"Public displays of affection" here does NOT mean sex acts. This is asking about things like holding hands, kissing, hugging, etc in public places– the grocery store, the park, on a street, etc.
Are you annoyed/irritated by strangers' public displays of affection?
Yes, even people holding hands in public annoys me
Anything beyond hand-holding annoys me
Anything typically only done by lovers annoys me (e.g. kissing on the mouth)
It only annoys me if it's excessive
No, it doesn't annoy me, I feel neutral about it/don't pay attention
No, I feel positively toward strangers' public displays of affection
It depends on location (e.g. fine on the street but not on a train)
Depends on the people involved (e.g. fine for gay couples, not for straight ppl)
This depends too much on some other factor
I don't know/I never see public displays of affection
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𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓗𝓮’𝓼 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮 — Michael Jackson x Black Reader
warnings: jealous/protective undertones, heavy PDA, possessive reader, clingy michael, kissing, public relationship dynamics, slight innuendo, reader being very territorial over michael, fluff, implied diana ross jealousy
Brief summary: During the We Are the World era, everybody on set notices just how attached you and Michael are to each other. Your relationship is soft, affectionate, and impossible to ignore, especially when certain people are watching a little too closely.
The studio was loud.
Voices everywhere, people moving around constantly, cameras flashing every few seconds, celebrities laughing across the room while production staff hurried back and forth trying to keep everything organized.
And somehow, through all of it, Michael still only seemed focused on you.
“You okay?” he asked softly for probably the fifth time in the last twenty minutes.
You looked up from where you were fixing the collar of his jacket, trying not to laugh. “Michael, baby, I’m fine.”
“Mhm,” he mumbled, unconvinced.
His hands settled automatically on your waist while he watched you straighten the fabric near his shoulders. Even surrounded by half of Hollywood, Michael stayed attached to you like he physically couldn’t help himself.
And
You didn’t mind at all.
Especially not tonight.
Because every time a certain somebody drifted a little too close to him, suddenly you felt extra affectionate.
Your fingers slid carefully through the curls near Michael’s forehead, fixing a few loose strands while he stood there staring at you all soft and shy like he always did whenever you touched him too much in public.
“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” you teased quietly.
Michael smiled immediately, ducking his head a little. “Can’t help it.”
Lord.
He was adorable.
You leaned up without hesitation and kissed his cheek slowly, purposely lingering for a second longer than necessary.
The reaction was immediate.
Michael’s entire face went pink.
“Oh my God,” he muttered under his breath while smiling hard, trying to hide it.
You just laughed softly and smoothed your thumb against his jaw.
“Cute,” you whispered teasingly.
Michael immediately hid his face near your shoulder. “Stop.”
“No,” you said instantly, grinning.
Across the room, a few people noticed immediately.
Lionel started grinning.
Quincy looked exhausted already.
And Randy burst out laughing from one of the couches nearby. “Man, she got you BAD.”
Michael rolled his eyes instantly, though he still looked ridiculously happy.
“Leave me alone,” he mumbled.
“You was not this clingy before her,” Jermaine added loudly.
“That’s what I’m sayin’!” Marlon laughed. “He follow her around like a lost puppy now.”
You started laughing before you could stop yourself, and Michael immediately turned toward you with the most offended expression imaginable.
“Baby, don’t encourage them.”
“Oh, but I’m encouraging this REAL bad,” Marlon said.
Michael groaned dramatically and pulled you closer against his side, burying his face near your shoulder for a second while everybody laughed at him.
Which honestly only made you more affectionate.
You turned your head slightly and pressed another kiss against the side of his neck this time.
That shut him up instantly.
“…girl,” he whispered weakly.
You felt him tighten his grip around your waist.
“Now you shy?” you teased softly near his ear.
Michael looked at you like you were trying to kill him.
And somewhere across the room, Diana noticed.
You noticed too.
So did Michael, judging by the way he suddenly got quieter beside you.
Your expression softened immediately.
Without even thinking about it, you reached up and fixed the curls near his face again before kissing his forehead gently this time.
“You okay?” you asked softly.
Michael looked at you for a second before smiling in that shy little way he did whenever he got overwhelmed.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I am now.”
God.
You loved him bad.
And judging by the way he looked at you?
Everybody else could tell he loved you even worse.
At one point while Quincy was talking to a group nearby, you casually walked over to Michael again and adjusted the chains resting against his jacket.
Michael blinked down at you immediately.
“You keep fixin’ my clothes,” he said softly.
“Because you keep lettin’ people mess ‘em up,” you teased.
He smiled again. That soft, stupidly pretty smile that always made you want to kiss him.
So you did.
Quick little kiss right near the corner of his mouth.
Michael froze instantly.
Jermaine nearly screamed.
“Oh my GOD,” he yelled dramatically. “Can y’all act normal for FIVE minutes?”
You burst out laughing while Michael tried hiding his face again.
“Nope,” you answered for him.
Michael looked absolutely gone.
Like genuinely gone.
Especially when you casually slid into his lap later during one of the breaks like it was the most natural thing in the world.
One of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist immediately while the other rested across your thigh.
Comfortable.
Automatically.
You leaned back against his chest comfortably while he rested his chin near your shoulder.
“You know people keep starin’ at us?” you whispered jokingly.
Michael shrugged against you without a single ounce of shame.
“Let ‘em stare.”
You turned slightly just to look at him properly because honestly? That confidence coming from him was rare.
Michael noticed immediately and smiled shyly again.
“What?”
“Nothin’,” you mumbled, grinning.
A few seconds later he leaned closer toward your ear quietly enough that almost nobody else could hear him.
“…I just like when you’re close to me.”
Your entire expression softened.
You turned your head and kissed him again, slower this time.
The room around you practically disappeared for a second.
And when you finally pulled away, Michael was smiling so hard it looked painful.
“There he go,” Marlon muttered dramatically from across the room. “That’s that look again.”
“You mean the look he get every time she breathe near him?” Randy added.
Everybody started laughing again.
Michael just rolled his eyes and tightened his arms around you even more while resting his face against your neck.
Like he needed everybody in the room to know exactly who you belonged to.
And maybe
Just maybe
You liked that a little too much.
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HIII it's my first time requesting but I just want like a fic were it's so obvious that's malachis love language is physical touch and quality time yk? like public affection and clinginess type stuff.Were everyone but him realizes how much he's touching reader and time he's spending with her until someone points it out like MK or smth.
In like a situation were it's like over the course of the tour and the days were they rest as well, just as an example but it's really up to you😁
Could you also make it Malachi x FEM!reader and long please thanks so much.
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Pairings: Malachi x fem!reader
WARNINGs: PDA
WC: 0.7k
A/N: i made dates up without looking at the date list so just go along with it. i also live in the UK so i went for places i know of.
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The airport was literal chaos at 6AM.
Fans who'd somehow caught wind of the flight lined the barriers, snapping photos as the group shuffled through security with bags slung over shoulders and hoodies pulled low. Everyone looked half-asleep - except Malachi. He was wide awake, tugging you by the hand through the crowd like a man on a mission.
"Malachi, slow down!" you laughed, stumbling a little as he guided you toward the gate. His fingers were laced tightly with yours, his other hand protectively holding the strap of your carry-on so you didn't have to drag it.
Behind you, MK smirked knowingly. "Dude, she's not gonna disappear if you let go for two seconds."
Malachi glanced over his shoulder, confused. "What? I'm just helping." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and then went right back to tugging you close, your hand snug in his.
When the group finally reached the waiting area, everyone collapsed into seats, trying to catch some sleep before boarding. Malachi didn't even hesitate - he pulled you into his lap, arms circling your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.
"You're heavy," you teased quietly, shifting as his arms tightened around you.
"You love it," he mumbled, already half asleep against your neck.
MK sat across the isle, smothering a laugh as he pointed. "Case and point. Dude is like Velcro."
You only rolled your eyes fondly, brushing your fingers through Malachi's curls as he snored softly against your skin.
New Jersey - Show Day
Backstage was buzzing - crew members weaving in and out, last-minute sound checks echoing from the stage. You leaned against a stack of amps, scrolling on your phone, when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around your middle from behind.
"Guess who," Malachi murmured, pressing his face into your shoulder.
You laughed. "Kai, you've been gone for like ten minutes."
"Too long," he mumbled. He swayed you gently in his arms, ignoring the amused looks from the others as they went into the dressing room.
"Man, how are we supposed to compete with this?" kylie joked.
"You're not," Malachi said seriously, tightening his hold on you before kissing your temple.
You felt your cheeks warm, but the truth was, you loved how shameless he was. On stage, he was all energy but offstage, he was just... yours.
Chicago - Rest Day
Everyone had agreed on exploring downtown. That lasted about twenty minutes before Malachi tugged you away from the group, insisting he just wanted to "hang out, just us."
You ended up in a little café tucked between skyscrapers, sipping lattes while he doodled on napkins. He kept reaching across the table to hold your hand, even when it meant smearing ink across his palm.
"Kai, you're a mess," you giggled, wiping his hand with tissue.
"Worth it," he said simply, leaning forward to kiss you across the table.
Later, when you met back up with everyone at the hotel, the teasing was relentless.
"Y’all weren’t sightseeing," MK accused, wagging a finger. "Yeah, bet they saw more of each other than the city," someone added.
Malachi just grinned, pulling you against him like he was proud of it. "Can you blame me?"
You buried your face in his hoodie, hoping no one noticed how red you were.
Los Angeles - Tour Finale
The last show of the tour always carried a different kind of energy - bittersweet, electric, unforgettable. You stood side-stage, watching the crowd scream as Malachi bounded across the stage, mic in hand, sweat glistening under the lights.
But even with thousands of fans shouting his name, his eyes kept darting to you. Every chance he got, he winked, pointed, or blew you a kiss, earning screams from the audience when the cameras caught it.
After the set, when the final notes faded and confetti rained down, Malachi rushed straight to you, ignoring the cameras and crew. He scooped you up, spinning you in his arms before kissing you breathless in front of everyone.
"Best tour ever," he said against your lips, grinning wide.
"Because of the shows or because of me?" you teased, breathless.
He didn't even hesitate. "You. Always you."
And as MK groaned dramatically somewhere in the background - "Bro, you're gonna give us cavities," - you realized that no matter how obvious it was to everyone else, Malachi really didn't care. Because to him, loving you out loud was just the most natural thing in the world.
