Michael Jackson Fics .ᐟ

𑣲⋆｡˚ Maybe in Another Life

ANGST

Summary: You and Michael struggle after your engagement becomes public.

𑣲⋆｡˚ Rewriting History

ANGST/FLUFF

Summary: You see an interviewer pushing your husband's boundaries and come to his defense.

𑣲⋆｡˚ Nowhere Else I'd Rather Be

ANGST / FLUFF

Summary: Michael's company doesn’t want your relationship to go public. When you see him take Brooke Shields to the Grammy’s, you decide to give Michael a taste of his own medicine.

𑣲⋆｡˚ Marital Trouble

ANGST

Summary: Michael is used to getting what he wants. He wants a baby but you don't.

𑣲⋆｡˚ Our Love Is For Better Or Worse

Part two for Marital Trouble !

ANGST/FLUFF

Summary: You and Michael weren't made for an easy love. After an abrupt divorce you find your way back to one another.

Headcanons .ᐟ

𑣲⋆｡˚ imagining toddlerdad!michael

𑣲⋆｡˚ imagining youngdad!michael

𑣲⋆｡˚ sugarboyfriend!michael x ditzy!reader

𑣲⋆｡˚ sugarboyfriend!michael x ditzy!reader at a girls sleepover

Ongoing Series .ᐟ

𑣲⋆｡˚ Never Mix Business With Pleasure

FLUFF/ANGST

Summary: You’re Michael Jackon's new manager. Despite his good looks and kind nature, you refuse to fall for the charming younger man. You've spent too long building a name for yourself in the entertainment business to allow anything to happen.

Info on my work:

I don't take requests! This includes part two requests, sorry. I enjoy letting my imagination roam how it pleases. I also feel bad saying no to individual requests, if I'm not able to create something good, cause I'm a wuss. Anyways, thank you for enjoying my work enough to like or interact!

⋆.˚ youngdad!michael who uses your child to rationalize huge toy purchases. “Mike, we're only gonna be in France for a few days, you can’t buy the inflatable water house just for here. We’ll get one when we get back home.” You say while cutting up fruit for everyone. While Michael’s watching Peter Pan with your son. “But Anthony really wants one, right Ant?” He looks expectantly at your son, who’s intently watching the movie. “Papa look!” He points his Mickey Mouse doll at the television. To which you raise your eyebrows curiously at Michael, who huffs in annoyance. “What if we give it to the nonprofit children's organization nearby? Then it won’t go to waste.” He rationalizes, ultimately getting his way, yet again.

⋆.˚ youngdad!michael who always buys matching outfits for him and his son. Your large home camera is recording them, in their matching concert outfits, in the living room. “Ant, hit it!” Michael says, abruptly stopping his dancing and pointing at his son, who immediately begins doing his best rendition of the worm, but is simply flailing around, which makes Michael laugh hysterically.

⋆.˚ youngdad!michael who refuses to be separated from his son despite his busy schedule and instead makes you stay at home mom, despite your initial uncertainty. “If I spend my time following you around with Ant, I’m not signing a prenup Michael. Either I work and you come visit us on your time off or no prenup.” “Okay,” He replies indifferently, smiling at your newborn son. “You’re gonna have soo much fun on tour, Ant.” He tells your son softly.

⋆.˚ youngdad!michael who adores you and appreciates everything you do for him and Ant. He always has a nanny on call for when you need a day off, allowing you to take his card and have a day to yourself. Often going to the spa, shopping, and coming back with gifts for both of your boys. Or taking your day off to simply sleep in and not run around after Michael with Ant.

⋆.˚ youngdad!michael who needs to read his son a bedtime story every night, and refuses to skip from their routine. He always has short stories on hand, and makes sure he is near a phone so he can read to your son, if he’s away. Unless he’s performing, in which case, your son usually falls asleep in the middle of watching Michael's performance.

⋆.˚ youngdad!michael who loves taking naps with Ant in between his hectic schedule. Michael had just gotten to your hotel room, when he saw you rocking Ant to sleep for his nap, when he decided to take over. You have a few photos of them asleep together on the couch, and they’re some of Michael’s favorite photos.

⋆.˚ youngdad!michael who carries a photo of your little family together in his wallet. Janet took a candid photo of the three of you cuddled together, under a blanket, on the sofa at Hayvenhurst while you were watching a movie, and bubbles was resting besides Michael. It's his favorite family photo, and he cherishes it.

When Michael first brought you, it took you some time to loosen up, being in a new environment, but after a few shots, you were both dancing and giggling to the music together, sure it would look like you were dancing to different beats, but you were dancing together nonetheless.

When a couple drag queens come up to you both, asking to dance with Michael, you figure it’s the perfect opportunity to step away and grab a bottle of water.

"We not good enough for you, honey?" Cupcake, a drag queen, famous at the club, questions sassily.

"Cupcake, stop playin with me. You know Mike can dance all night, I need a break," You tease one another, before kissing each other's cheeks and stepping away.

You pass by Bill, Michael’s chauffeur, and pick up your purse, before reaching the bar.

"Can I just get a water?" You ask, when the bartender makes her way to you.

Quickly she reaches underneath the counter and pulls out a cold water bottle.

"Thank you, add it to Mike's tab." You add before taking a seat and grabbing a napkin from the counter.

Taking a breath, you reach into your bag and pull out a compact mirror to look at yourself while dabbing your face with the napkin.

"Hey beautiful," You hear as you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders from the side, in a friendly manner, looking up from your seat you see Denzel Washington. A new friend of yours who you met one late night while looking for Michael at the club.

"Denzel! How are you?" You smile, a bit enthusiastic due to the alcohol in your system.

"Good, I was wondering if I'd see you here tonight. I saw you and Mike dancing." He says, chuckling kindly.

You start laughing, as he pulls a chair close to you. "He's been wanting to come! I love coming too but lord, I can't keep up with him. When Cupcake came up to us I figured it was my chance to take a break." You smile, as he leans in slightly to hear you over the music.

"O'cmon, I've seen you, you seem like you could go all night. I saw ya’ll both doing the robot in a dance circle last time I was here."

"Nooo, you didn't see that," You smile covering your face, embarrassed, before continuing, "I definitely had too many drinks that night, and it wasn’t as good as you make it seem." You laugh, the drinks in your system making you friendlier than normal.

From the distance, Michael sees you and Denzel leaning into one another's frames, talking and laughing. Michael isn't an idiot, he can tell Denzel has a crush on you, and seeing you so closely together, his mood immediately changes. Slowly he steps away from his friends and Latoya quickly glances at him before noticing where he’s looking.

She quickly walks up to him, "They're just talkin Mike."

"Yeah, whatever." He quickly begins making his way through the crowd to you.

While Michael and Latoya make their way towards you both, Denzel attempts to make a move on you.

"Hey, I mean you made it look good." He smiles, "You look beautiful tonight by the way."

You try to remain polite, forcing a smile as you begin glancing around for Michael. Not able to see him, you glance back at Denzel, "Thank you." You respond simply.

Conflicted by your reaction, Denzel decides to be forward, allowing you to accept or reject his advances.

"Look, award season is around the corner, and I'm nominated for a few different categories. My label is trying to get me to bring a date, and you were the first person I could think of asking.— Would you like to go with me to the the Oscars?"

With perfect timing, Michael shows up in your line of sight and quickly places his hand on your shoulder, in a friendly but possessive manner. He glances up at Denzel as if taken off guard by hiss presence, despite intentionally approaching you both.

"Hey Denzel, what's up, man?" Michael greets him, as Denzel stands and they dap each other up.

"Hey Mike, man. How are you?" Denzel responds, attempting to hide his frustration.

"'m good. Hope you don't mind, I need to steal my homegirl." He responds, as your teeth clench in restraint as you bite back a quick retort.

The unfortunate part about being with Michael was that despite so many people seeing you together, you had to deny any romantic relationship with one another. Of course, some people figured there was something romantic between the two of you, since you were stuck to each other's hips.

But the lack of physical affection, was also able to convince many that you were indeed ‘best friends’ like the two of you claimed. Michael made it clear that his label didn't want him to be in a public relationship, therefore when you went out together there were boundaries, including no pda.

While initially this frustrated you, you understood that you and Michael had gotten together just as his solo career was beginning to take off. So, you agreed to their terms out of fear of being perceived as using him. Sure, you were a top runway model, but Michael's career was at another level. You didn't want people to think you were trying to benefit from his image.

Despite your attempt at being understanding, you couldn't help the silence you met Michael with on your way to the car. Realizing the tension between you and Michael, Latoya quickly decides to stay at the club with one of their brothers.

As Michael holds the door open for you both and shuts it behind himself you can't help pressing him, "I didn't know I was just your homegirl now."

Michael, huffs in frustration, "You know I didn't mean it like that."

You roll your eyes, attempting to move slightly away from him, before he moves closer to you and attempts to hold your hand before you pull it away. "How'd you mean it then?"

"Baby, you know I can't just go callin you my lady in public. I didn't think about it before saying it.”

You huff a sigh as he grabs your chin and turns you to face him before pulling you in for a chaste kiss. "Forgive me." He says gazing into your eyes, inches away from your face.

You gently remove his hand from your face before leaning back in your seat and glancing out the window. "Whatever,” you reply, as he pulls your hand back in his. 

A few moments pass before Michael bites his lip and begins playing with your fingers nervously, "So, what were ya'll talkin about?"

You can't help smiling softly, you knew Michael would adamantly deny being the jealous type, but when it came to men flirting with you, you could tell when he was bothered.

"He asked me out." You admit immediately, not looking at him.

Michael's fidgeting with your hand stops, as you continue looking out the window.

"You were smiling a lot for him to be asking you out, wha'd you say?" He says, resuming his fiddling with your hands, thoughtlessly.

"I didn't say anything, you got there just in time." You reply simply, finally glancing back at him, gauging his reaction.

"Good, I know he was mad." He smiles, biting his lip and you can't help giggling softly.

"You're so dumb."

The thing about your relationship with Michael is that you both hated confrontation, the good thing is that he knew exactly how to lower your guards. He knew you were quick to reciprocate his energy and if he remained calm then you would too. You both loved how easy and peaceful your love felt.

You quickly began leaning onto one another, giggling. As you both look outside the windows together, Michael sees his favorite convenience store, that has his favorite niche brand of orange juice and leans forwards. He quickly slides back the window divider and asks Bill to pull over at the store.

"Do you want something, mama?" He asks, leaning back, glancing at you.

"I can't" You sigh, "I have that show coming up, I need to be careful with what I eat." You lean your head onto his shoulder, pouting.

He kisses the top of your head sympathetically. "You've been doing really good, a small snack won't hurt." He says, as the car stops in the back of the store's parking lot.

"C'mon, let's go look. You don't have to get anything if you don't want, but a bite won't hurt none either."

Before you head inside, you throw on a cap and Michael throws on a hoodie from the back seat of the vehicle, which he always keeps on hand for last minute outings.

The store run was quick, and isn't an odd occurrence for you two. Afterwards, you both head to Hayvenhurst where you stay the night.

The morning after, you and Michael wake up to his landline ringing. He slowly unwraps himself from your hold onto one another and mumbles a raspy greeting.

You glance at the clock, it's 8am. Before glancing back at Michael. He begins sitting up on the edge of the bed, humming.

"Okay." He sighs. The room is silent, besides his shuffling movements.

"I understand." He mumbles, seemingly frustrated, before slightly raising his voice, "Alright man— it won't happen again."

He immediately hangs the phone back on its receiver.

"What happened?" You ask, sitting up against the headboard, while Michael remains on the edge of the bed, facing away from you.

He's quiet for a moment, "There are newspapers going around with photos of us from last night, at the convenience store."

You hum, adjusting yourself on your knees behind Michael, wrapping your arms around his shoulders before placing a peck on his shoulder. "We knew it was gonna get out sooner or later right?"

You rest your head on his back, arms moving to wrap around his stomach from behind. Grogginess, keeping you from considering his responses during the phone call.

He awkwardly coughs, clearing his throat, before remaining quiet, considering his words carefully.

"John said we need to be more careful, he doesn't want us going out together in public for a while." He suggests, mentioning his manager.

You slowly pull away, eyebrows furrowing in shock. You had been in a relationship for over a year, you thought you had earned some semblance of respect and authority in your relationship. Michael's position on the matter seems clear, he must agree with their opinion

"Is that what you want?" You ask softly, staring at his slumped figure, as he continues facing away from you, avoiding eye contact.

The silence is lingering, as he simply doesn't respond, his eyes shutting as he lowers his head to rest on his hands.

You nod to yourself slowly, and begin gathering yourself together before leaving quietly.

Michael didn't want to hurt you, but when the conversation of your relationship arose in meetings, he understood where his team was coming from. As horrible as it may seem, Michael knew you didn't match him in status. Sure, you were a supermodel, and did amazing in that facet of your career, but your acting skills weren't up to par. You were criticized often in the public eye for only being a pretty face.

When his team discussed your image, they said that any negative discussion directed towards you would naturally be placed onto Michael. They figured since the 'Thriller' album was doing so well, they shouldn't entertain any discussion of Michael being in a relationship with a c list actress.

Unfortunately, Michael prioritizes his career over almost everything in his life, in his mind, not telling you that your negative image is what is keeping him from going public with you, is him protecting you. He figures what he doesn’t tell you can’t hurt you.

What Michael doesn’t know is that you’re fully aware of what critics are saying about your acting skills and that you were actively taking acting classes now, to help you improve yourself.

It was initially supposed to be a surprise, you wanted to prove yourself to your boyfriend. You know how hard working and successful Michael is and figured, he would be excited for you when you got accepted in a blockbuster horror film, after taking acting classes. Yet, when you got the call confirming you got the role, you decided to not mention it to him.

Things hadn't been the same after his phone call with John Branca. He seemed distant, and while it wasn't unusual for you to go some time without a proper conversation, you couldn't shake the feeling that this time was different.

You never had a proper conversation about their call or how you both felt, so the tension felt lingering when you did speak to one another. While you typically appreciated how you both avoided confrontation, in moments like this when it built distance between you two, you can't help feeling resentful about how passive you both are.

A few days turned into a week and a half.

You knew that Michael was nominated for multiple grammy's and despite the distance between you two, you tried to contact him beforehand, wanting to bask in the moment with him in any way you could.

When he didn't pick up your phone call, you were hurt, but convinced yourself that he must've been incredibly busy preparing for the award show. Since you couldn't be with him, you decided to surprise him and wait for him at Hayvenhurst.

You were seated on his bed, in his pajamas, when you noticed Brooke Shields was seated beside him. He brought her as his date.

You never heard Michael even mention her. Sure, Michael had plenty of friends in the industry and he didn't need to explain any of them to you, but you both knew what him showing up with her meant. Michael was a very meticulous person, if he brought her as his date it could only mean one thing.

He wanted people to think they were together.

Watching Michael break the record for the most nominations and awards received in a single night feels bittersweet. The man you love is being celebrated for something he worked tirelessly for, but at his side is another woman.

You sit for the entirety of the award show in tears, considering how you want to react when he arrives, but your rational side is thrown out the window when he enters the room. You’re pacing his room, face puffy, when he enters. People are a few steps behind him talking, when he sees you and his smile fades.

The people helping him carry his awards are disregarded as he shakes his head at them and quickly shuts his bedroom door, before setting down the two awards he was holding onto his nightstand. He sits on the edge of his bed and watches you, as you pace, biting your lip, in an attempt to focus on anything besides your blurrying vision.

Finally you stop pacing and grab his award softly, looking at it. "Congratulations," Your voice cracks.

Michael's eyebrows furrow, as he sees you struggling to hold yourself together, but restrains himself from reaching for you, attempting to give you space.

You sigh, as tears stain your cheeks, and you gently place the award back on the nightstand before walking to his dresser. You finally look at him, as you lean back onto it.

"Why’d you take her as your date?" Your voice remains steady, as tears continue falling and you wipe them away.

"John thought it would be a good idea to bring a date. We ended up deciding I would ask Brooke."

You can't help scoffing, "Instead of your girlfriend?"

"They thought it'd be best"

You can't help rolling your eyes and raising your voice, "Michael, can you take some responsibility? You're a grown man! You have a say, stop using your team as a way out."

His eyebrows furrow in confusion at your raised voice, you had never yelled at him before.

He looks at the floor, nodding slowly, "I thought it'd be best."

"Why?" You plead, wanting a genuine answer for once.

"John doesn't think you have the best image." His eyebrows scrunch together, embarrassed.

"What are you talking about? I've never been on the front page of a magazine for my private life until you." You can't help scoffing.

Michael covers his face, slowly sliding them down in exasperation before leaning on his elbows, which rest on his knees. He is slouched over on the edge of the bed.

"It's the acting roles you've been doing, people say they just haven't really been— the best." He says, avoiding eye contact.

"Are you kidding me right now? That's what this is about." You begin connecting the dots. Michael was okay being seen out with women in public, taking photos. Just not you. You didn't fit into his picture perfect life.

"You just don't think I'm good enough for you," You mumble to yourself.

"That's not what I said," He stands, approaching you, attempting to touch your waist, before you pull away.

You take a step away from him before folding your arms underneath your chest, and dropping them quickly. You don't want to look as small as you feel right now. "You know, even though things haven't been the best between us the past few days, I called you." Your voice trembles.

"I figured it's Michael's big day, I need to put our problems aside. I was so sad I couldn't be there with you. Not because I needed to be seen with Michael Jackson, but because I knew you would break records tonight." You can't help glancing at the ground and shaking your head in disbelief.

You slowly continue, despite your voice cracking, "I never doubted you for a second. I just wish you believed in me too."

Michael is facing you directly, wanting more than anything to hold you, as his vision becomes blurry. "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I see that now. You didn't deserve that. It's just hard." He struggles to find the right words.

"It's hard?" You can't help raising your voice, "What part was hard, Michael?" You ask, as he flinches in embarrassment. You point at the television, voice never faltering, "Cause from here, it looked pretty easy.— Was it hard asking her out? Was it hard sitting beside a pretty girl all night? Was it hard accepting every award, while I was at home, in tears?"

You scoff, "Oh I know, maybe it was hard thinking about the possibility of ever needing to be seen with me. You know what, you're right. It must've been so hard lying to me in the meantime."

In tears, Michael shakes his head, "I never lied,— I never lied to you. Everything with you was real, especially my feelings."

"Intentionally withholding the truth, is lying to me. You went with her and didn’t tell me. And your feelings for me mean nothing if they don't come hand and hand with respect."

Michael's eyebrows furrow in frustration, "I never said I don't respect you, you keep puttin words in my mouth.— I did wrong, I know I did. I shouldn't have taken her. I should’ve gone public with you, but don't make it seem like I'm this evil person."

He pleads, continuing, "I never meant to hurt you, that's why I didn't wanna tell you I was goin with her or what they were saying about your acting ."

You roll your eyes, "You aren't getting it. If you can be in a room where people are talking about me and you don’t feel the need to defend me, then you don't respect me."

You shake your head, pointing outside the bedroom door, as your voice trembles." I don't care what anyone else has'ta say about me. I know what the media is sayin about me, trust me. I just thought if anyone would be on my side it was you."

Michael takes a step closer to you, and you allow him too, as he takes hold of your hand, fidgeting with it. "I am on your side. But I understand, baby, I did wrong. I'm sorry, really."

You give yourself a moment of comfort and allow Michael to play with your hands before you gently pull away altogether.

"I don’t forgive you." You simply whisper in return, biting your lip.

You begin turning around and gathering your items that you had slowly left over at Michael’s over the year and a half that you have been together.

He remains hot on your heels, "C'mon, work with me here.” He pleads, “ I said I'm sorry, really I mean it.— I'll tell them that we're gonna go public, I don't care. Just don't do this. Don't walk away from something good."

You stop digging through your designated drawer in his room and look at him. "This isn't something a sorry can fix, Michael. If you want me the way you say you do, prove it."

You quickly throw as many things as you can into a duffle bag and leave his house.

Operation Getting Your Lick Back .ᐟ

The movie crew wanted to do a quick table read weeks before shooting the horror movie to make sure everyone's on screen chemistry was good. It was here you became close with Jane Fonda and Rita Moreno, your costars. Although you weren't supposed to discuss your relationship with Michael to others, you never signed an nda, so when they found you sulking, you opened up.

After an hour, they knew about your acting career, your year and a half long whirlwind romance, his obsession with control over his public image, and Brooke Shields.

"Oh, honey. This reminds me of my past relationship with Marlon Brando." Rita shook her head in remembrance.

"You dated Marlon Brando?" You ask in disbelief, never having heard of their relationship.

She hums, "Those years were some of the best nights of my life," she winks, laughing softly.

"He had the women chasing after him, that's for sure" Jane chimes in.

"He did plenty of the chasing too" Rita adds.

"He cheated?" You say, face scrunched in disgust.

"Of course, he was a dog." She states indifferently, as your eyes widen.

Without a second thought, she continues, "There was a point, I was so tired of his cheating I decided to get even." She states, as you and Jane lean forward in anticipation.

"I had just found a pair of lingerie in his house, and I was so heartbroken. I remember going home in tears,— And anyway the next day I got a call from Colonel Parker, Elvis' assistant and he said Elvis saw me at the commissary at Fox Studios and he wanted to meet me. He asked if I would also like to meet him."

She smirks, continuing, "I remember thinking about the lingerie I had just found and I said why yes I would."

You all began laughing together.

You quickly chime in, excitedly, "Well, what happened next?"

"Well, we went out that night, and it quickly spread into the gossip columns the next morning! Marlon heard about it and he was furiouss, he was throwing chairs and yelling, oh he was so mad." She smiles widely.

She quickly grabs Jane's and your knees, leaning in and whispering slowly, "And it was wonderful." You begin squealing in excitement while they laugh along together.

"Did you get back together then?" You enthusiastically ask.

As you all three lean into one another, your hands interlocked with Rita, who appreciated your enthusiasm.

She smiles sadly, patting your interlocked hands with one of her own. "Of course, at that point I didn't want to end things with Marlon. I just wanted to make him feel the way he had made me feel.— We were obsessed with one another. We wouldn't end things for good until two years later."

You hum in response, as you all begin thinking quietly amongst yourselves.

Jane pipes in, "I guess the question now is whether you just wanna make Michael work for it, or whether you wanna see him sweat? The way Rita did."

"And boy did I make him sweat," Rita giggles softly as they both lean in and you pull your hands from Rita's, twiddling your fingers, considering your next words carefully.

It's silent for a moment, and then you smile nervously before making eye contact with the both of them. "I wanna make him sweat."

They began squealing together, before Rita chimes "I knew, I liked you!"

You smile softly, as she pulls you in for a quick hug. You continue, "I just want him to feel how I did, seeing them at the Grammy's together."

"Well you’ll need a man," Jane chimes.

"But not just any man!" Rita elaborates, "You need a man who is able to make him sweat, part of what made me meeting Elvis so hurtful was that it made Marlon realize I could be with someone more successful than him."

"I don't know anyone more successful than Michael." You think aloud.

"He doesn't need to be more successful, He just needs to be someone who everyone knows and holds in high regards. Someone important,— someone who can make him sweat." Jane corrects.

You think for a moment before you quickly lean forward on the sofa, "I know exactly who! Denzel Washington, he's a good friend of mine, and Michael knows he's asked me out."

The women gasped and began gushing over him, Denzel's career was just beginning to reach new heights. Everyone was talking about him, and that partly was because he was easy on the eyes. Which only helped your situation. He's the perfect man to make Michael sweat.

The plan is quickly under way, and when you call Denzel, asking if the invitation to the Academy Awards is still open, he happily agrees.

-

A few days later the awards show was held, you had been receiving calls from Michael, but made it clear that simple 'sorry's' weren't going to cut it. In the meantime, you were walking the red carpet with Denzel.

The dress you wore hugged your figure perfectly. Your back was completely showing, with only two thin straps holding the front piece in place from behind. The back cut was almost uncomfortably low as it rested directly above your ass.

Photographers are immediately yelling out for you both to look in their direction. The dress would go down in history and your delicate makeup and voluminous hair only added an elegance to the look.

Throughout the entirety of your photos together, Denzel's hand rested directly against your lower back, right where the dress ended, adding another layer of conversation to your look for the night. Your comfortability with one another, along with your appearance, and Denzel's first ever award show wins demanded attention.

'Denzel 'Wins Multiple Awards for First Time, Alongside Supermodel Date!'

Gossip columns went on tangents the next day over your look and comfortability with one another. Photos circulating of you both in the car after the award show, laughing closely with one another. Which led them to believe you were both in a relationship, much to both of your satisfaction.

The gossip just assured you that Michael would hear about your public appearance together.

Operation Getting His Girl Back .ᐟ

"Yo, Mike!" Michael hears Randy yelling from the outside of his bedroom door, as Randy and Marlon continue banging on his bedroom door.

"Mike! Hurry up, open the door." Janet yells, with Latoya by her side, reads another newspaper.

Michael, groggily shuffles out of bed. "I'm comin, damn."

As soon as the door opens, Marlon shoves a newspaper in his face, a small section showing a blurry image of a man and woman in a car, close together.

"Who is it?" Michael questions in a raspy voice.

"It's your girl and Denzel Washington, man." Marlon shakes his head, while everyone looks over his shoulder at the newspaper.

"He's so fine," Latoya mumbles to herself, before her siblings stare at her, dumbfounded.

"My bad," She forces an awkward smile.

"What're you gonna do?" Randy chimes in curiously.

Michael stares at the image, before mumbling "I'm gonna get my girl back."

The past week after your argument, Michael had been calling you daily, unsure of how to approach getting you back. These calls were cut short by you, but the fact you were still answering at all feels like a positive sign. You were open to the possibility of something, he just couldn’t understand how to prove it to you.

The siblings huddled around in Michael's room, as he began pacing slowly, While Janet sat crisscrossed in the middle of the bed, with Latoya laying down next to her, looking up at the ceiling.

Randy was digging through Michael's trinkets, while Marlon sat crisscross on the floor, leaning back on his hands.

"So a phone call is a no?" Marlon asks.

"I've been doin that, she answers but never wants to talk long." Michael says before sitting on the edge of the bed, frustrated.

"Have you tried sending her flowers?" Latoya asks, looking in Michael's direction.

"No." Michael responds.

"Well what have you tried?" Janet asks.

"Calling and showing up at her house." Michael sighs.

"Did she open the door," Marlon asks. As Randy opens a wooden treasure chest full of toys, digging inside.

"No." Michael replies, flopping back on the bed, and rubbing his face.

"What if you try sending a big arrangement of flowers and a letter?" Latoya adds, sitting up.

"Do you think that'll work?" Michael asks.

"I don't think you have much of a choice, you needa try something else fast." Janet criticizes.

"Alright," Michael replies, nodding.

-

In the meantime, you were doing your daily routine of working out, going to your acting class, and meeting up with Rita Moreno for lunch. Who was overjoyed to see you on the front page of her newspaper that morning with Denzel, and demanded you grab lunch to gossip.

By the time you had gotten to your small Hollywood home you immediately noticed multiple giant flower bouquets on your doorstep.

You struggle to enter your doorway and notice that your door is struggling to open because of the amount of flowers surrounding your foyer. You smile softly before following the flower petals leading up to your room. You see bags of your favorite couture brands on your bed surrounding an envelope signed 'Mister winning my lady back, Yours Truly, Michael ᥫ᭡".

Immediately you tear open the envelope.

'Dear Pretty Girl,

The past week has been really weird. The best way I can explain it is that it feels like I'm missing a limb from my body, and no one else except I seem to notice it. I'm trying to go about my daily life like everything's normal, but I feel this part of me missing, and I can't stop thinking about it. I miss you. I really really do. I didn't realize how deeply my actions were hurting you until you left. I know, I'm an idiot.

I'm not quite sure what else to say. I know that my actions haven't been the best, and even now I feel like I've waited too long to do something drastic but I'm trying to be intentional. I'll do whatever it takes. I love you, Pretty Girl.

Yours Truly,

You're Pinhead Boyfriend.'

Quickly glancing through the bags you notice items you have previously circled in magazines, while at Hayvenhurst with Michael. Biting your lip, you decide to give Michael a small break and call him. He answers on the third ring.

"Hello?" He questions.

"Hey," You smile softly, "I appreciate the gifts and the letter."

"Good!" He says enthusiastically, before coughing awkwardly "I mean good, I'm glad."

You giggle softly, before thinking out loud, "How did you get everything inside my house?"

"OH, um I have that key you gave me. I didn't want the men who were moving everything inside to do it while your house was empty and I didn't think you'd want me in there so Latoya and Janet were there to let the guys in." He says, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

You hum in response, appreciating his thoughtfulness. "Anyways, I just wanted to say thank you, really. But that doesn't mean everything is okay. I'll talk to you later." You mumble quietly.

"Wait," He raises his voice anxiously. "I'm dying here, baby. I don't know what you want me to do. Whatever it is, I'll do it! I just need a hint. Give me something, mama." He pleads.

Considering his perspective, you sigh. "I'll think about it." You're quiet for a moment before continuing. "Anyways, I really need to go. I'll talk to you later Michael, bye."

"Bye, I love you," He replies, as you hang up.

-

When Michael wakes up the next day to a hand written letter signed by you, his excitement is overwhelming. You decided to cut him some slack. He quickly tears open the envelope.

'Hey, Pinhead Boyfriend #1'

He reads, before rolling his eyes smiling, he knew you wanted to make him jealous and he definitely was, but he knew he had to be careful about how he handled your situation with Denzel. If he acted irrationally, he may push you away for good. For now he intended to focus on fulfilling your demands.

'I decided to be nice and write some demands out for you, the sooner you complete them, the sooner I'll hear you out. First, I need you to announce your relationship status. However, I want this done on my terms. I want you to announce it publicly in a television interview. I also want to see you announce it to our closest friends, at Studio 54 through a thoughtful and practiced performance. Secondly, I want to see you be creative and come up with a thoughtful heartfelt gift on your own. Get to it dummy, I’ll be waiting! ❤︎⁠

Sincerely,

The Only Woman Who Better Be Sending You Love Letters!’

-

The interview was recorded and televised the next day, despite Michael’s busy schedule he demanded John fit it into his agenda. The interview was brief as a result but Michael figured that would be okay. The less said in the interview, the more that the public's focus would be on his newly announced relationship status. Which it was.

Despite the completion of his task, his phone call with you was still short. You meant business.

Wanting desperately to be back in your good graces as soon as possible, Michael began cancelling his obligations throughout the week to begin practicing for his serenade performance at Studio 54. He had exactly four days to perfect it.

He even paid his brothers as well as ya’ll’s favorite drag queens, to practice and be a part of the performance. After the drag queens berated him for his decision to keep your relationship a secret, they agreed to help.

He also made sure to set aside time at night to paint his gift, a portrait of you.

The days felt too quick for his liking, and he began to worry about the performance, but he already told you to be at Studio 54 on Saturday night and he couldn't go back on that now.

He can't help his nervousness as he begins setting up the stage with his brothers for their performance. You sit in a private, elevated section with your friends. In the meantime, Cupcake is continuing her crowd work.

Michael quickly takes a seat on the edge of the stage, gazing down at the floor, unmistakably sad. Before Cupcake approaches him, calling his name. A part of the performance.

Michael and Cupcake follow their prewritten script, building up the anticipation for their performance, before Michael and his brothers get on stage and the melody to 'I Want You Back' begins playing and the boys begin dancing the choreography in sync. The crowd cheers as Michael focuses on you entirely.

'When I had you to myself, I didn't want you around. Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd'

You can't help smiling, watching the obviously rehearsed performance begin. Your friends in your section immediately squeal and begin chattering about the performance, which you don't pay attention to as your focus remains on Michael. Who is also completely focused on you.

'Oh, baby, give me one more chance, to show you that I love you.'

Michael emphasizes the lyrics, while simultaneously staying in line with his brothers who are all dancing alongside one another.

As the music progresses, couples around the room are dancing together, friends are singing passionately to one another, and other audience members are dancing with the drag queens in the crowd. The song begins passing midway through, when you see a few drag queens take each of the Jackson sibling's place on stage as the brothers slowly stop performing and move off stage. Michael remains singing, as the drag queens take their places on stage, serving as backup singers and dancers for the crowd.

The brothers quietly walk off stage, Michael, walking up the steps to your section with his brothers following suit, grabbing items from the side of the stage before rushing after him. Marlon brings a bouquet of roses, Jackie brings a bottle of wine and glass cups, Tito holds a large but thin wrapped gift, and Jermaine holds small tubes in his hand that you can't yet identify.

'Oh, baby, I need one more chance. I tell ya that I love you'

Michael smiles as he reaches you, and you begin dancing with one another. You both gaze into one another's eyes lovingly, smiling widely as the song comes to an end.

As the music finishes, Michael hands his mic to Jermaine, and holds both of your hands while playing with them. He's nervous and unintentionally avoids eye contact for a moment, to gather himself together.

You see his adam's apple bob up and down, while he nervously clears his throat, before finally meeting your gaze.

"What do you say, can I have one more chance?" He nervously gauges your response.

You smile softly and nod your head.

Immediately, confetti is flying around you as everyone in the room is now cheering. Michael looks around and, as he meets your gaze once again he's smiling genuinely now. He lets go of his grip on your hands and they instead move to your jaw, before leaning in. Your lips meet for a slow but chaste kiss.

You spend your night celebrating together with your friends, dancing and laughing. And when you both finally get home, you have a serious and much needed heartfelt conversation. Specifically, about his negative reaction to the criticism you were receiving regarding your past acting roles, as well as his decision to bring Brooke to the Grammy’s

He listened intently to everything you had to say and apologized profusely for his obsession with his and your public image, promising to spend as long as he needed make it up to you. He also promised he wouldn't have contact with Brooke Shield's going forward.

Until the conversation of Denzel finally arose.

"I just kinda feel bad about leading him on." You mumble.

"Oh, he'll be fine, don't worry about that." He states indifferently, playing with the hem of his oversized shirt, which you are wearing, as you both cuddled on the bed.

"You sound so sure of yourself. He really liked me, you know," You acknowledge.

He scoffs, irritated at the mention of Denzel, "Trust me I know."

You sit up from your position. Curiosity getting the best of you, as you look at him, "Then what makes you so sure he won't care."

Michael's eyebrows furrow as he cringes momentarily, frustrated with himself for saying anything. He rubs his hands against his face before sighing.

"I may or may not have spent the last few days setting him back up with his last longterm girlfriend." He coughs, before adding, "They're actually on a date now,— in Hawaii."

"Did you pay for them to travel to Hawaii, just to get him out of the picture?" You scoff in astonishment.

He bites his lip, "When you say it like that, it sounds crazy." He mumbles.

"Yeah, I'm the one making it sound crazy" You reply sarcastically.

You can't help furrowing your eyebrows, while looking at him. "I don't know whether I should be concerned or flattered." You think aloud.

He quickly pulls you back down against him, as his hands find themselves on your jaw as he begins smothering you in kisses. "Flattered, definitely flattered." He replies,

You smile softly. "You know, that seems an awful lot like jealousy." You tease.

He pulls away, humming in response, "I don't think so. I was just tying up a few loose ends, helping a friend out, you know?"

You scoff in astonishment, "You might actually be insane."

"I wasn't gonna let him ruin my one chance at getting you back. I just did something nice to get him out of the way in the meantime." He states gauging your reaction, his thumb softly tracing your jawline.

"Are you upset?" He asks softly.

You remain quiet for a moment, considering your answer, "No, if I had seen you in person with Brooke at the Grammy's, I may have done worse."

He huffs a breathy laugh, "Yeah?" He asks, biting his lip before leaning down and leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. He loved when you got possessive.

'mhmm' You smile, placing your hand on his jawline, softly leaning back on the bed, as you gently pull his face above yours.

"And if you ever do some dumb shit like that again, we're done." You murmur softly, eyebrows furrowed as he notices the hurt in your tone.

He nods softly, " I did wrong by you and I know that, but I swear it won’t happen again."

He leans down and your lips meet in an open mouthed kiss, his tongue softly teasing your bottom lip in the process. While his hands softly trace your jawline and yours slowly begin tugging on the hair on the nape of his neck, as you follow his lead.

Michael sucks on the bottom of your lip slowly before he begins gradually leaning back, as his grip on your throat tightens slightly, guiding your frame on top of his, before he slowly pulls back from the kiss, while you begin kissing along his jaw towards his neck. He settles himself against the headboard, while you straddle him.

His hands make their way up your thighs before groping your ass and eventually tugging at the shirt you have on. Both of your clothes are quickly disregarded as you successfully attempt to find comfort in one another’s embrace for the night. You both seem to wordlessly agree in simply wanting to become intimately reacquainted with one another after your time apart.

He's Never Living It Down .ᐟ

It had been over forty years since your brief separation from Michael, which was the only time where you genuinely almost walked away from him for good. Life has been great. You have five beautiful children together and 12 grandchildren. Things are good.

It was the last Friday night of the month, and therefore your mandatory family night. Your house was filled with children, teenagers, and adults all roaming around, talking amongst themselves in the living room or kitchen.

You were sat on Michael's lap, cuddling on the sofa, with a blanket draped over you, talking quietly amongst yourselves. While completely unaware of three of your grandchildren who were planning on messing with you, laughing quietly amongst themselves.

They quietly sit on the opposite end of the couch, attempting to look casual when your granddaughter, Kayla, raises her voice, immediately catching ya'll's attention, as her brother, Jackson records, attempting to stifle his laughs.

"I'm soo hungry," She wails. "I could eat Denzel Washington."

You scoff a laugh in complete disbelief, as Michael immediately sits up loosening his grip on your waist.

"Denzel Washington?" Michael's eyebrows immediately furrow in annoyance, while he lets go of you.

"Has she been mentioning him," He asks looking at you in disbelief, while the kids start laughing hysterically and you sit completely baffled.

"I haven't thought of that man in years, don't start." You say getting annoyed with him.

"Why are they talkin bout him?" He quickly directs his questions towards the children who are wheezing with laughter, while the rest of the room has gotten quiet and everyone is now watching y'all's reactions, smiling or laughing. "Where'd y'all get that name?" He asks them seriously.

"Papa, we found the photos of Granny with him when they were young and just wanted to mess with ya'll, it's a tiktok trend." Jayla speaks up from her spot, next to her sister, smiling widely.

You can't help chiming in "You chose the wrong name, the one you should've said was Brooke Shields." You say raising your eyebrows at Michael. To which he closes his eyes and his head falls back on the couch in disbelief. How he ended up in trouble, he didn’t know.

Your eldest son chimes in, "Ya'll done got Papa in some trouble." He says as you stand up and walk away, annoyed that he would get angry over hearing Denzel's name when he knows he was the one who rubbed Brooke Shields in your face. He didn't have any right to be annoyed.

Michael quickly follows after you, hoping you weren't genuinely upset with him.

One of your daughters chimes in "He's gonna be sleeping on the couch if he doesn't start kissing up." They laugh amongst themselves before one of their significant others asks about the story behind the celebrities being mentioned.

They slowly settle around the couch while Michael follows you silently in the kitchen.

"Papa cheated on Granny with Brooke Shields." One of your grandchildren chimes in.

"I thought Granny cheated with Denzel," Another asks.

Slowly your children reveal the story to their children and significant others, each one chiming in at different points, having heard the story multiple times before.

By the end of the story, everyone is murmuring amongst themselves. Before your youngest daughter explains to those unaware, that their names were basically forbidden words in your house growing up. They always led to an argument, with Michael ultimately being the one in trouble and having to apologize.

One of your children's significant others finally speaks up, "I hope they figure things out, she seemed really upset."

Your youngest daughter rolls her eyes before revealing "Oh, they'll be fine. They get like this every once in a while. I bet they're already good."

Your next youngest son butts in, "No way! The last time, mama was so mad she made him sleep on the couch."

They begin bickering amongst themselves, as a few of your children and grandchildren decide to peek into the kitchen, to see if you were arguing with Michael. Instead, they see you leaned up against the kitchen island, hands on Michael's face while his hands rest on your waist, and he is smothering you in kisses "'m sorry— love you— 'm a dummy." he mumbles between kisses, while you giggle softly.

𝗝𝗮𝗻𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟱, 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟬

You were speaking to your assistant, Tatiana, outside of the conference room. Despite being in your element, you understood a great deal was riding on this meeting. Michael Jackson would be considering signing with MGM, the company you were working for, and you were also hoping to pitch yourself to him personally.

Michael was breaking barriers with his music already, and you understood that he would undoubtedly go further, so long as he had the right team by his side.

"Your next meeting is with 'The Beetles,' but it isn't for 5 hours. They just want to go over the details for their next music video, and I have your notes in my bag.— I made sure to clear your schedule so you could try to get a meeting with Michael after this one." Tatiana states, pensively.

As she finishes speaking, Henry, a complete misogynistic business jerk, begins passing by. Before entering the conference room he places his hand on your shoulder, stating, "A lot is riding on this meeting, try to blend in with the big boys, huh?" He smiles, before removing his hand and entering the room. He believes himself to be affectionately teasing you, he sees you as a friend. A feeling that is completely one sided.

The arrogance and misogynist remarks that were directed at you were typical, you were often the only woman in the room during these meetings. In the early days of your career, you would make quick retorts back. However, you were pulled aside by your mentor, who insisted on the importance of keeping a composed manner and making connections, and over time you stopped acknowledging these remarks.

You didn't reply and simply met Tatiana's gaze again.

"What a fucking prick. I don't know how you let shit like that slide." She states, frustrated on your behalf, glaring past you, where he had just entered the room.

"I've had to keep a certain image to even be allowed in these spaces. Trust me, it's taken time." You say quietly as a few more men pass you both, entering the room. You place your hand on her shoulder affectionately, "I'll see you later, wish me luck." You state, turning away from her and entering the room behind the men.

"Good luck!" She responds apprehensively.

As you enter the room, you gravitate towards Ashar, a half Indian and half white man, who could pass as an ethnically Greek man due to his complexion. His name being the only give away of his ethnic background. Upon entering the company, he was one of the only men who treated you courteously. He was often referred to as Ash due to coworkers, who deemed it "hard to pronounce".

The men in attendance were already making small talk as you took your seat. "How was your meeting with the rookie you were recommended?" You asked politely, smoothing out your blazer.

"It was a total bust. He wasn't horrible but couldn't hold certain notes on some of the songs he was performing." He states casually.

"That sucks, he just had that hit song" You think aloud.

"Yeah, seems like that's all he'll have," He huffs solemnly.

You both continue catching up, as everyone awaits Michael's arrival. This meeting had already been discussed beforehand multiple times, in preparation. After a short period, an unfamiliar man enters, and the room falls silent. Michael followed suit, entering a few steps behind him. He was dressed in a navy blue, extravagant suit, with gold embellishments, and most notably, black aviators, which made him feel all the more inscrutable.

The company's CEO began with flattery, as standard for big name celebrities.

"So, we appreciate you coming in and we applaud your decision to seek independent counsel. We can assure you the most comprehensive attention to your entire media portfolio."

Henry chimes in, "At MGM we believe in treating our clients as family, and we want to—."

This piques Michael's interest as he finally faces Henry directly and cuts him off, "I already have a family."

Henry, who was initially eager to be a prominent figure in this meeting, is now silent. The room seems to stand still for a moment, as the men consider how to respond. It's abundantly clear how much everyone in the room wants to be in Michael's good graces. You decide to take this as your chance and speak up, "Too much of one."

The room remains silent as you and Michael look at one another. Despite your apprehension, you continue, "I mean the whole point is going solo right? So, that means you're probably gonna need to break a few hearts over there in Encino."

Michael lowers his aviators on his nose and meets your gaze above them. You finally begin to doubt your decision to speak up, but refuse to appear intimidated as he responds.

"Do I know you?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I would definitely remember."

"What's your name," he questions, adjusting his sunglasses back in place. You indifferently share your name.

"You work with 'The Beetles,'" he states aloud.

"Yeah, I work with Bob Dylan, Marvin Gaye, Fleetwood Mac when they're in the States, and a few other people under MGM." You reply, proud of your portfolio in the music industry.

"I like 'The Beetles' and Marvin Gaye," he responds.

The men surrounding you both are astonished, Henry is gazing at you enviously, while Ashar has a small smile on his face.

"Me too, it's wonderful to witness their recording sessions. It's even better to see them perform live, they're real talents." You smile softly, satisfied with the commonality you were able to find with him.

"You know what I'm after?" He asks, inquisitively, holding your gaze.

"I believe so, you wanna be the biggest star in the world." You reply thoughtlessly. The rest of the table is now indifferently watching as you steer the meeting, you weren't supposed to make yourself known in their eyes.

"Can you help make that happen?"

"Absolutely."

"How?"

"Because I know what it's like to be given the short end of the stick, and still come out on top. I know how it is for black artists in this industry, it's hard. I believe that you can not only make change for black artists, but I believe you have the talent to be the biggest artist to ever exist."

He nods slowly, and takes off his aviators.

Suddenly, the distinction between Michael and yourself among the table of all the white men around you was acknowledged. The men all glanced at one another uncomfortably and a small cough came from Henry. This was a very bold move on your part.

The company's CEO finally chimes in "Mr. Jackson, I apologize—"

Michael quickly shuts him down, his gaze not faltering from you, "She's the one, I want her on my team." It was settled.

Michael continues, "Can you leave us alone for a second, I want to discuss a few things."

The CEO replies for everyone, "Of course."

Although you were excited about Michael's decision to pursue employing you, you couldn't help the concern you felt at having your first one-on-one meeting with him. The powerful men at MGM scurried out of the room and Michael immediately took control of the conversation.

"Okay, here's your first job, I need you to fire Joseph." He nods to himself, looking at you.

"Your dad?" You state out loud, surprised at where the conversation was directed. You continue, "You want me to fire your dad, okay. Is there any way you prefer for me to do it."

"Quickly," he replies simply.

"Okay," you nod.

As the conversation continued, you brought in Tatiana, with different drafted managerial documents. These documents would establish your role in Michael's career as well as your expected involvement. The papers weren't signed immediately. Instead he agreed to go over them with his lawyer and get back to you with which agreement he intended to pursue, which was expected.

Within a week, the agreement was finalized, and you were completely immersed into Michael’s world.

-

𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝟮𝟴, 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟬

The past few months have completely changed for you. During the day, you are absorbed in your clients' plans, running to and from meetings, listening to demos, discussing promotional plans, and making time for Michael, who has quickly become your favorite client.

During the evening, you have become accustomed to heading into the studio to work with Quincy Jones and Michael who were both completely devoted to the recording process. Michael had you and Quincy constantly bringing in new demos produced by songwriters who wanted Michael to be the face for their work.

Like clockwork at 8pm you would head to their evening recording session. In your sweatpants, oversized shirt, with food, and a bag full of demos for them to listen to and new small cassette recorders to give to Michael if he sparked inspiration at any given moment.

You sigh, punching in the code at the door to the studio at Hayvenhurst and enter with drinks, a bag of food, and name brand tote bag, full of items you may need for today's session. You remain silent, listening to see if they were in the middle of recording, but find the men speaking and looking over a paper. When they both glance up and smile at you, you reciprocate their reaction and greet them.

"Today I went with Quincy's favorite," You share, holding up the bag.

"You're the best," Quincy states, walking towards you and helping take the food and drinks out of your hands.

He sits the food on the small coffee table at the back of the room, near the sofa. You sit your bag on the sofa and give Michael a side hug.

"How's today's session been goin, pretty boy?" You question casually, sitting on the floor beside the table when Michael begins settling near you. You quickly start digging in the bag of food with Quincy.

"We're still workin on lyrics for the same demo." Michael replies, grabbing his juice and taking a sip.

Quincy chimes in quickly, "He's been getting a little frustrated. He's got the hook, but he's struggling with the rest."

"I'm sure it'll come with time, don't stress yourself too much. Dig in" You move the bag to Michael, who has zoned out and is instead looking at the table in front of himself.

"I'm not really hungry"

You smile stiffly, realizing his own solemn feelings. "Michael, we're just starting the album, it's gonna take a while. Besides, I might have a break for you. I have this new demo I wanted ya'll to listen to, I think it's a hit."

You wipe your hands on a napkin and kneel on the floor, digging through your purse

Michael speaks up, "I don't know, I really wanna try to finish this one. It feels like it's on the tip of my tongue. It's gonna be really good, I know it."

As you continue rummaging around through your cassettes you reply, "I believe you Mike, really. I just think it may help if you look at another demo, I think you're stressin yourself out too much, just give it a listen."

You pull it out, the title written hastily on a white sticker 'Why, Human Nature."

You get up and hurry to the small studio boombox. You turn it on while putting in the cassette. You press a few buttons and turn up the volume, and the studio fills with a soft melody and the lyrics begin.

"Looking out across the nighttime,

The city winks a sleepless eye.

Hear her voice, shake my window,

Sweet seducing sighs."

You zone out, eyes on the boombox, taking it all in. You want to be critical but instead feel a sense of pride and smile softly. This would be a hit. You slowly come to your senses and look at the men, Quincy's rustling with the food stopped a few seconds ago and the men glance at one another, understandingly.

As the music progresses, you take in the men's reactions. Quincy was sitting back in his chair, arm resting on the armrest and hand picking at his beard, zoned out. His focus entirely on how to improve the track

Michael stares at the floor in front of him as his upper body sways to the music. A great sign, when Michael believes in a song his body gives it away, he couldn’t help dancing to the music, it came naturally.

It doesn't take long for the men to praise the song and leave their food on the table. Everyone excitedly rushed to the soundboard to begin producing the beat. The excitement of a good new demo taking over. Hours later, you and Quincy were still listening to Michael sing the lyrics. Michael, being the one who insisted on doing retakes despite it sounding perfect the first run through.

"Michael, that's a wrap. That one was perfect" Quincy insists, incredibly tired after another long studio session.

Soon enough he's getting ready to leave and Michael is insisting on giving the song a few listens together.

"I'm gonna head out man. Seriously though, it's perfect. If inspiration sparks, give me a call."

As you begin packing yourself, Michael walks up to you.

"C'mom mama, stay and listen with me. Just once!" Michael tries to reason.

Sighing you can't help smiling back at his animated features. Michael doesn't seem to feel the effects of the time. You glance at your watch and read '1:20 AM' but decide another few minutes won't hurt and nod softly.

"Alright, only cause you're my favorite client. Just once Michael!" You say with no bite.

"Yeah, yeah." He smiles and presses the play button as 'Human Nature' begins playing again and he begins singing along and dancing.

You watch him but lean against the sofa's armrest, passively.

He similarly watches you and quickly approaches you, grabbing your arms.

"Oh c'mon, dance with me," He smiles.

He grabs hold of both of your hands and begins swaying his body to the music encouragingly. Michael is singing along while pulling you away from the sofa.

"I've told you before, Mike. I can't dance." You smile, but try pulling away.

His grip on your hands tighten.

"You don't need to know how to dance, It's just us." He reasons, keeping his eyes on you, hopefully, and you decide to let loose and push aside your sleepiness.

You begin swaying along with him, until he lets go and begins doing a little foot work and you try to copy him laughing softly with one another. The movements look seamless when he does them but jagged when you attempt them.

The song continues and so do your movements. You attempt to get lost in the music while dancing but struggle and decide to continue copying Michael's steps. When he presses a button and one of his other demos which he is considering for his next album plays, you don't argue and continue dancing and singing loudly with Michael.

You begin twirling around and continue mimicking Michael's shuffling while he continues dancing seamlessly, his movements resembling a full dance choreography. When the song finishes you quickly speak up.

"Wait wait, I got one." You say, smiling widely and shuffling through your purse to find Michael's 'Off The Wall' album, before putting it into the large stereo nearby and pressing play. You skip to the title track.

You turn around and begin attempting yet again to do Michael's shuffling only for him to grab your hands.

Smiling at your attempt, he encourages you "Don't think about it too much, let your feet glide, you're tryin to hop into it but it's easier than that." He slows his gliding and arm flapping for you to analyze.

"Okay," You reply, taking a deep breath. You try to follow his lead and find your movements resembling his a bit more.

"There you go!" He huffs a laugh while you squeal and hug him.

"I did it!" You smile widely, pulling away and continue the movement for quite a bit, attempting to ingrain it in your memory. Michael smiles, watching you and after a moment takes your hands in his and begins guiding you in a partner four step dance slowly, allowing you to analyze it before trying it out. You quickly follow his lead, singing loudly together.

Michael lets go of one of your hands and twirls you in the other, pulling you back into position, when you lose your footing and fall into his frame. You tumble down onto the floor laughing together when you slowly use your arms to push yourself up, from on top of him, and gage his reaction, when you realize just how close your faces are to one another.

The music seems to fade into the background as you both silently stare into one another's eyes. Time feels like it's standing still, the tension demanding to be acknowledged when you see Michael glance at your lips, seemingly inviting you to make a move. This makes you snap out of it and shuffle away from him, sitting against the sofa and huffing an awkward laugh.

"I'm sorry Mike, I told you I'm a bad dancer." You glance at him and smile softly as he begins sitting up and settling next to you.

He smiles and nods back, "It's fine really." He replies softly.

He attempts to hide his own disappointment. Michael always found you to be attractive, but didn't consider it further when he signed you onto his team. However, as your work relationship progressed, so did your friendship and his fondness of you.

He couldn't help the feelings that had built slowly. He knew he shouldn't feel anything for you but it wasn't like he would ever act on it. That simply wasn't who Michael was, he was too shy to confess his feelings to anyone, it was why he had only been in one real relationship. While he knew he couldn't push himself to make a move, he couldn't help hoping you would.

The silence continues for a moment, while you attempt to find a way to fill it before finally asking "How've things been going at home by the way?"

You know of the difficult relationship Michael has with his father and the distance he feels with his brothers, who are either married or in completely different situations than him.

You continue "I fired Joseph for you, but you never really told me what it was like when you had to go home and see him. How he reacted to you promoting 'Off The Wall'".

He hums in response, "It went better than I expected. He was really mad but it wasn't a long conversation." He pauses before continuing, "But I have been hearin that he's talking to people about havin another tour next year."

"You don't need to do it if you don't wanna." You reply simply.

You have had plenty of conversations with Michael about the way he imagines his future and his plans. An important part of that for him was leaving 'The Jackson 5' in the past, but you knew it wasn't that easy, they're his family.

"I know it's just hard cause I know how much 'The Jackson 5' means to them, not just Joseph, all of them. I kinda feel guilty wannin to go my own way. I feel like I'm letting them down." Michael confesses, glancing at you.

You look at him and nod softly, "I get it Mike, but they also raised you to be a star." You pause before continuing, "They can't blame you for wanting to take things further. I get it, you don't wanna let them down, but you've also been living for them till now. You owe this to yourself, you can't let yourself down either."

It's quiet yet again, Michael considering your words. He knows what you said was true, but having another person affirm his beliefs felt relieving.

"Thanks, really." He smiles, looking at the floor beneath him before curiously probing into your life.

"What about you? How'd you end up being the only female executive at MGM, managing a bunch of big names?"

You think softly on the past and reply, "A lot of hard work. My parents struggled for a while when I was little. I knew when I got older I wanted to make something of myself and help them out. When I was in high school we moved in this area and I met a girl in school. I found out we were second cousins and that her dad worked at Sony Records. I did everything I could to get into contact with him. When I was in college I interned under him and when I finally graduated, I still struggled to get anyone to hire me. No one would take me serious cause I was a woman. When I found out my uncle needed an assistant, I jumped at the opportunity. It took time but when I got the offer from MGM I jumped at it." You zoned out while talking, remembering the difficulties that came from your decision to pursue this career.

"How are things with your family?" He asks, glancing at you.

Your eyebrows furrow as you cough awkwardly. "Uh, okay I guess.— I don't know, I mean I'm busy all the time. So, I don't really visit a lot. They try to call me all the time but I'm always working. I help them financially though." You nod to yourself.

"Do you wish you could visit them more?" He asks, curious about the complete dynamic of your relationship with them.

"Yeah, I think part of me does. It's hard though. I've changed a lot, and I feel like we barely know each other. They have this older traditional mindset, and I mean I'm not exactly a traditional woman myself. When I see my brothers or father shove that onto the women in the family it freaks me out. It's like I have their respect, but I'm still supposed to be this submissive woman at the end of the day and I'm just not that person. So, I miss them but I also know that part of me aches being there and seeing that still be the way they look at us."

You pull a pillow from the couch and place it behind you back, laying your head against the edge of the couch and look at Michael, trying to gauge his reaction.

You both share a look before he focuses on the wall in front of you both and replies.

"I get that, I mean not exactly but I feel sorta the same about my folks. It's like some part of me feels this want to fit in with them but I know that I don't, that I was meant to do something different. I just have all of these songs and plans. It's like I either live for myself and let them down or I live for them and let myself down." He shares.

The moment is quiet except for the soft hum of Michael's ‘Off The Wall' Album playing in the background.

Michael decides to add, "If it makes any difference, I really do admire you. When I saw you in the conference room at MGM for the first time I knew right away how hard you must've worked to be in that room. When you said all you had to say, you just kinda confirmed my suspicions."

You smile appreciatively, "Thanks, pretty boy. That means a lot coming from you. You know I think really highly of you. When I told you that I believed you could be the biggest artist to ever exist, I really meant it. I'm just glad I get to be a part of it."

You both stayed up talking all night with one another. It was hours later when you both accidentally fell asleep on the floor with one another.

It was around 9 in the morning when Quincy walked into the studio. He found you both on the floor cuddling and began coughing, attempting to wake you up. You heard his cough and slowly began to stir when you realized your surroundings. You and Michael looked at one another, and quickly pulled away. While he sat up, you quickly looked at your wristwatch and began packing your things to leave. It wasn't long after that when you said your goodbye's and left in a rush.

That night left you and Michael completely confused about your feelings for one another.

Although you'd refuse to admit it, this is the day when things seemed to change between you and Michael. Sure, you already called him pretty boy, and you both were attracted to one another from the beginning, but you both respected one another so much that the concept of anything ever happening hadn't occurred to either of you until now.

And yet Michael's shyness and your refusal to get romantically involved with a coworker kept you from acknowledging that night. Despite the new lingering looks and feelings that emerged. You both had images to keep. Your successful career could be questioned if you got romantically involved with a person within the same industry, which you refused to let happen.

You refuse to fall for Michael Jackson.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ sugarboyfriend!michael who agreed to your condition of needing to dress up in a girl's wig and pyjamas to be allowed entry.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ sugarboyfriend!michael who performs an elaborate duo performance with you to "Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun", still in his mandatory dress code, and is twirling feathery scarves around.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ sugarboyfriend!michael who unironically lives for the gossip being shared at the sleepover. "He made her split the bill? What a shmuck!"He says, baffled, with an avocado mask on, while you sat in front of him, painting his nails. "Mikey, stop moving!" "Sorry."

˚⟡˖ ࣪ sugarboyfriend!michael who convinces everyone to prank Bill, and drives everyone to his house. Which was a terrifying experience itself. Then quickly, you all giggle while teepeeing his house. Only for Bill to call the cops, and you blame Michael right away. "I'm too pretty to go to jail," you would tell him.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ sugarboyfriend!michael who curls up against you, equally as aggressively as you do to him, while you both stare in horror as your close friend shares a scary story. "I'll pay you whatever cash Michael has in his wallet to end the story already," "deal." "baby!"

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-

You stride into the house with your children close by your side. The hushed tones coming from the hallway confirming your suspicion, the interview was happening now. Your nanny walked out of the open kitchen

"Michael's with Bashir right now. Do you want me to take the kids? They seem ready for a nap," She states, and her lips twitch upward despite her solemn appearance. The pit in your stomach began weighing heavily on you at her odd expression.

"How's it going?" You can't help questioning.

"I haven't gone in to see, but I kept seeing Bashir and his team whispering amongst themselves beforehand. It was rubbing me the wrong way." She replies in a hushed manner.

Without a second thought, you hurried into the hallway, allowing her to assume responsibility for the children. As you tread to the door, the voices clear, and the conversation is now understandable. You don't hesitate in twisting the doorknob and quietly stepping inside. Despite seats being available among Bashir's team, you remain standing.

"How often would he beat you?" Bashir asks indifferently.

Your eyebrows furrow, and you hear Michael hesitate, only being able to see the back of his head. You now decide to intentionally remove the barrier and step forward, into his line of sight, and he glances at you. The gnawing in your stomach remained. Bashir was intentionally testing Michael's boundaries.

"Too much," Michael responds simply, attempting to distance himself from the memories.

Without missing a beat, Bashir pushes further, "Would he only use a belt?"

Immediately, Michael flinches and places his hand over his face, struggling. You hesitate, eyebrows furrowing and take a deep breath, attempting to remain composed.

"Why do you do this to me?" Michael's voice cracks, hands still shielding his face.

Promptly, you stride forward, placing your hand on Michael's bicep. Your eyesight becomes blurry, but you refuse to allow it to deter you from your next action.

"I need you to leave." You state harshly despite your voice trembling.

Michael tries to remain respectful. "Baby—."

"Ma'am, Michael and I made an agreement." Bashir cuts Michael off, defensively.

"Pack your things. You and your team better be gone in the next twenty minutes, or I'll have security drag you out." You state curtly while you tug Michael's shoulder, and he quickly stands, following you into another wing of the house, into your bedroom.

As you both enter, Michael sits on the edge of the bed, hands resting on his face while tears rush down, and you pace across the room quickly, breathing heavily. The sound of your steps being the only discernable noise, until you hear him sniffle. You quickly turn and, despite your own consuming emotions, you sit beside him, facing him and arms enveloping his frame.

"I feel so stupid. You warned me this would happen,"he states, voice muffled as he refuses to remove his hands from his face.

You gently take ahold of them, pulling them down, revealing his tear stained face.

"You aren't stupid. You believe in the kindness of humanity, and that's beautiful. You set up an agreement, and you believed that he would respect that agreement. He's the stupid one for believing he'd get away with pushing your boundaries. Michael, you're wonderful. When I think of the goodness that exists in the world, I think of you. You do so much good for the world, and you believe in its goodness and that's something that'll change it for the better. For now, though, you're going to have people like Bashir who try to exploit you for a quick buck, but, when all is said and done, your legacy and humanitarianism is what's going to live on, not the media's lies and these deceitful interviews."

Silence encompassed the room as he began crying again, and smiled softly. "I love you."

"I love you more."

-

The emotions that felt all encompassing hours before had been pushed aside as your little family had decided to spend the evening at home. Michael held one toddler while the other was standing on a dining room seat placed directly against the kitchen counter beside you.

"Daddy, mommy said, we show you our dance!" Your little boy said while pouring sprinkles on his ice cream sunday.

"He's not even ready daddy. He can't do the moonwalk." The other huffed.

Michael smiled, "We'll just have to teach him, huh?"

"I can do it," he replies angrily.

"Nuh-uh, Bubbles does it better than you!" They began bickering.

Despite the children arguing, the normalcy of your family seems to ease Michael's nerves. This is what kept you both sane amongst the chaos of his fame, the bickering and love.

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