nevaeh

Hello & Welcome

My name is Nevaeh.

You can call me Vaeh too or Mrs. Jackson… LOL

I live my life dedicated to delusion. It’s a beautiful gift being this disconnected from reality.

Too many scenarios in my head to keep to myself.

Wannabe Writer. Professional Disaster.

Michael Jackson Masterlist

MJ slander will not be tolerated. Seriously, I’ll put my loafers on and fight you.

Enjoy rummaging through my insanity! 🤎

Prepare to be sick of me!

Just proofreading. Also, I have at least 5 requests in the chamber.

FUN FACT: Every morning, I wake up at the crack of dawn & freshly squeeze a shit ton of oranges with my ass cheeks.

He loves it.

Because I’ve convinced myself that I could’ve bagged Michael… so I’m impatiently waiting for a Time Machine…

I was born to love on that man…

I never will.

There are times where that fact makes me feel like maybe I’m odd or strange. At least, I know others would think so. People that don’t know Michael, they simply don’t understand.

This man has had such an impact on my life. I can honestly say he’s the reason I’ve become the person I am today.

He has my heart.

He doesn’t have a special place in my heart or a piece of my heart.

He has my whole heart.

Wherever he is, perhaps in the stars, my heart is with him. I truly believe that. When he left this world he took so much with him.

I miss him everyday.

The urge is affecting my daily life. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep and he knows it.

Like, if I, your friendly neighborhood lunatic… was Michael’s controversial younger girlfriend, I’d literally pose for paparazzi pics full on licking this man.

Is that a flash I see? I’m dropping to my knees immediately.

Hunni! I am right there with you! I just left the theater. Everyone wants to see it with me since I’m the local MJ expert 🤣🤎

I miss y’all, chat with me pretty please lol

Previous: Act One , Act Two

Summary: When it all seems to be slipping through their fingers, there’s one thing that binds them. She’s unsure and he’s afraid. Will they be able to move forward as one and heal together?

Pairing: Michael Jackson x Reader!

Warning: ARGUING, CURSING, SMUT & ANGST

Requested: yes

They both laid wide awake in bed, separate beds, in separate rooms and it was completely and utterly excruciating. After everything they decided to sleep separately, even though neither of them wanted to be alone. They were unable to say it out loud, what they truly wanted— each other. Deep down neither was willing to leave their home— and it wasn’t the walls around them they were afraid to vacate, it was one another.

That was their real home.

Michael grew frustrated, he stood and began pacing as he thought over how he ended up here. How could he have let everything turn to shit. He couldn’t sleep knowing she was under the same roof as him, but not beside him. How could he let it get this bad?

She can’t leave him. This can’t be the beginning of the end.

It can’t be.

They had a decent conversation before bed, although, it felt like a step in the right direction, there was still something not quite right.

Yet, neither of them could put their finger on it.

"I have some obligations, in New York, would you like to come with me? It'll be a week." Michael asked, drumming his fingers against his legs.

"You want me to join you," She perked up, "A whole week in New York, just us?"

"Yeah, like a mini getaway." He gave a little shrug, so she wouldn't see how hopeful he truly was, then added, "Only if you want to...”

"Oh." She read it differently, negatively, maybe he didn't want her to go. "Well, I don't want to intrude...” She didn’t want to appear overly interested, not if he didn’t match her enthusiasm.

"Y/N, what's going on?" His eyes losing their brightness by the second, "We feel so off, I'm scared to say the wrong thing and I can't help it. I never struggled. I always knew what to say with you, now I’m overthinking every word."

"Yeah, it feels like..." She looked down at her palms, staring at them as if they’d betrayed her.

"What, it feels like what?" Michael rushed to her, taking her face into his hands, "Tell me. Please, what does it feel like?"

"It's like... I don't know. It feels like the tighter I try to hold onto you, the weaker my grip becomes. You’re slipping away and I’m trying like hell to stop it.”

She looked into his eyes with such vulnerability, he could feel it and he wanted nothing more than to hold her.

He took a deep breath, letting her words hang in the air, then, pulled her into his arms. "I think we're just finding our footing again. I’m definitely not slipping away.”

"Yeah, I hope— it's starting to scare me."

"I'm not going anywhere. And, I really, really don't want you going anywhere." He rested his chin on top of her head, the warmth of his body brought her so much comfort, "Right here. This is where you belong. You belong with me."

"That’s a relief.” Her shoulders vibrated slightly, “I'm glad we could agree on something."

"I still feel it."

"Hmm?"

"Your grip. Babe, I feel it. I always feel it and it's powerful."

"Thank goodness." She let out an exaggerated sigh, "I thought my magic was wearing off.”

"Nope. Never. I'm gonna be under your spell until my last breath."

The swayed for a moment, savoring every detail of this moment. She could fall to pieces right there from the strong scent of his aftershave.

And, Michael, he was concentrating so hard on keeping from losing himself in the sweet aroma of her lip balm— because he knew better. As delicious as it smelled, he knew it tasted even better. It was so damn tasty.

"You think taking a trip together would help, you know, strengthen us?" Her voice broke his trance and for that he was grateful.

"It couldn't hurt." Michael's heart began to race, "Or, do you think, do we need time apart?"

"So, would it be... is this like a break?"

"No! Why would you say that?"

"You... I thought—"

"I meant, I go to New York for the week, you stay here. Maybe a few days apart could help us get over... whatever this is. If not, maybe it'll help us figure out what to do, you know, to get back to us."

"A week apart." She processed it, "If that's what you think is best, okay."

"It's worth a try."

Although, they wore neutral expressions, they were equally terrified. If only they knew neither of them wanted to be away from the other. If only they could speak their true feelings. If only they could remember that what they have is safe from judgement. They are with the only person in the world who understands them— they just have to remember it.

The only way through this was facing it head on.

Y/N was in a room down the hall from Michael, struggling to quiet her mind. The way his arms held her earlier, so tightly, so close— if she closed her eyes and concentrated enough she was back in that moment. Michael’s touch lingered, everything about him was making her skin tingle. She knew sleep wasn’t an option, but she desperately yearned for a moment free of pain. Finally, Y/N sat up, staring at the wall like if she stared long enough, hard enough she’d be able to see through it— she’d be able to see him.

Goodness, she wanted to see him.

She kicked her feet out from under the covers, just as she reached for the door handle there was a soft knock. It was so soft she thought she might’ve imagined it, but it happened once more, so she pulled it open. And, there he was, wearing a coy smile like he read her mind, because in a way he did. For her, his presence was like an answered prayer, which was exactly what he felt when she opened the door.

“Michael?” It was barely a whisper, but he didn’t miss the shine of hope in her eyes. “Hi.”

“I’m sorry did I wake you?” It was only then he realized how late it was, suddenly feeling shy and desperate to look anywhere but her. He couldn’t take it, not when she’s wearing those flowy shorts and one of his shirts— one of many pieces of clothing she’d stolen over the years. He didn’t mind, it all looked better on her anyway.

It looked good off of her too, but he couldn’t allow himself to get into that right now. So, he put a pin in it.

“No, no. Not at all.” She leaned her head against the door, gazing up at him through her eyelashes, then those eyes, full of understanding and longing. Her eyes, his favorite color, she— she was his favorite everything.

“Good. That’s good.”

“Come in.” A small smile tugged at her lips and he accepted the offer without hesitation, “Are you alright?” She studied the way his shoulders were slumped as she shut the door.

“Yeah, well no. Not really.” He started picking at his lip unsure of how to complete his thought. “I was thinking…”

“What’s on your mind?”

“You. I’m always thinking about you.”

“Michael…” She had this low gleam in her eyes that made his body physically weak. He hated this limbo they were in— he hated himself for being the cause.

“Listen, Y/N, I think we should fight. We should stay up all night, tear each other apart and stay awake until we’re able to put the pieces back together. I think you should say everything you need to say. You deserve to get it all out. I’m all ears. I’ll take some hits too. If that’ll help, I’ll take it. Don’t go easy on me. I can take it. Do your worst.”

“That’s not a terrible idea. It could help to release the built up frustration. Except, I’m not going to hit you. Absolutely not. I’d never do that.” She shook her head, crossing her arms firmly.

“I deserve it.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I deserve all of it.” He choked out, “Me. I did this. I messed up. I deserve to feel the pain of that. It’s all my fault and I’ll do anything to make things right again. I’m not letting you go, not without a fight. I’m fighting to keep you. Y/N, baby, losing you is not an option for me. I don’t want— I can’t.” He was talking with his hands, like he was trying to grasp something out of thin air, a habit that made an appearance only when he felt defeated… when he felt helpless.

That broke her heart.

“I don’t want to cause you pain.” She sniffled, covering her face in her hands, “We’ve had enough pain. I don’t want to intentionally add more. That’s not how we get through this. You— Michael, despite everything, you’re still my heart, if I hurt you I might as well pierce a dagger through my chest.” She sat at the edge of the bed, bringing her legs up to her chest and there it was— she did that when she felt vulnerable and afraid. Michael crossed the invisible line and sat beside her, pulling her legs towards him and draping them over his lap. There was no way in hell he was going to stand by while she fell into a panic attack. He was always able to soothe her, he hoped that hadn’t changed.

“Okay, okay, we won’t purposefully hurt one another, but there is a lot that needs to be discussed. We do our best work under moonlight. So, let’s stay up and figure it out. We won’t leave this room until we are good— better than good.” He sweetly swiped his thumb across her cheek.

“Mhmm, we have always been night owls. But, you have an early flight. You need rest.”

“I’ll get some sleep on the plane—” She shot him a look dripping in sarcasm to which he smirked, she knew him so well, “Okay, I’ll try to sleep on the plane. Although, I could never sleep without you next to me— even knowing you’re upset keeps me awake.”

“I was struggling to sleep too. I struggle to do a lot without you— it’s like my body doesn’t know how to function without you.” She sounded exasperated, falling back onto the puffy duvet.

“Believe me, I’m running on empty over here. We don’t have to keep living like this, come on, let’s fight, pretty please? Be a doll and scream at me, yeah?” He begged, causing them both to burst out laughing. “What do you say?” He crawled on his elbows, hovering over her as she pretended to ponder his question.

“I’d be honored to yell at each other through the night. What do you say, should I lock us in?” She attempted to lighten the mood, but mostly to distract herself from how scrumptious he looked— comfortable in a t shirt and sweatpants. He was sexiest when fully relaxed. His face, soft as ever, not a touch of cover up, just him, that was her favorite. She wanted to lose herself in him, tracing his beauty marks— he used to be so shy, so self-conscious, until she admired every inch of him. Finally, he believed he deserved to be cherished, because of her.

“No need, I’ll barricade the door.” They continued laughing, it was comfortable until it slowly faded, “What do you think I deserve? Be brutally honest, I can take it.”

“I think, Michael, I really think you deserve to be forgiven.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, after we fight all night.” She teased, reaching up to pinch his cheek. He grinned big, tilting his head, trapping her hand between his cheek and shoulder. “Oh no, you’ve got me in your death grip.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you.” The fragile sound of his voice shifted everything.

“You never lost me.” She propped up on her elbow and faced him, “You never could. You’ll always have a piece of me, no matter what.”

“That’s the thing, babe.” He shook his head in frustration, sitting up, “I don’t want just a piece. I want all of it. I want you. I want all the pieces, every single one.”

“Greedy.” She smirked, watching as he gave her a ‘duh’ expression.

“When it comes to you. Absolutely.”

“I can relate. You make me quite territorial.” She sat up, tucking her legs underneath herself.

“See, we’re already making progress. We’re both crazy, it probably has its downfalls, but we won’t get into that right now. The headline is we’re crazy for each other. I want you. Baby, I need you.”

“You had me.”

“Had?” He questioned sharply, his eyebrows jumped up in shock and he moved to stand up.

“Michael, you have me.” She corrected, grabbing his arm to keep him sitting beside her. Y/N’s words coming out slow, so he wouldn’t miss them. “Honey, you have me.”

“Doesn’t sound like it.” He gently lifted her hand from his arm, holding it.

“You know what I meant.”

“I suppose, but that’s an interesting slip up.” He was pushing and she knew it. “You hit me with the past-tense. That’s a bit vicious, don’t you think?” He could be a real instigator when he wanted.

“I was— I didn’t mean it that way. I said it in reference to when all these issues started.” She huffed, rolling her eyes at his attempt to push her over the edge. “You have me. There I said it correctly three times, incorrectly once— let’s drop it.”

“Please. Please yell at me.” His tone was nothing short of begging. “Curse me out. Tell me I don’t deserve you. Say something!” He raised his voice, standing up, his arms stretched out wide as if to imply he was at her mercy.

“I’m not going to attack and degrade you. Who do you think I am? When have I ever treated you that way?”

“I know that, I know, but this whole thing, this big ugly mess it’s about… It’s about Lisa! The thing is Lisa is—”

“Don’t! Don’t go there. If you really want to fix this, I suggest you rethink that statement.” She squeezed her eyes shut, “I’ll leave. I’ll walk right out of here.” She pointed to the door, adjusting from her position on the bed.

“How are we supposed to do this properly if you won’t let me talk about the details?”

“Fine!” She huffed, stomping her feet into the ground as she stood before him, “Go ahead! Talk about the details! Talk about Lisa, I see you’re so damn eager to!”

“See! That! What the fuck! I don’t want to talk about her. From the moment I met you that was it for me! I promise you, I swear on my life she never crossed my mind after that. Ever.”

“Are you sure about that?” She pursed her lips, hands on her hips as she awaited his comeback.

“Yes! Why else would I say it?” Angry steps carried him to the opposite side of the room, “I wouldn’t say it, if I didn’t mean it.”

“I don’t know Michael! You say a lot of things! You also said you couldn’t stop thinking about her after her little surprise visit. She had you all mixed up, remember!”

“No! No! That’s— You’re twisting my words! I wasn’t thinking about her. I wasn’t! I was thinking about what she said. There’s a difference!”

“Whatever. Same thing.” She threw her hand in the air as if to swat away his argument. “You’re really trying to get out of this on a technicality?”

“No! No! It’s not! It’s completely different!” He pulled at the drawstring of his sweatpants in anger, “What the fuck! How can you actually believe that!”

“Michael! Are you kidding me? You were moping around, over her, after that— that demon showed up at our doorstep looking for you!”

Michael paused, dragging his hands over his face. The sound of Y/N referring to his ex as a demon was not only fitting, but incredibly funny. However, he knew if he laughed right now she’d take it the wrong way, so he bit his tongue.

“Y/N, I wasn’t moping, not over her, not like that.”

“What was it then!” She snatched a pillow off the bed, throwing it in his direction, but still even in the heat of the moment she wasn’t aiming for him. That was obvious.

Michael stared at where the pillow landed, feet away from where he stood. This woman, tears streaming down her face, pain drenched through each word she yelled at him. Yet, the act of hurting him was still unnatural to her, a pillow— there was no way to get injured with one, but she wouldn’t hit him with it— she couldn’t risk it. She couldn’t take the chance, the small, almost impossible chance of a pillow causing the same amount of harm as a baseball bat.

“Y/N?” He took cautious steps toward her, “My love, look at me, I need you to look at me.” She shook her head, but when he pressed his finger to her chin forcing the eye contact, she didn’t fight it. “She’s past tense. You, baby, your present tense, future tense and all the other tenses. We’re going to be together in the afterlife.” He held his hand up to the sky, he was speaking it into existence like a prayer. “I’m stuck on you like a jolly rancher.”

“You made me feel—” Her sob rang through his ears. He watched from what felt like miles away as she sunk to the floor. Her lip quivering as she tried to minimize the sound of her pain by pressing her hands to her mouth.

He’s moved quickly, “Y/N—”

“No.” She choked out, eyes red and puffy. She held her arm out, stopping him from getting any closer.

“Y/N, please. I’m so sorry.” He sat down a good distance away, “Let me hold you. Let me comfort you, please.” His words strained as he pleaded with her. “Let me touch you.”

She shook her head, taking a deep uneven breath, shaky as she tried to get the words out, “You— You made me feel— made me feel like— like I was a mistake.”

“Baby, you’re not a mistake.”

“When it all happened, you seemed to be easily confused about my place in your life. It was like you already had regrets and when she— seeing her brought it all to the surface. It happened so fast, then I felt like my place with you was on a timer. Maybe she started it, but y— you let her. You both caused this.”

“No.” He scooted closer, but when she looked away, gasping out for air he stopped. “Y/N, that isn’t true. I don’t regret you. I don’t regret any of it. The only mistake is on me and it’s what’s led to this. That’s my only regret. Not you, never you. You’re right, I let this happen and I shouldn’t have ever put you through it.”

“I don’t know…”

“I need you to hear me when I say this.” His touch gentle as he cupped her face. “I love you. You aren’t just the love of my life. Y/N, you are my life. You’re the air in my lungs. You are the only person on this earth who understands me— accepts me. And, you’re the only person I want to understand and accept me. You’re the only one. You and me. That’s all I need.”

“You let me down.”

“That’s true.”

“I’d never make you feel inferior to someone from my past. I’d never make you feel like you weren’t the most important person. My person.”

“That’s true too.”

“How could you— Why would you do that to me?” It was unmistakable, he’d completely wrecked her faith in him. She was his sun, everything revolved around her and he loathed himself for being the reason she questioned that.

“Y/N…”

“You made me feel like I was nothing Michael! You lied to me to protect her!”

“That’s not necessarily what I—”

“Then, what was it? Because I’m still not understanding apparently. So tell me. Make it make sense!”

“You have no idea how consumed I am by you. I’m damn near obsessed— in fact, I’m past that. Now, that I’ve had more time to reflect, I know that my idiotic actions came from my own insecurities. It had me feeling like I’d accidentally figured out some kind of cheat code to life. You’re so fucking perfect— I’m in over my head. You don’t understand because you don’t see yourself through my eyes, but hell, I wish you could. I lucked out big time the day you decided to give me any kind of attention.”

“So, why, if that’s truly how you feel, why did you overthink your divorce so much?”

“You’d never put me through that. You’d never treat me like garbage. You’d never manipulate me. You’d never hurt me. The reason I couldn’t get her words out of my head was because it made me realize that yeah, I spent years I can’t get back in a relationship where all my partner did was take from me and punch me down. It was awful. I was the worst version of myself then. Perhaps, there’s a piece of that Michael still in me and he wanted to sabotage this before you came to your senses and found someone better than me— I don’t know. What I do know is I was at rock bottom before you. But, it led me to you, I had to go through that bullshit to find you and be so fucking happy I catch myself smiling just at the thought of you. That blast from the past made it even more clear how right this is. How right we are, together. I can’t tell you how many times I wish you’d come into my life sooner. But, maybe I needed to go through that to be ready— be enough for you. I hated who I was, but you’ve made me see things differently. I was living in hell for all those years, but now, with you, I have the rest of my life, our lives, living in bliss. Cross my heart, I don’t know how I lived before you, but that’s exactly it, baby, I wasn’t living, I was simply getting by. My life didn’t begin until you.”

“I hate when you get all poetic on me.” She crossed her arms, scrunching her nose at the raw emotion of his rant.

“It’s the truth.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry. I screwed things up so bad. I wish I could take away the pain I’ve caused you.”

“It’s not that bad... not anymore.”

“You think so?”

“It derailed us, but it’s not going to break us.”

“I’m going to need you to repeat that, nice and slow so I can commit it to memory. Pretty please.” She shook her head at his playfulness, “Please, pretty?” His flirty tone breaking her down.

“It derailed us. We are still whole. It didn’t break us. Nothing will.”

“Nothing?”

She grabbed his hand, placing it over her heart, “Do you feel that? The way my heart beats, it’s for you, only for you.”

“Your heart, it beats for me?” He asked, his vision growing blurry as he stared at her.

“Yes. Nothing is worth losing this, losing you. My heart will literally stop beating.”

“Mine will combust.” He chuckled, “Without you I’d cease to exist.”

“We are so dramatic.” She giggled uncontrollably, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“You know, some would say that makes us the perfect match.”

“Ahh, some being you?”

“Obviously.”

“How wise of you. You’re so wise, you know that?” She let out a loud laugh, “I can’t with you.”

“I can’t without you.”

“You don’t have to. Never ever.”

“Never ever. I like the sound of that.”

“Truce?” She whispered, “I’m done fighting. I can’t fight with you anymore. I refuse to watch you beat yourself up and I’m not going to add to it. Like you said, this was all a mistake. Mistakes should be left in the past. We’ve said everything that needs to be said. Let’s call it, what do you think?”

“You mean it?”

“Yes.”

“I want us to get back on track.” He ran a hand through her hair, “So damn much.”

“Me too.” The way she stared back at him, he could feel his body begin to tremble. He had to get back to his room before he took it too far and ruined everything they were rebuilding. There was something about this moment, he felt afraid she’d change her mind come sunrise, but that was a risk he had to take, he had to give her space.

“I should… goodnight beautiful, I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?”

“Don’t.” It came out rushed, maybe she could feel it too. He’d known by the way she inhaled deeply she was failing to prepare herself to watch him walk away. “Don’t leave.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to stay?”

“Yes.”

“Y/N, you can say no, but I gotta ask, would it be okay if I— may I give you a little smooch?” He asked shyly as he began to blush.

“A smooch?” Her hands squeezed his shoulders in anticipation, she couldn’t wait to feel connected to him again. “Lay it on me honey.”

Michael chuckled nervously, leaning over to place a loving kiss against her lips, smiling as he retreated and just like that he felt cold again. He didn’t want to push his luck, so he decided to keep it short and sweet.

Her eyes focused on him as they parted, both moving unwillingly and painfully slow. His hands desperately gripped hers, sliding up her arms, then pulling her in like he’d been imagining it in his head for days. She sunk into him a delicate sigh falling from her lips. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she buried her face into his neck. His fingers rested firmly on her waist. He felt a hint of panic, holding onto her like his hands were the only thing keeping her there.

He hoped that feeling would fade soon.

“Michael?” And, the way love tied into every syllable as she said his name— he knew it would.

“Yes, beautiful?”

“I’m not tired at all, are you?”

“Not even in the slightest. I wasn’t before, but now that I’ve felt those perfect lips, I’m wide awake. There’s no way I’m coming down from that high anytime soon.”

“You’re teasing.”

“I’m really not.”

“Would you be interested in keeping me company until the sun comes up?” She beamed, looking up at him with a softness gracing her features.

“The night is ours.” He pecked her lips again, then her cheek, “Movie marathon?”

“I actually had something else in mind. But first…” Her expression turned mischievous, then she took off sprinting and yelled, “You gotta catch me!” Despite surprising him, of course, Michael wasted no time chasing after her.

He was always going to chase her.

“Okay, that’s it! You’re totally thrusting on purpose. Would you adjust your aim? My neck is going to be sore tomorrow.” She squealed, only for him to continue his movements, “My goodness, you play dirty!”

“Baby, I need you to listen closely, you call it playing dirty, but I call it being strategic. You can’t be a sore loser.”

“Oh, you are so full of it!” She cackled, bumping him with her elbow quickly to avoid losing her balance.

“You keep up the back talk and you’ll be full of it.” He mumbled, mimicking her tone. “Real full.”

“Excuse me, what did you just say?”

“I said you’re really good at this game!”

“Oh, you’re such a little liar! I heard you! That was naughty!” She shook her head, clicking her tongue, “So naughty. You need to get your mind out of the gutter.”

“You can’t prove nothing!” He stuck his tongue out, watching as she nearly lost her balance due to his distraction.

“You’re being a complete menace right now. Stop trying to tempt me.” She narrowed her eyes at him, showing she meant business. “Your mind games aren’t going to work this time.”

He laughed off her serious tone, holding his head up as he prepared to make his next move. Maybe he’d let her win— he hadn’t decided yet. Until, of course, he got an idea— a pinch scandalous, but it’ll end in a draw.

A tie, then, everyone wins, right?

"Yeah, nothing beats this." Michael shot a toothy grin, winking at her with a hint of seduction. "Yes. Perfect."

"Michael! No, you're so not supposed to do that!" She laughed loudly. "Move your hand."

"Excuse me. I'm following the rules. I spun! The thing, look, it landed on right hand blue. I don't see the problem." The way he explained himself, made her blush, because how could she ever disagree with that face.

"Michael! Right hand on the blue circle, not on my ass!” She wiggled her hips hard, trying to escape his grip, but he wasn’t budging. “You have five seconds. Get your wandering hand off of me. Naughty boy.”

"Is this..." he moved his fingers, firmly squeezing her curves, "Is this extremely voluptuous, hypnotizing, marvelously bouncy piece of beauty not covered in blue fabric?"

"That’s not— You are totally rewriting the rules. This is grounds for disqualification.”

"Pssh, I make my own rules." He shrugged, not affected by her threat.

"Fine." She spun, "We will play your way. Left foot, yellow." Her leg stretched over him, careful to place her foot on yellow as she adjusted to her new position. Conveniently, holding herself an inch above his lap and staring down at him possessively. "Your turn."

"Okay." Michael cleared his throat, reaching over to spin, he rested his pointer finger against the board, stopping it exactly where he wanted, "Oh, look at that. Left hand, blue." He batted his eyes innocently, both hands now holding onto one of his favorite pieces of her. "What are the odds...”

"My turn." Her hand rested dangerously close to the zipper of his pants as she reached over to take her spin. "Just as I thought, right hand, red." She placed her hand on his chest, her fingers playing with the buttons of his red shirt.

Instinctively, his fingers curled around the hem of her shorts, biting his lip as she slowly lowered herself to settle in his lap.

She rested her chest against his, the back of her hand gently grazing his cheek. Time stood still as they admired one another up close for what felt like the first time.

"Y/N, we don't have to—" Michael began only to be silenced by her plump lips. He kisses back, their passionate intertwining grew needy. She tore his shirt open, forcing it down his shoulders like it had wronged her. He took a fist full of her hair, tilting her head back, his lips leaving a trail of wet hickeys all down her neck.

She pulled away, licking her lips and panting, “We can do this right, it’s not stupid?” Her query was devoured, his tongue silencing her with urgency. She moaned, her hand sliding down his torso and into the front of his pants.

“That— Mmm, no, definitely not stupid.” He tipped his head backwards, resting on his palms as she commanded all his senses.

“You look so hot.” She mumbled against his neck as she continued to nibble.

“Y/N! Oh!” His voice failing him as he yelped out, surprised by her speed increase, “You’re driving me c—crazy. Shit! That feels incredible.”

“I could barely get my hand around you.” She complemented, “Perfect length, perfect shape, like you were made just for me.” His eyes glazed over as she spoke.

"Baby…”

"I love when you call me baby." She moaned into his mouth.

"Baby, baby, my lady, my baby.." He hummed as his hand's frantically worked to untie the string of her shorts.

"Would you rip it already." She huffed, tugging her shirt over her head and tossing it aside.

"I was trying to be a gentleman." His fingers hooked on her waistband, sending shivers down her thighs as he slid off her shorts.

"Well, don't." She hissed, the pads of her fingers admiring his bare chest.

"Mhmm." He raised his eyebrow at her flirty tone, before flipping her over onto her back and climbing on top, "Don't have to tell me twice.”

The colorful mat stuck to her bare backside as he took back what was rightfully his— the space between her glorious thighs.

"Babe, wait..." She panted, her fingernails digging into his back.

"What is it? Did I hurt you?"

"No." She wrapped her legs around him, bringing him as close as possible, "I wanted to feel you."

"I'm here." He twitched inside of her.

"You feel so good" Her walls clenched around him, admiring his girth. "I feel you everywhere." She muttered, her eyes rolling back.

"You have no idea how damn addicted l am to you." Michael said breathlessly, he moved his hips in a circular motion, careful to stay deep inside of her like she had begged for. "Every inch of you was made for me, fuck, you're beautiful."

"Holy... oh my... don't stop doing that."

"Baby." He sang, quickening his movements, a devious expression as he felt her begin to vibrate.

"Michael, babe, if you speed up, I'm gonna—"

"Do it baby. I want to feel you come."

"Michael!"

"Let it happen. Do it for me baby."

All he could do was admire her, eyes clenched shut, back arched deeply, droplets of sweat dancing across her glowing skin, legs spread wide, her breasts rising up and down as she screamed for him— just for him, only for him.

“Michael.” She breathed, “Babe, I need you.”

“I’m here. I’m here.” He pressed his body against hers, kissing along her jawline as his hips rocked carefully, maximizing the pleasure.

“Fuck me, babe, I need you to fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.” With a triumphant smile, Michael finally surrendered to his urges, melting into her— his mind was a mess because how? How did she feel this good?

How did she fill all the pieces of him he didn’t know were empty?

How could she feel— be this lovely, this perfect?

The sunshine breaks through the windows, he’d been awake for a total of ten minutes, but he remained still. She was peacefully asleep next to him, her steady breaths tickling his neck. The smooth skin of her inner thigh draped across his waist.

He closed his eyes, replaying last night in flashes, how she moved, how she touched him, and most notably how she screamed for him.

It was amazing.

“No, it’s too bright.” She whined, burying her face deeper into his neck.

“I thought you’d be out a bit longer.”

“You woke me up.”

“I did no such thing. I was quiet as a mouse.”

“You were giggling babe.”

“I was?”

“Yes, what were you thinking?”

“Well, I was thinking about how one minute we’re playing a lovely, albeit very competitive game of Twister, then the next we’re all naked and sweaty. I am beat.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Absolutely not! Baby, I’m ready, call me Mr. Twister. I’m pretty sure I have bright colored dots tattooed into my back— totally worth it.”

“Fun is fun.”

“I told you, I was gonna make you full of it…”

“Again, with the dirty jokes?”

“I’m a man, who just woke up next to his woman after loving up on her all night. I’m on top of the world.”

“You’re silly.”

“Baby, don’t act like I didn’t put it down on you the best it’s ever been done.”

“Yes, yes, you did.”

“I should write a book or something.”

“A book?”

“Yeah, how to please your lady the right way. Not to brag, but I really outdid myself, don’t you think?”

“Mhmm.” She snuggled into his side, “The title could be, Make Love Like A King or instead of King of Pop, King of Pus—”

“Boss, we have two hours until the car arrives, are you packed yet?” Bill’s voice startles Michael, his footsteps traveling closer. “You better not be dragging your feet again.”

“Bill, can you wait in the—” Before Michael could finish his sentence the door was pushed open. Bill jumped like he’d seen a ghost. Michael yanked up the mat to cover them, but mostly shielding Y/N.

“Oh!” Bill spun quickly, smacking into the door with a loud thud. “I didn’t see anything.” His hand rubbing his head while the other floated in the air behind him sporadically searching for the knob, “Apologies!” Bill covered his eyes, slamming the door and running back down the hall.

“Did that really just happen?” She asked, peeking over the plastic game mat. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“It’s okay. I covered you.”

“Did Bill— oh my goodness.”

“He didn’t see anything.”

“He knows though! He knows what we did, why does that feel worse?” Her eyes were wide like she’d just witnessed the unimaginable.

“It’s not a big deal. Baby, he didn’t see anything, he even said so. Besides, have you seen you? He knows we have sex.” He shrugged and she looked at him with a horrified expression. “Everyone knows.”

“Everyone? Okay, you didn’t have to add that. Bill, he’s like a father to you. And, he— he spends holidays with us. We built a gingerbread house together last Christmas! He gets me birthday cards! Michael, he—”

“Relax.”

“He’s like my father-in-law.”

“Yeah, why are you freaking out so much?”

“My father-in-law saw my ass Michael!” She whisper yelled, “My bare ass! Maybe more! Oh my—”

“You’re panicking for no reason. If it makes you feel better, he definitely saw my, you know, thing.”

“He did?”

“Well, I mean, look at me, how could you miss it? You said it yourself, I’m gifted down there.” He fell into a fit of giggles. “I may even start referring to him as my third leg.”

“Stop.” She covered her face. “Stop laughing.”

“I doubt he saw anything. I promise, I was quick to cover you. And, worst case scenario, if he did catch a glimpse, he’ll wipe it from his memory and never bring it up. I swear, he’ll act like this never happened. If not, I’ll get him lobotomized.”

“We’re never playing Twister again.”

“Woah, woah, woah, I object. Baby, why must I be punished? You had just as much fun as I did.” He leaned over her, peppering her face with kisses.

“Okay, you’re right. But, we have to keep our battles of pleasure behind locked doors.”

“I can get down with that.”

They had a very interesting breakfast with Bill carrying on conversation, but avoiding lasting eye contact. Those last two hours went by like two minutes. Y/N watched as Michael’s luggage was taken to the car, leaving them standing there.

“You know, you look like a goddess in this light, well, in all lighting…”

“Thank you.”

“My girl…” He took long strides to her, hugging her tightly, “Mine?”

“Michael, I am yours.” She rubbed his back soothingly, “I’m your girl.”

“Mhmm… okay.” He squeezed her, “I don’t know why I asked that. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ll remind you every second if that’ll help.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but a knock on the window interrupted him, “Bill, he’s scared to enter any room we’re alone in now.”

“I think we traumatized him.”

“Maybe.” He paused a moment, his eyes tracing all her features. “Shit. I really… baby, I really don’t want to go.”

“I don’t want you to go either.”

“Why did we agree to this?”

“I think we’re crazy… and a little stupid.”

“We’re so stupid.”

They laughed, wrapped in each other’s arms when a second, more stern knock vibrated the window. Bill shouting for Michael to hurry his butt up.

“So, I’ll see you in a week.” He said, hopefulness laced in his statement.

“Yes. I’ll see you in seven days.”

They shared a kiss, then with slow hesitant steps he reached the door. His places his hand on the doorknob, unable to turn it just yet. He looked over his shoulder, aching to get another glimpse of her— he couldn’t walk away, not yet. Not ever.

“Michael—”

“I need to— please, just let me look at you for a little longer.” His voice strained as he fought to keep the rush of emotions at bay.

“Michael, honey.” She rushed to him, taking his hand off the doorknob and bringing it to her lips. “I’m going to be here when you get back. I’m going to be here waiting for you to come home. I’m not disappearing.”

“Promise?”

“Yes. Honey, I promise.”

He hugged her once more, then she opened the door for him. It took all his strength to walk out that door, but he did it. He reached the car without looking back because if he looked back, he’d stay.

Michael sat next to the window, staring out at the clouds. He hadn’t moved a muscle since they boarded the plane. He didn’t have the energy to do anything but stare out the small window. He didn’t sleep, he didn’t eat and he didn’t smile.

He was utilizing just enough energy to breathe and blink every so often. That was a miracle.

“Alright, what’s going on kid?” Bill finally asked, patting Michael’s shoulder to get his attention.

“I don’t know. I miss her.”

“We just saw her. Son, you were literally with her…” He peered down at his watch, “An hour and fifteen minutes ago you were with her.”

“It feels like so much longer.” Michael whined, kicking his feet against the carpeted floor.

“Oh no, do I sense a tantrum coming?”

“Ha-ha.”

“Talk to me.”

“Bill, I love her.”

“I’m picking up on that.”

“You’re real funny, you know that?”

“Yes, why else would you keep me around all these years?”

“Because I don’t make great decisions.” Michael scoffed, flicking a balled up straw wrapper at him.

“Hilarious. I see my humor is finally rubbing off on you.”

The laughter slowly diminished, Michael tugging at his fingers like he wanted to pull them off. He was becoming more restless the longer they were in the air.

“Bill…”

“Yes?”

“I love Y/N. I really love her.”

“I know.”

“I’ve never met anyone that makes me feel the way she does. When I’m with her, it feels like I did something right. I don’t know what exactly, but I have this strong feeling that she— I feel like she’s gods gift to me.”

“You are very happy with her, like she helps you breathe better.”

“Yes! The weight on my shoulders is gone. And, I think what makes it even more meaningful is the fact that I never thought I’d have this. I didn’t think I could be loved, I didn’t think I deserved it.” He cleared his throat, fighting the urge to cry, “I have someone who loves me for who I am. She doesn’t care about anything else. It’s not conditional, she doesn’t love me for fame or status or money. If I lost it all tomorrow, she’d still be there. She loves me unconditionally. She sees me. Bill, I truly never thought I’d have that.”

“Love is a beautiful thing. I’m glad you have her. Son, you deserve all the happiness the world has to offer. I believe that.”

“I messed up, I almost lost her and now we’re getting back on track. It doesn’t feel right to be doing this alone. I’m a chicken. I started to ask her to come with me, but I wimped out.”

“Why is that?”

“I didn’t want to suffocate her. I didn’t want her to think I was asking because I was trying to force her or erase what I did. I didn’t want to push and lose her, so I agreed to taking a week break from each other.”

“Yeah.” Bill exhaled deep, slapping his palm against the armrest. “It was pretty bad, what you did. Rookie move.”

“Thanks. That makes me feel so much better. You should be a therapist.” Michael leaned back in his seat, staring at the ceiling.

“What I mean is, it was a damn near catastrophic situation, but she ain’t gone. There’s hope. You’re on the verge of a breakdown, but for what? Michael, you’ve got the love of a phenomenal woman, don’t let your fear make you forget that. Y/N loves you and she’s waiting back home for you to return.”

“I feel like I’m hanging on by a thread.”

“I see that.” Bill’s eyes scanned Michael, his leg bouncing up and down. His hair was messily tied back like he’d given up halfway through.

“If I can’t do it— the break, does that make me weak?”

“Absolutely not.”

“I don’t think I can and I don’t want to.”

“Well, then, what the hell are we doing going to New York?”

“What?”

“You need to go for what you want. We both know you don’t want to spend a week in New York.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, so what’s your next move?”

Y/N had spent her day trying to ignore the very obvious fact that she was alone in their home. She’d done laundry, until the sight of his clothing grew too much. She decided to get a snack, while in the pantry his favorite cookies sat right next to hers on the shelf. She spun around, his favorite cereal, his favorite chocolate, his favorite everything. So, she went without food.

As the sun began to set, she headed upstairs to their room. She didn’t focus too much on anything.

She had to toughen up, he just left a few hours ago and she’s already growing impatient. Only hours since he left, how in the hell was she supposed to do days of this?

She dragged her feet as she prepared to take a bath. Her mind seemed to wander on its own and she kept thinking about him. What if she hadn’t crossed his mind since he pulled out of the driveway. The steam from the shower filled the space around her as she leaned against the sink.

“Baby?” Michael’s voice echoed from behind her, the warmth of his hand falling on her hip.

“Oh my goodness!” She screamed, “W—What are you— How…” Her palm pressed firmly against her chest as she tried to steady herself.

“It’s been twelve hours.”

“Michael, you scared the shit out of me!” A playful smile spreading across her face. She took a few deep breaths, her heart beat returning to its normal rhythm, “You can’t sneak up on me like that. What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in New York. How are you here? What’s happening right now?”

“Baby, it’s been twelve hours.”

“Yes, I heard you. How are you here?”

“Baby.” He was breathing heavy, his curls stuck to his forehead and his cheeks a light shade of red.

“You’re out of breath.” She removed his hat in attempt to cool him off, using a towel to pat his skin dry.

“I’ve been running.”

“Really, all the way from New York?”

“I miss you like crazy.”

“And, I miss you. Is that why you’re back home, to tell me you miss me?” A fake pout on her lips. “You know, the telephone exists for a reason.”

“I couldn’t do it.”

“Couldn’t do what, honey?”

“Bill practically carried me onto the plane, but while we were in the air— I was really losing it. Then, I made them land the plane—”

“What do you mean, you made them land the plane?”

“Yeah, an emergency landing, in Chicago I think— anyway, we landed and—”

“And emergency landing, why? What happened? What’s the emergency?”

“You!” He shouted, grabbing a hold of her arms, “You are the emergency. Okay, you.”

“Michael, that sounds dangerous. I need you safe. I need you to be safe when traveling. I— I worry about you enough as it is— you can’t do things like that—”

“I can! I can and I will.”

“Michael, what’s going on?”

“You should’ve been on that flight with me. We should’ve been on our way to New York, together. All I kept thinking was how you were here— far from me.” His voice shook as his grip tightened, “You should’ve been on that flight with me.”

“I understand. I started missing you the moment you left.”

“We said a week. I can’t do a week. I don’t need a week. I don’t need to think. Baby, I’m back for good. There’s no reason for me to be anywhere if you aren’t there with me.”

“That’s really sweet, but you weren’t going on a vacation, you had work. Oh, Michael, did you tell anyone? Honey, you’ll never hear the end of it if you’re a no show. You have appearances and—”

“I don’t care!” He shook his head. “I don’t give a shit. I love you. I love you and I want to spend every second of my life loving you. It’s been twelve hours without you and I feel like my organs are failing. Y/N, look at me! I’m frail. My body is actually giving up.”

“Michael—”

“It’s been twelve hours and I can’t do anymore. I couldn’t. I can’t do twelve more seconds. I can’t go without seeing this face.” He puts his hand on her cheek, “I can’t go without hearing your voice, seeing your smile. Baby…”

“Twelve hours.” She said

“Yeah, I know we agreed to seven days. I’m sorry. What can I say? I’m weak.”

“It’s been twelve hours.”

“Yeah…”

“Twelve hours…”

“Yes, why do you keep saying that?”

“It’s been half a day.”

“Mhmm…”

“Honey, you damn near hijacked a plane to get back home to me.”

“Yes, I did and I’d do it again. The important thing is I’m back. I’m here. I’m home.”

“Twelve hours later.”

“Oh… you wanted the week apart, didn’t you? There I go again making impulsive decisions and not thinking about what you want. I— I’m sorry. Are you upset?” He searched her face for some kind of clue, “Shit, you’re really upset?”

“Yes!” She lightly smacked his arm before gripped the front of his blazer and pulling him into her. “What the hell took you so long?” She kissed him so hard he felt it in his bones.

“Oh. Oh, it’s good upset.” He teased, his hands squeezing her butt.

“I lo—”

“I love you more.” He cut her off, responding the way they always used to.

“Not possible.” She winked, leaning her forehead against his.

“Alright, I think it’s time for a shower, don’t you think?” He began quickly undressing.

“Babe—”

“I’ve traveling all day, I’m jet lagged and the only cure is getting wet and naked with my baby.”

“Wet and naked… let me think about that.” She popped out her hip, finger tapping on her chin as she appeared deep in thought.

“Let me help you.” Michael scooped her up, humming as he shuffled across the tiled floor.

“You better not do it.”

“Do what?”

“What you and I both know you’re thinking.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” A big smile, then without hesitation he dunked her into the tub.

“Michael!”

“Come on. You look so cute.”

She wiped her eyes, pushing her hair out of her face and staring at him with a pout. “You are always causing trouble, you know that?” She pulled him closer, “Good thing you’re worth the trouble.”

“I have been known to be quite the bad boy.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm…” He stared at her mouth, hypnotized by the thought of her swift tongue.

“Care to show me what’s earned you that reputation?” Her strawberry scented lips fanned over his lips.

“Yes, please…” He chased her lips as she continued to bait him, letting him get close only to pull away again. “You’re gonna make me work for it, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged, the soaked fabric of her shirt sticking to her skin as she pulled it off and dropping it just outside the tub.

He stared at her glistening chest as she arched her back, dipping her hair into the water. She moved confidently under his hungry stare, grabbing the bottle of bubbles.

“Baby—” His thought forgotten, when she locked eyes with him, unloading the bottle onto her chest and rubbing it until her skin was covered in layer of foamy lusciousness.

“Oh no, we’re out of bubbles.” She frowned, tossing the bottle behind him.

“Screw it!” He dove into the tub, sending water splashing out onto the walls and floor.

“You are so cleaning that up!” She giggled, “You got water in my ear.” She tilted her head, shaking it roughly.

“Oh! I know how to fix that!” He pounced, pressing his lips to hers, his arms secured around her. Her body molded into her perfectly— a detail that didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

“Babe?”

“Yes?”

“Let’s make some waves.”

Michael laid on his side, propped up on his elbow as he watched her stretch before floating out of bed. She was still here. She was still his. He couldn’t help but to soak it all in. The way she moved around so freely did something to him.

“No!” He whined, “Come back.”

“Come with me. It’s snack time babe.”

“Don’t do that.” He whined louder, kicking the covers off.

“Do what?”

“That.” A look of disgust on his face, pointing at the piece of fabric in her hands.

“The shirt?”

“Yes, I prefer you naked.”

“Honey, I prefer you naked too, I really do, but I’m hungry.” She slid on the shirt, opening another drawer to retrieve bottoms. “You know, there’s more to do in the kitchen that’ll satisfy your hunger… and it’s got nothing to do with what’s in the fridge.”

“You don’t say…”

“Mhmm… I can satisfy all your cravings.” She bent over tauntingly, pulling her bottoms up her legs in what felt like slow motion. Her movements stalled abruptly, “What the…” her hand caught in the fabric and she yanked it impatiently. She looked down to inspect it, giving Michael enough time to jump out of bed and get some boxers on.

“You’re really stuck there, aren’t you?” He teased, pushing her hair out of her face just as she got her hand free.

“My finger— it’s— O— Oh…”

The room felt bigger, but the space around them remained the same— unbreakable.

She stared down at her hand for a moment then back at him. The expression on his face had her forgetting how to breathe and struggling to speak. A feeling of devotion radiating from him as he stood up straight with a sure smile and sparkling eyes.

“W— What’s this?”

“It’s everything you deserve.”

“Michael…”

“Baby, I love you.”

“I love you.”

"Y/N," Michael said quietly, "I met you and my entire world changed. I met you and life hasn’t been the same since. God put you in my path because it was obvious that you were my missing piece. I remember that day so well, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I remember what you were wearing, the first time you looked back at me, the first words you spoke to me— your voice quickly became my favorite sound. The way you carried yourself. It was like you made sunshine out of thin air. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

Her breath caught in her throat, overwhelmed as flashbacks of that day swirled through her mind.

"I didn't know then what we would build together or what you would soon mean to me, I could only hope. Throughout the years, I kept coming back, we kept coming back to each other, not only because it was where we wanted to be, but where we belonged. Goodness, every time I saw you smile, it felt like all was right, the world made sense." He smiled, giving her hands a squeeze and leaving a kiss on each of her cheeks.

Painstakingly slow, Michael dropped to his knees.

"I've traveled the world, explored countless cities. I've met so many people their faces have become a giant blur, but you, your face, I’ve always seen clearly. I’ve done a lot, but nothing, nothing in my life has ever felt as important as you." His hands shaking as he took a deep breath, then…

"Will you marry me?"

A deep, long breath, but it was no use— the way he was looking up at her, anticipating an answer. Her heart could actually explode.

"Yes." A tremble waving through her voice. "Yes! Michael, of course. I will marry you."

3 months later

The screams were deafening you couldn’t even hear yourself think. The streets were so crowded, there wasn’t a glimpse of pavement in sight. Y/N watched from the comfort of their hotel room as Michael stood on the balcony waving and blowing kisses.

“Baby, come here, you’ve got to see this!”

“No, they don’t want to see me. It’s okay—”

“Get your beautiful behind over here!”

“Michael—”

“Darn it woman! Grant me this wish!”

“Okay, okay. What is it?” She hurried over, when she was close enough he held his arm out pointing into the crowd.

A giant sign, four feet tall at least and the length of the entire street. It read, “Michael! Y/N! Welcome to Budapest! We love you, Mr. & Mrs. Angel Face.”

“See, I told you they’d accept you. They see how happy you make me, so they love you.”

“Michael, this is… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” He curled his arm around her shoulders, “Look at that one!” He let out a loud scream, hopping up and down.

A bright pink sign with bold lettering, “I’m in love with Y/N too! MJ, I hope you can fight.”

“Looks like you’ve got some competition.”

“Oh, please. I ain’t worried.” He flexed his muscles and the chanting increased. “I can fight.”

She shook her head, cheeks heating up as he flirted carelessly. His hands found her hips guiding her to stand in front of him. His arms snaked around her, leaning his chin on her shoulder. The very sweet display of affection only encouraged the fans.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

“I believe the fish are making a request.” Y/N grinned, side eyeing him. He looked shocked at her statement and slightly mortified.

“How do you—”

“Oh, please. I know everything.” She squeezed his hands, “Honey, you’re anything but subtle.”

“Would it help if I said you’re the only fish in my sea?”

She laughed at his attempt to smooth things over, “No, but a kiss might help me forget.”

“I’ll give you more than a kiss.” Michael deliberate in his movements, agonizingly slow as the chaos around them dulled. That was what kept them strong, he approached every touch of affection as though there was endless anticipation behind it. He didn’t kiss her like it was the first time. He kissed her like he’d been waiting lifetimes for this exact moment.

Our man showed up & showed out. Handsome as ever. Innocent as ever.

The world put you through a hell you never deserved.

You are timeless.

You are kind.

You are protected.

You are precious.

You are brave.

Michael, you are celebrated, admired, deeply missed & most importantly… you are loved.

I have an urgent matter… a question to be exact

Serious question, do y’all think Michael knows how sexy his chest is?

Follow up question, how does he expect me to cope?

Follow up to the follow up, I want to be in those pants with him… that wasn’t I question, but I stand by it…

Mr. Jackson sir, you’re in serious danger of having your face licked…

Summary: After fifty-five sold out stadium shows across the country, the Victory Tour is coming to a close. The Jackson family comes together to celebrate, little did they know the fireworks wouldn’t be the only explosion that night.

Pairing: Michael Jackson & Reader!

Warning: CURSING, FLASHBACKS, MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND FLUFF

Notes: I wrote this story set in the world of Conscious Decision, however, it can be read on its own. This was so much fun to create. I hope you enjoy!

The Hayvenhurst Estate buzzed with excitement. The Victory Tour is officially over and there are only two people who knew it truly was the end. Michael and Y/N remained beside one another, it’s the only way he could keep his anxiety leveled. He’s only able to function with her. Especially tonight, he needed her more than ever.

Y/N had come up with the idea to have a private celebratory dinner before the concert. She went all out, obsessively planning every little detail and with the help of Michael’s mother and sisters, it turned out better than she imagined.

The dinner table was full of love, laughter and appreciation of being together and of course the delicious meal before them.

Michael leans over, kissing Y/N on the cheek, “Thank you. This is… Minnie, this is beautiful.”

“Anything for you.” She caught Marlon side eyeing her, a teasing smirk forming at the edge of his lip, forcing her to add, “And, your brothers.”

“This is an incredible spread. Sorry fellas, I’m not dancing tonight. Go on without me. I’m eating until I can’t walk.” Jackie laughed, loading his plate with more mashed potatoes.

“Michael’s better half threw down in the kitchen, once again. We were in charge of decorations.” Latoya explained, taking a bite of a homemade honey butter roll.

“Uh-huh… Y’all really went all out.” Randy stared at the singular balloon floating in the corner.

“Yeah, it looks like a whole new house.” Michael rolled his eyes, “I thought I took a wrong turn.”

“We broke the helium tank…” Janet muttered with a frown.

“We?” Rebbie shook her head, “You, girl, you.”

“We made the banner! And, look! We got a new tablecloth, streamers and confetti.” Janet grabbed a handful and threw it in the air.

“It looks great. Thank you for doing all of this for us.” Jermaine winked, then, snatched the gravy boat from Jackie, nearly emptying it all over his own plate.

“I can’t wait for dessert! What did you beautiful ladies make?” Tito grinned, rubbing his hands together.

“Our lovely Y/N put together a bakery.” Janet sang, biting into her extra spicy chicken wings.

“Oh! I love when Y/N bakes! What are we having?” Tito shifted in his seat, staring at Y/N and waiting for an answer. Rather impatiently.

“I made a chocolate peanut butter fudge cake, double chocolate chip cookies, a lemon raspberry cheesecake, salted caramel cupcakes, some cinnamon rolls, an apple pie, brownies, oh, and a few flavors of ice cream…” she noticed how quiet it got, how all eyes were concentrated on her along with a ripple of silly smiles, “What? What is it?”

“That’s all?” Marlon said sarcastically, throwing his hands in the air.

“Girl, is there anything you didn’t bake?” Latoya joked.

“I couldn’t decide… so…” Y/N giggled, her hands up to hide her blush, “I made everything I could think of…” she adding, peeking through her fingers.

“Were you planning to feed all of Los Angeles?” Jermaine laughed, “She single handedly bought out all the nearest grocery stores of flour and sugar.”

“Girl, as of this moment, you are officially appointed as the one and only, Jackson family baker.” Jackie gave her a thumbs up.

“You gotta get her that new name Mike…” Marlon mumbled, although, everyone heard it, they chose not to add on. In order to save their brother the embarrassment.

“Lay off my girl, ya buttheads.” Michael waved them off. “She’s excited for us. Y’all should count yourselves lucky. Baking is her love language, so if she bakes for you, know you are loved.”

“Awwww!” Rebbie cheered, “She loves us guys!”

“Aww! Does this mean you’ll be my valentine?” Marlon teased, hand over his heart.

“You guys! She’s got a special place in her heart just for us.” Randy continued, wiping away a fake tear. “Oh, she probably writes about us in her diary!”

“I feel so loved! And, after dessert I’m gonna feel so comatose.” Tito chimed in.

“Y’all are annoying.” Y/N crossed her arms, looking away from them and biting back a laugh.

“You can’t get annoyed by people you love.” Jermaine tossed a crunched up napkin at her. “And, judging by how full this table is, you love us like crazy!”

“We love you right back.” Jackie added.

“Yes, we do.” Janet smiled, blowing a kiss, which Y/N theatrically caught and shoved in her pocket.

“You hear that?” Tito teased, his hand squeezing Joesph’s shoulder. “You love apple pie.”

“So what? It don’t take no talent to bake a damn pie.” Joesph spat, shaking off his son’s hand.

“What’s with all the hostility?” Rebbie asked, annoyed with his behavior.

“I ain’t rolling out no red carpet for this girl.”

“Y/N.” Michael growled across the table, “Her name is Y/N.”

“Whatever.” Joesph threw down his fork, the sound of metal hitting the glass plate echoed and everyone’s mood immediately sifted. They looked defeated. As always, Joesph had to ruin any special occasion. It was his expertise.

“She’s been around our entire lives. You know her name.” Michael hissed, “You know her name and choose to act like you don’t. She doesn’t deserve your anger.”

“Keep talking back and you’ll see real anger!” He shouted back.

“You’re always angry.” Michael raised his voice, “You always take it out on me. Whatever. You’re not going to do it to her.”

The idea of Michael giving Joesph an order sent a chill down the table. He became a whole new person with Y/N, the person he truly was and that made his siblings proud.

And, of course, fearful. Fearful of what this newfound confidence will unlock in Joesph.

“I’m not one of those big shot doctors at that fancy hospital you work at. You can’t bat your little eyes and color me impressed.” Joesph snarled, surprisingly overlooking Michael words and fixing his glare on Y/N.

“Joesph.” Katherine scolded, wanting desperately to enjoy this night with her family, without any drama.

“I won’t be won over by a pretty smile and some kind words. Are you listening to me girl!” His fist crashed against the table, followed by a heavy uncomfortable silence. “I’m not dumb like my son. You give him a minute of your attention and he’s putty in your hands. Not. Me.” There it was. He made sure to insult his son and his lifelong best friend in one breath.

“Mr. Jackson—”

“Joesph. You’ll call me Joesph.”

“Joesph, the insinuation that I’ve accomplished what I have because of my looks is completely wrong. Not only is it offensive, it’s arrogant. It’s like saying, the only reason you have all of this is because you rode your children’s coattails all the way to the promise land.” His eyes widened, and she smiled big, raising the fluted glass to her lips and taking a sip, “However, I suppose one of those insinuations is actually true. So, Joesph, would you say you’re making an arm and a leg off your sons this time around or, is it two arms and two legs? I know how passionate you are about fudging numbers.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to—”

“I’m talking to you.” Her voice steady, “Look at you. A nice new car in the driveway. Tell me, I’d love to know, which one of your children’s bank accounts did you dip into for your shiny new accessory?”

“You will respect me in this house! My house! How dare you come in here and say those false words to my face. Have you no decency?”

“Respect goes both ways.” She shrugged, “Since you claim to be a man all about his facts. Let me help you get your facts right. This is Michael’s house and he’s been kind enough to allow you to live here.”

“I don’t need to respect you! You’re a girl that my son can and will replace in a week. I don’t even need to learn your name. You ain’t special.” He laughed bitterly, “And, you definitely ain’t special to him. My boy has girls fainting over him, he has an endless supply of honeys to choose from. You ain’t all that.” Michael straightened up, staring daggers at Joesph. You are special.

Everyone knows that. You are it.

“I’m a grown woman, not a girl and for the last time, my name is Y/N.”

“I don’t care little girl! I’m not one of your patients! I’m not going to bow down or hang on your every word just because you wear a white coat!”

“And, I am not one of your children. You cannot intimidate or beat me into blind obedience.” No one dared move a muscle after those words were heard.

“W— What did you just say to me?”

“You’re nothing. You’re weak. You’re not a man. A real man wouldn’t need to resort to violence to be heard. A real man wouldn’t need to use his fists to build up the facade he’s actually worthy of being respected. The truth is, the only way you feel important is by putting your children down. They are good, in spite of you, they have beautiful hearts. They are daily reminders of everything you’ll never be and you can’t stand it— you can’t handle that they persevered and survived you. Jealousy is an ugly thing, wouldn’t you agree?”

There was no telling Joesph’s next move, but no one felt afraid for Y/N. There wasn’t a trace of fear on her face.

It was brilliant.

“You stupid little— You are trash! Trash! I want you out of my house! Now!” He roared. “Out!”

“She’s not going anywhere.” Katherine cut in.

“Have you not heard what this worthless little bitch has said to me! This pathetic piece of trash!” He shouted, picking up his plate and throwing it across the dining room.

“Insult me all you want. I’ll happily be the target of your aggression tonight. Everyone deserves a long overdue break from your juvenile tantrums.” Y/N crossed her arms, the siblings looked on, impressed at how unfazed she seemed.

“Excuse me?” Joesph rose from his seat, now, staring down at her. She exhaled, removing the napkin from her lap, folding and placing it on the table. The family watched closely as Y/N confidently pushed her chair back, standing to meet Joesph’s eye.

“Joseph, did you really not hear me or are you simply upset that I won’t back down to you?” She tilted her head, “If you’ve got such a strong desire to hear it again… I’ll repeat myself. I’ll even write it down, so you never forget it.” She finished with a smile.

“I heard you the first time.”

“Good.”

They stared at each other, until Joseph flicked his hand stiffly as if to say this conversation was beneath him. Then, stomped off, followed by the front door slamming and with that everyone could breathe again.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N said to Michael, her hand on his cheek. “I shouldn’t have—”

“No. No. No. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He grabbed her hand, kissing it gently.

“We ain’t mad at ya.” Jackie said and all the siblings nodded along. “You handle business. As always.”

“It’s entertaining as hell too.” Randy giggled, giddy as ever. “She’s feisty.”

“One of these days, you gotta teach us how you do that!” Latoya emphasized, “He’s scared of you. Ever since we were kids, she’s always had his number.” She snapped her fingers, with a silly expression on her face.

“Who knew, a doctor, a baker and a boxer all in one.” Marlon smirked, “I didn’t even know that existed.”

“Come on, my lil gangsta.” Janet skipped over, wrapping her arm around Y/N’s shoulder. “Let’s go get dessert ready.”

“I’ll help you.” Michael stood from his seat, following Y/N and sister into the kitchen. Once they were gone, everyone shared not so subtle glances, before bursting out into various levels of howling.

“Mark my words. Michael is going to marry her.” Tito said, “Shoot. I ain’t mad. The lady can tear it up in the kitchen. She holds her own with Joesph. She’s meant to be a Jackson.”

“Boy, no one here was debating that.” Randy rolled his eyes, “We’ve been saying that since… well since forever. He is goo goo over her. Always has been.”

“Yeah, she’s a good one.” Marlon smiled, “She’s perfect for him. How much longer is he gonna drag his feet? I don’t get it.”

“You know how Michael is. He’s plotting, I know him. When it comes to her, he’s confident and deliberate. He’ll get her locked down when the time is right. My little brother is smart.” Jackie complemented.

“There’s no way she doesn’t have guys all over her though, she works in a hospital, surrounded by handsome doctors and bold patients… you think she has a boyfriend?” Jermaine questions, “That would crush Mike.”

“She doesn’t have no boyfriend.” Katherine interrupted, “Quit talking crazy.”

“Mama, you gossiping with us?” Latoya wiggled her shoulders.

“That girl is all about Michael. You’re blind if you can’t see that.” Katherine said.

“Yeah, they’re in love. We all know that, I mean everyone but them.” Rebbie giggled, holding her hands up in frustration.

“Maybe we should give them a nudge.” Tito suggested, “You know, discreetly…”

“Now, as much as I am tired of watching those two love sick fools trip over each other, there will be no nudging. It’s best to let these things fall into place the way God intended.” Katherine smiled, “I trust it’ll happen. And, I’ll be happy to say I witnessed it come together. Y/N is my bonus daughter, I know that in my heart.”

As they travelled through the halls backstage at Dodger Stadium, Michael kept a close eye on Y/N. He knew how difficult tonight would be, but made peace with the possibility of his family shunning him. It’s a risk he’s willing to take. He wasn’t afraid because she was on his team, they were a team— a damn good one. He’s accepted the notion that she was the only one who genuinely, selflessly and completely had his back. If she was still by his side he’d be okay, in fact, he’d be better than okay.

The pair reached his dressing room, rushing inside and closing the door. Finally, the air was lighter and the space calmer and quiet. Y/N didn’t waste a second, unpacking Michael’s necessities and arranging them the way he liked.

He knew he had to get dressed, but he couldn’t resist admiring her. She makes everything so magical. It made it impossible to look away.

So, he changed right there, no hiding. The perfect view of her gave him a boldness he didn’t know was possible. Why not soak it in?

Y/N looked over everything once more, to ensure that everything Michael needed was there. Then, she collapsed onto the couch, her elbow sunk into the armrest and her chin in the palm of her hand. She quietly doted over Michael buttoning his shirt. Her eyes followed as he settled in front of the mirror. He’s so focused on getting his curls to fall perfectly that he doesn’t notice her eyes on him yet. If he knew, the only thing on her mind was how handsome he is, he’d probably combust. He starts to touch up his makeup. The sponge dances across his cheek and it was then his eyes found hers. Although, no one sees the small things, he does— and he hates it. He instantly feels hot and in need of a hiding place, pretending to look for something, he begins rummaging through an empty toiletry bag.

“Michael.” She was beside him without a second thought, the captivating scent of her perfume already calming him.

“Y/N…”

“You are beautiful.”

“The makeup only does so much.” He said, turning away. “It’s getting worse… my skin… I— I don’t know how long I have until the makeup doesn’t work anymore.”

“You don’t need it. I know the vitiligo makes you feel vulnerable, but you are so loved. Michael, I need you to look at me.” She took ahold of his hand.

“I can’t…”

“Michael, please.”

He turned to face her, his eyes focused on the ground. His hands were trembling and his breath unsteady.

“Mickey.” Her palms soft against his skin as she gently raised his head up. “God creates beauty, don’t you agree?”

“Yes.”

“And, he created you…” she booped his nose with a smile, “What does that tell you?”

“I don’t know…” he tried to shrug her off, but she didn’t let him.

“You know. Michael, say it. It’s true, you just need to believe it.”

“God… creates beauty.” His voice so soft.

“And…”

“He created me.”

“Yes, he did. Let’s hear it again.” The pads of her thumbs tenderly caressing the rosiness spreading through his cheeks.

“God creates beauty. He created me.” Michael leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, “I am beautiful. I am Gods creation and he creates beauty. I am beautiful.”

“That’s right.”

“Our whole lives, you’ve always known exactly what to say, exactly what I need to hear at the perfect time.” He faced the mirror again, much happier with his reflection, “You know, sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself.”

“Oh, I definitely do.”

“We’ve always had that, even as kids, we just got each other.” He took a step in her direction, his hands attached to her hips like a magnet. “There are times, it feels like were connected… we could be in different states, shoot, even on different continents and I know what you were feeling… I could feel it, feel you.”

“I know. It gets intense at times.” She felt bashful, leaning her head on his shoulder, fiddling with the bedazzled details of his jacket. “Makes it feel like we’re the only two people on Earth… no one else—”

“No one else understands me the way you do.” Michael sighed, effortlessly finishing Y/N’s thought.

“That’s what I was going to say.” She laughed against his chest, tilting her head up only to see him already smiling back at her.

“I know.”

It was the first chords of Shake Your Body that snapped Michael back to reality. The thousands of smiling faces, the screams that morphed into one loud booming. He’d all but left his body for the entirety of the show, but now is the moment, his moment. One minute the countdown to showtime was being announced, the next it was almost over.

“You’re going to be incredible. You always are.” She smiled up at him, that smile that made him feel like he could fly. A delicate kiss to each of his cheeks, covering him with good luck.

“I think I’ll need to take you with me.” He chuckled nervously, holding her hand with all his might.

“You can do this. I’m with you.” It was tradition, she’d watch from backstage, the right side to be exact. “You know where to find me.”

“I can do this. If I get lost I’ll look to you. That always calms me down.” He pulled her in close, “I can do this. I have my Minnie.”

“You have me Mickey. You have me.” She tilted her head upward to look at him. They fell under one another’s gaze.

“I— I seriously love you.” Michael professed, his voice raw, leaving a trail of goosebumps across her body.

“I love you, seriously.” She responded with such emotion he felt weak in the knees, her arms around his waist the only thing keeping him on his feet.

“Mike!” Marlon yelled, eyebrow arched and arms crossed, “Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes. Our pre-show rituals.”

“Our? How cute!”

“What do you want, you schmuck?”

“It’s showtime.” He drummed his hands on the table, “Don’t you worry, I’ll hold his hand while we’re out there. Keep it warm for you darling.” He threw his arms around his brother, trying to land a kiss on his cheek.

“You crazy goon. Get off me” Michael cackled, pushing him away. “Let’s go.” His hand outstretched in her direction as Marlon went on, rambling about someone stealing his hair gel. Michael could do that, do just about anything all while giving his undivided attention to Y/N. Truthfully, it was second nature. A reflex, his body always accounted for her.

“Let’s do this.” Marlon couldn’t contain the joy he felt walking behind Michael and Y/N. They were exactly what one another needed. He could feel it. The sight of their intertwined hands made him look forward to the future.

Especially, their future.

His little brother had a future, it was bright and full of everything he’d always dreamt of.

55,000 thousand people filled Dodger Stadium, each of the brothers took in this feeling. All, but one. Michael was pacing the stage, finally he brought the microphone to his lips, tucking his hand in his pocket. Yet, he couldn’t get the words out.

Y/N saw the panic on his face, hopping off the case she was sitting on. He felt it immediately, his eyes following in the direction his heart was tugging him toward.

There she is.

A sweet smile gracing her face, he felt it again. Strength.

His eyes focused on his lady, his Minnie, who made him feel worthy and special.

A flirty wink with her name on it. She giggled, blowing a kiss back, helping him find his voice again.

Finally, he spoke.

"I'd like to say... this is our last and final tour... I think this is our farewell tour. You've all been wonderful. It's been a long 20 years. And we love you all".

Michael’s unexpected announcement didn’t stop the screams from the crowd. His brothers stepped forward, connecting hands and taking their final bow. They share a long group hug, the flash of cameras mimicking that of lightning. It was truly a sight to see. The Jacksons wave goodnight, heading towards the stage exits. Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon and Randy disappearing behind the left curtain and Michael behind the right. It wasn’t planned to leave in separate directions, but it seemed like another statement in itself. Michael followed Y/N like she was his North Star, closing the distance between them in record time. He takes hold of her, clutching her against his chest as he moved them deeper backstage. No doubt wanting to get out of there. She knew, holding him tightly and moving her feet in sync with his.

There was shouting getting closer, Michael’s grip tightening around his best friend, anticipating for what was about to happen. He wanted to shield her from it— he had to.

“Who the hell do you think you are!” Joesph barked, running ahead to block the exit. “You better look at me boy! Look me in the eye you little shit!”

“Joe, it’s over.” Bill stepped in between the father and son. “Let’s not make a scene.”

“Be a man! You’re pathetic! I made you! You are nothing! Always have been, always will be! For once in your miserable life, be a man and—”

“Enough!” Y/N interrupted, “That’s enough!” Her hand protectively placed on Michael’s chest as she glared at his father.

“You!” Joesph shifted his focus, his wicked finger pointed in her face. “This is your fault! You turned him against his family! You manipulative money hungry little bitch!” He attempted to step closer. “You’re poison! I knew you were rotten! You want to ruin our family! You—”

“You! You are the poison!” Michael shouted, everything came to a halt. He pushed his father’s hand away from Y/N’s face. “Y/N supports my decisions, she does not make them for me. She is family. My family. She isn’t going anywhere. She’s not intimidated by you and neither am I. You can’t control me anymore— never again. I’m not gonna allow you to brainwash me into walking away from the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He stepped closer, placing Y/N behind him and Bill stood close at his side. “I’m done being used. You bullied me into being your cash cow, you thought I’d never stand up for myself. I wish it didn’t take so long, but I am done. You hear me? I am done! You accept this or you don’t either way it’s happening. And, if you ever speak to my girl like that again, I promise it’ll be the last you ever see of me.”

Joesph stood dumbfounded, staggered steps backward until his shoulder hit the wall. He was speechless, for once. They didn’t expect or wait for a response, they didn’t even spare him a glance. Michael extended a protective arm around his girl, she felt a gentle squeeze against her hip as he guided her away from this mess.

Bill got them to the car quickly and unscathed. Michael and Y/N’s hands tied together the entire time, however, he chose not to bring attention to it.

The car ride was silent, but pleasant. Before he knew it the kids had drifted off, exactly like when they actually were kids. Michael leaning against the interior of the door and Y/N snuggled up into his side.

He couldn’t help but watch over them proudly. They’d really grown up, his silly little kids, now adults. He wouldn’t change a thing— they turned out to be everything he knew they’d live up to and more. He felt so blessed to have been there every step of the way.

Michael stirred slightly, squinting as he tried to figure out where he was.

“Get some sleep. I’ll wake you when we’re home.” Bill whispered.

Michael tilted his head, “You ever sleep? You’re like The Terminator.”

“Oh, hush.”

“Can we stop for burgers and shakes?” Michael grinned, releasing Y/N’s hand and adjusting his arm around her waist. Michael’s back to the cushion, holding her against his chest like she was the most delicate thing he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“That’s a good idea. I could eat.”

“I’m starving.” His fingers ran through Y/N’s hair as she slept peacefully. He’s so natural with her. He can be a person with her. He can be himself.

“Sleeping beauty here held her own.” Bill had been holding in a laugh all night. “We outta start calling her Princess Punch.”

“Yeah, what can I say, she knows how to take care of business.” Michael kissed the top of her head, his eyes fluttering shut, but still awake.

“She’s a gem.”

“She’s a diamond.” Michael corrected.

“Mhm. You better be planning to give her one sometime soon.”

“What makes you think I haven’t already?” Michael shot back with heavy cheekiness and a smug look on his face.

“Go to sleep, ya rascal. I’ll wake you both for food.” They laughed as Michael got comfortable, soon the sound of his gentle snores filled the backseat.

Bill studied their faces, even in deep slumber, the love between them was undeniable. He was so happy for his boy, for both of them. Suddenly, a chuckle sounded from his mouth, recalling the first time he experienced these two together.

It was magic.

“Come on. We can’t be late little man.” Bill announced, pacing the living room carpet of the Jackson house.

“We’re coming!” Michael’s little voice called back, followed by a jumble of scrambling noises.

Bill had learned not to question the ‘we.’ Michael was always bringing along his little pet friends. They brought him great comfort, which was more than okay with his chosen protector. So, when the young musician descended the stairs with a bright eyed girl on his tail, Bill was just the tiniest bit surprised.

“Hi! I’m Y/N.” The young girl spoke, her hand extended towards Bill, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“Hello, you can call me Bill.” He shook her hand, taken aback with how independent she seemed. It was a hell of a first impression to say the least.

“Alright, we’re ready!” Michael held his arm out, allowing Y/N to walk ahead of him.

“Woah, woah, hold on now.” The two kids looked at one another confused, “Are Joesph and Y/N’s parents aware she’ll be joining us today?” Bill locked the front door and walked down the path with both kids skipping around him.

“Of course. I’m Michael’s best friend.” Y/N replied like it was something he should’ve known. “Where he goes, I go.”

“And, where she goes, I go.” Michael explained, “She’s my entourage.”

“Is that right?” Bill beamed, this boy was always full of surprises. They stood on the sidewalk to continue the conversation.

“The news called me a rising star. That’s a small step away from celebrity. I need to surround myself with people that will keep me grounded.” Michael spoke like it was common sense. “That’s where Y/N comes in!”

“Exactly, I knew him before the fame, so he can trust me. I’ll make sure that no one takes advantage of him or tries to get close to him for the wrong reasons.” Y/N nodded, crossing her arms.

“That’s sweet. However, I believe that’s my job.” Bill held the door open, helping them to load their backpacks into the car.

“I suppose, but he’s my best friend. Fame, it can change people. I don’t want them to change my Michael.” There was more tied between those words, but Bill couldn’t quite understand it just yet.

He made his way to the driver’s side in time to catch the most important part.

“Don’t worry Minnie. I ain’t changing.” Michael held his pinky out for her— a pinky promise to seal the deal. They buckled in, flipping through their comic books as the car started moving.

“Mickey! Look!” She screeched, holding the comic she was reading up to him. They both cried out laughing uncontrollably.

After an hour, the backseat fell silent and Bill could finally hear the radio again. He peeked through the rearview mirror, his two little passengers had drifted off to sleep. Michael was sprawled out on top of an oversized teddy bear, Y/N curled up into his side and of course, their hands were clasped together.

Bill chuckled lowly, at that age, every friendship feels like it’s going to last a lifetime. You don’t know that you’ll make new friends all the time. Some friends will grow with you, some won’t and you see them less and less. Eventually, you move on. You bounce back a lot faster as a kid.

But, he had this feeling.

And, it was stronger than a hunch, he could feel it, these two were special.

Michael was glowing. He was truly happy. That didn’t happen. Ever. The way he was expected to carry so much on his shoulders. He dealt with so much pressure and pain. Bill always had trouble understanding how he did it all. He’s so young, but no matter how much was taken from him he was still kind. He never got the chance to be a kid, to be himself— without judgment.

He deserved to have someone who embraced who he is. He really is such an amazing kid.

He had found that with this sensational little lady.

She helped him to be a kid, instead of staring at him or poking fun at him. She knew how great he was and appreciated him. Hell, she even wanted to tag along as his entourage just to protect him.

This young lady, she’s his escape. And, she was determined to be there for her best friend by any means necessary.

That made one fact very clear.

They were going to grow up together. They were going to be inseparable in every era of their lives.

Y/N was going to be around for a lifetime.