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Grammys AU series
𓃭! Chap 1:
Don’t We Look Good Together
𓃭! Chap 2:
Before we get into something
𓃭! Chap 3:
Where The Noise Fades
𓃭! Chap 4:
Starlight
One shots
𓃭! Wild West
Headcanons
𓃭! Card tricks
.✦ ݁˖ before continuing here are some of my rules
𓃭! DNI if you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, Zionist, or fat phobic! (No hate of any kind)
𓃭! I am currently EMPLOYED , so fics may not come out everyday. I will continue to try my best at working + reading requests!!
𓃭! My request rules:
𓃭 What I will NOT write.
No drug add!cions
No non X Reader fics
No male/ nonbinary !reader
No knife, gun, scat, drug, pedo, breeding, step sibling, degrading, or pregnancy kinks
No fic request for people other than MJ (for now)
𓃭 What I will write!
Smut, fluff, and angst
Fem!reader
Most kinks (if you’re reading them I’m writing them so please just ask)
Age gap (legal age gap)
Threesome (MMF only)
Slow burn yesss
Lots of jealousy my favorite ahhh ;)
.✦ ݁˖ About Me
My very first fic was Stanley Uris from the 2017 IT movie. Wattpad was the trenches…
My favorite color is red, and my favorite animals are tigers! (Elephants and Bunnies too but right now tigers)
I am a theater nerd; as well as a film nerd. My favorite film is Bones and All. (Watch it girl)
My pets are my heart. Marcy my chubby tabby cat,(He will be hearing me type all this out while he lays next to me) Bunny my black lab blue healer mix, and my terrier mix Charlie. Marcy is a boy. Bunny is a sweet girl. Charlie is an old man dog.
My music taste consists of MJ, Tyler the Creator, Kendrick Lamar, David Bowie, and The Chats
.✦ ݁˖ My personal preference in fics
𓃭! My personal preference would be Off the Wall and Thrad era Micheal. Usually like x Famous Reader!, but I’ll be switching it up. I also love a good jealous fluff headcanon. We will be getting many headcanons. I love slow burn stories, so I would love to write an agonizing long ass slow burn for y’all (ik I’m Scottie and I run the south I say y’all). I love yearning, and I LOVEEEE writing in a different prospective. The internal monologue when he sees you. Ohhhh gurllll I’m getting hot already. Pleaseeee id love to write requested workkk. My keyboard ready doll!!!
𓃭! Last updated - May 31
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Michael was looking for the idea for his next music video. Ideas were. Going, like lights flashing on a screen. He thought about a spaceship floating through silver galaxies. He thought about an old town in the Wild West, where people smoked cigarettes and the heat was unbearable. He thought about the glamour of the 1950s with its pastel colors.. Nothing felt right yet. Nothing had the magic he wanted.
His team was searching everywhere for inspiration. They looked through books covered in dust. They looked through museum archives. They looked through magazines with yellowed pages.
That is where they found you.
You were on the cover of a magazine sitting with one boot resting on your knee and a cigarette hanging from your lips. You had a rifle in one hand. The other hand was holding onto a wooden chair. The desert was behind you with the wind in your hair and the sun on your skin.
You looked amazing.
You did not look like the women they have in Hollywood, all polished and perfect. You looked wild in a way like you belonged on old roads and in old motels and in country songs.
Michael could not stop staring at the cover.
"There " he said softly tapping the page with his fingers. "That is the one."
You did not know that his team had started buying all the magazines you were in until your manager called you one evening.
"Hey " he said.
"Yes " you replied.
There was a pause like he was waiting for the moment to say what he wanted to say.
"You are going to be in a Michael Jackson music video " he said.
The room was silent.
Your heart was beating fast. Your mouth was open. Outside the cicadas were. The headlights of cars were shining down the road. Everything felt unreal like a dream.
Somewhere in Los Angeles Michael Jackson was wondering if you looked even prettier in person than you did in the magazine.
You traveled to the shooting site in Arizona, where the desert heat was waiting for you. The air smelled like dust and gasoline and hot pavement. The mountains were away and the landscape felt like a movie.
The production set was built away from the nearest town. There were trailers and big lights and a fake Western town. The crew was running around carrying cameras and clothes and makeup. Country music was. Someone was shouting directions.
You were nervous.
Your stomach was tight. Your hands were shaking. You were going to meet Michael Jackson.
You kept smoothing your hands over your jeans trying to calm down.. Nothing could stop your heart from beating fast. You were going to meet Michael Jackson and talk to him and stand in front of him.
The thought alone felt unreal.
When the car stopped your manager got out first.
"You will do fine " he said. "Just breathe."
You got out of the car. Looked around. The sun was high. The set was busy. You saw the fake saloon and the horses and the crew running around.. Then you saw him.
Michael was standing outside a trailer talking to the director. He had a presence, like a magnet, that drew people to him. He was wearing a cowboy hat and a black shirt and his eyes were hidden in the shade.
You forgot how to walk.
Your manager said something. You did not hear him. Michael looked up. His eyes met yours.
Everything changed.
There was a pause like time had stopped.. Then Michaels face softened, like he had found something he was looking for.
You felt it too.
Your breath caught in your throat. Your heart skipped a beat. It was like your soul recognized his before your mind could catch up.
Michael excused himself. Started walking towards you.
Every step felt slow like time was moving slowly. Your pulse was. Your body was tense.
When he stopped in front of you you felt like you were going to collapse.
He was more beautiful up close with his soft eyes and his sharp cheekbones. He smelled like cologne and cigarette smoke.
For a moment you just looked at each other.
Then Michael. Your heart melted.
"There you are " he said softly.
You swallowed hard. Tried to speak.
"Hi " you said.
Michael laughed, like he was nervous too.
"I have been waiting to meet you " he said.
His voice was gentle, like velvet.
You tried to respond. Your brain was not working.
"I am really excited to be " you managed to say.
Michaels eyes stayed on yours for a moment long.
"So am I " he said.
The way he said it made your stomach flip.
The crew was still moving around you. Everything else felt far away. The noise of the set faded into the background. It was just the two of you standing there in the Arizona sun.
Neither of you could look away.
The days of shooting blurred together under the Arizona sun.
Dust was everywhere on your boots and your clothes and your skin. The set started to feel real like a town pulled from another decade.
Michael Jackson demanded perfection.
Every movement had to mean something every glance had to be intentional. He noticed details that no one else saw, like the tilt of a cowboy hat or the timing of a hand brushing against someones waist.
You learned how much he cared about his work.
The music video was, about a woman and a mysterious outlaw, who danced together under dim lights. It was a Western tale, of jealousy and tension and danger.
On camera you played your role perfectly.
Behind the scenes something was unfolding between you and Michael.
At first it was things.
The way he found you between takes, the way his attention drifted towards you during rehearsals. Conversations that started professionally but stretched longer and longer into the night.
You did not know what was happening. You could feel it.
Something was building between you and Michael something that felt dangerous and exciting and real.
Michael was not what people thought he was. When we were on set he was always joking around. Making people laugh even when things got really stressful. He loved to tease the dancers and make faces when the director was not looking. Sometimes he would just start singing in the middle of a conversation. It was like he did not even realize he was doing it.
I remember this one time we were filming late and everyone had gone back to their trailers. Michael was sitting by himself watching the sky turn dark. I went over to him. He smiled when he saw me. We sat down together on the porch steps. It was really quiet. We did not say much. It was a nice kind of quiet.
Then Michael asked me what I thought of him. I said I was getting used to him. He laughed. He said he did not want me to get too used to him and that made me feel weird. He looked at me for a time and I could feel my heart beating fast.
When we were filming Michael would always touch me like when we were dancing. He would put his hand on my waist. It felt really nice. The director would tell us to look at each other like we were in love. It started to feel like that was real.
One time we were in my RV and Michael was watching me get ready. I told him to look but he did not. He just kept looking at me. It made me feel funny. I asked him if he wanted to help me with my zipper. He came over and started touching me. It felt really good. I did not want him to stop.
He pulled down my zipper. His hands were on my back. It felt like he was touching me just because he wanted to not because we were filming. He said something about helping me take off my bra. I felt my heart beating really fast. I told him to unhook it. He did.
When my bra was off Michaels hands were on my skin. It felt amazing. He was touching me. I could feel his heart beating against my back. He said something about me doing something to him. It made me feel special.
Michael was different with me. I liked it. He was not like the person people thought he was. He was sweet and funny. He made me feel really good. I was happy when we were together. I did not want it to end.
As the days went by Michael and I got closer. We would touch each other. It felt natural. We did not need to say much because we just understood each other. I liked being around him. I felt happy when he was near me.
I think Michael felt the way. He would look at me. I could see it in his eyes. He liked being around me. He wanted to touch me. It was like we had our little world and nothing else mattered.
When we were filming Michael would find excuses to touch me. He would adjust my costume. Guide me to where I needed to be. It was like he just wanted to be near me. I felt the same way.
The dancing scenes were the worst. We would be close. Michaels hands would be on my waist. It felt like we were really dancing, like we were in love. The director would tell us to look at each other. It was like we were really feeling it.
I do not know what happened. Michael and I just clicked. We were like two people who were meant to be. We did not need to say much because we just understood each other. I was happy when I was with him. I felt special.
Michael was a person and I liked him. He was funny and sweet. He made me feel good. I was happy when we were together. I did not want it to end.
The time we spent together was special. I will always remember it. Michael was a person and I felt lucky to have met him. I hope we can be together again because I felt happy when I was with him.
Michael and I had something and I do not want to lose it. I want to be with him. I want to feel happy again. I hope we can make it work because I like being with him.
I like Michael and I want to be with him. He is a person and he makes me feel good. I am happy when we are together. I do not want it to end.
Michael is a person and I feel lucky to have met him. I hope we can be together again because I felt happy when I was with him.
The time we spent together was special. I will always remember it. Michael and I had something and I do not want to lose it.
I want to be with Michael. I want to feel happy again. I hope we can make it work because I like being with him.
Michael and I are special. I do not want to lose what we have. I want to be, with him. I want to feel happy again.
Michael pulls one hand away from you. Lifts his index finger to touch your lower lip. You open your mouth. Your tongue moves slowly over the tip of his finger. He makes a sound and watches your mouth in the mirror. Then he takes his hand back. Touches your nipple with his finger moving it slowly and tightly. This makes you gasp and lean back against him.
His other arm holds you tightly against him. He whispers softly into your ear. "Will you bend over for me mama? Let me feel you." You do what he asks and lean forward. He pushes his body against your panties. Kisses the side of your neck making a dark mark that will be hard to cover up later.
He whispers, "That's my girl " and his words make you feel hot all over. His hand moves lower touching your belly and then slipping into your panties. His fingers feel whats already happening inside you. He makes another sound before touching your most sensitive spot.
You. Grab his thighs and he moves his finger slowly around that spot. He kisses your ear. His thumb keeps moving and you can feel his body pressing into your back. "Oh " he says, his voice rough with need. "You're so ready for me baby. What do you want me to do to you first?"
The noise from the party outside is still there. You can't help how your body is reacting to Michael. You press back against him. Say, "I want it Michael. I need it. Now." He doesn't move away and you feel his fingers still touching you. He says, "Don't be so demanding. I'll decide when you get it."
Then he pushes his fingers inside you. You make a sound before he covers your mouth with his hand. He whispers, "Be quiet mama. We don't want anyone to hear us." You. He starts moving his fingers inside you. He says, "You stay quiet and I'll give you what you want. Promise."
You nod again trying not to make any sounds. His fingers keep moving. You feel your body reacting to him. The noise from the party gets louder for a moment. You focus on staying quiet. Michaels fingers feel so good. You bite your lip to keep from crying out.
He keeps kissing your neck and touching you. You feel yourself getting closer to the edge. He says, "You gonna cum for me mama? Gonna cum over my fingers?" His words make you feel like you're going to explode. Then you do. Your body. Michael holds you up.
When its over he takes his hand out of your panties. Lifts his fingers to his mouth. He tastes you. Makes a sound and then he spins you around and sets you on the edge of the vanity. He steps between your legs and leans in to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue.
He pulls back. Says, "I told you I'd give you what you wanted. Now I'm gonna take you here. You're gonna stay quiet for me yeah?" You. He helps you undo his jeans. The noise from the party fades away. Its just the two of you, in the RV finally getting what you've both wanted for so long.
Hello my longest fic I hoped my love bugs liked it ❤️ Smut for the first time little nervous pleaseeee send reqs
im sorry but WHY THERE GOTTA BE ANOTHER DOCUMENTARY ABT THE ALLEGATIONS MAN, WHY CANT THERE EVER BE A DOC ABOUT HIS ART AND HIS PROCESS AND HOW HE CAME TO BE AND ALL OF HIS HARDSHIPS AND STRUGGLES. like omg, hes a successful black man who started his music before the civil rights movement even ended, who has went through hell and back, and the only thing companies like netflix like to talk about and focus on are the allegations.
𓃭! Moonlight, trembling hands, and the kind of silence that only exists right before everything becomes real.
fluff
angst
The world blurred around you.
The cold wind brushed your skin, sending a quiet shiver down your neck, then seemed to fade into the background entirely. The rooftop tiles still held the warmth of the afternoon sun, even as the breeze moved through the trees surrounding the estate. Somewhere below, muffled laughter drifted out from the house, distant and unreal.
His hand rose to your cheek careful, almost uncertain before he leaned in and kissed you a little deeper.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t bold.
It was soft in a way that made your chest tighten.
Your heart stuttered painfully, like it didn’t know how to keep up. No one had ever looked at you the way Michael did like you were something fragile enough to protect, but precious enough to hold onto without letting go.
His palm stayed against your cheek like he was afraid you might disappear if he relaxed even slightly.
When he finally pulled back, a faint, shy smile lingered on his lips. It warmed his face in the moonlight, boyish and unguarded, like he couldn’t quite believe you were here with him either.
It was just you and him.
He stayed close, barely pulling away at all, his forehead almost level with yours. His fingers twitched against your cheek before dropping back into his lap, as if he didn’t trust himself to hold on any longer.
His breath was uneven. So was yours.
Up close, he didn’t feel like a performer or a name the world knew. He just felt like someone real someone nervous, someone trying not to mess up something he already cared too much about.
Neither of you spoke. The wind moved through the trees. Voices drifted faintly from below.
But neither of you moved away.
Not fully.
Not yet.
His gaze held yours for a second too long before slipping away.
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, almost breathless. “I just—”
He stopped, shaking his head slightly like he couldn’t finish the sentence properly.
Michael Jackson had stood in front of thousands without breaking. But here, with you, he looked like he was learning how to breathe again.
“You make me nervous,” he admitted quietly.
A short, embarrassed laugh escaped him, like he couldn’t believe he’d said it out loud. His eyes dropped to his lap, then flicked back to you like he couldn’t stay away for long.
You smiled before you could stop yourself.
“Michael Jackson gets nervous?” you teased softly.
He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m serious,” he added, though there was no real frustration in it.
“I know,” you said gently.
A pause.
Then, quieter, like it cost him something to admit it.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.”
He swallowed, eyes dropping again. “Maybe longer than tonight.”
Your chest tightened at that.
“I just kept thinking about it downstairs,” he continued. “Every time someone looked at you… I didn’t like it.”
The honesty in his voice made something shift between you.
Another gust of wind rolled over the rooftop, colder this time.
Without thinking, he slipped his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. It still held his warmth when it settled around you. You pulled it closer instinctively, the weight of it grounding you.
He watched you carefully, like he was waiting to see if he’d done the right thing.
“Better?” he asked softly.
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.
He stayed close, but this time the silence between you wasn’t tense. It was easier. Familiar in a way it hadn’t been before.
His shoulder brushed yours
You turned your head slightly toward him and found him already looking at you again, just not quite as guarded.
“You’re quiet now,” you said, almost teasing.
“I’m thinking,” he admitted.
“About what?”
His fingers shifted beside yours on the rooftop, close enough to touch, but not quite there.
“About how I don’t want this to end yet,” he said.
Your breath caught a little at the honesty of it.
You didn’t answer right away.
Instead, you leaned in until your shoulder rested more firmly against his.
“I don’t think it has to,” you whispered.
That did it.
He turned to you fully this time really looked at you. No performance. No hesitation pretending to be confidence. Just him.
Open. Soft. A little disbelieving, like he was still trying to understand how you could be here and choosing this.
Above you, the stars stayed distant and endless.
But for the first time that night, nothing felt like it was slipping away.
My grammar checker was getting abused today! 😭
I hope you liked it my lovebugs
- lili outtt
PS: I was watching a bunch of Romcoms yesterday, and they all used Michael’s songs. He is a romantic man what can you really say. That’s all byeee!!
Unfortunately I have to announce, there will be no part out tonight. This doesn’t mean i’m not working on it. I just want to handle this next chapter with care.
Also, I would love to get some requests for future stores and one shots. I am currently working on a one shot that I think Y’ALL would love. (y’all is a hint) I hope you had an amazing day my lovely!!
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The limousine pulled into the Hayvenhurst Estate. “Come on,” Michael spoke softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his round pink lips, “I will help you out of the car.” He pulled the limousine door with ease, and the cold night wind immediately rushed inside the vehicle. He stepped out to the long cement driveway before quickly turning back to you, unwilling to leave you sitting alone for a single moment. He extended his hand out toward you carefully, his fingers waiting patiently for yours to meet them. His touch was warm, almost startling against your cold skin. Warm enough to send nervous waves not leaving, but it lingered down your body, setting low in your womanhood. It sat in a way you desperately tried not to think about. Like a quiet pull, you couldn’t quite name. The wind swept through the estate grounds as Michael held your hand securely in his. His thumb brushed against your skin in circular motions. He guided you through the cold evening wind towards the enormous front entrance of the Hayvenhurst house. The grass swayed side to side in his family’s lush lawn. He took one quiet breath before pushing the heavy front door open, almost as though he was preparing himself for the storm that awaits him inside.
The home was fully furnished with antique furniture. The entire house erupted with noise the second the door opened, voices overlapped one another in loud excitement. “Michael! You did it!” His mother’s voice rang through the house. “Good job son.” A voice loud and stern. “I’m so proud of you brother!” All the voices continued as Michael greeted his family. You instinctively took a small step back to give Michael space to enjoy the celebration surrounding him. After a few moments, his mother’s attention slowly drifted towards you standing quietly behind him. Her entire expression softened with immediate delight the moment her eyes landed on you. She leaned slightly towards Michael before speaking softly under her breath, though not soft enough to escape your attention. Her mutter was almost inaudible. It would have been imperceptible to someone who did not have as keen hearing as you did. “I knew you’d bring her home Michael.” “Thank you, Mother,” Michael answered quietly, almost shy beneath all the attention filling the room. Michael leaned down to press a gentle kiss against his mother’s cheek. He turned back to you. His brothers came down the steps to greet Michael, but once they saw you, they couldn’t help but tease. His brothers knew who you were. They knew your name at least. You didn’t give it a second thought, for you were a famous celebrity. Even if you felt like nothing standing next to Michael.
“Who’s this lovely lady?” One brother rang causing the others to imitate. “We will be finding out tonight I'm sure.” Jermaine quipped. Michael protectively wrapped an arm around your waist. “She is definitely staying the night,” A chorus of teasing followed, causing Michael to have his own version of a conniption. “She’s mine tonight so you can all get on! Just..” He took a sharp breath to calm himself. “Get on somewhere.” His humorless tone shook the men. Something in the home unsaid, but was heard by you. It was heard by Michael’s undertones. Something only you could read. “Come on, Y/n.” His hand now has a tight grip on yours pulling you away from the scene. His mother stepped out of his way. She understood his frustration.
His hand led you to his personal room. The room felt quieter than the chaos downstairs, but attention within him still lingered between you. You take one look around before he shut the door behind him firmly, and with more force than necessary. The noise from downstairs still echoed faintly throughout the house, like a ghost haunting Michael. Exhaling through his nose he turned towards you, clearly still irritated, though trying to settle himself in your presence. You watched carefully, unsure if you should speak. “Y/N, I don’t want to go out there. I don’t want to eat.” His eyes flashed needy and exhausted. Your heart swelled, unable to say no to him. “Yeah, of course. We can do whatever you want.” You offered a small smile.
He plopped himself down on his bed, holding his head in his hands. He stayed silent for a moment, his breath uneven, as though he was still trying to shake off the noise of his brothers teasing him. You sit down next to him. Close enough to feel your shoulder on his. “I’m sorry Y/N. They just..” His breath was short, and his desperate tone burned in your heart. “No. Don’t explain yourself Michael, it's okay.” You put your hand on his cheek. Holding his head down to meet your eyes. “It is okay.” He smiled, releasing his tension getting lost in your eyes. You stayed extra close to him, hoping to ease what sat heavy in his chest. “Do you want to do something else? We can have some fun.” A boyish smile crept across his face.
Before you knew it, both you and Michael sat on the roof of his house counting all the stars in the sky. “You know that one is Aries,” You could point out each constellation in the sky, but he was paying attention to something else. “Oh, and that one is-“
Your voice shakes slightly. His intensity was unlike anything familiar to you, almost pressing against the air around you, making it harder to breathe than it should have been. Others in Hollywood were boring or plain. Michael held himself in a place unmatched. He crept out of the room, not making a sound. He was sly, but he was tender and sincere. Speaking to him felt like speaking to an angel. His presence could fill a room with no words necessary.
When alone, you felt your heart beating in your ears. You prayed to a higher power that you would not mess this up for yourself. You slipped out of your dress with ease. Your body’s reflection stared back at you through the mirror under the soft dressing room light. You almost took a second to stare, but you quickly covered yourself again. Now you wore a casual dinner outfit, the fabric soft against your delicate skin, replacing the weight of your Grammys dress. You did not want to look in the mirror again. It would only tease you, and would have you sitting in your own vanity picking at the skin Michael had recently admired. You turned swiftly to the door before pulling it open. You weren’t sure where Michael had gone, but you knew he would mysteriously turn up.
Your footsteps echoed through the hallways. The back corridors stretched on like a maze. An unsettling silence filled each hallway. It felt unnatural after the noise of the night. You finally made it outside the building. The front entrance was crowded with paparazzi, so naturally you decided it would be better to go out back. This was where the celebrities went to discreetly leave. Most celebrities that don’t get a Grammy use this exit, but that wasn’t a worry for you nor Michael. As you took your first breath of the cold outside air, it bit slightly at your lungs. Suddenly, you felt an arm gently wrap around your waist from behind. It was Michael standing, lean, hovering over you.
“You’re ready to go?”
His question felt rhetorical. Would you ever be ready? Trying not to give it a second thought, you nodded your head once politely as he took your hand. He walked you down to his long limousine. The tension between the two of you felt almost visible, thick, unspoken between every glance.
“How’s working with Eddie?”
He asked in a way that made you ponder his intentions behind what felt more like a statement than a question.
“He’s nice, and easy to work with.”
You couldn’t quite look him in the eyes. As you uttered your words, his expression shifted slightly. The intensity sent shivers down your spine. “What makes him so easy to be around?” Michael had changed your words, but you weren’t going to question it. He seemed almost envious of your work experience with Eddie. “He is good at holding his own. I don’t need to write his jokes.” You were now getting the confidence to turn your gaze towards Michael.
“Do you choose to work with him or is it a coincidence?” “It’s usually both.”
“That’s good to know.” He softened his gaze, hoping not to scare you.
“I just wanted to know if..” He paused; he felt a bit insecure. “Well, if you two had something there.” The corners of your lips quickly curved into a smile. You let out a quick breath, and grabbed his hand to show your honesty and your gentle care. “No, Michael, I promise you there is nothing.” He smiled at you, but quickly looked away. “I don’t want to come off as protective too soon.” You shook your head, still holding onto him. “No. Not at all. You just wanted to know before we got into something.” His eyes snapped back up at you. “Yeah, before we get into something.” A comfortable silence filled the vehicle.
“We are going to my family’s house. I’m not sure if my brothers are home tonight, but if they are, please, try to ignore them.”
Remorse filled his tone. An answer hadn’t filled your mouth before Michael spoke again. “Tell me as soon as they try something.” Furrowing your brow, you spoke again, “Try something? What do you mean?” A sharp turn from him startled you as he began, “Flirting.”
His one word was followed by silence. He pulled you onto his lap with quiet ease, his hold steady, unhesitant. It was almost like your presence gave him an unmatched comfort, and you felt the same. “You’re warm.” He smiled at your words. “You’re cute.” His love of seeing you blush came out once again. “What are we gonna eat?” You asked before burying your head into his neck.
The smell of Bal á Versailles by Jean Desprez.
“We can have any dinner you want. I do get nervous when I eat in front of a pretty girl, though.” “You’re just saying that” “No. No. It’s true.” His arms wrapped around your waist as you curled into him. “I didn’t bring any clothes to stay the night” You were already thinking ahead, and hoping he would find a solution. “You don’t have to worry about anything with me. I will figure everything out for you. Okay?”
Your nerves calmed. His gentle demeanor could calm a wild animal. “Okay” “Good. Now get ready to walk in. We are almost at the house”
You slid out of his lap onto your own seat. Your hands smoothed over your lap straightening out your outfit. You took one last look into the reflection of the window, the city lights blurred faintly behind you.
Okay love bugs that today’s chapter sorry it took me a mild minute i was getting writers block 😖
fem!reader /Off the wall era Micheal Jackson/ Micheal Jackson X reader
warnings
a lot of angst beware
fluff
𓃭! When you would come over and babysit Janet, he would sit in the kitchen sneaking glances at you. All his brothers knew he liked you. Not because Michael said so, but because it was obvious to everyone but him.
𓃭! Michael’s brothers would flirt with you to get a rise out of him. When Michael saw them doing this, he would go quiet for the rest of the day. He would wait for you to tell him you didn’t like his brother as much as you like him.
𓃭! He was super needy for your approval. He learned how to do card tricks to impress you. You were amused, but his brothers teased him for it.
𓃭! He gets super territorial over you. Marlon would bring you to his room to show you his record collection. While, Michael stood at the door making sure Marlon didn’t try anything.
𓃭! He would go on and on about animal facts to you because you were the only person, other than his mother, who would listen to him talk about his interests.
𓃭! He would sit outside the restroom door every time you would use it. He needed to make sure you didn’t go anywhere without him. Especially nowhere with his brothers.
𓃭! Once, he overheard Marlon telling Tito he was going to ask you out. Michael got so mad at him, their father had to intervene. Marlon wasn’t able to ask you out that night.
𓃭! Michael would sing you little songs he made up. Nothing he was going to publish. They were more compliments wrapped in lyrics.
𓃭! When you and Michael first met he asked you what your favorite book is. The next day he read it cover to cover just to reference it when you were near.
𓃭! Once you complimented Tito’s new sweater, and Michael couldn’t eat for the rest of the day. He gave you to silent treatment. He didn’t tell you what was wrong until you held him in an embrace, and let him sleep on your shoulder.
𓃭! He would always fall asleep on, or around, you. You were the most soothing person in the world to him.
1984 grammys au because I needed soft michael jackson energy
Fluff, slow burn, and mutual pinning <3
no smut this chapter 😖
It isn’t your first time hosting an award show, but this one is significantly different. The 26th Annual Grammy Awards were a step up from your last hosting job. You felt like you finally made it as a comedian. You weren’t tied down to your SNL past anymore. You glided forward, each step more poised than the last. Walking down a red carpet was something you had gotten accustomed to as of lately. Your good friend, Eddie Murphy, follows behind you. He was working with you to host this year’s Grammys. “Should we go for an interview down there?” His eyes wandered down a few steps, right in front of a row of flashing cameras, to a short and soft featured woman holding a microphone. “If you’d like, doing the interview would be okay with me.” Without a second thought, Eddie grabbed your hand. He walked with you carefully down each step. His hands were strategically placed for the cameras. One holding yours. The other lingered on your back for support as he helped you down the stairs.
Your gaze wandered across the rows and waves of celebrities lining the red carpet. One in particular caught your eye, Michael Jackson. You were fond of his public persona, yes, but you were never the type of person to judge before meeting someone. For the rest of the night, you sought him out. Stolen glances, friendly smiles, and lingering stares were common for the night between you two. You tried to be subtle about your desire to speak with him, but your facade of secret intimacy came crashing down as an interviewer asked a knowing question. “Who are we planning to go home with tonight? Lots of men, I’m expecting. Maybe a certain man?” You smiled innocently. An airy laugh escaped your lips as you spoke, “I am not sure about that one, but I will definitely be at an after party.” “We have been watching, and it seems you have an eye out for Michael. Is there any truth to that?” Your playful banter shifted into sudden surprise. “Well, it’s amazing how observant you are. Are you hoping we go home tonight? Together, I mean.” “Of course! I would love to see something from the two of you on stage for the public.” “I would love to work with Michael. I have heard so many great things about the dedication he has to his art.” You smiled, happy with the answer you gave. In your head you thanked the heavens for your media training. The interview moved on, and so did you. Yet, the thought of being so obvious about it pained you. Did Michael notice? Were you scaring him off before the night truly began?
As artists settled into their seats, both you and Eddie Murphy prepared for your shared opening speech. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and your heart pattered faster than it was before. Before you could realize it, Eddie grabbed your hand. “It’s going to be alright, just do it like we practiced.” He offered a comforting smile. You looked into your dressing room mirror one last time. On stage, Eddie had started his part of the speech. Your nerves calmed as you did your part. Being on stage was natural, even comforting, to you. You reached the part of the speech where both you and Eddie were doing crowd work. “Michael Jackson is here tonight. The special thing about him is he could say anything on television and the public would believe him.” The crowd chuckled while Eddie continued with his joke. “Michael went on television and said, ‘I don’t have sex because of my religious beliefs,’ and the public believed it.” Your face turned a slight shade of pink as the crowds started to laugh louder. “I know brothers were like ‘get the hell out of here.’” Eddie took his regular comedic pause, giving the crowd the time to continue their laughter. “And them white people are like ‘that Michael’s a special kind of guy.’” Eddie bantered with his special “White Man Voice” as he called it. The night went on, jokes, the beginning of all the awards, and planned intimacy between you and Eddie for the media. You were ready to announce the winner for album of the year.
“… is Michael Jackson’s Thriller.”
Your pulse quickened watching him walk up the steps to collect his award. His aura was intoxicating. As he stepped onto the stage, he gave you a quick hug. Unbeknownst to you, he overheard what you said in your interview on the red carpet. “Lovely comedy, Y/N. Lovely.” His voice was low and alluring in your ear. You handed him his first award of the night. Your fingers brushed slightly, but it was nothing compared to his soft voice in your ear as you were wrapped in his embrace. The night carried on with one award after another. Each time he came up to collect his award, he wrapped an arm around you whispering another compliment in your ear just to see you turn a deep cherry red. His gaze followed you relentlessly, almost predatory in its intensity. He stood between you and Eddie protectively. He was very assured of what he wanted, and he let no man stand in his way.
“Your dress is beautiful tonight. I adore this color on you.”
“Your hair tonight has that perfect swoop. I just love that.”
“Your eyes have something in them that draws me toward you.”
Every time it was something new that made your heart race more than the last. Before he collected his final award of the night, he leaned in for one last whisper. He held you in a, now more than casual, embrace. His hands tightened around your waist.
“I’d love to be going home with you tonight. Only if you wouldn’t mind”
Before you could respond, just like each time, he would walk right up to the podium and begin his acceptance speech. The rest of the show became an unbearable waiting game. You needed to speak to him. You needed to accept his invitation. You would die before losing this offer. As soon as the show wrapped, you walked straight back to your dressing room. Eddie followed behind you. “Hey, I think Michael was flirting with you.” You were too happy to give him your usual annoyed look for his obvious statement. “I really hope he was.” You slipped off your heels, now holding them in your arms. You walked with a purpose down the long corridor to your dressing room. You swung open the door in excitement to see Michael holding one of your necklaces. “You like pearls, hm?” This was your first chance to speak with him. “I love pearls.” You walked over, closing the door behind you, to where he had been standing. He was right in front of the mirror of your vanity. “Why did you wear this one tonight?” He asked softly, attentively waiting to hear your voice again. “Do you like that necklace more?” ”I think anything would be lovely on you.” He stood behind you taking off the necklace you had on, and he delicately draped the pearls over your collarbone. You looked at him through the mirror, his gaze still fixed on your necklace. You noticed his eyes lingering down your collarbone. Before you could look away, your eyes met his through the mirror. With care, his hands wrapped around your waist. He placed a tender kiss on your temple. Not needy or protective. His gesture was intimate. The affection behind it was irresistible.
“Don’t we look good together, just like this?”
“I think you look good.”
“Baby, I said we. As in us together, like this.”
He took a second, his eyes still tracing you. “Get ready to come back to my place. I’ll have the chef make you anything you’d like.” You smiled, unable to hide your excitement.
