alyssa

⊹ ࣪ ˖ alyssa 16 s/her mexican. american blondie ⤷ ゛library ˎˊ-

in big, large crowds michaels anxiety would pick up. sure, he should have been used to it. it was his job. but the man couldn’t help it. that’s why he loved having you around. you were his ground, his medium. if you weren’t there his security made sure to at least have something that reminded him of you to ground him. yet nothing eased him more than you, physically being there.

one thing he loved to do was check your pulse. even just pressing his two fingers, lightly against your wrist. or pressing his kisses down a bit hard at the pulse point at your neck. those little things helped him more than you realized. when nights got crazy with his dad, all he wanted to hear was the steady thump of your heartbeat. it calmed him. some nights you would wake up at 2 in the morning to hear him crying over the phone, begging for you to put the phone speaker against your chest. and you did, and it helped him.

one night whilst he thought you were sleeping he confessed. exposing how most night he couldn’t sleep without you. explaining how your heart beat was like a nursery rhyme for him. making him fall asleep instantly. telling you how much he loved to hear it, how it consoled him. you almost cried on the spot hearing how seen you were. michael still doesn’t know that you were awake that entire time.

in all honesty you hadn’t picked up on that small habit until the late night phone calls. you didn’t mind, it was cute. you loved the fact that your man had to feel your steady heart beat just to make sure you were there. other times, it hurt you. thinking about him having this feeling that your not real, too good for him.

but, michael would be michael. continuing to keep the habit. making your neck, your left upper chest, and your wrist to be his favorite kiss points. also asking if he could sample your heartbeat for an upcoming song in his bad album.

© 𝖻𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗒𝗍

its my birthday !!

pairings : mature!michael jackson x younger!reader

summary : michael believes he is too old for you so an angsty argument unfolds confessing his feelings library

one, two

you shook your head again, grabbing your keys next to you and walking out of your house locking the door behind you.

"fuck it-" you whispered walking down to the parking garage to get into your car and drive to michaels house.

the drive wasn't long, only about 15 minutes. to you, it was a very long 15 minutes. when you pulled into the driveway of neverland ranch, you sighed. thinking about turning around and pretending this never happened. or maybe you could kill your self- no! what !? you weren't gonna do that over a man. the thoughts were getting meticulous. so instead of turning around, you aggressively put the gate code in and sped up his long driveway. michael had given you the code a few months after you two met. he had trusted you with his life mainly because he was in love with you.

michael had been laying in bed, staring at the ceiling contemplating all his life decisions when he heard a loud screeching tire nearby. he jumped up, knowing there wasn't a freeway, or busy street nearby that could make that noise. only his driveway. he looked out his master bedroom window to see a white lexus speeding up his driveway. your white lexus. his blood ran cold. he wasn't ready to see you yet. not at all. he felt horrible. he didn't know if he felt that way because he loved you, or because of the way he treated you a few days back. he rushed to his walk in closet to put on the nearest robe. he hadn't been out the bedroom since that day. just sulking in his room. declining his maids offers to breakfast, or any food options. his hair was in a loose ponytail. a few hair strands out from tossing and turning at night. he hated that you had to see him like this. not put together like he always was. one thing about michael was that he was always put together. never missing a day were he was dressed up. your loud knocks startled him out of his thoughts.

"michael open this door!" you yelled loudly, making sure he heard you. he walked down the stairs, taking quick steps to the door cracking it open.

"(name)? wha- what are you doin' here?" he was taken aback. you looked. you looked good. I mean your makeup was smudged off, your hair was a mess just like his, and your outfit was basically the same from the night you two fought. and yet you still look beautiful. breathtaking. you shifted at his wandering gaze.

"mike- michael-" you huffed, correcting yourself to not use the nickname you gave michael. not even noticing the frown you caused from the correction. pushing him aside walking into his house. "we need to talk."

currently, the both of you were sitting in the same spot you were that night. the night where michael pushed you so far away it hurt him. the night where you confessed punt up feelings that got rejected in the harshest way. you hadn't even realized it. but the comfort of his welcoming home, the comfort of his presence had calmed you down. once you were so angry at him, now you were just at peace really. as silly as it sounds, that's what michael jackson does to you. his calm aura was like a blanket.

he sat in front of you handing you warm tea, earning him a soft 'thank you’. the silence the two of you had formed had been nail biting. neither of you knowing how to start of conversation, or even address it. "so.." michael spoke softly. breaking the streak for the loud silence in the room. you were honestly tired of going back and forth. you just needed to tell him straight out how you truly felt. even if he felt the same way, or not. your lips pressed into a thin line before speaking up. "y'know what- im tired of trying to think of what t'say." your glass cup of tea was put to the side. and now you were stood up, pacing around his living room.

"michael, im so madly in love with you. I get it- i get you don't have the same feelings for me. just-just let me please finish explaining how i feel for you." michael looked down at his floor. avoiding any type of eye contact with you. how could you even think that he didn't love you. didn't he make it obvious? everyone knew, he thought. all while he was thinking about the second sentence you said. you kept on going. going into detail on how you felt when you first met him. explaining all his weird habits and behaviors you picked up on. every time janet told you to just tell him how you felt. and then, all of the times you were so close to kissing him. that's what made him stand up abruptly. causing you to pause mid sentence to stare into his eyes.

"you've wanted t'kiss me?" he stated. making the intimate question sound so simple. you nodded, looking away from his eyes. ashamed. you knew he didn't feel the same way. why would you tell him that? in all honesty you were scared you had made him feel uncomfortable from just that sentence alone.

"mike- m'sorry" your eyebrows knotted up, looking to the floor. all the sudden you had become soft. like a puppy. he then walked towards you, putting his hands in your shoulders. "no-(name) don't apologize. you didn't do anything." his arms snaked down to your waist, pulling you into a hug. okay-now you were confused. how did he go from telling you a few days ago he didn't like you. and that he was tired of the "games" to pulling you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. comforting you from your own feelings. now he was playing games with you. the fluffy interaction, the hug you had been longing from him for days. had been stopped by your own fault.

“michael, I don’t understand- what game is this your playing with me- first you say I’m the one playing games and that I don’t truly love you- to saying all of these wonderful praises I had been waiting for you t’say!”

jeez, you almost cringed at yourself. look at you doing all the talking. he wanted zero of nothing to do with you. how could you sit there and try like a loser. those were your thoughts

michaels thoughts were almost opposite. he missed your voice. he could have you sit on the couch and talk for hours. loving the way your voice was silky smooth to him. these few days had given him the opportunity to see how much he truly loved you. and missed you. the loved everything you did for him, including the overwhelming love you carried.

michael sighed, shaking his head. he walked inches closer to you, grabbing your shoulders. he slightly shook them making you look at him.

“dove, im sorry it look so long for me to say this. i- i love you. ive loved you since ive met you honestly. I have just been to much of a prick to confess it to you. only making me shove those deep feeling in the back of my mind. now that I know that you love me just as much as I do to you. I’m proud to confess it and tell you that I love you (name) (lastname)”

you finally locked eyes with his. the confession was messy, and confrontational. but it was you. his eyes were almost teary. yours were already stingy slightly. you smiled, your eyebrows furrowing. then the two of you smashed eachother lips together. you moaned out of sheer desperation. you had been wanting this forever. glad you finally had what was yours.

pairings : mature!michael jackson x f!reader

syn : he is insecure of his cute glasses library ;)

michael had never thought in his years of living that he would ever need glasses. that was until he fell down the stairs, missing a step from his blurry vision. you practically yelled at him to go to the optometrist and get a pair of glasses. and that’s what he did. one of michaels security took him to the car, and drove him there. leaving you sitting in the couch. hands running over your face. frustrated at a hard headed michael.

meanwhile, michael was contemplating even giving in to go to the optometrist. I mean, yea. he did need the glasses. but it was embarrassing. he had been avoiding this issue for a few weeks. now it had just caught up to him. he hated the fact that he had a pretty girl next to him. and he would be wearing glasses. looking dumb, and old. his overthinking was put to the side at the feeling of the car stopping.

“okay mr. jackson let’s go.” one of his security mumbled. helping him out of the car, and into the building.

michael walked out of his appointment feeling humiliated. not because someone in there said something. but because in his hands he had a chunky pair of glasses. he knew for a fact that when he walked into your shared home. you would surely be ashamed of him, disgusted by him. those thoughts ran through his mind the entire drive back home. god what was he gonna tell you.

you heard the car pull up in the driveway. immediately going on your feet. you wanted to know what happened at the appointment, and if any serious treatment was needed. the door opened, and you were met with a sad, puppy dog michael. his eyes were avoiding yours, his lips slightly downturned, and his forehead slightly moist. sweating out of nervousness.

“love? what happened?” your voiced was laced with worries. confused why your own husband won’t look you in the eyes. a million thoughts formed in your head.

“mikey, did someone in there say- or do something to you?”

his head finally lifted to meet your eyes. they were not the usual bright and happy ones you were so used to seeing. now they were hollow, and filled with insecurity. confused, you stepped closer to him. putting a hand one his cheek.

“talk to me angel”

your voice was smooth. leaving no room for argument. that’s when everything fell out. all the thoughts he had been feeling about these stupid glasses. the idea of him wearing them and looking a complete fool next to you. you were taken aback. how could he say these things. you hadn’t even seen the pair of glasses and you knew he would pull them off effortlessly. you’ve had enough hearing him talk down on himself.

“michael- stop, honey stop. let’s get one thing straight, I would never- and I mean never. stop loving you over a stupid pair of glasses. nothing could come between what I feel for you and I need you to know that. second, in all honesty I haven’t even seen the pair of glasses and I just know you can pull them off so effortlessly. give them a try mikey”

your words left his cheeks red. his head hanging low. and soft giggles leaving his mouth.

“gosh (name) you truly are my hype woman”

you smiled, taking the box of glasses out of his hands. you gently took opened the box, taking the out of the box. and handing it to michael.

“can I see em’ on?”

he nodded. accepting the glasses. leaning his head towards the ground, so you wouldn’t see them on immediately. that’s when you grabbed his chin, guiding his head to be alined with yours. your eyes widened. you almost melted on the spot. the sliver framed hugged his temples perfectly. the prescription on the glasses was pretty high you assumed. considering the fact it made his bambi eyes even bigger. he looks so cute hot in them. there were no other words to put it. michael on the other hand, shifted under your gaze. his eyes roaming around the house. he was honestly so confused by your reaction.

“baby- do ya’ like em’?” he questioned, smiling.

“do i like them? angel- i love them! you look so hot baby oh my goodness.”

michael mouth formed an “O” shape. smiling. out of all the reactions he was prepared for you to have. this was the least expected one. especially calling him hot? I mean hot wasn’t one of the thought he had for himself trying them on. but that’ll work for him. suddenly he stumbled backwards by you slamming your lips together. leading into a somewhat steamy makeout sesh.

a/n : not proofread :)))

maybe people have made a compilation of clips of her and the family. could be with aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings, etc.

write whatever! it’s all up to you.

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