"Obviously, this is a dream."
One day you wake up in a bed that isn't yours, in a house that obviously isn't yours. Your mind races through different scenarios until you cross the threshold and find yourself... face to face with your idol. Divided into his eras. "...Yes, indeed, I lost my mind."
N/A: I like to write silly things.
Tags: From OTW!Michael to Mature! Michael, humor, Fluffy, romantic, nothing explicit, Gags between Eras, collection of drabbles. GN!Reader btw.
This is not your bed. This is not your room. And it's definitely not your house.
You spring out of bed, jump out of the covers and look out the window; you're upstairs in some mansion. Obviously this isn't your home; you're a humble person with two a minimum wage jobs. It had to be a dream, a vivid one. The room, oddly enough, though not yours, contained some of your things. Confused, you walk to the door and open it...
You've just confirmed that you're dreaming. Or that you've lost your mind.
"...Me tienes que estar jodiendo."
Someone's definitely messing with you. You're seeing Michael... Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael and, oh, right, MICHAEL.
And so as not to confuse you, or the Reader, nor myself, let's call them by their eras.
Mature, OTW, Thriller, Bad, Dangerous and HIStory. You were speechless, staring at the scene before you. To be specific, this isn't your house, but it has many of your things. For example, all the objects from your living room are here. Your television, your furniture, your pets, your books, your Wii console, and your enormous Michael Jackson collection. Obviously. Along with the two life-size cardboard cutouts you have of Bad and the Thriller cover.
Amid the confusion, you also want to die of embarrassment.
"Check this out! It's really life-size!" Bad, laughing, stood up to his cardboard counterpart, trying to imitate the pose. He couldn't quite manage a serious face, though, and kept letting out giggles.
"Show-off, mine's hanging on the wall!" Thriller pouts, watching his cardboard version embedded in the wall serving almost as a shelf. "But I look goood~ Even if I'm a shelf!
"Oh, 'To Kill a Mockingbird'! I haven't read this in years," Mature murmured as he took the book from your shelf and settled comfortably into your armchair, beginning to read as if the place were his own.
"What could this be..." Otw was fascinated by the Wii console; he had managed to turn on the television and was now studying how to turn on the console.He managed to turn it on. He saw the home screen with the game menu and instinctively tilted his head. " 'Michael Jackson: The Experience' That's me! What experience? Is this a game about me?!"
"They made us another game?!" Bad exclaimed excitedly, now peeking at the television.
"They has all the editions of Dangerous~ wow!" Dangerous, precisely, was in your record collection. You had every version of every Michael album, he smiled very proudly, his ego obviously inflated. "Awww! even has the albums I released separately before I started my solo career! How adorable!"
You want to die right there, honestly.
"All of this is bad for the body." HIStory was in the kitchen, not yours, but it had your things. He was in your refrigerator, doing a deep clean. Throwing away empty containers and, well, junk food too. He pull out a whole six-pack of Coke cans and you swear his indignant glare will haunt you for years. "There's not even any water! Just cold coffee. I'll make some juice."
"... Iré a lanzarme de algún balcón, con suerte y despierto."
"Oh look, they's awake!" Thriller drew their attention to you; you suddenly felt small. He approached, casually took your hand, and pulled you toward the television. "Can you tell us what that is? Please?"
Thriller obviously pointed to the console and the screen. You were now torn between Thriller, OTW, and Bad. You were nervous, your heart pounding. Because even though none of it was real, he was still your idol. And the way Thriller instinctively grabbed your shoulders didn't help; you felt like you were going to die at any moment.
"I-It's a game... A dance game," you mumbled when you remembered how to speak. You approached your console and took three controllers out of a box. You picked one up and selected the game. You can see the home screen and basically all the access "levels"
"I usually play with friends... I-I'm not very good, but it's fun. Do-Do you want to try?"
"Pfft! That would be so easy! I did all those dances!" Bad had a very boastful smile as he took one of the controls.
"Oh, it even have 'don't stop until you get enough'..." Otw seems to be smiling, very pleased with that. "I want to try that one!"
"The easiest one!" Thriller mocked, to which OTW stuck his tongue out at him.
"Okay, okay... I'll show you how to play." Nervous as you were, you grabbed a controller with sweaty hands and selected "Don't stop until get enough." Basically, you shows them how to move the controller, in a somewhat clumsy way. They laugh at you, but with affection, and you swear your face is burning. You hand over the control you have to Thriller and cover your face.
"Les dije que no se bailar, hijos de la chingada—" You murmured, "Good, you know what to do!"
"This is going to be easy!" Otw energetically stands up. "I did this choreography after all!"
You stayed back, watching. Even if the situation was bizarre; you were going to see MJ (his younger version) dance. You weren't going to miss it. And it was truly worth it, because you saw firsthand how Michael was deeply indignant that they were going to change some of the steps in his choreography. Frustrated, he tried to follow the new steps they introduced into the game. To make matters worse... He ended up giving it 3 stars. The poor guy looked so offended. He even took off his jacket and threw it away.
"This is insulting! Those aren't my steps! And what's with the three stars?!"
"...Move aside, I need to see what they did with Thriller."
Meanwhile, OTW stayed behind, arms crossed, licking his lips. You had to stifle a laugh, watching a scene similar to the one you experienced with OTW. Only, mid-dance, Thriller stopped, shaking his head and crossing his arms.
"No, no, no. Not my dance. Not my choreography, what is this?! Who let this out to the public?!" Oh, there was his perfectionist side talking.
"You two are such crybabies." Bad took one control. "It has some changes, but a good dancer knows how to work it out." Bad had a rather cocky smile as he selected one of his favorite tracks; Smooth Criminal. Thriller rolls his eyes as OTW tilts his head to the side.
"...This is going to be good"
You murmured with a stifled giggle. Well, we had to give Bad the benefit of the doubt. He really did dance until the end, although, well, his face and eyes showed some displeasure. Especially in some specific parts. When he finished, the game gave him four stars, and that's definitely what upset him. He shook his head repeatedly and snapped his fingers.
"No, no, no. This damn game isn't going to tell me I didn't do it perfectly. You two, come here, you're going to help me."
"My brother in Christ, if I do that bow I'll probably break my nose."
"Stop whining and get in formation!"
You laugh as you watch the scene unfold before you. Your laughter fades when you feel someone take your waist. You shudder and notice Dangerous, behind you, hugging your waist as if nothing were wrong. You feel your knees tremble.
"Babydoll~ Can I steal you fa' a second?"
"Yeah?" you murmured, your voice trembling. He laughed and kissed your cheek before taking you to your bunny pen. You see Dangerous's eyes shining curiously, wondering what could be inside the little plastic house. Oh, you were too comfortable in his arms, besides appreciating his pretty face.
"What's in there, babydoll? Can you tell me?"
"A-ah, they're my bunnies!" You said shyly, making a sound with your tongue, and four rabbits—one white, one gray, one black, and one with tri-colored fur—came out. "The white One is "Talquito", the gray One is "Motita", The black One is "Panterita" y The last one is "Marquesa"... They are little shy."
"They're so cute!" he said with an excited sigh, looking at you with a sweet, pleading gaze. "Can I come in? Please, pretty please?"
"Okay, but they're a little shy so don't put too much pressure on them—"
You saw him take a seat inside the pen... And how quickly he was surrounded by your rabbits. It seems they timid nature vanished with Dangerous. He even took to "Motita" And hugged him close to his chest, giving little kisses to his nose between gentle giggles.
"Hey!" You straighten up, turn around and see HIStory, who was gesturing for you to come closer. "You're not getting away, c' here."
You approached fearfully, looking at HIStory, almost shrinking away from him. He looks at you intently, arms crossed, and you feel the same way you did when your father scolded you for messing up. HIStory points to your refrigerator, then to the trash can.
"Stale donuts, pasta that has its own fungal kingdom, and lots of soda! Seriously, you live like that?" HIStory approached, cupping your face in her hands. "And these dark circles... Oh dear, you need someone to take care of you!" He sighed, caressing your cheeks. You were blushing, speechless, your heart in your throat.
"Ah, don't apologize... It's hard to care of oneself sometimes isn't it?" HIStory smiled at you and you felt yourself melting right there. "I'm going to prepare something substantial for you, and you're going to eat everything."
"Don't thank me, babydoll~"
He kissed you on the forehead; you didn't know how you hadn't fainted until that moment. You walked to the living room, where Mature was. You slumped down, sitting across from him. You looked at him, and He continued reading intently from "To Kill a Mockingbird," his glasses on, giving him a more elegant and refined air. You suddenly felt shy again, but spoke in a timid and hesitant voice.
"Do you know what's going on here...? Because, well, why you guys are here?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. "You seem very calm... Do you know something?"
"Hmm, I don't really know anything. I'm just as confused as you are." He admits honestly, without looking up from his reading. "I'm sorry, I haven't the slightest idea."
"Are you sure you don't know why we're here, baby?
"No... Well, I know what you think, well, that I'm a crazy fan. And maybe I am, a little." You admit, laughing sheepishly, "I haven't done anything different, other than love you and miss you."
"...Do you miss me?" He whispers, looking away from his book, and looks at you intently. He lowers the book gently, resting it on his legs.
"Are you kidding me? I miss you like crazy. I already said it... I love you."
Michael smiles at you. He closes the book, places it on the table, and takes off his glasses, putting them in the small pocket of his jacket. He extend his hand towards you and take it, caressing your knuckles. You feel your heart literally jumping out of your chest, staring intently at his face.
"I don't think you're crazy... I've seen crazy fans, You fit the passionate standard." He assure you with a sweet smile. "You have very curious taste in books, 'To Kill a Mockingbird', 'The Art of War', 'Pride and Prejudice', '100 años de soledad' and 'Amor en tiempos de cólera'" Michael lets out a little laugh. "Did I say that right? I'm not good at Spanish."
"It turned out perfectly... I also have Moonwalker. And I want to buy your 'bible,' but it's expensive."
"That thing?! It's huge! Where would you put it?!" he asks you, laughing, somewhat incredulous.
"I'll find the place! And like I said, I really love you."
"...Would you like to ask me something, sweetheart?"
"Ah..." You lower your gaze, feeling your cheeks burn. "Can I hug you?"
"Oh sweet thing, I thought you'd never ask."
Michael opens his arms without even hesitating, and you get up. He wraps his arms around you, one hand in your hair and the other rubbing your back. His cologne smelled so good, his body was so warm. It felt divine... You feel him kiss your cheek.
"If this is a dream... You should enjoy it to the fullest, baby~" he assure you, you pull away slightly to ask him what he means... But the question dies on your lips. Because he kisses you. You froze, for a second you forgot how to breathe while Michael kissed you. He took advantage of your shock to sit you on his lap. One hand stays on your thighs, caressing from the bottom up. The other firmly grasps your waist. You close your eyes, enjoying the kiss, hugging his neck.
You tasted his mouth. You felt his tongue. The way it moved with the calm and patience of someone his age, then pulled away with a mischievous smile. Looking at you with those eyes, Desire, longing, and love mingle in that dark gaze. It reminded you so much of a deer's eyes. But strangely enough, for someone who looks like prey, you're the one who feels cornered by a predator.
"W-Why..." you murmured, barely regaining the ability to speak.
"Why? Oh baby~ you have my records everywhere, my face everywhere, you can't look at me without trembling. Are you going to tell me you weren't thinking about kissing me?"
"Y-yes, I mean... Of course, but you didn't have to do it just for that!" You say sheepishly, sighing and resting your forehead against his. "...Thank you for that kiss, and yes, it felt just as I expected." You admit with a giggle. "Thank you for fulfilling a little dummy's Dream"
"You're not a silly~ oh... You're adorable. Too adorable for your own good," he assure you with a smile. You look at him with a puzzled look. "Babydoll... I'm not the only one here~ and I know myself better than anyone."
You react to what he says. Yes, you weren't there alone. You had five other versions of that man in that room. And as he himself says, "Nobody knows him as well as he knows himself." You turn around and notice that you were indeed the center of attention. Otw covered his eyes, but had a hole between his fingers so he could see through it. Thriller had a pout on his lips, arms crossed. Bad smiled in a way that sent chills down your spine, Dangerous was still holding one of your rabbits. But he looks at you in a way that makes you tremble from the inside out. HIStory looked at Mature almost defiantly, but when his gaze fell on you it softened and his smile made you blush. You managed to hide your face in the crook of Mature's neck and shoulder, hugging him tightly.
"Oh sweetness~ don't be shy. You're in good hands, my dear..."
"And remember~ ... I love you the most."
You are trapped in this schizophrenic dream that may well have been created by your 17-year-old self. Now you're trapped in a situation like mice against six cats. And the first cat has you cornered. And of all of them, it's OTW!Michael. The shyest, the most embarrassed. The one who, after the kiss, couldn't look you in the eyes without turning crimson. But there he was, cornering you against a wall. Both hands on either side of your head and looking you in the eyes, this is not good for your poor heart. He looked into your eyes, his blushing cheeks still noticeable against his dark skin. He looks adorable, that's what you think. You can't speak because the ability to speak went on sabbatical a long time ago.
"...Did you really like me that a mach? Enough to let that old man kisses you?"
"Well... Well, yes? I think you're beautiful no matter what stage you're in."
"Do you think...?" Michael began hesitantly, embarrassment etched in his eyes. He moved closer to you, his face near yours. "Do you think I'm... beautiful? Are you sure? You're not playing games, are you?"
"Michael... You were always beautiful," you admit gently. "The most beautiful boy I've ever seen. Your smile is the most beautiful."
He moved closer to you. He hugged you, burying his face in your neck, his nose catching your perfume. His trembling hands gripped your hips; it was a firm embrace. Michael closed his eyes, rubbing his lips and nose against your exposed skin, enjoying your warmth.
"I think you're beautiful..."
"...I-I'm not like him, I wan't catcha ya off guard," he assured, pulling back slightly from your neck. "Can I... Can I kiss you?"
It seems he waited his whole life for that kiss. He took your face in his hands and pressed my lips to yours. It was a very pure kiss, a chaste kiss. Just a brush of lips. Then it turned into several kisses, little pecks, while one of Michael's hands caressed your cheek and the other touched the base of your... With his thumb caressing that area of your neck in circles, the little pecks continue for a while, only gentle kisses full of feeling, he was too embarrassed to go for a deeper kiss, and that's okay. You rest your hands against his chest in a relaxed manner, enjoying every minute.
"Oh, mama... Ya are so wonderful. My stomach fills with butterflies when I see ya', I dan't wanna to let go af' ya, I wanna to hold ya forever~" You heard it against your mouth, between kisses, he held you tighter and you've been strong so far, but you're sure you're going to faint. So you clung to him, your knees giving way. He holds you, grips you firmly without hesitation. He pulls away from your lips to smile at you and look down at you, while keeping your body against his chest. He looks at you with such adoration and love, he was quite the little gentleman of the 70s. Very kind, very soft-spoken.
"Babydoll, it seems you're melting in my arms."
"I can't help it... I still don't understand how I haven't fainted. I guess I want to keep looking at your angelic face~ "
"...God forgive me, the temptation is very great and I am just a man" He said it suddenly, like a prayer, before kissing you again, now with more passion.
OTW! Michael loved the compliments that came from your mouth. He feels so special and loved, he won't let go of you for a long time. He's going to kiss you until your lips and his are pressed together. Swollen from so much kissing, from so much touching. And you know what? It doesn't bother you in the slightest.
"Stay away from that old man..." He whispered suddenly, pressing kisses to your cheek. "He's a threat."
"You're jealous of yourself, my love..."
"Yes. Because I know he's me..." He whispered, while caressing your neck. "I know how really threatening he is, babydoll."
I'll probably make more parts of this... (?
Alguien quiteme el celular por dios.
