Michael Jackson: Finally getting together
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Best friends to lovers, Fluff, Michael x fem!reader
MICHAEL JACKSON was your best friend since childhood. The two of you had gotten along very well and you were his only human friend. You came from a poor family, not famous at all.
Michael had just started working on his new album Thriller. He just came back from a long day of recording. Bill drove him to your house and he knocked.
His feeling for you were getting a bit to hard to hide. He didn’t want to hide them anymore. You meant everything to him and he wanted you.
The whole past week he has been think about asking you out but had been so nervous of ruining your friendship or getting rejected.
Little did he know you have liked him more than a friend since the day the two of you met. You were just really good at hiding it.
You would’ve never have thought that Michael liked you back but he did. And he liked you back BAD.
You sighed “coming!” You were in pajamas and didn’t feel like getting up from your comfy bed but you had no choice since your parents were asleep.
He waits outside your door, nervously rubbing his hands together. He was gonna do it tonight, he was gonna confess his feeling to you.
His mind was racing with every possible scenario. “What if she doesn’t like me back,” what if she never want to talk to me?” What if..”
His thought were quickly cut off as the he heard the sound of the door opening. You open the door and see a very tired and nervous looking Michael. “Hey, you” You say looking him up and down
“Hey…” he responds, looking past you in your house. “May I come in?” You smirk, “why wouldn’t I? You’re acting weird.” He shakes his head. “Just tired I guess.” You step aside to let him in.
He walks in and walks into your kitchen immediately. “Did ya get that ice cream for me?” He asks as he opens the freezer. You giggled a bit and closed the door, walking in the kitchen too. “Yes, of course I did, Mikey. How else would I keep you from getting a temper tantrum?”
He smiles and takes the strawberry ice cream out of the freezer, walking to the cabinets to grab two bowls for you too. You admire him like you always do. You had no idea he had actually liked you back.
“So how was your day today?” He asks setting the bowls down and scooping some ice cream into them. “Mmm.. it was fine. Didn’t really do anything, you?”
“I kept messing up at the studio today. My mind has been all over the place lately.” He says sliding the bowl over to you. You sit down at the island counter chairs. He eats his ice cream peacefully.
“I missed you” he says quietly, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear it. You look over at him and smile softly at the redness of his cheeks. “Missed you too Mikey.” He blushes even harder and looks away.
You finish your ice cream and take your guy’s bowls and washes them. Michael gets up on the counter to sit on the edge.
His legs swing slightly as he fiddles with his hands. “Listen, I- how do I even say this.” You continue to wash the dishes. “I know we’ve been friend for a long time, right? And I- um….”
You put the bowls on the drying rack and lean against the sink facing him.
“Go on.” You say, encouraging him to continue. He sighs and runs a hand down his face. “I really like you. Like REALLY like you. And I was hoping you felt the same way about me.” He looks at you to see your reaction.
You feel your heart skip a beat in your chest as his words leave his lips. You have had liked Michael forever.
“I uh like you too. I’ve liked you for years.” You mumble, looking down at your feet. He sighs of relief. His shoulder loosening up as he feels more confident in himself.
He smiles and rubs the back off his neck as he climbs off the counter, stepping closer to you. “So you wanna be my girl?” He asks his eyes very hopeful. You look up and smile back, “Mhm, of course I wanna.”
He leans in, his lips pressing against yours as he kisses you. The kiss is sweet and a bit clumsy. His hand rest on your cheeks as your hand rest on his waist.
He pulls away with a soft “mwah” He looks at your lips again and kisses you again, making sure he’s does it right this time.
You hum quietly as he kisses you again. Feeling butterflies in your stomach. He pulls away again and hugs you. “So happy you’re my girl.” You giggle and bury your face in his shoulder.