"I Thought I Found The Cure": Your pent-up feelings for Michael end up betraying you, and what was supposed to be a quick breath of fresh air turns into the most explosive confession of your life.
"How to fix up a heart that I let down": Second chances are dangerous. They ask you to trust the same person who taught you what heartbreak feels like.
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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Second chances are dangerous. They ask you to trust the same person who taught you what heartbreak feels like. Also based on this ramble of mine.
ᴀ/ɴ: One ramble later and here we are yet again hehehee. Honestly my merder heart had so much fun writing this, but also my 1D heart to hehehehe, (If you couldn0t tell by the title) this is inspired by 'Where Do Broken Hearts Go', that song just holds a special place in my heart. Also should I start a taglist???
The sky had turned pitch black, stars shining as you looked at them, the cold air making your skin cold to the touch. All of it as you stood there watching Michael step out of his fancy shiny car with Bill still inside, who offered a ‘hello’ with a gesture of his right hand. To which, of course, you reciprocated eyes glued on Michael a cold stare could be seen in your eyes.
You knew why he was here, he wanted to apologize. He wanted something more out of you… to which you were sure you were gonna say no to. But a tiny part of you faltered, that tiny part of you wanted him so badly back into your arms. But really he was the first one to deny you of such privilege the moment he had decided to go to her. Diana Ross.
It even wasn’t a competition in your eyes because she was the only right decision in his heart. They had almost everything, they had history, they had chemistry, they had love. The only thing lacking there was the fact that she didn’t choose him back, only toyed with him when she was bored, alone, or jealous. So the moment you appeared in the picture the ugly green monster had taken over her and took what you believed was yours in the start to what you realize now it never really was.
As you looked at Michael leaning against his car door all you could think was ‘how much more of you was he gonna take?’
“You know why I’m here…” He said looking at you with those eyes that had you hypnotized from the moment you met him. “If you want me on my knees, I’ll get on my knees. You want me to leave, I wil,l not before asking you to hear me out. You want me to beg, I’ll beg. Anything but please…”
You couldn't even bear to look at him so you started to walk away from Michael as you looked over to the streets of L.A. Yet no words came out of you, but you knew you had something left in you that you hadn’t said to him. Thus you turned slightly, “so what was I to you?” You asked him as you were completely facing him a few meters of distance between you both. The frown on you started to form so softly barely noticeable to the naked eye but Michael saw it in your face. He knew it carried the pain he had made you endure the last few days and the sadness that came with his actions and decisions. “The girl you screwed to get over being screwed?” The question flew out of your mouth and you didn’t regret it at all, you needed to know so that you could keep some part of your sanctity intact since you couldn't get your pride back.
“You were like coming up for fresh air.” Michael looked at you as he kept on leaning on his car with Bill inside. The look in his eyes almost killed you and the distance between the two of you even more because it was his choice. “It was like I was drowning and you saved me.” The frown on your face became even more visible to the view as you tilted your head slightly. Michael could read every microexpression on you, he knew the effect his words had on you and still he didn’t regret saying them. “It ’s all I know.” You nodded to his words keeping every thought and feeling inside of you, you didn’t want him to see you even more vulnerable than how he has now.
You took a deep breath as you looked Michael in the eye, no words coming out of your mouth and at that moment Michael felt the tension that started to grow inside of you.
“That 's cruel.” You nodded while you closed your eyes for a brief moment looking at the pavement in front of you.
Everything in Michael went still because there was no argument to that, because it was the ugly truth. He was being cruel and selfish. He came back expecting that something so simple as begging would get you back. His idiocy surprised him immensely. He just hadn’t realized at the moment that you were the key to his heart, his everything. Thus the moment Diana came to him running back out of jealousy he decided to give it an opportunity. He couldn’t blame no one for his choices and decision making because the same thing that got him at the top of the music industry is what made him lose the most important thing in his life, his muse, the love of his life.
“Then why did you?” the words left your mouth barely a whisper as you took a step back slowly, as if you did it slowly you would be able to make him go away. For a second Michael froze, not because he didn’t hear you, he did just perfectly. He froze because he didn’t expect the question and because the answer wasn’t something he was ready to admit. “Because I thought she was the love of my life.” Michael whispered as he pushed himself off the car looking at the pavement.
“And when I realized I was wrong… you were already gone.” Michael looked up and he noticed how you had stopped all your movements to move away from him and everything that surrounded you in the moment. He observed how your eyes had turned slightly red, the way your head moved with the night breeze, how your arms wrapped around yourself for comfort, and the way your mouth slowly parted but no words came out of it. At that he took a step closer to you and when you didn’t move he took another step. Then another. And another, Until he was mere inches away from you.
“I was wrong.” The words came out as little more than a whisper. Blinking as you looked into Michael's brown doe eyes, tears began to gather in them. You swallowed hard trying to maintain the facade that had already been taken by the man in front of you. The moment your breath mingled with his, Michael let out his next words carefully. “I don’t want to keep on being wrong,” The words barely rose above a whisper. “Let me… please.” The plea escaped his lips as he closed his eyes, softly winking away the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.
The frown that started to form in your forehead started to mix with every little feature on your face as you tried to keep everything inside of you. “You don’t get to do that.” That statement made Michael frown. “Do what?” You scoffed bitterly as the heaviness in your chest started to grow every second now. “You don’t get to come here and… and say all of this and actually expect…” You said as you took three steps back, whipping your face aggressively with the back of your hand. “You don't get to tell me I was the love of your life after you chose her.”
Michael looked at you surprised by the sudden change in you, he wanted to shorten the distance but stayed glued to the pavement. “Yes” His answer was almost immediate, because why would he deny something that was true? There was no point, he knew he wasn’t gonna get you back by lying to you. “I did.”
“What am I supposed to do with that? Huh?” Pointing your finger at Michael as you looked at him the tears started to fall quietly, not because you were but because you were furious. The more you looked at him the angrier you got because he looked genuinely sorry, he was being honest with you. You wanted to hate him so badly that you couldn’t and you hated it.
“And the worst part of it all is that I can’t even hate you to begin with?” You placed your hand over your eyes trying to keep the little composure and pride left in you. Failing to notice how the tears started to flow silently through Micahel’s cheeks.
In the midst of it all Michael understood how you felt, it wasn’t fair to you. It wasn’t fair what he was doing, but he was a selfish man. How much more selfish can he be? He wanted you despite the fact he had ruined it for himself.
“I hate that I still love you”
“...I know, let me right my wrong… let me start over…”
The reader right before Michael chose Diana, damn…
to add onto the concept of mature! michael not knowing how to use a phone… how about a freaking iphone
like this man would just give up entirely tbh
of course mature! michael would never text, always call— and when you don’t answer he’s always leaving you some voicemail! and his lips would be pressed against that iphone cause he doesn’t know where to talk into: “Hi love, please get back to me as soon as you can. I dialed you six times now. I love you, bye.” followed by mumbling and small taps on the screen before he hangs up.
and when you text him, mature! michael would always send videos of his responding talking into the camera, glasses propped onto his nose and chin titled up like he’s still figuring the phone out.
and when does learn to type?? this man is slow as hell and uses one finger !!😭😭
“just give me the phone,” you’d tell him after watching him type one sentence with his pointer finger for the past 5 minutes.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢SUMMARY: You boyfriend Michael malfunctions the moment he discovers he is your muse, and you are too tired for his antics. Based on this request.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢Michael Jackson x Selena!Reader
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢TRANSLATION: "baboso": dummy/idiot
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢A/N: When I tell you I laughed so hard as I envisioned this, I just couldn't help myself this was too funny honestly HEHEHEHE. Like the unseriousness took me out for a second. Soooo I hope y'all like it and I also hope you don't laugh at how bad it is. And if you wanna be tagged in any of my future works please let me now!
The half-empty coffee cup sitting beside the mixing board had long gone cold, and the lyric sheets in front of you were covered in scribbles from take after take a the cold air from the recording studio nipped at your skin you placed the headphones on your head trying to keep up with the pace of the production of the song. The need for a good night’s sleep rolled off you in waves as you kept trying to keep yourself awake in the studio. You wanted to go home already and plop yourself in bed and sleep till the next week but you needed to finish this first.
Taking a deep breath in and letting out you put your thumbs up so that the producer could see it and he gave you the same signal too. The tune started and you waited for your cue to start singing.
“My captive heart” You started to sing into the mic trying not to move to the beat as much, not really wanting to ruin the recording and get called on about it like last time. What you failed to notice in the midst of it all was that Michael had been knocking on the studio door for about a minute. Once he got impatient of waiting he just decided to invite himself in, saying hi to the producer first with a soft smile before he put his eyes on you. Everything changed for him the moment he saw you recording a song, his eyes softened, his smile widened a tad bit; to him it was the most beautiful view that could ever exist, he loved seeing you in your element. If he could Michael would stay there watching you for eternity.
But the moment Michael really did pay attention to what you were singing that was what really made him freeze as he was grabbing a chair for him to be able to look at you properly. He looked at the producer and the producer looked at him back, Michael didn’t even otter a word to the man. "It’s about you." The producer said to Michael as if he could read Michael’s mind. “No it isn’t” Michael said, offended as he looked at the man as if he had said the most crazy thing ever. “Michael” “It’s not.” “What do you mean, she is literally describing you.” The producer looked at Michael as he had grown a second head, he just placed his hand on his face and dragged it down a bit too tired for Micahel’s antics. “It could be about anyone.” The producer groaned at Michael’s words. “God please come and take me from this earth.” At that Michael genuinely laughed. "You are one of the greatest entertainers on the planet and somehow the dumbest man I've met this week." The man said as he looked Michael in the eye, he just wanted to go home to his wife and kids and be done with the song. “Hey! That’s not nice!” Michael said genuinely offended. “I just want to know who the song is about.” The producer just opened his mouth and closed it, the only thing that prevented him from banging his own head against the soundboard was that he really needed to finish the song.
As you came out of the booth you were received by the sight of your boyfriend arms crossed looking at you with one eyebrow raised and your poor producer who looked like he was about to jump out of a window. “What’s going on?” You said one eyebrow raised and mouth slightly parted wanting to ask more questions but sensing the room you knew that they weren't gonna be answered at all. “Just take him.” Your producer said as he got up from his own chair. “What?” You said even more confused than before with your first question still unanswered. “Please. He’s your problem now. All yours” It was all the producer said as he started to walk out of the room not wanting to deal with Michael anymore.
You turned your gaze towards Michael as if making a silent question of “What the hell did you do?”
"Who's the song about?" Michael spat as he motioned the chair in front of him. You just looked at him even more confused as you sat down in front of your boyfriend trying to keep your composure. “What?” You asked again trying to find clarification on what is going on, your brain wasn't working today. “The song.” Michael said with a serious look on his face. “Wait, Mickey, you can’t be serious.” You said as you looked at Michael’s face, which looked like a puppy who had been wronged. “I am.”
You wanted to burst out laughing for a second but you contained yourself. “It’s about you, baboso.” You said as you burst out laughing which made Michael look even more offended. “It is?” As Michael asked the question you looked at him as if he had asked the most obvious thing ever, making you slap your hand to your face. “What do you mean with ‘it is’? Because, yes Mickey it is.” The moment those words left your mouth the expression on Michael's face morphed. Boy, he was ginning, looking like a cocky peacock that nobody could take off his throne.
"So you wrote a song about me?" Michael said as he changed sat straighter in his chair. “Don’t even start.” You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. "A whole song?" You closed your eyes for a second trying to keep your composure. "Michael." Michael just straight up ignored you as he smirked. "A whole song. And it’s all about me.” You groaned again. “Can we go home now? Please.” You wanted earth to swallow you because once he started there was no going back. “So… I’m your muse.How sweet.” You just stood up and tried to pack your things without bursting out of laughter because of Michael’s antics at this point.
"So what lyric was your favorite?" You just stuff your notebook into your bag not even looking at Michael. “Was it my voice?” You just close your bag, closing your eyes softly. “Or my charming good looks?” You side-eyed Michael a second and rubbed your eyes. “Definitely my charming good looks” Michael laughs softly at the thought. “Wow, so the whole song.” You don’t answer as you walk towards the door and Michael right behind you.
“So when can I listen to it again?” You look at him and laugh and he laughs with you. “You know, for artistic purposes.” You laugh when you hear Michael’s words.
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STOP, LIKE... Why did I just imagine this whole merder combo ("what was I to you? The girl you screwed to get over being screwed" "you were like coming up for fresh air.") for a Michael x reader fanfic?! Like WHAT? I might involve Diana Ross in this...
the way you make me feel | thrad ! m. jackson x reader
summary: you wake up one night to find your boyfriend missing from bed, only to find him working diligently to get down the right lyrics for his upcoming album.
warnings: not fully proofread, established relationship, fluff fluff fluff, and just you being affectionate with michael.
author's note: yeah, so, expect fics every few weeks :/ i can't bring myself to fully lock-in consistently unless its midnight.
“Michael, honey, please come to bed.”
Michael sat writing at his dimly lit desk, quietly humming along to a melody that he’d conjured up in his head. He’d been there for quite some time now, the sheets beside you being significantly colder without his warmth.
You sighed, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, bare feet touching the rug. It had only taken you a few steps to get to him, the satin fabric of your robe flowing elegantly behind you.
“Oh, my brilliant boyfriend,” you cooed quietly, lightly wrapping your arms around him from behind. His body tensed up for a moment before easing into your touches, one arm moving from the notebook to lightly caress your thigh with his thumb. “Does sleep not exist in your world?” You joked.
“I’m sorry for waking you, baby,” he apologized, finally peeling his eyes away from the notebook to look up at you, his doe eyes filled with both warmth and exhaustion. “I just... I can’t seem to get something right," he mutters, his brows furrowing in frustration. “Like, something is missing.”
You sighed again, gently running your fingers through his curls. Michael inhaled at this, closing his eyes to take in the scent of your lavender lotion.
“Mikey, you won’t be able to figure anything out if you’re passed out at your desk.”
“Baby, you don’t understand,” he says, removing his hand away from your thigh and back onto the notebook. “I have to get it right; otherwise God will—"
“Give it to Prince?” You laughed, cutting him off.
Rather than responding, he huffs out a laugh as well, gently pulling you onto his lap. You giggled at this, peppering kisses onto his neck. Michael’s hand made its way back to your thigh, his thumb caressing it in tiny circles.
“Is it okay if I read what you’ve had so far?” You ask, gesturing towards the open notebook on the desk. Michael nods. Which is rare for him; he’d rarely let anybody read his work until it was complete perfection.
Michael’s eyes followed as you slightly readjusted your position on his lap, picking up the notebook to properly read its pages. Your eyes trailed along the sheet, taking note of scribbled-out words and slight creases in the paper. Your eyes eventually settled on lyrics that had yet been completely discarded.
Hey, pretty baby with the high heels on
You give me fever like I've never ever known
You're just a product of loveliness
I like the groove of your walk, your talk, your dress
I feel your fever from miles around
I'll pick you up in my car and we'll paint the town
Just kiss me, baby, and tell me twice
That you're the one for me
“Michael, this is really good,” you say, turning to him in genuine confusion. You gently grabbed his jaw, turning his head to look at you. “How could you not like this?”
Michael shrugs, taking the notebook from you to go over what he had written, but not before you took it from him again, gently placing it back on the desk. You found yourself pressing kisses onto his lower jaw, eliciting a soft smile from him.
“Baby, c’mon, you’ve been working for hours,” you murmur, your fingers running through his soft curls once more. “Please, come to bed. If not, at least step away for a moment.”
Michael sighed, accepting defeat. Finally, he shut his notebook, now giving you his full undivided attention, his hands now finding themselves wrapped around your waist.
“Do you think people would like it?”
Your heart swelled at the question. Anyone with eyes and ears could tell you how truly talented Michael was. Even with years of countless accolades and recognition, Michael had never once let the fame get to his head—something you always adored about him. At the same time, you also knew where he was coming from; after all, it had been 3 years since he released Thriller, and the hype had only just now begun to cease.
“Of course they would,” you say earnestly, placing your hand on his cheek. Michael gently took your wrist, placing a quick but affectionate kiss on it; your smile couldn’t help but get wider.
Michael closed his eyes, burying his head in your chest. You found yourself running your fingers through his hair again, placing kisses on the top of his head.
“Y’know that I love you, right, girl?” He mutters against you, his voice coming out muffled. You found yourself smiling at the nickname.
“I love you too,” you say finally, getting up from his lap. You held out your hand for him to accept it, wanting him to finally get some rest. “Now, can you please get some rest?” you ask softly.
Michael couldn’t help but smile at your relentlessness. He gently accepted your hand, finally allowing you to lead him towards the sheets of your shared bed.
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Your pent-up feelings for Michael end up betraying you, and what was supposed to be a quick breath of fresh air turns into the most explosive confession of your life. Basically this ramble of mine.
ᴀ/ɴ: I was crying halfway writing this, like my slexie heart couldn't take it anymore. And I also took some of the "and I love you" 'cause what do you mean?! I just stole it from Burke. Overall I was just straight up crying at the end. All of it meanwhile I was listening to 'the cure' and 'less' by Olivia Rodrigo, it just took me out completely.
The soft amber lights of the studio and the soft paced beat playing didn’t do anything to ease the heaviness in your chest that formed half an hour ago as you tried to swallow the thick lump in your throat to no avail. As you watched Michael talk to one of the female sound engineers in the recording studio, you knew it was foolish to look at every little detail of the interaction and putting it under a magnifying glass didn't help at all. Observing every little thing as Michael’s hand brushed accidentally against hers as they pushed on buttons on the sound board, or the way Michael’s smile grew when the beat started to shape up on the way he wanted to, or how Michael looked at her. Everything. Every little thing, no matter how insignificant it was, all of it made your throat constrict.
“I’m going for fresh air” you choked out not waiting for a response, as your feet carried you out the space you were in. “Hey!” Michael called out to you softly as he lifted his head quickly to the sound of your voice, worry started to take over his features. “Give me a minute,” he said to everyone in the room as he started to follow you outside, trying to figure out what made you burst out of the room that way.
You had run off the studio keeping a fast pace till you reached the exit, pushing the door open trying to get out of there as your throat constricted keeping you from breathing. As you took mouthfuls of air you failed to notice that Michael had run off behind you trying to keep up with you. So absorbed in your world you didn’t hear him at all as he screamed your name, the only thing you could think of was getting out of that place. The moment the cold night air pierced your skin you felt like you could breathe again. You stopped, the whole world stopped as you stood there a few feet in front of the entrance taking in shaggy breaths as you squeezed your eyes shut. That’s when Michael grabbed your hand and spun you thus you could look at him directly. You saw Michael directly into his dark brown eyes, you could see the way his eyes moved frantically trying to search for a sign of hurt in yours, you felt his hand coming up to your cheek as he caressed it gently, worry etched all over him.
You tried to hold it all in, you really tried… but really what good did it do to you if kept in for longer? Because all it did was stab you directly into your heart, as you saw him interact with every girl, as you saw how he treated you daily, as he kept on calling you every day so that he could talk about the stupid gossip he collected that day, as he called you his dear friend. “I love you,” you spat out with wide eyes surprised by yourself. “Oh God.. oh my God, that just came flying out of my face.” The panic in your voice made Michael swallow thickly, there were a million thoughts racing through his mind and no coherent word in sight. You squeezed your eyes one last time as you felt Michael stop in his movements.
“I love you. I do. I just, I love you.” You kept on rambling looking at the ground not being able to fully look at him, “and I have tried so hard not to say it. I have tried so hard not to say it . I have been trying to just mash it down and ignore it and not say it…” You closed your eyes again and moved your head slightly so that it was facing his “I am so in love with you. You’re in me.”
You opened your eyes slowly, “it’s like you are a disease. It’s like I am infected by Michael Jackson.” You couldn't help the little smile that escaped you at your own words as if you were trying to ease yourself from the nerves. Michael’s hands had fallen to his sides as he kept on looking at you, opening and closing his mouth, no words coming out of him. “And I can’t think about anything or anybody and I can’t sleep,” your voice started to crack from hearing yourself and how pathetic you sounded. “I can’t breathe, I can’t eat and I love you.” The more you kept on the more the pieces of your armour started to break away, your voice continued to crack, your eyes started to fill up with unshed tears. In that moment you couldn’t look at him, you closed your eyes again and turned your head for a second as your right hand came up to your forehead.
“I just love you all the time, every minute of every day.” You looked at Michael for one last time as he stood there dumbfounded, frozen like a statue. You couldn't bear the silence. You couldn't stand there another second. It felt like you had finally lost your mind. Your armour was gone and there was nothing more to protect you from the reality you were living in. But at last you could breathe.
You looked Michael in the eyes trying not to overthink every little microexpression on his face and gave him a watery smile. You took a step closer, closed your eyes and gave him a peck on the cheek. You took a step back slowly and in that precise moment time stopped for Michael. He could see the puffiness and the redness in your eyes, the effort of a smile trying not to let out the sobs that were being trapped on your throat, the way you swallowed that invisible lump on your throat.
His thoughts were a jungle. He couldn’t grasp all of it but one thing was for certain is that he loved you. Everyone around you could see it from the way he looked at you like you had hung the stars, from how he took care of you from every tiny detail he could remember, from the way he would have waited for you in each lifetime. There was no denying that Michael loved you before he even knew he did. In a selfish kind of way Michael would’ve waited a thousand lifetimes so that you could’ve loved him back just a fraction of how much he loved you.
“No,” was the only word that left Michael’s mouth as you looked at him now with wide eyes trying to figure out what he meant. “What?” “I meant no. You don’t get to do that.” Michael said as he searched for words trying so hard not to combust from every little feeling inside of him. “You don’t get to stand here and tell me you've been miserable all this time and act like you've been the only one. You really thought that you were the only one?” His eyes started getting glassy as the words punched their way out of his mouth. “I’m here, miserable every day trying not to say the things that I shouldn’t.” He closed his eyes for a second trying to catch his breath and all you could do was look at him. “You really think that I don’t love you? Or that I don’t miss you every day? Or that… that you consume my very being?” Michael scoffed for a second and shook his head, he looked at you again, eyes glassy and a tight lipped smile appeared in his lips.
"Do you know how many times I've picked up the phone just because I wanted to hear your voice?" The look in Michael’s eyes almost killed you because you hadn’t noticed it until now. "Do you know how many songs I've written thinking about you and pretending they weren't about you?" Michael’s hands turned into fists as he placed them above his head before he finally opened them quickly and let them fall right at his side.
“Because I do. I love you. You consume me, and right now you’re the most infuriating person ever because you can’t see how much you make me feel… and I love you.” You watched as Michael’s chest went up and down and you couldn’t help the tiny laugh that left you. All Michael could do in that moment was look at you, the way your mouth turned into a smile, the puffy red eyes never leaving but to Michael it added more to your beauty. In that moment Michael laughed with you. Both of you laughed at the stupidity of it all, at how none of the two of you noticed, how it had all gone down, and how it all came down to this.
As the laughter between the both of you died down slowly, you finally looked at Michael in the eyes as he looked at yours. He placed one soft hand on your cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb. The way he looked at you it made you want to look at him for all eternity. The world was quiet, the only sound was you and Michael breathing. In that moment he kissed you so tenderly you could feel the love irradiate from him. You had finally started to notice the little things he did that communicated how much he loved you. The moment your lips parted from his he placed his forehead against yours trying to breathe you in as much as he could.
The fact that you loved him, it made Michael grateful that he didn’t have to wait a thousand years for you to love him.
Michael the entire time you were confessing your feelings, he was just trying to figure out how to tell you he has felt the same way for a long time.
I just made myself cry today writing my MJ x reader fic, like why do I do this to myself? And also my slexie heart couldn't take the monstrosity I just wrote. Like what? 😭
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Just thinking about Lexie's "It's like you are a disease, it's like I am infected by Mark Sloan." And I felt that too deeply.... Oh well I'm just gonna write about it in MJ x reader fic, who wants to read it???
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 SUMMARY: After watching Michael share a moment with Diana, you're left wondering if you've ever truly had his heart.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Michael Jackson x Selena!Reader
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢TRANSLATION: "Dirty Diana, No Te Lleves a Mi Chico": Dirty Diana, Don't take my man. "Nada": nothing
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢A/N: Well hello there.... hahahahaha, I had too much fun writting this, why did I feel betrayed? It was real to me HAHAHAHA, honestly this was a fun experience writing, I've read a lot fics in which Diana appears so i wanted to do my take on it honestly. I hope y'all liked and I also hope this doesn't make anyone cry from how bad it was. Also if you want to be tagged in any of my future works please let me know.
The bright stage lights marked a beautiful contrast with the dark cold night, the noise from the fans outside, accelerating, despite the fact that tonight wasn’t one of your concerts. You could feel the adrenaline in you starting to run through just from the anticipation from seeing your boyfriend perform out there. You loved seeing Michael perform, there were no words to describe it. As of now you were waiting for him to come out of the dresser and him getting ready to show up on stage. Well not before having your little moment with him in which you hugged and looked each other in the eyes.
The little trance you were in was abruptly interrupted by the voice of someone whom you disliked.
“Oh well hello there, I didn’t know you were coming here to see Mike.” Diana said with a polite fake smile plastered on her face as she looked you up and down with her eyes, a subtle gesture you knew too well. “Well, why wouldn't I be here? I am Mickey’s girlfriend afterall.” You said as you looked at her in the eye with a tight lip fake smile on your face as you tried to contain every ounce of you from pouncing on her. You knew who the woman was and what she meant to Michael, you also knew about some of the weird relationship “mentor-apprentice” dynamics that they had. “Yeah, that’s right… I just keep forgetting that you are.” How that line made your blood boil, you shook your head softly as you were about to open your mouth and say a comeback, Michael saw both of you from afar and decided that it was the moment to approach both of you.
“Sweetheart,”Michael said as he looked at you with a smile and kissed your cheek, and then he looked at her. “Diana,” he smiled softly and she reciprocated with the sweetest smile known to man. “Hi Mike,” you almost scoffed when you heard her sultry tone as she looked at Michael with a fire behind her eyes. You couldn’t help but look at Michael and then at Diana, the heaviness in your chest had started to grow. “Well I gotta get back to the tent, I can’t miss any little detail of your performance, dear.” Diana said keeping up the sultry tone in her voice as she placed her hand briefly in Michael’s arm, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes on her hand. She made her way out of the backstage and towards where the tent was, you couldn't help but let your eyes follow her with a small frown in your face, what you failed to notice was that Michael’s eyes had done the same thing too.
The expression on your face changed as you turned to look at Michael trying to keep the thoughts out of your mind, keeping everything at bay. Michael looked at you with sweet eyes and a smile so bright that could’ve melted any other, he wrapped his arms around tightly before he placed his forehead against yours. The silent bubble burst the moment one of the people on his team had signaled him to go over on stage to which he nodded, looked at you one last time, gave you a peck on the lips and ran off.
From backstage, you watched him perform all night, dancing and mouthing the lyrics to every song. You had always been his number one cheerleader. As the show neared its end, the band suddenly went quiet. Michael looked over at them and gave a small signal. The musicians exchanged hesitant glances before nodding. The heaviness in your chest started to grow as the anxiety vibrated through your mind and into your body. Then the first tunes to the song started, and you knew damn well that intro. Your fingers curled into your palms until crescent-shaped marks formed against your skin. Dirty Diana.
You closed your eyes trying to take deep breaths in as the song proceeded, you felt the need to calm yourself down and keep everything at bay. There was no need to show her your emotions despite the fact that she wasn’t there with you, you didn’t want her to get the satisfaction of her getting a rise out of you. You opened up your eyes and looked at Michael as he sang, so into the lyrics not even looking back at you as he usually would, you swallowed the lump that started to form on your throat. In that moment you saw it, Michael looked at her. He didn’t move his eyes from her. For Diana, of course she looked at him, with those eyes.
You couldn’t keep on watching it felt like your personal living hell, so you just left. As you made your way out of backstage slowly, you found Bill. The only thing he could do was give you an apologetic look and offer you a ride home as he knew Michael would stay and talk with Diana.
As you sat in the car, you rested your forehead against the cold window, watching the streetlights blur together as the city passed by. You couldn't stop thinking about every little moment you had shared with Michael. But more than that, your mind kept drifting back to every interaction between him and Diana, from the very first day you met her.
You remembered it vividly, that night was the very first night you had gone to club 54 with Michael, of course at the time you were still friends. You remembered the bright lights and the music, the people dancing on the dance floor to the beat of some song, but what marked the night was her, Diana. Her sultry voice when talking to Michael and the dismissive tone she had when Michael introduced you to her as his friend. “Diana, I want you to meet my friend, she is one of the greatest musicians in her genre, she is also one of the best songwriters in Spanish and English." You extended your hand for her to shake and for her only to look at it. “Nice meeting you. Oh so you're a singer too? How cute.” She said with a sly smile as walked over to Michael. She leaned in and told him something that had made him blush and giggle. The moment Diana backed up she winked at him and left, you couldn’t help but swallow the thick lump that formed on your throat as you watched her leave.
As you pulled the keys to open up your apartment’s door, it felt like your mind was on auto-pilot, omitting the little details of the night so that it could only survive a bit longer without it crumbling all into tiny pieces. You opened up the door slowly, stepped inside and closed the door behind you. The distant rumble of Bill's car slowly faded away as he drove back toward the stadium, back to where your Michael was, well… was he ever really yours? You slipped off your shoes and left them by the door, not bothering to turn on any lights. Piece by piece, you could feel yourself coming undone as you made your way through the apartment, until your feet carried you into the bathroom. Your hands immediately went to your face as you dragged them across it, finally looking in the mirror.
The woman staring back at you from the mirror looked exhausted. Her eyes were red, her makeup slightly smudged, and for a brief second all you could think about was the way Michael had looked at Diana. You didn’t even try to hold everything as tears fell down your cheeks, every piece of decorum and self-control you had chipped away slowly throughout the night as you watched every little interaction and every look unfold. Your knees gave out beneath you. You slowly slid down the bathroom wall until you were sitting on the cold tiles, hugging your knees against your chest as sob after sob shook your body. The silence of the apartment only made it worse, and the mirror across from you reflected every crack you had tried so hard to hide.
The final notes of the last song rang throughout the stadium as Michael smiled brightly at his fans, “thank you all!” He said as he ran backstage to get back to you and have a little rest before leaving. But before he could his team had immediately surrounded him."Amazing show, Michael."
"You were incredible tonight." He smiled politely, thanking everyone as they spoke over one another.
"Mike." The moment he heard Diana’s voice he turned around and saw Diana standing there looking at him with a smile on her face. "Couldn't believe my eyes seeing you out there.” She said as she started to approach him slowly making the distance between them even smaller. “I almost didn't recognize that shy little boy I used to know. Michael laughed softly, shaking his head. "I'm not that kid anymore."
“Nah you are not, you grown.” In that moment the sound faded softly as they started to talk, the thought of finding you had gone to the back of Michael’s head.
For a moment he stopped. Then, almost instinctively, Michael looked toward the place where you had been standing. His smile faded, he looked again. You weren't there. He excused himself away from Diana leaving her a bit dumbfounded by the sudden change of heart. Michael’s eyes kept scanning the room looking for you. "Have you seen Y/N?" A few people shook their heads as they looked at him. So he started walking faster and kept on asking.
"Has anyone seen my girlfriend?" Still nothing, as if you had disappeared from the face of the earth, nowhere to be found. The uneasy feeling that had started to grow in his chest quickly turned into panic as he couldn’t find you, and in that moment he found Bill, near to one of the exits. "Bill, where is she?" Bill looked at him for a second before letting out a quiet sigh as he shook his head softly at Michael. “She went home, Joker." Michael looked at him confused at first, wide eyes and then the frown took over his face. “What do you mean?” He said in a stern voice trying to keep his cool which was proving to be more than difficult at the time. Bill only looked at Michael, disappointment could be read in his eyes as he looked directly into Michael’s. “She watched the whole thing.” In that very second Michael’s expression faltered. “The song... the way you looked at Diana... “ Michael’s stomach dropped. "No... Bill, it wasn't like that."
"Maybe not," Bill answered. "But that's not what she saw." Realisation hit Michael hard in the face, because if he looked at it from your perspective it felt as if he was… he didn’t even want to think about it as every little interaction replayed in his mind. He realized what an idiot he was, he was so stuck on wanting to impress Diana and prove himself that he completely forgot about you and how you could’ve viewed the whole thing. "Oh God..." Michael placed his hand against his forehead and dragged it down his face. "Bill, I need you to take me to her.” Bill nodded.
The car ride was quiet to Michael’s dismay as he watched the window of the car, hand over his mouth, knee bouncing in anticipation. Michale’s thoughts were taking over him that he didn’t even notice the fact when they had already arrived until Bill signaled him. He had opened the door and sprinted towards your apartment. He knocked once. Then twice. "Sweetheart?” Nothing, no answer. "Please..." Silence, nada. "I know you're in there." The apartment stayed quiet, Michael rested his forehead against the door. "Please don't do this... please talk to me." You had collected yourself some time ago and made yourself a cup of tea, hoping you could at least get a little sleep that night. “I know you are in there, and if it takes me all night to see you I’ll wait out here for you. All day. All night. Hell, I’ll stay here for a week if it means that i get to talk to you, please let me fix this…”
Michael had spent the rest of the night sitting in the cold tiles of the floor with his back against your door, hands in his face, trying to hide the puffiness that had taken over his eyes from crying. If you weren’t gonna open the door he would wait for you all night, all day, hell even all week, so that he could talk to you and see you again. He couldn’t lose you, specially because he did the stupidest thing ever knowing how you felt about Diana. He only wanted to prove he wasn’t the kid that Diana once knew.
The moment you opened the door Michael fell with his back to the floor, he was looking directly at you. “We need to talk. There is breakfast for you inside if you want it.” The moment Michael heard your voice, he smiled softly and the fact that you offered him breakfast despite everything left a tiny little hope on him. “This does not mean we are on good terms… yet.” Michael smiled in relief as he stood up and closed the door behind him as he followed you into the kitchen. He was ready to beg and more for you, because he couldn’t lose you. You were his muse, his safe place, the person he wanted to come home to after every show. And standing outside your apartment door, Michael realized that none of the applause from thousands of people could ever make up for losing you. He would fix everything. It was a promise.
Bf!Michael laying on his back on the couch and you on top of him, just looking at each other as you both talk about literally anything.
Bf!Michael being your best friend so you share any gossip or any little detail of you or that happens to you, and he always listens and remembers it.
Bf!Michael who has to hold your hand and intertwine your fingers together when you go for walks around Encino or Neverland.
Bf!Michael who loves having movie nights with you, in which he picks one movie and you pick another one.
Bf!Michael loves to bring home any little thing that reminds him of you, with the sweetest smile on his face.
Bf!Michael brings you to the studio from time to time so that you can keep him company and hear the songs that he is working on.
Bf!Michael who declares that you are his muse and that God provided him with the best there is in the world, one that Prince doesn’t have.
Bf!Michael loves seeing you interact with Bubbles, since you are so gentle with him. Which brings into his mind the idea of future children together.
Bf!Michael had the ring bought since the second month of dating, he is just waiting for the right moment and for you to be ready.
Soon to be fiance!Michael loves to tease you about the both of you getting engaged just to keep you on your toes. Only for him to have it all planned out and you knowing nothing as he gives you one of his sly smiles that you love as you don’t suspect a thing.
Soon to be fiance!Michael who keeps on rage bating you so that his nerves don’t actually betray him for the moment when he proposes, he just can’t keep a secret from you, like at all.
Not you getting rage bated by Michael so that he doesn't reveal the fact he is gonna propose soon out of nerves.
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Summary: Your uncle Michael loves watching you scroll through TikTok so he wants you to teach him how to use it.
Warnings: None. But I did cry making this so maybe you will too.
Author’s note: I have so many ideas that involve Michael being alive, so please let me know if you’d like to read more of this. Might make this an “Uncle Michael” series. Also, reader is Jermajesty’s jertwin twin and Michael is back at the Hayvenhurst house ❤️
You were curled up on one end of the living room couch, scrolling through TikTok while a collection of snacks —that your uncle insisted on getting for you— sat untouched on the coffee table.
Your TikTok for you page could be described as an interesting place; maybe even a weird one too. It was a mix of dances, recipes, and fashion videos. That was the normal side of it. The other side was far more unhinged: memes, fan edits, and, of course, plenty of content related to your family.
You didn't really mind, because some of those brought you to literal tears—either from their humor or from the feelings they stirred up.
"What are you watching?"
You looked up to find your uncle Michael leaning over the back of the couch, his chin resting on his folded arms. Eyes fixed on your phone screen with curiosity, as if you were holding something he has never seen before.
It was no secret that your uncle was the absolute worst when it came to technology, but he knew about TikTok, right?
"A TikTok."
"A what?"
"A TikTok."
He frowned.
"I heard you the first time, Nugget."
You giggled, always finding his technology struggles quite funny. Actually you take that back, you find his technology struggles hilarious, but extremely cute too.
"It's an app. People videos on it."
Michael's eyes narrowed with interest.
"Can I see?"
Before you could answer, he made his way around the couch and dropped down beside you. Curious, he leaned forward to get a better look at your screen as he grabbed his glasses. Within two minutes, he was fully invested, eyes fixed on the screen and completely absorbed in whatever you were watching.
A cute llama video came up, making him gasp.
"Oh, that's precious! Reminds me of my sweet Louie." He gave her a soft smile. "You would've loved Louie, Nugget. He was just as sassy as you!"
"I'm not sassy." You sassed, making him raise an eyebrow. "Scroll." He pointed at the screen. "And I'm the sassy one..." You mumbled as you scrolled.
A cooking video appeared. It was a simple sourdough recipe. But of course, he couldn't comprehend that the video wasn't posted at a normal speed.
"How did they make that so fast?"
Then came a comedy skit.
Michael burst into laughter so suddenly that he nearly spilled his drink.
For the next half hour, he remained glued to the screen. More animals, more recipes, even videos of him and your family popped up. He was in complete awe, and every time you attempted to scroll past a video, he stopped you.
"Wait, wait, go back." He pointed at the screen. "But already watched it." You complained. "I need to see it again." He fixed his glasses. "You've watched it four times." You looked at him, unimpressed. "Please, Nugget?"
By the seventh replay, you started to suspect he enjoyed the video more than the creator did.
Eventually, he sat back and crossed his arms.
"I have made my decision." He said in a serious tone. "What decision?" You felt a little worried because he never uses that tone unless he's mad or very, very serious.
"I want TikTok."
You blinked.
"You want TikTok." You stared. "Yes." He nodded. "You?" You were pointing at him now. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He raised an eyebrow. "Because last week you asked me where the "unlock" button was on your new phone. Your phone uses Face ID, Unks."
He looked at you all offended but proceeded to point at your phone.
"Stop making fun of me and teach me."
—
Ten minutes later, we were seated at the kitchen table with his phone between us.
Michael looked strangely serious, as if he was about to drop another banger album instead of downloading a social media app.
"First," I explained, "we need to make your account. Well, your brand already has one, but we won't use that one for whatever it is that you want to do"
Michael nodded solemnly.
"Very important."
"Not really."
"It is extremely important, Nugget." He leaned forward. "What should my username be?"
"Whatever you want." You already knew this wasn't going to end well.
A smile immediately spread across his face.
"KingOfPop." You typed it.
Taken.
Michael frowned.
"KingOfPopOfficial."
Taken.
"TheRealKingOfPop."
Taken again.
"MichaelJacksonOfficialOfficial."
You looked up at him with a smile, wiggling your eyebrows.
"You look so much like your brother when you do that." He pointed at your eyebrows. "Don't you ever say I look like him again." You side-eyed him. "Okay okay, sorry. And that's terrible." He said, referring to the username. "I know." You both started laughing.
After nearly ten minutes of trying to figure out a username, you settled for TheMichaelJackson.
"You've got a profile picture of a llama."
"I like llamas."
"You don't even own a llama anymore."
"That doesn't matter."
"If you want people to know it's you for real, we need to start by having you as the profile picture." You patted his back. "Fine. I'll take a picture of one of me and Louie's pictures and have you set it as the profile picture."
—
Teaching him how to use the app itself took considerably longer.
Your uncle approached every feature with the enthusiasm of a child opening his Christmas presents.
He clicked every button, icon, setting, and filter without really understanding what any of them did. Several times you had to take the phone away in case he was about to disable his account by mistake.
At one point he managed to switch the language settings to German. Later he accidentally started a livestream. None of you knew how. but he did.
"Oh no." He said.
"What happened?" You asked, walking back into the living room. "People can see me." He looked at you.
"End it!"
"How?"
You grabbed the phone while Michael stared at it in utter panic, as if the phone was a grenade. A few seconds later the livestream ended. Your uncle sighed dramatically.
"That was stressful."
"You were live for five seconds."
"Five very terrifying seconds."
—
The time he was most excited about had finally come: making videos.
The moment you explained to him how recording worked, he practically bounced out of his chair.
"Finally."
You handed him the phone.
"Okay, just press this button—"He immediately struck a pose.
Not a normal pose. A full performance pose. Head down, legs crossed. His expression looked like he was about to deliver the emotional finale of a world tour.
You blinked.
"Uncle Mike."
"Yes?"
"This isn't a concert."
"So?"
"You don't need to do all this" You giggled. He looked genuinely confused. "Of course I do."
Before you could say something else, he pressed record.
"Hello, TikTok!" he said excitedly to the camera. "I'm Michael Jackson and this is my TikTok account. I am aware there is another account under my name but that is for my brand, like Nugget said, but on here I will be posting random stuff like vlogs!"
You gave him a thumbs up.
—
The rest of the afternoon was filled with absolute chaos and laughter, attempting dance trends and different challenges. Michael being the perfectionist he is, insisted on learning every move perfectly before recording.
He had somehow convinced you to record and post at least three videos before the rest of the family arrived for dinner. Normally, you would have refused without a second thought, but with him, it was impossible to say no.
You had to admit, this had been one of the best days you’d ever had in a long time. You love all your uncles, but the love you have for your uncle Michael can't be put into words— so seeing him happy and have this much fun—especially with you— made you really happy, and a little emotional too.
You know how much he suffered, so you will do whatever it takes to protect that light that took so long to come back.
"Nugget?" He called, pulling you away from your thoughts. "Yes?" You looked at him. "Thank you for today, I had a lot of fun. You are always so patient with me."
“Hello sweetheart, how are things back home?” You smile as you hold the phone to your ear. “Everything is quite peaceful, but I kind of miss you, baby.”
You can hear Michael chuckle from the other line as your smile widens. “I miss you a lot. When I get home we could do a movie night and watch some of your favourites and some of mine.”
“I would love that honestly.I kind of wish that I could be there with you and watch every show of the tour.”
“I know, sweetheart. Dear Lord, before I forget I have to tell you, you remember this guy from tech, Tom, right? Well he is friends with Daniel, my back up dancer, and yesterday he was telling me and some of the others that he knows that Daniel slept with his girlfriend’s best friend, this girl from tech. So when we were on show in Daniel’s hometown he went over and met with Daniel’s girlfriend, told her everything and then they slept together.” Michael talked to you so fast as he got excited telling you what was happening on the tour behind closed doors.
“OH! God, I did not expect that at all! Wait Mike did you keep your cover, because I know for sure boy that you are expressive as hell.” You could hear Michael laugh which made you giggle. “Girl you know I did, just like how you taught me to do. But I almost burst out laughing because I was imagining what faces you would make when I told you about it.”
“Mike! Try not to blow your cover, how else will I get to know how this ends?” You say between laughs. “Baby I’m trying my best, I wish I could see your face right now, so that I can see every little smile and reaction of yours”
Michael trying to hold it in as he imagines how you would react to the new gossip he is collecting meanwhile he's on tour, so that he doesn't blow his cover.
