Oneshots - Mj, J5 and The Jacksons.

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~ Thriller Era ~

Michael and you have been dating for a short while now and recently he had wanted to take things further. Fooling around hadn't been an issue, truthfully it was the only thing you had imagined the relationship would entail to begin with. But now that Mike had mentioned the meeting of his parents, everything seemed a little too real.

You were happy with how your life was now, an elementary teacher who occasionally has a few drinks with Michael Jackson and gets her desires filled when she wants them to be. This is the type of super-star involved life you could live with. Not necessarily the part of having to keep him a secret from your friends and family. But telling them would mean telling the literal millions of others that kept a very close eye on Michaels sex life. Telling people was a step you were not ready for, because you had a secret.

You had made a few mistakes in the early days. Like most of the women familiar with Michaels name, to begin with you were rather rushed with emotions and wanted to jump at any opportunity you had been given. But the greed that had once been there had led to unfortunate event that Mike had yet to be informed about. Carrying around foul secrets of what went on during the 'honeymoon period' of the time you had spent together with him began to bring you down and caused a lot of concern regarding meeting the family.

You grew up with a musical influence stemming from the Jackson 5, and to think that you had done something to mess up not only a friendship, but a relationship with the star singer would have seemed unbelievable to your younger self.

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5.26pm

The day was long and tiring, you had been thankful when the time had come to arrive home to your snug Californian apartment, you had looked forward to this evening which you had hoped would entail of relaxation. But it had seemed that plans had changed when you had been startled by a small group of men that had been standing and waiting outside your door for your arrival.

'Mr. Jackson is inside, he has been patient for your company' said one of the few men, the names of Michaels security had yet to be learned.

As you walked through the doors of your candle lit home, you spotted Michael sitting on the velvet rose sofa in the silk purple shirt you had first met him in.

'y/n, you are 20 minutes late, my family are waiting, where have you been?' he questioned, seeming significantly less patient than the man outside had described.

'Michael, I am sorry' you drop your bag onto the rug and sit next to him, wrapping his arms around you in attempt to lift his spirit and plead forgiveness. Since he first asked you to attend the meal, you had been shutting him out trying to realise which of the two lovers your heart belonged to.

You had been having an affair.

Continuing, 'Please know that this is very hard for me, meeting most of your family for the first time, all of this is new to me, I don't live the life you do Mike'.

'Most of them?' he asks, clearly confused, and concerned.

You shrug it off and tell him you used the wrong words.
Michael is a jealous man, if he did not know your whereabouts and doings then he would be flooded with thoughts of the worst imaginable things. You let out a forced chuckle to cover up the nerves that you could feel taking over and seemed to make an awful attempt of it.

He continues, 'What I am saying is they may see it as disrespectful; I know this is new for you, but it is too for them. Any woman that my brothers bring home, is normally just as well known as them'.

You try to hold back a scoff and feel a slight irritation rush through your body. Whether it be hormones or agitation you don't know. You sensed there was a strain on your connection recently, being aware of the reasoning on your half, you couldn't help but wonder if Michael knew what you had done.

He placed his hand on your knee gently and promised that it will all be okay. It was the first touch he had initiated himself in what seemed like forever. To think there was a time that you would share passionate kisses and fill each other's needs seemed absurd and long ago.
Perhaps he was using this meal to bring back that connection and to show his determination to keep you in his life.

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7.00pm

The time had come for Michael and yourself to get out of the car that had carried you both a long and cold ride. Being aware that the rest of the Jacksons family were awaiting your presence just outside of the blacked-out windows you were gazing through had made it seem daunting to step outside.

Michael gave you a look to reassure you that things will go perfectly fine, as if he had just read the word 'ANXIETY' on your forehead. He followed that up with a gentle smile and allowing his cold touch to fill your body as he grabbed onto your hand to hold it for the sake of your comfort.
The next ten seconds filled with silence and further worries, and just before any of those worries got out of hand, the car door opened, and you are welcomed to the lovely -and slightly overawing- home.

There stood his siblings and parents, all making snap judgements off of your appearance; the hair that had still been tied up from the earlier 9-5 shift, the dress that had been borrowed from one of your more high-end friends, and the shoes that had already begun digging into your heels, those things alone had seemed to have given enough of an impression for them to form an opinion on you.

You placed your attention on them individually, hoping to read what they were thinking.

The one standing on the far left, had her hand on her hip and had puckered her lips, that must be LaToya. She had clearly decided that you were not good enough to Michael, as though she could sense what you had done.
The eldest of the sisters had a similar look on her face and turned to LaToya to whisper something into her ear.

At this point, you felt your anxieties had maxed out, but knew that was not possible until you seen him. To the left of the sisters was a slim man wearing a black and white striped tee and a pair of jeans that were filled out just right. You eyed up his body from bottom to top and glanced at his face, Jermaine Jackson. He was the mistake you had made those few months ago.

'So this is the beauty you have been telling us all about, huh, Mike?'.