i automatically assume the reader has a silk press or box braids when y'all are describing hair in these stories. LMFAOOOOOO, you will NOT rain on my parade. i'll picture michael x reader being about a black girl every single time
where old home videos get leaked online 😭and the internet becomes obsessed with:
- little reader dancing in Michael’s shoes
- Janet dressing her up like a doll
- Michael carrying her EVERYWHERE
- family interviews where the brothers can’t stop talking about her
Reader is mortified while the family finds it hilarious
please and thank you (take care)
EMBARRASSING VIDEOS
JACKSON FAMILY X JACKSON!READER
When home videos got leaked out to the public, you can’t help but be embarrassed and mortified.
-HOME VIDEO 1 (age 6)
The footage is seen where someone is doing a small tour video of Hayvenhurst. Suddenly the video skips over to show inside a house, where, music was playing as a young Michael, Randy, and Janet were peeking in someone’s room.
The three snickered, it seemed Michael had ‘lost’ his shoes. The camera turns to the room they are looking in.
There was a young black girl with two puff buns who was trying to do some dances in big black loafers. The young black girl seemed to be smiling widely before falling on her back.
The three older siblings laughed, making the young girl realize what had just happened, and she then screamed at them out of embarrassment.
“GET OUT!”
“WE AIN'T EVEN IN YOUR ROOM LIL TIGER!” Randy exclaimed, running after the young girl who had thrown her stuffed animal. Janet runs after Randy and Michael goes into his little sister's room.
It’s revealed that the one recording was of Marlon who chuckled seeing Michael try to get his shoes back only for the young girl to pout.
“Cmon… hand them over, y/n,” Michael says, speaking softly while the young frowns.
The girl finally gave the shoes to which Michael gave her a hug and ran off.
-HOME VIDEO 2 (age 4)
Janet is smiling widely, smiling in a princess dress while you stare at her blankly with embarrassment on your face.
“You look so pretty, n/n!” She exclaimed, dusting your dress while you pouted as your small body looked at the camera that was zooming in on the poofy dress as Janet laughed.
“I don't wanna be dressed up…” you said, your tiny voice slurring some words. You usually like to wear shorts and some shirts that mostly kiddy thanks to Michael using his own money along with the brothers spoiling you.
“But you’re so pretty, y/n!” Janet explained happily.
The camera turned to your face, and it was true that you looked like a complete doll. Like a beautiful baby doll that needs to be cared for.
Your small body plopped against a chair seat as Janet and you started to have a small tea party.
-HOME VIDEO 3 (age 4-6)
Michael is carrying you across the studio shown in the video, you held a small Minnie Mouse doll while Michael swiped his hand over your mouth.
Dusting crumbs from the snack he had given you earlier.
“Does he ever put her down?” The person behind the camera asks.
“Not really,” John says, watching how Michael shows you the thriller video in the making. “They’re attached to the hip. It’s like they’re connected, mostly Michael.” John points to how Michael put you down and you ran after him goofily.
Michael laughed, falling dramatically as his Jheri curls were messy.
You tackled him, your small body falling limp against his horizontal body. You giggled loudly before Michael tickled you.
“He carries her around so much, most people would’ve thought that’s his daughter.”
The video shows Michael walking Louie with you on the llama’s back, smiling widely as you giggle.
It then cuts to Michael having you on his back, your arms wrapped around his neck while you look at whatever is going on as Michael seems focused along with his team.
Most of the clips showed him carrying you around from the ages of four to six.
At the clip showing you were six, you told Michael something and Michael lifted you, doing the mom hip thing while you tried to get out of his grip.
“You’re still my baby!” Michael exclaimed, letting the audio pick up while you yelled for him to stop with an embarrassed smile.
-HOME VIDEO 4 (age 9)
The boys are being interviewed, each camera panning over each brother as Michael is looking bored with Marlon who is turning in his spinning chair slightly.
Randy seemed to be distracted as he was once again asked how he joined his brothers.
Jackie and Tito are nodding along to some of the questions.
Jermaine was answering a question, “Yes, the tour was amazing. Honestly, we love our fans and hope to see them next time.” Jermaine said with a smile.
The interviewer smiles with a nod before saying what they shouldn’t have said.
“ I heard you boys have a little sister who’s new to the family, how old is she now?”
Michael sat up immediately with a smile, “She’s nine now, but she’s still a baby in our eyes.”
Jackie chuckled, “She’s like an old lady in a child’s body. She reads any room even if she wasn’t in there before.”
The camera pans to Tito who smiled with a nod, “She’s a fierce little girl, we call her ‘lil tiger’ since she likes to be tough even though she’s cute like a doll.”
“Oh don’t forget when we dressed her up as a mummy for her first Halloween!” Randy called out, and the boys started to laugh.
“She clearly didn’t like the toilet paper Marlon put around her,” Jermaine says, rubbing his hands and leaning forward. Getting comfortable with how the subject was now about you.
“Boys?” The interviewer spoke, not aware of the chaos they had just released since the boys are gushing over their adorable little sister.
“She still likes to cling to me,” Michael said with a proud smile, although he wasn’t trying to flex that he knew you were more clingy with him ever since you were a baby.
“Yes, but that’s because you kept sneaking her into your room and making her listen to your books,” Jackie called out, pointing to Michael who laughed.
“Uh, boys!” The interviewer said louder, making the conversation about you end as they all looked at them confused.
“You all must really care for your little sister!” The interviewer said nervously.
“Absolutely!” They all said simultaneously.
This was the interview that made everyone curious about you.
aftermath- And now here you are at the age of 24 embarrassed as Michael had you sit by him when the internet showed all the videos.
“Are you serious??!” You exclaimed, your face showed pure embarrassment looking at your older brother who laughed clapping his hands.
And all of this was just leaked.
|| Michael’s left toenail: omg!! Y/n must’ve been so adorable!
||queenofloving: Michael being a father and brother to his little sister is so cute!
||michaelsshoes: wishing I were his little sister so I could be carried 24/7
|| username 91793: the family bond with Janet and y/n is what my sister and I need.
Is what the comments had read while you were just too embarrassed and mortified to even say anything anymore.
request: michael and reader deciding its time to start a family (post bad era, once he’s finished with the tour) so she goes off her birth control and tracks her cycle. then once she’s finally ovulating after a couple weeks and Michael is ALL OVER HER
(& even though they’ve been “practicing” baby-making for weeks waiting for her fertile window he knows instantly its different)
yep this is absolutely fire THANK YOU so much
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙔𝙚𝙩?
Warnings - implied sex, heavy petting, pregnancy
Bad era Michael!
No specific characteristics
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“Baby?”
Michael spoke softly, knocking on the bathroom door. You had been in there for quite some time. You had taken one of those ovulation stick tests, wanting to see if you were ovulating, but you weren’t.
You put the stick down, “Come in!” You shout as you look up to see him.
“Doing okay? What are you doing?” He asks, slightly concerned.
“I just wanted to see if.. well if i’m ovulating.” You say, gesturing to the stick.
He hums, picking up the stick. It said negative, which meant you weren’t ovulating.
Michael had mentioned countless times about wanting, needing to start a family. You knew from the very start of your relationships that’s what he wanted. You felt terrible for disappointing him. You remember when you told him that you were on birth control, his face consisting of slight disappointment, but also understanding.
But the thing is, he always knew what phase of your cycle you were in. Some people would say it’s weird, but it made him attentive to your needs. Whenever you were on your period, he knew to bring you a heating pad and chocolate. When you were in your luteal phase, he knew not to argue with you. It was great, honestly.
Since you had gotten off your birth control around 3 weeks ago, you’ve been trying almost every single night for a baby.
That’s why two weeks after your period, Michael started to want you all the time. and i mean ALL the time. One late night after you both had dinner and a shower, he pounced on you, kissing you deeply, almost harshly, as his hands wandered everywhere. Between your thighs, up your breasts, around your neck.
You pull back slightly, “Sweetheart, what’s the rush?” You chuckle under your breath, looking at him.
He pulls back slightly, “You’re ovulating, (Name). it’s the perfect night.”
You look at him, confused. You hadn’t even known you were ovulating.
“Wait, wait, wait, how do you know?” You ask curiously.
“I just.. I just know. It’s radiating off of you.” Michael laughed softly.
You shrug, who were you to deny sex with your husband?
He guides you into the bed, hovering over you as your hands roam his back. Michael groans softly into your mouth as he presses his hard-on against your thigh.
The night moves on, and after multiple rounds of sex and dozens of positions, you finally lay next to him as you catch your breath.
He couldn’t stop smiling. “I know it’s going to work, I just know it!” Michael says with a boyish smile on his face.
You chuckle, patting his arm.
The next month, when you get.. well, when you’re supposed to get your period, you don’t.
You immediately tell Michael, who starts screaming, “WHAT!!” excitedly.
You immediately go buy a pregnancy test, and to your surprise, you are indeed pregnant.
When you tell Michael, he starts running around the house, screaming of excitement. “I’m gonna be a daddy!!”
He stops infront of you, “Are you sure?” He asks, even though you both are sure.
You nod, which fuels another trip around the house.
You giggle, watching your grown ass husband scream and run around.
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A few months later, you both walk into the house after an appointment, where you finally saw your baby girl growing inside of you. Michael hadn’t stopped crying, looking at the sonogram of the baby.
“Honey… please stop crying, you’re making me want to cry.” You say, looking at him as your hands gently rub your stomach, which is now slightly bigger and with your belly button ever so slightly protruding.
Michael looks at you, his cheeks wet from his tears. “This is my baby. Our baby. I just can’t believe it.” He chokes out, his arms going out to hug you.
this is something VERY different from my usual writing style and honestly i had so much fun experimenting with it
i know it's not written like my regular fics, so please forgive me for any mistakes or awkward moments while i figure out the format. i'm still learning and trying new things with this series 💜
i really hope y'all enjoy it because i genuinely had so much fun writing it
and if y'all like this format and wanna see episode 2, PLEASE let me know because i already have ideas
The camera crew followed you as you opened the front door.
"Come in, y'all," you laughed. "Welcome to our mess, I mean home."
Production walked inside and immediately started filming.
You smiled at the camera.
"Since y'all are gonna be here for a while, I might as well introduce everybody."
You pointed toward the living room.
"Okay, first of all, Michael."
The camera zoomed over to Michael sitting peacefully on the couch reading a book.
He looked up and smiled.
"Hi."
You grinned.
"Everybody's favorite, and yes, he knows it."
Michael laughed.
"That's not true."
Janet sat at the kitchen island drinking coffee.
"This is Janet."
Janet immediately looked up.
"The only normal one."
Jermaine, sitting behind her:
"That's a crazy thing to say out loud."
Janet rolled her eyes.
"Mama Katherine, she raised all of us. She's the reason we're alive."
"And sometimes I wonder why."
Prince and Paris were arguing over something stupid.
Bigi was sitting quietly with a book just like Michael.
"This is Prince, Paris, and Bigi. They keep things… interesting."
The camera followed you upstairs.
You lowered your voice dramatically.
"And this..."
You opened your bedroom door.
Jermajesty was dead asleep.
Hair in all directions.
Blanket hanging off the bed.
"Is my husband."
You smiled lovingly.
"I love him very much."
"Sometimes."
“Let's go…”
Just then, Jaafar walked past carrying a cup.
"Where are you going?" you asked.
"Mind your business."
The camera crew followed him anyway.
Jaafar opened your bedroom door.
Walked over.
And dumped the water right on Jermajesty’s face.
"JAAFAR! You bitch."
"You awake now!"
Jermajesty jumped off the bed.
"I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL KILL YOU!"
Production could barely keep up as the two ran downstairs.
Jaafar ran into Michael so hard he nearly dropped his book.
Janet started laughing so hard she was crying.
Mama Katherine covered her face just covered her face and pretended not to see anything.
"Lord have mercy."
Jermajesty finally managed to corner Jaafar in the kitchen, pointing a knife at him.
Threatening him until Michael came over and separated them, picking up Jermajesty by the armpits when he refused to put the knife down.
CONFESSIONAL
Jermajesty sat in the chair.
"I'm too old for this."
Replay.
Slow motion.
Jermajesty stared directly into the camera.
"And whoever clipped that and put it in slow motion..."
…
"...fuck you."
By noon, everybody had moved outside due to the California heat and the broken ac’s in the house.
The pool was only being used for dipping feet despite the heat.
Michael on the grill.
Kids running around.
Music playing somewhere.
And then Michael standing in the middle of everyone holding two Super Soakers.
Production:
"Michael… why do you have two?"
Michael smiled.
"So I can double-wield, see."
"Michael, you're sixty-seven years old."
"And?"
Before production could say anything else, he shot Janet in the arm.
"MICHAEL!"
Michael immediately started running.
Production nearly tripped trying to follow him.
"YOU STARTED IT!" Michael shouted.
"I just got here!" Janet screamed.
"I know!"
Everybody was dying with laughter.
Prince's son, MJ, had joined Michael.
The two of them were now running around and shooting everybody together.
"Grandpa, get Auntie Janet!"
"I'm trying!"
Janet:
"MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON!"
Jaafar had made the mistake of walking too close to the pool.
Jermajesty grinned.
"Oh, this is gonna be fun."
Jaafar instantly looked nervous.
"No."
"Jer, please, I'm sorry."
"No."
"Jermajesty."
"No."
"You push me in, and we're fighting."
Jermajesty smiled.
"I'm not gonna push you."
Jaafar relaxed.
"Good."
He turned around.
And walked straight into the pool.
Literal Silence.
Then Marlon burst out laughing as usual.
Even Mama Katherine was laughing.
Jaafar resurfaced.
"WHO MOVED THE GROUND?!"
CONFESSIONAL
Jaafar:
"Nobody pushed me."
"But I know Jermajesty manifested that somehow."
— —
CONFESSIONAL
Jermajesty:
"I didn't touch him."
"But God knew what needed to happen."
CONFESSIONAL
Janet:
"I'm surrounded by idiots; I hate it here.”
— —
Outside, Michael was now hiding behind a chair with his grandson.
"Grandpa, we need backup."
Michael nodded.
"You're right."
He peeked over the chair.
Spotted Janet.
And immediately sat back down.
"Nope."
"We're not fighting that woman."
"Retreat, it’s over."
Production:
"You're scared of Janet?"
Michael:
"I'm not scared."
He paused.
"She's just… mean."
"There's a difference."
Production:
"That's fear."
"No, it isn't."
Janet's voice came from across the yard.
"MICHAEL!"
Michael jumped before running away.
Eventually, everybody moved toward the grill.
And that was when Michael became Gordon Ramsay.
He had an apron on that said big DADDY mike.
Where the apron came from, nobody knew
But somehow he had one.
And a spatula in one hand.
"Who made these burgers?"
Everybody turned.
Jermaine looked over.
"I did."
Michael stared.
Jermaine stared back.
Michael slowly lifted the burger.
"You call this medium rare?"
Jermaine frowned.
"It's cooked."
Michael looked disgusted.
"It's dry."
Jermaine threw his hands up.
"Michael, it's meat."
"It's ruined."
"It's BEEF, Michael!"
Janet was laughing harder now than earlier.
"You've cooked twice, and suddenly you're Gordon Ramsay."
"No, Janet."
Michael shook his head.
"I'm an artist."
"It's about passion."
"Passion?"
"It's burgers!"
Production:
"Michael, when did you become a chef?"
Michael looked offended.
"I've always been a chef."
"You people just never appreciated me."
Randy:
"We appreciated you."
"We just didn't know you were crazy."
Production: Michael the spatula…
"Hm?"
"You're holding the spatula upside down."
"Oh."
"As I said."
"Passion."
— —
CONFESSIONAL
Michael:
"I AM Gordon Ramsay."
Production:
"No, you're Michael Jackson."
Michael thought about it.
"That's true."
"But if Gordon Ramsay and I had a cook-off…"
"I'd win." (My votes on Mike)
— —
CONFESSIONAL
Janet:
"This man has won thirteen Grammys."
"But the thing he's most proud of today is a mediocre at best hamburger."
— —
CONFESSIONAL
Jermaine:
"He criticized my burger."
"He burned his own."
Replay.
Michael flipping a burger.
Burger flying off the grill.
Michael:
"OH!"
Jaafar:
"FIVE SECOND RULE!"
Jermajesty:
"THAT'S STILL GOOD!"
Mama Katherine:
"Don't you dare eat that."
The burger was thrown away.
Mostly because you physically took it from Michael.
And then somehow…
It managed to be peaceful after that.
Music playing.
Kids running around.
People talking over each other.
Mama Katherine smiling, looking at all her babies together.
Michael humming Ladies' Night by Kool & The Gang while standing beside the grill.
Everything felt perfect.
Then production accidentally caught Michael eating chips straight out of the bag, scratching his butt, and putting his hand back in the bag while nobody was looking.
Production:
"Michael, aren't those for everybody?"
Michael froze.
"...No."
Game night
Nobody really remembered who suggested it.
But now everybody was too invested to stop.
Monopoly.
Dominoes.
Uno.
Production immediately realized they had enough footage for three seasons of this shit.
Jermajesty sat down.
"Okay, nobody cheats tonight."
Everybody turned toward Michael.
Michael looked offended.
"What?"
Jermaine started laughing.
"He's talking to you."
"I don't cheat."
Everybody:
"YES YOU DO."
"That was one time."
Janet:
"Michael, it was literally yesterday."
Meanwhile, Jaafar was focused on Monopoly.
Production:
"Who takes Monopoly the most seriously?"
Everybody pointed at Jaafar.
Jaafar looked offended.
"I don't; it’s just a game."
"WHO MOVED MY MONEY?"
Jermajesty started laughing so hard he nearly fell out of his chair.
"Nobody stole your fake money."
"It's the principle!"
Production:
"Jaafar, it's Monopoly."
"And?"
Production:
"It's fake."
"So are your ratings."
— —
CONFESSIONAL
Jaafar:
"I don't have anger issues."
"I'm just passionate, just like my uncle."
— — —
Michael and Jermaine had moved over to dominoes.
Marlon:
"Oh, they're cheating already."
Michael:
"I'm not cheating."
Jermaine:
"Neither am I."
Janet:
"Those two smile when they cheat."
Everybody nodded.
Jermajesty stared.
"I knew Uncle Michael was cheating because of the smile."
Michael froze.
"What smile?"
"The smile."
"What smile?"
"The smile you do when you're guilty."
"I don't have a smile."
"You literally smiled while saying that."
— —
CONFESSIONAL
Michael:
"I didn't cheat."
Production:
"We have footage."
Michael:
"No, you don't."
Production:
"Michael."
Michael:
"Delete it."
Production:
"We're not deleting it."
"Traitor."
Janet had somehow won again.
Randy:
"I've never seen her lose."
Marlon:
"I don't think she can."
Production:
"Does she cheat?"
Everybody immediately became serious.
"No."
"No."
"Absolutely not."
"We wanna live."
Janet just smiled.
"What are y'all whispering about?"
Everybody:
"Nothing."
— —
Later in the evening, Uno started.
And that's when everything went downhill.
Jaafar hit Jermajesty with a Draw Four.
Jermajesty stood up.
"THAT'S PERSONAL."
"It's Uno."
"You've crossed a line."
Michael had somehow accumulated seventeen cards.
Jermaine had four.
Janet had one.
And then Michael smiled.
Everybody froze.
"No."
"No."
"No."
"Don't do it."
Michael:
"What?"
"The smile."
Production:
"Michael…"
He slowly placed down a Draw Four.
Janet screamed.
"MICHAEL!"
Production realized nobody had noticed the camera they'd left in the kitchen.
And that would become the funniest moment of the entire episode.
— — — —
Nobody knew production had left one of the cameras running in the kitchen.
Nobody.
Which was exactly how production liked it.
The game night had calmed down.
People were wandering around.
Some were getting drinks.
Others were arguing about whether Michael cheated or not.
Jermajesty was leaning against the counter, eating leftover chips.
You sat beside him.
Production's hidden camera recorded everything.
Jermajesty looked around.
"Okay."
He lowered his voice.
"Don't tell anybody."
You immediately started laughing.
"That sentence has never ended well."
"No, seriously."
He pointed.
"Auntie Janet told me not to tell anybody."
You covered your face.
"Oh, Lord."
"But…"
He smiled.
And then whispered the absolute juiciest piece of gossip you'd heard all year. (What do you think it was)
You nearly choked.
"WHAT?!"
"I KNOW!"
"Jer!"
"I know!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
Jermajesty laughed.
"I wasn't supposed to tell anybody."
"THEN WHY DID YOU?!"
"Because I love mess."
"You ARE mess!"
"I know."
You started laughing.
"You're terrible."
"And you married me."
"I ask myself why every day."
"You love me."
"Unfortunately."
Both of you burst out laughing.
Then…
Jermajesty froze.
His smile disappeared.
He pointed.
You turned around.
Silence.
The camera.
Still recording.
Long.
Painful.
Silence.
Jermajesty:
"Oh, shit."
You:
"Oh, shit."
Jermajesty:
"OH, SHIT."
— —
CONFESSIONAL
Production:
"So, Jermajesty…"
"No."
"We haven't even asked the question."
"No."
"Did Auntie Janet really…"
"No."
"You know we have footage, right?"
"No."
"Jer…"
"I DON'T RECALL."
Production:
"Your memory disappeared?"
"Exactly."
"Convenient."
"Thank you, God bless you."
— —
CONFESSIONAL
You:
"Whatever y'all think he told me…"
"You probably don't know."
"And no, I'm not telling y'all either."
"Because unlike somebody…"
You stared directly into the camera.
"I can keep my mouth shut."
— —
CONFESSIONAL
Jermajesty:
"Okay, but technically…"
"Nobody specified HOW long I was supposed to keep the secret."
Production:
"Janet said don't tell anybody."
"And I didn't."
"You did."
"I told my wife."
"That's different."
Production:
"No, it isn't."
"It is in my heart."
— —
Janet suddenly stopped and looked around suspiciously.
"I don't know why…"
"But I feel like somebody's been running their mouth."
Around midnight, the house finally began to quiet down.
The Monopoly board was still sitting on the table.
Dominoes everywhere.
Empty chip bags.
Random cups.
Bodies everywhere.
Marlon was asleep on the couch.
Randy somehow ended up asleep on the floor.
Jermaine had fallen asleep sitting up.
Mama Katherine was peacefully asleep in her chair.
Janet had an entire blanket for herself.
Michael had somehow stolen half of it.
And nobody had the energy to fight him.
Everybody had ended up tangled together.
Paris was asleep against Janet.
Bigi was asleep with a book still on his chest.
Prince's son was sprawled across Michael.
Michael was snoring.
Still holding the remote.
Jermajesty was asleep on your shoulder.
His hand still holding yours.
Jaafar had somehow ended up asleep upside down.
Production:
"...How?"
Nobody knew.
Not even Jaafar.
Michael suddenly opened one eye.
Still half asleep.
"Did we win?"
Production:
"Win what?"
Michael:
"I don't know."
And immediately fell back asleep.
— —
CONFESSIONAL
Production:
"So, Jermajesty…"
Jermajesty was already asleep in the confessional chair.
Production:
"...Never mind."
— —
CONFESSIONAL
Jaafar:
"Family game night was great."
"I'm still mad about Uno."
— —
CONFESSIONAL
Janet:
"Michael cheated."
Production:
"At what?"
"Everything."
Production:
"Everything?"
"Everything."
"And I know Jermajesty opened his mouth."
"That boy cannot keep secrets."
— — —
CONFESSIONAL
“So what did you think ?”
"Honestly…"
"I wouldn't trade this for anything."
"They drive me crazy."
"They embarrass me."
"They stress me out."
You smiled.
"But I love them."
"They all love each other too."
— — AFTER THE EPISODE AIRED — —
@ moonwalkermj95
jermajesty exposing Janet's secret and then panicking when he realized the cameras caught it absolutely took me OUT
@ user28173
why was Jafaar upside down 😭😭
@ janetsvelvetrope
janet is such a baddie
@ free_tito
I forgot what I was gonna say anyway @ michaeljackson I'm hungry
@ michaeljackson
What the fuck you want me to do ??
@ michaeljacksonismyman
i need episode 2 IMMEDIATELY
@ dangerouslover
renew this for 50 seasons right now
@ rememberthetime_
episode 2 when???
@ applehead4life
this family is genuinely ridiculous and i love them
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Could you write a fic where dad mike and his brothers all get a call saying all the cousins have skipped school or got a detention and so they prank them or something like playing a J5 song at school talent show or some shit 😂😂😂😂
Embarrassing
Michael x daughter! reader
All Jackson brothers mentioned.
Summary: You, your siblings and your cousins got in trouble and in detention because all of you skipped third period class and the Jackson brothers had a way to embarrass y'all.
The school office at Buckley was quiet, save for the low hum of the copy machine. The Jackson cousins sat in a line of plastic chairs, trying to look anywhere but at each other.
Prince and Paris sat shoulders squared, while Bigi kept his hood pulled low. Beside them, Taj, Taryll, and TJ looked mortified to be grouped in with the younger kids. Jermajesty and Jaafar were whispering in the corner, Genevieve was tapping her foot impatiently, and Randy was trying to suppress a grin. You sat right in the middle, staring at your sneakers and bracing for impact.
"We are so dead," Jermajesty muttered. "My dad is going to ground me until college." "Worry about your dad?" Taj hissed back under his breath. "Uncle Michael is flying back from Vegas today. If he finds out we all ditched third period to go to the diner, he’s going to give us the Lecture."
The heavy wooden door of the principal’s office swung open. The secretary, Ms. Gable, looked over her glasses with a look of pure exhaustion. "Well, kids your parents are here all of them." A collective groan echoed through the hallway.
The front entrance of the school open. Jackie and Marlon came in first, shaking their heads. Tito and Randy followed, looking stern, with Jermaine adjusting his jacket. Bringing up the rear was Michael, wearing his signature black fedora, sunglasses, and a red military jacket. "Michael, please, let me handle the talking," Jackie muttered, adjusting his collar. "They skipped class, Jackie! All of them!" Jermaine sighed, running a hand over his hair. "Jermajesty, Jaafar, Genevieve, in a pack!"
Michael didn't say anything at first. He walked right up to the row of chairs, lowered his sunglasses, and looked down at his four children with disappointment. "Hi, Daddy," Paris said with a innocent smile.
"Don't 'Hi Daddy' me love," Michael said, his voice soft but firm. He looked over at you, his eyes softening a fraction but maintaining his strict dad expression. "And you, my sweet girl, I get a phone call at the studio saying you're cutting class? What on earth were you thinking, sweetheart?"
"It was a group decision, Dad," Prince spoke up protectively. "We just wanted to grab lunch together."
"You have a cafeteria, Big Boy," Michael countered, placing his hands on his hips. He looked down at Bigi. "Blanket, put that hood down, please. Let me see your face." Bigi sighed and pulled the hood back.
Tito stepped up, glaring at his trio. "You three are supposed to be the oldest. You’re supposed to be setting an example for the little ones! Instead, you're leading the rebellion?"
"We didn't lead it, Dad!" Taryll protested. "Ran had the keys!" "Hey! Don't snitch!" yelled, earning a sharp look from his own father. "Quiet, Randy Boy," Randy said warning his son. "You're grounded until further notice."
Jermaine shook his head at his kids. "Jermajesty, Jaafar, and Genevieve I am deeply disappointed no phones, no music, no nothing."
The principal stepped out of his office, looking incredibly starstruck but trying to maintain his authority. "Messrs Jacksons, thank you for coming so quickly. Normally, this warrants a full Saturday detention for the whole group. However, since the annual Buckley School Talent Show is literally starting in fifteen minutes in the auditorium, and attendance is mandatory for the student body, I am willing to let them serve their detention helping clean up after the event they must go to the auditorium now."
Michael's eyes lit up. The disappointed dad expression vanished, replaced by a mischievous smirk. He looked over at Jackie, then at Marlon, and a slow grin spread across his face.
"Oh, they'll go to the auditorium," Michael said, his voice suddenly full of amusement. "In fact, Mr. Principal is it too late to add a last minute act to the bill? A little educational performance for the kids?"
Jackie smirked. Marlon let out a loud chuckle. "Oh, Mike you're terrible."
"What are you doing?" you whispered, a cold dread pooling in your stomach. "Daddy, what are you doing?"
"Just going to make sure you kids learn your lesson, my lovely," Michael winked, completely turning around his mood. "Go ahead to the auditorium take your seats right in the front row."
Ten minutes later, the entire student body was packed into the auditorium. You and your cousins were in the center of the front row. Every eye in the school was on the Jackson clan.
"This is a setup," Paris whispered, gripping your hand. "I know that look he had that look when he balloon bombed the living room last Christmas." "If he does the moonwalk on stage, I am changing my last name," Bigi mumbled, sinking into his seat.
The curtains parted, and the principal stepped up to the microphone. "Students and teachers, to open this year's talent show, we have a very special, unannounced guest act. Please give a warm Buckley welcome to The Jackson 5!" The auditorium erupted into deafening screams. Students stood up on their chairs.
The stage lights flashed bright blue and gold. There, standing in perfect formation, were your dad and your uncles. Tito had a guitar strapped to his chest. Jermaine held a bass. Jackie, Marlon, and Michael stood at the front mics.
Marlon hit a spin, completely in sync with Jackie. Michael grabbed the microphone stand, tilted his fedora, and pointed directly at the front row, specifically at you, Prince, Paris, and Bigi.
"Uh-huh, let me tell ya now!" Michael sang, his voice flawless, filling the entire room. He busted into the classic J5 choreography, his feet moving like lightning. The crowd went absolutely wild. Teenagers were dancing in the aisles, in the front row, the Jackson cousins were embarrassment asnd aumusment.
Jermaine leaned into his microphone, singing the harmonies while locking eyes with Jermajesty Genevie Jaafar, winking smoothly. Tito winked at Taj, Taryll, and TJ, who were burying their faces in their hands, though Taj was starting to laugh.
Michael danced his way to the very edge of the stage, right above where you were sitting. He dropped into a low crouch, looking right at you and Paris, singing directly to you both with a dramatic, teasing pout, "Oh baby, give me one more chance! (To show you that I love you!) Won't you please let me, back in your heart!"
He reached down and gently booped you on the nose right on the beat of the drum, causing the students behind you to squeal in jealousy. You couldn't help it the sheer absurdity of your international superstar dad performing a reunion show just to embarrass you for skipping math class broke your resolve, you burst out laughing.
As the song reached its grand, spinning finale, the brothers nailed the iconic final pose. The applause was thunderous, shaking the walls of the auditorium.
Michael took the microphone off the stand, breathless and smiling his brilliant, blinding smile. He waved to the crowd. "Thank you! Thank you, Buckley! Remember to stay in school and study hard." He paused, leaning over the edge of the stage, looking dead at the front row. "Never ever skip third period. Love you, lovelys!" He blew a kiss directly to you and your siblings before the curtains swept shut.
"Well," Prince said, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye as the house lights came up. "That was definitely better than a lecture." "Yeah," you laughed, shaking your head as your cousins started to stand up. "But we are still totally scrubbing those cafeteria floors later."
"Alright, kids, up you get," Marlon’s voice boomed from the side aisle. The brothers had already jogged off the stage and were walking down the steps into the audience, completely ignoring the sea of students trying to get their attention.
Marlon had his sleeves rolled up, a mischievous smirk on his face. Jackie walked up behind Prince and Paris, tossing a brand new pack of yellow rubber gloves into Prince's lap. "Let's go, Big Boy. Time to pay the rent for that diner lunch."
Michael stepped up last, handing his fedora and sunglasses to a security guard before walking over to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug and kissing the top of your head."Did we embarrass you too much, my sweet angel?" he cooed, his voice soft and teasing."Daddy, you reunited the Jackson 5 in a high school auditorium because we wanted burgers," you sighed, though you hugged his waist tightly.
"Yes, you embarrassed us completely." "Good," Michael chuckled, his eyes crinkling. "That means it worked. Now come on, let’s go see what kind of mess you all have to clean up."The principal led the massive group down to the school's lower level, opening the doors to the main cafeteria.
It was a disaster of stacked chairs, stray napkins, and sticky floors from the morning rush."Alright, we have a system," Jermaine announced, clapping his hands together and looking at Jermajesty, Jaafar, and Genevieve. "No cell phones allowed during detention. Hand them over." A chorus of whines echoed through the cafeteria as a basket was passed around.
Randy reluctantly dropped his phone in, muttering, "This is cruel and unusual punishment, Dad." "What's cruel is making me drive all the way from the studio because you decided geometry wasn't important, Ran Boy," Randy shot back, leaning against a table with his arms crossed. "Less talking, more wiping."
The uncles pulled up a row of plastic chairs near the exit doors, setting up camp like camp counselors supervising a campground. Tito pulled a small acoustic guitar out of nowhere likely borrowed from the music room and started softly strumming old blues chords."Hey, keep the rhythm going, Tito," Marlon laughed, grabbing a broom and tossing it to Taryll. "Gives them a beat to sweep to! Chop chop, boys!"
You were assigned to table wiping duty alongside Paris and Bigi. Michael pulled up a chair right at the end of your row of tables, watching you work with a giant, entertained grin. Every time you wiped a spot on the table, he would lean over and inspect it."You missed a spot right there love," he teased, pointing a sequined gloved finger at a perfectly clean patch of wood."Daddy, stop, I did not!" you laughed, trying to swipe the rag near his hand to scare him off. He laughed resting his chin in his hands.
You looked over to see Bigi lazily pushing a mop back and forth in a three-inch circle, his eyes half closed. "Blanket, you've been mopping the same tile for five minutes," you called out.
Bigi didn't even look up. "If I move too fast, Uncle Marlon will give me a heavier broom. I am pacing myself." "Smart kid," TJ muttered from across the room, where he and Taryll were lifting heavy trash bags into a rolling bin.As the hour ticked by, the initial dread of detention melted into a chaotic, loud family gathering.
