Iโm Fallinโ, Iโm Fallinโ เฑจเง
Pairing: michaeljackson x fem!reader
Summary: michaelโs always had a thing for you. but recently somethingโs shifted, you donโt notice it, but he canโt escape it.
Warnings: none, just fluff :)
Youโd always heard that fame changed a person. Made them more egotistical, more careless, more mean. That didnโt apply to Michael though. Before the success of his album, Off the Wall, he was a sweet, kindhearted boy. He still was all that, maybe even more so.
He didnโt show it in the grandest of gestures, he liked to show it in small, consistent ways. By remembering the amount of butter you liked on your popcorn, to showing up at your door after you had a particularly rough day. He was a giver, a pleaser, by nature, and he was never one to brag about that. On top of it all, he never asked for things, he was considerate for the sake of being considerate, not for any underlying benefits.
While fame didnโt make him meaner in any sense of the word, it did make him more mature, more confident. He sat up straighter, he spoke more clearly, he knew the things he wanted and knew how to get them.
What he didnโt know though? Was why his feelings for you were suddenly changing, and whether you felt it too or not.
You two had been friends for years, since you were both children. It wasnโt some major wave of friendship, it was more of a slow, calm unraveling. You laughed at the same jokes, shared the same interests, and had the same unrelenting ambition. You became best friends quickly, and rarely went more than a few days without seeing each other.
As his life changed, you adapted to it. The interviews, the long studio sessions, all of it- you were there. And he appreciated it endlessly. He never went a day without telling you how much your loyalty and kindness meant to him.
โI canโt thank you enough for showing up.โ
โYou being here means the world to me.โ
โI donโt deserve your heart.โ
But what he didnโt understand was that you loved being in his life as much as he did. You adored Michael. He was the best friend you could ask for.
It was a warmer day in September, and Michael had taken you shopping to get out of the house. He finally had a day off after weeks of working and wanted to spend it all with you. You, of course, said yes happily.
He was holding a couple shopping bags of yours as you strolled through the empty mall, save for a few employees in each store. He wanted to go out and do something with you, but knew the swarm of fans and paparazzi would make the day hell if he didnโt rent out the place for the day. You didnโt mind, it had always been like this with Michael, and you were just glad to be spending time with him, while also getting new clothes.
You had initially insisted on paying for your own items, but that argument didnโt last very long.
โI make my own money! Thereโs absolutely no reason for me not to pay for my things!โ
โI can think of a reason.โ
So, you begrudgingly allowed Michael to pay for each of your transactions while you stood behind him like a sugarbaby.
โOoo! A shoe store! Iโve been meaning to look into some new heels, do you think they have good ones?โ You pointed to the store in front of you two in excitement.
โI canโt imagine they donโt. Letโs go look.โ Michael replied, already walking into the store.
It didnโt take you long to find a pair of crispy black stilettos in your size.
โBeautiful..โ You murmured, already slipping off your small kitten heels to try them. You put both feet in before turning to look at them in the mirror. They fit perfectly, and werenโt squeezing your feet like some heels do. You took a few steps before spinning and walking back again. โDo you like them Michael?โ You looked towards him for approval, he wasnโt a girl but you couldnโt deny he always had a knack for style and fashion.
โGet them.โ He nodded, he usually had more to say. Maybe he was bored of shopping, maybe he didnโt even like the heels to begin with. You frowned before slipping them off.
โReally? You think so?โ You pried slightly, trying to force some emotion out of him.
โYou like them, get them.โ He responded dryly. Your frown deepened. You couldnโt recall what had happened to stunt this mood drop, but you werenโt going to let it affect you. You hummed in agreement before putting the heels into the box and walking up towards the counter. This time, you made sure to pay before Michael could even get his wallet out. He gave you a disappointed face but you simply smiled at him before turning towards the exit.
โI think Iโve done all the shopping I need to do. Do you want to go anywhere else?โ You asked.
โIโm good.โ His response was short and clipped yet again. You wanted to know why he was acting so off but didnโt want to bring it up in the middle of a mall, even if it was empty.
โI guess.. letโs go then. Back to yours?โ You didnโt want to intrude on his life by inviting yourself over, but you also didnโt want to end the day so early when you knew you were both free.
โFine.โ He answered before turning and walking towards the mall doors.
You were both perched on his couch, letting your eyes flicker between the windows and the television playing a mindless Disney film. Something you had seen dozens on times with Michael. He was sitting only a couple feet from you, eyes locked on the screen as his jaw ticked.
The tension had only risen since the mall, and you weren't sure how to break the ice without overstepping.
"Michael?" You asked quietly. His hand that was pinching his slacks froze and he turned his head towards you. You pierced your lips in order to hold back a short gasp at his expression. He looked tense. His eyebrows were dropped low, his jaw was clenched tight, and his whole body was stiff.
You had never seen this before.
"Michael.. you're worrying me. Please just tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help." Your voice was weaker than before and his expression faltered just slightly at the sadness in it.
"Nothing's wrong." His reply was clipped, like the rest of them had been that day. He went to turn back towards the television when you sat up on your knees and shuffled over to him. You placed a hand on his jaw, a movement bold yet not unfamiliar, turning his head to face you again. This time his eyes drooped more, his scowl morphing into a frown. You frowned subconsciously, mirroring his expression.
"Michael.." You pressed slightly, pleading with your eyes for him to open up. "I would never judge you, you know that. I'm your best friend." At your last words, he finally broke, his head going slack and falling onto your shoulder while he let out a dramatic groan. You picked your hand up and placed it on the back on his head comfortingly. "There you go, it's okay, just tell me what's wrong."
"I can't" He muttered into your shoulder.
"It's you." He whispered. You scrunched up your face in both confusion and fake offense.
"Michael I already told you, I won't judge you!" You chuckle at his dramatics. He wraps his arms around you to hug you, squeezing your waist tightly.
"No.. it''s you." He held onto you tighter as his own words left his mouth, keeping his face covered by your shoulder.
Your face dropped as his words registered. It wasn't that he was nervous to tell you, he was nervous because you were the issue to begin with. Despite his hold, you pulled yourself back from him, using your hand in his hair to lift his head up to yours. He didn't loosen up at all, still clutching you while staring into your eyes. He looked emotional. You weren't even sure what emotion it was, but you could tell he was drowning in it.
"It's me? What did I do?" You question. He looks pained by this entire conversation, but now, so do you. He opens his mouth to talk, then closes it. He looks your body up and down before tilting his head up to the ceiling and groaning again. You go to pull back even more but his head snaps back down and he tightens his hold once again.
"You didn't do anything. It's me. I'm frustrated by my own feelings." He finally says.
"What feelings?" You question.
"My feelings towards you."
"Do you not like me anymore?" You frown.
"No! Gosh, no! I like you, I like you so much." He pauses before speaking again. "I like you... more than a friend would."
Your eyes widen at his confession and he quickly scans your face to try and read you. Out of fear, he adjusts his hands on your waist before pulling you on top of him, locking his arms behind your back and trapping you. He looks up at you with tears forming in his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Don't be mad. Don't leave me girl. I'm sorry. Forget I said it." He speaks quickly, his eyes never leaving yours.
You quickly shake your head in disbelief, snapping yourself out of the daze you were locked into.
"Michael. Michael. Calm down, stop." You mutter, pressing both of your hands on his jaw and holding him still. "Just breathe, it's okay."
His eyes are full of emotion. Sadness, regret, pain, but behind all of it is the undeniable yearning as he looks up at you.
"I... I tried to ignore it." He starts, he ducks his head down in embarassment but you tilt it back up and give him a look that says stop hiding. "I tried.. but.. I couldn't help it. It's everything about you, your smile, your clothes, your scent. Then today, at the mall, when you were walking towards me in those heels, it was just all too much. You're too much." His words got bolder and he spoke, his eyes scanning your face to gauge your reaction.
Your eyes were still wide, but after a few moments a small smirk crept up onto your face. Before you could stop yourself, you were leaning down into his shoulder and giggling. His body froze under you in confusion.
"Wha-what's so funny?" He asked, attempting to drag your face out of his shoulder despite the warm feeling he got from you being so close.
"I'm sorry Michael, I'm not making fun of you. It's just- you have a crush!" You giggled some more as you squeezed his cheeks together. "I can't believe this was all over just a crush! You are so dramatic Michael, you could've just told me." Your words got sweeter as you leaned down closer to him.
Now it was his turn to look baffled. His eyes were wide and still searching your face, though this time for any sign of a joke.
"Well... I guess I could've. I didn't want to scare you off. You're the most important person in my life, I can't lose you." He muttered, eyebrows furrowing as his cheeks began to heat up.
"Scare me off? Are you crazy Michael? Sometimes you forget who you are, how could I not feel the same?" You rolled your eyes at the insanity of the whole conversation. How could a man like Michael Jackson ever be scared to admit his feelings to a girl like you?
"Feel the same? You feel the same?" He was bewildered, his grip on you loosened for a second, as if he was waiting for something to hit.
"You're adorable, sweet, funny, and you are always there for me. You're any girls dream man, Michael." You smiled at Michael and his eyes lit up with pure joy. Suddenly his hands were back on your waist as he pulled you into him, squeezing you tightly.
"Thank you, thank you, you're so amazing." He chanted in your ear, rocking your bodies side to side as you giggled.
"You're crazy Michael." You laughed, but he didn't even register your teasing, his eyes and hands moving all around your face and body like it was personally handed to him by God. His face was full of adoration and happiness. He couldn't even stop himself from leaning up and capturing your lips in a kiss. You melted into him right away, sighing in relief, as if your body had been expecting this. His hands held onto you even tighter, if possible, and you had a feeling it would be a while before you could peel him off of you.
a/n: my first fic!! ahh!! this took an embarassing amount of time to write which is probably obvious through my writing. plz plz plz give me any tips or advice on fic writing, i want to get better!!
titsay
discoholicmusic