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synopsis: you managed to do the one thing everyone thought was impossible, which was getting michael mad at you and he's giving you the cold shoulder. now, you're trying to find the best way to apologize to him.
content: 18+, smut (no p in v), porn w little plot, relationship issues (you're given the silent treatment), questionable behavior from reader (while drunk), oral (m receiving), make up blow job, jealously, no use on y/n, established relationship, slight dom!reader and sub!michael, use of pet names, michael is weak when it comes to you.
word count: 2.4k
a/n: i'm new to writing smut so please don't be too hard on me about this 😖. i studied a lot of this one (aka read a whole bunch of smut, but what's new). this one is shorter but i feel like that's better. as always, feedback is welcomed, thank you!
divider credit: @pixynari
"are you still mad at me?" you pouted, kicking your legs from where you sat on michael's bed.
absolute silence.
you let out a sigh, dramatically falling backwards and letting your back hit his comfy mattress. this was amusing two days ago, but now you're just irritated by this entire situation.
for the past three days now, michael has been giving you the silent treatment. it's not even like you did anything wrong. well…techinally you didn’t mean to do anything wrong, but you still managed to upset your boyfriend all the same.
“y’know you’re being really immature right now,” you teased, “the silent treatment is so childish.”
when you were once again met with silence, you pouted slightly. you never had michael this mad at you before. it’s not like he’s never been upset before—it’s quite the opposite actually. you’ve seen his (albeit quiet) anger directed at others a couple of times. pushy paparazzi, snobby music executives, sometimes even his brothers when they annoyed him enough, but never at you.
you were the center of michael’s world, and him yours. the two of you never fought past petty arguments and your friends always joked that michael was too wrapped around your finger to ever be mad at you. before, you’d always scoff and brush them off, but now, you’d wish that were still true.
getting the cold shoulder from anyone sucked, but getting it from michael? it felt like you died and went to hell. you rolled over to lay on your side. across the room was michael, sitting on the couch next to his bed reading a book. you squinted your eyes at him and caught him sulking a bit. you highly doubted that he was actually reading whatever book was in his hand. instead, you bet that he was just grazing over the words and periodically turning the page just to piss you off.
“i told you already i was drunk!” you spoke again in an attempt to defend yourself again but of course you were just met with silence.
you cursed yourself for drinking so much that night. four days ago, you dragged michael to some industry party. despite his protest and desire to just stay home and watch the three stooges with you (again), just by batting your eyelashes and tugging at his shirt, you were able to get him to come with you. it was usually so easy for you to convince him to do something for you, and he often told you about the power you had over him.
but, maybe you shouldn’t have used your powers for evil because at the party, you managed to push your luck. you got very a little drunk, which already had michael displeased, but what actually managed to set him off was aaron.
aaron was an old high school acquaintance of yours. how he managed to get into a high profile event like that? who knows. but, what you did know was that he was also obnoxiously drunk and obnoxiously talkative as well, much to michael’s dismay. if you were in your right state of mind, you would’ve just told him to buzz off, but you weren’t, so you just allowed him to talk your head off, eagerly nodding along to whatever nonsense he was sprouting, leaving michael to sulk in the corner, bitter and stone cold sober.
it wasn’t even the fact that you were talking to another guy that michael vexed—no, he was way more mature than that. it was the fact you were ignoring him that had him crossing his arms and grumbling under his breath. you had never ignored him before, and especially not for some guy, and it wasn’t a good feeling at all.
embarrassingly enough, you didn’t know you were receiving the cold shoulder at first. you were too hungover to realize michael was ignoring you, too focused on the massive headache you had acquired from the night before. but, by midday, you realized that he hadn’t once said anything to you, which finally raised some red flags for you. you tried apologizing, but it was already too late because michael had already decided to give you a taste of your own medicine.
you got up from your position on his bed and made your way over to him on the couch. you were over this completely. at first, you could understand his annoyance with you (you could admit that you were an annoying drunk), but this was too much for you. you thought you could handle the silence. you’ve been busying yourself with work and catching up on some chores, and catching up with some friends, but nothing could fill the void michael left behind, even if he was still physically here. you just wanted your baby back already.
michael couldn’t help but watch you from the corner of his eye. he tried his hardest to come off as unbothered, but watching you strut across his room towards him made him feel less like a man and more like your prey. he swallowed a lump in his throat and quickly pulled his attention back to his book, and tried to read something when he realized you were staring directly at him.
“baby, come on,” you hummed, pulling the book straight from out of his hand and onto the floor.
you smiled down at him. now he was forced to acknowledge you. michael forced himself to look up at you, but he immediately regretted it, realizing the visual of you looking down on him didn't do him any favors. before he could even realize it, he was holding in his breath. he was supposed to be mad at you, giving you a taste of your own medicine.
he wanted you to feel exactly how he felt that night: ignored, but that was easier said than done. it took more effort than michael originally realized to just ignore you. how could he? especially, with you looking down at him like that, laughing at him as if you already won—as if you already broke through his walls. he wanted to at least make you work a little harder for his attention, but he missed you and your company too much to even try anymore.
“i already said i was sorry,” you hummed in a sultry tone, moving even closer to him so that your knees were touching his, “and i meant it too.”
you tilted your head, pouting at him, causing him to follow your movement. michael subconsciously gripped the seat cushions, twiddling a loose thread between his fingers.you noticed the action, and suddenly an idea popped into your head. a great idea actually.
your frown suddenly turned into a wide and sinister smile as your gaze went from michael’s fingers to his face again. michael knew that look. he knew it too well, actually, and it meant you were up to no good. when you realized that he realized, your smile grew even wider and you let out a chuckle.
suddenly, and with warning, you sunk down onto your knees in front of him, placing your hands on his thighs. michael let out something between a yelp and a groan, causing you to laugh again, but this time more genuinely. you had some special talent when it came to making michael flustered and he both loved and hated it at times. you loved it when he got like this—all skittish and nervous—it was cute and so uniquely michael.
“but i can understand if you're still upset,” you continued, whispering, “so i want to make it up to you, is that alright with you?” you asked, innocently batting your eyelashes at him.
michael’s eyes lit up and he began shaking his head ‘yes’ repeatedly, with zero hesitation. you wanted to laugh again at this but you stopped yourself, not wanting to fluster him anymore than you had already done.
“you’ll have to use your words, baby,” you teased, resting your head in his lap, mindless tracing patterns into his jeans.
it took michael a while to respond because he was completely fixed on the way your head felt in his lap and the way you fingers felt against his leg and—shit, now he was hard. he closed his eyes, trying to focus his attention on anything other than the growing problem in his jeans. he looked up at the ceiling, because if he looked at you, he’d be a goner.
“y—yes, please…i would like that a lot,” he stammered out, giving in, finally opening his eyes to look down at you.
your eyes lit up, and you grinned. slowly (and painfully for michael), you let your fingers find the way to the button of his pants and unzipping them. you began working on pulling his pants down, which michael eagerly helped you with, wanting to speed the process up.
“slow down!” you giggled, “we have all night.”
michael let out a struggled laugh, “sorry—it's just that i can't wait any longer,” michael’s confession came out rugged.
it wasn't just spending time with you that michael missed. in four days, he felt pent up. you pulled his legs apart and stood up on your knees so that you could position yourself between his legs. not wanting to see your boyfriend suffer any longer, you moved to pull his unsurprisingly hard member out from his boxers.
his winced at the touch, feeling uncomfortably sore and restrained by his jeans. quickly, you realized he had already begun leaking precum from his tip, causing you to smile.
“wow, i haven't even done anything yet! i had no idea i had this effect on you,” you beamed, causing michael’s cheeks to heat up even more than before.
he moaned your name softly and pleading with you, “please don't do this to me right now. this is embarrassing enough as it is…”
michael wanted to say something else. something more assertive, something to let you know that he had some ounce of control left, but before he could get the words out, you kissed along his vein softly, causing him to let out a surprised groan.
for a while, you continued with your gentle kisses against him, from top to bottom, but the longer you gave him shy kisses, the more impatient michael became. he didn't know exactly how to say the words and how to tell you how painfully restless he was starting to feel, but thankfully for him, you could read his mind. after all, this was supposed to be your apology to him, so you decide to put him out of his misery.
you tested the waters first, giving him a couple quick kitten licks against his tip, but with a whine, michael immediately let you know that wasn't enough.
“don't worry, i’ll make sure you feel real good…” you reassured him, giving him a couple pumps with your hand.
your soft lips wrap around him, allowing you to finally taste him after what felt like an eternity. he let out a soft moan at the feeling of your wet mouth on his tip, now coated with a mixture of his precum and your saliva. you let out a satisfied hum before allowing yourself to sink further down onto him.
the vibration coupled with the feeling of your mouth caused michael to gasp, reaching for your head and grabbing a handful of your hair. he was trying to anchor himself back to reality and failing miserably at it.
slowly, you began bobbling your head up and down against him, finding a sickeningly sweet pace to repeat the motion again and again.
“ahh—that feels so—!” he moaned, shutting his eyes as tight as possible.
he was breathless and struggling with the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was being subjected to, which was only encouragement for you to continue.
you ran your tongue against the prominent veins of his member, making sure to show each special attention. you made sure to savor the feeling of him throbbing in your mouth and his taste.
the sight was filthy, but michael couldn't even imagine looking away. his hips began to jerk involuntarily, despite his wishes and he let out another moan. embarrassed of the sounds he was making, he slapped his hand over his mouth, but that only caused you pause.
“knock it off. i want to hear you,” you whined, pulling yourself off him completely, “you do that again and i’ll stop completely. understand?”
michael hesitated but eventually nodded and only then did you continue with your blowjob, bringing him back back into the wet warmth of your mouth. the way you managed to take him fully and repeatedly while also swirling your tongue around him? he was convinced he had died and gone to heaven.
quickly, that familiar feeling started bubbling up in his stomach and he let out a panicked whine. he tried to warn you. he called your name but the only thing that came out was yet another groan.
he gripped the locks of your tighter, and bit down on his lip. he swore he was seeing stars. feeling the inevitable coming, you quickened your pace, letting out a satisfied moan at the mess you were able to make of yourself boyfriend.
michael became restless, squirming in his seat every two seconds. you wanted to praise him and tell him how well he was doing for you, but instead you hollowed out your cheeks shifting your movements so that you could also use your hands as a replacement for your mouth.
“baby, please—” michael attempted to plead with you, although it was in vain.
with one last whine, michael finished in your mouth, painting it with the taste of his cum as. he continued to jerk his hips into your mouth, trying to ride out his pleasure for as long as he could and you happily obliged him, continuing your movements against him, he tasted divine and it wasn't until this moment that you realized how much you really missed that taste.
with one last suck, you pulled from him completely. you swallowed him in a second, letting out a satisfied hum.
“now do you see how sorry i am?” you joked standing up so that you could give him a quick kiss.
michael almost didn't process what you said because he was still breathless and attempting to come back down to reality, but the moment his brain started functioning again, he giggled.
“definitely. i could never stay mad at you for long anyways.”
sub!cowboy michael who likes the thrill of public sex on your farm after attending to your animals. the soft flesh of your thighs under his warm palm as his head falls back on the oak shed walls in ecstasy. “jus’ like that mike—doin’ so good f’me baby.” your voice huffed out in a muttered moan as michael whimpers at how tight you circled around him, never wanting to let go.
sub!cowboy michael who helps you on your farm whenever you’re tired. “michael you shouldn’t—“ he shakes his head cutting you off before wrapping the brown rope around his calloused hands. “i got your horses for the day lemme take care of you.” before kissing you quickly and running off to attend your animals, watching him with a warm smile on your lips at the cuteness showcasing off of him.
sub!cowboy michael who drives himself insane seeing you in your bra and shorts in your barn early morning, prepping for the day from his farmhouse. the sight of your perky breasts on display as your hair is in a bundle of curls, making him palm his growing bulge from afar and cursing small profanities under his breath.
sub!cowboy michael who lets you cockwarm him while sitting out front of your farm. the feeling of his cock growing more in you as he whimpers feeling you bounce a lil over him tauntingly while picking small flowers off the ground. “mama please i can’t—“ “jus’ a lil longer baby. don’t wanna scare the neighbors outside.” while he continues to shut his eyes and focus on not coming continuously in you—once again.
sub!cowboy michael who loves to grip on your hair while fucking you from behind, making sure the dim farmhouse lights, showcase up and over your glowing complexion. “bounce jus’ like that baby.” your moans echoing through the farmhouse with the small sounds of your animals outside making noise. “fuck you’re creaming all over me— that’s my pretty girl.” while continuing to use your pussy and gripping your hair like the ropes around his horse. hard, tight, and desperate.
hii ohmigosh I think it would be so cute to have a lil fluff fic of late 70s michael in high school where he’s super popular and all the girls want him but then he has a crush on the lesser popular girl in his english class!! and he’s like really shy and wants to talk to her but she’s always with her friends and then one day during a project she accidentally cuts herself with scissors and he takes her to the nurse and they get to talk and exchange numbers and become friends and then when prom season comes around he wants to ask her to be his date but a bunch of girls around the school want to ask michael out so the reader gets insecure so michael has to prove to her that he wants to take her to the prom and that he loves her.. IM SORRY IF IT SOUNDS LIKE TOO MUCH BUT IT JUST SEEMS SO CUTE😭😭
I Only Have Eyes for You…
✧ a/n: absolute cutiessss
✧ contains: fluff, friends to lovers, high school, prom, kissing, slight jealousy and insecurity for the reader
✧wc: 2,7k // masterlist
It was the year 76’, the best year to be a teen in high school — why? Reasons being you get to be in the same school with the most talented member of the Jacksons. For as long as Michael could remember, there wasn’t a point in time where he wouldn’t be recognized at his own school, gifted talent must always come with a price — that being he never gets a moment of peace.
Michael’s school principal has made many agreements with the other students that they should treat him no different from any other, but it doesn’t stop them to try and ease their way into his life only to get a glimpse of his career, especially girls who often go after him like crazy — he was always the hot topic amongst them.
Although there were exceptions, students who seemed to have gotten used to sharing the same school with a famous singer. You were one of them, Michael began to notice you after one too many times getting good scores on exams in your shared English class.
He especially noticed you when you both got similar high scores on an essay once. The only words you’ve ever spoken to him were congratulations, ever since then you pay no attention to him, always either busy with school or your friends.
You sat two rows upfront beside him, the perfect view for him to observe you. You were an average student who loved English, never afraid to raise your hand and answer the teacher’s questions, sometimes giggling with the table beside you — your attention always focused on the paper given to you.
Michael developed a crush on you pretty quickly, you were interesting — you weren’t exactly popular with the other girls, but it seemed you didn't mind that. You had friends, and it always looks like you knew what you wanted.
For a guy like Michael who’s clearly popular in school and especially with the girls in it, he couldn’t seem to get your attention, he would always be too shy to even make a move — and besides, you were always occupied with your friends, he wouldn’t want to disturb that.
One day in English class, you were given an assignment to make collages from different dictionaries — scissors were involved with this project. As Michael was focused on his work — glueing the different pieces together, the teacher’s sound of concern caught his attention.
“Is everything alright here?” The teacher asked in front of your table “oh I’m fine, I just — accidentally cut myself” you explained. Your hand cradling your finger, Michael watched you from afar, staring at you cut concerningly. “Michael, would you mind taking her to the nurses office please” the teacher ordered, giving Michael a quiet startle. “Yeah of course” Michael immediately stood up, dropping all of his serious work.
You and Michael exited the classroom, feeling nervous — Michael kept his distance with you, trying not to be too close but not so far he would look disinterested. You however were just glad someone accompanied you, you try not to waste too much time with Michael, since the nurses office is on the other side of the school building and you assumed he wanted to finish his project.
“So… is your hand alright” Michael cleared his throat, finally having the courage to speak to you, “it’s just a cut, i’ll be fine” you reassured “i’m not always good with scissors” you joked, Michael chuckled through the quiet hallway “so what kinds of dictionaries are you making a collage of Michael?” you perked the question.
“I chose some poetry, I enjoyed it a lot — thought it’d be a good pick, what about you?” Michael answered and moving on to ask you “nothing exciting really, just classic literature — Ernest Hemingway and all that” you replied and trailing off, as soon as you mentioned an author’s name you immediately wanted to take it back — cringing at yourself to think that anyone especially Michael would be interested in that
“No way really! my favorite book was written by him” Michael exclaimed, you were shocked at Michael’s sudden change of demeanor, smiling in disbelief “oh yeah? which is it?” you curiously asked. “The Old Man and—“ “—and the Sea…” you both said the title in unison.
“Oh my gosh I loved that book, was that the one you decided to write an essay about from our last exam?” you pointed “Yeah, that’s the one” Michael smiled “you know i thought about writing that too but i changed it last minute, anyways i guess it doesn't really matter since we both got an equally high score” you laughed off.
“Yeah, I remember when you congratulated me — that was pretty much our first and only interaction ever since” Michael pointed out, you rubbed the back of your neck — letting out an awkward chuckle “oh i’m — surprised you remember i said that” you remembered the memory pretty differently, once you and Michael exited the class after being congratulated by the teacher, you manage to blurt it out to him as well, you couldn’t remember his reaction whether he said thanks or not, you were pretty certain after that slipped out your lips you immediately tuned out and got shy.
“Of course I remember that. You know i wouldn’t mind it at all if we talked more often, maybe — we can do our assignments together once in a while” Michael finally shoots his shot, he chewed the bottom of his lip waiting for an answer from you.
“you wanna talk more — with me..?” you brushed your hair, your eyes looked into his. Michael cleared his throat, rubbing his hand against his pants “…yeah, i mean — why not?” he awkwardly answers, you blinked a few times to realize this was in fact real. Michael wants to spend time with you, wanting to get to know you. “…yeah sure — of course, I would love to,” you answered excitedly.
After a quick visit from the nurses office, you exited the room finding Michael still waiting for you through the quiet hallways. “Michael you're still here” you walked up to him with a smile, “why wouldn’t I be? someone’s gotta walk you back to class” he half joked, you both chuckled, your voices echoing the silent hallways as every student was currently occupied with their studies.
“Thank you for waiting. Also earlier you said you wanted to talk more well — we could always talk over the phone if you’d like…” you silently pulled out a piece of paper from your pocket, having your phone number written on it. Michael’s eyes widened, he didn’t know if you could tell or not, but he wanted to start jumping out of joy once you’ve given that offer. “Sure, we could totally do that, I’ll call you as soon as we finish school” Michael said, containing his excitement.
After that day, you and Michael bonded over time. With each phone call, you’ve gotten to know each other, you’ve gained a special friendship with him. Even in school, other than working on assignments together like he promised, you would occasionally hang out with him after school, going to diners or going to the public library.
Unsurprisingly, you began to develop feelings for him — of course you say nothing about it, he’s a star, and you're just a student who has English classes with him. On this particular day, you and Michael were walking through the crowded halls, you both had taken a notice that prom was right around the corner, you and him haven’t spoken about it either.
“Are you excited for prom next week?” Michael asked, “totally! Although I heard some of my friends said they might have dates so… I’m still figuring out how I’m gonna get there since my parents are out and they took the car, and it’s too late to back out now since I’ve already gotten a dress” you pessimisticly answered but ending it off on a positive note.
Michael couldn’t help but think about how you would look in your prom dress, he subtly smiled at the thought of it. A pause lingered in the air, of course you were thinking to ask Michael to the prom. It's been on your mind ever since, but being realistic — you were both only friends, and it’s not like you are the only one who has this idea. Might as well all the girls in school will line up to him to ask the same question — it was clear you weren’t different from anybody else.
The two of you reached Michael's locker — you leaned against the other locker, waiting for Michael to get his books. “What about you? I’m sure you’re gonna have lots of girls wanting to go with you” you joked, even though deep inside you couldn’t help but be a little upset at the harsh truth.
“Oh I wouldn’t — really count on it—“ Michael excused as he opened his locker, to reveal what it looked like to be stacks of letters pouring out of his locker, you both looked completely shocked. You picked one letter that was already open off the ground, you skimmed the entire thing — finding it to be a promposal.
“This one wants to ask you out to prom” you said, giving the letter to Michael. He grabbed it then stared at the other bunch of papers he received “it’s safe to assume all of them are” he pointed obliviously. You couldn’t help but chew your tongue, seeing the reality right in front of you. “Listen I gotta get to class alright, I’ll see you then” you excused yourself, Michael immediately turned to look at you and walked away without waiting for him to say goodbye, “a-alright, I’ll see you!” Michael shouted.
You couldn’t bear to imagine what kind of girl Michael would take to the prom, you knew they’d be prettier, more popular — someone who had more of a chance with him. The thought hurt, you tried your hardest to swallow the feeling.
In the middle of chemistry class, as you were reading — you accidentally eavesdropped on some girls behind you, they were chatting and giggling — and you swore you heard the name Michael was mentioned. “I might ask him in person, I’m not gonna give him some lousy letter” one girl whispered, “go for it, there’s no way Michael’ s gonna say no” the other whispered back. You slowly turned your head to see the two girls, not shockingly they were one of the popular ones.
You need to get your head straight, you need to at least try and ask Michael — even though it might risk your friendship if he says no but, it’s better then not knowing and watching all these girls do their attempts.
After classes you walked down through the hallways in a hurry — reaching to Michael’s locker, you didn’t care how you were gonna say it, you just had to. As you slid across a turn — only needing to walk straight to see him standing there, you deliberately stopped. He wasn’t alone, he was having a conversation with a girl — presumably the one from your class.
She was giggling, and he was smiling. You were too late, there were no chances for you to intervene, who were you to decide Michael’s decision, whatever happens it’s out of your control. You felt like you were about to cry — watching him from afar soon ended when Michael spotted you. You immediately ran off, not even thinking what he had to say.
The rest of the week was difficult, you couldn’t talk to him without feeling hurt. You avoided him for the majority of the school week, whenever he started walking up to you, immediately you reached your friends, paying no attention to him. All his calls you ignored as well, always buried with homework and books. You wanted to smack yourself in the face to ever think you had a chance with him, and it felt even worse ignoring him — you soon conclude it wouldn’t be a problem since after prom, you were sure whatever girl he decides to come with, will be his girlfriend, therefore he’ll surely have a better replacement.
Michael back at home, hung up the phone after another failed attempt to call you. He slammed himself to bed — his face covered by his hands, this whole has been torturous for him, he misses you. Now that the week was over, his chance to ask you to prom was gone, he blamed himself for not reaching out harder, but he had to admit — all these girls in school asking him the same question with him answering the same thing wasn’t helping.
He had a hunch you could’ve felt like a bother to him, and especially after today — seeing you run off while you had a mindless conversation with a girl, it was too obvious. Michael took a sharp breath and sat up straight, he can’t be all shy when he needs to prove himself to you that you’re the one he wants, it’ll take him nowhere.
It was officially prom night, you were in your room, doing finishing touches with your hair and jewelry. No surprise turns out all your friends had dates, which leaves you walking alone to school. You face the mirror exhaling a heavy sigh — just get this over with, you said to yourself. You then heard a faint knock coming from downstairs, confused you turned your head, another knock came — someone was outside.
You head downstairs, wondering who might be up at this late hour, maybe one of your friends got stood up? You unlocked the door, opening it. You couldn’t believe your eyes, to find Michael standing there, with his car parked right in front of your house— his eyes lit up as he saw yours.
“Michael…?” You murmured “what are you doing here?” You asked in disbelief, “… asking you if you wanna go to prom with me..?” He answers, you were still speechless — along a pause lingered, you finally snapped yourself out of it, quickly taking your back and head out closing the door behind you.
Michael smiled wide, he was simply in awe seeing you in a beautiful dress — your hair perfectly set up, jewelry that matches your sparkling eyes. “You look beautiful…” Michael complimented, you stood there leaning against the door — still didn’t know what to say. “Here I… got you something” Michael pulled out a box, revealing a corsage that matches his pretty pin up.
“…I don’t — I don’t understand, didn’t you have a date already, I saw you talking to someone and I thought—?” “I said no, I said no a lot of times actually” Michael laughed off at the last line. “Because I already have someone in mind… but, this whole week she seems to be avoiding me” he half joked, you burst out a breathy laugh, your face covered by embarrassment you had to hide it. “Michael I’m — so sorry I should’ve — this was so immature of me” you apologized, “don’t, I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to convince you not to feel that way. My choice has always been you” he confessed.
“… I love you” he blurted, your eyes widened as you gaze upon him, Michael’s face grew crimson the minute he let that word slip away. You inch closer to him, tugging his suit for him to get closer, pressing your lips against his, you both shut your eyes as you savor the moment, your soft lips clash, Michael could taste your lipstick as well as you could smell his cologne.
The kiss lasted longer than you thought before you two started to giggle “do you want me to put this on?” Michael murmured through the kiss, his teeth grazing your lips, asking to put on the corsage for you. “One more minute” you murmured back, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he wrapped around your waist, you simply couldn’t let go of each other.
Why can’t yall age up the reader in the mature Michael fics?? Like it’s starting to get weird and I see yall do it with all the other eras of Michael so why don’t y’all do it with this specific era,and it’s the same stuff over and over like can we be original I’m seeing the same themes Michael with younger reader/sugar baby reader like guys put some spice in it I wanna see something new maybe try it where reader is his wife AND stay with me here the same age as Michael!! But frl guys it’s starting to get weird.
How did you end up here?—back to the headboard, Michael was between your legs, placing gentle kisses up your thighs. “Let me taste you sweets, pretty please?” He looked up at you with those big eyes, like a puppy in heat—you gave him an uncertain nod.
“Oh, baby…” he whispered, voice laced with concern. He pulled your panties to the side, revealing your glistening pussy. “God, you’re soaked.” you covered your face with your hands. Michael was your best friend, how could he see you like this? “Mikey—don’t look it’s embarrassing..” you whined.
In truth, you really wanted him to touch you. Those countless nights you spent with your hand between your legs—imagining his fingers all over you, gripping your breasts. Practically soiling your panties every time you came over to his place, he was oblivious to it..you thought.
It started with little things like how you’d notice his hands when he was in the studio, writing things down—or the way he thrusted his hips while showing you his new choreography. The sight making your thighs squeeze together involuntarily. You felt like a complete whore—guilt crawling up your spine.
Michael had always been a touchy guy. The type of touch that felt casual, not suggestive in any way. You were on the couch watching one of your shared favorite movies—your legs draped over his lap, his hands resting neatly on your lower thigh. He was immersed in the movie—letting out a breathy laugh every once in a while.
You on the other hand—you were an absolute wreck. Glancing over to his hands on your bare legs every 10 seconds, he scooted his slender fingers slightly higher up your thigh which made you choke on your popcorn. He turned to look at you, “You alright, girl?” Before his focus shifted back to the now uninteresting film. “I’m okay, sorry.” You quickly blurted out
His hand was so close to your inner thigh—you mentally noted. You slightly bit your lip as thoughts started to creep in, a familiar feeling forming at your core. You slowly squeezed your thighs shut to help relieve the ache, michael noticed the shift. He grabbed the tv remote and shut the movie off, “What happ—“ you looked over.
Michael was now facing you. “What the matter? You’ve been acting strange the whole movie, tell me what’s bothering you mama.” You shifted off his lap. “It’s nothing mikey—I promise.” He reached over and placed your hand in his, rubbing gentle circles into your palm. “You can tell me anything, y’know that, girl?” His hands. Your clit throbbed at the contact, god you were so pathetic.
You wanted to just scream it out—tell him that you want him to touch you. That you’ve been fighting off thoughts about him for months. Too worried it would ruin the friendship, so lost in your head when he shifted up onto his feet, extending his hand—“come with me, I have an idea.” you looked up at him, unbeknownst.
He guided you through the living room—to the long case of stairs. It’s not like you hadn’t been up there before, why were you so nervous now? Slowly, he guided you upstairs, his hand still attached to yours—he gave you a look before reaching the top, one you were unable to read.
Fast forward. He had you on his bed, back to the headboard, while he played between your thighs. “Mama, why didn’t you tell me I was makin you feel this way?” He sounded genuinely concerned. He slid one finger gently through your wet folds, earning a whimper from you—when he pulled back your hips bucked up, chasing the friction. “God, look how sensitive you are—you must be so pent up, baby.” This is what best friends do…right?
thriller era!michael jackson x childhood bestfriend!reader
synopsis: as long as you can remember, you’ve been in love with your best friend michael, and for as long as you can remember, you thought those feelings were reciprocated. but when you finally muster up the courage to ask him out on a date to disneyland, he rejects you, citing the fact that he had a date set up by his family as a reason. in 0.5 seconds, your entire reality is shattered and while he spends his afternoon enjoying (he’s not) his date, you’re left to spiral in your room alone. it’s only late into the night when you get a phone call from michael, are you able to calm yourself down.
content: fluff, very sweet stuff, childhood best friends to lovers trope, a little emotional angst, some cursing (only a tiny bit but still worth mentioning), no use of y/n, reader overthinks a lottt for no reason, family peer pressure.
word count: 5.6k
a/n: based on this request (my first one AHHHHH 🥹 I'M SO THANKFUL!). not proof read but i hope yall enjoy and feedback is always welcomed, please and thank you!
divider credit: @somebitchprobably-graphicdump
three hours.
that’s how long you had been talking to yourself in the mirror, practicing what you were going to say to your best friend.
three. fucking. hours. but you still had no idea how you were supposed to go about this. you had stupidly decided you were ready to confess your feelings to michael—the same feelings you’ve been holding in since you were a naive little girl—but now, you were struggling to follow through with your plan.
really, there was nothing for you to be afraid of, and you knew that. by all definitions, the feelings were mutual and it would be stupid to try to define your relationship with michael as platonic. the almost daily sleepovers at his house where the two of you watch his favorite movies and cuddle. the way his hand automatically searched for yours whenever you were around. the unusually long hugs you share whenever either of you get too excited. all of it screamed “more than just friends” and while you kept trying to remind yourself of that fact, you couldn’t help shake the negative, lingering feeling in the back of your mind.
michael was nice. ridiculously so, and some part of you wondered if he was indulging in your crush just because he felt sorry for you.
you decided you couldn’t think about it anymore. before you could back out, you called a taxi for yourself and headed over to the jackson family house, only spending half the drive over nervously biting your nails.
by the time the gates to hayvenhurst came into view, your heart had basically fell to your stomach. you wanted to throw up, but instead, gathered enough courage to step out of the taxi.
almost too quickly, the gates of hayvenhurst for you and there was no longer a barrier between you and the conversation you were forcing yourself to have. with a final groan, you forcibly dragged your feet across the front entrance of the mansion and arrived at the front door and lifted your finger up to the doorbell.
all you had to do was push your finger a tiny bit…but you just couldn’t. you let out another groan. how many times had you been to this house before to hang out with michael, but now you struggled to even ring the doorbell.
suddenly, the little courage you had came here with completely disappeared. you wanted to go home. you never actually told michael you were coming over, so it wouldn’t be that hard to just leave. you thought about it for a second, but before you could even turn around and attempt to chase the taxi man down again, the door swung up revealing a slightly worrier michael. he looked so cute in his blue sweater and button down, tied together with that cute knot in his eyebrow, that you almost forgot why you were standing here in the first place.
“shit—” you blurted out.
michael looked at you, almost unsure of what he should do next.
“what are you doing here?” he finally spoke, hoping he didn’t come off as too weird.
you paused, going over it in your head for what felt like the hundredth time. if you really wanted to, you could lie and say you say you thought you left something behind. it wouldn’t even be that far fetch of a lie seeing as you basically lived here at this point.
“i wanted to ask you something.” maybe you were dumber than you thought. michael made a gesture with his hand, waiting for you to continue, but you just couldn’t.
what if he laughed in your face?—he wouldn’t but still. you don’t know what you’d do with yourself if he rejected you. you valued your friendship with michael above anything else. through everything in your life, michael has been by your side, acting as an anchor for you, and you’d hate to throw that all away in pursuit of some unrequited love. you’d rather go your entire life, pretending that you desperately didn’t want to be in a relationship with michael, than to not have him in your life at all.
“ask me what?” michael finally spoke, realizing that you weren’t going to elaborate unless he asked you to.
you opened your mouth to speak but then immediately closed it. this was going to be way harder than you originally thought. you had to swallow a lump in your throat, suddenly finding the color of your shoes very cute. honestly, you could still back out of this if you really wanted to, but deep down you don’t think you wanted to.
you wanted to go through with this because beyond all those negative and insecure thoughts, you knew what you and michael had gone way past a regular friendship and you wanted to explore that.
“i wanted to ask you about going out…with me,” the words felt foreign coming out of your mouth, but you had to admit it did feel like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders.
michael just stared at you in awe because he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. maybe you were messing with him, and this was just some elaborate prank. how many times had he stayed up at night, picturing this exact scenario to himself? he hadn’t been confident enough to ask you out yet, so this was truly the best thing to happen to him.
“you want to go out with me?” he repeated your words back to you in confusion, still trying to make sense of it in his head.
the confused tone of his voice and the way he tilted his head at you left you taken back. you don’t know what reaction you were expecting from him, but this wasn’t it. you couldn’t quite read his face, which was alarming because you could always read him, but right now, you had absolutely no idea what was on his mind.
the warm smile on his face paired with the rosy tint of his normally brown cheeks led you to believe that he reciprocated your feelings. of course he did, how could he not? but that scrunch in his eyebrow that still hadn't gone away yet made you question yourself and him.
“of course, dummy!” you scoffed, finding his confusion very absurd.
it was very obvious that your own nervousness was distracting you. because if you were so focused on fidgeting with your fingers in order to calm your anxiety, you probably would’ve picked up on michael’s own nervousness.
he could barely hold eye contact or stand still as he kept wobbling back and forth between his feet. this sounded like a confession to him. at least he really, really, wanted that to be the case.
“so, what do you say? this afternoon, i was thinking we can go to disneyland. i know that’s like, your favorite place on earth,” you nudged him playfully.
you laughed with him, finally letting yourself relax a bit. what were you even stressing over? this was michael, your best friend since you were in diapers. ever since the two of you could talk, everyone knew you guys would be together forever. you were just being over dramatic and in your head about nothing.
“disneyland? you know i’d love too,” he cheered, forgetting himself for a second before he remembered something.
in a second, you watched michael’s mood change completely. the excited look in his eye went away and that soft smile that you fell in love with turned into a frown, leaving his taken aback.
“this afternoon?” michael asked, suddenly becoming timid—well more timid than he usually is.
“yeah, why what’s the matter?” you tilted your head to the side, suddenly regretting ever asking him out. all those negative thoughts you had been barely keeping at bay, instantly started flooding back into your mind.
“well this afternoon…” michael hesitated, no longer speaking at normal volume. instead, he reverted to that quiet mutter he always did whenever he felt overwhelmed.
he sucked in a breath. with the way you were looking at him, utterly confused and slightly panicking, he knew he’d have to tell you the truth. no matter how much he didn’t want to…
“later, i’m busy,” he finally continued. he hoped that would be enough to satisfy your curiosity, so he continued despite his desire to just shut up. “this afternoon…i have a date…”
“a date?!” you were completely stunned.
you mouth was left open and your eyes were practically bulging out of your head. you couldn’t believe it. you didn’t want to believe it honestly. how could this be possible? it felt like the entire foundation of your reality had crumbled with just five words.
you thought—
“like an actual date, date?” you tried to rationalize your thoughts outloud, “like a romantic date? with a girl??”
“yes,” michael answered, but he quickly realized he wasn’t doing anything to help the situation. “it’s not what you think—”
“so, it’s not a real date?”
“no it is, but—”
“so it’s exactly what i think!” you threw your hands up in frustration before crossing your arms over your chest.
in all the different scenarios you had run through your head, you never foresaw this happening. you always assumed the feelings you had for michael were reciprocated, but apparently not. you didn’t know if you wanted to run away and cry or yell at him in anger.
“you're confusing me, michael," you frowned, desperate for some type of explanation.
michael scratched the back of his head, “it’s more complicated than you think.”
this was terrible. michael knew he wasn’t good at communicating, but this was really just a mess and he had no idea how to explain himself to you without sounding completely crazy.
“it wasn’t my idea,” he admitted, “it was mother’s idea—well my entire family’s actually. they thought it would be a good idea for me to put myself out there, i guess. they just don’t want to see me alone i think…i hope you’re not mad at me?”
you rolled your eyes. you absolutely hated that pout he did whenever he felt bad. even after he just tore your heart out of your chest, you couldn’t resist those big brown eyes. he just had a kicked puppy expression that made you want to coo at him instead of yell at him.
“no i’m not mad,” you huffed, hating yourself for how easily you forgave him.
“you’re not?” he asked, genuinely surprised.
“no.” you responded, dropping your arms to the side, “i can’t really be mad at you for making plans without me. i just wanted to hang out with you since we haven’t gone out in a while.”
you forced a laugh before immediately biting the inside of your cheek. the lie came out too easily for your liking. you felt pathetic but you were trying to play it off. technically, you were right. you hadn’t officially asked him out on a proper date, so you still had deniability. though, you doubted how much he actually believed you.
michael didn’t say anything. instead, he just looked at you to the point you felt uncomfortable having his gaze on you. he was genuinely disappointed. he couldn’t tell if you were lying, or if he had once again been reading too much into your actions.
“i’m sorry,” he apologized again.
“don’t be,” you patted him on the shoulder, but the action lacked your usual warmth, “i’m gonna go…”
“what?” michael croaked out in confusion. “are you being serious?”
“i only came here to ask you about that, so i don’t really have a reason to stay here,” you smiled at him weakly, instantly regretting admitting that out loud.
you wanted so badly to come off as unbothered, because otherwise you would feel like an idiot, but you just couldn’t help the way your lip quivered slightly. no matter how you looked at it, this felt humiliating. you didn’t even want to think about it anymore, because you knew if you did, you’d burst into tears, and the last thing you wanted to do was to sob on michael’s front porch.
if michael knew you were upset, he did a great job hiding it. he just continued to look at you with that same frown on his face, which somehow made you feel even more shitty. michael called your name, causing you to let out a heavy sigh. you could tell he felt bad about it, so you couldn’t even get mad at him.
“if i had known earlier, i would’ve gone with you, i hope you know that, right?”
“it’s fine,” you waved him off again. “it’s not like i was asking you on a date or anything.”
you wanted to smack yourself in the face. out of everything you could’ve said, you don’t know why you went with a blatant lie. of course you were asking him on a date! thankfully, michael just laughed—albeit awkwardly, but he still laughed nonetheless. either he was just trying to be kind, not calling you out on your bullshit, or he genuinely believed you.
you gave him one more forced smile and without another word, you turned on your heel and started power walking back towards the gates. you’re pretty sure michael tried to call out after you, but you pretended to not hear him and instead increased your speed.
the walk home (yes, walk home, you would rather die than ask michael to call a taxi for you) was terrible. after that humiliation ritual, the last thing you wanted to do was be left alone with your own thoughts. all of those insecure thoughts that you were trying to convince yourself were baseless came rushing to the front of your mind.
a date? what the fuck? since when did michael start to date? since when did michael do things without telling you? you never thought you were the most perceptive person, but you didn’t understand how could you misread a situation so badly.
when you finally got home, you felt a weird sense of relief wash over you. at least now you could wallow in self pity behind closed doors now. you didn’t even have to give it a second thought before you immediately made your way to your bed, so that you could hide under the covers and cry. it’s not like you wanted to cry, but you couldn’t help but wonder why michael decided to start dating.
of course michael was a grown man and it wouldn’t be odd for someone his age to want to start pursuing a romantic relationship just out of the blue. it was even weirder that it was his family that encouraged him as well. it felt like a betrayal even though you knew michael didn’t owe him any sort of loyalty. maybe it was egotistical or narcissistic of you, but you just kind of always assumed michael knew he was yours.
neither of you dated or expressed interest in anyone. to you, it felt like there was this unspoken rule between the two of you since you were both old enough to understand relationships, that you guys were together. you always felt that eventually, you and michael would find your way to each other, which is why you had the courage to ask him out in the first place, but now you just felt delusional and a little too invested in something that was just a friendship.
the entire afternoon and into the night, you couldn’t help but wonder how michael’s date was actually going. maybe it was because you had a humiliation kink, but you started to imagine how his date was going.
the girl he was with was probably an attractive woman—she had to be if she was handpicked by his family—she was probably confident and funny too if she was able to impress the jackson family. you let out a pathetic groan as you continued to upset yourself even further. the longer you thought about it, the more perfect the woman in your head got and the more insecure you started to feel.
michael probably had her laughing—dying laughing, with his cute corny jokes. god damnit why did he have to be so funny. and she probably had him all giggly and nervous the way he always was whenever someone flattered him, because of course she would be able to get him flustered. you groaned even louder, but this time you did so into your pillow so as to not wake your neighbors.
by the time you stopped feeling sorry for yourself (for the most part, there was still a hole in your heart), it was night. you wanted to just turn your brain off for the rest of the night and watch some dumb cartoons or cook yourself something, but before you could decide on something, your house phone started going off. without even thinking about it, you picked the phone up to your ear.
“hello?”
you heard the last person you wanted to talk to say your name.
“michael? what do you want?” you came off harsher than you meant to.
you couldn’t see him, but you could tell he winced at the tone of your voice. after a second he spoke again. “can i talk to you for a second...is right now a good time?”
you sat up in your bed, getting more comfortable. you could easily pick up on the hesitation in his voice and knew that something important was on his mind. anytime he called you late at night like this, you knew it was because he was stressed about something.
“yeah, what do you need?” you asked, voice softer than before.
“well…i’d rather talk to you in real life. can i come over?”
you raised an eyebrow at his words. he was being unusually vague with you, which had alarm bells in your mind going off. god forbid he tries to bring up what happened earlier today. you glanced over to your alarm clock sitting on your bed stand. it was late, but it wasn’t unbelievably late.
“of course you can, you’re always welcomed over—you know that”
“okay, great.” michael let out a sigh of relief. “i’m on my way.”
you were going to reply, but before you could, michael hung up on you. leaving you speechless.
okay, that was rude.
after a minute of just sitting there in bewilderment, you heard your doorbell ring. you weren’t expecting other than michael, so you paused before heading to your front door. only after the doorbell rang again did you actually get up to open the door.
“michael?” you asked in confusion. you were trying to connect the dots in your head, “how did you get here so fast? we were just on the phone…”
“i was already in the area,” he scratched the back of his head, not entirely meeting your eyes.
“right, okay.” you nodded and gave him a knowing smirk, which let him know you didn’t believe his lie.
you finally moved from your doorway, allowing for him to enter your apartment. the tension was still obviously there, but not as much as you thought there would be. it was almost like it didn’t happen at all, but you couldn’t help but still be on edge. michael instinctively bypassed your living room, making his way into your bedroom to sit on the edge. you followed close behind him, sitting down next to him.
michael was being quiet, which was saying a lot. instead, he just sat with his hands in his lap, twiddling his thumbs. you raised an eyebrow at him, realizing that he was way more tense than you first believed. his brain was going a mile and minute and it was written all over his face. you grabbed one of his hands, placing it in your lap, which finally caused him to acknowledge your presence with a quiet chuckle.
“so, what did you want to talk to me about?” you nudged him slightly, trying to get the conversation going.
it’s not like you were too keen on talking to him right now. you were still feeling embarrassed, which wasn’t his fault, but you couldn’t help but be triggered by his presence and start cringing at yourself. michael shrugged, not knowing what to say and you mocked his action, causing him to chuckle again. you let out a dramatic sigh.
“i hope you didn’t just come over to stare at me,” you teased, “obviously there’s something you wanted to say to me.”
“no i didn’t i just…i really want to get this right,” michael let out his own huff, struggling to find the right words.
“you don’t have to overthink this,” you squeezed his hand gently before, “it’s just me.”
“that’s my exact problem though,” michael confused, squeezing your hand back, “i can’t just be normal around you.”
for what felt like forever, the two of you just stared at each other. you quickly got lost in his eyes, almost forgetting the entire world around you and the same thing was happening to him. reluctantly, you broke eye contact first but still, michael continued to look at and admire every delicate feature across your face.
“well i’m going to need you to try,” you retorted, breaking michael out of whatever trance you seemed to have him in, “because you definitely need a good excuse for showing up to my house unannounced.” you pulled your hand from his, crossing your arms over your chest.
you weren’t exactly mad at him any more and you weren’t even all that embarrassed. it was the lingering sadness that came with being inadvertently rejected that had you acting out of character like this. truthfully, you just wanted to hug and hold him until he felt better, but you felt like you had to keep him at some sort of distance to make a point…or whatever.
“did your girlfriend stand you up?” you guessed, not even trying to hide how disgusted you sounded letting the words escape your lips.
“i already told you it wasn’t like that!” he scoffed, frustrated, but still maintaining his quiet tone.
“then explain it to me. you’re dating around now? just casually seeing people?”
“no, i already told you it’s not like that—”
“it’s exactly like that, michael. why do you feel the need to lie to me about it?” you cut him off.
“i’m not lying to you!” he insisted, giving you that kicked puppy look again.
for your own dignity, you had to look away.
michael wanted to explain everything to you and get you to understand him, but it was hard admitting to the truth, because that would require him confessing his feelings to him. when you came over to his house earlier in the day, he was absolutely excited. then, you asked him out to his favorite palace on this earth and he naively thought that was your way of confessing your feelings to him. but, then you clarified yourself by saying it wasn’t an actual date you were asking him on.
michael liked you a lot. it was very obvious to anyone who watched the two of you interact, that michael couldn’t help but smile whenever you were around and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you for even a second. even now, when you two were “arguing”, he couldn't help but stare at you fondly and crack a tiniest smile (any wider and he knew you’d actually be upset with him).
and that was his problem. michael had been operating like this since he was a little boy and he was completely fine waiting until the perfect moment to tell you how he really felt—or even better, have you confess to him—but, his family didn’t exactly see it the same way as him
“it’s not like i actually wanted to go on that date today,” he admitted, trying to calm your annoyance with him.
“then why did you?” you shot back quickly.
“i already told you, it was my family. they really wanted me to do this. they just kept on insisting for months until i finally caved in,” he continued, “they wouldn’t take my ‘no’ as an answer. everyday i had someone cornering me, showing me pictures of this random woman, talking her up to me.”
michael already felt horrible leaving you hanging this morning and leaving you upset for that meaningless date. he just wanted to stop this back and forth with you and realizing his explanation was doing nothing to do that, he forced himself to continue talking, “you know i can’t say no to mother, especially since she was just concerned for me. and my brothers as well.”
you dropped your arms to your lap and sighed. of course you already knew michael had a problem with direct confrontation and pushing back, especially with his family. you gave him a pity smile. even if you wanted to continue making him feel guilty, you couldn’t force yourself to do that to him.
“you ending up alone is that much of a concern to them, huh?” you teased, trying to ease some more of the tension.
“i supposed so,” he replied, laughing lightly, starting to find the humor in this entire situation. now that you were somewhat happy michael continued, gripping his pants tightly, “you’re not mad at me anymore?”
you almost said ‘no’, but caught yourself in the process. instead, giving him a teasing smirk. “did you have a good time?” you asking, raising an eyebrow at him suspiciously.
“gosh no, i was so miserable. i wish i had just taken you up on your offer, at least then i would’ve had a good time. she was so boring too. all she could talk about was the dinner menu. the conversations were so plain. the entire time i was just thinking of you. i’m so sorry that—”
“alright, alright, i forgive you,” you cut his rambling off, covering his mouth with your hand.
it was nice knowing that earlier, you were making yourself stressed for no reason, but he was becoming incoherent. michael’s muffled laugh escaped from behind your hand, which caused you to laugh as well. when you were sure he was finished, you dropped your hand from his mouth, instead moving to hug him.
michael immediately returned your hug, finally satisfied with himself, and no longer feeling as guilty as he did before.
“you don’t have to keep apologizing to me, i don’t even care anymore,” you reassured him again with the tiny lie.
“but i do,” he insisted, “i feel really sorry, truly.”
michael pulled away from your hug, but he didn’t move away from you completely, he placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed gently. he was desperate to get you to understand his thought process. he wanted to be completely sure you knew this wasn’t going to be a common occurrence with him ditching you to go on dates.
“i don’t ever want to do that to you again, i swear,” he whispered, surprised by his own vulnerability. he shook your shoulders slightly, “i’m being serious, having to sit there on that date and pretend to be normal—pretend i wasn’t thinking about you…thinking about how disappointed you looked this moring. i really feel bad.”
your gaze dropped down to your shoulder, where michael’s hand rested, showing no sign of moving anytime soon. you met his gaze and you were once again welcomed by his big, brown, pleading eyes, full of genuine vulnerability.
suddenly, you were reminded of the exact reason you fell for michael in the first place. his ability to make you feel like you were the center of his universe was thrilling. you swallowed a lump in your throat, suddenly feeling the atmosphere change as the tension between you two completely disappeared.
he was going to confess, right? this felt like a confession.
you tried your hardest to focus on what he was saying to you, mindlessly nodding along to whatever he was saying, but already imagining how his kisses would feel. he’d definitely be a gentle kisser…maybe you were being too eager? you didn’t know, but you were pretty certain where he was going with this. you let your eyes flicker down to his lips for a second before meeting his eyes again and biting your lip a little bit.
michael tried not to look too deeply into your actions, but he couldn’t not notice the way you looked at his lips, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. he lost his train of thought pretty quickly after. he attempted to continue talking, but could barely do that, so he just called your name, which ended up snapping you out of your thoughts.
“i was asking you on a date,” you bluntly confessed before you could stop yourself.
“i’m sorry?” michael stuttered, barely being able to process what you just said to him
with one sentence, you were able to make his brain short circuit. that’s just the effect you had on him. deep down he knew that you liked him too and for years, he had been mentally preparing himself
“so does that mean…?”
“i really like you, like really, really like you. i was just embarrassed that you rejected me and i was in my feelings about it…” you admitted, though, it was really hard to do.
you definitely felt the way your cheeks had started to heat up the more honest you got with him and the more vulnerable he made you feel, but you had to admit it felt good to get this off your chest, especially when you had spent three hours practicing exactly this.
“i just always assumed we liked each other, i think i just felt betrayed, even though i had no right to…”
“but i do like you!” michael declared, finally getting his brain to work again.
his words sounded like heaven. you couldn’t believe it. well you could believe it but still, you were ecstatic to hear it. you had played this scenario in your head hundreds of times, but it still sounded way better in real life.
“you’re right. i’ve liked you for so long,” he continued, a sense of relief washing over him now that everything was out in the open. “if it wasn’t for my family, i would’ve never in a million years get caught dead with anyone else.”
all you could do now is smile. the first real smile you’ve had all day and of course it was because of him. you hugged him again, but this time, you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. it wasn’t an unfamiliar action for either of you, but somehow, it felt unreal in this new context.
saying you felt relieved or happy would be downplaying it. you felt like you were floating on cloud 9. any lingering negative thoughts you had disappeared and you knew that tonight you’d be laughing at the breakdown you’d been having this entire day.
after a second of just taking in this new feeling, you picked your head up just enough to gaze at his face quietly. then, you grab your chin, turning it towards you so you can get a better look.
“does this mean i can kiss you now?” you shyly whispered, still feeling flustered, “i’ve kind of been waiting to do this since i was like, ten.”
you both laughed and michael nodded eagerly. with his consent, you pulled his face even closer to yours, sealing both yours’ confessions with a kiss. there was still so much left to be said between you two and you already knew that, but for now, just kissing him would be enough closure for you.
he smiled against your lips before deepening the kiss, surprising you in the process and causing you to help. nonetheless, you tilted your head, making it easier for him to slide his tongue past your lips. he was being delicate, just as you pictured him to be, taking his time as he explored the new unknown territory of your mouth. his grip on your waist tightened and you had to wrap your arms around his neck in order to keep up with his pace.
you pulled away from each other slightly to catch your breath but quickly, the two of you realized you wouldn’t be satisfied with just a single kiss. as if asking for permission, your gaze dropped down towards his lips again and michael eagerly responded to this by grabbing your shoulders, causing you to lean forward so that he could kiss you again.
only after spending the next 5 minutes exploring every inch of each other’s mouths did you both feel satisfied enough to pull back from each other. you reverted back to your original position, resting your face comfortably on the side of his neck, but this time, you wrapped your arms around his waist, so that you could hug him.
“and don’t worry, i already know where our first date will be,” michael spoke up, breaking the peaceful quiet that had formed between you two with a cheeky smile.
you picked your head up in confusion, “already? where?”
“disneyland. it’s my favorite place on earth,” he teased you, causing you to shriek dramatically.
“you’re so annoying,” you whined, picking your head up so that you could playfully shove him.
the two of you broke into laughter. when your laughter finally calmed down you continued with a more serious expression, “but i’m holding you to that, so you better not break that promise. or else…” you tried your best to sound threatening, but ended up breaking character with a giggle.
“turn you down again? i wouldn’t dream of it!” michael joked back.
satisfied with his answer, you leaned back in to give him a kiss, but this time it was on his cheek. it might’ve taken a while, but at least you and michael would be having that disney date, and you were fine with just that.
thriller era!michael jackson x childhood bestfriend!reader
synopsis: as long as you can remember, you’ve been in love with your best friend michael, and for as long as you can remember, you thought those feelings were reciprocated. but when you finally muster up the courage to ask him out on a date to disneyland, he rejects you, citing the fact that he had a date set up by his family as a reason. in 0.5 seconds, your entire reality is shattered and while he spends his afternoon enjoying (he’s not) his date, you’re left to spiral in your room alone. it’s only late into the night when you get a phone call from michael, are you able to calm yourself down.
content: fluff, very sweet stuff, childhood best friends to lovers trope, a little emotional angst, some cursing (only a tiny bit but still worth mentioning), no use of y/n, reader overthinks a lottt for no reason, family peer pressure.
word count: 5.6k
a/n: based on this request (my first one AHHHHH 🥹 I'M SO THANKFUL!). not proof read but i hope yall enjoy and feedback is always welcomed, please and thank you!
divider credit: @somebitchprobably-graphicdump
three hours.
that’s how long you had been talking to yourself in the mirror, practicing what you were going to say to your best friend.
three. fucking. hours. but you still had no idea how you were supposed to go about this. you had stupidly decided you were ready to confess your feelings to michael—the same feelings you’ve been holding in since you were a naive little girl—but now, you were struggling to follow through with your plan.
really, there was nothing for you to be afraid of, and you knew that. by all definitions, the feelings were mutual and it would be stupid to try to define your relationship with michael as platonic. the almost daily sleepovers at his house where the two of you watch his favorite movies and cuddle. the way his hand automatically searched for yours whenever you were around. the unusually long hugs you share whenever either of you get too excited. all of it screamed “more than just friends” and while you kept trying to remind yourself of that fact, you couldn’t help shake the negative, lingering feeling in the back of your mind.
michael was nice. ridiculously so, and some part of you wondered if he was indulging in your crush just because he felt sorry for you.
you decided you couldn’t think about it anymore. before you could back out, you called a taxi for yourself and headed over to the jackson family house, only spending half the drive over nervously biting your nails.
by the time the gates to hayvenhurst came into view, your heart had basically fell to your stomach. you wanted to throw up, but instead, gathered enough courage to step out of the taxi.
almost too quickly, the gates of hayvenhurst for you and there was no longer a barrier between you and the conversation you were forcing yourself to have. with a final groan, you forcibly dragged your feet across the front entrance of the mansion and arrived at the front door and lifted your finger up to the doorbell.
all you had to do was push your finger a tiny bit…but you just couldn’t. you let out another groan. how many times had you been to this house before to hang out with michael, but now you struggled to even ring the doorbell.
suddenly, the little courage you had came here with completely disappeared. you wanted to go home. you never actually told michael you were coming over, so it wouldn’t be that hard to just leave. you thought about it for a second, but before you could even turn around and attempt to chase the taxi man down again, the door swung up revealing a slightly worrier michael. he looked so cute in his blue sweater and button down, tied together with that cute knot in his eyebrow, that you almost forgot why you were standing here in the first place.
“shit—” you blurted out.
michael looked at you, almost unsure of what he should do next.
“what are you doing here?” he finally spoke, hoping he didn’t come off as too weird.
you paused, going over it in your head for what felt like the hundredth time. if you really wanted to, you could lie and say you say you thought you left something behind. it wouldn’t even be that far fetch of a lie seeing as you basically lived here at this point.
“i wanted to ask you something.” maybe you were dumber than you thought. michael made a gesture with his hand, waiting for you to continue, but you just couldn’t.
what if he laughed in your face?—he wouldn’t but still. you don’t know what you’d do with yourself if he rejected you. you valued your friendship with michael above anything else. through everything in your life, michael has been by your side, acting as an anchor for you, and you’d hate to throw that all away in pursuit of some unrequited love. you’d rather go your entire life, pretending that you desperately didn’t want to be in a relationship with michael, than to not have him in your life at all.
“ask me what?” michael finally spoke, realizing that you weren’t going to elaborate unless he asked you to.
you opened your mouth to speak but then immediately closed it. this was going to be way harder than you originally thought. you had to swallow a lump in your throat, suddenly finding the color of your shoes very cute. honestly, you could still back out of this if you really wanted to, but deep down you don’t think you wanted to.
you wanted to go through with this because beyond all those negative and insecure thoughts, you knew what you and michael had gone way past a regular friendship and you wanted to explore that.
“i wanted to ask you about going out…with me,” the words felt foreign coming out of your mouth, but you had to admit it did feel like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders.
michael just stared at you in awe because he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. maybe you were messing with him, and this was just some elaborate prank. how many times had he stayed up at night, picturing this exact scenario to himself? he hadn’t been confident enough to ask you out yet, so this was truly the best thing to happen to him.
“you want to go out with me?” he repeated your words back to you in confusion, still trying to make sense of it in his head.
the confused tone of his voice and the way he tilted his head at you left you taken back. you don’t know what reaction you were expecting from him, but this wasn’t it. you couldn’t quite read his face, which was alarming because you could always read him, but right now, you had absolutely no idea what was on his mind.
the warm smile on his face paired with the rosy tint of his normally brown cheeks led you to believe that he reciprocated your feelings. of course he did, how could he not? but that scrunch in his eyebrow that still hadn't gone away yet made you question yourself and him.
“of course, dummy!” you scoffed, finding his confusion very absurd.
it was very obvious that your own nervousness was distracting you. because if you were so focused on fidgeting with your fingers in order to calm your anxiety, you probably would’ve picked up on michael’s own nervousness.
he could barely hold eye contact or stand still as he kept wobbling back and forth between his feet. this sounded like a confession to him. at least he really, really, wanted that to be the case.
“so, what do you say? this afternoon, i was thinking we can go to disneyland. i know that’s like, your favorite place on earth,” you nudged him playfully.
you laughed with him, finally letting yourself relax a bit. what were you even stressing over? this was michael, your best friend since you were in diapers. ever since the two of you could talk, everyone knew you guys would be together forever. you were just being over dramatic and in your head about nothing.
“disneyland? you know i’d love too,” he cheered, forgetting himself for a second before he remembered something.
in a second, you watched michael’s mood change completely. the excited look in his eye went away and that soft smile that you fell in love with turned into a frown, leaving his taken aback.
“this afternoon?” michael asked, suddenly becoming timid—well more timid than he usually is.
“yeah, why what’s the matter?” you tilted your head to the side, suddenly regretting ever asking him out. all those negative thoughts you had been barely keeping at bay, instantly started flooding back into your mind.
“well this afternoon…” michael hesitated, no longer speaking at normal volume. instead, he reverted to that quiet mutter he always did whenever he felt overwhelmed.
he sucked in a breath. with the way you were looking at him, utterly confused and slightly panicking, he knew he’d have to tell you the truth. no matter how much he didn’t want to…
“later, i’m busy,” he finally continued. he hoped that would be enough to satisfy your curiosity, so he continued despite his desire to just shut up. “this afternoon…i have a date…”
“a date?!” you were completely stunned.
you mouth was left open and your eyes were practically bulging out of your head. you couldn’t believe it. you didn’t want to believe it honestly. how could this be possible? it felt like the entire foundation of your reality had crumbled with just five words.
you thought—
“like an actual date, date?” you tried to rationalize your thoughts outloud, “like a romantic date? with a girl??”
“yes,” michael answered, but he quickly realized he wasn’t doing anything to help the situation. “it’s not what you think—”
“so, it’s not a real date?”
“no it is, but—”
“so it’s exactly what i think!” you threw your hands up in frustration before crossing your arms over your chest.
in all the different scenarios you had run through your head, you never foresaw this happening. you always assumed the feelings you had for michael were reciprocated, but apparently not. you didn’t know if you wanted to run away and cry or yell at him in anger.
“you're confusing me, michael," you frowned, desperate for some type of explanation.
michael scratched the back of his head, “it’s more complicated than you think.”
this was terrible. michael knew he wasn’t good at communicating, but this was really just a mess and he had no idea how to explain himself to you without sounding completely crazy.
“it wasn’t my idea,” he admitted, “it was mother’s idea—well my entire family’s actually. they thought it would be a good idea for me to put myself out there, i guess. they just don’t want to see me alone i think…i hope you’re not mad at me?”
you rolled your eyes. you absolutely hated that pout he did whenever he felt bad. even after he just tore your heart out of your chest, you couldn’t resist those big brown eyes. he just had a kicked puppy expression that made you want to coo at him instead of yell at him.
“no i’m not mad,” you huffed, hating yourself for how easily you forgave him.
“you’re not?” he asked, genuinely surprised.
“no.” you responded, dropping your arms to the side, “i can’t really be mad at you for making plans without me. i just wanted to hang out with you since we haven’t gone out in a while.”
you forced a laugh before immediately biting the inside of your cheek. the lie came out too easily for your liking. you felt pathetic but you were trying to play it off. technically, you were right. you hadn’t officially asked him out on a proper date, so you still had deniability. though, you doubted how much he actually believed you.
michael didn’t say anything. instead, he just looked at you to the point you felt uncomfortable having his gaze on you. he was genuinely disappointed. he couldn’t tell if you were lying, or if he had once again been reading too much into your actions.
“i’m sorry,” he apologized again.
“don’t be,” you patted him on the shoulder, but the action lacked your usual warmth, “i’m gonna go…”
“what?” michael croaked out in confusion. “are you being serious?”
“i only came here to ask you about that, so i don’t really have a reason to stay here,” you smiled at him weakly, instantly regretting admitting that out loud.
you wanted so badly to come off as unbothered, because otherwise you would feel like an idiot, but you just couldn’t help the way your lip quivered slightly. no matter how you looked at it, this felt humiliating. you didn’t even want to think about it anymore, because you knew if you did, you’d burst into tears, and the last thing you wanted to do was to sob on michael’s front porch.
if michael knew you were upset, he did a great job hiding it. he just continued to look at you with that same frown on his face, which somehow made you feel even more shitty. michael called your name, causing you to let out a heavy sigh. you could tell he felt bad about it, so you couldn’t even get mad at him.
“if i had known earlier, i would’ve gone with you, i hope you know that, right?”
“it’s fine,” you waved him off again. “it’s not like i was asking you on a date or anything.”
you wanted to smack yourself in the face. out of everything you could’ve said, you don’t know why you went with a blatant lie. of course you were asking him on a date! thankfully, michael just laughed—albeit awkwardly, but he still laughed nonetheless. either he was just trying to be kind, not calling you out on your bullshit, or he genuinely believed you.
you gave him one more forced smile and without another word, you turned on your heel and started power walking back towards the gates. you’re pretty sure michael tried to call out after you, but you pretended to not hear him and instead increased your speed.
the walk home (yes, walk home, you would rather die than ask michael to call a taxi for you) was terrible. after that humiliation ritual, the last thing you wanted to do was be left alone with your own thoughts. all of those insecure thoughts that you were trying to convince yourself were baseless came rushing to the front of your mind.
a date? what the fuck? since when did michael start to date? since when did michael do things without telling you? you never thought you were the most perceptive person, but you didn’t understand how could you misread a situation so badly.
when you finally got home, you felt a weird sense of relief wash over you. at least now you could wallow in self pity behind closed doors now. you didn’t even have to give it a second thought before you immediately made your way to your bed, so that you could hide under the covers and cry. it’s not like you wanted to cry, but you couldn’t help but wonder why michael decided to start dating.
of course michael was a grown man and it wouldn’t be odd for someone his age to want to start pursuing a romantic relationship just out of the blue. it was even weirder that it was his family that encouraged him as well. it felt like a betrayal even though you knew michael didn’t owe him any sort of loyalty. maybe it was egotistical or narcissistic of you, but you just kind of always assumed michael knew he was yours.
neither of you dated or expressed interest in anyone. to you, it felt like there was this unspoken rule between the two of you since you were both old enough to understand relationships, that you guys were together. you always felt that eventually, you and michael would find your way to each other, which is why you had the courage to ask him out in the first place, but now you just felt delusional and a little too invested in something that was just a friendship.
the entire afternoon and into the night, you couldn’t help but wonder how michael’s date was actually going. maybe it was because you had a humiliation kink, but you started to imagine how his date was going.
the girl he was with was probably an attractive woman—she had to be if she was handpicked by his family—she was probably confident and funny too if she was able to impress the jackson family. you let out a pathetic groan as you continued to upset yourself even further. the longer you thought about it, the more perfect the woman in your head got and the more insecure you started to feel.
michael probably had her laughing—dying laughing, with his cute corny jokes. god damnit why did he have to be so funny. and she probably had him all giggly and nervous the way he always was whenever someone flattered him, because of course she would be able to get him flustered. you groaned even louder, but this time you did so into your pillow so as to not wake your neighbors.
by the time you stopped feeling sorry for yourself (for the most part, there was still a hole in your heart), it was night. you wanted to just turn your brain off for the rest of the night and watch some dumb cartoons or cook yourself something, but before you could decide on something, your house phone started going off. without even thinking about it, you picked the phone up to your ear.
“hello?”
you heard the last person you wanted to talk to say your name.
“michael? what do you want?” you came off harsher than you meant to.
you couldn’t see him, but you could tell he winced at the tone of your voice. after a second he spoke again. “can i talk to you for a second...is right now a good time?”
you sat up in your bed, getting more comfortable. you could easily pick up on the hesitation in his voice and knew that something important was on his mind. anytime he called you late at night like this, you knew it was because he was stressed about something.
“yeah, what do you need?” you asked, voice softer than before.
“well…i’d rather talk to you in real life. can i come over?”
you raised an eyebrow at his words. he was being unusually vague with you, which had alarm bells in your mind going off. god forbid he tries to bring up what happened earlier today. you glanced over to your alarm clock sitting on your bed stand. it was late, but it wasn’t unbelievably late.
“of course you can, you’re always welcomed over—you know that”
“okay, great.” michael let out a sigh of relief. “i’m on my way.”
you were going to reply, but before you could, michael hung up on you. leaving you speechless.
okay, that was rude.
after a minute of just sitting there in bewilderment, you heard your doorbell ring. you weren’t expecting other than michael, so you paused before heading to your front door. only after the doorbell rang again did you actually get up to open the door.
“michael?” you asked in confusion. you were trying to connect the dots in your head, “how did you get here so fast? we were just on the phone…”
“i was already in the area,” he scratched the back of his head, not entirely meeting your eyes.
“right, okay.” you nodded and gave him a knowing smirk, which let him know you didn’t believe his lie.
you finally moved from your doorway, allowing for him to enter your apartment. the tension was still obviously there, but not as much as you thought there would be. it was almost like it didn’t happen at all, but you couldn’t help but still be on edge. michael instinctively bypassed your living room, making his way into your bedroom to sit on the edge. you followed close behind him, sitting down next to him.
michael was being quiet, which was saying a lot. instead, he just sat with his hands in his lap, twiddling his thumbs. you raised an eyebrow at him, realizing that he was way more tense than you first believed. his brain was going a mile and minute and it was written all over his face. you grabbed one of his hands, placing it in your lap, which finally caused him to acknowledge your presence with a quiet chuckle.
“so, what did you want to talk to me about?” you nudged him slightly, trying to get the conversation going.
it’s not like you were too keen on talking to him right now. you were still feeling embarrassed, which wasn’t his fault, but you couldn’t help but be triggered by his presence and start cringing at yourself. michael shrugged, not knowing what to say and you mocked his action, causing him to chuckle again. you let out a dramatic sigh.
“i hope you didn’t just come over to stare at me,” you teased, “obviously there’s something you wanted to say to me.”
“no i didn’t i just…i really want to get this right,” michael let out his own huff, struggling to find the right words.
“you don’t have to overthink this,” you squeezed his hand gently before, “it’s just me.”
“that’s my exact problem though,” michael confused, squeezing your hand back, “i can’t just be normal around you.”
for what felt like forever, the two of you just stared at each other. you quickly got lost in his eyes, almost forgetting the entire world around you and the same thing was happening to him. reluctantly, you broke eye contact first but still, michael continued to look at and admire every delicate feature across your face.
“well i’m going to need you to try,” you retorted, breaking michael out of whatever trance you seemed to have him in, “because you definitely need a good excuse for showing up to my house unannounced.” you pulled your hand from his, crossing your arms over your chest.
you weren’t exactly mad at him any more and you weren’t even all that embarrassed. it was the lingering sadness that came with being inadvertently rejected that had you acting out of character like this. truthfully, you just wanted to hug and hold him until he felt better, but you felt like you had to keep him at some sort of distance to make a point…or whatever.
“did your girlfriend stand you up?” you guessed, not even trying to hide how disgusted you sounded letting the words escape your lips.
“i already told you it wasn’t like that!” he scoffed, frustrated, but still maintaining his quiet tone.
“then explain it to me. you’re dating around now? just casually seeing people?”
“no, i already told you it’s not like that—”
“it’s exactly like that, michael. why do you feel the need to lie to me about it?” you cut him off.
“i’m not lying to you!” he insisted, giving you that kicked puppy look again.
for your own dignity, you had to look away.
michael wanted to explain everything to you and get you to understand him, but it was hard admitting to the truth, because that would require him confessing his feelings to him. when you came over to his house earlier in the day, he was absolutely excited. then, you asked him out to his favorite palace on this earth and he naively thought that was your way of confessing your feelings to him. but, then you clarified yourself by saying it wasn’t an actual date you were asking him on.
michael liked you a lot. it was very obvious to anyone who watched the two of you interact, that michael couldn’t help but smile whenever you were around and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you for even a second. even now, when you two were “arguing”, he couldn't help but stare at you fondly and crack a tiniest smile (any wider and he knew you’d actually be upset with him).
and that was his problem. michael had been operating like this since he was a little boy and he was completely fine waiting until the perfect moment to tell you how he really felt—or even better, have you confess to him—but, his family didn’t exactly see it the same way as him
“it’s not like i actually wanted to go on that date today,” he admitted, trying to calm your annoyance with him.
“then why did you?” you shot back quickly.
“i already told you, it was my family. they really wanted me to do this. they just kept on insisting for months until i finally caved in,” he continued, “they wouldn’t take my ‘no’ as an answer. everyday i had someone cornering me, showing me pictures of this random woman, talking her up to me.”
michael already felt horrible leaving you hanging this morning and leaving you upset for that meaningless date. he just wanted to stop this back and forth with you and realizing his explanation was doing nothing to do that, he forced himself to continue talking, “you know i can’t say no to mother, especially since she was just concerned for me. and my brothers as well.”
you dropped your arms to your lap and sighed. of course you already knew michael had a problem with direct confrontation and pushing back, especially with his family. you gave him a pity smile. even if you wanted to continue making him feel guilty, you couldn’t force yourself to do that to him.
“you ending up alone is that much of a concern to them, huh?” you teased, trying to ease some more of the tension.
“i supposed so,” he replied, laughing lightly, starting to find the humor in this entire situation. now that you were somewhat happy michael continued, gripping his pants tightly, “you’re not mad at me anymore?”
you almost said ‘no’, but caught yourself in the process. instead, giving him a teasing smirk. “did you have a good time?” you asking, raising an eyebrow at him suspiciously.
“gosh no, i was so miserable. i wish i had just taken you up on your offer, at least then i would’ve had a good time. she was so boring too. all she could talk about was the dinner menu. the conversations were so plain. the entire time i was just thinking of you. i’m so sorry that—”
“alright, alright, i forgive you,” you cut his rambling off, covering his mouth with your hand.
it was nice knowing that earlier, you were making yourself stressed for no reason, but he was becoming incoherent. michael’s muffled laugh escaped from behind your hand, which caused you to laugh as well. when you were sure he was finished, you dropped your hand from his mouth, instead moving to hug him.
michael immediately returned your hug, finally satisfied with himself, and no longer feeling as guilty as he did before.
“you don’t have to keep apologizing to me, i don’t even care anymore,” you reassured him again with the tiny lie.
“but i do,” he insisted, “i feel really sorry, truly.”
michael pulled away from your hug, but he didn’t move away from you completely, he placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed gently. he was desperate to get you to understand his thought process. he wanted to be completely sure you knew this wasn’t going to be a common occurrence with him ditching you to go on dates.
“i don’t ever want to do that to you again, i swear,” he whispered, surprised by his own vulnerability. he shook your shoulders slightly, “i’m being serious, having to sit there on that date and pretend to be normal—pretend i wasn’t thinking about you…thinking about how disappointed you looked this moring. i really feel bad.”
your gaze dropped down to your shoulder, where michael’s hand rested, showing no sign of moving anytime soon. you met his gaze and you were once again welcomed by his big, brown, pleading eyes, full of genuine vulnerability.
suddenly, you were reminded of the exact reason you fell for michael in the first place. his ability to make you feel like you were the center of his universe was thrilling. you swallowed a lump in your throat, suddenly feeling the atmosphere change as the tension between you two completely disappeared.
he was going to confess, right? this felt like a confession.
you tried your hardest to focus on what he was saying to you, mindlessly nodding along to whatever he was saying, but already imagining how his kisses would feel. he’d definitely be a gentle kisser…maybe you were being too eager? you didn’t know, but you were pretty certain where he was going with this. you let your eyes flicker down to his lips for a second before meeting his eyes again and biting your lip a little bit.
michael tried not to look too deeply into your actions, but he couldn’t not notice the way you looked at his lips, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. he lost his train of thought pretty quickly after. he attempted to continue talking, but could barely do that, so he just called your name, which ended up snapping you out of your thoughts.
“i was asking you on a date,” you bluntly confessed before you could stop yourself.
“i’m sorry?” michael stuttered, barely being able to process what you just said to him
with one sentence, you were able to make his brain short circuit. that’s just the effect you had on him. deep down he knew that you liked him too and for years, he had been mentally preparing himself
“so does that mean…?”
“i really like you, like really, really like you. i was just embarrassed that you rejected me and i was in my feelings about it…” you admitted, though, it was really hard to do.
you definitely felt the way your cheeks had started to heat up the more honest you got with him and the more vulnerable he made you feel, but you had to admit it felt good to get this off your chest, especially when you had spent three hours practicing exactly this.
“i just always assumed we liked each other, i think i just felt betrayed, even though i had no right to…”
“but i do like you!” michael declared, finally getting his brain to work again.
his words sounded like heaven. you couldn’t believe it. well you could believe it but still, you were ecstatic to hear it. you had played this scenario in your head hundreds of times, but it still sounded way better in real life.
“you’re right. i’ve liked you for so long,” he continued, a sense of relief washing over him now that everything was out in the open. “if it wasn’t for my family, i would’ve never in a million years get caught dead with anyone else.”
all you could do now is smile. the first real smile you’ve had all day and of course it was because of him. you hugged him again, but this time, you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. it wasn’t an unfamiliar action for either of you, but somehow, it felt unreal in this new context.
saying you felt relieved or happy would be downplaying it. you felt like you were floating on cloud 9. any lingering negative thoughts you had disappeared and you knew that tonight you’d be laughing at the breakdown you’d been having this entire day.
after a second of just taking in this new feeling, you picked your head up just enough to gaze at his face quietly. then, you grab your chin, turning it towards you so you can get a better look.
“does this mean i can kiss you now?” you shyly whispered, still feeling flustered, “i’ve kind of been waiting to do this since i was like, ten.”
you both laughed and michael nodded eagerly. with his consent, you pulled his face even closer to yours, sealing both yours’ confessions with a kiss. there was still so much left to be said between you two and you already knew that, but for now, just kissing him would be enough closure for you.
he smiled against your lips before deepening the kiss, surprising you in the process and causing you to help. nonetheless, you tilted your head, making it easier for him to slide his tongue past your lips. he was being delicate, just as you pictured him to be, taking his time as he explored the new unknown territory of your mouth. his grip on your waist tightened and you had to wrap your arms around his neck in order to keep up with his pace.
you pulled away from each other slightly to catch your breath but quickly, the two of you realized you wouldn’t be satisfied with just a single kiss. as if asking for permission, your gaze dropped down towards his lips again and michael eagerly responded to this by grabbing your shoulders, causing you to lean forward so that he could kiss you again.
only after spending the next 5 minutes exploring every inch of each other’s mouths did you both feel satisfied enough to pull back from each other. you reverted back to your original position, resting your face comfortably on the side of his neck, but this time, you wrapped your arms around his waist, so that you could hug him.
“and don’t worry, i already know where our first date will be,” michael spoke up, breaking the peaceful quiet that had formed between you two with a cheeky smile.
you picked your head up in confusion, “already? where?”
“disneyland. it’s my favorite place on earth,” he teased you, causing you to shriek dramatically.
“you’re so annoying,” you whined, picking your head up so that you could playfully shove him.
the two of you broke into laughter. when your laughter finally calmed down you continued with a more serious expression, “but i’m holding you to that, so you better not break that promise. or else…” you tried your best to sound threatening, but ended up breaking character with a giggle.
“turn you down again? i wouldn’t dream of it!” michael joked back.
satisfied with his answer, you leaned back in to give him a kiss, but this time it was on his cheek. it might’ve taken a while, but at least you and michael would be having that disney date, and you were fine with just that.
okay i have this little idea in my head… basically childhood friends michael jackson x reader fic where reader asks michael to hang out at disneyland however katherine (and his entire family basically) convince him to go on a date with some random girl (could be a celebrity anything u want rlly) and reader is confused af bcs she thought they had something romantic going on together (she thought her love was requited BUT IT IS AND SHE DOESNT KNOW), and she spends the entire night overthinking “oh my god he’s probably having so much fun right now with that girl” but in actuality michael isn’t exactly having it, afterwards he calls reader and asks if he can crash for the night and then the confession happens boom and then we all stand up and applaud.
YAY tysm! so sorry for the long wait, i've been finishing up a lot of other works 😵. i love miscommunication trope so baddd, it's literally my favorite type of yearning probably because it's just suck low stakes. anyways, i didn't forget about this at all don't worry! i tried to keep this short (if you can believe it) and tried my best to show and not tell in my writing, though i don't know if i was able to do that completely. anyways, this was so much fun to write so thank you!! 🙏🙏🙏
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