#off the wall

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Summary: You are Michael’s long-time girlfriend. For the past couple of Years, Michael has bought a camera and hundreds of tapes and has recorded you. Here are just a few moment that were captured.

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June 17th of 1978

You were getting ready for an awards show, softly humming to yourself as you did touch-ups on your makeup. You heard the soft sounds of hurried footsteps coming down the hall. “Michael?” you called out, putting on your earrings. You were in the walk in closet so you couldn’t see him. “Micheal? honey? are you there?” you asked again stopping your motion, now raising brow. maybe this was a prank he was doing. You walked out of the closet.

“BOO!” he shouted. You jumped a gasp escaped you. He was laughing, covering his mouth as he held a shiny new toy. “Michael, that wasn’t funny!” you said playfully, slapping him and shaking your head. “What’s that?” you asked, crossing your hands. “It’s a camera! quincy gifted it to me after filming today; isn’t it cool?” he said excitedly, holding it up to his eye. You nodded your head. “Are you recording me right now?” you asked, raising a brow. He shyly smiled, and his cheeks turned red. “Maybeeee,” he said, moving it away slightly from his eye. You giggled, rolling your eyes. “Well, get dressed; we’re gonna be late!” you rushed. Michael groaned and turned off the camera, placing it on the bed before stepping into the closet.

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March 10th of 1980

You were in the living room. Sitting on window bed reading a book and sipping your coffee. After a couple minutes you feel as if you’re being watched. you peeked your head up looking around the living room. it seemed completely empty. you shook your head softly trying to shake the weird feeling. Till you heard a small noise from behind a large pillar. You peeked up again finally noticing the red beeping dot.

“Michael, what are you doing?” you question as he makes his way out from behind the pillar. “Sorry, you just look so pretty,” he said with a smile, making your cheeks turn pink as he walked closer, still holding the camera to his eye. “How long were you recording me?” you asked with a smile, closing your book. “5? 10? minutes” he answered, his shy little smile returning as he zoomed in and out on you from his above angle. “You’re such a stalker!” you said softly, hitting his thigh with your book. “Heyy! I can’t help it when you look so beautiful,” he mumbled, finally moving the camera away from his face, allowing you to place a soft kiss before shushing him off.

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February 28th 1984

Today was Grammy's day. You were getting all dolled up when Michael was taking videos on his camera about his outfit. (a fit check, you can say) “Mike? Can you fix my dress?” you asked. He set the camera down on a dresser. You felt his shake as he zipped up your dress. “Michael,” you giggled, turning to face him. “You are a wonderful, amazing, and gifted artist; you will win something, and if you don’t, that doesn’t make you any less successful,” you spoke warmly and comforting. Michael let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and held your hands, bringing them up and kissing them softly. “You’re right, dear,” he mumbled.

You guys rushed out into the limo. He had his glasses in hand, and you… You had a camera in your purse. You sat next to Michael, holding his hand, running your thumb over his hand, trying to make him less anxious. Till…his name was called. Album of the Year, you took out the small camera and filmed him receiving his award. Then again for Record of the Year, then again, again, and again. Till he walked out with 8 Grammys and a huge smile on his face.

Back in the limo, he was so happy and was talking about the whole thing, just like he did to you countless times. You took out the camera and recorded. “You brought it?” he asked excitedly, trying to reach for it. “No, no, keep talking,” you said with a sly smile. He rolled his eyes playfully and went on talking about the night.

Till he stopped.

“Did you record me all night?” he asked. You shrugged your shoulders. “You’ll find out later,” you teased, earning a small chuckle.

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July 15th of 1986

You were in micheal’s home recording room. Looking through the records he has. “micheal?” “hm?” “Have you written any songs about me?” you asked with a smile. You knew he’s made several on OTW and Thriller but just wanted to hear it again. He chuckled fidgeting around with his new camera and tape.

“The whole Off The Wall album is about you,” he said, looking at you. You smiled, “Sounds about right.” You giggled. You turned back to find the OTW album, grabbed it, and took it out of the cover, placing it on the record player.

‘Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough’ started playing.

You giggle as you try to copy Michael’s signature dance movements. Failing at the moonwalk as he giggled. Like he always does, he pressed record on the camera and recorded you in awe. “Oh wow, babe, you’re a natural,” he cheered as he propped up the camera on the sound board. “But let me show you how a pro does it,” he teased.

The camera recorded, but by the time he remembered it was on, the tape was used up, and you guys had a laugh watching it back.

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I hope you enjoyed, and sorry I only focused on OTW and thriller Michael, lmk if you want a part to the next two eras of Michael!

author's note: hii this is my first story on this blog, and also my first time writing in over 5 years, soooo be warned im a lil rusty haha. constructive criticism/feedback is welcome!! and my requests are open as well! hope u enoyy

genre: fluff

pairing: otw!michael jackson x reader

wc: 2.4k

summary: a quiet movie night turns into something neither of you planned, but maybe both of you had been hoping for.

cw: fluff, kissing, first kiss, established relationship, shy reader, off the wall era, lil katherine jackson appearance

masterlist

the soft hum of the engine filled the air, your fingers tapping anxiously against the steering wheel. the leather interior still carried that unmistakable new-car smell, as this was only your second time driving it since your parents gifted it to you as a reward for landing a new job. although only an entry-level position, you had already been burdened with stacks of readings, assignments, and paperwork to sort through before your official start date a few weeks later. knowing this, your boyfriend michael had suggested a movie night to unwind and enjoy some time together before your schedule began to fill up.

the stoplight turned green, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you had been holding, slowly accelerating before making a right onto hayvenhurst avenue. much to your surprise and relief, the crowd was sparse, granting you easy entry through the security gate and into the driveway of the estate. you cut the engine off before giving yourself one last once-over in the mirror and heading up the path towards the door.

before you could knock, the large oak door flung open to reveal michael standing on the other side. the warm glow from the lamp and television backlit his figure, leaving the edges of his curls illuminated against the dark hallway of the foyer. he wore an oversized grey sweatshirt adorned with a faded image of mickey mouse and dark jeans that sat low on his hips. always so formal. you thought to yourself. his smile reached his eyes and you couldn’t help but mirror his.

“you’re late,” he teased.

“i am not! it’s eight on the dot.” 

“okay okay, i was just excited,” he replied as you stepped over the threshold.

michael slipped your purse off your shoulder, allowing you to remove your shoes before neatly placing them next to the door. you chuckled to yourself as you followed him towards the living room, where he had already set up the coffee table with a large bowl of popcorn, two cans of coca cola, water, and a family-sized bag of m&ms. your favorite. 

“aw mike, you remembered!” you exclaimed, poking at his side.

a flame colored blush rose to his cheeks, and he quickly ducked his head, avoiding your eyes.

he shrugged, “of course i did.” 

he reached for the remote resting on the arm of the couch before holding up a worn copy of grease with a grin.

“don’t say it,” he warned, already knowing the look on your face.

a laugh escaped you. “michael, we literally watched this last week.”

“and?” he asked innocently, popping the cassette into the vcr. “it's still good.”

“you've basically memorized the entire movie.”

“and that's exactly why i want to watch it again.”

shaking your head with a smile, you settled into your usual spot on the couch, tucking one leg beneath you as michael switched the floor lamp off. the opening notes of grease crackled softly through the television speakers while he disappeared into the kitchen before returning with a small plate balanced in his hands.

“mother made cookies,” he explained as he set the plate onto the table next to the popcorn. “she told me to make sure you took some home as well.”

you smiled in response. katherine had always been so warm and welcoming to you ever since you started dating michael. she was a woman of few words, but she'd never been shy about letting you know how much she adored seeing her son happy.

after reaching for the bowl of popcorn, michael pulled the navy blue blanket over your laps and wrapped his arm around you. he smelled of sandalwood and fresh laundry, his scent amplified by his body heat as he cozied up beside you. butterflies erupted from within, and you silently prayed he couldn’t hear your heart beating through your shirt.

“summer loving happened so fast, i met a girl crazy for me.” michael mindlessly sang along, grinning and playfully bumping you with his shoulder.

“i met a boy cute as can be.” you grinned, whispering the end of the lyric in return.

your usual confidence had all but disappeared tonight. every innuendo danny zuko made suddenly felt impossible to ignore, every lingering glance from michael made your core tighten, and the three times, and counting, that your fingers had accidentally brushed his inside the popcorn bowl had done nothing to settle your nerves.

“i’m gonna use the restroom,” you quickly excused yourself before sliding off the couch.

michael hummed in acknowledgment, eyes never leaving the screen.

you closed the bathroom door behind you and leaned against it, squeezing your eyes shut. get it together, you muttered to yourself. you weren’t 16. you were 22 years old, a college graduate, a soon-to-be scientist… and somehow a boy singing along to grease had reverted you to a shy teenager, too afraid to even make eye contact. you turned on the faucet, splashing cold water against your face and wrists, giving yourself a reassuring look in the mirror before exiting the bathroom.

“everything okay?”

you nod, “yeah, all good.”

michael studies you for a second and offers a small smile, slightly lifting the blanket and patting the cushion next to him. you shuffle over and lean into his side, allowing his arm to drape across your body. his hand rests over your shoulder, absentmindedly drawing small circles with his thumb. with his free hand, he reaches for his soda, sipping slowly, eyes glued on the screen. from the corner of his eye, he catches your eyes focused on him. you can’t help but notice the way his soft pink lips wrap around the straw, sucking the sweet liquid into his mouth. catching you, he turns and smirks.

“what?”

“...nothing,” you smile coyly.

“you’re staring.”

“sorry.”

he leans forward, placing the can back onto the table, before shifting to face you.

“what’s on your mind?”

leave it to michael to know when something was off with you. he always did, long before you found the words yourself.  

“n-nothing.”

“stop saying nothing, y/n.” he smiles. “i know you.” he brought his hand up to your cheek, brushing it with the back of his palm.

your eyes fluttered shut for a moment before responding. “i think i’m just nervous,” you finally admit.

michael’s expression softened. “nervous?” he asks.

you give a small nod. “i’m not sure why.”

he lets out a quiet laugh, more to himself than you. “i’m a little nervous too.”

"really?"

he nodded once, his eyes dropping to where your fingers fiddled with a loose thread on the blanket.

"i know it's silly."

"it's not."

a small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"i've just-" he paused, rubbing the back of his neck with an embarrassed laugh. "i’'ve been trying to figure out the right time."

“for what?”

he paused, taking in the way your eyes searched his. his words came out in a whisper, so quiet you almost missed it.

“to kiss you.”

michael’s words hung in the air; the television continued playing somewhere behind you. laughter echoed from the screen, followed by another song neither of you were listening to anymore. the sound of your own heartbeat thrummed loudly in your ears. slowly, you brought your hand to rest on his thigh.

“you could’ve just asked.”

michael laughs softly, relief washing over his face.

“...well, may i?”

you nod, but he doesn’t move immediately. he waits, almost as if gathering the courage within himself. his thumb brushed against your cheekbone, slow and careful, as though he was afraid even the smallest movement might scare the moment away. cautiously, he leaned in, forehead meeting yours, brushing your nose with his. instinctively, you closed your eyes before his lips met yours, hesitant at first, like he was still asking permission. the kiss lasted only a few seconds before he pulled away, searching your face for any sign that he’d misread the moment.

instead, you smiled. a blush crept up michael’s cheeks; the determination that had carried him through those last few inches melted away, leaving behind the shy smile you'd fallen in love with. he looked down and laughed.

“i’ve been waiting to do that,” he admits.

you grin at his confession. “for how long?”

michael glanced at the television before answering, “since summer nights.”

you laughed, the knot that had been wound tight within your stomach all evening finally beginning to loosen. "that long?"

michael nodded, his smile widening despite the blush that still stained his cheeks. his smile lingered for a moment before his gaze dropped to your lips. “i just kept thinking if i’d waited a little longer i’d find the perfect moment.”

you reached for his hand beneath the blanket, your manicured fingers easily slipping between his. “well did you?”

his thumb traced over your knuckles as he thought for a second. “i think so.”

you giggled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze in return. for a while, neither of you spoke. you simply sat there, content to sit in the moment you'd both spent all night dancing around. 

“can i do it again?”

you couldn’t help the grin that came upon your face. “you still have to ask?”

he shrugged. “i like asking.”

instead of answering, you leaned in, bringing your hand to cup the side of his face. you closed the distance, sighing into his mouth as he moved his lips against yours. you caught the faint taste of peppermint lingering on his lips, a quiet reminder that he'd been planning this moment far longer than you'd realized. michael hummed against you, your lips still moving in synchronicity, sandy and danny long forgotten as you basked in the intimate moment between the two of you. his free hand found its way to the small of your back as though it had always belonged there. he pulled away only far enough to rest his forehead against yours, his dark brow eyes staring longingly into yours.

"hi," he whispered.

you laughed softly.

"hi."

"that was..." michael searched for the right word before giving up with a breathless sigh. "...worth waiting for."

you responded by leaning in, meeting his lips once again. this time, softer, easier, and neither of you overthinking where your hands belonged or who should pull away first. outside, the crickets sang into the warm summer night, filling the quiet that settled comfortably between you. 

“michael?” katherine's voice floated in from the hallway just before the living room door swung open, trailing off as soon as she spotted you together on the couch.

instinctively, the two of you sprang apart, knocking the bowl of popcorn onto the carpet in the process.

“mother!” michael’s eyes grew wide.

she paused in the doorway, taking in the scene before her; the television now displaying the grease menu screen, the blanket pooled around your laps, popcorn kernels now decorating her living room floor.

“i was just coming to say goodnight,” she smiled gently. “i didn’t mean to interrupt.”

heat pooled in your cheeks as you immediately bent down to help michael gather the spilled popcorn, far more interested in the carpet than making eye contact with anyone else in the room.

"i am so sorry," you mumbled.

katherine chuckled, “make sure you take some cookies home, sweetheart.” she glanced over at michael, whose face had somehow turned an even deeper shade of pink.

"goodnight, you two." with a small wave, she softly closed the door behind her, retreating back upstairs.

silence hung in the air as michael stared at the closed door for what seemed like an eternity before slowly dropping his face into his hands. frankie valli’s grease croons lowly in the background, the menu screen on a loop. you peer up at michael, sighing before breaking the silence.

“well, so much for perfect timing.”

this earns a small giggle from him as he lowers his hands from his face to meet your gaze. you place the bowl back onto the table before rising to your feet, offering your hands to michael to help him up. together, you stand stealing glances at each other as you silently tidy up the mess you had made. you make your way towards the door, slipping on your shoes as michael holds your purse out, carefully sliding it onto your shoulder. you hum softly in appreciation.

“thank you for having me,” you quipped, reaching for his hand.

michael’s brows knit together immediately. 

“you don’t have to thank me,” michael assured you. “you’re always welcome here.”

a comfortable smile settled between the two of you.

"i know," you replied softly. "i just had a really nice time."

his smile grew, small but genuine.

"me too."

michael opened the front door, the cool california air sweeping across your face as you stepped onto the brick path. the summer air carried the scent of freshly cut grass and jasmine, a welcome contrast to the warmth of the house. hand in hand, the two of you made your way down the front steps at an unhurried pace. you stopped beside the driver's side door, fishing your keys from your purse before turning back toward him.

"so..." you smiled.

"so," he echoed, cocking his head to the side.

“i’ll call you tomorrow night?”

“unless you miss me before then.”

you raised an eyebrow, “oh?”

a shy grin spread across his face. "...i probably will."

you blushed at his confession, unlocking the door before sliding into the driver’s seat. michael rested his hand atop the door before gently shutting it behind you, allowing you to press the key into the ignition. the engine roars to life just as michael crouches down, leaning into the window. you bring your hand up to brush a stray curl out of his face before resting your palm gently against his cheek.

“goodnight michael.”

“goodnight y/n,” he kisses your palm tenderly. “drive safe.”

michael straightens up before tapping the hood. you shift your car into drive and make your way down the driveway toward the exit. as the iron gate closed behind you, you caught one last glimpse of michael in the rearview mirror, still standing beneath the porch light, one hand tucked in the front pocket of his jeans, the other toying with the loose curls at the back of his head. as you drove away from hayvenhurst, you watched him grow smaller and smaller in your rearview mirror until the warm glow of the porch light disappeared into the night.

eternal love

synopsis

ode to his muse

𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 of intimate diary entries by michael j. jackson 𓍢ִ໋🪶 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ } between the ages of eleven and twenty-six, all written in mind of his childhood sweetheart

girl don't take your love from me

Rock With You~~~

Pairing: Michael Jackson x Female!Reader

Era: Off The Wall (1979)

Warnings: 18+ for suggestive content, making out, structural density complaints from Randy and Marlon.

Word Count: 3.3k

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I stood in front of my closet, trying to find something to wear that made me look fabulous without looking like I was trying too hard. Shifting through years of clothes, I kept seeing things I always told myself I’ll wear that at some point, even when that “point” never came. I glanced at a nice navy blue dress, picked it off the hook, and tried it on, but it didn't fit like it used to—it was a little too tight around my hips. A quick sigh escaped me as I dropped it back on the rack. This process repeated itself for what felt like an eternity until I finally found the perfect dress: a maroon strap dress with a high slit. I changed into it, and it hugged my figure in all the right places. Glancing at the clock, I realized how late it was and hurried to finish up, brushing out my hair and grabbing the right heels to match.