#nervous

could you do a (sort of) continuation of it where michael invites her over for another sleepover and finally asks her if she was talking about him and she says yes and they have their first kiss??

before asking her, michael is really shy and fidgety cause like you said "one sentence shouldn't ruin what they have" but he finally decides to ask her

PLS MAKE IT CUTE AND FLUFFY THANK YOUUU 💕💕💕

YOUR TYPE?

Part 2

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ Michael Jackson 80s x Female!Reader

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ Part 1 here

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ Summary: Michael finally finds the courage to ask if you were describing him during your last sleepover, and you happily confirm that he is exactly your type. The realization leads to a sweet, long-awaited first kiss.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ warnings: Kissing, making out. Nothing else.

The week following the sleepover had been a blur of restless nights and distracted rehearsals for Michael. He was the biggest star on the planet, yet he felt like a teenager holding a secret that was too big for his heart. He had replayed that conversation a thousand times, dissecting your tone, the way your eyes had looked, and the way you had tilted your head when you said his name. Was it a joke? Or was it the most daring thing you had said to him?

To you, Michael was acting strange. Not bad strange. Not distant. If anything, he’d been even sweeter than usual, which somehow made everything worse.

He had called you more often, usually late at night after recording sessions, just to complain to you about how his brothers kept stealing food from the kitchen. It was evident that Michael was restless, but why?

He couldn’t stand the not knowing. So, on a humid Friday night, he did what he always did when his world felt off balanced, he called you.

“I have a new movie,” he whispered into the phone. “My mother made the good popcorn. The kind with too much butter. You have to come over.”

You didn’t even hesitate. You never did. But when you pulled up outside Hayvenhurst, your stomach twisted nervously.

You walked into his house. “Michael?” You called out. “In here!” His voice echoed from upstairs.

You climbed the staircase, already smiling to yourself. Some things never change. When you pushed open his bedroom door, you found him kneeling on the floor beside the television, struggling with the VCR.

After successfully winning the battle against the VCR, you had both climbed onto his bed. Back’s leaning against the headboard. The atmosphere was different tonight. Usually, the two of you were a whirlwind of energy, mimicking movie lines, sharing snacks, or engaged in a heated debate. But tonight, Michael was uncharacteristically quiet.

He was fidgeting. His long, fingers were busy twisting a loose thread on a throw pillow, then smoothing the duvet, then adjusting his shirt.

“Michael, you’re going to burn a hole in the duvet if you keep doing that,” you teased softly, nudging his legs with yours.

He jumped slightly, he looked nervous. “I’m just… sorry, my mind is racing.” You gave him your full attention now, he wasn’t usually like this. “About the album?”

“No,” he said quickly, finally looking at you. His dark eyes were wide, searching your face with an intensity that made air feel thin. “Not the album. About what you said last time.”

The playful smile on your face faltered, replaced by a sudden hammering heartbeat. You hadn’t expected him to bring it up so directly.

Michael shifted, turning so he was facing you fully. He looked down at his hands, his thumbs circling each other.

“I thought about it all week,” he confessed, his voice changing like he was sharing an intimate secret. “I kept thinking about that conversation we had.” he paused, biting his lower lip. He looked so vulnerable in the dim light. Uncertainly flickered quickly across his face, it was so subtle.

There it was, your stomach flipped instantly. You sat up a little straight. “The one where you assaulted me with a pillow?”

He smiled faintly. “Before that.”

“Oh.” You breathed out.

“And I thought…” He looked up, his lashes casting long shadows on his cheekbones. “I don’t know how to ask this without soundin’ stupid” He let out a shaky breath.

“You could never sound stupid to me.” You said quietly. His eyes lifted to yours instantly, the sincerity in your voice seemed to hit him hard

Michael looked down again, he seemed so overwhelmed. “You know what scares me?” He admitted quietly. “What?” You said gently. “You’re my favourite person.” The confession came out so honestly that it made your chest psychically ache.

He laughed shakily afterward, embarrassed by his own vulnerability.

“You always have been,” he continued. “Since we were kids. Since before all this stuff happened.” He gestured vaguely toward the world outside his bedroom. “You make me feel normal.”

Your eyes softened. Michael rarely talked about fame seriously. Usually he joked about it or brushed it aside. But now he looked fragile.

“And I keep thinkin’…” he paused, chewing on his lower lip, a nervous habit of his. “What if I say the wrong thing and ruin that?”

You frowned. “You won’t.” You said it so sincere, like you believed it with your whole soul and heart.

“But what if I do?”

“You won’t.” You repeated again more firmly.

Michael stared at you for a long moment, he hesitated briefly. The he whispered, “were you talking about me?”

The room suddenly felt very still. The question hung in the air, vibrating with the weight of twenty years of friendship. You could see the fear in his eyes, the fear that he might be wrong, and the even greater fear of what it would mean if he was right.

You didn’t look away. You couldn’t joke about it this time. You let the truth settle between you, as the natural moonlight streamed through the window. Michael looked terrified after finally saying it out loud. Like he was bracing himself for rejection.

“You really didn’t know?” You asked gently, as you leaned forward. Michael shook his head once. “I hoped,” he admitted. “But I didn’t know.”

You couldn’t help but smile realising how much your answer mattered to him.

“Michael,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the butterflies performing acrobatics in your stomach. “Who else has eyes like yours? Who else could I possibly be talking about?”

The sound after was followed by a silence. It wasn’t tense. It was the sound of a million tiny puzzle pieces finally clicking into place. The look that went across his face was pure disbelief.

“Me?” He said faintly.

“Yes, you.” You laughed.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Michael stared at you like he genuinely couldn’t process it. The nervous energy still there, but it was overtaken by pure relief. “But… you’re-you’re beautiful,” he blurted out.

You blinked, eyebrows raising. “So are you?”

“No, but I mean-” He got flustered immediately, you could tell he was trying his hardest not to hide his face. “You could have anybody.”

“And I want you.” You laughed.

You could see the red creeping up his neck and evidently across his cheekbones. You had never seen someone look so simultaneously thrilled and overwhelmed.

“Oh my God,” he mumbled, caving in and covering his face with his hands. You laughed at his reaction. “You’re funny.”

“Stop.” He groaned.

You laughed again, grabbing his hands and pulling them away from his face. He looked back at you, eyes warm and impossibly soft.

“You really like me?”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you for years.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them. Michael went completely still, even the air seemed to leave the room.

“What?” He whispered.

You felt your face instantly heating up. Embarrassed at the honesty that you accidentally spilt from your mouth.

Michael stared at you. Then he suddenly smiled. That big toothy grin that held so much affection. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

Your breath caught. “How long?”

Michael looked shy again, glancing down. “Maybe since we were sixteen.”

“Sixteen!?”

“I was sufferin’!” Michael laughed, which caused you to burst into laughter. “I thought you were too good for me.” He confessed.

“You’re literally Michael Jackson.” You deadpanned.

“So?”

You stared at him in disbelief. Then you both dissolved into laughter again. The laughter eventually dialled down. The tenderness in the way he looked at you made your heart ache. Without thinking, Michael reached up and tucked your hair being your ear. His eyes lifted to yours slowly, before dropping down to your lips and flicking back up again.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice came out almost inaudible. Your heart nearly stopped. “You have to ask?”

“I’m tryin’ to be respectful.”

You smiled helplessly, and nodded. Leaning in closer towards him. Michael moved forward slowly, you could feel every second of it. And then finally his lips finally met yours.

It was soft, hesitant and tasted faintly of buttery popcorn. He was tentative and sweet enough to make your chest ache. You reached up, your fingers finding the soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him a fraction closer.

Michael let out a tiny, shaky sound into the kiss, deepening this kiss. You felt like you were melting. You moved before you could get nervous. Without breaking the kiss you carefully shifted into his lap. One leg sliding onto either side of him.

Slowly, hesitantly, his hands rested onto your hips. His hands tightening, almost like he was scared you’d disappear. Every kiss felt careful and affectionate and full of years worth of feelings he’d kept hidden.

Finally breaking the kiss, you both sounded breathless. You could feel how fast his heart was beating.

And Michael looked at you like he might fall in love all over again.

CW: nerdjo is such a shy freak boy, teasing, fingering, squirting, he came too...

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“So. I, um,” he clears his throat nervously, thumb circling your nipple with a feather-light touch. “I’ve been doing some reading.”

You squirm naked against the bedding, hips lifting slightly in reflex. “Really, Toru? Now is the time you want to tell me about what you’re reading?”

4/28/26

First time posting in quite a while. This is all the art I wanted to share for @revelboo's Soft AU so far. @moonthecreator and I collaborated on the character designs; all of the drawings are done by me.

Caretaker uniforms for both factions:

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