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fanfics aren’t enough sorry but i wanna fuck michael jackson 🫩

No One

pairing: jackie jackson x singer!black fem!reader

wc: 3k+

summary: As close as you were to his little brother, Jackie never thought that you’d ever return his feelings… good thing you had a song in your heart to prove him wrong.

warning: none! just fluff!

based on this request. thank you to whoever requested it. hope i did it justice! sorry i ate off of alicia keys’ nachos a little bit here 💚 proofread but im human so mistakes happen. fuck ai. i don’t know that bitch.

For as long as you could remember, you had always been drawn to the piano. The ivory white keys and the thunder of the notes. The calmness that would enter your body when you sat at the stool with your foot on the pedals. You loved that it tested your hand-eye coordination and kept your mind sharp.

As a little girl, you took to it like a duck to water. Many summers spent at your grandparents brownstone in Manhattan saw you sitting at their black parlor grand piano learning various sonatas.

They called you a natural. A prodigy. Gifted. It was a surprise to no one when you were accepted to Juilliard on a full ride. There you worked and trained with the best of the best.

Your teachers at the prestigious school also helped you develop your singing voice. Initially you had no intention of being a singer, firmly content with sitting behind a piano and letting the music take you far away, but it was undeniable the thrill of belting your heart out when the feeling came over you.

Then in 1980 at your senior showcase where you performed a melody of songs from The Sound of Music, seamlessly transitioning from song to song while simultaneously hitting every note, you were scouted by Quincy Jones. He had been there for his niece who was also performing when he was blown away by your vocals and physical talent.

He signed you to Epic Records the day after graduation. Life felt like a dream. Moving to Los Angeles by yourself and starting your career. Before you knew it, your first album ‘Songs in A Minor’ went to the top of the charts overnight. This opened doors for you that you didn’t even know existed. Sold out concerts and countless talk show appearances with a blur of interviews about your life.

Surreal couldn’t possibly cover it. Twenty-two and around artists you grew up listening to like Patti Labelle, The Isley Brothers and the Jacksons.

The Jacksons

Your life was irrevocably changed the day you met those boys. Men, you should clarify. Or more specifically, Jackie Jackson.

Quincy managed to secure you a slot during the evening line up of tv shows where you would be performing before the Jacksons. During those many rehearsals you became close with the family.

You gravitated naturally to Michael. His insane talent, boyish nature and bleeding heart called to something inside of you. Tweedledee and Tweedledum, they called the two of you. You would finish each other’s sentences and always know where the other was at all times.

Safe to say the two of you were close.

Often times found you at their family home, hanging with Michael while he worked on songs for his next album. He loved having your input on a specific melody or lyrics that weren’t flowing the way he wanted.

Everybody thought the two of you were dating but you both were adamant that there was nothing romantic happening. He was your best friend and you cherished his friendship immensely.

Then there were times when Michael wasn’t around and yet, you still were at the Jackson home. The reason for that being Jackie Jackson. Oldest brother and absolute heartthrob.

You were smitten the first time you met him. He was older and so good looking, why wouldn’t you be? But he also took the time to get to know you.

He remembered the little things you told him like how you took your sweet tea, or your preference of strawberry cake over chocolate or lemon, or how you could get caught up in a piano for hours if left to your own devices.

Sometimes you would get caught up staring into his eyes while he talked then you’d dart yours away on the off chance he might’ve noticed. Though you could listen to him talk for days about the things that were really important to him. His soft voice could soothe you in a deep sleep.

Many nights had you spending the night on the Jackson’s couch because you and Jackie had been up late at night just chatting about any and everything before fatigue snatched you both. Countless mornings of you waking up on his broad chest leaving you flustered with no choice but to frantically leave before you embarrassed yourself further.

There was no way he would ever be interested in you. The thought was laughable. He was older and could have anybody more famous than yourself. He was a big flirt as well. What made you special?

If anything, you convinced yourself, he was simply humoring your presence.

These thoughts, however, didn’t stop your pen from flowing and writing song after song about him. Though he’d never know their true inspiration if you had anything to say about it.

And Michael, the observant little shit he was, knew very early on that you had feelings for his brother. Too many times he’d watch your facial expressions and body language when you were around Jackie. The way you’d naturally soften, how your words were more carefully chosen and how attentive you became. The biggest indicator being your laugh turned into this witch’s cackle which Michael knew could only be due to you liking Jackie because the man wasn’t that funny in the slightest.

You had gotten into the habit of pinching Michael’s side whenever he would start teasing you about your crush. It didn’t deter him the least bit but it made you feel better.

One day in mid May of 1981, there was a sweltering heat so Michael’s solution was a pool day. Two hours splashing each other and playing games in the chlorine left you drained and in need of a nap. He suggested perhaps taking a quick doze poolside. So that’s how you wound up underneath a canopy yawning and unbothered while Michael floated, humming tunes to lull you to sleep. After getting comfortable on your stomach with your arms pillowing your head, sunglasses covering your eyes you managed a light snooze.

Though your peace was interrupted by another presence jointing you and Michael. Even without opening your eyes you knew that it was Jackie. Something about his aura spoke to you like no other. The heaviness of his footsteps, the minor dip due to his swagger, his cologne, the smell of the product he used in his hair… you knew it was him.

You made no effort to change your position or alert the other parties that you were awake. There was no game plan—more so curious as to what could possibly be said when your presence was not a concern.

You heard the water make a little splash and you imagined Jackie sitting on the edge of the pool, probably somewhere near Michael.

“Say Mike, let me ask you something?”

“‘Course Jackie.”

“What’s—wait, she sleep?”

“Yeah, she sleeps like the dead, man. What you need?

“I want you to be honest with me, ‘kay? Y’all together?”

Michael groaned. “Not you too.”

“No, man, I’m serious. I know what you say to other people when they ask but it’s just me. You can tell me the truth. I saw you rubbing her down with sun screen a while ago. You saying ain’t nothing going on?”

“Nothing, man. And I mean nothing is happening between us. She’s my friend and I love her but that’s all there is.”

“But I see the way y’all are with each other.”

“You seeing something that ain’t there, bro. She don’t want me like that, and the feeling is mutual. Trust me.” You heard him stress that trust me and you wanted to wring his neck.

“Maybe you’re wrong.”

“And maybe ‘m not,” Michael countered. “What reason would I have to lie?”

“Everybody knows you’re a private person, Mike. You don’t be liking folks all up in your business.”

“Very true.”

“So why would this be any different? If you like her, you like her. Nothing wrong with that.” Jackie’s tone sounded defeated.

There was silence for a bit then Michael chuckled. In that moment you knew he was about to be messy.

“Why you so worried all of a sudden?”

Jackie hesitated. Your ears strained to hear his response.

“I don’t know, I like her, y’know?”

“Y’like her? Since when?”

“Man, you remember that night we filmed the Christmas special? And she had on that sparkly dress with the tights and her hair was all done up and she was just smilin’ and cheesin’ all night long. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, y’know?”

Your eyes widened behind your sun glasses. This was news to you. That whole night you avoided looking at Jackie because you knew the moment you laid eyes on him, you wouldn’t be able to turn away. He looked so good in his suede suit with half his shirt unbuttoned and a gold chain around his neck.

“And she has the most beautiful voice. She could sing me the yellow pages and I’d be happy.”

A smile threatened to creep on your face but you tucked your lips instead.

“She’s so passionate about everything she talks about but she’s also just fine sitting in silence. I’m gone for her but then… I see how she is with you and it makes me think she don’t like me like that.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you were thankful you faced the opposite direction.

“Have you told her any of this?”

“Shit nah, I can’t handle it if she tell me she just sees me as a friend. I don’t think she wants me. She probably wants you, Mike.”

You wanted shout from the rooftops how much you did not want Michael. The feelings were mutual—he was a dear friend but the thought of being anything more with him felt wrong.

“I highly… highly doubt that. How many times I gotta tell you I don’t want that girl? Why don’t you just talk to her, Jackie? Look, I can wake her up right now—“ The water splashed making you think Michael hopped out of his floatie.

Your body went rigid. This wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have at the moment. There was no time to mentally prepare for it.

“Mike, you bet’ not get your ass out this pool,” Jackie whispered furiously. “Leave her be. Ain’t no reason to get my hopes up for nothing. Listen, I’ll catch you later.”

Michael tried to call him back but you heard the back door slide shut. You slammed your eyes closed and attempted to simulate relaxed breathing. You listened as Michael tugged himself out of the pool and the slaps of his long wet feet drew nearer to your lounge chair. He sat in the one next to you and you didn’t move.

“You heard that, didn’t you?”

You weighed the outcomes of responding then eventually sighed and turned your head to him. You pushed your sun glasses up onto your head, glaring at your friend.

“Yes, I heard. What the hell was that?”

“How am I supposed to know? I didn’t ask him to bring that up to me. What’d you expect me to say, honeybee?”

“Oh God,” you groaned, head falling into your hands.

“Isn’t this a good thing though? He likes you back clearly. And you can stop looking at him with big ol’ heart eyes every time he walks in a room.”

“I do not!”

Michael gave you an unimpressed look.

“Fine but tell me what I’m supposed to do now. I’ve never had a man into me before. Especially not one I also have feelings for.”

“Here’s a thought, just tell him how you feel.”

You scoffed, “Right, and why would he believe me over his own brother? He seems to have his mind made up already. I don’t wanna embarrass myself, Mikey.”

You closed your eyes sadly.

Michael snapped his fingers and you looked at him curiously.

“What about that song you were working on? Ain’t it ‘bout finished?”

“…Yeah but what’s that got to do with—“

“Don’t get mad at me but I took a peek at your song book and read the lyrics. I know you wrote it for him.”

“Michael!” You slapped his knee ignoring his little yelp of pain. “That was private!”

“I know. I know. I’m sorry but I was curious.”

“Nosey you mean.”

He shrugged. “My point is why don’t you sing it to him? I bet he’d love that.”

“What’s a song gon’ do if he thinks we together? Absolutely not, by the way. You irk me too bad for me to want to put up with you like that,” you laughed lightly and he joined in.

“Well what about the tour coming up? You can open for us and perform it then. He’d have to take you seriously if you sang a song you wrote for him in front of thousands of people.”

You paused, “You’d want me to open for you guys on the Triumph tour?”

“Why not? Your fans love you, our fans love you, I think it could be fun. And Jackie would have to listen to you then. What’d’ya say?”

You squealed and launched yourself at him, hugging him tightly. What an opportunity this could be for you and your career. And if you could get Jackie out of it too, then might as well seize the reins with both hands.

Getting nervous before a performance was never really your style. Calm, cool and collected was more your forte. You’d been in front of crowds for a good portion of your life so it never occurred to you that it would be possible to sweat through your costume before the show even started.

This was it. The big night. Opening night.

You were sweating like a sinner in church.

People kept asking you if you were good as if you weren’t on the verge of exploding and ruining everybody’s night… and your edges.

This would be the biggest emotional risk you’ve ever taken. If Jackie didn’t respond positively, you’d more than likely have to move countries and change your name. Tedious and exhausting is what that sounded like so this stunt had no choice but to go the way you wanted.

Michael had sent you a thumbs up from the other side of the stage and it did nothing to calm your nerves. Your hands shook as you stepped onto the platform while the crowd was screaming their heads off. You waved to your fans, smiling sweetly.

Jackie saddled up next to Michael near the curtains and met your eyes. He crossed his arms with a faint smile on his face.

You sat at the keyboard, fingers ghosting over the keys and the lights nearly blinded you. You took a deep breath as the crowd gradually quieted.

“This one is for Sigmund.”

The hush that fell over the crowd was worrying.

You couldn’t bear to look in Jackie’s direction again so you just let the music possess you. All that secretive practice you did had better paid off, you thought as your nimble fingers went to work.

“I just want you close, where you can stay forever. You can be sure that it will only get better… You and me together through the days and nights…”

Eyes closed and relying solely on the feel of the music, you imagined what Jackie’s reaction was currently. For your own sake, you pictured him smiling extra wide, beaming with pride.

“People keep talking, they can say what they like but all I know is everything's gonna be alright.”

When you wrote the song, it was imperative that he knew that you weren’t worried about outside voices. It didn’t matter to you how often people said how good you’d look with Michael or that everyone assumed you were involved because at the end of the day you knew the truth.

“No one, no one, no one can get in the way of what I feel for you.”

At some point, you had gotten to your feet and your whole body moved with the music. The crowd hyped you up as you sang with your full chest.

Your twinkling eyes shot over to the backstage quickly and there was Jackie bobbing his head to the beat, smiling just as wide if not wider than you imagined. Your heart rejoiced.

When your song ended, the crowd response was deafening. You bowed like a lady and humbly thanked them for their support.

There was a commotion on the side of the stage. Your peripheral vision saw Marlon and Tito holding Jackie back before he broke free of them and jogged on to where you were.

You stood there breathing hard and still. Staring up into his sweet brown eyes with a bead of sweat rolling down your back, your lips parted unable to find actual words. It felt like the crowd was holding its breath with you.

Jackie shyly grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together.

“Baby girl, you wrote that f’me?”

“I did. I meant every word,” you whispered. “I don’t want nobody else. I just want you.”

“That’s good. Because I sure was thinking the same thing.”

“Yeah?”

“And if I said I want you to be my girl?” His large rough hand came up to caress your cheek.

“I’d love to be your girl, Sigmund.”

All the outside noise was drowned out and you completely forgot you were on stage and that there was a huge crowd of people watching this entire interaction. As close you were to the mic, it picked up every single syllable of your conversation.

His eyes darted to your lips and you nodded, slowly leaning onto your toes.

Your lips met in the sweetest kiss you had ever received. Not even the one you got back in tenth grade could compare to Jackie’s pillowy lips setting every nerve in your body ablaze.

The way the crowd exploded brought you back to the present. He stepped back and pecked your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut and you licked your lips, desperate for another taste of him.

“C’mon, girl, we got a show to start. Then me and you are gonna have a talk.”

He lead you off stage and you dreamily follow behind him. If a mirror was held up to your face, you’d probably catch a glimpse of those heart eyes Michael spoke of.

i love a good song that will inspire me. had to bring back some jackie before big daddy’s birthday next week. im still working on those requests yall dont worry. lemme know how this one made you feel. idk why but i feel like im not good at writing fluff 😭

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𑣲 pairing: mature!michael x gold digger!reader

𑣲 synopsis: you use rich men for what they can give you and never let it get personal. when one of them starts giving you everything, lines get blurred, and you can’t tell who is in control.

𑣲 cw: 18+ smut, MDNI!, toxic!michael, brat!reader, age gap (reader is mid 20s), manipulation, dom!michael, sub!reader, rough sex, oral (m+f receiving), use of the word ‘slut’ in bed, degradation, angst!, power imbalance, controlling behaviors

𑣲 wc: 18.0k

𑣲 authors note: for my toxic!michael lovers<3. i’m going to be traveling a lot the next month or so. enjoy a long one before i go!

this took me all day to read because i’m a slow ass reader but when i tell you i enjoyed EVERY second. WOW.

what would you do for the one you love?

10.1.26

YALL AINT READYYYY😝

༄ love me, love me not !

warnings: 18+, smut, a LOT of angst, no happy ending, sad sex, begging, oral (f receiving), face riding, desperate!michael

pairing: michael jackson x wife!reader

summary: y/n realises that everyone seems to be able to have a part of michael, except her. no matter how hard she tries for his love, she never seems to be first priority.

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𑣲 pairing: mature!michael x gold digger!reader

𑣲 synopsis: you use rich men for what they can give you and never let it get personal. when one of them starts giving you everything, lines get blurred, and you can’t tell who is in control.

𑣲 cw: 18+ smut, MDNI!, toxic!michael, brat!reader, age gap (reader is mid 20s), manipulation, dom!michael, sub!reader, rough sex, use of the word ‘slut’ in bed, degradation, angst!, power imbalance, controlling behaviors

𑣲 wc: 18.1k

𑣲 authors note: for my toxic!michael lovers<3. i’m going to be traveling a lot the next month or so. enjoy a long one before i go!

The question was supposed to be about music, but Michael somehow managed to bring your name into the answer. He spoke about your illustrations with an almost embarrassing amount of enthusiasm, describing the little details you put into your work and how he'd bought one of your books for his nieces and nephews. By the time the interviewer asked how he'd even discovered your work, Michael was smiling to himself. "She's very talented," was all he offered, though the expression on his face suggested he'd happily spent the entire interview talking about you. >ᴗ< ♥︎

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