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The Worst Surprise Ever

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Dating Jaafar Jackson came with a lot of wonderful things. The late-night phone calls and the random gifts. The way he somehow always knew when you were having a bad day. Unfortunately, it also came with something neither of you particularly enjoyed Attention a lot of attention.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jermajesty looked over at you as the two of you made your way toward the event. You smiled. “It’s a surprise.” “It’s also Jaafar.” “And?” “And people notice things.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m literally just going to support my boyfriend.” Jermajesty sighed dramatically.

The plan was simple show up and surprise Jaafar. Steal a few minutes together before he got busy. It was easy atleast that was the plan.

At first, everything seemed fine then someone recognized you and suddenly one became three and three became six and six became a crowd.

“Wait, isn’t that Jaafar’s girlfriend?” You immediately knew where this was going and you were right. Questions started flying from every direction. “How long have you been together?” “Does Jaafar know you’re here?” “Can we get a picture?” “Are you surprising him?” You tried answering politely. You really did. But it quickly became exhausting. Every time you answered one question, three more appeared. Every time you stepped away, someone stepped closer.

“Come on everyone.” Jermajesty’s voice cut through the crowd. “Give her some room.” A few people listened but most didn’t.

You weren’t scared just tired there was a difference.

“Okay.” Jermajesty stepped forward. “That’s enough.” His voice had become noticeably firmer. “She’s trying to get somewhere.” Eventually, he managed to guide you away from the crowd. The second you reached a quieter hallway, you let out a breath.

“You okay?” You nodded. “Yeah.” “You sure?” “Yeah.” You laughed. “It was just a lot.” Jermajesty’s expression softened. Then immediately hardened again. “I’m telling Jaafar.” Your eyes widened as your head quickly wiped around. “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Absolutely yes.” You groaned. “He’s working.” “He’ll survive.” “Jermajesty.” “He should know.”

After several minutes of arguing, he finally sighed.“Fine.” You smiled. “Thank you.”

Meanwhile across the building Jaafar was scrolling through his phone backstage. Which was a terrible mistake. Because the internet had already done what the internet does best. Az video appeared on his feed. The caption immediately caught his attention.

“Jaafar Jackson’s girlfriend gets surrounded by fans before event.”

His smile vanished as he pressed play and immediately regretted it. The video showed the crowd gathering around you. The endless questions, the lack of personal space, the way you were clearly trying to stay polite despite looking uncomfortable.

Then Jermajesty appeared. Blocking people from getting too close guiding you away. By the end of the video, Jaafar was already standing. “Where are you going?” someone asked. Jaafar didn’t even look up. “To find my girlfriend.”

A few minutes later, you finally made it backstage.

You were excited and nervous but still looking forward to surprising him. Until you spotted him. Jaafar was already standing there waiting with his arms crossed not angry but concerned, very concerned.

The second his eyes found you, he started walking straight towards you Your smile immediately appeared.

“Surpri—” Before you could finish, Jaafar pulled you into a hug. The words died instantly as his arms wrapped around you tightly. One hand settling against the back of your head.

“Well…” You laughed softly. “I guess the surprise is ruined.” Jaafar sighed against your hair. “You were supposed to surprise me.” “I was.” “I saw the video.”

And there it was. You immediately looked toward Jermajesty. Who was standing several feet away. “Don’t look at me.” He held up both hands. “I actually didn’t tell him.”

Jaafar finally pulled back just enough to look at you “You okay?” The question came instantly like he’d been waiting to ask it.

You smiled reassuringly. “I’m fine.” “You sure?” “Jaafar.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” You squeezed his hand. “It was annoying.” His jaw tightened. “Annoying?” “Okay.” You laughed. “Very annoying.”

That answer seemed to satisfy him a little, not much but a little. “You should have called me” “There it is.”“There what is?” “The boyfriend lecture.” “I’m not lecturing you.” “You kind of are.” Jaafar looked offended.

“I am concerned.” “Mm-hmm.” “I am.” You smiled because honestly It was kind of adorable.

Finally, his expression softened both of his hands finding yours. “You really are okay?” This time his voice was quieter more vulnerable. You nodded. “I promise.”The tension in his shoulders immediately eased.“Good.”

Then, without hesitation, he kissed your forehead holding your hand the entire time. As if he needed physical proof that you were actually standing there. That your okay and safe and mostly that your with him.

From across the room, Jermajesty watched everything. Then shook his head. “Told you he’d worry.”You laughed and Jaafar rolled his eyes.

Daddy’s Little Girl

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If someone had told Jaafar Jackson that one tiny little girl would completely take over his life, he would’ve laughed. Then his daughter was born and suddenly he understood.

“Daddy!” Jaafar barely had enough time to put his keys down before a tiny blur launched itself at him. A pair of little arms wrapped around his legs. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” His entire face immediately softened. “Well, hello to you too.” His daughter giggled as he scooped her into his arms.

The second she was safely against his chest, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Like she hadn’t seen him in years and not six hours.

From the couch, you watched with amusement. “There he goes.” Jaafar glanced over. “What?” You pointed at him. “That.” “What?” “The voice.” “What voice?” “The baby voice.” Immediately, your daughter gasped than started to laugh.

“Daddy has a baby voice?” Jaafar looked horrified. “You betrayed me.” You land Your daughter laughed. The truth was Jaafar was completely helpless when it came to her completely utterly hopelessly.

“Daddy, can I have ice cream?” “What did Mommy say?” “Mommy said no.” “Then no.” Your daughter pouted with her big eyes and tiny frown. A dramatic sigh came from Jaafar as opened up the freezer. “Maybe a little.” “Jaafar Jackson!.” “What?” “Traitor.” “She looked sad.”Your daughter smiled proudly.

It got worse when she got older because she figured out exactly how much power she had. Then came school. And unfortunately for Jaafar, that meant other children specifically boys.

“Mommy, Daddy.” You and Jaafar looked up to see your daughter coming home. “Yeah?” Jaafar answered setting his phone down. A now ten-year-old version of his daughter sat beside him. “There’s a boy in my class.” You immediately covered your face because you knew exactly where this was going. And Jaafar froze just completely froze.

“A what?” “A boy.” “What kind of boy?” “A normal boy?” Jaafar looked personally offended. “There are no normal boys.”

The conversation somehow got worse for Jaafar “He said my hair was pretty.” Than it was Silence. “He what?” Your daughter smiled. “He said my hair was pretty.” Jaafar looked ready to track down a ten-year-old. “That’s suspicious.” “It’s a compliment.” You said laughing a bit. “It’s still suspicious.”

That night you found him researching schools. “What are you doing?” “Looking at all-girls academies.” You stared at him. “She’s ten.” “Exactly.” “You’re ridiculous.” “Thank you.”

The funniest part was that your daughter knew. She knew exactly how much her father adored her. Later that night, after she was asleep, you found Jaafar standing in her doorway. Just watching with a small smile on his face.

You went up beside him gently touched his arm. “She’s sleeping.” “I know.” “Then why are you staring at her?” Jaafar laughed softly. Then looked back at his daughter. The little girl who somehow looked so small and so grown up at the same time.

Thank you very much.

How Many More Hints Do You Need?

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If someone asked Jaafar Jackson what’s his biggest problem was he’d answer immediately with you. Not because you were annoying or caused drama you did nothing wrong. The problem was that he was hopelessly in love with you. And you were completely convinced he could never feel the same way.

You had liked Jaafar for years probably longer than you cared to admit. The problem wasn’t your feelings it was him. Jaafar was talented, funny, kind. The kind of person who could walk into a room and have everyone smiling within minutes. Meanwhile, you were just… well you. So whenever your heart tried to convince you there might be something more between you two, you immediately shut it down. There was no point getting your hopes up.

Unfortunately for Jaafar, that meant every attempt at flirting went completely unnoticed or completely reinterpreted.

“Here.” He handed you your favorite coffee. “You remembered my order?” Jaafar looked confused for a second. “Of course I remembered.” Your heart fluttered. For a brief second, a tiny voice whispered maybe, maybe he likes you. You immediately shoved the thought away. Jaafar was thoughtful with everyone that was just who he was. “You are seriously the sweetest person.” The look on his face almost seemed frustrated.

You and Jaafar were at your place sitting down watching whatever is on TV when Jaafar said, “You look beautiful today.” Your breath caught. The compliment hit harder than it should have with heat rushing to your cheeks. For one ridiculous moment, you imagined he meant it the way you wanted him to.

Then reality returned. Jaafar was naturally charming. He probably didn’t even realize how those words sounded. “You always know how to make people feel good.” His smile immediately disappeared. Because somehow you still weren’t getting it.

His family were just losing their minds. “She’s impossible.” Jaafar’s brother, Jermajesty, watched from across the room as you laughed at something on the TV.

“I know.” “You’ve been flirting with her for months.” “I know.” “You bought her flowers.” “I know.” “You remember every important date in her life.” “I know.” “You literally drove across town because she said she wasn’t feeling well.” “I know.”

Jermajesty just sighed. “At this point, she either doesn’t know or she’s rejecting you.” Jaafar looked at you and you were still smiling. The same smile that made his heart stop every single time. “I just hope she doesn’t know.”

The truth was, you noticed more than people realized.

You noticed how Jaafar always sat next to you, you noticed how he called you first whenever something good happened, you noticed how he remembered tiny details that even your friends even forgot, heck you even noticed every single one of his compliments.

You just never allowed yourself to believe they meant anything. Because if you let yourself believe and you were wrong? That would hurt a lot more.

One afternoon, your friend tried to sit you down. “You seriously don’t think Jaafar likes you?” You frowned.“What?” “Jaafar.” “What about him?” “He likes you.”You nearly laughed. “No he doesn’t.” Your friend stared at you. “He absolutely does.” “He’s just a nice guy.” “He bought you flowers because you had a bad day.” “It was sweet.” “He drove forty minutes to help you put together furniture.” “He’s helpful.” “He remembers your coffee order.” “So do you.” “He looks at you like you’re the answer to every question he’s ever had.”

You opened your mouth then closed it. Because that one was harder to explain.

“No.” Your friend groaned dramatically. “You are impossible.” A few days later, Jaafar finally reached his limit.

The two of you were walking through a shopping center when he took one of your shopping bags. As you both were walked out heading to your car. “You don’t have to do that.” “I know.” “You always help me.” “I know.” “You always answer when I call.” “I know.” “You buy me food.” “I know.” “You remember everything about me.” “I know.” You smiled.

“You’re a really good friend.” Jaafar stopped walking completely. You turned around feeling and hearing that he stopped. “What wrong?” He stared at you. Then he laughed covering his face. “What?” you asked.

“Y/n.” “Yeah?” “I need you to think really hard about everything you just said.” “Why?” “Because those aren’t friend things.” “Sure they are.” “No, they’re not. “Jaafar—” “No.”

Jaafar pointed at himself saying, “I am in love with you.” Silence. The world seemed to stop as your heart dropped straight into your stomach.

“What?” “I am in love with you.” You stared at him shaking your head. “No.” His face immediately fell.“No?” “No.” Your voice cracked.

“You can’t be.” Confusion replaced his frustration.“What?” Tears suddenly filled your eyes. “You don’t have to say that.” “Say what?” “Things like that.” The smile he’d been wearing vanished completely.

“Y/n…” “You don’t have to make me feel better.” His chest tightened because suddenly he understood.

All those months, the missed hints, the moments. You hadn’t been oblivious. You genuinely couldn’t imagine that he would choose you.

“Make you feel better?” he repeated softly. You looked away. “Jaafar, come on.” “No.” He stepped closer. “I’m serious.” Your eyes met his.

“You are?” “I’ve been serious for years.” A tear slid down your cheek. “Years?” “Yes Years” Jaafar laughed softly. The kind of laugh that came from disbelief.

“Do you know how many hints I’ve dropped?” Despite everything a small laugh escaped you. “What hints?” His jaw dropped. “I bought you flowers.” “I thought you were being polite.” “I called our coffee outings dates.” “I thought you were joking.” “I told you you were beautiful.” “I thought you were being nice.”

Jaafar stared at you completely stunned. Then he started laughing soon you were laughing too. Because somehow neither of you could believe this had taken so long. Finally, Jaafar reached for your hand.

“So let me get this straight.” You smiled through your tears. “Okay.” “You thought I didn’t like you.” “Yes.” “And I thought you didn’t like me.” “Yes.” “We’ve both been miserable for months.” “Pretty much.” “We are both unbelievably stupid.” You laughed. “Absolutely.”

Then Jaafar squeezed your hand his smile softer now.

Right In Front of Me

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You had known Jaafar for most of your life. Growing up, your family and the Jacksons were always close. Holidays, birthdays, family gatherings you could hardly remember a time when Jaafar wasn't around.

And somewhere along the way, your innocent childhood crush had become something much deeper you loved him.

Not that you'd ever told him or well you really couldn't. You were busy building a career for yourself, chasing opportunities, working long hours, and trying to prove yourself. There never seemed to be a right time.

Then one day, you learned Jaafar was dating someone, Maddie. You still remembered the way your heart dropped when you saw the photos online. They both looked so happy. And all you could think was that maybe if you had been brave enough, maybe if you had said something sooner, it would've been your hand he was holding.

Instead, all you could do was smile and pretend it didn't hurt. Because what good would feeling sorry for yourself do? Jaafar deserved to be happy even if it wasn't with you.

Unfortunately for Jaafar, things weren't nearly as perfect as they looked. Maddie was kind, sweet, pretty there was nothing wrong with her. But every time she laughed, he found himself comparing it to your laugh. Every time she called him, he wondered if you had texted him. Every time he imagined his future, you were somehow standing in it. And that terrified him because deep down, he knew the truth. Maddie had never been the girl he wanted. She was the girl he settled for because he was convinced he'd never have a chance with you. How could someone like you ever want someone like him?

You were smart, successful, beautiful, confident. Meanwhile, Jaafar constantly felt like he was trying to live up to expectations that seemed impossible to reach. So he convinced himself that his feelings for you weren't real. Until they became impossible to ignore.

One afternoon, Jaafar sat across from Maddie at a small café. She smiled while talking about something that had happened at work. He barely heard a word because across the street, through the café window, he spotted you laughing with a friend.

The sunlight hit your face perfectly and suddenly, everything clicked. His chest tightened not with guilt, not with confusion, but with certainty.

"Oh." Maddie paused. "What?" Jaafar blinked and Maddie sighed. "You're doing it again." His stomach dropped. "Doing what?" "Thinking about her." The words hit harder than he expected. Maddie offered him a sad smile.

"I know it's her, Jaafar." He froze. She looked down at her coffee. "I think I've known for a while." "Maddie..." "You love her." The silence was answer enough as a tear formed in her eye though she quickly wiped it away. "You should've told me." His heart sank. "I never wanted to hurt you." "I know." She laughed softly. "That's the problem."

Jaafar stared at the table feeling horrible, feeling guilty, but still feeling relieved. "I care about you," he said quietly. "I know you do." Maddie reached across the table and squeezed his hand. "But you don't love me." His eyes filled with regret. "No." She nodded. "Then go." "What?" "Go get your girl."

A week later, you found yourself at a family gathering. Everyone was inside but you decided to get some fresh air so you stepped out sitting down on the front porch. You were busy scrolling through your phone when Jaafar sat down next to you. "Hey”, you smiled putting your phone down. "Hey." But you can see he looked nervous like really nervous. Which wasn't like him at all. "You okay?" "No." "What happened?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I broke up with Maddie. Your heart immediately sank.

"Oh." The last thing you wanted was to look happy about that. "I'm sorry. Jaafar just shook his head. "Don't be." You were confused. "What do you mean?"

He took a deep breath. Then another and another until he finally spoke up,” You know, for someone who's known me practically my whole life, you're really bad at noticing things." You laughed,”What does that even mean?" "It means I've been in love with you for years." Your smile disappeared. "What?"

Jaafar looked directly into your eyes. "I've been in love with you for years." Your heart nearly stopped. Right here on this porch neither of you spoke or moved. Then Jaafar laughed nervously "Okay, wow, saying it out loud is actually terrifying." You stared at him still trying to process what he'd just said.

"You... love me?" He nodded. "Yeah." Your eyes started tearing up. "You're stupid."

His face immediately fell. "Ouch." "No." You grabbed his hand. A smile breaking through your tears. "You're an stupid because I've been in love with you too."

For a second, Jaafar genuinely looked shocked before he started laughing. The kind of laugh that came from pure relief. "Seriously?" "Seriously." "You mean all this time—" "Yep." "We've both just been suffering for no reason?" You nodded. "Pretty much." Jaafar groaned dramatically and covered his face. "We are so stupid."

The Family We Didn’t Plan

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You and Jaafar had always been inseparable. The kind of friends who spent every free moment together. Friends who knew each other’s coffee orders, favorite songs, childhood stories, and deepest fears. You were so close that strangers constantly assumed you were dating. But the truth was a little more complicated.

There had always been something between you. A lingering look. A touch that lasted a second too long. Feelings neither of you had the courage or the time to address. Then came the party a night changed everything. With your bodies pressed together feeling nothing but happiness and bliss.

The next morning, sunlight poured through the curtains as you slowly woke up, realizing exactly what had happened. Your stomach twisted with nervousness as you glanced toward the kitchen. Jaafar was already up and you could hear dishes clinking and smell breakfast cooking.

When you walked in, he looked up and smiled “Morning.” “Morning,” you replied softly.

The silence that followed felt different. It was awkward and heavy. Eventually Jaafar rubbed the back of his neck and spoke up, “About last night…” You stared down at your plate. “Yeah.” He let out a nervous laugh.

“We don’t have to make things weird.” You forced a smile, “No. We don’t.” Neither of you mentioned the disappointment hiding behind your words. So you both agreed just to stay friends and nothing would change. Even if part of you wished it would.

For the next few weeks, you both tried to move on. Then you got sick at first you blamed it on stress or maybe even a stomach bug. But when your symptoms didn’t stop and your period never came so you finally made a doctor’s appointment.

Sitting in that sterile office, your hands shook as the doctor smiled gently. “Congratulations.” Your heart nearly stopped. “You’re pregnant.”

The entire drive home felt like a blur because you already knew who the father was. How could it not be him there wasn’t anyone else it could be. So after much time calming down but still trembling fingers, you called Jaafar. He answered immediately, “Hey, How are you feeling?” The concern in his voice almost made you cry. “Can you come over? There was a pause. “Of course.”

An hour later, Jaafar showed up carrying bags of your favorite takeout. “You haven’t been eating enough,” he said as he walked inside. You barely managed a smile “Thanks.”

His brows furrowed immediately. “Okay. What’s wrong?” You motioned toward the couch. “Sit down.”That was enough to make him nervous as he slowly sat beside you. “Y/n, you’re scaring me.” You took a deep breath then another and another. Finally saying, “I’m pregnant.”

Silence just omplete silence. Jaafar blinked. “What? You swallowed. “I’m pregnant.” His eyes widened. For a moment, he genuinely looked like he forgot how to breathe. “You…” He looked down at your stomach before looking back at you. “You’re serious?” You nodded. The room felt impossibly quiet.

“What are you gonna do?” he finally asked. You looked down at your hands. “I’m keeping the baby.” Another long silence and you quickly continued. “But listen, I’m not expecting anything from you.” His head snapped up to look at you. “What?” “You didn’t sign up for this. You don’t have to stay. You don’t have to be involved if you don’t want to.”

The hurt on his face surprised you. “Why would you even say that?” “Because it’s your choice.” “Y/n”, his voice cracked. You finally looked at him. The emotion in his eyes nearly broke your heart.

“I would never walk away from my child.” Tears instantly filled your eyes. Jaafar reached over and grabbed your hand. “And I’m definitely not walking away from you.”

The months that followed weren’t easy. Morning sickness, mood swings, doctor appointments, fear, so much fear. But through it all, Jaafar was there. Every single time. He drove you to appointments. Held your hair back when you were sick.lStayed up late helping build nursery furniture. Learned baby care from videos online. And somewhere along the way, his feelings stopped being something he could ignore.

One evening, nearly seven months pregnant, you stood in the nursery organizing tiny baby clothes. Jaafar leaned against the doorway watching you. His chest tightened as his eyes followed your movements and his mind reminding him every time he was with you. All the time to now and here you also looked beautiful.

Not because of the pregnancy only because ecause you were you. You always had been and he loved that he’d just been too scared to admit it. “You okay?” you asked noticing him staring at you and he nodded only to quickly shake his head.

“Actually… no.” You frowned. “What happened?” Jaafar stepped closer. “You know what’s funny?” “What?” “I thought being your friend was enough.” Your heart skipped and his eyes softened.

“But every day I watch you get excited about our baby. “, he laughed weakly. “Every day I see you smiling at those tiny clothes.” His voice cracked. “And every day I fall more in love with you.” The room went still.

Your breath caught, “Jaafar…” “I know we agreed to stay friends.” He looked terrified. “But I don’t want that anymore.” Tears started to fill your eyes.

“I want midnight feedings”, e took your hand. “I want the diaper disasters.” Then the other. “I want family photos.” A tear slid down your cheek. “I want all of it.” His voice became barely above a whisper. “I want you.”

You started crying before he even finished speaking and immediately Jaafar panicked. “Oh God. Are those bad tears?” You laughed through your sobs “No, idiot.”His shoulders relaxed. “Good.” You grabbed his shirt. Pulled him closer. And whispered, “Took you long enough.” The grin that spread across his face was brighter than anything you’d ever seen.

Summary: Michael isn’t doing well while getting ready for his This Is It Tour. So You Were Called To Help Him But You And Michael Have Been Broken Up.

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Everyone could see that Michael wasn’t doing well. Backstage, people whispered their concerns whenever he wasn’t around. They watched him forget lyrics he had sung thousands of times and stumble over dance moves he had created himself. Everyone knew the tour should be canceled. Everyone except Michael. No matter what anyone said, he refused to stop.So they called the one person they thought he might actually listen to. You.

At first, you wanted nothing to do with it. You and Michael hadn’t ended on bad terms, but the breakup had hurt more than either of you would ever admit. You had both tried to move on, and reopening old wounds wasn’t something you were eager to do.

But after hearing how badly his health was declining, you couldn’t ignore it. So you found yourself standing outside his front door and you knocked.

A few moments later, the door opened. Michael stood there staring at you clearly caught off guard. “Oh… Y/n” a small smile appeared on his face, “I didn’t know you were coming.” “I know,” you replied awkwardly. “I should’ve called first but I wasn’t sure you’d answer.”His smile faltered slightly “Yeah… probably not.”

He stepped aside and let you in, “Do you want something to drink? Coffee? Tea?”You shook your head, “No, thank you.” The two of you stood there in uncomfortable silence.

Finally, you crossed your arms, “Michael, I think you know why I’m here.” His shoulders immediately tensed.“Y/n…” “I’m hearing you’re not sleeping.” “Y/n please—” “I’m hearing you’re taking things you shouldn’t be taking.” His jaw tightened. “Y/n, please.” “And I’m hearing you’re running yourself into the ground.” “Enough.” His voice wasn’t angry it just sounded tired. You hated how tired he sounded.

“I don’t need a lecture.” “I didn’t come here to lecture you.” “Then why did you come?” The question hung in the air.

Because I was worried, because I still cared, because I never stopped loving you, and yet you couldn’t say any of that. Instead, you sighed. “I just wanted to see if it was true, Michael looked away.

The silence stretched then, surprisingly, he was the one who broke it. “So… how are you?”, You laughed softly. “Seriously?” He shrugged. “I haven’t seen you in months.” The tension eased slightly.

“I’m doing as well as I can.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” He nodded. “Good.” “And you?” A humorless laugh escaped him. “I’m getting by.” You studied him. The dark circles under his eyes, the weight he’d lost, the exhaustion he was trying so hard to hide. He wasn’t getting by not even close.

Before you could stop yourself another question slipped out, “Michael… what really happened between us?” His expression immediately fell. “Y/n…” “No.” You shook your head. “I know the excuse you gave me.” “It wasn’t an excuse.” “You said you were protecting me.”“Because I was.” “It sure didn’t feel like it.” His eyes filled with pain. You hated how mad you sounded but you still wanted answers.

“I thought I meant enough to you for the truth.”“You do.” “Then tell me”, your voice cracked. “Did you find someone else?”, His head snapped up. “No.” “Did Lisa call?” “No.” “Were you listening to people telling you what to do?” “Y/n.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “No.” The room became painfully quiet.

When you looked at him again, he looked seconds away from crying. “I loved you too much”, you froze. Michael swallowed hard, “You had a career, a future, a life.” “And?” “And everything around me was falling apart.” His eyes watered. “I didn’t want you getting dragged down with me.”

“Michael…” “I thought if I let you go, you’d have a chance at a normal life.” A bitter laugh escaped you. “A normal life?” You shook your head, “You breaking up with me destroyed my normal life.” His face crumpled. For the first time, you saw just how much guilt he had been carrying. Slowly you walked over and wrapped your arms around him. For a second, he stood frozen then he hugged you back, tightly, like he was afraid you’d disappear. “I knew you’d hate me,” he whispered.“I don’t hate you.” “I still listen to your songs.” You felt tears sting your eyes. “I still look at your pictures.” His voice broke.

“I missed you every day”, you squeezed him tighter.“Michael…” “Please don’t hate me.” You pulled back enough to look at him. “I could never hate you.” The relief on his face was heartbreaking. “But you hurt me.”His gaze dropped. “I know.” “I couldn’t get out of bed for days.” “I’m sorry.” “I still care about you.” His eyes met yours again. “That’s why I’m here.” You gently grabbed his hand. “Because I care enough to ask you to stop this tour.”

Immediately, he shook his head, “ I can’t Y/n-“ “You are Michael Jackson you could moonwalk but not stop a tour.” He laughed despite himself. “There he is.” “You know exactly what I mean.”

The two of you spent the next few hours talking. Catching up with things you both have been doing, laughing at old memories, all in all remembering. It almost felt normal again then a sleepy voice interrupted.

“Daddy?”, you turned. The kids stood in the hallway and you can see Paris rubbing her eyes. “Daddy… why is Momma here?”, your heart melted. Even though you weren’t their biological mother, they had always treated you like you were.

You knelt down immediately, “Hi, babies.” The children ran into your arms. “Momma!” You hugged all three tightly you’d missed them.

“Are you staying for breakfast?” Prince asked. You glanced at Michael and spoke up, “Only if your dad says it’s okay.” Three pairs of eyes including yourself immediately turned toward him. “Dad!” Michael laughed. “Okay, okay. She can stay.” The kids cheered. For the first time that day and Michael genuinely smiled.

Later, after breakfast, you found yourselves alone in the kitchen. “You still let them call me Mom?” you asked quietly. Michael looked confused “Well… you basically are.” Your eyes softened “If that bothers you” “It doesn’t.”, you smiled. “They’re my babies.” A gentle silence followed.

“I missed them.” “They missed you too.” You looked down. “I was scared to visit as childish as it sounds.” Michael frowned. “Why?” “I thought you didn’t want to see me.” His answer came instantly. “Y/n”, you looked up. “I always want to see you.” The sincerity in his eyes stole your breath away. And somehow after months apart it felt like nothing had changed.

You spent the entire day there. Playing with the kids, helping with dinner, tucking them into bed. By night time the house grew quiet again and it was just you and Michael again. “I should probably go”, Michael nodded reluctantly. “Thank you for coming.” You smiled softly.

“Please take care of yourself.” “I’ll try.” “No, really” You touched his arm. “I hate watching you do this to yourself.” Michael looked away, “If you’re that worried…” He hesitated. “Come to rehearsals.” You blinked. “Huh?” “Come with me.” A small smile appeared on his face. “Make sure I’m okay.” You couldn’t help smiling back. “I think I’d like that.” And so you did.

You went to rehearsals. You reminded Michael to eat while being him food, Made him rest when you can see rehearsals getting to him. You also made him laugh every night when you dropped him off at home. Whenever he got frustrated or pushed himself too hard, you were there. And everyone backstage was grateful. Even with you helping him during rehearsals you still begged him to cancel the tour. And he still refused even on the last night.

You stood outside his front door. “You did great today.”Michael smiled. “Thank you.” “But I still think you’re pushing yourself too hard.” “I know.” “Just please take a small break not just for me”, You glanced toward where the kids slept upstairs. “But for them.” His expression softened. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”“You promise?” “I promise.” You both smiled.

Then neither of you thought heck it wasn’t even planned. You both just simply leaned forward at the same time. With a kiss that was long overdue. And it was like you both never broken it up. The was still warm, familiar, like you both were home. When you finally pulled apart, you both started laughing like nervous teenagers. Blushing and smiling unable to stop looking at each other. Then you kissed again just because you could.

“See you tomorrow, Mike.” “Get home safe, Y/N.” Years later, you still thought about that night.

Maybe you should’ve pushed harder or maybe you should’ve stayed. Or you should’ve spent every night reminding him he wasn’t alone. You like to think that things would’ve been different or not.

You Whispering Sweet Nothings In His Ear With Him Turning Into A Whimpering Mess Begging To Cum. And When He Did You Rewarded Him By Grinding Against His Face Moaning About How He’s The Only To Make You Feel This Good.

Summary: Helping Michael Through His Werewolf Transformation.

A/N: Wanted To Get This Idea Out Of My Head. Please Follow, Like, Reblog. My Request Are Open.

The full moon always made Michael clingy. Not aggressive. Not violent. Just clingy. You learned that very quickly once the two of you started dating.

“Baby…” You didn’t even look up from your book. “No.”A dramatic whine echoed through the bedroom. “But you didn’t even let me ask the question!” “You want me to come outside and sit with you while you transform.” “…Maybe.”

You slowly lowered the book, staring at your boyfriend sprawled across the bed. Michael looked unfairly pretty tonight. Black curls framed his face perfectly while his dark shirt hung slightly off one shoulder. If someone looked at him right now, they’d never guess he turned into a werewolf during full moons. Then again, if someone looked at you, they probably wouldn’t guess you were a vampire either.

Michael scooted closer until his head rested dramatically in your lap. “Please?” he asked softly. “I just like having you there.” Your expression softened immediately. That was the problem with Michael. He could go from dramatic brat to heartbreakingly sweet in seconds.

“You know I hate seeing you in pain,” you murmured, brushing curls from his face. Michael leaned into your touch instantly, eyes fluttering half closed. “I know.”

Transformation nights were rough. Even after years, the shifting still hurt him. Bones cracked. Muscles tore and rebuilt themselves. It was violent and cruel. And every month, Michael still reached for you through it.

“You don’t gotta watch the whole thing,” he whispered. “Just stay until I calm down after.” You sighed dramatically, pretending to think about it. Michael narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “You’re gonna say yes.”“Obviously.” “I knew it,” he grinned triumphantly before sitting up quickly enough to blur slightly. “C’mon, moon’s already out.”

“You are entirely too excited to become a giant dog.”Michael gasped. “A dog?” “You heard me.” “Baby, I’m a scary wolf.” “You chase laser pointers.” “That happened one time!” You stared.l crossing yours arms. Michael looked away. “…Maybe twice.” A laugh escaped you as he grabbed your hand, practically dragging you through the house toward the forest behind the property.

The night air was cool against your skin, though Michael’s warmth beside you made it bearable. He always burned hot, his hand nearly overheating yours despite the calm breeze. Once you reached the clearing, Michael’s teasing demeanor faded slightly.

The moonlight hit his face beautifully, silver glow catching against soft brown skin as nervousness flickered across his features. Even after all this time, he still worried.

“You okay?” you asked quietly. Michael nodded once before pulling you close suddenly, burying his face into your neck. “You know I love you, right?” he murmured. Your undead heart ached. “Michael.” “I’m serious.” His arms tightened around your waist. “Even when I look… y’know.” “You mean adorable?” Michael groaned loudly against your shoulder. “You keep calling me adorable when I’m literally a predator.” “You also cry during Disney movies.” “Baby!”, You laughed softly before tilting his chin upward. Your eyes met warm brown ones.

“Michael,” you said gently, “I have seen you turn into a werewolf and immediately cry because a butterfly landed on your nose.” “It startled me.” “My point exactly.” A reluctant smile tugged at his lips.

Then the transformation started. You felt it immediately in the way his body tensed beneath your hands. Michael sucked in a sharp breath before stepping back, jaw clenched tightly as the pain hit. Low growls rumbled in his chest while his fingers curled violently. You moved closer instinctively.

“Easy,” you whispered. Michael’s glowing eyes found yours immediately. That look never changed. No matter how monstrous he became, Michael always searched for you first. The transformation was brutal. Bones snapped loudly while black fur spread across his skin. His body kept changing until the werewolf stood before you, breathing heavily beneath the moonlight.

For a moment, silence filled the clearing. Then the werewolf lowered himself dramatically into your lap. You blinked, “…Michael.” A low whine left him as his arms wrapped around you. “You weigh like six hundred pounds.” Another whine.

“You are not a lap dog.” Michael responded by shoving his giant furry head against your chest affectionately. Despite yourself, you smiled. “Needy mutt,” you muttered lovingly, scratching behind his ear.

A/N: He Was Feeling Himself In His Mature Era Especially In Those Glasses. I Wanted To Wrote Something Nice and Simple. Please Follow, Like, Reblog. My Request Are Open.

Michael always tried to joke with you using the old, “Baby, have you seen my glasses?” line when they were very clearly sitting on top of his head. He did it because he thought it was funny, but mostly because he loved hearing you laugh. Seeing you smile at how much of a dork he could be always made him grin right back. “Baby, seriously, I can’t find them anywhere,” Michael sighed dramatically, patting around the couch cushions.

You barely looked up from your book. “Michael” “What?” he asked innocently. You slowly lowered the book, staring at him for a moment before pointing upward. “Your glasses are on your head.” Michael froze before reaching up and feeling the frames. “Oh.”

You burst out laughing while he tried and failed to keep a straight face. “You did that on purpose again!” you accused between laughs. “Maybe,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “But you laughed, so technically I win.” “You’re ridiculous.” “And you love me for it,” he said proudly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Summary: An AU Where You Are Spider Man Or Spider Woman And You Best Friend Michael Jackson Is Your MJ

Warning(s): Fluff

A/N: I Haven’t Seen Any Fics With This Idea Yet. Please Follow, Like, Reblog. My Request Are Open.

“Okay, let’s do this one more time. My name is Y/N L/N. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the past few years, I’ve been the one and only Spider-Woman. I’ve saved people, saved cities, and gotten knocked down more times than I can count. But after everything, I still love being Spider-Woman. No matter how many hits I take, I always get back up… because there’s only one Spider.”

That thought echoed in your head as you slipped through your apartment window and landed softly on the floor. You peeled the mask from your face with a tired sigh, tossing it onto the couch before collapsing backward onto your bed. For a moment, everything was quiet.

Then your alarm screamed. You groaned into your pillow. “Right. Civilian life.” As much as you loved swinging through New York, you were also just… Y/N. A woman with bills, responsibilities, and a best friend who needed help today.

That best friend being Michael Jackson. Michael had asked you to help photograph concepts for his upcoming album, and despite your immediate “yes,” nerves had been chewing at you all morning. You liked photography, loved it, actually but Michael was a perfectionist when it came to his art. You didn’t want to disappoint him.

You were adjusting the lens on your camera when a knock sounded at the door. Opening it, you were immediately greeted by a bright smile.

“Hi, Tiger.” You laughed softly at the nickname. “Hiya, MJ. Come in.” Michael stepped inside your apartment comfortably, like he’d done a thousand times before. Which he had.

He dropped onto your couch with a dramatic sigh. “You know, one day you’re gonna move someplace fancy, and I’m gonna miss this apartment.” You snorted. “Please. You’re the rich one here.”

“Money doesn’t make a place feel like home.” Your chest warmed at that. You quickly turned away before he could notice. “So,” Michael said, rubbing his hands together excitedly, “ready to show me the pictures?”

You handed him the camera nervously. “I’m just praying they meet your ‘great standards.’” Michael gasped dramatically. “My standards are perfectly reasonable.” “You made a lighting guy cry once.”“He was rude first.” You laughed as Michael began scrolling through the photos.

Slowly, his eyes widened. Then widened more. And more. “This one!” he suddenly exclaimed, turning the camera toward you. It was a candid shot of him laughing mid-spin, curls flying around his face under the studio lights. Completely natural. Completely him.

Relief flooded your body. “Oh, thank goodness. I thought I messed them up.” Michael looked at you like you’d said something ridiculous. “Y/N, you could never mess up.” His voice softened. “You see people differently than everyone else does.”

Your heart skipped. “You make people look…” Michael searched for the word. “Loved.” You looked away quickly, pretending to focus on your camera bag.

“Oh, don’t flatter me.” “I’m serious.” And he was. Michael had always looked at you like you hung the stars. Even as kids.

-Flashback- Years Ago:

“You’re weird.” Little Michael stood frozen as the other children laughed at him. His shoulders were tense, tiny hands balled into fists. Then little you stepped between him and the group. “No,” you said firmly. “You’re mean.” The kids scattered after sticking their tongues out. Michael stared at you in shock. “You aren’t gonna laugh at me?” he asked quietly. You blinked. “Why would I be?” “…People usually do.” You shrugged and held out your juice box. “Wanna share?” Michael smiled then. A real smile. And from that moment on, he was attached to your side.

-Flashback Over-

Back in the present, the TV droned softly in the background as the evening news came on. A familiar image flashed across the screen. Spider-Woman swinging between buildings. “Spider-Woman stops attempted robbery downtown.”

Michael leaned forward slightly. “I can’t imagine how hard she works,” he murmured. “Fighting criminals, saving people…” His expression softened. “I wonder if anyone looks after her.” You swallowed.

“I think she’s got it handled,” you said carefully. “Besides, you work hard too.” “Not like her.” You tried not to smile. What Michael didn’t know was that he’d met Spider-Woman plenty of times.

Spider-Woman had stopped stalkers before they got too close. Intercepted threats. Prevented break-ins. Stopped kidnappings before they even happened. Things Michael never even knew about.

You always told yourself it was because protecting the city meant protecting him too. But deep down? You just couldn’t stand the thought of anything happening to him. And honestly, being Spider-Woman made things easier.

Under the mask, flirting felt effortless. Confident. Natural. But as Y/N? You felt like a complete coward.

Michael glanced over at you. “You know, Spider-Woman reminds me of you sometimes.” Your eyes widened. “What?” “She’s stubborn. Smart.” He smiled teasingly. “Bossy.” “I am not bossy.” “You threatened a producer with your camera once.” “He deserved it. Michael laughed loudly at that. God, you loved that sound.

Hours passed quickly between jokes, stories, music discussions, and Michael somehow stealing half your snacks. Eventually, the sky outside darkened completely. Michael stood reluctantly. “Today was fun, Y/N, but I should get going.”

“You sure?” you asked immediately. “It’s late.” “I’ll be okay.” “MJ…” He smiled gently. “I’m not a kid.” You crossed your arms. “Debatable.” Michael laughed before grabbing his jacket. “I’ll call you when I get home.”

You sighed dramatically before pulling him into a hug. Michael melted into it instantly. He always did. And for just a second, neither of you moved away. “You smell nice,” Michael mumbled into your shoulder. You blinked. “That was smooth.” “I panicked halfway through saying it.” You burst out laughing.

Eventually, he pulled away with pink cheeks.l “Goodnight, Tiger.” “Night, MJ.”

The second he left, your smile faded into concern. Tonight had been supposed to be your day off. But Michael walking home alone? Absolutely not.

You suited up quickly and slipped out the window into the night air.

Michael walked quietly down the sidewalk, hands shoved into his pockets. Then suddenly— “Hey!” A group of men stepped from the shadows. Michael immediately backed up. “Well, well,” one sneered. “Look who we found.” Michael clenched his jaw. Normally, he could handle himself. Growing up with brothers taught him that much. But seven against one? Not ideal.

Before anyone could move—*THWIP*. A web yanked one thug straight into a wall. Another got kicked unconscious instantly. The rest barely had time to react before Spider-Woman dropped into the middle of the alley. “You boys seriously need hobbies.” Within seconds, they were unconscious.

Michael stared in awe as Spider-Woman dusted off her gloves casually. “Hello there, Mr. Jackson.” Michael smiled immediately. “Hi, Miss Spider-Woman.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry you had to save me again.” “No worries,” you replied smoothly. “Kinda my thing.” Michael laughed softly. And God, hearing him laugh while looking at you like that behind the mask made your stomach flip every single time.

After the police were called, you helped him home. “Well,” Michael said once you reached his gate, “thank you again.” “Just stay safe, Michael.”

Without thinking, you leaned down slightly toward him. Toward his cheek. But Michael gently stepped back. Your heart dropped instantly.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “But that was a one-time thing.”

-Flashback- Two Months Ago:

Spider-Woman had saved Michael after a dangerous stalker incident outside a studio. Michael had been shaking afterward. Before leaving, Spider-Woman kissed his cheek impulsively. Michael had stood there frozen red-faced while she swung away. He touched his cheek for almost an entire hour afterward. But later that night? He stared at a photo of you smiling beside him. And quietly whispered: “I wish it was her.”

-Flashback Over-

Back in the present, you forced a smile despite your heartbreak. “Oh… who do you like?” Michael’s expression changed instantly. Soft. Dreamy.

“Her name’s Y/N.” Your breath caught. “She’s talented,” he said quietly. “And funny. She makes me feel normal.” He laughed softly to himself. “She’s the only person who’s ever treated me like I’m just Michael.” Every word hit straight into your chest.

“She remembers little things,” he continued. “Like what my favorite candy is. Or when I’m overwhelmed before I even say anything.” He smiled shyly. “And when she takes pictures of me… I don’t feel lonely anymore.” Your eyes burned slightly.

“You’re amazing too, Spider-Woman,” Michael said sincerely. “But Y/N already has my heart.” He looked down bashfully. “I just need to stop being a coward and tell her.” You felt like your heart might explode.

Michael smiled to himself as he turned toward the door. But before he could go inside, You dropped down from your web again.

“Tiger.” Michael paused. “…Excuse me?”, You slowly tilted your head. “Isn’t that what you call me?” Confusion spread across his face. “What?”

“You started calling me Tiger after I told you tigers were my favorite animal,” you said softly. “And because we dressed as matching tigers for Halloween when we were kids.” Michael’s eyes widened slowly. “No way…”

Your hands trembled slightly as you pulled off your mask. Michael’s jaw dropped completely. “Y/N…?” You smiled nervously upside down. “Surprise?” “Y-you’re Spider-Woman?”

“I know I should’ve told you sooner,” you admitted softly. “I just… I didn’t know how. But if you want to be with me, then you deserve to know all of me.” For a moment, Michael just stared.

Then suddenly he walked forward quickly, hands cupping your face carefully like you were something precious. “Oh, Y/N,” he whispered breathlessly. “You are so silly.” Your heart pounded. “I already love all of you.” And then he kissed you. Soft. Warm. Perfect. Like every almost-confession, every longing stare, every lingering touch had finally led here.

Summary: A Rumor Has Been Going Around About You And D***a R**s. So During An Interview With You And Michael You Were Asked About It.

Warning(s): That Woman Is A Warning By Herself, Language,

A/N: Just Wanted To Join In On Bashing Her. Please Follow, Like, Reblog. My Request Are Open.

People remembered the magazine covers, the news reports, the grainy paparazzi photos, and the headlines splashed across every tabloid for weeks afterward.

Something had happened between you and Diana Ross at a party, and by the end of the night Diana had been seen leaving in tears.

Meanwhile, photos of you leaving the same party looked completely different. You were calmly fixing your lipstick in the reflection of a car window while Michael Jackson kept a protective hand around your waist, carefully guiding you through the crowd of flashing cameras so you wouldn’t bump into anyone.

You already knew reporters were going to ask questions eventually. And honestly? You didn’t care.

So now here you were, seated beside Michael during an interview, fingers loosely intertwined with his while reporters circled like vultures. At first, you handled the questions politely, your years of PR training showing through every practiced smile.

But the second Diana’s name was mentioned, your expression changed immediately. “So, Ms. Y/N, do you mind if we ask a few questions?”“Ask away,” you answered smoothly. “Well, I’m sure you’ve seen the tabloids over the past couple of weeks. Can you tell us what happened that night between you and Diana Ross?”

Your smile dropped instantly, leaving behind nothing but irritation. Even the interviewer looked caught off guard by the sudden shift in your expression. “Are you okay, Ms. Y/N?” “Oh, I’m fine,” you replied coolly. “I’m just not a big fan of Diana Ross. You could say I’m more of a Cher girl.” A few nervous laughs echoed through the room.

“Michael, do you mind telling us—” “Hey,” you interrupted sharply, turning toward the interviewer. “You already asked me. No reason to ask Michael.” Beside you, Michael quietly rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, trying to calm you down before things escalated.

“As much as I want to say a lot of things about that woman,” you continued, your voice dangerously sweet, “I’m going to keep this brief because my mama raised a good girl.” You paused for a moment before adding: “Unlike her.” Michael nearly choked trying not to laugh.

Your mind drifted back to that night. It had been after an award show that you and Michael attended together. The evening had started perfectly music, drinks, laughter, Michael smiling brighter than he had in days.

At one point, Michael had wandered off to talk to people while you headed to the bar to grab drinks for the two of you. You were feeling good that night. Relaxed. Happy.

Until someone stepped beside you. “You’re Y/N, correct?” You turned slightly and immediately saw Diana Ross standing there. And instantly, your mood soured. “…Yeah.” Diana gave you a once-over, slow and judgmental look.

“Well,” she said lightly, “I just wanted to see what Michael dragged in this time.”

You gripped the drinks tighter. Over the years, you had heard enough stories and seen enough behavior from Diana to know exactly the kind of person she could be. Still, you tried to keep your composure. You just wanted to get back to Michael and leave.

But Diana kept going. “You know,” she continued, swirling her drink lazily, “it’s not going to last between you two.” You stayed silent. “Either he’ll get bored and leave you…” she said with a shrug, “or you’ll leave him once you realize he can’t give you what you actually need.”

Your jaw clenched. “And honestly?” Diana smirked. “Michael’s always been easy to manipulate. He gets attached to anyone who gives him attention.”

That did it.

Without a second thought, you poured your drink straight down the front of her dress. The gasp around you was immediate.

Diana jumped back in shock. “What the hell is wrong with you, you little rat?!” “Oh, now I’m the problem?” you snapped. “You walk around bullying people and expect nobody to react?” “You think you’re special because he’s entertaining you right now?” Diana spat. “Please.” “And you think tearing him down makes you important?” you shot back.

At that point voices were raised, insults were flying, and somewhere in the chaos a couple of swings were thrown before security rushed in.

But through all the yelling, you remembered one thing clearly: Michael grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the crowd not caring about anyone but you. And as you were being pulled away you yelled out, “Rot In Hell!”.

“Baby, baby, hey—look at me,” he said softly once he got you outside. “Are you okay? What happened?”

You were still breathing hard with anger. “She pissed me off so much,” you muttered. “She started talking badly about you and I couldn’t just stand there listening to it.” Michael’s expression softened immediately.

“Did she say anything bad about you?” “That’s not the point,” you said quickly. “I don’t care what she thinks about me. But when it comes to you? No. I’m not letting anybody disrespect you like that.” Michael gently cupped your face before kissing you softly, and you felt yourself calm down almost instantly. “So…” he teased quietly, “you were my knight in shining armor tonight?” You finally smiled. “I always will be.”

Back in the present, a small smirk tugged at your lips as the interviewer carefully asked another question.

“So you’re saying Diana Ross was bullying you?” “I’m saying she was being a bully,” you corrected. “And I hate bullies.” “Are you worried she might sue you?” You actually laughed at that. “Oh, I would love for her to sue me,” you said confidently. “I would love to see that woman in court.”

The interview ended shortly afterward. Later that night, you and Michael were curled up together in your shared bed, the lights dim and the chaos of the media finally far away.

Michael traced small circles against your arm before speaking quietly. “Thank you, baby.” You looked up at him. “For what?” “For standing up for me.” Your expression softened instantly. “Of course, sweetie,” you whispered. “I love you with all my heart. And I’ll be damned if someone talks badly about you or to you without consequences. I don’t care who it is. Diana Ross or anybody else.” Michael laughed softly before leaning down to kiss you again.

Summary: You, Michael, And The Children Are Getting Ready For Halloween.

Warning(s): Fluff

A/N: I Know It’s May But I Thought This Was Cute. Something Small And Simple. Please Follow, Like, Reblog. My Request Are Open.

Michael and the kids had been excited for Halloween ever since October started. Every year, you all watched Halloween specials together, and every dinner somehow turned into a family debate about costumes.

“Why not knights and princesses?” one of the kids suggested. “Didn’t we do that last year?” you laughed. “Clowns!” “We did that two Halloweens ago, remember?”

Even after the kids were tucked into bed, Michael would still lie beside you, throwing out ideas. “We could all be cowboys.” “Yeah? So me and you are actual cowboys while the kids are dressed as cows?” Michael burst out laughing. “Okay, wait—that actually sounds adorable.” “It does,” you admitted, “but I don’t know.”

You all sat on the idea for a while until one afternoon when you, Michael, and the kids were curled up on the couch watching Peter Pan again. Halfway through the movie, inspiration suddenly hit you. “Why don’t we dress up as characters from Peter Pan?”

And that was how Halloween plans were finally decided. By the time Halloween night arrived, the house was full of excitement as everyone got ready for trick-or-treating. You helped the kids into their costumes while Michael followed them around with a camera, laughing the entire time.

Prince was dressed as Smee, Paris proudly wore a Captain Hook costume, and your youngest, Blanket, waddled around in a Tick-Tock Croc costume Katherine had made.

Michael could barely stop taking pictures. Then he finally looked over at you in your Wendy costume and smiled instantly. “Baby, you look amazing.” “Really?” you asked softly. “I didn’t think I would.” You looked up to see Michael, dressed as Peter Pan, walking over to your vanity. He leaned down and kissed your cheek.

“Baby, you look amazing tonight just like you do every night.” You laughed, pulling him in for a quick kiss on the lips. “Thank you, sweetie.” Before either of you could say anything else, Prince yelled for Michael from down the hall. The two of you laughed.

“Guess it’s time to go,” you said. Michael grinned before raising his voice dramatically. “Alright! Are you kids ready to go trick-or-treating?”The kids cheered loudly, Michael included, as everyone headed out the door together.

By the end of the night, the kids were sprawled across the living room floor, dumping candy into piles and trading favorites with each other while you and Michael checked everything over.

Later, after everyone was finally tucked into bed, you narrowed your eyes at Michael suspiciously. “Michael… how much candy did you take from the kids?” “Only one Butterfinger,” he defended immediately “Michael.”

Summary: Michael Gets Jealous Seeing You Dance On Set For Your Upcoming Music Video Because Of Your Dancing Partner.

Warning(s): Fluff, Jealous Michael, A Bit Suggestive,

A/N: I’ve seen many fics where Y/N is jealous on Michael sets but I think it’s time for Michael to be jealous.

You and Michael had a lot in common. There was a reason the two of you worked so well together you both loved making music, especially creating music videos. Sure, you complained about the long hours and endless retakes, but at the end of the day, seeing your fans love what you created made it all worth it.

You had just released an album you’d worked endlessly on. Every song was filled with love, passion, and desire in all its forms. The album shot straight to number one on the charts, and now everyone was waiting for the first music video to drop.

You were already sketching out dozens of ideas, but what you really wanted was Michael Jackson beside you in the video.

When you asked him, though, he turned it down. He was busy with his own shoots, and your label wanted the spotlight focused only on you, no Michael. It hurt more than you wanted to admit, but you pushed the feeling aside.

Now today was finally the day of filming. Lucky for you today was Michael’s day off and he decided to come join you. Michael sat in your dressing room while your makeup artist finished the last touches. He watched you through the mirror with a soft smile on his face.

“So, Michael,” you teased, “ready to see what I have in store?” “You’re gonna look amazing out there, baby. I can’t wait.” You smiled before hearing the crew call everyone to set.

The moment the music started, Michael was captivated. You stood center stage beneath the bright lights, your body moving perfectly with every beat. There was always something mesmerizing about the way you danced, like the music lived inside you. Michael watched in complete awe. Until one of the male dancers stepped up beside you.

The choreography shifted instantly. His hands settled on your hips as the two of you moved together in perfect sync. The chemistry looked intense on camera, exactly what the song called for.

But Michael couldn’t stop the feeling twisting in his chest. The dancer kept smiling at you, his eyes lingering too long, and to Michael it felt like the man was practically undressing you with his gaze.

He loved the choreography you created. He loved watching you dance. But another man holding you like that? Looking at you like that?

Michael looked away for a moment, jaw tightening, until the director finally yelled, “Cut!” You and your dance partner separated, laughing lightly as you walked over to the monitor with the director to review the footage. Michael joined you a moment later, only to realize the camera made the dancing look even more intimate.

“Now, Ms. Y/N,” the director said, pointing at the screen, “I have an opinion, if you’d like to hear it.” “Hit me with it.” “I need you two closer. This is a song about desire. Right now it looks like two high schoolers trying not to get caught by their parents.” You laughed softly. “Yeah, I see it. Let’s take five and try again.”

You and Michael walked back to your dressing room together, and immediately you noticed how quiet he’d become. “Did you not like it?” you asked gently. “Baby, you dance amazing.” “But?”, Michael sighed. “Do you and him have to be so close?”“Who?” “The guy you’re dancing with.”

“Well, you heard the director,” you said softly. “The song’s about desire. Wanting someone so badly it hurts.” Michael looked down for a second before finally admitting, “I know he wants you.” You blinked. “Excuse me?” “I’m sorry,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just can’t sit there and watch him look at you like you’re prey.”

Your expression softened instantly. You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You know,” you murmured, “this was the dance I asked you to do with me.” Michael looked at you. “But I understood your schedule. I didn’t choose him, the label did. He was originally supposed to be in another video too.” “I know, baby.”

“And honestly?” you smiled sadly. “I’m pretty sure this is how I feel whenever I watch you dance with other girls. I just… hoped you’d want to dance with me.” Michael’s face fell slightly. “And I know you’re busy and I’m probably being—” Your words were cut off when his lips pressed against yours.

“Baby,” he whispered between kisses, “I love dancing with you. I’m stupid for turning it down in the first place.” He kissed you again, slower this time, trailing soft kisses down your neck. “Let me fix my schedule and dance with you,” he murmured against your skin. “And I promise you’ll always be the girl I dance with.” A smile spread across your face before you pulled him back in for another kiss.

After a lot of talking with the label and the director, the change was finally made. Michael Jackson would be your dance partner. And the second filming started again, everyone on set understood why.

The chemistry between you two was unreal. The director asked for more desire, more tension, and somehow the two of you gave him even more than that.

The way Michael’s hands slid down your body looked less like choreography and more like worship. The way your bodies stayed impossibly close left no room for doubt about the connection between you.

Everyone watched in stunned silence. No wonder people called you two the royalty of music and dance.

You and Michael seemed completely lost in each other, in the music, in the movement, in the emotion behind every touch. Watching the two of you dance felt almost hypnotic, like some seductive spell cast across the entire set.

Then the music stopped. “Cut!”. The director’s voice finally snapped everyone back to reality. The crew burst into applause as you and Michael looked at each other, breathless and smiling.

“Oh, Ms. Y/N, Mr. Jackson,” the director laughed, shaking his head, “that was incredible. Best shoot I’ve done all year. You two take a break while we look over the footage.” You and Michael thanked him before walking hand in hand back to your dressing room.

The second the door shut behind you, restraint disappeared completely. Your lips crashed together instantly, messy and desperate. Teeth clashed, tongues fighting for control as Michael’s hands gripped your hips tightly while your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your mouth.

“You know,” you whispered between kisses, “I wrote that song for you.” Michael paused just enough to look at you. “Yeah?” You nodded slowly. “That’s exactly how you make me feel.” His expression softened instantly.

“Pathetic, isn’t it?” you teased breathlessly. “No, baby,” he murmured, kissing you again. “Not pathetic at all.” You smiled against his lips before whispering, “Since we’ve got a couple minutes… maybe you and I could dance another way.”