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life ain’t so bad at all ❤︎⁠

[pytfromnyc]

welcome to my blog !!

bri. 9teen. she/her. black & puerto rican.

> table of contents !!

> request + asks are open !!

[pytfromnyc]

🪷 — here’s a little sneak peak !! I’m not even halfway done omfg 💔.

michael stayed at the front of the room, scared to even move from his spot. "I can't express to you how sorry I am. Its been really lonely at the house without you. it's isn't even a home if you're not in it. I miss you so much it—.

you cut him off. "are you still in contact with diana?"

he looked at the ground in shame, his hands in his pockets. "well yeah she's—"

you cut him off again. "then you're just wasting your breath. none of this even matters if you don't have the balls to talk to her face to face and set boundaries like the grown man you are."

michael just stood there, letting every bitter word wash over him. the venom in your voice didn't push him away—it did the exact opposite. hearing you curse him out secretly turned him on. after all this time, he was just desperate to be in your presence again.

what do we think guyssss, are we loving it or hating it?

edit : comment if you want to be tagged 🥹

[pytfromnyc]

🪷— my next fic is sooooo angsty oh my gosh. it’s gets messy guys. It’s gonna take a couple days to write but I’ll make it worth your wait.

[pytfromnyc]

🪷 — can someone inform me on what kinktober isss like i wanna participate!! im new to this not true to this 😭

[babyydolllyyy]

thank you @erz3ngel for the tag ilyyy! 𐙚🧸ྀི

what are 5 things that are always in ur bag?

1. hand cream (always the ones i get as gifts for christmas so i always smell like cinnamon and gingerbread ^^)

2. lipgloss

3. keys with hundreds of keychains + wallet

4. gums (i chew gums all the time its an addiction atp)

5. a book

˙⋆✮ tags (no pressure): @lanawitch4 @lust4lfe @h0neymoon08 @divinedoll2005 @kimberlyxmon @cutiieepatootiii @sixk0-braiin0

[kimberlyxmon]

Thank you @babyydolllyyy for the taaag I LOVE these 🤍

what are 5 things that are always in ur bag?

1. Gisou Sticky Toffee lip gloss + Rituals hand lotion

2. Hair brush (if it fits)

3. Lip liner (usually Cappuccino NYX)

4. Wallet + keys

5. AirPods (need new ones desperately)

H.M: depends where I am going but often times I take spf with me or my pencil case if I’m going to uni or a book if I’m going to the park and PERFUME I never leave without perfume even tho I spray myself before I leave I’m just addicted to chemicals lol

tags (no pressure): @prosperousprophet @serendipityepiphany @blondexdoll @ohdeergirl

[prosperousprophet]

airpods

perfume (warm vanilla sugar)

aquaphor lip repair stik

deodorant

pens or pencils because you just never know

no pressure tags: @unicorngirl2007 @serendipityepiphany @duhitsemmuh @starlithotline @beepbeepblerp @sleepyhead0110

[duhitsemmuh]

pads

lipgloss

wallet

random coins

candy/gum

@starlithotline @mel6ncholi @terrifyrr @strawkikix0x0 @fizzycakepop @julietteisreal @v4nillangel + anyone i forgot!!

[fizzycakepop]

1. pads (same)

2. my auqaphor

3. wallets

4. gum

5. handcream (and a little photo of me)

@meiiy0k @miratate @whimsyaubz

[miratate]

1. water

2. pen / mini notebook

3. snack

4. lip balm

5. kohl eyeliner

thank you for tagging me i love tag games! MWAH @alohaluz @starlithotline @prettyangel008

[alohaluz]

THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS TAGGING ME PRINCESS 🩷🩷🩷

1. my kindle

2. bottle of water

3. wallet

4. coffee (yes i always have a bottle of coffee)

5. my keys

@capevans3000 @ttangerinexo

[capevans3000]

This is fun!

1. Water bottle

2. Ear pods

3. Recyclable shopping bag

4. Home keys

5. Sunglasses

@theoldstorybook @fairyofurdreams

[fairyofurdreams]

THANK YOU FOR THE TAGG!

brown lip liner

a loose cigarette

a spare diaper (young mam core)

an eyebrow pencil

my keys!

@mariet-eva @unknwnbrii @softformj !!!

[pytfromnyc]

thanks for the tag queen <33

1. travel perfume

2. charger

3. my reading glasses 💔

4. keys

5. wallet

@fleurjasmi @heartsmashing

[pytfromnyc]

so you think you can dance?

era : bad

pairing : michael jackson x black!fem reader

summary : you and michael have a dance battle !!

warnings : written with black!reader in mind but no descriptions were used, fluff, established relationship (engaged), mention of bad sleeping habits, cursing, reader used to be a competitive dancer, pet names (baby, honey, angel, and mama), mostly proofread

a/n : I got this idea from @coornballz ‘s post !! here you go queen 🥹.

disclaimer : I use em dash but I don’t use ai !!

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touring was hell, worse than hell.

the traveling back and forth, lack of sleep, and the constant feeling of being behind the clock was rough on both you and michael. if you knew about all this before agreeing to come…you still would’ve came. being away from michael for too long made you go through withdrawals. plus, you wouldn’t want him to go through this alone.

currently, michael was performing in wembley. he was phenomenal, perfect even. you were a little biased but if you were to ask anyone else in the room, they would agree. his singing and dancing could not be compared to anyone else in the industry—he was one of a kind.

however, there was a tiny problem. michael didn’t know how to turn his adrenaline off, let alone stay off his feet. after every show, he would practice in the suite while you were asleep. he would get frustrated when he couldn’t hit the move like he wanted to or whenever he missed a step. you would try and bait him into coming back to bed once you realized he was gone but he swore he wasn’t tired. michael was a determined man, never taking a break until he was perfect.

forcing michael to come back to bed was a losing battle. and you know what they say, if you can’t beat them, join them—and that’s exactly what you’ll do tonight. you were on a mission.

michael came off the stage all sweaty and musky, glowing from the performance. this might’ve been one of his best looks in your opinion. the way his hair was sticking to his forehead, his heavy breathing, and don’t get started on his outfit—especially that belt. you could stare at this for days.

“oh my gosh you did so incredible honey! you were so amazing!,” you shouted. the crowd made it hard to hear your own voice.

michael pulled you in, resting his head on the crook of your neck. he didn’t care how sweaty he was. “thank you baby, I don’t know what I’d do without you here.”

michael was experiencing the brunt of touring. he had it worse than you—the interviews, over the top performances, and lack of sleep left him and his body aching. even when he did have free time, he would continue to work.

you’ve tried everything to break him out of that habit but nothing worked. the man was a dancing machine—always putting on a performance even when nobody is watching.

the travel from the dressing room to the awaiting car was pure chaos. there was paparazzi, reporters, fans, and security in every corner. you could barely tell where the car was due to all of the commotion. michael held your hand as he made his way through the back exit, keeping you as close as possible. sometimes he would stay a little after to interact with everyone he could—but not today. his body was working on auto pilot, it was amazing he was even still standing. you knew that tonight was the night he will go back to bed with you, no matter what it takes.

the car ride back to the hotel was very quiet. michael was slumped in his seat, his head bobbing up and down—the fatigue was starting to hit him hard. you gently leaned his head on your shoulder, trying your best not to wake him up. michael was the lightest sleeper on planet earth. he would wake up in the middle of the night if you even thought about getting out of bed.

you loved every moment you had alone with michael. whenever it was just you and him, everything was peaceful. there was no one to disturb you nor did anyone constantly need his presence—he could just be michael. the same michael who would never let you leave without paying him in three kisses. the same michael who puts your needs before his own—even though you tell him to take care of himself first. the same michael who felt comfortable enough to let you into his heart. you sometimes wonder how did you get so lucky to get the most phenomenal man.

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the suite was huge, the living room itself was the size of your entire apartment. all you could think about was washing this long day off of you and crash into bed.

the shower was warm, steamy, and a little crowded. michael insisted he had to take a shower with you, leaving no room for discussion. this wasnt any new behavior. if anything, you would be concerned if he didn’t shower with you. the first time you showered together, he joked that it was “to save water” despite being able to pay a country’s worth of water bills. now it was apart of your regular routine.

you changed into your pajamas and put on your bonnet before finally laying down, dragging michael down with you. getting him to sleep was legitimately a sport, even if it was just a nap. the bed was more comfortable than it looked. the second you snuggled under the covers, you went straight to sleep. nothing could wake you up—except the absence of your man.

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the clock on the nightstand read 2:08 a.m. and michael, of course, was nowhere to be found. you knew exactly where he was. his soundtrack was playing from the living room. it was playing loud enough for him to hear but not too loud to wake you up. atleast he was being thoughtful.

you wiped the drowsiness from your eyes and made your way towards the music. he was still in his pajamas but now had his loafers on. he was in the zone. it took him a few minutes to finally see that you were standing next to the couch, catching him in the act.

“fancy seeing you here.”

michael sighed. “I know, I know baby. I jus’ had to get up.”

“what’s bothering you this time?”

“I was supposed to do the 5 spins and hold myself on my toes for longer during “Billie Jean” and I..” as he spoke, he kept his eyes on the ground. he was too ashamed to even look you in the face.

you slowly made your way up to him. “baby you put so much pressure on yourself. I didn’t even notice that.”

“yeah but I did, and I know I can do it but my body—”

“—is tired. you’ve been working yourself to the bone because you don’t know what to do with your adrenaline.” you laid both of your hands on the side of his face, forcing him to look into your eyes. “and I’m going to help you get the rest you need.”

michael raised his eyebrows. “oh yeah? and how will you do that?”

you lowered your hands from his face and rested them one your hip while the other pointed at his chest. “I challenge you, michael jackson, to a dance battle.”

“a dance battle?”

“yes, a dance battle. don’t tell me you’re too scared to go up against me,” you taunted.

you’re actually a good dancer but michael didn’t know that as of yet. knowing him, he would try to drag you on stage one night and you did not do well in front of big audiences. however, you knew you weren’t going to win against thee michael jackson—you were just baiting him.

“ohhh so you think you’ll win?” he teased.

you shrugged. “I know I can, some may even say I’m better than you.”

michael had to hold back from busting out of laughter. “ok then, show me what you’ve got.”

you changed the music from his soundtrack to my prerogative by bobby brown—one of michael’s favorites. the battle has finally begun.

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for the first round, you didn’t want to do too much. you had to save your best moves for last, obviously. you let your body move to the beat, just playing around in general.

michael watched you with pure amusement. the things you would do just to help him was really heartwarming. never in a million years would he think he would be “battling” his fiancée in the middle of the night. it was bound to happen someday.

once you were finally done goofing off, you handed the floor to him—and he ate your ass up. he wasn’t even doing it full out and he still managed to out dance you. you’ve seen this coming, this is michael jackson we’re talking about. it was clearly a losing fight, but you know you’re gonna turn it up for the finisher. they didn’t call you “michelle” jackson for no reason.

you let michael do his little thing and let him think shit was sweet. he was smiling so hard, but little did he know. the second round was coming around but you still weren’t going to your big one just yet.

michael handed the floor to you and you did a little more than last time. you hit a kick ball change here and there—nothing too crazy. you even teased him by throwing a little ass. one thing about you, you could catch any beat that came your way. he was watching you with every ounce of his attention, practically foaming out the mouth. this battle was nothing but fun, as long as you and michael were cuddling in bed by the end of this.

once again, michael went ham on your ass when it was his turn. he definitely put more effort into this round, things were getting a little more serious now. he even hit you with the moonwalk. how were you supposed to compete with that? by beating him at his own game.

you weren’t playing around anymore. this third round was for all the marbles. you started spamming every move you know: the pimp walk, the shuffle, the robot, the kick, the sidewalk—you even took his moonwalk. maybe it was dirty to use his own moves against him, but all is fair in love and war. you even threw some of your own moves in there to throw him off his game.

michael stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. “when did you learn to move like that?”

“I may have learned a thing or two while watching you.”

he shook his head. “no, no you don’t dance like that just by watching me.”

you held your hands up in surrender. “alright fine, you got me. I may have danced competitively when I was younger but that was ages ago. I’m actually pretty surprised I still could dance like that.”

“so when you danced terribly at all those after parties, you were faking?” michael looked so betrayed.

“faking is a strong word.”

“well I think it’s the most accurate one.”

“you know what, I think you’re stalling. are you scared I won?” you tilted your head, batting your eyelashes.

“alright I’ll finish this, but we are not done talking about this,” he laughed.

you knew michael was gonna beat your ass but he went above and beyond—and that’s exactly what you wanted. the more he dances, the more tired he gets. everything was finally starting to fall into place. his body was visibly tired by the end of his dance.

you playfully rolled your eyes. “you’re lucky I’m rusty, I went easy on you.”

michael was still catching his breath. “rusty? baby, that’s not even close to rusty. I can’t believe you can dance.”

you smiled. “was I that unbelievable?”

“you definitely fooled me.”

“good, that means i did my job.” you were wiping the sweat from your forehead, another shower was definitely needed.

“why didn’t you tell me you could dance in the first place?”

you sat down on the couch. “I know for a fact you would’ve dragged me on stage with you one day. I admire your confidence but I could not imagine dancing infront of thousands of people.”

michael paused the music before joining you, laying your legs over his lap. “doesn’t competitive dancing have an audience aswell?”

“Im gonna hold your hand while i say this.” you took his hands in yours. “two hundred people is different from a hundred thousand people.”

“oh come onn, they would love you.” he was trying to give you his best puppy dog eyes. usually they would work, but tonight you were persistent.

“fuck no. I love you but I could never.”

michael looked at you knowingly. “language.”

you gave him a kiss on the cheek as an apology. “sorry, I’m gonna take another quick shower to wash this sweat off of me. are you coming?”

“is that even a question?” michael gently laid your legs back on the ground before getting off the couch, reaching out for your hand.

you took his hand as he led you to the bathroom. there was something so intimate about being skin to skin, even in a non-sexual way. majority of the shower was spent washing michael since he was too tired to even move his arms—yet he had enough energy to repeatedly kiss you. taking care of him for once really settled your anxiousness, it was so heartbreaking to see michael overburden himself.

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the bed was even more comfortable this time around—and it had nothing to do with the bed. michael was basically suffocating you, laying his entire body on top of you. you’re just glad that he’s finally going to sleep.

“thank you,” michael mumbled, littering kisses all over your shoulder.

you were playing with the hair on the back of his neck, mindlessly twirling it in between your fingers. “for what?”

he lifted his head to look you in the eyes. “I know I haven’t been the easiest person to deal with. I’m just really lucky to have you by my side.”

“I’m not going anywhere angel,” you said as you kissed his cheek. “now get some rest.”

“that was a weak kiss mama.” michael puckered his lips.

you playfully rolled your eyes. “you should appreciate every single one of my kisses. I shouldn’t even give you another one for your rudeness.”

his eyes widened. “ok, ok I’m sorry just give me a kiss.”

“you’re supposed to be sleeping right now.”

“I’ll go to sleep if you give me my kisses,” he countered.

you grabbed michael’s face and gave him three quick pecks on his lips. if it was up to michael, he would’ve kissed you for hours on end. as much as you would love that, he needed his rest. michael laid his head back down onto your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“goodnight honey,” you whispered.

you were waiting for a “goodnight” back but instead saw him asleep. looks like he stayed true to his word. you drifted back into sleep, your body becoming limp in his arms.

mission accomplished.

©unknwnbrii

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I do not consent to using my work for ai in any way,shape, or form. do not copy my work in general.

a/n : I got most of the dance moves from this, this, and this. please BEAR with me I didn’t know how to describe the dance moves 😭. when I was writing this, I didn’t even know that “my prerogative” by bobby brown was one of michael’s favorites until I checked the YouTube comments when I was copying the link. anyways thank you for reading <33

p.s. i absolutely loved writing this, the words came to me so easily.

p.p.s I’m SORRY for writing another bad era but this photo of michael is so good I just had to use it.

[pytfromnyc]

🪷 — I’m gonna take a moment to speak out because genuinely what the fuck. Things have taken such a dark turn lately and I feel like other apps are trying to dim our sparkle. To be fair, I personally don’t like the audios BUT that doesn’t mean I go around and bash people for it. I mind my business like OTHER PEOPLE SHOULDDD.

I also want to talk about how racist people are being. I think we are forgetting that Michael Jackson himself WAS A BLACK MAN. How are you gonna sit here behind a screen and torment black writers for being black. Yall really need to grow tf up this is so childish. I hate seeing people vanish off this app because people are being so fucking rude and disgusting for no reason.

everything was so peaceful in may/june I swearrr. yall always messing something up that’s good and it’s shameful. anyways that’s my ted talk, stay strong everyone !!

p.s. if yall ever come into MY inbox and start playing in MY face, you will be ignored.

[pytfromnyc]

uhm HELLO i just read your latest fic and i am utterly OBSESSED with your writing style and js the storyline in general (especially as a student literally overwhelmed with assignments constantly 🥹) anyways i literally love you and thank you for blessing my 4am tumblr scrolls with this masterpiece 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

I’m so glad you enjoyed it !! finals week was literal hell so I was getting war flashbacks the more I wrote 😭😭. I love you anon and thank you so much for reading 🫶🏽🫶🏽.

[pytfromnyc]

workin day n night

era : pre thriller

pairing : michael jackson x college student!black!fem reader

summary : michael notices how hard you were working yourself and takes matters into his own hands. that’s all ima say for now.

warnings : fluff, mention of sleep deprivation, mention of bad eating habits, flirty friendship, mutual pining, friends to lovers, suggestive themes, pet names (angel and mama), semi proofread

a/n: I don’t really like this one but it’s wtv. I’ll fix the errors in this tmr cause im tired asf. anyways, enjoy reading <3

disclaimer: I use em dash but I don’t use ai.

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it wasn’t finals week, it was your final week. the flashcards you made were starting to taunt you, mocking your brain for not remembering a single word you’ve studied in the past 5 hours. the notebook sitting in your lap wasn’t a big help either.

your professors were definitely not making it easy for you. they announced earlier in the week that most of the questions on the test would be short answer—basically making your life hell. these people were so cruel to make you suffer like this, especially on a friday.

the phone suddenly rings underneath the piles of paper, breaking you out of your train of thought. who could be calling you at two a.m.?…michael. this man never sleeps if his life depended on it. you immediately pick up before it could go to voicemail, desperate for a break.

“michael, what’re you doing up?”

he laughed. “I could say the same to you too, angel. I was expectin’ you to be asleep around this time.”

you did not have time for his antics right now, you were stressed enough as is. “well, you’re the one who called me.”

“and you’re the one who picked up.” the smug tone in michael’s voice was becoming increasingly irritable the more he spoke.

“whatever, why are you calling so late?”

he twirled the phone cord between his fingers. “I was wonderin’ if you could come down to the studio. I could use your company.”

you glanced at the flashcards in your hand.“that’s sweet but I’m a little busy right now. plus, we both know I can’t be distracting you.”

“pleaseeee? I’ll make it worth your time. it doesn’t have to be for long, I jus’ miss you,” he begged.

he was making it very hard for you to say no. the way michael said he missed you made your whole body tense. maybe studying could wait a couple of hours. “be there in thirty.”

after hanging up, you quickly dressed into something comfortable and put on some makeup. the concealer bottle was almost empty from how much you used for your dark circles. the last thing you needed was michael becoming worried about you. you packed your flashcards with the other items in your purse, just in case.

because it was so late, the drive over went by pretty quickly. It had been an entire month since you last saw michael. with most of his days spent in the studio, time together was hard to come by. still, no matter how grueling his schedule became, he always managed to call—even if it was just for five minutes.

as you parked in his driveway, a heavy knot tightened in your stomach—your heart hammering against your ribs. you were more nervous than you cared to admit. hearing his voice through a speaker was nothing compared to facing him in person. flipping down the vanity mirror, you gave your hair and makeup one final check, took a deep breath, and opened the car door.

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the studio was organized chaos. there were notebooks, sticky notes, cassette tapes, and pens on every flat surface. this was michael’s second home, spending every waking moment behind the microphone. quincy was currently making him repeat the same verse over and over, giving him notes on how to improve his performance. even if quincy wasn’t forcing him to redo it, he would still record multiple retakes until he was satisfied with his vocals. this album can’t be short of perfection—it needed to be better than the last.

suddenly, the door opened as you appeared into the room. he could no longer hear what quincy was trying to tell him. god, you looked even more beautiful than he remembered. you’re always gorgeous, but something about today made him feral. he couldn’t fathom not being able to have you in his presence—physically pained by your absence. hearing your voice was nice but he preferred to have you within arms reach. everything about you was the perfection he was missing.

michael didn’t waste a second, abandoning the booth to race toward you. next thing you know, he’s pouncing on you, crushing you into his chest. his arms pulled you into a tight hug and squeezed you as if you were going to disappear. his lips repeatedly kissing your cheek.

all the air in your lungs was now gone from the impact. “well hello to you too.” you wrapped your arms around him eagerly, squeezing him as hard as you could.

michael buried his head into your neck. “I missed you so much, mama, don’t ever leave me for that long again.”

your hands gripped the back of his shirt. “I missed you too, mikey.”

quincy eyed the two of you suspiciously. he already knew how michael gets when he’s around you. “let’s take 5.. seems like you need it.”

quincy rushed to leave the studio, taking a much needed smoke break. he definitely wasn’t going to be five minutes.

when michael finally loosened his grasp on you, you took the time to really look at him. your eyes drank in every inch of his body. even as his friend, you had to be crazy not to notice how attractive he was. the way he was looking at you made it hard to stand upright—or maybe it was the lack of sleep.

you forced your eyes away from him and looked around. “so, what song has you staying up until,” you checked the clock on the desk, “..two forty-five in the morning?”

“i can show you better than i can tell you,” he smirked.

“wow, thee michael jackson is gonna show me an unreleased song? i think im gonna faint,” you teased.

he playfully rolled his eyes. “stop playin’ with me, girl. jus’ relax and listen, i need another person’s opinion before i add it to the album. im gonna call it ‘the lady in my life’.”

you settled into quincy’s seat, laying your purse in your lap. every detail in this room reflected michael’s mind. it was scattered with ideas and full of imagination. the effort he was putting into this album was visible throughout these four walls. you let your eyes wander until you hear a silken, intimate melody surround you.

you spun your head to look at michael who was already grinning at you. the instrumental felt as if you were listening to love itself. it was so peaceful that it made your heart feel lighter. you were already hooked, not even needing lyrics to know this will be good. just then, michael’s voice began to flow into the song.

there’ll be no darkness tonight

lady, our love will shine (lighting the life)

just put your trust in my heart

and meet me in paradise (now is the time)

holy shit.

your body had goosebumps just from one verse. maybe you were being dramatic, but it was just that good. as the song song progressed, your fingered tapped to the beat, bobbing your head to the music.

so listen to my heart

lay your body close to mine

let me fill you with my dreams

I can make you feel alright

and baby, through the years

gonna love you more each day

so I promise you tonight

that you will always be the lady in my life

who could this be about? there wasn’t a lot of women in his life that you knew of. the only time the subject came up was when he talked about his fan girls. was he hiding something from you? you glanced at michael who was still staring at you, trying to read your expression. you kept your face joyful as you clutched your purse, your knuckles turning white. there’s no way you’re jealous over a song.

lay back in my tenderness

let’s make this a night we won’t forget

girl, I need your sweet caress, oh

reach out to a fantasy

two hearts in the beat of ecstasy

come to me, girl

your unresolved feelings were pushed to the back of your mind the longer you listened. you had no clue michael could be so sexy, so sensual.

(ooh, girl, let me kee you warm) let me keep you warm

(you are the lady in my life) you’re my lady

(fill you will the sweetest love) ooh, the sweetest, yeah

(always the lady in my life) I wanna touch you, baby

(lay back in my tenderness)

(always the lady in my life) doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

(rock me with your sweet caress)

this was just getting better and better. every thought in your brain was gone, replaced with the lyrics that entered your ears. this man was going to make you go crazy.

(always the lady in my life) you’re my lady and I love you, girl

(ooh, girl, let me keep you warm) ooh

(you are the lady in my life) don’t you go nowhere

(fill you will the sweetest love) I love you

(always the lady in my life) I love you, I need you, I want you, baby

(lay back in my tenderness) stay with me

(you are the lady in my life) don’t you go nowhere

(rock me with your sweet caress) and I love you, baby

(always the lady in my life) ooh

ooh, babe

now you get why people act the way they do when they get around him. michael has this force that makes him seem other worldly through his words alone. you were under a damn spell—not that you were complaining.

(ooh, girl, let me keep you warm) I wanna give you all

(you are the lady in my life) now

(fill you with the sweetest love) let me fill you, baby

(always the lady in my life) all over, all over, all over

(lay back in my tenderness) lay back with me

(you are the lady in my life) let me touch you, girl

(rock me with your sweet caress) lay back with me

(always the lady in my life) all over, all over, all over

(ooh, girl, let me keep you warm) all over, all over, all over

(you are the lady in my life) all over, baby, ooh

as the song fades into the distance, you sat there star struck. you felt seduced in ways you couldn’t imagine. the song was so incredibly perfect. michael put pure passion and affection into every word spoken. you could feel the desperation and longing through his lyric. honestly, you could’ve cried.

michaels voice cut through the silence. “so..what did you think?”

you picked at the loose thread on your shirt, avoiding eye contact. “that was… wow. I have no words.”

he scratched the back of his neck. “it’s that bad?”

your eyes widened with panic. “no! no, that’s not what I meant. it’s…beautiful, michael, seriously.” you stood from the chair and gently took ahold of both his hands. “it’s the most amazing song i’ve ever heard. might be one of your best works in my opinion. you were so passionate n’ sultry—your fans are gonna love it. I know I do, especially that ending.”

michael’s saddened expression turned into a smile, raising his eyes to meet yours, “thanks, it took forever to make it.” he ran his thumbs across the back of your hands. “wait.. what do you mean by ‘especially that ending’.”

you bit the side of your cheek, searching for the words to use. how were you supposed to say you were turned on without saying you were turned on? “it’s very, um…it’s very seductive. the way you were begging plus the desperation in your voice really sells the point. it’s like you’re speaking directly to the person listening.”

he nodded his head as you spoke.“so you’re tryin’ to say you felt seduced?”

“I mean.. I guess you could say that,” you mumbled.

he let go of your hands and walked over to the cassette player, taking the cassette out before placing it back into the pile. “that last part was really hard to sing. it was so embarrassin’ to record. I had quincy close the curtains jus’ to do it.”

you were relieved he didn’t question you further. listening to michael talk about music and the process of it all was so pleasing. the way he got so involved and immersed into the subject showed how devoted he was to his craft.

before you could ask him who the song was about, quincy entered into the studio, smelling strongly of cigarette smoke. “cmon smelly, let’s finish this up so I can go home.”

you picked up your purse from the chair, swinging it over your shoulder. “I’ll let you two get back to work, thanks for inviting me mikey.”

michael moved to stand infront of the door, blocking your exit. “wait, don’t leave. you don’t have to go jus’ yet.”

“are you sure? I know how you get about your work.”

“yes, I’m sure. I love having you here, angel. plus, I don’t want you to drive home so late at night.”

you didn’t want to leave either but you liked seeing him like this. “it’s no problem, the roads are empty anyway since it’s so late. I’ll be just fine.”

his face turned serious. “no. I said I don’t want you drivin’ at this time of night. jus’ sit on the couch, please. I promise it’s comfortable.”

you pretended to think about it. “..fine. now get back in that booth before quincy gets mad.”

michael quickly kissed your cheek before retuning back to his music, working even harder now that he had an audience.

————

the couch was as comfortable as he claimed it was. it was so comfortable that you were seconds away from dozing off. since michael was busy, you took the time to study—or atleast try to. the words on the flashcards were starting to blur together. not only was it three in the morning, but it’s been five days since you’ve had proper sleep. you physically couldn’t read another word. the fatigue was definitely starting to hit you hard. you leaned your arm against the couch as you rested your head on your hand. you decided that you’ll rest your eyes for a tiny bit before heading home.

————

michael finished the session at five a.m., finally deciding to call it for the day. quincy basically ran out the door, leaving before michael could even step foot out of the booth. he looked over to the coach to see you knocked tf out. your head was leaning back against the wall while your arms were crossed in front of you. you still managed to look breathtaking in your sleep, he thought. the flashcards sitting in your hand caught his attention, gently taking them out of your hands as he analyzed each card.

michael knew you better than you knew yourself. you always complained to him how stressful testing season is for you. he could tell that you weren’t taking care of yourself. the concealer under your eyes couldn’t hide your exhaustion from him. now it made sense why you were up so late.

“cmon angel, let’s get you to a proper bed.”

instead of forcing you awake, he gently picked you up. you snuggled closer into his neck in your sleep, searching for warmth. michael could’ve died and went to heaven right then and there. he held onto you tighter, securing your legs around his waist as he made his way into hayvenburst.

michael’s room had many copies of his previous album scattered across the floor. currently, you were laying down on his bed, resting your head against the pillow. he gathered your curls in his hand and styled it into a low bun to the best of his ability—tying a scarf over your hair as a finishing touch. michael ran to his private bathroom and grabbed some wipes before returning back to the bed. he gently cleaned all the makeup off of your face with a delicate touch, trying his best not to wake you. once he finished, he tucked you under the covers with a kiss on the cheek.

————

the clock read one p.m. when you opened your eyes. you don’t remember falling asleep in bed at all, especially in a bed that wasn’t yours. you slowly sat up against the headboard, taking in your surroundings. how the hell did you get in michael’s room? you raised your hand to scratch your head when you felt the scarf on top. this man really thought of everything. you lowered your hand over your face. your makeup was gone too. did michael really do all of this for you?

the door opened quietly, revealing michael in his plaid pajama pants and white t-shirt. he met your gaze halfway as he made his way over to your side of the mattress.

“good afternoon, sleepyhead.”

you yawned. “good afternoon, applehead.”

“you seemed to have a good sleep, especially with all that snoring,” he teased.

you nudged his arm. “oh so now we’re just lying? since you must know, I slept great.”

he cut straight to the point, his playful demeanor gone. “that’s good. so, how long?”

“what?”

michael held up one of your flashcards. “how long?”

you glanced between him and the flashcard. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

he huffed frustratingly, trying to remain patient. “yes you do. you haven’t been sleeping, have you?”

you sighed in defeat. “it’s only been a couple of days.”

“how many days?”

“..five.”

michael rubbed a hand over his face. “five days? mama, you can’t be doing this. I know that you get stressed about tests but you can’t treat yourself so poorly. when was the last time you ate?”

“I had a granola bar with some muffins yesterday,” you said, looking down in your lap.

“that’s not a proper meal.”

“well I wasn’t that hungry.”

“y’know what? I’m getting you some food.” he got up from the bed and went down to the kitchen.

michael was already gone before you could protest against it. even if he did hear you, he most likely wouldn’t have listened anyway. you should’ve known that he would’ve caught on eventually—hiding something from him was basically impossible.

he returned to the room with two slices of pizza, water, and a bag of chips. he set up the bed tray over your lap, placing the plate on top of it.

“eat.”

there was no room for questions. you picked up a slice and bit off a piece as he laid beside you. you haven’t even realized how starved you were until your plate was cleared.

the silence between the both of you was becoming too loud. it was very unusual so you started a conversation. “so…who was that song written about?”

michael turned his attention toward you. “the one I showed you?”

“yeah, I mean it’s pretty obvious that you had someone in mind when you sung it.”

he took a moment to think about it before answering. “I’ll tell you when you pass your test.”

you scoffed. “that’s unfair, michael. I’m not gonna pass.”

“first, don’t speak it into existence. second, yes you will. you’re the smartest woman i know and you need to start actin’ like it.”

“no, michael, you don’t get it. I’ve been studying nonstop n’ I still can’t get it right. what if I do all this just to fail? my professor isn’t generous about his grading either which makes it ten times worse. I always work my ass off and get nothing in return. when is it finally going to be my turn, michael?”

tears started to form in your eyes, threatening to spill over. you hated when you got emotional but you couldn’t control it. you just felt so much frustration and anger that you felt like crying. your throat began to burn as the tears dragged down your cheeks.

michael pushed the bed tray out the way and pulled you into his arms, resting your head on his chest. “shh, it’s ok angel. I’m gonna help you, ok? jus’ breathe.”

he rubbed your back soothingly—part of him felt guilty for pushing you too hard. “you’re so much more than a grade, sweetheart. i know you’re goin’ to pass because you worked so hard. even by some chance you don’t, you did the work and that’s good enough. your grades don’t define you as a person nor does it dictate how your emotions. you are the most caring, capable, persistent person I know. dont let school grind you into bits n’ pieces. I need my girl.”

you wiped the tears from your cheeks. “thank you, mikey.”

you lifted your head off his chest and composed yourself. this is so embarrassing, you thought. the tear stains on michael’s shirt didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.

“how about this, I’ll help you study as much as you like, but on one condition.”

you took a sip from your water—damn, you were parched. “I’m listening.”

“you have to stay here so I can make sure you get proper sleep and maintain a healthy eating schedule.”

“is this just an excuse to keep me here longer?” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

he darted his eyes away from your gaze. “..no, this has nothing to do with me.”

“you were almost believable I’ll give you that. but alright, you’ve got yourself a deal, jackson.”

————

an envelope sat unopened on your desk, awaiting to be revealed. its been a couple of weeks since you took your finals—it didn’t go as well as you hoped. there was a 50/50 chance that you passed your exams. michael helped you memorize more material than you studied in a week, using different methods to test your knowledge. however, some of your professors’s tests had a handful of questions that weren’t even on the study guide.

if you were going to open this letter, you needed to have support. you grabbed your phone and dialed michael’s number. it didn’t ring for long before his voice came in through the speaker.

“hey angel, how’ve you been?”

to say you were anxious was an understatement.“my grades came in the mail.”

michael was just as nervous as you. “what does it say?”

“I don’t know! I’m too nervous to open it. I was hoping you could come over.”

“well, I’m still in the studio right now but I can stop by after. is nine ok?”

“nine is great, thank you michael!” you squealed, hanging up the phone.

you tried everything to distract your racing thoughts. you cleaned your entire apartment, took an everything shower, changed your outfit three times, and even rearranged your bedroom. maybe you were going a tiny bit crazy but atleast you weren’t spiraling, right?

you were watching movies on your couch when the doorbell rang. when you opened the door, you expected your pizza delivery but wasmet with michael instead—holding your favorite flowers and snacks. you felt a little silly being in your pajamas since he was dressed so well.

“you do know it’s only eight right?”

he shrugged. “I cut the session short so I could come here early.”

“you did that for me?”

“I know how important this is for you and I didn’t want to keep you waiting. here, take these.” michael held out the flowers and snacks. you weren’t sure if they were a pity gift or a celebratory one but still took them from his hands and placed them on the counter

————

the letter now sat on the coffee table, staring at both you and michael. your body was frozen. you couldn’t even move to pick it up. michael could sense the tension from where he sat—your leg rapidly bouncing against the couch. he swiped the envelope off the table and started to open it.

“what are you doing!” you reached to grab it from his hands.

he held it out of your reach. “jus’ sit back while I open this, you’re too nervous to do it yourself.”

your arms were starting to get tired so you relented. “fine, just give me a second.”

you got up and made your way to the linen closet, retrieving the tissue box before settling back onto the couch.

your eyes were covered with your hands. “ok you can open it now.”

michael took one of your hands from your face and intertwined it with his, ripping open the envelope with the other. he gave your it a soft kiss before he pulled out the piece of paper.

after some time you opened your eyes. michael was cheesing so hard, his pearly white teeth showing. that must mean-

“you did it mama! you passed!”

your brows furrowed. “you’re kidding. that’s a funny joke, really.”

“how about you see for yourself.” he placed the piece of paper in his hand.

safe to say, he wasn’t kidding. there was a mix of a’s, b’s, and c’s but overall, you did really well. you dragged michael into your arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“oh my gosh this can’t be real!”

his hands instantly found your waist, digging his fingers in your shirt. “I’m so proud of you, mama.”

michael didn’t say ‘I told you so’ but he was definitely thinking of it. for now he would just enjoy having you in his arms. you smelled as good as you looked.

your arms still rested around his neck as you pulled away, playing with the hair at the back of his head. “now will you finally tell me who the song was about? I’ve been dying to know ever since I heard it.”

he laughed nervously. “I was just saying that to motivate you.”

“oh c’mon! you can’t just tease me like that. please, michael, just tell me.”

“alright fine, it was…” his words drifted off, unable to find the confidence to look you in the eyes. he stared down at the couch. “..I wrote it about you.”

was this a dream? no way the most beautiful song to ever bless your ears was about you. maybe your feelings weren’t one sided after all. now that you think about it, the signs were always there—god, you’re so blind. the constant phone calls, kissing your cheek, and hand holding made a lot more sense now.

“I don’t think I know what to say.”

michael finally gained the strength to look you in the eyes. “I get it if you’re weirded out by this. I didn’t want to tell you because you’re such a good person and I would hate you lose you-“

your lips impulsively crashed onto his, testing the waters as you caressed his face with your hand. you could feel his body freeze under yours. shit, maybe you moved to fast. you backed away, slapping your hand over your mouth.

“oh my gosh I’m so stupid.”

“no no you’re not stupid. I actually liked it… a lot.”

“really? you seemed a little tense.”

“I was jus’ surprised is all, I’ve been waiting years for you to do that. please do that again.”

you both slowly leaned back in, meeting in the middle. his lips weren’t as stiff this time around, allowing you to feel how soft they really were. the kiss was gentle, radiating with longing and anticipation. as you were about to straddle michael’s lap, the doorbell rang.

“wow so I’m not the only person you called?” he teased.

“I completely forgot I ordered pizza. let me go get it.” you moved to get off the couch before hand grabbed you.

“how about I show you how proud I am instead?”

you didn’t need anymore convincing. the pizza guy could definitely wait.

© unknwnbrii

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a/n : now do you guys see why this took so long 💔. I gave up halfway through it but we ball I guess. anyways, thank you so so much for reading !!

p.s. where did everyone go omg it’s been quiet lately

[pytfromnyc]

🪷 — I’m working really hard to try and get this fic about by tmr !! I’ve been writing like nobody’s business i swearrr. anyways love you guys <3

[pytfromnyc]

🪷 — oh my gosh guys 100 followersss ??? thank you so so so much I’m literally gonna cry. I’m trying to get this fic out as quick as possible but these cramps are giving me a run for my money. I love you guys so so much 🥹🥹 !!

[pytfromnyc]

🪷 — im GENUINELY trying to write but the words aren’t coming out like they do in my head. im also trying to be consistent but the procrastination is starting to hit me 💔. I’m about to tweak in this bitch..

[pierrotdoesnteat]

positivity train!

if you see this or are tagged in it, tag a couple of your favorite mutuals/blogs and let them know you appreciate seeing them on your dash!

@h0neysugarfree @blueberrylovv @bequiteanddriveeeeeee @cherri-bomb-bomb @eg0mechan1c @fatrexicisback

[normanscupcake]

Thxx, @gingermatchalatte 🫶💕💕

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There are so many more moots to this list, just know I love ya all 😭🙏💕🫶

[strawberrycherrycola]

Thank you sm! @normanscupcake 💋💗

@popecodysgirl @sleepingbeautiiies @cuti3-81 @andrewpuppycody @jackabbotsarms @sabrinajamesluvbot @princessofphiladelphia @babystrwberry

There’s more to this list but these blogs come to mind!! 🪽💘

[popecodysgirl]

tysm for the tag @strawberrycherrycola ily mwah 😘🫶

@shoniebalognie @robinavitchslut @ceriseangels @mariasont @whatif-ialreadydid @lostalioth @mast3rbait3r @mahoganybimbo @romantic-insomniac @atlaslapis @mysatnin @lanadelreyylover @baransdollie @neverendingdreamers @tanely @80sfilmclub @lavenderchaise @iheartshawn @wistfulyears @in-ky

i'm probably missing some moots but i love you all so much!!! you're the best 🫶

[mast3rbait3r]

thank you for the tag, baby <3 @popecodysgirl

my loves :3

@whitakersbabymama @in-ky @romantic-insomniac @nightpitt @yuyuch3rry @neverendingdreamers @m4mm4ls @theariespov @baransdollie @mariasont @di1fluvr @honimoon @froggyzworld @dirtygir1 @wistfulyears @grimgasm @groovyangelkisses @sunbonesss

[groovyangelkisses]

thank you for the tag angel, mwah!💋 — @mast3rbait3r

a few cuties that i looveee seeing on my dash—

@romantic-insomniac @in-ky @nightpitt @mochapuppy @ceriseangels @j4ckr4bbits @lovaeir @moodyabbott @lipsliketangerines @dollsonlyhurt @cherrywineisawaltz @sugartalkingwrites @lostalioth @missmanlykink @misspossexxive 😽

[missmanlykink]

awww thanks for the tag <33 — @groovyangelkisses

some of my fav writers and moots 💕 love u guyss:

@mayhemi @s4ngel @str4wbsstuff @deansdeer @j4ckr4bbits @ccandlehead @murdrdocs @hanasnx @midniqhtt @wistfulyears @pittsick @pinksplace @avashifts06 @kill3ill @kryptidfiles @kissophile @dirtygir1

[deansdeer]

aww ty aydellaa <3 smooches

I love seeing yall on my feed

@beausling @inbred-eater @slashedgutz @d3ad-aliv3 @filthgf @honeyroots @scariffs @basicasfusername @bleachedduck @yyvnille @bitemysin @bunnyyrot @bruisedfig

[beausling]

AHHH EHEHEHEHEHE THANK YOUUU SMM MY BELOVEDDDSS @deansdeer & @lostalioth for the tags🫂🫂

some more of my beloveds n fave ppl to see on my feed/in my notifs 😽💟

꩜ meow meows : @abbotsbunnygf @arkhamknightmares @badbish-suki @beecomingnothing @bleachedduck @bluestrd @bruisedfig @catmg @chevroletdean @cosmicbucky @cowboycastles @crystalcider @cryptic-doe @diner-girl @faiszt @floralscented @funkycoloured @g0thamgirl @honeyryewhiskey @honeyroots @inbred-eater @irisgrrl @jasvtsc @jackcody @kill3ill @mystic-writings @notaviolentdog @pittsick @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @psychsworld @rh1nestcned @rockerbarnes @rottndeer @sacr1ficialang3l @soldiersgirl @thefourhorsies @thesevnthseal @tortureddarkstar @voidsuites @wildwestdean @xoabbot @6milesdeep

nearly maxed out tags cus i’m crazy and just have so much love in my heart i wanted to tag everyone but i had to condense so i’m sorry if i missed anyone also but just know i love you all so bad

also a lot of you i haven’t interacted with in a long time and i feel bad abt that🙁 and some ppl that i tagged haven’t even been active since last year or longer like omg pls come back soon i miss you guys 😣😣

[irisgrrl]

OMG THANK YOU SM BABY I MISS INTERACTING WITH YOU TOO<\3

my most favourite people here🙂‍↕️: @cherryvvave @moviecritc @bloomcissa @cryptic-doe @rh1nestcned @lechelovestoyap @luviery @vianawaits @scissorhvnds @dreamersentity @kamislop @batwngs @sakunai @mystiquevoid @1nsignia @patientofarkhamasylum @arfemiz @froggibus @tinafication @bitemysin @torupng @brinawing @biovomit @evilmanhater @gr0und-zer00 (i'm sorry if i didn't tag someone, but know that you're very dear to me too<3)

i feel like i don't say it enough, but i love you all, and y'all are very very dear to me. here on tumblr i found the community i feel sort of belonging to and with who i have experienced peak girlhood♥️

[kamislop]

GAH STOP THIS IS SO SWEET siri how do i tag all of my 150+ mutuals-

i'm going to tag some of my babygirls and if i miss some PLEASE DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY i love and cherish all my lovely mooties :( even if we don't interact much

mi babygirls: @jeanmarcosno1, @ie4ri, @tentypos, @gfsuki, @cupidkats, @riotsgrl, @tokkushin, @updownandbatty, @lonelyfooryouonly, @liahcharms, @lilithkleia, @6x-x9, @kireampie, @hangenism, @rengoatku, @fushihearts, @moviecritc, @mamashima, @indisuki, @dulcores, @miminist, @gyarujo, @valberryboos, @suganoms, @da1ntyli1ly, @sugurusplaything, @satorusdreamer, @torumaii, @toruii, @kenforty, @dynamite-roll, @freakynad, @blushryo, @talkingscaresme, @deathscheduled, @txmxkis, @ervvinz, @lxnarphase, @jiyuspassion, @foryuiwill

[6x-x9]

ah and I can't tag everyone, thanks so much cutie <3. I love everyone of you's

@tycrine @yummidumplingss @/cttelina @/kill4ill @/barbatoswh0r3 @/0celotmilk @liahcharms @mimimochis @rengoatku @astriiixx @jiyuspassion @/mainstarv @megumisrighttoe @satorusdollie @oropotheca @/yaliuxe @louistxq @/cateleya21 @fayelero @daflex @/yxo7 @/paperellina @/sadisticslut666 @/an9els @/da1ntyli1ly @ouist @/cupidstrace @oksukuna @hanawoof @foryuiwil @/splurtz @httpskrys @notsoslightlysexual @stqrgumi @satolune @honeyoftheisle @xchosos-wifex @caramelluxe @satorus-princess @jazzthatonewriterchick @kamoslover @gyalcapone @moviecritc @keistriction @/princess-rueee @/rambld @sugurusplaything @sugurusbeloved @/teaspecifically @/gyarujo @togesbabe @s-uwu-kuna @/casualnightmaretragedy @/himboelover @/megum1sstepm0m-blog @/booboobear-12 @yorikae @yoonsucks @hangenism @valberryboos @kireampie @paninsoup @revolvingsaturn @ryoride @/butterbeanandsparkleface @lilithkleia @/kamislop @macbethinchains @tokkushin @torumaii @toruii @bearlovestea @/noitoii @lostinsmut @serpenttine @/sextier @blu-goingdark @satomiu @/xoxonahyo @bloomflix @pillsatoru @alexynthia @tojidihcheese @shiruigami @sozila @tigerpetals @/madamechrissy @frostedpinkdoll @eraserbread @atelphobist @t0jisbunny @onyxiix @feyrinnn @sukunahs @satoriee @sky-lemonade @flvvffy

[moviecritc]

ahhhhh thank you all for tagging me<3333 i don't think there's any other mutual left to tag, STILL, i'm tagging some of my fav girls here<33

@liahcharms @ryoride @tokkushin @veiledbulletz @ackpplepie @brinawing @4theloveoflotus @hotties4gojo @swamelon @ie4ri @fancy-possum @suigenerisisadiva @wiinterz @shoyomegs @batwngs @froggibus

[wiinterz]

aww thank you so much for the tag, here are some of my lovieeess and to all the beautiful ones i haven’t tagged

@inbred-eater @lonerslug @requiemdesreves @doiliedaze @mwahbabe @torufanj @tinycas @grotesquevi @lotties-ashwagandha @lyfeofbilly @hotties4gojo @h3avenlyglory

[lyfeofbilly]

Aww thank you tay 🥹.

my loviesssss

@mariquitaaa @mitchesmoon @ebvnydesires @inmyheadimobsessed @santhiquee @onyxstones-world

[ebvnydesires]

THANKS BB 🥹🫰🏾🫰🏾 ! !

I love y’all’s work sm! My talented babies 🤍

@faiology @moonlitjane @reverieglow @cinnamoncunt @kissmyglxck @prettyangeliczz @lullora @lil6uapa @angelcrescent @pvtypyt

[kissmyglxck]

🪽— aww ty mamaa🥹!!

My stinkies I luv yall 💋🤍

@blkkbratt @cherrishkissed @angelfacediary @dollfacegallery @neopolitandoll @siighrns @mikedotorg @kkgalerii @youluvyanni @yearlyjams @multifandomposts-blog

(I love all my mooties)

[multifandomposts-blog]

thanks to @kissmyglxck love you down

@plan3tch1ld @swavydadon @boredpretty @missharper33 @callmeoncette @melaninjoys @sugarysweetooth @strawberrykittymp3 @blkkbratt

Even if you didn't get tagged to all my moots, love y'all down frll

[swavydadon]

thank you mama!!🥹💗

@angeliqcoco @angelcrescent @plumppies @plan3tch1ld @multifandomposts-blog @ebvnydesires @angelfacediary @siighrns @cherrishkissed @thesecretvaultt @alohaluz

to my other moots who i forgot i love and appreciate ya!!

[alohaluz]

thank you my baby!!!! ilyyy 💗

@miratate @narratedillusions @michaeljacksonfanfictions @ang9lic @fleurjasmi @szalipcombo @capevans3000 @a-motherfcking-fish

[fleurjasmi]

that's so cute oww, love ya Luz!!

@lestatress @unknwnbrii @111-honey @angelkay222

[pytfromnyc]

awww tysmmm !! love you queen 🫶🏽

@softformj @lattetw1rll @pvtypyt @mjmp4

[pytfromnyc]

hihihi, i really enjoy reading your fanfics. your work is amazing, and your writing is so beautiful :)

your such a cutietitie <3

wait I’m gonna cryyyyy !! thank you so much anon I love you 🥹🫶🏽

[pytfromnyc]

🪷 — I’m not gonna to lie to you guys , I might have to stick to writing fluff for a while. writing smut for my last fic literally took me days to get through and I was so tired of it. it took a huge toll on my writing and made me feel so unmotivated. I’m not completely swearing off smut because I have plans for upcoming fics BUT that will be a very long time from now. anyways love you guys don’t hate me haha..

[pytfromnyc]

chapstick challenge

era : mature

pairing : michael jackson x black!fem reader

summary : you and michael do the chapstick challenge !!

warnings : mdni, fluff, petnames, smut, dry humping, oral (f!receiving), fingering (if you squint), p in v, unprotected s3x, established relationship, age gap (reader is in her 30s and michael is in his 40s), reader and michael are both switches.

a/n : this one is very lengthy so beware !! I KNOW THE CHAPSTICK CHALLENGE WASN’T DURING HIS TIME AND IDC! anyways, I used a tiny bit of modern social media but nothing much changed other than that. this is my first time writing smut and I’m not even going to TRY and proofread it since I know I’ll get second hand embarrassment. also, I was experimenting with different punctuations so I don’t always have to use commas. you will see the em-dash being used BUT I don’t use ai! ok that’s my ted talk, enjoy readinggg

being home alone was basically your second nature. however, it was even worse when the house was gigantic. everytime you looked out the window, you were met with vast acres of land filled with different attractions and animals.

michael was currently out on some business outing that you didn’t know much of. you knew better to ask for details because he always confused you with his business talk . he said he’d come back around 6pm and it was currently 2pm—leaving you with 4 hours to kill.

you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, trying to make time go by quicker. you’ve been at this for a while—feeling unproductive and mostly disengaged. the minutes were definitely moving exceptionally slower today.

you were damn near about to throw your phone across the room until a video popped up on your for you feed. there was a girl applying different chapsticks to her lips while her boyfriend was waited patiently while blindfolded. once her lips were coated, she kissed him until he could guess what the flavor was. this was pure genius, you thought, finally something to cure your boredom. you did some more digging to understand the rules of this challenge—looking from video to video. when you felt you knew the basics, you immediately went to your closet.

you put on a quick outfit that you threw together last minute before making your way to your car. you now had about 3 hours before michael came back home and it took approximately 30 minutes to get to the beauty supply—if you were lucky. while making your way to the front door, your personal bodyguard, sam, realized that you were leaving and followed behind. you both entered the car in record time and pulled out the driveway.

you were definitely driving past the speed limit but that didn’t matter right now. it felt as though time wanted to fly by at the worst moment. after what seemed like a lifetime, you pulled into the parking lot of the store. sam exited the car first and made his way around it to open your door. you quickly thanked him before scrambling to get inside the beauty supply—avoiding interacting with others.

once you made it inside, you bolted to the lip product section,looking around for the chapsticks. there were many different types that piqued your interest, but you ultimately decided to stick to the main flavors. you kept skimming each aisle until you finally located the blindfolds and grabbed two. you headed toward self-checkout to quickly pay for your items.

you made it back home around 5 with an hour to spare. today was the one day you wanted michael to be a tiny bit late. you stored the items in your nightstand before walking towards the bathroom to take a quick shower to get the outside smell off. you entered the bath and scrubbed every nook and cranny there was—making sure you were squeaky clean.

once you finished up, you quickly dried off and wrapped yourself in your towel. you opened the cabinet above the sink to grab your skin care products and started your regular night routine. your hair was already done so you didn’t have to worry about it for the time being. in the middle of brushing your teeth, you heard the front door open. it was only 5:45, which meant that michael must’ve missed you so much that he had to come home early—or atleast that’s what he told you everytime. you rinsed your mouth of the toothpaste and rushed back to the room. you pulled out the first pair of pajamas you laid your eyes on and quickly got dressed.

you peeked your head out of the door and spotted michael coming up the stairs. he knew you if he couldn’t find you in the living room, you were most likely in the bedroom. you went back inside before you could get spotted and plopped down onto the bed.

the moment he slipped through the door you wanted to physically pounce on him. he always looked good all the time which was just completely unfair. he had his reading glasses—your favorite—resting on the tip of his nose and it made you want him to turn you every which way but loose.

“did you hear what I said?”

you hadn’t realized michael was talking to you this entire time. he wore a concerned look on his face.

you cleared your throat, “sorry, I was a little preoccupied.”

he glared at you skeptically. “what are you hiding this time.” it wasn’t a question.

“can you not ruin my surprises for once?” you grumbled.

you reluctantly rolled over to the other side of the mattress and reached over to the nightstand. you grabbed the knob of the dresser before dragging it open, revealing the multiple chapsticks and blindfolds you bought earlier. you gathered the items with both hands and dumped them on top of the bed.

his brows furrowed while he scanned the items, slowly making his way closer to the bed. “should I be worried about you?… what is all this?”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “I found this little challenge online where you have to guess the flavor of my chapstick while blindfolded. i thought it would be pretty cool to try out.”

michael grabbed one to the blindfolds and analyzed it thoroughly.

“so this is what happens when I leave you alone for too long,” he smirked.

you began to pout, “oh come onnnn, this could be really fun! plus, you seem like you need something to lift your spirits.”

you could sense the battle he was fighting in his head, seeming confused but intrigued at the same time. you already knew michael would agree based on the mere fact that he would do anything you asked. you tilted your head and stared into his eyes, pleading through your gaze.

his eyes began to soften, giving you the clear sign that his resolve was weakening. “the things you make me do..”

“ok great so come sit over here and put this on while I prepare everything.” you guided him to sit on the bed with his body against the headboard as he placed the blindfold over his eyes.

while you retrieved the chapsticks and laid them beside him, you settled yourself on his lap. his hands immediately found your hips, holding you tight enough to make sure you don’t escape.

you went through the options before settling on the flavors strawberry, watermelon, and orange. it was definitely an odd array choices but you knew how much michael loved oranges—the juice atleast.

for the first one, you applied the strawberry chapstick on your lips before setting it down.

“ok are you ready?” you smiled

you didn’t even wait for him to answer before teasingly giving him a quick peck on the lips.

michael rolled his eyes beneath the blindfold. “baby I can’t guess if you’re giving me weak kisses,” he frowned.

you suppressed a laugh from escaping your lips. “alright fine ill be serious this time, I promise.”

you lightly grasped his face with both hands and leaned down, placing a tender kiss against his soft lips. you caressed his face as your lips set a slow, gentle pace. you slowly pulled away when you felt him trying to deepen the kiss.

you rested your palms against his chest. “what flavor do you think it is?”

michael licked his lips. “I think I need another kiss to find out.”

you took a deep breath before speaking calmly. “we both know you don’t so let’s try again. what flavor is it?”

“cmon please just one more,” he begged.

“michael.”

“ok fine, is it..” he tasted his lips before pondering. “..strawberry?”

your entire face lit up, the excitement in your voice evident. “oh my gosh you actually did it!”

his lips curled up into a cocky grin, “it really wasn’t all that hard if you ask me.”

“so why’d you ask for another kiss?” you taunted.

“why wouldn’t I?”

you ignored his comment and wiped your lips of excess balm. for the second one, you applied on the watermelon chapstick—wanting to save orange for last.

you didn’t bother to give him a warning and crashed your lips onto his, not caring to be as gentle as the first time. his grasp on your hips tightened, allowing himself to be guided by your impatient rhythm. you sensed yourself getting lost within him and immediately pulled away— not wanting to become distracted.

he groaned, “you can’t just kiss me like that and pull away.”

“and why not?” you teased.

he scoffed under his breath. “you know what you’re doing, don’t play dumb.”

the tension in the room had shifted. you felt heat pool in your lower stomach, your body becoming hot all over. the last thing you expected was to become horny from this game. now that you think about it, this game is a little kinky—not that you minded.

“that doesn’t matter, what do you think it is, mikey?”

he dragged his tongue over his lips. “cherry?”

“nope! you get one more guess.” part of you was happy he got it wrong, maybe now he could fall off his high horse.

he tried to taste it one more time. “give me one more kiss, the flavor is gone.”

“That’s not how the game works,” you said.

“just give me the kiss!”

he seemed very eager this time around, who were you to deny him?

“ok, ok fine.”

you leaned back down and gave him a innocent smooch. it wasn’t a full blown makeout but it was enough for the chapstick to transfer onto his lips.

he pulled away first. “mmm, is it watermelon?”

“congrats you got it right, not so confident now are we?” you laughed.

he took that as a personal challenge. “ok watch this then.”

you wiped your lips once more before grabbing the last chapstick, “I saved this one for last, I think you’ll like this one a lot.”

michael didn’t utter a single sound, he was dead serious.

you coated your lips in the orange chapstick—taking your sweet time. you took longer with this one just to tease him a little further.

you brushed your lips softly against his, returning back to the soft manner you had earlier. you barely even kissed him before he answered,

“orange.”

you were shocked. “how did you even—“

“orange, right?” he asked again.

you sighed in defeat, “fine, you got it right. cheater.”

he didn’t waste any time. he ripped off the blindfold and tossed it to the other side of the room—not caring where it landed. his fingers eagerly traveled under your shirt and clutched your sides, leaving bruises in its midst. the pain didn’t bother you one bit. if anything, it turned you on even more.

he removed one hand from your waist and allowed it to travel up to the back of your neck. growing impatient, he claimed your lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. his lips felt even softer than before—tasting faintly of orange. you draped your arms around his neck, steadying yourself as he rolled your hips over his clothed crotch. you drew back with a shaky breath—taking a moment catching your breath before diving right back into his lips.

a quiet moan escaped your mouth unintentionally as you rocked back and forth. you could feel the warmth of his bulge poking you through your pajama shorts. his hips bucked up against yours—seeking for more relief.

michael reluctantly pulled away. “please let me taste you baby… I need every inch of you.. badly.”

his desperation tipped you over edge—fueling your arousal even more. you nodded your head as a quick response. the ability to form coherent words was physically impossible.

he shifted you to rest on your back against the mattress and braced himself over you. his lips pressed rough, open-mouthed kisses down your throat, leaving a trail of bruises as he worked his way down. you bit down hard on your lip to constrain the lewd noises begging to leave your lips. your panties were full of your wetness—clinging onto your awaiting folds.

michael’s hands began to work the buttons of your shirt in a slow, teasing manner. he was toying with you on purpose at this point. he could tell that you were growing impatient due to the way your hands clenched the comforter. the sight before him was quite enjoyable—he always loved watching you unfold. it was your turn to be the desperate one now.

he managed your shirt to open and dragged it off your body. his cupped his hands over your breast, massaging them tenderly under his touch. your chest rose rapidly as he moved his fingers over your nipples.

“michael please… enough with the teasing,” you whimpered.

he snorted, “doesn’t feel so great does it? now you know how it feel, right?”

he chose now to try and teach a lesson? this man is so damn petty. “ok baby i get it just touch me already!”

he tucked his lip behind his teeth, trying not to laugh at how hysterical you were becoming. he quickened his pace and promptly stripped off your shorts and underwear in one go, leaving you bare before him. the cold air hit you in between your thighs, causing your legs to involuntarily close.

michael parted your legs before you could close them all the way. “nope, you cant run now. you wanted this, gorgeous.”

you stared him down as he kneeled before you, keeping fierce eye contact between the two of you. he traced the meat of your thighs with his fingertips, memorizing the curves under his touch. the foreplay was your least favorite part—you wanted to grab his head and force him onto your awaiting sex, but you refrained. he rose to the inside of your knee, pressing feathered kisses down your leg. he made it all the way down to your inner thigh and ghosted his breath over your core, pressing soft kisses onto your folds before traveling to your other leg and repeating the same process.

to say you were wet was an understatement—you were a whole waterpark. “michael I swear if you don’t eat my pussy right now, I’m gonna go crazy.”

he gave a sharp, amused huff. “I’m taking in the moment, its not everyday i see such fine beauty.”

you looked at him knowingly, “I’d argue the exact opposite of you ask me.”

his hands latched onto your thighs, pressing your legs against your chest. you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, soaking in the feeling. you felt a tiny pinch on your behind and gazed downward.

“keep your eyes open, I wanna see your pretty face while I make you feel good,” he smirked.

you fought to keep your gaze on him as he latched his lips onto your clit— flicking his tongue over your bud repeatedly. your back arched off the mattress as your thighs tremble against his hold.

you moaned uncontrollably, slipping your hands into hair. “oh shittt.. just like that, baby.” michael knew all of your weak spots which made it very easy for you to orgasm—even when you tried not to.

he peered up at you with a smug smile as he laid his tongue flat against you, dragging it across your entrance. the groans that left his lips made your entire body vibrate with excitement.

you felt your climax begin to approach you—the knot in your stomach beginning to unravel. his thumb massaged against your clit as his tongue worked your insides. the double stimulation had you seeing stars.

“don’t stop mike im gonna.. fuckk.. I’m almost there!” you cried.

he entered his index finger into your entryway and sucked roughly on your clit. “you taste so good, baby, so sweet. this pussy was made for me.”

his words brought you to your peak, your thighs clamping around his head as you came. he definitely had a way with his words. as you came down from your climax, you released your grip from his hair and slumped against the bed, placing your hand over your chest while trying to catch your breath.

“I barely even did anything to you,” michael mocked.

“you’re sooo full of yourself,” you joked, “keep that same energy.”

you tugged him onto the bed and traded positions with him. you guided your head towards his pants and placed very gentle kisses along his protruding bulge, tracing your manicured nail along the zipper of his pants before pulling it down.

he was already huffing and puffing, trying to grasp the little control he had left. you yanked his pants and boxers down in one swift motion as his cock sprung free, tip glistening with pre cum. you latched your lips onto the head, swirling your tongue over tip, and sucked of his arousal—swallowing it before letting go with a ‘pop’.

michael was in pure bliss. he marveled at your body as you took off the rest of his clothes, admiring your physique. once you finished, he laid bare before you, waiting for you to take the reigns.

you mounted over him, hovering above his throbbing length. spitting into your hand, you dragged it over his tip as a makeshift lubricant. you moved as slowly as humanly possible, gradually descending onto his shaft. he was already making you feel so full.

each inch felt bigger than the last. he has completely ruined you for anyone else—no man can pleasure you the way he does. after some time, you managed to bottom out—adjusting to his thickness. as you glanced towards michael, he looked even worse than you. his face was contoured into this look of pleasure and overwhelming, making you feel satisfied. this man is definitely a goner.

after gaining some momentum, you dragged your hips up before swiftly slamming back down. he continually poked your sweet spot over and over. michael sat up and grabbed your hips, seeking support.

“you squeezin’ me so tight baby, i cant hold back anymore,” he sobbed.

you spoke through broken moans. “look who’s pussy whipped now.”

he burrowed his face into the pillows as his hands trailed down to your rear, using it to control the pace. his hips lifted to meet yours, slamming his cock into you as deep as it could reach. your entire body tensed as his tip poked your cervix repeatedly.

his length began to throb inside your gummy walls. “I’m about to come baby… she’s so wet for me.”

“hold it in, keep going so we can both finish,” you cooed.

michael was about to lose his damn mind. he drove into with an eager need to get you to the finish line. he slammed into you as if he was digging for treasure—which in hindsight, he was. you were sure you were drawing blood from his arms the way you were digging your nails into him.

your stomach got that familiar feeling again, the knot becoming looser with every thrust. you tried to tell him you were about to come but your mouth couldn’t form the words into complete sentences, babbling like baby.

“I’m, mmmm, mich- … oh fuck.”

your second climax washed over you unannounced, triggering michael to his own release. thick ropes of come splattered into you, leaving a warm residue between your walls.

you crashed onto the bed, your head falling against his chest. you really needed this—even more than michael. all your pent up energy was finally released into the wild. you sighed deeply of satisfaction, resting your hands on his torso.

you should definitely do this challenge more often.

© unknwnbrii

a/n : I definitely wiped some years off my life writing this, I can feel the grey hairs growing in now. I lost momentum near the end since its currently 2am but we digress. I always love feedback and once again tysm for readingggg !!

p.s. : count how many times I said “chapstick” and “before” haha..

p.p.s : don’t be using my stuff for ai or nothing like that, I DONT CONSENT!

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🪷— new post tmrrr !! this one is very lengthy and it toon me an 5 days to write …