Imagines of you and Michael Jackson.
Some smut and mature content included throughout (I will write on chapter titles which ones contain smut).
Made with L.O.V.E with no disrespect to Michael, his family or associates.
All content is mine and I hope...
I suggest clicking the Aa symbol and changing the background to black for this imagine ;) .
'Oohhh a girl looking fancy!" Jackie teased, looking over one shoulder and still managing to score a hoop. All the brothers turned, hollering remarks and laughing loudly. It was a good summers day at Hayvenhurst and everyone is outside, playing some sort of game. The brothers are playing their usual rival game of basketball, the oldest against the young ones. Jackie, Tito and Jermaine always whoop their asses but Michael, randy and Marlon always try their hardest.
You had finished getting ready for a date, with a guy called Chris, who you had liked for quite a while now. It was shocking when he asked to have a date, it appeared random and sudden but he seems nice enough. The brothers came running over to say their goodbyes, complimenting your straightened hair, tight mom jeans and white top that wasn't too tight, but still date worthy. Casual but beautiful is your motto.
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Michael, who has new jherri curls that are taking a while to get used to, comes to say goodbye last, dripping with sweat. "Where's he taking you?" He queries softly, one hand protecting both eyes from the scorching sun. "Just for lunch, I think, then back to his to watch a movie." You reply, smiling at your best friend since 2 years of age. He is such a beautiful soul, funny and loving that you can't help but want to surround yourself with him all day long. When your parents left, Michael was the first one to suggest moving in with the family and sharing a house with the Jackson's is the noisiest but best experience of your life- one you never wanted to end.
"Well, just be careful Y/N. Call me if you need me, I'll be here." Michael offered sweetly and protectively, pulling you both into a tight, friendly hug. His arms were wrapped tight but sweetly and he whispered in your ear "you look beautiful. Have fun." Before pulling away. Staring into those brown doe like eyes and huge white smile, you nod goofily. "I will. Don't wait up." Then, you turn and walk out of the gates, security holding back the straggle of teen girls (as always).
Walking away, heels clunking, Jermaine talks to Michael gently. "You alright mike?"
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Dusk of midnight was settling upon the return to Hayvenhurst, no life present, apart from security who let you back in. Sneaking in the house was easy enough- everyone was asleep and the house felt eerily quiet. Instead of trudging upstairs to bed, the studio seemed more appealing, the familiar faint sight of instruments inviting. Walls in there are soundproof and the studio is located further away from the main house, perfect for midnight inspiration.
Feeling inspired and alone in the dark, you sit gently upon the padded piano stall, each finger spread gently onto the black and white keys, tinkering a delicate tune coming straight from the heart. (*play video at the top ;) *).
Each note drifted from your wavering mouth easily, pouring into the depth of the night.
Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly With his songs Telling my whole life With his words Killing me softly With his song
