YOUNG!MICHAEL JACKSON X OLDER SISTER!READER
when the third oldest sister doesn’t play about her baby bro. 
Tw: mentions of Diana Ross
What’s worse than a daughter who’s called a shame to the family? A daughter who doesn’t give two shits.
You, y/n Jackson, are the third-oldest sister to Janet, Randy, Marlon, and Michael. But the youngest among the others.
You were quite the handful, especially to Joe, who tried to be aggressive and scare you.
And what did you do? You talked back.
He tried to scare you; he tried to intimidate.
When he tried to put his hands on you, you hit him, which shocked him and most of your siblings. But one brother looked at you with such amusement.
And how did it come to you to hit him?
It came from when he was forcing you to dance and sing, you were forced to wake up at 5 am, along with your brothers, who were about to go to another bar for their performance.
Your curly Afro was messy, and your eyes were heavy with sleep. You complained, and when you complain, you don’t stop til you get what you want.
Joe had had enough and sat up quickly, which startled Michael.
He raised his hand ready to hit you, and you moved back and then raised your hand and smacked him across his face.
Joe gave up on trying to make you work like the others. Meanwhile, Michael was the star of the family, working 9 to 5 at the age of a kindergartener.
You would’ve been in your room listening to some soul music before Michael bussed in your room with a bright smile.
“Y/n!” He exclaimed with that smile that made you relax further into your bed.
“Yes, Mike?” You called out softly, and he jumped onto your bed and brought out his favorite book.
“Can you read this to me?” Michael’s eyes were a little weary, scared of your reaction. He knew you usually say no to some of the things that are asked, except for your mother or your other favorite brother.
But you could only chuckle and boop Michael on his nose.
“Sure, Mike. Cmere.” You grabbed the book he wanted you to read for him. Michael’s weary look melted away, but pure fear before excitement as he scooted over to you.
And that made the bond between you two closer.
If you were in a room, he’d be there. If you were to leave cause you didn't find anything interesting, he’d walk after you after a few minutes.
Jackie called you “big sis general” one time. Funny, but it was true to how you strictly ran things.
When Michael was getting older, you started to realize how crazy people were for him.
Especially one old hag that seemed to hate your every living building, since Michael looked at you with pure admiration as his big sister.
You did have a small singing career, one that you did by yourself and had your own management with people you trust.
So imagine how you felt when Diana Ross ignored you and walked past you during an interview called “the two biggest women of music”. You held back every curse word right there. But she sure didn’t ignore Michael, who looked nervous but flustered by Diana. Michael was young, and she’s old, trying to flirt with your baby brother?
“Oh, so that’s how the bitch wanna play?” You thought before a smile crossed your face.
It’s after the interview that you cornered her in her dressing room. You were leaning up against her door as she was doing her makeup. She didn’t notice you at first before you started talking.
You smiled at Diana with a nice smile, “Hello, Diana.” You said in that tone as she stiffened before looking at you with a forced smile on her face.
“Hello… y/n.” She said, looking at you with hatred in her eyes. And your voice was the same; the only difference was that you held it more composed.
“You see, Diana. I’ve been noticing how you’re acting weird around Michael. And if I catch you bein’ weird to my baby brother.” You stepped close to her. “I may have to beat your ass.” You stepped back, turning your back as your slicked back curls bounced with each strut as you exited.
That’s all you said before leaving with Michael, following you from afar, clearly oblivious to what his older sister did.
No one tries anything with your little brother.
