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Hiya! I usually don’t have enough material in my mind for full fics so I go on hiatus a lot, srry! You’ll probably catch me writing for multiple fandoms lolz. Just a girl who beats her bf and loves women, he loves it here tho

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Vamp!MJ (RN)

Corenswet!Superman

Bishop - Euphoria (plot to be determined)

Michael Jackson x Actress!Reader

Precis- You thought leaving Michael behind was the best decision you could make. Unbeknownst to both of you, your separation was never accidental. What happens when you both become stars and meet with old wounds and pent up emotions.

Authors Note: Written with Bad/Early Dangerous era in mind, but any era works. Myb for the hiatus...

Tags: Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Forced Proximity, Tension, YEARNING, suggestive, unfinished business, fame, miscommunication WC: 4.5K

“Why don’t you just– soul search, yeah?”

That was the last thing you had heard from Michaels publicist, or at least you think it was. Her tone so sincere and sweet, but the words lacked that same sweetness. All words seemed to jumble together after hearing, "you're holding him back more than you realize…” like a ringing in your ear. Of course you didn't want to believe that but at the time, Michael was just starting his solo career. Everybody knew he had something special about him and that without a doubt he'd make it big. 

Especially you.

You had been there long before the headlines, before the screaming crowds grew impossible to hear over, before everybody suddenly wanted a piece of him. You met Michael Jackson through your uncle, who worked around the studio and occasionally helped manage sessions for the brothers. Meanwhile you helped get everybody comfortable and accommodated, like a mini manager per say. Furthermore, somewhere between long rehearsals and late-night recordings, Michael had started looking for you first whenever he walked into a room.

Being similar in age, you and Michael eventually grew close, he was calming to be around and in turn, you were there as a reminder that he was young in his fast paced life. Whether it was the studio, the family estate, or just walking down the boulevard, you were always there. Attached at the hip. Maybe that’s why it confused him so much when you suddenly left. Right when he was going to release Off The Wall, the moment he wanted you there the most for. 

To be fair, you never wanted it to end like that. It was always in your head to eventually tell Michael how much he mattered to you. Unfortunately, others saw your closeness as an obstacle.

“Michael can't be seen with a woman this early into his career, it'll ruin the facade!”

“You don't really think y’guys will continue to be buddy buddy after he gets out there, do you?”

“I mean- c'mon- you're you, and he’s, y’know…”

Despite all this, you stayed. It got to you, of course it did, but you had known Michael for years. You were the same girl who he would sneak off with to the local park and mess around with while still being able to open up about life. You weren't going to be scared off by those who had no idea of your relationship or Michael himself. At least that’s what you thought until you finally got a glimpse of it yourself. The team started telling you less, when you would drop by all of a sudden Michael either wasn't there or was “busy”, and seeing interviews of him and his brothers up on the big screen, meanwhile, you were in the same place. 

What did you have to offer? You were just a girl who was seen following Michael around like a dog, somebody who happened to get lucky because of her uncle. Nobody known. You were probably only there as convenience anyway, being one of his only friends because you were in proximity, nothing more. Once he meets others, would you be forgotten? 

Insecurity slowly settled and you began losing hope. You couldn't help but feel as though you couldn't confide in him. Not only because you couldn’t reach him but also at the risk of unveiling how you truly felt for him. After months of your spirit being torn down, that image of you and him began to look blurry. Leaving it best to keep more of your space, never noticing how the lack of presence affected him.

The final nail in the coffin was over hearing him and his brothers in the studio at the end of a session. With the mindset of, now or never, blaring in you, you had finally planned to open up to Michael about everything and were just about to open the door– “Did you see all those girls man? Practically jumped on us!” You paused at the sound of one of his brothers.

“The one with the low cut top was about to get it if you hadn't talked to her first–”

 “Don’t be mad she wanted a brother like me,” They bickered back and forth, “What about you, Mike? Y’know they were showing you all types of stuff over there,” All cackling away, you stopped reaching for the handle by then, “Don’t tell me you too good to look or touch, we’ve all took some back every once and a while” One of them teased, “Or are they just not pretty enough for ya?” 

“‘Course not Randy, they're all attractive,” Michael softly exclaimed, feeling all eyes on him now.

“So what's the problem? I saw you staring at the one with short hair” One of them playfully said “Let loose a little, don’t act like you haven’t all of a sudden,” You were never one to probe within Michael's love life but based on what you had seen, Michael was one of the only brothers who never participated in such acts and was the most respectful even. It gave you closure to know that you potentially had a chance. Again, potentially.

“Like when you danced with that stacked girl for nearly an hour!” 

“Or like when you kept sneakin’ away to talk to that hussy after shows…” Tito piped

It was then insecurity settled deep, you weren't famous, you weren't out there like those girls, nor did you think you had anything special. Being a constant in Michael's life now seemed harder to visualize. Just like when you were younger, he was always moving, meanwhile you were always exactly where you were left. He would only get bigger. Did you even have anything going for you? Being so lost in this fantasy of “young love”, it hadn’t even crossed your mind to be something. 

It was then you turned back, deciding it would be best to set your own path in life. Think of your future more thoroughly. Not in the shadows, not waiting for an opportunity, One potentially without Michael. You had walked away before ever hearing him out.

 “You guys always makin’ things somethin’ they’re not…” Michael muttered, “You know we were rehearsing for fun while everyone else partied, and that other girl was givin’ me advice about songwriting,” Michael quickly clarified, “Never saw ‘em that way,”

“Yeah whatever, should've known that one…” They all looked at Jackie knowingly except Michael, “Cause he too busy diggin’ that other fine chick that comes around here,” Jackie half heartedly joked while playfully punching him and rough housing him.

“Stop messing-” 

“Don’t worry, we respect you for keeping your priorities straight!” Marlon raised his hands in defense, “You’ll get that girl in no time,” Michael didn’t bother arguing against his brothers after that, after all they weren’t wrong. He held you far dearer to his heart than anyone realized. Always getting flustered and nervous around you despite his onstage persona. It didn’t matter how pretty or how well known somebody was to him, they weren't you. Always treating him like any other. Normal. No cameras. No screaming crowds. Human.

But even then, you knew you couldn’t leave without saying something. After all those years spent beside Michael, disappearing quietly felt wrong.

“I know this is a bit of a surprise but I hope this finds you well and just wanted to let you know I wanna explore a little, find myself a bit more. I've spent the best years of my life with you Mike and I know you'll reach your dreams. I'll be here to talk if you ever need me! Promise!

Xoxo,

 xxx-xxx-xxxx” 

You left the note tucked beneath the sleeve of his jacket hanging back at the studio, exhaling shakily before slipping out the backstage door. You felt comfortable enough to leave with the thought that he would contact you if ever needed, or more so cared.

You never noticed the second pair of eyes lingering near the hallway entrance. 

You should've known to be more cautious. You should've known when that woman touched your shoulder too softly. You should've known that the same publicist who claimed to have a good eye out for you didn’t want you there at all. Maybe it's why years later, it stuck with him how you could leave without a word. 

He could remember the thoughts running through his mind when days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and then years without a trace of you. Spending the first few always asking for you, in his limited spare time, visiting places you both had gone to. Feeling, somehow, abandoned and an endless feeling of grief for years to come. Always fantasizing how you would've reacted when he accomplished something he was proud of. How you would've stayed during those nights he felt the lowest. It didn't matter where he went, it wasn’t the same without your proximity. And maybe that's why when he saw you on that big screen he froze. Not knowing if it was awe or confusion. Reminiscing those same moments from what felt like life times ago, once more. You spent years searching for a purpose, ambition, and he could see it.

 Only a couple months before he released Bad, you got your big hit role. While you did find purpose, you couldn’t help that little voice in the back that constantly yelled, he never cared. For the first few months after deciding to “find your path” you waited. Every day you expected a call. A message. Something that would prove you weren’t as easily forgotten as you feared. But nothing came. Not from Michael, not from anyone. After what felt like half a year, you decided to leave the state entirely. No man came close to replacing what you had with Michael, it’s why it still hurts to know he never tried to reach out.

Even more so that you saw and heard him everywhere you went.

“God you're going to love this role,’’ your agent came bursting you out of your thoughts, “they offered to pay three hundred and ten for every five hours, not even counting the paid rehearsal,” she said damn near more excited than you.

You began glossing your lips attempting to mask productivity, “They must be really desperate if they're offering that much– what role is this for again?” you said finally turning to her from your vanity, “Because I’m not getting nude for anything–”

“Oh you– I’d never agree to have you do that!” she rushed towards you, “But i honestly can't tell you much either. They personally requested you. It's just some short film, barely even a full script description,” You cautiously looked up at her like you could hardly believe anybody would pay that much for so little time and more. “Don’t be so tense, the money's good, and as far as I know,” lightly grabbing you by the shoulders from behind, “a credible production.” You look back at your mirror and let out an exhale through your nose, “I hear a big name’s on it as well, could be good exposure for you,” Toothfully grinning at you, that made you almost laugh. Your name had already been circulating for years now, but she still said it like you were just starting out.

“Alright,” you said at last. “Send me the schedule.”

It almost felt odd how– convenient it all was.  Your flights were covered. Your hotel was already paid for. Even your meals had been arranged in advance. It felt less like a job offer and more like someone had anticipated every reason you might say no, and removed them one by one. It was as though you had forgotten how sneaky somebody could be.

 It was only a few days you had settled into Los Angeles, and you still felt as though you were being thrown out of the loop on purpose. Still, you barely had a reason to walk away from potentially a big opportunity.

Not yet.

“Cmon pick up the pace– excellent– just like that!”

A week of rehearsal, you began getting the hang of everything. Chaotic, yes, but it sure felt rewarding. While you still didn’t know the specifics to everything, you figured out you were the main lead in a music video. More so, a “love” interest based on how you and your partner moved together. He was more so a double for your real lead. Never seeing who you'd actually be performing with until later due to, "conflicting schedules”, or something. Even weirder, never hearing the actual song during practices, just an instrumental or beats of some sort to follow. Despite the secretiveness of it all, it didn’t affect you all much considering the check.

After a much needed spa day, you were back on the road. You had just stepped out of the sedan with your cheffur helping you out, “Ok– wardrobe check in thirty, after, your first onset rehearsal–” Your agent listed your schedule, already on to work not even ten steps out of the high end car, “Oh! Can’t forget–”

“I think thats– no way–”

“It SO is– oh my god!”

You were just a few steps in front of the designated set location before you began getting looks and whispers. It was expected considering the set was half a tropical lush pavilion and half cables, cameras and set dressers. It clearly caught attention, even from the distance you were at before entering the building, with hanging lights, floral arches with rosewood and white accents. Whoever the artist was clearly meant business–

“Please can I get a picture–” A young teen said, You tried to quickly sneak off before any more attention was brought, “What perfume do you use!?” Trying to sign as many autographs without staying put, “How do you feel being on set of a Michael Jackson film!-” Profusely apologizing about needed to get somewhere– wait, did she just say Michael Jackson– 

“Cmon, hun, we’re going to be late,” Your agent pulled you away in the middle of processing said information, “Assistants are already waiting for you in the dressing rooms, hurry, hurry!” She said while rushing you away while she went to producers.

Had you heard that right? Michael Jackson– film– together? Not possible. It had been years since you'd heard from him– even more so since you were in the same room as him. You definitely would've known if you were working with him– plus he never bothered to contact you anyway. He showed no means in caring for what you two had, you were now doing better things anyway. Forget him, it doesn't matter. Must've been Samuel Jackson instead–

If you weren't so caught up in your head, you would've noticed how you rushed into the wrong dressing room. Quickly closing the door and already deep in thought while pulling your top half above your mid section– 

“Not quite what I imagined our first time seeing each other again would look like.”

Fuck

You jolted so hard your shoulder hit the wall behind you. There Michael was, standing near the vanity, staring like he almost couldn’t believe it was you standing there. Not exactly amused, nor exactly smiling, just curious and caught off guard. He quickly narrowed his eyes away, flustered with the sight he almost caught.

“Oh my God–” You quickly pulled your top down, mortified, “What are you doing here?” you finally blurted. Seeing him again brought a wave of euphoria and a crashing wave of resentment, there he was. The years clearly changed him, and not just physically. No longer that same guy who rambled, twitched with posture, and nervously kept to himself. Despite trying to avoid him, you saw him everywhere anyway. But in person, he was clearly more sharp, steadier. Aware of himself. However, his eyes still had that longing stare that even after years made you avert away.

Michael met your face again, “...This is my dressing room.” You quickly glanced around, finally noticing his belongings around. Feeling the heat rise to your face like you were some dumb nervous teen again.

“Oh.”

“Mhm.”

The silence hit you stronger than ever, you weren't prepared for the emotional turmoil, you weren't even sure you were ever ready to even see him again let alone unpack the past.

“Well I’m just–” You snapped to your senses, reaching towards the door, “I’m just going to go and–” 

“You really disappeared.”

Pausing, back facing him. He sounded…hurt? Not accusing or angry, just genuine confusion. He saw you hesitantly turn to him, sharing that same confused look. Slight furrowed brows and frustration slowly seeping into your features. Even as the weight of feeling left behind settled into his chest like it did years ago, he still felt almost– blissful to see you. The years treated you well. He spent years sneaking into theaters just to see you again, despite it all, those screens had no chance to you right now. Your perfume lingered in the air, features blossomed since he last saw you in person, honeyed voice still rang in his ear, it began messing with his head all over again.

“Just,” A slight pause, vulnerably slowly easing in his demeanor, “...wanted to know why,”

Standing in disbelief, your mouth opened and closed trying to let anything out.

“I waited for you.” The only shred of vulnerability you could allow yourself to admit, already regretting what you said.

Thud– Thud–

“Set rehearsal starts in twenty minutes!”

You took that chance to quickly escape before you could ever get a chance to hear his reasoning for never reaching out. It made no sense to you how he could have the nerve to ask something like that when he showed no motion for caring about what you two had, it stung more knowing that you didn’t have a right to feel wronged when it was you who decided to leave. You didn’t know what weighed more on you, guilt or betrayal. 

Michael’s gaze stayed on the spot you just stood, thoughts coursing through his mind on what you meant. Waited? 

For him? 

Staring at the door you had just left out of, his stance shifted. For years, Michael was under the impression you walked away because he did something, because you wanted to. At least that's what he tried to convince himself. 

But that didn’t sound like somebody who wanted to leave. His brows slowly pulled together, jaw tightening. He was missing something. 

What was he missing?

You were still shaken up from the encounter from earlier, so much so that thirty minutes breezed by without you noticing. Lost in your own thoughts not even realizing you were all dolled up by now. Outfit consisted of a cream lace tie front top, layered shawls and wraps draped loosely around your waist, soft fabrics cascading unevenly with flower accents. Perfectly matching the scenery around with the bohemian fairy-like outfit. Almost ethereal. Just now realizing that in a few minutes, you'll be in even closer proximity to Michael than you just were. And that encounter alone had you fidgety. If it was anything like your practice partner, it would get personal quick.

Were you in the right state to handle that? You didn’t know if you were nervous for the fact that you still had lingering feelings for him or for the fact that he would be able to truly see you– feel you. In all your years of performing for a screen, none had made you more nervous than this one. No one had made you more nervous than him.

“King Of Pop incoming– get on set already.” Your agent hurriedly rushed you. You turned to see him already in front of the cameras getting slight touch ups on his hair. Sighing quietly, you slowly made your way over.

As the instrumental flooded the set, Michael stepped toward you first. Despite the fast paced music, he gently held you. The second his hand found yours, he guided you into movement with practiced ease. Sharp turns. Quick footwork. Controlled. Yet somehow every movement still felt unbearably personal. 

She’s got the look—

His grip adjusted against your waist, firm enough to guide but careful enough to never overstep. The choreography kept pulling you closer only to separate you again seconds later, almost teasingly. No hesitation. Like earlier never happened.

Step.

Turn.

Pull.

Your shawls swayed with every movement as he spun you back against his chest with seamless precision. Each step you both took, with more caress. Faces inching closer and closer, until they painfully snapped back.

She driving me wild–

A breath caught in your throat. The proximity was suffocating in the worst way possible, worse for the fact it felt as though you were the only one being affected by it. Could he notice?

Michael leaned closer during the next count, one hand sliding lower against your side as he dipped you slightly before bringing you upright again. His expression never fully changed, but his focus had.

It stayed entirely on you.

As if speaking to you through movement, showing you the best way he knew how to express his feelings. Like it was only you two on the floor. No cameras. No crew. Just you. 

That girls my baby–

His voice so sensually playing repeatedly in your ears. Your eyes finally met his fully then.

Big mistake.

Because suddenly every unresolved feeling from years ago sat plainly behind his stare. Clear set desire and longing, you were hypnotizing him. The same man who thrived on perfection was now having his senses flooded by you–

“I left because I thought you would leave me first–”

You quietly blurted out once you got close for him and only him to hear.

“I thought you deserved better”

He slowed just enough for nobody to notice, but his full attention was on you as much as he didn’t want it to be.

“I left you a note–”

Turn.

“And you never ended up reaching out,” Eyes averted away, slightly glossed.

There was more to say, there was more you felt. But you couldn’t right now, not when it didn’t feel safe enough to know if he would play you again.

“And cut!” 

You jolted out of his hold as much as you wished you could lean in deeper. Now escaping into the crew that were making their way towards the middle of the set.

“Felt so raw– so intimate and…–”

You could hear the director comment behind while you paced to your dressing room for a breather.

“You ran off so quick!” Your agent bursted in while you touched up your blush trying to distract yourself, “You two were in full sync–” Pausing slightly, you tried to ignore her while she unknowingly teased and giggled, “Like seriously in sync… rubbing all on each other and damn near kissing” You got up abruptly trying to get the image out of your head, not that she noticed, “Ugh, I can’t wait to see you out there for the mini reshoots,” Reshoots…you had be in arms reach of him again, “God all that tension in the air you would think you wanted to eat each other–”

“Leave.” You suddenly said, not baring the thought of him, “Just leave, please.” Turning to her and slowly losing your sense of self, “Right now– I can’t.” Turning your back on her again as you went to take a seat at your vanity again, you heard the door click shut. Moments of silence that made the room seem small. Closing your eyes just to imagine you weren’t there.

Till you heard another click–

“I’ll be back I just need a breather–” Your words caught in your throat the second you turned around.

He was there.

Michael stood still, like he’d been there the entire time you weren’t looking. Those same eyes that said more than anything right now. 

“I tried chasing you,” Not knowing if he meant in the past, now, or both. “If I had a way to reach you…I would've." Quietly said. Like it cost him something to admit. Your breath stalled.

“I figured losing me just didn’t matter that much to you.” You slowly stood, forcing yourself to stay steady even as your chest tightened. Trying to not believe him so easily.

Michael was never good with words– or being vulnerable at all. But he wanted to, for you.

“I kept lookin’ for you in crowds for a while.” He slowly stepped closer, testing the waters.

“Michael…”

“You keep lookin’ at me like I’m a stranger.” Hiding how truly hurt he felt.

You stayed silent, not quite finding the right words yet but not backing away from him.

“You think I didn’t look for you?” he said quietly. “You don’t know what I was left thinkin’.”

He was close now. Too close for either of you to pretend this was still distant. A pause. The kind that says too much without words.

“You’re really gonna stand there and act like none of it mattered?” he asked softer.

Your breath hitched.

“You could’ve found me.” Finding ways to resent him.

Another pause.

He looked at you for a long moment before speaking again, quieter this time.

“And if I did… what was I supposed to say to you when I thought you abandoned me?”

That stopped you. Guilt eating away at you at the thought that he thought you left because you wanted to.

He shook his head slightly, almost like he was frustrated with himself more than you. He wanted closure, confirmation it wasn't in his head.

“Say you didn’t miss me.”

Something in your expression broke before you could stop it.

You closed the space between you first.

The kiss wasn’t gentle at first, more like relief that had nowhere else to go. Only taken aback for a second before he reacted. Like he’d been holding his breath for years and finally forgot how to stop.One hand came up to your face like he needed to confirm you were real. The other stayed at your waist, careful, like even now he was still trying not to lose you. You reached for his neck, feeling as though it was the closest you could possibly have him. Even after years of him longing for you, he held back his hunger for you, letting out only small grunts. Always thinking of you first.

When you finally pulled back just enough to breathe, neither of you fully let go. 

“I tried. I really tried to move on.” Muttering quietly to him while he held you closer, “I’m sorry– I don’t know what I was think–”

“I’m right here.” He assured you, quick to not let you think this was on you. He too felt guilty for not fighting hard enough for you.

“I won’t let you go this time.” He leaned in this time, slow enough that if you wanted to stop him you could. 

But you didn’t.

And for the first time, there was no confusion left between you. Only everything you both had been holding back.

King Of Pop and Hollywood Royalty seen SNEAKING off to…PARK!?

SCANDEL!

idol!Sukuna x Idol!Fem!Reader

Precis - First dating scandal, kind of nervous! Wait- what do you mean last?  You're part of a big time hit girl group, who is in constant competition with another rising boy group, GLxRY. What happens when the public starts shipping you and their lead rapper, Ryomen Sukuna? - Idol AU, Fluff, Crack? bit ooc, tension, yearning - WC - 1.6K

Context note - A “visual member” in a group is the member deemed most attractive to fans/public

Author's note - This is my first fic on here loll i haven't written anything since 2022/2023? So excuse me if this is cheeks, plz criticize me. Trying this out since I feel like I have experienced so much change in my life this past year, so why not go deeper, anyway, enjoy ! - Halo

“Ryomen Sukuna, member of GLxRY, caught humming along to visual member’s part in CAT-TURE's hit song!”