Huanaaaa

Summary: Working in construction was something you enjoyed very much, from a young age you'd always liked the idea of building things and putting structures together, so it wasn't a shock to many people when you chose this as your career path, what was a shock though was the fact that you had a boxer for a husband, and that boxer was none other than Ryomen Sukuna.

Warning: Sukuns cursing, fluff, domestic life, you call Sukuna ramen, husband Sukuna, kissing, cursing, characterization of y/n, y/n has locs, but can be translated as braids and such.

AN: Finished this at 3:20, I’m sleeppyyyy, but I gotta keep going🙂‍↕️❤️. For better feels, listen to “La Mentira” by Luis Miguel, and “Get you” By Daniel Ceaser, enjoyyyyy😊❤️

Third person POV:

Sukuna really liked how his life was going right now. He had an awesome job that he enjoyed very much, an amazing penthouse that overlooked the bustling city and buildings of Shibuya, clothes on his back, delicious food in his stomach, and let’s not forget the best of this all, his lovely wife that he gets to comes home to every night.

He had no idea how he managed to pull it off, he never expected to find love, he expected to just live out his life going to bars, escaping obsessive fans, beating people up for a living, and so on, but the heavens seemed to have something different in mind for him.

So, before we dive into the present, let’s first look back at the past.

Three years ago:

The summer heat was devastating, even at night time you could feel the punishing temperatures; and it was even worse in a populated city like Shibuya. I mean, just look at how Sukunas taking it.

“I’m so done with this shit, why do I have to wear a fucking hoodie in 92 degree heat” He grumbled, his hand reaching out and opening the door to the 7/11 his team had stopped at to get some gas,

“Fuckin paparazzi” he mumbled, blaming them for the dilemma completely, just the thought of those annoying “pests” that always try to sneak pictures of him caused him to roll his eyes, but he tried to think of something else,

“This isn’t the time nor temperature to be upset, let’s just get my shit so I can leave” he thought to himself as he stepped into the store, his gaze searching for the frozen brinks aisle.

It didn’t take long to find it, and without a moment to waste, he walked over and opened the fridge, a breath of relaxation being released from him when he felt the cold refrigerated air hit him, this is DEFINITELY what he needed right now.

He stood there for maybe 4 or so minutes, the cool air blasting out onto his clothes, but that wouldn’t do, he needed more. He rolled up his sleeves, his muscular arms flexing in front of the opened refrigerator as to maximize the cooling effect,

“yeahhh, that’s better” he mumbled out loud, as he closed his eyes, completely forgetting where he was at the moment.

“You know what, that’s understandable” he heard from beside him….what the fuck,

He immediately jumped, his reflexes as a boxer taking over for a second as he moved back without thinking, putting distance between him and the person that had managed to sneak beside him without him noticing.

He looked around at the source of the voice, a skeptical look in his eyes, “Wooahhhh, you ok dude?” he heard the person ask, confusion in their voice as their eyes scanned him, a look of worry on their face.

It took him a few seconds to gather himself, his brain slipping back into “regular” Sukuna before he scared the girl any more, he couldn’t help but look the woman up and down, assessing her outfit, her stance, and just her as a person, and boy was he stunned.

She stood at a whopping 5’7, her beautiful locs were tied up into two buns, 4 locs left out at the front on each side, and three moles scattered over her face, one underneath her eye, one on the left side of her mouth, and one on the side of her cheek.

Beautiful was the only word he could think of as his eyes studied her entire being, and it didn’t just stop at her looks.

Her chocolate skin was glistened with sweat from the summer heat, but it seemed to be drying up due to the air conditioning of the store, plus the cool breeze of the opened refrigerator, though something else caught his eye, the outfit she was wearing.

She was wearing a yellow and silver vest, the color standing out against the blue long sleeve she wore wearing underneath it, it didn’t take a genius to know what she did for work, especially with the dirt that clung onto her vest and sweater,

“Another long sleeve wearer” he joked in his head, then realizing that he still hadn’t answered yet, the realization causing him to get a bit flustered,

“The great Ryumen Sukuna..reduced to a flustered mess because of a beautiful lady, this would definitely make the news” he thought to himself, his brain making up scenarios as the seconds flew by, but he quickly snapped out of it,

“Oh, I’m fine, I just wasn’t expecting anyone there, sorry about that” He said truthfully, his hand finding its way to the back of his head in slight embarrassment as he apologized.

“Oh no no it’s fine, I have a habit of walking silently anyways” She replied, a smile on her face as she tried to ease his possible unease. They both stood in silence for a moment, their eyes looking at anything BUT each other, but Sukuna, being the person that he was, quickly got over his embarrassment and tried to strike up a conversation,

“So…what’s your name?” he asked, his eyes moving from the floors of the gas station to the woman’s shorter form, “My names Y/N, and what about you?” She asked back, now looking up at him,

“Damn…he sure is a talll glass of water” She thought to herself, her eyes moving from his face and more towards his body as he began to introduce himself,

“My names Sukuna” he said, completely forgetting how popular he was, it took a couple seconds of silence before his eyes widened as he realized his mistake, but it was already too late,

“Waitttt a minute…theeeeee Sukuna, THEEEE Ryomen Sukuna” Yep, he was DEFINITELY was in for it now, but for some reason, he didn’t really mind, as long as he got to talk to you.

That night, after much fan girling about the fact that one of the most popular boxer in Japan was talking to her, the two talked a little more, him asking about her job and her asking him about his, this meeting was really something that one wouldn’t expect to happen, but it did…and the two couldn’t be more happier.

The two were in the middle of conversation when they were interrupted, “Kuna, you in here?” a guy began calling for him by the door and immediately Sukuna rolled his eyes in irritation,

That was the voice of Itadori, his nephew and also one of the members of his team, and judging by the fact that he wasn’t coming into the store, it was probably time for him to leave, even though he didn’t want to…he knew he had to.

“One second Itadori” he said, turning his head to face the door as he elevated his voice slightly elevated so the boy could hear. Looking back at the girl infront of him, he made a bold choice.

“Hey, could I have your number, I mean, if you want to that is” he asked, his palms sweaty as he pulled out his phone out of his sweatpants pocket.

The woman looked at him with a raised brow, then with a playful shake of her head she took his phone into your hands, typing your number into his phone with a smile on your face, “he’s so cute up close” she thought, saving her name into his phone then handing it back to him, “

And so shy” she said to herself, trying to hold in the laugh as he fumbled his phone into his pocket, “I’ll text you” he said, walking backwards out of the aisle, almost tripping over a basket on the ground in the process, drawing a laugh from the woman as she saw him immediately try and cover it up,

“I’ll wait for it” she said, shaking her head once again as he disappeared from her line of sight. “Let’s see where this goes” she says quietly out loud, closing the fridge door that had been left open the whole time, “He forgot to get a drink..” she thought to herself, chuckling at the thought of him realizing that he forgot what he came for.

“Such a silly guy”

Three years Later, Second person POV:

“And Ramen, can you believe this guy, he just fuckin got the job and he has the audacity to try and steal MY food” You grumbled to your sleeping husband, his nickname floating out of your mouth like it was his real one,

Though you wish you could join him in the comfy of slumber, you were focusing your eyes on your iPad as you reviewed a blueprint that was send to you,

You didn’t even know what they were doing right now, your brain working overtime as you looked at the screen. “This shit doesn’t even make any sense” you added in, your fingers zooming in to the details of the floor plan,

“How the hell are you gonna use oak wood to cover the basement if that’s where the water pipes ar-BRO WHO DESIGNED THIS” you cut yourself off with a look of pure irritation and genuine concern on your face as you looked at it more,

“Scratch designing, who’s gonna build this, cause I know it’s not me” You mumbled, pushing your glasses up more on your face as you began to inspect the rooms,

“Okk, bedroom number one will be 10’-0” by 11’-5”, not bad not bad, now for the bathr-“ you were cut off by a grunt beside you, and as you looked to the side, you were greeted by the sight of your VERY sleepy and slightly confused husband,

“Hey, it’s bedtime” he said, his voice rough from sleep, but still carrying a tone of gentleness, a gentleness he’d only have for you, this beautiful wife.

“But I have to review th-“ he immediately cut you off, taking the tablet out of your hand and placing it on the bedside table on his side,

“No, you know how you get when you don’t get enough sleep” he grumbled, gently takingyour glasses off your face and putting it on his bedside table, right beside the tablet, then, without hesitation, his muscular arms wrapping around you as he pulled you from your sitting up position and into his arms,

“I’ll help you with it in the morning” he whispered, his chin in your hair as he held you in place, “but for now…just relaxxxx” he said, and not even 10 seconds later, he had fallen back asleep.

“This dude bro” you said to yourself, rolling your eyes as you tried to escape his arms…it didn’t work, his grip on you was like a perfectly welded balcony.

“Yk what…fine, but you BETTER help me with EVERYTHING in the morning” you grumbled out loud, wrapping your arms around his muscular sleeping form as you got comfortable,

And just like him, not even ten seconds later, you were out like a light.

Sukunas POV:

Feeling her body go limp against mine, I waited a couple minutes to make sure before I opened my eyes and peered down at her, “so cute” I thought to myself, planting a kiss on her forehead as I let one arm run up and down at her back.

I liked seeing her relaxed and resting, I hated how stressful her job was for her sometimes, but that was her passion, so whatever she loved, I loved too, I am her husband after all.

Thinking about what I had said I couldn’t help but let out a sigh at what I promised, I didn’t know much about construction, so I don’t know if I’ll be of much help, but for my girl, I’d try my best,

Looking over at the tablet on the bedside, an idea struck me. Slowly, I removed one arm from around her and reached for it, my heart beating fast as I tried my best not to wake her up. “This feels like some top spy thing” I thought to myself, rolling my eyes at that realization.

After retrieving it, I immediately turned the brightness down, not wanting the bright light to disturb her, while also not wanting to deal with it myself, and got right to business.

“Okkkk this looks good” I whispered out loud as I looked through it, “The floors loo-“ I immediately cut myself off as I looked at the floor plan, “Who the fuck would put oak flooring in the basement… yo who drew this??” even with my poor knowledge of construction or even woodworking,

I knew well enough that that was a TERRIBLE idea, wood plus damp and wet environment equals mold and infestation, “how did this even pass through the foreman” I wondered, staring at it as if it had grown legs and began to tap dance,

“Don’t worry pretty, I’ll help you out” I mumbled, feeling sorry that my girl has to deal with those dimwits. “Your Ramen is going to rescue you” I joked, almost bursting out laughing but stopping myself as to not wake her,

“Hah, Ramen to the rescue…that sounds like the average life of a college student” I joked, my body shaking as I tried to contain my laughs, but the shaking seemed to have startled her because she began to toss a bit in her sleep, my body freezing as I tried my best to stay still,

It worked after awhile, a breath of relief escaping me as I shook my head at my recklessness, “ok, time to lock in” I thought, taking the tablet in my hand once again with a look of pure determination on my face.

It only took one look at the wire plan for me to want to scratch my head in confusion, it looked even work than the floor plan, thank god she didn’t get to that yet, she’d actually be livid right now,

Boxer Sukuna x Construction worker reader

Summary: Working in construction was something you enjoyed very much, from a young age you’d always liked the idea of building things and putting structures together, so it wasn’t a shock to many people when you chose this as your career path, what was a shock though was the fact that you had a boxer for a husband, and that boxer was none other than Ryomen Sukuna.

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Summary: You weren’t very well known, you’d made it very clear to your father when you reached grown age that you wanted no part in whatever “business” he was indulging himself in, though it seems like he’s not the only one indulging in things of forbidden nature.

Warnings: Smut, Bishop talking you through it, Dom Bishop, no protection, fingering, verbal Bishop, sub reader, kissing, hair pulling, possessive Bishop, and much more.

An: Listen to “Such a Whore” by JVLA and “Don’t” by Bryson Tiller while reading for more feels🙂‍↕️, I hope yall enjoy, I was screaming the whole time while writing this❤️❤️🥹

Bisbops POV:

This wasn’t something I was supposed to be doing, I wasn’t supposed to be sitting here in this chair, I wasn’t supposed to be in Alamo’s daughters house, I wasn’t supposed to be holding her like this, letting her sit on my lap, letting her kiss me, letting her get so close to me, but what can I say…I’ve always liked doing what I wanted.

It didn’t take long for me to finish the slices, my stomach now filled and no longer empty, but now, there’s something else that I needed to fill my appetite, a special dish one would say.

“I’ve finished eating, I will go take a shower now” I said to her, patting her thigh gently as a way of telling her to get up. Seeing her get up, I too rose from my seat, my body now facing her as I looked down at her shorter frame.

“I shall be in bed soon…be ready” She frozen as soon as I said those words, the tone of my voice giving her a slight insight on what I was implying “wait wha...” I heard her say, she was so cute when she’s confused.

Taking the opportunity of her delay, I slipped past her and into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and briefs before beginning my walk into the bathroom, wanting to just get the shower done and over with so I could get back to her,

As I stepped into the shower, all sorts of ideas began to run through my head, “maybe I’ll start with my fingers…yeah, she always says she likes how long they are” looking down at my fingers, I began to flex then unconsciously.

My thoughts continued to spur on as I turned on the faucet and began my shower, the stress from the day slowly beginning to fade away as the warm water ran all over my body,

“She hasn’t gotten any dick recently, I should really make up for that tonight” I told myself, feeling sorry for my poor girl as I thought of how lonely she must have felt. Taking the opportunity, I looked down at the (not so)little buddy between my legs and began to talk to it.

“You better not disappoint her tonight” I said to it, staring at it as if it was going to give me a response, shaking my head in disappointment when it actually didn’t.

My shower was a very thorough one, I had to make sure I was smelling nice and squeaky clean for my girl after all. She always had a thing about my scent anyway, always clinging onto me any chance she got, rolling her eyes whenever I told her I had to go or whenever she had to separate from me, well, not like I minded anyway.

I scrubbed my arms, my back, neck, behind the ears, all that stuff “I’m gonna be sweating allot tonight, might as well smell nice while doing so” I said to myself, turning off the faucet when I felt my tension and dirt from the day I had was gone from my body,

I stepped out of the tub, my hand grabbing my towel on the wrack and beginning to dry myself off, setting it back up when I knew I was finished using it, then grabbing my lotions and other stuff, wasting no time to lather myself up with it,

“Don’t wanna start a fire now do we” I joked, applying my deodorant as soon as I finished with moisturizing my skin, “I better hurry, I don’t want my girl to wait too long”

It took me less than a minute to put on my clothes and walk out of the bathroom door, my eyes looking around the room until it found her, she was standing near the bookshelf, her eyes skimming through them, probably looking for one to read later maybe.

“Hey” I said, raising my eye brows when she jumped at the sound of my voice, she was definitely getting nervous right now, but that’s ok, I’ll help her fix that.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I wasted no time “Come here” she stood frozen once again when she heard my words, but unlike when we were in the kitchen, I wasn’t going anywhere this time.

After awhile of her realizing that I wasn’t going to stop staring, she slowly walked over to me, her body standing between my legs as if it was where she belonged, and if I had it my way, that’s exactly how it would be.

“Sit” I said, patting my thighs as if to direct her. She slowly eased down into my lap, her body and mind knowing to trust and follow my words as she sat with her back against my chest.

“Good job” I praised, pulling her body closer against mine without warning, my cock pulsing as I heard her let out a small gasp from my actions,

“so sensitive” I whispered into her ear, one hand going towards her thighs and rubbing it out of instinct from all the other times we were like this, just the thought was getting my blood pumping.

“Take these off” I said to her, my fingers tapping against the fabric of the shorts she was wearing, she was basically asking for it, wearing something like that around me.

I removed my hand from her thigh as I leaned back slightly, eyes watching her every move as she stood up from her place on my lap, my length pitching a tent in the sweats as the weight of her body disappeared from my lap,

“Calm down little guy, you’ll get yours soon” I said to myself, my eyes still trained on her as she began to take off her shorts, the baggy shirt she wore was now covering her underwear slightly, but that only made the sight even more hotter.

I said to myself, my eyes still trained on her as she began to take off her shorts, the baggy shirt she wore was now covering her underwear slightly, but that only made the sight even more hotter.

When she sat back down on my lap, I wasted no time in letting my hands wonder all over her, one hand reaching underneath her shirt and softly kneeing at her breast, while the other took its liberties on her lower half,

“Whatever you do, don’t close your legs” I warned, my voice soft against her neck as I slowly pulled her panties to the side, kissing the skin of her neck as I let my fingers rub up and down at her slit,

“My girls so wet, only for me huh?” I teased an uncontrollable small smile appearing on my face as I heard her begin to whimper at my actions, her body shaking from the stimulation I was giving her,

“I should really do this more often” I said out loud, using the slick I had gathered from her arousal to slowly push two fingers in, quickly letting go of her breasts and wrapping my now free arm around her as to keep her flushed against me,

She always had a habit of trying to run when we got like this, I really have to break her out of that.

“It’s ok baby, just let me take care of you” I whispered to her, noticing how her hands were gripping my arm as my fingers began to move slowly inside her, her moans going straight to my cock, damn near making me tear through my sweats, but I couldn’t focus on that right now, I wanted her to cum from my fingers at least once before I fucked her, and I was always adamant on getting what I want.

Suddenly, I felt her begin to shake on my lap, and I immediately knew what that meant. “Found it” I whispered into her ear, a feeling of pride swelling in my chest that I managed to find her G spot so fast, I was gonna have FUN with this.

I slowly began thrusting my fingers at a faster pace, her sensitive body immediately reacting to this by leaning forward, but I wasn’t going to let her deprive herself, so I took the initiative to lean forward into her too, it was like I was shadowing her, but I didn’t mind, as long I could keep my hands on her I’m fine with it.

“You can take it, I know you can” I said to her, my heart beating fast as I heard the sounds being released from her pussy, “I really did that huh” I thought to myself, my thoughts getting hazy as I continued to move my fingers,

“Please…” There it was, I knew exactly what that meant, she was only seconds away from cumming, but what was the use of such hard work if I wasn’t going to be able to see her face while doing so?

Pulling my fingers out of her, I couldn’t help but feel bad when I heard her whine of disapproval, I hated when she was sad, she’s too pretty to be sad, so pretty….my pretty girl.

“Get up on the bed, I want to see your face” I said to her, patting her thigh to get her to stand up from my lap.

Barely conscious, she stood up and crawled onto the bed, me in turn walking over to the side and crawling on, separating her legs and settling between them without a second thought. Looking down at her sprawled body, I could feel the precum oozing from my tip as I took in the beauty in front of me,

“Pretty as money” I said for both her ears and mine. So without wasting any time, I took one of her legs into my hand, placing it on my thigh as I brought my two hands in between her legs, one hand gripping her thigh while the other began to work on her more…in depth as some would say.

It didn’t take her long to cum, that was one of the things I liked about her, she was so sensitive when it came to our intimate times, at first she had tried to hide it, but after a few deep thrusts of my cock and a little praise, her little “secret” came flooding out, that among many things,

“Do you want to go again like this…or do you want this” I said to her, pulling out my throbbing cock from its confines and looking up at her as I waited for her answer.

She looked like she was having some inner turmoil right now, but that was ok, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t help my woman in her time of need.

Stroking my cock for a bit, I let the precum spread across the length, and after making sure it was wet enough, I brought myself closer between her legs, the feeling of being in between her thighs was like heaven, but I had to focus right now.

“I’ll put the tip in…you tell me if you rather this or my fingers” I said to her, looking into her eyes for any sign of denial, seeing none, I positioned my cock infront of her pussy, my eyes staying on hers as I slowly thrusted my tip inside her, and just like i promised, I only put that part in,

“So..?” I asked her, my eyes now staring down her shaking form beneath me. She looked absolutely fucked out already, it must have been from hoe I was working my fingers earlier,

It took her a full minute or so before she let out a quiet whisper, “i want this..” she said lowly, but it was pretty audible to me so that’s all that matters.

I slowly began to push more and more in, my jaw clenching as her insides began to engulf my cock, the tightness causing me to damn near buss a load right then and there, but I had to wait, I had to take care of my woman first,

Second person POV:

Bishop was looking right into your eyes as he thrusted in, his eyes only faltering for a quick second, but that was only when he had managed to bottom out inside you, a once in a blue mood smile gracing his face as he did so.

“I can do this…” you thought to yourself, building up confidence for the fucking you KNEW you were about to get, but oh boy were you nervous.

You felt as he slowly withdrew, his hands gripping your waist to keep you steady as he thrusted back in. His thrusts were now gaining a slowly but steady rhythm as to not overwhelm you just yet, but even that was getting too much for you.

“So wet” you heard him mumble, your body getting flustered and hot at his choice of words, he was always so verbal while you guys went at it, it was all good though, you liked that.

He then began to pick up the pace, his face lowering down to yours and capturing your lips in a slow and deep kiss, tho his thrusts were contradicting that slightly.

He didn’t let up, his kissed moving from your lips to your neck as he made sure to angle himself to where he was slamming into your G spot with every stroke, eyes closing as he listened to the beautiful sounds he was getting out of you,

“Sound so good baby, you love this huh?” He teased, one of his hands reaching for the thighs of your legs and grasping it in his palm as he spread it more to the side, his thrusts getting deeper as he did this,

“Wa…it” you begged, your hand finding its way to his stomach as the pleasure was starting to get to your head too much, your whole body shaking as you tried to handle it,

Bishop just shook his head in disapproval, “no, you can take it” he spoke quietly, his body weight pressing against yours as to make sure you laid there and take what he was giving to you.

“It’s too big..too much…baby please” you whined, your shaky hand now moving from his stomach to his arm, gripping it as handed as you could to try and ground yourself and stay conscious, but that was barely working,

“Too big? I fit so well tho” he mumbled, almost laughing as he felt your insides try and pull him deeper whenever he eased out, “look, even your pussy agrees with me” as soon as he said those words, you felt a tight feeling in your stomach, you knew what it meant, and it didn’t take long for Bishop to realize it too,

“You gonna cum?” he said, pulling his head out of your neck and now looking down at your face. You had tears running down your face, your hair(that he paid for) was splayed all over the pillow, and your chocolate skin was dripping with sweat, Bishop could cum from this sight alone.

“Together?” He asked, his hands now finding its way to the back of your head as he waited for your response,

“yeah..” you whimpered out, a gasp escaping you as he gently grasped your hair into his hand and lifted your head up to the point that his face was only inches away from yours.

“You love me?” He asked, his eyes staring into your fucked out ones, “I do..I do baby” you managed to mumble out, your nails scratching his back unconsciously,

Bishop felt it, but he didn’t stop you, he’d always let you to mark him up any way you wanted, he loved how he would walk around and the proof of how well he fucked his girl would be engraved on his skin, he took great pride in that.

“Say you love me,” he whispered, his strokes now slow but still deep, “say it, come on baby” he knew he had you right where he wanted you, he wanted you to cum while professing your love for him, and that’s exactly what you did,

“I…I love you B” you whimpered out, voice shaking but still managing to utter those words, “If you love me..you’ll cum on my dick right now” The words immediately took effect on you, Bishop could tell immediately that you were going to cum within seconds, and he instantly switched up the pace, wanting to experience the pleasure of cumming with you, just the thought caused a smile to overtake his face once again,

He felt it right away, from the loud moans that you released, and from the way how your eyes rolled back he knew what it was, “thereee you go, now that wasn’t so hard was it” he groaned out, the tightness causing him cum inside you without a second to think.

You were damn near passed out at this point, your brain checking out from all the pleasure that you just experienced. He was definitely going to talk about this later.

“Do you want a kiss?” He asked, his hand rubbing your hair softly, “yeah…” you mumbled, voice quiet and quivering.

Bishop drew you closer, wrapping his arm free arm around you and using the one hand in your head to bring your face closer to his, eyes closing as he captured your lips in a soft and heated kiss.

This is exactly where you wanted to be.

Bishops POV, Three hours later:

She was now fast asleep in my arms, her face in my neck as she laid on her side with her body facing mine.

“How could such beauty come from such ugly” I thought to myself, my hand rubbing up and down at her waist as I leaned back to get a good look at her face,

“Even under the moonlight…you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” I whispered, planting a quick peck on her forehead without thinking, freezing when she moved a bit, scared that I might have woken her.

Summary: You weren’t very well known, you’d made it very clear to your father when you reached grown age that you wanted no part in whatever “business” he was indulging himself in, though it seems like he’s not the only one indulging in things of forbidden nature.

Warnings: Slight nudity, Alamo, secret relationship, kissing, suggestive contents, employment, fluff, cursing, reader trying not to fold, Bishop trying not to fold, both you guys folding like laundry.

AN: Try listening to “Not around” by Nova while reading for better experience😊 Enjoy guys❤️🌺

Third person POV:

You don’t even know why you came back to this place, well you technically did know why, but still…..you just really didn’t like the feel of the house, its energy reeked of corruption and dirty money, and since it was your father’s house that’s most likely what it was built with.

“Papa, are you here?” you called out, walking around the building to try and find any traces of him, “I’ve returned from the horrors of the real world” you joked, rolling your eyes as you continued to trek through the house.

Luckily your journey wasn’t a very long one, your walking coming to a halt when as you finally caught sight of him.

He was sitting in his hot tub, soft music playing in the background as the water bubbled around him perfectly,

Yep, that was your pops, how he managed to sit in a hot tub in the Cali heat was something that always amazed you,

“Papa I was calling yo-“

Andddd there goes a half naked girl walking infront of you,

“This is why I don’t like visiting” you thought to yourself, quickly turning away out of instinct so you wouldn’t see the sight,

“I see you’re still as bashful as ever” Alamo joked, a laugh escaping his mouth as he beckoned the girl over to him, whispering something into her ear before shooing her away, not forgetting to give her a swat on the bottom.

“It’s hard not to be when every time I come over here I get greeted by….that” you didn’t even know how to properly put your words into sentences right now, you just wanted to go home at this point.

Taking a few seconds to gather yourself, you turned back around to face him, your eyes meeting his as you began to talk, a habit from your childhood that he enforced on you to do “always look a nigga in the eye” he’d say to you, and you just stuck with it.

“Anyways, I’m just here to ask about my birth certificate, I need it for this new job I’m trying to get” you said to him walking over to the hot tub and sitting on the edge of it without thinking.

“Why they suddenly have a needing for that” he asked, his interest now peaked on the subject, “Cause they’re not on your payroll” you retorted with a roll of your eyes, taking out your phone out of your purse and beginning to scroll on it,

“Hmmmmmmm” He said outloud, “It’s somewhere in my room, I’ll have one of my guys bring it down” you originally wanted to go get it yourself, but thinking about the kind of business that he does, it’s probably a good idea for someone ELSE to go in his room for it instead of you.

“Speaking of my guys” hearing voices entering the space you were in, you raised your head out of your phone, your eyes scanning the new persons entering the room.

It was three guys, one of which you recognized immediately, and two others that were completely new faces, they probably worked here for years, but hey, it’s not like you were around often enough to even take note.

“Y’all’s, this my little princess, she done came to visit her old man”

you wanted so bad to roll your eyes once again at his choice of words, but you kept it to yourself, you didn’t want to deal with a possible scolding, even at your big age.

“Hi yall,” you said to them, giving them a nod of acknowledgement before looking over at the familiar face that was now standing far off from everyone else,

“Hey Bishop” you greeted, trying not to look for too long or make anything seem suspicious between the two of you,

G and Kidd greeted you back politely, then withdrew over to a couch on the side where three other girls were, “when did they even get there?” You thought to yourself, confusion written all over your face at the sight of the girls, you could’ve sworn it was just you and your pops here awhile ago,

Bishop on the other hand didn’t answer back, his hands working on fixing himself a drink at the bar area instead, but you didn’t really mind. Getting up from your place on the hot tub, turned to face your father,

“Which one’s bringing it to me” you asked him, wanting to just get the paper and go home as soon as possible.

“Bishop is” As soon as he said those words, you heard a glass clank on the counter of the bar, “What will I be doing?” His monotone voice was very quiet, his eyes now trained on you and Alamo, a professional stance that he always kept whenever you came over and Alamo or anyone else for the matter was around.

He and you both knew that if he was to act too close to you around Alamo, or even look at you for too long the man would get suspicious, and yall didn’t want to deal with that.

“I have a little…errand for you” Alamo said, picking up a small glass from the side of his hot tub, swirling the brown liquid around slowly as if he was waiting for some magic to happen.

A couple minutes later, you were walking beside Bishop, a smile on your face as you guys finally got away from everyone else,

“Soooo how’s work going B” you asked, playfully bumping into his shoulder. Bishop kept his eyes forward, a nonchalant look plastered all over his face, “you shouldn’t call me that while I’m at work” he said quietly, and from how you knew him, that was literally the only tone he spoke in.

“Only at home then?” You joked, your finger tips finding its way to the back of his hand, you’d always liked physical touch, and he, even though he didn’t seem it, liked to be the one to give it to you, and that would always put a smile on your face.

The feeling of your fingers against his hand caused him to pause in his tracks, you also automatically halting in your tracks when you saw that he wasn’t walking anymore.

“Be careful” He said without turning to you, and for a moment, you two stood there, but that moment didn’t last long before he started walking again, you following beside him closely.

“Okkkk only at home then” you teased, rolling your eyes as you guys walked towards the room door, your eyes looking at the paintings on the corridor walls.

It was too bad you weren’t looking at him though, you would’ve been graced with the sight of the small smile that appeared on his face, but like money during the end of the month, it disappeared as soon as it appeared.

“Wait here…I’ll go retrieve it” he said, giving you no time to speak before opening the door and heading in.

You didn’t care much to go in there, you only tagged along cause you wanted to be near Bishop, and you got what you wanted, so you were satisfied with just that.

It barely took 3 minutes before he came back out of the room, a piece of paper neatly folded in his hands,

“Here it is.” He said, setting the paper into your open palm without emotion, “You should head home now” you nodded at his words, smiling as you looked over at him.

As you two began to walk back to where you last saw everybody, your thoughts began to rush into your head, they were about Bishap, about the world, about you, the job you were trying to get, your dad, just anything and everything,

Though for some reason, your mind just always found its way back to the man walking beside you, his aura filled with mystery and quietness, but that didn’t drive you away, because to you, that was one of the things that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

To others, his lack of emotion while talking would probably throw them off, but to you, that was possibly one of your most favorite things about him…among other things of course.

“There’s so many things to like about him,” you thought to yourself, sneaking a glance at his pants, or mostly the crotch of it, “so many things….” Yep, you definitely knew what you were doing tonight.

“You’re staring at my dick” his stoic voice snapped you out of your trance, your ears feeling hot at the fact that you got caught looking, “huh wha,” you were starting to become nervous right now, his presence causing butterflies to form in your stomach.

“I feel like a fuckin school girl in love right now” you thought to yourself as you tried to force yourself to not to react to his words, you would NOT fold, he would NOT make you fold, no matter what he said.

“Mmm, you must want it” you folded…

how he managed to say something like that without even a slight facial expression really baffled you, but you quickly snapped out of your shock and retorted back,

“B….what the fuck” You said to him, “Eyes don’t lie” By the time he was done saying that, you two were back in the hall area, your dad and everyone now out of sight and gone,

“I should go find them now….head home” his voice leaved no room for questions, nothing about him really did but hey, that’s what you liked, so you gave him a short nod of compliance.

You knew he had a job to do, and you didn’t want to keep him for too long, so you had to let him go, “I’ll see you at home B” you said in a quiet voice, still careful of your surroundings. Bishop gave you a short nod in return, turning his heel and walking in the direction he thinks they might be at and knowing them, they’ll definitely be where he was thinking…the pool.

“Mmmm, I love seeing him walk away” you thought to yourself, shaking your head as you walked towards the front door, dramatically opening it as as if it were the gates to a free shopping spree, “one small step for man headass” you joked, laughing as you walked out of that god forsaken place once again.

LATER IN THE NIGHT:

The time was now 11:48 PM, and Bishop was still not back yet, you were used to him coming home a bit late, but that didn’t make you miss him any less.

At the moment, you were occupying your time by sitting on your couch and watching a movie, it was kind of interesting so it managed to take your mind off your loneliness for a little while, and you were grateful for that.

While one of the characters was in the middle of a dialogue, you heard a jingle at the front door, your eyes widening as you saw who came through the door.

“B” you screamed excitedly, you were used to him being home a bit later, so you couldn’t hold the excitement in when you saw him. Bishop was barely able to finish taking his shoes off before he was he was tackled by you, his body somehow managing to not move or be shoved back by the force of you jumping on him.

“I missed you” you said to him, both your arms and legs wrapping around him like a snake, a big smile on your face as you began to pepper kisses all over his face, making sure not to miss his lips,

“You saw me a couple hours ago” he said quietly, one arm wrapping around you while the other found its place in your hair, stroking it gently as he walked over to the living room, quickly finding the couch and sitting down with you now on his lap.

“But still, that was so long ago” you exclaimed, your body getting comfortable being so close to his, it was always like that with you for some reason.

“Mmm” though that wasn’t a clear response, you still took it, “You sleepy” you asked him, looking at the time and seeing the reading be 12:03 AM.

Usually, Bishop would be down at the club right now, but seeing how it was now Sunday, and the club was closed, and Alamo probably wouldn’t need him for anything, this gave him the perfect opportunity and free time to do whatever he wished and boyyyyyy did he have some ideas.

“I’m not sleepy….” he stated, his hands rubbing up and down your back slowly, one hand slipping underneath the shirt you were wearing.

You still hadn’t caught the gist of what he was trying to do, the words he had said yesterday slipping from your mind as you tried to think of anything else that he could need at the moment.

“Want me to fix you something to eat then B” you asked sincerely, not noticing the closeness of your mouth to his ear as you spoke, Bishop on the other hand sure as hell did though.

“Yeah, I could eat” he stated, something different in his voice, and something waayyyy different in his mind, but you, focused on trying to help him in any way didn’t see through that, you’d definitely pay for that.

“Come, I have some pizza from earlier, I can heat some slices for you” you said to him as you stood up from his lap, taking his hand into yours as you began to lead him into the kitchen, a happy smile on your face.

Bishop was trying so hard to right now not to fold, but it was so hard to when all he could think about was the way how you whispered into his ears mere minutes ago, how you ran and jumped into his arms without thinking, how you sat so confidently in his lap as if you belonged there, and if he could have it his way, he’d make it so you’d never have to leave your place beside him, but he knew how everything was, he knew he had to be patient as to not put you or the relationship you two had in secret at any risk, he’d rather die than do that.

“B, come here” he broke out of his thoughts immediately, walking over to the table where you were standing, you didn’t wait for him to say anything before you gave him a quick peck on the lips, so quickly that you didn’t notice the look he was giving you when you pulled away.

“Sit sitttt” you said to him, pulling the chair back so he could take his seat. As soon as Bishop sat down, you sat on his thigh, getting yourself comfortable in the position and wrapping an arm around him, him also wrapping one arm around you, his other hand working on the pizza in front of him.

“You really like sitting on me huh” you heard him say, a meaning hidden deep in his quiet voice, “yeah, it’s very comfortable” you said back, humming as you gave him a peck on the cheek just because you felt like it.

“You know, I’ve always liked your hair…it’s one of the first things I noticed about you” you started up, your free hand playing with the lone loc that rested on his shoulder, “it’s so cute” Bishop almost side eyed you there, he’s a grown man, there’s no way you just called him ’cute’.

Summary: You weren’t very well known, you’d made it very clear to your father when you reached grown age that you wanted no part in whatever “business” he was indulging himself in, though it seems like he’s not the only one indulging in things of forbidden nature.

COMING SOON😊

Imagine

You’re a very picky person, some would call you spoiled in many ways. You loveeddddd the 2000s fashion, so anywhere you’re seen you’d always be rocking low rise jeans, crop tops, heels, capris, handbags, purses, all that. You’d been friends with Michael for awhile, his first impression of you being you looking him up and down and giving his outfit a nod of approval, and now, you guys do anything together, from prank calls, judging people’s outfits, gossiping about the latest news with celebrities, and sneaking into peoples parties just for fun, helping each other pick out fits, anything.

“Michael, should I wear my Miss Me jeans or my capris, I heard 50¢ would be there?” you asked as you turned around to face him, you had decided to tag along with him to an event for singers and rappers and whatnot.

Michael, he damn near had a heart attack when he opened the door and saw you, how’d you get into his house???? But knowing you, he knew you’d use any means to get what you want.

“Who said you’re coming with me?” He asked, his arms folded as he finally caught sight of his half open window, “yep, and knowing her she probably had Paris open it” he thought to himself.

“Me….I just said it” Michael scratched his head at your words, he knew you wouldn’t give up on this, plus he didn’t mind having someone else with him….

“Oh and again, will 50¢ be there?” You once again asked, using his mirror to check out your outfit, smirking to yourself when it all came out good. “You better leave that man alone,” Michael said as he walked closer, inspecting your outfit to make sure it was on point.

You’d always said that you would never forgive him if he let you walk outside looking ‘mangy’ so he made sure you’re always looking fly.

“By the time you’re done with him he’s gonna be ¢25” As soon as he said that he bursted into fit of laughing, quickly running away when he saw you grab a shoe ready to throw it at him,

Summary: While preparing for your outing with Michael, you encounter a dilemma, will it impact your whole day, or will you fix it, only time will tell. How did your day go?

Warnings: Fluff, mischief making involving certain persons🫣, Michael applying pressure, reader folding multiple times, close proximity, Jermaine.

AN: Thoughts are highlighted in blue. I went to prom on Saturday, it was so funnn, me and my date danced to Purple Rain while we were there😊. If you guys feel like it, listen to “Golden Brown” by the Stranglers for the first half, and when you get to the date, listen to “Knockin’ the boots” by H-TOWN😊 Enjoy yall🙂‍↕️

Chapter 5

Third person POV:

You’ve never felt more conflicted than you were right now.

You and Michael had decided that you guys would meet at this new club that had opened up, it was called Studio 56 or something, and it was also said to have allot of celebrities partying there, so yall wouldn’t have to worry about him getting bombarded by fans or people demanding pictures,

But that wasn’t what you were conflicted about,

you were conflicted about what outfit you were going to wear. You always had a habit of mixing clothes from the time that you were in with the 2000s look, just because you felt like it, and just because you wanted to be…you.

But now, your mind couldn’t think of anything, everything going blank as you stared at the dormant clothes in your closet, trying your best to stay calm

“There’s nothing to worry about” you said out loud, a smile on your face…

“TO HELL THERES NOT” your mood shifted in less than 1 second, the pressure getting to you as you began to look through your closet, your clothes suddenly looking like a mixture of too much or too little for the date.

You were starting to overthink again, “This isn’t going to workkkk, I’ll end up looking a mess” you said to yourself, damn near about to collapse on the floor and start screaming.

“My outfit is gonna look like Willy Wonka’s own” now your stomach was starting to churn, the nerves getting to you.

“Nooooo, I won’t even look like the OG one,” you said out loud to yourself, “Maybe the cosplayer on TikTok….?” The thought caused a chuckle to escape you, shaking your head at the thought,

“I’m gonna look like one of the umpa lumpas” the new thought made you burst out laughing a bit more, your nerves slowly calming down, a smile gracing your face as you successfully managed to calm yourself.

“Okkk, let’s do this” you thought to yourself, turning away from the closet, your hand tapping your thigh, your mind racking through EVERYTHING, thinking back to your TikTok and Pinterest knowledge, but then you thought of something,

“Wait, skirts are popular in these time” you had came up with an idea, slowly turning back to your closet, oggling it like it was a buried gold chest.

“Skirt…long sleeve… heels,” it was all coming together

“Skirt, long sleeve, heels” you smiled as you imagined the outfit, “yesssssss, it’s all coming together,”

“I’m such a genius” you thought to yourself as you picked out the outfit, a familiar big goofy grin gracing your face when you held up the outfit to the light, pretending like you were inspecting money as you stared at the outfit,

Since short skirts were the thing in the 80s, it would make sense, to wear this, it would be comfortable, anddddd your style, “This is perfect”

You tried on the outfit, making sure to put on a reasonable amount of jewelry, with all the shows and movies you watched that were based in the 80s, you knew it was the norm to wear as much Jewelry as possible,

“Why not y’all” you thought to yourself, putting on 3 bangles on each arm, putting on a pair of medium sized hoop earrings in your ears, two necklaces around your neck, and to top it all off, a gold ring on your index finger, the glint causing a sense of pride to well up in your heart.

You worked really hard for that ring. Stopping for a second, you began to look around your flat, taking in the sight of everything, smiling at the sight, all those late night shifts and what not really paid off,

you were living comfortably, and not just that, you were living in the 80s, the most colorful and bright era in American history,

“According to TikTok that is” you joked to yourself, shaking your head as you went back to your outfit, taking steps towards the mirror, wanting to see what you looked like.

“GAHDAMNNNNN” you shouted, staring at your reflection in the mirror, “DAMN I LOOK FINE” you said out loud, hitting a ton of poses, walking back and forth in your heels to get the feel of what you’d look like when you got there,

“Wish I had my phone right now” you thought to yourself, a sigh escaping you, but hey, at least you get to go on a date with Michael Jackson.

“Yeah….” You thought to yourself, slowly amping yourself up, “Yeah, I get to go on a date with Michael Jackson” now you were speaking out loud, a grin gracing your face,

“Me,” now you were getting into it, your heart starting

“ME, I GET TO GO ON A DATE WITH MICHAEL JACKSON” you screamed out loud, the happiness causing you to jump up and down in excitement, “I wonder what he’ll wear” you said out loud, starting to imagine him walking through the club,

“It doesn’t matter, he’ll look handsome either way” You didn’t care that you were acting like a fangirl, I mean who wouldn’t if they got the chance to go on a date with THE Michael Jackson, and yall the fact that there’ll be dancing too made you even more excited, all sorts of thoughts running through your head.

You’ve never been out clubbing before, “I wonder what music they’ll play” you thought to yourself as you continued to look into the mirror, trying styled in your hair to get an idea on how to wear it tonight.

After a few minutes of admiring yourself, you were setting everything back into place when your phone suddenly started ringing.

Walking over to your bedside table, you smiled as you took it off the hook, “Hello” you said in a happy voice, a good feeling that it could be Michael,

How wrong you were.

“IS THIS THE GIRL” you heard over the phone, your smile dropping at the unfamiliar voice, confusion spreading all over you as you began to hear more people chiming in,

“WAIT I WANNA GET CLOSE TOO” one more person added on, shuffling being heard as it seemed like he pushed his way through,

“What’s your name” you heard one person ask, but their voice was swallowed up as more people joined in, “HOW’D YOU MEET HIM” one person said, his voice loud as more voices talked over him

“Have you guys kissed yet” you heard a voice say, that one was definitely a girls, she sounded like the calmer on the bunch, “With the way how they were laughing yesterday, they probably did more than th-“ he was cut off as someone yelled at him,

“JERMAINE DON’T SCARE HER” you heard the voice say, but it was too late, your heart was now racing at the thing that he was insinuating, it sounded like he was saying you were doing “things” with someone, but who were they talking about you wondered.

“Ummmm” you said out loud, feeling a bit nervous as you didn’t know what was going on, or who these people were.

“She sounds cute” you also heard, this voice sounded like a girls, but that’s not all, it sounded….familiar, “where’d I hear this voice from” you wondered

“Calm down yall, you’ll scare away Michael’s lady friend” you froze for a second as soon as you heard the voice you recognized him,

you that was the voice you heard yesterday while on the phone with Michael, “Isn’t that Jackie” you thought to yourself,

“But Jackie, we wanna talk to her too” you heard the familiar voice again, it the girl that had called your own voice cute “Where have I heard her from” you were racking your brain for clues, it was on the tip of your tongue at this point,

“I know Janet, but let’s not scare her,” you froze, a small gasp escaping you as if you just solved the biggest case of call time,

“JANET JACKSON” you screamed in your head, everything coming together, these were Michael’s siblings.

Your moment of epiphany only lasted about ten seconds before you heard a new voice over the phone, an even more familiar one,

“Whats going on here…” it suddenly went quiet on the other end, the phone hadn’t hung up, but you swore it had for a second with how silent it got, “ummmm” you heard Janet say, her voice very quiet,

“Why’re you all crowding my pho-“ you could hear confusion turn into realization, “ermmmm” you thought to yourself, feeling the tension from over the phone.

Michael’s POV:

I stood there for a second, my eyes looking at all my siblings in my room, a suspicious glint in my eye, this was VERY unusual, and what was even more unusual was the fact that they were all crowded around my phone,

My phone…my phone, wait a minute, “What are you guys doi-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence, my words cut off as all my siblings suddenly bum rushed me, loud snickers could be heard as they all ran through my door,

I watched as they split into different directions, Jermaine tripping and falling but quickly getting back up with the help of Janet, “come onnnn” I heard her say as she dragged him down the stairs, as far away from my room as possible,

“Michael?” I heard in my room, the familiar voice causing me to freeze in my tracks, “Is that you Michael” I stood there for a few seconds, contemplating running out of the house and immigrating to Portugal than face what could be waiting for me on that phone.

I slowly began to walk over to my phone, my heart racing as I reached for it, hope in my mind that it possibly wasn’t her on the phone, sweat forming on in my palms as I took the phone into my hand.

Making sure to take it off the speaker phone before pressing it against my ear “Hello” I heard the voice say

“Yep, it was her” I thought to myself, already feeling embarrassed at the thought of anything my siblings could have said to her, because knowing them, they probably said more than necessary, WAY more than necessary.

After a second of mentally preparing myself, I began to talk, I mean what’s the worst that could happen

“Hi y/n”

Third person POV:

“Nothing bad happened” Michael thought to himself, the conversation between you and him went smoothly, he had apologized for anything his siblings could have said, because again, knowing them, they probably said ALLOT, but upon the knowledge that they were his siblings, you didn’t seem to mind, so you decided not to say anything about it to Michael

it wasn’t long before the conversation shifted, you guys we’re talking about the meetup that would be taking place later that night,

“Sooo, what time are you gonna head out?” you asked, talking off the outfit you were trying on and setting it to the side, “Let’s meet there at like 9:25” you heard him say.

Looking at your own clock, it read 4:26, that gave you a good amount of time for any side quests you wanted to do, or if you wanted to start up on some dinner or something.

Nodding at yourself, you stared at your phone, once again in shock at everything going on,

“Date with Michael Jackson” you said in your head, the same big goofy grin appearing on your face at the thought, if you were a fly, you’d definitely be rubbing your hands together right now,

“I’ll see you there” you said to him, eagerness in your voice, and you didn’t even try and hide it,

“Yeah, I’ll see you there”

You almost fell over when he said that, he had used his deep voice, and the effect was immediate as you began to feel your heart race, your mind flooding with thoughts

“FUCKKKKKK HES SOUNDS SO HOTTTTT” you wanted to scream, “I wonder what he sounds like when he’s whispering”

Yeah, you needed to get off this phone before you reached through and grabbed him, definitely on some Looney Tones timing.

“Umm, bye Michael,” you managed to whisper out, your hands sweating as you held the phone “can’t wait to see you there”

As soon as you said those words, you quickly hung up the phone, jumping up from your bed and pacing around the room, jumping up and down to try and ease the nerves,

“FAHHHHH I CAN’T BELIEVE I SAID THAT” you screamed out loud, gripping your hair and falling to the floor, “Just kill me now,”

you laid there for like two seconds, trying to forget what just happened, but it want long before the thought of what you said sprung back,

“AHHHHHHHH” you groaned, kicking your legs into the air as you convulsed on the floor, embarrassment setting in quickly as you kept replaying what you said,

This went on for a while, but after a few hours, you managed to calm down, having other things to worry about, you had to shower, shave, style your hair, put on your makeup, get your outfit ready, so much to do, so you had to use your time wisely.

“Let’s do this guys”

Five or so hours later:

You were inside the club, sitting down as you watched everyone dance to the music. The place was packed, and you couldn’t help but notice the groovy atmosphere, the disco lights shining as everyone moved to the beat of the songs,

A half empty cup rested in your hand, it used to be filled with a fruity alcohol drink, but you had drunk it down half a pint. It really tasted good, and it left a sweet aftertaste in your mouth with every sip sip, AND you weren’t even feeling the effects, even after you had drank the earlier,

“maybe I should have another” you thought to yourself before taking another sip of your drink

While you were admiring everyone and everything in the club, drink in hand, you felt a dip beside you on the couch, looking over, you almost screamed at the sight.

Michael was sitting beside you, Michael was sitting beside you, MICHAEL WAS SITTING BESIDE YOU, “calm down” you told yourself, “CALM THE FUCK DO-“ you couldn’t finish your thought, your mind going blank as you heard his voice against your ear,

“Hi there” it only took his deep voice against your ear to cause your breath to hitch, if the music wasn’t so loud, he’d be able to hear how loud your heart was beating.

Now he’d done it, he may not have realized it, but he’d really done it,

You unconsciously looked over at him, pausing when you realized that his face was now mere inches from yours, your eyes gazing into his, and if by coincidence the DJ began to play “Uptown girl”, the upbeat intro causing you to slowly begin to snap out of your trance.

“Would you like to dance” he finally broke the silence, turning away from you to take a glance at the dance floor, his smile beaming at the sight of the moving bodies.

“Yeah..I’d love to” you said without thinking, still stuck in your trance of his voice, but you were quickly pulled out of it when he took your hand into his, taking the lead as you guys walked to the dance floor, your drink long forgotten.

He placed you in front of him as you two began dancing, well him more than you, you were just following what you saw everyone else doing, laughs escaping the both of you as you guys continued to dance the night away.

On many occasions for the duration of you guys dancing, Michael couldn’t help but stare down at you, happiness in his eyes as you danced away without worry. Seeing you so happy for some reason meant the world to him.

The technique of watching others dancing and following after them worked out very good, your head dizzy after all the moves and spinning that you did, combined with the drinks that you had earlier.

The song had ended, but it wasn’t long before the DJ started playing another song. The beat of the song was oddly familiar, “waiiiittt, isn’t this” a gasp escaped you when the song continued,

The song was “Love to Love you” by Donna Summer. Immediately you began to feel flustered, scared to turn around or even move an inch as the song continued.

You became aware of how people were starting to move, your eyes darting around as you saw the women beginning to grind on the men, the men also holding onto the women’s waist as they moved along too,

“Wait huh…” you thought to yourself, you weren’t expecting everything to start dancing like this, their bodies moving without a care for the sounds of the singer’s moans echoing in the club.

“Why’d you stop” you heard from behind you, your heart once again falling into your stomach as you suddenly felt his body press against your back, it was probably because of how packed it was, but the close proximity still brought a reaction out of you,

Seeing that you were making no move to keep dancing, Michael, thinking you didn’t know what to do took matters into his own hands.

“Here, just move…like this” he instructed, placing his hands on your around your waist, slowly moving your body along with his to the beat, smiling as you caught the hang of it, you were still being a bit clumsy, but Michael didn’t seem to mind, nor care.

“I must have gone to heaven” you thought to yourself, as you allowed yourself to dance along with him, your nervousness floating away for some reason,

“Maybe it was the drink” you told yourself, becoming even more aware of his hands that were still wrapped around my waist.

Normally, you’d be screaming or overthinking anything that had to do with him, but right now, you just wanted to be here in this moment , no worries, no stress, just you and Michael.

Michael could feel slowly you lean against his body, a smile gracing his face as he let you press against him to your heart’s content, the music fueling his mood and his movements.

Without thinking, he turned you around to face him, his eyes staring down at you as you clung onto his body, your arms wrapping around his waist as if he’d disappear if you let go.

Michael smiled at the sight “so cute” he thought to himself, letting you continue to use him like your own personal teddy bear,

“I wouldn’t mind that” he thought to himself, pausing for a second before he chuckled at the thought.

You on the other hand was in your own world, your eyes stayed closed as you stuffed your face into his top, not caring how you looked at the moment

“Still smells so good” you mumbled against him, your drinks from earlier now catching up to you. Michael let out a small laugh at your words, he could tell that you were a bit tipsy, so he expected any and everything,

“thank you,” he said softly, his eyes looking down at you, “I wanted to be presentable” he finished off, his words causing your heart to skip a beat,

“For me..?” You thought to yourself, a giddy feeling filling you up as you began to imagine him in his room picking out clothes, probably stressing just like you were, or him sniffing his colognes as he tried to find the best one,

“for you” he stated, not knowing if you heard him or not….

You did.

Summary: You finally get home, not wasting any time as you immediately began doing your winding down routine after your long day at work. But wait, there’s more….

Warnings: Fluff, gossiping, Michael being messy, reader being messy, reader and Michael getting along, reader using 2000s slang, read to find out the rest🙂‍↕️

AN: Blue texts are thoughts, also, if you feel like it, listen to "Let go" by Ark Patrol for the first half, then"My way" by Fetty Wap for the second half. Hope yall enjoy😊

Chapter 4

Third Person POV:

Even though you were grateful that you hadn’t gone home early, the consequences of your late night festivities were very clear as you staggered through the door, tiredness evident on your face as you threw your work bag towards your couch, not even looking to see if it landed.

You’re pretty sure if you even looked towards the couch you’d try throwing yourself next, “Lucky purse” you said to yourself as you walked into your room.

“I need to shower, but I’m so tireddddd” you whined out loud, contemplating just going to sleep without showering, but you knew how that would go, sweaty body plus cotton sheets plus summer time, yeahhhhh that was DEFINITELY not a good equation to work with.

Rolling your eyes, you groggily grabbed some PJ’s out of your drawers, not even caring to close it as you trudged into the bathroom, your mind only thinking of the good nights rest you were going to get.

As you began taking off your clothes, and tying up your hair, you couldn’t help but reminisce the events that took place less than two hours ago.

“Haaa, so worth it tho” you told yourself as you stepped into the shower, standing still as you let the water run over your body for a few seconds, then getting your soap and getting down to business, not wanting to spend too much time in there, the sleepiness getting to you,

A few minutes later, after taking your shower and doing anything that needed to get done, you jumped into your bed, the soft sheets instantly pulled you into a trance of relaxation, “Now I can finally go to sleep” you said out loud, your voice barely audible, “heh, Playboy Carti reference” you humored yourself, a small chuckle leaving you as you turned over on your back,

Not even bothering to get underneath the sheets, you lay there for a few minutes, slowly feeling sleep starting to take you into its arms, “Today is a great day” you whispered out loud, and not even 10 seconds later, you were immediately knocked out.

A few hours later:

You had woken up at 3:56PM, you slept for a good 12 or so hours, having came home at 2 or so last night, it still didn’t feel like enough,

but alas, your slumber was disrupted by the grumble in your stomach, and the feeling that you needed to be awake right now.

Your intuition was right, because now even 5 minutes after you sat down on your bed with your newly cooked meal in front of you, your phone rang,

“who the hell is calling me on my day off” you grumbled to yourself, wiping your fingers off before you grabbed your landline at the side of your bed,

“Hello?” You said, wondering who in their right mind would call you right now,

“Hi,” Instantly recognizing the voice, you felt your heart skip a beat as he continued talking, your irritation quickly fading away “It’s Michael”

Andddd that’s how you ended up like this right now, not even 20 minutes later.

“I know it might sound crazy, but she really did that” I said over the phone, laughter evident in my voice as I carried on on the phone,

“I feel like that one lady from TikTok, the Chilli Mac one” just the thought alone caused me to burst out into laughter, and the sound of my laughter caused him to laugh even louder,

“So you mean to tell me,” Michael could barely get his sentence out, laughter taking over his body almost completely “Wajt, lemme be serio-“ he could barely continue himself as he suddenly bursted out laughing, not caring if his family heard him,

“Yessss bro, she really decided that she was going to whoop this man for lying to her” I said to him, not realizing that I was using modern term language with him, but he didn’t seem to notice.

I was telling him the story of one of my neighbors that I had growing up, Ms Bertha had found out that her husband was cheating, so she waited until he was in the shower and poured baby oil on the floor, then when she asked him about it and he was acting dumb she told him to come out of the shower to talk to her face to face.

“Maannnn, that lady got him good” I gossiped, taking a bite out of my food as I listened to him laugh over the phone,

“And would you believe me if I told you they’re still together to this day” I said to him, shaking my head when I heard his gasp from over the phone, but that shock didn’t last long before I said something else,

“Shiiii, you never know, maybe they discovered something new about themselves that day”

As soon as I said those words, we both bursted out into a loud stream of laughing, my hand dropping the phone as I fell over on my bed, Michael was no better, his laughter still being heard, even though my phone wasn’t by my ears.

“This feels like watching reels at 2 in the morning” Now I felt genuinely tickled, my sides beginning to hurt from the laughter, “And and, that’s not even the worst pa-“ I bursted out laughing again as I thought of something else, the phone shaking in my hand as I tried to calm down”

“Ok ok, lemme be cal-“ I couldn’t help it as the thought now came to my mind, my laughter getting louder, “Gu-guess how old they were” I said to him, wheezing between words as I tried my best to calm down,

“May- maybe 20 somethi-“ I didn’t let him finish his laugh stricken words before I interrupted him, “THEY WERE 58 YEARS OLD” I shouted, the phone falling from my hand as we both once again fell over in laughter, the sound making it sound like two witches were conjuring up a spell,

Never in my life would I ever think I would be sitting on the phone gossiping with a Michael Jackson, if you were to tell me this while I was still in the 2000s, I’d probably think you were joking, or going crazy, but here I was, damn near laughing out a hole in my throat

“Ouuu ouuu, I didn’t even say this part” he heard me say, his laughter calming down a bit as he waited for my next words,

“The person he was cheating on her with…was a guy” I could feel his eyes widening through the phone, he probably felt how I felt when I first found out too, “Wait wha-“ and once again, before he could finish, I said something else, “but it just wasn’t any guy….” He held his breath as he eagerly waited for the reveal, his attention fully focused on his phone

“It was her brother,” I could tell his jaw had already dropped to the floor, silence taking over the landline “I feel like Wendy Williams right now” I thought to myself, it wasn’t long before I heard his voice again,

“HER BROTHER???” At the sound of his voice I suddenly froze for a second, his voice sounded a bit….deep, sure, you knew his singing voice wasn’t his only voice, but to hear it in over the phone, it felt….electrifying.

Quickly snapping out of it, I began to engage back into my conversation with him, “yeah her brother, then he acted lik-“

Our conversation went on for awhile, I was about to tell him the story about my school principal and how he had to leave for “Bringing suspicious materials into the school” but we were interrupted by the sound of a knock on his door.

Third person POV:

Michael looked up at his door, giving a small “come in” to whoever was knocking, it was his older brother, Jackie.

“Dinners ready” he said, holding a piece of candy in his hand as he took a bite, pausing for a second before looking at Michael, then the telephone that was seated on his lap, then at the back at Michael, then back at back at the telephone, then slowly back up at Michael, a smirk appearing on his face,

“Tell your lady friend I said hi” he said before he walked out of the door, a smirk on his face at what he just said, leaving a flustered looking Michael, now realizing that you probably heard that.

“Um, sorry about him” he apologized, his face feeling hot from embarrassment

“Oh no it’s ok, I have 4 brothers, they can be like that sometimes” you joked, “but hey,” you said, already knowing you were gonna say some bullshit,

“at least our brothers are better than Ms Bertha’s one” at the mention of the woman you two were gossiping about earlier, you both let out a scream like laugh, both falling the beds as you guys lost control of yourselves,

“I better tell Janet to keep an eye out for Jackie in the future, you never kn-“ he couldn’t finish his words as he let out another scream like laugh, his body shaking on the floor as he could barely contain himself,

“Like how the hell do you get your man took by a guy named Bartholomew” you said out loud, laughter in your voice as you stood with one hand on your hip, genuinely baffled at the thought, your other hand shakily holding the phone, the result of all your wheezing and laughing,

You guys went on for a couple more minutes, telling jokes back and forth, completely forgetting that Michael was called down some time ago, “so-so whe-“ right as you were in the middle of saying something, there was once again a knock on the door, it was then that you both remembered that he had to go

“oh shoot, I forgot you had to go” You said out loud, shaking your head in disappointment, you were really enjoying yourself, and it seemed like Michael was too,

Now wanting the time to come to an end, he then thought of a plan, he was a bit nervous, to ask, but he decided to take the shot,

“You know what, since shooting is finished, I’ll be free tomorrow, what about you?” As soon as he asked those words, I felt myself freeze up “No way… is he asking me out” you thought to yourself, but without wasting a moment, you immediately replied.

Summary: You get to live out your childhood dream, and in the same way, Michael does too. A new friendship was afoot…. And maybe something more.

AN: Blue highlighted texts are thoughts, and if you feel like it, listen to “Can’t take my eyes off you” by Frankie Valli😊

Warnings: fluff, reader being nervous around Michael, future references used, reader is a huge fangirl, slight overthinking on readers part, wondering eyes on Michael Jackson.

Chapter 3

Your pov:

“This is really happening, fahhhhhh, this is really happenninggggg” I thought to myself as I began to write my phone number on a piece of paper towel that coincidentally happened to be laying on the table behind me, don’t even ask me where I got the pen from.

“Ok, stay calm, do not panic, do NOT panic” As I was trying to motivate myself into giving him my number, my mind took a sudden U turn as it began to think of other things, not so good things….

“What is he calls me while I’m asleep and I miss it,” Now I was starting to get a bit worried “what if he calls and someone else answers and acts rude and he thinks it’s me and hates me forever,” Now I was panicking, completely forgetting that I lived alone “what if he doesn’t call at all, what if h-“ I suddenly paused my negative train of thought as I was hit with another epiphany.

“Wait…late night calls…with Michael Jackson” My eyes lit up at the thought “late night calls with the future King of Pop” My heart skipped a beat at the thought “late night calls with the most handsome man I’ve ever seen….”

A big goofy grin suddenly appeared on my face as I began to think of all the possibilities “shiiiii, fuck allat, I NEED THAT” all my negative thoughts went right out the door as I eagerly handed Michael the piece of paper, all sorts of thoughts running through my head as I did so.

“You can call me any time you want to,” I said to him with a smile on my face, acting as though I wasn’t just planning a whole scenario in my head about him “Unless I’m here of course” I joked, smiling as I watched him laugh at what I said…..he really does have a great smile.

Third person POV:

You stood there for awhile, staring at him as you slowly became entranced by his very being and presence, your breath halting for a quick second, this really felt like heaven to you.

You could stare at him forever, his features were so unique and beautiful, his face was one to you that really face matched the wearer, and to you, he looked like something you’d see in an art museum.

You’ve seen his face and such in his music videos during the 2000s, yes, you even watched all his interviews that aired, both in your modern childhood and your 60s childhood, but this was something different…this was something serious.

Michael just calmed down from his laughter, a smile on his face as he then looked down at your shorter form, only then did he notice your eyes on him, a look of pure admiration written all over you.

He didn’t know why, but out of everyone that has ever stared at him like that, he felt as though he was on top of the world when you looked at him like that, your eyes filled with so much adoration, it was as though you knew something that he didn’t……you were looking at him like he would disappear any minute now.

Wanting to start up another conversation, he quickly thought of something “If you’d like, we coul-“ before he could finish, he was once again cut off, “that was happening allot recently” he noted,

“MICHAEL” the director shouted once again, the distance causing his voice to seem louder than it was as he called Michael over “I NEED YOU FOR SOMETHING” he heard him say, it was probably nothing, but he knew it was still his job to check it out.

A look of irritation flashed over Michael’s features before it quickly vanished, right on time as you snapped out of your awe-struck trance. “Oh sorry, I must be holding you back” he heard you say, embarrassment written all over your face, “No no, it’s ok” he quickly stated, not wanting me to start worrying, his hand waving infront of him as he attempted to reassure you, “I like it here” you heard him say with a soft chuckle in his voice.

That was all it took for you to calm down, his soft voice immediately easing whatever doubt or bad feeling you had. “Well, I don’t want to keep you from your work,” you said as you slowly began to move around him, not noticing the way his eyes followed you as you did so,

“It was nice talking to you Michael” As you said that, you took one last look at him, “it was nice talking to you too,” he said, watching as you began walking away from him,

“I’ll keep in touch” you heard him say right as you turned your back to him, the smile never leaving your face as you began walking towards the backstage area to gather your things and finally head home.

Michael’s POV:

My eyes couldn’t help but stare at her as she began walking away, “goodness” I whispered to myself, shaking my head at the sight. I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand, thinking of the endless possibilities.

“Yeah, I’m definitely keeping in touch” I said to myself, a smile creeping up on my face as I tucked the paper in my pocket.

“MICHAEL” I heard the director shout my name, usually, with the lack of sleep and the tiredness from work, I’d be more irritated with that, but the new turn of events tonight and the new person I met caused me to not mind it at all,

“I’M COMING” I shouted out, my eyes rolling playfully as I began walking towards the director, a smile appearing on my face when I began thinking again “Had I finally found someone that’ll be my friend?” the happy thought brought jitters to my stomach “Maybe we can have breakfast together and stuff” I thought, immediately planning stuff for the future.

“She’s so easy to talk to, we’ve never talked before, but she was so open,” As soon as that thought came through my head, I was standing in front of the director.

Summary: Your mind is fried as you’re now talking to Michael. You try and stay as calm as possible m, but let’s see how that goes

an: I hope you guys like and enjoy😊

Chapter 2

First person pov:

Theres no way this is happening, nah uh, nope, nada, nein, no way, maybe he’s talking to someone behind me. I took a peep behind me, hoping to see someone standing there….theres nobody there.

Third Person pov:

Michael stared down at the shorter girl, wondering if she was ok as she looked like she was in the middle of a crisis. He watched as her head whipped back and forth a few times from him to the table behind her, it was as if she expected someone to be there.

“Are you ok” he asked, genuine worry in his soft voice, and that seemed to snap her out of it, “yeah um, I’m ok, yeah, I’m definitely ok, yeah, soooo, what can I do you for, I mean do for you” at the sound of her nervousness, he couldn’t help but let a chuckle escape his mouth, sure, he’s used to people being nervous around him, but this was something completely different.

“I was going to ask if you enjoyed the performance,” He said in a genuine tone, “I noticed you looking while I was dancing” Michael was hoping to get another true response to his work, he did put allot of time and effort into it after all.

“It was amazing” you said without missing a beat, a look of excitement quickly gracing your face, but you then immediately became nervous as you realized how quick you had answered “I mean, you really did well” you quickly said, trying to keep your cool as you suddenly became conscious of something.

“Wait….im talking to the future king of pop” you thought to yourself, the gears in your head turning as you suddenly became hyper aware of everything, the 2000s fangirl slowly creeping out “Shit what if I make a mista-“ but that thought was immediately cut off as something else came up “he smells so gooddd”, you thought as you sneakily took a big inhale, your eyes closing as more of his scent entered your nose, “I wonder what cologne he uses….I should spray some on my pillow” As that went through your head, you though of something else “I can’t wait to see his Grammy fit next year”

In the middle of your thoughts, you then realized he was still standing in front of you. Looking up at him, your heart immediately froze as you see the look he was giving you, it was a look of pure amusement and genuine intrigue.

Before you could get lost in your thoughts again, he began talking “I don’t think I caught your nam-” you didn’t let him finish his sentence, “It’s y/n” you said with a look of glee on your face as you stared up at him, you didn’t seem to notice that you had cut him off, but he didn’t seem to care, nor mind as he never let his eyes leave your form.

Realizing that you guys were just standing there staring at each other, you suddenly became nervous, “Is there something on my face, shit what if there’s something on my face” you nervously thought, accidentally breaking the eye contact as you looked down towards the ground, your mind nor body not knowing how to handle the pressure of his presence.

“That’s a beautiful name” Michael said, his soft voice instantly causing a wave of calm to wash over you, his eyes trained on her as he noticed the way how your body began to loose its tension at the sound of his voice “It’s very nice to meet you, thank you again for staying back so late” he said, looking to the side wall that had a clock hung up on it read 1:58PM.

Michael himself was used to staying up late, but, he didn’t have a clue about my sleep schedule, so, he just wanted to say thank, you just in case. “It’s no problem, it’s an honor working with you you” you said with a tone of vigor, your hand unconsciously tapping against the side of your thigh as you tried to stay as calm as possible.

Not wanting to be awkward, you began talking to him, taking the opportunity to live out your teenage fantasies. You and Michael gradually began to get engulfed in a series of small conversations, you began to tell him about what sorts of jobs you did on set, even pointing out that you helped with the costumes, to which he gave you multiple praises for (You nearly fainted when you heard them), and even a bit of your childhood stories.

Your nervousness was still there yeah, but you seemed to be easing up, and Michael immediately took notice of that, and for some reason…he was very happy with that.

“So my sister throws a fork at her, bear in mind, I’m just sitting there eating my food and I hear some tussling on the dining table, I look up just in time to see my cousin leap OVER the table and-“ Michael listened to your stories with great a great deal of amusement, his body shaking as he would burst out into laughter, this would have usually gained him a few curious glances from others, but since it was barely anyone here, he didn’t have to worry about it.

You on the other hand, had gotten lost in your own world of yapping, your nerves long forgotten as you told him more about your crazy family, laughing when you thought of funny memories of your childhood. “I really do love them, but they can be really crazy somet-“ As you were talking, you were cut off by the director calling Michael over, probably to talk to him more about the film.

A look of disappointment flashed over both your faces, you wanted to talk to him more, and he, wanted yo hear more, but you knew that he had things to do, “perks of being famous” you thought up, a sigh leaving your mouth as you knew you’re conversational were coming at an end.

“You know what, maybe we can continue this convo later” You said to him with a smile as you glanced at the director standing behind him, then back up at Michael’s taller form. As soon as you laid your eyes on him, your heart immediately fluttered at the look on his face, he looked like he wanted to stay, like he didn’t want to go back to his world just yet, like he needed this more than anything.

It was then that you remembered all the things you had read and watched about him, the way how he grew up, how he had basically no friends, no real social life, just work and discipline, this was probably the closest he’d come to having a genuine conversation with someone that wasn’t trying to make money off him, or use him in any way.

You decided to make a bold choice, you really wanted to continue talking to him, and it would possibly be difficult with the schedules and whatnot. “It’s now or never” you thought to yourself, taking a few seconds to build up the courage for what you were about to do.

“This might be odd to ask,” you took a deep breath before continuing, “but would you like my phone number, so um, we could continue talking and such…” you said, your eyes once again facing the floor as you prepared for the worst.

Summary: An admirer that lives from afar, you are a girl from 2025. Someone who never really had much time for herself, always working to make a living, and ironically, it ended up being your cause of death. You were then reincarnated into the 60s as a baby, so, you decided to try and enjoy life as much as you can, and that starts with being a fan and a worker for the most popular guy in the world...the King Of Pop.

An: English isn’t my first language, and this is my first time writing a fanfiction😊

Chapter 1

It was the year 1983. I was seated with a few backstage crew members as we sipped on some late night coffee. I really did love my job, I was one of the ones that handled lighting, and some of the times I’d help choose out costumes. It really was something I loved doing, cause hey, if I was going to have to work to live, might as well like what I’m doing.

The time was currently 1:32AM, and we were doing some last minute touch ups for Michael’s latest song/music video, or what he preferred to call "Short film" Thriller, most of the crew had head home, but a few, me included opted to stay back and help out as much as we could.

A smile took over my face as I couldn't help but admire him, he was moving with so much energy and precise, you’d think it was bright and early by the way he was hitting those moves, AND those vocals, he truly really is such an amazing person. “He’s so awesome” I said to the nearest crew member, but I was only greeted by a tired “yeah” in return, “this guy REALLYYYY needed a nap” I thought to myself as I let out a small laugh

Not wanting to sit anymore, but with my sleepiness, it was more like not wanting to fall asleep WHILE sitting down, I got up from my spot, stretching my legs for a few seconds before I began walking towards the set, the beat playing in the background as I watched him and the zombies moving in synch, their every move being captured on the cameras.

Before I could admire more, I was brought back by the sound of the directors voice "AND CUT" he shouted, and from my place near him, I could see a proud smile grace his face as he finally got the take he wanted, every move was right, and every note was hit, "as expected of the future King of Pop" I thought to myself.

Michael walked over to the director, a proud smile on his face as he talked "Did I finally do it" He asked eagerly, his soft voice causing my inner fangirl to go OFF. I couldn't stop the smile on my face as I listened to him talk, his presence making me instantly forget my sleepiness.

After being a fan of him growing up, in both my 2000s childhood, and my 60s childhood, my heart never wavered, he would always be my favorite person. I remember how I would walk around the house humming his songs, my 60s parents wondering what I was doing when I'd bust out singing his songs, the beat unfamiliar as they were mostly the ones that hadn't even been released or even thought of yet, I really was a huge fan.

I couldn't help myself anymore, I really wanted to look at him, it's not every day you get to meet the most famous guy in the world, and the one you admire the most in the world, much less work with him "Just a little peek" I told myself, "Just a little glance, nothing more, nothing less" It took a few seconds of self motivation, but as I finally built up the courage, I slowly turned around, trying to catch a quick glance of him, he was looking at me....FUCK HE WAS LOOKING AT ME!!!

"OH SHIT" I whispered/yelled to myself, instantly turning back around "No fuckin way, no way" I thought to myself, my heart pounding out of my chest "I must be hallucinating" I said out loud, there's no way THE Michael Jackson was looking at me, yeah maybe all the coffee was getting to me....maybe if I turn around now, he'd still be talking with the director, "Yeah, there's no way he'd be looking at me" A shaky smiled graced my face as I turned around, not expecting anything.....he was walking towards me.

"Oh shit" I accidentally said out loud, my whole body freezing in place as he continued closing the distance,

"No way, no way, no way, no way, no way" I continued thinking to myself, trying to think of ways to escape, but before I could, he suddenly stopped in front of me, his soft eyes looking at me

"Hi"

Summary: An admirer that lives from afar, you are a girl from 2025. Someone who never really had much time for herself, always working to make a living, and ironically, it ended up being your cause of death. You were then reincarnated into the 60s as a baby, so, you decided to try and enjoy life as much as you can, and that starts with being a fan and a worker for the most popular guy in the world…the King Of Pop.

An: English isn’t my first language