mimosa

just me.. okay!

Yearning for a man who's of higher rank is not for the weak of heart...

A/N: This will be the first MJ post on my blog, HOLY, and it might be one of my favourite fics I've written so far (other than the ending because I really suck at them) Please be nice everybody!

Pairing: Captain EO x CrewMate!Reader

Warnings: loosely follows the og plot, fem!reader, probably mischaracterisation of captain eo (too little to go off of, sorry!), inaccurate sci-fi, yearning (duh), eo saved reader from her home planet, i took the liberty of naming some things, draws some references from star wars (as it is referenced in skeleton crew)

WC: 1.6k

Floating through the endless abyss of space is an experience you'd recommend to anyone who'd ask.

Stars scattering across the shadowy sky, the thrill of adventure causing a prickling sensation to bloom from the tips of your fingers to behind your eyes, awaiting the next mission with the determination and perseverance of an underdog with far too much confidence.

Nothing beats the feeling.

The ability to create a difference - to make discoveries, to explore where others could only imagine, to save lives.

To be a hero.

...but there is a slight problem.

Perhaps it was the close proximity between yourself and the captain, or maybe a longing for a connection with another human being - it doesn't really matter.

A feeling with a dangerous similarity to desire has planted itself in the deepest depths of your heart, and has continued to grow at an alarming rate.

Now, falling for your captain? That - you wouldn't recommend.

I Just Wanna Taste You

summary 𑣲 to the first half of sinners that brought us here. Michael wants to eat tf out of you.

𝒻. reader x michael. 𝓳┊thejacksons!era ˚. ᵎᵎ strangers to lovers ⋆.˚ smut ༉‧₊˚. Michael being an eater ⋆˙⟡ reader receiving ⋆.˚ cunnilingus ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 4,245k wc

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: Dynamic inspired by Sammie x Pearline // 400 follower special!!. 𑣲⋆˙— masterlist

It was 1978 and the Jacksons decided to take a break from touring and head over to Mississippi for a vacation. From the beginning it was Jackie’s idea, suggesting the state to the others — saying it would be a great place to get away from it all. 

Arriving and already settled into the place they’re staying, the Jackson’s head over to town — with Jackie leading them. “Jackie just where are we going exactly?” Tito yelled as they walked as a group. 

“I want you guys to meet a friend of mine, he’ll be our guide to this place” Jackie turned explaining. As they walked and walked, the group noticed a small crowd, huddling and amused by a gentleman who stood on top of a barrel — seemed to be announcing something. 

Jackie’s face lid up, immediately started walking faster towards the crowd — with the other brother following from behind. “Keith! There you are” Jackie yelled, interrupting the man in mid sentence. “Jackie, you’re finally here, you’re all here!” Keith exclaimed. 

“So you’re gonna be our tour guide or what?” Jackie smiled hands on his hips, “That’s what I wrote to you in the letter” Keith responded happily. “Oh, by the way, my friends are hosting this party away from town — nothing fancy, just here for a good time —listening to some good music and some dancing — just announced it to the people here before you interrupted me, you boys down to come with?” 

Marlon and Randy instantly looked at each other with excitement “of course we would" Jackie answered “whoa whoa Jackie, isn’t this supposed to be a tour free vacation?” Tito commented “don’t worry about it, it’s nothing like a tour — we’ll keep it lowkey is all” Jackie made sure.

As the four brothers were busy having their own separate emotions about the party, Michael looked around the crowd that started to scatter slowly. Suddenly, he noticed you were staring at him and his brothers — looking awfully curious. Your beauty was what pulled him in first, your smile — your glowing skin hitting the bright sun. 

Michael smiled to you back, turning to his brothers briefly before walking over to you “so you're interested in going?” Michael asked, "I've never been so close standing next to a jackson member before, especially my favorite one ” you said with amusement not answering the question.

Michael chuckled looking down, forgot how incredibly famous and recognizable he is — couldn’t help but feel a bit flushed. “I was planning on singing there” you added, Michael perked up “oh really?” He smiled showing off his teeth.

“Yeah, but now hearing you guys might come — guess the spotlights already long gone” you joked, Michael laughed, rubbing the back of his neck “c’mon don’t say that — i’m sure you’ll get all the attention, i’ll make sure of it” he ended with a genuine tone.

You raised an eyebrow by Michael’s unintentional sweet talk “we just met” you smirked “plus i have a boyfriend.” Michael’s smile dropped hearing those words “awh– i’m awfully sorry i-i didn’t mean” you giggled by his stammering words “I’m just kidding, anyhow i gotta get going — maybe i’ll see you later at the party” you tilt your head then walking away with a wave. Michael waves back, already infatuated by you, he’s going to that party. 

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“Ooh — damn you feel that fresh breeze?” Jackie yelled. The Jacksons were now in the rode, with Jackie behind the wheel of a convertible. As the sun started to set, they were heading to the place where the party’s at. 

While Jackie and Tito were up front — trying desperately not to get lost on the road, Michael, Marlon and Randy sit at back. Michael gazes over the wide field seeing the sun dipping — already daydreaming about the girl he just met down the street in town. He was really hoping you’d show up. 

“Man, can’t believe we’re staying here for a whole week” Marlon groaned, his head up high staring at the sky with his eyes shut. “What’s so bad about Mississippi?” Randy questioned.

“It’s not about that, I just already miss her is all — things are getting serious too, finally went down on her” Marlon grins. Randy’s eyes widened while Michael subtly turned his head.

“shit — really? you gotta tell me how” Randy smiled. “Cut it out you two — Marlon keep your mouth shut Randy’s only sixteen” Jackie demanded.

“c’mon i’m turning seventeen soon” randy complains “yeah it might be good for him — worse case scenario he’ll turn out like you” Marlon laughed. “What does that have to do with anything??” Jackie’s brows furrowed. Marlon shrugged “you barely talk about it — which means your girl rarely wants you to do it” he joked.

Jackie scoffed while the rest snickered. “Alright I'll tell you — I'll be straight with it too, but I'll keep it discreet for the sake of the lady upfront” Marlon turns to Randy. As much as Michael dislikes talking about topics like these out in the open, he couldn’t help but keep quiet and eavesdrop on what possible advice Marlon was about to give — just for educational purposes.

“Alright listen, so every woman — once you get down between her legs, got a button on it, towards the top” Randy listened and so did Michael. “And if you want to keep a woman, you find it —lick that, not too soft — not too hard either. Just like eating ice cream ‘bout the same pressure you put on that” he continued with a smirk.

As Randy looked astounded by this new piece of information, Michael on the other hand stared at the distance, he didn’t know why he wanted to hear it in the first place — acting like he’ll do anything like that tonight.

The sun was long gone, everything was pitch black in the middle of nowhere, the only thing a person could see out in the distance — is the lit up barn cradled with light bulbs.

Almost everyone from town brought their friends over to the place, with a bodyguard guarding the door, all kinds of food and drinks. This place might as well be a new permanent establishment for the community.

The Jacksons were all scattered around, Jackie with Keith talking to others, Marlon and Tito were at the bar sitting and talking, and Michael amusingly watched Randy try and pick up some ladies twice his age from a short distance.

So far all the girls he talked to had only said the same things — him being absolutely talented and adorable, and walking away with shared giggles. Michael chuckled seeing how confused his younger brother was being on why none of them had seriously “swooned” over him yet.

“Any progress?” Michael walked over with a smile “i don’t get it, i basically did the same exact things you guys do when talking to girls — but none of ‘em did anything close to how the girls would react to you guys” Randy rubbed his hands onto his jeans.

“Maybe they just haven’t figured it out, you're about to turn twenty one in a couple of months” Michael joked “oh shut up” Randy slapped the back of his hand to Michael's chest. 

As Michael laughed satisfyingly, he soon stopped once he saw you just by the entrance talking to the bodyguard — thanking him for letting you in. “H-hey i’ll talk to you later Randy — you keep trying kay” Michael walked off. 

“Hey you made it, remember me?” Michael trying to keep his excitement from showing, your eyes lit up seeing him again — you instantly grew a smile. “Michael Jackson?— wouldn’t that question make more sense if I said it?” you joked. 

You both laughed, with Michael feeling slightly embarrassed “sorry — I'm just happy you’re here.” You smiled widely seeing Michael all bashful “well why are we still here just standing? c’mon” You grabbed Michael’s hand — pulling him to the crowd.

Hearing the music flow, you and Michael immediately got into the groove — you finally got to see Michael, the so-called “skinniest Jackson” dance right next to you, his raw talent never misses, of course it’s fun trying to keep up with his energy. 

“So you and your brothers gonna perform later?” you yelled through the music “you still gonna sing?” Michael yelled back. You playfully shrugged, walking a few footsteps closer to him “we’ll see where the night takes us” you smiled, Michael looking awfully joyous, took your hand and twirled you around, you let out a loud laugh.

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“Alright everyone — that was amazing" the party host spoke to the mic the crowd cheered, and applauded. “you’d think things don’t get any better than this huh? Well, a friend told me — that we might have a special guest” As the crowd sounded amused, the Jackson brothers assembled near back stage 

"I gotta go okay, let’s see where the night takes us” Michael trailed off, hanging into your hand and letting go dramatically, you smiled with utter amazement — watching Michael go.

“Please welcome the Jacksons!” the host yelled, the crowd screamed clapping their hands excitedly waiting for them to set foot onto the wooden stage. “Alright boys — remember this is not a tour — these people, including us, are only lookin’ for a good time” Jackie reminded as they held their instruments and mics.

As the boys finally stepped foot onto the stage the crowd cheered even louder. You stand in the middle of it all — paying attention to the whole group, especially Michael. 

The first song they played was I Want You Back, making the whole crowd cheer and dance — begging for them to do an encore. Next up was Dancing Machine, which of course — means Michael was about to pull his infamous robot solo. 

You stand with the crowd — dancing along, seeing Michael effortlessly move — with his natural talent and angelic voice, you subtly bit your bottom lip, cracking a wide grin, swaying your body and hips up and down feeling the music. 

The way he’s so passionate at what he does, giving it his all — you were infatuated with him. Your eyes simply ignored everyone in the room but him.

After that last beat hit, with a brief silence from the crowd, everybody including you applauded. The boys bowed down,then stepped out off stage with an enthusiastic wave. Michael’s first instinct was to immediately run towards you, as you got close you embraced a hug.

“Michael that was incredible, everyone loves you” you said over to his shoulder, “trust me just you wait — the crowds gonna be loving you next” Michael looks at you with eyes full of light. You could see how absolutely worn out he looked, every part of his skin that was exposed, glistening with sweat, his chest was also heaving.

A pause seemed to linger between the two of you before a sudden burst of keys from the piano startled you both. You looked to see who was on stage and it seemed like the crowd was already moving on to a new song, the people continued to dance to the rhythm — acting like there’s no tomorrow.

“Well looks like it’s gonna be awhile for me to go on stage, let’s get out of here” you smiled, pulling Michael’s hand once again. You ran through the crowd and ended up finding a storage room in the far corner of the place — opening the door and heading inside.

You were absolutely giddy as you walked in, feeling the adrenaline in you — fixing up your hair and dress, Michael still had a pure smile on his face as he walked inside, immediately shutting the door. “Man it is hot in here” you point out, your exposed collarbone was shining with sweat.

“Michael I never seen the Jacksons perform this up close before, you were amazing” you hold both his hands, “you really think so? We didn’t see it as one of our tours so we sort of let loose with it — it’s not as perfect as it should’ve been” Michael tilted his head, with a shy smile.

“Are you kidding me? Michael — when I saw you at that stage, I could feel how passionate you were, the way you sing and dance, it was perfect to me at least” you complimented full heartedly. Michael looked down, the smile on his face grew wider and wider, he could feel his cheeks turning deep red, he was absolutely flustered by your showered compliments.

“You know I’m having a really good time here with you… I’m glad that we met” Michael looks at you, pulling your hold hands closer to his with a tighter grip. Your eyes gazed at his — appreciating how big and angel-like they were.  “I feel the same way…” you replied.

The same pause from earlier lingered, the only difference was — nothing was interrupted this time. Staring at Michael’s eyes, you slowly looked lower to his lips, you felt the muffled music in the background expressing how you feel towards Michael. Genuine interest, curiosity, pure fiery love. (mound bayou proper black folks plays in the background)

You felt the music possessed you as you leaned in with your eyes shut — pressing your lips against his softly. The minute Michael felt your lips against his, he didn’t want to waste a second on it, his hand caressed your face —  his other still holding onto your hand tightly.

Your one free hand cling onto Michael’s as it holds your face, you melt into his touch. The heated moment made Michael slam his back behind the door, your kiss became more passionate and deep, Michael’s hand slithered down to your waist, pulling you close to him — not ever letting go.

You slipped in your tongue, what was once a soft gentle kiss, soon turned into something hungry. Not long after Michael let his tongue dance with yours, the kiss became sloppier by the minute. “..is the door locked…?” You murmured into his lips, Michael used his one hand — fidgeting with the door knob and locking it “ It is now…” he replied. 

Starting to move your lips, you began kissing Michael's jaw, letting it graze into his skin. You could taste the salty sweat all over his face, but you didn’t care. Going lower you gave small pecks on his neck, Michael looked up to the ceiling feeling astounded, he exhaled a sigh, his one hand cradling the back of your head encouraging.

You moved back to face him, giggling at his satisfied face “enjoying yourself?” you grin. Michael looks down to you, realizing how obvious his face of ecstasy was, he chuckles then shuts you up with another kiss.

The kiss felt resolutely warm and touching, you walked a couple steps backwards until you felt a table hit your rear end, naturally — you sat down with Michael carefully, had his hands on your hips to position you comfortably, without breaking the kiss.

Michael had his one hand holding your jaw, without any force or pressure on it — but instead gently guided you. You two finally parted — leaving a thin string of saliva across your lips, you both panted by the driven heat. “You’re a good kisser” you complimented, “really…?” You nodded your head with a hum.

Michael stared at you, observing your eyes — they were anticipating, waiting for what’s about to happen next. Then, an early conversation briefly flashed through Michael’s mind. “I finally went down on her” those words alone from Marlon, struck an idea. Michael paused for a minute, whether or not he should do it now, or even if he’s ready at all.

You noticed Michael’s expression looked like he’d zoned out, with the pause lingering longer than expected “…Michael?” You gently called out his name. It snapped him immediately — blinking a couple times before telling himself, fuck it “I wanna try something…”

After saying those words, you looked curious. Michael then all of the sudden sank quietly to his knees — his eyes staring at the end of your dress, your eyes quickly widened — already clicking what he wanted to try. “A-are you sure” you stuttered — grabbing his hand, he lifted his head catching your eyes “…yeah, is it okay with you…?” He asked.

You swallowed your breath, feeling a lot hotter than before “mhm…” you nod, Michael smiled — wasting no time lifting your dress up. “Wait! — Michael let me wash up first, I walked here” you smiled, stopping him again.

“Please… you’re beautiful, I just wanna taste you” Michael looked up at you, saying those words with such sincerity and need. Your lips parted looking at him with absolute awe, you then scooted a bit closer to the edge of the table — making it easier for him.

Michael continued lifting your dress, his hands dipped inside — feeling up your smooth legs, he then felt your panties, slowly pulling them down to your feet. After putting them next to you on the table — Michael buried his head under your dress, you were extremely nervous but also excited.

“So every woman — once you get down between her legs, got a button on it, towards the top” Marlon’s introduction ran through Michael’s mind as he moved, wanting to make this experience perfect for you. “And if you want to keep a woman, you find it —lick that” finding your clit, Michael stuck out his tongue — licking a strip “not too soft — not too hard either.” 

As you felt Michael’s tongue, you let out a moan “oh… shit…” you lay down your upper body, till you felt your head resting on top of some folded piles of sack cloth. “Just like eating ice cream” Michael followed those words to the bone, once he heard your first moan — he kept going. Lapping his tongue onto your clit with a faster pace.

Your breaths became more hitched, feeling the astonishing pleasure Michael was giving you. Your one hand found itself clinging onto the shelf right beside, you felt your noises becoming louder and louder, matching the level as the crowd just right outside.

Meanwhile, Marlon had himself holding onto two glasses of drinks, walking around in search of Michael. “Michael! Man where are you” he yelled but was unfortunately drowned out by the crowd's noise. 

He then reached the corner of the place, finding the storage door — thinking he should check inside. Holding onto both of the glasses by their handle with his one hand, to try and open the knob with the other, it was suspiciously locked.

Marlon’s brows furrowed confused. He reached over his ear, pressing it against the wooden door to see if he’ll hear anything. “…Michael—“ Other than hearing the heavy breathing from woman, his eyes widened hearing Michael’s name being moaned out with such a pleasurable tone.

Marlon grinned, letting out a chuckle “Guess Michael found the button” he joked to himself, “Marlon, Tito’s calling you!” Randy walked up “hey Randy, check out our brother Michael” Marlon smirked as he walked away. Randy looked back to his older brother, confused on what he meant by that. He crept his ear to the door, carefully listening.

“..You taste so’good baby…” Michael whined. Randy was full on shocked hearing those words come out of his brother's mouth, he smiled widely — easily impressed then walking away but still had his eyes on the door.

Back to you, you felt incredibly overwhelmed — you felt your body becoming more and more heated by the second. Your legs instinctively started to close in, trapping Michael between your thighs, Michael’s big hands then wrapped its way to both your legs — parting them wide. From it being dangled onto his shoulders, to now hanging on the edge of the table spread out.

“…Michael — please, ah” you moaned out words not forming full sentences — just letting anything slip out of your lips. “Keep your legs open fer’me baby…” Michael murmured, his voice vibrating on your pussy with his hands gripping onto your thighs — stopping you from closing them. 

“t’s too much Michael… I’m gonna — I’m so…” you blabbered. Hearing your trembled voice was a new accomplishment for Michael, it felt like his own personal audience — cheering him on his performance. He flicked his tongue over and over, that’s what really sets you off, your mouth gap open — having delayed sounds coming out of them.

“Almost there… almost” you yelled eyebrows scrunched, reaching to your orgasm, you occasionally buck your hips up — needing more. Michael buried his head even deeper, wanting you to scream out his name. 

Then finally, as the crowd yelled — amazed by the performance, you hit your climax “Michae–!” you screamed his name, releasing your arousal onto his mouth. Your face was twisted, hair disheveled, cheeks flushed.

Michael lifted his head, your legs dropping down — dangling over on the floor. You collected your breath as Michael cleaned his lips. “…Did I do good..?” Michael asked nervously. 

You lifted yourself with your elbows, then sat straight up. You dragged your fingers to Michael’s chin — your thumb circling on his bottom lip. “too good…” you smirked.

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After fixing yourself up, you and Michael carefully exited the storage room, looking around. It looked like the performance was nearly ending. “C’mon this is your chance to perform” Michael said, dragging your hand across the place, managing to reach near the stage.

“You ready?” Michael checks up, You adjusted your dress one last time before nodding, Michael then signaled the host — telling him you were next. 

As Michael joins back with his brothers in front of the crowd, you head over to the stage and immediately start vocalizing, followed by your foot stomping to the rhythm of the song Pale, Pale Moon. 

The audience quickly caught by your immaculate voice, with the Jacksons cheering you on as well. Your loud vocals and soulful movements put Michael in a trance, completely captivated. With the crowd hyping you up, stomping their feet to the rhythm, and the piano playing along. It was all magical.

You were so possessed by your own performance, completely sank down to the floor crawling — having the crowd chanting ‘pale, pale moon.’ Standing back up you continued to jump, swooning the audience over once more.

“She looks worn out!” Marlon yelled to Michael over his ear. “She’s performing, why wouldn’t she be?” Michael pointed at you while looking at Marlon. “I meant before she went on stage,” Marlon added, putting on a knowing smirk.

Michael’s face shifted realizing what he meant, “quiet down will ya’” Michael firmly said. Marlon burst out laughing, slapping his hand on Michael’s back “was it because what i taught Randy earlier? Mikey I thought you were a first class gentleman” he joked. “I am, now shut it i’m trying to watch” Michael quickly responded. 

After the performance is over, you rejoin with Michael embracing a tight hug, after that you continue dancing with him to the next toon, enjoying every single second for tonight. 

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Half an hour later, the party started to die down, with a few people saying their goodbyes, leaving the music into something more slow and relaxed — only left for people to keep drinking and doing slow dances.

“Hey Mikey, mind driving Randy back to our place — he’s tuckered out, me and the other boys are gonna stay for a little while, Keith offered us a drive home” Jackie pointed to their car with Randy fast asleep in the back.

“Yeah sure…” Michael replied, Jackie walking away — Michael turned his attention towards you “Wanna head home? I could drive you” Michael smiled.

“Oh you don’t have to do that, I walked here” you politely declined, “You seriously think I'm letting you walk all the way home late at night? don’t worry about it” Michael held your hand, caressing his thumb over your knuckles.

“…well, If you say so” you replied hesitantly. You and Michael hopped into the car, with Michael opening the door for you, then he took off his jacket — draping it over Randy who’s sleeping in the back. 

“You’re awfully sweet you know that” you smiled watching Michael enter the car, “he’s my little brother, don’t want him to get sick in our vacation — especially on the first day” Michael shrugged, glancing at Randy.

You looked away for a brief moment then back at him “Speaking of which, how long are you planning on staying here..?” you tilt your head. “For about a week,” Michael replied, starting the car. 

“Well I guess we should make the most out of it” you smirked. Michael turned his attention towards you before hitting the gas “yes we will, and after that I want your number — so i can keep calling you and one day visit back” Michael stared deeply into your eyes.

Your eyes glimmered, couldn’t resist leaning in for a long silent  kiss “I would love that…” you whispered after parting away. Michael smiled as he looked into the dark distance, pressing the gas and happily driving away.

parings: ex!michael x reader

synopsis: you’re michael’s ex. duh. but michael misses you and hopes you miss him too. you come out with a song called ‘my all’ (yes the one by mariah carey) and that tells him everything he needs to know.

warnings: idek, fluff to angst to fluff

a/n: still want my corbin hcs

thriller! era michael x reader

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michael and you sat on the floor of his room in hayvenhurst, michael’s eyes fused onto the paper, the pencil in his hand moved, looking up at you every so often.

you sat across from michael cross legged, “are you almost done?” you muttered impatiently.

“just a minute..” michael whispered, his brows furrowing for a moment as he studied the paper, he looked beautiful. his curls hanging loosely over his forehead, biting at his lower lip in concentration.

you snapped out of it when michael spoke, “alright, i’m done.” with a boyish smile on his face. he noticed you staring.

you immediately crawled over to his side to look, your eyes landing on the sketchbook in his hands.

it was beautiful. he had captured every small detail. every feature, beauty mark, dimple, everything.

michael’s smile began to falter a bit, he looked a bit embarrassed from your lack of words. “do you like it?” he murmured.

“do i like it?” you spoke, “i love it! oh my god michael..this is beautiful, you’re so talented.” michael’s shy smile returned to his face, he looked down, moving to grab your hand, toying with your fingers.

“it’s okay.. i could’ve done bett—“ before he could finish, you pushed the sketchbook to the side, straddling michael while peppering kisses all over his face, you could hear his small giggles and murmurs of your name,

you cupped his cheeks in both hands, finally moving to give him a tender kiss. michael’s hands shifted from the floor to your back, sliding down to your waist. when you finally pulled away for air, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ears, eyes soft, and locked on your lips as he whispered, “thank you for being my muse.”

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okay guys i tried to execute my idea as good as possible…but i really like the concept of this, you would be michael’s muse for every drawing 😢😢💕

Embarrassing

Michael x daughter! reader

All Jackson brothers mentioned.

Summary: You, your siblings and your cousins got in trouble and in detention because all of you skipped third period class and the Jackson brothers had a way to embarrass y'all.

The school office at Buckley was quiet, save for the low hum of the copy machine. The Jackson cousins sat in a line of plastic chairs, trying to look anywhere but at each other.

Prince and Paris sat shoulders squared, while Bigi kept his hood pulled low. Beside them, Taj, Taryll, and TJ looked mortified to be grouped in with the younger kids. Jermajesty and Jaafar were whispering in the corner, Genevieve was tapping her foot impatiently, and Randy was trying to suppress a grin. You sat right in the middle, staring at your sneakers and bracing for impact.

"We are so dead," Jermajesty muttered. "My dad is going to ground me until college." "Worry about your dad?" Taj hissed back under his breath. "Uncle Michael is flying back from Vegas today. If he finds out we all ditched third period to go to the diner, he’s going to give us the Lecture."

The heavy wooden door of the principal’s office swung open. The secretary, Ms. Gable, looked over her glasses with a look of pure exhaustion. "Well, kids your parents are here all of them." A collective groan echoed through the hallway.

The front entrance of the school open. Jackie and Marlon came in first, shaking their heads. Tito and Randy followed, looking stern, with Jermaine adjusting his jacket. Bringing up the rear was Michael, wearing his signature black fedora, sunglasses, and a red military jacket. "Michael, please, let me handle the talking," Jackie muttered, adjusting his collar. "They skipped class, Jackie! All of them!" Jermaine sighed, running a hand over his hair. "Jermajesty, Jaafar, Genevieve, in a pack!"

Michael didn't say anything at first. He walked right up to the row of chairs, lowered his sunglasses, and looked down at his four children with disappointment. "Hi, Daddy," Paris said with a innocent smile.

"Don't 'Hi Daddy' me love," Michael said, his voice soft but firm. He looked over at you, his eyes softening a fraction but maintaining his strict dad expression. "And you, my sweet girl, I get a phone call at the studio saying you're cutting class? What on earth were you thinking, sweetheart?"

"It was a group decision, Dad," Prince spoke up protectively. "We just wanted to grab lunch together."

"You have a cafeteria, Big Boy," Michael countered, placing his hands on his hips. He looked down at Bigi. "Blanket, put that hood down, please. Let me see your face." Bigi sighed and pulled the hood back.

Tito stepped up, glaring at his trio. "You three are supposed to be the oldest. You’re supposed to be setting an example for the little ones! Instead, you're leading the rebellion?"

"We didn't lead it, Dad!" Taryll protested. "Ran had the keys!" "Hey! Don't snitch!" yelled, earning a sharp look from his own father. "Quiet, Randy Boy," Randy said warning his son. "You're grounded until further notice."

Jermaine shook his head at his kids. "Jermajesty, Jaafar, and Genevieve I am deeply disappointed no phones, no music, no nothing."

The principal stepped out of his office, looking incredibly starstruck but trying to maintain his authority. "Messrs Jacksons, thank you for coming so quickly. Normally, this warrants a full Saturday detention for the whole group. However, since the annual Buckley School Talent Show is literally starting in fifteen minutes in the auditorium, and attendance is mandatory for the student body, I am willing to let them serve their detention helping clean up after the event they must go to the auditorium now."

Michael's eyes lit up. The disappointed dad expression vanished, replaced by a mischievous smirk. He looked over at Jackie, then at Marlon, and a slow grin spread across his face.

"Oh, they'll go to the auditorium," Michael said, his voice suddenly full of amusement. "In fact, Mr. Principal is it too late to add a last minute act to the bill? A little educational performance for the kids?"

Jackie smirked. Marlon let out a loud chuckle. "Oh, Mike you're terrible."

"What are you doing?" you whispered, a cold dread pooling in your stomach. "Daddy, what are you doing?"

"Just going to make sure you kids learn your lesson, my lovely," Michael winked, completely turning around his mood. "Go ahead to the auditorium take your seats right in the front row."

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Ten minutes later, the entire student body was packed into the auditorium. You and your cousins were in the center of the front row. Every eye in the school was on the Jackson clan.

"This is a setup," Paris whispered, gripping your hand. "I know that look he had that look when he balloon bombed the living room last Christmas." "If he does the moonwalk on stage, I am changing my last name," Bigi mumbled, sinking into his seat.

The curtains parted, and the principal stepped up to the microphone. "Students and teachers, to open this year's talent show, we have a very special, unannounced guest act. Please give a warm Buckley welcome to The Jackson 5!" The auditorium erupted into deafening screams. Students stood up on their chairs.

The stage lights flashed bright blue and gold. There, standing in perfect formation, were your dad and your uncles. Tito had a guitar strapped to his chest. Jermaine held a bass. Jackie, Marlon, and Michael stood at the front mics.

Marlon hit a spin, completely in sync with Jackie. Michael grabbed the microphone stand, tilted his fedora, and pointed directly at the front row, specifically at you, Prince, Paris, and Bigi.

"Uh-huh, let me tell ya now!" Michael sang, his voice flawless, filling the entire room. He busted into the classic J5 choreography, his feet moving like lightning. The crowd went absolutely wild. Teenagers were dancing in the aisles, in the front row, the Jackson cousins were embarrassment asnd aumusment.

Jermaine leaned into his microphone, singing the harmonies while locking eyes with Jermajesty Genevie Jaafar, winking smoothly. Tito winked at Taj, Taryll, and TJ, who were burying their faces in their hands, though Taj was starting to laugh.

Michael danced his way to the very edge of the stage, right above where you were sitting. He dropped into a low crouch, looking right at you and Paris, singing directly to you both with a dramatic, teasing pout, "Oh baby, give me one more chance! (To show you that I love you!) Won't you please let me, back in your heart!"

He reached down and gently booped you on the nose right on the beat of the drum, causing the students behind you to squeal in jealousy. You couldn't help it the sheer absurdity of your international superstar dad performing a reunion show just to embarrass you for skipping math class broke your resolve, you burst out laughing.

As the song reached its grand, spinning finale, the brothers nailed the iconic final pose. The applause was thunderous, shaking the walls of the auditorium.

Michael took the microphone off the stand, breathless and smiling his brilliant, blinding smile. He waved to the crowd. "Thank you! Thank you, Buckley! Remember to stay in school and study hard." He paused, leaning over the edge of the stage, looking dead at the front row. "Never ever skip third period. Love you, lovelys!" He blew a kiss directly to you and your siblings before the curtains swept shut.

"Well," Prince said, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye as the house lights came up. "That was definitely better than a lecture." "Yeah," you laughed, shaking your head as your cousins started to stand up. "But we are still totally scrubbing those cafeteria floors later."

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"Alright, kids, up you get," Marlon’s voice boomed from the side aisle. The brothers had already jogged off the stage and were walking down the steps into the audience, completely ignoring the sea of students trying to get their attention.

Marlon had his sleeves rolled up, a mischievous smirk on his face. Jackie walked up behind Prince and Paris, tossing a brand new pack of yellow rubber gloves into Prince's lap. "Let's go, Big Boy. Time to pay the rent for that diner lunch."

Michael stepped up last, handing his fedora and sunglasses to a security guard before walking over to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug and kissing the top of your head."Did we embarrass you too much, my sweet angel?" he cooed, his voice soft and teasing."Daddy, you reunited the Jackson 5 in a high school auditorium because we wanted burgers," you sighed, though you hugged his waist tightly.

"Yes, you embarrassed us completely." "Good," Michael chuckled, his eyes crinkling. "That means it worked. Now come on, let’s go see what kind of mess you all have to clean up."The principal led the massive group down to the school's lower level, opening the doors to the main cafeteria.

It was a disaster of stacked chairs, stray napkins, and sticky floors from the morning rush."Alright, we have a system," Jermaine announced, clapping his hands together and looking at Jermajesty, Jaafar, and Genevieve. "No cell phones allowed during detention. Hand them over." A chorus of whines echoed through the cafeteria as a basket was passed around.

Randy reluctantly dropped his phone in, muttering, "This is cruel and unusual punishment, Dad." "What's cruel is making me drive all the way from the studio because you decided geometry wasn't important, Ran Boy," Randy shot back, leaning against a table with his arms crossed. "Less talking, more wiping."

The uncles pulled up a row of plastic chairs near the exit doors, setting up camp like camp counselors supervising a campground. Tito pulled a small acoustic guitar out of nowhere likely borrowed from the music room and started softly strumming old blues chords."Hey, keep the rhythm going, Tito," Marlon laughed, grabbing a broom and tossing it to Taryll. "Gives them a beat to sweep to! Chop chop, boys!"

You were assigned to table wiping duty alongside Paris and Bigi. Michael pulled up a chair right at the end of your row of tables, watching you work with a giant, entertained grin. Every time you wiped a spot on the table, he would lean over and inspect it."You missed a spot right there love," he teased, pointing a sequined gloved finger at a perfectly clean patch of wood."Daddy, stop, I did not!" you laughed, trying to swipe the rag near his hand to scare him off. He laughed resting his chin in his hands.

You looked over to see Bigi lazily pushing a mop back and forth in a three-inch circle, his eyes half closed. "Blanket, you've been mopping the same tile for five minutes," you called out.

Bigi didn't even look up. "If I move too fast, Uncle Marlon will give me a heavier broom. I am pacing myself." "Smart kid," TJ muttered from across the room, where he and Taryll were lifting heavy trash bags into a rolling bin.As the hour ticked by, the initial dread of detention melted into a chaotic, loud family gathering.

parings: ex!michael x reader

synopsis: you’re michael’s ex. duh. but michael misses you and hopes you miss him too. you come out with a song called ‘my all’ (yes the one by mariah carey) and that tells him everything he needs to know.

warnings: idek, fluff to angst to fluff

a/n: still want my corbin hcs

“The mbappe special”

Kylian mbappe x fem!reader

warnings : none

A/N : first time kinda nervous

I CANT TAKE IT SOMEBODY SEDATE ME—

You both can’t work a phone in your old age (Elder!Michael x Elder!Reader) His reading glasses are so cute!

"Well what's this?" He mumbled as his head dipped.

"Says accessibility." You mumbled getting closer as he hummed.

Your grandchildren watched with disgust, confusion and humor. They couldn't believe you guys couldn't do this simple thing. They've heard so many stories about their legend of a grandfather and he can't even work his phone that well. Don't get Michael wrong he can do the basics but trying to find a specific setting was hard. Even you couldn't find it.