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Heavy - Jobe Bellingham drabble

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Authors Note: im absolute shit at naming what i write but i have to make do😭😭 anyways this is part 2 of the request to whoever requested the jobe bf headcanons, its really short

It was a chill saturday afternoon. You hadn't done much, ran one or two errands, y'know groceries and stuff, and had spent the day mostly in your apartment. Around lunch, you'd fallen asleep. What shook you out of the slumber was the sound of the door opening.

You panicked a bit at first, then you heard the jingle of the keys and realised it was just Jobe using what he liked to call his "boyfriend privileges" again. Not long after, the man himself walked into your room, grinning when he saw you awake and immediately crawling on your bed, laying on top of you, effectively trapping you under him.

You let him rest on your chest for a minute or two, having not seen him in two days but after the third minute your body was irking to move just a bit.

"Jobe move over please"

"Nope."

"What do you mean no? Move over come onn"

"Nuh uh. Why would I? I'm right where I wanna be."

"Jobe, you're heavy. You're crushing me."

"But it's comfortable here." You let out a sigh and he lifted his head up, to look up at you. "Come on, do you really actually want me to move over?"

"No, it's fine. Stay." You relented with a small roll of your eyes. He laughed, his hands tightening their grip on your hips.

He pressed a kiss to your collarbone, humming quietly before setting his head back down again, nuzzling in the crook of your neck. "Missed you."

You let out a small snort at his muffled voice, your fingers scratching softly at the back of his neck where his hairline started. "Missed you too, Jobe."

Please give me more jobe Bellingham like omg plzzzz

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ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

𓏲 ࣪ ˖ type : one-shot

𓏲 ࣪ ˖ pairing : michael jackson x reader

𓏲 ࣪ ˖ genre(s) : romance, smut, fluff

𓏲 ࣪ ˖ tags : female!reader, thriller era!michael, friends to lovers, lesbian!reader, then bisexual!reader, pathetic worshipper boyfriend energy (michael is a yearner dayum)

𓏲 ࣪ ˖ tw : smut, slighty ignorant michael (doesn’t really understand how sexual attraction works), oral sex (f!receiving), kissing.

𓏲 ࣪ ˖ a/n : the one-shot is nearly inspired by the song "lost in the fire" by the weeknd, i recommend listening to it during the fic ! also this is my first time writing something + english isn’t my first language so…..(sorry in advance for the grammatical mistakes)

𓏲 ࣪ ˖ disclaimer : this story is entirely fictional, and part of my intention in writing it was to address and denounce harmful attitudes like this through fiction, even when those topics can be uncomfortable or difficult to portray.

ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ you were always convinced that you loved girls, at least that's what you thought before your friend michael, who admits to having been in love with you for a long time, tries to make you say the opposite…

Guess who found ittt. It took 4 hours but I did itttt yalll. Here girliesss @mjsbabyyy @lastmermaidonearth @kundere20000000

So, hey guys… basically I’ve changed my mind and my oc will be changed completely. She will still be poc but she will now be extremely hyperfeminine, very girly and naive a bit due to be being sheltered just like me my whole life and it’s gonna give like bad boy x good girl. Some corruption on the slides but it won’t 100% change her. I came to this realization after rereading a book from one of the fav authors on Wattpad and I loved that aesthetic. Might give ddlg at times so yet me know how yall feel.

Freaky Frankie?…….

Warning: Fluff, flirting, sexual tension no real smut…. Yet

Overlooking the city, it was my favorite past time as a child. Though, like all good things you can’t afford to enjoy them for too long. Quite literally, learning this the hard way. The new family on the block with its huge moving truck stationed directly in front of my view. Hating huge trucks was also a past time for a young toddler like myself at that time. My mother is more than likely going to force me to go along with her to greet our new neighbors. Considering, the fact that she is talking to them it makes sense. She was always the overly friendly person in the neighborhood. We’ve been introduced to all our neighbors.

For me it’s not as fun all the other little girls on the block are boring. They enjoy boring things, like tea parties and clothing. Pointless, in my opinion though no one ever quite asks me anything these days. Appearing to be satisfied with the new set of neighbors or more so the new women on the block, my mother turns with a smile. Walking straight to our home, meaning more kids for me to pretend to like, hearing the door open I try to make a run for it. “Don’t you dare, I’ve taught you about being rude Frankie. It’s unbecoming of a young girl.” The speech is also pointless it means nothing to me in the end.

We walked ahead to the home on the opposite side of ours, against my will might I add. Curse my extroverted mother. I’m met with a woman, she seems pretty nice, after our official greeting I look over to the side. Noticing the slender like movement I immediately forget where I am and approach it to hopefully capture a new friend. Completely, forgetting the setting I end up on all fours with an extremely dirty dress. On the bright side I hated this dress, I look like Shirley temple. Downside is my mother loved it as you can tell by the immediate screams she lets out towards my direction.

Ignoring her I lunged for the creature, capturing the scaly reptile. “Oo what have I told you Frankie, look what you’ve done. Your dress, all my hard work.” My mother appears to be crying which is another downside, I feel it’s more from embarrassment than anything else. Hearing slips of laughter I look over, our new neighbor, Ola is crouched over holding back tears of laughter. “That’s funny, look at her. She is going to love my son. He is just like her, loves those things always collecting them. Believed he was a dinosaur at one point.” Hearing this I can admit he sounds interesting though, how interesting can a boy really be. Well let’s just say, I was wrong.

“You have to sit still, feels weird though. I told you, but you wanted to have eyeliner babes.” Sitting on the foot of my bed, I tried my very best to gently apply the eyeliner to his eyes. Slash was what you called an excessive blinker in my opinion. His eyes were closed yet, continuously blinking. “I’m staying still, this is as still as it gets, like come on babe.” He was always like this, the excessive flirting never stopped with Slash. In my opinion he was an overly sexual individual. Though, I can say lately I’ve been feeling different about his little nicknames and comments. “Don’t call me that weirdo we talked about this,” pushing his shoulder, I continued the finishing touches.

Backing away though I could stray away too far, before he grabbed my hips tightly. “What should I call you then, Freaky Frankie.” Laughing came easily with him, the nickname was something he’d came up with in school. I’d picked up a toad wandering around the courtyard and all the other kids were freaked out. Slash was different though, immediately giving me the name Freaky Frankie and sat there playing with the toad. “I told you about that, I’m too old for that now, what will guys think with a name like that huh?” Hearing this there was a slight shift in the room. His grip on my hips tightened immensely, “they wouldn’t think shit, cause you’re my Freaky Frankie.” Smiling to myself couldn’t even be helped in that situation.

There was a thing between him and I, always swimming between the bounds of friends though not quite lovers. With him it was easy, I’ve never felt so attached to a boy before. Though, I knew the obstacles, he was like an animal that couldn’t be tamed at times. The idea of him staying by one woman seemed like nothing but pure optimism. Or maybe it was just what I told myself, being too afraid to push the limits of what we called friendship. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, keeping me all to yourself, being your little freak.” Before I know it he backed me up into a corner, “gotta know how to be a real freak first baby, trust me, I can get you there.”

So close together, I felt his lips brush against mine, the tension was always there, hard to resist yet I can admit I loved the game. Surprise was an element I was getting good at, over the years. He was experienced that was obvious, and the question was, am I ready to find out how much. Reaching down slightly, I took a firm grip of the bulge that had been staring at me. Hearing him inhale sharply was like music to my ears. Backing him up to sit on the bed, I took a seat in his lap. Having the upper hand was fun, I could get used to this. Taking his hand in mine, to wrap around my neck, I leaned in his ear, whispering the words that drove him wild. “Trust me baby, if you had Freaky Frankie, you wouldn’t know what to do with her,” kissing on his neck I knew at that moment I had him where I wanted him….

Author’s Note: Hopefully, you all love this. It’s the start of series or something. But, as you can see my writing is still terrible tbh. But there is smut coming guys.

I’m genuinely trying not to cry, the fact the Michael got a nice biopic that showcases his artistry and now Netflix like always comes out with a documentary about the false ass allegations. Like I’m so done. They are always trying to make some money and while I’m on this time I can confidently say the only reason they aired that Epstein documentary is because they wanted to profit off the victims not because they cared about them or anything. They always just want to make money. We were celebrating Mike like he deserved and they bring that bullshit up again. It’s so frustrating like realistically they don’t give a damm about actual victims so why play on people’s emotions.

Ok guys, girlie is about to eat pizza my fav. Lowkey gonna watch obsession or maybe Dracula idk. Anyways, down to business so I’ve created the prologue for both my Slash fics. And lowkey want a duff fic pictured in the late 90s. But, the basis for the duff fic is going to give like daddy dom vibes. Anyways, on the last note I’ve been loving the fics from my fav creator on her at the moment shout out @mvsticmoony I’ve decided to follow in their footsteps and lowkey make a slash series since i want more fics about guns and roses and I can’t find any due to me always be late to the fucking trends. So, decided to pick muse which would be depicted for the slash series or little fanfics here and there. I just don’t know who to pick so far, I want her to be poc because representation is great so I’m looking 👀 and scouting yall.

Maybe a Friend ?

Michael ‘s POV

Walking Louie was a task. Though, I was prepared to do it. I’d loved animals since I was a child. They don’t carry the weight of judgment that humans do, they make me feel like a kid again if anything. “You know this album is gonna be big Louie, I can feel it in my bones. It has to be perfect for the fans they deserve it,” he looks off to the distance watching over the neighborhood. It’s always so beautiful at night. Walking further down the road I started to hear whimpers it almost sounded like someone was crying. “Do you hear it too, blink twice if you think we should go see?” The llama looks off in the distance then turns to me and blinks. “Alright, close enough let’s go see.” Before I know it, we find ourselves at a park. “Didn’t know there was one in this area, omg Louie they have swings. Too bad you can’t get on them right?…” Before I can even get a response out of him I notice that crying has gotten louder. We look over to the edge of the park and find a large tree. Behind it appears to be a girl young, but around my age maybe younger.

Mira’s POV

Today was the worst. I can say officially my life is over and I should start planning for the miserable future. Or lack of future at this point. I didn’t even notice how loud I was until I heard some leaves crunching under someone’s foot behind me. “If you planning on killing me right now, I wouldn’t exactly be opposed to it. Plus, it’s like midnight and I’m sitting in a park by myself as you can see I’m not the brightest so get it over with please.” I tried looking up to see my potential manic, but my eyes were so blurry and sore I could barely see anything. Until I heard a voice, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you I just overheard you crying and wanted to check on you.” The voice was extremely soft, like velvet upon the skin. For a moment, I had forgotten why I was even here in the first place. Crying alone, but the park had always been a safe haven for me. Finally, looking up I took notice of the eyes that were staring into my soul. Big and brown doe eyes. “Beautiful.” Wait no, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Maybe I’ll get lucky and he isn’t even actually there.

“Ugh, thanks umm are you alright.” Great I just humiliated myself in front of this beautiful man and he is still being nice to me. My social skills are dead. “I would love to say I’m doing great, but as you can see these aren’t exactly tears of joy.” After a moment of just staring at each other he proceeded to take a seat in front of me. I feel like I’ve had a dream about this at some point. “Would you like to talk about it? I’m not the best at talking myself, I usually bottle up my emotions and get angry at myself later for it but I’m a great listener.” Sitting there with a patient look on his face he was waiting, this was weird someone was not only speaking to me longer than a minute but also cared about my well being. Maybe I need to cry in parks more often.

“I umm.. work in an ice cream shop, if you couldn’t tell by the ridiculous outfit I’m wearing. Trust me I don’t normally go for the whole polished banana split vibe.” Fixing my shift that didn’t need fixing I realized he was laughing maybe at my extremely bright clothing, but I hoped it was the sarcastic tone that drew him in. He has a real nice face , wait no focus. “Yea, so basically I put in an application about eight months ago when we moved here. Apparently, it takes 6 months to hire someone but only a solid two months to fire someone. Crazy, I like totally dedicated my life to Big Scoops, it’s pathetic I know. My goals are a bit much as you can see.” Finally looking up at his eyes, wow I’ve been staring at his jawline this whole time. I need help.

Michael’s POV

I gotta say, this conversation is the most entertaining thing I’ve ever really witnessed. She is very funny, and pretty. I don’t even know her name. I wonder what she typically does when she isn’t crying in parks. She should’ve even waste her time crying about this job, they don’t deserve her. “I can’t exactly say I speak from experience, I’ve never had a part time job. But, I can say it seems like the job just wasn’t worth you time. Maybe, the havens are saying you meant for a different purpose. A different path.” She was finally done crying and staring at me in awe. This was shocking, it seemed like she had no idea who I was and for the first time I was grateful for being invisible. “I understand you just laid down so killer advice for me and I appreciate it, entirely. But I just realized this whole time, you had a llama next you.” For a second, I held my breath, I thought she realized my true identity, the cloak of mystery was back on, and I finally let out the loudest laugh ever. To which she soon followed. “What’s her name?” I looked at Louie and he finally got close enough to me given me a look. Maybe he was thinking about that fact that she call him a girl or something. “She is in fact a he, his name is Louie by the way.”

Looking embarrassed she covered her head with her hands. Smiling up at me. God she is so beautiful. “Sorry, I naturally assume everything to be female even objects. I don’t know how many things I’ve misgendered in my lifetime. So, what do you do? When you aren’t helping distressed maidens in parks.” The sarcastic sense of humor was just another quality of hers that I was drawn too. I wanted to know everything about here. Hopefully, we could be friends or maybe more? “I do music or try too, and take care of my pets as you can see. He usually walk him around this time. It’s great for both of us.” I didn’t care to elaborate on the fact that I didn’t wish to be swarmed by fans or that I was Michael Jackson. I just wanted her to think of me as a normal guy. “Music, that’s cool I love music I listen to practically every thing though least I think.. Grew up with strict parents so now that I’ve technically entered adulthood they are finally loosening the ropes. Got a lot to catch up on.” Strict parents, boy don’t I know all about that subject. Though, I hope her parents aren’t like Joseph. “Yes, I can completely understand that.” She moved over to pet Louie and in the process her hand landed on my thigh. How was I over the moon about a girl I just met. No clue.

Mira’s POV

Rubbing my hand against the llama, I got lost in thought. First time meeting one though, I hoped he was ok with me rubbing his back. But he just looked at me as if saying “I’ll allow it.” Finally, I looked at my new friend, realizing exactly where my hand had landed. “Oo lord, I’m sorry truly I didn’t mean to do that. I promise.” He looked flustered, though he was the one trying to calm me down. Rubbing my shoulders he gently spoke up, “it’s fine. No harm done applehead.” To say I was smiling at him would’ve been an understatement of the century. He was so soft spoken and beautiful and he was smiling at me, I suddenly forgot why I was sad in the first place. Wait did he cure me? Getting lost in his eyes I finally looked down at my watch. Noticing the time I job up, startling him and poor Louie. “Oo shit, I completely done for, I lost track of time. My parents are gonna grind me into hamburger. I gotta go.” He looked sad for a moment, almost like he didn’t want me to leave. To be honest, neither did I, but I had to be home. “That’s umm yea you should get going then. Of course, don’t want you to turn into a burger.” We laughed at that, I didn’t want this connection to disappear though, reaching into my back pocket I grabbed my card. “Here, take this it’s my house cell, whenever you want to help out a girl in the park again call me.”

Laughing again at my remark he smiled at me, I’ll never get used to this beautiful man. Literally sweating as we speak, “this is a business card?” Looking down at the card I burst out laughing, that never fails to get old. “Yea, my parents are real estate agents. They even have there own firm. Make sure when you call me ask for Mira. My dad can be a bit over protective but now that I’m out of a job Im basically always free so yea.” He held the card in his hands, glazing at me with those big doe eyes. I could just evaporate right now, and die happy. “I’ll make sure to call you then, Mira.” Smiling up at him again, I started to rub towards my bike. Hoping to get home in time before my parents had my head on a stick. “Hey applehead,” I yelled out to him. Watching him turn around, seeing his beautiful curls spin. “Remember, with to call, because with a friend like me you’ll be happy for ever and Evers.”

Michael’s POV

She rode of in the distance night. I hoped I’d see her again soon. Couldn’t even control my smile. Looking down at the card I took notice of the slogan. “Evers real estate, keeping you happy for Ever and Evers.” Hitting the card against my hand, I smiled she is really something. “So, that’s what she meant, seems like walking you at night has really paid of, huh Louie? If this works out you can be my be at man. What do you think?” He was obviously just ready to go home. But me, for the first time in my live I was looking forward to something other than music or dancing. I was looking towards a solid pretty young thang, called Mira.

Hopefully, you guys are vibing with is piece. I literally had to come out of retirement for this. Great at writing little stories but I can’t write a book for shit. I think my writing has improved what do you guys think ? Also, if you want any jaafar fics I got one more lined but you guys are open to send me requests. And I will be wrong some for slash. I’ve entered my guns and roses phase yea. I will be doing fics for jaafar, and Michael as well. Even slash ideas hit me.

So, guys l've been avoiding the story. Planning though, literally not doing my hw while planning. l've come up with the plot and everything, I just forgot how difficult it was for me to convey my thoughts on paper. I literally walk around acting the scenes out to myself, they sound good but when I write it's like shit. I don't know if should put it out, if anyone has any tips or suggestions holla at me fr. I see a lot of my fav authors on here, and they are so talented and I wanna ask them for help, but I’m not good at talking to people. Sucks lowkey, but I know a lot of you don’t really care about my flimsy story cuz there are so many good ones out there so at least the pressure isn’t on me ig, lately it seems like I can’t ever finish anything. I’m terrible ik, I thought this would be my ticket back in, I think of so many fics in my head but never actually write them cuz I’m not a good rider fr, I just hope maybe someone else has the same ideas as me and they write the stories, but then I get kinda jealous. I’m weird idk. This is like a little rant tbh