later, Mickey ears were placed on your head by Michael.

"Now we both look pretty good," Michael said before he started walking again.

You led the twins to various rides and places within the park. Letting them truly enjoy themselves. You couldn't help but let their wonder infect your body too.

"Daddy, I want to go on teacups," Marcus said, pulling on Michael's sleeve.

"Yeah?" Michael looked down. "Let's go."

The twins dragged Michael as you walked behind them. "Let's go, Mommy." Cameron reached out his other hand to grab yours.

All four of you got on the ride. You and Michael turned the wheel on the teacup harder to get it to spin faster. Cameron and Marcus laughed as their bodies moved inside. "Mommy, Daddy, faster." Marcus clapped his hands.

"Michael, you heard him, put in more strength." You raised your voice over the current.

"No, baby, I think he was talking to you." He laughed as he turned the wheel.

All of you exploded some more until Michael insisted you get photos in front of the Sleeping Beauty Castle. You handed the camera to one of the security guards. As you walked to where all four of you were in front of the castle. Michael picked up the twins in his arms. They pressed their cheeks against his. You stood in front of them, smiling broadly.

"I bet that's going to be a cute picture." You said as you took the camera back.

"I should print that too." Michael placed the twins down on the ground. "We should create a family book, I think it would be great."

"I think it would." You smiled.

As you started to walk again, you listened to the twins ramble about the castle and how big it is. You spotted a certain mouse walking. You gently stopped Cameron from walking as you pointed in that direction.

"Cameron, I think I see Mickey Mouse." You gently grabbed onto his shoulders.

Cameron looked wide-eyed at you, then at the mouse. "Wanna get closer."

Cameron nodded his head as he walked closer to the approaching figure. Michael chuckled behind you while carrying Marcus.

"Are you nervous, Cameron?" Michael asked.

"No," Cameron said, but his eyes got wider as Mickey Mouse waved his hands as he was finally standing in front of Cameron.

Cameron stared at you and Michael for the longest time before looking back at Mickey Mouse. At first, it was teary eyes and small sniffles, then it turned into a full cry. You looked at Michael with surprised eyes.

You hugged Cameron. "It's okay, it's fine." You patted his back.

Cameron clutched onto you as he continued crying. You swayed his body back and forth, soothing him.

You heard a sharp giggle that came from Marcus. "Bru bru crying cause of a mouse."

Michael quickly covered Marcus's mouth with his hand to silence him as a glare appeared in his face. "We don't do that." Michael sounded in a sharp tone.

That only made Cameron cry harder into your body. You tried to cheer him up. "Come on, aren't you just excited?"

You lifted his face with your hands. "He's here for you, don't you want to take a picture?"

Cameron's cries calmed down slightly as he looked at the mouse. You wiped the tears off his face before guiding him to Mickey Mouse. "Okay? It's fine." You smiled at him.

You pushed him to stand in front of Mickey Mouse. "Now do a big pose and say cheese." You gave a smile to him.

You snapped a couple of pictures of him. Once you drop the camera, you open your arms, causing him to run towards you. "You did a great job, baby, such a big boy." You closed your arms around him.

Michael watched the interaction with a smile. That was until Marcus tugged on him. He fixed his stare on another figure, which turned out to be Goofy.

"Oh." Michael looked at Marcus. "Want some photos with him?"

But as Marcus's face came into view. Michael saw a small tear roll down his face. "Oh, wow, and you talked about your brother crying."

AUGUST 30th 1987

You stood in the middle of the large room. An arm wrapped around your back as Michael talked to someone. You look around, taking in all the people who were here for Michael's album release party. You recognized some people who have been in the industry for years, as well as some new faces.

You blinked back to reality as a hand rubbed circles on your back. Michael turned his head towards you. "You bored?"

"No, I was just people watching." You responded.

"People watching?" Michael shot up an eyebrow. "It seems like you were spacing out."

"Yeah?" You huddled closer to him. "Can't a girl just space out?" You laughed

"I won't stop you," Michael said as he guided you further into the room.

You had multiple people compliment your hair and clothes as you walked by them. "Girl, you have to tell what you're wearing, you smell good." One woman stopped you.

"Obsession by Calvin Klein." You responded

"I wouldn't expect anything less than opulence from you, Mrs. Jackson." The woman said.

"Thank you." You beamed.

You smiled to yourself as Michael gently tugged you again. You two made your way to a table where Quincy Jones was seated with a few other people from Epic Records.

"Michael!" Quincy shouted out. "I was just telling them about the making of the album."

Michael slipped a hand in yours. "Yeah?" He put on a professional smile. "We took our time to make this album."

You zoned out again, as you didn't particularly like this type of thing. You show up to be a supportive wife. But you were so bored out of your mind. You fiddled with the beads on your outfit as you listened to them, basically corporate talk, about the upcoming album, sales, and what Michael wants to do on his tour.

Michael looked and noticed you were not paying attention to anything in particular. He excused himself with a smile. He walked you two out the door to the grand hallway.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah?" You nodded your head. Michael gave you a look. "Okay, I'm bored."

"You should've said yes the first time when I asked," Michael explained. "We could just leave."

"I don't just want to leave; this is for you." You crossed. "For your album."

"Me leaving one release party will not be the end of the world." Michael put his hands on your shoulders.

"How about we get rid of your boredom for a minute?" Michael questioned, a smirk forming.

"What?" You wondered, but Michael already started walking.

"Follow me." Michael made a 'come here' gesture with his hand behind his back.

You followed Michael as he led you down the hallway. You looked at his back as he reached behind to grab your hand. You finally made it to a bathroom that was tucked in a corner. When you made it inside, it looked like a private bathroom. A fancy one at that. It had a whole powder room with couches and tables.

"Michael, how did you find this?"

"I've been here before. I found it the last time." Michael sat down on one of the couches. He spread his legs wider as he patted his lap.

"Right here, baby."

You stood there for a minute before you made your way to sit in his lap. Michael put his hands on your thighs. "I like this dress."

"You actually bought with the card you begged me to use." You laughed lightly. "I have my own income to buy things."

"Just cause you have your own money doesn't mean I like to spend my own on you." Michael slid one hand along the beaded waist of your dress.

"You like your independence, I respect that." Michael lowered his head to kiss your neck. "But also you're mine to cherish."

Michael lifted his head, putting a hand on your cheek to turn your face to kiss your lips. You returned the kiss, seeking to take it deeper. Michael smirked against your lips as he pulled back, licking his.

"Did you take me here so you could fuck me?" You breathless said.

"And what if I said yes?" Michael pulled your face to his.

He kissed you deeper this time, taking both of your legs to put them over his, spreading your legs wider. He trailed kisses down your neck. He slid a hand between your thighs.

"Keep them open." Michael reached under your dress. He played with the line of your panties before he slid them down.

Michael ghosted his fingers over your folds, rubbing lightly. Michael played with your folds before putting one finger in. You gasped, closing your legs around his hand.

"Relax." His voice sounded deeper to your ears. Michael parted your legs again. He slipped his finger out and put it in his mouth.

"You taste sweet, baby, wanna taste?" Michael kissed you as you nodded your head. His tongue swirling around yours.

"Just relax, baby, I'll make you feel good." Michael breathed against your lips.

Michael continued again, making slow, in-and-out movements. You made a small moan as he dropped your head against his shoulder. Michael slid another finger in, going slightly faster.

"You hear that? You hear how wet you are." You listened to wet sounds in the bathroom echo loudly.

"Fuck Michael." You moaned out.

"Yeah? Does that feel good?" Michael moved his fingers faster, putting his thumb to your clit.

"Yes, keep going." You turned his head to kiss him. "Keep going." You said against his lips.

"You're so pretty like this, so pretty." Michael moved his fingers at a different angle.

You felt your pussy clench around his fingers as you felt heat pool in the bottom of your stomach. You wrapped your hand around his wrist from the simulation. Michael pulled your hand away as he made a sound in your ear.

"No, baby, let it happen," Michael whispered. "Matter of fact, I want to taste you."

Michael pulled his fingers out. You whined at the lost contact. He moved you off his lap and lay you down on the couch. Bunching your dress to your hips. Michael put your legs over his shoulders. He hovered his head over your pussy before he licked between your folds.

You threw your head back, smoothing his hair with your hand. "Michael." Your voice rose higher.

"Cum in my mouth, I want to taste you," Michael spoke before his licks became more insistent.

You moaned louder. Knowing these bathroom walls are not thick. People outside can probably hear you.

"Oh god, I'm cumming." You clenched your thighs around his head as your pussy gushed against his mouth.

Michael lifted his head from your thighs, his hair slightly messy. His mouth shining as he licked them.

He pulled you up slightly as he kissed you, letting you taste yourself. "I need you to get on top of me."

Michael sat back down on the couch. He unzipped his pants, pulling his underwear down just enough for his dick to slap against him.

"Up, baby," Michael patted his lap as he grabbed your hand.

You moved to sit over his lap, you lifted your hips. You wrapped your hand around the base of him. Michael threw his head against the couch as you slowly inched yourself on his dick. You only made it halfway through when Michael grabbed your hips.

"Baby, you're tight." Michael moved his hips to get more comfortable as you bottomed out.

You grounded your hips against his. You bounced a little to get more comfortable. Michael gripped your hips harder as he started to move them. You moved your hands to his shoulders for a steadier movement as you moved faster.

"Baby, keep going." Michael tapered off at the end with a whimper.

You moved faster, watching the column of Michael's neck move. A loud moan slipped out of you as Michael slapped your ass, a loud sound rebounding off the walls.

"I'm going to move faster; I need to move with me." Michael's voice, hoarse in the air. "You gotta fuck me back."

You nodded your head as he moved his hands to your ass. He smacked your ass harder than last.

"Words," Michael said.

"Yes, Michael, yes."

Michael lifted his hips as he fucked up into faster, chasing a high. "Yes, just like that, baby."

He continued speaking words of encouragement to help you get there. You breathe heavily as you try to keep up with his pace.

"I'm going to cum." Michael panted.

"Me too." A tear slipped from your eye from pleasure as you shut your eyes.

"Open your eyes," Michael said. "I want to see you while you cum."

You opened your eyes to his. A wild look crossed his eyes before he bit his lip. "You don't know how much love knowing I'm the only one that can make you feel like this."

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he snapped his hips faster before his orgasm came over him. Causing yours to hit right after him.

You slumped over Michael's body, catching your breath. You smiled lightly as Michael placed kisses on your hair

"You bored now?" Michael laughed breathlessly.

"No, you satisfied me." You kissed his lips.

The two of you stayed there until you decided that you had been gone for too long. Michael helped you by fixing your dress in place. While Michael made himself decent. You looked in the mirror to fix your makeup. You beckoned Michael over as you looked for the makeup you kept in your bag for public events, since Michael tends to smudge it.

"I'm glad I decided to go light tonight with makeup." Michael laughed.

"Almost like you had a plan." You hummed as you wiped the sponge across his nose.

"Maybe." Michael wrapped his arm around your waist once you finished, guiding you two out of the bathroom.

Both of you took your leisurely time to get back to the room before Bill rushed out with the other security. "Where have you two been?" Bill spoke in a panic. "I was starting to think the worst."

"Don't worry, we decided to spend some alone time with each other." Michael tilted his head as you nodded to his words.

"What?" Bill was confused, but Michael laughed as he walked back into the room.

"Crazy ass kids."

SEPTEMBER 2ND 1987

Michael sighed as Frank went on about how this interview would be great for the two of you. You patted Michael's shoulder for comfort as you crossed your legs.

"Frank, why did you agree to this interview without telling me the whole truth?" Michael pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I knew you wouldn't agree to just yourself," Frank explained as Michael's whole management team surrounded the room.

"So they want to interview my wife, too?"

"Yes, great publicity for your new album." Frank leaned against the wall of the dressing room. "You haven't done an interview together since 1982. People want a new one."

"There is a reason why." You deadpanned at Frank.

The last time you and Michael had an interview together was right after your engagement. Well, it was fine until the interviewer started asking personal questions about their lives. You stood up for yourself, causing all hell to break loose. They were calling you everything in the book. Aggressive towards the interviewer. Rude for your answers to these questions. Papers saying you and Michael were a perfect match. 'Crazy and Aggressive.'

You literally cried while Michael comforted you cause it was such a shit show. And Michael said that was your first and last interview. And now you are sitting here facing the complete opposite.

"The media was relentlessly against her." Michael rolled his eyes. "It was bad, that's why it's only that interview from 1982."

"She just needs some PR training." Frank rebutted.

"Should have done that shit earlier then." You sarcastically said.

"See? That is what we don't need." Frank sighed.

"Let's just get this over with." You stood up.

"Baby, are you sure?" Michael followed you as you began walking.

"Yes, I'm sure." You wrapped your arm around his.

You regret this interview so much. It has taken so many times not to roll your eyes. It was a string of stupid questions. You rubbed your temples for relief as Michael kept a hand on your thigh. You wished you had sunglasses like his; maybe you could hide your facial expressions better.

"There has been a lot of speculation about how you got together." The interviewer asked. "Was it for money?"

"I'm not with Michael for money." You sighed. "I'm not a gold digger."

Michael still smiles politely. You don't know how he does it. You want to strangle this interviewer. It's taking everything in you not to crack.

"People have said you, Michael, are gay and that she is your cover-up."

You laughed through your nose as you shook your head. What is this? Tabloid hour as they talk about every fucking rumor in existence. You rolled your head in a circle, shaking your shoulders.

"You bi-."

Michael stopped your outburst as he noticed you getting antsy and decided to take over. "We love each other; we couldn't fake the last 10 years together."

"Yes, we love each other very much." You put on the fakest smile towards the interviewer, swallowing the remark you were about to say.

"Let's move on to your children."

Michael's hand gripped yours hard as your heart dropped to your ass.

"Excuse me?" Michael asked as he must have misheard.

"The two children you have together." The interviewer reiterated.

"Interview over." Michael abruptly stood up, taking off the pact from around his waist. He took hold of your hand while taking your pact off the back of your suit.

The producer tried to block you and Michael from walking off. "I swear I didn't know that those questions were on there, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson."

"You knew." You said with a glare. "You wanted to get a headline."

"I promise that's not tru-"

"I don't want to hear anymore." Michael ended the conversation, giving the producer a blank stare.

"Frank, I have to talk to you now," Michael said as you walked back to the dressing room.

Michael closed the door behind him.

"How the fuck did they figure that out?" Michael hummed as the room went quiet. It was rare to hear Michael curse, even more rare to hear him raise his voice.

"Michael, I didn't know that they would ask that," Frank explained quickly.

"Well, they did," Michael answered sharply.

"I want you to find out who else knows about our twins. Cause if this news outlet knows." Michael stood tall against the door. "Everybody does."

"I didn't want my children in this shit." Michael sighed. "This was the last thing I wanted."

"Michael, we will figure this out." One of the assistants inputted.

"I truly hope." You looked at Michael as he said that. Knowing how his paranoia can get. It must be spiraling right now, and that might lead to some impulsive decisions.

"Everyone, leave. I need to talk to my wife." Everyone shuffled out of the room, hearing Michael's words.

"We need to get the twins out of school right now." Michael looked at you with a serious look.

"Michael, we need to be practical right now. Going to their school will only bring more attention." You tried to reason.

"I really don't care," Michael said, using your name, which was rare, as he only ever said pet names.

"Michael, I know you're scared for our children, I get it." You clasped your hands together. "Let's not make impulsive decisions." You pleaded.

Michael sighed as he sat down on one of the chairs. "I'm scared, hearing that interviewer say that scared me."

You sat down next to him. "I know." You rubbed his back.

The more you rubbed his back, the more your vision blurred with tears. You put one hand over your mouth. "I wanted to give them something normal too."

Michael looked at you. He pulled you in a hug to comfort you. He kissed the top of your head. "It's alright, baby. We're both scared."

"I didn't mean to cry." You buried your head into his chest.

"That's nothing to be ashamed about." Michael tried to calm you down, swaying you back and forth. "We will get through like we do everything else, okay?" Michael said.

"Okay." After a beat of silence. "I love you." You pressed a hand to Michael's arm.

"I love you too."

You unwrapped yourself from Michael to go to the vanity to get a tissue. "Don't let me catch that interviewer in the streets." You patted your face with the tissue.

"Girl! What?" Michael chuckled.

"I'm serious, those questions pissed me clean off!"

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Y’all, I keep seeing vampire/gothic edits of Michael on TikTok. I might have my next fanfic idea‼️‼️

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CHAPTER FOUR

Michael Jackson x Black! Fem Reader

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JANUARY 1986

You have always been wary about who you interact with at the firm. There have been incidents that warrant caution on your part. Fake laughs and fake smiles to get closer to you. You don't mean to sound paranoid, but being married to the biggest icon in the industry can do that.

"It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Jackson." A man eagerly shook, a little too excited.

"Likewise." You smiled awkwardly as you connected hands.

That is how interactions go. It just feels like people want to interact with you to gain something from being in close relation to you. You're good at your job, one of the best-rated attorneys in the state of California. You get high-profile clientele all the time. But a small part of your mind can't help but wonder if people are really looking at you for you. You sighed as you sat in your personal office. The new year jitters are affecting everybody, including you. Michael woke you instead of your alarm.

"Hey, baby, I thought you said you were going to the office today."

"What?" You rasped as you shifted in bed.

"It's almost nine-thirty."

You almost bumped your head on Michael's as he still hovered over you. "Shit! I'm late."

You rambled through your morning routine. Cursing as you kept dropping things on the floor. You sighed when you realized the suit jacket you wanted to wear had a tear. So you ended up in a whole different outfit and hurried down the spiral staircase. You quickly thanked the chef as you tried to eat your breakfast fast. You kissed your twin's head and kissed your husband before you were off to start the day. A day that should've started at eight-thirty.

You looked up as somebody knocked at your door. "Come in."

"Mrs. Jackson, I saw that you were running behind." You looked up and saw your boss. An older white man with a sharp, expensive suit came in.

"I'm sorry." As you explained the reason, he brushed you off.

"It's totally fine, you're one of my best attorneys, I don't mind you being late." He reasoned as he sat down in a chair.

Lawson Broussard was one of two owners who ran this law firm. A charming southern man from Louisiana. He was the one who vetted most of the attorneys who came to Vanguard Law, a highly respected law firm here in California. He only had a soft spot for a few, and one of them was you.

You remember that call you got while working at another law firm. It was Lawson in the other line, saying that he had seen some of your cases. He saw the success and achievement that you had. But he still felt like you weren't used right by the firm. He said he wanted to hire you and that he'd send you a fax, then ended the call.

You saw the fax machine go off in the corner of your eye. You picked up the paper. Your eyes widen at the pay, and then you see the sign-on bonus underneath. You submitted your two-week notice almost a week ago. You wanted more than what they offered you here. You called him back immediately, saying you would work for him.

"How are the twins?" Lawson asked; he was one of the few people outside the family who knew about your children.

You trusted Broussard. He has always had your back. And even quietly, you can say that he has become a friend. He stopped people from asking invasive questions when you started working at Vanguard.

"Now I don't want to start writing people up for asking stupid shit," Lawson said loudly as he stood near the doorframe of the break room. The same break room where people huddled around you to ask questions.

"Remember this is a place of employment, not a chance to win a dinner with Michael Jackson." Lawson walked around the doorframe into the breakroom.

"Can't you see she's uncomfortable? Move." His tone turned sharper.

You thanked him as people began to move away from you. He waved you off, saying he would always protect his employees. Besides, you kinda remind him of his oldest daughter.

"They're wonderful, Michael and I have been looking at private schools since they have to go to kindergarten next year." You responded.

"Oh, I can give you some recommendations from my brother." He said as he leaned back.

"I would love that, thank you." You responded.

You two sat in comfortable silence before he spoke. "I would love just to talk to you about random things like other times."

He leaned in closer from his chair. "I have a question for you." He tilted his head. "Have you ever thought about the future of your career?"

You stared at him as he asked the question. "Honestly, no, I haven't."

"I'm going to be frank with you, I see you doing more than just being at this law firm," Lawson said.

"You're a good lawyer, you care for people. I see you going beyond what is required for clients."

You dodged your eyes. "I just do my job."

"No, the last case you had. You made sure that the young man got to see his kids. Gave him resources to get his life back on track." Lawson rebuttaled.

"He was wrongly incarcerated, and the state took his kids. I remember meeting with him; all he talked about was his children." You nodded.

"And your facts and story were so clear, the judge had no choice but to reverse his decision," Lawson said. "You have to see how big that is?"

"Yes, I do." You nodded your head.

"Things like that are why I can see you landing the seat for Attorney General of California in a few years."

"Attorney General?" You questioned. "Stop it."

"No, you're good, too good just for local firms." Lawson leaned back in the chair. "That's why I talked to some of my buddies at the state capital, might have thrown your name in a couple of times."

"Stop, you didn't." You stood up abruptly.

"They said they'll keep a tab on your work." Lawson laughed as you took a sharp gasp.

"Lawson, you shouldn't have."

"I only want the best for you."

You went over to Lawson as he stood up. You hugged him. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me." Lawson returned the hug. "You deserve it."

"No, let go of me. I have kept the reputation of being a cold-hearted person." Lawson sarcastically said.

"I don't know how anybody can be scared of you." You laughed lightly.

"I don't know either, but I kinda enjoy it."

You wandered through the expansive property of Neverland after you got home from work. One of the staff told you Michael was outside with the twins when you asked where they were.

"You have to be gentle, yeah, like that." You overheard Michael's voice.

You gazed upon the scene of him holding Marcus while he petted an Llama. He heard Marcus giggle as he got his hand licked in return.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite three boys, huh?" You voiced.

Cameron looked up from playing with the grass. "Mommy!" He ran to you.

"Hi, pumpkin." You picked him up and kissed him on the cheek.

You walked over to Michael and Marcus. "Hello," you sing-song to Marcus as you kiss his cheek.

"Hi, my love." You kissed Michael as your two boys made faces.

"Mommy! Daddy! That is nasty." Marcus huffed out.

"Oh, hush it, Marcus." Michael broke the kiss to kiss Marcus all over the face.

"Stop it." Marcus laughed and wiggled in Michael's arms.

"Do you find that nasty?" Michael questioned.

Marcus paused as he shook his head. "No."

You laughed lightly before booping Marcus's nose. You turned your head to Cameron. "What were you doing today?"

"Animals, a lot of them," Cameron said, as he patted the llama's head.

"I know we have a lot, don't we?" You went to side-eye Michael as he whistled, looking away.

Now you're not an animal hater at all. You can't while being married to Michael; it's nearly impossible. As long as you have known him, you have been around different kinds of animals. But since he acquired this property, it has gone haywire. Now that he's adding kids to the mix, he rationalizes and amplifies his buying of animals.

"What if the twins like it?"

"Michael, we're not building a pond, just for fish."

"Come on, it would be pretty."

"So one of the twins can fall in?"

"Ah, you might be right on that, but don't be such a party pooper."

"Party pooper!" You exclaimed at the audacity.

Another time when you almost shit yourself when you saw a giraffe outside your bedroom window. You should be used to it by now, living with it at Havyenhurst. But you didn't think he would do it for Neverland.

"Your mother can be such a stick sometimes," Michael muttered to Marcus.

You whipped your head to Michael. "You want to repeat that, honey?"

"Huh, you must be hearing things; the wind is strong out here."

"Sure." You turned as you walked away with Cameron in your arms.

"Baby, wait up." Michael quickly guided the Llama back to safety before he jogged to you with Marcus in his arms. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go to the craft room with Cameron, come with?"

"Yeah." Michael turned towards Marcus. "Does that sound fun?" Marcus nodded his head.

You walked back inside and headed down the corridor to a room. You opened the door to a small craft room. After you told Michael about the incident with Bubbles, he made this room. You swear these boys don't know how much they have Michael wrapped around their finger.

You sat Cameron down on the floor. "What do you want to do?" You crouched down to see what he was pointing to.

"Flowers, I want to color some flowers." He said.

You hummed as you shifted through the coloring books. "This looks nice, Cameron, doesn't it?" You pointed to a particular coloring page with flowers.

He nodded his head before his brother ambushed him. "I want to do it too!"

"Marcus." Michael made a warning. "What we have to wait for our turn and say please."

Marcus pouted as Michael picked him up, giving Cameron more space. Instead, Michael sat down with Marcus in his lap.

Cameron stuck his tongue out as he colored the page, Marcus watching intently. Cameron eventually gave in and handed some markers to Marcus as Michael let him go. They were huddled together in their own world, coloring.

You moved towards Michael when you noticed that he was drawing on a blank page.

"What are you drawing?" You leaned on his shoulder.

"Something." Michael put his head on top of yours before he turned and kissed your hair.

"How about you go over to them for a bit?" Michael said suddenly.

"Why?" You questioned.

"I want to see something."

You raised your eyebrow but moved back over to the twins. You placed yourself in the middle as you looked at them, coloring the page.

"You want to help, Mommy?" Cameron questioned.

"Sure." You picked up a marker and began to color with it.

Every once in a while, you would make eye contact with Michael as if he were studying something. You tilted your head, trying to peek at what he was drawing. You and the twins finished multiple coloring pages before Michael spoke into the air.

"What to see what I did." You stared at the canvas, finally understanding what he was drawing: you and the twins.

"Michael, that's so cute." You moved closer to get a deeper look.

"Daddy, is that us?" Marcus questioned.

"Yes, it is." Michael beamed.

You always loved Michael's drawing abilities. You truly believe that if he weren't famous for his singing. He really could've been a drawing artist. You accidentally saw it when you first started dating in 1978. You found a book in his, flipped through it, amazed by the different drawings, but then you saw multiple of you on different pages, either doodles. Full portraits as if he studied you for hours.

"I really liked you, you took me out of my drawing block. So I drew you as a result." He shyly said.

You looked at him in amazement, because that truly was the moment you saw your forever. Like in that moment, he was the one you were going to marry. The younger you knew who she was at a young age.

You snapped back to reality. With a slow smile, you wrapped your arms around Michael's neck. "I really like the way you make me feel." You kiss him sweetly.

Michael returned the kiss but soon pulled back, realizing. "The way you make me feel?"

"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows

"Girl, you are a genius." Michael kissed you quickly. "I have to go to the studio."

"This late?" You watched him get up from the floor.

"Yes." He bent down to kiss the twins' heads. "I'll see you later."

"Where is Daddy going?"

"I guess he realized something." You said after a pause.

FEBRUARY 1986

"Mommy." A voice whispered as a small hand touched the arm you had dangling out of the bed. You moved as the touching became insistent. The first thing you noticed was that Michael was all over you, knocked out cold with sleep. You then looked down at Cameron, looking at you with teary eyes.

"I threw up," Was all Cameron said to cause you to open your eyes wider.

You felt Michael groan as you moved him off of you. "What?" You heard his deep voice as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

"Cameron threw up. I'm going to go help him." You sat up straighter.

Michael finally sat up to look at Cameron. "Are you okay, munchkin?" Michael asked, and Cameron shook his head.

You two got out of bed and herded Cameron back to his room. You looked at Cameron's bed and were thankful he'd just gotten it on sheets. You're probably still going to wash the comforter anyway. You decided to get a bag to throw away the sheets instead of washing them. Michael undressed Cameron to put on new pajamas. You two were moving through motions to get Cameron medicated and back to bed. That was until Marcus woke up and sneezed a couple of times. You and Michael looked at each other. And you made your way to Marcus, cooing a soft greeting as you touched his head. He was hot to the touch. Great, so now two sick kids.

"How did you even get sick?" You wondered as they haven't been outside much this week cause of the weather.

Luckily, you decided to take off this Friday, so you have all weekend to nurse them back to health. "I'm going to give you some medicine, then you can go back to sleep." You rubbed Marcus's hair as he nodded his head. You moved to the doorway to let Michael finish with Cameron.

"We're going to lie back, now, okay?" Michael said to Cameron after he got new sheets for the bed.

You walked beside Michael. "This weekend is going to be fun." You bumped Michael's hip.

"So much fun," Michael said sarcastically.

You were about to say something else when you heard little feet pattering on the floor. You both turned to Marcus, running to the bathroom in the hallway. And well, tried before he threw up right where Michael stood.

"Baby, don't- oh!" Your eyes widened at the scene as Michael gasped.

"What the fu-"

"Michael!"

FEBRUARY 14TH 1986

You walked into the kitchen after you got home from the firm. Today was Valentine's, and you spent most of it at work. You felt bad, but earlier this morning, Michael assured you it would be okay. You went through your kitchen routine. At first, you didn't notice multiple bouquets scattered across the counters until you almost bumped into them.

You gasped as you looked around. You saw a large teddy bear. You smiled at the memory you told Michael the other day. That you always wanted one of those big teddy bears you win at fairs. "He remembered." You smiled as you picked up the card.

'Happy Valentine's to my favorite girl.' You looked at the words. 'I won't be gone long. Don't worry about the twins, they're with Mother. Wear anything, I don't care, you can be naked for all I care, I like looking at you, Love Michael.'

You smiled to yourself as you became giddy. You walked back to your bedroom to decide what to wear. It didn't even search long before hands covered your eyes.

"I wonder who that is." You hummed.

"I don't know, guess."

"Too many people to guess." You replied.

"Hold on, you got admirers or something?"

"What? I'm a beautiful woman. I read your fan mail before."

Michael took his hands off your hands and turned you around. "I'm actually interested in what you've read."

"Some things, but mostly that I'm beautiful and that we match aesthetically."

"Well, my fans are right about one thing: you are beautiful." Michael gave you a quick kiss.

"What are you doing anyway?" Michael buried his head in your neck.

"I was trying to find something to wear."

"What's wrong with this?" Michael picked at your jacket.

"It's just my work clothes?" You questioned.

"Baby, you always look good in the clothes you wear to work."

"I swear, Michael, I could wear a literal trash bag, and you would find me attractive."

"What's the crime with that?" Michael said into your neck.

"Nothing." You smiled.

"That's what I thought." Michael grabbed onto your hips. "Don't make it seem like it's crazy to love you." He kissed your neck.

"Anyway, let me show you the surprise I had for Valentine's Day." He squeezed your hips before you heard him dig something out of his pants.

"I have something for you, too." You looked around the room before you found a small box. Smacking Michael's hand when he tried to grab it, putting it in your suit jacket

"Okay." He laughed. "Close your eyes." You felt a blindfold go over your eyes when you closed them.

"Michael, what do you have planned?"

"Just follow my lead."

You let Michael lead you down the stone path. When he took off the blindfold, you gasped at the scene a few feet in front of you. It's sort of like a draping canopy surrounded by the flower garden you planted last year. You see the small table in the middle that had all sorts of food on it.

"Surprise, you remember those picnics we used to do when we were younger."

You nodded your head as you remembered those picnics where you two learned the most about each other. Just teenagers experiencing love for the first time. One of those picnics was the first time Michael kissed you.

"Oh, Michael, it's beautiful." You turned to kiss him.

You patted your suit jacket. "I remember you talking about this." You handed the box to him. "Open it."

You saw his facial expression change to one of surprise. "Baby, wow.”

"It took a lot of work." You laughed. "I didn't know it would be so hard to find a Mickey Mouse watch."

"It isn’t just any watch. It's a part of a special collection." He replied as he looked at the watch on his wrist. "How did you get this?"

"Connections." You waved your hands. "I might have used my name to get it." You winced.

"Okay, Mrs. Jackson." He laughed. "Thank you." He kissed your forehead.

"You're welcome." You smiled. "Now want to eat and watch the stars? I think it's going to be a full moon."

"Remember, we used to play that game that involved counting stars? What was it called? Michael pointed out.

"Five pointers." You both said it at the same time, giggling.

After a little bit of silence, "Bet I can beat you there," Michael said.

You suck your teeth, making a sound. "Nah, I'd win."

"Wanna bet." Michael took a downward position.

"Yeah." You watched him out of the corner of your eyes. "Go!"

Michael took off running, totally leaving you in the dust. "Michael, that's not fair, you have long legs!" You said as you tried to run after him, hearing him cackle loudly.

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I spent about 4 hours slaving over the intro before getting a better idea so i'm dumping the part I'm gonna cut here you at least someone can read it before I ditch it forever LMAO

Before all that though, their meet-cute started far away from glitzy hotels, in a famous recording studio. After a fight with his brothers, and in need of air, Micheal chose to record at Westlake Recording Studios, instead of his private studio. He’d called up some friends, had them drop in, and they threw ideas at the wall to see what stuck, what new tips and tricks could or couldn’t make it into his songs. 

Unfortunately, he’d soon lost track of time, and, leaving Studio A, was met with a highly stunning, and terribly fuming person awaiting his exit. 

Turns out, when the greatest pop-sensation of their time drops out of nowhere, and asks if he can record, the nerds in charge of appointments and scheduling drop the lamest dweeb to look good in front of the king. Meaning, someone’s recording session was rudely interrupted, then sidetracked, derailed, and had to be rescheduled. In a bit of a fit, instead of heading back with the rest of the team on-set, FEVER waited every hour it took for Micheal to be done, so they could have their own words with him. 

Said words being, “How about you learn some etiquette, and make an appointment like the rest of us, Mister? Or one of these days, someone might come along and put their glittery high-heel up your ass!”

Micheal’s security hadn’t liked that very much, but it was just on the right side of hilarious honesty that comes from exhaustion, and just late enough where everything's funny, that Micheal stopped, laughed for a while, and apologised. He offered them a drink to make up for it, said he really didn’t know they kicked someone out for him, and begrudgingly, they’d accepted. 

HOLD ON, THIS EATS DOWN!!! I smell a rivalry, an ENEMIES TO LOVERS

This is such a great idea, I loved reading the little snippet AAAAAHHHH!

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um. I wanted to say

you highkey inspired me to try writing my own oneshot, but it might have smut, maybe not, but if I finish it, would it be okay if I gave you a shoutout/gifted it to you if ur on ao3? If not that’s totally cool I just wanted you to know you inspired meeee 😭😭

AUUUUHGG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU GAVE US THIS BEAUTIFUL WORK AND LET US HAVE A LIFE WITH THAT GORGEOUS HANDSOME PERFECT BOY THANK YOU AND THANK YOU FOR WRITING

I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT! I didn't even think that my fanfic would inspire somebody.

I do have an AO3 and I don't mind the shoutout/gift. I’m actually invested to read it once you're done writing it.

SHOUTOUT TO YOU BTW, YOU'RE LIKE THE PERFECT HYPEMAN!!!!

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CHAPTER THREE

Michael Jackson x Black! Fem Reader

Word Count: 3,300

Author Notes: This chapter is Michael's point of view, kinda. It's like a third-person point of view with second at the end. Why is the third person so hard to write? This is why I stick to the second point of view. So I'm sorry if it's messy in some parts.

I lowkey cried while writing the ending, like ya'll, he needed somebody like this in his life.

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OCTOBER 1985

Michael sat under the tree at Neverland Ranch, writing as he watched his two children play. It was getting cooler in California. The twins were in his care for today since you would be at court for most of the day. He couldn't help but smile as the twins played together. He liked writing when he was with his wife, who inspired his songs. Now that he has children in his life to raise. It gave him even more inspiration.

"Cameron, you can't do that! It's not fair." Marcus said. Cameron stuck out his tongue before he blew raspberries at him. Marcus tilted his head before he ran at him, causing Cameron to scream and run.

"Boys, remember to stay close to me," Michael yelled out.

Michael shook his head before he tilted his head back against the bark. He wanted to do something for the twins since their birthday is coming up. Sure, he doesn't celebrate birthdays himself. But it was their first one with you and Michael since adopting them. He wanted it to be special for them. He snapped out his thoughts as he heard a cry. He jumped up quickly as he beelined to the twins.

Cameron and Marcus were holding heads. Cameron was full-blown crying as Marcus kept saying "ochie." Michael crouched down to their level.

"What happened?" Michael asked softly.

"We made an ochie with our heads," Marcus said as tears slightly brimmed in his eyes.

"Oh? You two hit each other's heads." Michael hummed.

He didn't expect the next event to transpire as Cameron sniffled before a look of anger crossed his face. He jumped on top of Marcus in retaliation. "His fault," Cameron screamed. Michael was shocked to say the least. The less reactive twin was on top of his brother, trying to fight him. He blinked, then remembered he had to be a parent in this.

"Cameron, stop right now." Michael wrapped his hands around Cameron's small body to pull him off.

Michael struggled a bit as Cameron tried to wiggle his way out of his hold. But he was fully able to gain control as he sat cross-legged and forced Cameron into his lap. He turned Cameron towards him.

"We don't do that." Michael's voice dropped low. "No matter how angry we are. We don't put our hands on people."

Cameron nodded his head slowly. He tried to avoid Michael's intense gaze. He had never seen Michael like this before. He's used to the carefree, bubbly version of Michael.

"Marcus, are you okay?" Michael asked the child who was still on the ground.

"Yes." Marcus nodded his head.

"Come here." Michael pulled Marcus into his lap as well. "I want you two to remember to love each other, not fight."

Michael watched as they both nodded their heads at his words. "Cameron, you apologize to your brother."

Cameron raised his head at Michael's words. All he got in return was Michael raising an eyebrow. Cameron let out a quiet breath.

"I'm sorry for making an ochie." Cameron looked at his brother.

"It's okay, bru bru." Marcus smiled at home in return. Marcus grabbed Cameron's hand as he hugged him.

Michael smiled at the interaction. Michael rubbed both of their backs. He heard someone clear their throat.

"Michael, you have a call." Bill walked towards them. "It's from Quincy."

"Is it important?" Michael looked up at Bill.

"He said he had some ideas he wanted you to hear," Bill said.

Michael dropped his head as he sighed. He shifted the twins as he stood up, wrapping their legs around his waist.

Once he made his way inside, he dropped Marcus and Cameron on the couch before he went to pick up the telephone. "Hello, Quincy." Michael picked up the phone and placed it on the side table as he sat on the couch. Both twins scrambled back into his lap and settled in.

"Hey, I just had a breakthrough," Quincy said. "I'm going to need you to come to the studio in LA."

"I don't know if I can, I'm spending time with the twins today." Michael looked down as Marcus played with a button on his shirt.

"Oh, you can bring them; it doesn't matter."

Michael bit his lip at the thought. He looked as both twins looked at him with wide eyes. He brought the receiver down between his neck and shoulder as he cooed at them. He started to tickle them both. Cute giggles filled the air as a response.

"Michael?" Quincy said. "Michael."

"Yes?" Michael put the phone back to his ear. "I'll be there in 2 hours."

Michael hung up and then looked at the twins. "Guess you're coming with me."

"I'll go get the car." Bill accounted, and Michael nodded.

"You two are going to see how I work." Michael hummed as he bumped both of their noses.

Michael tried to feed the twins a snack before they left, but that didn't work out as planned.

"No, Cameron, share it with him."

"Marcus, don't do that."

"But he started it!"

"Oh goodness."

Michael carried both twins as Bill opened the door. He made his way to the studio, where sound engineers and co-producers greeted him. He put the twins down as he greeted Quincy.

"What do you have for me?" Michael questioned as he looked around the room.

"You know, Michael, we've been laying down demos for this album, but we never truly talked about what you want from this." Quincy sat down in the chair.

Michael tilted his head. "I want something that can sell bigger than Thriller."

Quincy raised one eyebrow. "Bigger than Thriller?"

"Yes, bigger than Thriller. I want to expand myself." Michael said. "I want to put out new sounds in the industry."

Michael had a plan for this new album. In contrast, he didn't have a working name for it. He wanted a new era for himself, a new sound. He knew what he wanted and how he wanted it to be done. Luckily, he had a great team and strong chemistry to get things done.

Bigger than Thriller?" I think I got the thing just for that." Quincy said.

"Yeah?" Michael responded.

"Music technology is booming nowadays, man." Quincy twirled a pencil. "And a new sound could come from that."

Michael listened intently as Quincy explained that he and some other sound engineers. As they explained the Synclavier system to him and how they could incorporate it. They showed him samples as they started to explain different baselines for the experiment. He felt a hand land on his thigh. He looked down and saw Marcus looking up at him. He heard a muttered 'I couldn't contain them' as Bill could entertain them for as long as he could.

Michael knew that Marcus wanted only one thing. He picked him up and placed him on his lap. Cameron followed suit after. They always want to sit with him like this. He is not complaining, but they have taken every opportunity to do it. He tried to listen after that, but the twins just kept distracting him. It was either them trying to touch things or babbling baby noises as they tried to talk to him.

"I'm sorry, everyone," Michael said sheepishly. "Marcus, stop touching that."

"It's completely alright." Quincy laughed. "They're cute kids."

Michael was finally able to calm them down, as the only thing that would. Is Michael sticking his hands out so the twins can play with them.

"I like the samples; they can sound great in the album." Michael nodded his head as he listened.

They spent the next few hours talking about the album. Michael beatboxed to show what he wanted the layering to sound like. And they have made some progress. Michael wanted to take his time with this. Some studio days were meeting things coming to him while doing other things. The night ended with multiple sticky notes on the wall listing possible song names. But a particular note in the middle, circled, is 100 million.

"That's how much I want to sell with this album." He said as he stuck to the wall. "I don't want to forget that."

Michael thanked everybody for a successful session. The twins knocked out a while ago because they got bored with Michael's hands. Bill took Cameron as Michael held onto Marcus.

"You need to bring them to the studio more often," Quincy admitted. "They gave you some juice."

"Maybe I do, maybe I do." Michael laughed as they walked out the door.

NOVEMBER 11th 1985

Michael stood in the children's bedroom on their birthday with his wife. "Guess who's turning four today!" She said loudly as she walked into the twins' room, followed by high-pitched giggles as they woke up.

"Come here." She picked up Cameron to kiss his face.

Michael followed suit as he picked up Marcus and nuzzled his forehead against his. Michael laughed when Marcus placed his hands on Michael's cheeks.

"We have such a great day planned for you two." His wife said she rocked Cameron back and forth. "I have the cutest outfits too."

She walked out of the bedroom to the bathroom. She and Michael stood side by side as they tried to get the twins ready.

"No, Marcus, like this." His wife tried to guide Marcus to brush his teeth correctly. They both had been trying to teach them, more Marcus than Cameron.

He snapped out his thoughts as his wife gasped as she hurried to put a towel under Marcus's mouth. To prevent him from getting spit on his clothes.

"You still did a good job." His wife said as she led him out of the bathroom.

She and Michael went through their usual routine before this grand day started. Michael hoped this day would go well; he didn't want anything to go wrong. Michael planned this birthday party down to the last detail. He couldn't go anything less than fantastic.

The usual fantastical element of Neverland was more of a carousel theme. He noticed months ago that both twins had a fascination with circuses. It was something that the whole family could enjoy. The property was much livelier, with both of your families there to celebrate. Neither of you has had your family like this since your wedding.

Michael sat Cameron and Marcus down as their cousins surrounded them. He smiled as they dragged them off to play games.

"Michael, you outdid yourself with this one." His wife wrapped an arm around his waist. Dropping her head on his shoulder.

"Well, it's their first birthday with us," Michael said. "It had to be special."

The birthday party went smoothly. Michael sat next to the twins as they opened gifts. Family gathered around them as the twins ravaged through packages. Michael helped when they couldn't get something open with their strength.

"Now what do we say when we get a gift?" Michael reminded them.

"Thank you!" The twins said it at the same time, giggling. The audience cooed at their reactions.

Michael handed the last gift to the twins. "Open it."

The twins opened it together, and then they opened the small box. It had gold-plated necklaces with their names on them. They both looked up at Michael.

"A small gift from us to you." Michael had to hold himself steady when both twins gave him a big hug.

"Thank you, daddy." They both said 'normally,' but Michael was stunned.

This was the first time they had called him that. It was either his name or a nickname. He knew he probably had a shocked look, so he tried to school his expression. "Want to put it on?" Michael cleared his throat as he felt it close up.

Michael clasped the necklaces around their neck. He looked over and saw that his wife was tearing up. "Damn these allergies." She grabbed a napkin to dry her eyes.

"Mommy, don't cry." The twins said. His wife let out a wail at their words. Both went over to wrap their arms around her. She returned the hug as she hiccuped.

"You two are so sweet." She clutched their faces.

This moment was a great breakthrough for both parents. As the twins finally became comfortable enough to see them as their parental figures, they called them mom and dad. Compared to months ago, when they first brought them home. They were comfortable with them, sure. But there was still a disconnect. The twins slowly felt more comfortable as they learned that this would be their permanent home, not a temporary one, which allowed them to feel at ease in their presence and in orbit with their world.

Michael watched as his wife helped the twins cut the birthday cake. She stood over them as she guided them through using sweet words.

"I want a big piece!" Marcus said with excitement.

"Oh no, that's too big." She was quick to take the slice as Marcus cut a slice that was as big as his head.

"How about this?" His wife cut a smaller piece.

A sigh came out of his. "Fine."

"Michael, can you get more plates so I can place slices on them?" His wife spoke to him.

"Sure."

Michael walked back to the house and entered the large kitchen. He hummed to himself. But stopped as soon as he felt a presence. He turned to Joseph, standing there in his kitchen.

"You keep dodging me," Joseph said in the quiet kitchen. "You've been dodging me since you quit the tour."

His relationship with his father is strained because of all he did, but it feels even more intense now that he has fully gained his independence and quit the tour. Joseph keeps finding ways to dangle that decision he made months ago over his head.

"Please not now, especially on this day." The last thing he wanted was his good mood to perish on his twin's birthday.

"You're doing well playing a family man in this nice house," Joseph said sarcastically. "Especially with that woman who pushed you away from your family."

Joseph did not like his wife. It doesn't matter that the rest of the family liked her. He believed she filled his head with ideas that ended the Jacksons. Joseph doesn't believe Michael increased his yearning for more freedom in his career or personal life on his own; instead, he believes it was his wife's doing.

"That woman is my wife, whether you like it or not." Michael leaned back as he clutched the counter behind him. "You will respect her."

Joseph let out a sharp laugh that made Michael's heart fasten. "Keep playing house." With that, Joseph went out the back door of the kitchen but turned to say one last word. "We will see how long that lasts."

Michael sucked in a breath as he felt air become thin around him. He hated that Joseph could still make him feel like that little boy with no power. He hated that he still had control over him. His chest quickens as he clutches the counter harder. Michael realizes he's about to have a panic attack.

"Michael." He heard his wife yell, but he slid down against the cabinet as he held his chest.

NOVEMBER 11th 1985. 5PM

"Now what is he doing?" You said as you put down the knife to look around. With a sigh, you wiped your hands clean of buttercream on a towel. You picked up the knife and handed it to Latoya to cut the cake as you looked for Michael.

You walked up the back path to the kitchen, but then you ran into Joseph. You stepped back as your eyes widened before they narrowed.

"Hello." You spoke. "Did you see Michael?"

Joseph looked you up and down. "Yeah, in the kitchen."

You raised an eyebrow at him. You know Joseph doesn't like you. He couldn't stand that you became the person standing between him and the money.

"Joseph, what did you do?" You asked, your voice taking on a defensive tone.

He stared at you before opening his mouth, completely ignoring your question. "I hope you know I don't like you."

You scoffed at the statement. "The feeling is mutual."

You decided not to give him any more of your time as you went around him to the inside of the kitchen. Your heart dropped at the sight of Michael leaning back against the cabinets as he struggled to breathe.

"Baby." You quickly crouched down. You took his hand to put it against your chest. "Follow my breathing."

Michael struggled as he caught his breath, trying to listen to yours. You eventually got him to calm down. You moved to sit next to him against the cabinets. You tried to look in his eyes as he avoided your gaze. You two sat in silence, the only sound your shallow breaths, mixed with Michael's deeper ones.

"I hate having panic attacks." Michael broke the air. "I hate him for what he did to me." His voice broke off at the end.

All you could do was sit there to let him know you were there to comfort him. You tried not to touch him, as he told you a long time ago that he hates touching when he gets like this. It's overstimulating to him. You listened to him instead, and he let it all out.

"I'm 27 years old, and all I could do was cower under him. I hate it." Michael leaned his head back against the cabinet. His shoulders shook lightly as he let out a bitter laugh.

"You must see me as weak." Michael finally looked at you, his eyes dulled.

A completely different Michael was in front of you. Not the one who woke up with you and kissed you sweetly this morning. The happy one who played carnival games with you and the twins. It was the one who was affected by his father, his environment, and the media, and was weighed down by his fame. Not many other people besides you saw it.

"I will never see you as weak, Michael." You put your hand to your heart. "Never."

"You're the strongest person I know." Michael scoffed at your words. "No, listen, you are. You are strong."

You smiled slightly as his eyes searched your face. "I can't escape him, not even on my children's birthday." Michael retorted.

"Fuck him." You suddenly said as Michael widened his eyes at your hard tone. "I'm sorry that sounded harsh."

"But he can't hold onto you anymore. You showed him that." You held out your hand as a sign of permission to touch him. He slowly slipped his hand into yours. "Now he's lashing out in any way that he can."

Michael stared at you. "You always know what to say." Michael booped your nose.

"I know, that's why I'm an attorney," You flipped your hair over your shoulder to lighten the mood.

Michael's eyes crinkled at your antics as he let out a laugh. "Girl, you are a trip."

You smiled, hearing his laugh. You loved that the little sparkle was returning to his eyes. "I love you so much."

He squeezed your head. "I love you too."

"Now let's get back before the twins convince one of your siblings to get more cake." You stood up with your hand out.

Michael stood up with you. "They wouldn't do that." He gasped

You both stared at each other before laughing, as they totally would do that. You two walked out of the kitchen hand in hand.

"Thank you." Michael kissed your head lightly.

"Anytime, baby."

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My man, my man, my man, my baby, my baby!

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CHAPTER TWO

Michael Jackson x Black! Fem Reader

Word Count: 4,550

Author Notes: I wrote this chapter and ended it at like 3,000 words, but as you can see, it didn't end there. This chapter will contain smut. If you're not comfortable with that. Don't worry, it's at the end, so you can skip it.

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SEPTEMBER 1985

A small hand on your stomach woke you up. You looked at the hand before you saw Cameron's face. You already knew why he was in your room. It was a continuous cycle of you waking up cause Cameron couldn't sleep. It seemed like Marcus was adjusting better to his new life than he was. It consists of three scenarios to comfort him. One, where you are sleeping in the bed with him. Or you would peek in their room to see both twins cuddled together.

Lastly, Michael bawled in the bed as both twins slept on him. Michael said he enjoyed sleeping with them as he felt the twins helped with his insomnia. He could actually get some sleep sometimes. No matter how goofy the image of his long legs awkwardly hanging out of the bed is.

You smiled at Cameron as you made your way out of bed to theirs. Michael made sure that their room was spacious and filled to the brim with everything a child could dream of. Michael filled the room with toys, bright colors on the walls and furniture, and everything. Nothing about this room was boring.

You sat on Cameron's bed. "Having trouble sleeping tonight?"

Cameron nodded his head as he clutched the teddy bear that Michael gave him.

You nodded your head before you wrapped your robe tighter around your body and slipped off your house shoes. You lie back in the bed, opening your arms to Cameron.

"Want to cuddle?" You asked as Cameron quickly got into your arms and lay his head on your shoulder. You rubbed his small back as you moved to get more comfortable.

You kissed the top of his head. "Is that better?"

He nodded his head mutely. You slowly hummed to him lowly. You mentioned in passing that the voice might not be as soothing as Michael's voice. But Marcus said that he likes your voice. And you felt your heart stop from how cute he said it.

You felt Cameron's body slump more against you as his breathing leveled out. He was finally able to sleep. You're just going to make sure he stays asleep before you decide to move.

You moved your head slightly as Michael's body came into view. "Trouble with sleeping again?" He nodded his head towards Cameron.

"Yeah." You whispered.

Michael made his way towards Marcus's bed. He picked up that one ugly stuffed animal and put it back on his bed. You couldn't stand it, but Marcus loved it.

Michael leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Marcus's head before he made his way to Cameron's bed. He joined your hand with a large one as he rubbed Cameron's back.

"Sorry for being late, was making some demos," Michael whispered in the quiet air.

"It's fine, you have a working name for that album yet?"

"No, it's too early for that." Michael lightly chuckled.

You hummed as the two of you sat in silence. The noises were the light breaths Cameron made. Michael lay his head on the bed. The moonlight seeping from the curtain window was hitting his face just right. He truly looked beautiful, his face bare of makeup as he was fresh from a shower. He finally felt comfortable enough to wear fewer clothes in the house as his vitiligo progressed.

Michael felt your stare and moved his head slightly to look at you. "What?"

"You're so beautiful."

"Stop it, you're embarrassing me," Michael said.

"You are truly beautiful, and I'm going to continue to say it until you believe it." You mentioned.

Michael looked at you before he turned his head. He glanced around the room and then back at you. "I always wanted something like this."

You raised your eyebrow silently to question what he meant as you made eye contact with him. "I've wanted to have something like this since I was a child."

Michael rubbed Cameron's back absently as he was deep in thought. "I might not have been able to do that for myself." He smiled as Cameron snuggled deeper into you. "But I hope I'm able to do that for the twins. I'm starting to think it was truly a blessing and meant for us to have them, baby."

You smiled as you gently moved to make space in the cramped bed. You cradled Cameron's head to make sure he didn't wake up. "Come here." You patted the space made.

Michael got up and slowly lay down so as not to make much noise. You moved slightly so that Cameron ended up between you.

"I have always loved how resilient you are, how caring you are after everything you have been through." You reached over to grasp his hand. "Not many people would, but you are. These children already adore you, Michael, so I say goal accomplished."

"You are a good man, a great husband and father." You looked him in the eyes. "I hate that other people can't see what I can, but at the end of the day, fuck them."

"Don't let those opinions affect you, Michael. Cause if you look around, you have a small, beautiful world." You let go of his hand to point at yourself, Cameron, and Marcus. "A very beautiful one that loves and supports you, remember that."

Michael was staring at the ceiling, and you could see him wipe one of his eyes. "Sorry, I'm a lot more sentimental and sensitive tonight," Michael said as he cupped a hand over his mouth before letting it down.

"It's alright, baby." You squeezed his hand.

"Thank you." He looked at you again before smiling. "Tinker Bell."

"Oh, don't start that again."

"What? You've always been the Tinker Bell to my Peter Pan."

You laughed softly, but your movements stopped when Cameron stirred slightly. You hope you two didn't wake him up. But it didn't seem enough, as he kept sleeping.

"Okay, Bambi." You replied to Michael.

Michael rolled his eyes. "I don't get that nickname."

"I can't believe you don't get it." You said in disbelief. "It's because your eyes remind me of a deer, it's cute."

"Oh."

"Oh? That's all you have to say?" You laughed at his cute expression.

"I don't know what you want me to say." He giggled.

You two went back in silence as Cameron shifted again in bed. You decided it was probably about time to get out of Cameron's bed. You fixed his pajamas before you looked at Michael as a signal.

Michael slowly got out of bed as you followed suit behind him. You turned and fixed the covers so they fully covered Cameron. You leaned down and kissed him. "Goodnight, lovebug."

Michael followed suit as he kissed his head and lightly rubbed his head. You walked out of the twins' bedroom as Michael wrapped his arm around you. You two went back to your bedroom.

You sent a glare to the side when you felt Michael's hand slide from your waist. Instead, he grabbed your ass before giving it a light slap.

"What? I like how you look in these pajamas." Michael slides his eyes down your body.

"These are really simple." You laughed.

"I don't care, you look sexy." He kissed you lightly.

Soon, the kiss turned more feverish and intimate. You both angled your faces as Michael placed his hands on your waist to pull you closer.

Michael pulled back before saying. "Our anniversary is coming up soon. Maybe you will get a surprise at the end of the night."

"Oh, what's the surprise, Mr. Jackson?" You smiled.

"You'll see soon."

SEPTEMBER 15th 1985

"Boys." You called out as you walked through the large house. You just came back from work after a long meeting with a client, as he didn't understand the charges the judge granted.

You were alone with the twins tonight as Michael was filming for Captain EO. You left the boys in the care of the housing staff. You trusted them to take care of them, as Michael vetted each one before they worked at your home.

You eventually made your way to the bedroom after hearing someone talking. You pushed the door open.

The head maid was crouched, blocking the view as she tried to bribe the twins.

"Let's put it down- Mrs. Jackson, I don't know how they did this." The head maid turned towards you as she noticed your presence.

You finally saw the scene as she moved out of the way. Cameron and Marcus on the ground with Bubbles in the middle? You looked around at your makeup scattered around them. And makeup on Bubbles' face. The most bizarre thing was that the twins continued their activities, and Bubbles calmly sat there letting it happen. He actually looked interested as one of the twins showed him the makeup.

You don't know how they got to your makeup. Or even know where it was. You walked over to where the head maid was and told her she could go, as you would handle this.

"Boys, what have you gotten into?" Both of them looked up at you.

"Look, we made Bubbles pretty!" Marcus exclaimed, proud of his work.

"I can see." You retorted as you crouched down.

"Bubbles, they did a number on you." Bubbles tilted his head at your voice.

"Now I love the artistic element we did here today." You looked at both twins with a more stern expression. "But let's not do it again, okay?"

You looked at the makeup on the pristine wooden floors. And then back to that makeup that you spent money on. The foundation you spent the most on is dripping onto the floor. You shook your head with a sigh. This is why you buy the cheap shit.

"I'm sorry," Cameron said instead of Marcus.

"It's okay, we just have to use a different outlet, like actual art supplies." You smiled gently at them both.

"I have to take a picture though cause it's too cute." You stood up quickly as you searched for your Polaroid.

"Says cheese." You held the camera up to the scene of Bubbles with foundation and eye shadow on his face, with the twins smiling widely.

"Now you two are going to have to help me clean Bubbles and this mess, okay?" You crouched down, starting to pick up the makeup.

"Okay." The twins said as they followed suit.

Once you are satisfied with all the makeup back in your container, note to put it in a different space later for the twins. You turned back to the mess on the ground.

You went to ask the staff for some cleaning products. And now you are on your hands and knees, scrubbing the stubborn foundation off. You only had the twins wipe the mess off the floor with towels, as you didn't want them touching cleaning products.

You leaned back on your knees as you were finally able to get all of it. You cleaned everything else up off the ground after. You looked at the aftermath, even though you were able to clean it. There were still some remnants. You're going to get a maid to come and clean this later.

You look up at Bubbles that you sat on your bed ottoman. Right, you still have to clean him. With a sigh, you beckoned the twins to you as you picked up Bubbles.

All four of you went to your bathroom. You stripped Bubbles of his clothes so you wouldn't get them wet. You placed him on the large countertop. And reached for the pet shampoo as you poured it into a face towel.

"Bubbles, you're going to have to keep your eyes closed like this." You made a motion of closing your eyes. He copied your motions back at you.

You gently started scrubbing his face clean of the makeup. Luckily, the twins only managed to get on his face. You felt a light tug as Marcus looked at you.

"I want to try."

You placed the face towel down and reached to place Marcus on the countertop. You looked at Cameron. "Do you want to do it too?"

"Watch," Cameron said, but raised his arms to signal he wanted to be up there too.

After you placed Cameron on the countertop, you picked up the towel again. You turned towards Marcus.

"You want to be gentle like this." You placed the towel on Bubble's face in a gentle curve, the makeup disappearing. You rinsed the towel out before adding more shampoo, then handed it to Marcus.

"I'll watch you, okay?" You stood slightly back. "Gentle." You reminded him as he made harsh movements, but soon he became more gentle as he washed Bubbles' face.

It became a repeated cycle: you rinsed, added more shampoo, and Marcus cleaned while Cameron watched. You didn't even see Michael come into the room, let alone into the bathroom.

"What is going on here?" You smiled at Michael's voice.

"Oh, the twins had a little adventure today." You replied, noting that both boys had a sheepish expression on their faces at your words.

"I'll tell you about it later, I have pictures to prove it." You laughed lightly.

SEPTEMBER 21st 1985

You and Michael were at the front door of Havyenhurst. Today was your wedding anniversary. And this was also one of the rare moments when Michael wasn't busy, so he wanted to make the most of it. Katherine agreed to take Cameron and Marcus for the night. She wanted to spend more time with them anyway.

You smiled lightly as Janet opened the door. "If it isn't my favorite married couple." She looked at the twins. "My nephews!"

Janet opened her arms as the twins reached out to her. The few times you and Michael brought them here. Janet was the one they bonded with the quickest among the siblings.

Michael handed the twins' bags to the maid standing behind Janet. As you watched, Janet placed kisses all over their faces.

"We'll be back to pick them up tomorrow," Michael said.

"Oh, it wouldn't matter if you came back two weeks later. I love spending time with them." Janet said back.

"Thank you." You smiled as Michael grabbed your hand.

"Oh, don't thank me," Janet responded before she turned back into the house, the door closing soon after.

You made your way back to the car as Michael opened the door. You sat there as he turned the car on.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive?" You questioned.

"That's twice you've asked me, you don't trust me to drive?" Michael retorted before he made a deadpan expression at you as you sucked in a breath.

"It's not that I don't trust you, I just think I would like to make it to this dinner."

"Bye, I drove us here without problems, and I'll get us to the restaurant too." Michael rolled his eyes before driving.

"I'm sorry." You pouted at him.

"Whatever." He ignored your giggles at him.

It was the same restaurant where Michael proposed to you. He thought of that day as a turning point in his life. While you thought it was a normal day. You remembered him being nervous as he got on one knee. You gasped as he showed the ring. After you said he said yes. You hugged him before he quickly ripped away, as he said he was about to throw up and ran off. You remember asking him later what happened.

'I guess I threw up from how nervous I was.'

You snapped out of your thoughts as Michael opened the door. You grabbed onto his hand as he led you out of the car. You two made it inside as the greeter welcomed you. You knew you didn't have to be discreet cause as you expected, Michael bought the restaurant out for the night. So it was just the two of you tonight.

The greeter guided you to the restaurant's top floor. You waited as Michael pulled out your chair to sit. And sat directly across from you. You looked down at the menu before you noticed Michael's stare.

What?" You stilled your head with a small smile.

"You look beautiful tonight, baby." Michael reached for your hand from across the table.

"Thank you." You rubbed your thumb on his hand as you looked back down at the menu.

"So good it makes me want to jump across this table." You snapped your head up as Michael smirked at you.

"You play too much." You shook your head.

"Never too much for you, girl." You felt your face warm up as Michael's stare grew intense.

You darted your gaze away as he continued to stare. Even when the waiter came, introduced themselves, and you two ordered what you wanted. You felt Michael gaze at you now and then throughout the dinner. Even now, as you two share a dessert

"What do you want?" You questioned as you scraped your spoon across the plate.

"What? I can't just stare at my beautiful wife?" Michael laughed lightly.

"It seems like you want more."

He hummed. "Maybe I do."

You shot an eyebrow up as you stared at him. Michael got up from his seat and moved it closer to you.

"I like this dress, I like the way it looks on you." You looked down at the black dress.

He leaned in closer, and you could smell his cologne. "I can't wait to get you out of it."

You stifled a gasp as Michael rubbed your thigh that was exposed by the split in your dress. You were a bit stunned as he continued eating, commenting on how good the dessert was, as if he didn't just do what he did.

You quickly composed yourself as he still had his hand on your thigh. Michael continued normally. Conversing with the waiter when they came back. You thanked the heavens when Michael asked for the check. You rose from the table as Michael gave the waiter a tip. You two moved through the restaurant, only stopping as the owner was at the door.

"It was a pleasure to serve you and your wife for your anniversary, Mr. Jackson."

Michael nodded his head and said thank you as you went out the door. You maneuvered your way back to the car, guided by Michael. The ride back to your home was silent. You looked out of the corner of your eye at Michael. His hands were holding the wheel tighter. You could see his sharp jawline as he clenched it.

You saw the grand entrance to your house that led to a long driveway. You followed Michael's movements as he moved to the side. You let him guide you to the entrance. You barely had time to lock the door before hands grabbed your waist. Michael's lips touched yours as he kissed you like a man starved. Michael guided you to the wall, where you wrapped your leg around his waist.

"I couldn't resist you tonight, you looked too damn good." He breathes before moving to your neck. Michael slowed his movements as he suck your neck. You made a small moan as you threw your head back.

Michael guided his head lower to your chest. He slipped your strap down. He pulled back in amazement. "No bra? I didn't even notice."

You opened your lips, but Michael licked your nipple, swirling around it. You shuddered as Michael's hand rubbed your other breast.

"Fuck, Michael." You clutched the back of his neck. He hummed as he let go of your nipple. He stood up straight again as he smirked at you.

"Let's take this off, I want to see you." Michael stepped closer as he reached behind you to unzip your dress. Your dress fell to the ground in a heap. You couldn't help but be shy under his gaze as he bit his lip at you. You started to bend down to take off your heels, but he stopped you.

"I want you to keep them on while I eat you out." He leaned in. "Take off the underwear."

You took off your panties, his hand sliding to yours to take them as he stuffed them in his pants pocket. "A prize from my pretty wife."

You yelped as Michael picked up and carried you to the bedroom. He laid you on the bed. He was above you as he kissed you again, biting your lip. He moved to your chest, to your stomach. He raised one of your legs to kiss your calf, placing kisses as he moved up your leg. Stopping at your inner thigh before dropping your leg.

He moved his body between your legs, spreading them wider. "Ready?" He asked.

You nodded your head as your answer. But he made a sound with his mouth in disapproval.

"Words, I want to hear words."

"Yes." You breathe out.

You arched your back as Michael licked a long stroke up your pussy with his tongue. He lapped at your juices, taking one hand to spread your lips apart.

You squirmed under him as you tried to close your legs around his head from intense pleasure. But he used his other hand to stop your thigh. You felt him wrap his lips around your clit as he did smaller licks. You jolt your body as a reaction as he continued to suck your clit.

He pulled back. "Moan louder for me, baby. I want to know that I'm making you feel good."

His fingers that held your lips moved as he slipped one finger inside. He nudged his finger deeper as his tongue lapped at you. He pulled back again as he added another finger.

"You feel so good around my fingers." He sped up his movement as he watched your body react to him. You shakily let out a breath as Michael continued to finger you. You reached down and wrapped a hand around his wrist from the intense stimulation.

Michael leaned toward your face as he kissed again. You felt his breath on your lips as he spoke. "Yeah? Does it feel good? Let me hear you." He fingered you faster, his thumb starting to rub your clit.

"Come on, baby, cum for me." Michael continued the movement with his hand. As you gripped his arm hard, moans bounced off the wall.

"Yes." He whispered as he felt your clench around him, signaling an oncoming orgasm.

"I'm going to cum." You cried out as your back arched. Michael wrapped his lips around you as your orgasm came, savoring you.

He pulled back as your body went slack. He hovered over you again as he kissed you lazily. Letting you taste yourself as he wrapped his tongue around yours.

You pulled back. "Let me suck you, Michael."

Michael raised a sharp eyebrow. "You want to do that?"

"Yes."

Michael sat back as he moved out of the bed. You were amazed that he was still fully clothed, even as the air felt hot to you. He shook off his jacket, then his shirt. He unbuckled his pants, bending slightly to take them off. You bit your lip, looking at his body.

You moved toward gripping his hips to be closer. You moved one of your hands to cup him through his underwear. You felt him groan as his hand cupped your jaw in a gentle caress. You rubbed him, feeling how hard he was, before pulling down his underwear. Michael's dick fell out, slapping against his stomach. You always marvel at how big he was. You wouldn't think with his frame that he was packing, but he was.

You wrapped your hand around him, pulling the skin back to reveal his head as you stroked him. "Baby, don't tease."

You wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking lightly before pulling back. You continued to stroke him before putting him back in your mouth, deeper. Michael's large hand gripped your head. His head fell back as small moans left his mouth.

You tried to take most of him in your mouth, stroking what you couldn't reach. "Just like that." Michael moved your head a little bit.

You reached up to cup his balls with your other hand, massaging them. Michael moaned loudly before he took complete control as he shoved your head deeper. You controlled breathing through your nose as Michael used your mouth.

"Wait." Michael pulled off of him. "Wait, stop." He gripped your wrist to stop you from massaging his balls.

"I have to fuck you, I don't want to cum like this."

You held in a yelp as Michael manhandled you onto the bed. He hooked your legs around his waist. He moved his hips to grind his dick against you in slow, sensual movements before he lined up.

"You want this," Michael whispered in your ear.

"Fuck me." And that's all it took as Michael pushed his tip in. You squirmed underneath from the intrusion. It doesn't matter how many times you two have sex; he doesn't get any smaller.

"It's okay." He sank in deeper, making small noises as you clenched around him. "Almost there."

You closed your eyes in pleasure as he was finally all the way inside of you. Michael grinded slowly against you before making shallow thrusts.

"Oh, Michael." You moaned as you gripped his arms.

Michael leaned closer to you as he angled his hips down, setting a rhythmic pace. He dropped his head to your neck and kissed it again, sucking more marks on your neck. You wrapped your hands around his back.

"You feel so good, I like feeling like this." He rasped. "Been so long since I had you."

Michael sped up as he started to pound into you. You felt your body move as the heavy headboard started to move lightly against the wall from his pace.

"Michael, you're fucking me so." You gripped his back harder. "So good."

"Yeah?" Michael changed position as he bent your legs back against you. "You're gripping me so hard, you take this dick so well." He sat at a faster pace as he felt his orgasm coming.

You felt you were about to cum as you felt warmth pooling in your abdomen. "I'm going to cum."

Michael slipped a hand between your legs as he started to rub your clit. "Cum for me, baby. I want it." You arched your back as your orgasm came in explosions.

"Shit." Michael gripped your legs as he said your name before letting out the most erotic moan as he came inside you.

He slumped over you as you both caught your breath. The room's silence was comforting as you lay there. You giggled lightly as Michael pressed small kisses against you. "We can't go that long again without having sex."

"We've been busy, you know, with the children." You sighed. "But I agree that it has been a while."

"I love you," Michael said as you played with his curls.

"I love you too." You laughed loudly as Michael made dramatic kissy noises at you. You dodged, but he soon followed with more kisses.

"Michael, stop." You giggled.

"Never, my love, you're just so cute."