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𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲-𝐦.𝐣

❧ bsf!Michael Jackson x fem!reader

summary: Michael can’t help but look through your vanity drawers every time he’s over, snooping around all your belongings.

⋆˙a/n-This was inspired by that clip of Michael saying he likes to explore through other people’s drawers and closets lolll.

The softness of the blanket below you brushed against your legs as a book you were attempting to read rested on your chest. Lightly skimming over the little words on the paper.

Your attention got stolen due to the sound of rummaging next to you, you turned your glance at Michael who had taken a seat on your vanity chair, he was casually examining all the little essential items that were placed on your desk.

Quietly watching him with a smile on your face as he looked at all the items with such interest. It was a usual habit of his as he felt closer to you by looking at every day things you used, or you found meaningful enough to store them safely away.

He then opened the vanity drawers, his eyes skimming through the miscellaneous products that most caught his attention.

Moving silently but loudly at the same time as he picked up a familiar bracelet that caught his eye. “You still have this?” he softly chuckled as he brought the bracelet closer to you.

It was a bracelet you had made each other around the first few months of your friendship, it was a simple yet special memory that you always held close to you.

A warm smile entered your face at the recollection. “Oh yeah. It was too special to get rid of it.”

“Yeah?” a shy smile took over him, for a reason he didn’t exactly recognize yet.

“I still have mine too.” he admitted, softly.

You shared a knowing look as he turned back to inspect your belongings. He picked up a long gold stick, tilting his head trying to figure out the use of it. You faintly giggled at his confusion.

He turned to you with a puzzled expression, “what’s this?”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “It’s a lighter, Michael.”

“I use it for my candles.” you pointed over to a candle that was across your room, the flame bringing in a calm scent that filled your room.

“Ohh, you had me concerned for a second.” he teased, enjoying the look of annoyance that was placed on your face upon his comment.

You shook your head as he placed it back inside the drawer with a hidden smirk, opening the next drawer below it. “Actually y’know—one day you might find something you don’t like.” you murmured, loud enough for him to hear.

“..might make you think twice before looking through my stuff, just saying.” you add, deciding to toy with him.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he turned to you. “Oh yeah?. Like what?” he tilted his head, playing along waiting for your response.

You shrugged your shoulders lightly. “Can’t tell you.”

“I guess you’ll find out on your own, eventually..” you teased, hiding back your smile.

Michael squinted his eyes at you, “What type of things you be hiding, girl?” he carried the banter.

You scoffed a laugh as you covered your face with the book. “Forget it, you’ll never listen either way.”

He chuckled as he had turned back to close the drawer before something else caught his attention.

He picked up a small photograph that was slightly peeking out from below your notebook, his fingers gently pulled it out. You lifted your gaze at his hands the same time as he did, your eyes widening at the sight of which picture he found.

You could’ve sworn you had kept it in the small pocket of your purse but clearly not as he held it between his fingers. He looked at the photograph, the flashback of the day you had taken it. Michael had been looking out onto the city streets, the cast of the city lights adorning his body like a spotlight, he had looked angelic.

It instantly became your favorite photo of him. He had wondered what had become of the picture, now he knew. A warmth entered his body at the realization that you had thought and felt to keep it.

You got up quickly, lunging your body at his to take it away from his grasp. Evidently too late as the shy smile on his face turned into a sly smirk at your reaction. He pulled the photograph away from your reach, taking another glance at it before bringing it to your face.

He teasingly held it up to your face, “Things like this?”, he mocked.

Your body burned with embarrassment. Putting your face into your hands, you let out a soft sound of defeat. You only heard his quiet chuckle as his fingers met yours, letting the air hit your face.

“Don’t hide from me now.” his voice dropped to something more softer, only making your face hotter.

You let out a sigh, “Michael..”

He watched your flustered face with a sparkle in his eyes. “You’re cute for this, y’know?” he murmured softly.

Softly shaking your head, trying to shake off the embarrassment, “Stop teasing, Michael.”

“I’m serious.” you add faintly.

He firmed the hold on your hands, “I’m serious, too.”

You avoided his gaze as much as you could, glancing at the telephone that rested on your nightstand until you felt his fingers guide your face to his, gently—the touch of his hand bringing you back to reality.

You weakly spoke, “You weren’t supposed to notice that.”

He bit his bottom lip with a soft smile, “But I did…and I’m glad I did.” He murmured while he lightly dragged a finger across your face, the contact bringing warmth against your skin.

Time seemed to stop as the silence flowed through the air, the slow seconds filled with revealed feelings.

He stood up as his body was already inches from yours, gently cupping your face. His face hovered over yours, the new proximity leaving your heart beating out of your chest.

His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation, as he felt the way your body gravitated towards him he took the signal of approval. Finally closing that space, his lips met yours in a gentle heavy kiss.

His soft touch against your mouth only causing your body to melt into his, a pretty sound escaped him at the sensation. His lips moved so perfectly against yours, you wondered why it took this long to experience this.

He pulled back just barely after a few seconds, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip, “Keep another photograph so I can kiss you again.“ He uttered as a soft blush stained his face, you lightly chuckled.

“I’ll make sure to have my camera prepared.” you respond as the blush becomes clearer on both of your faces. A lovesick sight that brought your heart all the bliss you could dream of.

pairing☙ Michael Jackson x fem!reader

cw: angsttt, poor treatment in a relationship, jealousy, fluff..

summary❧ Your close friend Michael notices you’re getting treated badly in your relationship. It kills him seeing you in such situation knowing he could treat you a thousand times better.

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With the sun’s heat hitting your body with ease you took a glance at your boyfriend who’s been on and off the telephone the last twenty minutes.

You ignored it as his excuse was always “work”, you knew how busy his company would be so you placed your trust in him. You only wished he would trust you as much as you did for him.

Any male friendships you had, which really was mostly only Michael, would cause repeating arguments between you two.

You told Michael many times and his response was always “I was here before him, he has to accept that” , the words always left his mouth with such assurance.

Snapping out of your thoughts you hear footsteps coming towards you. You look up at your boyfriend, a certain expression across his face that you know all too well.

“I gotta go”, he states as he grabs his glasses that sat on the chair next to you.

It was the first weekend in a long time that you had planned for the two of you to finally spend together. But as always it ends abruptly.

That soft smile of content drops from your face. “Again?-we still have the dinner I got us”, you say as you stand up to tell him goodbye.

But before you know it he’s at the door, ignoring your touch. “Well it can wait, you already know how this gets”, he says coldly as the door shut behind him.

Your shoulders drop and that familiar hurt spreads across your body. You’ve been ignoring this feeling for far too long now. You know it. Every cold response, glance and comment from him have been feeling unbearable. Your heart ached for that loving version of him that seemed to never arrive.

As the night went on you tucked yourself away into a corner of your bedroom. Looking into the night sky wondering what changed, did he not care anymore?, were you suddenly not enough for him?.

Thoughts clouding your mind as you cried yourself to sleep. You missed as the telephone rang late at night. The nightly routine of a call with Michael, catching up on each other’s days. Talking until the conversation lead to the smallest thing just to stay on the line a while longer.

Michael caught himself on the other side of the town fiddling with the cord, wondering what you were up to, why you didn’t pick up. It was very unusual of you to miss a call. He bit the inside of his mouth as he called again, maybe you had gotten busy for a second. He waited, nothing.

He softly sighed, the phone still in his hand.

After a while he figured you weren’t going to return the call, the idea of you and your boyfriend maybe out on a dinner filled his mind. His stomach turning with this feeling he’s been trying to push down for the past few years. But it always came back, stronger than the last time.

♡︎-

The next morning came with a headache. With the little energy you carried, you got ready. You wanted to look put together even though you weren’t. The sky filled with grey clouds added to your feelings, but it somehow brought comfort. Of course you noticed how your boyfriend didn’t arrive last night, it’s not like it was a total shock but it still stung every time.

You opened the tall doors to your backyard, letting the natural air into your home, you took a deep breath as you told yourself everything was okay.

As you tried distracting yourself by moving some plants across the garden you heard the sound of the telephone ringing inside the house. You hurried to it as you thought your boyfriend suddenly decided to chat.

Picking up the line. “Hello?”, your voice sounding a bit more flat than intended.

“Y/n, you picked up” the soft voice filling the speaker.

Michael. You gently slapped your head as you realized you completely missed his call last night.

His voice bringing you a sense of calmness you were so in need of. “Oh Michael, I’m so sorry i missed your call, I was..I fell asleep”. The last words sounding unsure. You rolled your eyes at yourself.

He let out a small chuckle at your words. “It’s okay, I was just worried—thought you got tired of me for a second”, you could hear the smile in his voice and it made you feel all giddy inside.

“I could never get tired of you”, once you said it out loud you realized how it came out. I should just shut up.

The smile of his face grew bigger as your words spread across his heart.

“Well I’m glad, cause I’ll never get tired of you either”. The words leaving him without hesitation.

You smiled but a feeling crept upon you. “Yeah. You say that now”, you murmured.

His eyebrows furrowed as he heard the tone behind your voice. A broken sentence with more to it.

“No, I know it. For a fact actually”, he carried on the conversation not leaving a space for you to find the sentiment his words came from.

With a little hesitation he decided to ask you just a bit more about last night. What was soo important you couldn’t make the call?. The thought kept looping around his head.

His fingers gently tapping the side of the telephone. “So uh— the dinner with that boyfriend of yours last night, how’d it go?”, he didn’t want to know, but a big strong side of him couldn’t go on without knowing.

You looked around unsure of whether you should come up with a lie to not cause anymore pity, or just simply say what happened. Letting out a soft sigh, you just say the words, the situation that is no longer a surprise to Michael.

“The dinner didn’t happen, he had to leave for a work thing”. Trying to put your strong voice like you didn’t care but as always it betrayed you and came out broken.

Michael’s heart broke for you. He was so tired of hearing about all the different ways your boyfriend failed to be good to you.

He murmured, “a work thing?”

“Yes, you know he gets busy. I get it”. The words sounding more like you wanted to convince yourself, and Michael immediately noticed.

He shook his head. “He doesn’t value you the way he should.. I just-I wish you realized that”, the last part coming out in more of a whisper.

You swallow the tears that try to break. You know he’s right. You’ve been letting it all happen, it’s a stupid move and you know it.

You shrugged as if he could see your movements. You didn’t know what to respond with. Silence filled the air.

“Are you alone?” he asks you, “I want to see you”, he added.

He missed you. He wanted to find a way to make you see you deserve better. Far better than the boy you call your boyfriend.

Michael hated him since the start. He thought about the type of guys you might be into before, but he didn’t want to picture you with any other guy.

When you first mentioned you had a boyfriend something inside him twisted in a way he’s never experienced. A feeling of jealousy and hurt took over his body, his heart ached at the thought of him being too late.

You nodded. “Yes, I’m alone.”

“Good, I’ll be there soon”, he hung up before you could add a word in and change your mind.

Knowing you too well. You’d bring up how your boyfriend might not like him around, but he knew where he stood.

♡︎-

Your fingers grazed through the pages of the magazine as you passed time. There was a weight inside your heart that no matter what you did, it wouldn’t stop.

Suddenly there was a knock at your door, that soft tapping you would recognize every time.

You opened the door to the face that made your heart warm, and suddenly a bit of that weight was lifted off from just seeing his pretty face.

“Michael, you actually came”, you smiled at him as you allowed him inside. He stepped inside and instantly pulled you into a hug.

“Of course I did. I missed you”. He murmured into your shoulder, he pulled away and was inches away from your face. The heat radiating off his body.

You always got flustered when he looked at you. Especially like this, like there was something else there. Nobody else could ever replace the way he looked at you like he knew you, the real you. The person that existed behind all the layers of perfectionism, the strong persona you put out to others. He sees right through it.

You softly smiled as a sparkle came into your eyes. “I missed you, too”, you reply. You open the little space between you as you walk into the living room. Michael following behind. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He didn’t know how to tell you what he wanted to, the fear of saying the wrong thing or the words coming out wrong was holding him back. He didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t ever bare that.

You both took a seat as he tried gathering his words. “What I said earlier, y’know I mean it.”, the sentence left his lips softly.

“Michael..” , you murmured as you knew what he was getting at.

He shook his head and took your hands into his. His gentle fingers softly caressing yours. “Y/n, listen-I’ve, I’ve been seeing you go through all this crap that he puts you through and I can’t deal with it. Not anymore” his voice slightly cracks as a mix of anger and hurt fill his body.

“Don’t you think you deserve someone who’s actually there for you?, someone who’s not afraid to love you loudly?”, he asked. The words held weight to it, the way he said it as if it’s been keeping him up at night.

You sighed as you looked into his eyes. “He’s my boyfriend, Mike. It’s not that easy. I like him-I really do. We’re just..”

He looked at you deeply. “Just what?”

“Just..so different, it’s like lately I don’t even know who he is anymore”. Your voice broken from the hurt.

Michael’s heart breaks at the sight. “You say you like him, do you love him?”, he asks the question.

He can’t deny the fact that one of the possible responses to that question would break him even further. But he still waits for your response.

You look down in thought, shame taking over your body as you knew the real truth to it. As hard as you tried to open your heart, it never allowed for your love to go to him and you hated yourself for it. You hated the fact that every time you thought or heard of the word ‘love’, it would always lead back to Michael.

But you knew the friendship between the two of you was so so special, you were terrified of damaging it. So you had settled with having him as a very dear friend but that had only left your heart yearning and aching for him.

“..no”, it was like a whisper.

Michael softly grabbed your face making you look up at him.

“Look at me and say it. Do you love him?”, he repeated the question.

You looked into his eyes this time and meant it. “No, I don’t love him”, you say. And suddenly a huge weight lifted off your body.

You felt lighter as if saying those words out loud finally allowed you to know what you’ve been feeling. What you’ve been carrying around for so long.

A smile spread across his face. His heart beating with content. “So what’s stopping you from leaving that trash of a guy?”, the question leaving his mouth with a bitter taste.

You slightly smiled. “Michael ..”

He stood up and began walking back and forth. “No seriously- I mean does he even know your favorite film?, your favorite Disney characters?”, he asked not leaving a pause for you to answer. “Or how about your favorite song to put on when it’s cold out and you want to feel like it’s Christmas already?”. He kept on going, rambling every thing that’s been poking his mind.

“I mean does the guy even know about your childhood blanket that you take care of and keep in perfect condition so your future kids can have it passed onto?”, his voice began softening as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“He just- he doesn’t realize what he has in front of him and it kills me.” He stops and looks at you.

You both have tears in your eyes as you realize what the moment is. Both of y’all’s heart racing like there’s no tomorrow.

You never realized just how much he noticed you. Yes, you knew he was thoughtful, he was a sensitive loving soul. But until now you’ve realized just how much attention he’s given you. How much of the random silly things you’d brought up, how they stayed with him.

He would stay up late nights and write about you onto his journal. He would write about a certain way you did your hair, a new perfume you had tried on and he was head over heels over . He would draw your eyes, that sparkle he noticed every time he’d look into your eyes. He was so down the rabbit hole with you, and although it terrified him he couldn’t get enough.

Every time he was away and missed you but couldn’t get a call through he’d run to the page of the drawing of you and just look onto the page, it would immediately bring him comfort.

And on the other side of the world you’d be doing the same, but with a polaroid that you held very close to your heart. It was a Christmas you two had spend together, that whole night was filled with laughter, you two going back and forth over who would built the better snowman. Ultimately he ended up building a way better one, but you denied it.

He was next to you and your snowman with a carrot in his hand and he had brought it up next to your nose, the flash of a camera captured the moment and it became your favorite picture with the most beautiful memory behind it.

The two of you had been so utterly in love with each other but failed to see it, until now.

His last sentence hitting you like a truck.

“Michael, what are you saying..” you said just above a whisper.

He took a deep breath as he walked closer to you, kneeling in front of you. You looked down at him as he took your hands in his once again. You could feel his hands shaking and it warmed your heart.

“I’m saying..he doesn’t know you half as I do. And he won’t ever know what to do with a woman like you”. His voice gaining strength, but his eyes softer than ever.

Your breathing was uneven. You were lost for words.

He continued. “I can be a better boyfriend than him.”

“A better everything, I just want to be able to show you how much good you deserve”, his doe eyes looking into yours so deeply.

Speechless with your body heat through the roof, you bring your hand to his face. Moving your fingers across his cheek. “You’re too good to me Michael.” you spoke as you continued caressing his face.

“Because you’re good to me, and I’ll forever be grateful for that.” , he muttered.

You softly smiled, he let out a shy smile and his gaze flickered to your lips and back to your eyes. He grabbed the hand you had on his face and began placing light kisses onto it. Your heart skipped a beat.

“You mean everything to me, I wish I told you sooner”, a sad look in his eyes as he said it.

You nodded as you instantly understood him. “me too”, you spoke.

The what ifs always kept you up at night. What would’ve happened if you talked about your feelings right since the start. How much didn’t happen because of it?. The thought irked you.

The tension that had been growing was getting difficult to ignore especially now that he’s here, kneeling before you. His soft doe eyes looking into yours with so much emotion behind them. His curls falling onto his face, his flushed lips, that rosy tint that displayed across his face. He was far too beautiful to comprehend.

Now it was your gaze whose flickered down to his lips. He noticed, of course he did. The silence that filled the room could just about allow for the unsteady breaths to be heard. You both mutually leaned in.

Suddenly you were startled by the sound of keys at your door, you both jump. Disappointment filling your body as you realize who decided to come back.

Regretting the idea of giving your boyfriend a key to your home. You and Michael share a look as you stand up to get away from his reach.

A little hurt enters his heart, but he understands.

He’ll always be ready for you.

When you call him, he’ll be there.

☾-

a/n: wrote this at 4 am so spare meee:///, but should part 2 happen?? lmmkkk