#summerjob!reader

Summerjob!reader x J5 Michael Jackson

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Warnings: brief BRIEFFFF mention of Michael's eating habits, nothing else just cute fluffiness 😆

A/N: please dont mind if theres any errors in the writing I was on vacation and I just couldn't wait to post this because I thought the idea was so cute!!!

Because of Michael’s lifestyle as a performer and recently going on many tours he rarely got to see you this summer.

And so you got a job at a cozy little lemonade shop that served also as a cafe— you thought it was a perfect fit for you. The soft lighting, the cute uniform consisting of a white apron with little pastel multicolored stripes and a little plush lemon on a headband— who cares if you looked a little silly? you certainly didn’t care in the slightest.

You were the one making at least 300 dollars at the end of the week.

One afternoon you were chilling out by the cash register waiting for a customer sipping on a strawberry lemonade in your leisurely time since you hadn’t had much customers in a while.

That was until you heard a ringing from the door— and to your surprise it was Michael in his everyday jazzy ambience, you saw his eyes almost bulge out of his head— he was pretty darn surprised to see you at the counter.

From his coiled hair to his loafers his whole persona was stylish like as if he stepped right out of a musical phrase— and if only his outfit matched his mood.

You immediately straightened up as he walked to the counter seeming a little drained and seemed to be starring at your little lemon hat, I mean who could blame him? Multiple tours with minimal breaks? He was overworked and definitely ready to just have a moment to relax— although you didn’t see what was so wrong with your cute hat.

“Well hello Mr Jackson, long time no see! What can I get ya.” You said with a little laugh, he chuckled under his breath, you always knew how to cheer him up.

It didn’t even take much for him to feel better just now you smiled at him and it felt like his whole world turned upside down—like your presence was a breath of fresh air.

Even the long time distance between you two from the tours didn’t change a thing about your feelings for each other—both of you liked each other but obviously you were too scared to say anything— why waste such a good friendship over something like that?

“I’ll just get 6 lemonades for me and my brothers and Latoya.” he said while pulling out his wallet for a twenty.

You gladly took the twenty from him, pausing as his soft calloused hand brushing against your fingers made your heart race as you quickly turned back to the register and gave him back his change in hopes he didn’t notice your moment of weakness.

You turned around and began pouring the lemonade in the plastic cups when you heard Michael’s voice perk up. “When did you start working here?” He asked breaking the atmosphere of the radio station playing the latest hits of the week while tracing patterns into the wood of the table he sat at.

“Not too long ago actually I started around late June but I think I’ve been getting the hang of it! In fact I think I could turn this into a career ya know? I mean not exactly a lemonade shop but being a business owner maybe!- Ah jeez…” you had spilled a bit of lemonade on the counter not noticing you had zoned out accidentally while spiraling into your future to Michael.

Your back was turned but he could hear you giggling and chiding yourself for the mistake as you grabbed some paper towel to clean up the mess—he laughed softly at your mishap.

“You still haven’t changed huh” Michael said meeting your eyes from across the counter as you finished putting lids on all the lemonade cups after garnishing them with a lemon slice and a mint leaf.

“I mean you haven’t changed either dude, your still all the things I like.” You retaliated.

“In what way?” Michael questioned.

y’ know, reserved, funny, kind.” you mumbled, putting the drinks carefully into a drink carrier and looking back at him.

“R-really?” He stuttered, to him it felt like you were just trying to flatter him— you knew he was all that and more.

“Duhhhh, How much more convincing is it gonna take for you to realize you’re amazing Michael!” You rolled your eyes playfully as you took the carrier to him with the lemonades sitting in them condensation slipping of the side of the cups.

“Oh that reminds me!” You knew Michael’s eating habits weren’t the best especially since he was traveling a lot and he liked sweet stuff so you thought you could maybe get him to try this cake that had become your favorite since working.

As you shuffled around the counter to find a pair of tongs— you found your way over to the dessert case and picked up a piece of lemon meringue cake and placed it in a box with a tied ribbon , grabbed a pen and scribbled a little note onto it and then handing it to Michael who had a confused expression on his face while you just smiled at him.

“Wait hold on I didn’t pay for this? I couldn’t possibly take it!” He fiddling with his pockets trying to find his wallet again to try and pay for the cake but he knew you wouldn’t let him.

“It’s on the house I promise I really want you to try it!” You pushed the box towards him.

“But I can pay for it you know, Plus I don’t want to get you in trouble with your boss PLEASE just let me pay” he pleaded pushing the box back to you.

“Nope no can do! Now take it and enjoy it Mr Jackson no if, ands, or buts.” You pushed for the last time.

All he could do was thank you and accept defeat, he just couldn’t say no to that face.

As he left the shop waving you goodbye and thanking you again he took another look at the box in the spot where you scribbled some words— “I know you like sweet things and this lemon meringue cake is just as sweet as you, enjoy!!!!!! :-) -love y/n” with little hearts decorated around your neat handwritten note.

“God, that girl is something else.” He whispered through a smile to himself as he walked down the block.

“Yo Michael what took you so long! It’s scorching hot out today y’know” Jackie yelled out at him from the entrance of the house.

“Yea we almost thought you had died of heat stroke Mikey, it wasn’t cause of your lil girlfriend was it? You seemed pretty happy on your way back!” Marlon joked as the rest of the brothers started laughing and shouting a bunch of “oohs” and making fake kissy sounds.

“You guys are clowns.. she’s not my girlfriend.” Michael mumbled back annoyed at his brothers antics as he tried to hide the heat pooling in his face.

“J-Just take the lemonade..” he set down the carrier in the kitchen in a hurry as the brothers were basically running over one another to grab a cup.

Michael took his lemonade and the box of cake with him opening it carefully to reveal a beautifully decorated cake with a lemon slice in the middle hesitant as he was to take a bite— as he took a small bit off of his fork and felt as if the world around him disappeared.

“Hey she was right this isn’t half bad.” He thought to himself before taking another bite out of the cake.

A/N: hellaurrr everybody I'm back with ANOTHER post leggo. Be ready yall I'm planning on doing a little zookeeper!reader x mature or bad era Michael Drabble/oneshot 😆😆😆