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19 🐝🪻 Future of engineering? Only of I survive Yeah, I'm kind of open for requests (just spill the tea sis ☕️)

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 masterlist

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 MICHAEL JACKSON

𑣲: x Selena!Reader

"El Chico del Estudio 512" : The guy from the studio 512

"Mi corazón quiere cantar así" : My heart wants to sing like this

⤷ drabble

"La dueña de mi corazón" : The owner of my heart

"Se mi P.Y.T (Pretty Young Thing)" :Be my P.Y.T (Pretty Young Thing)

"Enamorada de ti" : Inlove with you

drabble

"Como la flor"

⤷ "Lo Que Hago Es Soñarte": All I do is dream of you

"¡Ey, ese es mi esposo!" : Hey, that's my husband

"Consiguete uno así mija": Get yourself one of those, girl.

"Amor Prohibido murmura en el estudio": Forbidden Love, murmurs through the studio.

"I could fall in love"

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𑣲: Now playing on spotify... "Canciones para el chico del estudio 512"

❀˖° x actress!Reader (Luis Miguel x actress!Reader)

Now playing "A CONTRALUZ" press play to start...

track 1: "Will you be there"

track 2: "Hasta que me olvides"

track 3:"In the closet"

❀˖° moodboard

𐙚 x DCC!Reader

"The Way You Dance"

"If I Let Her Get Away"

𐙚 moodboard

[prettyangeliczz]

oh his smile, how it melts my heart

[sohieee]

Soooo... I know y'all are probably tired of me but... tomorrow I'll post the third part of... ehmm drumrolls please *drumrolls*

Michael Jackson x DCC!Reader

(I again feel like I'm in tumblr's trenches, someone please rescue me 🤡)

(Also let me know if you to get tagged)

Part 1, Part 2

[sohieee]

Is possible that you can do a SelenaxMJ angsty fic? Maybe like the whole situation with y*landa but having the reader survive or just ending it with a happy ending? if not then that’s okay!!!🫶

God that's gonna be loaded, I've already have some ideas on my mind so hopefully I'll post this tomorrow hehehehehe. But I hope y'all are ready because this is gonna make y'all cry because the plan I have on my mind is well... a bit evil? Well not evil... it's just gonna be pretty angsty. So buckle up for tomorrow HAHAHAHA

(Also I'll probably cry when I write this 😢)

[sohieee]

Soooo.... it's done hehehehe here it is

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "Lo Que Hago Es Soñarte"

[sohieee]

"Lo Que Hago Es Soñarte"

𑣲 Go read Part 1

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 SUMMARY: Based on this request. Michael is forced to confront the fear of losing the love he fought so hard to get back.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Michael Jackson x Selena!Reader

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 TRANSLATION: "Lo que hago es soñarte": What I Do Is Dream About You.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A/N: Sooooo, I might have super emotional writing this, I was almost sobbing, so yeah don't come at me hehehehehe because I just know this gonna hurt y'all (and me). I hope y'all like it and I also hope it doesn't make you want to throw your phones at me. Also please let me now if you want to be added to the masterlist HEHEHEHE

Time seemed to stop all around Michael, as he sat in a waiting room, his nostrils were being filled up with the scent of rubbing alcohol. Eyes red, trembling hands, left knee moving up and down as he looked at the white floor in front of him. It felt like the end of the world was on its verge of happening, well Michael’s world. Life had flashed in his eyes as he got the call he never wanted to ever hear again. The police had called to inform him, and he got to the hospital as fast as he could, desperate to get to you. Bill had to physically stop him from running around the hospital corridors and rooms so that he could find you, that had been three hours ago. Thus now he sat waiting for news standing up every time a doctor entered the waiting room despite not having the news of your state. 

Michael couldn’t lose you, you were his whole world, he had just gotten you back after his idiocy. Because if he did lose… it would feel as if God turned his back on him and decided to never look at him again. He would lose every sense that would make him well Michael. 

One more hour passed, and nothing. At this point Michael was pacing around the waiting room biting his fingernails trying to stop himself from going down there to grab a doctor and start demanding information. Another hour, still nothing. Michael was sitting on the floor trying not to cry or curl up in a ball, Bill was no better as he watched Michael, he was sitting down face down keeping everything in for Michael’s sake. To Bill you had become someone special in his life as Michael had taken a lot of importance in his life, he saw both of you fall in love from the beginning. Bill also saw what nearly losing you did to Michael when he went away and married another woman, he just couldn’t watch it all over again. 

“Mr. Jackson?”

So when the doctor finally called Michael up, he stood up faster than lightning approaching him with fast long strides trying to keep his composure as his hands shook. 

“Yes, that would be,” Michael said with a shaky voice, his eyes clouded with every emotion on the spectrum. 

“Well your wife has…” the doctor started to explain your condition  in some medical gibberish that Michael tried to comprehend, but the only thing in his mind was the fact that he wanted to see you. To see your soft hair, beautiful smile and dazzling eyes, and above all hear your voice, something he wasn’t sure he would get to hear again. It felt as if he was being left alone on earth surrounded by people that could never get to be you, no matter how hard he tried. “Can I see her, please? I just need to see my wife.”  “Yes Mr. Jackson, right this way” 

Michael walked down the corridors of the hospital, long strides wanting to get there as fast as possible, he didn’t even take the time to look around. For the moment he arrived at your room and opened the door, he was met with a sight that was never meant to happen. He observed every little detail of you, to how your hair was down still looking as soft as it always did, your eyes closed as if you were under a harmless slumber. He pulled a chair that was in the corner of the room, placed it next to you and sat down. He took your hand in his, your delicate skin touching his, as silent tears slipped down his cheeks, he closed his eyes for a moment. “Hi sweetheart” he whispered in a shaky voice, Michael felt useless, there was nothing he could do but watch you. Watch you till a miracle dropped from the sky and made you open up your eyes in that instant. 

A minute passed, nothing. Four hours passed, and nothing. Michael didn’t move one single muscle from where he was sitting, still holding your hand. Days passed like this Michael, coming to sit right next to you holding your hand for hours, Michael felt as if it had been decades without hearing you talk or laugh, he just couldn’t anymore. He saw how the room had gone up from an empty white room to a room filled with flowers, get well soon cards, and plushies from your family and fans. Bill had taken a radio up to your room two days ago so that Michael could listen to something while he was in there. For when day six arrived, a song in Spanish came up, a song that Michael did not understand because of his limited understanding of Spanish but he understood it because of the feeling that it was transmitting. 

For a moment Michael closed his eyes and let the song and time envelope him, and in that moment he saw you dancing with him with a golden gown and he was in a blue suit, it felt more than a memory, as if it was the moment coming out trying to be relived again. He wanted to dance with you again, he wanted to be with you again, not like right now despite the fact that you were beside him. Michael wanted you to be you again. He needed you to wake up, he still had to make up for leaving you out of impatience the first time now you were leaving him, not because you wanted but it was someone else’s decision. He just… couldn’t. But he left that all behind for a moment as he still had his eyes closed letting the song carry on. As the song progressed he felt tears leave his eyes. When the song ended he opened his eyes again, he looked at you again. 

“Hi Mickey” 

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 TAGLIST:

@kietourhrt @katgojo

[sohieee]

Is possible that you can do a SelenaxMJ angsty fic? Maybe like the whole situation with y*landa but having the reader survive or just ending it with a happy ending? if not then that’s okay!!!🫶

God that's gonna be loaded, I've already have some ideas on my mind so hopefully I'll post this tomorrow hehehehehe. But I hope y'all are ready because this is gonna make y'all cry because the plan I have on my mind is well... a bit evil? Well not evil... it's just gonna be pretty angsty. So buckle up for tomorrow HAHAHAHA

(Also I'll probably cry when I write this 😢)

[sohieee]

Hii👋 how are you? Hope I'm not bothering. I'm pretty nervous since this is my first time ever requesting so I do apologize if my writing doesn't make sense lol. But i firstly just wanna say that your MJ x Selena!Reader writing is so amazing and written well, I've always been wanting someone to write where the reader is like selena because I'm strongly a fan of her's and there's just little representation for Latina so as a Latina myself (🇺🇾), it makes me really happy that your writing these and hope you continue on :)

Anyways, really sorry for the my yapping lol😭.

When you have the chance, it is possible if you can write something just sweet and fluff where Michael went along with reader to Texas for her concert at the venue Houston Astrodome (1995) you know, her iconic purple bell-bottom jumpsuit💜. The scenario can just be Michael admiring her performance singing and dancing from backstage. Idk, just something sweet i had in mind for a while and decided to step out of my comfort shell to request this. But take your time, no rush :)

Oh my God Hiiiiiii!!!! I'm good thanks for asking! And you?? You aren't bothering me at all, I love hearing y'all out and reading ever idea that you guys have, I appreciate them all! I've always felt like there's little representation for latinas out here sooo that's kind of the why I started writing with a lot of encouragement too, I also plan to continue writing more Mj x latina!Reader fics hehehehe. Goshhhh I love that for them, I totally see Michael watching her backstage and all those little moments before she goes on stage. So I wrote this little something for you, I hope you like it hehehehe. Also I have a question for y'all like would you like for me to answer the requests first or that I answer and then put the fic underneath my answer?? Also please let me know if you'll like to be part of the taglist. I hope y'all like it and I also hope that this isn't well trash. HAHAHAHA

From the way your purple bell bottom suit captured the light to the way you closed your eyes as if you were entering your own world before going out to sing; Michael saw and studied every little detail of you standing right in front of you only a mere inches apart. He just couldn’t help himself, to him it was like watching the most beautiful piece of art being made. As if he knew you had so much more to give to the world and the world had much more to see of you. It was hypnotic, as if being under a spell he didn’t want to break. For the moment you finally opened up your eyes and looked at him, he couldn't help the smile that came to his face as he gave you a brief nod. Michael raised up his hand in order to caress your cheek and give you a tiny peck to the crown of your head, quiet small actions that spoke a million words of comfort. Your eyes fluttered softly as he did, and when he pulled away slightly you looked at him softly and gave a small nod. You squeezed his hand that laid softly on your cheek, and headed into the scenario where he could hear the crowd going wild as you entered it.  

Michael kept on watching and observing you as if you were the only existing being on the planet, and when the moment came his ears were filled with the sound of your voice. How much he loved to hear your voice, it didn’t matter to him if you were singing or talking, he loved hearing you. The crowd to him had disappeared, the band playing, even the staff that moved around him as he watched you had disappeared for him too. To him the two of you were the last standing people on earth. Thus the moment you turned your head a bit to look at him from backstage Michael couldn’t help the look that he gave you as if he was a man starved to death and you were the only thing that could satiate his hunger. 

The little bubble Michael existed on was briefly interrupted when Bill snorted out a laugh and looked at him with knowing eyes. “Boy you have fallen for her far deeper than before.” All Michael could do was briefly look at him and then back at you in awe as you moved and danced, the beautiful purple suit making you look like you were out of this world, in Michael’s eyes you were the owner of his world. 

“Believe me I have, there’s no other one for me on this earth. She really is the only lady in my life”

Aftermath: When you headed out backstage you saw Michael, ran to him,  jumped, and hugged him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and smelled your perfume. Michael couldn’t help but whisper in your ear how great you were.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 TAGLIST:

@kietourhrt @katgojo

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"If I Let Her Get Away"

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ SUMMARY: After achieving your dream of becoming a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, you celebrate the milestone with Michael, unaware of the thoughts occupying his mind.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Michael Jackson x DCC!Reader

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ You can read this first if you like.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ A/N: I might have to warn you about how unrealistic the song making part of the fic is, I'm sorry HAHAHAHAHA but anywayssss this was a bit fun to write, I saw it in my head and immediately went like "Write that down! Write that down!" So that sums up everything I think, I hope y'all like it and it's not burning rubbish. Also please let me know if you want to be part of the taglist. I already have some ideas for a third part kind of hehehehehe.

The cold night air hit Michael’s skin as he stepped outside from the music studio making his way to where Bill was with the car. All he wanted was to keep on writing and singing, the song that clouded his heart, it felt as if it was the only way that he could communicate, communicate something with urgency. The only way he could truly express what his words through the phone couldn’t. As Bill opened the door for Michael to enter the car he couldn’t help but notice the way his face was scrunched up in frustration, hand tight in fists. Bill kept looking at him as he entered the car and stepped into the driver’s seat, adjusting the reviewer mirror to look at him. “What’s on you Joker? Is it her?” Michael lifted his gaze from the window, his hands finally relaxing but the frown never really left his face; it just softened at Bill’s words. Words couldn’t come out of his mouth so all Michael did was nod, finally someone in the entire night saw what his frustration was, because he felt as if he was gonna lose you. 

 Ever since you had stepped in his life with that fearsome look in your eyes as you communicated more than a story when you danced with your body, God you had screwed up Michael for life, no one could compare. So when you called him that evening as he was sitting in his room trying to make out a new song for his upcoming album, he took your call as accustomed, not expecting to hear the news that he knew you were excited for, but a selfish part of him wanted you to stay and work alongside him. He wasn't gonna let what he wanted be in your way, he was gonna support you and be there for you despite the fact that he felt as if he was losing you. 

“Mike, I have some news for you,” you said as you held the phone to your ear smiling excitedly, on the other line. Michael held the phone to his ear as he pictured you in your living room telling him  the news, “you can tell me.” “Remember that I told you about my dream of being a DCC and getting rejected the first time…” “Yeah…” Michael said in hesitation as he felt his heart starting to speed up as anxiety took over because he knew where this was going to. He knew what you were gonna say and he still listened. “Well… I'm gonna be part of the DCC” “I- oh really, sweetheart? I’m happy for you,” Michael’s smile dropped a little not because he wasn’t proud but he knew what it meant, because you weren’t gonna work with him for his upcoming album. Boy, how he yearned to have you back at the dance studio so that he can be the receiver of the look that you have when you dance. “We should celebrate tomorrow after my session at the recording studio.” “I would love that Mike, I should go have a good night.” You said through the other line, after hanging up you couldn’t help but squeal in excitement of it all, from accomplishing a part of your dream to telling and celebrating with Michael, because him being part of it is an essential part of it, despite the fact that he wasn’t in the original plan. 

That night he couldn’t sleep, he lay awake in bed wanting to say a million things to you; for you not to leave him but also to pursue your dream. He picked up the phone a total of thirty-eight times wanting to call and never did because he couldn’t make up his mind on what to tell you, but the thing that really stopped him was the fact that he was being inconsiderate of your dream. For the thirty-nineth time he picked up the phone again and called only for him to hang up six seconds later, he gave up trying to put to words what he knew he couldn’t say. 

So he sat down on the cold floor of his room after picking up a notebook that was on his night stand accompanied by a pen, and he started to write nonestop. He kept on and on until the sun came up and its rays shined through the window and hit his skin softly with that orange glow that he knew you loved. He looked over the pages scattered across the floor and smiled for the first time that night, still not knowing how to tell you that he was afraid of losing you. Maybe he would never lose you. But somehow, the music knew every little doubt and thought in his brain. 

As he was watching the city through the car window his mind still raced on for hours, he couldn’t help the void in him that was starting to feel an absence that hadn’t even started. Michael had decided on one thing, he needed you to listen to the song tonight, it couldn't be tomorrow or any other day, it had to be tonight. So when Bill signaled him that they had arrived at your apartment complex, he stepped down the car, walked all over to the door of your apartment and knocked, with his hands in his pockets trying to put a smile on his face, despite the fact that it wobbled out of nervousness. 

When you opened the door he was met with a sight he would never forget, you were wrapped in a white simple dress that in Michael’s eyes it made you oh so elegant, and in that instant the nervous wobbly smile in his face transformed into a look of complete shock and admiration. “Hi Mike” You said softly as you looked him in the eye in a certain form that Michael believed he was in heaven despite the whole that was starting to form in his heart out of doubt. “Hi… so umm… I wanted to take you to the recording studio before we head out and grab dinner” 

As a result you were sitting on a chair with headphones over your ears as your hands were lightly touching them, you watched as Michael moved around the dimmed light studio, you felt a smile starting to form in your lips when he looked at you and gave you a nod. You heard the first tunes of the song and started to tap your foot to the rhythm and moved your head lightly to it.

 “If I let her get away,though, I'm begging on my knees.” 

That part of the song made you stop and look over to Michael who was watching you like a hawk, trying to decipher every little reaction of yours because for him he was bearing his heart there, no armour around it to protect it. You didn’t even finish the song when you took the headphones off and stood up. You looked Michael right in the eye, the expression in your face told Michael everything he needed to know but to him he needed to hear it. He needed to hear your voice, telling him and reassuring him every part of it. He yearned to hear you despite the fact that he could read you like an open book but still wasn’t enough, he was greedy like that but only for you and you alone. You took a few steps closer to where Michael was leaning in the console of the recording studio, the distance between the two of you almost nonexistent. You kept looking at him when you opened your mouth to whisper

“I’ll never leave you Mike.”

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ TAGLIST:

@kietourhrt @katgojo

[sohieee]

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ moodboard for Michael Jackson x DCC!Reader

[cndybliss]

FUCCK BASHIR & FUCCCK NETFLIX

[sohieee]

omgggg the dcc!reader fic is soooo good

Thank you!!!! I'm glad you liked it!!! There would be a second part to it, so sit tight HAHAHAHA

I hope y'all don't get tired of me because I'll be posting a lot this month 🙈

[sohieee]

"The Way You Dance"

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ SUMMARY: A Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader and a music icon discover that the language of dance and music can bring two souls together.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Michael Jackson x DCC! Reader

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ You can read the second part here

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ A/N: Sooooo, I don't if this is good but I'm already cooking up a second part HAHAHAHAHA, so I hope y'all aren't tired of me. Ever since the semester is over I took upon myself to write at least a little something each day, so expect me to be active a lot lately hehehehehe, so buckle up this is just the beginning. This is a bit a special to me because as a former dancer I didn't get to pursue this dream of mine in which I get to be a professional dancer. I hope y'all like it and it doesn't make you want to throw away your phone. Also please let me know if you would like to be part of the taglist.

The booming sound of the crowd became background noise as you continued to dance to the beat of some song, shaking the blue and white heavy poms that were in your hands, completing the look with a show stopper smile. You were more than exhausted. The Texas heat making you sweat, to the heavy poms on your hands as you lifted them with sore arms, the dance moves you performed perfectly started to weigh on you , and the ache in your cheeks from that darling smile, but none of those things stopped you at all, you were a force to be reckon with, and he knew that. 

Michael saw it in every little detail of you, from the careful concocted look you wore to the cowboy’s games to the late nights in the dance studio you once shared with him where you stayed till you got every move to perfection. The dance studio. A magical place for you, in which Michael got to see every little aspect of you, as you practiced he saw how you communicated through your body and the music. The look in your eyes when you danced could never compare to anything else he had seen in his life, it was as if you had altered the chemistry of his brain. He chased to feel the high that he felt when you placed your eyes on him when you were dancing, he wanted more of it. He was completely enamoured with not only who you were but he couldn’t get over who you became when you danced as if no one could compare.

As you danced on the field you could feel his gaze on you from the suite from above, you knew it was him despite the thousands of people watching the cheerleaders you could always feel his eyes on you, as if they were different. The look he gave you every time you danced or performed in some way was more than magnetic, it had weight to it. It was more than comforting to it, it ignited a buzz in your chest that nothing could ever dare to produce or compare to. It was more than the adrenaline high you got as you danced with the DCC and it was addicting.

All of it  traced back to one of Michael’s short films or music videos, in which you had participated in, it was “The Way You Make Me Feel”, you had wanted to make a name for yourself in an industry that had little to none opportunities as a dancer. You felt as if you were pursuing something that you could never reach, that was until you got to be part of it as a choreographer from the start. You had put everything into it, every ounce of energy and every thought to getting it to be more than perfect, because that’s what defined you, the way you strived to get every move right and make it look more than right. That’s what made you stand out from anyone in that studio when rehearsals started and the choreography started forming. Michael saw it when you danced every part of the choreography as you were forming it in your mind, and to say the least he was mesmerized. So he stayed with you every night as you both danced and perfect the choreography till it met your standards. You both had started to share more than your passion for dancing or music, it was the little things that got you to know who the real Michael was. 

For Michael he got to know the real you through music, dancing and talking, and boy did you both talk. After the first day in the dance studio, night had fallen and he took all the courage he could to come up to you and talk, his shy smile taking over as he fumbled with his hands trying to not make it obvious that he was nervous by the simple fact that he was talking to you, Of course you noticed, you noticed every little detail of him from the moment you stopped in the studio you observed him. He asked you if you could both go grab something to eat after the session was done to which you agreed. 

“So… how does it feel to dance for you? Because every time I watch you dance it feels as if you communicate more than a story.” You smiled at him as you finished chewing your food quietly sitting across from him in some cafeteria both. “Well, because to me I am telling a story, I’m expressing myself, letting out thoughts, feelings… well everything that I can’t let out with words honestly.” Michael smiled because in that moment he felt as if you had understood every little piece of his soul. “That’s what music feels like to me.” That night you talked till the cafeteria  kicked you out because your laughter combined with Michael’s were starting to scare off the customers. As you walked out Michael held the door for you with a more confident smile over his face, he came to be more than comfortable in your presence. “Are you gonna give me your phone number or not girl?” You looked at him sweetly before you threw your head back and laughed a little “What? I’m just asking,” Michael said to you with a boyish grin decorating his face “Why should I?” “Because I want to keep talking to you.”

You walked out of the field holding the white and blue poms in your hands as you made your way to the DCC locker rooms, you felt the gratifying weight of the performance, you felt it in every fiber of your being. As you put your normal clothes back on and packed your things, you said your goodbye’s to everyone with a softer smile on your face, droopy eyes from exhaustion, trying to get out of the locker room as fast as possible because in your soul you knew he was waiting for you. As you exited the locker room you saw him leaning against a wall with Bill by his side, a darling smile forming in his lips as he spotted you going over to him. “Ready to go?” Michael asked you, holding out his hand for you. “Yeah,” You said with a soft tone as your fingers intertwined with his, Michael couldn't help but smile. Stadium lights would eventually dim, crowds would go home, and performances would end. Yet somehow, after all these years, taking your hand in his still felt like the safest place on earth.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚TAGLIST:

@kietourhrt @katgojo

[sohieee]

Hi! So I was wondering if you could do a mj x selena reader where it’s based off either writing or singing dreaming of you or I could fall in love? The scenario could be anything you like. I just love the mj x selena reader, you write them so well!

"I could fall in love with you"

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Michael Jackson x Selena!Reader

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A/N: Oh my God I totally see that!!! I'm soooo sorry this took me so long, it has been the most hectic week I've ever experienced in uni, I hate thermodynamics and everything that has to do with it. But the semester is finally over at least for me HAHAHAHA. So I worte this little something I hope you'll like it and hopefully it isn't as bad as my hatred for thermodynamics. Also let me know if you want to be in my taglist

Night had fallen upon already, the dark sky and the stars that adorned it were shining, but it almost seemed like the studio had become trapped in time as its dimmed lights shined upon your hair. Notebooks and loose pieces of paper scattered across the floor as you layed on it writing a song never heard before not even by the angels, as if it was a creation that came from the very inside of your heart. The lyrics and the rhythm in your head were a plea to love, a plea to a boy who has been interrupting almost each studio session, as he sat next to you on the floor, Michael. 

Oh, Michael. He was more than just a boy or merely a friend, in the little amount of time of the studio sessions that you shared you’ve come to realize that it was something that ran deeper, something that had carved its way into your heart. It was almost as if it haunted you, because he was in your dreams waiting for you every night, waiting for  you to caress his skin, touch him, and kiss his lips, those lips that usually wore a kind soft smile. He wasn’t only waiting for you in dreamland but he was waiting for you in the studio, trying not to shy away when you looked at him. 

Time seemed to pass down slowly as if minutes became hours as you traced every memory of him, every little detail of Michael. And each hour became a new verse in the notebook that was in front of you, every line, every word, every letter, was Michael. He had consumed every little thought of yours, he became the lyrics to the song, he became someone that you hoped could be yours. 

“I could fall in love with you” is what the last line written in your notebook said, and you had realized too late that you had completely fallen in love with Michael. 

You were in love with Michael Jackson. 

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 TAGLIST:

@kietourhrt @katgojo

[inbred-eater]

a little reminder since yall wanna watch that fuckass netflix documentary anyway

[dollhabits]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ thriller era

⌗ synopsis: one unexpected kiss on the cheek brings one very jealous micheal jackson.

⌗ contents: kissing, slightly suggestive, jealousy, swearing.

FRIDAY, 7:08 pm

the stage lights of the 1986 American music awards were so painfully bright they made everything shimmer—the cameras, the crowd, the gold envelope that trembled slightly within your grip. regardless you held a steady smile, letting out a puff of air.

you weren’t sure if it was the nerves or because your micheal was sitting front row looking like a million bucks.

the quiet, brilliant, endlessly gentle micheal that made it his mission to kiss off all of your lipstick right before you went on stage. lips still swollen with friction. you freshened up of course but the sensation of his soft, plump, warm lips still lingered.

your heels clicked sharply against the polished stage floor as you walked out, making a mental note to not trip. the lights were far to bright, the applause too forced, and the air too thick with perfume.

but none of that is what made your stomach twist.

it was him.

micheal was right there in the front row, leaning slightly forward, elbows resting on his knees. his suit was unbelievably crisp, gleaming just enough to catch the light, curls styled perfectly in his signature hairstyle. but it was the way he stared that made the pressure in your gut intensify.

a smug smile etched onto his face as he watched you walk up on stage, looking beyond proud at how he could see the swollen nature of your kissed out lips from where he was sitting.

you forced your thoughts into a line and stepped to the microphone.

“good evening,” you spoke, smile soft and steady. “tonight, i have the honor of presenting best male rock artist..”

absentmindedly his lips parted, eyes softening just hearing your voice. and something in his posture shifted, like he was silently rooting for you even though you were just reading off a card.

you cleared your throat, trying not to look at him.

“and the award goes to..”

you opened the envelope slowly just like you practiced, dragging out the suspense because that’s what the producers wanted— but also because there was a small shake in your hands.

“bruce springsteen!” you flipped the card around to show the audience.

the crowd cheered so loudly it vibrated your ribs.

you brightened, a practiced smile curling your lips upwards.

and then bruce was suddenly there, jogging up the stairs with the biggest grin, energy exploding off of him as he swept you right off your feet, literally.

“y/n! get over here!” he laughed, arms opening far to wide.

before you could even properly brace yourself for what was to come, which absolutely wasn’t planned. he swept you up.

you were lifted off the ground, feet dangling in the air, dress tightening around your waist from where his arms were braced around you, spinning you around in a full circle like the two of you were headlining a rom-com.

your stomach flipped nervously, but you managed a breathless laugh for the cameras. hands gripping his shoulders for support because you refused to face plant on national television.

“bruce!” you yelped, heat rushing to your face. “this is not what we practiced!” you looked at the camera with a smile, making this all seem natural.

he only grinned wider, setting you back onto your heels while keeping one strong arm braced alongside your back to steady you. his fingers dug into your waist like he had every right to, like he knew your body better then you did.

then he leaned in, warm breath brushing against your cheek.

and before you could react, he kissed your cheek like he’s done it before. quick, playful, dishonest.

but bold above it all.

way, way to bold.

of course the audience loved it, they whooped and cheered with delight. completely eating it up.

but something inside of you clenched, because that kiss was purely meant for the cameras. it felt a little like he was showing off. like he felt comfortable enough to show something off that wasn’t his because your dress hugged you in all the right places.

you forced out a bitter laugh, stepping back a half step, keeping the energy light and playful. “you’re too much, bruce.”

but as he moved to the microphone, you let your eyes drift off to the crowd. most importantly the front row, gauging everyone’s reactions to that ridiculous performance by the rockstar.

micheal hadn’t moved, not even a little.

his expression wasn’t angry, he doesn’t do angry in public. but his jaw was noticeably tight, his mouth drawn into a firm line and eyes were dark in a way that made your heart skip several beats.

like he’d gone very, very quiet in a way that meant he was thinking too much. the same silent storm you knew to be troubling. continuing to eat at him until he finally snapped.

and even worse, his eyes weren’t just roaming your face, they were tracing the spots where bruce had touched you, like he was replaying it. he hated the memory even sitting in his conscience.

“shit,” you mouthed under your breath, half amused, half already bracing for the argument later.

you hesitantly stepped back up to the podium after bruce had finished his speech, trying to swallow the racing pulse that threatened to jump out of your mouth.

“now we present the special guest of the night award,” you cleared your throat, hands gesturing towards micheal. “micheal jackson everybody!”

the crowd exploded with cheers and legitimate excitement, but you could barley focus because when he stood up everything else around you became a distant dull buzz.

he moved with such a different grace then the rockstar previous to him, no rush, no show. just unapologetically himself, smooth careful steps like the entire room was something he already knew how to navigate.

but his eyes?

they hadn’t left you for even a second, even now as he walked up the steps. when he reached you he stopped just close enough to feel your breath against his neck. taking a moment to look you up and down, tongue darting out to his bottom lip.

“you’re staring mikey,” you whispered automatically, softer then you intended.

his eyes snapped to your face, looking at the same cheek that another man had just previously kissed. the thought alone made his hands clench, knuckles flushing white with abhorrent anger.

he took the award when it was handed to him, but it barley registered. his fingers closed around it like an afterthought.

“thank you…very much,” he began. “im honored.”

applause rolled through the room casually, but he didn’t respond to it the way he usually did. he didn’t shy away from it, he didn’t even give a boyish smile.

instead, his eyes angrily flicked towards you again.

your lips twitched faintly, he wasn’t being subtle about this, not even a little.

“i think…it’s important to remember,” he continued slowly, voice tender but firm underneath it all. “to treat women with respect, with unconditional care.”

a silent beat passed.

“i don’t like when people forget that.”

your eyebrows lifted slightly, the corner of your mouth fighting a smile you refused to make a show of.

because you knew him all to well, this wasn’t a speech. this was micheal trying his hardest not to say too much in front of thousands of people. even worse, taking you in his arms and kissing you in places that would absolutely get you two blacklisted from an event like this ever again.

“thank you for this, to everyone who really supports me. knows that i don’t tolerate ignorance.” he finished a little to quickly, like staying up there any longer would make him lose control of something.

then he stepped back, immediately turning towards you. not the audience, not the camera crew, not even at the fan girls in the back. as if his body knew that was the only direction that mattered.

he didn’t even look where he was walking—just bolted straight to your side, close enough that his shoulder brushed alongside yours as he headed backstage.

“come with me,” he muttered, barley audible but his tone made it clear that it wasn’t up for discussion.

the second you two were off stage the noise of the AMA’s dissolved into something distant and muffled, like the world had been wrapped in velvet and shut behind you.

you barley had time to register what was happening let alone a full breath out before his firm hand locked onto your wrist, guiding you to his dressing room.

he stopped only when you reached a quiet stretch of the private room—dim lights, empty chairs, the faint echo of stage music still vibrating against the walls.

and then he turned.

no cameras now, no crowd, no performative smiles and nods. just the sound of his unsteady breathing, chest rising and deflating with an unseen anger. he looked down at your wrist and finally let go, like he hadn’t realized how long he’d been holding you.

“that wasn’t funny,” he said, voice low and trembling with irritation.

you blinked. “micheal—”

“he put his hands on you.” his voice cracked with such real raw emotion, “when he spun you around like that…and then he kissed you—”

he stood several feet away from you now, one hand braced against his hip while the other repeatedly dragged anxiously through his curls. but not because he was trying to fix them, because he didn’t know what else to do with himself.

“from where i was sitting it looked like you were perfectly comfortable being lifted and spun around in front of thousands watching.” his head tilted slightly, something sharp in the way he looked at you now.

that sentence landed like a match striking in dry air.

your eyebrows raising in complete disbelief before you could even stop yourself, “comfortable? are you serious micheal? i was unknowingly picked up infront of those thousand people while being recorded. i didn’t exactly have time to complain.”

his jaw tightened immediately, making a quiet clicking sound with his tongue. clearly fighting an eye roll. “that’s not what i meant and you know it.”

“then speak up, because if you’re trying to accuse me of enjoying that interaction you’ll be walking your ass home.” you shot back, heels clicking harder then necessary onto the cold tile floor because you couldn’t bear to stay still as he looked at you like you orchestrated the whole thing.

“im not—im not angry at you.” he replied quickly, exactly how he did when taking to a family member. not wanting anymore trouble then the conversation was worth, he completely shuts down when arguing was involved. but the tone alone told you he was more then upset.

you let out a humorless laugh, “that’s funny mike, your looking at me like i asked him to lift up my dress and have fun.”

his eyes snapped towards you, as if the words that just came out of your mouth repulsed him. he let out a dry scoff, already irritated by someone touching you let alone pulling up your dress. wrong choice of words.

“don’t even say something that like that, are you crazy?” he laughed angrily, taking just a few strides before he was right infront of you. his long legs allowing him to travel quicker, breath hitting your face as his eyes traced every detail of your pretty face.

both of you far to stubborn to speak up, inhaling each others scent as you tried to swallow the urge to smash your lips against his. anger aside he looked good enough to create a warm heat between your legs, pressing them together hoping he doesn’t notice.

his shoulders rose and fell with a heavy breath before he shook his head. “this isn’t getting us anywhere.”

you folded your arms, “that’s because you refuse to say you’re sorry.”

“and you refuse to understand why im upset.” his eyes narrowed onto your lips, subtly watching the way they glistened and popped with each word.

for a second neither of you moved, then micheal suddenly turned towards the dressing room door with determination simmering in his brown doe eyes.

“what are you doing? im still talking to you micheal!” an irritated glare flashed on your face quickly as he reached for the shiny handle, immediately assuming the worst. that he was going to walk out upset with you, forcing you to follow him like a hurt puppy which you absolutely wouldn’t allow.

“come with me.”

“no.”

“no?” his brow quirked upwards, a toothy grin pulling on his now amused face.

“no.” you finalized, stubbornly crossing your arms over your chest.

he stared at you for a moment before letting out a puff of laughter, throwing his head back in irritation from how stubborn you really had proved to be. instead of arguing with you he just opened the door, latching onto your wrist with his naturally gentle touch.

the sounds of the backstage hallway immediately flooded into your senses, crew members, security, distant arguing, and most importantly. reporters, reporters who’s main goal was to film celebrities all night hoping to catch something raunchy or appealing enough to stir up controversy.

a small cluster of said reporters and photographers had gathered near the end of the corridor, waiting for the celebrities to pass after the show hoping to score a quick two minute interview with someone.

your confusion only grew, “micheal what does this have to do with anything? you’re irritating me.”

micheal looked at them like they could solve world hunger with a quick flash of their cameras, a hungry glimmer decorating his brown eyes. he looked back at you then at them, a smile pulling on his lips.

and suddenly a strange sense of realization started creeping into your chest, trying to pull at his hand to guide him the other way where it was quiet. no press, just a black car waiting to take you two home.

but he wasn’t listening now, or maybe he was but this was his version of ending the argument in a way without words. he had never been good at yelling or getting his point across, far to selfless to allow himself to hurt others with his words. so in his eyes this would solidify his statement.

and before you knew it you were directly infront of atleast ten reports with cameras, expensive microphones that picked up every squeak on the glistening tile.

the second they noticed who was infront of them the flashes exploded, people immediately shoving others to be closer with their cameras, fan girls starting to cry and rush to the scene.

“you wanna argue on camera? what a plan micheal, real childish.” you rolled your eyes, trying to pull your hand away from his to escape from the thousands of cameras that were flashing over your irritated face.

his eyes finally met yours as he shifted his body towards you, a small smile dragging his mouth upwards—looking almost mischievous, and before you could protest any further he pulled you closer. impossible closer.

you stumbled into his chest, flashes starting to become quicker. your heart practically jumped out of your chest, realizing what his plan was all along.

his lips smashed against yours in a heated exchange of, gloss, spit, and the anger of being helplessly in love colliding together on atleast forty different cameras. he didn’t bother pulling away as the flashes consumed your bodies, one hand settling along your waist, pulling you into his firm chest while the other held onto your hand.

you could feel the smug smile on his lips as he kissed you, just like earlier he loved proving that you were undoubtedly his. now you’d be undoubtedly his to every woman in the world.

when he pulled back photographers were practically falling over each other trying to capture even a sliver of a second, on the other hand you couldn’t help but to stare breathlessly at him, a weird fluttering feeling blooming in your stomach.

“tomorrow,” he whispered in your ear, “every magazine is going to have that printed on the front cover, every radio station, every talk show.”

you blinked.

“are you crazy!?” you covered your face, an embarrassed flush heating up your cheeks. covering your mouth with a manicured hand, pulling him away from the crowd as he wore a love struck smirk on his kissed out lips. knowing he didn’t regret a single thing.

“no one will remember that shmuck who picked you up, they’ll remember me kissing you like the last woman on earth.” he giggled behind you, beyond proud of himself.

despite yourself, despite the argument, despite the anger that seemed to dissipate into thin air you felt a laugh threatening to escape.

“you’re ridiculous, mikey. you could’ve just said you were sorry.”

“could’ve, but that felt way better.” he giggled his whole way to the blacked out car, gripping onto your hand like his life depended on it—cheesing like the childish kid he still was at heart.

@dollhabits work!

a/n: this is so booty i think i might rewrite but ever since i saw that clip of him glaring at d*ana at this particular award show i HADDDD to write this like immediately because this is exactly what it gave when he was staring at her on stage like i need that so bad 🥹 also please don’t flame me i literally know NOTHING about bruce springsteen i don’t even know if hes chopped so i will litch swap him out with someone else if you guys want lol

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I can be a better boyfriend- M.J | pt.2

Pairing❧ Michael Jackson x fem!reader

cw: Angstt, protectiveness, toxic bf ex, jealousy, mutual pining, insecurities, fluff..

Continuation of part 1 ♡︎…p.s this one’s a longg one so buckle up.

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As the door widens you make sure there’s enough space between Michael and you, not too suspicious not too anything.

Your boyfriend walked into the room stopping as he took a glance between you two. There’s a tension there that could be felt from miles away.

“What’s going on here?” He asked as he motioned in between the two of you. Looking like kicked puppies who just got caught doing something they shouldn’t.

“I-” before you attempted to respond Michael took a step forward and spoke.

“I came to talk to her. I had some things I wanted to say”, his voice firm and collected.

You glanced between them two, your body heat rising as you didn’t know just how much he was going to share.

Your boyfriend raised his eyebrows. “Yeah,like what?”, he asked as his gaze went to you. Your heart feeling trapped.

Michael simply responded. “Private things, she knows.” He turned to look at you, giving you a little nod letting you know it’ll all be okay. He could sense your worry.

“Yeah well she’s my girl, I don’t need anyone paying her visits to talk about private things” , your boyfriend mocked as he let out a bitter chuckle.

‘my girl’. The phrase sending Michael a sharp spike of jealousy through his chest, a different look entered his eyes.

“Is she?” Michael asked, it was so blunt and with a very obvious tone behind it. You quickly looked at him. oh gosh.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Michael’s jaw tensed as he took a step closer to him. “Is she really your girl?-or do you just like owning that title?” The words slipped out his mouth with no hesitation.

Your eyes widen as you tug on his arm and bring him closer to you. “Michael..”

Your boyfriend stood in disbelief.

He scoffed as anger flashes across his face, he stepped up to you and grabbed you harshly by the arm. “You got something you wanna tell me?” He spit out.

Michael tugged his arm away from you as he forcefully shoved him away. “Get the hell off her-don’t touch her like that.” His composure no longer calm as he saw the way he grabbed you.

“…What did you tell her, hmm?, Promise her a brand new life with you or what?” Your boyfriend bickered with a twisted scowl on his face.

Michael scoffed stepping closer to him, but covering you keeping you behind him, safely.

“I don’t have to promise her anything, that’s the thing.”

“All those nights you leave her all alone..guess who she turns to, hmm?” Michael spoke out with such confidence and composure that it made your head spin.

You could see the familiar look that was taking over your boyfriend’s face as he heard those words. You feared what he may do next so you hurriedly grabbed Michael and faced him to you. “Please, let me talk to him. I don’t want this to go any further..please ” you murmured.

He looked at you, his expression relaxed as he took in the worry in your demeanor. “I can’t leave you alone with him.”

“I don’t trust him” he simply spoke.

You lightly shook your head. “Please Michael, I’ll be okay-I need to do this the right way.” You assured him.

He sighed heavily before giving you a soft nod. “Promise you’ll call?”. His eyes looked at you with that glint of hope and plead-fullness.

“I promise.”

He gave a look to your boyfriend before heading out, he wanted to say so much more. Tell him all the all the questions. He wanted to know how he managed to mess up the most delicate thing life had blessed him with.

Before stepping out the door he looked at you once more, he didn’t want to leave you alone. With him. You gave him a nod to reassure him, you wanted a one on one with your boyfriend. A mature conversation was needed.

You looked down as you tried collecting yourself.

“That’s what it’s been about,huh?”

“Finally caved into him?”, His words spit out like venom, as he came closer to you.

“Stop. Don’t put this whole blame onto me.” you spoke to him as you backed up yet maintained composure. “We barely even see each other anymore, you know it” you tell him, the tears in your eyes threatening to fall.

“We’ve gone over this before y/n, it’s work.”

You scoffed, “so work calls you at three in the morning?”

His jaw clenched. He opened his mouth but he got troubled upon what to say.

“Don’t think i haven’t noticed, you’ve gone cold. These past few months..I don’t even know who I’m dating anymore.” your voice broke.

“I don’t either..explain to me what he said. You go to him when I’m not here, what the hell is that supposed to mean, huh?” He bitterly said, the dark look in his eyes right in front of you.

You closed your eyes and sighed. “It’s not like that, it’s never been like that.”

“We just simply called.”

You started slightly raising your tone as you got frustrated. “What more can I do?, you leave me alone for days on end with no explanation. Not at least one call throughout the day to tell me you’re okay, nothing.”

“So yes I go to him, because he’s always there. Even though he gets overworked, busy, travels—he somehow makes time for me, without me having to ask.” you say as you take a seat. Looking down at your hands.

A few beats of silence.

“…We’re done. This relationship is over.” you simply murmured as you mustered up the courage to look up at him.

He sharply let out a laugh. “Just like that, right?”

“So you can finally have an excuse to go with him.”

You looked at him, your eyes tired with sleep and frustration. “Say whatever you want to say, I’m not discussing this anymore.” your voice exhausted at his actions.

His gaze burned holes through your head. His character filled with pent up anger it made you feel uneasy.

“You can leave now. Leave my key on the counter.” You stated as you motioned over to the kitchen counter. He bitterly nodded. Reaching into his pocket and throwing the key onto the table, his breathing was ragged. Angry. The look in his eyes scared you, it wasn’t the guy who you once liked. It felt like he was someone else entirely.

Your eyes began to burn with hurt.

“This isn’t over yet.” He walked over to you, he grabbed you by the arm harshly.

“Good luck finding someone who will put up with you. Don’t get shocked when they get bored of you.” His words spit out, your heart breaking at his words.

The hurt in your eyes became impossible to hide.

“As for Michael, what makes you think he’d choose you. The guy has thousands of chicks in every city, you think he’d settle for you?” He laughed in your face.

The tears began to fall from your face unwillingly. Embarrassment and a wave of insecurity took over your entire body. You felt weak and powerless as you stared at him. He kept on going, saying words that only degraded you.

You stopped listening as your mind stayed on his last sentences.

‘you think he’d settle for you?’

He was right. Michael had many beautiful girls that were after him, in every single town, city, state. All around the world there was someone else who he could love. Why would he choose you?

The amount of hurt that was taking over your body was unbearable.

As you got stuck in your head, you missed the way he let go of your arm and headed out the door. Slamming it shut. You stayed frozen, looking forward. A blank expression on your face, as you tried to collect yourself.

You took a seat and broke down. All the harsh words hitting you at once, replaying over and over again. Hot tears painting your face. You felt betrayed by the pain that was taunting you.

You didn’t know how long went by. Standing up and heading to your bedroom, avoiding looking into the mirror. Your eyes felt heavy, your heart was aching.

Walking into the room, you glanced at the telephone. You knew you should’ve called Michael, let him know you’re okay. That you are no longer in the relationship that he so disliked.

But as you stared at the phone, your ex’s words kept repeating constantly inside your mind.

More tears fell as you tucked yourself into bed. You wondered and wondered. Why?. That night you barely slept, kept turning and turning, the pain in your chest made it impossible to sleep.

Michael took over your mind, you didn’t call. You felt embarrassed too. He could find so much better than you, you didn’t want to hold him back. As much hurt as that brought onto you.

His confession, his beautiful words that he had given you slipped away as the words from your ex overcame them like a dark horrible storm.

It was a fog of confusion and pain you wanted to escape.

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You watched as the sunrise came flowing through the sky. The light beaming through your windows bringing you some warmth.

Your tired puffy eyes from crying all night felt heavy. You laid there taking in deep breaths, closing your eyes.

As you closed your eyes, Michael popped into your head. Not like he ever left it either way. But still you found your heart calling out for him.

That previous night, Michael stayed by the telephone. Attached to it really, waiting for your call. His leg moving impatiently as he worried.

He didn’t want to leave you. Especially after seeing the way that guy had grabbed you, it messed with him so badly. But after seeing the worry in your eyes and telling him to leave, he listened.

He just wanted to know you were alright. As the night went on and the phone didn’t ring. He didn’t push, he simply gave you the time. When you were ready you’d call, he’d repeat to himself.

As his eyes gave up on him, he fell asleep on the couch.

When the morning came by he didn’t know what to do with himself, he wanted to reach that telephone and call you so badly. Drive over to you. Anything just to see you, to know you’re safe.

But he knew it might’ve came out as too clingy of him, so he held back. He grew impatient as the day went on, the sunset had begun to fall and still not a word from you.

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Your head was pounding as you woke up, unaware that you had actually fallen asleep you see as the sunrise had passed and now was replaced with the beautiful sunset that softly illuminated the sky.

You stayed seated for a while as all the memories of last night flashed through your mind.

The heaviness of your heart seemed to have bought a slot in your heart to stay there forever. It was a burden for your body to carry that like it was nothing.

All those nasty words that came from your ex made you question everything. A part of you wanted to ignore it so badly, but a stronger part of you just couldn’t.

As you stared at the wall you decided to get ready, you felt suffocated inside the walls of your own home. You grabbed your keys and drove as you let your mind wander.

As you drove the sky got darker, the air became less warmer bringing in the cold night breeze . You rolled your windows down and took in some air. It felt as if you couldn’t breathe properly as your body ached inside.

The music played softly as you arrived at your favorite spot in town.

It was far away from all the chaos but close enough that you didn’t feel too far from home. It gave you the perfect view of all the lights across the buildings, but the night sky flowed with ease on top of it all.

Stepping out the car, leaving the music playing softly in the background, you open the back door to get a fluffy blanket. You closed the door gently as you made your way to the spot in the ground, laying the blanket just in the right position for you to lay down and look at the sky and ponder.

The inside of your head had seemed to finally take a pause and enjoy the moment, not think about the past. Or rather last night, and the months leading up to it.

The funny part was, it’s not like you were upset about the break up. In fact you were relieved. Happy even, but it’s the words that got you. Did he really mean them?

It stung in a way you just couldn’t erase.

You begun thinking about Michael. He talked about and to you like you were this perfect person. And now you couldn’t help but think that he’s got it all wrong. Maybe he would get bored of you, and yes he did have lots of other options. All these things and scenarios crossed your mind, and it left you with the idea that you just weren’t enough for him.

And that’s the part that ached the most. Not your ex boyfriend, not the break up. But the fact you felt like you would never be enough for a loving guy like Michael.

Nearly an hour had gone by, millions of thoughts had passed through you. Each leaving you distraught. The stars adorned the sky gently. You had caught a shooting star flashing across the skies, and it brought a slight smile on your face.

It brought you the memory from the last time you had seen one. It was a summer night, you and Michael were walking home from the movies as he pointed out to the shooting star, excitedly. You both watched in awe, the seconds seeming slow as you both admired it.

“Wish upon the star, wisely” he murmured, a smile on his face as he watched you. As he made his wish.

You quickly made your wish. Then you turned to him, your eyes furrowing at him. “What’d you wish for?” you asked, knowing good and well he wouldn’t say.

He looked at you with a cheeky grin. “Yeah right, like I’d ever tell you.” he spoke. “It’s a wish, silly-can’t say..maybe one day you’ll find out” he murmured as he quickly turned away, the last words barely above a whisper.

“What was that?” you teased.

He chuckled brushing it off. “Forget it.”

You smiled as you thought back to that night.

What you didn’t know is that you had both wished for the same thing that night. The exact wish.

As for this shooting star, you simply wished for whatever step was next for it to be the right one. One that would assure you happiness.

A sense of calmness entered your body. Leaving fate up to the universe, you had hope it would treat you kindly.

Minutes went by, as only the sound of the late night world was heard.

“Did you wish wisely?” a voice came behind you, softly.

You jumped as the sudden voice came, you sat up and looked just above you. He stood, glancing down at you.

“Michael-what, what are you doing here?” you say with a hand on your chest, catching your breath.

He walked closer and took a seat right next to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, I just figured you’d be here” he uttered,gently. “Hoped so, at least .” His voice sounded tired.

You stared at him, took in the look on his face. Suddenly feeling the guilt for not calling him like you had promised.

“Sorry for not calling last night.” you stated. Picking at the blanket beneath you. “I feel awful.”

He glanced at you, shaking his head. “Don’t- don’t apologize, i understand. I should be the one apologizing, I’m sorry about last night, i didn’t mean to worry you or have you in that situation.” He spoke with sincerity, then glancing down shutting his eyes.

“I hate the way he grabbed you. I didn’t want to leave you there..I shouldn’t have.” his voice filled with anger and hurt.

You wanted to reach your hand out to him but you held back. “You did nothing wrong, Michael.” You assured him. “And it’s okay, I had to talk to him anyway, had to make sure he’s out of my life for good.” you murmured.

He watched you. Saw the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. “So you officially broke up?”, he asked as he waited for your response.

You just simply nodded. “yeah”. You said loud enough for only him to hear.

“Are you not happy about it?”. He asked genuinely curious, carefully processing your expression.

You sighed as you looked down. “I am.” you said as you avoided his gaze, suddenly the words that had been tormenting you the last few hours came back stronger than ever.

Michael noticed your short responses, the way your words fell flat. He felt you distant. “Then what’s that look on your face for, hmm?” He poked your sides, trying to get your attention.

Still avoiding his eyes, you knew if you looked into them you wouldn’t be able to control your emotions. You shrugged as you tried to come up with a response. “It’s just been a lot, I guess” you murmured.

He softly nodded. He let silence calmly sit in between you two. As he observed you, he took in the hurt in your eyes and it pained him, deeply.

“Y/n, you know you can tell me anything..right?” He spoke softly, reassuring.

Lightly stating, “I know.” you spoke to him.

He tried to not push, he really did. But he couldn’t stand the way it felt like you were brushing him off. After a few silent moments, he reached out to gently put your hand in his. His touch brought that comfort you’ve been seeking for.

“Hey, talk to me..please” he pleaded as he guided your head to face him. Finally looking him in the eye, he noticed your eyes went glossy.

“What happened last night- did he hurt you?” His voice filled with worry and fury as he thought back to how you had gotten treated that whole relationship.

You swallowed the tears that crept up. You were tired of feeling weak, not strong enough to face what life threw at you.

Shaking your head you responded, “he was just angry, said some things that I can’t get out my head.” You spoke the truth, just held back on what was picking at you.

The obvious hurt in your voice made a hole in his chest, he scoffed, “Whatever he said, it’s lies. He’ll spit out anything at you just to make you feel bad.” he murmured as his hands cradled yours.

“He’s an awful person that way.” he softly said, holding your gaze.

You took in his words, you didn’t know what to say. You felt pathetic, and you hated it.

As silence filled the air, “please tell me you know that y/n.” His tone firm, really hoping you could see yourself the way he does.

“You’re too nice to me.” you uttered, as you looked down.

He softly chuckled. “You keep saying that like it’s a bad thing, why would I be any other way?” he asked, but as he saw the way your smile faltered, his did as well.

“Tell me, hmm?” he nudged your shoulder.

You fiddled with your fingers as you looked forward, avoiding his gaze as you prepared to speak. “It’s just..I can’t help but feel like there’s something wrong with me-like my presence isn’t enough for people.” your tone was gray with hurt.

A doleful expression formed across his face as he heard the way you spoke about yourself. “Don’t say that.” he softly spoke as he once again turned your face to look him in the eyes. “..please don’t ever speak about yourself that way.”

He brushed a strand of hair off your face, keeping his hand warm against your skin. “There’s nothing-and I mean nothing wrong with you.” he looked at you so deeply it brought that familiar rush through your chest.

“And you are enough, more than enough actually. Why else you think you’re my favorite person, huh?” he playfully squeezed your thigh, making you let out a smile.

“I’m your favorite person?” you asked, raising your eyebrows, watching as he looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

A shy smile took over his face. “f’course you are, you’re my favorite girl to ever walk this earth.”

That brought out a giggle out of you, his expression softened at the sound.

“You’re so corny, sometimes” you tease.

He bites down on his lips, hiding his smile. “Yeahh, you bring out that side of me.” he looks around trying to hide the blush that was creeping up upon his face. “Can’t help it.”

Now it was you who looked at him while he avoided your gaze. A shy smile took over you two.

Suddenly you heard, killing me softly with his song.

The song started playing inside your car, the music softly flowing across the air. Michael then turned to you with a knowing look as he stood up.

Now with sudden confidence he looked down at you as he put his hand out, “share a dance with me?”

You bit back a smile as you stood and took your hand in his. His soft touch, immediately sending a wave of butterflies through your stomach.

A sparkle in his eyes, as a smile stayed on his face. He pulled your body closer to his as you started swaying to the music.

His hands softly against your sides, “I’m crazy about you, y’know that?” he whispered, the words only for you.

Your breath got caught. Eyes gazing up to his, really looking at him this time.

You placed your arms around his neck, “I am too.”

That’s all he needed to confirm, it wasn’t just him that felt that wave pulling him in.

“yeah?” he tempted, a cheeky grin appearing.

The heat of your face shying you away. He noticed and he brushed his thumb against your face, tracing the blush that settled onto your skin.

You nodded briefly, “I always have been, but I know how special our friendship is..I don’t want to ruin that.” you stated, as your smile faltered.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Michael looked at you delicately, “You don’t ever have to worry about losing me, ever.”

He took your hand in his, guided you towards his heart. “I promise you, whatever happens, you’ll always have me by your side.” he spoke, certain.

He leaned in a bit closer, “and you couldn’t ruin our friendship, exactly because it’s something special. It’ll always be there.” he uttered, assured you.

This time the words really did stick with you, in a positive way. Like a sudden relief came over you.

“You mean that?” you ask,tentatively.

With certainty he responded, “of course I do.”

“i couldn’t imagine losing a girl like you.” he asserted. His voice so smooth, it knocked the air out of your lungs.

You swallowed as you tried to compose yourself. He looked you up and down, enjoying how easily you got flustered.

“Michael..” you brushed him off lightly, as you rolled your eyes.

He faintly chuckled, “I mean it. I seriously do.” as his tone turned more firm.

As you looked down you felt his hands fall down to your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

He didn’t miss the way your body almost silently gasped. Now the space between you two was unnoticeable, the heat radiating from his body was trapping you in the most beautiful way.

You were inches away from his face, his eyes looked into yours, filled with so much loving emotion it pulled at your heart.

He waited a brief moment to see any sign of regret from you, to see if you’d regret it all and pull away. To his relief that moment didn’t arrive, instead you both stood with the tension.

He bit his lip as he slowly began getting nervous, you were his most precious blessing and to have you in front of him like this sent him head over heels.

Your gaze flickered down to his lips briefly, the urge to for once know how they’d feel against yours.

And suddenly, as that spark took over his eyes he spoke, just above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

Your gaze softened as your heart jumped, “Do you even have to ask?” you teased.

That boyish smile appeared on his face, he lifted your chin up with his finger, looking you deep in the eyes before leaning in completely.

His lips were on yours, so softly.

It felt as if the world had paused as his lips moved against yours, so naturally. He then held your face as he deepened the kiss, craving more of you.

When you needed to catch your breath you both smiled against each other, slowly pulling away. But he kept his forehead on yours.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

You slightly laughed. “Was it worth the wait?”

“Oh, definitely.” he grabbed your waist again, more firmly as his fingers pressed onto your sides.

“I’m not done with you, yet.” he grinned as he planted kisses throughout your arm.

You simply watched in awe. You were in love with him, you could feel it like never before.

It terrified you, but you were realizing it’s worth a shot. He’s worth the price.

He looked at you, “You’re so perfect. I hope you realize that.” he once again stated.

The softness and warmth in his voice melted your heart, he was always the one.

“And if I have to spend every day of my life proving that, I gladly will.” he muttered.

This time it was you who pulled him in, grabbing him as you crashed your lips onto his. He let out a small noise at your sudden move. You smiled against him.

He was frozen for a second before he reacted and moved his lips with yours, holding you close.

When you pulled away, you noticed the pink blush that lightly adorned his face. His hair messy, his lips a bit puffy. A beautiful sight.

“I could get used to that.” he teased.

You chucked as you bit down your lip, “shut up.”

He laughed as he looked down to you, “Remind me to get you a new door lock, don’t want unwanted visitors.” He pouted his lips, and shook his head.

You let out a breathy laugh as you caught what he was implying to. “Oh yes, we have to upgrade that.”

He quickly nodded, “uh huh- can’t have anyone else showing up on my girl.” he confidently said as he stood closer to you, a cocky smile poking at his lips.

You raised your eyebrows, “is that so?”

He perched his lips, “yeah..we can’t have that.” his tone lowered as he put a strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze softening into something more serious.

“I gotta protect the wish that shooting star granted me.” he softly spoke.

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. And from that night you knew your wish got fulfilled as well.

And now every once in a while you remember to look up into the sky and thank the stars for giving you the most wonderful person to have by your side.

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a/n: …well this was longg overdue, sorry yall:( life got real busy but anyways here is part 2!!--again tysm for the love on these.

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