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We waiting for love bites I know, so im working on it cause I had a bit of writers block with it but reading the previous stories helped. WHAT IF I told you though…people bouta start gettin slimed out-

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Poltergeist༄.°
Maestro x Fem!Reader!
Summery: you broke social norms in your home town Normal Valley, but you weren’t the first to do so. He was also different..
Will Contains:topic of death, a little angsty, paranormal (inspired off the short Film Ghost) flirtatious Maestro
A/N: not fully confident in this but hopefully y’all like it more than I do, not fully proofread but let me know if you all want a part 2!
You grew up in Normal Valley a small town with normal kids, normal neighbors including a normal life. As you grew up you went through not only physical changes, but emotional ones as well. Your clothes including your personality as well as your interest in the paranormal had made people think really oddly of you.
Mostly the mayor.
Except for the children though, they found interesting, taking note on how you enjoyed collecting bones and trinkets. So from time to time you’d get little knocks on your door with a pile of trinkets and what you would call ‘lost things’. Things like that always made your day and it best the mayor giving you death yard stares almost every hour of the day.
The Mayor was a man named Winston, he ran for the office a few years back. He was very conservative and did everything he could to keep this town as normal as possible.
Recently however that had came to an end due to the strange unexplainable sightings.
Knocks from door to door, people reportedly saying they seen the grim Reaper standing beside the tree’s. He appears so much that they started calling him The Reaper, the Mayor had enough and set up a mandatory meeting.
Normally you skip these things, but given the circumstances you decided to attend. Everyone made their way to ‘Valley High school’ where Mayor Winston stood expectingly in the gymnasium.
“Hello everyone I’m glad you could all make it” he notices you in the crowed, “Even got some new faces...” he looked away. “Someone or something has been going around causing a bit of a disturbance in town. Not sure if it’s some insolent teenager or a very immature adult, but I have a reputation and a town to uphold.” He spoke sternly, his gaze taking turns to look at everyone.
“Would anyone happen to know whom this person is..?” He asked lowly.
Everyone whispered to one another, who ever it was wasnt causing any serious harm. They were just level one pranks, no one was ever hurt just light scares ‘n confusion, but no a single person lost their life over it.
“I’m sorry” you stood up abruptly, “I’m not the person just to be clear, but I’m curious” you stated.
“This Reaper guy hasn’t done any real harm besides scarring you all a little, but so what?” You stifled a laugh.
“Live a little—”
He raised his hand slightly to stop you, “That’s enough from you.”
Reluctantly you sat back down crossing your arms in the process, awaiting his response. Winston let out a deep exhale as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his glasses slipping a bit.
“It’s not about it being ‘harmless’” he quoted with his fingers then adjusted his glasses, “maybe you didn’t hear me clearly the first time. I said he or she, whoever—is causing a disturbance.” He said behind gritted teeth.
“No one wants to walk around scared all the time” he added with raised brows, his voice lace with condescendence.
“Maybe it’s a ghost” you claimed shrugging.
He sighed deeply, “here we go again” he muttered under his breath.
You stood up again, “No im serious, I mean this stuff only happens at night and it’s impossible for someone to be going door to door that quickly without being caught”
You widened your eyes in realization, “and you can hardly see them-what if?-hear me out..it’s a possibility that we’re dealing with something supernatural like a poltergeist!.”
“Enough!!”he shouted, his voice echoing across the gym room.
You flinched quickly being snapped out of your possible breakthrough, the towns people just stared at you unmoving and unsure. Mayor Winston fixed his slightly disheveled hair before clearing this throat.
“There’s no such thing” he stated plainly as he continued.
“Tonight the area will be patrolled with a strict curfew being set at 10:00. Be inside or get written up. Do I make myself clear?” He asked
Everyone in the room except for you agreed to the new set of rules, after the meeting was over you left town heading into the forest.
You felt embarrassed being yelled at like that in front of everyone, the cold air began to cut your cheek making your body shutter. The tears that you could no longer stop rolled down your cheeks creating the smallest amount of warmth to your face.
As your legs started to feel like jelly you plopped down by a tree, tucking your knees to your chest with your head lowering down on your knees as the tears came faster, rolling down your cheeks. Later on you caught yourself starting to drift off to sleep teetering from side to side before catching yourself the second time, sitting up and rubbing your eyes, it was pitch black and you couldn’t see a thing.
“Hello..?” Your voice echoed, you reached for your flashlight in your bag but couldn’t find it.
“Hello” an unfamiliar voice responded.
You flinched, “Why is it so dark?” You asked.
“It’s always dark here”
You then heard the sound of fast footsteps from behind you, but before anything could happen you jolted awake panting. You glanced around realizing you were still in the woods your hands reaching for your bag making sure it was still there.
Checking your watch realizing you somehow slept for an hour with ten o’clock rapidly approaching.
“Aw man..!” You whispered yelled in frustration.
As you were about to rush back to town you paused hearing the sound of light footsteps and scrambled to hide. Peaking out you saw a figure emerging from the woods onto the trail heading towards town.
All you could see was a black cloak with a hood.
A gasp slipped out and the fight cocked its head back, you pressed your back against the tree. That had to be the Reaper, he didn’t seem to be a ghost and as much as you hated to admit it maybe the mayor was right. It could be someone just playing pranks, but who?.
With the smallest bit of courage you had you quietly followed behind them then with one swift motion tackled the figure to the ground landing with a harsh thud. You both groaned from the impact.
“You’re crushing me” a muffled voice called out.
“Oh-“you scrambled to your feet, looking at the figure sit up.
“I can’t believe I didn’t hear you comin’” they laughed, before standing up hovering over you.
You narrowed your eyes slightly and quickly pulled out your flashlight pointing it at them, the figure immediately put their hands up trying to shield themselves from the light. You looked at the hands, pale slender and big they looked pretty masculine.
“Wait you’re not a ghost.” You furrowed your brows in confusion, shutting off the light.
“Of course I’m not”he chuckled. “What gave you that impression?” He questioned softly, the mask muffling his voice.
Before you could respond you grimaced to the brief flash of light hitting your eye, followed by the sounds of multiple footsteps.
Your eyes widened at the realization remembering the mandatory meeting from earlier.
“We gotta hide” you whispered.
“What—?”
Grabbing his arm you rush him off the trail into the dense woods. He struggled to keep up until he abruptly stop causing you to jerk back.
“What the-why’d you stop we can’t stay here—“
“Shhh” he hushed you, then leaned down. “I know a spot”
You skeptically raised a brow, “I just met you”
“Oh goodness-no, I mean like to hide” he quickly replied hinting at his embarrassment.
“Well go on lead the way” you whispered.
He then took the lead as you kept his pace from behind him. The further you both walked the more you noticed the fog that got thicker and thicker on the forest floor.
“Almost there” he sang softly.
Silence fell again besides the occasional sounds of snapping sticks and ruffling bushes. You decided that maybe you should speak up and ask some questions.
“Hey um…I do have some questions if that’s ok” you mentioned softly.
“I’m happy to answer” he replied.
“Great” you cleared your throat, “you don’t happen to be the Realer do you?”
He spun around ti face you, “the Reaper?, is that what you’re all calling me?” He chuckled.
“What else would we call you-I mean honestly all you really need is scythe and you got the part” you teased.
He laughed almost boyishly before taking a glimpses at his cloak, it completely slipped his mind that he’d be perceived that way.
“That’s fair” he reached up adjusting the mask.
The journey continued then soon came to a stop, you couldn’t see it but he smiled under the mask at the sight. A huge old manner stood before you with the entrance surrounded by a small cemetery and the manor guarded by a black fence. You stood there in awe until you felt your hand being tugged forward towards the gate that automatically opened.
“This is…your house?” You tilted your head to look at him.
“It is” he replied proudly.
At the porch you were met with a very aged brown door with stained glass windows, they were unclean, but nothing a little wash couldn’t fix you thought. He reached out turning the door knob bits of grim falling from it as he did before pushing the door open. Inside you were instantly greeted with the smell of dirty and dust along side a staircase in the center of the room.
“After you” he stepped aside while holding out his arm for you to step in.
Before you did you quickly looked at him, “you’re not gonna kill me right—?”
“If I was gonna kill you, dont you think I wouldn’t done that a while ago?” His exclaimed as his hands came to rest on his hips sassily.
After a brief moment you stepped inside and he followed right behind you, you heard the sound of clothes rustling but was too focused on the inside of the estate to pay attention to it. For someone who claimed to live here it looked pretty abandoned, floors were dirty including the excessive amount of cobwebs that stretched from the ceiling to the lamps that you could automatically assumed no longer worked.
“Y’know im confused on how you live here…it looks like no one’s lived here for years..” you murmured.
“You get used to it” he blurted out now standing directly behind you.
You jumped a little then turned around, your eyes locked to a white ruffled shirt that appeared to have a white T underneath it and the color was slightly ripped. Upon looking up you were met with a very pretty face, his wistful eyes stared into yours, you didn’t even notice he took your hand placing a lit candle in it. He smiled slyly not minding the appreciative gaze.
“C’mon” he nudged you softly as he shuffled down the hall.
“W..wait” you stammered.
He paused and turned to face you raised his brows, “yess?” He dragged.
“I never got your name”
He smirked, “Right, how rude of me” he made his way back over to you. “Maestro, the pleasure is mine” he bowed.
“Maestro, thats” your eyes searched the room then landed back on him, “different, a good different” you added.
Maestro smiled squinting his eyes briefly then nudged his head in the direction of where he was once walking. The hallway wasn’t too long, but narrow, it was lined in old faded paintings with short table tops. You stopped to look at one of the paintings trying to make out who it could’ve been.
“Do you live alone?” You asked.
“Ohh no, I don’t” he chuckled, looking back over his shoulders. “I won’t have you meet the family yet though, they might scare you off and I can’t have you scared..” he whispered the last part.
“Not yet at least” he added, pushing open a door. “This is the main room”
You stepped out from behind him once again in shock, it looked like a ball room. The ceiling was decorated in old chandeliers and there was a clear view of the second floor that had safety rails, the left side of the room lined in Victorian styled windows that allowed moonlight to slip in. The tile floor decorated in a checkered like pattern.
There were a few randomly placed furniture that was covered in white sheets, he beamed at your admiration finding your reactions so far to be very amusing.
“Like it?” He chimed in.
“I love it, and its a lot cleaner than the previous”
He rolled his eyes playfully before stepping in front of you. “Mind if I ask some questions?”
“Knock yourself out” you replied, beginning to wonder around the room.
His as trailed you as you walked off, his hands coming to rest behind his back as he follows behind you like a lost puppy. You wondered towards the active fireplace at the end the room stopping to reach your hands out to feel the warmth,
“What were you doing out, alone?”
You glanced back, “I was getting some fresh air because i had gotten upset about something earlier” you stated.
Maestro then came to stand beside you, copying your position. It was quiet after that, only the sounds of the flickering of the fire and the sounds of the house settling not that it needed to do much more of that.
“Do you normally just follow strangers from out the woods into their old rusty homes”he asked softly breaking the silence.
You let out a laugh through nose coming out as a huff, “no, but I take my chances…dont get any ideas though. I’m not helpless”
He looked forward at the fire, “are you sure?”
Your brows furrowed, “what’s that supposed to mean?”
He blurted out a laugh shaking his head gently, “nothin’..I’m messin’ with you”
Shaking your head you gently sat down, leaning back on your hands. Maestro sat down as well, but sat crisscrossed with his hands resting in his lap. This was such an uncommon experience for you, never did you think you’d be sitting in an old manor with a man you hardly know, that turned out to be the one messing with the people im your town.
“Those people..were they looking for someone?” He asked.
“Yeah they were looking for you and anyone who wasn’t in bed during curfew” you replied not hiding the annoyance in your voice.
“Looking for me?” he repeated.
“Yeah” you sighed rubbing your face, “I should figure out a way to get back, I need the rest” you mentioned before standing up.
He watched as you stood up he sat there for a moment before standing up abruptly.
“Right, I’ll see you again im sure”
“You will, but you should probably lay low for a while..Mayor Winston in crazy and I’d hate for something to happen to you.”
You both said your goodbye and while you walked away Maestro stood by the door watching you disappeared into the night, the house seemed to groan and creek. He ran his hand along the door frame of the home.
“Rest family, she’s harmless”
To be continued..
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Darryl x Reader Pt. 2
Authors note: My sweet Darryl is bad and back ! If you haven’t seen part 1 pleaseeee! go read it before reading this one! I’m not going to place a summary so I don’t spoil anything, but I hope you guys enjoy !
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/appleheadonline/818562385300324352/darryl-x-reader
Contains: Heavy Angst, Gang Violence??? Mentions of Drugs and Drug Use.
The sun practically assaulted Darryl’s eyes as he slowly opened them, a sudden wave a guilt then hit him as the memories from the other night filled his brain entirely. He sat up from his bed, faintly overhearing his mother speaking to someone, he heard another female voice that was familiar, way too familiar. He heard footsteps charging to his bedroom door then is swung open, and there you were. You stood infront of Darryl, you nose was a rosy red color and you eyes were glassy, you didn’t say anything, just tackled Darryl into a hug and sobbed into his shoulder. He was taken aback from the sudden hug, but he didn’t complain, that was because the guilt was chewing him inside and out. He placed a loving yet trembling hand on your back and another on the back of your head, stroking your shiny, gorgeous curls.
“It’s okay…I’m here, baby…”
“Oh Darryl, last night was a nightmare…”
‘Oh trust me, I know’ is what he would’ve said if he could…he felt his heart ache when he heard how shaky your voice was, you were terrified, and he was the reason why. He pulled away from the hug and placed his hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes.
“What happened baby?”
He spoke ever so softly and comforting.
“I-I was on my way home, then I got mugged by like four dudes, I had no idea who they were or what they wanted, but they took my purse!”
“Oh my love…”
Darryl whispered, he pulled you into another hug while saying comforting words to soothe you, you let out shaken breaths as you started to calm down from his presence and voice, something then spotted your eye, an oddly familiar black mask and hat, then it hit you, the memory of the memory from last night of one of the men who mugged you. You pulled back from Darryl, looked at him, then the mask.
“Darryl…what is that?…”
You looked at him with wide eyes with anger slowly building up, he looked confused before looking into the direction you were looking in, then saw it. He felt his heart drop, he moved quickly to grab the hat and mask and hide it behind his back, making him look even more guilty. You stood up in the middle of the room, almost yelling.
“Darryl I better be going crazy right now!!!”
“B-baby please let me explain! They pressured me!”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing or seeing, the room was practically spinning and your heart was beating as if you just ran a marathon. Darryl stood up infront of you practically towering over you, just like the man from the other night. He desperately spoke.
“My love please…I didn’t wanna do it and I told them off for it, I’ll get your stuff back a-and the money, you have to believe me!”
He spoke desperately, his knees were starting to go weak, you looked at him but not the same as before, this wasn’t Darryl, not your Darryl anymore. You didn’t look at him with love and affection, you looked at him like…he was a monster, and he felt like one. A tear ran down his cheek as you stepped away from him, your hand instinctively grabbing the doorknob.
“I don’t…I don’t think we should see each other anymore. I can’t believe you would do something like this Darryl. You sicken me.”
He stood still, taking those words in, the mask and the hat dropped from his hands while you rushed out of the door, but he didn’t chase after you. He knew this was his fault, he knew this would’ve bitten back at him sooner or later, but he didn’t think this soon. His chest tightened and everything was inaudible in that moment, the same pain and feeling he felt when he saw your terrified face while you were held hostage under the street light. Darryl felt a terrible rush of sickness suddenly hit his body like a truck, he let out a gag before racing to the bathroom and hunching over the toilet while the disgusting sounds of his sickness echoed down the tiny hall. Darryl’s mother rushed in to check on her son, seeing him hopelessly over the toilet with tears running down his face, he lost the only thing keeping his dark world colorful, the first and only women he’s ever romantically loved, now you were a memory, a memory that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
It tortured him throughout the entire break, and once you both returned back to school. You noticed him staring at you a couple of times during classes or lunch, how he sat alone by the windows just to watch you and how much happier you were without him, He couldn’t make you laugh again the way you did with your friends. He became quieter, much more quieter. Darryl didn’t hang out with his friends as much anymore, didn’t talk to anybody in class, just came to school, did his work then leave. The day graduation came, Darryl seemed to be much more happier, but behind closed doors, you knew deep down he was still mourning. You couldn’t help but keep glancing at him yourself, but he never looked at you back, he was still so cold. Now you wanted to reach out and say something, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. You attempted to distract yourself by celebrating with your closest friends and family, but you wanted to be with Darryl, oh so badly, you never wanted to see him for the last time like this, but he had so many walls surrounding him, you gave him one last look, then left.
Years later….
You were now 22, you graduated from nursing school and worked at the local hospital in Brooklyn, you were hard working and would take the night shift for an extra cash grab, meanwhile your coworkers would sit and flirt with the male coworkers, besides the ones who actually had common sense. At the moment you were on break, eating a sandwich you had made earlier this morning while your coworkers gossiped, one of them noticed how silent you were and spoke up.
“So…you find anybody you interested in yet?”
She tilted her head while waiting for an answer, you stopped mid-chew, putting a hand to your mouth and shaking your head.
“No….i haven’t been able to date anybody since…”
You stopped, you realized you haven’t dated any guy after…Darryl. He crossed your mind every now and then, and you couldn’t help but…miss him.
“Ugh, come on. You’re seriously still upset over your ex boyfriend who not to mention mugged you? You gotta put yourself out there, forget his lame ass.”
Now that got you going. You slammed the top of your container shut, you stood up and looked at your coworker, trying to maintain professional.
“You don’t understand what me and him went through together, I’d advise you to never speak on a past or present relationship that’s not yours.”
The room fell silent, the tension was overwhelming, the women shifted uncomfortably before going back to the conversation with the rest of your coworkers. You stepped out of the room and ran your fingers through your hair, he was all you could think about now. Darryl, Darryl, Darryl that’s all you could think about and you felt like you were going insane! you knew you should’ve hate him, but you couldn’t. He was the only man you knew that could treat a women with such respect and love, like she’s the most precious and fragile thing on earth. You could only wonder where he was now…
The music shook the storage unit, playing some 80s hiphop music while the gang members inside had dance battles, gambled, flirted with a couple of girls in there and took long white lines. The door slowly start to rise open as Darryl stepped in, the smell of weed instantly hitting his nose. His curls bounced while he walked and the belt on his shoes clicked loudly, The dark eyeshadow under his eyes gave him an even more intimidating look, but deep down he was still that same shy man. Immediately people recognized him, some of them cheering and walking over to dap him up.
“Ayy there go my man Big D!”
“What’s good wit’ it Darryl!”
Darryl laughed a little, he locked hands with the guy and gave him a side hug, giving him a soft pat on the back. After graduating high school continuing to be dragged into this heavy wave of what felt like depression after losing you, he found himself he would like to call a ‘community’ and that community did have the good, the bad, and the ugly, but they respected him, and he kept them in line. Michael set up on one of the cars, looking up at nothing while he drowned in his own thoughts, one of the men who had a couple of the girls sitting up on him nudged Darryl, offering him a hit of his blunt he rolled up.
“Yo D, tryna relax a lil more man?” 
“I already told you, I don’t do that stuff…”
He said sternly, but not in a rude manner. Even if he was surrounding himself around these groups of gangsters, there’d be no way he would take any sort of drug or even take a small puff of weed. He silently chewed his gum, rethinking everything and what led him to this point of no returning. He was a 24 year old man, and here he was, missing you like a teenage boy all over again. Ever since the both of you graduated, Darryl hadn’t been able to get you off of his mind for the last couple of years, your smile, your laugh, the way you kept yourself dressed and smelling nice, vanilla didn’t even smell the same anymore, because it wasn’t you. He felt guilty every moment, and every second of the day he thought about what he had done to you back then, and the fright on your face still haunted him in the back of his mind.
BANG, BANG BANG!!!!
Everybody in the storage unit froze, the music was quickly shut off while another long moment of silence went by, the steel door was banged on three more times. The men beside Darryl had drew their weapons in case it was a threat, then a familiar voice yelled out….
“Darryl open this fuckin’ door man I know you in there!!!”
Darryl’s eyes widened, his breath hitched for a split second before holding it…Maxine. One of the big men who guarded the door looked at Darryl, raising an eyebrow while the yelling continued.
“…you know that fool out there?”
Darryl swallowed hard, he silently nodded before standing on his feet his boots making a small “cling!” Sound. He walked beside the guard while a couple of the men followed behind.
“Open it.”
He whispered with a soft tremble. The storage unit door slowly started to lift open, Darryl kept his head high and his chest out, he wasn’t going to admit that he was terrified to death more than anything. He finally became face to face with Max and the same two male individuals he saw when he was 18, but he looked so different. He had a silver chain with his name on it and wore red bandanna over his head, Darryl looked at him up and down while Maxine smirked.
“Things don’t ever change…only your style tho, that’s dope.”
Darryl let out an angered huff through his nose, all he could see was the face of a traitor, the man who ruined up his relationship. He took two steps closer to max, Max responded with a laughing and backed up with his hands up. 
“Ay you might wanna chill out there man, just came to see an old friend. You seeing that girl still?”
“…She broke up with me the next day.”
The men behind max laughed a little bit, it made Darryl even more angry, he felt like he was being mocked.
“I told you she wasn’t good for you, she was a stuck up goody two shoes bitch that was gonna use you for money anyway, and you ain’t no better…”
Max started to get in Darryl’s face, he put a hand up to his chest to attempt to get him away, the sent of weed and alcohol was strong on max’s breath.
“Back off me man, back off…”
Darryl kept trying his best to be calm and reasonable about this, but the way Max was speaking about you was making his anger grow bigger and bigger. Some of the men attempted to intervene to get Max to calm down, It was clear that he was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing. Max’s hands quickly moved up to grab Darryl’s jacket and yank him closer to his face.
“Think you tough shit huh now Darryl?! You still a lil sissy like that ho anyway!!!”
Darryl snapped, giving a punch straight into max’s jaw, that pissed max off in even more. He threw a punch straight into Darryl’s nose and threw him against brick wall beside him hard. Darryl fell straight to the floor, his head rung and his vision blurred, all he could faintly hear was the commotion of his men and Max’s men arguing. A pool of red liquid started to drip down Darryl’s nose, he felt a drip on his hand and lifted it weakly. You can hear the ladies from the storage unit screaming and running while some of the others screamed to call 911, then it all went black.
Just as you were about to clock out for the night, a soft knock came at the door, not given enough time to respond, the door slowly opened and you boss was standing with a clipboard in her hand, she gave a soft smile.
“Hey…I know you’re about to clock out, but we have a patient that’s just being rushed into the ER and I can’t find anyone else to take him.”
You gave a small polite nod tho you were fuming at the fact you had to stay the night shift, you worked your butt off all day. You stood up beside her to take a look at the papers, 24 year old black male, dark curly hair, suffering from a concussion. Your heart ached, unaware of who this was he still felt empathy for them, especially someone still young, you agreed to take the patient. He stepped out of the staff room reading through the documents. You were thrown off by ER nurses yelling, and rushing down the hall for people to move aside and make space, you lift your head up to see what the chaos was and that’s when you saw Darryl, with blood down his face, and his unconscious face. You drop the clipboard onto the floor and immediately putting your hands to cover your mouth, instantly your eyes went glassy, you were more terrified than the day he mugged you, loosing him was worse than that… 
To be continued?

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~Missed a spot~ |One-shot!|
//Mature Michael x makeup artist reader//
Contains: flirting, teasing, a little touchy, possession?
Summery: Michael has an interview to go to and you’re his makeup artist who he’s been taken a liking to ever since you were hired.
A/N: didn’t wanna post this anymore due to the fact that I started seeing this trope like everywhere but I don’t wanna delete it lol (old fic, not my best work but enjoy ! Not properly proof read)
You and Michael had an interesting relationship to say the least, while you tried your best to keep it professional he always found ways to make it anything but that. Anytime you were touching up his makeup or doing anything really he’d tease you, pulling you closer or complimenting your outfit as well as commenting on how good you smelled, he was bold to even ask you out a few times.
Honestly you’ve wanted to say yes, but not only did you not wanna give him the joy of that you’re also aware of how extremely known he is and how crazy I’d be for him to choose a makeup artist when he can have any girl. Today however, Michael has an interview and of course you had to help him get ready, yet you mentally prepared for whatever flirtatious banter would happen this time.
You stood outside his dressing room hesitating before knocking on the door, after a pause you heard a faint “come in!”, stepping inside you saw him messing with his hair, looking at the mirror to see who it was upon seeing you á smile grew on his face, “here we go”, you thought.
“Good morning” his voice was soft but raspy as if he had just woken up.
“Good morning Mr.Jackson” you replied approaching him, setting your makeup bag on the vanity. He smirked briefly at the formality.
Even with those glasses on you could still feel him gazing at you and it always made you feel warm in the face, each encounter with him was always unprofessional. You began unpacking the makeup until you felt his finger hook onto the belt loop of your pants pulling you closer to him, your hip gently bumping his shoulder.
“Michael it’s too early for this” you protested.
“I don’t think so”he smirked. “Also didnt I tell you to call me Michael?” He asked.
If there were three things that made you completely fold when it came to him was his eyes, voice and that annoying grin he wears when he knows he’s about to get his way regardless of how many times you tell him not now.
“C’mon..”he persuaded almost begging.
“What do you want Mike”you sighed, setting down one of the makeup brushes.
“Been a while since I’ve gotta kiss from you..”He spun the chair gently side to side.
Your face grew warm and you felt your eyes roll at the familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach, he knew exactly what he was doing and it was working effortlessly…or maybe you were just easy who knows.
“Just one kiss”you held up a finger.
“Mmmmm, no promises” he chuckled.
Your eyes locked on the door briefly, making Michael smile become smug. He stood up hovering over you, trapping you between him and the vanity.
“Scared someone will see..”he whispered.
“Of course I am, im starting to think you want to be caught doing anything with me”
“Thrilling isn’t it?..”his whispered before leaning down to kiss you.
A small sigh slipped from your lips before he kissed you, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders pulling him closer. He let out a hum of approval as his lips continued to move against yours becoming more demanding. You pulled away slightly to catch your breath
“I said one..”you reminded breathlessly.
“And I said no promises..”he reminded, crashing his lips into yours again making you bump up against the vanity causing a brush to roll off.
His hands came to caress the side of your face, the feeling tender and complete opposite to what his mouth was doing. You melted more into the kiss. Before he could go any further with this you pulled away and covered his mouth, knowing him he would just pull you back in again.
“I still have to get you ready, sir” you panted softly, but your serious expression left no room for challenge.
He stifled a laugh and gently pulled your hand away from his mouth“you win this time..” quickly giving you a peck on the lips. “Mama..”he added, taking a seat back in his chair.
You sighed in relief, picking the brush off the floor and began focusing on getting him ready again as you started you notice him tapping the arm rest of the chair as if deep in thought the he spoke up.
“So when will you stop bein’ stubborn and let me treat you” he questioned.
“Maybe in your dreams..”you mumbled sarcastically.
A low hum rumbled from his chest, his hand moved to grip the back of your thigh causing a small gasp from you.
“Why, tell me”
“You could have anyone and you decide to want me?” You explained.
“Dont you think if I wanted another I’d be chasin’ her by now, but I’m sittin’ here being patient with you silly girl” he lightly scolded you.
You just shook your head and sighed, he spoke up again. “M’sorry, that was rude” he then gently took your hand in his, “at least give me a chance?”
“—Michael you’re a star-an extraordinarily talented man! I can’t live up to something like that.” You huffed, “It all sounds so overwhelming…I like where I am now, this is what I’m ok with” you explained sighing.
Michael looked away thoughtfully, he fixed his gaze on you again while you were still patting his face with a makeup sponge.
“I understand that…but it’s not like we’d go public immediately”
“Unfortunately people hardly let you have anything private Michael..” you reminded.
“If you’re not interested you could just say that” he replied softly not hiding the slightly disappointment in his voice.
You stopped, leaning up against the vanity. He didn’t dare look at you, you could tell her was starting to lose a little confidence during this part of his interaction with you. To be honest you did really like Michael, but also so did millions of other people. The papers were already bad enough God knows what they’d say next with you stepping into the picture.
“Don’t get me wrong, I do…like you” you crossed your arms, “you’re great and you treat me well-too well sometimes, but theres so much that also comes with you and most of it is not completely your fault.”you dropped your head to lock eyes with him.
He looked at you through his lashes, staring at you as if he was being lectured. “So, I’m too much?” He raised a brow.
You sighed closing your eyes briefly, “no no-well-not you per-say more like the fans-your fans”
He tilted his head, “my fans?” He took his shades off.
You just stood there blinking.
“You really are a silly girl” he added humorously.
You glared and blew powder on his face making his laugh while he fanned the powder flying in the air. You hated feeling stupid, and you started to storm off before he grabbed your hand.
“Hey dont get embarrassed we’re just talking” he spoke softly.
“Hurry up and get it out then.” You looked at him still upset.
“Instead of focusing on millions and millions..” he gently pulled you closer to him, “of fans..focus on me..and maybe even us” his voice dropped to a whisper.
“I really like you” he added, “you’re more than just my makeup artist, we can even go slow this time” he smiled sweetly. “Only if you want to do this.”
He held you closely with his hands gently resting on your hips rubbing comforting circles with his thumbs, you did really like him you were just scared of the public eye. You and Michael have had plenty of conversation about it, he mentions it hurts him but there’s only so much you can do when people make lies as well as rumors about you.
“Nothing has to be public any time soon?” You asked.
He shook his head gently while looking at you expectingly still.
You sighed and lightly bit your lip, “ok, I’ll go out with you”
Michael smiled boyishly before planting a kiss on your cheek.
“Now sit down I still have to get you ready” you laughed softly.
Love bites part 3 is in the making !
Ohhmygoddd your vamp Michael is so good I need moree
Thank you!, you reminded me to get started on the 3rd I already got the layout, so it should be or soon !🤎
It hurts me that Michael was never ugly but got called ugly by his father who was the ugly one
Unfortunately that’s what jealous people do, but it’s also like a manipulation tactic. Michael was beautiful before and still even after his changes, his father had no right to make him feel any less. Thank mamas genetics cs they pulled through in the end
"A star can never die. It just turns into a smile and melts back into the cosmic music, the dance of life"
Destiny has a cruel way of making us come to reality, and leaving us without you is that hurtful reality. It pains me, but I know you're at peace now, the one that you deserved for so long, the one that was taken away from you since you were a child. We try to make your legacy a beautiful thing, even when others try to take it down; your memory lives in our minds and hearts. You make the sky sparkle, and now I celebrate you. I love you, applehead.

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you write michael’s dialogue so satisfyingly accurate UGHHHHH. pls more michael fluff? maybe childhood besties to lovers? MWAH
Ohhh Anon Ive always loved that trope, absolutely!
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— Dangerous era! Michael x Reader
Contains: angst, Reader Cheats, Jermaine mentioned, Janet mentioned
Summary: you and Dangerous era!Michael have been dating for almost about three years, he considered it one of the most happiest relationships he’s ever been in, but he noticed you started to slowly drift away from him.
As he sat in his own unbearable silence and the sound of thunder and rain clapped from outside, he felt nothing but disappointment. Michael had an entire day planned out for the both of you, he wanted to take you on a wonderful date out in the neverland ranch. He wanted to take you on the carousel and look at the beautiful view of the stars that shine above the both of you, and take you out to a lovely candle lit dinner, but he was met with nothing, not even a call. And here he was, sitting on the living room couch with almost dead roses he had bought just for you in his soft hands. Michael snapped out of his thoughts the moment he heard the doorknob turning, That’s when he saw you almost drenched head to toe with a black trench coat on top of your head and shoulders. Michael stood up on his feet and placed the roses ever so gently on the coffee table.
“Oh honey…you’re drenched head to toe.”
Michael cooed. He took the black trench coat off of your head. He froze the moment he got a closer look at it, it looked oddly familiar, but it wasn’t his or your’s either, you never wore trench coats. You let out a long exhausting sigh and placed your bags down on the ground and closing the door shut with your foot.
“They held me back at work today, someone called out and another ended up quitting on the spot…”
You explained while michael silently nodded, but deep down he felt something wasn’t right. You walked passed him towards the steps, he took note of how you didn’t look him in the eye which felt like a stab straight to his aching heart. Michael followed behind you up to your shared bedroom, you went into the bathroom to change out of your work clothes while michael placed himself onto the bed, the silk on the pillows glowing underneath the ceiling light. Michael picked at the skin on his fingers while tapping his foot up and down, he was so excited to take you out on such a beautiful night, but as always, work held you up again. While his thoughts slowly started to get the best of him, he was snapped out of it by the sound of a buzz from beside him, it was your phone. Although Michael respected your privacy, his curiosity got the better of him, He picked up your phone and clicked a button to see that it was from someone named “J”.
“I had a lot of fun tonight. Let’s do it again, same time next week?”
Michael felt his blood run cold and heavyweight sink down into the pit of his gut, what did this mysterious ‘J’ mean they had a lot of fun tonight? Suddenly the bathroom door creaked opened which made Michael flinch, not having enough time to react and set the phone away. You felt panic rush through your body as you snatched your phone out of Michael’s now trembling hands.
“Michael what are you doing?! Are you going through my phone?!”
Your tone was more defensive, it made him more suspicious.
“Oh no I-i wasn’t trying to do that sweetheart, it buzzed and I wasn’t thinking so I….”
Michael could hardly explain himself, you looked at your phone screen to see what message michael was reading, when you saw who the message was from you cursed underneath your breath. Michael looked at you with those sweet big doe eyes you once adored, but in that moment you felt nothing but annoyed.
“…What were you really out doing tonight, my love? I won’t be upset with you.”
Gosh why did he have to be so patient with you? You let out a frustrated sigh and rested your hands on your hips.
“A friend of mine from work is going through a pretty rough divorce, so I took her out to the bar down the road from our job…”
You kept avoiding eye contact with michael. He bit at his lip, not really believing the story you told him.
“I just…I wanted to take you out tonight, Angel. I really did. I had a whole plan.”
His voice cracked. You frowned a little since he started to feel guilty for neglecting Michael, you couldn’t recall the last time you and him went out on a date night together since Michael had been going back to back on concerts and finishing up his new album. You slipped your phone into your pajama pants pocket and placed yourself next to him on the bed, wrapping your arms around his.
“I’ll tell you what…how about we grab some popcorn, and we watch a romantic disney movie together, and we can try to have our date night next weekend?”
Michael’s shoulders relaxed at the thought of watching a romantic movie with you, it’s slowly brought back a smile on his face as he gave you a nod.
“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”
The night went on and everything felt normal again, but to Michael it felt like there was a missing piece to the puzzle. It didn’t feel like the movie nights that you and him have had before, it felt like a way for him to stop asking questions about the message, and deep down it was something no movie could distract him from. Later on in the night, You both were now in bed. You were fast asleep, but Michael couldn’t even shut his eyes since he was drowning in his own brain. He silently slipped out of bed, trying to avoid waking you up and tiptoed his way downstairs where he passed his maids cleaning the house for the night. Michael stepped outside to his backyard where the Neverland amusement park was. The lights of the rides were shut off, but the only thing that kept the backyard magical and bright, were the shining stars above him. Michael inhaled deeply while he kept his gaze up on the stars as if he was looking for an answer to the situation.
Day after day, it all felt the exact same. You would come home late, claimed it was work holding you up once again, and yet every time he wouldn’t say a thing about it. He kept a close eye on the little things, like when you smiled at your phone a little bit too hard, but never for him. Michael felt like he was going nuts, like you were a stranger living in the ranch with him, not his girlfriend, finally it came to the day where he couldn’t take it anymore. Shockingly enough, you came home early in the late afternoon, you did the same routine when you always arrived home late, giving your work coat and bags to the maids, and making your way to the bedroom to change. When you first had walked in, Michael wasn’t in the bedroom, but once you opened the door, there he was sitting on the bed directly towards the bathroom door. you felt your body freeze for a moment but you relaxed once you saw it was Michael.
“Hey you….how was rehearsals today?”
You had asked, but you received no response. There was no look that had to be on Michael’s face for you to read that he was frustrated, You felt your blood run cold, you hardly ever saw Michael so angry.
“Michael, if this is seriously about last week and your still upset, then you have an issue...”
You didn’t even try to hide the annoyance in your tone, you leaned against the doorway and crossed your arms to your chest, Michael sighed.
“Sweetheart, for the past couple of days we haven’t been intimate...”
Michael’s voice was always soft as a feather, and the way he could be so calm yet the air was so tense, it pissed you off.
“Are you kidding me? And you call yourself a gentleman?”
You raised your voice slightly, it took Michael by surprise and he put his hands up immediately.
“No no! Goodness no, maybe I worded that wrong. What I mean is…i feel like me and you are more distant, I’m afraid your slipping away from me, angel…”
You could see his frustration slowly creep away, you felt like you were being backed up into a corner to give an explanation once again, you gave a sharp sarcastic scoff.
“Michael, let’s get one thing clear, I work my ass off twenty four seven just as much as you do, I can’t help it if my boss needs me to stay back and help so much.”
Your tone remained harsh and defensive, you did see this look in Michael’s eye as if he was trying to read you, You knew that he knew something was up…
“…what’s really holding you back from me?”
Your eyes went wide and you shook your head, running your hand through your curls, Michael stood up from where he was sitting and tried to make his way towards you, but before he could speak, you pushed him away.
“Your so unbelievable.”
You walk towards the doorway to leave the bedroom, but Michael gently grabbed your arm And stopped you.
“Baby now hold on a moment plea—”
“No Michael!”
You snatched your arm out of his grip, turning your body around fully to look him dead in the eye.
“This is ridiculous! What are you accusing me of now? How are we gonna have a relationship when you can’t even trust me!?”
“Then give me a reason to trust you right now…”
Michael’s voice had lowered, but still remained oh so soft and the silence started to become unbearable, he knew that feeling all too well.
“How can I trust you then either? Are you sure you’re really going to rehearsals, Michael?”
Once you utter those words, the color almost drained from Michael’s face. You shook your head once again and left michael with the thought of what you said, he wanted to follow you and reach out, but he stopped himself. This would’ve been the first time you and Michael had argued, he wish this was the last. That same day in the middle of the night once again, Michael couldn’t sleep, you left him alone in the bedroom to sleep in the guest room since you were still so frustrated with him, he sat on the edge of the bed with a cup of warm chamomile tea in his hands to soothe him, but your words kept echoing in the back of his mind of how unbelievable he was to you. He stood up from the bed and stared at the window were the view of the garden was where he could see a home that was not only his, but was yours as well. He stared at the carousel, where Michael had brought you for your first date and the same place he told you that he loved you for the very first time. He could only question where it all went wrong. Michael faintly sniffled and tears started to slowly roll down his soft cheeks, he felt lonely, and you were the only person that made him feel like he had somebody.
The following day, yet again, you were distant, which was no surprise to him. But he did everything he could to try and make you happy. He had the chef make your favorite lunch for work and he sent you sweet and loving messages while you were away, he even left a couple of voicemails, but you shut him out, Michael was starting to stress himself the bone about fixing this and what he could’ve done to make it all right again between you both, he silently paced around the bedroom, this is more difficult than writing a song. The telephone then caught his eye, maybe all he needed was to talk to somebody, maybe a woman who knew what another woman might need. He picked up the phone and put it to his ear started dialing a number, he tapped his foot impatiently, it felt like an eternity of waiting, then click!
“Hellooo?”
A female voice spoke in a sing-song tone.
“Hey Jan’… I need to talk to you, but in person….please.”
Janet knew her older brother all too well, she knew this was urgent, but even if it wasn’t, she’d never turn her brother down. Michael had disguised himself up, he left the ranch out to a secret spot not only Janet knew about, but you did too, a nice small diner they use to go to when Janet was a kid. Michael sat down at a table in the back corner of the diner with his sunglasses covering his eyes, he tapped his foot up and down once again. The bell chimes on the door caught his attention, he lifted his head up to see his little sister walking towards him with the same cheeky smile they shared, then sat down across from him.
"hey mikey...whats going on?"
Janet spoke quietly to make sure none of the other people and the diner heard, but of course they wouldn’t have mind if the servers recognize their voice since they’ve known them for quite some time. Michael swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. He brought his hand up to his glasses and place them down on the table, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was crying and alongside not getting a wink sleep.
“Oh Michael…what happened?”
“It’s her Janet… she’s so close, but so far away from me, And I’m afraid she’s seeing someone else…”
Janet softly gasped, putting a hand up to her chest. Since you both have been dating for three years, the Jackson family were quite familiar with you, and put all their trust into you, especially Janet. You were quite close with her and Latoya probably because the three of you were girls and got along quite well, so of course this was going to be a shock to her.
“Are you sure Michael? How do you know?”
“I saw somebody with a ‘J’ in her phone talking about how they had a good time and how they should do it again the following week, she told me work had her caught up…”
Michael’s voice began to crack Janet’s heart ached for her brother, she hardly ever saw him cry.
“I love her with all my heart Jan’ I love that women, oh so dearly…”
“I know, Michael. I feel like what you need to do is try and have a conversation with her again about your suspicions, that she needs to be honest.”
Janet brought a comforting hand to Michael’s.
“I tried janet, but she called me unbelievable, and twisted it all on me. I’ve sent her messages this morning, Had her favorite lunch being made before she went to work… but she still shutting me out.”
Janet stayed silent, trying to figure out the best words to be used in the situation, she felt terrible for him. She was watching his heartbreak one by one right in front of her. 
“Maybe try talking with her when she gets home from work tonight, and if that doesn’t work, then it’s best that you let her go, Michael.”
Those words sent a rush of panic in Michael’s body, the thought of breaking things off and losing you physically made him ill. He didn’t know which decision to take, continue to live together like strangers, or feel lonely.
“I know it’s a hard pill to swallow, but you can’t allow someone to treat you like this, you’re my older brother, and I only want the best for you…because I love you.”
Janet said softly, Michael lifted at his head up to look at her in the eye while a small tear fell down his slightly dried, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes and enjoying the embrace while it lasted.
“I love you too Jan’…”
After he talked with Janet, he started to feel slightly more confident about having the conversation. Maybe he really could fix things, and maybe he was really overthinking it all. when he arrived back to the Neverland Ranch and walked through the door, he could see some of the maids were a bit nervous and tense, which concern him since he never wanted them to feel that way. He then stepped into the bedroom, and almost everything was gone, your clothes, your jewelry, shoes, all of it was gone. Michael felt his heart stop for a moment, he kept double checking to make sure he was seeing things, he stressfully ran around the house like a mad man to see if he could find anything, any hint or clue of where you were, and yet he found nothing. he raced back up into the bedroom, snatching the telephone and dialing your number, but it went straight to voicemail. he kept calling over and over again until he heard…
"We're sorry, the number you have reached has been disconnected or is no longer in service.”
Michael’s entire world stopped, and his heart was completely shattered. He stood there in silence while the telephone slipped out of his hand and now hanging down from the nightstand while a long ‘beeeeep!’ Filled the room. All of your things were gone, you disconnected your phone number from him, you didn’t even leave a letter, you just ran away. Michael placed himself on the edge of the bed and began to cry silently, this had hit him like a racing truck, and the memories flooded his head, your smile, your eyes and your voice it was all mocking him. Michael didn’t leave his room for the the entire day, It was now midnight. He picked up the phone and began to call his little sister.
“Hey Mikey! How did the talk go?”
Silence….
“…Michael? Michael are you there?”
A couple more moments of silence, and then he spoke.
“She left me Janet. I came home and everything of hers was gone…”
Michael heard Janet gasp through the phone.
“Oh my gosh. Michael I’m…I’m so sorry, do you need me to come over?”
“No…but could you meet me at the bar not to far from here? I could use a drink.”
Janet didn’t refuse, once they hung up the phone. Michael got himself ready and left. The city hummed like a sleeping beast, And the music from the bar shook the concrete, and when the ladies saw Michael, of course they went wild but he paid no mind to it. He sat himself up on the barstool and got himself a nice cup of OJ, he wasn’t really a drinker. When Janet stepped into the bar, she saw Michael’s face she could tell right through his makeup he was really hurting. She grabbed the seat next to him and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a side hug then resting her head on his shoulder, he gently tilted his to touch hers.
“I’m so sorry Michael, you didn’t deserve that…”
Michael didn’t respond, just messed with the straw in his glass.
“ I spoke to mother about what happened, She isn’t quite happy..”
Michael cracked a tiny smile and a chuckle.
“I can only imagine…”
Michael and Janet sat together, chatting about other things to try and take his mind off of what happened, but it wasn’t simple and easy. Yet he wondered if you were off with another man, or possibly that mysterious ‘J’. The night went on, Michael had said something that made Janet laugh and throw her head back and she looked across from the bar and saw oddly familiar face not just one but two familiar faces, Janet‘s laughter quickly died down and she brought a hand to her mouth.
“Oh my gosh….”
Michael’s face twisted and concern trying to look in the direction Janet was looking in, and then he saw it, you…..with their brother Jermaine. Michael felt sick to his stomach as he saw you and Jermaine‘s lips touch, You were laughing a little bit too hard to whatever he was saying, I guess he finally discovered in that moment, who the mysterious ‘J’ was, somebody so much closer to him. You turned in the direction where Michael and Janet were sitting, and you locked eyes with him you can see the pure disappointment in his face and your body froze, Michael took one last sip of his OJ before standing up and heading out of the bar. Janet looked at you, including jermaine and shook her head, making her disappointment known as well as she followed behind her big brother, you wanted to go after him and apologize, but you’re pride took over you and you stayed with Jermaine…