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Tell Me Next Time

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Michael had always been protective of you. Not in an overbearing way. Not in a way that made you feel trapped. Michael respected you too much for that. But when it came to your comfort, your safety, and your happiness, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do.

You had been married for years, and one thing everyone learned quickly was that Michael could be incredibly sweet right up until someone made you uncomfortable. Then all bets were off.

The problem started innocently enough. Michael was in the middle of preparing for a new project, which meant long rehearsals, meetings, and endless hours in the studio. You would often stop by to bring him food, spend time with him during breaks, or simply keep him company.

Most of the people Michael worked with were wonderful. But one man wasn’t.

At first, you tried to ignore it. The comments weren’t inappropriate enough to make a scene, but they were enough to make your skin crawl. Every time you came by, he somehow found an excuse to stand too close. He always had something to say. He lingered in conversations far longer than necessary.

You tried to brush it off the first few times but it kept happening. Especially when he kept saying stuff like, “Your husband is lucky,” he’d say with a grin. Or “If I met you first, things might’ve turned out differently.” Always followed by a laugh. He always said it in a way that gave him plausible deniability and you hated it.But you also hated causing problems. So you kept it to yourself. But your husband was Michael Jackson and Michael noticed everything.

It happened one afternoon while you were visiting rehearsals. You had just finished talking to a few dancers when Michael looked over and immediately noticed your expression. Your smile looked forced and your shoulders were tense. And it happened when a certain crew member walked over, Michael watched you subtly move farther away.

His stomach dropped because you never did that. Not with people you felt comfortable around.

The rest of rehearsal felt like a blur. Michael tried focusing on work yet he failed miserably. The second rehearsals ended, he found you sitting alone with a bottle of water.

“Baby?” You looked up immediately. “Yes Sweetie?”Michael sat right beside you with his voice too gentle. The kind of voice he used when he already knew something was wrong.

“Did something happen today?” Your heart sank. “No, why do you ask?.” The look Michael gave you made it clear he didn’t believe that for a second. “Y/n please don’t lie to me.” You sighed. Because there really was no point lying to him. Not when he’d spent years learning every little thing about you.

“It’s not a big deal.” Michael’s jaw tightened immediately he hated that phrase.

“It’s a big deal if it’s bothering you.” You stared at your water bottle then finally told him.

You explained the comments and his lingering. The way the man constantly inserted himself into conversations. The way he made you feel uncomfortable every time you visited. By the time you finished speaking, Michael was silent. You had been married long enough to know that silence. It was the same silence he got when someone insulted his family,hurt one of his children, or crossed a line and someone did just cross a line.

“Michael?” His eyes finally met yours and you immediately softened. Because underneath the anger was hurt. The idea that someone had made you uncomfortable while he was right there devastated him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice cracked slightly and you reached for his hand.

“I didn’t want to make a big thing out of it.” “But it is a big thing.” The response came almost instantly. Michael squeezed your hand tightly. “You shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable around anyone.” You smiled sadly. “I know.” “Baby, I mean it.” The look in his eyes made your chest ache.

“I don’t care if it’s someone I work with. I don’t care who they are.” His thumb brushed across your knuckles. “If someone makes you uncomfortable, I want to know.” You nodded. “Okay.” Michael leaned forward and kissed your forehead. The gesture was sweet but the look in his eyes weren’t. Because Michael was already planning a very serious conversation.

The next morning, that conversation happened. The man barely had time to sit down before Michael shut the door behind him. The crew member smiled. “What’s up?” Michael didn’t smile back. The man’s expression immediately changed. The meeting wasn’t loud as Michael rarely needed to raise his voice. In fact, that made it worse. Because Michael calmly explained exactly what behavior he had noticed.

Exactly what had been reported to him. And exactly why it would never happen again. By the end of the conversation, the man looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

Later that evening, Michael returned home.

You were curled up on the couch reading after putting the kids to bed when Michael walked in. Immediately, he crossed the room and sat beside you. “What happened?” You asked putting your book. Michael wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “I handled it.”You looked up. “Michael.” “What?” “You didn’t kill him, right?” Michael laughed the first one all day.

“No.” “Good.” “I wanted to.” You smacked his arm as Michael laughed. Then his expression softened as he pulled you closer until your head rested against his shoulder.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then quietly, he said, “I hate that you were dealing with that alone.” Your heart melted. You tilted your head up to look at him. “I’m okay.” “I know.” Michael kissed your forehead again.

“But next time…” He paused. “Please tell me.” You smiled and nodded. “I will.” Satisfied, Michael pulled you even closer. Like he was reassuring himself that you were safe.

we all knew he struggled with his tiny iphone. i wanna know how this man sent texts! (a headcanon)

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ Michael Jackson is exceptionally clingy. You had spent most days over at his house, sleepovers, dinners, movie nights. It was becoming as natural as breathing to you.

But of course, something kept itching away at your mind. Maybe Michael didn’t know how to push you away, maybe he was too kind. He probably needed a break from you.

So instead of arriving at his house like usual, you stayed at your apartment. Usually around this time Michael would arrive home from his studio sessions.

You were sitting in your own bed, flipping through a magazine when a sharp, shrill ring came through the telephone beside you.

Your heart leapt at the sound, you picked up at the third ring. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Michael instantly asked, wasting no time.

“I’m in bed. At my apartment.”

“Why are you over there?” Michael sighed, you could imagine him frowning on the other side.

“Because I live here?”

“Did I do something?” Michael asked, you couldn’t help but notice how his tone was a mixture of restlessness and frustration.

“What! No! No. Of course you didn’t, Michael. I just… I just thought you might need space-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Michael cut you off. “I don’t need space. I miss you. I want you here with me, baby.”

your heart sped up at his words, twisting the cord around your finger trying to distract yourself. “I’ll have Bill pick you up okay? see you soon.”

“…okay.” The line went dead. And you realise how far from the truth your thoughts had been.

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Michael Jackson x Reader

summary: Michael walks into Reader’s bedroom seeing her on a call, he grows jealous.

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, nothing else

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Michael casually walked into your bedroom, slipping through the cracked doorway. Tonight he had a couple of vinyls tucked beneath his arm, some rare ones that he’d been dying to show you. His entire mind focused and slightly eager to spend time with you.

But the moment he crossed the threshold, taking a view of you, he froze.

You were sitting cross legged in the middle of your bed, the long, coiled cord of the telephone was wrapped loosely around your finger. The receiver was pressed to your ear.

“No, there’s no way,” you laughed quietly, your voice carrying a light, comfortable lilt that Michael rarely heard you use with anyone besides him. “You actually told him that? Oh my God. I would’ve died on the spot.”

A sudden, sharp prickle of heat flared in the center of his chest, a sudden, ugly spark of jealousy that had caught him completely off guard.

You were an incredibly shy person. It was one of the things Michael liked about you. Your inner circle being so small, reserved only for the people you could be feel freely comfortable around, and Michael had always prided himself on being a part of that inner circle. Your soft smiles, your late night thoughts, and your unfiltered laughter reserved almost entirely for him.

So seeing you like this, relaxed, talking to someone with such easy, casual familiarity, felt like an unrecognisable, aching, twisting knot in his stomach. And the worst part was he had no idea who you were on the phone with.

Who was it?

Michael stepped over the threshold, careful to not make a noise while he closed the door behind him. He stood at the foot of your bed, dropping the vinyls onto the bed. You looked up, eyes widening slightly when you noticed him.

You offered him a quick, apologetic little smile, pointing a finger towards the receiver beside your ear, signifying ‘just wait two minutes.’

Your attention draws back to whoever was on the other side of the phone. “Wait, back up,” you laughed. “What did he do next?”

Michael’s jaw tightened, planting his hands on his hips, his eyes tracing your face, analysing every soft expression you made. He waited three agonising seconds, hoping you’d wrap up the conversation now that he was here, but instead you kept smiling, nodding your head, completely focused on the other person. Michael hated it.

Frustration began to evidently itch beneath his skin, his patience wearing thinner by the second. He moved sitting at the edge of the bed close beside you, hoping to catch the words of the other person on the line.

‘Who is it?’ he mouthed, his brows furrowing into a deep, demanding line.

You blinked at him, you quickly shook your head, waving your free hand at him in a dismissive, ‘not now’ motion.

Usually, when he was around and the phone rang, you’d either ignore it or the call would last a maximum of twenty seconds.

The pit of jealousy only deepened even further within him. His mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that it was a guy. Maybe a guy from that bookstore you liked? Or the local library? Someone he didn’t know, someone that pulled your attention away from him, occupying your mind too much for his liking.

He wanted to hang up the phone for you.

He leaned in closer, his large, brown eyes that made your knees weak, practically begging you for answers.

‘What do they want?’ he mouthed yet again, pointing a finger to the receiver with a slight scowl.

You glared at him playfully. Pulling the receiver away from you, covering the mouthpiece with the palm of your hand. “Michael stop it,” you hissed while whispering. “I can’t hear them.”

“Is it a guy?” he whispered back, his voice low, and demanding. His eyes searched your face, aching desperately for answers he was hoping to find. “Who are you talkin’ to?”

“Shh, okay? I’ll tell you later.” waving your hand at him again. It was like trying to shove at a brick wall, Michael refused to move even an inch. His chest rising and falling, his lips pressed into a stubborn pout.

You removed your hand off the mouthpiece. “Sorry about that,” you said into the phone while side eyeing Michael. “No, just… yeah someone walked in, being ridiculous.”

Michael sat up straighter, an offended look flashing across his handsome face. He felt the sudden childish urge to snatch the phone right out of your hand and demand what gave the right of this stranger to occupy your Tuesday night.

He leaned back in, his eyes locked onto yours.

‘Hang up,’ he mouthed, his expression firm. ‘Just tell them you have to go.’

You narrowed your eyes at him, letting out a frustrated sigh. You tilted your body away from him. “Anyway, so what time are we meeting tomorrow? Oh, perfect. Yeah, that’s okay with me. I’ll meet you out front.”

Meeting tomorrow?!

You were supposed to be at his house tomorrow, well technically you didn’t have any plans with him, but you always visited his house in the middle of the day. He always made sure to clear the middle of his days for you.

The restlessness in his mind became unbearable, thought after thought overlapping his brain. He thrummed his fingers against his leg, then they tugged at the cuffs of his sweater. He could have anyone’s attention at the snap of his fingers, yet he craved yours the most.

He shifted closer to you, his hand against your shoulder. You looked at him over your shoulder, expression a mix of confusion and exasperation.

‘Tell them goodbye,’ he mouthed, ‘please?’

You looked at him silently, his pleading eyes, stubborn set of his jaw. And you realised if you didn’t hang up Michael was probably going to eventually grab the phone himself and hang up for you. With a soft, defeated sigh, your features softened towards him.

“Hey, listen,” you said into the phone. “I have to go, I’ll talk to you some other time.”

You clicked the receiver down, hanging up the phone.

“You’re hovering over me like a hawk. I can barely breathe.” you murmured, you felt a bit self conscious being under the weight of his absolute undivided attention.

“Who was that?” he asked, not wasting a second. He climbed onto the bed properly, settling himself cross legged in front of you. “Who were you talkin’ to?”

“Why does it matter?” you asked, a teasing smile playing against your lips. It was rare to see Michael like this, and you secretly liked seeing him like this.

“It matters,” his brow furrowing again. “You don’t even like talking on the phone and you made plans. You’re meeting them tomorrow at two o’clock.”

“Are you tracking my schedule now, Mr. Jackson?”

“Please tell me.” he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was jealous anymore. “Was it a guy? Just tell me.”

You quietly realised that maybe Michael wasn’t only just jealous, maybe he feared losing you. And you knew what that felt like. Michael mattered so much to you, losing him would be the last thing you’d want, so you realised that maybe Michael was fearing abandonment.

Your light annoyance melted away. You shifted closer towards him, your hands making their way to hold his warm ones. He reacted instantly, fingers interlocking with yours. “Michael.”

He hesitated, keeping his eyes away from you for a mere second before giving in, slowly lifting his gaze to meet yours. "It wasn’t a guy.”

Michael felt the heavy feeling in his chest lift off, relief flooding through his features, his scowl slowly melting away. “It wasn’t?”

“No,” you chuckled softly, shaking your head. “It was my friend from class, we’re working on a project together. I’m meeting her at the library tomorrow.”

The tension drained out of his shoulders. “Oh.” he murmured.

“The girl who sits next to me. The one who loaned me her notes when I had the flu last month. Remember?”

“Yeah, I remember.” Michael nodded, clearing his throat nervously. His head dropped down. “Oh my God, I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” you said softly, your heart doing a strange backflip at the sight of his shy, embarrassed smile. Michael looked up, he reached for the vinyls he had come with. “Now that you’re done being on the phone, you have to listen to these. I found them at a little shop downtown. They’re rare apparently.”

You smiled, the familiar, comfortable warmth of your routine settling back in place. You shifted on the bed, making room as Michael eagerly leaned forward, showing you his vinyls.

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P.S. PLEASE GIVE BUBBA MY LOVEEEE!!

.✦ ݁˖ SUMMARY: After coming home from a party. The only person you could think about at that very moment was Michael, and how you weren’t able to function properly without him when being at the function. When you finally arrived home, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave his side.

.✦ ݁˖ CONTAINS: Fluff, hugging, love, reassurance, affection, comforting, pecks, & romance

˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ michael with his extra smart girlfriend who even in the most romantic of moments, always has a fact to tell him

˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ on a long awaited date at neverland ranch, both michael and you are on a date, lying on your backs, watching the stars that appear to be more visible than ever.

“did you know that technically every time you look at a star, you’re time travelling?”

michael gives you a side glance, “you’re making that up”

“i’m not! it takes years for the light to finally reach us, so realistically that star could have died by now”

“this might be worse than the time you said bananas are a berry”

“well that’s true as well”

˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ when michael was sat in the kitchen one morning, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose whilst his hand wrapped around a warm mug of coffee, casually reading over a file for some show he was supposed to appear at. until he hears hurried footsteps along the hallway and down the stairs.

“oh my gosh, you will never guess what i just learnt!”

“what, baby?”, his hand abandoning the mug and instead tucking under his chin in amusement.

“did you know that we are technically made up of star dust?”

“huh?”

“basically, the iron in our blood can only really be formed from stars and when stars explode, their elements scatter across space and then eventually form living things, like me and you!”

“really?… where did you learn that?”

“oh, just in a random book i think i took from my grandpa like seven years ago”

“right okay.”

˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ the little patch of grass was completely surrounded by trees, creating a privacy screen for michael and his cute girlfriend on their picnic date.

“did you know ants can carry like twenty times their body weight?”

your eyes were glued to the small ant that climbed onto the checkered blanket and walked across the small fold in the corner.

“why do you just have this information ready to go?”

you shrugged, completely fixated on the small creature before it disappeared under the blanket.

“awh, i miss him already”

˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ michael notices when your suspiciously quiet one day, your usual facts not flying out of your mouth everytime you notice something slightly interesting.

“what’s the matter?”

“what, nothing”, your arms folded over your chest as a small pout formed over your lips.

he turned his attention back towards the television, a documentary about nature playing on the screen.

“where’s your facts? usually you would be unstoppable”

“well i thought you got annoyed at them so i’m trying to be cool”

“sweet girl, please give me a fact, i need to grow the small knowledge plant in my head”

you turned your head, a smile growing on your face.

“okay, well… did you know that when your listening to music, if you listen to a certain rhythm for long enough then you’re heartbeat syncs up with it”

“that might be my favourite fact you’ve ever told me”

“well obviously, you are a musician”

˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ on the night before christmas, you both wore matching striped pj sets, fairy lights scattered across the living room and a small tree in the corner of the room.

you walked into the room before being stopped in the doorway by michael’s chest meeting your nose.

“oh!”

“look up, honey”

his fingers held a small piece of mistletoe, lightly shaking it, making the bell attached sound a quiet jingle.

“you know what that means”

you giggled before standing on your tiptoes coming to michael’s height.

as your faces neared, your lips less then a centimeter apart, you suddenly whispered.

“did you know that mistletoe is actually a parasite and-”

“babe as much as i love your facts, please just kiss me”

your lips met, an intimate moment as the candles flickered around you, the movie on the tv playing as a background noise.

you broke apart before continuing,

“-it actually attaches itself to trees and steals its water and nutrients, so it’s kind of ironic that we are kissing under it”

michael hadn’t seen you in nearly a month and of course he’s desperate to fuck you, eyes so glazed over as he finally gets you laid out for him in his sheets when he sees it— you got his initials tattooed on your hip.

he couldn’t take his eyes off it as he fucked you, his cock dragging in and out of your pussy wasn’t even enough to distract him.

you were his. his girl, now inked into your skin for forever and god forbid if you ever left him… he couldn’t help but laugh knowing if another man ever touched you, they’d have to see it too.