The Controversially Young Girlfriend

“Baby no…”

Can we please take a second and remember all the amazing things that have happened lately that we've barely even had time to celebrate because everyone has been so busy arguing?

The biopic became the biggest music biopic in history. The second movie is already underway. We've gotten new pictures, new clips, World Cup appearances, new fanfics, edits, and so many talented people creating things because they love Michael and his legacy. There is genuinely so much to be excited about.

And honestly, this month of all months should be about peace.

We know what June means. We know what the 25th means. A lot of us are emotional already. I know I am. Every day that date gets closer, I find myself thinking about him more and more, and I've cried more than once this month. So I can't even imagine what this month feels like for the people who actually loved him personally and have spent the last sixteen years living with that loss.

Whether it's his children, his siblings, his nephews, his nieces, or anyone else in the family, this is probably one of the hardest times of the year for them. The last thing they deserve is, more fighting, and more negativity.

And honestly, I think some of us need to remember why we're here in the first place.

We're here because we love Michael. We're here because we love the music, the memories, the stories, the family, and the joy they've brought us. We're here because this legacy means something to us.

So let's celebrate the accomplishments. Let's write fanfiction. Let's make edits. Let's stream the music. Let's talk about our favorite performances. Let's laugh, cry, reminisce, and enjoy being fans.

Because life is too short, and this month especially should be about love, remembrance, and peace.

And if nothing else, I hope the Jackson family gets a little bit of that peace too. 🤍

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A collection of stories from Michael’s and Y/N’s 20+ year relationship. Not in chronological order. I have them listed under his eras.

I’ve always thought how different his life might have been, if he had the right woman by his side.

Please indulge me and I’m also open to any suggestions!

Off the wall era

First meeting

Puppy love

The wedding

Thriller era

Thriller

Michael vs Prince

First anniversary

Bad era

The way you make me feel

I just can’t stop loving you

The little mermaid

P.Y.T

Dangerous era

Remember the time

Just like a tattoo

In the closet

Island escape

HIStory era

Partition

Baby be mine

Wanna be starting something

The announcement

Y/N’s interview after baby prince

Invincible era

30th anniversary special

You rock my world

The interview

This is it era

Deciding to do This Is It

The way you make me feel, this is it.

Post Michael 😭

The blessing

The blessing part 2

Extra fluff

The rings

Summary: It’s 1991 and Y/N and Michael host Elizabeth Taylor’s wedding at Neverland Ranch.

Authors note: this might be one of my favourites and she’s a big read… enjoy. P.s I thought Michael looked so beautiful in the wedding photos. It always stuck with me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Santa Barbara, 1991

The phone rang just after breakfast.

Michael glanced at the number and immediately smiled. "Elizabeth." he said in a singsong tone.

Across the kitchen island, Y/N looked up from her coffee. ”Uh oh."

He laughed and answered,"Hello, beautiful."

On the other end, Elizabeth Taylor sighed dramatically, “Darling, I need a favor."

Michael leaned against the counter, "You know I'd do anything for you."

"I know."

The pause was suspicious.

"That's why I'm calling."

Y/N was already grinning.

Michael narrowed his eyes.

"Elizabeth..."

"I want a wedding."

"You are having a wedding."

"A proper wedding."

"Still having one."

"A magnificent wedding."

Michael looked toward Y/N, "Oh no."

~~~~~~~~~

An hour later they were sitting together listening to Elizabeth explain her vision.

Gardens, flowers, white roses, string quartets, crystal chandeliers hanging from trees and enough candles to be seen from space.

"I want romance, I want magic" Elizabeth declared.

Michael glanced out the window toward the sprawling grounds of Neverland.

Then he looked back at Y/N.

A slow smile appeared.

"Oh."

Elizabeth immediately caught it.

"Oh?"

"You could have it here."

Silence.

Then an absolutely delighted gasp.

"Darling."

"Neverland."

"Darling!"

Michael laughed. "The gardens are perfect."

"They are!"

"The lake."

"Yes!"

"The train."

"YES!"

By now Elizabeth was practically shrieking.

Then Michael paused, "Need to ask my wife first."

Elizabeth groaned, "Oh for heaven's sake."

Michael covered the receiver.

"Baby?"

Y/N looked horrified, "Michael, it's Elizabeth."

"And?"

"You could ask me if she wants my kidney and I'd probably say yes."

Elizabeth's cackle echoed through the phone. "I HEARD THAT."

"Good."

~~~~~~~~~

Three months later Neverland looked like a fairytale.

Construction crews were everywhere, florists occupied half the estate and the guest list was approaching terrifying levels.

And Michael was causing problems.

Again.

Y/N walked into his dressing room carrying a garment bag.

Michael stood in front of a mirror.

The outfit was magnificent.

Black silk, silver embroidery and structured shoulders.

A tailored jacket inspired by Renaissance nobility, he looked like he'd stepped out of a painting from the 1400s.

Y/N stopped, "Okay."

Michael smirked,"Okay?"

"You look ridiculous."

His smile vanished.

She continued,"The good kind."

The smile returned immediately, “Thank you, girl"

Then she noticed something, a very specific something.

Her eyes narrowed, "Michael Joseph."

He froze,"Yes?"

"Is that a sword?"

"What?"

"A sword."

His expression became entirely too innocent, "What sword?"

"Michael."

"What sword?"

The telephone rang, both of them looked at it and then at each other.

Michael answered, "Hello?"

Elizabeth didn't even say hello,"No swords you little shit."

Michael looked offended, "I didn't even say anything."

"I know you and your designer told me."

"I'm won’t carry a sword."

"Liar."

"I'm not."

Y/N snorted.

Elizabeth continued, "Michael Jackson, if you turn my wedding into the Crusades I swear to God—"

"I wasn't—"

"NO SWORDS."

Click.

She hung up.

Michael stared at the receiver.

"Well that's rude."

Y/N was laughing too hard to answer.

~~~~~~~~~

A few hours later Michael was searching the room.

Frowning.

Eventually he went to find Y/N, "Where is it?"

She looked up from her magazine, "Where is what?"

"My sword."

"What sword?"

"My wedding sword."

"You don't have a wedding sword."

"I do."

"You shouldn't."

"I do."

"You don't."

Michael pointed accusingly, "You hid it."

She smiled sweetly, “I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

The sword was currently locked inside a storage room three buildings away.

Michael would not find it until two weeks after the wedding.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later that evening they sat together reviewing the final wedding plans.

One item remained unresolved.

Photographers.

Michael looked thoughtful, "Elizabeth wants to sell the ceremony photographs."

Y/N nodded,"Okay."

"All proceeds go to her AIDS foundation."

That immediately softened her expression.

Elizabeth had worked tirelessly for years supporting AIDS charities and research.

Y/N admired her enormously for it, "Then absolutely."

Michael squeezed her hand, "I thought you'd say yes."

"But."

Michael laughed, "There it is."

She pointed at the paperwork, “Wedding ceremony only."

"Only?"

"Only."

"No reception?"

"No."

"No dinner?"

"No."

"No dancing?"

"No."

"No guests having fun?"

She laughed.

"Michael."

His eyes sparkled,"I'm listening."

"The vows, the ceremony, the official wedding photographs and that's it."

He nodded.

"That’s fair, baby"

"Elizabeth deserves her fundraiser, but everyone else deserves privacy."

Michael smiled,"That's exactly what I told them."

Her eyebrows lifted,"You already agreed with me before asking?"

"I've been married to you long enough.”

She rolled her eyes.

Then he leaned over and kissed her, softly and tenderly, the way he always did when nobody else was watching.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving her like I do"

Y/N's expression softened.

Elizabeth wasn't just his friend, she was family and family mattered.

"Of course I do."

Michael smiled.

Then glanced toward the dressing room.

Toward the hidden sword, toward dreams already forming.

"I still think a sword would've looked nice."

"Michael."

"Just a little sword."

"Michael."

"A ceremonial sword."

"MICHAEL."

"...Elizabeth put you up to this."

~~~~~~~~~~~~
Neverland Ranch glittered like a dream.

Every pathway had been lined in white roses and candles tucked into glass lanterns that flickered gold against the dusk. Strings of tiny crystal lights hung through the trees like fallen stars, and beyond the gardens the Ferris wheel glowed softly against the darkening California hills. Music drifted through the cool evening air, violins, piano, laughter, champagne glasses chiming together.

And in the middle of it all stood Michael, looking almost painfully beautiful.

Y/N had seen him in thousands of forms over the years; Exhausted after rehearsals, barefaced and sleepy at three in the morning curled against her chest while thunderstorms rattled the windows at Hayvenhurst. Glorious under stadium lights.

But this version of him always ruined her a little.

The jacket came together perfectly and his silver boots gleamed beneath him, sharp and dramatic against the white stone path. His curls brushed softly against his cheeks, and tonight his makeup had been kept minimal, just enough around his eyes to sharpen their shape without hiding how warm and boyish he looked.

Happy looked good on Michael.

He stood beneath an enormous archway of flowers speaking quietly with Elizabeth, listening to her with complete adoration written across his face. He looked proud to be hosting this for her. Proud in the purest way. Like a child who had managed to make something magical for someone he loved.

And every few seconds, his eyes searched for Y/N.

Every single time, he found her.

Across the garden beside the fountain, Y/N lifted her champagne glass slightly toward him.

Michael smiled instantly.

God.

That smile still hit her directly in the chest after ten years.

She wore silver tonight too, a liquid silk gown that clung softly to her body and shimmered under the lights every time she moved. Tiny crystals had been stitched into the fabric so she looked almost illuminated beneath the sky. Her hair spilled over one shoulder in soft curls, diamonds at her ears and wrists catching the sunlight. Her wedding rings on full display.

When Michael had first seen her coming down the staircase earlier that afternoon, he had genuinely felt his heart stop.

“Baby…” he’d breathed.

And then quieter, “You look like starlight and magic.”

Now, standing beneath the wedding flowers with guests swirling around them, he kept glancing at her like he still couldn’t quite believe she was real and his.

Someone near Y/N murmured softly, “They really are disgustingly in love, aren’t they?”

Another voice laughed. “I don’t think they know anybody else is here.”

Honestly, they didn’t.

Not really.

~~~~~~~~~~

The ceremony began just as sunset melted into twilight.

Guests settled into their seats while Michael moved beside the floral arch to stand with Elizabeth, elegant and attentive and glowing with emotion.

Y/N watched him carefully from the front row, unable to stop smiling every time he reached up nervously to adjust one of the silver cuffs on his jacket.

He always got emotional at weddings now.

Especially after theirs.

And she could tell exactly when his thoughts drifted there.

It happened during the vows.

Michael’s expression softened suddenly, his eyes losing focus for just a second before drifting toward Y/N again.

She knew that look.

He was remembering.

The tiny chapel in the middle of nowhere.

Her trembling hands in his.

Michael crying before she even reached the altar, his voice cracking when he’d promised forever.

The way he’d held onto her afterward like he was terrified somebody would wake him up from it.

Even now, after a decade of marriage, he still sometimes looked at her with that same stunned disbelief.

Like she had chosen him yesterday.

When the ceremony ended and applause rose around the gardens, Michael immediately crossed through the crowd toward her.

Straight toward her.

Always.

“There you are” he said softly as soon as he reached her, sliding a hand around her waist.

Y/N laughed. “I’ve been sitting in the same chair for thirty minutes.”

“I know.” He leaned close enough for his nose to brush hers. “I kept lookin’ at you.”

“You were supposed to be paying attention.”

“I was multitasking.”

She grinned. “Terribly.”

Michael’s eyes dropped over her face again, warm and impossibly affectionate.

“You’re so pretty tonight” he murmured.

“You’ve told me twenty times.”

“I’m gonna tell you a hundred.”

He kissed her despite the crowd around them.

Guests noticed, of course they did.

There was always something startling about seeing Michael Jackson the biggest star in the world, melt entirely for one woman. No performance. No mystery. Just softness.

He held her hand constantly, looked for her constantly and smiled differently when she entered a room.

It humanized him in a way people rarely got to witness.

~~~~~~~~~~~

At the reception, the atmosphere shifted into something lush and glittering. Music swelled across the marquee while guests danced beneath chandeliers and strings of white roses hanging from the ceiling beams.

Michael stayed attached to Y/N almost the entire evening.

One arm around her waist.

Fingers tangled with hers.

Whispering jokes into her ear until she laughed hard enough to hide her face against his shoulder.

At one point, Elizabeth walked past their table and smirked knowingly.

“You two are positively revolting.”

Michael looked delighted. “Thank you, Liz”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes affectionately. “Ten years and still acting like newlyweds.”

“That’s because I actually like my first husband” Y/N replied cheekily sipping champagne.

Elizabeth threw her head back in laughter as she walked away. “Gosh you are a cheeky thing.”

Michael looked ridiculously pleased until he proceeded the first part. “First husband?!” he gasped pulling Y/N closer to him, horrified. “Only husband!” He shrilled while kissing Y/N all over her face as she giggled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The reception was in full swing when Elizabeth rose from her seat and tapped her champagne glass.

Conversations quieted, music softened and guests gradually turned toward the bride.

Michael, standing beside Y/N near the edge of the dance floor, smiled immediately.

Uh oh.

That smile usually meant Elizabeth was about to cause trouble.

"My darling guests" Elizabeth announced, earning a cheer from the room. "Before this evening continues, there are two people I'd like to thank."

Y/N immediately shook her head,"No."

Elizabeth pointed at her.

"Oh yes."

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

"Y/N, darling. Come here please."

The applause grew as Y/N reluctantly made her way toward the bride.

Michael watched her go, smiling to himself.

The way he always did.

Like he couldn't quite believe she was real.

Elizabeth took Y/N's hand and squeezed it.

"This woman helped make today possible."

"Oh stop, Elizabeth!"

"No."

More laughter.

"She has spent months helping me organize this wedding. She has listened to me discuss flowers for entirely too many hours."

"I'll admit the flowers got a little excessive."

"A little?" Michael called from across the room.

The guests laughed.

Elizabeth ignored him.

"And because she won't tell you herself, I'll tell you. She is one of the kindest people I've ever known."

The room applauded warmly.

Y/N looked embarrassed.

Michael looked impossibly proud.

Then Elizabeth turned.

"Michael."

The crowd erupted.

Cheers. Whistles. Applause.

Michael immediately pointed at himself.

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"I didn't do anything."

"You gave me Neverland."

The room applauded again as Michael finally joined them on the dance floor.

Elizabeth took one of Y/N's hands and one of Michael's and placed them together.

A collective "aww" swept through the reception.

Then Elizabeth's expression softened, genuinely softened.

The playful bride disappeared for a moment and was replaced by the woman who loved them both dearly.

"You know, I've been fortunate enough to witness some extraordinary love stories."

She looked between them,"But this one has always been my favorite."

Michael immediately looked down and Y/N immediately squeezed his hand.

Elizabeth smiled.

"Most of you know these two are together."

Nods spread throughout the room.

That wasn't exactly a secret.

"However..." she continued.

The room grew quiet.

"Most of you don't know they've been married for ten years."

The silence lasted all of two seconds.

Then the room exploded.

"What?!"

"No way!"

"Ten years?"

"You're kidding!"

Michael covered his face while Y/N started laughing in disbelief.

"Oh my god, Elizabeth!."

"I've been keeping that secret for a decade," Elizabeth informed the room proudly.

Several guests looked personally betrayed.

"TEN YEARS?" someone shouted.

The bride looked delighted by the chaos she'd caused and eventually she lifted a hand for quiet.

When the room settled, her voice became gentler.

"Ten years of choosing each other."

She looked at Michael and Y/N.

"Ten years of friendship, ten years of loyalty and ten years of love." her violet eyes shimmered.

"And do you know what has always bothered me?"

The couple exchanged a glance, neither trusted where this was going.

"You never had a first dance."

The room immediately went silent again.

This time for an entirely different reason.

Michael blinked, as Y/N's eyes widened.

Elizabeth smiled softly.

"When the two of you got married, you did it quietly. Privately. The way you wanted."

She squeezed their hands.

"But every bride and groom deserve a first dance."

Oh no.

The tears arrived instantly.

Y/N pressed a hand over her mouth and Michael looked suspiciously emotional himself.

"Elizabeth..." he whispered.

"So tonight" she said firmly, "I'm fixing that."

The band leader smiled and gave a signal.

A moment later the opening notes of Can't Help Falling in Love floated through the reception.

The entire room melted as Elizabeth nudged them both toward the center of the dance floor.

"Now go."

Michael laughed through a shaky breath.

"You planned this."

"Obviously."

"For how long?"

"Months."

Y/N shook her head.

"You are impossible."

"I know."

Then Elizabeth's voice softened.

"And I love you both very much." As she kissed their entwined hands.

That was what finally broke them.

Michael wrapped an arm around Y/N shoulders and kissed her temple.

For a second neither of them moved.

Because suddenly they weren't standing at Elizabeth's wedding anymore.

They were remembering ten years.

Ten years of loving each other.

Slowly, Michael turned toward her and held out his hand.

Even now.

Even after all this time.

Like asking still mattered.

"May I have this dance, Mrs Jackson?"

Y/N laughed through her tears.

"You still asking, after ten years?"

He smiled.

"Just checking."

She slipped her hand into his.

"Always."

The room disappeared as he drew her close.

One hand settled at her waist, the other held hers.

And together they swayed to the music they should have danced to years ago.

Michael rested his forehead against hers.

His voice was barely audible.

"You know..."

"What?"

"I would've given you a proper wedding."

The words made her heart ache.

Because she knew he meant it.

She smiled and brushed away a tear.

"You gave me you."

His eyes immediately filled again.

"Baby..."

"And that's all I’ve ever wanted."

For a moment he couldn't speak.

Could only hold her tighter as the music played around them.

Near the edge of the dance floor, Elizabeth discreetly dabbed at her eyes.

Someone caught her crying.

The bride immediately pointed at them.

"Don't you dare tell anyone."

The guest laughed.

Elizabeth looked toward the dance floor where Michael and Y/N were dancing like they were the only two people in the world.

Watching them finally get the first dance they'd missed ten years earlier was her favorite part.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later after drinks, long speeches and dancing, Michael quietly stole her away from the reception.

Typical.

One second she’d been speaking to guests.

The next she felt familiar fingers curl around hers.

“Come outside with me.”

“Michael—”

“Just for a minute, girl.”

He was already tugging her toward the gardens.

The night air wrapped around them cool and fragrant as they slipped out beneath the glowing trees. Music from the reception floated faintly behind them while the ranch stretched wide and silent under moonlight.

Michael guided her toward the flower arch from the ceremony, now empty beneath the stars.

Candles still flickered there, white petals scattered softly across the ground.

For a moment neither of them spoke.

Michael just looked at her.

Really looked at her.

Then he exhaled quietly, almost overwhelmed.

“What?”

He shook his head slowly.

“Nothin’.”

“That’s not true, applehead”

His hands slid around her waist, pulling her close until the silver embroidery on his jacket brushed against her gown.

“I was rememberin’ our wedding.”

Her expression softened instantly.

Michael smiled faintly, eyes shining.

“You know what I remember most?”

“What?”

“The way you looked at me.”

She laughed softly. “That’s what you remember?”

“Mhm.” He nodded. “The priest and Bill was watchin’ you but you kept lookin’ at me like… like I was the only thing there.”

“Well” Y/N teased gently, “you were the groom, felt important to include you.”

Michael groaned dramatically.

“You’re impossible.”

“You adore me.”

“I really do.”

He traced his fingers over her wedding rings, the honesty in his voice made her chest ache.

Michael rested his forehead against hers, his curls brushing her temple in the breeze.

“Best thing I ever did” he whispered.

“What?”

“Marry you.”

Y/N’s smile turned softer then, more private the smile only reserved for Michael.

Ten years.

Ten years of surviving tabloids, tours, loneliness, impossible schedules and public scrutiny and all the strange distortions fame inflicted on love.

And somehow they were still here.

Still giggling in gardens.

Still sneaking kisses at parties.

Still desperately in love.

She touched the side of his face gently and whispered conspiringly “We’re doing better than Elizabeth.”

Michael burst out laughing.

“Oh my God.”

“What?” Y/N shrugged innocently. “I’m just saying, statistically speaking….”

“You are awful, we are literally at her wedding.”

“She’s on husband number eight, Michael.”

“Don’t joke like that.”

“What? maybe I’m ready to move onto husband number two like I mentioned earlier.”

Michael’s entire face changed instantly.

Not angry.

Horrified.

“Absolutely not.”

She laughed harder. “You should see your face.”

“No.” He tightened his arms around her possessively. “No, no, no. There’s no husband number two.”

“Well, maybe if one presents himself.”

Michael stared at her in genuine offense.

“Baby.”

“I’m kidding.”

“You better be.”

“I don’t know…” she teased. “Maybe somebody taller…who can’t dance”

Michael kissed her before she could finish.

Firm.

Immediate.

Y/N dissolved into laughter against his mouth while he kept kissing her anyway, one hand sliding into her hair.

“Mine, forever” he muttered dramatically between kisses.

“Oh my God.”

“Mine for eternity.”

“You sound insane.”

“I am insane about you, baby.”

That shut her up for a second.

Because he meant it.

He always meant it.

Michael pulled back just enough to look at her again, moonlight catching in his dark eyes.

“I’d marry you a hundred times” he said quietly. “In every life.”

And suddenly the joking faded.

Because there it was again.

That unbearable sincerity he carried only for her. Y/N touched his jaw gently, her voice softening. “And I’d find you in every life time too.”

Michael’s expression crumpled into something almost shy with emotion.

Then, because he could never survive vulnerability for too long without turning sweetly ridiculous, he whispered “Good. ‘cause I already planned our vow renewal.”

Her eyes widened. “You what, excuse me?”

“At Disneyland.”

“Michael.”

“With fireworks.”

“Michael.”

“And a carousel ride with a Minnie Mouse”

She laughed so hard she had to hide her face against his chest while he grinned triumphantly above her, holding her close beneath the wedding flowers while music drifted through Neverland and the lights glittered around them like stars

~~~~~~~~~~

Authors note: I hope Michael and Elizabeth are having a wonderful time together in the clouds. I’ve always adored their friendship. 🤍