#jackson five

ꕤ synospis: wife!reader has been unhappy for about a year now, feeling unloved, unseen and quite lonely in her and michaels marriage. after marrying on new years 1989..she feel's as though she's done being left alone, and so she moves out to an apartment in west hollywood. hoping it would once and for all, wake her husband up. michael decides after a month of being apart, to perform with the Cleveland choir : will you be there -- at the MTV music awards. reciting his vows at the very end. will you be there, for him? ꕤ year: 1995. ꕤ lets pretend the awards are in los angeles and not nyc lol. ꕤ warnings: none..? ꕤ word count: 4k. masterlist. michael's masterlist.

September 7th, 1995.

michael woke up to an empty bed, for the 32nd day in a row. yes. he had been counting the days, since his wife left him and their shared home in the hills -- for a place in west hollywood. a mere 12 minutes away, on a good day. but still, too, too far.

you would give him credit, though, partially, your husband was quite the stubborn man, trying to prove a point.

this had not been an overnight, spur of the moment or 'gotcha' decision.

no.

it was one that had been building for about a year at this point.

michael had slowly been getting pulled more and more out of your orbit. no longer, was he home for sunday brunch. no more was he home for the events you had as a art curator for a los feliz based gallery. no longer, was he home for the random spur of the moment dance parties on Thursday evenings, after you got home from work. no longer was he home for the small but incredibly loud moments, when you felt the world falling apart in your hands. when you felt life was getting pulled out from beneath you -- as you battled your own mind.

he was no longer present. he was no longer present in a marriage of 6 years. no longer present in a relationship of 8 years

michael ceased to be, it seemed.

so you left.

JACKSON SIBLINGS X JACKSON!SISTER READER

When you and your siblings are at a talk show interview, the people can’t help but gush how cute your dynamic is with your siblings.

Reader is the age of five and the era/time is the 70’s aka the Jacksons era.

Requested by @deadpool15 and I tried my best 😭

It’s a sunny day for the interview. It was a talk show interview that was well-known.

You, Y/n Jackson, a cute African American girl with two Afro buns, were sitting by Michael and Marlon with Janet behind you and Latoya. Jackie and Jermaine were on the other side while Randy and Tito were on the same side with you along with Rebbie, who was by the girls.

You looked at your feet as most of your siblings wore matching outfits. The girls wore long skirts while you had long shorts on with ruffled white socks.

The boys had simple suits with tailored pants. It was how the Jackson siblings looked.

Organized, fancy, well-dressed.

Michael glanced at you, seeing your small zoned-out face. He gently poked your nose, something he’d always done ever since you were born.

He muttered something to you, smiling as he made you smile wide as the camera caught the moment.

People awe’d along with the show host who’d cooed at you. “Well, ain’t she a doll!”

“You can say that again!” Jackie said with a smile, his eyes soft. Every time he saw you, he couldn’t help but see the little girl who’d cling to him at times. Your small onesie of a tiger as he fed you milk at random times.

“What was your favorite moment in your lives?” The host asks.

The siblings almost all talked at once before Jackie spoke loudly and clearly.

“When y/n first walked, she was so fussy she couldn’t get to her favorite stuffed animal.” He says, laughing while you just frown in embarrassment. You don’t even remember, but of course the others did as the host awe’d while Tito spoke.

“My favorite moment was when lil tiger,” he points at you. “She ran at me with full force and fell at the age of three. It was adorable how quickly she knew to run and get to business.”

Everyone laughed while you hid in Michael’s arms, who giggled softly.

“Y/n has always been such a wild child of joy and excitement,” Michael said, hugging you close to your side. The people couldn’t help but awe louder.

“Mine is when you and y/n had our first girls’ night, we just ate popcorn and watched her favorite cartoon,” Janet says, smiling before hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek. You giggled loudly and tried to rub her kiss off.

“I remember when I had to stop y/n from trying to act like a fairy and jumping off my bed. I’ve never had such a heart attack with this cutie!” La Toya recalled.

“Toya!” You exclaimed with a pout, turning around with a pout before Marlon turned you around and patted your back.

“Shes not wrong!” Rebbie said, smiling with a soft grin.

“Oh and don’t forget about how she tried to dance like us,” Marlon said, dancing in his seat before chuckling when you slapped his arm with your tiny hand.

“Oh jeez, she still needs work but she’s getting used to it,” Randy said, holding back a snicker before you stuck your tongue at him.

“Could say the same!” You clapped back.

Jermaine cackled, “She could never get the spin right.”

You were the star of the Jackson family, not by singing. But by being family, each sibling of yours kept admiring you just for being the baby.

“Y/n, what do you say about all this attention from your siblings?” The host asks, smiling with such light due to the adoration they have seen in each eye. Each past and present memory behind the eyes of your older siblings.

You smiled that same bright smile everyone loved from the doll of the Jackson family.

“I love my siblings, including Jermaine!” You announced loudly, “and my favorite moment is living every single day with them and my family.” The crowd clapped and whistled at your words.

That was the interview that made every tabloid a bit you call the Sun of the Jackson family.

Michael Jackson x Actress!Reader

Precis- You thought leaving Michael behind was the best decision you could make. Unbeknownst to both of you, your separation was never accidental. What happens when you both become stars and meet with old wounds and pent up emotions.

Authors Note: Written with Bad/Early Dangerous era in mind, but any era works. Myb for the hiatus...

Tags: Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Forced Proximity, Tension, YEARNING, suggestive, unfinished business, fame, miscommunication WC: 4.5K

“Why don’t you just– soul search, yeah?”

That was the last thing you had heard from Michaels publicist, or at least you think it was. Her tone so sincere and sweet, but the words lacked that same sweetness. All words seemed to jumble together after hearing, "you're holding him back more than you realize…” like a ringing in your ear. Of course you didn't want to believe that but at the time, Michael was just starting his solo career. Everybody knew he had something special about him and that without a doubt he'd make it big. 

Especially you.

You had been there long before the headlines, before the screaming crowds grew impossible to hear over, before everybody suddenly wanted a piece of him. You met Michael Jackson through your uncle, who worked around the studio and occasionally helped manage sessions for the brothers. Meanwhile you helped get everybody comfortable and accommodated, like a mini manager per say. Furthermore, somewhere between long rehearsals and late-night recordings, Michael had started looking for you first whenever he walked into a room.

Being similar in age, you and Michael eventually grew close, he was calming to be around and in turn, you were there as a reminder that he was young in his fast paced life. Whether it was the studio, the family estate, or just walking down the boulevard, you were always there. Attached at the hip. Maybe that’s why it confused him so much when you suddenly left. Right when he was going to release Off The Wall, the moment he wanted you there the most for. 

To be fair, you never wanted it to end like that. It was always in your head to eventually tell Michael how much he mattered to you. Unfortunately, others saw your closeness as an obstacle.

“Michael can't be seen with a woman this early into his career, it'll ruin the facade!”

“You don't really think y’guys will continue to be buddy buddy after he gets out there, do you?”

“I mean- c'mon- you're you, and he’s, y’know…”

Despite all this, you stayed. It got to you, of course it did, but you had known Michael for years. You were the same girl who he would sneak off with to the local park and mess around with while still being able to open up about life. You weren't going to be scared off by those who had no idea of your relationship or Michael himself. At least that’s what you thought until you finally got a glimpse of it yourself. The team started telling you less, when you would drop by all of a sudden Michael either wasn't there or was “busy”, and seeing interviews of him and his brothers up on the big screen, meanwhile, you were in the same place. 

What did you have to offer? You were just a girl who was seen following Michael around like a dog, somebody who happened to get lucky because of her uncle. Nobody known. You were probably only there as convenience anyway, being one of his only friends because you were in proximity, nothing more. Once he meets others, would you be forgotten? 

Insecurity slowly settled and you began losing hope. You couldn't help but feel as though you couldn't confide in him. Not only because you couldn’t reach him but also at the risk of unveiling how you truly felt for him. After months of your spirit being torn down, that image of you and him began to look blurry. Leaving it best to keep more of your space, never noticing how the lack of presence affected him.

The final nail in the coffin was over hearing him and his brothers in the studio at the end of a session. With the mindset of, now or never, blaring in you, you had finally planned to open up to Michael about everything and were just about to open the door– “Did you see all those girls man? Practically jumped on us!” You paused at the sound of one of his brothers.

“The one with the low cut top was about to get it if you hadn't talked to her first–”

 “Don’t be mad she wanted a brother like me,” They bickered back and forth, “What about you, Mike? Y’know they were showing you all types of stuff over there,” All cackling away, you stopped reaching for the handle by then, “Don’t tell me you too good to look or touch, we’ve all took some back every once and a while” One of them teased, “Or are they just not pretty enough for ya?” 

“‘Course not Randy, they're all attractive,” Michael softly exclaimed, feeling all eyes on him now.

“So what's the problem? I saw you staring at the one with short hair” One of them playfully said “Let loose a little, don’t act like you haven’t all of a sudden,” You were never one to probe within Michael's love life but based on what you had seen, Michael was one of the only brothers who never participated in such acts and was the most respectful even. It gave you closure to know that you potentially had a chance. Again, potentially.

“Like when you danced with that stacked girl for nearly an hour!” 

“Or like when you kept sneakin’ away to talk to that hussy after shows…” Tito piped

It was then insecurity settled deep, you weren't famous, you weren't out there like those girls, nor did you think you had anything special. Being a constant in Michael's life now seemed harder to visualize. Just like when you were younger, he was always moving, meanwhile you were always exactly where you were left. He would only get bigger. Did you even have anything going for you? Being so lost in this fantasy of “young love”, it hadn’t even crossed your mind to be something. 

It was then you turned back, deciding it would be best to set your own path in life. Think of your future more thoroughly. Not in the shadows, not waiting for an opportunity, One potentially without Michael. You had walked away before ever hearing him out.

 “You guys always makin’ things somethin’ they’re not…” Michael muttered, “You know we were rehearsing for fun while everyone else partied, and that other girl was givin’ me advice about songwriting,” Michael quickly clarified, “Never saw ‘em that way,”

“Yeah whatever, should've known that one…” They all looked at Jackie knowingly except Michael, “Cause he too busy diggin’ that other fine chick that comes around here,” Jackie half heartedly joked while playfully punching him and rough housing him.

“Stop messing-” 

“Don’t worry, we respect you for keeping your priorities straight!” Marlon raised his hands in defense, “You’ll get that girl in no time,” Michael didn’t bother arguing against his brothers after that, after all they weren’t wrong. He held you far dearer to his heart than anyone realized. Always getting flustered and nervous around you despite his onstage persona. It didn’t matter how pretty or how well known somebody was to him, they weren't you. Always treating him like any other. Normal. No cameras. No screaming crowds. Human.

But even then, you knew you couldn’t leave without saying something. After all those years spent beside Michael, disappearing quietly felt wrong.

“I know this is a bit of a surprise but I hope this finds you well and just wanted to let you know I wanna explore a little, find myself a bit more. I've spent the best years of my life with you Mike and I know you'll reach your dreams. I'll be here to talk if you ever need me! Promise!

Xoxo,

 xxx-xxx-xxxx” 

You left the note tucked beneath the sleeve of his jacket hanging back at the studio, exhaling shakily before slipping out the backstage door. You felt comfortable enough to leave with the thought that he would contact you if ever needed, or more so cared.

You never noticed the second pair of eyes lingering near the hallway entrance. 

You should've known to be more cautious. You should've known when that woman touched your shoulder too softly. You should've known that the same publicist who claimed to have a good eye out for you didn’t want you there at all. Maybe it's why years later, it stuck with him how you could leave without a word. 

He could remember the thoughts running through his mind when days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and then years without a trace of you. Spending the first few always asking for you, in his limited spare time, visiting places you both had gone to. Feeling, somehow, abandoned and an endless feeling of grief for years to come. Always fantasizing how you would've reacted when he accomplished something he was proud of. How you would've stayed during those nights he felt the lowest. It didn't matter where he went, it wasn’t the same without your proximity. And maybe that's why when he saw you on that big screen he froze. Not knowing if it was awe or confusion. Reminiscing those same moments from what felt like life times ago, once more. You spent years searching for a purpose, ambition, and he could see it.

 Only a couple months before he released Bad, you got your big hit role. While you did find purpose, you couldn’t help that little voice in the back that constantly yelled, he never cared. For the first few months after deciding to “find your path” you waited. Every day you expected a call. A message. Something that would prove you weren’t as easily forgotten as you feared. But nothing came. Not from Michael, not from anyone. After what felt like half a year, you decided to leave the state entirely. No man came close to replacing what you had with Michael, it’s why it still hurts to know he never tried to reach out.

Even more so that you saw and heard him everywhere you went.

“God you're going to love this role,’’ your agent came bursting you out of your thoughts, “they offered to pay three hundred and ten for every five hours, not even counting the paid rehearsal,” she said damn near more excited than you.

You began glossing your lips attempting to mask productivity, “They must be really desperate if they're offering that much– what role is this for again?” you said finally turning to her from your vanity, “Because I’m not getting nude for anything–”

“Oh you– I’d never agree to have you do that!” she rushed towards you, “But i honestly can't tell you much either. They personally requested you. It's just some short film, barely even a full script description,” You cautiously looked up at her like you could hardly believe anybody would pay that much for so little time and more. “Don’t be so tense, the money's good, and as far as I know,” lightly grabbing you by the shoulders from behind, “a credible production.” You look back at your mirror and let out an exhale through your nose, “I hear a big name’s on it as well, could be good exposure for you,” Toothfully grinning at you, that made you almost laugh. Your name had already been circulating for years now, but she still said it like you were just starting out.

“Alright,” you said at last. “Send me the schedule.”

It almost felt odd how– convenient it all was.  Your flights were covered. Your hotel was already paid for. Even your meals had been arranged in advance. It felt less like a job offer and more like someone had anticipated every reason you might say no, and removed them one by one. It was as though you had forgotten how sneaky somebody could be.

 It was only a few days you had settled into Los Angeles, and you still felt as though you were being thrown out of the loop on purpose. Still, you barely had a reason to walk away from potentially a big opportunity.

Not yet.

“Cmon pick up the pace– excellent– just like that!”

A week of rehearsal, you began getting the hang of everything. Chaotic, yes, but it sure felt rewarding. While you still didn’t know the specifics to everything, you figured out you were the main lead in a music video. More so, a “love” interest based on how you and your partner moved together. He was more so a double for your real lead. Never seeing who you'd actually be performing with until later due to, "conflicting schedules”, or something. Even weirder, never hearing the actual song during practices, just an instrumental or beats of some sort to follow. Despite the secretiveness of it all, it didn’t affect you all much considering the check.

After a much needed spa day, you were back on the road. You had just stepped out of the sedan with your cheffur helping you out, “Ok– wardrobe check in thirty, after, your first onset rehearsal–” Your agent listed your schedule, already on to work not even ten steps out of the high end car, “Oh! Can’t forget–”

“I think thats– no way–”

“It SO is– oh my god!”

You were just a few steps in front of the designated set location before you began getting looks and whispers. It was expected considering the set was half a tropical lush pavilion and half cables, cameras and set dressers. It clearly caught attention, even from the distance you were at before entering the building, with hanging lights, floral arches with rosewood and white accents. Whoever the artist was clearly meant business–

“Please can I get a picture–” A young teen said, You tried to quickly sneak off before any more attention was brought, “What perfume do you use!?” Trying to sign as many autographs without staying put, “How do you feel being on set of a Michael Jackson film!-” Profusely apologizing about needed to get somewhere– wait, did she just say Michael Jackson– 

“Cmon, hun, we’re going to be late,” Your agent pulled you away in the middle of processing said information, “Assistants are already waiting for you in the dressing rooms, hurry, hurry!” She said while rushing you away while she went to producers.

Had you heard that right? Michael Jackson– film– together? Not possible. It had been years since you'd heard from him– even more so since you were in the same room as him. You definitely would've known if you were working with him– plus he never bothered to contact you anyway. He showed no means in caring for what you two had, you were now doing better things anyway. Forget him, it doesn't matter. Must've been Samuel Jackson instead–

If you weren't so caught up in your head, you would've noticed how you rushed into the wrong dressing room. Quickly closing the door and already deep in thought while pulling your top half above your mid section– 

“Not quite what I imagined our first time seeing each other again would look like.”

Fuck

You jolted so hard your shoulder hit the wall behind you. There Michael was, standing near the vanity, staring like he almost couldn’t believe it was you standing there. Not exactly amused, nor exactly smiling, just curious and caught off guard. He quickly narrowed his eyes away, flustered with the sight he almost caught.

“Oh my God–” You quickly pulled your top down, mortified, “What are you doing here?” you finally blurted. Seeing him again brought a wave of euphoria and a crashing wave of resentment, there he was. The years clearly changed him, and not just physically. No longer that same guy who rambled, twitched with posture, and nervously kept to himself. Despite trying to avoid him, you saw him everywhere anyway. But in person, he was clearly more sharp, steadier. Aware of himself. However, his eyes still had that longing stare that even after years made you avert away.

Michael met your face again, “...This is my dressing room.” You quickly glanced around, finally noticing his belongings around. Feeling the heat rise to your face like you were some dumb nervous teen again.

“Oh.”

“Mhm.”

The silence hit you stronger than ever, you weren't prepared for the emotional turmoil, you weren't even sure you were ever ready to even see him again let alone unpack the past.

“Well I’m just–” You snapped to your senses, reaching towards the door, “I’m just going to go and–” 

“You really disappeared.”

Pausing, back facing him. He sounded…hurt? Not accusing or angry, just genuine confusion. He saw you hesitantly turn to him, sharing that same confused look. Slight furrowed brows and frustration slowly seeping into your features. Even as the weight of feeling left behind settled into his chest like it did years ago, he still felt almost– blissful to see you. The years treated you well. He spent years sneaking into theaters just to see you again, despite it all, those screens had no chance to you right now. Your perfume lingered in the air, features blossomed since he last saw you in person, honeyed voice still rang in his ear, it began messing with his head all over again.

“Just,” A slight pause, vulnerably slowly easing in his demeanor, “...wanted to know why,”

Standing in disbelief, your mouth opened and closed trying to let anything out.

“I waited for you.” The only shred of vulnerability you could allow yourself to admit, already regretting what you said.

Thud– Thud–

“Set rehearsal starts in twenty minutes!”

You took that chance to quickly escape before you could ever get a chance to hear his reasoning for never reaching out. It made no sense to you how he could have the nerve to ask something like that when he showed no motion for caring about what you two had, it stung more knowing that you didn’t have a right to feel wronged when it was you who decided to leave. You didn’t know what weighed more on you, guilt or betrayal. 

Michael’s gaze stayed on the spot you just stood, thoughts coursing through his mind on what you meant. Waited? 

For him? 

Staring at the door you had just left out of, his stance shifted. For years, Michael was under the impression you walked away because he did something, because you wanted to. At least that's what he tried to convince himself. 

But that didn’t sound like somebody who wanted to leave. His brows slowly pulled together, jaw tightening. He was missing something. 

What was he missing?

You were still shaken up from the encounter from earlier, so much so that thirty minutes breezed by without you noticing. Lost in your own thoughts not even realizing you were all dolled up by now. Outfit consisted of a cream lace tie front top, layered shawls and wraps draped loosely around your waist, soft fabrics cascading unevenly with flower accents. Perfectly matching the scenery around with the bohemian fairy-like outfit. Almost ethereal. Just now realizing that in a few minutes, you'll be in even closer proximity to Michael than you just were. And that encounter alone had you fidgety. If it was anything like your practice partner, it would get personal quick.

Were you in the right state to handle that? You didn’t know if you were nervous for the fact that you still had lingering feelings for him or for the fact that he would be able to truly see you– feel you. In all your years of performing for a screen, none had made you more nervous than this one. No one had made you more nervous than him.

“King Of Pop incoming– get on set already.” Your agent hurriedly rushed you. You turned to see him already in front of the cameras getting slight touch ups on his hair. Sighing quietly, you slowly made your way over.

As the instrumental flooded the set, Michael stepped toward you first. Despite the fast paced music, he gently held you. The second his hand found yours, he guided you into movement with practiced ease. Sharp turns. Quick footwork. Controlled. Yet somehow every movement still felt unbearably personal. 

She’s got the look—

His grip adjusted against your waist, firm enough to guide but careful enough to never overstep. The choreography kept pulling you closer only to separate you again seconds later, almost teasingly. No hesitation. Like earlier never happened.

Step.

Turn.

Pull.

Your shawls swayed with every movement as he spun you back against his chest with seamless precision. Each step you both took, with more caress. Faces inching closer and closer, until they painfully snapped back.

She driving me wild–

A breath caught in your throat. The proximity was suffocating in the worst way possible, worse for the fact it felt as though you were the only one being affected by it. Could he notice?

Michael leaned closer during the next count, one hand sliding lower against your side as he dipped you slightly before bringing you upright again. His expression never fully changed, but his focus had.

It stayed entirely on you.

As if speaking to you through movement, showing you the best way he knew how to express his feelings. Like it was only you two on the floor. No cameras. No crew. Just you. 

That girls my baby–

His voice so sensually playing repeatedly in your ears. Your eyes finally met his fully then.

Big mistake.

Because suddenly every unresolved feeling from years ago sat plainly behind his stare. Clear set desire and longing, you were hypnotizing him. The same man who thrived on perfection was now having his senses flooded by you–

“I left because I thought you would leave me first–”

You quietly blurted out once you got close for him and only him to hear.

“I thought you deserved better”

He slowed just enough for nobody to notice, but his full attention was on you as much as he didn’t want it to be.

“I left you a note–”

Turn.

“And you never ended up reaching out,” Eyes averted away, slightly glossed.

There was more to say, there was more you felt. But you couldn’t right now, not when it didn’t feel safe enough to know if he would play you again.

“And cut!” 

You jolted out of his hold as much as you wished you could lean in deeper. Now escaping into the crew that were making their way towards the middle of the set.

“Felt so raw– so intimate and…–”

You could hear the director comment behind while you paced to your dressing room for a breather.

“You ran off so quick!” Your agent bursted in while you touched up your blush trying to distract yourself, “You two were in full sync–” Pausing slightly, you tried to ignore her while she unknowingly teased and giggled, “Like seriously in sync… rubbing all on each other and damn near kissing” You got up abruptly trying to get the image out of your head, not that she noticed, “Ugh, I can’t wait to see you out there for the mini reshoots,” Reshoots…you had be in arms reach of him again, “God all that tension in the air you would think you wanted to eat each other–”

“Leave.” You suddenly said, not baring the thought of him, “Just leave, please.” Turning to her and slowly losing your sense of self, “Right now– I can’t.” Turning your back on her again as you went to take a seat at your vanity again, you heard the door click shut. Moments of silence that made the room seem small. Closing your eyes just to imagine you weren’t there.

Till you heard another click–

“I’ll be back I just need a breather–” Your words caught in your throat the second you turned around.

He was there.

Michael stood still, like he’d been there the entire time you weren’t looking. Those same eyes that said more than anything right now. 

“I tried chasing you,” Not knowing if he meant in the past, now, or both. “If I had a way to reach you…I would've." Quietly said. Like it cost him something to admit. Your breath stalled.

“I figured losing me just didn’t matter that much to you.” You slowly stood, forcing yourself to stay steady even as your chest tightened. Trying to not believe him so easily.

Michael was never good with words– or being vulnerable at all. But he wanted to, for you.

“I kept lookin’ for you in crowds for a while.” He slowly stepped closer, testing the waters.

“Michael…”

“You keep lookin’ at me like I’m a stranger.” Hiding how truly hurt he felt.

You stayed silent, not quite finding the right words yet but not backing away from him.

“You think I didn’t look for you?” he said quietly. “You don’t know what I was left thinkin’.”

He was close now. Too close for either of you to pretend this was still distant. A pause. The kind that says too much without words.

“You’re really gonna stand there and act like none of it mattered?” he asked softer.

Your breath hitched.

“You could’ve found me.” Finding ways to resent him.

Another pause.

He looked at you for a long moment before speaking again, quieter this time.

“And if I did… what was I supposed to say to you when I thought you abandoned me?”

That stopped you. Guilt eating away at you at the thought that he thought you left because you wanted to.

He shook his head slightly, almost like he was frustrated with himself more than you. He wanted closure, confirmation it wasn't in his head.

“Say you didn’t miss me.”

Something in your expression broke before you could stop it.

You closed the space between you first.

The kiss wasn’t gentle at first, more like relief that had nowhere else to go. Only taken aback for a second before he reacted. Like he’d been holding his breath for years and finally forgot how to stop.One hand came up to your face like he needed to confirm you were real. The other stayed at your waist, careful, like even now he was still trying not to lose you. You reached for his neck, feeling as though it was the closest you could possibly have him. Even after years of him longing for you, he held back his hunger for you, letting out only small grunts. Always thinking of you first.

When you finally pulled back just enough to breathe, neither of you fully let go. 

“I tried. I really tried to move on.” Muttering quietly to him while he held you closer, “I’m sorry– I don’t know what I was think–”

“I’m right here.” He assured you, quick to not let you think this was on you. He too felt guilty for not fighting hard enough for you.

“I won’t let you go this time.” He leaned in this time, slow enough that if you wanted to stop him you could. 

But you didn’t.

And for the first time, there was no confusion left between you. Only everything you both had been holding back.

King Of Pop and Hollywood Royalty seen SNEAKING off to…PARK!?

Can I request Michael x Druski! fem reader like the reader is funny asf and I think michael would love that

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A/n: Omg I love this idea especially as a person who loves a ki😛Guys please I am not a comedian💔Now is this 80s lingo??….no clue. I hope did alr🫶🏾

Contains: strong language

Michael loves a lot of things; Music, animals, babies, performing. But there’s one thing that secretly tops the others…and it’s being around you. No matter what’s happening, if you’re there, he’s showing all 32.

—Marlon came to you and Michael who were swimming in the pool, “y’all seen Jackie?” He asked. “Living room.” You pointed towards the inside. “Thanks.” Marlon walked off and Michael swam to you. “Didn’t we see Jackie leave a few minutes ago?” “Oh shit, did he?” You covered your mouth with your eyes wide making Michael bust laughing.

—You and Michael were sat in the living room watching the ‘Blame it on the boogie’ music video….for the past 30 minutes. You both could not get past that one specific part. “Marlon cheesing hard as fuck.” You said pausing on the exact freeze frame(luckily you recorded it on the VCR) Michael was laid out on the floor, hyperventilating from laughing so hard. “He was just happy.” Michael got out. “Oh that’s very evident.”

— You, Marlon, and Michael were chilling in the living room. Well not exactly chilling, you and Marlon were actually having a verbal sparring match. “Oh whatever, you walking around with a bobble head, big ass forehead.” Marlon joked. “I know you ain’t talking, Mr ‘Sunshine’” you turned your head to an invisible camera mocking his smile before turning back to him, “big headed ass.” Michael smacked his hand against the couch as he loudly laughed making Marlon side eye him. “Ain’t even that damn funny.” Yea you were never letting that go.

—“Is she on the way?” Katherine asked Michael as they began setting the table together. “Yes mother, she should be here s—” “THE QUEEN IS HERE!” You yelled entering the house. Janet immediately ran to you giving you a hug, which you so happily returned. “She’s here.” Michael laughed, making Katherine laugh as well.

—“Here try it!” Randy smiled handing you a plate of some type of chicken he made. “Randy….I love but….this smell like hot dog water.” You told him honestly, Michael thought it was the funniest thing in the world almost knocking the plate out your hands. “Let me see you do better then.” Randy said. “Boy, a piece of bread would taste better.”

—“Okay yall ready…one, two, three START.” The brothers invited you to watch them rehearse for their upcoming concert. You were sat on the dance room floor as they began to sing and dance. Now of course they were great performers but it must’ve been an off day. Some off key, forgetting the dance moves, even forgetting the lyrics. You paused the music mid-way, “yea that ain’t gon work.” You shook your head.

—“you like my pants?” Jermaine asks doing a spin after he came out of the dressing room with red leather pants. “Um…what were you wearing originally?” You asked. “My blue jeans.” “Yea put them back on.” You nodded in all seriousness making Michael bust out laughing. He didn’t want to be the one to say it.

A/n: Now I have to build my humor skills omg

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author’s note: sorry this is so long, kinda got into it too much. but hope y’all enjoy. also i didn’t proofread per usual so excuse any typos. also i didn’t mention jackie’s actual son’s name, didn’t wanna make it weird lol. also the part in orange is a little synopsis

warnings: nsfw 18+ (MDNI), smut, oral sex (male receiving) unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy) cursing. age gap. i think that’s everything.

word count: 2.8k

march 1981

“girl let’s go out tonight, it’s friday night. we’re probably the only two twenty-one year olds in the state of california who aren’t out having a good time,” your best friend antoinette complained into the pink phone plugged up in your bedroom.

you and her have been friends since forever since your moms went to the same church, became good friends, and then miraculously got pregnant around the same time. the two of you had no choice but to be best friends since before y’all came out of the womb. you laid across your bed, your fingers coiling around the telephone cord. you thought about what your best friend said and she did have a great point.

“well, do you wanna come over and have a little girls night. we could order pizza, paint each others nails, watch some movies,” you tried your best to sound extra convincing. unfortunately, toni wasn’t impressed, you practically hear her rolling her eyes through the phone.

“girl, i meant being outside, not cooped up inside the house. i mean when’s the last time you’ve been outside?”

“well for your information ms thing, i just went to the park yesterday.” you shot right back at her.

“let me rephrase myself, outside, having fun, and not with a snotty nosed toddler on your hip.”

“he is not snotty-nosed. he’s my sweet little baby. and to answer your question, i don’t know, i guess the last time we went out.” you had been a babysitter for jackie jackson for the past five months. yes thee jackie jackson.

you started babysitting during your teenage years, people always telling you that you were excellent with kids. you also loved working with them, i mean they’re so adorable, who wouldn’t love it. now that you were twenty-one, you were more seasoned with working with kids, plus you made great money.

it all began when you saw an ad in the papers saying that single dad by the name of mr. esco, was looking for an on-call babysitter, and was willing to pay 450 a week. at first you were gonna turn it down. 450 a week? mr. esco, is that even a real name? it sounded way too good to be true.

but then a week later, one of your clients from the neighborhood informed you that they would be moving to texas next week and you knew that meant your money was moving there too. they were one of your best clients, you got paid 200 a week. after you returned home that evening, you saw the same paper on the kitchen counter, with the same ad. you took it as a sign to at least give it a shot.

you dialed the number, for some reason you felt nervous as you heard the phone ringing. it was taking so long so you decided to hang it up. just as you were about to, you heard a man’s voice answer.

“hello?” he called out, his voice as smooth and silky as satin.

“hi, is this mr. esco?” you replied back, the line went silent for some time.

“and who is this calling?” “my name is y/n, i saw your paper in the ad, you’re looking for a babysitter?”

“ah yes. thank you for calling. yes, i’m still looking for one. but i wanna make sure i get to know you better first, so why don’t we meet at the café on 5th ave, tomorrow around 11am. i gotta run because we’re about to eat dinner but look for someone in a white tee shirt and blue sweatpants. goodnight ms. y/n.”

damn, demanding much. you shrugged it off before heating up a slice of one day old pizza. after you finished eating, headed up to your room and decided to lay out your clothes for tomorrow’s meeting with this mystery man. should you wear a dress suit? a dress? keep it simple with some sweatpants?

you skimmed for closet for twenty minutes before finding a pair of light blue denim jeans that you haven’t seen in forever. you found a black crew neck from your alma mater, clark atlanta university and decided to wear that over a white turtleneck since it was supposed to be a little chilly tomorrow.

you rolled your hair and put on your bonnet before taking it down for the night.

you woke up to the bright light from the beaming sun shining in your face. you stretched and yawned before rolling over the clock on your nightstand. 9:50 it flashed in red.

you quickly sprinted to the shower to get your morning started. the hot water hitting your body, it felt so good. you scrubbed your body down with a vanilla caramel scented bodywash. you cleaned your body down and all around before hopping out to brush your teeth and wash your face.

you headed back to your room to dry off and get dressed. you look back at your clock once more and saw that it read 10:30. you didn’t wanna me be late, that would be a horrible first impression. you scrambled, putting on your clothes quickly and taking your rollers out of your head. your curled, silk pressed hair dropped like silk. you grabbed your car keys before running out the house and racing to your car.

you got to the café with just five extra minutes to spare. you ordered yourself a hot chocolate and a banana nut muffin. after grabbing your refreshments, you picked a table in the corner, tucked away. as you waited, you began to resume your reading of i know why the caged bird sings.

“excuse me, you wouldn’t happen to be y/n would you?” you recognized that voice. it was that same smooth voice from the phone. your jaw dropped as you placed your book down on the table in front of you.

“yeah, no way you’re jackie jackson,” you gawked over him. you were obsessed with the music him and his brothers made since before you could remember. he work a white tee shirt that hugged his biceps snuggly, paired with navy blue sweatpants and some black aviator shades. he sat down across from you and y’all conversed for fifteen minutes straight about anything and everything. music, upbringing, your college experience, he tried to make conversation with you about baseball but you didn’t know the difference between a pitch and a strike.

“so tell me about your little one and why do you need a babysitter?” you ask sipping on some of your hot chocolate.

“he’s four years old. he’s amazing so smart, playful. i’m so proud to call him my son. he’s one of the best things that has happened to me. and you know, constantly having to do shows, tours, wardrobe fittings, it’s constant ripping and running. i want him to have as normal of a childhood that he can. and now that i’m a single dad, i need as extra help as i can get.”

you told about your background in babysitting and how you’re basically a natural when it comes to kids, even though you don’t have any of your own.

“well you sound like a child expert, when can you start?” “i can start immediately.”

you began watching the little tot that weekend and the rest was history. jackie was so impressed with your skills and the routine you created with his child, he bumped your pay up to a full 500.

“so my point stands, we should be outside,” toni said into the phone, regaining your focus. you were gonna give in but then heard another call coming into your phone. you placed toni on hold before switching to the other line.

“hello?” “hey y/n, are you busy right now?” you listened to jackie’s voice inquiring from the other end, his voice sounding kinda frantic.

“no not really, is everything okay, mr. jackie?”

“not really, i’m tryna get him to sleep and he’s having a fit and i can’t get him to calm down, could you come over, i’ll send you a cab if you need me to.”

“no need, i can drive, i’ll be there in fifteen.” you hung up on him and switched back to toni.

“hey toni, i won’t be able to do anything tonight after all. i have to head over to mr. jackie’s, there’s something wrong with the baby.” she sucked her teeth, letting out a dramatic sigh.

“fine, i guess we’ll catch up another day. when you get there though, can you tell him to hook me up with marlon or michael, because they don’t have no business being that fine and i’m tryna be the next mrs. jackson.” “goodnight toni!”

you grabbed purse and keys frantically before sprinting out the door. you were driving so fast to get to jackie’s you were surprised you didn’t get pulled over on the way over.

your white sedan pulled into the cobblestone driveway, you hopped out so fast you almost forgot to take your keys out of the ignition. you reached the door that was slightly cracked open. as you got inside the warm home, the toddler’s cries could be heard from the entryway. you jogged upstairs and called out for jackie.

“in here!” he called out from tot’s bedroom. his cries getting a little quieter once he laid eyes on you but not coming to a complete halt. jackie’s face appeared stress and unamused as he sat at the end of the bed.

“aww what’s wrong baby, you scared to go to sleep?” you voice rang in a sweet, low tone. he shook his head, eyes big and watery, with tear stained to his chubby cheeks.

you scanned around the room and noticed his favorite mickey mouse plushie wasn’t snuggled in bed next to him. your eyes darted around the room before landing inside the dark, bedroom closet, seeing the stuffed animal on the top shelf.

you rose to your tippy toes and grabbed the toy down. you placed it in the child’s arm and softly sung him hush little baby. you and jackie headed towards the bedroom door and turned off the light, the both of you watching in awe as he began counting sheep. you quietly shut the door before making your way downstairs to the kitchen.

“thank you so much y/n, i can’t believe i had to call you over on a friday night for a little toy mouse.”

“don’t play, that’s mickey mouse, one of the most iconic mouses of all time. and it’s no problem mr. jackie, i didn’t have any plans anyways.”

“please call me jackie. mr. jackie makes me feel old. and i’m surprised you’re not out with your friends or a date with your boyfriend,” he says as he grabs a bottle of scotch and two glasses before filling them with a few ice cubes. you watch him as he begins to pour, his hands were massive, gripping the neck of the bottle tightly.

“nah, me and my best friend didn’t make any plans tonight and i don’t have a boyfriend,” he place the glass in your hand and gently tapping his on yours before. you watched him as he down his, his adam’s apple throbbing as he swallowed the bourbon. that wasn’t the only thing throbbing. it might sound unprofessional but you had a tiny crush on your boss. i mean who wouldn’t, the man was finer than frog hair. the face, the body, his entire aura.

he shook you from your thoughts as he said “i’m surprised about you not having a boyfriend. as pretty as you are.” you couldn’t help but to blush and hide your smile. you some sipped your drink, looking down at your glass before turning your attention back to him.

“thank you and i don’t know. just the guys my age don’t really do it for me i guess. i like men more mature, having something going for themselves, know what they want in life, you know?”

he licked his lips, looking you up and down, before chuckling to himself. you jerked your head towards him, curious about what the joke was supposed to be.

“what’s so funny?” “girl please, you probably wouldn’t even know what to with something mature.”

was he challenging you? you smirked to yourself before saying.

“don’t underestimate me jackie, i know exactly what to do,” you flirtatiously winked at him before strutting your way into the living room, purposely switching your hips as you walked. you didn’t even need to turn around to know that he was watching your backside as you walked away.

he placed his glass down on the counter before darting to the living room. you sat on the cream colored couch, the warm fireplace ablaze. jackie stood in front of you, you were eye level with his pants that showed off his hard print.

“need some help with that?” you gently ran your hands across his stiff, covered member, a soft groan fell from his lips. you dropped to your knees in front of him and yanked his pants down, his girthy dick springing out, nearly hitting you in the face in the process. you licked your lips as it glistened with precum.

you softly swirled your tongue around his bulbous tip, before taking almost all of him into your mouth, which earned you some moans from jackie. you felt jackie grip your curly hair tighter, forcing your head down onto him.

“shit baby, you such a nasty girl, swallowing me up like this,” he gritted as you looked up at him.

you jerked his thick dick with your hand while never taking your lips from off of it. you took your other hand to gently caress his balls. you watched as his toes nearly gripped the carpet for dear life.

you felt your pussy ache and become wetter and wetter with each lick and suck. you loved the feeling of him pulsating inside your mouth, as spit continued to cover his dick and some running down your face. jackie quickly stood you up and bent you over on the couch. your back arched as you felt him quickly yanked your leggings and panties down in one swift motion.

“look at this pretty pussy, you so wet for me, huh baby,” he teased as he ran two of his digits up and down your soaking wet slit. sweet moans began to escaped your lips as your pussy began to ache more and more, begging to be filled up by jackie.

“please jackie, don’t tease me, i can’t wait anymore.”

“how do you ask, what do you say baby?”

“please sir, please fuck me.” “your wish is my command baby.”

jackie ran his tip up and down your slit before lining himself up at your entrance, teasing you a little before slowly entering you.

“shit,” the two of you said simultaneously as he began to fill you up. it had been so long since you had any action, this is everything you had waiting for and more.

he allowed you to adjust to his size a little before he began thrusting in and out of your wetness at a painfully slow rate. he placed one of his hands in your hair and the other snaked around your throat, forcing you to look up at him.

“tell me how good this dick making you feel baby.” “you feel so good sir.”

he leaned his head down and placed a sloppy kiss onto your lips before speeding up his thrusts. the squelchs of your wetness, your moans mixed in with his grunts, and slapping of each other's skin as he pounding his hips deep into you were the only things that were heard.

"shit, your pussy feel so fucking good." he said into your ear as he continued pounding into you. you moaned, in pure bliss as you felt your toes began to curl as your first orgasm approach.

"you gonna cum, ain't you."

"yes shit i’m cumming."

“that’s right baby, come on this dick. you got it, that’s my good girl.”

"shit baby i’m right behind you." jackie said as his thrusts became quicker and sloppy. his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he released his warm, white seed deep inside you.

you both laid out on the couch, your body on top of his. he grabbed the brown fur blanket that sat on the arm rest and draped it over your lower naked half.

“i take it back, maybe you can handle a mature man.” jackie said, chuckling, as he stroked the top of your head.

pairings: 1976! Michael Jackson x fem reader, Mature era! Michael Jackson x reader

warnings: teenage love, angst, getting back together, trauma bond if you squint, surprisingly good communication, growing old together, home video, reflecting on life

wc: 2.3k+

“though i tried and tried to hide my feelings, they always seem to show.”

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