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hbd, siempre te adoro . te extraño. que te vaya bien cariño 🌻
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Prince is engaged…michael’s first born is engaged

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BABY BE MINE???? YALL ARE SOURRRR , BOO BEAT IT 🍅🍅🍅🍅
#amargados#i simply won't accept anyone's least favorite being wbss bj hn or pyt#tokischaaahablas#beatitboo#boooii
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baby baby
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need more jah x reader imagines 😿😿



let me in 🌊
!xxxtentacion x !latina reader
warning! : fluff, cursing, weed, drowning, vomit
word count!: 2k
y/n —-> orange
jahseh —-> blue
jahseh was getting ready to go to bed, but then he got a buzz on his phone, it was y/n.
yo you awake?
yes but i’m abt to go to sleep
boo hoo, come with me to the beach
y/n recently found a place to stay right next to the beach, it was a motel but she mad it work. her new location of recidence allowed her to be more connected to the ocean and take reside in.
it took jahseh a few moments before replying, he wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t get caught and had a plan to get back, since he was put into his grandmas house for the time being until he could get his life together.
ok sure
YAYAYA! i’ll bring my speaker u bring the za pls pooki
bruh fine but stop calling me that dumb shit
okay pooki wtv u say 💋
jahseh sighed and put his phone down, he grabbed the nearest shirt to him and threw it on. he went to his cabinet and grabbed some already rolled up blunts.
he sneaked downstairs and opened the front door and hopped on his bike and started his route to y/n’s.
meanwhile y/n was getting ready, grabbing her speaker and her keys, but she was stopped once she got the notification that there would be some rain that was expected to come in 30 minutes
“shit,’ she hissed rubbing her forehead.
‘let’s hope it isn’t that hard and won’t ruin our night,’ y/n whispered to herself.
however this night was odd to her, since she loved going out at night and doing the simplest things , however jahseh was more kept to himself and almost never cracked jokes.
in their friend group jahseh was quiet but everyone else was aware that he had something special. y/n on the other hand was known to be the clown of the group, always to crack jokes or make someone spit water out of their mouth due to her clownery.
y/n was just so surprised that jah said yes, they hardly hung out alone but a few weeks ago they both spotted each other at a party. they both didn’t want to be there, but were forced to stay. y/n mustered up her courage and asked him to take a smoke break outside with her. he nodded and they sat in silence until jah said, “thanks,”
y/n replied with a simple
“you’re welcome.”
and there a odd yet interesting friendship sparked between the two of them. y/n couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t attracted to the quiet boy, his eyes were so haunting but that just provoked y/n to learn more about him.
yo i’m here, wya?
coming down, meet outside the lobby
jahseh put his phone back in his pocket and waited for y/n. as he waited he took one of the joints out and lit it, then took a deep inhale of the joint. he blinked a few times to adjust to the new feeling the weed gave him. when we was high he would become more relaxed and less uptight and a little more out of his shell.
“might as well catch up with y/n’s energy,” he chuckled.
“what about y/n?” she said appearing in front of jahseh.
“na that I already took a hit because you always got mad energy whenever wherever you go.” jahseh said pointing at her speaker.
“touche, but like if there ain’t no y/n ain’t no party.” she giggled.
“yeah right,” jahseh said rolling his eyes.
“whatever boy, let’s go.” y/n said as she turned on her speaker and connected it to her phone.
y/n assumed jahseh was walking at the same pace as her but as she turned around she saw jahseh staring at her ass.
“jahseh!” she groaned approaching him lightly grabbing his ear.
“owww, mamas please i didn’t mean to it was the weed.” he cried.
“yeah right, keep walking.” she sighed.
to be fair, y/n had on a black sports bra and black shorts, though they weren’t a lot they were enough to protect her from the flordia humidity especially at this hour.
as jahseh caught up to y/n he couldn’t help but wrap one of his arms around y/n as a lead to keep him from tripping or falling behind.
y/n was taken aback from this action but then remembered jah was high and the last thing she wanted was for him to have a bad trip and something bad happen.
as they were walking, not in silence since y/n already started playing music, y/n moved jah’s arm to her shoulder to be draped.
jah on the other hand was feeling a little devious and decided to play with the strap of y/n’s bra strap.
“jah wait till we get situated at the beach,” y/n whined, she tried to keep her act up of acting like she was not screaming inside. inside she was CRUSHINGGG hard, she knew jah was flirty since he definitely had a record of being a player but this part of jahseh she’d never heard of or seen.
“okay mamas,” he said as he slapped y/n’s ass.
that was the turn off for y/n, he was getting wayyyy too comfortable.
“jahseh! no, you gotta get it together, you’re acting like your white girl wasted right now!” y/n screamed slapping jahseh’s chest.
jah blinked a few times before he could register what had happened,
“shit y/n, i’m sorry, im overdoing the weed. it’s just i’m tired of being so uptight.”
y/n decided to stay quiet and hear what was on jahseh’s mind which led him to slap her ass.
“it’s just, since that night of the party there was something up. like you saw me being in my head, and you brought me out of there. i know i do a lot of small talk and i know it can get annoying. but you still decided to hang out with me. i didn’t ask, and i don’t know if i gave any signs to a second time to hang out, but you took the initiative.”
“jah what are you trying to say?”
“i’ve never met someone like you y/n, i wanna stick by you and learn about you, everyone in my life have either been mad negative or just plain jane’s. you’re different.”
“jahseh spit it out.”
jahseh then litterly spit out something in his throat
“jahseh, wtf not litterly.” y/n groaned.
“i like you y/n.” jahseh screamed as he then ran into the ocean.
y/n dropped the speaker on the sand and the towels she had in her hands and jumped to grab jahseh.
as she ran to jahseh he already was in the water and basically drowning.
“shit jahseh!” y/n yelled getting a hold of him by the shoulder. as y/n pulled him to the sand he wasn’t moving, she slapped his face and began to do cpr. as she went to do mouth to mouth to him she backed up and saw his eyes open. he then turned to the side and hurled.
“let it out, it’s okay.” y/n said patting his back.
“oh my fucking god, what just happened y/n.” jahseh said between burps.
“you told me you liked me, jumped in the water then drowned.” y/n said with a weak smile.
“oh,” jahseh said rubbing his head.
“yeah, i think we can do beach another day maybe when you don’t abuse tf out of the blunt.” y/n chirped flicking jah’s neck.
“ow y/n!”
“what do you mean beach another day?” jah asked.
“you’re too fucked, and i can’t deal with rescuing you again.”
“but i don’t wanna go yet.”
“wanna head back to my room?” y/n proposed
“yes!” jahseh yelled
“jah you are like actually a crazy high.” y/n laughed.
“so, you seem to like it, you’re laughing.” jahseh said in a dorky voice.
she smiled then grabbed his hand and led him to her room, she hoped that he forgot he confessed his feelings to her. she couldn’t tell if he was serious and knew that he wouldn’t say this sober she she rather not push it.
“y/n, your quiet.” jahseh said
“yeah, just focused on getting you upstairs.” y/n said scanning her card to unlock the elevator.
“yea right. you’re just speechless cuz i’m so handsome.” jahseh said, and as y/n looked at him he struck a pose.
“im just so in awe by you jahseh.” y/n said rolling her eyes.
“i knew it! now give me a kiss!” jahseh said puckering out his lips.
y/n put her hand on his lips and took his hand and led him to her room.
“jah sit on the bed, ima see if i have some water for you.” y/n said looking unfer her bed.
as she looked up with a bottle in her hand she saw jahseh looking at her with his dark eyes.
“you never said anything after i told you i liked you.” jahseh said in a dark tone.
y/n was frozen, “umm, because you ran into the ocean.”
“yea but you didn’t do anything.”
“jahseh why are you bringing this up?”
“because i like you y/n, let me in. i know im a quiet but trust me ill open up to you, i need you, don’t you get that?” jahseh asked with his glass eyes.
y/n rose from the floor and sat next to jahseh on the bed, “jah i would but im scared, you have a history of playing games.”
“yeah that’s the past though, i promise you y/n. i’ll do anything. mamas i will buy you roses everyday, i’ll do anything.” jahseh said leaving kisses on y/n’s neck as he begged for her to let him in.
“i dunno jahseh,” she moaned as his kisses got deeper.
“you do know.” jahseh in a deep tone, pressing his lips onto y/n’s. she fell back onto the bed and so did jahseh, their lips still connected to each other. as jahseh expected she didn’t stop kissing him, he put his arms around her body, giving a quick squeeze to her ass.
“jah, enough with my ass.” y/n hissed as she started kissing on his neck.
“you know i love that culo tho mami,” he smiled.
y/n lightly blushed, hoping jah couldn’t tell but he did.
“you know you love it when i touch it too, ain’t no body do it like me mamas.” he said into the crook of her neck.
his hot breath made y/n’s throat close up. she put her hands behind jah’s neck and played with the back of his head, pulling it closer to her face.
“jah don’t fuck this up.” she said as a tear escaped her eye.
jah looked at her and cooed, “oh y/n, i won’t i promise you, you’re a rare one, very rare. i’ll never hurt you, just praise you ma.” he said wrapping his arms around her waist.
as they held each other closely, y/n felt jahseh put his chin on her head.
“jah, i want you to be yourself without the weed tho.” y/n admitted.
“i know ma, i will i just needed it this time to get out of my pussyness.” jah said playing with a strand of y/n’s hair.
“okay baby,” y/n said looking at jah now, looking deep into his narrow eyes.
“why you look at me like that ma?” jah asked getting closer to y/n’s eyes.
“because you’re so handsome.” y/n smiled.
“i know,” jahseh smiled then put his free hand on his hip.
“boy bye,” y/n said getting up trying to get some water.
“where you going ma?” jahseh whined as he grabbed y/n’s waist and pulled her back to the bed.
“no where now.” y/n smiled giving jahseh a kiss on his nose.
“that’s what i thought.” jahseh grinned with the face of success.
“i’m glad you let me in ma,”
“me too jah.”
tokischaaaaa speaks: so this is new for me sooo umm yea
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HBDDDD OTWW

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umm.. that didn’t happen.
i apologize, sorry abt that guys, work has been so bipolar . one day i think im free or can relax at home and get my writing on, then 💥 nope not possible.
i’m aiming to hopefully write this weekend but keep commenting and voting, lmk what you think so far!
i decided to put something together abt dearest michael.. or as amani calls him… miguel:
🪭
amani yanna alba doesn't chase fame, she survives it.
when michael jackson slips away from his failing marriage and into a hidden bar in the dominican republic, he meets amani: sharp, guarded, and completely unimpressed.
one unexpected night sparks something neither of them can ignore.
weeks later, their paths cross again in rio-he's filming a revolution, she's chasing a chance.
she swore she wouldn't fall.
he wasn't looking to feel.
but in a world built on image and illusion, what happens when someone finally sees you?
fame ignited it.
now it might burn them both.
i present to you all 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬.. 🥀:
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ooo this so cute !! ty!! @mccartneyqp
Top 10 on my shuffled repeat playlist:
• Tonight’s the Night by Janet Jackson
• Roni by Bobby Brown
• PYT by Michael Jackson
• All Night Long by Mary Jane Girls
• After Party by Koffee Brown
• 4th of July by Mariah Carey
• Did it First by Ice Spice
• Reel it in by Aminé ft. Gucci Maine
• Someone To Call My Lover by Janet Jackson
• Babydoll by Mariah Carey
No pressure tags!: @hamzaheaven @achillesinhighheels @heroindawta @quackmiffy @offthewall1979 @dirtyxmike @liberiangurl @oceanz7 @quokkie (and anyone else who wants to join!) <333
🎵 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓!!!
rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist, share the first 10, and tag 10 (tagged by @tsunodaradio !)
hello cro - extended, Varra
you first, Paramore
more than a woman, Aaliyah
kiss it, Jae Stephens
howling, XG
kissing in public, Destin Conrad
video, KAYTRANADA feat. Ravyn Lenae
p.b.s., Destin Conrad feat. Lil Nas X
loyalty, Kendrick Lamar feat. Rihanna
2 the music, KAYTRANADA feat. Iman Omari
tagging (no pressure!): @comraderoscoes @henneseyhoe @httpsserene @snowseasonmademe @spiderbeam @saintslewis @userhamilton @cinnamorussell @piastriprincess
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new chapters coming this week :)))
i decided to put something together abt dearest michael.. or as amani calls him… miguel:
🪭
amani yanna alba doesn't chase fame, she survives it.
when michael jackson slips away from his failing marriage and into a hidden bar in the dominican republic, he meets amani: sharp, guarded, and completely unimpressed.
one unexpected night sparks something neither of them can ignore.
weeks later, their paths cross again in rio-he's filming a revolution, she's chasing a chance.
she swore she wouldn't fall.
he wasn't looking to feel.
but in a world built on image and illusion, what happens when someone finally sees you?
fame ignited it.
now it might burn them both.
i present to you all 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬.. 🥀:
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theyrll be a clarifying chapter.
ngl kinda scared if ppl didn’t understand the most recent chapter :/
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who says i can't promot my book 😼😼
snippet from
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬.. 🥀
for the rest of the shoot, Amani stepped back from her usual ballsy persona and stayed quiet, watching Michael the way the rest of the world did, the king, the dancer, the superstar.
she couldn't help but look at him with a mix of awe and hurt.
she remembered the night they met. how, even through he was slightly intoxicated on a few too many mamajuanas, his truth came out raw, real. so similar to hers.
the struggle.
something they both carried like a second skin in this unfair life.
but the way they dealt with their wounds: the bleeding, the healing. was so different... yet somehow the same. They both had mastered the art of blocking it out. But when they met, it hadn't felt like they were numbing anything anymore. It felt like they'd just been protecting their inner child. an equal understanding.
Michael had used his pain and turned it into purpose, into success. And he kept going, rising.
Amani, meanwhile, was still clawing her way through, hustling hard, doing the unspoken to survive, only to come home to her mother's cutting words and cold stares.
But through it all, neither of them had stopped.
Michael never stopped creating.
And Amani never stopped hustling.
still, something about what Spike said shifted things for her. It gave her clarity, a sharper perspective on the space between her and Michael.
He wasn't like the men on the street who whistled at her or tried to claim her. He was different. And maybe she should treat him differently.
But she couldn't.
She shouldn't.
She had to protect herself.
And maybe, just maybe, she had to protect him, from who she really was.
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go read my book for a cookie :P
#tokischaaahablas#michael jackson#mjjforever#mjinnocent#michael jackson imagine#michael jackson x fem!reader#michael jackson x reader#mjj
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i decided to put something together abt dearest michael.. or as amani calls him… miguel:
🪭
amani yanna alba doesn't chase fame, she survives it.
when michael jackson slips away from his failing marriage and into a hidden bar in the dominican republic, he meets amani: sharp, guarded, and completely unimpressed.
one unexpected night sparks something neither of them can ignore.
weeks later, their paths cross again in rio-he's filming a revolution, she's chasing a chance.
she swore she wouldn't fall.
he wasn't looking to feel.
but in a world built on image and illusion, what happens when someone finally sees you?
fame ignited it.
now it might burn them both.
i present to you all 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬.. 🥀:
#tokischaaahablas#girlblogging#michael jackson#mjjinnocent#mjjforever#michael jackson x fem!reader#michael jackson x reader#michael jackson imagine#applehead
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UMM THIS IS SO CUTE!!!
If you care i got ummm this thing too, lmao i had nothing to do
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btw, I am working on that thriller!mike x camp counselor!reader fic.
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#tokischaaahablas#mjjforever#mjj#mjjinnocent#moonwalker#michael jackson#mjinnocent#michael jackson x reader#michael jackson imagine#mike#apple head#16years</3#1958 til infinity#Youtube
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this is so classic wattpad plot but I literally do not care
Michael Jackson x she/her!reader
·˚ ◌༘͙[Keep The Faith] ! ˊ
Fishing has been one of Michael’s favorite hobbies for some time. Not in the traditional sense - he cannot sit still for long enough to actually go fishing - but rather by his own definition. Whether it be peering at the faces in the crowd at a concert, seeing faces pressed against the windows of cars and buildings he’s in, fishing is a term that Michael dedicates to peacefully viewing pretty creatures that appear just to see him when he’s passing through. In no way is it dehumanizing; he views it as comparing people to other beautiful things in nature, and in a comical sense too, of course. By now, his team is well aware of his traditions when it comes to fishing, only laughing along and agreeing with his comments pertaining to ‘nice fish’, all in jest and never something he’d consider seriously pursuing; he’d feel he had too much power over a fan that it wouldn’t be fair or just, it would be taking advantage, and that’s not something that sits well with him.
That is, until your face catches his eye.
Fan after fan came and went, greeting Michael and taking pictures while he signed their copies of ‘Bad’ and gifted him their most sincere praises. It was certainly lovely, never something he takes for granted, but to an extent, the social scale of the event can become quite tiring. He’s grateful the line is nearing its end, hoping that soon enough, he’ll be able to rest. But when Michael lifts his gaze from the table in front of him and his eyes meet yours, when he sees your smile- he swears to every holy thing he’s ever known, his heart stops. You aren’t screaming or hyperventilating, but you are trembling in a way that stirs the gentleman in him, wishing the circumstances would allow for him to perhaps offer his jacket to you. The smile on your face as you look at Michael is reflected right back at you, and his previous idea of having any power over a fan is single handedly erased by the existence of you. In that moment, had you wished it, he’d have dropped to one knee and ripped his own heart out to offer it to you. One word from you, and he’d do anything for you. All you had to do, was-
“Hi, Michael.”
And he’s yours.
Your voice is the sweetest melody he’s ever heard, and he already knows it’ll inspire more songs than anything ever has before. You are the siren to lull him to sleep, to guide him to the pearly gates of heaven someday, and he is nothing if not a devout worshiper at the altar that is you.
“I don’t want to take up too much of your time, you’ve already been here so long- but, I just wanted to thank you for the music you make and the message of love that-“
Is now and has only ever been meant for you, he realizes.
Words continue to fall from your lips like a steady stream, a peaceful and thought-out poem that touches every part of Michael’s very soul. And he sits there, smiling up at you as you stand before him, in absolute awe of you. The stars of the night couldn’t hope to hold a candle to the ones in your eyes.
“You don’t need to thank me, it’s my pleasure. It brings me joy to know that my music brings you joy, too.” He answers, his own voice softer than he’s ever heard it.
Your smile turns shy, then, and Michael wishes he had the kind of magic to seal this moment in a bottle, or lock it away in a drawer, so that on the lonely nights he foresees in his future he might gaze upon this moment again. You.
“What’s your name?” He asks you, the question feeling more like a desperate plea than a general curiosity, and when you do tell him your name, it’s immediately stitched into the very fabric of his being.
He wants to compliment your name for how pretty it sounds, how well it suits you, how he’ll close his eyes and whisper it to the sky before he falls asleep and wishes for you without being capable of waiting for a shooting star to do so. He wants to, more than anything. But for risk of seeming too forward, Michael only allows his smile to widen, tells you it was wonderful meeting you, that he hopes you’ll have a pleasant rest of your day, and then passes you back your copy of his album - signed with his name and a kiss that he simply couldn’t resist leaving for you.
Michael’s team exchange glances when his eyes linger on you, watching you leave until you are completely out of sight. At which time, he releases a sigh that is impossible to mistake as anything other than a swoon. With his longing being so obvious, a member of Michael’s team steps forward.
“Would you like us to ensure tickets for tomorrow night’s show, Sir?” The security guard offers, and is surprised when Michael only shakes his head, not offering a verbal answer as he turns his attention to the next person in line.
That night, Michael is ringing up an impressive phone bill from his hotel room, rambling to Janet about every shade in your eyes, every intricacy of you, every cadence you spoke in. After an hour, he finally leaves enough time for his sister to actually respond.
“So you made certain she’ll be at the show tomorrow, right?” It almost sounds rhetorical, not to mention sarcastic, coming from Janet - not that either would surprise Michael.
“No, no,” He shakes his head, leaning against the wall as he holds the phone to his ear, careful not to step too far from the cord. “I don’t want to enforce or engineer anything- that’s not love, that’s a script. If I’m meant to see her again, I will.”
Janet sighs at this, knowing Michael’s mind is set and that means he’ll be too stubborn to consider any alternative; his views on love and fairytales are so absolute, he’d rather spend a lifetime waiting for you and loving you anyway, than use the powers at his disposal to set up a meeting that could lead to a love story.
That said, Janet also knows that for you to have captured Michael’s attention so, you must be some girl. Women have thrown themselves at him from the moment he entered the spotlight - for him to not only notice one amongst the rest, but yearn for you so obviously and without any trace of hesitance, you must be something special. For that, Janet can only pray alongside Michael that somehow, some way, you will find your way back to him.
During rehearsals the following day, Michael finds himself envisioning you in front of the stage, using the idea of dancing to impress you, to woo you as his motivation for giving the performance tonight everything he’s got. No matter how bright the overhead lights of the stadium are, he can picture your smile widening when he dances around onstage, pointing at you as a means of dedicating the song to you, and you alone. He intends to do so regardless of the fact you won’t actually be there. Perhaps he’ll point at the stars, lest you see the footage and misunderstand that he’d ever point at another girl again.
The screams of the crowd do little to quiet the thoughts of you that continue to whirl around the mind of a lyrical genius, even when he runs out onstage to greet them. Breaking into the first song of the night, Michael puts his all into his performance as he always does, but can't help feeling that tonight he has a heavenly blessing in the form of your smile lingering in his thoughts, pushing him that little bit harder. It isn’t until the end of the first song that Michael stops moving for long enough to scan the faces he can actually see from where he stands, the distance from the stage to the front row being further than he’d like. Pausing only momentarily for a brief interval of fishing, Michael’s eyes trace over the front row. And then, he does a double take.
His heart must have been playing a trick on his eyes, surely.
He looks back again, feeling an irregularity in his own pulse when he struggles to find you in the sea of faces again, until whoever had been cruel enough to temporarily block the view of you happens to move just enough for Michael to see you again. Front row, clinging to the barricade like your life depends on it. And you’re smiling at him just the same.
His eyes lock with yours, the band behind him exchanging confused glances. By now, Michael should have given the cue for the second song to start, but the perfectionist has been entirely distracted by the very definition of perfect that he’s been waiting his whole life for. It takes several seconds for him to accept the reality that you really are right there, but as soon as he does, the smile on his face is so big he’s concerned it’ll split his face in half. Giving the cue for the second song to start, Michael points right at you.
“You knock me off of my feet now baby, HOO!”
Throughout ‘The Way You Make Me Feel’, Michael’s gaze connects with yours, and he doesn’t shy away from devoting the song to you in every way he can. If it weren’t for the rehearsed role of the woman onstage that he’s barely even noticing, he’d have pulled you up here with him. Instead, Michael settles for pointing at you, winking at you, and holding your gaze while singing lyrics and dancing in ways that leave no room for misinterpretation.
He continues this for the remainder of the setlist, a plan forming in his head over the course of the next few songs. Because now that divine intervention has resulted in you being right here with him again, who is he to stand and do nothing in the face of that? Of you?
With the instrumental for Liberian Girl beginning behind him, Michael sets his plan into action. Against the better judgment of his security, he jumps from the edge of the stage, making a beeline for where you stand in the front row, every face except yours blurring into his peripheral vision, the increasing volume of the screams of the crowd fading into nothing with the way your smile brightens, the closer he gets to you. Realizing how disastrous this could be, Michael’s security lunge forward to lift you over to the barrier, holding back the other fans that try to climb over with you. And then, Michael’s hand is taking yours, holding it so gently, his free hand bringing his mic back to his lips.
“Liberian girl, you came and you changed my world, a love so brand new…” He sings, eyes holding yours with reverie as he guides you by the hand until you’re standing onstage with him.
The very second there’s enough time in between lyrics, Michael lifts your hand to kiss your knuckles, and that shy smile he’s already dreamt of appears on your face again. With the gentlest movement, he pulls you closer to him, inviting you to erase the distance that he’s desperate to be without, and you’re hardly going to hesitate. You let go of his hand to instead wrap both of your arms around his neck, and Michael has never cursed not having a headset more than on the occasion that he can now only hold your waist with one arm because he’s required to use the other to hold up his microphone. Sometimes, the world is too cruel to comprehend, he thinks. Still, a man can't complain about getting to hold you in any capacity.
“More precious than any pearl…” Michael sings, his voice soft in your ear, intimate despite the scale of the concert itself that surrounds you.
Unable to resist the urge a moment longer, he starts to sway with you in time with the music, melting into the most perfect slow dance on a stage with an audience of thousands, but feeling like the only two souls in the universe.
When the song draws to a close with notes that have you ascending to an astral plane, the crowd screams with enthusiasm like never before, and Michael lowers his microphone. Wrapping both arms around your waist at long last, he leans to your ear to ensure that you can hear him.
“I prayed I’d see you again.” He tells you, his voice so sincere.
“You must be on pretty good terms with God, then.” It’s all you can do to prevent yourself from collapsing in his arms at words like the ones he just spoke.
“I think I must be.” Michael chuckles. “Now, I owe him more than ever.” His arms tighten around your waist, and your heart splutters in your chest.
Knowing that this moment is one that needs to be put on hold for now, Michael sighs, moving one hand to hold the back of your head.
“Would you mind waiting for me, backstage?” He wonders, and when you shake your head into the crook of his neck, his entire body relaxes with relief.
“See you after. Break a leg.” You wish Michael luck, surprising him with a kiss on his cheek and then stepping away from him.
His hand trails down your arm, to your wrist, and holds your hand for every microsecond he can until you slip from his grasp, but his smile is unwavering. Michael watches you leave, waiting until you’re safely situated backstage with his best security guard at your side, and then he blows you a kiss that you catch in an instant. With an effortless, expert kick in the air, Michael breaks into his next song. And he cant help looking over at you longingly every so often, just to check the perfect vision of you is still there, still waiting for him. Still smiling at him.
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