I have an idea! The first girl to make Tito nervous. Tito is a smooth guy, his voice is so deep, and he’s charming as hell but when it comes to reader he freezes up. She’s the music producer’s assistant so Tito has to see her often. He can never get his words together so the brothers team up and set them up on a date. The siblings write notes for them on each other’s behalf, they meet up at a restaurant and then they end the night off slow dancing. The brothers are easedropping and Tito catch’s them. When he spins reader and dips her, he throws something in the brothers direction to shoo them away lol!!!! They end the date exchanging numbers, and kissing. When she pulls off, the brothers reappear all cheering and hitting each other, completely hyping him up
SHIIIII THIS A FIC ITSELF IM GRATEFUL YOU WANTED TO GIVE ME THIS WRITING IDEA AND I WILL DELIVER IT IN FULL WHENEVER I HAVE FREE TIME TO WRITE (i am currently on family vacation 👅)
Hi! Hope you're doing well! So I made a request about a couple weeks back and I've seen you write the ones for Marlon and Jackie, but not Tito. Maybe you've posted it and I just haven't seen it. But I hope I'm not overstepping anything
YOUR SO GOOD I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THAT FIC I PROMISE
Synopsis: You and Michael only started dating 3 weeks ago, and it couldn't have been any better. Since you're still in the honeymoon phase, you've yet to let him see you in anything less than what you deemed 'done up.' But after a long day of rehearsals, Michael simply can't wait to see you until your date and decides to make an early surprise visit to your apartment.
Content/Warnings: Established relationship, Thriller era, Michael is obsessed with you, semi self conscious reader, fluff, handsy!Michael
W.C. 1.6k
Based off this request
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Michael collapsed into the back of his black Cadillac, still wiping away the sweat from his brow. He let out a loud sigh, mind immediately traveling to your sweet smile. You had been a shining light in his life since he asked you out on a date a month ago, and especially since he asked you to be his official girlfriend.
Since then, the two of you had gone on regular dates, all of which had been full of smiles and sweet laughs. He found his mind constantly occupied by your shining face, each hour he was away only making him more and more eager to see you again.
After a particularly rough rehearsal, Michael found himself longing to see you more than ever. It had only been 2 days since he was last face to face with you, and only 17 and half hours since he's heard your sweet voice through the phone. And still, he just had to see you before your scheduled date.
"Bill, straight to my lady's place." He smiled eagerly, ready to see the happy look on your face when he turned up at your door almost 7 hours early.
"She know you're comin, Joker?" Bill glanced at him from the rearview mirror.
"Nope!" He smiled brightly.
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Loud music blasted through your apartment, the speakers that Michael had bought you already being put to use. Michael's newest album, Thriller, spun on your turntable, his sweet voice following you all through the small living space.
You had decided to allow yourself a nice spa day before your dinner with Michael. You had been lounging all day, doing absolutely nothing but planning your outfit, how you would style your hair, and which lip combo you wanted to go with.
You had just taken the longest most relaxing bath known to man, bubbled practically overflowing from the edge of the tub, scented candles burning carefully, your hair wrapped up in the softest turkish cotton towel. It was pure bliss.
It took every ounce of your will power to pull yourself from the warm water. Once you found the strength, you carefully stepped out of the bath, wrapping a towel around your torso as you stepped up to the mirror.
You hummed quietly as you applied some ridiculously expensive mask to your face. You wanted to look absolutely perfect for your date with Michael, which meant looking absolutely ridiculous beforehand.
You were currently dancing around your apartment haphazardly, a deep green face mask covering your face, hair pinned up in a protective style, a large t-shirt with your boyfriend's face covering your body. You wore an old stained pair of sweat shorts under the large shirt. You laid out your dress and heels, laying them carefully across the edge of your bed. You sang wildly as you moved to the kitchen, fixing yourself a warm cup of tea.
"I WANT TO LOVE YOU, PTY! PRETTY YOUNG THANG!" You sang loud and obnoxiously, not caring if your neighbors would voice another complaint.
Michael smiled to himself as he stood outside your door, ready to see the happy look on your face. He gently knocked on the door, bouncing on his feet as he heard you approach the door. You skipped over to the door, completely unsuspecting. The absolute last person you expected to be on the other side of the door was Michael. Yet, as the door swung open you were met with his bright eyes, a large smile plastered on his face.
You blinked, eyebrows shooting up in horror. "Michael!?"
He nodded, "Surprise!!"
You let out a small yelp as you looked down at your attire, slamming the door in his face. "You- you're not supposed to be here!!" You yelled through the door.
Michael's laugh was muddled by the thick wood of the door, "I know, baby, I just wanted to surprise you. Why don't you open up the door?"
"No thank you-" You squeeked out.
"Why?" He tried the doorknob. You held it shut.
"Cause I don't look right!" You frowned.
"That's impossible, now open up. I've been dyin to see your pretty face all day." He pushed at the door carefully.
You leaned against it, not giving in. "That's the thing! My face aint pretty, I've got on a mask and nothin under it."
He smiled, heart melting. "You're pretty no matter what, baby. I don't care what you look like, you're just as gorgeous as ever. Now please let me in, I wanna hold you."
His sweet words slowly coaxed you to open the door. You hid behind it, but allowed him into your space. "You shoulda called me, Mikey. I would've gotten much more presentable for you."
Michael gently grabbed your hand, pulling you into his line of sight. "Nah, you don't have to do all that for me. I'm just glad I'm gettin blessed with your presence. Plus you look real cute like this." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. "And I really like this shirt you're wearin." He teased.
You looked away, your face heating up. "Yeah, the guy on it's pretty cute."
He smiled, "And whoever you're listenin to can really sing."
That managed a laugh from your lips, "Oh yeah, I heard he's the best performer of our time."
"That so?" He rubbed small circles against your hip.
You hummed nodding slightly.
"Well I'm sure he's got the best girl there is to offer."
You playfully rolled your eyes, "You're such a flirt." You patted his chest as you pulled yourself from his grip, heading into the kitchen.
He followed after you like a puppy, eyes scanning your bare legs. "I cant help myself, you make it so easy."
You turned and raised a brow, "You callin me easy?"
He blinked, eyes wide, "No! No of course not! I'm only tryin to say that you- well I just- I think you look nice and."
You laughed, quickly pecking his cheek. "Just teasin, Mikey."
He smiled bashfully. "Y'know... I was lookin forward to our dinner reservations, but I wouldn't be opposed to joinin in on whatever it is you're doin." He gestured to your face mask.
You laughed, "You want me to put a face mask on you?"
"Oh is that what they're called?" He played dumb. Of course he knew what they were, his makeup team had always had a habit of giving him one after particularly long shoot days when he was filming Thriller. But he knew if he played the fool, you were more likely to get all up in his space to help apply it, and he just couldn't resist the urge.
You laughed, "Yes Michael, that's what they're called. And they're super soothing, but are you sure you want to cancel our dinner plans?"
"If that's okay with you. It was a pretty hard day at rehearsal, and as much as a dinner sounds nice, I think just lounging around with my girl sounds even better. Especially with you lookin all cute in a t-shirt with my face all over it."
You smiled, shoulders relaxing as his arms found their place around your waist again. "Alright, come on lover boy." You tugged him to your bathroom, making him sit on the ledge of your tub. You grabbed the small container of your face mask and the applicator. Michael watched as you stood above him, leaning down to carefully grab his face.
He gently reached up, hands grabbing your hips and guiding you onto his lap. You settled yourself on either side of him, biting back a smile. You held his chin in your hand, tilting it up slightly. You gently brushed the mask onto his face, fully focused on making it as nice as possible.
Michael watched with heart eyes as you bit your lip every so slightly in full concentration. He smiled brightly, gripping your hips tightly in his hands. The whole thing was so domestic, it made Michael's heart swell with pride.
Once you were done you leaned back and admired your work, humming approval and pecking his lips gently. “All done, just gotta let it sit for an hour.”
He nodded, helping you stand back up. “Where’s that camera I got you?”
“Hmm, on my vanity, why?” You looked over at him from the sink.
“Cause I wanna take a picture before you wash yours off! Save the memory!” He smiled and disappeared into your room, returning seconds later with the camera.
He pulled you close, carefully directing the lens towards the both of you. You smiled, your head tilted towards his as his arm wrapped around your waist tightly. The flash went off, a large polaroid shooting out the top of the camera.
He shook the picture as you washed off your mask, patting your face dry with a clean towel. He kept his gaze on your face, admiring your natural beauty.
You glanced at him through the mirror, “You’re starin, Mikey.”
He smiled and nodded, “Sure am.”
You smile to yourself, pulling him out of the bathroom and into your living room. The rest of the night consisted of movies, ice cream, teasing, and a whole lot of kissing.
As he left the apartment that night, he stared down at the sweet photo in his hands. When Bill picked him up, he leaned over the center console, showing Bill the picture with pride before carefully placing it in his wallet. He made sure to remind himself to pay you more surprise visits.
₊ ˚ ⌗ Thrad Michael Jackson x fem!reader // smth short and sweet .ᐟ
SUMMARY :: With a new found love for animals and a much to quiet apartment when Michael is gone he got 'chu a temporary companion for those lonely weeks.ᐟ.ᐟ
You've known of Michael's love for animals for years now. Even before you started dating and was just a fan like anyone else, he wasn't much shy about sharing his appreciation and love for them during interviews or in casual conversations.
But you didn't think that love would rub off on you! I mean you would stay on the catalog featuring animal fun facts or celebrities with animals far longer than you would normally reading the weekly magazine. Or when you don't have work and could visit Hayvenhurst you'll sit an extra hour-long petting Michael's exotic pets.
And of course he took notice, grinning in the middle of his drink of orange juice at the kitchen island of your apartment. Forgetting about his notebook for a second when he sees you coo over the Pomeranian and bulldogs that were showed off during a dog how. "Baby it's the TV, they can't really hear you, you ain't gotta scream."
"Hush Michael— oh that is so not a fair score! my girl did that!" You bounced off the couch, audibly disagreeing with the judges like it was a basketball game and not dogs competing with each other for a trophy and a large sum of dog treats.
Or the times where you'll spend your early mornings walking through the park. Watching dogs run around or even ask to pet them—much to Michael's horror. "Oh, don't ask that lady, dove! She got one of 'em crusty white dog."
Adding to his pile of evidence he was rubbing off on you, you'll whine over the phone when Michael was off on tour about how dull and quiet your apartment felt without a his presence. "I know, but this is really out of m'hands sweet girl! Look i-i'll call you back tonight!" And it really was out of his hands. Michael was already treading a thin rope when he refused to break up with you so,him taking any break from the booth longer than a weekend at best would have been the anvil to snap that thin rope of Joe's tolerance.
So as a good boyfriend like Mike was, he gotten you a pet fill that empty space. Something small and known to be an energetic bundle that can light your life just like he did.
"A puppy all f'me Mikey?!" you giggled as the small dachshund kissed at your cheek, "what I look like gettin' that f'me, dove?" You gave him a pointed look, "Yeah a fool." You marched off the couch to your room, puppy in arm unaware of the trouble her newfound father was in.
"I'm kidding! you know that girl!" Michael chased after you, tripping over a chew toy the puppy came with.
Guess who's back in the writing game! Idk why I keep disappearing but atleast I come back with a new fanfic y'know 🫰🏾
The Jacksons x fem!reader (implied to be pregnant)
SUMMARY: Different scenarios I thought of Jackson's putting your soon to be baby's crib together.
DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction is about a real people in a fictional scenario. This is purely a creative work and is not meant to offend, or make anyone uncomfortable.
Somehow manages to build it correctly with a ton of screws left that he's re-reading the instruction just to end up taking it all down again.
Jackie, Marlon
Falls asleep in the half-made nursery room because he refuses to face you for help to build the crib.
Jackie, Tito, Michael, Marlon
Knows he isn't naturally gifted with putting these things together so, he hires people to build it for him while he enjoys cooing at your belly and rubbing your swollen feet.
Michael, Jermaine, Marlon
THOUGHT he clicked on "pre-made" when you bought the crib online, spoiler; he didn't. So, he's sitting on the floor with pieces of the crib in his hands with a face of pure disdain while you're holding your belly, laughing in the doorway of the soon to be nursery.
Marlon, Jackie, Jermaine
Drags his brother's into building it with him. They don't build it, instead they bicker and complain about each other the whole time their supposed to be making your crib.
synopsis: you’re a friend of the family practicing braids on Michael head for hair school, and he being a little baby about it.
wc: 302
era: jackson 5
╰┈➤ a/n: sum really short
“Could you be still?” You said to Michael as your legs squeezed his head in place. Michael was sitting between your legs, while you messed around in his head.
You were trying to do a simple six cornrow braid, but he kept moving.. “You’re so tender headed.” You hissed.
“Or maybe.. you’re heavy handed.” Michael hissed back, sounding like a bad little kid.
You gripped one braid at the start of his head, he let out a dramatic ‘ow.’ You just laughed. “Stop talking back then.” At the end of the day, this is how you and Michael act with each other. Like cats and dogs.
“Michael just be still, maine.” Tito said as he walked out onto the porch towards the two of you. Michael sat on the concrete porch while you sat on a wooden seat. That had been another one of his complaints, though it died down after you grabbed a pillow for his poor little behind.
“You know.. “Michael started, wincing as you began another braid. “Why didn’t you do anybody else's hair?”
“Jackie had to be somewhere today..and Jerma— actually I don’t have to explain myself to you!” You grabbed some gel and smoothed it between the parts before starting another braid.
The cooling sensation felt nice again Michael’s scalp, even if the tugging that came with it didn’t..
You finished the last braid, and smiled proudly.
“Perfect! I’m basically ready for hair school.”
Randy the youngest, and arguably the baddest looked over.
“Michael.. you look bald headed..” He said chuckling, Tito hit him in the back of the head.
“If you’re proud can you take it down now?” He asked softly, you let out a dramatic sigh.
“Fine! Fine!” Before he could celebrate, you grabbed his head right back between your legs and started unbraiding.
︎DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction is about real person/people in a fictional scenario. This is a purely creative work and is not meant to offend, or make anyone uncomfortable.
TW: this is all over the place, FLUFF
TAPE 1:
Silent whirring of the camara coming to life then flinching to meet the furrow gaze of Marlon before he flipped it forward. "Oh! it's on—quick Randy do it!" Coming through the speakers built into the camera, picking up the annoyed sigh of a fourteen-year-old Randy. "This is ridiculous, I'm not-" "Do it before I stuff you in the basketball hoop Ran'!" You threaten from your sit on the spinning stools in the kitchen.
"Aight, aight! Tape one of the Jackson Family's Videos plus the prissy boss girlfriend: (Name)." Randy snapped the clapperboard before sprinting off the couch followed by your own figure dashing across the camera after him.
The video then cut to Randy being stuck in the basketball hoop with his legs over the rim from the screen door leading backyard. "Baby how did you get him in there?" Marlon questioned from behind the camera, "don't worry 'bout it unless you want to go in there too Mar." "Yes ma'am..."
TAPE 2:
From across the pool the camera was zoomed in on your figure that was laid on one of the lounge chairs glistening in a bikini. "Maine you ain't slick!" Marlon yelled from a distance behind the camera, flip flops hitting the ground as he got closer to the culprit that was Jermaine.
"Recording my lady..." "I wasn't! She just happened to be in the best angle where I was recording a rainbow!" Jermaine protesting as the camera panned to him as he slowly backed deeper into the pool to avoid Marlon. "Maine... it's been 95 degrees all day, ain't been no damn rain!" Marlon factored, jumping into the pool to drown his brother—to which the camera caught.
TAPE 3:
The camera was propped up on the vase of flowers in the dimly lit kitchen as Marlon stepped back with slow steps to ensure it doesn't fall. You're standing in front of the oven, watching the brownies rise before a yawn made you squint. Snapping out of your drowsiness when Marlon attached himself to your back, chin resting on your shoulder to watch the brownies as well. Giggling from the lack of sleep and antics of your boyfriend, "Mar, y'know you are too tall for allat." "Please, ya' worried Ima blow my back out or somethin"?"
"Can you blame me? as you are the dancingest Jackson I wouldn't be surprised if you pulled something" you turned to face him, watching the growing smile on his face as he placed his hands on your hips. Making you both sway a little. "Oh, you got jokes huh?" He leaned closer to your face, eyes lidding. "Mhm" you hummed leaning your head closer while wrapping your arms around his neck to rub circles to the nape of his fro.
Breaking apart as the blinding lights of the kitchen came on along with male laughing. Seeing the rest of the Jackson brothers at the opening of the kitchen pointing and laughing at the sappy scene as Michael giggled behind his own camera. "Marlon you're so tall!" Randy mocked in a high-pitched voice far from yours while pretending to make out with someone with his back turned.
This made the other laugh louder which only made Marlon shake his head with the camera in hand. Only smirking when you grab the slide you were wearing and threw it at his back. "Well at least he has someone to kiss, all y'all got are some pillows!" You shooed them off, turning to face the camera and say something before Tito came back. "We're still getting a piece, right?" The camera panned to you for a response, and with defeated jump of your shoulders and an eye roll—
synopsis: thinking about the first time michael invited you for a one on one interview, which landed you in the most magical place on earth.
content: amusement park, quiet yearning, interview theme, just something fluffy & sweet for mikey as i played him on repeat today.
thriller may have been your big break but disneyland was where you left your mark on journalism. by now, michael had sat across from hundreds of reporters. some wanted the headline. others wanted the controversy. many wanted whatever michael jackson planned to do next.
you however, seemed more interested in understanding why. and he liked that.
he liked that you never treated his childlike wonder as something he needed to outgrow. that you never laughed at the parts of himself the world seemed determined to misunderstand. most of all, he liked that you always met him where he was. and it was that very quality that earned you yet another invitation very few journalists received.
a private day at disneyland with michael jackson himself.
the interview looked nothing like traditional journalism. there were no studio lights, no polished stage, or no rehearsed introductions. instead viewers followed the both of you through disneyland, microphones in hand, as laughter interrupted half the questions before they could
one moment aboard the mark twain riverboat, the next wandering through new orleans square, before finding yourselves drifting beneath the colorful facades of its a new world. this wasn’t an interview confined to a chair. it was one that moved and breathed just like michael did.
“what ride makes you feel like a kid every time?”
michael’s smile came instantly, “all of ‘em.”
“every single one?” you giggled, keeping the microphone steady between you. “i surprisingly don’t find that hard to believe.”
“see,” and that toothy grin of his would only widen. “when your having fun, your not thinking about your age.”
somewhere between fantasyland and frontierland, the interview came to an unexpected pause. not because either of you had run out of questions, but because michael had.
he’d wandered off towards an a shop window, admiring the tiny moving displays and hidden details that most guest hurried right on past. pointing out the little mechanical figures tucked into scenery like he’d discovered them for the first time.
you didn’t rush the moment though, you just promoted the camera crew forward. meeting him exactly where he was with a smile.
“when did you realize imagination was just as important as talent?”
“i think imagination comes first.” his eyes only lingered longer on the display, his voice impossibly soft as he spoke. “everything starts with imagination.”
later while drifting through its a small world, your gaze followed families floating alongside yours. children waving. parents smiling. adults laughing just as loud as the youngins they accompanied beside them.
“y’know..” brushing away a coil that slipped free, “i never thought i’d find myself enjoying disney without a child of my own.”
that confession alone warmed michael’s chest, earning a careful squeeze of your hand as the two of you continued to float easily along the stream.
“why should kids have all the fun?”
and somehow, that became one of the most quoted moments of the entire interview.
by the time the two of you reached queue for big thunder mountain railroad, the conversation had become as effortless as breathing.
“do you think creativity can be taught?”
“hmm,” tucking his hands in his pants, like he’d be carefully considering his next words. “i think it can be encouraged.”
“but creativity’s already there, children prove that everyday.”
somewhere between pirates of the carribean and the haunts mansion, the interview had come to a pause again. only this time there was a small crowd beginning to gather. children peeled shyly behind their parents. families waved from across the many walkways. and without hesitation michael excused himself, kneeling to meet each child at eye level as if they were the only person in the park. signing an autographs, waving goodbye like he’d known each individual child for years.
quietly documenting the moment from the sideline, capturing the gentle humble moments no headline ever seemed interest in.
once the two of you boarded space mountain, the interview had long since stopped feeling like one. especially whenever the rides became just a bit more adventurous. michael particularly enjoyed how your confidence lasted right up until the very first drop. your hand instinctively finding his arm, fingers curling around his sleeve, then into his arm.
holding on just a second longer than necessary before pretending nothing had happened once your feet touched solid ground again. but he’d never call attention to it, only smiled to himself as the two of you continued to explore the park side by side.
“when your creating music…” steadying your breathing with a laugh, “do you hear or feel it first?”
“feel it,” the answer reveals itself with no hesitation, “always.”
he massaged a hand into his chest, “if i can’t feel it here,”
“i don’t think anyone else will either.”
the final question arrived between the evening glow of sleeping beauty’s castle. golden light spilling across the stone walls as guests gathered for the parade, music carrying through the air. and for the first time all afternoon neither of you hurried to fill the silence
“…what inspires a man who inspires everyone else?”
michael watch the floats pass by, all of them laughing, smiling, and simply existing together.
then he’s soft gaze finally found yours, a soft smile tugging his lips.
“life.”
the answer was simple. honest.
“people.”
another quiet confession. his eyes darting around the crowd.
“stories.”
the finished interview would go on to become one of the most celebrated pieces of your career. not because you uncovered a secret. you didn’t unveil the biggest scandal. and this time, you hadn’t secured a exclusive.but because for the first time in a very long time, audiences weren’t introduced to michael jackson the phenomenon.
they were introduced to michael.
and somewhere between riverboats, rollercoasters, laughter, and conversations about imagination. the rest of the world finally understood what you’d known from the very moment you stepped onto the set of thriller.
that there was always a person behind the headline.
junkies note: as a black woman who plans to become a journalist i believe it’s very important that we remember that our entertainers and public figures are people just like us. michael was one of many who’s suffered at the hands of media harassment, invasive scrutiny, and sensationalized reporting before it was ever seen as wrong. which has led to many of our brightest stars to withdraw and lose trust in the very industry meant to tell their stories.
so as a future journalist, a writer, and admirer of such great work. this story is my imaging of the kind of interview i would have loved to give our sweet boy during his time with us. a interview filled with kindness, curiosity, and understanding of treating one like a being first. how’d you celebrate mj today? hope you all enjoyed! 💋
︎DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction is about real people in a fictional scenario. This is a purely creative work and is not meant to offend, or make anyone uncomfortable.
TW: FLUFF, femblack reader was in mind (anyone can still read), I'm sorry if this is sucky 😭
Jackie Jackson
Unfortunately, he was the one who started your obsession with jewelry. Each anniversary, birthday, holiday, and every milestone you've made in your personal career is rewarded with a set of jewelry. Jackie regrets spoiling you like this sometimes, but the way you get that gleam in your eyes and the high-pitched squeals only meant for him gets so addicting that he can't help himself!
So, when you took charge of buying yourself jewelry whenever you two hit the malls, he made sure the bank knew not to alert him on any suspiciously large sums of money being spent because he started this and now, he's facing consequences.
Tito Jackson
The only one out of the five who keeps you on your toes when it comes to buying you jewelry. Not to say he hates buying it, or spoiling you with it, but perse so you don't assume it as much when it comes it his gifts. But if you speak more about jewelry, he's quick to catch on and get you the best from any brand that he knows you favor.
Goes the extra mile to turn a spare room in his house into a walk in jewelry closet meant for you alone. (Has matching guitar picks in your favorite colors.)
Jermaine Jackson
Uses your likeness for jewelry as an apology when he does something wrong. Doesn't work in his favor though, still ends up getting silent treatment. Being the extra Jackson that Jermaine is he buys you jewelry from other countries only. Quote, "You're too good for that local stuff baby."
Still somehow out bling's you with his jewelry during events you go to together.
Michael Jackson
Every time Michael goes out with or without you he somehow always ends up in the jewelry parlor. He doesn't even remember the words, "I'll just take a look—to see if they have matching sets for my Angel!" coming out of his mouth, but Bill does. And that man has invested into more light shoes knowing he'll be the one holding the ridiculous amount boxes of jewelry.
It's even worse when Michael is stuck touring across the world. Apart from you that the only way he can keep himself from jumping in his jet back home halfway through the tour is buying you jewelry in your favorite colors. Even opting to leave his own stuff in the country/state so TSA allows him to bring the overwhelming amount of jewelry back to home.
Marlon Jackson
finds any excuse to buy you jewelry. Like he believes in those anniversary seconds to drop another box set of karat gold/silver in your lap. "Mar, what is this for?" "Oh, don't tell me you forgot our anniversary when I first laid eyes on you, baby?"
Marlon loves to match gold or silver necklaces, watches, or rings with you. He's silently pleased because it's like having a claim over each other without having to say it. "You're cheesing Marlon." "I can't be proud at the way the sun reflects on our love?"
I feel a little rush,
I think I’ve got a little crush on you
ꜱʜʏ!ᴛʜʀɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ
1984 ɢʀᴀᴍᴍʏꜱ — mikey gets shy when photographers ask him & singer!reader for a picture together
written with black reader in mind, but anyone can read ! reader wins grammy(s) teasing kiss( on cheek ) pet name fem!reader no proofread
you walked out, cameras blinding you. grammys in hand with your family behind you.
you stopped turning so photographers could take photos. “to your left, ____” just as you look you saw micheal a couple steps away from you
you’d spoken to him, once, only a simple exchange of greetings. he seemed very shy, so you didnt pushed anything out of him, knowing how that pressure felt
“michael! ____! please take a photo together”
you saw him look around, his eyes meeting yours. seeing his brothers push him towards you, you walked towards him
“hi” you spoke softly with a small smile on your face. you heard him whisper back, posing with you. almost awkwardly
“its okay, i dont bite. loosen up a bit” you turned your head to look at him, really look at him for the first time.
wow. he was beautiful.
the cameras still flashing, “can i take your shades off?” you saw his eyes widen under the darkness, but he nodded his head. you had won less grammys so it was easier for you to take them off. his face was flushed
you smiled at him, he had such pretty eyes. you awkwardly stuffed his shades in his pocket before turning back to the flashes. smiling until it was your to leave.
but, before you parted ways, you grabbed his chin in your free hand, kissing his cheek, leaving a glittery pink kiss mark on his face
“bye, pretty boy” you whispered before walking away. looking back one last time to see his brothers surrounding him, grins on their face while he stood there, face flushed
“my brother!”
“get you one, brother!”
“aww, little mikey got himself a girlfriend !”
you smiled to yourself, getting in the car. praying you’ll get to see him again and really get to know him.
ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ! — ᴜᴜʀꜱᴛʀᴜʟʏ
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guys! Im so sorry for leaving, I know everytime I say I’m back, I leave again. I just get really bad writers block and feel so stressed…but thank you for all of the support, it’s deeply appreciated!!! also sorry this is very short
june 25th, 2009, our angel was taken from us. michael’s life was selfishly ripped from him. michael was a hardworking, selfless, kind, and compassionate soul. he healed the world, in so many ways—always thinking of new ways to advocate for world peace. he was known by so many people, not only as a superstar, but also the empathetic, and gentle person he was. 17 years feels too long. 17 years without his smile and his gratitude. this day is a day of honor, and a day of respect. michael, you are so loved and will continue to be loved for generations moving forward. i hope you are in the happiest place, angel. we love you.
if you still accepting requests, do you mind making something with Michael and how he buys reader jewelry? Saw an excerpt from that rat man B, where Michael said if he had a woman in his life, he would definitely buy her jewelry, like he buys for his mom and Elizabeth Taylor? Anyways I'm yapping too much, love you!!
Would you mind if I made this a headcanon thing with all of the Jackson 5 brothers 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
