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Meet @MoRuf: Rapper, Songwriter, and SZA-approved NJ Native 🌳

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J a n e t J a c k s o n

[brownbuttababe]

[ilovenycee]

[notthatblackgirl]

Coco Jones.

[an7body]

PHYLLIS HYMAN shot by Suzanne Vlamis, 1976

[111-honey]

beyonce!reader who always gives diana ross a hard time. suggestive content.

you and michael had arrived in seperate cars tonight.

but that's only because you were doing a special performance for the vma's which meant you had to arrive early for a soundcheck.

as michael took his seat, a crew member from backstage rushed over to his row, whispering something in his ear about someone who wanted to see him, he immediately knew who.

you sat in a dressing room, warming up your vocals when the door opened and when you saw michael in a dazzling suit, your face broke into a wide grin.

"how do i look?" you asked him as he came closer to you, closing the door behind him. "beautiful baby, absolutely breath-taking." he breathed out, admiring your shining skin beneath the bejewled bralette and gold skirt with feathers across it. his eyes flickered up to the honey blonde curls you were rocking and his smile grew.

"you nervous?" he asked, wrapping his arms around your chest.

you nodded, "i always am before these things." you replied, to which he tutted and pulled you closer, "you look great, you're gonna do great, tonight will be great." he muttered before kissing your neck, he knew your face was off limits when you had stage makeup on, "say it back."

"you look-" you started with a coy grin before he cut you off, "baby, come on." he sighed, trying to fight the smile that was coming.

"okay, sorry." you giggled, throwing your head back, "i look great, i'm gonna do great, tonight will be great." you firmly said, "attagirl." he smirked, placing another kiss to your neck.

"okay, i gotta go back to my seat now, kill it out there for me?" he asked, you nodded excitedly, "see you after." you smiled.

the award show started and you got to watch from a tv backstage, which meant you were seeing everything the viewers would see. which meant everyone could see diana ross sat next to michael jackson, your man. not only that, but she made it a point to have her hand on his shoulder and there was a red lipstick stain on his cheek. who had red lipstick on? diana.

it was constant. after every award or performance, the camera would pan to them, whispering and laughing together and by the time it was your turn to go onto stage? you were pissed.

"to be or not to be? not."

when the intro started, the lights were pitch black. by the time it ended the lights flashed back on and you stood in the middle of the stage. you strutted down the stage following the beat of your iconic song, 'freakum dress' and when you glanced over in michael's direction, he was sat up and watching you eagerly while diana had a judgemental look in her eyes.

"it's time to get it, cause once again he's out doing wrong."

you briefly glanced in michael's direction as you sang this line. of course, since he was so oblivious he had no idea that this line was aimed at him, you had seen everything that happened tonight and you were angry.

as usual, your choreography was fierce and sharp, you always picked the best backup dancers who could keep up with the intense choreography and your amazing stage presence.

"such an attraction, keep tellin' me how my outfit's so nice. little did he know - ha, my man gon' take it off tonight."

you winked as you sang that line - the camera hurriedly panned to michael for his reaction. he bit his lip with a smile, looking down at his lap bashfully while diana fought herself from rolling her eyes.

there was then a guitar solo, the girl playing the electric guitar stood forward, playing an astonishing solo which gave you enough time to prepare for the bridge that was soon approaching. it required both a fast, dramatic choreography and a powerful voice.

"when you put it on it's an invitation. when they play your song, get on up and shake it, work it out your back, you don't have to waste it spin it all around then take it to the ground ."

the crowd erupted into cheers as you flawlessly executed the bridge, michael smiled proudly, clapping with everyone else and when the song ended he was the first one to stand up - leading to everyone following suit while you stood at the front of the stage, your chest heaving heavily as you caught your breath. you blew one kiss to the crowd before the lights went off and you started heading off stage.

you sat in your dressing room, working on a cool down as you stretched your legs and chugged water. there was a small knock at the door, before michael peered in. "that was amazing, baby." he proudly said as he leaned down to kiss your cheek, but what he wasn't expecting was for you to swerve his kiss. "what's wrong? i thought i was allowed to kiss you properly after performances?" he furrowed his brows in confusion and you just glared at him. "why don't you get a proper kiss from whoever did that to your cheek?" you asked, grabbing his chin, forcing him to look in the mirror. the confusion on his face cracked when he saw the red lip stain and everything began to make sense. "this is about diana?" he asked although he already knew the answer. you stayed silent.

he softly said your name as he grabbed a tissue to wipe off the stain, "baby, i'm sorry. she was just greeting me." he tried to make it better but you just scoffed, "so i should greet every guy i see with a fucking kiss on the cheek?"

"you're right. it was wrong." he sighed, massaging the tension in your shoulders away, "it was wrong for me to let her touch on me like that when i'm practically a married man." he leaned down, kissing your neck as he gently grabbed your chin, forcing your head to tilt back so you could look up at him, "let me take you home and show you how sorry i am." he muttered against your skin. you hummed in satisfaction as you stood up to change.

you two were leaving through the back, but you rolled your eyes as you heard that agitating voice from behind you. "michael, will i see you at the after party?" you both stopped in your tracks and turned around slowly to find diana ross watching you both with a stiff smile.

"i don't think so...y/n's really tired after tonight." michael apologetically shrugged, diana rolled her eyes teasingly, "come on, y/n's a big girl, she only did one song. i'm sure she can handle one night alone, can't you?" she asked you, which made you look at her in disbelief.

"so i'm not even invited to the after party?" you clarified, diana winced, "it was a tight number of guests allowed, i couldn't invite everyone." she shrugged as if that explained everything, "and if we start making changes to let you in, we have to do that for everyone and it just becomes messy."

"this isn't middle school diana, i don't care about your tight guest lists. michael's not going." you said, diana rolled her eyes as she looked at michael, "i was asking michael, not michael's girlfriend."

"michael's girlfriend is her own person, diana. and she's right. if she's not welcome somewhere why would i wanna go? that's just disrespectful on my part." michael shrugged as if it were obvious, "you have a good night." he nodded as he took your hand, continuing to head to the car instead of stay back and listen to diana's flimsy excuses and pleads for some extra alone time with michael.

the moment they got into the car, you threw your arms around michael's neck and finally let him kiss your lips. once you pulled away he smiled, "see? you're my girl, i always got you."

you smiled, "you still owe me a lot of foot rubs tonight." michael playfully groaned, "you're not mad, you decided to dance in heels and now you're suffering from the consequences."

"exactly." you smiled at him, kissing his cheek once more before leaning back in your seat.