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She isn't me ~ m.Jackson

Sypnosis: you and Michael attend the after party of the AMAs, but it seems that Diana Ross can't stop throwing herself at him. Thriller era

An~ ngl i have like 13 drafts of js unfinished stories 🫪 this was lowkey one of them 🫰🏾this isn't proof read. M.LIST

The club was packed.

Every important person in music seemed to be there, every producer, songwriter, model, and actor. The air smelled like expensive perfume and cigarette smoke.

The two of you usually didn't attend the after parties but after the eight awards Michael won tonight, you couldn't pass a celebratory drink up. You stood next to Michael in the VIP section with your hand wrapped around his arm , while he laughed at something Quincy said.

You gently release your grasp from Michael letting him know that you were going to go get a drink, you turn to him to kiss him on the cheek before making a beeline to the bar

The line at the bar definitely took longer than you expected. Finally getting to the front, you ask the bartender for a sex on the beach.

By the time you had got your drink and started making your way back to Michael , you stomach dropped

Tonight was supposed to be a peaceful night.

It's not like you didn't know about the crush Mike had on her but she didn't have to be in his face like she was the one he was with.

Diana had no decorum.

This was embarrassing, she was in his face. Your man. She's in his face, smiling, laughing and touching him. This just didn't sit right with you.

You silently make you way back next to Michael while sipping your drink. He looked star struck while talking to her. It pissed you off but this wasn't the time of place. Diana finally took the time to look your way.

"Oh , here she is" the smug look she had on her face didn't make the way you felt about her any better.

"Diana , this is my girlfriend (name) and (name) this is Diana" Michael introduced the two of you like you didn't know who each other were.

"Oh I know who she is , I'll see you later Mikey " Diana turned on those worn out heels of hers and walked away.

You genuinely couldn't stand this bitch ,it's like she lived and breathed just to torment you.

"Why was she talking to you" Michael turned towards you with a confused look on his face, Mike couldn't understand the tension between you and Diana.

Though this was the first time you two met in person. Anytime Mike brung one of the other up in conversation nothing nice was ever said.

"She was just being polite, she came up and greeted me baby" the smile on his face calmed you down a little, you knew he meant no harm in speaking to the girl but it still made you feel a way

After a while of sitting with Michael while you nursed your drink, Diana decided to pop up and ruin your night and possibly your image.

She interrupted your conversation. She took a seat next to him not even acknowledging your presence at the table

"Mikey , you know , no matter how old you get , you will forever be my baby" you couldn't help but cringe.

You knew Michael would eat those words up, she really had the nerve to disrespect you in your face, you couldn't help but smile while sipping your drink that should've been long gone.

"Diana.." Michael started before she cut him off.

"Oh Mikey " she said as she patted his thigh, he quite literally shuttered from that. You rolled your eyes and let out a tired breath. You were about to get up until she decided to focus her attention on you. Bad idea for her.

"You know Michael use to tell everybody that he was gonna marry me one day " you knew this , everyone did. She was his silly ass crush.

"Hm I did, but it seems I'm the one with the ring" you smiled at her but it seems that didn't shut her up.

"Nobody really knows him like I do " you practically laughed in her face , she didn't like that. "Oh do you ?" The tone she spoke with wasn't nothing you were fond of.

"Of course, he loves me and you will never feel that because you will never be me"

Oh that set you off , you set your drink down gently.

"Baby , how about we just leave " leave ? Oh now he wanted to leave because his two loves were disagreeing with each other. You weren't going anywhere now.

"Be you ? Me ? Want to be you ? A old ass bitch preying on young men? Interesting " you looked her dead in her eye. She was backing down and neither were you.

People nearby started to slowdown their conversations. They lived for drama. Especially this, the king of pops girlfriend arguing with his lifetime crush.

Michael put his hands over his face.

"I'm just saying it's always gonna be me "

And with that comment you watched all of your patience fly out the window. You stood up and she did too.

By this time a crowd had already been formed, watching the two of you. "Can we all just stop, this is very awkward " you almost listened to your boyfriend until you felt a pair of hands shove you.

You turned around and shoved her back. Michael was terrified at this point. But the situation was beyond that

You were about to handle this old ass bitch

She grabbed your arm and before she could do anything else you hit her hard enough to make her think straight. The crowd around the two of you grew and Micheal couldn't see you guys anymore

You grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her down, with her kicking, screaming and swinging at you it just made you more angry than you already were. The couple of hits she got on you weren't worth nothing

At this point you had the both of you on the floor with you on top of her, the punches you were throwing at her were genuinely nerve wracking to some of the people surrounding you. You didn't stop till you seen blood leaking from her.

You stood up once more and took her by the hair again and dragged her in front of the bar , picking up an empty glass you felt a pair of hand grab you from behind.

"(NAME) PLEASE STOP, LETS JUST GO" Michael sounded terrified, you let go of her hair and dropped the cup back onto the bar. You turned around and walked past him. He took a look at Diana "uhh she'll be okay " and quickly turned to follow you

The crowd ate all of that up , you knew it'd be front page news by tonight. But that didn't matter you were pissed she thought she had a one up on you.

Michael followed you outside to the small balcony. Your arms were crossed as you sat down in the chair out there. He sat beside you. The silence was taking over the both of you , until he spoke.

"I'm sorry " you looked at him calmly, "what are you sorry for " Micheal looked at you.

"For letting her disrespect you infront of me , she shouldn't have said those things to you " at this point you didn't care about any of that. You laughed

"It's fine Mike , she just needed to see her where her place was"

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Am I lowkey wrong for ending it there. Idk guys this might b ahhhh and it's short 🫰🏾 ok bye.

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Based off this ⤷ ゛request ˎˊ˗ M.LIST ,'

Michael just loves your legs

⤷ Michael couldn't resist you, all of his life he's been waltzing around thinner women wondering why they just didn't get him going how you did. You've been around him for so long, he doesn't know how he's lasted this long without pouncing on you.

Michael wanted to be your man, he needed you. Everything about you had Michael in a frenzy, your smile , your lips and not to mention those legs. The way you walk , he needed you so bad. From his point of view, your left leg was Christmas and your right was thanksgiving, and he wanted to come up and visit between holidays.

When Michael slept at night all he could do was dream about you, the morning he woke up wet thinking of you. He know he had to do something.

Michael just didn't know how a man like him could convince a girl like you , to be his lover. He needed you to understand that he is the one for you. You were so beautiful, those thick thighs had him going insane.

You were coming over later to sit with him for a studio session , he knew he had to do something about it then if he didn't want to blow himself up

By the time you showed up, you'd had just left your friends after having brunch with them.

"Hi Mickey, how are you" you smiled at him as you walked in, sitting down on the long black couch as he turned his chair around to take a look at you

"Hey girl, I'm amazing now that you're here" Michael looked at you with the most hunger in his eyes, the way you looked today had him screaming in his pants

That low cut shirt that made your breast look so nice , the way that curly hair was styled, the kitten hills that you were now kicking off, and those black capris — the way they hugged your thighs , oh how they just spread when you sit down making them look bigger, he could see the curve of your ass as you leaned forward to take those heels off. He was starring. Hard.

"Michael...? "

"Huh" he blinked not realizing you've called his name a good 4 times already. You got up and walked over to his chair.

"I asked you what you were working on mickey" you placed your hand on the back of his chair and the other on your plush hips. Oh he couldn't take it anymore

"You're driving me wild girl" Michael looked you up from your head to your bare feet taking a slight pause when he got to your legs

"What...?" You were very confident in yourself and your looks but the way those words came out of his mouth ? You were taken aback. Michael has only ever been seen with thinner women, you didn't know he had this attraction for you. If you'd forget about how you've always felt his eyes on you as you walked away from him

He took you by your hips to guide you into sitting on his lap , you quickly accepted that offer.

"These.." he said while he squeezed the fat of your thighs, "..they make me crazy"

"Baby I've spent my entire life around skinny people.. but you.. I love everything about you "

"Michael" your voice was gone , all sultry now. Michael moved the hair from your neck and leaned in to kiss it while he rubbed circles on your thighs

"I'm serious about you girl" you were hot , Michael was really hot.

The thing nobody understood was that Michael genuinely couldn’t believe you were real.

He’d spent years being surrounded by people who wanted something from him.

But he just wanted this one thing from you , and he was fixing to put a ring on that finger tonight.

If only you knew sooner that you friend, Michael Jackson , loved thicker women, loved women like you.

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ngl I was definitely fixing to turn this into a smut but I changed my mind mid story sooo.. anyways changed my theme how y'all like that ? Production got better🐅 send me request !

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kiss it better

synopsis: you have a repeating pattern with Jaafar, and after not talking for weeks you decide to write a song. (Singer!reader)

things~ I've been listening to kiss it better by Rihanna for like 3 days straight so it lowkey inspired this, you should listen to it while reading . I lowkey haven't written since my Wattpad (honorable mention) days so bare with me Imk if it's truly ahh® this wasn't proof read. M.LIST

"How have you been" Q asks ,while stepping into the studio. He's been your producer for years, helping you get to the point where you are now. "I been fine".

He shoots you a knowing look. you know that's not the truth but it's better than admitting what's really hurting you . It's been weeks and you still can't let it go.

Three weeks ago you and Jaafar got into a pretty upsetting argument, it wasn't like those weren't normal for the two of you but this one felt more intense. With your new album coming out soon and his filming of his uncles bio pic, emotions have been hanging on edge.

"You ready?" Q asked as he finished setting his equipment up. You were finishing some of the last songs on your new album. It was fun, lighthearted and a little flirty . The same as all of the rest of your albums. But something lingered in your mind.

"Yeah I am " you guy up to walk to the booth shutting the door behind you. The lights were dimmed just how you liked it. He started your track and you started singing but something felt off. You couldn't get into your vibe. Everything felt wrong.

"we can move to the next track,” your producer said gently through the talkback mic. “Maybe you’re just tired.” You stepped out of the booth sitting in the chair next to him

You leaned back in it, spinning it slightly, eyes unfocused on the ceiling lights. "No,” you said quietly. “It’s not tired.” It was something more than that. You clicked play.

The track came in smooth. Expensive. Polished. The kind of song people would call a hit before it even dropped.

And you hated it. Because it sounded like you but it didn't match what you were feeling .you hit stop.Silence filled the studio, heavy and uncomfortable

“I can’t sing this,” you said finally. "Then what do you have in mind" Q asked. He knew you had something in that head of yours. You wrote it down before all of this. A song you've been taking away and adding to for two weeks. About him.

You showed Q your book and asked if he had any tracks to match. To your surprise, he did. You stepped back into your booth, you put your headphones on and he starts the track. You feel it.

Boy, you know that you always do it right

Man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy

Just take it on back, boy.

Take it back all night.

He listened to it , this sound wasn't like you. He liked it. The way you sounded. Like you there infront of him on your knees speaking to him. He knew it was about him, he didn't need to ask you.

Truthfully he missed you. He's been so busy with the premiere coming up and all the interviews to say anything. He missed all of you, your smile, your smell , your body, and the face you made when he made you cum for the millionth time.

He missed it all and it seemed like you miss him too. He's picked up his phone, found your contact and pressed it.

As you were getting ready for bed, your phone lit up. It was him. A simple text message.

"Let me take it all back"

you fold. Every time. Your jaw tightened, but your fingers betrayed you, typing before your pride could catch up.

"You had your chance Jaafar"

You stared at that message for a second, then hit send before you could soften it.The three dots appeared almost instantly.

"I know."

That alone made your chest ache. No excuses. No deflection. Just… that. You exhaled slowly, leaning back against your headboard, phone still clutched in your hand like it might disappear if you loosened your grip.

Another message came through.

"Can I see you?"

You laughed under your breath, but there was no humor in it. Of course he’d jump straight to that. Seeing you had always been his way back in. One look, one touch, and suddenly all the things you swore you’d hold him accountable for didn’t feel as important.

You typed, erased, typed again.

"It’s late. "

You sent it , you put your phone down except him not to respond. But he did.

"I’m outside."

Your stomach dropped. You sat up so fast the room spun a little. “He's so..” you muttered under your breath, already pushing the covers off. Reckless. Impulsive. Him.

You crossed the room, peeking through the curtain and there he was, leaning against his car like he’d been there longer than he wanted to admit. Hoodie, hands in his pockets, head tilted down like he was thinking too hard.

For a second, you just watched him. Your phone buzzed again.

"If you tell me to leave, I will."

That made your chest tighten in a completely different way. Because he meant it. You knew you didn't want him to go. This was your man.

You grabbed a hoodie, slipped it on, and headed for the door before you could overthink it. The night air hit your skin as soon as you stepped outside, cool and quiet, wrapping around you like a warning you were actively ignoring.

His head lifted the second he heard you. The way he looked at you. Like he hadn’t breathed right in weeks and just remembered how and a deep hunger that nothing could seem to tame

"Jaafar , you shouldn't be here" you looked at him, he looked good, his black hoodie fit so well on him, the one you got him. "I wanted to see you, I need you"

He stepped closer to you, putting both hands on your waist. He dipped his head down to match your ear level "I heard your song" he whispered. His hand slipped down from your waist to your ass.

Your pajamas bottoms betraying you , letting him know you didn't have underwear on. He squeezed. Your breath hitched. "Jaafar, please you don't get to show up whenever you feel like it" you tried to take a step back but he held you tighter

You put your hand on his chest to keep distance between you and him. "I know , I'm sorry baby" he looked down at you " can you forgive me?"

You looked up at him , all you could see was his hunger for you. And you wanted it too

"Tell me what you're willing to do" you wanted to know from him. If he could give you an answer.

"Let me show you what I'm willing to do for you"

Ts was lowkey buns. It was lowkey gonna be smut at the end but im going out for cinco de mayo, so maybe pt2 if yall fw it. KEEP IN MIND I HAVENT WRITTEN IN 4 YEARS.

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ice cream man ⤷ ゛M.LIST ˎˊ˗

Jaafar didn't know how he got here but he's glad he let jermajesty drag him here

⤷ Jaafar didn't get out much , it wasn't on purpose. He was just busy. The movie , the interviews, the events. He just had a lot going on

So when jermajesty invited his dear old brothers to one of his schools football games, the homecoming game at that, Jaafar didn't say no.

The first time jaafar seen you wasn't in your uniform, it was actually out on the quad while jermajesty was giving him a tour the day before the game. You were apart of a lot of organizations, it wasn't like you weren't well known on campus. You were very involved around your campus.

The quad was a little busier than usual, despite classes being over for the day. Students sat around on their blankets studying, others at booths trying to get tickets for events, or promoting parties for homecoming weekend.

"This is what I was talking about" jermajesty walked next to his brother " there is always something going on"

Jaafar wasn't a stranger to HBCU customs, he's been to a few schools here and there, never to a HBCU homecoming week much less a football game. He looked around to take everything in.

His attention then landed on a girl, you, standing beside a decorated table.

You were speaking to freshman about joining the team , you being a senior and all, this was your last year as your teams captain. The last 4 years you had with your band had been the best to you. Your captain title giving you a little fame around the campus.

" you know everyone around here ?" Jaafar asked his brother hoping he knew the girl.

Jermajesty followed his gaze but before his brother could respond to him, you spotted jermajesty, your long time friend.

"Jermajesty, hii " you turned to your fellow teammates at your booth to excuse yourself handing them the rest of the flyers you had in your hand and you walked over.

"Boy we're have you been all week" jermajesty kinda forgot to call you back when you texted him on Monday telling him too, it was now Friday.

"Busy" jermajesty couldn't even make eye contact with you while saying that.

"You are such a liar jer" you shook your head at him finally noticing jaafar sanding next to him.

"Oh who is this"

"Oh , this my brother , jaafar" you lowkey knew who he was, literally who wouldn't. The way he looked in that movie, jaafar was a grown type of fine.

You lifted one of you eyebrows looking at jermajesty

“The brother?” Jaafar laughed.

“Depends what he’s been saying about me.” Jaafar looking you up and down taking more of your appearance in.

“Yo that's enough.” Jermajesty stopped both of yall from talking

You laughed , Jaafar immediately liked the sound of that.

"Nice to meet you Jaafarrr" the way you drug his name out had Jaafar feeling some type of way.

“You too.” Jaafar stuck his hand out , but you went in for a hug. Jermajesty folded his arms.

“Anyway, she’s one of the reasons I never get anywhere on time.”

“Because I have friends?” You asked.

“Because everybody knows you.” You dramatically flipped her hair.

“What can I say? I’m involved.” Jaafar glanced at the table.

“Involved is an understatement.”

She laughed.

“Student government, dance team, community outreach committee, and two other organizations.”

“See?” Jermajesty said. “This is exactly what I mean.”

“You sound like such a hater.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Anyways , you here for the homecoming game ? " you turned to Jaafar ignoring what his brother was about to say back to you.

"Yeah, First time" jaafar couldn't do nothing but smile at you, the way you looked had given him a run for his money.

"Oh you're going to love it, it's such an experience"

And an experience it was. Jaafar didn't know what was going on, for this only to be a college in the south, the stadium was packed. Student section packed with half drunk college students, cheerleaders in all four corners of the stadium, the announcer saying something about the two teams rivalry.

It was a lot going on and pregame hasn't even started yet.

You on the other hand, this was your normal, this gave you life.

Your tunnel was packed with all of your band and teammates, last minute things were happening. Hair adjustments, uniform fixes, making sure everyone looked the same.

This was a big game for you, this was your last year, yes you had more games and performances after tonight. But homecoming meant something to you.

Your drum major called everyone to attention, hearing "Band, Ten Hut" always made your heart rate speed up. That's how you knew it was time.

The uniforms tonight , they were your favorite, the mesh and gold one sleeve. It made your ass look fat while you danced.

You headed the announcer doing his intro he did for you guys every other week , when everyone in the tunnel heard "please welcome" everyone started stepping.

Now pregame wasn't necessarily the thing for you and your dancers so you marched behind your band and broke off to sit in your section.

Jaafar wasn't far from that, jermajesty actually spotted you first and brought his attention to you.

The way you looked in that uniform had Jaafar going insane.

By the time your band finished pregame and made their way up to the section it was half way into first quarter

The theme of homecoming this year was the best , flash back from the 80s/90s, every song your band was playing tonight was from that era

Your band director stood infront of you and oeered down at you ,"what you wanna play ".

You knew exactly what you wanted to dance too, with all this alumni here, you knew exactly what would get them warmed up. It was a genuine throw back especially for the band.

"Ice cream man " your band director relayed the message to your drum major and he called everyone to set

"BAND , TEN HUT " if jaafars attention wasn't already on you then this definitely made him look over. Jaafar then realized something.

Nobody was actually sitting down. “What is going on?” he asked over the noise. Jermajesty laughed.

“You know I ain’t never been to an HBCU game.”

“I can see that.” Jermajesty lowkey looked at his bother with pity while saying that

You band started , the music of a neighborhood ice cream truck filling your eras. Jaafar was genuinely confused why yall were playing that. Until he heard that tuba

Immediately students jumped up. The everyone crowded around their section, him and jermasjesty finding a spot as well.

And there you was. Right in the middle. Jaafar’s eyes found her instantly.

The dance team hit every count perfectly while the crowd sang along.

You threw your first stand , and his eyes locked on you immediately. You looked so comfortable in how you were moving. It was sexy.

Your stand was slow , it consisted of a lot of body rubbing and body rolls. The way you danced so smoothly without making it look like you were trying to hard stood out to him

You were smiling, laughing with your teammates between songs, then snapping right back into performance mode whenever the band started playing again.

“You know exactly where she’s at every time,” Jermajesty said.

Jaafar didn’t even look away.

“Be quiet.”

“Yo I’m just saying.”

At this point the game was tied at the end of second quarter, but the student section didn't seem to care. The band literally had become the main event.

Your band was now on the side lines waiting to get into half time. But your band director wanted one more tune before that. Which wasn't unusual.

Jaafar was standing with Jermajesty when he noticed movement in the band section.

The drum majors were talking. The dancers were shifting into formation.

“What song is this?” Jaafar asked. Jermajesty squinted toward the band.

“No idea.” Then your band played the intro and Jaafar froze.

“…No way.”

“Oh shit .”

Jermajesty immediately started laughing.

The unmistakable melody of Liberian Girl by Michael (my man ) Jackson floated through the stadium.

Students started singing before the band even got fully into the arrangement. The second you realized what song was playing, your entire face lit up. This was your shit.

“Oh, she’s about to be annoying,” Jermajesty muttered.

Sure enough, you pointed straight at Jaafar from the front of the stands following it with a very seductive body roll.

Your teammates followed your gaze.Then they all looked up at him. This was all apart of the routine. Like tradition. Find someone in the stands and make em' sweat. And Jaafar was your lucky pick.

Jaafar immediately groaned. “No.”

“YES,” Jermajesty yelled.

A few dancers around you grabbed your shoulders dramatically and pretended to faint, pushing their heads back a little with the backs of their hands on their heads.

While you stood in the middle of all of them posing.they all separated back into the formation they were originally in and then started dancing with the rest of the line as the band played the chorus.

The arrangement was surprisingly beautiful. The brass section carried the melody while the crowd sang along.

For a moment, Jaafar forgot about everyone watching him.

Especially when you turned around and dipped down your leg and came up while looking back at him

Until Jermajesty nudged him.

“Yo bro you starring at her ass hard "

He looked down. You knew he was too.

And every single time you caught him looking , you'd smile before returning to the routine.

“Dude she got you like that already” Jermajesty said.

“I just met her yesterday.”

“Bro Exactly.”

The song reached its final chorus. The band absolutely killed it. Students were singing at the top of their lungs.

You gave Jaafar a final wink before turning back to face the field.

Jaafar didnt know much about hbcu football games but he's glad he let jermajesty drag him here.

He needed to see what you looked like under that uniform!

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soo is this ahh orrr do like you want a pt2 like erm. Any way here's the stand tunes. Ice cream man & Liberian girl.

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Ughh miss you so much 🤍 angel face ☹️☹️

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MASTERLIST °❀.ೃ࿔*

MICHAEL J. JACKSON ⤸

SHE ISNT ME ⧽you and Michael attend the after party of the AMAs, but it seems that Diana Ross can't stop throwing herself at him. Thriller era!

THOSE LEGS ⧽ Michael just loves those legs of yours

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JAAFAR J. JACKSON ⤸

KISS IT BETTER ⧽you have a repeating pattern with Jaafar, and after not talking for weeks you decide to write a song. (Singer!reader)

ICE CREAM MAN ⧽ jaafar just so happens to be hypnotized by a HBCU dance captain

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Was listening to Everybody Here Wants You by Jeff Buckley and a light turned on in my head..

Would yall fw a Michael x Famous!Reader ? Everyone is always chasing after her but she just wants Michael or something ?!

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Guess who birthday it is 😜 MINE!!! #19