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πππππΈβπ : @achingletters request : Iβm feeling very fluffy, may I request a Michael with a best friend fem reader who quickly rushes to the hospital after his mother called her to tell her about there has been an accident during a Pepsi commercial. And sheβs with him day to night comforting him, very gentle and sweet trying to get him to eat, reading to him and giving him soft kisses on his nose and forehead while she caresses his cheek.
βπβππΌβπ : Micheal, Y/N, accident, 1984, pepsi commercial, hospital, dramatic, sweet, captivating, pain, endurance and many more ahead....
Winter, 1984
Encino, California.
The TV presenter announces:
"Goodevening ladies and gentlemen, we are at Shrine Auditorium Hall, here in Los Angeles. What you are about to witness is an official live COMMERCIAL for Pepsi with the one and only MICHAEL JACKSON!!!!"
The TV echoed with the sound of the crowd, which suddenly broke into excited applause at the appearance of the star of the night. Mrs. Katherine Jackson sat on her cozy sofa next to the fireplace, warming herself while keeping her eyes fixed on the screen so she wouldnβt miss her sonβs performance.
Bright lights from the ceiling flooded the camera lenses, deliberately blurring the picture to create a dramatic entrance for Michael. He began descending the staircase when, suddenly, a pyrotechnic device exploded far earlier than programmedβway sooner than planned. The explosion sent sparks flying onto Michaelβs head. The audience initially thought the fire was part of the stage act as Michael continued descending the stairs for a few seconds before realizing the extent of the flames.
His brothers quickly rushed to extinguish the fire while Michael panicked and tried desperately to put out the flames with his own hands. The crew also rushed to help him, but unfortunately, the damage had already been done. An ambulance arrived a little late, and the fire left him with severe second and third-degree burns to his scalp and face.
His mother rushed to the phone, but she didnβt know any contact numbers to call. She had known two weeks earlier that Michael would be performing there, but she had never asked for any details. She never interfered in her childrenβs business or lives but seeing her child on fire, her heart and soul ached terribly at the sight of her son being in pain, knowing she was unable to help him in any way.
Ears ring into a single high pitch tone, the one that makes you dizzy and wanna throw up. That is how he was feeling right that moment, while people all around him were panicing and asking Micheal repeately if he was all right. The Jackson's brothers were around to protect him from the camera flashes and the televised live recording all over the USA. A sudden feeling of sheer fear and shame came over him as camera flashes continued going off around Michael. The team of paramedics came quicly, placed him carefully on the stretcher and rushed him to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, the nearest hospital, to receive emergency care and stabilization after the terrible incident.
Without losing another second, Mrs. Jackson called her. She always knew that when her baby was in trouble, there was only one person in the world who could cheer him up and tell him that everything was going to be alright. That was Y/N β his best friend and neighbor across the street since they were babies in Gary, Louisiana.
She was also Mrs. Jacksonβs favorite student, whom she had taught how to play piano and how to sing correctly. Her parents were always working while being busy with other things, so they never had the chance to give her another sibling. She didnβt mind, though Mrs. Jackson had always taken her under her wing and loved to see those two adorable children creating a world of their own through their imagination with sticks and stones only. Y/N was the only girl who could make Michael go from giggling softly to bursting into uncontrollable laughter without even trying.
Ring once, ring twice.... Once more... Yet... No sign of Y/N...
Mrs Jackson thought as she kept the phone tight ringing in her right ear expecting Y/N to answer, she hang up and put her hands together into a secret praying position and started praying to Jesus...
"Lord, I know... Every parent has made their mistake... So have I and so Joseph... But please, tonight... Help my baby not to suffer no more. Find Y/N and send her to him. I beg of you sweet baby Jesus and Holly Mother Mary..."
After a few minutes, the Jackson family's house phone rang unexpectedly. Mrs. Jackson rushed over and grabbed it immediately, her breath caught in her throat, fearing who might have been on the other end of the line.
"Hello?"
"Mrs Jackson?"
"Y/N? Rain sounds like it's raining cats and dogs outside. Are you okay my child?"
"I'm really sorry, give me a minute please..."
"Sure dear."
Y/N runs to close the lifted window of her kitchen above the sink as the rain suddenly intrude her countertops leaving raining drops all over the surface. Closing it in a hurry, she accidentaly locks her long sleeve inside and as she tried to go back to the phone, she was stuck. Clumbsy as always she released it, reclosed the window and went back to the phone:
"Mrs Jackson?"
"I'm here sweet child. Oh baby....."
Mrs. Jackson silently began to stifle a cry and wrapped the telephone wire around her index finger. Sighing sadly, she tried to gather the strength to speak, but she couldnβt. At the very first syllable, her voice cracked and she broke down into heavy sobs of sorrow.
"Mrs Katherine? What is going on? Mrs Katherine....?"
No answer to be found... Just uncontrollable tears from the other side of the line. For the first time, Mrs. Jackson was crying out loud β a mother utterly heartbroken over her sonβs pain.
Y/N hung up the phone, put on her coat and a raincoat on top, and ran to her car. She knew something bad had happened, because Mrs. Jackson had never shown such weakness before, not even as a woman who had given birth to nine children.
Thirty minutes later....
Y/N quickly got out of the car and ran to knock on the door of the Jackson family's house. Rebbie opened the door. Her eyes were red, teary, and puffy. She nodded at Y/N to come inside and as soon as Y/N stepped in, she could hear the sounds of crying coming from the living room. There. she found Mrs. Jackson sitting on her favorite red velvet armchair, sobbing. Tissues were scattered everywhere around her as Mrs. Jackson grabbed another tissue to wipe her runny nose and signaled Y/N to come closer. Y/N knelt down next to her, reaching out her hand to ease her agitation.
"What going on mama?"
"Oh, baby... Michael...."
Looking at her face puzzled, Y/N felt like an electric wire hit her body with thousand watts. The pores on her skin shrank as a sudden hit of cold breeze hit her spine and made her shiver. Her hand moved to Mrs. Jackson's hand and she hold it back tight while shaking...
"Michealβ¦ Had an accidentβ¦"
"WHAT? Where? Where is he? How did that happened...?"
"He is at the Cedars-Sinai Medical Centerβ¦ For nowβ¦ The accident happened by an explosion of some kind of, um studio ceiling light.. We don't know how exactly yetβ¦ Tito called here and told mamaβ¦ And you seeβ¦."
Rebbie tried to remain calm, as her hand was grabbed tighter this time, now facing his mother. Shaking her head, Rebbie continued:
"He got second and third degree burns on his head and doctors are doing their best to help him..."
*Driiiiiiiiiiiiing....... Driiiiiiing......*
"Hello? Jermaine? Where's Jackie and Tito? Are you all together? Okay good. Where? Brotman Memorial Hospital? If the doctors told you that, then they know better... No I don't know why but follow their orders. No, I'll stay with mama, I ain't leaving her alone. Y/N is here too with us. Uhuh, yes... I'll tell her don't worry... Call us as soon as you have news about Mike ok? Thank you. Yes, okay, I'll tell her."
Hanging up the phone, Rebbie sat across her mother and hold her hand while caressing Y/N shoulder. Sighing out in relief she kissed her mother's hand.
"Momma.... Don't worry sweet momma... Neither you, sister. Mike is gonna to be alright. They transfer him to Brotman Memorial Hospital where they are specialized in burn care and treatment. Jermaine told me just now that the doctor from the other hospital order for his transportation as soon as possible in order to save what they can. But Y/N...? All of them insist you to go and be close to Micheal."
"That's why I called you four times peachy. I knew from the moment I saw what happened to my precious boy, my baby wouldn't wanna see anyone. Not even his own family out of embarrassment. But you... He let's you see him in all his phases and all his private silent moments... You got to go, to be there next to him. Do it for me, as favor..."
"You don't need to ask me anything mama. You know that I'll always be here for all of you. You are my family... My mother... You raised me and I owe you everything I own. Rebbie sweetie, once I'll reach to the hospital I'll call you, if anything comes up ok? Take care of yourselves. I'll call you."
Grabbing her keys in a clumsy way, Y/N stumbled on the edge of the carpet on her way out of the living room. This made Mrs. Jackson and Rebbie burst into laughter as she turned around with a funny, childish expression on her face, smiling at her own clumsiness, and headed outside the house. She was glad she had made them laugh even in this situation and rushed back to the car and drove to the hospital that was almost an hour away from.
The Jackson's brothers and sisters were all there, some sitting and some walking up and down outside the surgery waiting hall... Their father Joseph saw Y/N running towards them, from the counter and walk to greet her like the rest of them did.
"Can't believe you made it so soon..."
"Believe my speeding ticket then."
Holding it out for everyone to see it as she was dripping wet and out of breath from the rain, the family members burst into soft chuckles as LaToya reached out to hug her as well as Janet. Y/N smile kindly at everyone and then they waited.....
The clock hands were moving terribly slow... No one could sleep, nurses were rushing in and out of those white cold doors, but no one spoke to the family, no one was telling them what was going on... After two hours that felt like a whole century the doctor appeared in his green scrubs approaching the family in a positive and hopeful tone in his voice as he asked for their attention. Everyone stood up and calmly with a soft voice started asking questions about Michael. Until Joseph stepped in and everyone backed up. Y/N didnt move at all from the corner she was standing all alone... Joseph looked at her and then focused on the doctor.
"What is going on Dr.? Is Michael alright?"
"We managed to stabilized him.. But... His right side, the temporal region of his head and face was mostly and permanently damaged. His hair are completely gone from that side, with some loss on the left side as well. The top of his head β specifically the epicranial (galea) aponeurosis β along with the occipitofrontalis muscle on the lower back of his skull, had suffered the most damage. These were the most difficult areas to tread and restore with any skin tissue we could find... Yet he is going to need at least a month in the hospital to recieve some extra procedures in order to fix as much as loss skin tissue as possible."
Everybody nod in understandment of doctor's words and before he leaves, he turns around walking in hesitation towards the Jackson's, still Y/N is standing on the back, lost in her thoughts...
"Mr Jackson, strictly order that he won't accept any visitor for the time being. He is conscious of course but when he arrived here and after he awoke from the sedation... He kept mumbling a name... Ummm, what was it? Uuuumm.... No... I think.... Y/N? Do you know anyone with his name?"
All heads turned towards her. Her eyes were filled with sadness and sorrow as her mind kept on diving into darker thoughts of what had happened to her beloved best friend. Janet walked to her and hold her tightly in her arms as she whispered softly..
"You hear that? Mike was thinking only you. He doesn't wanna see anyone... But your name never left his lips. I believe that you are the only person he will allow to see him in that state. Stay stong sister, our Michael needs you and I know how much you wanna be there by his side.."
"Miss Y/N?"
A nurse interrupted the soft spoken conversations that were echoing the walls of the cold waiting hall room, and she stood up.
"Yes?"
"Follow me please..."
Y/N looked at everyone before leaving the room. No one said a single word. They all knew what Y/N meant to Michael β she was his safe space, his one and only truly loyal friend, and the only person who would never judge him for anything.
She felt her feet going numb as she followed the nurse down the hallway on the third floor. The nurse finally stopped outside the last door, which read 377. This was the private area designed for specialized treatments. The nurse handed her a mask and a pair of gloves to wear before entering the room.
Inside, Y/N heard the monitor of his heart rate and then saw Michael lying there with a gauze hat covering the top of his head. His eyes were cold and empty. He had just woken up from sedation and was feeling exhausted from the extremely strong painkillers he was receiving β the kind that could knock an elephant out. She carefully took small steps not to interrupt his thinking, yet his eyes lost their concentration now fixed on hers. This time, he knew he could let it all out, after the nurse left the room for the two of them to talk, his voice cracked as tears started to fall on his bed sheets and robe.. He couldn't practise his voice that moment and release his natural voice, lower tone, more masculine...
"Y/N. I... I can't believe... Can't believe what happened to me....."
"Your mother told me... How did that happened?"
"I don't know... Everything happened in few seconds... I can't even remember anything.. Only the burning sensation spreading all over my head, I was trying to stop it and to find out later that I will permanently have bold spots for the rest of my life... I'm ruined..."
"You are not ruined sweetheart... That was a bad accident... It happened to happen to you. An unfortunate moment in your life..."
"Haven't I had enough a series of misfortunes? Did I need to have more?"
"Maybe.. Think of the worst misfortune you had...?"
"You mean Joseph?"
"I didn't say anything like it. I said think."
"That is all I can think of, though... He stolen my childhood, my dignity just to be his monthly paycheck, and when I decided to become a solo artist and start having the things I want, BANG, this comes and destroys everything..."
"Don't blame yourself, Mike. Please... Look...."
A silver rolling serving tray stood beside Michael, filled with warm chicken and corn soup with rice, accompanied by a piece of bread and some lemon Jell-O. Next to it was a tall glass of his favorite fresh-squeezed orange juice with a white-and-red striped plastic straw. Y/N brought the tray closer to him. Michael hesitated to eat anything at all. She looked at him with sad eyes, lifted the spoon, and brought the warm bowl closer to him.
"You don't have to eat it all, Mike. Just try a little. I'm going to eat with you, okay? But you need to take a few bites so the medicine can work properly, yes? Otherwise your stomach is going to cause you new troubles, and you surely don't need that, right?"
Michael's eyes looked at his best friend's eyes as she blowed softly to the spoon to cool the soup a bit and he opened his mouth to savor it. He smile slightly without breaking his eye contact to hers. She feed him some more and then he shook his head as he was expecting her to eat some as well.. Taking few bites herself, Michael then decline to eat anything else and lay back as Y/N fixed his pillows to make him more comfortable. The nurse then stepped in to inform that the visiting hours are over. But Michael kindly insisted that he spoke with the clinic's CEO and doctor, and specifically asked for Y/N to stay as long as she wants to. The nurse then apologised in advance and left the room once more. Michael stared at her face for the very first time, he felt invincible, stronger than ever when he was looking at her. He hair, her pretty face.. Her pretty eyes, her gentle touch of hers causing him to need it more and more especially now. As she stood up to leave, he stopped her by calling her name
"Y/N? Please... Don't leave..."
"I won't leave I told you, I promise!"
"I don't wanna be alone... I'm scared..."
"Look darling... I'm herewith you, I'll stay here, for you, you are not alone."
"You were so far away..."
"But, I'm here to stay... With you okay?"
Y/N leaned in to kiss his cheek while caressing his hand. At that moment, a single tear escaped Michael's beautiful big brown eyes. It was in this exact moment that he realized she meant more to him than just a best friend. He didnβt know how to explain itβ¦ but the feeling was there for sure. Heading to the closet she took out two blankets and placed one on Michael's bed to cover him, not to feel cold and one for her.
Afterwards, she pulled a sofa close to his bed and placed a small footrest chair nearby so she could extend her legs covering herself now and hold his hand until they both fall asleep.
The next morning, the sun found both Michael and Y/N still holding hands. Michael had woken up earlier than her. As he watched the gentle light caressing her perfect skin, he caught himself daydreaming the impossible... He let her hand as she opened her eyes, there was cold expression on his face... The room felt colder and smaller...
"Goodmorning."
"Goodmorning. How you feel?"
"Better..."
...............
"I think you should go."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just go please?"
She didn't hesitate, but his eyes frighten her to the point she quickly gathered her things and left. A small whimper escaped her lips like a crying made his heart sink for a second.. He couldn't brush off the feeling he was feeling before that's why he turned into cruel man when he talked to her. Michael was scared... His best friend? Now? He didn't want to take advantage of her, he knew her his whole life. What will happen if they split? If they break up, will they be able to keep talking to each other? And what about his mom and siblings? Convinsing himself he did the right thing, he finally was left with his ultimate fear overcoming him... Clowdy rainy days passed, no sign of his best friend. Not a letter or anyone to tell him that she came by... Whenever someone from his family member was visiting him, he was telling them that he needed to be alone... On the 14th of February, two weeks after, on Valentine's day, Michael requested Brian to send black and red roses and orchids to Y/N. A hand writter letter wrote:
Forgive me for being so cruel.... I know I'm the worst, but it's not easy to explain why I acted like that, believed me... I got pretty scared... Please... Forgive me....
The same day he send them, same day he recieved them back with a hand written note underneath his letter:
I can't explain your reaction, but you deeply hurt me. Please don't contact me again....
his pulse dropped into substantial low beats as Janet screamed for help, nurses rushed into the room and immediately asked Janet to step outside. Without wasting another second, Janet called Y/N from the hospital and begged her to come as soon as possible. Y/N didnβt need to think twice. She knew Janet would never lie, especially about her favorite brother.
As the doctor desperately tried to revive Michael, the door opened by one nurse to call for assistance, he heard a familiar voice. That moment something magical happened. Everything returned to normal β his heartbeat, his oxygen levels, and his blood pressure. It was the sweet sound of her voice. Even in the midst of all that chaos, a new melody began to form in his mind.
She stayed by his side and refused to leave, knowing that Michael could deteriorate again at any moment. As she walked into the room, she saw him sleeping peacefully and gently kissed his forehead. The sweet scent of her sandalwood, gardenia, and jasmine perfume tickled his nostrils. He woke up, grabbed her hand firmly she hugged him tightly.
"I'm really sorry.. I don't know what happened, but I want you to know that I regret it. I'll never stop apologising to you until you forgive me Y/N."
"Shhhh hush applehead... I forgive you okay? Hush now, rest...."
Days passed. Y/N continued going in and out of the hospital, leaving only long enough to take a quick shower, visit the Jackson family to update them on Michaelβs condition, and then hurry back to his side. Almost a month went by, and all his procedures were finally complete. He still needed to return to the hospital from time to time for hyperbaric oxygen chamber treatments.
During the days he spent in the hospital, he and Y/N visited many of the sections where children and adults were suffering from severe burns. He wanted to be there for them. Seeing how much empathy Michael carried within his soul β even while he himself was still in pain β made Y/Nβs heart skip a beat. She found herself craving to be closer to him and to protect him.
Before leaving the hospital for good, Michael gave his settlement from the Pepsi incident as a donation to the burned victims to help with their treatment. When he was asked by the interviewers if he needed anything, he looked at Y/N and shook his head saying
"I need nothing at all, I have everything I ever wanted, close to me."
He smiled, took Y/N by the hand, and drove her back to his house. Once there, they both settled into his music room. Michael sat at the piano while staring tenderly at her, he pressed the first note, then a second one. Slowly, as she watched his fingers dancing across the keys, he began to sing...
Whisper three words and I'll come running
And girl you know that I'll be there
I'll be there
You are not alone
I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
But you are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
But you are not alone...
A very special thank you to @achingletters for this amazing idea!! Hope you iked it... I tried my best... π₯Ίπ πβ€β¨ Let me know in the comments your thoughts, moonwalkers!!
Content and small warning: MJ HIStory era/MTV VMAS, Reader Y/N, starstruck, fashination, teasing, turn on, teasing, soft smut, maybe pinning from MJ to Y/N?
September 7, 1995
Summer just finished but the atmosphere smelled like sand and sea, salty, bitter, warm and cozy enough to make this summer night even more special. Y/N took her place in the crowd, first line row exactly in the middle seat, there was her name. She wasn't a star, oh no. She was a serial entrepreneur owning plenty of her businesses. From fashion line industry creator to charities but no one knew about that one. Collaborating with famous fashion lines and Hollywood industry, common and famous people knew her only by her first name, Y/N. A silky mystery with a smell of black roses mixed with musk and sandalwood coated with vanilla and bergamond for lighter tones, her parfum was presenting her as a powerful and graceful strong force that people couldn't bare to talk to her for over 2 minutes. Her aura was so strong and captivating that people around her were mezmerized by her looks, making them stutter and stumble on their words. But that dress she wore.... A silky red wine color maxi dress... Could drive any man crazy and indeed was driving them crazy that night. Complementing her hourglass figure. her long hair falling like waterfall on her back, she didn't overdo it with her make up, kept it simple but her lips stand out the most. Matched the color of her dress...
Giving quick interviews and answers to paparazzis here and there, it was finally time for the invitees to take their seats at the Radio City Music Hall in New York City. Finding her seat and sitting comfortably the show finally started. Artists cameup on the stage, presenting their shows but she was unamused. Boring representantion of the fabulous songs along with scrubby costumes and bad choreographies, who could blame her though? Thirty minutes of pure boredom shows, endless presentations and few awards later, the room slowly dim the lights and fell into darkness. Only a single soft light appeared from the ceiling of the stage creating a circle on the stage floor.
Sound of steps echoed all over the hall...
A known airy figure walked almost floating on the stage.
Slim, strong and steady...
"To those who love to live in dangerously this one is for you..."
He spoke in a mysterious way as backup dancers approached him to dress him in black tuxedo, placing his favorite black fedora hat, carefully stretching his arms to fit into the jacket, the soundtrack of James Bond played all over the room like James Bond himself would appeared. But oh my, Michael was a better fit for the role... Dancers were jumping up and down, here and there giving Michael plenty of time to adjust to the clothes, and then....
Shotguns...
The dancer who was covering Michael's appearance, felt by fake bullets followed by the other dancers as well, and there he was... Standing all by himself, light came up and enlight the whole stage, placing the main light on the star of the show. He looked like a person who could truly play James Bond in his own way, short black curls, breathtaking appearance and such magnetic charm even the audience, males and females kept screaming in excitement and adoration towards the King of Pop. Yet.. Yet his eyes fell right across the seating arrangment line, exactly right in front of him...
"Red..."
He thought to himself smirking like a devilish charmer and started the choreography, yet underneath the fedora hat his eyes were looking at her... The mysterious Lady in Red... He knew she was looking at him. He could feel her eyes caressing his body, like a feather that touches the wind...
Beginning to say the intro of Dangerous, he took few steps snapping his fingers through the lyrics, he fixed his eyes on the stanger woman across the stage...
"The way she came into the place,
I knew right then and there
There was something different about this girl..."
Pointing with a nod towards Y/N, she felt her heart pounding fast in the her chest making her cheeks flushy blush underneath the already make up covered face of hers, but he could see her quick inhales and exhales she made as he dance and wiggling his head towards the end of the stage, only a few feet away from the crowd, then BAM!!! A dancer raiced both feet and arms on air, like he got a real kick, Michael run his fingers on his belt line and with a smooth move he placed his hand in his trouser, desperately wanting to control his semi hardness not to become bigger due to the fact that he was a gentleman but terribly turned on by that lady, continuing singing, still snapping his fingers along the rythm between the lines:
"The way she moved her hair, her face, her lines..."
Raising his right hand and grabbing his lower abs with his left, like he used to touch his metalic belt on the late 80s in Bad era, he knew that this movement could make any woman faint or go crazy...
" Divinity in motion.
As she stalked the room,
I could feel the aura of her presence
Every head turned feeling passion and lust..."
Y/N caught her self biting slightly her lower lip and on the inside area made it bleed a bit.. She couldn't understand why Michael had this affect on her, but she never met any man who could thrill her like that... He kept on dancing, never taking his burning eyes off her presence and kept doing his number. On the second chorus of
"The girl was persuasive,
the girl I could not trust"
Grabbing his crotch to avoid again the bad mouthing of journalists of him having an erection during the previous movements of shaking his pelvis in a very sensual way, almost like showing her how he would love to do with her right that moment, he enjoyed teasing her soooo baaaaad..... He could spot almost a drop of sweat forming at the right side of her neck, Michael wanted to bury his nose there and lick her soft skin with his tongue.... Pointing at her while singing the line
"The girl was bad,
the girl was dangerous..."
A back up dancer approach the lead singer and with fast moves and a fake knife, right that moment that move made a history in Michael's future choreographies.. Mr. Jackson removed the cigarette from the dancer's lips and flip that man over knocking him to the floor. Stepping over him, avoiding to hurt him, he kept on dancing while there was a small mix of Smooth Criminal into the song Dangerous, wanting to point out that Y/N had both of these qualities to him.
Finishing the song by taking the posture of his right hand on the air and his left fingers hang on his belt line, his eyes were covered almost fully by his fedora hat... Michael couldn't wait to meet her on the backstage or at the party, to smell her parfum that was weaken him the whole time. Raising his head a bit his lips formed into a small smirk, then he bite his lower lip and waved goodbye to his fans sending them kisses. For a minute he stopped walking backwards while carefully licking his lips out of breath still looking at the mysterious lady across the room that made him had multiple small accidents, like, causing him to have his flag lifted through almost all of his performances. The crowd got up, applauding loudly towards Michael Jackson and his crew and now was the time to see her full figure.
It was exactly like he imagined it, maybe even way better... Curvy, seductive from head to toes, she was like a violin, feeling the need to need to run his fingers along her strings and play with her...
Giving a deep bow to the audience as his entire stage show time ended, he lifted his head softy up to the crowd he winked at her once more, much quicker this time, before vanishing to the backstage... His mind was trapped into the image of hers, it couldn't leave him in peace after witnessing the enchantress with the capturing eyes staring at him with a seductive way, the crossing of her legs from time to time revealing the muscle lines she has from years of training to maintain that phenomenal body shape of hers and it was that specific movement that was driving him crazy, the pushing of her hair to her back once there were falling in the front, her delicate fingers where tangling in between the hair strips, placing them back to reveal her perfect foxy eyes with her collabones standing out like sharp blades wanting to kiss them so eagerly.
Once the awards ended everybody walked to the bigger hall for the afterparty. There they were, every single musical star, lets say few of them shall we : from Whitney Houston to James Brown, Snoop Dogg, Madonna, Bryan Addams and David Bowie but there were not just singers but also famous actors and actresses like George Clooney, Catherine Zeta Jones and many others who really love to attend to such big events to expand their circle of public relations... Y/N didn't need that. She was always greeted and spoke to from different famous people congradulating her for her big financial support in their movies or shark producers that she knew damn well how to play and manipulate them, tricking them believing that she will give them what they want. But she always had the last word to everything. Nothing was happening without her consent or approval. Even her own lawyers were fearing her mind, that was an endless labyrinth they couldn't get out of it. But.... Her eyes were searching for the slim figure singer with the doe eyes, pouting her lips as he was nowhere to be seen... A dark shadow was way behind her... She felt a pair of eyes following her every step hoping it was him, yet "He maybe went home", she told to herself and escaped to the gardens outside the party to get some fresh air from all the smoke that was trapping her inside that party hall.
Raising her head to the sky, it was cloudless, clear and beautiful. The stars that night were brighter than any other night of the summer that passed, the moon was full snd a nostalgia of something she never had suddenly hit her. Her heart was in vain from losing the one man who made her heart beat fast after years of loneliness and isolation to work and provide for those who were in need. Sitting down to the small carved bench that looked like it came out from a fairytale, small fireflies were flying here and there between the shaped shrubberies and different flowers... Wrapping the pashmina around her shoulders, long musculine fingers assist her to unfold the piece that was wrapped by one string on the left side. Jumping almost scared from the touch on her back, the fendora man was standing there before her.
"I'm sorry, did I scare you?"
His soft gentle voice calmed her instantly and nodded smiling, coughing a bit to clear her throat she sat down again:
"I should be the one apologising Sir. You did nothing wrong..."
"How do you know?" licking his lips slowly to hydrate them from the feeling he had when he was looking at her, fearing the previous thing won't come back to insult her in any way....
"Well if you were to cause me any harm, you wouldn't have touched just my back. Right?"
"And all these rumors that are going around...?"
"I don't... I don't believe in anything..."
"Why?"
"Call it, intuition. I trust my gut. And you are nothing like it."
"Guess we both know each other, don't we?"
Wrapping her pashmina again, Y/N pointed the seat next to her. His steps felt so effortlessly and sat beside her both of them now staring at the moon. They didn't talk for ten whole minutes. But he couldn't let her go, he reach out his hand grabbed her gently tangling his fingers between her.
"Are you feeling cold?"
"Don't mind. I am always like that..."
"For a fiery lady, you are kinda coldish..."
He said it in a funny, childlike way, joking to break the ice between them. He let go of her hand, slipped off his jacket, and gently placed it over her shoulders. Then he stood up and extended his hand to help her to her feet like a true gentleman, offering to take a quiet walk through the garden to warm her up a bit.
As they walked and shared their thoughts, he caught himself more than once fighting the overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms and protect her.
βYou know, Y/Nβ¦ itβs been a loooong, loooooong, loooooong time since someone made me think about anything besides whatβs going on in my own life. Or faced me without feeling like they had to impress meβ¦ or like they owed me something just because Iβm famous. You make me feelβ¦β He sighed softly. βI donβt even knowβ¦β
βWhat?β she asked gently.
βAll the things weβve talked aboutβhow much you care about this planet the same way I do, the people all over the worldβ¦ and especially when I learned how many children youβve helped. Way more than Iβve managed to in all these years. I feel like I know you fromβ¦ maybe a previous life? It might sound silly, but I wonβt hide it. When I saw you sitting in the front row, I felt this sort of feverish pull toward you. And now itβs the same feelingβ¦ but mixed with this deep need to protect you. To keep you safe. Do you understand?β
"But why?" Y/N asked softly.
"Because if they see me with you, they'll spin a new story... and I don't want to damage your reputation."
"You don't know me or what I can do with my reputation..."
She smirked, raising her right eyebrow at him in clear challenge. The look made him inhale sharply. He hadnβt expected her to answer like that. The romantic mood between them instantly shifted back into raw lust. Hearing her words, he bit his lower lip and stepped behind her, his eyes locked on the seductive sway of her hips as she moved.
"Never assume what people will say if and when I'm with you. That's my business, Mr. Jackson..."
As she brushed past him to enter the building, he was left standing outside, speechless. Her words had left him open-mouthed, forgetting everything as he stared into space. Quickly pulling himself together, he ran after her. Catching sight of her again from a distance, Y/N blended into the party where people were dancing and drinking. Michael pushed through the crowd to find her. The game of cat and mouse was triggering both players in a very seductive wayβhim carefully clearing people out of his path, and her looking back at him as he desperately tried to reach her. She kept moving constantly from side to side, making him feel like a hunter.
He loved how she played him so effortlessly. Yet at one moment, a tall stranger cupped her backside. For the very first time in his life, he felt enraged. He pushed the man back, calling him out for harassing her, and grabbed her wrist, placing himself in front of her to defend her. When the man realized who she was with, he took a step back and left as quickly as possible, fearing that no one who messed with Michael Jackson ever defeated him. People knew about the incident with Tupac and Michael. Yet he was well known for his martial skills in Karate and Kung Fu. Just two years earlier, in 1999, Jackson had been awarded an honorary 5th-degree black belt in Karate. Turning around to see her if she was alright, there they were... Face to face, they stared deeply into each otherβs eyes. Her heart began to beat faster. The dress suddenly felt way too tight, as if the oxygen was being sucked from her lungs. She started to panicβshe couldnβt stay there any longer. Rushing out of the hall, she headed for the restroom at the end of the hallway, the one no one usually used because it was so far from the other rooms. Running in her wine-red heels, she entered the corridor. Suddenly the lights went out, and her breathing quickened with fear as she felt trapped and scared in the darkness. A hand locked onto her wrist, then another seized her other wrist, pinning her against the cold wall of the dark hallway. Y/Nβs ragged inhales and exhales echoed in the silence while the figureβno longer visible in the blacknessβmaintained his firm grip on both of her wrists and slowly leaned closer. He brought his face near her right ear and whispered...
"Don't fight it, don't hide it..." he whispered.
Exhaling once more, his warm, full lips descended on her neckline, tracing a line of kisses mixed with gentle licks from the tip of his tongue that traveled across her collarbones. Y/N moaned at the skillful mouth. It stopped, and he whispered once more,
"There are no secrets. Make your move. Set me freeβ¦"
The familiar scent and low voice gave him away. Their lips clashed in a passionate kiss. He grabbed her right thigh and wrapped it around his waist, their tongues twirling in rhythm with the distant music. The hallway suddenly felt smaller, more intimate. Breaking the kiss to catch their breaths, Y/N ran her fingers through his short curly hair as he rested his forehead against hers. She spoke softly,
"Michael..."
"Don't..."
"Why?"
"Because if we stay here too long, we're going to end up in jail and all over the press..."
Both of them laughed as they shared another quick kiss. Still half-tangled together, they fixed their clothes and walked toward the entrance of the building where his car was waiting. He opened the door without breaking eye contact with Y/N. They slid inside and sat close, bodies pressed together. He leaned in again, his lips brushing hers as he murmured,
"Till the break of dawn, baby..."
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Summary: Special request from @darkgreengrl : A sleepover at y/ns house but the backstory is that tw joseph hit michael and called y/n and she said you can sleepover so he goes over to her house and also y/n has a treehouse that has snacks tv bed etc but they sleep on the floor and look at the stars as theyβre talking y/n comforts Michael and boom a kiss and they watch tv and eat snacks and sleep
Content: young romance, shouts, Joseph being physical absv, phone call, late night meeting, neighbours, fluffy, teasing, stargazing
Big brown eyes glanced over the clock on the wall in his bedroom, struggling to realise what happened earlier, feeling the ache circling his bicep and upper arm. The screams from earlier and the anger that left him still shaking as his long delicate fingers reached to the phone still eyes locked on the clock. It was an hour before midnight but didn't know what else to do after the attack he recieved from his own father some time before.
He needed to talk to someone. And that someone was always THAT one person. Her... Y/N...
In this lonely world he was living in, and lonely as he grew, the only person who could understood him was Y/N. He never felt a hint of judgment from her, always there to calm his nervousness and high levels of anxiety whenever he was returning back from the long tours with his brothers and father/manager. She knew how much Michael hated the tours especially when he was with his father in control of every single detail. That irritate Michael to his very core and didn't wanna work for him but it was either his way or the fight way. And boy he was scared of his dad so much. To be fair who wouldn't be scared of a former boxer who transformed into a sudden manager and your whole life instead of having a father you had someone you were calling him by his first name as your manager ONLY? Every single time Michael was returning, his body weighted less that the previous tour, but he knew with Y/N he would easily help him come back to his senses and start eating again normally, gaining back his lost weight. Thank God that my bestie is a vegetarian and she cooks amazing like an angel, he kept thinking every time he was coming back there was always a delicious home cooked meal everyday waiting for him no matter what time it was, she wanted to take care of him. Turning the numbers on the rotary phone, he placed the handset over his right ear waiting for the rings to go off and hear her voice. One, two, three... His desperation was building up slowly as he started praying for her to answer the phone... Four, five, si.....
"Hhello??"
"Y/N?"
"Mikey!! When did you come?"
Silenced followed and after a long heavy exhale, he swallowed and sigh...
"Wanna come over applehead?"
His eyes went excitingly wide by her suggestion, like she always knew what he wanted to hear without him asking for it. Smiling from ear to ear, almost forgetting what happened earlier he rushed and returned in his room and took the small silver box he had bought from his favorite thrift shop on the last stop of the tour. Placing it carefully and thankfully, his red leather jacket was making his torso puffier so Y/N wouldn't know that he hid it there inside. Walking outside of it to the hallway entrance without saluting anyone, just a small smile to his mother Katherine and Janet that were sitting together in the living room as his eyes were still sad, he stepped outside the front door and walk to Y/N's house. Thankfully it was pretty close to his and he didn't need to walk for a long time. Within five minutes, he opened the porch carefully not to disturb the neighbours and throw a small stone at Y/N's window. Seeing that she didn't respond he throw another one, a soft light shadow of a female silhouette appeared on the reflection of the crystal clear window behind the beige curtains, opening them softly he stood still smiling at her presence. Opening the window, she whispered:
"Give me a minute, I'll be right down."
"You won't let me in?"
"Wait..."
Closing it quickly, she banged her elbow at the corner of the window, she hold it with a funny expression on her face, always making Michael cracking up. He couldn't help but giggle at her expression as she give him a small signal "I'm watching you" making him break in a loud laugh even more. Holding his mouth quickly to shush himself, he felt the box sliding outside putting it back quickly to his torso. Y/N walked outside finding Michael fixing his clothes carefully she smiled and hugged him gently. That moment, he couldn't help but wrap his arms around her waist and drunk himself in her essence of her perfume, his favorite scent all over the world. He remember the time when they were kids, how much his best friend wanted to create perfumes, she had a unique nose that could make wonderful combinations of scents... But that specific night, she smelled like amber, jasmine and sandalwood with a hidden smell of desert rose... That made his legs go weak for a moment as he squeezed her more for the very first time while caressing her hair, Y/N felt wonderful by this side of him cause he wasn't a long time hugging holder. She let go only when he did and boy did that last like two long minutes...
"Where will we go?"
"Ugh, duh? Neverland.."
"Where?"
"I've got a surprise for you, Peter Pan... Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination!"
Y/N sang one of his favorite musical songs, her voice echoed in his ears like a liquid gold honey giving him sweet goosebumps, as she fold her hand into his and they run to the other side of her house where there was a small forest reaching out to the biggest tree.. Right that moment Michael's jaw dropped on the ground as he was staring at the amazing treehouse stuttering and trying to find the right words to connect them to make a full sentence but it was impossible for him...
"You.... ght.... um... How... How did... Didddd, did you.... Do that?"
"Come on... This is nothing. Just... My father asked me what I wanted to have as my personal space, since there is always someone in the house and I can't write or read or paint or put my favorite music on... There was always someone who got disturbed by whatever I was doing and I couldn't take it anymore. Then one day he saw me carying woods to the other side of the house, chopping them and using his building tools to make some planks.. He realised what I was trying to do and called some of his friends to help me build this. TA-DA. Let's go inside."
Taking the keys out of her pocket they both climbed the stair and she opened the door. There was her own personal humble home, fitted to their style. A small living room, bookshelf filled with their favorite books most of them gifted by Michael himself, a tiny kitchen where she can cook, a chemical toilet and portable shower and to the next door a big space bedroom. Double size wooden bed with a matress and completely white sheets that almost illuminate the room from the brightness of them. He walked to it and saw a rope close to the bed, frowning eyes he touched it as he tried to explain what it was.
"Pull it..."
He did as he was told to and suddenly the ceiling of the bedroom cracked open, as 4 pieces of wood opened up like a magic box revealing a fiber glass window covering the connected walls and exposing the beautiful autumn clear sky with the stars shining bright. Michael's couldn't help but smiling at the view inside every corner of the treehouse and then at Y/N eyes now gazing upon every corner of her face, she kept her eyes fixed bringing her face upwards to search for some hidden stars, he felt like he longed to be with her after all this time away. Looking back to him smiling softly and then took his hand walking him to the small couch in the living room, preparing him his favorite mixed herbal tea. Michael always loved drinking herbal teas mostly, but the mixture that Y/N was doing was one of his favorites. Ginger, lime and honeysuckle with some chamomile and honey for sweetness.
"What is it going to be for today?"
"That is another surprise for you.."
"You are full of surprises aren't you?" ...... "So tell me how have you been lately?"
"Oh well, building my own house, took like three months to build it and make it usable and practical... Then I devoted my time, *turning to face him while holding the teapot and pouring hot water into the mugs sighing in a funny way* since I was alone and you were away, I decided create more perfumes and to learn how to balance their scents. The one I wear now... I started it four months before you leave and I perfected it last week. Your mother went crazy over it and begged me to make her one too."
"I smelled it. Guuurl you are going to break hearts wearing it. I seriously want you to make me a signature scent too. I mean, you know that I can't deal with bad smells of any kind. Right?"
"I sure know. But... I don't know what type of scents you like though... But first... What's up with the sudden call?"
She asked as his eyes fell on the floor staring at the wine red color carpet... He could spot his favorite color at every corner of the tree house. Y/N knew how much he loves the color red and made sure to make this house feel like his. Sighing out he wiped off his single tear that was formed at the corner of his right eye. Shaking his head in disbelief he couldn't face her out of embarrassment, she felt it and took both mugs of the herbal teas placing them on the coffee table right infront of them. Her hand slipped into his as the other cupped his right cheek.
"Don't cry applehead... I'm here with you. You don't have to talk if you don't feel like it. But don't feel sad into your house."
"My house?"
"Of course silly boy."
"This is mine... Too?"
"This is our secret hideaway. Whenever you feel like you suffocate and you need to run away... You can come here, escape the real world and be in Neverland, be Peter Pan like you always wanted to."
Since they were teenagers they gave each other pet names. Y/N always knew that Michael used to call himself Peter Pan cause he didn't want to grow up. And he called her Snow White, he was font of that movie and loved her high pitched voice that matched Y/N voice too. He liked how shy she was but when she was singing it was like she was singing only for him. Never in front of her or his family, like her voice belonged only to him. For many years Michael loved to lay his head on her lap and Y/N running her fingers in his hair singing to him his favorite musical songs or songs in general that matched her voice. That made him feel safe, like someone could understand his soul.
"Well, Snow White... Joe had me again... He shout at me and called me names and... Look..."
He raised his jacket and showed her the bruices around his arm from the aggresive grab that Joe gave him. Drinking his now luke warm tea quickly, another tear felt from his eyes... She caressed the bruiced area carefully and placed a small kiss on it, his breath was caught by the touch of her lips on his skin. He wondered how her lips would feel on his...
"Don't let him get into you Mike. He doesn't deserve you or your talent. Leave him. Next tour announce that this will be your last tour with them and go solo. You already did Thriller right? Your very own single solo and you did it terrific. Stand on your ground and leave him, your brothers will surely understand and they will support you no matter what. I believe they want this too but they don't know how to do it, so be the first one. Take your chance and who knows? Only then he will start to respect and fear you."
"You are right. I do need to do that. I have to do that. Quincy said plenty of times, but I wasn't sure. Now that I have you saying it I believe that it will be the right thing to do. Thank you angel..."
"I think I know how to fix your mood..."
"How?"
"Let go inside, that will be the last surpise for tonight..."
"Oh I got one for you too..."
"For me?"
"Yeap..."
Both finishing their teas, Michael had an idea. He looked at the bedroom and smirk playfully and cutely at her while biting his lower lip and covering his face not wanting her to understand how shy he became. Y/N raised her eyebrow smiling and took some treats from the top shelf and walked into the bedroom, him following up. What surprised him the most is the hidden TV behind the wooden cupboard that she lift from the wall.. VCR underneath it and tapes hidden behind other unseeable cupboards on the wall. All she needed was to push them inside and they would pop outside. Very clever of her he thought as they picked to watch Grease. The movie started and they both sat on the extremely fluffy almost cloudy matress, that made Michael excited. He never felt so light and comfortable in any matress he ever sat on layed on, headrest was filled with soft pillows, they both lay and opened Cheez Balls, Tato Skins and Peanut Butter Boppers his favorite snacks of that time. They sung Grease, Summer Nights and after those songs they both had their single solo song, Y/N sang Hopelessly devoted to you while looking and pointing at Michael, he blushed so hard his cheeks became so red that matched his jacket biting his lower lip and then the song Sandy came up and Michael dedicated it to her. He couldn't take his eyes off his best friend like saying I'm sorry for being away for so long. When he sang the line
"Oh Sandy, baby
Someday, when hi-i-igh school is done
Somehow, someway
Our two worlds will be one
In heaven forever and ever we will be
Oh, please say you'll stay, oh Sandy"
he felt on his knees tangled their fingers together and when the song ended they both laughed yet felt feverish by the electricity in the atmosphere. Munching on their snack their favorite song came up... You are the one that I want they both stand on the matress and dance all over the house imitating the characters in the movie. By the end on the song they both jump and fell on the matress laughing uncontrollably. Right that moment between the chillness of the room and the warmness of their after dance, Michael stare at Y/N red face as she was trying to catch a breath from laughing. Then he helped her sit straight on the bed he took out a small box.
"I got it at our last stop. I asked them to stop at Salvation Army..."
"Your favorite shop..."
"Yeah... Open it!"
Smiling from ear to ear, she carefully opened it and there it was. A white gold coin shape locket. As she opened it there were two engraved letters inside M & Y/N... She was thrilled by his gift and took it out to wear it. His hands carefully remove her hair to the side and locked the necklace around her neck placing a small kiss on the side. Catching her off guard, he couldn't take it anymore, licked his lips nervously and when she turned around he crash his lips oh hers. His fingers crawled on the corner on her collarbones and caress the back of her neck gently, small moans escaped their lips, humming softly to her lower lips locking it and sucking it between his. Their very first kiss surprised both of them not wanting to break it fast. He wanted it to last for a long time, but something was scaring him. How will she react? Will she feel repulse and push him away? Breaking it quickly, she looked him surprisingly and grab his jacket colar pulling him closer to her, he bite his lower lip once more and kissed her again. More passionately this time but sweetly, tongues tangled into their own rythm as the room felt in silence, all they could hear were their own heavy breaths trying to catch up from the deep kiss they shared. After few moments they break it softly he placed soft kisses all over her face making her giggle by his gentle touch, moving his lips down to her neck. He burried his face into her neck and took a long inhale of her scent and stayed there.
" Can I sleep here tonight? I wanna stay burried in your neck and smell your scent, to wake up next to you.."
"Of course baby... Welcome to our home.."
He kissed her once more and they both fell asleep in each other's arms...
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Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29 1958 - June 25 2009)
To honor this memory today, for anyone who wants or feels like they want to talk to Mr. Michael Jackson, I'll roleplay for you and I promise I'll act just like him. This is for honoring his memory only. Please do not think ill of my action to roleplay our Legend cause portraiting him in roleplaying isn't anything like pretending and living like him. Nothing of it. I only do it cause we all somehow wanted to speak to him at least one time. So whoever wants to speak with me roleplaying MJ feel free. Even anons. You are all welcome. From wherever place you are I wish you a wonderful day, noon, afternoon and night. God bless you all!! MICHAEL JACKSON IS NUMBER ONE AND HE ALWAYS LOVED US. Rest in peace LEGEND.
