𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ current aesthethic : who is it by michael jackson
iris, she/her & they/them, 22 yrs old and suffering in thesis, filipino, into mj since i was 5
likes. writing, reading, gaming (hyv games and minecraft), seasalt lattes :9 and michael jackson !
usage of fem reader, reader is named gale & filipino, nonchalant mostly (for nonchalant mfs like me) and is often presented as a direct opposite to mj
requests : open !! casual asks also open !
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Hello pipol of the earth, its me again!! Coming in with a bit of a psa, give in to me series may be shelved for the time being as author will be drowning in thesis szn pt. 2 it'll be hard to navigate through it as I edit the papers for cohesiveness and possibly proofread the fic shshshs but that doesnt mean ill stop writing indefinitely, I find itll be easier to focus more on imagines, short fics and possibly requests from you guys so please look forward to those! Again, my apologies as my initial series may have to wait a little longer, I hope you understand and im looking forward to putting out other fics in the meantime :]
today marks an important and devastating day for fans, for close friends, for brothers, sisters, and his three children because while we lost an idol, they lost a brother, a son and a loving father. still, even when the people responsible remained well, the world never ceased its love for him and that itself is the immortality he was promised, as long as we remember his legacy and spread his love, the King remains undying.
Rest in Peace to our beloved Michael Joseph Jackson, our applehead, the jovial Mikey, lovely Mimi, and beloved Bambi. May heaven's angels and souls smother you with love, and may one day I too, will fulfill my longtime wish for meeting you and tell you that I had lived a good life partially because you are and remain my greatest inspiration to keep strong and remain kind. Thank you for everything, thank you for your love, thank you for being you.
pairing — Dangerous era Michael Jackson X CEO!Reader (Gale)
summary — How it hurt him so to constantly nurse a broken heart while his lover was out and about, always using his money but never coming home to the man, so what happens if his biggest rival suddenly gives him an offer he can't refuse ? A night out to show off and make another stir ?
notes — this is written in relation to the song who is it so mj is a ceo too, reader is a bit nonchalant, slow-burn, reader is named gale, gale is YOU ! , michael and reader slowly yearn in their own way , non-proofread , slightly ooc (?) , reader is filipino , reader is a bit of a top :9, a bunch of word vomit tbh, michael gets manipulated by his current gf, cheating on a cheater, teaser for now bcoz i need to let this blurb out first, this is a prelude for more stuff ahead ahehehe enjoy the first fic!!
Ring, ring and then cold silence.
That was the one constant sound that echoed in the penthouse void of her presence, her scent and her likeness. Michael had everything written to his blood from the moment he was born, being born to a business tycoon it was only a matter of time before he nabbed the rights to the Jackson estate. An effort that took blood, sweat and never-ending tears to secure the corps like it was a throne but it wasn't enough, the throne felt quiet, lonesome and faraway from the reach of ordinary folk so he offered his hand and reached out ; he was known to be very generous and so charitable that it didn't take that long for him to be recognised and settle with a person who had seen him and adored him as he was. He openly doted on a woman named Leila, a beautiful caregiver from an orphanage, she had soft curly hair that looked like it was dyed in sunrise and the prettiest of freckles that meet his lips with fervent appreciation, all should be well for him, he had the world in his palm and a lover to keep him warm but it started to fall apart the moment she started to walk away.
Now, she couldn't even muster the courage to answer any of his calls, everything went straight to voicemail and that caused all the fears and deep-seated insecurity to come full force, something that started out as simple as missing dates, coming home late, unable to answer his calls was making him all anxious as if the ending had long been written in the pages and he was trying to desperately not skimp a few chapters. Oh, how it hurt. It really, really hurt. He vowed everything to her; his name, his money, his future and yet her absence was the final thud of a gavel, somewhere along the way she vanished and he didn't have a clue where she was going to and who she was with.
And somehow during his distress, he managed to land in this situation, attending an elite invite-only party and having to clash with the newest face in the music industry, a woman who lived a world away and was as infuriating as she is beautiful. But it wasn't the type of beauty that Leila sported; the cute, innocent and doe-like vibe was lost by this woman's trench coat that nearly dwarfed her frame entirely, she looked like she wanted to be so damn mysterious but she was too eye-catching to be just that. Apparently, she was one of the main operatives for the MCA Music Entertainment. Her name was apparently Gale, short for Abigail. And apparently she hailed from the Philippines and apparently she was also really annoying.
"Where's your beau, Mr. Jackson?" She asked in that voice as heavy as the taste of pure honey.
"That's none of your business." Is all he could utter so sharply.
"I'm just saying, its better not to have her.. too attached to your hip." A cool response as she downed a second flute of champagne while still entertaining him. "But I guess you're upset, that's why you didn't bring her along, for once." Digits lightly tapping around the rim while Michael only thinned his lips out, it was a direct hit to his ego to have this new face so on his nose about his personal matters and yet with every chance he has of pulling away, he somehow couldn't. God, it was annoying. She was annoying, she was being nosy and yet he kept entertaining those stupid questions of hers even though it was anything but nice. It was like she constantly and vaguely berated him for his inability to keep a woman even with every money in the world. But that's what he initially thought.
"I like how you look at me, Mr. Jackson." A playful wink that immediately caused the red to bloom in his features, it had him sputtering, desperately trying and already failing to recover from just hearing it plain and bold coupled with a wink that could make anyone melt, she was annoyingly nosy and so damn good at being so good.
"You've been looking at me like i have answers."
"That's really funny, I was hoping you'd leave me alone first."
"Why didn't you?" And she asked with that innocent fluttering lash that it was making her feel heated, challenged and so.. strange, maybe it was because it was far too long since he had someone knock him out of his feet, maybe it was Leila's absence, but maybe it was her. So the truth was laid bare and somewhere along the way, it somehow managed to get her on board with the idea, after all he just needed a companion, someone to help warm him up from the cold nights of New York City and someone to feel alive with.
What he didn't know was that she has had her eyes set on him for a while, for a long, long time now. And if one thing work has taught her is that she should never hesitate when it came to talking business.
