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this is adorable

Michael being completely unable to conceal his enthusiasm or emotions ☹️

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that man was so fine

devante swing, june 1992.

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ALL I DO IS THINK OF YOU

[one day, michael takes the long way home to see you] | 1.6k words

WARNINGS: black reader, fluff, sweetness!

[1976]

michael adjusts his collar in the blistering sun. directly at midday, the sun came down at the front of the school and lit the concrete like a raving spotlight. it was a natural deterrent for loitering for no child wanted to be stood there in the heat for too long. by the time michael got to the front steps, you were already gone and randy was ready to go.

“there’s jackie’s car!” he shouts, scampering down the stairs like he’d been shot out of a cannon.

michael moved down to the street languidly, his lanky body casting a long, skinny shadow behind him.

by the time he reached jackie, randy was already buckled next to a sleepy janet who was still tiny enough to be sat in the middle seat without complaint. hell, even michael could still be in the middle seat, but he liked to gaze out the window on the drive.

when michael didn’t get in, jackie’s head came peeking out of the disappearing driver window, his big arm quickly twisting the handle. “what are you waitin’ on, mike?”

“i think im gonna walk home t’day,” states michael, his schoolbooks pressed at his side. he’d missed the moment to ask you to walk home with him, even thought to offer to carry your books for you. all because he had to speak with his last period teacher about the days he’d be missing in the next few weeks. again.

“walk?” randy cries, fanning his wet face with his science notebook. “it’s hot!”

“oh,” jermaine smirks, slapping jackie’s shoulder. “i see you, mike.”

“see what?” michael dares with a puff of his chest.

“you wanna go talk to that girl, don’t you?”

“no! i just…wanna be alone.”

except he did want to talk to you. he’d wanted to talk to you for some time. like a sickness, his mind was consumed with you. he couldn’t wait to get to school each day to see you, he’d even began to write about you in his notebooks. what he wished to say, what he wished to be with you. the veil on him was as thin as a leaf; everybody could see right through his protests of any different.

earlier, when he saw you in class, you turned around to see him staring at you—as he often did—and waved at him. since then, the beat of his youthful heart matched the fluttering of your fingers, the wink in your eyes. today was the day. he had to do something.

“can you put on the fan, jackie?” randy pleads with his hands gripped on the back of the seat.

“i would if y’all would be quiet! and sit back!” jackie shot back before shifting his eyes back to michael. “mike, i’m liable to get licked if i come home without you. you sure you wanna walk?”

“i’m sure. if joseph asks where i am—“

“i’ll take care of it. just don’t stay out late.”

“thanks, jackie,” michael nods, a sheepish grin on his face as the other jacksons pull off, kicking up some leftover dust in michael’s wake.

michael walked on the clouds to get to your street. the heat meant nothing to him because the blossoming oak trees gave him ample shade, casting fluttering hearts on the sidewalk.

and when he saw you, bent to your flowers on the front lawn, trimming the wilted leaves around your hummingbird sage, patting down the irises, looking so focused, his heart beat twice as much in his chest.

building up the courage, he slows his steps as he comes upon your garden’s enclosure, unsure of whether to look purposeful or if he’d just wandered there on happenstance. but you caught his eyes and immediately straightened up, careful not to wipe the dirt from your gloves on yourself.

he ignores the way his stomach feels when he looks at you, all fuzzy and fluttering. he marvels at your dress with delicate eyes. the pattern on it matches the flowers perfectly.

“hi,” you smile, practically skating to him in your kitten heels.

“hello,” he says, figuring out where on your face to look now that you were magnified to him. was it your pretty eyes? your grand smile? your flawless, beautiful brown skin?

“you’re michael.”

he swallows into a smile. “yes.”

“i don’t normally see you come by here.”

he nods slightly. “i was just on a walk…”

it wasn’t exactly a lie. his hand was still wrapped around his books, however, and sweating heavier on the leather by the minute.

“i hope im not interrupting,” you tease shyly.

“not at all,” he replies sincerely, happy to be in your company.

there was a moment between you; silent, rocking back and forth on its heels while the wind blew gently through the oak trees, blowing wind chimes to sing sweet symphonies all around you.

“would you like to come up on the porch? my mom made some lemonade,” you grin, taking off your gloves.

michael looks to the porch, then to you.

“s-sure.”

“it’s useless trying to garden when it’s this hot, anyway,” you whine, leading him up the stairs. “the dirt’s so dry, it just sucks it right up. the water i mean.”

a perfume comes through the screen door to your home. like a pie or fresh melted berries.

“you’re really pretty,” michael says. he speaks so quietly, just like he does in class, that you can barely make it out.

a shock hits your spine and heats your face. turning to him, you reveal the sudden bemusement you felt.

“what’d you say?”

he looks back at you, wide-eyed. “i said ‘they’re really pretty.’”

“oh. thank you,” you coo, placing your gloves down by the watering can. “do you have a garden?”

“yes, but i’ve never done it myself. i like to look at gardens, the flowers and the little butterflies…but i think i’d be awful at it.”

“how would you know you’d be awful if you’ve never tried?” your words come out so kindly, michael can’t help but get lost in his own elation. you really were as sweet as he thought you to be.

he takes the cold glass from your hand without a reply. he isn’t sure what to say. but you, you’ve been waiting since you spotted him on your path to show your hand to him. so, you do, leaned against your banister.

from behind, the sun came down on your back and blessed your hair with its shining like a lion’s mane, or a halo, or…

“pardon?” michael’s eyes lit up again, his body stiff as a rod. he'd missed what you said.

“i see you eyeing me in class,” you repeat with a giggle.

“y-you do?” he gulps.

“yes. i see you all the time. craning your head back like that.”

your head winds around your shoulder, mimicking the way michael’s eyes move over you whenever he knows you’re around.

he feels his cheeks light up in embarrassment. he keeps his mouth shut to keep from stuttering, though he wants to just excuse himself and go home now, or turn to ash right then and there.

“so you came by to see me?” you peek, smoothing out the headband your mom sewed for you to match your dress.

“i hoped i would,” he mumbles after a while, the words nearly lost in his timid jumble.

“i hoped you would too,” you blush, capturing his gaze again. “i thought you’d never talk to me. you always act so shy…but…shy isn’t a bad thing.”

your voice was so gentle, it felt like you were picking his head up with both hands and washing all his nerves away. he began to feel more open around you, more relaxed.

you talked about everything under the sun, literally. his music, school, what you wanted when you graduated, where he wanted to go and do. you talked about family and tradition and books. anything he or you could think to ask!

he was the first to notice the buzzing coming from the street; the twitching of the lamp poles starting down the block. though he wished he could stay, he had to excuse himself and head on home.

“i’d like to do this again,” you smile as he gathers his books. “will you come see me tomorrow?”

“i’ll try,” he says, a bit jittery.

“alright,” you nod and run your fingers down his arm as he leaves the first step. he turns back, the touch filling his heart with joy, only to feel a glimpse of what he assumed to be heaven as your lips plant a loving kiss to his cheek. “bye.”

“i’ll see you around,” he says, keeping himself composed as he crosses the porch steps and looks behind him with a friendly wave that he wished could extend forever and ever.

after michael slips past your house, covered by the bundle of bushes at the end of the block, his face is overtaken by a glorious smile. so delighted and proud and happy and soaring and giddy. his blood pumped through his whole body like an electric energy, he practically flew home as if he had wings or pixie dust or some sort of love spell that could make him float higher than the rest. all because of you.

his brothers were all messing around in the yard when he got there and stop dead in their tracks when they see him, a full-toothed grin pulled from ear to ear.

“what?” jackie asks, opening his arms as michael walks past them, headed for the front door.

“c’mon, mike! tell us!” pleads marlon, his bike tires screeching on the drive.

“nothin’ to worry about,” michael answers calmly, swinging his arm full of his books and shutting the door behind him.

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a @melodyyybubbles production (<3)

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IIII NEEDD A PART 2!!

STARSTRUCK

[michael is crushing on you, a singer from another group] | 900+ words

WARNINGS: fem! reader , singer!reader , shy!michael with a capital S , mostly the brothers talking but it’s fun i hope!

[1976]

under the crackle of applause from the green room intercom, the jacksons spread out with the anticipation of idle chess pieces. picking his teeth or tapping his foot or humming along to the notes that scroll through his head. they weren’t on for another hour, so there was time to kill waiting.

jackie leans into the center of the room from the couch, his elbows resting on his thighs, “you know who’s opening tonight, right, mike?”

michael watches jackie’s face go smug and he plays along, his smile sly and playful. “who?”

“that gal group you like.”

from his own armchair tito’s lips rearrange into a teasing curve, “ooooo!”

michael had heard you singing in your group a few months before on a television special and fell in love. the next day he went out and bought all your records. he adored your voice, so effortlessly charming and angelic. moreover, he adored to see you perform. he was hypnotized by your presence, eyes glimmering into the camera, beguiling and shining like the star you were born to be.

“who?” marlon’s voice cuts in, tonguing his finger to get some foundation smudge out of his collar.

“you know…with that gal; that singer he keeps goin’ on about,” says jackie.

“mike ain’t worried about no gal,” marlon drawls, his lips tugged up in a smile at the reflection of boys in the full-length mirror. one could take the meaning two ways. a way to cool off the teasing or a way to reinstate the impossible. michael can’t tell which one he’s falling on as he gazes at his brother and smiles uneasily. the mirror stretches his body so his legs look as long as stilts.

“nah?” jackie scoffs, “g’on and ask him!”

but randy bounces into the room before marlon can open his mouth, tugging up the zipper on his pants with a sweat on his brow.

“mike,” he pants, “just saw the pretty girl comin’.”

the words came out like a hammer and nails fit perfect to use on his coffin. as the rest of them began to snicker, michael’s face burned, so he put it down in his hands.

“y’all just wait back here all night?” starts one of the sparkly girls that materialized in the doorway. she mimicked jackie a little, the oldest who knew things and had a way with people. each head, like perfectly round cotton balls, turned toward the sound. caught off guard, jackie and tito readjust their positions in their seats, marlon cleared his throat.

“we do in hopes to see some pretty things walkin’ around,” tito recovers suavely and the girls giggle beside themselves.

there were three of you, local performers from the town the jacksons were stopped in for the night. when you got word you’d be their opener, you were all reasonably over-ecstatic. leaping and twirling and squealing like wild birds in the night. who didn’t live for a chance to see, to work with the beloved jacksons?

“your songs are tight,” praises the youngest.

“yeah, we hope y’all gon’ play your new one.” the other smiles, particularly at marlon, leaning against the smaller one's shoulder.

“well, you’re in luck,” marlon says like a showman, licking over his lips.

you push through the girls and spot him sitting apart from the rest of them. you giggle, a soft glint in your eye. “hi, michael.”

he looks up at the crowded door, his eyes as big as dinner plates, the whites of them shining like he’d just gotten his picture taken with his pants down.

“oh—uh—hello,” michael stutters, attempting to ignore the way his brothers cover their mouths and snicker.

“i’m excited to see you perform,” you beam.

“she won’t shut up about it!” the eldest teases.

“‘m g-glad we’re getting t’-t’ work together…” michael mutters as if the fabric of his shirt was suddenly shrunken three sizes too small.

“we should get goin’,” says the oldest, tugging on your arm with a knowing look.

“oh, alright…i’ll see you out there, michael!”

his head moves like he agrees, but it’s barely a nod.

“good luck tonight,” the youngest winks, her long fingers breezing down the doorframe.

“you too, baby,” tito says with a smirk, watching as their dresses evaporate like a flash of lilac waves from the doorway.

about an inch of silence goes by before tito turns to michael with a groan.

“mike, man, come on! she was right there!”

jackie’s eyebrows lower, smoothing out the air with his wise hands. “now, don’t get down on him, tito. it’s alright, mike. you’ll get her.”

“ol’ mike’s a smooth talker” marlon assures, giving mike an encouraging glance.

“no. he’s a no-talker that’s what he is,” tito says, sucking his teeth.

“alright, now, stop it…” mumbles michael with his head down.

there was silence again besides a few jingles of randy’s bejeweled bell sleeves as he fastened the cufflinks. the perfume of the girls still kissed the green room air.

“he was just jivin’, mike. we don’t mean no harm,” jackie says, his voice tenderhearted and kind.

“you like her though, right, mike?” marlon interjects, his voice swinging over the coolness in jackie’s.

he couldn’t help it but smile a little. he really got to see you, standing there in the flesh, saying his name. he runs his hand down his face, giggling in his shy way.

“we’ll go up and talk to her later,” marlon promises, slapping mike affectionately on the shoulder.

“she’s got eyes for you, mike, i saw her,” says randy, looking at his brothers with a dreamy glaze over his eyes. “can’t wait for a gal to look at me like that…”

tito chuckles in his seat, his hat hooked on his fingers and dangling between his legs now. “so y’all all grown up, huh…”

“man, shut up!” michael, marlon, and randy hiss from their side of the room, a hurl of childish venom flying toward tito in perfect unison.

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atlanta by boat / todd gray (2015)

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100 likes!

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Yall i need some shifting ideas , i needa see my man ☺️

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OH MY GAWDDDDDDDDD LOOK AT THOSE LEGSSSSSSSS

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something i found circa 1984 victory tour , i miss him sm omgggb

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NIA!!????

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Me ignoring the "minors do not interact" "18+" "minors dni" warning signs in fanfics

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#needthat

This being from the same photoshoot makes me vicious

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Okay, so I was the camera man..

Cameraman was so horny