Bambi

𝑆𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛. — mdni

Mature!Michael X YoungerGirlfriend. A glimpse into the private world of the protective way he holds you in crowded spaces to the effortless satisfaction he gets from completely spoiling his younger girl especially when he demands a private runway show in your penthouse suite. (+18)

Note. Listened to ‘Champagne Coast’ - Blood Orange & ‘Tattoo’ - Sade while writing and I indeed took awhile to post part three of ‘You Knock Me Off My Feet’ series so I want to post head-canons and drabbles in between chapters to keep you guys fed. Also attached a visual to the fit, enjoy! Besos!

Mature!Michael. when you were working as a specialist at a high-end antique gallery when he came in for a private, after hours viewing. Seeing someone with such a youthful face carry themselves with such effortless sophistication was a total, refreshing shock to his system. As you stepped up to a group of wealthy clients, listing complex historical facts and art provenances like a flawlessly programmed, brilliant machine, his forty year old self suddenly felt an unexpected rush of youth and pure intrigue.

Mature!Michael whom spent the next hour wandering the exhibits, deliberately pretending to be utterly clueless about the antiques just to keep you by his side. Every time you stepped close to point out a detail on a vintage piece, he’d lean in slightly, quietly inhaling the sweet, comforting scent of vanilla bakery notes that followed you around. It instantly put his usually guarded mind at total ease, and he absolutely refused to leave the store until your personal phone number was safely tucked away in his pocket.

Mature!Michael who took you out to an intimate, completely private spot for your first date, and he was honestly taken aback by just how incredible of a conversationalist you were especially at your very young age. There was absolutely no awkwardness; you two bonded instantly over a shared, deep passion for music, philosophy and life ambitions, talking for hours until the rest of the room completely faded away.

Mature!Michael. Once your relationship became fully established, he made sure you never felt a single ounce of insecurity about his world. He would look you dead in the eye with a serious, deeply grounded look, holding your hands as he promised you that everything he owned was completely yours the luxury, the security, the comfort as long as your loyalty was fully pledged to him (and body but we can keep that on the low.)

Mature!Michael being older and completely grounded in exactly who he is, his presence carries an incredibly heavy, comforting weight. Whenever you are navigating a bustling hotel corridor, a crowded venue with trampling fans, or stepping past security at parties, his large hand is almost always resting gently against the small of your back caressing you feeling the outline of your body through the tight clothing, guiding you forward with an effortless, calm reassurance that makes you feel completely safe.

Mature!Michael whose possessive side flares up just a bit when he thinks about the wealthy, older businessmen who might try to hit on you while you're working at the gallery. He gets a tiny bit jealous, which means the second you get home, you have to show him exactly how much he completely owns your heart in whichever way he sees fit. Nonstop cuddles and kisses or your lips fully wrapped around his dick as his bucks his hips forward further pushing himself in your mouth. Whose large veiny hands find their way to the crown of your hand gently grabbing handfuls of your hair muttering sweet praises under his breath expressing his gratitude to you of reassuring him that he is the only man who could ever hold your attention, and that your all his.

Mature!Michael that values the stillness you bring to his life more than anything. He loves carefully choosing a classic vinyl record, setting the needle down with absolute precision, and pulling you into his chest to slow dance around the dimly lit room, his chin resting gently on top of your head as his hands travel to delicately holding your waist.

Mature!Michael showcasing his affection in ways that are rooted in deep admiration. Your makeout sessions aren't just rushed or chaotic, they are incredibly slow, passionate, and filled with a pure, overwhelming love that makes you feel utterly cherished. “You have lips of an angel y’know that gorgeous?”

Mature!Michael No matter how rough or gentle the sex was, he’ll always wrap you completely in his arms, pulling you into his chest while his fingers trace gentle, random shapes against your bare back then caressing the soft skin of your birthing hips. his dark eyes looking intensely into yours just to remind you how much he adores you. His hand cupping the side of your face, gliding the pad of this thumbs back and forth softly, his eyes just admiring each part about your face. Especially those eyes and lips. “You’ll always be my pretty baby right?”

Mature!Michael when the moment you finally grew completely comfortable around him, luxury shopping sprees became a regular routine. Going shopping with Michael is exactly like shopping with a best friend, but with an unlimited budget. He gives the absolute best feedback, breaking down structural details, fabrics, and fits with a sharp, artistic eye, completely delighting in your excitement as he buys you whatever your heart desires although he absolutely demands a haul, his personal runway show if you will.

The heavy door of the hotel penthouse clicked shut, instantly sealing out the distant roar of the city traffic and the faint, persistent flashes of paparazzi cameras down on the street. Inside, the suite was a sanctuary of soft lighting, deep velvet furnishings, and the comforting quiet that Michael always sought out the moment he was off the clock.

You practically floated into the center of the living area, unable to contain the absolute thrill bouncing around in your chest. Turning around to face him. “Eeee! I’m so excited! I feel like I got some things i actually like!” you let out an excited laugh, clapping your hands together as you looked at the sheer volume of high-end boutique bags the hotel staff had just carefully brought up behind you.

Michael stood near the entryway for a moment, just watching you. At forty, he carried himself with a deeply grounded, calm presence, his signature structured crimson jacket unbuttoned just enough to show the relaxed drape of his shirt underneath. Seeing the pure, unforced joy across your face brought an immediate, brilliant smile to his lips. Your youthful energy was completely infectious, a refreshing contrast to the rigid formality he usually dealt with.

"You are so cute baby," he murmured, his voice dropping into that naturally deep, warm register he only used when the two of you were completely alone. “I’m glad you found things this time-“

He stepped closer, the heavy soles of his loafers silent against the plush carpeting. His eyes glazing over your figure that turned around emptying out some bags already. Reaching out, his large hand gently gave you a smack of the ass, finding amusement at the recoil, and the sound you made at the unexpected gesture. “Michael!”

"Cmon no whining. Now go on," he urged, a playful, knowing glint in his dark eyes as he gestured toward the bedroom where the garment racks had been rolled out. "Don't just keep them in the bags. Let me see a full try-on haul. I want to see everything."

“Fine fine! No peeking though.” While you disappeared into the adjoining room to unzip the first designer garment bag, Michael made his way over to the wet bar. He poured himself a tall glass of orange juice, the ice clinking softly against the glass, before walking back over to the sprawling sofa. He sank into the heavy cushions, completely stretching out his long legs as he finally let the remaining tension of the day leave his shoulders.

On the mahogany coffee table sat a small stack of classic CDs you both had picked out during a quick stop at a music shop earlier. Smiling to himself, Michael picked up one of the jewel cases, his long fingers absentmindedly turning it over, examining the tracklist and tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against the plastic as he waited patiently.

"Michael? Okay, don't look yet," your voice called out from the doorway, a hint of nervous excitement tracing your words.

"I'm waiting," he called back, setting the CD down and resting his chin in his hand, his undivided attention completely locked onto the bedroom door.

When you finally stepped out into the warm light of the sitting room, his breath caught entirely.

You stepped into the warm glow of the suite wearing a crisp, structured white button-up blouse with intricate side-lacing that perfectly defined your silhouette. Draped effortlessly over your shoulders was a heavy, oversized black leather jacket, paired with a black mini skirt held together by a thick, statement leather belt adorned with oversized silver grommets and a bold metal buckle.

Michael’s dark eyes widened, a sudden, bright flash of recognition lighting up his features. A soft, nostalgic laugh escaped his lips as he sat up slightly on the plush sofa, taking in every single detail. The hardware, the leather, the sharp contrast of the white collar against the dark jacket it was a flawless, high fashion echo of his own signature style from a decade prior during the Bad era.

"Now, wait a minute," he murmured, his deep voice carrying a beautifully warm, amused tone. The calm, mature reserve he usually carried completely melted into pure, delighted fascination. "This looks... incredibly familiar. You're throwing it back on me, aren't you?"

Your smile brightens, your hands brush over the buckle and texture of the leather. “Mayyybe, what do you think!”

You smiled, doing a slow turn in the center of the room so he could see the way the heavy leather jacket draped perfectly over the sharp silhouette of the blouse. "It’s definitely got that classic look don’t you think?" you teased, looking back over your shoulder at him with a grin.

It didn't just look amazing on you, it brought a sudden rush of fond memories from his own history, making him feel a unique, deeply personal connection to the piece. "Oh honey…the hardware, the leather... you look absolutely incredible," he said, a soft, incredibly proud chuckle shaking his shoulders as he shook his head in sheer admiration. "You really know how to make a statement, don't you? Come here, let me get a closer look of that fabric.”

You walk over to him with a soft grin as he feels the texture of the leather then his fingertips grazing over the buckle. The soft clink of the heavy silver belt buckle filled the quiet space of the penthouse, matching the rhythm of his low, satisfied chuckle. "I thought you might appreciate the hardware."

"Appreciate it?" Michael shook his head, a brilliant smile completely lighting up his face as he leaned back against the plush sofa cushions. He took a slow sip of his orange juice, his dark eyes tracking the sharp contrast of the crisp white collar against the dark leather. "You're completely pulling it off. It’s got that tough, rebellious edge, but on you, it just looks incredibly elegant. Sophisticated."

He set his glass down on the mahogany table, his attention entirely locked onto you as you adjusted the cuffs of the blouse. The nostalgic warmth in his expression was undeniable. it was clear the outfit had brought back a rush of good memories, bridging the gap between his legendary past and the quiet, secure present he now shared with you.

Michael’s deep, velvety chuckle rumbled through the quiet room as he patted his thigh soft, insistent. “C’mere girl.” The look in his eyes was warm honey and stardust: pure affection wrapped in that rare softness only you ever got to see. You bit your lip playfully, pretending to hesitate for a dramatic second before finally stepping forward. The heavy leather jacket made a low creak with each movement, the silver hardware catching the golden light from the floor lamps.

you stepped forward and let yourself straddle his lap with the graceful ease of someone who’d done this a thousand times before. His strong arms instantly encircled your waist in a loose but possessive embrace. “So you like the first outfit love?”

The leather jacket creaked softly under the movement as Michael adjusted slightly beneath you. One large hand rose to gently trace the bold buckle again a quiet gesture of admiration.

“Mmm,” he hummed low in approval against your shoulder before pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. His lips lingered there for a heartbeat or two before he pulled back enough to study how flawlessly you wore what had once been his signature look from an era defined by fame and fire.

"You're gonna make me feel old," he teased quietly with playful sarcasm laced through every word but there wasn’t an ounce of jealousy or regret in it at all. just pure adoration watching history live on so beautifully…on you.

You bite your bottom lip trying to prevent a laugh, you look up at him with your batting lashes. “How so?”

Michael’s dark eyes dropped to yours, catching the flutter of your lashes like he was hypnotized by the motion. That little lip bite, so innocent, so teasing always undid him.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your face. One hand rose to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your jaw with surprising tenderness for someone built like a statue.

"Because," he started slowly, voice dropping even lower than before "back then... i wore this look, it was my armor." A nostalgic chuckle escaped him as his gaze swept over you again. "And now here you are… stealing it from me just looking so good." His thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip where you’d just bitten it seconds ago. "Wearing it better than I ever did…just got me feeling old.”

You let out a soft laugh, resting your hands flat against the lapels of his crimson jacket. "Oh, please. You aren't old, Michael," you countered, a knowing smile playing on your lips as you looked down at him. "You just have a lot of history, I'm pretty sure I'm the one who should be intimidated right now, considering I'm sitting with the blueprint…..but for the record? You still wear it better than anyone else ever could."

Michael’s expression softened at your words honest, sincere, and utterly disarming. The way you said it, so effortlessly respectful yet full of affection… it touched something deep inside him.

His hands slid from your face down to the back of your neck where his fingers gently tangled in the soft strands of your hair. He didn’t kiss you not yet but pulled you closer until his forehead rested against yours.

“You’re sweet,” he murmured, lips almost brushing as he spoke. “Too sweet.” There was that faint smile again. the one only ever reserved for quiet moments like these when no cameras were flashing or crowds screaming.

“Are you gonna show me how sweet I am?”

Michael’s breath hitched just slightly at your bold words before his lips crashed into yours.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow or teasing. It was hungry, it was pent up affection and admiration, and that quiet fire he’d been holding back all day while watching you try on outfits.

His large hands slid down to your waist, gripping firmly as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head to angle it just right. The leather jacket creaked softly between you as he pulled you even closer against him on the sofa.

Michael’s fingers moved with quiet urgency, sliding the heavy leather jacket off your shoulders. The rich material slipped away easily, revealing more of the crisp white blouse beneath each button perfectly aligned down your torso. His left hand cupping the side of your face and his other going to unbutton the white blouse revealing the black bra you had underneath.

As he pushed the open jacket and now unbuttoned blouse gently back from your shoulders, letting it pool slightly around you on his lap, his dark eyes traced every new inch exposed.

that graceful slope of a shoulder

That soft dip at your collarbone

how your breast were being perfectly held by that bra

How perfectly structured you were beneath all those layers…

A low hum vibrated in his chest not quite a word as he leaned forward again. This time instead of kissing your lips immediately he pressed one slow kiss right over where fabric met skin above your heart. His lips trailed upward slowly, from your collarbone… along the delicate line of your throat… pausing just below your ear whispering. “Let’s take this to the bed yeah?”

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𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐾𝑁𝑂𝐶𝐾 𝑀𝐸 𝑂𝐹𝐹 𝑀𝑌 𝐹𝐸𝐸𝑇 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸.

‧₊ ♪˚ Summary — June, 1987. After months of quiet fascination and replayed memories he can’t seem to shake, Michael meets you for the very first time. After some meetings, what was supposed to be a professional camera test quickly turns into something far more difficult to ignore. ↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

‧₊ ♪˚ Pairing —PreBadMichaelJacksonXNewRisingVocalist!reader

‧₊ ♪˚ Parts and Taglist —

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‧₊ ♪˚ note — Sincere apologies for how long this took!! This chapter was heavily inspired by @sm0l-potato’s comment on the last part and I absolutely loved the idea, so thank you for the inspiration. For those who weren’t tagged, Tumblr wouldn’t let me tag some of you soI promise I didn’t forget! If your settings won’t allow tags, I’ll just reply to your comment with the link to the new part instead. I seriously love you guys so much and hope you enjoy this chapter!! As always, if you have any requests or ideas for this series (or others ideas.)please send them in, I genuinely take so much inspiration from you all. Besos

𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛

The bedroom at Hayvenhurst had never felt so suffocating. Michael stood frozen in front of the mirror, his chest rising and falling with a soft, frustrated exhale as he adjusted the collar of his shirt for what had to be the seventh time. Four different outfits already sat discarded on the bed behind him wrinkled cotton and silk that, just awhile ago, had looked completely fine, but now felt completely wrong.

Which was ridiculous.

Because this was a meeting.

A professional meeting.

Nothing more.

Nothing less

buttttttt the black button-up was way too serious, making him look like he was heading to a courtroom rather than a creative meeting. The red one? Absolutely not. It was too bold, too memorable, practically screaming that he wanted to be noticed. He became aware of the fact your incredibly observant, so the sheer thought of you being able to see right through him made a knot tighten in his stomach.

He leaned in closer to the glass, his fingers hovering anxiously near his face. The curls. Should he tuck them neatly behind his ear to look polished and professional, or leave them free? If he tucked them, it might look too deliberate, like he’d spent hours posing in front of this very mirror. But leaving them loose felt messy, unkempt. God, why was this suddenly so stressful? He had met with legendary directors, boundary pushing artists, and actual royalty without losing his cool. Yet the simple anticipation of sitting across a table from you had his mind spinning out of control.

His eyes shifted to the row of accessories on the dresser. Sunglasses were his usual shield, his comfort zone but today, they felt like a mistake. If he wore them, he might seem too distant, too cold, or worse, rude. But if he left them off, what happens when his eye contact became too intense? What if he stared too long and accidentally exposed the truth?

If he wasn't careful, he might slip up and reveal that he’d basically studied you. that he knew the exact cadence of your laugh from interviews, or the precise moment your voice softened during a bridge. He couldn't let on that he was already entirely consumed by your artistry. He had to be cool. He had to seem completely casual.

Reaching out, his hand hovered over a heavy crystal bottle of cologne. He hesitated, the sprayer poised over his wrist. Smelling good wasn't just a preference, it was crucial. It was part of the impression. But if the scent was too heavy, it would look desperate, like he was actively trying to romance you across a pile of storyboard folders. He wanted the fragrance to be faint, a subtle trace in the air only if you happened to lean in close.

Suddenly, his fingers stopped their nervous tapping against the wood of the dresser. A new, terrifying thought invaded his mind, heavy and irrationally disappointing. What if you walked into that Epic Records conference room, greeted the executives with a warm, easy hug, and then turned to him with nothing but a polite, rigid handshake? The mere phantom image of that professional distance made his chest ache. He frowned deeply at his own reflection, horrified by his own thoughts.

It shouldn't matter. It shouldn't bother him at all. This was a business meeting. A standard pitch for a music video. He just needed to step back, breathe, and act like the professional he was supposed to be.

Epic Sony Offices, Los Angeles.

Phones rang in relentless, overlapping rhythms. Executives rushed past heavy glass doors with practiced urgency, assistants hurried between offices carrying thick stacks of paperwork like the entire music industry might collapse if anyone slowed down for even a second.

Inside the conference room, the atmosphere was thick with corporate expectation.

Michael, however, was entirely detached from it.

He sat quietly at the long table, a folder open in front of him, pretending to review creative notes for the upcoming video. In reality, his mind had been stuck in the same loop for the past ten minutes. He had reread the exact same sentence six times.

The words barely registered anymore, blurring together into meaningless ink beneath tired concentration. Underneath the table, his knee bounced subtly.

He was not helping himself. Not even a little. He had adjusted his sleeves three times. Checked the reflection in the glass twice. Moved his sunglasses from the table to his lap and back again for absolutely no reason.

To further dig himself into a hole, every possible outcome had already played out in his head. What if he sounded awkward? What if the conversation felt forced in person? Worse. What if all the effortless chemistry he had imagined simply… wasn’t there? He hated how much that possibility bothered him.

Well it didn’t matter anymore when that conference room door opened. Conversation softened instantly. Not fully. Just enough. Enough for attention to shift. Enough for Michael to look up before he could stop himself.

And suddenly, the television had done absolutely nothing for you. Nothing. Because somehow, standing there in person felt entirely different from grainy late night broadcasts, magazine spreads, cassette speakers, or performances replayed through VHS until the tape nearly wore thin. You were real. And embarrassingly enough, that thought alone nearly made him forget every coherent thing he planned on saying.

Your manager stepped in first, already greeting a few executives. Then you followed. Easy smile. Composed. Effortless in that way Michael had already become far too familiar with. Even the way you entered a room somehow felt graceful.

Michael straightened slightly in his chair without realizing it. Then stood, maybe a little too quickly that jerry noticed immediately, of course he did.

A small grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Well,” Jerry muttered quietly, “there he goes.”

Michael ignored him, or tried to. Your eyes landed on him almost instantly, flicker of recognition, then warmth. “Michael.” The sound of his name in your voice genuinely did something to him.

Michael moved around the table extending his hand his hand politely. “Y/n.” He said softly, “ I’m so happy you can make it, thank you.”

But instead of taking his hand, you stepped closer then your arms looped around his neck effortlessly. “No thank you, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” the gesture so natural it completely shattered whatever composure he had spent all morning trying to maintain. His arms found their way to gently holding onto your waist, gently tightening his grasp just to feel your frame against his.

And then came your perfume.

Soft.

Innocent.

Charming.

Sweet in a way that somehow lingered immediately.

He had to entirely resist the urge to just hide his face into the crook of your neck. Your scent just completely overpowering the careful amount of cologne he had debated for forty minutes before leaving the house. Then a soft kiss landed against his cheek.

Quick.

Warm.

Real.

Heat rushed to his face so fast it almost felt embarrassing. Michael became painfully aware of the fact that he had absolutely not prepared for this scenario.

“Oh-!” A tiny laugh of yours escaping, gently pulling back just to look at him. “ Sorry, left a little somethin’ there.”

Before he could even process the sentence, your thumb brushed lightly across his cheekbone, wiping away the faint lipstick mark you had accidentally left behind.

Casual.

Like it was nothing.

Like you hadn't just altered his entire emotional stability for the day.

"There," you smiled softly.

The contact lasted maybe a second, maybe less, but somehow it still lingered. He blinked once.

Then, quieter than intended “ ..You didn't have to wipe it off." The sentence slipped out before he could stop it, Immediate regret. Jerry looked down instantly, already trying not to laugh.

You smiled once more easy, reassuring before casually taking your seat at the table like greeting him that way had been the most natural thing in the world.

Michael finally sat back down. Quietly. Attempting dignity. He failed, unfortunately.

Because for the next ten minutes, his internal processor completely stopped working, and he heard approximately forty percent of the actual meeting. High level talk of schedules, contracts, promotional timing, and something about July availability drifted over his head. Someone mentioned press optics, and Michael nodded at things when strictly necessary, even managing to say “yeah” twice maybe three times to keep up appearances.

But truthfully? His mind kept drifting back to the crushing weight of his own yearning. He wasn’t hearing anything anymore, the surrounding boardroom noise became a muffled, distant hum of business he could no longer focus on. Jerry’s loud voice breaking down production schedules and the folders sliding across the polished wood under the bright fluorescent lights all blurred into the background.

Every single ounce of his attention had narrowed into a deep, desperate focus on the lingering, tingling warmth still sitting against his cheek. He found himself desperately wanting that brief closeness to happen again, his thoughts entirely captured by the casual ease of your touch. It left him sitting in silence, overwhelmed by a quiet, aching text of gravity that pulled every single one of his thoughts right back to you, with the sinking, terrifying realization that this meeting no longer felt professional at all.

A light tap against the table finally pulled him back into the room.

“Michael?” Jerry’s voice.

He blinked once. “…Yeah?” The room had shifted without him realizing it.

Storyboards now covered the center of the table. Fabric swatches, location photos, rough concept sketches spread beneath fluorescent light. “We’re talkin’ visuals,” Jerry said, gesturing toward the papers. “Wardrobe, chemistry test, location ideas.”

Someone from production slid a folder toward you. “We’re thinking street-style,” an executive added. “Nothing overly polished. We want it to feel alive.”

Jerry nodded. “The whole point is movement,” he explained. “Energy. Personality. We’re not trying to make this look stiff.” A pause. “That means we’ll probably do a camera test next week,” someone else added. “Just to see how everything translates on film.”

You glanced up. “A chemistry test, what would that consist of??”

“Basically,” Jerry said with a shrug. “Nothing scary. Wardrobe, lighting, movement. Seeing how you guys work together on camera, Just seeing what works.”

Then his eyes flicked across the table. “ sounds good?”

And suddenly, for reasons he didn’t entirely understand, Michael sat up straighter.

Too straight.

Like posture alone might somehow disguise the fact that his entire emotional stability had already been compromised within the first five minutes of seeing you in person.

“…of course.” he answered quickly.

Very smooth.

Across the table, Jerry’s expression shifted ever so slightly. “Good,” Jerry said, scribbling something down. “Shouldn’t take long. Small crew. Just enough to test translates on camera.”

You nodded thoughtfully, flipping through one of the folders in front of you. “And when would that be?”

“Next Thursday,” someone from production answered. “Studio lot in downtown L.A.”

Michael tried, really tried, to focus. Failed, unfortunately, Because every now and then, your voice would cut through the room and pull his attention right back.

God.

Even the way you spoke during meetings somehow felt graceful.

Downtown Los Angeles - Camera Test Day

Traffic humming below in restless waves, sunlight bouncing off tall glass windows while delivery trucks crowded alleyways like the city itself hadn’t fully decided what version of itself it wanted to be yet. Inside the studio lot, however everything already felt alive.

Crew members moved quickly between lighting rigs and equipment cases. Somebody adjusted a camera track near the center of the warehouse-like soundstage while assistants clipped wardrobe notes onto garment racks lined with carefully planned outfits.

He was making himself nervous, His fingers adjusted the cuff of his shirt for maybe the sixth time that night.

Across the room, Jerry looked up from the monitor taking a sip of his coffee. “Michael what’s on your mind?”

“. . . Nothing Jerry.”

A lie. Jerry gave him a look. “You changed outfits?”

“…Twice.”

“Try five,” someone muttered nearby. He ignored them immediately, because honestly? Nothing felt right. He had spent the entire week waiting for this, thinking about it, overthinking it, and replaying last Thursday’s conversation far more than any sane person probably should. Yet now that the moment had actually arrived, something unsettled sat heavy in his stomach. How stupid. He had met women before, plenty of them. Women screamed, cried, fainted. God, he knew how to be charming when he wanted to be. But somehow, this felt entirely different.

Different in a way he deeply disliked because he couldn’t seem to control it. He barely even knew you, yet still found himself caring far too much, wanting everything to feel perfect and wanting himself to be perfect. Like somehow the wrong outfit, the wrong sentence, the wrong first five minutes could ruin whatever strange ease had settled between the two of you last week.

Worst of all, his stomach had twisted itself into humiliating knots that felt dangerously close to anticipation, like this wasn’t a camera test at all, but something embarrassingly closer to a first date.

What if today felt awkward? What if the easy conversation from last week disappeared the second cameras got involved? Worse, what if someone else on set caught your attention first? Some actor, stylist, assistant, hell, anybody making you laugh before he even got the chance to say hello. What if you canceled last minute? What if there wasn’t actually any chemistry at all? The thought sat heavily in his chest, unwelcome and impossible to ignore.

Overhearing someone’s conversation, he heard you’d be here soon. He adjusted his sleeves and took some deep breaths and repeated some soft affirmations under his breath which quickly came to an end when the studio doors opened, and your footsteps were present.

Crew members moved around lighting rigs, someone adjusted a camera near center frame, wardrobe racks lined one side of the room, although somehow, none of it mattered. Because he got to see your face.

Easy smile, that was entirely effortless and already looking around like you somehow belonged there.

Your eyes landed on him almost instantly, and you smiled. a smile that said you were genuinely happy to see him. "Hey!"

He smiled back before even realizing what he was doing, that ridiculously warm, immediate feeling flaring to life in his stomach. For a fleeting second, his gaze dipped instinctively to your lips, tracing the line of your smile before snapping back to your eyes, his heart doing a sudden, nervous flip.

"Hey," he said softly, closing the distance between you. "You made it." He’d spent the entire week waiting for this exact moment and hated how obvious that suddenly felt.

"Course I made it," you said, flashing a gentle grin that completely disarmed him. "I wouldn't miss this for anything."

And somehow, that alone relaxed something in his chest instantly. There was no awkwardness, no weird, hesitant tension between you two, just a familiar warmth that felt strangely unfair considering how little time had actually passed.

When you stepped into a hug, the greeting happened completely naturally. As his arms wrapped around you, the sheer warmth you shared seemed to block out the rest of the room. It wasn't a casual, fleeting embrace it was close and deliberate, his hands resting firmly against your back while you buried your face slightly into his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of him.

They stayed like that for a long, quiet moment, talking softly without even breaking the embrace.

"You look incredible, by the way," he murmured into your hair, his voice low and a little breathless, his arms tightening around you just a fraction more as if he never wanted to let go.

"Really? You think so?" a beautiful flush creeping up your cheeks as you rested your hands against his chest, feeling the fast, steady thud of his heart racing against your palms.

Neither of you seemed ready to pull away. When you finally began to step back, it was agonizingly slow. His hands trailed reluctantly down your arms, his fingers brushing tenderly against your wrists, leaving a tingling trail of goosebumps in their wake as he lingered in your space, utterly captivated.

He leaned in just a fraction closer, a soft, genuine smile replacing his smirk as his voice dropped to a quiet, breathless murmur.

"Yeah," he said, looking at you like you were the only person in the crowded room. "Honestly, I've been trying to think of what to say to you all week, but you walk in looking like this and I completely forget my own train of thought."

His eyes drifted down to your smile for a quick, heart-stopping second before snapping back to meet your gaze, completely bright and focused entirely on you.

Across the room, Jerry looked up from behind the monitor and immediately leaned back.

A grin spreading slowly.

Oh yeah.

This was gonna work.

You couldn’t fake that kind of ease.

Couldn’t manufacture chemistry like that.

And they hadn’t even gotten in front of the camera yet. “Okay,” Jerry muttered to himself, amused already. “…Yeah. This gon’ be good.”

Before you can even respond to Michael’s heartfelt response, jerry finally walked over. “Y/n, your here! How lovely to see you,” he said warmly, pulling you into a quick hug. “Glad to finally have you here.”

Then, glancing between the two of you attached with a knowing smile. “Y’all makin’ my job real easy already. Let’s get moving yeah?”

The sound of the production soundstage was a chaotic symphony of pre-production energy. Crew members bustled across the polished concrete floor, heavy rolling clothing racks clattered in the background, and the sharp clack of lighting technicians securing barn doors on massive overhead rigs echoed through the rafters.

Amidst the blur of activity, Michael stood near the edge of the constructed set. He looked effortlessly classic, wearing crisp black slacks, his signature loafers with white socks, and a simple white t-shirt layered under a loose, unbuttoned blue flannel. His hands were tucked loosely into his pockets as he tried to maintain his usual composed demeanor, but his eyes kept tracking the movement around the room. He was hyper-aware of your presence beside him, dressed in a perfectly tailored, sharp black blazer over a casual white tee with layered gold chains.

As a wardrobe assistant stepped away after a final check, you noticed the collar of his open flannel had crumpled slightly out of place near his shoulder. Without overthinking it, you reached out, your fingers brushing gently against his collarbone as you casually straightened the fabric.

Michael caught his breath, his shoulders freezing instantly under your touch. A soft flush crept up his neck.

To break the sudden, heavy silence, you kept your hands busy flattening the lapel of his flannel. "So, jerry mentioned we're aiming for a very specific mood today. Are you always this hands-on with the visual concepts, or am I just lucky?"

Michael let out a soft, breathy chuckle feeling at ease at the gentle flirtatious tone of yours. his eyes flicking down to his loafers for a second before meeting yours. "Always. The visuals have to dance just as much as the feet do. If the frame doesn't match the heartbeat of the track, the magic gets lost."

He paused, hesitated for a fraction of a second, his fingers tapping a nervous rhythm against his thigh before he found the courage to continue. "To be completely honest... I’ve been listening to your tracks quite a bit lately. And something about your sound, the rhythm, the attitude of it, it immediately made me envision this gritty, romantic street look. It actually inspired me so much that I ended up incorporating that exact atmosphere into the concept for 'The Way You Make Me Feel.' I wanted to use that energy here."

You smiled, stepping back slightly your eyes widening in complete surprise. A sudden rush of warmth flooded your cheeks, leaving you incredibly flattered. ""Wait... you're serious? “

Michael watched your reaction, his chest swelling with a mixture of relief and a deep, quiet affection. As you smiled up at him, your eyes bright and your nose crinkling just a bit with your laughter, he felt a sudden tug in his heart and starts to fidget with his hands. “ yeah!. . . I hope you don’t think that’s weird-“

Your hands go up in protest and quickly reassure him “ oh no not at all, I just can’t believe you got some artistic visions from my music, honestly one of the biggest compliments I can ever receive and I can say the set definitely feels alive, but I have to admit, standing under these massive rigs makes the whole project feel incredibly real all of a sudden."

God, she is so cute, he thought to himself, completely captivated by the animated expression on your face. You looked so endearing in that moment, almost like a sweet, excited bunny, and it took everything in him not to reach out and touch your cheek. He just stood there, hopelessly charmed, completely forgetting about the bustling crew around them.

Jerry, standing a few feet away with a clipboard cradled under his arm, had been watching the interaction with a keen, amused eye. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face as he stepped into their space.

"Y'all this comfortable already?" Jerry joked, raising an eyebrow at the seamless back-and-forth between you two. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you two have been rehearsing your cue timing before today. The chemistry is practically doing the directing for me."

Michael cleared his throat quickly, his eyes darting away as his hand immediately went to adjust his cuffs, completely flustered. "We're just... aligning our creative visions, Jerry."

"Right, creative visions," Jerry chuckled, waving his hand to gather the rest of the crew. "Well, let's see if that alignment translates to the lens. Come on, let's get you two under the lights."

Stepping under the intense, blinding heat of the studio lights felt entirely different. Suddenly, the casual atmosphere vanished, replaced by the weight of multiple cameras, rolling dollies, and dozens of crew members staring intently from the shadows. The sudden scrutiny brought a wave of heavy formality back into the space. When you and Michael took your positions, you naturally stood a conservative distance apart nearly four feet of safe, professional boundary between you.

The director (jerry) stared at the monitor, frowning slightly. "A little closer," he called out over the PA system.

You both took a small, tentative step inward.

"No, closer than that," the director corrected, gesturing with his hands. "Bring it in. Eliminate the dead space."

With a quiet breath, you moved firmly into his space, stopping just a foot away. The proximity was sudden and overwhelming. Michael’s gaze flicked up, and for a fraction of a second, your eyes met under the harsh spotlight. The sheer intensity of the eye contact, combined with the silence of the waiting crew, suddenly felt so absurdly serious that a small, involuntary laugh escaped your lips.

Seeing your smile break the tension, Michael let out a soft, breathy chuckle of his own, the rigid posture of his shoulders instantly melting away. He leaned in just an inch, his voice dropping to a private, comforting register meant only for you. "Do you feel comfortable?”

"Yeah," you whispered, looking up through your lashes. "Are you?"

"More than comfortable." he murmured, his eyes softening completely.

"No, no! Don’t pose! Don't look away," Jerry’s voice boomed from the darkness near the monitors, instantly halting any further words. "Just keep looking at each other, as if you guys are gonna kiss. Exactly like that."

The entire soundstage went dead silent. The cameras began to pan slowly on their tracks, capturing the raw, unscripted shift in the atmosphere. Michael didn't have to act anymore; the genuine warmth in his expression, the quiet focus in his eyes, and the way his body naturally aligned toward yours bypassed every single script note. The effortless sync between your movements created an undeniable, heavy gravity on the screen.

Over at the video village, Jerry transitioned from a smirk to pure professional awe as he watched the playback filter through the dramatic backlighting. The silhouette created by your sharp black dress and Michael's casual blue flannel.

"...Nobody move," Jerry said quietly, his voice carrying a sudden weight that made the remaining crew freeze in their tracks. He watched the screen for a few more seconds as the camera caught the exact, lingering gaze between you two.

A slow, satisfied grin finally broke across Jerry’s face as he sat back in his chair, tapping his pen against the clipboard.

"Okay," Jerry said slowly, looking up from the monitor toward the stage. "...Yeah. I think we just found the frame.”

𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐾𝑁𝑂𝐶𝐾 𝑀𝐸 𝑂𝐹𝐹 𝑀𝑌 𝐹𝐸𝐸𝑇 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑇𝑊𝑂.

‧₊ ♪˚ Summary — Months later, Michael Jackson is deep in the making of promotion for ‘Bad!’ and the visuals for “The Way You Make Me Feel,” but the inspiration behind it never fades. When her name comes up again in a casting discussion, he makes a choice that changes everything.

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‧₊ ♪˚ Note — I didn’t expect so much love on my last post, genuinely made me so happy and I wasn’t even thinking about making a part two at all, so I’m really surprised people wanted one! I’m so glad so many of you want to be tagged, and if anyone new wants to be added, just leave a comment! Also, if you have ideas for part three, feel free to drop them in the comments or my request box. I read everything and really appreciate all your suggestions, I always take them into consideration.

𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑝𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚.

May, 1987. Five months should’ve been enough time for fascination to fade right? No, in fact it had only grown roots.

The Bad album was finally finished or at least as finished as Michael Jackson would ever allow it to be. Now came promotion, interviews, wardrobe fittings, and music videos.

Long meetings with executives who talked too much and creatives who somehow never talked enough, although somewhere between the pressure of proving himself after Thriller and the endless perfectionism swallowing his schedule whole, one thing remained embarrassingly unchanged.

You.

Michael still told himself it was inspiration. Nothing more. Professional admiration, respect, inspiration, and creative curiosity yet frankly that explanation sounded much better than the truth, because truthfully? You had somehow became his mental routine.

He claimed he wasn't crushing hard, but the VHS tapes stacked next to his bedroom TV begged to differ. They were perfectly aligned. Live shows, interviews, basically anything you were on he was determined to have. He even had reruns he 'just caught on cable' and didn’t mean to record on purpose. Sure. At least, that’s what he told himself, although when confronted by others about it, he likes to claim the Lord just dropped those tapes in his lap.

Your physical merchandise was an even worse situation. Your Vinyl that he’d unbox so happily like a kid on Christmas admiring the visuals included inside. One CD somehow stayed in the car. One near the stereo at Hayvenhurst that always seemed to find its way back into rotation late at night. Those same nights he’d lay in bed opening your CD and gently sliding out the small booklet in the case. The gentle lick on the tip of his fingers for every turn of page he made. His dark brown eyes caught every detail, completely fixated on the solo shots of you. He dissected the wordplay of your lyrics like they were some kind of gateway poetry, using your mind as an excuse to feel close to you as if your songs were the key into your mind. It was poetry he never wanted to stop exploring.

Your voice had become familiar now. Dangerously familiar. The kind of familiar that sneaks up on someone before they realize they’ve memorized details they never intended to remember. You fully entered his subconscious. Favorite harmonies, the way your voice softened during quieter verses, the small tilt of your head before certain notes, and how your fingers would curl tightly on the mic whenever an intimate verse was coming.

It was ridiculous. Completely ridiculous and frankly stupid. It was all just a bunch of BS. Michael knew this.

And yet

“Michael.” Jerry Kramer music video director, whose voice snapped through his thoughts instantly.

Michael blinked and his head snapped towards Jerry. The Epic Records conference room came back into focus. Storyboards covered the long table, executives talking over one another while stacks of creative notes sat scattered between coffee cups and half-finished ideas.

Written boldly across the top of one folder sat: THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL

Michael’s fingers tapped absentmindedly against the armrest. That same rhythm again, the one that somehow always led back to you.

“We need chemistry,” one producer was saying. “Movement. Somebody who has a presence for the lead girl.” another added. Jerry flipping through endless books of casting photos of models from weeks prior auditions. “ these girls are just basic…like I can’t find a memorable face.“

Michael looked up, his eyes traveling across the room and quietly began to speak up. “I already know who I want.“

The room immediately gone quiet, everyone’s eyes quickly met Michael’s face, Jerry being the first one to cut the silence.

“Michael you haven’t seen the casting photos- man what are you talking about.“

Michael shifted slightly in his seat not liking the fed up tone Jerry had. “I know who I want, Jerry.“ he cleared his throat once. “And I can tell you, the girl….she’s got presence.”

An Executive raised a brow resting his forearms against the table. “And who would that be?”

Michael glanced down briefly at the notes in front of him. Then quietly. “…Y/n.”

The reaction was immediate. One executive blinked “Wait what? The singer?” Another exchanged looks across the table.

Jerry leans forward “okay Johnny, don’t jump the gun it doesn’t sound too bad.” the same insisting executive Johnny kept putting up a rebuttal. “okay yeah she’s pretty like really really pretty but she isn’t fit for this like there’s countless amounts of wom-“

Michaels jaw never clenched so tightly before along with his fists, he takes off his sunglasses and cuts him off. “…enough please…do you mind leaving this discussion? “

The executives eyebrows furrowed with an open jaw almost wanting to say something out of protest but nothing came out. Quickly Jerry threw his hand up towards him “ Well Go on, get! “ he quickly grabs his folder and leaves the room.

“Well…..now that that’s…handled?….um Mike she is getting a lot of attention right now,” someone added, flipping through paperwork absentmindedly. “Rising audience, strong image…I think it would be really good publicity for you. “

“And she’s incredibly photogenic,” another voice said. “People love mystery…including you sir.”

Michael stayed quiet, too quiet. Like he was trying very hard not to seem invested, but desperately failed.

Jerry tapped his pen against the storyboard thoughtfully. “I like the idea man but….” he sighs. “That whole video depends on the On-Screen tension you guys have with one another like you guys will actually have to get along, and she can be rude for all you know.”

Michael looked up quickly. “We’re gonna get along just fine Jerry.” The words came out a little too fast. A little too certain.

Jerry noticed. So did everyone else. A slow grin spread across one executive’s face. “You really thought about this, huh?”

Michael immediately leaned back. “No,” he said quickly. “I just, she fits the song.”

Fits the song. Understatement of the century.

Michael paused. Then, quieter now. “She’s authentic.” The room settled. Michael’s voice shifted slightly whenever he talked about artistry. More thoughtful. More precise. “She doesn’t try too hard,” he continued. “There’s somethin’ natural about her. She doesn’t ask for attention…” A pause. “…people just give it to her.”

Silence.

Then someone near the coffee machine muttered quietly “…Damn, Mike.” A few amused smiles spread around the room.

Michaels brows furrowed with a small nervous chuckle. “…What?” Jerry hid a laugh behind his hand. “Man,” he said, shaking his head slightly, “you sound like you’re pitching the love of your life.”

Michael didn’t even try to hide the shift in his energy anymore, Michael gestured once toward the table. “I’m not pitching my love life,” he added quickly. “Just tell me you’ll get me her contact information, Quincy wasn’t capable of doing so.” That got a reaction. One of the executives coughed a laugh into their hand. Jerry leaned back, amused now in a different way. “You’re serious.”

Michael nodded once. “Jerry you know me..” Then Jerry shook his head slightly, still smiling. “…your right, I do..” he said finally, “we can make that happen, but if she isn’t available then get ready to look through these.” He gestures to the casting photos.

Hayvenhurst, Encino California — His Bedroom.

It took awhile. Which put Michael in a sour mood, it was like a child that was refused to candy, and everyone knows when it comes to Michael Jackson, things should be done quickly. By the time the call reached him later that night around 7:30, he was already pacing his room again restless, waiting like he hadn’t just finished an entire album cycle.

Then eventually sat on the floor next to his shelves going to organize his records for the 4th time this week but

The phone rang.

Once.

Twice.

Michael instantly pushed himself off from the floor and walked towards his nightstand picking up the phone and sitting down.

“Mike.” Jerry’s voice was heard through the speaker, and Michael immediately straightened up.

“I got it.”

Michael froze slightly. “…You got it?”

“Her manager’s contact,” Jerry confirmed. “Don’t make it weird.”

Michaels face started to produce the biggest smile on his face, his left hand clutching the phone tightly like he was going to pop like a ballon.

“…I won’t Jerry, please…let me just write it down” he said no doubtlessly cheery.

Jerry made a sound that clearly didn’t believe him. “Uh-huh….” Then repeated the number to Michael for him to write down.

Afterwards Michael hung up and stood there for a second, staring at the phone like it had just changed his entire day. Her contact information, actually in his possession. For reasons he couldn’t entirely explain, the slip of paper suddenly making him feel nauseous by sitting between his fingers. He had worked with countless people before. Called hundreds. Actors. Models. Dancers. Producers.

So why did this feel different?

Michael exhaled quietly, running a hand over the back of his neck before beginning to pace the studio floor, loafers clicking softly against the ground.

Okay.

Think.

Professional.

This was professional.

He just needed to call and pitch the idea.

Simple.

Easy.

Normal.

Yet somehow, every version of the conversation in his head sounded wrong. What if you thought it was strange?

What if you said no?

Maybe calling immediately felt too sudden. Too intimidating.

His eyes drifted toward the nightstand.

Flowers.

Professional flowers.

Respectful flowers.

Not romantic.

Definitely not romantic.

His fingers tapped lightly against the desk as he thought.

Lilies?

Too serious.

Roses?

Absolutely not. Too obvious. Too… much.

Orchids?

Elegant. Interesting. No too formal.

Michael sighed quietly, rubbing at his temple. Why was this suddenly stressful? He liked details, in his eyes details mattered and were incredibly noticeable but for some reason, getting this right mattered more than it probably should.

His gaze landed back on the phone. Then the paper. Then the phone again. “…Don’t mess this up,” he murmured softly to himself.

“…God, she’s beautiful.” The thought slipped out before he could stop it. He shut his eyes briefly.

Flowers first.

Then the call.

The Next Morning - Los Angeles Private Offices

The building was all glass and clean lines. A bursting bold bright full of movement morning. Your manager Julian had been talking for most of the morning about schedules, meetings, rising attention the fact your name was being passed around in rooms you hadn’t even walked into yet.

Fame was beginning to feel less like a possibility and more like something already happening considering your single was already at #5 on the charts.

“There’s something else,” your manager said suddenly, glancing toward the office door.

Considering the fact he waited next to the door instead of opening it made you extremely suspicious. “I don’t really like the fact iiiiii have to open the door.”

He smiled slightly “girl relax, surprise came for you earlier.”

You roll your eyes playfully and snicker “does that mean I should still tread lightly-“ you said unison to opening the door knob and that’s when you saw it.

A large bouquet.

(I attached a visual to the flowers.)

Beautiful.

Expensive.

Carefully arranged in a way that didn’t feel casual at all.

You covered your mouth when seeing the flowers, just utterly taken aback from how grand of a gesture this was, you walk up to the bouquet and instantly begin to delicately touch the petals.

“my gosh, these are beautiful…who sent them?” you begin to look around the bouquet for a card.

“…Michael Jackson sent those.”

You would’ve laughed but the fact his tone was so serious made you stop. The room felt quieter after that, like the air had shifted slightly. You stare at the flowers for a moment longer than expected. “Julian why are you lying.”

“ y/n love i promise im not lying.“ Then he began to walk up to you and grabbed the card from his suit pocket and hand it to you.

You practically snatch it out of his hand gripping the small card with all your might and reading out the words that were written. “Hope these flowers are to your liking. — Michael.”

You look up and your eye met with Julian’s whose smile is beaming over the moon. “His number is on the back, if you don’t call him I’m gonna call him for you.”

At Night - Your House Los Angeles.

The walls of your house were too quiet. The point that the silence was screaming. The flowers still sat on the table, genuinely impossible to ignore every time your eyes drifted towards them. You hate to admit it but you had reread the card 10 times this past hour.

It looked simple and professional but it didn’t entirely feel that way. You were probably overthinking it, but gosh what if you did call him and sounded like a total idiot, but what if you don’t and then Julian does it for you and it just makes things incredibly awkward. Damned if you do damned if you don’t.

This was ridiculous what c-

Ring.

Ring.

The sudden phone ringing made you jump instantly making you curse under your breath “Holy Shit.”

Before the thoughts can settle, you think it’s Julian and go to answer. “ Hello? “

Silence, for a brief moment almost hesitant.

“Hello, is this y/n?”

Hearing that it’s someone else, you become confused and hold the receiver closer to your ear.“ yes, who’s speaking? “

Meanwhile at hayvenhurst, Michael immediately regretted every decision that led him up to this exact moment. Your soft warm voice being heard through HIS phone made him feel so hot and nervous even his leg was bouncing up and down out of anxiety.

“It’s me, Michael….Michael Jackson. “ he adjusted the phone against his ear unnecessarily. “ I hope this isn’t weird- “ his voice a lot softer now. “ or that I’m intruding, I know it’s late…” his fingers tapped nervously against his knee. “ I was just hoping you got the flowers I sent.”

You sat up straighter instantly, michael Jackson was calling you personally, at night after sending flowers, definitely normal. “…No, no it’s okay you’re not intruding.” you said quickly, still processing. A small pause and you added “ I did get the flowers, they are absolutely beautiful I’m literally looking at them right now, thank you so much for em’ “

Michael smiled immediately, an unhealthy amount. He laid on his stomach on the bed trying so hard not to start kicking his feet in joy. “ I’m really glad” his calm demeanor seeping through the phone. “I didn’t want to just have called you out randomly, but uh I really admire your work.”

The truth. The embarrassingly big truth.

“ which is why I called, “ his voice shifted slightly “ I’m in the process of working on a music video for one of my records and I was really hoping if you’d consider being the main girl.”

His stomach dropped, his mind over piling with thoughts of was it too direct? Too weird? Too much?

“ you’re serious? “

Hearing your suprised yet enthusiastic tone made Michaels mind calm down a little and start smiling again

“ yeah,” he said softly. “I’m serious…”

Now almost a mutter “I think you’d be perfect for it.”

And he meant it. More than he probably should’ve

You found yourself lightly twisting a strand of hair between your fingers, trying to stay composed even though the news had clearly caught you off guard. A small, breathy laugh followed, more disbelief than anything. “I really wasn’t expecting that…” You glanced down, then back up as if he could see it through the phone. “…But yeah. I’d love to. I’d like to hear more about what you’re thinking.”

Michael released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, it came out soft, almost relieved, and before he could stop it, a grin settled across his face small at first, then unmistakably real. “That’s perfect,” he said, voice lighter now. “That makes me really happy to hear that, l’ll call up a meeting so we can talk through everything properly,” he continued. “In detail.”

His tone shifted just slightly back into something more composed, more in control. “You won’t have to worry about a thing.” But even then, there was something warmer underneath it.

Something that didn’t quite sound like business anymore.

‧₊ ♪˚ Summary - 1986, during midnight recording sessions for “Bad,” Michael Jackson encounters a mysterious performer on TV and finds himself drawn to her in a way he can’t explain. What begins as a passing moment slowly turns into creative obsession. (The Way You Make Me Feel.) ↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇.

‧₊ ♪˚ Note - I haven’t written in about two three years, can you believe? after the recent biopic release, seeing people starting to understand a lifelong admiration of mine and produce mouth watering stories, I feel inspired to start again and be rebranded. If you want to be tagged in part 2 please comment! Hope you enjoy.

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𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑥, 𝐻𝑎𝑦𝑣𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑎.

The studio was never fully quiet at this hour. 8:30 pm. Day off. Even when the microphones were off and the room had gone still, there was always something lingering soft equipment hum, distant footsteps, the echo of unfinished sound. Michael’s compulsive mind never stopped running, it was like unstoppable wheels turning in his head that the factory refused to shut down.

His loafers tapped softly against the studio floor, each step a quiet, deliberate click that echoed faintly through the empty room, swallowed quickly by the stillness. Hypocritical considering his steps so gentle yet his frustration so intense and aggressive. He continuously started snapping lightly, testing rhythms under his breath, seeing which was smooth, more sensual or heavy backbone, he stopped instantly realizing it was becoming repetitive, he needed a track that was a little more playful, cheery and upbeat.

This time, the click of his loafers being less soft and controlled as he made his way to the brown leather sofa, subconsciously biting the inside of his lip. His arms laying on the armrest, fingers starting to tap, producing a beat against the sofa. Underneath a soft beatbox formed in his breath, layered and instinctive, that soon gets put to an end.

Michael mutters “…hm…better.”

He tilted his head back, eyes catching the warm glow of the studio light overhead. Frustration started to build in quiet waves, settling behind his expression as he drew in a slow breath and let it out in a tired sigh. Reaching across the coffee table, he took a sip of orange juice, the brief moment of stillness grounding him. Then, for a rare pause, his slender fingers found the remote. He shifted toward the left side of the room where the television sat, the quiet break in his focus finally pulling him toward distraction as he turned it on.

The television hummed to life with a low electric buzz, the screen shrinking briefly into a bright line before blooming into grainy color. Michael sank back slightly, thumb pressing against the thick plastic buttons of the remote. Each channel changed with a soft click, the picture lagging for half a second before settling bursts of static, distorted commercials, late-night hosts in oversized suits, reruns washed in warm studio lighting.

Click.

Soap opera, dramatic music and constant betrayals? Typical. Next!

Click.

Rerun of this mornings news, I’m yawning. Next!

Click.

The familiar Tonight Show Johnny Carson band intro playing softly. Now I’m intrigued.

The signal crackled faintly between channels, quick flashes of static interrupting the screen before another image settled into place. Michael’s thumb paused against the remote. The host’s voice drifted through the speakers, half-listened to, introducing a guest performer whose name he only barely caught over the quiet hum of the studio.

“And now, making her television debut…” Johnny’s voice carried through the studio speakers, easy and familiar, “a very special guest…”

Then came the music. The camera panned toward the stage light washing over it in a soft haze before finally settling on you.

Michaels breath hitched.

There you stood behind the mic stand, framed by warm lighting that softened everything around you. Midnight-black satin caught the glow in quiet flashes, the elegant slip dress simple but impossibly striking cream lace tracing delicate details, jewelry understated enough to glimmer only when you moved. Nothing flashy. Nothing demanding. The cameraman brought you into focus, catching the seamless way you adjusted the mic stand, cool without trying, like the movement had never once been rehearsed. strands of hair framed your face effortlessly, falling just enough to soften your features without hiding them, Michaels eyes were just stuck on yours, sensing the innocence your eyes captured. His lips on the verge of quivering at the sight of you, it’s like he saw an angelic white glow surrounding you. His long fingers, once tapping restless rhythms against the sofa, had gone still and instead subconsciously gripping the armrest of the couch, deep in his mind wishing it was your waist he was gripping if one day he were to ever hold you.

The band behind you sat beneath pale lighting, instruments glowing softly under the stage lamps while the camera occasionally drifted toward them before always finding its way back. Michales personal philosophy is performances were supposed to be spectacle. Entertainment. Movement, theatrics, something to hold an audience by force if needed. Music videos, stages people wanted to feel like they were watching a show. He knew that better than anyone.

But this?

You barely moved from behind the microphone. And somehow, it worked, for him at least. Then your voice arrived. Low at first. Velvet soft. Smoky around the edges, aching in places that felt unintentional as if the song had lived somewhere inside you long before tonight. There was something dreamlike in the way you sang, melancholic but warm, harmonies drifting behind your voice like a memory refusing to leave. Michael felt his jaw loosen slightly. It was like his body was entering a state of bliss, not a single part of the song made him feel overwhelmed, overstimulated or heard a sound that clashed with another element within the music. The room had gone still. At some point, he had stopped hearing the hum of studio equipment altogether.

Then the camera shifted. A side angle this time. And for half a second, just half your eyes met the lens. Something in his chest tightened unexpectedly, he felt a rush to his cheeks, a sense of shyness like a teenage boy encountering his first crush, the sudden butterflies that manifested in his stomach made him feel the need to look away although you weren’t looking at him. His thumb hovered uselessly over the remote. He should’ve changed the channel by now. Should’ve gone back to work. Instead, he found himself distracted breaking down details he had no reason to notice the way your delicate fingers curled around the mic stand, the way you licked your delicious lips between lyrics absentmindedly, the moles on your face, the occasional hair toss and the softness in your expression between verses.

Like if he looked long enough, maybe he’d understand why he suddenly couldn’t look away.

“…she’s a product of loveliness..” he murmured quietly, almost frustrated by you.

And for the first time all night, the unfinished music waiting for him across the room didn’t seem nearly as important. Then came another line from your performance.

“This feeling you’re giving me, knocks me off my feet babe, it’s my favorite part.”

Something in the way you sang it warm, longing, effortless, made him pause, registering the potential your lyrics had. His fingers started moving again.

Tap. Tap-Tap.

Against the leather armrest.

Without realizing it, a rhythm began forming in his head. Brighter. More alive. Something with movement. The complete opposite of the slow haze drifting through the television speakers. Upbeat. Playful. Restless in the way fascination often was.

Michael straightened suddenly.

“…wait.”

His fingers tapped faster now, testing the rhythm before softly beatboxing beneath his breath, piecing together sounds only he could hear.

He stood quickly, crossing the room in hurried steps toward the studio notebook left carelessly beside stacks of cassettes. Pages flipped. A pen clicked. Ideas spilled faster than he could organize them fragments of feeling, unfinished phrases, emotions arriving before structure.

The Next Morning. — His Room.

Sleep had never really happened, not properly, well it hadn’t really happened since his accident at least. Only brief moments of closing his eyes before melodies interrupted, before thoughts rearranged themselves into rhythms that refused to stay quiet.

By morning, the fascination hadn’t faded. Michael sat on the edge of his bed for a long moment, still in yesterday’s clothes, hands loosely clasped as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them anymore. But his mind wasn’t still at all, his mind never stopped working even in his sleep, It kept going back. To you, your voice.

The way it didn’t try to impress anyone and still held him completely still. He exhaled softly.

“…Why am I thinking about her like this?” he thought, almost frustrated.

He didn’t even know you. You were just a face on a screen. A performance. Yet his mind was treating you like you were his everything, your face was like a melody that refused to resolve. He lay back slowly, one arm covering his eyes. And in the silence behind his thoughts, the rhythm from yesterday began again cleaner now, more certain.

Restless. Alive.

The same feeling you carried without trying.

“…You knock me off my feet, babe,” he murmured again, softer this time.

There was a small stillness. Because somewhere between sleep and thought, something clicked into place that he didn’t fully want to name yet. The song wasn’t just a feeling anymore. It had a direction and the direction was pointing to you.

The Afternoon — Westlake Studios

The studio reflected it.

Music sheets sprawled messily across the console, notebook pages ripped out and abandoned on the floor, discarded after being rewritten, revised, rewritten again. Half-finished phrases crowded the margins in hurried handwriting, crossed out only to be circled moments later. Michael paced the room, loafers clicking quicker this time, restless energy following each step.

“It’s gotta feel…” he muttered, hands moving instinctively as if trying to shape the sound in the air itself. “Like…like excitement, y’know? But not obvious. Not too heavy, if just falling in love was in one distinctive sound. “

He snapped suddenly. “Fun. But still… infatuated.”

Quincy watched from behind the mixing console, one brow slowly raising as Michael launched into another explanation something about rhythm, movement, wanting people to feel the energy instantly, Quincy unexpectedly develops a grin on his face, mentally snickering at Michael’s expense. “right right, I see your direction..”

Michael side eyes Quincy while softly bobbing his head. “Good, Good…I’d hope so…” Michael continued quickly “It needs bounce, I’m thinking like a snare…bass line maybe?” fingers tapping an invisible beat against his thigh. “ it’s like somebody got in your head and suddenly you can’t stop thinkin’ about ’em like…”

He stopped feeling entirely frustrated. “…I know what I wanna say, I just—” he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his curls. “…it’s never been difficult to hash out a concept. “

Quincy leaned back in his chair, quiet for a second, arms crossed, entirely too amused. He had grown accustomed to Michael’s control freak nature when it came to his music. No doubt about it, Michael always approached his craft with hard work, repetition, self-discipline, and an almost obsessive need to perfect every detail until it matched exactly what he heard in his head. It had always been second nature to him. But Quincy had also noticed something else over time.

Whenever Michael got stuck on a certain concept, especially one with romantic undertones, he didn’t just hit a creative block he fixated. Like there was a muse somewhere behind it that he wasn’t exactly willing to talk about, And this album mattered too much for distractions.

Bad was more than just a project. It was a statement. Proof that Michael Jackson could stand completely on his own after Thriller and still deliver hit after hit without being seen as a one-time phenomenon. Quincy needed to understand what was going on in his head creatively. And if there really was a muse behind this shift in his sound, then he needed to know.

Q, leaning back in his arm, arms crossed nonchalantly as he watched Michael’s expressive concerns with quiet amusement. “Mike.”

Michael almost instantly feeling kinda embarrassed finally takes a seat from pacing anxiously for so long. “Yeah Q? Sorry about the tangent-“

“who is she.” Quincy’s words shifting the entire room’s atmosphere in something so unexpected, Michael not being able to hide his expression on his face, it was a dead giveaway.

His nervous repetitive blinks. “who’s who?” His mind races nonstop just repeating in his head, how does he know.

“C’mon, Mike… I ain’t stupid.” Quincy gestured toward the chaos of papers scattered across the studio. “I left you a voicemail around 8:45. I know your ass wasn’t sleepin’… and I know you weren’t with your family, so—”His small grin grew as he leaned back slightly. “So what’s up?”

Michael glanced down at the scattered pages again as if they might defend him on his behalf. “…No,” he said finally, but it came out weaker than intended. “It’s not like that.”

Quincy didn’t even look convinced.

Michael turned away, walking back toward the console, but his focus wasn’t really on the equipment anymore. It kept slipping back to rhythm, back to feeling, back to a voice he’d only heard once but couldn’t seem to forget. That voice, soft, warm, and effortless like it didn’t need permission to stay in his head. He hated how easily it returned. He hated how that night he fantasized how your voice would sound producing small gasps of air, whimpers, quivering from his touch. The thought made him feel dirty yet excited. It just felt right. As if something inside him had already accepted it without asking.

He exhaled under his breath. “It’s just inspiration,” he muttered, more to himself than Quincy, but even that didn’t sound true. Quincy kinda rolled his eyes and instantly thought Michael was full of shit.

“ nonthless a women right? “

Michael spins in his chair, looking up at the celling counting the light bulb. “I suppose..”

Quincy scoffs playfully and gives him a playful look “ you can be inspired by a lil ass, it’s not a crime..” he shrugged

Michael immediately straightened, a wave of embarrassment creeping in as he covered part of his face with his hand, letting out a small, nervous giggle. “ Q! You don’t say those things!….” He lets out one more amused sigh “…it’s not like that…I saw her perform on the tonight show last night…and just..she’s breathtaking..”

His ears perked up. “Oh… you mean Y/n? I did not expect that..” Quincy nodded, tone shifting slightly more serious. “Yeah. She’s been uhhhh getting a lot of attention lately. People at Sony been talking about bringing her in.”

Michael paused at Quincy’s words. Then, before he could stop himself, something in his expression shifted subtle, but there. Interest. Not the kind he wanted to admit to.

“…She’s being talked about…seems like she’s gonna be big huh? ” he asked, trying to sound casual, but the edge of curiosity slipped through anyway. Quincy caught it immediately. He leaned forward slightly, a small grin returning. “Look at you,” he said. “Now you’re askin’ questions.”

Michael straightened quickly, as if that alone was suspicious. “I’m not asking questions,” he said. “I’m just… clarifying.”

Quincy let out a short laugh. “Man, don’t start that.” He gestured toward Michael like he was presenting evidence in a case. “You saw her once and now you got half a studio floor covered in torn pages, you pacing like you lost your mind, and you can’t even sit still for five minutes.”

Michael opened his mouth, then closed it again “ it isn’t a big crush…” he said more quietly, always feeling nervous in stating women he found attractive

Quincy raised a brow. “A ‘not big crush’ got you rewriting your whole rhythm pattern?” Michael scoffed softly, but it didn’t land. Quincy stood now, walking a little closer to the console.

“Mike,” he said more seriously, “I’m not even teasing you right now. Just look at the way she makes you feel.” Michael hesitated. That line lingered.

He looked down at his fingers. Still tapping. Still chasing that same beat. The same energy he couldn’t name.

“…The way she makes me feel,” he repeated under his breath, almost absent.

Quincy snapped his fingers once naively thinking Michael is going to admit it. “You’re starting to understand what I’m seeing? “

Michael blinked and It hit. Like something snapping into place behind his eyes. He stood up so fast the chair rolled slightly back.

“…That’s it.”

Quincy paused. “ You good Mike? “

“No no, that’s it,” Michael said again, faster now, excitement replacing confusion. “ ‘That feeling…the way you make me feel’…” He grabbed the pen. Words started coming immediately.

“…you really turn me on…knock me off my feet..” he murmured, half-writing, half-speaking it into existence.

Quincy watched him for a moment longer, then shook his head softly. “…Yeah,” he muttered. “You’re done for.”

Michael proved Quincy’s point further, looks up and asks “You think you can get her number for me?”

— JUST FOR YOU

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — All Rocky does is try to win your heart, but your shyness makes it 10 times harder, he decides he’ll show you his love by observing your likes and dislikes

Pairing — Rocky!Balboa X Fem!Reader

Contains of — Fluff, mentions of self-doubt, Boxing Matches, holding hands, unintentionally watching reader in secret,

Babettes note — AA ANON I LOVE THIS SM AND YOU ARE THE SWEETEST!! I love this idea and I hope I was able to fulfill your desires with this scenario!! I didn’t know the flowers you liked so I picked some random ones I hope that’s okay!! If there is anything you don’t like you can tell me and I’ll be happy to fix it, don’t be afraid to request more things! Not proofread so sorry for any mistakes

You’ve always been a shy character, it was something you couldn’t help, you had friends growing up but you just liked your own company so you avoided social interaction during your years of transitioning to a teenager to an adult

It didn’t take you long to realize that it bit you in the ass, you became even more shy than you were as a child, and social interaction was more scarier then ever.

you only had one friend from childhood, Fiona, she certainly was a snarky character but she helped you move to Pennsylvania, she got you a job at the pet shop but she didn’t mention that you’d have a dog following you around everywhere

That dog was a Local Fighter Rocky Balboa, yeah he was attractive ( like extremely attractive ) but you never received male attention ever, it was a shock to you that someone so extroverted, loud and energetic liked your type of personality

You didn’t mind the attention he gave you it’s just you didn’t know how to respond, and what’s crazy is that he never stopped his chances with talking to you, or asking you to come to one of his fights

You felt like you were in a point of your life was to keep working and getting out of the poor side of Philadelphia, you thought you weren’t able to get a partner in this stage ( it’s your shyness stop the cap ) but on the other hand rocky was in awe of you

He likes the drastic differences in your guys personalities he definitely believes in “ opposites attract “ and not to mention the fact he found you insanely pretty, he just had to have a chance with you, but it seems like no matter what he does you always brush him off

He knows you don’t do it purposely but it still sorta bugged him, but he only viewed it as a sign to keep proving to you until you guys went on a date together so that’s exactly what he did on your Saturday off work

But it was unintentional, none of you guys knew you both liked to go to the fancy rich downtown side of Philadelphia, you liked the stores, the lights, the way the sun shined down it and the atmosphere, meanwhile rocky just walked around to clear his mind, two different reasons but it works!

While rocky walked down the sidewalk of the fancy town bouncing the blue toy ball he looks up at this flower shop, he noticed a lady staring at a certain bouquet of flowers, a mesmerizing combination of white lilacs and red dahlias. He couldn't quite explain why he was fixated on this seemingly random lady, but an inexplicable familiarity drew him in. So, he patiently waited for this lady to turn around.

When “ this lady “ was you and you did turn around, Rocky's face lit up with joy, and a warm smile graced his features. He intended to approach you, but just as he was about to, you turned on your heel and walked away. A frown crept onto his face, but he decided to visit the flower shop's window instead. There, he inquired about the price of the lilac and dahlia bouquet.

Back in Rocky's apartment, he grabbed a couple of ice cubes from the freezer and placed them on his forehead. His love for you drove him to want to provide everything you needed and deserved, but he faced financial constraints, struggling even to take care of himself. Determined, he knew he had to find his next fight to secure the money for that special bouquet.

Night fell, and Rocky continued his routine of stopping by at the pet shop. Each morning and evening, he'd pop in to check on the animals and share his daily joke with you. However, this time, he didn't show up. Worried that he might have given up on you, you asked Fiona about his whereabouts, trying not to arouse suspicion.

"Hey Fiona! Do you happen…to know where Rocky is?..by any means?.." You nervously inquired.

Fiona glanced up from her magazine, still somewhat engrossed in it. "Hmm, no, hun, I don't. I think Paulie mentioned something about a fight earlier at the bar," she replied casually.

You oddly forget that he fights for a living, It was one thing to enjoy watching others in the ring, but the thought of him enduring punches and blows for a paycheck weighed heavily on your mind more than it should if your being honest

Sweating and panting, Rocky waited in the locker room with an ice pack on his forehead, eagerly anticipating his earnings as the victorious fighter. The sum was $200, but after deductions for showers and towels, he was left with $100.

“ hey rocky, here’s your share for tonight ah, so 200 dollars but with shower, towel, etc fee that’s a hundred dollars less, but with you being the winner I’m living you with 100 “

Either way His excitement soared, not because he was thinking of paying his rent, but because he finally had enough to buy you the bouquet you deserved.

The next day, he returned to the flower shop, joyfully paid for the flowers, although the cashier might’ve thought he was too excited because after she said the price he slammed a 20 dollar bill on the counter with an eager smile

( AUTHORS NOTE!!! 20 dollars might not seem ALOT but I tried doing some research of prices back then and now, and the economy has changed alot, so back than 20 dollars would have the modern value of 120 dollars so it was extremely expensive back then )

and brought them back to his apartment, placing them in a vase. He patiently waited until your shift ended, timing his arrival perfectly. As you locked up the store and waved goodbye to the puppies in the window, he hid the bouquet behind his back.

"Yo, Y/n!" he called out, surprising you with his presence at this hour.

Startled yet delighted at his voice, you turned around to see Rocky's beaming face and noticed his concealed hands. "Oh, hi, Rocky. Um, what are you doing out here so late?" You asked hesitantly, eager to engage in conversation for the first time.

Rocky chuckled warmly and replied, "You think I can't protect myself? Well, I got you something. I hope you like them; I think they're really special."

In an instant, you was presented with a dazzling bouquet of lilacs and dahlias, exactly the one you had admired in the downtown shop. Your smile radiated happiness as you gratefully accepted the flowers. This thoughtful gesture made you see Rocky in a whole new light.

"Wow! These are absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much!" You exclaimed, overflowing with joy. You hugged him tightly, prompting him to shift the bouquet to his opposite hand, laughter bubbling up at your unexpected reaction.

Unable to contain your gratitude, you continued, "I can't possibly thank you enough. You didn't have to, and how did you even know I loved these?"

Rocky, slightly bashful, replied, "Well, you see, I can be very focused on things, and I thought you'd like 'em you know and uh they are just for you. " He offered to walk you home, and you accepted. As you guys strolled down the sidewalk, you subtly inched your pinky closer to his hand, a silent invitation from your shy nature. He smiled and, taking the hint, gently held your hand.

"You tryna hold my hand now, babe?" he teased. You chuckled and warned, "I can stomp on these, you know." He bent down to leave a kiss on top of your head, and together, you guys continued walking, talking about his fight the previous night and forging a deeper connec

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Here are some Kenons of Ryan!Ken dating reader that is from the real world!

Contains of — How you and Ken met, How Ken is during a relationship, Love languages, And just basic “ girlfriend and boyfriend “ things

Pairing — Ryan!Gosling Ken X Fem!Reader

Note — bro I love this movie so much and I thought I would write for him!! After some Ken appreciation I’ll go back to writing for Wednesday and Rocky also guys REQUEST STUFF please keep me busy I’ll be updating my master list as well <3

Might be long sorry pookie

— MEETING

— let’s start off how you two met. You recently have moved to LA from Nevada to pursue your career of modeling, and of course you had no idea where anything is, you needed directions on where the nearest gas station is.

— the closest person near you was this attention-grabbing guy wearing a rather bold statement of an outfit, a black cowboy outfit with a pink bandanna tied around his neck, and oh before I forget a white cowboy hat 💀.

— people definitely don’t dress like that in Nevada but this is LA so this is probably normal you thought ( why?Idk ) so you asked the man

“ hi! Excuse me, do you know where the nearest gas station is, I just moved here so I’m not very familiar with the area! “

— Ken of course was very surprised, shocked,confused,happy and people might even say honored to be asked for DIRECTIONS by a women, it was a culture shock moment for him but was extremely happy to fulfill your question.

— big shocker, as handsome Ken was, he was no help, so you stop by the local police station for directions just to find him there again do you know why?no, but it worked out in your favor because I can say you two starting seeing each other more after that incident.

- you guys started seeing each other for a good month before he asked you out, I’m convinced he falls in love easily so it wasn’t long till he asked you if he can be your boyfriend and you best believe he was the happiest man on earth when you said yes

He was so hoping you weren’t like Barbie and just gonna friend zone him 😪

- ACTIONS

— now let’s get into how he behaves in a relationship, technically he was in one before you ( with Barbie ) but they never did girlfriend and boyfriend things and he didn’t felt or was treated like a boyfriend so to him, your guys relationship was his very first and was excited to make it your best one yet

- he is very new to this so excuse him if he is extremely clingy and overly affectionate with and towards you, you can say it’s just in his nature ( bro is literally a accessory Mattel’s words not mine )

- as for love languages he doesn’t really know much about them, he considers those love languages as just normal girlfriend and boyfriend things but when you tell him about it then he’ll understand it’s just a preferred way of showing love

- personally I think he will be big on public display of affection, he would love holding your hand, kissing you, hugging you and would have no shame in doing so, he will be slighty disappiointed ( more like insecure) if YOU aren’t big on PDA as he is

- but if you are he will just be off the roof just excited that your as happy to touch him and he is to touch you. But it wasn’t always this easy, he was honestly kinda nervous to even touch you, being rejected so many times he didn’t want to expect the same treatment or make you uncomfortable

- how you two starting showing more physical intimacy it was during your first “ sleepover “ you guys were having a wonderful time but it finally came down to you guys sleeping, and of course the sleeping arrangements were you two in the same bed

- when you two laid down you guys were just sticks not moving or anything it was intensely awkward, it took you to make a move and hold his hand, obviously his cheeks turned into a light pink tint and looked at you instantly with love in his eyes

— it was an amazing feeling for him but he wanted more, he wanted to have you against his chest holding onto him, like hugging but he didn’t know the term in the real world it was just hugging to him

“ can I hug you? while laying down? “

— you obviously smile at the hugging part but you wanted nothing more than the same thing so you move much closer to him and hug him very tightly and say

“ this is what cuddling is “

— every since that day you guys were physically affectionate with each other and enjoyed every single minute of it, now Ken tries to hug, kiss and touch you everywhere now that you guys started getting more intimate ( wholesomely )

- while he is looking for a job he probably is a house husband for awhile, so before you go to work ken will probably write you sweet notes and put it in your lunch box or on the fridge, wherever he knows you’ll be able to read it

— LOVE LANGUAGES

physical touch

— as we establish he adores physical touch and he will always try to be in contact with you physically, he just loves the way your guys skin feel with each other and the emotional connection between you guys, it is something he will never ever get over

— Especially kisses. Wether it’s pecks on the lips or full blown passionate making out it makes him feel like on another world and extremely happy. While cuddling makes him feel soft, and comfortable and Just really relaxed within your vibe and touch

— one thing he does ( I’m not sure if it’s creepy or romantic ) is once you’ve fallen asleep he will just stare at you and move strands of hair out of your face just admiring you and wondering how lucky he is to be your Ken

Words of affirmations

— other than physical touch, I think words of affirmations is the way he likes being shown love, being shown praise is something that makes him feel delighted ( horny ) and overall important towards you, wether it’s a compliment or a genuine message you tell him, he will love and hold it dearly to his heart

— he would definitely verbally express his love for you, a lots of “i love you“ “you are so gorgeous“ “you are amazing“ “ you are doing a wonderful job “ and so much more, i believe he just wants you to know you are amazing and that he will always appreciate you

“ i love you y/n you are the best thing that has every happened to me and you’ve made me feel enough and important and I love you for that and you are like so cool “

— the first time you said I love you or something along the lines of that, bro literally gasps and is in shock because he never expected a you to say that to someone like him and it definitely has made his day ( more like his life )

Gift giving

— i think these would be the last on this list, when he does get a job, he would probably just buy anything horse related but knowing how obsessive he is, he is definitely a good listener and would know whenever you want or need something and definitely buy it in a heart beat

— but on rare occasions when you guys are out somewhere he will see small things like a leaf or a coin and literally give it to you because it either represents a feature of yours or just reminds you of him in some weird romantic way

— on the other hand he would love JUST LOVE and deeply cherish every single gift or thing you give him, no matter if you bought it, stole it, made it, found it he will love it, honestly he will love anything you even touch

— probably after your work or his work, he will buy you a little something and some flowers just to see a smile on your face, seeing you happy is the only thing that matters to him and will keeping doing anything to make or see you smile

Quality time

— i dont think he will view this as an act of love but just something you do on a daily, just being next to each other or just being in the same house makes him comfortable knowing you are just there with him

— however anytime you guys are doing something like sleepover activities he will love it, and make him feel appreciated knowing you want to do these things with him instead of your friends

— but if it’s simpler things like getting food,walking around,going to the mall he wouldn’t necessarily think to much on it during the moment but at night he will definitely look back at those wonderful times between you two and truly value the time you guys spend together

— DATES

— dates will definitely be something special between you guys even thought they are probably the average dates you see in the movies it is still cute and memorable for Ken since he hasn’t been able to experience something like that in Barbieland

- the dates with include some movie dates, getting ice cream or frozen yogurt, walking together to go get lunch, beach dates he will absolutely die seeing you in a bathing suit, going to the park to feed ducks, or just cuddling in bed watching movies

- as obviously as this is i probably still have to state this, his favorite date will definitely be anything beach related he loves the sun, playing volleyball, surfing, building sand castles seeing how the beach world is in the real world he does get slightly obsessed with it for awhile and is the only place he wants to be at for the summer

- but he will definitely listen to you and what dates YOU enjoy, he wants to make you happy and would want to do anything to maintain that happiness so he will go do activities that interest you or make you excited even if it isn’t his cup of tea, just as long he can go surfing after hehehe his rules not mine

— LAST ONE. PET NAMES

— for the first ones it is plain and simple, the obvious babe and baby, he will use both but I think he will use babe the most, it’s simple it’s casual just an everyday thing he can use but when he wakes up all tired and sleepy he will use

“ hmm good morning baby “

— when he discovers any pet names in any other languages that sound remotely cool and romantic to him be will throw them at you 24/7, like Mi Amor or Hermosa, it will take awhile for him to go back to babe and baby

— when you use pet names on him it will drive him absolutely insane, just hearing those words come out of your mouth makes him all giggly and excited but he will want to remind chill and cool about it but most of the time doesn’t succeed

— he loves the nicknames handsome, baby, and my love but when he hears how you refer him to other people he just goes into a state of shock he will fall face first when he hears you refer him as “ my man “ towards other people he just goes like “ AAAAAAA”

- he loves calling you pet names and he loves hearing you call him pet names it is and will always be the highlight of his morning,evening and night and he still gets giggly about it no Mather how many times you call him that

TULSA KING

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Some Head Canons of dating Dwight Manfredi!

Contains of — Physical touches, Dates, Love languages, Romantic atmosphere, etc. ♡

My note — Hii!! Tysm for this request, very much appreciated! Honestly I didn’t know what type of relationship you wanted with Dwight like lovers or friends so I picked lovers but if that isn’t what you wanted then please let me know I’ll be happy to change it! Otherwise thank you for requesting and reading!!⭐️

— Dwight can be sorta complicated, being in prison for over 20 years has definitely left him touch starved but he will always stick to his Old-School manners.

— Which leaves you like “ should I touch him or no “ but you notice that behind close doors he will insist physical contact, while in public he’ll tone it done a lot by just a kiss on your forehead and his hand on your waist once in awhile!

- it gets obvious that his love language is Touch & quality time together, As much as he loves holding you while you are on his chest, he also adores just being in a room together and reading without a word being said

- But again he loves having you hold his hand or show him any sign of physical affection although he won’t verbally admit it. Speaking of that, he can be stubborn and won’t admit when he likes certain things at least affection wise

- For a second let’s retract to the first head canon, His “ Old School Ways “ dating someone in their seventies is completely different than dating someone in their twenties, not that you mind but let’s look at those differences

- He is an absolute courteous man ( gentleman ) and will always pay attention to your needs and wants. He loves to be a man of his word so whatever he tells you or promises you, he will do it without a doubt

- He believes that you deserve the highest of treatment, He will always pull out your chair and push it back in when you’ve sat down, Open all the car doors and doors to places for you, Pay for almost every meal, give you massages whenever you are stressed or tired, Make you coffee or tea when you wake up and whatever else you can think of!

- damn he is setting the bar high for me 💀 anyways😓

- For date nights it will always be incredibly romantic and seem like something straight out of a romance novel. The most regular and common one you guys would have is a Fancy Candle Lit dinner at a high end restaurant with top notch service and food that always manages to amaze you

- Another one will be a lovely night at a small cozy book store somewhere near downtown it can just be you two reading for hours while drinking caffè latte or latte macchiatto with tunes of piano in the background

- Lastly it can be around the afternoon maybe sunset, you guys will have a picnic at a beach or park and have a couple of books with you, eat while reading , maybe talk about the plot/authors and after take a stroll on the beach or park after the lunch and just talk for hours until night

- he adores spending large amounts of money on you, he understands money might not be everything for you or isn’t as special as quality moments but he still wants you to have nice things wether it’s jewelry or the newest skincare products you know?

- Whatever you add to your shopping car, whatever you stare at longer than 5 seconds, Whatever you talk about, he will manage a way to buy it, he believes giving you whatever you want has no price and he sometimes takes it quite literally

- One time you were upset your favorite artists album sold out quickly and Dwight being Dwight he found a way to get one, one with a personal signature of the artist he says no harm done but that’s obviously a lie.

- Another time you were eyeing a new food item on your phone that looked delicious, you never spoke about it but Dwight being observant and sometimes not intentionally, he picked up on it, figured which restaurant had it, picked it up and surprised you with the meal!

- when you were ranting about your friends new Vivienne Westwood necklace he quickly searched up where and when he can get it as soon as possible and it didn’t take long for you to receive a fancy package outside your door

- He loves seeing your reactions to romantic dates or expensive gifts he randomly gives you or even the random acts of service he does for you but nothing beats it better then your smile in the morning when he asks you how did you sleep 🤍

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Rocky invites you to his place after a short date but thing is you didn’t expect the outcome.

Contains of — Rocky’s turtles, his decent couch, endless amount of snacks in his fridge and a kiss at the end🤭

Visualization — Rocky and Adrian date scene<3

Babette’s note — you know the scene where rocky takes Adrian for their first date and invites her to his place and they kiss at the end, it’s basically this but with you as Adrian and a semi switch of script, it’s set in the first rocky film! Not proofread <3

- you and rocky are walking back to a set of some apartments while talking well mainly him but it’s still conversation.

- after he calls someone a bum he speaks up saying “ I think we make a real sharp couple of coconuts “

- you chuckle and respond with a “ yeah? You think so? “

- “ yeah, I’m dumb your shy what do you think huh “

- he smiles then slightly pats your shoulder and drops his hand down after doing so

- you were rewinding your guys conversation together and went back to the topic of him being a fighter so

- you spoke up about it. “ hm, I don’t..understand why anyone would want to be a fighter “

- “ hey you’ve gotta be a moron, you got to be a moron to want to be a fighter “ he states, while taking the cigarette out of his mouth

- you looked at him confused at first thinking he got into the fighting industry because he enjoyed it, I guess not

- with rocky still ranting he continues expressing the stupidity-ness with his hands, while looking back at you “ you know what I mean? “

- he ends his sentence with a strong “ it’s a racket that you’re almost guaranteed to end up a bum “

- you slighty frown at the comment so I guess you reassure him that You don’t view him as one “ I don’t think you’re a bum “

- “ well I’m atleast half a bum, you know “

- you guys reach to the front of the stairs which you assume is his apartment which leaves you kinda nervous

- but you forget about your anxiety when he speaks up again “ I’ll tell you one thing, worst thing about fighting is the morning after“

- rocky then leans on the brick wall with the cigarette in his mouth still expressing the “ pain “ he has in the morning afterwards with his hands

- “ I’ll tell you, yeah the morning after fighting your nothing but a large wound you know what I mean“

- you look down and chuckle while shaking your head not knowing how to respond but luckily he continues talking

- “ sometimes I got pains all over me I feel like calling a taxi to take me from the bed to the bathroom “

- you were impressed by how much he was talking, as someone who never spoke up it seemed like a whole lot but what can you say it’s rocky we are talking about

- “ you know what I mean, your hair hurts, your eyes hurt, your face looks all busted up your hands are swollen you know “

- he starts to walk up closer until he turns to his side to show you his side profile mainly pointing towards his nose

- “ look at this face, sixty-four (64) fights, look at that nose, see that nose? “

- he looks back at you kind of expecting an answer from you which luckily you caught on on

- you nod and respond with a “ yeah what about it “

- “ about it? That nose ain’t never been broken before sixty-four (64) fights I had guys busting on it, I had guys chewing on twisting punching it “

- towards the end of that sentence he makes slightly light uppercut punches towards you as an example of what happened to his nose in previous fights

- “ I mean, whack, tsh, pfft, boom. These guys hitting my nose all the time never broke it, “

- he puts his finger under the tip of his nose pushing it up showing how it’s never been broken. “ I’m very proud of that it’s rare, that’s rare “

- you hate to be the Debbie-downer of things but you still showed your concern for rocky. “ why do you do it if it hurts “

- when rocky turns up to go walk on the stairs he says “ why do you think? “

- you grab the stair handle and make some sorta swing on it and responding back with “ causeeee, you can’t sing or dance?

- “ yeah something like that “ he opens the front protective door and leans on it pointing his finger towards the door saying “ hey wanna come inside “

- this was the part you got anxious, there was an awkward silence for awhile, because you kept looking down but you’d figured it’d be easier if you told him it was late instead of staying quiet

- “ erm no I gotta go it’s kinda late “ before you even spat out your sentence you can already feel his disappointment in your response, trying to pursue you to come inside again

- “ hey come on, hey I got some animals I got these rare very rare animals inside, come on “ he was gonna say come on again until you cut him off with a “ no no I gotta go “

- he can feel your uncomfortableness so he tries to crack a joke to let the intensity down “ I gotta go too, I gotta go to the bathroom come on! “

- you really wanted to come inside but your nervousness got the best of you and told you no you gotta go which made you tell rocky that as well, “ no I really gotta go “

- “ hey I got, hey look at this face is that a face you can trust? You can trust or what? Huh? Is it?Gotta stick this face on a stamp what do you think? *chuckle* huh, come on “ he walks into the building with a come on

- after being pursued you still decided to stay outside to see what he would ( totally not because you were hesitant ) he gets his head out of the door frame making a hand motion to invite you in “ yo! Come on “

- you still waited outside.

- from the building rocky just slightly opens the door more open, from your view it just looks like it’s only his hand pushing it open

- it took you awhile but you eventually just took a deep breathe in and out and took your first few steps on the stairs, you stopped again

- and looked at the building number “ 1818 “ and walked the rest of the steps closing the door behind you. As you walk behind rocky to his apartment he opens the door turning on the light switch

- with an sound effect “ click “ he slightly stands behind the door making a motion to let you inside closing the door afterwards.

- you look around making a quick observation before he can catch you intensely staring at the whole place thankfully he spoke up “ Yo! Y/n you hungry? “

- at first you just look down and shake your head in a response of no but he continued to insist on you eating something

- “ I got some things in there I got uh if you like soda some donuts or something “

- you just lightly smile and respectfully decline again “ no thank you “

- “ you sure? A couple of cupcakes huh? No ? I think I got uh some chocolate in there, no? “

- you shake your head again and just awkwardly stand there watching him remove his leather jacket and hat

- you were looking around the place until your eyes made back to him and saw him taking off both his vest and turtleneck

- leaving him in his white ripped tank top, you visibly got flustered and red, more then you should’ve to be honest

- but you were also confused it was freezing in the apartment. After he throws his vest and turtle neck on the counter he says “ it’s hot in here you know “

- you definitely do not know, it was extremely chilly and his apartment window was half opened so you figured he just took of his shirts on purpose

- snapping you out of your thinking he turns to this wall with a record player, turning it on “ I can go for some music “

- he walks forward to this small table with two bowls grabbing the “ rare “ animals he was talking about

- “ yo! Y/n these are the exotic animals I was telling you about“ he makes 2 or 3 steps with the turtles on his hands lifting them “ these are my buddies cuff and link “ he smiles.

- you have to admit when he smiles it’s definitely quite cute but you didn’t show that’s what you thought and replied deadpan like. “ I sold them to you “

- as hes placing cuff and link down he looks at you saying “ sure I know you sold them to me, remember you were working at that pet shop huh? “

- “ first day yous was there and I came in and bought both these animals huh, yeah I remember that, I came in and bought this bowl, and I bought the uh..um.. the animals themselves, the food the marbles that go on the bottom there, and that mountain “

- he demonstrates the mountain size he bought with his hands continuing on “ remember that mountain I had to get rid of that mountain though because they kept falling over and flipping you know what I mean “ he wipes his hands on his pants

- and he removes the newspaper’s off the couch letting himself sit on it. “ yo, why don’t you come on over and sit down…hm…it’s a nice couch I don’t know…there’s uh..big bugs over there you know it’s safer over here…you wanna sit down? “

- after staring at the floor for what seemed like forever you finally make eye contact with him slowly walking up towards the couch

- you look around trying to find an excuse to stall sitting next to him, ah ha, you find some pictures taped on the mirror and wall which you quickly walk up too

- you point at the black and white photo of this couple asking “ uh these your parents? “

- looking at the view of your back from the couch he says “ yeah that’s both of them there “

- you nod and look at other photos until you see one that made you giggle, a baby picture of him you say as you point towards the picture “ is this you? “

- still looking at the view of your back, he looks at you up and down making an upside down smile ( like a frown smile )

- and chuckles nodding with “ yeah that’s me when I was eight years old that’s the Italian stallion when he was a baby “

- you place the photo back where it was and walk towards to what seems like to be a beaten up mattress but look at ground instantly again when he says

- “ why don’t you come on on and make yourself comfortable, relax “ you look back at him and respond with a concerning tone “ do you have a phone? “

- he seems hesitant to respond quickly but he ends up saying “ nah I got no phone I had it pulled you know cause people calling all the time and uh..who needs the aggravation right..interruptions…”

- (INTERRUPTIONS??? Rocky boy what do you mean 😩)

- after what it seems like forever he finally says or asks the important question “ uhh who’d you want to call? “

- you were shockingly nervous to respond back to his question but you were getting really anxious that it slipped out sorta instantly “ I wanna let my brother know where I am”

- “ why? “ at that point he was really worried if he scared you or made you uncomfortable with anything he said

- you bum your gums and look up saying “ I think he might be worried “ he says while getting up from the couch “ well I’ll call your brother if that’s the problem “

- he fully opens the window until the little click sound is heard, he sticks his head out and yells so loudly “ YO PAULIE!YOUR SISTERS WITH ME!ILL CALL YOU BACK LATER!…SEE YA! “

- after that obnoxious yell for your brother he closes the window and wipes his hands on his pants waiting for that satisfaction to appear on your face

- but it never came, he figured it was the way he lived, how he has everything and how messy everything was, he didn’t entirely blame you it was dirty and not pleasant

- but he hoped and didn’t expect you to be that type of gal, he didn’t know you cared about those things so he was just blunt and straight forward

- “ whats the matter, you don’t like the room do you.. “ he looked upset and him staring you up and down didn’t make it any better

- you weren’t that type of person, you didn’t care how someone lived or where they lived, whatever works you know, whatever is affordable so when he said that

- you were being completely honest and truthful when you responded with “ it’s fine, it doesn’t bother me at all “ you hoped he knew you were being sincere

- “ well it’s only temporary you know its not bad “ you nodded and added “ yeah it isn’t “ rocky looks down than back up signing deeply while walking towards you

- making you a little intimated especially the size difference you two have. He stands tall in-front of you, putting his hands on top of this pipe above him looking down at you

- your body language automatically changed so quickly he caught on to it, at first you were standing still with your arms crossed but

- when he leaned down your arms went behind your back taking a step back with a tint of red flashing your facial cheeks

“ what’s the problem, you don’t like me? Don’t like the turtles what’s the problem? “ he says with a bit of satire to it,

it seemed like you were at a lost of words you didn’t know entirely what to say, you didn’t have a problem really you were just nervous

- thinking of an excuse you just blurted out “ I don’t belong here “ he drops his hands from the pipe and says “ it’s okay “

- you turn away from him towards the door but turn back at him repeating “ I don’t belong here “ a little bit louder

- before he can speak up you added “ I don’t belong here and I shouldn’t be here “

- since you backed up before he moves closer to you saying fast “ well you know it’s okay because your my guest “ you move away from him slowly while stating

- “ I’m sorry but erm..I don’t..know you..well enough, I’ve never been in a man’s apartment alone “

- again he steps closer to you saying hopes in response to make you stay “ well uh I..uh they are all the same..you know.. “

- and again you back away from him letting him know “ I’m not sure that I know you good enough, I’m not really comfortable “

- “well yo y/n I’m ain’t so comfortable either “ he tilts his head as he states that sentence, you look back at him once more before saying “ I should really go “

- you walk quickly towards the door hoping to unlock the door fast enough but obviously rocky caught up and quickly says “ no, don’t go please, don’t go, don’t go “ as he corners you into the door with both of his hands next to you.

- you make a deep sigh and have a visibly upset defeated face and look at both of his arms trapping you between the door. You finally look up at rocky just to see he is already deep staring your every move.

- this was one of the first time you fully had eye contact with him, especially for a long period of time for a second it seemed like you guys were trapped into each others eyes just seeing the stars in them

- you both gulp at the same time which makes you furrow your eyebrows, he says “ do me a favor? “ you surprise yourself with how quickly you say “ what is it? “

- he grabs your glasses and slowly takes them off saying “ take off these glasses “ you really wanted to grab them back and claim them but your hands weren’t moving

- you genuinely couldn’t do it or maybe you didn’t want to, you just stared at your glasses being taken off not making a sound, he places them on the self next to you and says

“ you got nice eyes “ after that comment you look down in embarrassment not knowing what to say but suddenly he lightly uses his finger to lift up your chin to say “ you know that babe? “

- he starts to grab your beret ( hat ) and slowly bring it down “ take off that hat “ having all your hair go down to your face, enhancing your beauty even more he gets a close look at your features and deeply admires them he couldn’t help but say “ always knew you was pretty “

- becoming a little bit bold you say “ don’t tease me “ with a seductive but oddly innocent tone with the doe eyes your giving him, he tilts his head and bluntly tells you “ I’m not teasing you….I’m not teasing. “

- he kinda hesitates but he leans closer and moves his face closer to yours, if you weren’t already taken back he says something that makes you more shocked then ever

“ I just…I wanna kiss you.. you don’t have to kiss me back if you don’t wanna..but I wanna kiss you. “ by the look on your face he can tell you were nervous so he started off by baby steps, he leaned in on your left cheek leaving a light peck

- he pulls away from you waiting for a negative reaction, but you just give him the stare that says “ kiss me more “ he leans in much closer and kisses the end of your lips, which was in line with his bottom lip so well you just peck his bottom lip but look down automatically

- while your guys foreheads are still connected with each others, your guys noses connect this time it was like the perfect timing you both leaned in and kissed each other

- leaving his hands from the wall he drags his hands to you waist to your shoulder kind of gripping on them, while your kiss gets intense and intimate the more your guys lips engage with each others

- having the kiss get so intense you guys just slowing slide down the wall in each others embrace , traveling your hands towards his neck bringing his face closer to yours while he sorta holds you like he would if he’d pick you up, a hand on the waist and one on the shoulders

- you guys keep switching the way you guys kiss, left to right it became kinda sloppy at this point since his nose kept going over your face and your lips kept going over his face

- as soon as you guys officially hit the ground and lean on the fridge side he moves the hair out of your neck and starts kissing to your jawline down to your collar bone, which made you accidentally let out a soft gasp and grabbing on his neck tighter

- he definitely noticed this change in body language so he quickly picked you up and laid you on his bed while having his lips inlock with yours so you didn’t make another gasp in surprise, he lays you down and stands between your legs

- he puts his hands on your hips leading up to your chest “do you wanna…you know, take off your coat? “

꒰ ⊹ ˚ . Summary — here are some jealousy head canons of Rowan laslow part one!!

Contains of — Jealousy,Slight possessiveness,Deadpan expressions, Fluff,SFW moments, Kisses, Hugs, Comforting, Pet names !!

Babette’s note — I’m so sorry I haven’t released any material, I honestly haven’t found anything interesting to write about but I’ve rewatched Wednesday and noticed i haven’t seen a lot of Rowan fanfics so I decided to write about him!! I hope the new year is going great and thank you for 120 followers!! Request box is open!!!

— There are little to no any problems with you and your relationship with Rowan, but the little problems are him being slightly too jealous.

— him being a outcast in a school full of them, there are a little bit( a-lot ) of insecurities that come with it, so he does get upset having you spend extra time with his Peers, letting his thoughts of you leaving him fill his mind up.

— gets so mad and stressed out, that he uses his inhaler 24/7

— if you are expressing your attention towards Xavier Rowan will give him the deadpan look for the whole week

— he can be very two faced, let’s say you feel bad that you made Rowan feel insecure that you hug and kiss his neck, while he hugs you back he is giving whoever is behind you a nasty deadpan stare letting them know they fucked up

— Rowan is still amazed at how someone gorgeous and like able like you ended up with someone like him. So at first he felt like he shouldn’t be able to touch you, but after you comforted him and such he loves having his hands on you, just basically engaging physical contact

— but He still gets scared having physical contact with you in public, he isn’t embarrassed or ashamed of you more like he is scared you are embarrassed or ashamed of him, so he tries to minimize that affection by just forehead kisses and hand holding

— But when he gets jealous or mad at someone for stealing your attention all of those negative thoughts leave his mind and shows proudly that your his

— by moving you closer to him by pulling your waist next to him, whispers in you ear, kisses on your lips, his hand going up and down your thigh, hand on your lower back leading towards your ass ( 🫢 )

— Having the love of his life spend time with people he doesn’t like hurts him inside which obviously causes a sour sarcastic change in his mood so this can go both ways.

— A.) he leaves you alone with whoever you are hanging out with, locking himself in his room crying, letting his negative thoughts take over.

— B.) he purposely makes his sour mood noticeable to you and waits for you to stop what your doing and focus on him giving him the attention he so desperately needs from you

( I personally think A is more Rowan but u can pick<3 ) 

A :

— When he does cry, it is bad, pure sobs, using his inhaler, resisting the urge to break his glasses,face in pillow with tears and snot all over, he doesn’t take jealousy too well which is pretty clear.

— When you first confessed it took awhile for him to be convinced that you didn’t see him as an outcast

— But when he sees you hanging out with other people or act more interested in them he will think you finally saw him as the outcast he is

— even though it does hurt him, the making up part is the great part about it. Since this probably is a constant cycle he will slightly look forward to how you will make it up to him

—  whether or not it’s by cuddles, constant praises and cute nose kisses or something more deeper if you catch my drift;)

— if you do decide to go through the wholesome route, forehead and nose kisses are the best and comforting for him he absolutely adores

— trust me he enjoys having his lips engage with yours but having forehead and nose kisses makes him feel more comforted and safe

End of A.

— For pet names he never really thought about ones he specifically liked, out of the names you’ll call him he will pick favorites out of them

— and it’s most likely you’d figure out the ones he enjoys based on his flustered shy smile reactions.

B :

— we all know Rowan can be secretly bitchy and pissed off and won’t have a difficult time showing it, he gets pissed off about a lot of things in his life but when it comes towards you giving other’s your attention it gives him more of a good reasons to show that annoyance and anger.

— I’m sure Rowan knows you don’t mean to do these things intentionally but it still gets under his skin and has to let you know that he is upset but rather not directly tell you but tell you by his annoyed actions

— Rowan would most definitely give you the silent treatment…if he had the heart too, he honestly loves you too much for his own good that he just can’t ignore you

— just expect bland and deadpan answers instead of his usual shy awkward smiley answers

— surprisingly it’s a big difference in his behavior so it doesn’t take you that long to notice his sudden sour mood

— you’d have to ask him what’s wrong so many times but knowing how stubborn he can be during that time you will just get a lot of “nothing is wrong “ or “ I am fine I don’t know what you are talking about “ or “ I just have a headache nothing big “

— he will be rude towards the person or people you were giving your attention too, and of course you picked up on that which made you connect the dots that he was jealous

— simply all you need to do is wait for his glasses to slightly drop down to his nose and push them back up and hug him and apologize

— you guys will talk about how he felt, some comforting words and everything is good!

End of B

— sometimes he can be possessive in general with no trigger needed, you can suggest a date in weathervane cafe and he will frown and try to give you every excuse in the book not to go.

— Reason for that he rather have you and him cuddling on his bed talking about each others day than go out and have everybody give you stares, the stares only he should be able to give you.

— He always found the term baby gross and off putting since Xavier used it the most towards his past girlfriends but when it came out of your mouth and having it directed to him it felt different so it’s a high nickname up on the list.

— he is most definitely a switch but when you call him sweetheart it unlocks more of his submissive side, since the name sweetheart is rather a feminine ish name he gets super shy when you refer him as that in public

— so during a moment of comfort he adores baby and sweetheart but most importantly Rowan. You using his real name during times like this shows that you are being sincere and actually care so he really appreciates that

Thank you so much for reading it means a lot! I would appreciate likes and comments because it shows me that I did a good job in my writing or I need some improvements so any show of love or feedback is amazing so tysm!!

꒰ ⊹ ˚ . - Summary — Head-canons of Xavier sneaking into your dorm room at night ;)

contains of — Cuddling,Flirting, Breaking in, Invasion of Privacy, Make out sessions, Teasing, Fluff, Brief mentions of nsfw ♡

Babette’s/Vivica’s Note — he is honestly so fine I’m sorry but my friend Rosalía wanted some Xavier Thorpe Head-canons so here it is! Merry Christmas guys!♡ pls remember my request box is open!!

— You and Xavier spend a decent amount of time together so he feels no need to sneak into your dorm room, but if something important happens like finals or new class schedules he will meddle in.

— Your roommate usually doesn’t mind if you too just want to chat or cuddle for a bit but if you and Xavier try to get freaky in the sheets your roommate will tell him to get out or simply leave.

— The only way you and Xavier can get it on without anybody catching you is during the weekend where your roommate is hanging out with their own s/o or partying.

— When that happens, expect a lot of teasing, soft kisses on your neck, slight sucking on your collarbone and neck leaving pink tints on your skin, whispering in your ear of what he wants and such.

— When he is in that mood you can definitely tell, his hands are always on a body part of yours but especially your hips,waist,thigh and your lower back leading to your ass

— during that time when you guys kiss, it going increasingly faster and rougher with more heat going in the air and excitement. At the end both of your lips are pretty sore and probably chapped.

- The rush and trill of knowing you too are breaking school rules makes you guys bolder and more risk taking then ever.

— When that doesn’t happen, you guys are most likely cuddling or watching movies..while cuddling. Its difficult to have “ cute study dates “ with him when he doesn’t like to study at all.

— he already feels overwhelmed with school work and the fact he can’t spend time with you because of it he doesn’t want to bring that into your guys alone time.

— During cuddling he is the big spoon( most of the time), he adores having you close to him while he plays with your hair or looking down at you kissing your forehead trying not to wake you up.

- He doesn’t mind being the little spoon at all, he loves having his head in your neck or chest inhaling your perfume/cologne/body mist and have you play with his hair.

— Sometimes he does come unexpectedly, example he could sneak in when he saw your roommate leave..but he expected you to be in the room oh wait! Your in the shower!

— He usually finds it funny to flush the toilet just to hear your loud gasp from the sudden change of water Or he will leave you be and look through your stuff and maybe take a shirt of yours or perfume/cologne/body mist of yours.

— he will bring his sketch book with him and draw the layout of your side of the room and rip it out and hang it on your wall if he sees any tape in sight, he will occasionally make drawings with a splash of color for you to hang up.

— you guys try your best to make the best out of the time you guys have because at the end you too know that Xavier is going to have to go back to his dorm :(

Thanks for reading I really appreciate it <3 my dms are open for anybody

I hope this helps for anyone who needs it

Your life is your own.Don't waste it trying to be what others expect you to be.Don't sacrifice your happiness to make everybody happy.Don't give up on your dreams to build other peoples dreams.Your life is your own.

Be who you want to be, I love you

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𖤐 BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I SAID ANYTHING 𖤐

꒰ ⊹ ˚ . Summary : Wednesday plans a date for the both of you, but it gets ruined by the rain, you are filled with anger and Wednesday on the other hand gets slightly turned on

Contains of — Swearing, Brief Mentions of NSFW, Yelling etc.

Babettes note — no note for today.

— It’s a Saturday afternoon, you and Wednesday were walking down the grass path in the forest just enjoying the silence and presence of each other, but you decide to speak up.

— “ you know Wednesday I didn’t think you would be able to plan this with any issues. “

— Wednesday shifted her eye contact from the grass to you and replied quickly with “ it’s not difficult to plan a..date I’ve always been rather great at planning things “

— “ I guess now I can agree with you “ you said with a slight giggle at the end.

— You too kept walking, you may think it’s awkward but for you guys it’s romantic, at least in Wednesday’s terms of romance.

—You were in your own thoughts while Wednesday was moving closer to you wishing deep down you won’t point it out, you look at her and smile but you notice the grey gloomy sky, the sky you most enjoyed, but meant one thing…Rain.

— Here’s Wednesday wearing her uniform while you are here wearing ( your favorite type of pants ) with a white colored ( favorite type of shirt ) with no umbrella.

— As usual you were correct, it started raining you gasp at the sudden burst of water and wind while Wednesday looks up and smirks because of the sky’s refreshing unexpected droplets of water.

— you look at her with pure anger at how she could be so careless not to check the weather knowing how cold it can get, you stop walking and Wednesday notices and stops along with you.

— “ Are you kidding me Wednesday?? You didn’t even check the weather before you decided to plan? What happened to you being the best at planning shit?!?!?! “

— Wednesday being slightly shocked at your sudden change of tone and voice responded with “ I didn’t say I was the best.”

— “ Don’t get specific with me Wednesday! But are you serious, you could have checked my phone for the weather or something “

— “ I refuse to be a slave to technology and touch those morbid devices. “

— “ if you are soo against it then why didn’t you ask Enid to check? I mean..is it that hard to fucking ask? Jesus Christ I knew I should’ve planned this date now my top is ruined not only that my shoes are going to get covered with mud and we don’t have a umbrella!!!“

— Wednesday just stared at you and turned around and with a sarcastic tone said “ wow, so aggressive y/n “

— You got even more upset that she had the gull to be sarcastic so you responded with a “ Oh my god sarcasm on top too?!.. “ thing is you kept talking

— but to Wednesday it just went through one ear and out the other just pitch “ blah blah blah blah “ to her so she said “ it kinda turns me on.. “

— under her breath obviously but you heard her say something but didn’t catch on the words.

— “ what did you say? “

“ bold of you to assume I said anything. “

EXTRA 🤭!!/ VISUALIZATION!!:

POV : This would be Wednesday saying “ bold of you to assume I said anything “ after she whispered under her breath “ it kinda turns me on “ when you started expressing your anger at Wednesday.

— You were so filled with rage at the sudden rain that you couldn’t help but get mad at Wednesday

— for being careless at how she planned your date, that you were lost in your own world being completely mad and yelling, that you didn’t fully catch on what Wednesday said.

“ what did you say? “

“ bold of you to assume I said anything “

♡ GIRLFRIEND ♡

Summary : This is a part 2 to my enid Sinclair Girlfriend hcs but this time is with Wednesday! So Simple Headcanons of Dating Wednesday.

Pairing : Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader.

Genre : Fluff | Headcanons | Short.

Warning : Swearing, Slight possessiveness,kisses

Dating Wednesday addams can be certainly strange but at the end you two love each other, Wednesday will never admit it but deep down she loves you more than you love her

Public display of affection is not her thing, she finds love as a sign of emotion and weakness which are 2 things she's against, so her dating you is rare enough so the bare minimum she does in public or near people is holding your hand. But if it comes to someone making a pass(flirting) at you or subtly being extra nice or trying to convince you to break up with Wednesday, she will have her arm around your waist and if needed, grab your chin and kiss you right then and there

The petnames she would call you is " Cara mia " " Amor " and " Dear " or a shorter version of your name. Its most likely you would do the same, if you try calling her honey,baby,babe,sweetie etc she will cut your tongue off.

Morticia and Gomez would adore you, not only about the fact you have done the impossible and capture Wednesdays heart but how you are such a sweetheart and polite they certainly want you over for the holidays.

The dates you guys would have would be plain and simple mostly study dates. On study dates it would be you two on her bed or floor with pens/books/paper all over and doing homework together while having music in the back. Another date is going to a Cafe( not the one tyler works at ) She would pick a cafe that has a dark ish atmosphere thats calm and gloomy and has wonderful coffee choices.

Her love language is difficult to spot, but overtime you can see its acts of service and gifts she feels " disgusting " about physical contact and certainly has to big of an ego to say how she feels,so she shows her affectionate through gifts and favors but if you guys have been together for awhile now like a year or so she will definitely want hugs or kisses from you in private of course.

“ I WOULD APPRECIATE IT…IF YOU’D STAY WITH ME “

Summary: After a Friday night studying you and Wednesday decided to sleep together. When it’s 8:00 AM and you have to get ready to meet up with your friends, Wednesday decides she wants you to lay down with her for a bit longer. Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader. Warning: None. Genre: Fluff | One shot | pretty short | !!!

A/N : A master list and introduction list is coming soon btw!!

Oh my god last night was just a big pain in the ass, all those classes all those hours of end less studying and for what? Just for us to probably spend the rest of our lives rotting in prison for murder? This is pointless but to stay in nevermore academy having good grades Is a must especially to Wednesday. She values intelligence, little too much someone would say, But even Wednesday was a bit stressed out. What’s more better than peacefully sleeping with your girlfriend with no trouble on the world.

Shit shit shit. It’s 8:15 I’m supposed to be at the cafe by 8:35! I slowly move Wednesdays hand from mine and get up and quickly head to the bathroom. Of course Wednesday is a light sleeper and she sensed you got up, her eyes shot open and quickly got up at the sight of you not being next to her she looks around and sees the bathroom light on she somewhat relaxes knowing you are still here but she wonders why you are out of bed so early. Usually Wednesday wakes up around 6:15 but when she is cuddling or sleeping next to you she can’t help but relax in your arms and sleep much longer than she usually does. I finished brushing my teeth,hair and doing my skin care I just need to put on my clothes and some makeup products in my bag I’ll do my makeup in the car or something, I open the door and see Wednesday staring at me, at the sudden person awake I do freak out at first glance.

“ JESUS..my god you scared the shit out of me at least give me a warning damn “ “ You know that use of vocabulary was unnecessary, and at first you startled me when you weren’t next to me..what’s the rush anyway “ “ Remember I have to meet up with my friends at the cafe, I thought I told you last night “ “ oh yeah..I forgot I apologize.. “

Huh…Wednesday seems little upset at the fact I’m leaving, I probably shouldn’t pay any mind like she says I’m being dramatic I just really need to find my blush compact and change, But then suddenly Wednesday speaks up again.

“ Y/n. “

“ yes? “

“ um..I absolutely hate having this sentence come out of my mouth but I would appreciate it if you’d stay with me…at least for a little bit “

You look over to Wednesday and soften at how honest and vulnerable she is being, she struggles and hates showing affection through words and physically so she just gives gifts but this is the first she is actually asking which caught you by surprise and herself too, she never thought she would have the courage to or even have the right person to even say that “ disgusting “ sentence. You just nodded and quickly send a text message to your group-chat saying you won’t be able to make it with no context whatsoever, Wednesday moves a little bit the the side for you to have enough room and lay down next to her. You sit on the bed and lift your legs on the mattress covered with sheets that are black since Wednesday would refuse to sleep on anything bright. You lay down next to her and she just scoots closer to you and turns on her side ( with her hands still criss cross on her shoulders) and nuzzles her head into the side of your chest while you just have your hand on her back ( if that makes any sense at all) as you get even more relaxed Wednesday just mouths the words “ I love you “ as she drifts back to sleep.

EXTRA🤗!!! :

This would be Wednesday when she feels that you aren’t next to her and wakes up and waits for you to come back so she can either yell at you or ask you to come back and lay down with her

“ y/n I feel hurt, It feels like the coldest nights of the year and you left me to freeze didn’t you, usually it’s a relaxing feeling but coming from you it doesn’t feel so relaxing so would you care to explain why did you leave? “

Or

ONLY I CAN CARE FOR YOU

pairing : ⛤ Wednesday Addams x Fem!reader ⛤

Summary : Reader come’s down with a cold, she is getting a lot of attention from her friends trying to take care of her,but someone in the corner isn’t very fond of that new attention.

Warnings : jealousy,swearing,possessiveness, and a kiss at the end

Genre : One shot, Angst? And fluff at the end

Authors note : This is my first time writing a one shot (I think that’s what it is ) so I’m sorry if it isn’t good so please give me feedback and Wednesday and the reader are dating and English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry of any mistakes

*knock knock* “ I wonder who could that be “ i said, my roommate Paige stood up and replied “ don’t get up! Keep in mind you’re still sick so it’s better not to risk anything I’ll answer it “ “oh thank you Paige” Being sick is the worst I’m glad I have my friends Bianca,Paige and yoko with me but it doesn’t cure my pale face, sore throat and MASSIVE headache but it’s been easier with them with me.

Thing is you’ve been sick for 2 days which was during the weekend and Wednesday was busy working on her novel so she simply didn’t pay attention to you and thing tried mentioning you but all Wednesday replied with is “ Thing stop trying to distract me or I will break each one of your fingers or even worse take away your hand lotion. “ so today when you didn’t show up to the classes you two had together she was curious why you didn’t show up (she was worried instead of curious but shush)and stopped by your dorm and knocked hoping you’d answer it instead of your infuriating roommate. I guess the hope went down the drain.

“ oh hey Wednesday? “ Paige said with a confused tone since she never dropped by your dorm room, at least when she is there. Bianca heard Wednesdays name and scoffed and said “ ugh this bitch “ under her breath while yoko slightly shoved her shoulder because you were in-front of her. Wednesday looked up and down at Paige in a loathing manner “ Hello Paige, is Y/n here? If so I would like to speak with her. “ “ uhh yeahh she is here “ Wednesday was already annoyed with her and the fact she wasn’t invited in already to see you, she tilted her head to peak into the dorm and saw you in bed, yoko standing next to you and Bianca. She suddenly felt a disgusting feeling in her stomach…and not the good kind she enjoys, her eyes slightly widened at the feeling but snapped out of it and quickly asked Paige to let her in. “ well, may I come in? “ Paige just moved out of the way for Wednesday to walk in.

She walked further in and took a closer look at your face “ Cara mia.. “ she thought of course. but she was worried about you and your current state. You sat up and and smiled “ Wednesday! You’re here! “ as much Wednesday was contented that you were in a somewhat good mood, she hated how you had other people taking care for you and how you never told her. “ yes unfortunately I am but what’s wrong with you“ Wednesday responded back with a cold tone. You were going to answer her question but was cut off by Bianca “ isn’t it obvious Addams she is sick but of course you wouldn’t know “ Bianca faked smiled after her sentence. Paige slightly chuckled and Wednesday quickly shot a death stare at her “ This is not funny, and as for you Bianca I could take much better care of y/n. I’m sure my support and hospitality is much better than you and your insufficient disturbing gifts of chocolate and flowers that have absolutely no meaning. “

at this point yoko silently left the room dragging Paige along with her and when Bianca was about to say something you stood up hoping it would cause both of them to forget about the remarks they said to each other but of course Bianca snapped back..or at least tried to. “ Wednesday I’m getting sick and tired of you and your better then everyone els-“ Wednesday isn’t the one to cut people off but this time she was “ I don’t think I’m better then anyone else, I just think I’m better then you. “ Bianca feeling embarrassed she just looked at you and grabbed her jacket and left.

After the sound of the door closing, You sit back down and Wednesday turns her head at your direction and walks towards you. “ why didn’t you tell me about you being sick. “ you can tell Wednesday was upset and angry that she wasn’t the first person you went to about your health, “ I’m sorry “ Wednesday just got even more upset at the fact that’s all you had to say. “ sorry won’t cut it, I can’t believe you would be that stupid not to tell me, you know my hospitality is much better than..this” she silently says the last 3 words while looking at the hideous bright colored flowers and awful brand of chocolate on your night stand“ wait..are you jealous that- “ Wednesday threw a intense denial look at you and quickly stated “ no. I am not the expert at emotions but I know I dont get jealous, especially over someone like Bianca. “

she knew she was lying and she hated it. She hated dishonesty,Bianca,this awful stomach twisting feeling,how you knew she was lying and most of all you being in someone else’s hands and not hers. “ Wednesday….ma chère…i know your lying and I get it but you know i love your hospitality and care more then anybody else’s and I’m sorry I didn’t come to you in the first place I’ve should’ve known better and I hope you can forgive me..” as you were saying that you had stood up and slowly touched her hand hoping she wouldn’t back or flinch away and thankfully she didn’t and in fact held your hand first.

“ fine. Just this time. if you do infact tell anyone about this I will murder you..with no hesitation whatsoever. Now you should really rest while I can get you soup which I think would be more useful to your health then this chocolate. “ you nodded and went into bed and Wednesday just watched you until at the end she fluffed up your pillow and looked at your eyes then lips and she just decided why not. During the relationship you always gave each other pecks on the forehead,hand, or cheek so it’s no surprise that Wednesday has always desired to feel your soft looking lips onto her cold ones she secretly wished you’d make the first move but when Wednesday needs to take matters into her own hands she will.

After the kiss she gave you she said “ Remember only I can care for you” she then turned around as she felt herself going to smile but caught herself, she could feel butterflies (she wish it was spiders) in her stomach. A feeling she never thought she would receive. As she was about to walk out your dorm room (to get soup and black Delilah’s for you) she grabbed the chocolates and flowers from your nightstand and threw them into the trash..there was no good use for them anyway.

EXTRA🤗!!! :

This would be Wednesday going through your messages (your sleeping btw) of your worried friends telling them to fuck off and only she(your girlfriend) can worry and take care of you.

“ hello this is Wednesday Addams, Y/n’s girlfriend I just want to let you know that you should go fuck off. Y/n doesn’t need you, your morbid words or gifts you should know that only I can properly take care of her during her time of need so go waste your time doing something else then bothering my girlfriend. - Sincerely Wednesday. “

You wake up in Wednesdays bed looking up and seeing her type away for her novel, you notice your phone next to you, you decide to unlock it and check some apps out but you see so many messages on your phone from different social media apps and you see that one text Wednesday has sent to your friends, you figured she typed it on your laptop since you have a passcode..” Wednesday Addams what is this? “