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MJ at Elizabeth Taylor’s birthday in 1997

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Confrontation becomes a Confession.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: Alcohol, Language.

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 3.3k ( I got carried away)

a/n: this is my first pic please be nice to me 😔

not proofread lowkey.

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Michael called you up one day and dropped the news to you. He’d be starring in The Wiz, along side the broadway actress Stephanie Mills. 

You were so elated to hear the news as you also loved the play, you’ve seen it countless times knowing line, song, and dance step. Upon hearing this, he also invited you to spend the weekend with him in his apartment in New York that he was provided. Now for a while now you have had an extreme crush on him -not to his knowledge- for quite some time so when he offered you a weekend to visit him , you basically heard “Come spend the weekend alone with me.” You immediately agreed and set gave him the day you’d be coming so you can have your flight arranged.  About 2 months  later after finally getting some approved PTO off work you fly there. When you arrive to your bestfriends luxury apartment and he immediately tackles you at the door with a hug.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He said, kissing both your cheeks. “How was your flight?”

You blushed at the interaction, even though that’s how you both greet and say goodbye to one another, you still can’t help but get butterflies at the touch of his soft lips against your skin.

“It was great, Michael. I’m just glad I can finally stretch my legs out” You said, as you took in the surroundings.

The living room was bright and open, fearing large windows that provided city views, furnished with comfortable low-profile sofas. The dining area was an open modern-plan section with a sleek glass topped table and upholstered chairs, directly adjacent to a tidy sunlit kitchen. Walking in further you see the balcony, featuring iron furniture where Michael could overlook the Manhattan streets.

“Wow, this place is amazing!” You say, taking a seat on his couch.

“I know right? This is my first time being on my own and it feels great, I have more freedom and can do whatever I want without everyone in my family in my business.” He replied. 

Michael walks into what seems to be his spare room placing your belongings in there, he peeks his head out for a moment and calls for you to come to him. 

“This is where you’ll be staying.” He smiled. “My room is on the other end of the hall in case you need anything.”

“Michael, thank you so much for this, You’re too kind.” You said.

“Anything for you, girl.” He winked, or at least tried to.  You couldn’t help but laugh at the gesture knowing this man could do pretty much everything else BUT wink.

“So what else have you been doing since filming?” You asked, unpacking your things.

“Well lately, after I get done shooting I go to this club called Studio 54.” He said.

“Clubbing? Wow Mike, I never thought you were the type to go out and party like that.” You teased.

“Me either, but it’s real fun. Escapism, actually.” He beamed. “In fact, we should go tonight I think Stephanie is going. She and I have been spending so much time together and I think you’ll love her.”

You felt a strange sensation in your stomach when he mentions another woman. Although you two are not anything more than best friends, much to your displeasure. It didn’t make you feel any less jealous when he mentioned there’s another woman occupying his time that’s not you at the moment. You couldn’t stomach when Michael talked about other women, whether it be someone from the studio when he was recording or a friend. But the way he was talking about this girl, he seemed way too excited for you two to meet. Almost as if he wants your approval of her. That didn’t sit right in your stomach at all. But nevertheless, you agreed like a dumbass anyway not wanting to disappoint him.

“Sure, Michael. I’ll go. But you owe me a drink.” You said, trying to sound serious.

“You can have as many as you’d like.” He promised. “Now what do you want to eat?”

Later on that night and Michael make your way to Studio 54, you can honestly say this is the best dressed you’ve looked in a while. You hardly has anytime to go out to any night clubs or bars yourself back home with all the late nights you do at work, but when you did find that rare time you went all out, and tonight was no exception. A silk dress coming down your body hugging all your curves- you were a pretty thick girl. You knew this dress would have a bunch of men wanting to fall right at your feet whenever you wore it the way it fell right by your thighs, followed by a pair of heels that really toned your legs. You could’ve sworn Michael stole a few glances at you as he walked with you into the club, but you thought nothing of it, assuming he was just making sure you were comfortable with the large group a people that surrounded you both. 

As you walk in, you’re immediately take in the atmosphere. The glowing lights, the people in outfits the show little to nothing, the smell of body smell goods, lust and sweat mixd into the air as drinks were passed around to everyone, people of all races joined together for a night of fun. Michael’s body guards lead you both to what seems like a VIP section, there you see a beautiful dark skinned woman whose eyes light up as soon as they land on Michael. She walks forward and engulfs him into a hug, which he more than happily returns. This brings this pit in your stomach that you don’t like at the sight, all of the sudden finding the plush seat more interesting.  

Michael turns to face you, “This is Stephanie.” He gestured toward the woman.

She smiled warmly at you, sticking out her hand. “Michael has told me so much about you, It’s so great to finally put a name to a face.” 

“Well, I hope everything he’s told you was good, because if it was bad, don’t believe him.” You joked, returning the handshake.

“Michael only ever says good things about people, it just shows the kind of man he really is.”  Stephanie runs her hand up and down Michael’s chest, and that only makes you shrink back even more. Who the hell is this chick to him? Why is she touching him like that? Like she belongs there. Like she’s his.. 

You’re immediately snapped out of your thought by Michael, calling your name, pulling you over to the seats so you guys can sit and chat. You’re all brought drink menus and a pitcher of waters you sit down. Your eyes scanning the menu knowing tonight was going to be one of those nights. You notice at the corner of your eyes, Michael and Stephanie are sitting way too close to together, if you didn’t know them, you’d thought they were together and that didn’t sit right. You quickly flagged down the nearest bartender that walked by and ordered yourself a drink, you needed to get fucked up and fast. 

Michael looked over from Stephanie and shouted over the booming music, “Everything is under one tab! I’m taking care of my girls tonight!” 

You thanked him and he waved you off.

 “Oh please, I invited you here, I ought to take care of you.” 

You’d could’ve sworn he’d looked you over as he said that. But you cannot allow yourself to be so delusional, right? He would never look your way even you both happen to be the last two people living on this planet. With all the different woman around you see that there were so many better options than you. You didn’t showcase anything that made him even consider liking you in that way, you’re not famous, you don’t sing, dance and or act. You’re just you. He’s Michael. Michael Joe Jackson, part of the Jacksons, the same group who’s sold more than 70 million copies of their music, earned bunch of gold and platinum records. The same guy who’s currently getting cast in a fucking movie right now. Of course he wouldn’t go for you.

“Hey! Are you okay?” You haven’t touched your drink yet.” Michael whispered in your ear. He has once again brought you out of your thoughts. “This is the second time I lost you girl, I’m getting a lil concerned mama.”

You shuddered at the nickname. It wasn’t the first time he’s called you that, why did it feel much different now?”

“Yes, Mikey. I’m fine. I was thinking about some stuff” You mumbled picking up your drink.

“What stuff?” He asked.

“Just work stuff, a lot going on,” You say trying to sound convincing.

He dropped it knowing the answer you gave was bullshit, because he nodded his head in an understanding way.

“Well, you’re here to have fun not think about work. Drink up, girl” He grinned.

You downed your drink in seconds, leaving Michael and Stephanie looking at you with wide eyes.

“Can you tell I’ve had a rough week?”

After many drinks and a ton of shots being passed around between you three, you’re now on the dance floor. You couldn’t wait to just let loose and let your hair down, being on the dance floor, forgetting everything that was plaguing your mind. Hips swaying back and forth beat, head moving side to side without a care in a world. You have a drink in your hand as you’re moving taking sips as you move-giving people around a show. The way your dress raised as your free hand glides around your body, showing more and more skin. Not that you care anyways with how much alcohol is currently in your system. You look and see a guy dancing next  to you who’s name you didn’t care to ask for, you both dance closely together, both of your body heat and sweat mixed in from the scent of cigarette smokes that lingered in the air. You look over and see Michael and Stephanie together on the dance floor, Michael’s hand around the girls waist and hers around his neck. It makes you sick. Your dance partner notices a slow in your rhythm and follows your gaze. 

“Do you know either of them?” He asked.

“Yeah, the guy is one of my friends.” You say, looking up at him.

“Oh really? I see them here all the time. Him and his girlfriend are such a lovely couple. They’re usually here with a big group when they come. They really know how to show everyone a good time.”He said. 

You halted your movements then and there. A couple. Dating. Boyfriend and Girlfriend.  That didn’t sit right with  in your mind. Had that really been the reason Michael, sounded to eager earlier when he invited you out? When he spent quite a bit of time deciding on what cologne would match his outfit, even making you sit in his room while he made you smell different scents? How he’d more time than he ever did perfecting that afro of his making sure not one hair was out of place?  Is she the woman who currently holds all his attention, sharing every laugh, every smile, every kiss. Together? 

You excused yourself went to the nearest bathroom, you felt as you were about to vomit everything you drank tonight. You splash cold water on your face as you recap your night everything clicking into place. The touching, the whispering, the laughing. You hated it. You didn’t hate her. You hated that it wasn’t you. You quickly get yourself together and exit the washroom. Michael catches you as you come out looking even more concerned. 

“Hey, I saw you making a beeline over here. Are you feeling alright?”

“Yes.” Absolutely fucking not. “I think I had too many shots of tequila.” You said.

He squinted his eyes at you. “You had 4 shots.”

“Exactly, too many.” You folded your arms. He was not buying this horseshit.

“I’ve seen you take back to back shot of tequila and proceed to then mix your dark liquor as well.” 

“Well they do heavy puts then I guess.”

“Mama.”

“Michael.” You shot back. Neither of are backing down.

You know you’re not that drunk, Michael knows you’re not that drunk, and you know he knows you’re not that drunk. That doesn’t mean you’re really going to cave in and tell him what been eating at you all night. Luckily for you, by the Grace of God, he drops it. Not wanting to go there with you right now.  He hand you your coat and mumbles a “l.et’s go back to mine” .

The car ride home was silent, and not a comfortable one. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. You knew good and damn well Michael wanted to press the issue further but knowing how stubborn and dismissive you are he wasn’t going to do that, especially in a public setting. 

Walking in to his apartment, you sped walked  to the guest room and kick your heels off, going straight to the bathroom to wash off the events of tonight and hopefully your newly attainted knowledge on Michael’s relationship. Slipping out of your dress and removing your make up and cut the shower on, making it as hot as your skin can take. You were in there for a good bit, letting the steam roll off your body, as you feel yourself sobering up by the second. Coming out the shower you get ready for bed, brushing your teeth, doing your nightly skin routine and heading back out to the living where you see Michael, also freshly showered and in his pajamas.

You occupy the space next to him and cross your legs gluing your eyes to the screen, hoping he won’t mention your behaviour that took places hours before. You were deadass wrong.

“Are you ready to tell me why you’re so bothered?” His soft voice rang throughout the living room.

“Bothered about what Michael?” You sounded nonchalant as fuck. You knew he hated when you tried to downplay your emotions.

“Don’t play with me girl, you know what I’m talkin about.” Annoyance creeping into his tone. “I can tell you’ve been in this mood all night.”

“What mood, Mike?”

“The one where something bothers you to hell and you just go silent, you just lose yourself in your own mind. Why are you keeping this from me? We tell each other everything.”  You can tell there’s a bit of hurt in his voice when he said that last part. You and him always confide in each other for literally everything under the sun, you even promised when you were kids you’d never keep anything from each other no matter what, even if it made the other person upset. 

You feel a lump in your throat, trying to form words and they end up coming out sharper than you intended.

“Why didn’t you tell me you have a girlfriend, Michael?” You looked at him with tears that are threatening to fall, but you won’t let them.

“What are you taking about, mama?” He asked with a surprised expression.

“Don’t call me that! Answer my question! Why didn’t you tell me that you’re dating Stephanie?”  You raised your voice a bit.

“Woah, Woah. I ain’t with nobody, girl. Where the hell did you get that from?” He sounded offended that you even accused him of hiding that.

“Tonight! She was all hugged up on you like you’re her man, getting all close and touching you. Whispering in your ear and shit and you’re over here getting touchy feely on her too on the dance floor. Since you go there all the time with her, makes me wonder what else you two are doing.” You went quiet at that last part but he most certainly heard it.

Michael’s mouth opened, then closed it, then opened it once more. He was honestly appalled by everything you just said to him, looking at you like you grew an extra head outside your neck. Had he really made you think he was into her? Not that Stephanie isn’t an attractive woman, but she certainly doesn’t catch his attention the way you do. In his mind there hasn’t been a single woman who comes close to you, ever. All he ever thinks about is you, he couldn’t wait until you came here to visit him. He’d practically spend an entire week making perfect accommodations for you, even deep cleaning his apartment all by himself. Twice. Had he really made you feel so… replaceable? Finally after some painful silence he opened his mouth.

“I’m…not dating anyone..” Michael said. You honestly thought he was trying to convince himself of that statement.

“Bullshit, you’re aren’t!” You yelled.

“Bullshit, I’m am!” He shot back now fully facing you.

You were a bit taken aback by his swearing, knowing he hardly ever does it. You also know, he hates being accused of things that clearly aren’t true especially by his close peers.

“How are you gon’ tell me about my relationships? You don’t think I’d know if I was dating someone?” 

“I heard it from…..someone.” You said your voice faltering a bit.

“What’s their name?” He asked crossing his arms.

You racked your brain to remember, then realise you never asked that guy for his name. You mentally face palm knowing this doesn’t help you at all.  But you still don’t back down from this.

“I didn’t ask him, but I was dancing with him and he told me that you and Stephanie are together and he sees you at the club often with her.” 

Michael snorts to himself. “You let a fucking random man you were grinding against on the dance floor make you think I’m in a relationship?” He actually almost laughs but wipes his face with his hand to prevent it from happening.

“I would’ve told you if I was dating, you’d know that from day one. I’m very single, and the woman I’d prefer to be with is sitting on my couch driving me crazy.” You froze. You couldn’t believe what he said. Or what you thought he said. 

“Pardon?” You said. Your eyes had to have been as wide as saucers.

“I said, the woman who I’d rather be with is sitting on my couch driving me crazy.” He repeated, with a more bold tone.

“You… don’t mean that, Michael.” Your voice barely above a whisper.  

“Why would I lie to you, mama?” His gaze softened. He moved from his spot next to you the ottoman across from you.

“Because you’re you…and I’m…me.” You admit. You find your lap suddenly much more interesting.

“What do you mean you’re you? That’s what made me fall for you girl, because you’re you.” He said giving you an incredulous look.

“I mean, I don’t sing, I don’t dance, I’m not famous Michael.”

“You don’t need fame to get my attention, you’re perfect to me in many aspect. I never cared if you could sing or dance. Personally, I love that you’re not famous because you’ve always made me feel what no one else has.” He reached out for your hands, tracing circles at the back of them.

“What’s that?” 

“Normal. You make me feel fucking normal. You never ask me for anything, you treat me like a normal human being and not just a superstar. When you look at me you don’t see Michael Jackson. You see Michael. That’s exactly how I feel. Like Michael.” He breathed out. “That’s all I ever wanted was to just be treated like anyone else and not a money making machine. That’s what I love about you, it’s what I always loved about you.”

You were stunned. Had he really felt like that the whole time. Had he really been loving you this entire time. You really didn’t know what to say, but you knew how you felt. One thing Michael knew about your emotions, you could show him better than you could tell him.

You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against his lips. He stiffed for a moment, but quickly regained his composure as he pulled you in making the kiss deeper. You guide his hand to your waist and move yours around his neck, straddling him on the ottoman.  Both your lips moved together which such grace as if you’ve done this a million times over. Much your chagrin it had to stop so you both could catch a breath. Your foreheads touched one another as he stroked your hair smiling to himself.

“Can I take you out on a date?” Michael said, moving his head back to properly look at you.

You grinned at him, this is happiest moment of your life. The man of your fucking dreams is asking you out. How could you deny this?

“Yes, Michael! I’d love nothing more.” You beamed, placing a kiss on his cheek.

☆𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘! ( 𝐢 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞)

✩𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐬, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤, 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝.

☆𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥!!

☆𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭: 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬😒(𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞).

☆𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞 2𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐘/𝐍 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

off the wall:

ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ʙʀɪᴄᴋ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ❄︎᯽

Thriller:

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭!

Bad:

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭!

Dangerous:

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭!

Mature:

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭!

Alternate Universe:

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭!

Imagines:

★ℳ𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒶ℯ𝓁 𝒶𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹★. ❄︎

❄︎-𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

᯽-𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

⚘-𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

❤︎︎-𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

🝮𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞