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! 🤎

Try Hard To Love Me

Summary: A Michael biopic is officially in the works, to be directed and produced by his wife and children. The Jackson Family prepare to announce the intended release date along with who will be playing the legend himself. A labor of love, infinite media criticism and built up anticipation. Will they be able to live up to expectations?

Warnings: APPEARANCES OF ALL MJ & Y/N’S KIDS, HAPPY, REMINISCING, BITTERSWEET.

Requested: no……… I have an overactive imagination…

Notes: I came up with this idea set in the world of Conscious Decision, however, this story can be read on it’s own. Read as you wish, I hope you enjoy!

Y/N Jackson snuck off with only one thing on her mind, Michael’s office. She needed a moment to feel close to him before the chaos. She slipped in, her back against the door, admiring the photos her husband had displayed directly across from where he sat. All the framed memories of the two of them as crazy kids all the way to adulthood, inseparable and deeply in love. A large photo of them on their wedding day, shots of her pregnant and of course each of the miracles they brought into the world together. She placed her hand on top of the framed picture of them from 1991, she was sitting in his lap as he made final touches to the Dangerous album. This was taken a few days before they found out they were going to be parents. He was so happy. She wished she could go back and relive it all over again, specifically the appointment where the doctor announced there were in fact two heartbeats— Naila and Carver.

She smiled despite the ache in her chest. It’s heartwarming to think about how often Michael sat at his desk and stared at this wall displaying the beautiful life they built for each other and their family.

Goodness, she missed him.

Slow steps carried her towards his desk, every little thing just as he left it. Dozens of colorful post-its decorated with his handwriting. Each kid had their own color, reminders of extra curricular activities, music lessons and student counsel sessions. He refused to miss a second of their lives.

As he always said, “I’m going to be the father to our babies that I wish I had. We’re going to be such a happy family.”

This man. She is so damn in love with him. She fought the urge to ask herself how she’s made it this far, this many days without the love of her life.

She loathed that question— especially when it came from others, yet here she was on the cusp of asking it herself. Truthfully, she doesn’t know, she always assumed the credit went to their babies, they keep her going. As if, Michael being taken from them meant the love she had for her husband went away too. It was a ridiculous assumption.

If she’s being honest, she’s still falling deeper in love with him, everyday. He will never stop being the one.

“Mom!” The voice of her daughter echoed down the hall. She took one more look around, then exited his office, careful to close the door silently. “Mama! Ma! Mommyyyyyyyyyy!”

“I hear you! I’m coming!” She moved towards the voice, finding her nineteen year old twins, Mavis and Sade surrounded by stacks of photo albums. “What is it my gorgeous baby girls?”

“We were hoping to have a conversation—” Sade began only to be interrupted by her twin sister.

“Mom, it’s like this, we need boundaries. We are proud to represent dad and the family when we go out into the world. We know what’s expected of us going into these types of events.” Mavis spoke, crossing her arms. “We don’t mind, we get a bit nervous, but the fans are always fun and nice— they aren’t the problem. It’s the people that act like they know dad or us, acting like they were so important to him, yet we’ve never heard of them…”

“It sucks. And, it’s the same people we see in the media saying shitty things or laughing at him, doing whatever is ‘in’ at the moment to further their own careers. I’m— We are tired of people using dad, then acting the complete opposite in our faces.” Sade huffed, twirling her hair with her fingers, something she did since she was young. A nervous tick.

“We know those snakes are going to find a way to attend, putting on a show like they were his best friend in front of cameras. We hate all the fake people. Dad doesn’t deserve that and it makes us so mad.” Mavis groaned, “Dad was always kind to everyone and they didn’t deserve him. He didn’t hold grudges, but we do. I do. I keep a mental list of all of it. I’m only kind to those who deserve my kindness.”

“I understand—” Y/N started, only to have her daughter continue.

“We don’t want to be forced to be around people with negative energy.” Mavis threw her arms in the air. “It’s annoying because then they use us and lie about us or you. Mom, if I hear or see any of it. I’m fighting. I swear. I know how to use my heel as a weapon—”

“Mav, no need to fight. I understand, I really do. Is it fair to assume this is how all your siblings feel too?” Y/N fought the urge to laugh at her daughter’s sass, something she definitely got from her father.

“Yes, we discussed it. The two of us were appointed to present the idea to you.” Sade replied, “I’m good with words, she’s good with her fists.” She added making a crazy gesture towards her twin.

“Mhm, I see.” Y/N chuckled at how organized her children were. “I appreciate you talking to me about this, I know it wasn’t easy. With that said, never feel like you have to audition your feelings with me. I am always going to be on your side.”

“Thanks mom.”

“We are his and he is ours. This is our Michael. It’s our event. Your father. My husband. Don’t let anyone ruin the pride you should feel with this. This is special and your dad would be so proud of all of you. He’d want us to enjoy celebrating him. He’d want us to rise above. Plus, I’ve done everything I can to ensure that those invited belong there. You and your siblings are my life. I’m not letting anyone with malicious intentions near my most precious treasures.”

“Ah, mom!” Mavis yelled, sarcastically wiping tears from her eyes. “We are precious. Especially me.”

“We didn’t want to come off as being selfish.” Sade played with the bracelets hanging off her arm.

“No, no, it’s not selfish. It’s very thoughtful.” Y/N moved to sit in between them, immediately they clung to her. “I struggled with sharing him too. When I felt the world wasn’t being kind to him, I wanted to lash out, but I learned that I could share him and still be protective. It’s not selfish to be protective or to want memories of your father that are just yours. The world has more than enough.” The twins smiled at one another then…

“Okay! Y’all can come in now!” Sade shouted over her shoulder, all the other kids funneled into the room through the shared door.

“I should’ve known you’d be listening through from Kya’s room. Sneaky, every last one of you.” Y/N wagged her finger with a big smile on her face.

“Yes, however, it was difficult. I’ve told you before y’all need to annunciate.” Carver noted with a playful eye roll. “Annunciation is the key to successful communication, come on, say it with me.”

“Put. It. On. Mute.” Kya spoke up not missing an opportunity to throw a pillow at her big brother. “Mom, how did you deal with it, before us, before you and dad were married, how did you cope with all the craziness?”

“Your dad was my shelter in every storm, he never made me feel out of place. We fell in love as kids. It went without saying we’d always be in each others lives. There were moments in adulthood where he grew overly protective. He always wanted me, us to be safe. It did get stressful at times, but we figured it out.”

“Dad was so whipped.” Mavis snorted.

“That’s cute though! Imagine growing up with the person you end up marrying and having a family with. That’s like a total fairytale. You saw each other in every phase of your lives…” Kya argued, her hand over her heart as she explained.

“It helps too that mom is a freaking baddie.” Mavis fanned herself as she held up a picture of her parents in bathing suits taken on their honeymoon.

“How’d dad handle girls flirting with him? You ever have to fight a groupie or two? They’re still out there, you know that, right?” Idris asked, a disgusted look on his face.

“I’m well aware of the existence of groupies.” Y/N tucked her hair behind her ear, then with a deep breath, continued. “Dad had strict rules set in place and your Uncle Bill enforced them. It rarely reached us, so we weren’t affected by it.”

“Oh, there’s so many stories there. I can feel it!” Mavis dropped the photos she was holding and leaned into her mom, “Spill. We want the tea.”

“I’m not telling you anything regarding that topic of my relationship with your father.”

“Come on! We’re all grown!” Naila nudged her mother.

“Dad would tell us.” Johan sang, knowing just how to get to his mom.

“Dad totally would.” Khari smiled, fist pumping his brother. “You know he loved telling us stories.”

“Okay! Okay! Let me think…” Y/N laughed at the excited expressions on her children’s faces. “Way back in the day, I’m talking 1987, your father was beginning rehearsals for the Bad Album. Specifically, the short film for, The Way You Make Me Feel.”

“Oh! This is Tatiana lore, isn’t it? It’s going to be good! I can feel it!” Mavis clapped. “I wish we had popcorn.”

“Ooo! Popcorn with Hot Sauce!” Johan clapped, “Gummy Worms and Reese’s Pieces. Wait, should we go get snacks before this?”

“Boy, you aren’t hungry, you’re just bored. Which will be solved once you shush and let mom talk, you knucklehead.” Naila chucked, giving her mother a double thumbs up to continue.

“Well, she was extremely flirtatious and your dad was very unamused by it all. On their first day of filming, he called me nonstop, insisting that I join him on set. It was the final months of residency, so every free minute I used to study. I was under so much pressure, but he wouldn’t let up and something in his voice… I could genuinely feel he needed me, so I packed up my books and headed over. She wasn’t pleased to meet me, your dad—” Y/N fell into a fit of giggles, “Your dad was anything but subtle. He held my hand tight as we entered the filming stage. All eyes on us, you could hear a pen drop it was so quiet. That’s the thing about your dad, he never had to do anything to get focus— he was a magnet. Everyone was so amazed just watching him exist. He immediately had their undivided attention. Your dad had thought about it, I could tell— he’d known exactly the statement he had wanted to make. It was the loudest I think I’ve ever heard him talk. He said, “I want y’all to meet my lovely lady, she’s my better half, my future wife, Y/N. I know she’s beautiful, but keep the ogling to a minimum. I get jealous.” He had both his arms wrapped around me and laid a big kiss right here.” She smiled, pointing to the corner of her lips.

“Now, that, right there, is a gangster move. Dad is so smooth with it too.” Carver clapped.

“What did Tatiana do? Did she have a breakdown? Oh— she started a fire, didn’t she? She try to fight you for him, you whooped her, didn’t you? Please tell me you did.” Mavis questioned, the words spilling quickly out of her mouth as she leaned it excitedly.

“No. None of that. Every time they had a break, your dad would run over and hold onto me until they needed him again. He wasn’t taking any chances being alone with her.” Y/N laughed at the memory, he looked so cute rushing over to her. “I was his security blanket that day.”

“That’s crazy. Was it really that bad?” Carver shook his head, surprised at how brazen people could be especially when the flirtation wasn’t reciprocated.

“She had a crush, which was fine, but she became a bit aggressive which wasn’t fine. She was getting real touchy, they had to keep stopping everything and reminding her to keep her hands to herself. Dad didn’t like it. He had your Uncle Bill give her a stern talking to too.”

“You should’ve fought her.” Mavis announced like it was what everyone was thinking. “You throw someone through a table they start acting right.”

“Violence isn’t the answer.” Y/N found her daughter’s stance comedic, because back then, that day, she’d done just that.

“It is when some floozy is pushing up on your man. That’s just disrespectful.”

“She stopped, that’s all that matters.” They watched closely as their mother avoided eye contact, suddenly very interested in the ring she’d never taken off— her wedding ring.

“You fought her!” Johan shouted, smacking his palm down. It was followed by every screaming and cheering, throwing out scenarios so fast she couldn’t hear them all.

“Okay! Yes, BUT she started it. I defended myself. It wasn’t this huge scene. It ended quicker than it began.”

“Mom, did you— you knocked her out, didn’t you?” Carver had the biggest smile on his face as he began a ‘KO’ chant amongst he and his siblings.

“You kids are crazy.”

“We get it, you defended yourself. Fighting is wrong, blah blah blah. What happened?” Sade lit up at the existence of this story.

“There was this shot they were trying to figure out, your father was leaning against a car and she pressed herself against him— which wasn’t what they told her to do. Your dad was fuming. Filming was done, they had to use what they already had. He felt violated, so I decided it was time for me to have a chat with her. She put her dirty little hands on me, so I had to go to work.”

“Ahhh!!! Did you make her cry? Please, please say yes.” Mavis was clapping, unable to control her giddiness.

“Oh, I can totally see dad giggling up a storm at you defending his honor. He was probably yelling out tips for you to keep the upper hand.” Johan added, his brother fist bumped him in agreement.

“I knocked that bold little— lady on her butt and that was the end of it. And, before you ask, yes, it was a mean right hook.” Her kids absolutely lost it, jumping up and down, hyping her up like she’d just won a gold medal.

“Dad only knew how to flirt with you. Anyone else tried him and he basically malfunctioned.” Naila smiled.

“Oh, stop.”

“It’s true! Our first ballet teacher got the boot for that exact reason!” Sade remembered.

“What are you talking about?” Y/N was surprised at her daughter’s announcement.

“She flirted with dad! He picked us up and she tried putting the moves on him.” Sade finished. “He looked so scared!”

“Shamelessly! She caressed his bicep and did the whole, ‘you must work out routine.’ Dad ran out of there like a track star, he threw us on his shoulders and took off. Why else do you think he switched us to the other studio?” Mavis was turning red from holding in her laughter.

“I can’t believe that. He never— He said they were full!” Y/N shouted in disbelief.

“Nope.”

“She was full… full of love.” Mavis teased, singing her remark to emphasize her point.

“And dad was FULL on not having it!” Sade cheered, pointing at her sister as they lost it.

Y/N watched on as her daughters gave each other a high five and fell over holding their bellies.

“Dad didn’t like my cheer coach from high school either.” Naila entered the conversation, an undeniable smirk on her face.

“Oh goodness, did she make a move on him too?” Mavis clapped, ready for more gossip.

“Yes, HE did.”

“He? He!!! Ahhh!!” Mavis and Sade yelled in unison, “That’s hilarious!”

“No wonder he always waited in the car for pick ups.” Y/N laughed, covering her face at the thought of how shy the attention made her husband. “I can’t believe he didn’t tell me!”

“He didn’t want you running around handing out the Tatiana treatment.” Idris teased, “He knew you’d straighten people out for making him uncomfortable.”

“Dad’s lowkey a babe magnet.” Naila shrugged, scrunching her nose at her father’s surprising natural talent.

“I don’t know how I feel about that label.” Y/N covered her mouth to hide her smile.

“Nah, it’s true. That’s where I get it from.” Idris smirked, popping his collar.

“Here we go with this boy and his delusions.” Mavis rolled her eyes

“Be nice.” Y/N gently poked her daughter’s cheek.

“Dad was smart though. He knew a good thing when he saw it and refused to fumble. That’s how he landed mom.” Sade nodded along as she spoke.

“True. He didn’t play about his woman.” Mavis snapped, “No hesitation. Remember when he dropped Uncle Randy because he raised his voice at mom.”

“Uncle never did it again too! Who knew dad could fight? He made sure everyone knew he’d throw down for his lady.” Carver threw out his best boxing moves.

“That’s my favorite thing. Your love story. I can’t wait to have that one day.” Naila muttered, like if she said it any louder it would hurt too much. “Dad showed us how our future husband should treat us, you know? The way he loved you. You were so good together. He never disrespected you. I don’t know, he acted like the reason God gave him sight was to see you— his eyes were always on you.”

“He’d always used to say you were his favorite part about waking up in the morning…” Johan added.

“I remember that, he said not many people get to lay their eyes on perfection and he wasn’t wasting his chance.” Idris spoke softly.

“You okay mom?” Naila reached over for her mom’s hand.

“Yes. It’s just your father, he…” She squeezed her eyes shut, “He’s the love of my life.” The kids, much like their father, didn’t hesitate. They all scooted in close and huddled around their mother.

“We love you mom.”

“Love you mom.”

A chorus of affection surrounded her, their children once again keeping her whole when she felt she was falling apart.

“My babies, I love you more.” The same response she’d said to their father for all the years they had together.

Three hours later, the kids were still cozied up in their parent’s room. It was important— necessary to take time to come together before they walk the red carpet, surrounded by images of their father and the sound of his voice in the air.

“They’ll be here any minute.” Y/N informed her children, pointing to the clock, “Is everyone feeling okay going into this?”

“Yes.”

“I’m kind of excited.”

“I’m staying with mom.” Mavis nodded, “She needs special security.” Flexing her arms, making everyone laugh.

“You think it’ll go well?” Carver asked, breaking the silence. “Would dad like it?”

“How could he not? We did all this for him. He always loved when we created together. This, it would be his new favorite thing. He’d be at every showing, telling everyone ‘my babies made all this happen for me’. Not to mention Johan absolutely smashed it. Dad would be ecstatic.” Naila answered, reaching over to hug her little brother. “You really are amazing. It was like seeing dad again.”

“Thanks sis.” Johan hung his head bashfully.

“I can’t wait to see it. I’m gonna fly through that red carpet.” Khari chuckled, bopping his shoulders up and down.

“Daddy would be very proud. He’s smiling. I feel that in my heart. Everything he accomplished in life, you were what mattered most to him. And, I know he’d be blown away with how you’ve managed this path life has thrown at us. It’s not ideal, I miss him, I know it hurts, but never forget how much he loves you.” Y/N barely got the words out, “You’re the perfect pieces of him.”

This felt so vulnerable.

“Come on.” Carver stood, nudging his siblings to do the same. They all got to their feet, forming a circle, hooking their pinkies. “Clock is ticking…”

“Oh god, it’s been so long since we’ve done this.” Kya choked out, tears escaping her eyes.

“Everyone good?” Carver looked around to check then continued, “Today, like everyday we live to make dad proud. We hold him close, remembering the lessons he’s taught us, the words he’s spoken to us and the morals he instilled in us. We hold him in our hearts. We protect and love each other. The way he showed us to. Never feel alone or afraid. Never forget we have each other. Nothing, nothing will change that. As our wise mother has said endlessly, we are pieces of dad— the perfect pieces. He is always with us and will guide us when we feel lost. Listen for his voice, I promise you it’s always there. I love you guys so much, let’s do this.”

Everyone cheered, a soft clap scattered through the room as everyone shared hugs and words of endearment.

The Jackson house was never silent. At all times there was a TV on, the distant hum of an instrument as the kids practiced often or the patter of feet hitting the ground because the kids were always chasing each other.

Now, it was a completely new type of chaos.

Designers, make-up artists, stylists, hair dressers, agents and tailors had taken over the entire downstairs of the family home. People were running around, shouting orders across rooms and moving furniture to prepare.

“Mrs. Jackson?”

Johan saw his mother run past his room to the staircase, a muffled conversation following. Suddenly, he felt overwhelmed, the house was anything but empty, so why did he feel that nagging feeling of loneliness?

He needs to move, he can't sit here without getting lost in his thoughts. While everyone was making themselves busy in separate rooms of the house, he's on his feet. He slips out of the room, his feet moving, carrying him to the one place he knew would bring him peace.

A quick glance in both directions, then he pushed the door open, hit with a tender breeze of memories and safety enveloped him.

He hadn't realized his eyes were shut, but that's always how it was. He needed time to process being within these four walls before seeing it. Each of his senses called for their own personal introduction.

Sight was always the finale. Smell, that was first. Then, sound, that one always took the longest.

“You’ve got it, it’s there, now let’s perfect it. Watch my feet. See. Like this...” Michael’s feet glided across the floor seamlessly. It looked so natural. “Ready to try again?” He faced his eldest son with an encouraging smile.

“I’ll try, but I don’t think it’ll ever look that good.” He chuckled nervously and shrugged his shoulders.

“No. No. What do I always say when learning something new?”

“The greatest education in the world is watching the masters at work.” Carver repeated.

“Exactly. And, lucky for you, your daddy just so happens to be a master.” Michael wiggled his eyebrows and they all immediately broke out into a fit of laughter. “On a serious note. Don’t doubt yourself, we don’t do that in this family. You can do anything you set your mind to. Come on. Practice makes perfect.”

“Thanks dad.” Carver hooked his pinky finger around his father’s, something he’d done ever since he was a baby.

“You’ve got this. Let’s go to work.” Michael kissed the top of his son’s head and playfully shook his shoulders as the music started over from the beginning.

Johan sat on a small cushion, positioned in front of the sound board he was put in charge of for this impromptu rehearsal. But, seeing his father and big brother dance together awakened something inside him. He couldn’t sit still. He had to get up. He had to join. He had to move.

And, move, he did.

“I can practice forever, but I’ll never dance like you. I’ll never be that good—” Carver stopped mid sentence as his younger brother surprised them both. “What the…”

“Sunwalk!” Johan yelled as he struck a pose, smiling up at his dad.

“It’s called Moonwalk, bud. He— How’d he do that on his first try?” Carver spoke as he scratched the back of his neck.

“You’ve all got the dancing bug in you. It’s in us Jackson’s, our hearts beat music.” Michael chuckled, bending down to pick up his youngest. “Mommy is going to want to see this.” He shouted for his wife to join them.

“What if it skipped me?” Carver asked silently, “What if I can’t ever dance like you?” Johan stared at his big brother, the sadness in his eyes made him want to cry.

“You’re right.” Michael nodded, pulling them both in close. “You won’t dance like me. You’ll be better.”

“You really think so?”

“I do. If it’s important to you and if you really want it. I believe you can do it. I believe in you.”

“There you are.” Y/N stood in the doorway of the room she’d avoided since her husband was taken from them. She gave her son a comforting smile, but visibly struggled to take another step.

“Hey mom. Sorry, I needed a moment. I know you don’t like it here—”

“This is my favorite room in the house.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She took a deep breathe then cautiously entered the room, moving to sit beside her son.

“It’s been years since you’ve seen it...”

“Sweetie, I remember every inch of this place. It’s etched in my heart and my mind.”

“You miss it in here?”

“I miss— I miss finding him in here.”

“That’s why you don’t come in here anymore?”

“I want to remember this room with him in it. I’d open the door and see him rehearsing. I’d get to admire him for a moment, in his element, doing what he loved. He’d always pull me in and start spinning me around, singing to me. Then, when our family began to grow, I’d find you and your siblings dancing with him. This room has been a backdrop for every era of our lives— so much love and happiness. I want to remember it that way. Not empty.”

“You two always were dancing. We used to get so annoyed how much you’d kiss each other. Now, I miss it. Seeing you both so happy. I think about it a lot. How lucky we were to be raised by parents who gave us everything and loved— truly loved one another.”

“He’s my person. I’m very fortunate to have built a life with him. We brought such thoughtful, intelligent and beautiful babies into this world. He’d be so proud.”

“It’s not fair. He should be here.”

“I know. I know. But, god had different plans, as much as it hurts, your father wouldn’t want us to spend our lives being angry. He’d want us to live. He’d want us to keep going and make the best of the time we have until we reunite with him.”

“I don’t know if I can do this. I want to, but it feels real heavy. Mom, my heart. I can’t— his voice is in my head and I can’t focus on anything other than the fact that I can’t do this with him, that's not an option. I struggle to it, without him. I have to do it for him— to honor him. That’s my only option. It’s becoming very painful. I want to do right by him, but I’m not sure I’m strong enough.”

“One, your father is always with you. Two, that voice in your head, listen to it, lean into it. That’s him. He’s guiding you. Don’t shut him out. Three, we raised you to be exactly who you are. You are strong. You have half of your father running through your veins, that man was full of love, energy, strength, determination and stubbornness.”

“He was…” he giggled

“It was the good kind of stubbornness. You are strong enough because you are your father’s son. You can do this, if you want to. You don’t have to, but if you want to, you have it in you. I believe you can do it. I believe in you.”

There it was.

Years apart, but just as meaningful.

The same words his father said to him echoed.

He froze.

His hand reaching over to squeeze his mother’s.

He closed his eyes as a familiar presence appeared beside him. He embraced the moment, his parents were here, always with him.

And, they believed in him.

“Thank you for believing in me.” He whispered, fighting back tears, because he needed to say this, he needed to, “Thank you.”

“Oh, sweetie…” His mom hugged him.

“I want to do it. I know I can.”

“I know.”

“It’s just…” he took a deep breath, his hands covering his face as he tried to compose himself.

“The media?”

“Yes. I don’t know how to handle that. The way they treated dad. The way they still treat dad—”

“Hey, hey, look at me.”

“Mom, they are awful.”

“It didn’t stop your father. He persevered. Always. I refuse to let you put yourself in a box to appease people that thrive off hurting others. Do not let them limit your greatness, not when you’ve got endless opportunities and potential. The love will always be louder than the hate. I promise you that. You can’t let yourself get lost in the negative.”

“How did he deal with it all.”

“He focused on his craft and he put his heart and soul into every word he sang, every move, everything he created was his. It was part of him. No one could take that from him. No one could touch him. When you shine, people either admire it or envy it. And, the way you shine, my baby boy, that’s a gift from god. The same as your father. Don’t waste it, embrace it. It’ll take you to places you can’t even imagine.”

“Thank you mom.”

“Good Evening, before we begin I want to thank you all for being here. It means so much to our family. This is a story that means a great deal to us. We want to tell it the way it needs to be told— the way it happened. I have all the confidence in the world that after years of putting pen to paper, we can honor my beautiful husband, Michael the way he deserves.” Y/N had a tight smiled as she waited for the applause to reach its crescendo. “Without further ado, I’d like to welcome to the stage one of our families favorite people, he’s an incredible uncle and we’re incredibly grateful for him, Mr. Chris Tucker.”

“Thank you.” Chris hugged Y/N before taking a place beside her. “Thank you very much. It truly is a privilege to be considered family. So, from now on I think I outta go by Chris Tucker-Jackson, it’s the only way, now they can’t get rid of me.” Cheers at the comedians joke rolled through the crowd. “I gotta be honest. I feel humbled to be here to celebrate a man that I’m blessed enough to call a friend. His lovely wife requested that I lend a hand in sharing this news with the world. I’m not one to be bias, but I think she made the right decision.” A chorus of laughter as Chris gave his best MJ kick, although it was the wrong leg, people loved it. The giant screen behind them on stage flickered, an indication that something was about to happen.

The cheering become louder, the ground began to shake as people pushed forward to get a better view.

“Alright, settle down folks, settle down. I sat down with the Jackson family and we had a long discussion about who would be the right person, who would be able to truly embody Michael. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for the right, the perfect young man to be selected—” Chris was cut off by loud, impatient screaming. “I could tell you, but that would be too easy, so sit back, relax and enjoy.” He smiled, pointing up to the screen with a smile before rushing off stage as the lights dimmed.

A 3,2,1 countdown, then, the audience sees someone fiddling with the lens of the camera until the blurriness fades. Then, a clear shot of a young man. He’s wearing a black bedazzled top open in the middle, revealing a white v-neck shirt, black pants, white socks, loafers and of course, that iconic fedora.

The break down of Billie Jean begins to sound loudly and the man on camera hits that signature pose, fingers sliding down the tip of his hat, hips moving up and down to the beat. It’s an unseen video of Michael practicing, despite the confusion, the crowd happily claps along. Then, he moonwalks, he freezes on his toes, then a spin, then the robot. It was incredible. As the ending of the song approaches, ‘Michael’ spins, hits a pose, removes his hat and throws it at the camera. Then, the screen goes black.

The lights come back on and the applause ceases. Chris takes the stage again, “I know, I hear the whispers, what we just viewed was incredible. And, it was like watching Michael, wasn’t it?” There was long silence, his gaze landed on Y/N who smiled and gave him a nod.

“What you all witnessed was not the King Of Pop dancing, it was the young man chosen— no, born to step into those sparkly socks and loafers. A role of a lifetime that can only be pulled off if you’ve got a piece of that magic. It’s even better when you’ve got that magic running through your veins, please welcome, Michaels’ youngest son, Johan Jackson!” The audience was on its feet, cheering as Johan walked out on stage. It brought great emotion, there wasn’t a dry eye in the building. Johan descended the steps into the audience, grabbing his mother’s hand and keeping her on stage with him.

“I don’t want to intrude, this is your moment baby.” Y/N muttered to which Johan immediately shook his head

“Mom, there is no moment without you.”

The arena went absolutely wild. The rest of the Jackson children made their way to stand beside their mother and youngest brother. They could feel the love and acceptance in every second of the applause.

It reminded them how loved Michael will always be.

It reminded them how much good is in the world because he planted seeds everywhere he went and in everyone he met.

He'd always be a legend. The most known person in the entire world.

Michael Jackson. The King Of Pop.

But, to them, he'd always be dad. The man who refused to let anyone else hold them days after their birth. The man who taught himself how to bake, so they'd have their own special cake for each birthday. The man who would read bed time stories to them long after they'd outgrown them, yet no one refused. It didn't matter what he read as long as his voice was the last thing they heard as they drifted off to sleep. The man who would drop everything to help with math homework, build a science project or throw a football around outside. The man who despite everything thrown at him throughout his life, raised his children to find the good in everything, everyone or be the good, be so good it eventually rubs off on those who need it.

In the middle of a song…

Then asks,

can I come down there?

Don't forget to take care of yourself and stay hydrated 😘

Ask and you shall receive 😘

It is finally here !!!!!

Chapter 4

Summary: Michael & Princess Y/N spend the day together. In one another, they find the ability to escape judgement. They share many firsts and truths they hide from most others. The couple are the happiest they can be. What could go wrong?

Pairings: Michael Jackson & Princess Reader!

Warnings: FLUFF, ARGUING, INSULTS, NAME CALLING, MORE FLUFF & Y/N BEING A BAD BITCH.

Notes: This chapter was difficult to bring to life. It sheds light on how awful Michael is treated by the press- and how much I believe we wish someone would've stood beside him. The magazine covers were challenging to create, but after much deliberation, I decided it would help to understand the love story on a deeper level. I used real headlines and shaped them to fit our characters.

Also, for the sake of the story there’s a DisneyLand Park in England— because I said so. That’s it, I said what I said.

Michael paced in his hotel room, it felt like so much more time had passed, but in reality it was about eight minutes. He couldn’t help it. The only time he had been without her in the last few days was to sleep. Honestly, he was focusing considerable amounts of energy on finding a way to skip sleep all together, but unfortunately, he needed it, so did she. Isn’t that annoying?

“Alright, we’re just about ready to head out.” Bill stood in the doorway, smug smirk on his face, “Goodness, did you sleep in your clothes?”

“No.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed you get ready this promptly.”

“Well, today is important. I don’t want to be late.”

“Michael, you’re making us leave two hours early.”

“There could be traffic.”

“Two hours worth of it, huh?”

“There could be an accident, forcing us to take a different route, these streets are tricky Bill, real tricky. You got extra copies of the maps, right?”

“Yes, you reminded me five times.”

“What if there is a flock of ducks.” Michael’s voice boomed in the most serious tone that Bill was sure he misheard him.

“I’m sorry?”

“You know, ducks! They cross roads and everything comes to a stop. Cities freeze for ducks and don’t start up again until they reach the other side of the street safely. People are very mindful of the ducks and where they gotta go.”

“Mhm. So, this is about ducks?”

“Duh! Have you not been listening? I’m simply planning ahead. It’s called being responsible. It's called being an adult.”

“Son, you’re excited to see her. It’s okay. You can admit it.”

“I’m really excited.” He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth smiling devilishly. “Super excited.”

“I know.”

“I was kidding about the whole flock of ducks thing…” Michael waved off his prior antics, “It’d be less likely then say an… oil spill… or a runaway train?” He was grasping at straws rather unconvincingly, laughing at his failed attempts.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Debatable.”

“Oh, this lovely lady has you in the dazed state of mind.”

“Accurate.” Michael nodded proudly.

“Would you like if we left now—”

“Took you long enough! I should give her a call, is it too soon to call?” Bill chuckled gently propelling him over to the phone. “You're right. I’m going to call.”

Michael bolted across the room, crashing into the table and knocking over the phone. It didn’t slow him down a bit. He bent over, grasping at the telephone like it was his first day with hands, he sat the base upright on the floor, stamping his fingers into each number key. Somehow he’d become tangled, the wire tightened around his torso, but still he persevered, holding the phone to his ear as he hastily picked up everything he'd dropped. An anxious hum sounding from his chest, his foot tapping with loud impatience as he awaited her voice on the other end.

“Hi— yes, hi.” Bill watched on as Michael clumsily mixed up his words and tripped over his feet walking in a tight circle— thankfully, the wire kept him from causing too much damage. “I’ll definitely be making a habit of it… would hate for you to have a bad day and it be my fault.” He bit his lip, glowing a fierce shade of red, “That’s actually why I was calling— yes, I did, how about you?” He giggled like a school girl at her response. “I— well, yes, actually.” Michael strategically turned his back to Bill as if that would make his conversation sound proof, “I dreamt of you. I’m not teasing… why?” He played with his hair, “How could I dream of anything else after seeing that smile— I only tell the truth.” Now, staring down at his foot, a pointed toe dragging across the rug as he listened. “You’re what dreams are made of— yes, that’s why we’re going there today— I’m sure you’ll feel right at home— well, because it’s a beautiful place filled with beautiful things, like it was created for you— yes, have you seen you? I can’t help myself…” A quick glance over his shoulder at Bill who wore a neutral expression, because sure he wasn’t listening— not on purpose at least, “I’ll be there real soon. Yes, I’m far too impatient. Don’t worry your pretty little head— I’ll speed through every stop light— five? fine, three— wow, no compromise? Yes, I promise. I will. I wouldn’t dare lie to a princess— Mhm, yes, I can’t wait. I’ll see you very soon gorgeous.” Michael hung up the phone, doing a happy dance over to Bill and forcing him to participate.

“Look at you.” Bill laughed uncontrollably as Michael failed to spin him, so he spun himself, a firm grip of Bill’s arm. “Joker, you’re gonna hurt me. I’m going to dislocate something, I ain’t a dancer and I’m a few years older than you. Only a few.”

“Oops. I forgot how delicate you are old timer.” The lovesick man froze, a guilty smile on his face. He placed his hand on Bill’s bald head, “Looks like I’ve got another dance partner anyway…”

“I’m picking up on that.”

Michael rushed everyone out the door, hands squeezing Bill’s shoulders as he skipped behind him, going on about everything they had planned for the day. The elevator was the biggest obstacle, stopping at every floor only for Michael to impatiently poke the ‘door close’ button at a speed that could only be compared to lightning. As they moved through the hotel, down to the garage he kept his composure, however, he was walking a very thin line. And, once they reached the parking level, all decorum was thrown completely out the window. Michael was twirling in circles around him and singing, every so often looking back to make sure no one was walking too slow.

After all, he had places to go, things to do and most importantly, someone to see.

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Across town, about fifteen minutes away, Y/N had been trying to go about her morning like every other day, but she was failing immensely. Her mind was moving so fast and each thought was connected to him.

“Diana, I am not joking around.”

“Sweetheart, he’s not going to be here for another two hours. Why are you already dressed?” A light, airy rhythm left her mouth, however, it was understanding, it was kind— she knew her sweet sister was very much looking forward to seeing Michael.

“It would be rude to keep him waiting.”

“So, you plan to stand for the next two hours?”

“Well…” Y/N looked down at her outfit, if she sat down the pants would get creases in them, which was unacceptable. She wanted to look her best for him. “Yes, why not? The minutes will fly by.”

“What if he’s late?” A mischievous glint in Diana’s eye as she watched Y/N consider the idea.

“No. He’s not going to be late.”

“What if there’s a traffic jam?”

“Now, why on earth would you say that?” Her hands now at the sides of her head like she was actively fighting the urge to pull her hair out.

“What if he makes a wrong turn?”

“He won’t make a wrong turn.”

“What if he gets a flat tire? That’d set him back a few hours at least.”

“What have I done to you? Have I hurt you in some unknown way?”

“Relax, I’m teasing.”

“Bullying me to tears, that’s your idea of teasing?”

“I suppose so…”

“You’ve got a dark side Di.” She crossed her arms.

“Take a deep breath. You are so tense. What’s brought this on?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah…”

“Spill.”

“We kissed.”

“Oh! My! Y/N!” A high pitched screech escaped her chest, her hands clapping together with booming thumps.

“Goodness, I forgot how loud you can be.” Y/N covered her ears dramatically.

“How was it?”

“Di, it was…” she drifted off, using her hands to convey the feeling, her movements delicate and full of emotion, “Incredible. It truly was.”

“I’d hope so. You’re practically floating.”

“Whenever I’m with him, I feel it everywhere. I feel it in my bones. Di, I can’t even put words to it. I never knew it was possible to feel like this. I didn’t think things like this were real.”

“You seem really happy.”

“I am. Is that crazy?”

“No. It’s good.”

“We haven’t know each other very long, but this feels— what I feel… I feel more. The feeling is substantial. The feelings for him… astronomical.”

“Time doesn’t matter all that much. The connection between you two, that’s it— that’s what everyone yearns for. You’ve found it. Y/N, you’ve got to cherish this. It’s beautiful. It’s once in a lifetime.”

“I worry far less when it comes to him. In fact, I don’t worry at all. He makes life lighter. I find myself appreciating life more. I don’t feel held down anymore. I can breathe. Diana, he’s like coming up for air— all these years I’ve been struggling, I was drowning and he— he’s like coming up for air. It’s like he gives me this strength I didn’t know I had— well, I forgot I had… he reminds me that I don’t have to sink, I don’t have to lose myself. He’s there. I feel, with him, I feel I’m not alone.”

“I see it. You seem different. He’s made you enjoy life again, instead of simply getting by.”

“Diana, I think— No, I know. Diana, I…” She stared at her palm, opening and closing her fist, she had so much to say, but thinking it and saying it out loud are two different things.

“I know.” Diana rested her hand over her sisters, stopping her anxious movements, “You don’t have to say it. I know.”

“That’s crazy, isn’t it? It’s too soon…”

“Not at all. When you know, you know.”

“Do you… you think he…”

“Yes. I see it in his eyes. It’s in the way he looks at you, the way he moves around you. It’s there.”

Y/N let out the breath she’d been holding, “He’s like out of this world stunning, so that’s like the cherry on top.”

“I knew that was coming.”

“Well, I’m a bit concerned.”

“About?”

“I’m convinced he’s prettier than me.”

“Y/N! That’s ridiculous.” Diana laughed so loud she was sure everyone in a fifty mile radius heard it.

“He’s handsome and beautiful, at the same time, all at once. Diana, that’s like unheard of. You know how difficult it’s going to be to compete with that?”

“You’re being so silly. Why are we ignoring how stunning you are?”

“Why are you acting like you don’t remember how good he looked in those leather pants?”

Diana turned red, “Well, when you bring the leather pants into the equation… that may change my answer slightly.”

“Diana!” She yelled in surprise, pinching her arm as she nearly fell over laughing.

“I can’t make jokes?”

“You and I both know, you’re hardly joking.”

“The man has an exquisite… form.”

“He does.”

“So, back to this kiss… how was it?”

“It sent shivers through my body. His lips, now those are exquisite. Shape, plumpness, strength… honestly, tens across the board.”

“He looks like he’d know what he’s doing.”

“He’s a gentleman.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

“And, his hands, the way he held me close and with purpose. Fairytale quality. My eyes rolled so far back I thought I went blind.”

“Oh, he’s got your eyes rolling back, from a kiss? Woah. Yeah, you better hold onto him. Hold onto him real good.”

“It’s not just that. It’s everything. We can talk for hours. It’s like we— I don’t know it feels like we…”

“You have a very special connection.”

“Yeah, we do.”

“He’s very kind. I like him. I think you two are a perfect fit.”

“I’d like to think so.”

“If you ask me, I think he’s totally asking you to prom.” Diana giggled, it was something they did when having these talks, act like they were in high school. They both missed out on those experiences, so pretending was the next best thing.

“Oh, I can’t wait for the spiked punch.” Y/N had seen it in a few movies, so it must be a thing, right?

“I just know he’d surprise you with the most darling corsage, he’s got great taste.”

“He does. I’d argue that’s why he’s so into me.”

“Definitely.”

“He’s… goodness, he’s the sweetest. It’s like he shows me glimpses of his heart whenever we’re together.”

“This feels so profound. You and him, that’s, Y/N, it feels very final, like it can’t and won’t be undone.”

“Mhm…”

“Looks like I’ll be getting a brother-in-law sooner than I thought.”

“Diana—”

“Would that make Bubbles my nephew?”

“No, that’s— wait, so he’d be my son or my step son?”

“Well, considering Michael’s the only parental figure he knows, that role is completely vacant, so he’d probably call you mommy.” Diana shrugged like it was the most reasonable conclusion.

“He’d see me as his mother, I don’t think he can talk though.”

“His father is quite literally magical. Anything is possible.”

They stared at one another for a brief moment then fell into a fit laughter. Y/N never thought she’d be so concerned with her role in a chimps life, but she wasn’t complaining.

Honestly, being Bubbles’ mommy, that didn’t sound so bad— it didn’t sound bad at all.

“What if you and him…”

“Yes?”

“I can see it in the future… I just wonder, you know, your mother loves him.”

“I’m aware.”

“When you two get married, she’ll totally give him the title of Prince.” Diana spat her words out quickly, then covered her mouth to conceal her delight.

“Diana—”

“Prince Michael & Princess Y/N—”

“You are jumping far ahead—”

“I can feel it. This one is going to stick.”

“I hope so.”

“Y/N, that man is giving you his last name, it’s happening. The only question is when…”

“You don’t know that—”

“As if you haven’t been daydreaming about it. I know you, you’ve probably already got baby names picked out.”

“I have an overactive imagination. I will not be faulted for that. The thoughts happen basically against my will.”

“Oh, yes. I’m sure you’ve got no control.”

A shrieking comes from the phone, Y/N launches herself towards the sound, “Hello? Michael, it’s you— hi.” She blushed covering her face as he spoke, “You’re spoiling me, hearing your voice first thing come sunrise… it’s going to make every following morning dreadful…” she played with the shiny gold jewel hanging from her ear, listening to his voice, “I’m looking forward to today. Did you sleep well? I do hope you had sweet dreams.” She shook her head at his response, “You’re teasing, aren’t you?— why would you dream of me when you have the world at your fingertips…” she giggled, “I fear you’re embellishing my affect on you— so, is that why you’ve decided to show me the place full of dreams… I’ve made your dreams come true?” Her back against the wall, shaky fingers fiddling with the buttons on her blouse. “What makes you so sure I’ll love it?— well, aren’t you flirty in the morning— is that so? Only a few more hours— you’re on your way, already?” She laughed, loud, throwing her head back, “I’m a bit eager too, yes, I am absolutely ready— I see, coming to collect a good morning kiss… no— don’t do that— I’m not going anywhere— I’d like you safe and in one piece.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, “I’ll be here, waiting for you— no speeding, love… I can’t wait either— I’ll be counting down the seconds handsome.” She hangs up, walking over to Diana and acting like that didn’t just happen.

“Oh, you’re in far deeper than I thought.”

“I know.” She hid behind her hands, peeking through her fingers. “I know… I told you. He’s got me under a spell.”

“Looks that way. He’s even got you giggling new sounds.”

“Stop! His voice gives me goosebumps. I can’t control my reaction— I’m not strong enough.” She fell face down on the mattress, voice soft and muffled as she continued, “He’s irresistible. It’s not my fault.”

“At least, he seems equally insane about you.” At Diana’s bombshell, Y/N’ head shot up— Diana laughs, reaching over to push her sister’s hair out of her face.

“He does, doesn’t he?”

“Completely. It’s actually making me sick how cute you two are.”

Michael is biting his lip as the palace gates come into view, the guard peers out nodding then waving them in. The tall metal gates opened agonizingly slow. As the car finally moved forward he became very aware of his body— specifically how it was reacting. His leg bouncing up and down, uncontrollable humming of something unrecognizable. He’s nervous. He could feel through the rearview mirror, Bill’s eyes burning into him like a laser.

“I love when you stare at me. It really helps ease the nerves.” Michael was oozing sarcasm.

“You look like you’re about to lay an egg.” The older man’s shoulders shook with laughter.

“That’s physically impossible.” He rolled his eyes, scoffing in an exaggerated childlike manner.

“You’re seeing the girl you like loosen up. You act like I’m taking you to the dentist.”

“I’m just nervous. Really nervous.”

“I could turn around—”

“Don’t you dare.”

Bill laughed harder at Michael’s reaction, he’d jumped up, smacking the top of his head on the roof and was now rubbing it.

“Relax, jumpy. I’m sure your girl will be more than willing to kiss it better.”

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

Bill composed himself as the car came to a stop. He put it in park, turning around to face Michael.

“Don’t let the doubt swirling around in your mind get too loud, yeah? Be yourself. Don’t forget to breathe.” He reached over, patting his shoulder, “She agreed to spend the day with you, women don’t take part in anything they don’t want to— especially her. She’s, I don’t have to remind you who she is. My point is she’s not going to do anything she doesn’t want to and she wants to see you.”

“Thanks.”

“You’ve got this. Go on now.”

“Okay.” He giggled, reaching for the door so quickly he forgot to undo his seatbelt prior.

“Hurry, I’m getting stressed out just looking at you.”

“I’m going.” He shuts the door, rushing up the steps. His mind was surprisingly quiet. It’s like the closer he got to her the more grounded he felt.

By the time he reached the door, he stood taller, chin tilted upward and a confident smile. He rang the bell, hands rested at his sides. He perked up and the muffled sound of voices, followed by the door clicking a few times then opening.

“Hi.” Her smile as bright as ever.

“There she is.” Without hesitation he stepped towards her, a sweet kiss on her cheek as they embraced one another. “You’re so beautiful.”

The sincerity in his voice, tugged at her heart and body. He had her full attention. She slowly lifted her head to find she had his too. A small twitch at the corner of his lips as he leaned forward, they were a centimeter apart when he couldn’t bear to wait any longer, rushing to close the distance between them— the brim of his hat smacked into her forehead, pushing her back and sadly out of his grip.

“Y/N? Oh no, I’m— that’s not what— I’m so sorry. That was an accident.” He squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment, “That’s not what I had planned…”

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” She giggled nervously, pecking him on the cheek.

“I’m sorry. Does it hurt?” He held her face, “It’s a little red, but you make it look good.”

“I’m okay. It was your hat not a brick.” She teased, her hands curling around his neckline.

“Well, I like to take proper precautions…” He swiftly removed his fedora, “It pains me to bring harm to such preciousness— regardless of it being accidental.” He pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead then to her lips— she smiled against him, her hands slid from his chest up to the back of his neck, gently pulling at his curls.

“You think I’m precious?” She murmured into his mouth.

“The. Most. Precious.” He said between kisses, deep kiss, she pulls away with a new glow.

“I have to say, I’m a big fan of how you distract me from the pain.”

“Oh, I’m great at distractions.”

“A proper professional.”

“I’m very tempted to stand in this very spot all day.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“We’d miss out on everything we have planned. Why would you want that?”

“The chance to hold you longer, look at you from up close… I can’t think of a better way to spend the rest of my life.” It slipped, he swore it did. He inhaled sharply, holding his breath as if that would change anything— perhaps if he stayed very still she wouldn’t hear it.

“The rest of your life, huh?” She smiled, reaching to her tippy toes, kissing him once more, “Count me in.”

Shock took over his features, it was the first time they spoke of a future— their future so directly. This suddenly felt bigger than him, in the most genuine way.

“Michael?”

“Hm?”

“Are you still there?”

“Mhm.”

“What is it, where did you go?” They were still wrapped up in one another, he began rubbing his hands up and down her back as he thought of what to say.

“I feel so comfortable with you. I completely relax and I’m noticing that causes me to overshare.” He let out a nervous chuckle.

“Michael, if that’s truly how you feel, having a future. Then, we are on the same page.”

“It’s not too soon?”

“Not if it’s what you feel. I like hearing the truth. If that’s your truth, I gladly accept.”

“My truth, well, that’s it. I want you in my life.”

“Good. That’s exactly where I want to be.”

“We should get going, follow me Miss Most Beautiful, our chariot awaits.”

“You’re adorable.”

“I’m flattered such a flawless woman like yourself thinks so much of little old me. I’m hardly— I ain’t nothing special.” It was a reflex, it was a shy comment, maybe slightly embarrassed, but she could tell there was something deeper attached to it.

“You sure do have a lovely way with words.” She spoke as he held the door open for her, “But, between you and me, I’m much more attracted to a man who doesn’t lower himself to lift me up. You’re extremely special and I will do all I can to prove it to you.”

“Noted.” He blushed as she kissed his cheek, squeezing his hand momentarily as she settled into the car.

The radio hummed low, Bill and Y/N carrying on conversation as she periodically helped him with directions. Michael was overly quiet. She looks over and he’s fidgeting— excessively cracking his knuckles and tugging at the embellishment details on his sleeves. So, without skipping a beat, she undoes her seatbelt and scoots to the middle of the bench seat. She grabs a hold of both of his hands, placing them in her lap and massaging them. As she felt him slowly relax, she felt herself gradually being able to breathe again. She didn’t bring any unnecessary attention— she didn’t tease or judge. She simply saw him hurting and felt hurt too. She interfered with such understanding and tenderness.

“Oh, that building there, that’s Westminster Abbey, it’s beautiful, it’s like a giant piece of art, maybe I can take you there tomorrow?” He was still taken aback by her way of handling him, so he simply nodded, “I think you’d love it. I’ve grown to, when we were kids, my brother and I loathed it. Those traditional ceremonies were basically endless, I’ll show you all of our favorite hiding spots.”

“I’d love that.” He leaned closer, “It’s a date.”

“Two dates, two days in a row? Lucky me.” She winked at him. “I must be irresistible.” She whispered close to his ear, only for him.

“You have no idea.”

The rest of the ride was full of conversation and giggles. Bill peeked through the rearview mirror every so often. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it, Michael has so free. There were always walls surrounding him, but she somehow managed to undo those. She didn’t break them down, not aggressively, no trespassing— she did it with silent permission. She reversed the construction with gentleness and determination.

Bill parks directly in front of the tall building. The entrance full of excited faces, anticipation at an all time high as their special guest emerged. What they weren’t aware of was their special guest brought a plus one.

The plus one to put all other plus ones to shame.

Y/N lets herself out, rushing up the steps to greet the hospital staff. She moved confidently. Every break in conversation was reserved for him. She’d glance over her shoulder, hoping to see him, but he had yet to join her.

Bill couldn’t take the look of fear on his face any longer, “Joker, what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” His gaze glued to her.

“We getting out of the car anytime soon?”

“This is a public appearance. Bill, I don’t get it, why does she want to be seen with me?”

“That’s a question for her to answer, but given how she looks at you, Michael, you know exactly why.”

“There’s no going back after this.”

“She doesn’t seem too worried about that.” Bill nodded over to her, big smile on her face as she engaged in conversation, no doubt stalling until Michael made his entrance.

“I—”

“Get out of your own way. You deserve to have pieces of good in your life. She’s it.” Bill gave him a stern look, “Don’t shut her out.”

“Okay. Okay. I’m ready.” As they both exit the car, it’s immediate. It’s unmistakable.

Y/N felt it, him. A smile spreading on her face as his footsteps approached. The staff wore similar expressions, if she didn’t know any better she’d assume they’d witnessed a horse grow wings and take flight.

Michael swiftly takes his place beside Y/N, “I hope you don’t mind, I’ve developed a habit of traveling with those far more exceptional than myself. This is Michael and Bill.” She introduces everyone and as they begin to head inside, he grabs her hand, guiding her palm to rest in the crook of his arm. His hand remained on hers a protective subtly laced in his touch as he lead her through the crowded halls.

A slow upward curve of her lips blossomed, radiating a happiness he hoped she only felt in his presence. The soundless adoration they felt from one another made the rest of the room simply fade away.

She squeezes his bicep and brings him closer. The blatant display of affection would usually make him nervous, but seeing the joy on her face— he couldn’t bring himself to care about what anyone thought. Y/N, she took priority.

It was invigorating, walking down these halls with her on his arm. It wasn’t just that. It was the reception. Every single person was polite, friendly and welcoming. For once, he didn’t feel like the odd man out.

Everyone was losing it. The Princess and Michael Jackson were not who they were expecting to walk through those doors today or ever. Yet, when the couple was in front of them, it was the most logical thing. In fact, it made so much sense that they wondered why it hadn’t happened sooner. There was a serenity surrounding them. One that amplified around others, it left a trail of crumbs wherever they went and with whoever they touched.

“This wing, is our burn unit. On to our pediatric—” The nurse spoke, giving them a tour despite her obvious nerves.

“Wait, we’d love to meet the kids here, if that’s alright.” Michael says already peering through the window with a big smile on his face.

“Oh, of course. I wasn’t sure if time was an issue.”

“We have time. We have all day.” Y/N emphasized, already turning to face the sliding doors.

“Great. They’ll be delighted.” The nurse led them into the wing, “We have to wear proper PPE. These patients have extremely compromised immune systems, this is to prevent infection.”

“No problem.” Michael already had half of the equipment on and when he looked over to Y/N, she was doing the same. Before he could think he was behind her, tying the bright blue gown.

“Eli, is he doing well?” Y/N questioned, her eyes on the nurse as she turned away from her, hands on Michael as she secured his gown— returning the favor like it was muscle memory. These two, they flowed so naturally with one another.

“Yes. There has been lots of improvements with him. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see you.”

“That’s good. He’s a tough little guy.”

Michael followed as Y/N and the nurse crossed the threshold, she was familiar. She knew where she was going. The smile underneath his mask was hardly hidden. The more he learned about her the stronger pull he felt.

“Hello.” A small wave as she effortlessly commanded the room, “Apologies, I hope we aren’t intruding, but we’d be honored to spend sometime with you, if that’s okay?” Y/N’s voice sweet as ever as she stood in the doorway.

“Y/N!” The young kid stared at her, wide smile and a redness growing across his face.

“Princess Royal.” The parents shot out of their seats, looking at her in disbelief. “Honey, it’s the Princess— the real, oh my goodness.”

“I know. I told you she visits me, but you thought I was lying.”

“Oh, no.” Y/N reached out, stopping them as they went to bow, “I’m a hugger. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You’ve got an incredible son, wonderful young man you’ve raised, truly.”

“I can’t believe this.” They were so wrapped up in the visit that they hadn’t taken their eyes off of her. “We thought he was dreaming, you know, with the medication… thank you for taking the time to get to know him.”

“It’s been my pleasure. As much as I want to keep you all to myself, I have someone who really wanted to meet you.” Y/N stepped aside, pulling him further into the room. “This is my very good friend, Michael.”

The only sounds that could be heard were from the various monitors. The family was clearly struggling to process the last five minutes.

“Michael, as in Michael Jackson?”

“Oh! Wow! Hi— Hello, Mr. Jackson.”

“Michael, please, call me Michael.”

“Oh, your voice sounds even sweeter in person.” The mother cooed, her hand trembling slightly as he shook it, “He’s a big fan, we all are. You’re phenomenal.”

“Thank you so much. It’s lovely to meet you.”

The boy had yet to speak. Michael’s presence having an obvious emotional effect, his heart monitor sped up, the beeping sound reaching a new volume.

“Hello.” Michael moved to stand beside the bed, “It’s really nice to meet you, Eli. Y/N speaks highly of you. Thanks for hanging out with me.”

“I have your album.”

“Really? I’m flattered.”

“I have all of them. Every single one. I get to listen to them full blast, only on Friday’s though.”

“Wow, I’ll have to visit again, if you don’t mind. Maybe I could sign a few of them for you.”

“That would be— the best! I could have my mom go pick them up now. You’re awesome, you know that? The way you dance— it’s totally wicked!”

“Thank you.” Michael fell into a fit of giggles, “I appreciate your seal of approval.”

“Oh! You’re so cool! Mom! Mom! Michael, he has a chimp and a llama! Oh! He’s got a go cart track too, at Neverland… Right?” His parents listened intently smiling along before returning to their conversation with Y/N.

“Yes, that’s all true. You’ve got a good memory.”

“And, you’re friends with Princess Royal.” The boys hand went to his forehead like he was struggling to accept all the information, “You live in an amusement park. What don’t you have?” He looked back and forth between Michael and Y/N, “Man, you’re totally living the life.”

“I’m very blessed. Y/N, she’s lovely.”

“She’s out of this world lush.” He whispered to Michael, fist pressed to his chest like he was reciting Shakespeare, “You know, you should marry her, then you’d be here all the time! Build another Neverland! You’d love England, it’s awesome.”

“I’ll try my best. She’s a bit out of my league though.” Michael muttered back, double checking that Y/N was still occupied with his parents.

“You’re basically Royalty. You’re the best of the best. I say go for it. And, since it was my idea. I call the role of best man.”

“You’ve got it all planned out, don’t you?”

“Well, I may have ulterior motives…”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“I wanna meet Bubbles.” The kid shrugged like it was the most obvious answer.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Michael chuckled, “I’ve got his people on speed dial.”

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The sun was beginning to set, the sky filled with a beautiful pink and purple glow. The second time they walked through the hospital doors their hands tied, grinning ear to ear.

And, existing without a care in the world.

“You know, that Eli, I think he’s trying to compete with me.” Michael teased.

“Oh, jealous, are we?”

“Completely.”

Sweet as ever, Michael helps her inside, buckling her in like precious cargo and closing the door softly. She giggles, watching as he runs around the back of the car to take the seat beside her.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” He sang, “It’s good too. Really good.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Do I get any hints?”

“Nope.”

“Hm…” She scooted closer, pressing her lips to his cheek, “How about now?”

“We’re going to Disneyland.”

“Yes, we made those plans together, handsome.”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

“I was convinced I’d break you.”

“I’m a sucker for a good surprise. I’m determined to see your face when you see it. That’s my favorite part.”

“I can’t wait to be surprised.”

When they arrive at Disneyland, the park entrance was oddly calm. Michael didn’t even wait for the car to come to a complete stop before running out and opening the trunk.

“He lives on the edge, doesn’t he?”

“No, he likes to see how far he can push it without giving me an actual heart attack.” Bill responded, opening her door.

“Ah, I see. General chest pains are acceptable.”

“You catch on quick.”

They laughed following Michael, who was digging around the trunk like a raccoon. She was skeptical, looking around nervously as Bill trailed close behind. Finally, he reemerged, a giant ball of fabric held against his chest.

He shakes it out to reveal matching black hoodies with white and gold accents. He threw one to Bill, slung one over his shoulder, then held hers out in big reveal fashion.

“Oh, Michael! This is lovely!” She clapped, grin on her face as she jumped up and down. “It has my name!”

“Mhm.” Michael looked on proudly as she pulled it over her head.

“How do I look?”

“Like a princess.” Her cheeks burned hot at his response.

“Get yours on, I’m in dire need of a prince.” She teased, reaching over to hold his hat as he got changed.

“Better?”

“Perfect.”

She kept looking over her shoulder as they approached the gates, she wasn’t afraid, but very alert. For the first time, she didn’t have only her safety to worry about, but also someone else’s. Michael. If she was being brutally honest, she was far more protective of him than herself.

“Don’t worry, it’s just us.” Michael rested his hand on her back as he explained, “That’s the surprise.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Did you know, you can rent out an amusement park?”

“Michael—”

“You and me. The happiest place on Earth. We’ve got all night. No interruptions. No hiding. No responsibilities. It’s just you and me.”

“And Bill.” She said through a laugh.

“Yes, Bill too. You, me and the old man.”

“I heard that.” Bill scoffed, walking away to sit on a nearby bench.

“This is incredible. It’s so beautiful. Thank you.”

“It’s not—”

“It’s a huge deal. You’re the sweetest. Thank you.”

She intertwines their hands, he stiffens slightly then struggles to relax again. She feels the shift, the same way she did in the car.

“Oh! Should we go in the Ferris Wheel or Space Mountain first?”

“Your choice.”

“Are you hungry? We can eat something first… Pizza?”

“Ok.”

“Michael, are you alright?”

“Yes.”

“Another short answer…” She shifted her weight to one leg, “What have I done—”

“Nothing. You’re perfect. Miss Most Beautiful, you’re absolutely perfect.”

“Well, why are you acting like you don’t want to be near me?”

“Y/N, I want you.”

“That’s not what it feels like.”

“Earlier. What I said. It slipped out. I wasn’t expecting for you to… it just made me realize that even if I do want this— we both want this, it’s not possible. Our lives… I don’t think— realistically, it’s not in the card for us. It can’t happen.”

“Why is that?”

“Come on. Y/N, you know. We can’t be together.”

“We can’t?”

“No.”

He said it so matter a fact, she could actually feel the word fracture her heart. It felt like he was purposely pulling her in different directions, she hated it. She wanted it to stop. She wanted him to be certain— not doubtful, certain.

“If that’s how you feel, then what are we doing?”

“I… I’m not sure.”

“Goodness Michael.” She groaned, “You said what you said because you meant it. I said what I said because I meant it. I’m not expecting you to propose marriage simply because you let it slip that you think about us having a future.”

“No, but I wasn’t sure if it would scare you, maybe cause you to pull away.” His eyes drifted to focus on the ground, hands forced deep in his pockets. Suddenly, it all made sense. He wasn’t unsure. He was terrified of losing her to the world that had already taken so much from him.

Her hands rested on top of his wrists, tugging gently until he got the hint— hands now on her waist, where they should be. Delicately, she leaned into him, the most endearing smile on her face as she stretched her arms over his shoulders locking her hands together behind his neck.

“What does this tell you?” Her whisper fanned over his lips and she kissed him. No chance for him to answer because the question was utterly rhetorical.

“That’s a very moving argument.”

“I can be very persuasive.”

“I need no persuasion.”

“Good.”

“I’m sorry. I think I’m still trying to grasp the fact that you’re real.”

"I really hope, eventually you find a way to accept I want to be with you." Her tone wasn't angry, it was genuine. And, when he looked into her eyes, he could feel himself melting.

"Do you truly understand what that comes with?"

"Does it come with you?"

"Well, yes, but—"

"It comes with you. Great. That's all that matters."

"You know how many people have ran for the hills because—"

"Well, I'm not running. And, I'm not just anyone."

"Oh, trust me. I know you aren't." He responded sharply, rolling his eyes in frustration.

"O— Okay." She didn't know what to say, his tone made her feel a wave of sadness, a shift he picked up on instantly.

"Y/N you’re special. You mean so much to people— your reach extends beyond the U.K. Y/N you're adored by millions—"

"Michael, so are you."

"It's not the same." He shook his head gently, "We are not the same. I'm an entertainer, a celebrity, you have a whole country to lead and a pristine reputation. Y/N, being connected to me will ruin that beyond repair and I know how important it is to you. I— I can't knowingly allow you to open yourself up to that."

"Has it ever occurred to you that even though all that stuff is important to me, it's gotten bumped to second place..." Her fingers combing through some of his loose curls.

"Second place, well, then what's first?"

"You." She said it so confidently, his breath caught in his throat, he felt it everywhere. It was so simple. You. That's all she said and it had such an effect on him. Nonetheless, he exhaled, shaking his head and looking at her with sad eyes.

"Y/N, they'll come after you—”

“It’s starting to feel like you’re trying really hard to talk me out of this. I don’t understand. It hurts my heart.”

“It’s not that I’m trying to— I want this, so much. You are— I want this. But, they’ll be relentless, invasive, aggressive. I’m not treated like a human being very often— well, ever. The same way they treat me... being my girlfriend it's not—"

"Is that what I am, your girlfriend?"

"I— I— um.."

"Michael, you worry far too much."

"Do you... is that what you want?"

"Is that your way of officially asking me?" Her hands on her hips as she challenged him.

"Well, I'm not— I'm worried, but I didn't know... is that something you'd want? Like officially? No matter the repercussions, am I really worth that?"

Her eyes glossy as she reached for his hands, fighting the ache in her chest, his pain and uncertainty brought on such sorrow. All she wanted was for him to accept she wasn't going to change her mind about him, "Michael, I can't give you an answer, if you don't ask the question."

"Y/N..." He whispered, his hands shivering as he closed his eyes, "Alright... okay, I gotta ask the question..." he spoke to himself.

"I'm listening. Whenever you're ready." She smiled sweetly, leaning into his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"It seems fitting that we're here, maybe it was meant to happen this way. I've always loved Disneyland, but never truly felt consumed with happiness until today, being here with you. So, at the happiest place on earth, with who makes me the happiest on earth. Y/N, would you do me the honor, of being my girl?"

"Michael, my very own Prince Charming. Any where, any day, any time, is the happiest place on earth as long as you're at my side. I am your girl. Yes, of course. I'm yours."

"You're my girl." He declared, an infectious smile on his face, "This is happening."

"It is happening." They smiled at one another for a moment, then she spoke again. "Yes."

"I'm sorry?"

"You asked me if you were really worth it. My answer is yes. Michael, yes, you are absolutely worth it."

They stood, in each other's arms and almost in unison looked away, being distracted by the same thing.

The flashing lights called their name.

"Ferris Wheel?" She nodded in response and just as he turned to lead the way he was pulled back.

She held his hand tight, her feet still in place.

"What is it?"

"Well, I was wondering if you'd be interested in... maybe... possibly..."

"Tell me, please?"

"Would you like to get matching mouse ears with your girlfriend?"

"How'd you know what I was thinking?"

There was an emotion brewing inside, one of peace, happiness and devotion. It was the simple sight of her, his eyes focused on her as she scurried over to the little shop. He wasn't sure when it happened, but he genuinely couldn't remember before her. He'd try so hard not to feel anything because he was tired of feeling pain- he remained drenched in sorrow. Now, he's feeling everything, he can't control it, minimize it. It's powerful. It's beautiful.

It's her.

"Close your eyes!" The sound of joy falling from her lips and filling his ears, goosebumps spread down his neck as she secured the string under his chin. "Oh, you look adorable."

He opened his eyes and was immediately met with the brightest smile, "Stop, you're making me blush." shrugging off the compliment as he very dramatically crowned her with ears.

"Has it ever occurred to you, that I like making you blush?" She leaned in close, her breath tickling the side of his cheek. She knew what she was doing.

"You know, I never thought I'd want to kiss a mouse before, but here we are." He felt confident with her, he knew he had just as much of an affect on her, so he leaned into it. "How is it that no matter where we are you manage to be the most beautiful creature. I can't look away, afraid I'll miss something good. I don't want to miss a second."

"Let's go." She grabbed his hand firmly, forcing him to speed walk behind her.

"Where are we going?" She didn't respond, simply quickening her pace, pulling him towards a dimly lit path, "Babe, is there a reason we—" the teasing tone vanished from his lips, breath stuck in his throat as she stepped into his space. She reached up, her fingers closing around the collar of his shirt, and pulling him down to her level.

Their gaze lingered on one another, then locked as their eyes met. His dilated pupils dropped to her lips, briefly, but it was enough. Her gaze didn’t drop, not because she didn’t love her view, but in this moment— she was needed to feel him more than she needed to see him.

There would always be time to admire him.

She kissed him in order to silence him, but kept kissing him because it’s all she wanted, all she needed— and, this was one action that required reaction opposed to explanation.

His hands gripped her waist, falling into her touch like she was the answer to every question he’d ever had.

"My goal was the ferris wheel, but I'm too impatient." Breathless as she carefully wiped her lipgloss from his bottom lip.

"I'm not complaining."

The hours seemed to stretch as they ran around the park. They were familiar and left little to the imagination, some would describe it as dangerous or irresponsible, but to them— it was natural. It was instinct.

Plus, they were all alone, the shield of privacy in their side for once. Right now, they didn’t have to pretend.

“I love these. I’m quite literally in love with them.” Y/N explained, a sugary churro in each hand.

“I see that.”

“I can eat these for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Honest, there’s no way I’d get tired of them.”

“I’ll be sure to keep them on hand from now on.” He teased, “Wouldn’t want my girl to go hungry.” His fingers curled around her hips.

“Oh, how you speak to my heart.” She molded into his chest without much effort from him, laughing against his as he kissed her temple, cheek, nose then, finally, her lips.

“Mm. Cinnamon sugar, my favorite.” He licked his lips, watching as her cheeks lit up that perfect shade of pink.

“Really, want some more?”

“Absolutely.” He dipped towards her when she unexpectedly held a churro in his face, throwing off his plans.

“Oh, is this not what you meant?” She bit her lip to hold her laughter at bay.

“Not exactly what I had in mind…”

“How about…” she broke off a piece of the sugary treat, putting one end in her mouth, a calculated tip of her chin in his direction. He took the bait.

Of course he did.

A soft crunch as he sunk his teeth into it, then he pulled away, taking the piece whole and chewing obnoxiously. She pinched his cheeks, laughing at his antics.

“You just love teasing me. Serves you right.”

“You’re adorable when you think things aren’t going your way.”

“You know, there is very little that isn’t going my way in this moment.” He swung their connected hands.

“Good thing our desires line up…”

“Oh, yes… I’m feeling all types of desire.”

The birds were awake and louder than ever. She was sure they were chirping specifically to disturb her. Y/N simply rolled over, laying on her side, back facing the window. It didn’t quite the noise, but it gifted her a better view. The minute she was fully awake a heavy weight settled in her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut as if that would change anything.

It didn’t.

She didn’t want it to.

She felt a stir beside her. There he was.

Michael as peaceful as ever, his hand still tangled around hers. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. Simply looking at him made the inevitable fallout of their sleepover feel so trivial.

She scooted closer, mindful of not causing too much movement. His heartbeat danced against her cheek as she rested on his chest. One of her legs filled the gap between his— the idea of being this wrapped up in him more often consumed her. She wasn’t ashamed, he is the only thing she’d ever crave— the only thing she’d struggle to share.

He took a deep breath, hugging her close, “Best sleep I’ve ever had.” A sleepy smile on his face, eyes still closed like he was talking in a dream.

Even though she had no regrets, she knew a war was awaiting her at home. She had to deal with it sooner rather than later.

“Michael.” She whispered, her tone pained because she didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want to wake him— she wanted to lay on his chest, cuddling into him with no end in sight.

But, that wasn’t realistic.

Not yet, but very soon, it would be.

She’d make sure of it.

“Morning.” Michael muttered still half asleep, slowly he opened his eyes, “Goodness, you roll out of bed beautiful, don’t you?”

“Stop…” her hand moving up to her face, but he intercepted it.

“You’re perfect. Please, don’t hide. Never hide from me.”

“Okay.” He sat upright, hair slightly disheveled, but somehow even more handsome. He stretched his arms out wide, then collapsing over her in a surprise attack. He nuzzled into her neck tickling her as she squirmed. “You evil genius!”

“I’m gonna stay like this all day…” His voice light, settling on top her, mindful not to crush her. She hummed in agreement as they began drifting off again. Abruptly, he shot up, resting on his elbow staring down at her. It hit him like a bucket of ice cold water, “Tink, we fell asleep.”

“I know.” The sound of his voice and her new nickname made this feel like a win and she wasn’t fighting that feeling— she was savoring it.

“T—This isn’t good. Is it? I’ll talk to them. I can be charming. I can fix this. I’ll apologize.”

“Michael—”

“I can’t believe I kept you out all night.”

“It’s not your fault. I was there too, in case you’re forgetting.” Her index finger traced his jawline, reaching up to leave a kiss on his chin, “Michael, I don’t want to. I really don’t want to, but I have to go home.”

He settled beside her, his body curling around hers as he whispered, “I don’t want you to…”

“Neither do I.”

“Y/N, what’s going to happen?”

“It’ll be fine.” She looked away, her voice dropping an octave.

“I’m not convinced.”

“I’ll handle it. It’ll all be fine.”

“I don’t want to cause you trouble.”

“You’re not.”

“This… you spending the night in a hotel with me, even though… they’re going to spin this into something it wasn’t. They’ll make things up. I don’t want that to be done to you.”

“Michael, I can handle it.”

“I’m afraid that you’re severely underestimating what will come with this.”

“Michael, are you doubting me again, I thought we moved on from that?”

"I've had people that I thought would always be in my life vanish without hesitation. I've had people try to infiltrate my life to see what they could get out of "knowing me." It's rare... it's impossible to have real relationships— I feel this is real, you and I have a connection, so I'm afraid, okay? I don't want them to put you through what I know they will and you decide it's better to go on like you never knew me— like this never happened." He exhaled, “I’d never be the same after that. I wouldn’t come back from that… losing you.”

"I understand. I do, I need you to listen to me." She waited for him to nod, then, "Michael I've had everything decided for me my whole life. People think it's glamorous. They want to around me because they think it gives them something— they want to take pieces of me. l've never had a real friend. I've never had a real date— a real man that was interested in me for the right reasons. It was always about the crown, about status, about how I'd elevate the way they were perceived. It's always been that way. I didn't have peers. I didn't have the chance to socialize with other kids growing up and if I tried— they treated me like I— like something was wrong with me, so wrong that they had to stare or take pictures. I've had a total of one real friend before you. Diana. I don't care what they try to do. I'm not going anywhere. You, this, it is important to me. It matters and I need to you believe that."

“Y/N—”

“Michael, you are important to me. You are important and I care for you.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry… I have issues with trust…”

“I know, so do I. Let’s get through it together, yeah?”

“I’d like that.”

“No more fading on me?”

“No more fading. I promise.”

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The ride home felt heavy like there wasn’t enough air in the small space. The further they traveled from the safety of their little bubble the more she realized the impending eruption that would hit them both— hopefully, she could take most of the blow, to protect him. It didn't make her want to run or turn the car around. She was ready.

She wasn’t afraid. She was embracing this.

She wanted it.

She wanted it because it was the only way to have him. There wasn’t one or the other— they coexisted. She accepted that and was prepared to face it.

“Here we are.” Bill announced, the gates opened slow, the crunch of the tires rolling over the gravel filled the small space. She'd never noticed it before, but today it seemed deafening. The travel time down the driveway seemed to have doubled at least. That feeling in the pit of her stomach becoming louder. She could feel it— the pot was about to boil over.

The car came to a complete stop, Michael hopped out, jogging around to help her. She took the minute to hug Bill, thanking him, then took Michael’s hand.

“I can stay—”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know a few things about strict parents.”

“Michael—”

“I can help. I know how to deal with misplaced anger. I can help you.”

“I appreciate that. I really do. But, I’ll be fine.”

"I need to know you'll be better than fine. The only way to do that is to be present."

"I will be okay."

“You’re going to get in trouble. They’re going to try to keep us apart, especially after this. You know that, right?”

“Yes, I’m fully aware.”

“You're aware, that's all I get? Why are you so calm? It's like this doesn't affect you at all. Please, help me comprehend this because I’m barely holding it together. Y/N, I just got you— I just found you. I can’t lose you. Not now, not yet.”

“I’m not going anywhere. They’ll be upset. They’ll try to create space between us, yes, but it will not work. I’ve never fought against them, I always fell in line— my entire life I bit my tongue, I convinced myself true happiness was a sacrifice I must make to appease my family— and, love was a luxury, one that I’d live without. I did all of that— because nothing was worth the fuss, the pain that comes with defying orders— nothing was worth the repercussions that follow, then… then...”

“Y/N, then… then what?”

“Then, there was you.” A burst of warmth spread through his body, his neck heating up from the way her confession delicately fluttered in the breeze.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you talking about me— looking at me like I’m something to be treasured.”

“I’m going to continue to treasure you and maybe one day you won’t doubt it anymore— you’ll understand.”

She caressed his cheek and he surrendered to her touch with pure unguarded affection. He looked at her like he could finally see— like his entire life everything around him was fuzzy, but now it’s clear. Her touch, it was like bathing in sunlight after a lifetime in the shadows.

“Are you sure, I can at least wait out here—”

“I’m not letting them tear us apart. I’m going to fight for us and I will not take no for an answer.”

“I feel like I’m abandoning you to fight a war. I’m struggling to leave your side— I don’t want to.”

“It’s my war to fight. Then, after this, we will fight it all side by side. We will do everything together. But, this one, I have to do on my own.”

“You’re so calm. I don’t understand…”

“You make me calm.”

They stood in silence, letting this feeling cement itself between them. An unhurried twitch pulled at the corner of her lips, it was contagious. She knew she was. To him, she was an addiction.

“I knew I could get you to show me that beautiful smile again.” Her palm curving against his cheek.

“It’s impossible to look at you and not have a reason to smile.”

“See you later?”

“Brunch?” He teased, glancing at his watch.

“Yes. I’ll deal with this. Then, I’ll call you, possibly show up unannounced. I’m highly considering a getaway car.”

“I know a guy.” He pointed his thumb towards where Bill was parked.

“Sounds like a plan.” She wrapped her arms around him like space made her ache. A tender kiss to his lips.

“I’ll see you then.”

“Absolutely.”

“I’ll miss ya, girlfriend.” He winked, their fingers remained locked, stretching to the absolute limit arms extended as they took small reluctant steps backward. The distance between them grew… slowly, but the tension in their joined hands, amplified rapidly and acted like an invisible tether, keeping them completely bound.

They held on until the very last second.

“I’ll miss you more, boyfriend.” She giggled, very aware of how much she must be blushing. They kept their eyes on one another as she unlocked the door. She blew a kiss, he caught it, holding his closed fist against his heart. Then, against everything his mind was telling him, turned away. She watched for a second longer before closing the door. The image of him fading along with her smile.

“Oh my.” Diana ran over, hugging her so hard she saw stars. “Y/N. I want to hear all about it, but considering you are barely returning home— maybe nothing too detailed.” Her voice lowering, “It’s going to get loud.” Words dripping in concern because there was only one way she could see this concluding, but she wanted more for her sister, better.

“I know.” Y/N allowed herself to relax into the embrace, "It's going to be ugly."

“Are we running?”

“No.”

"I've already got our bags packed."

"Our?"

"Yes, I'm not going to let you go through this alone."

"I appreciate that. Truly, but I'm absolutely not running."

“Are we pleading the fifth, what’s the plan?”

“No, no lying. No secrets.”

“What then?”

“The truth.”

Diana sat with it for a moment, her eyes growing glossy as she smiled, nodding at her sister’s simple answer.

“I like that plan.”

“Me too.”

A noise startles them, Diana reacted on instinct, stepping in front of her sister. "What is it?" Her voice low, Y/N peeks out from behind to see Charles approaching, a stressed expression on his face.

“Y/N…”

"Yes?"

“Mom and dad, they want to see you. They’re waiting in the study.”

“Okay.”

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When they arrive in front of those tall doors, the level of impatience that arose in her felt like armor. This obstacle seemed less and less like an obstacle because that beautiful man was on her mind. And, He was on her side.

Her thoughts cut short when she feels Charles grab her hand, then reaching for the door knob.

“What are you doing?” She rushes, yanking him backward.

“I’m your big brother.” He clears his throat, “I want the best for you. I want you to have all that life has to offer. And, as difficult as it is to let you go, you’ve found a person who will give you the world. I refuse to take part in seizing that from you.”

“Charles, I…”

“We do this together.” He didn't wait for an answer. He didn't need one. The door, the last barrier of sanctuary now gone. The room felt warm, at first, then the harshness of a blizzard takes over. Their father is stood in the farthest corner facing them, but has yet to acknowledge their presence. On the couch, directly in the center of the room their mother sat, she was the warmth. She was the buffer, literally and figuratively.

“Good morning dear.” She stands, kissing her daughter's cheek with a newfound gentleness.

“It most certainly is not a good morning!” Philip surges, coming to an abrupt halt in between the two women, the anger vibrating off of him. "I have never felt such anger, such shame."

"Philip, I beg of you—" Her mother attempting to calm the situation, knowing how ineffective this blow up would be. Her husband wasn't thinking clearly.

"No! You cannot protect her! Not this time!"

“Would you stop yelling. You haven’t even heard what she—”

“I don’t need to listen to her! I’ve seen more than enough. This is— we can’t come back from this. Elizabeth, the damage from this will last for generations.” She rolled her eyes at her husband as if to disregard his words, she truly thought they were laughable.

"Father, this is nothing new. You know how cynical they can be. It’s all rubbish. They twist fact to cause division. Please, allow her to explain before you—” Charles spoke calmly, carefully selecting his words.

"Fine! Explain! Explain to me how you have made a joke of the institution!"

“I—”

“Explain how you’ve brought the greatest shame to our family.”

"Father, I respect the crown, I would never—"

"You are a disgrace!"

"Philip!" Elizabeth takes a firm hold of his arm, pulling him back. "You are taking this too far."

"I don't understand—" Y/N flinched, being cut off by him sharply turning on his heel, quick steps carried him to the desk. His hands moving rapidly, a mess of papers frantically gathered in his hands. Then, to her surprise, he shoves it in her direction.

"Maybe these will help you to understand!" No warning, she felt a heavy weight collide into her chest, her arms flying upward on instinct. “An absolute mockery.” She struggled to keep her balance at the impact, her brother reaching over to help steady her. "Go on! Take a look at the disaster you've caused!" Her body betrayed her, twitching at the volume of his anger. With furrowed eyebrows, she finally looked down, the floor covered with what she couldn't keep hold of. There was no need, she'd caught a few, honestly, one was more than enough. Her eyes focused, only to see photos of herself staring back.

Photos of them.

Her and Michael's faces were on the front page of every paper. If circumstances were different she'd be jumping up and down. She wasn't expecting to have tangible pieces of the memories they created the following day. For a brief moment, she ignored where she was and who she was surrounded by. These photos, truthfully, were stunning. She found herself wondering what camera they used. Michael, goodness, she'll never understand how he can be so effortlessly magical. This was the first time she'd seen a photo of herself where it's completely unguarded and entirely authentic. With Michael, she smiles a real smile. They looked happy. They looked like they belonged.

Michael & Y/N. They fit.

If you put aside the titles, royal or not, this was undoubtedly two people who found their place with one another.

If you ignored the words, it was beautiful.

If.

She begins to read, eyes trailing down each paragraph, blurry vision taking over like a reflex and an ache in her chest as each headline grew more disgusting.

They don't know him. This isn't fair.

"Father, Y/N has never done anything to avoid her responsibility to the family. I ask you to remember that before attacking her." Charles was stood next to her, yet his voice sounded like it was miles away.

"You are the Princess Royal!" Philip continued, ignoring his son pleads, "You cannot just run off with some American! A musician no less! You are above that! How could you make such a fool of yourself!"

She couldn't find the words. She felt helpless with the garbage in her hands, but she couldn't bring herself to look away.

The bold letters stared back at her like she’d personally wronged them. She refused to finish reading the articles— the thought of Michael seeing these circled her mind. She didn’t want him to read these— not alone. Not ever.

They are wrong. None of this is true.

"Look at me when I am talking to you!"

"Father—"

"That is right! I am your father! I am ordering you to never see that man again, do you hear me?"

"What?"

"He no longer exists. You will stay away from him. I will not have this— this filth around my family, rubbing elbows with my only daughter. This isn’t going any further. It's already gone too far.”

The air in the room felt thick, Y/N dropped the papers on a nearby chair. She stepped forward, standing up straight and with an exhale...

“I hope you’re referring to these garbage tabloids as filth and not—”

“You know very well what, or rather whom I’m calling filth.”

“You’re wrong.”

"And, you've gone mad!"

"You're kidding, since when does having a boyfriend mean I've gone mad?"

"Boyfriend? This is unacceptable. End it."

"This is ridiculous. You have no right to yell at me like this. You have no reason to harbor such animosity towards Michael."

“You will not see him again. Don't make me repeat myself.”

“No.”

"Excuse me?"

"I love you father, but no. No, I will not stop seeing Michael—"

"Do not speak his name in this house!"

"Michael is special to me. He will always exist in my world. I need you— I need for you to accept this. He is a good man—”

"Have you lost your mind!"

"No, but I— I feel like l've finally found it. I found myself with him."

"With him? With! Have you— What is going on here!"

"We appreciate one another. He is kind to me. He respects me. Michael understands me.”

"You've known him for less than a week! You can't be serious! This is preposterous!”

"Father—"

“He doesn’t care about you! He’s clearly trying to get close to you for his own gain and you’re letting him! I never thought I’d witness you do something so stupid.”

“Michael is honest! You don’t know anything! You stand there judging him and you have the nerve to accuse me of not thinking clearly! Your entire argument, all your insults are based off tabloids, you yourself have remained adamant our entire lives that they are full of lies and run by evil people.”

“Y/N, I swear, if you see that man again, I will—”

“You’ll what!”

“Stay away from him!”

“No!”

"He is trash! Get that through your head! He is worthless. He’s Trash! Trash! Trash! Trash! Not for you!"

"You don't even know him!"

"I don't need to know him! I know he is going to ruin your life and destroy everything we've worked for! Is that what you want!"

"Of course not! I've lived my entire life by the book, following every rule. Father, there is not a single rule that states I can't be with someone like Michael. In fact, he embodies everything, he’s the perfect partner for me—"

"You cannot be with someone like Michael! Okay! You cannot be with Michael Jackson! There! I have made it a rule! I forbid you to ever see that man again! Do you hear me? ! don't want to hear his name in this house! I don't want—"

"He is a good person! You haven't even given him a chance!"

“I don’t need to give him anything. He’s worthless.”

“Not to me. To me, he is worth everything. I’m not giving him up. The sooner you accept that, the better.”

"Look at what he's done! You stand here defying me! He has changed you, we're already losing you to this— this imbecile!"

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare call him that!" She advanced towards her father, pointing at him fiercely. Charles jumps in, intercepting her inevitable swing and pulled her aside.

"Y/N?" He spoke calmly, giving her a moment to shake off the clash, "I don't know how to help here, but you— Y/N, is this— is he— will he stand by you no matter the outcome of tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"If this goes badly, if you're pushed out. Will he stand by your side?"

"Yes." He was surprised and comforted at how quickly she responded, "I am certain of it."

"Very well." He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, looking to their father who had seemed to be further aggravated by the sibling side bar.

"I hope you've talked some sense into her."

"Father, she's happy. I've spent time with Michael. He's a great man. Most importantly, he cares for her deeply. And, I have no doubt he would take very good care of her. I think you need to give this a chance. He— I'm confident Michael would surprise you."

"I cannot believe what I'm hearing."

"Y/N deserves happiness. True happiness. She can still meet all expectations and perform royal duties the same— spectacularly, as always. Michael won't derail her commitment to the crown. I’d argue, he’d contribute, he’s passionate about the same things we are. He’s quite the humanitarian."

The room was silent.

"Darling, is this serious? You and Michael..." Her mother asked carefully, the sympathy in her voice fracturing the tension slightly.

"We care for each other very much."

"Do you— is he the one?" Her tone gentle as she gave her daughter a supportive nod, eyes communicating everything else she was dying to say, 'you have my blessing.’

"Elizabeth, you cannot be serious." Philip shook his head an attempt to discourage his daughter from answering— but, it didn't work.

"I feel it my heart... I feel that he— Michael adds such magic to my life— a life that I want him part of. I know it may be too soon to speak of love, but nonetheless, I feel it."

"Well, I suppose I understand that." Her mother smiled knowingly, she didn't need an answer. She knew the moment she saw them together.

The tension in the room remained unscathed, she knew this wouldn’t be over anytime soon. In fact, it was about to get much worse. Outside the palace walls, the gates remained locked. Bill and Michael were asked to turn around. Then, guards escorted them inside, muttering a very minimal explanation.

“I stay with him.” Bill announced as they attempted to take Michael in a separate direction. They point them down a hall, weapons in hand as they follow the pair closely, “What did you get us into joker?” He spoke low.

Michael shot him a soft smirk, “I think we’re being put in a tower, guarded by a hungry dragon or something…”

“Glad to see your humor is still intact.”

Philip stood near the door, it seemed like even the thought of looking at his daughter brought him tremendous physical pain. As much as it hurt her, the feelings for Michael outweighed the need to earn her father's approval in this moment. The silence stretched until her mother spoke again.

“Michael, he’s good to you?”

"Yes. Michael is a good man. He—” she’s interrupted by a firm knock at the door, her father rushing to open it, “Michael?”

The guards usher them into the room before disappearing. Bill stood right beside him with a rather unamused expression on his face.

"Great, you've taken hostages. Is this really necessary?" Y/N spat, arms crossed moving into the space beside Michael like it was made for her.

“We are ending this, right here, right now.” Philip spoke firmly, sparing the new guests no mind.

“I’m so sorry.” She reaches for Michael, frown prominent on her face.

“It’s okay—”

“Enough!” Philip shouts. “You.” He pointed at Michael, “I never want to see your face again. You stay away from my daughter, whatever this is, it’s done.” He kept his distance, nonetheless, Bill took a defensive stance. “You don’t belong—”

“Stop talking at him like that!” Y/N didn’t hesitate, she moved to stand in front of Michael. And, the weight of that was palpable, this wasn’t ending, not smoothly, not any time soon.

“I have only just begun.” Her father growled.

“You can’t order him around.” Michael felt an unfamiliar fuzziness cause his skin to tingle. She was shielding him like her father was shooting bullets instead of words. Her hair cascading down her back, oh, her back, his gaze continued to drop low. This was absolutely not the time for this, but he was weak against this— feeling entirely intoxicated by her. Michael found himself suffering from a gawking sickness and he didn't want to be cured. "If you have an issue, speak to me. You will not yell at him. Don't disrespect Michael, that is my only request."

“Request? I can and I will do whatever necessary to protect the crown!”

“Well, as vehemently as you protect the crown— I protect Michael.”

“You can’t be serious. Y/N, you are in line for the throne, you— are you really going to throw it all away for man you’ve known a week?”

“I’m not throwing anything away.”

“You are. You’re throwing everything away for a man so beneath—”

“Do not talk about him that way. I won’t allow it.”

“You won’t allow it?” A bitter chuckle erupted from his chest, "This man is—"

“You will not talk down to him or about him. Ever. I forbid it.”

Elizabeth raised her brow at the sight before her. She knew her daughter— fierce, protective and loyal. Her husband was fighting a losing battle. Michael wasn’t going anywhere.

“Alright.” She stepped forward in an attempt to diffuse the tension, “I think all this… worry, would be alleviated if we simply get to know Michael better. I mean, he is a lovely young man.”

“Elizabeth.” Her husband stiffened.

“Oh, hush. He is and you know it.”

“I suppose.”

“Mr. Jackson.” Elizabeth looked beyond where her daughter stood, making contact with him.

“Your highness, please call me Michael.” He bowed his head nervously, that was going to take some time to get used to.

“Michael, call me Elizabeth. So, our daughter tells us you are quite special to her. She seems to have found solace in your companionship. Clearly, she feels safe with you, trusts you—”

Once again, Philip cuts in, “I wish I could say I trust your intentions, but I don’t.”

“Philip—”

“He had her out, all night, alone— together, god knows where. Doing god knows what. I’m supposed to believe that’s a man who respects my daughter!”

“I do respect her.” Michael's hand rested gently on Y/N's arm, stepping forward, standing next to her.

“Your actions say otherwise.”

“I apologize for returning her home so late. It truly was an accident, one that won’t happen again, you have my word—”

“Yes, that we can agree on. This will never happen again. Listen to me, this is over, you will stay away from my daughter—”

“Philip, you’ve said enough.” Elizabeth exhaled, “Y/N has fought against everyone you’ve put in front of her. She never settled for any date we set her up with. If you ask me, I think deep down you knew that would never change— you could count on her rejecting every single one. None of them were right for her and she wasn’t shy about telling you. Now, here we are— she’s fighting for him and I think that terrifies you. She’s never fought for anyone. She’s never put herself in the crossfire. Dear, we are witnessing something exceptional and honest. I beg of you, take a step back, get a better look at this and breathe. It’s new, the tiny glimpses of giving her away, your only little girl, but how you handle this, that’s what will determine if she remains your little girl.”

Philip’s shoulders relaxed, the crease between his eyebrows fading, he shook his head and turned away from everyone.

“I know I’m not exactly who you pictured for your daughter. I know if it was your choice, you most certainly wouldn’t choose me, but she has. I don’t know why, but your incredible daughter has chosen me. I hope you’ll give me the opportunity to show you who I am. I’m not a headline. Y/N, she’s intelligent and kind, she’s so many things— trustworthy being one of them, she’s gotten to know me. Can you, please, until you know me better yourself, simply trust your daughter’s instincts?”

“Well, that’s an idea.” Her mother nodded at Michael's moving words. “A very brilliant idea.” An insightful expression on her features as she looked between the two. “Michael, Y/N, please, give us a moment.” A loving hand found theirs as she guided them to the door. “I’ll set him straight.” She kissed her daughter’s cheek, smiled at Michael then shut the door.

“So...”

“Yeah.”

“Y/N, this is causing a rift with your dad—”

“I want this, I can handle the backlash, so I’ll fight for us. If you don’t want this, then you may leave. That’s your choice to make.”

“I don’t want that. You know I don’t. This feels like a big deal, I’m not sure I—”

“If you so much as question your worth or what you deserve one more time, I’m going to throw you through a wall.” She was facing him, her pointer finger delicately resting on his chest.

He bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a laugh. “Well, I don’t want that. Sounds painful.”

“I’ll nurse you back to health after.”

“Sounds like a fair deal. I’m in.” His arms found her waist, suddenly desperate to feel her heartbeat with his.

She melted into him.

“It’s going to be okay, it’s all going to work out the way we want it to.” Her voice laced with such optimism. She was at peace, how could she not be? Her cheek pressed against his firm chest and breathing in his sweet scent.

Michael had heard those words before, more than he’d care to admit, but this was the first time he actually believed them.

“Your mom, she really likes me.”

“She’s subtle, huh?”

“Not at all. I like it though. At least we have one of your parents on our side.”

“Yes, you’ve completely won her over. She’s probably already got a Christmas stocking with your name on it.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Hm?”

“Holidays, celebrating them with you. I never got the chance to do that growing up, now it feels, I don’t know, against the rules.”

“Well, we can create our own traditions, I don’t want to impose on your beliefs.”

“No, I want to.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. You know, some people are worth bending the rules for.” She tilted her head back, the emotion in his words tugged at her heart— it tugged at everything. She drew him in, his lips on hers before he could think of all the reasons why he shouldn’t. It became a blur, the fact that they were on palace grounds, her family could catch them any second and no prior knowledge of emergency exits. If it wasn’t a blur, he’d be stressed over how unprepared he was. But, he couldn’t bother himself to think rationally not when her lips were so sweet and touch so tender. Her hand moving from his chest to the nape of his neck… his mind a jumbled mess.

“You’re stunning, but— someone could—” she smiles, kissing him again, so hard he could feel the sweet rhythm of her heart against his lips, “Um… but…”

“Stop talking.” She mumbles, pressing herself further into him.

“I forgot what I was saying.”

“Good.”

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About twenty minutes later, they’d found a place to settle, a near by sofa, Michael with his back to the cushions and Y/N in his lap. There was more than enough space for her to sit beside them, yet neither of them pointed that out.

“I was thinking, maybe, if you’re not too busy, you know, if you’re interested, I could fly you out…” His fingers absentmindedly tapping along her thigh, “We’ve got shows everywhere, so we can plan it, if there’s anywhere you haven’t been before… we can see it together.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” Her hand falling over his, “When will you be in California?”

“It won’t be for a few months, those are the final shows.”

“Hm.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll fly anywhere, anytime to see you.”

“You could travel with me. I’m sure I could fit you in my bag.”

“How glamorous.” She laughed at the idea, but she genuinely wasn’t opposed to it.

“Would that— Is that something you’d be interested in?”

“Yes, but I have some demands.”

“Oh no, lay it on me, tinker babe.”

“Well…” She paused a moment to take a breath, that nickname had such an affect on her, “I’d like to be there for your final shows. And, if the offer still stands, I’d really love to see your haven.”

“Neverland?” She nodded enthusiastically, “That would— goodness, that would be amazing. I’d love to show you around. I think your pretty smile will finally get the flowers to bloom.”

“You—” The door clicking opening interrupted their banter, both turning to see her mother with a knowing look on her face.

“I’m glad you two were able to get comfortable. I hope we didn’t keep you too long.” A light wave, quiet request for the couple to join as she returned to the room.

Y/N wove her fingers with his, a comforting smile as she stood and he followed suit timidly. She led the way with a palpable tenacity— a side of her he was growing rather fond of and hoped she’d never lose.

Maybe, it could rub off on him a bit.

Or she would pass it on…

For a split second, glimpses of beautiful little versions of her dominated his mind.

Then, a louder thought that outshined everything else.

He was in deep, deeper than he ever anticipated.

And, he wasn’t complaining.

Okay, okay…. Let’s not panic.

Too late, I am panicking!

First of all, how dare you.

Second, I absolutely love you for this. 🤎

Third, how am I supposed to go about the rest of my day?

THIS IS GOING TO BE REPLAYING IN MY MIND NONSTOP.

Y’all, THIS MAN is my weakness. I just wanna cover his hands with kisses…… using tongue 😩

THIS MAN

let bitches who aren’t me bounce on it…

That’s my seat, sir!!!!!

What does it take to ride this ride?

Must I buy a ticket?

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.