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@michaeljacksonbutheadcanons
Saffronꫂ❁
25th year of our Lord, she/her, ♑︎ 18+ only, there will be mature content here! dive into my asks, i am wide open
ꫂ❁ writes: okay time to get down to tacks and brass of why i reaaaally love manager!michael. also don't mind me trying to figure out this blog's aesthetic. i need to figure out how some of y'all do fonts
wc: 1376
tw: this does contain some real-life events, so beware of minor angst, mental health issues, age gap controversy, etc.
𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who loves the way you sway your hips in your music videos. he encourages you to use your sex appeal to the max, being a young impressionable woman to the audience. you were breaking out of your “good girl” mold and you expressed to him through one meeting that you wanted to be seen as an adult, and not honed into a teenage image that you were found through.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who bites his bottom lip as you flip your hair on set of one of his short films (he still calls that any project he works on). he nicknamed you “fox” after you played a couple of tricks on him and other people on set. he didn't know you like the way he calls you that, ignoring the patter in your chest.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who thinks your laughter sounds like music to his ears. the pitched giggles your lips release intoxicates him in the best way. he can’t helop himself, laughing lowly when you say something outrageous enough to make yourself crack up.
he likes how you ignore the huffs of the director, gazing at your teasing smile through his sunglasses, rubbing two fingertips together. you’re a vision for the camera, did you know that?
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who senses when your body is nearing exhaustion and opts for periodic breaks. he doesn’t baby you, though, believing that perfection is achieved through blood, sweat, and tears. maybe it’s just an excuse for him to rise out of his chair, strut over to you with a drink in hand, the other coming up your back to ask how you’re feeling.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who runs his tongue along the inside of his teeth during dance rehearsals when you throw yourself into the routine. he recognizes superstars from miles away and he will not lie about talent when he sees it. he just wonders if his determination to be with you for every step of the album prep is to mentor you or to spend time with you.
he would be a damn fool if he told himself you weren’t pleasant to look at, but who could say the same for him? he was nearly 40 years older than you, old enough to be your father or even grandfather.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who cannot resist exchanging cheek kisses after greeting you. “it’s a european thing,” he tells you, half-joking. “everyone does it in showbiz.” you oblige with a wide smile, and he revels in the warm heat rising in your cheeks. you make him feel young again, even with his childlike wonder, he feels like he could be 25 again. the thought always squeezes his heart. he can’t tell if it’s from pain or pleasure.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who pats your hips passing you by on a short film set for one of your upcoming singles. he loves how you smell and cocks his head innocently when he asks you what you’re wearing. you miss the way his eyelids lower to your collarbone as you explain your perfume routine, how you moisturize your skin with cocoa butter oil, then dab the oil-based perfume (you loved arabian perfume, you told him, it lasted longer) on various parts of your upper body.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who leans against the wall of your trailer as your makeup artist works to beat your face for the photoshoot he managed to book with harper’s bazaar. he decides it’s easier to wear sunglasses around you, not wanting you to catch onto his gazes so he can stare longer at you.
he admires art and believes you encompass it completely. your face, your movements, hand gestures when you talk excitedly, the wrinkles around your eyes when your smile reaches your cheeks, your lashes fluttering when someone compliments you.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who lays awake at night as always, on the better treatment for his insomnia, thinking about you. he shouldn’t, it’s beyond unprofessional, maybe even inappropriate, but he’d been limited for too long. you were his refreshing drink after a trek through the desert that was the entertainment industry.
he realized the squeeze in his chest that he felt around you was the overwhelming resolve to protect you. you represented everything glorious about youth and he needed to feel that again without being demonized for it.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael whose thoughts are grossly interrupted by a ring on his newest iPhone (he still cannot figure how to work the damn thing) and is surprised to see it’s you, your picture flashing at him. he swallows once before sliding the answer button to the side. it took him two sloppy tries, before he aggressively swipes off his phone and places the device near his ear.
“yes?” he hates how his voice comes out small.
“michaellllll,” your sing-song voice pours into his ear and he closes his eyes. they’re burning.
“mm?” he huffs out a smile. your laugh echoes through the phone and his smile widens. “is everything okay?”
“i don’t mean to call so late,” he hears a harsh shuffle of something on the other end. “i can’t sleep.”
michael chews his inner cheek and sighs. if you only knew. well, you did, no doubt you heard the reports of his cardiac arrest in 2009 that nearly killed him before his final tour. what a media circus that was. “what’s on your mind?” he asks instead.
“you.”
his eyes open wide at that and everything seems to slow down, like the room was drowned in honey. he physically turns his head to look at the phone in his hands, your name on the screen, time of the call ticking up.
he hears you hum distantly and forces himself to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. he cannot understand why he suddenly feels so unsettled. was that the word? was it the fear of messing something up? how the media would demonize him again, claiming he liked young things? He wouldn’t want that for you, you were barely starting out.
michael manages to choke out your name in a warning. “fox, are you drunk?”
your laughter erupted so loud and sudden he pulled away his phone from the side of his head again. Was this a prank? He frowned a little and heard you sniff a little.
“no, no!” you rushed to explain. “don’t take it like that, mike. i meant like i was like, thinking about everything we’ve been doing for the past year. my rebrand, the album prep, music videos–oh, sorry, short films–and whatnot and i can’t help but think, did you ever get nervous about things like this? what people would say about a new look, new sound, to see you as an adult and take you seriously?”
he fell silent for a bit, closing his eyes again. He heard another shuffle, nervous, as he wracked through his thoughts to answer you. he wasn’t sure about this phone call, he needs to hang up, something felt so off here. intimate, different.
“michael, you there?” you sounded small, like you were afraid you had crossed a line.
“no, i never felt nervous. the stage is where i grew up, fox. that was my cradle and binky. you’re different.” he sighed into the phone, hand reaching up to rub his forehead. he was sweating. ironic.
“you’ll be fine, girl,” he tried to assure you, swallowing, anxious to wrap up the call before it turned awry. “we can talk more in the morning, yeah?”
he cannot hang up faster. his heart is beating hard, not fast, against his chest and that’s what bothers him. you were practically the same age as his children, yet there was something about you that transcended the controversial age gap that kept him from you. he was your manager, he could not get involved with you. no trifling, flirting, or teasing of any kind.
you just made him feel connected with life again. you gave him a different kind of purpose in music again, the good side of the industry that haunted his life. you were the second chance he could do good through.
he closed his eyes again, sinking his back into the mattress. he was in too deep now to leave.
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
ꫂ❁ thoughts from saff: this was kinda rushed, but i need yall to feed me more prompts for manager! michael neeeeoowwwwww
get in my inbox 𓁉𓁉𓁉
thinking about manager! michael a lot, but also!!!!!
dangerous! michael wow aaaaaaah where do i even start
so do i let yall see my freaky thoughts or wait 5 more blurbs in (╭ರ_•́)
manager! Michael with glasses like hello!!! Like imagine him gazing at you through his glasses, reading scripts or lyrics together, maybe him looking over your shoulder as you piece a song together and he’s so close AGHHANSJ
the most frustrating part is that michael doesn't even know how attractive he is with his glasses. much like how it took him two or three eras to realize he was sexy (sexy enough to get away with thrusting into the air and pressing his hips down onto the stage, at least), it takes him a while to grasp that you find him hot with glasses on. to him, sliding his glasses off and tentatively tucking the end of one arm between his lips is simply a childish thinking habit. to you? it's not just eye candy, it's eye cake, eye ice cream, eye "that expensive dessert off a fancy menu that you can't pronounce but absolutely adore". or maybe it's more similar to the main course, considering how much you also love what comes after: watching michael put his glasses back on. he's mastered the flick of the wrist, oftentimes using the quick motion to unfold his glasses' arms before he slides them back onto his face. then he'll look to you, curious as to why you're staring, completely unaware of how he'd basically given you a free show.
not to mention all the times he'd lean over your shoulder. a soft breath escapes his lips as he murmurs a small "let me look" while you work on a song's chords or lyrics. michael gives a quiet hum, pointing to a certain section and offering his advice, but all you can focus on is how his glasses slip down the ridge of his nose, settling down at the very end.
"you listening?" he asks, nudging you with his shoulder, "i don't talk just to hear myself speak, y'know."
you blink, dragging your gaze away from his glasses and nose upwards to his eyes, which are already focused on you. "sorry, sorry. say it one more time?"
he shakes his head, black hair shimmying as he does so (the combination of his glasses and his hair is almost too much. he wants to distract you, doesn't he?). "i was just saying that..."
worst of all is how he looks at you with his glasses on. how he peers at you overtop of his lenses when they slide down his nose. how he smiles with his eyes every so often from across the studio, a silent praise of a sound done properly or a lyric that's exceptionally impactful. "look at me" has become your least favorite phrase to hear from michael, only because looking directly at him makes everything so much worse.
"is it the color of my glasses?" he asks suddenly one day while lounging on your couch. another studio session ended, another night where he'd invited himself over to your place because his house is "too quiet" when the kids are with his ex-wife. that might've been the reason when he first came over, but these last few times? you're not so sure. "is it the shape? what don't you like about them?"
you tilt your head from where you sit on the other end. you and michael's feet meet in the middle even with both your legs curled, and every couple of minutes michael taps your foot with his. "what do you mean?"
"you know what i mean. you don't like looking at me when i have them on. but, you also stare when you think i'm not looking," he says, "i can get different glasses, if you hate these ones."
"i don't hate your glasses, michael," you chuckle a little, "it's the opposite. i find them... dashing, let's say."
"dashing?" he repeats. after a pause, he lets his foot bump against one of your own, "elaborate."
"dashing. handsome. attractive. some might even say sexy."
he turns to fully face you, a small smirk growing on his lips, "so you think they're sexy?"
you shrug, "some might say it."
he lets out a short, breathy laugh, tucking some of his hair behind his left ear. "right. so it's just dashing to you, my appearance with my glasses on. noted."
"exactly," you reply, feigning casualness. "i'm sure you have moments when you think i look dashing, too."
michael's response comes all too quickly. "oh, i do." he's being just as flippant as you are about it, pretending that all musical stars have this sort of conversation with their manager.
"elaborate?" you tilt your head towards him, and suddenly the casualness is much harder to fake. was it ever not serious, you and him along this couch?
"no further comments," he declares, flashing a cheeky grin.
...it's far more frustrating when he knows he's sexy than when he doesn't.
him with his glasses slipped down his nose + fidgeting with his wedding ring (which he has yet to take off, even while flirting with you...). i am sickkkk i love him. i also feel very strongly that it takes michael a minute to realize ppl find things abt him sexy... what's very obvious to us is like a revelation to him. i just know when you tell him he's like, "really, you find that sexy?". and then to tease he adds, "wow, your bar's low". smh my head i need him.
not to mention all the times he'd lean over your shoulder. a soft breath escapes his lips as he murmurs a small "let me look" while you work on a song's chords or lyrics. michael gives a quiet hum, pointing to a certain section and offering his advice, but all you can focus on is how his glasses slip down the ridge of his nose, settling down at the very end.
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I actually cannot stop thinking about this!!!
Manager! Michael always manages to clear my skin 🙌🏼 thank you @humannatures also hbd!🎂
OMG THIS IS SO COOL AND CUTE!! ahhhh!!! i’m so glad you liked it but also like omg i inspired you enough for you to draw something!!??? i’m really really really happy and grateful this is so cool. you’re more than welcome and thank you so much :)!!!!
i’m so cheesed rn this means a lot to me ackk like woawwww
glasses michael i wish we got to see more of u
Tumblr girls ♡︎ Michael Jackson (the most) ꪆৎ
ꫂ❁ writes: manager!michael is taking over my mind. there is a certain hold that the mature era has over me, and a part of me secretly wishes that he retired successfully after his " This Is It " tour, getting into smaller projects, directing, acting, filmmaking, etc. maybe a side job of his would be managing the industry’s newest sensation, you.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who is introduced to you through a longtime friend and producer at your record company. you’re very young compared to him, but enough of a woman to catch his eye and attention. you shake his hand, a little starstuck, but media trained to the high heavens to compose yourself a little. he finds the composure cute as he squeezes your hand, placing another on top of it.
“It’s very nice to meet you,” he responds warmly. he can practically feel your face radiating heat at his words.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who watches your music videos in his off time, after a long day of meetings and planning with you. he appreciates how open you are towards his ideas for your rebranding. how could you not be, with an experienced legend like him coaching you along? he politely smiled at your compliment, bowing his head in thanks to you. michael thinks you have great creative potential and your image is moldable, he can work with that. he just hopes you will be receptive towards his perfectionism.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who brings in the best artists and illustrators to put together moodboards towards your rebrand. he tries not to bring up his experiences upon going solo and his success as a young superstar, so he expresses his vision for you as best as he can put it.
he’s not pushing anything onto you, though, so he has long conversations with you about yourself, what speaks to you, what makes you light up, and how you speak through your music. he explains to you that music is the soul’s language and people will feel that faster than any lyric or beat you throw at them, so it’s important you know yourself as a person and a soul before giving that over to an audience of listeners.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who adores how you ask him respectful questions about his experiences over lunches. he would honestly rather you talk about yourself, but understands your admiration for him and his work, so he indulges in your barrage of questions.
he especially adores the twinkle in your eyes when you talk about your own vision for music and how dramatic you want to be with it, wanting to go all out for an album, to tell a story, make it cohesive, wanting fans to connect with it and break it down rather than consume it as another song to stream. you remind him of himself in a way, the best parts. he is especially pleased and blessed that his first managing position is with someone he connects with.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who sits behind the mixer next to your producer at your recording sessions. you spent the past month writing out songs with him, though he was the main composer for your album, he pushed you to write from you heart.
he reminded you that the authenticity you wanted as an upcoming artist needed to be felt from people in order to gain their attention for a long time. he gives you cues on your vocal ranges, describing what he wants from you when you sing certain songs. the songs with sensual lyrics have you chewing your inner cheek, embarrassed to sing such….intimate topics in front of the michael jackson, but he ushers you on.
“i’ve been there before, love.” you can’t see his eyes from behind his glasses, but his smile reaches his cheeks as he raises a thumbs up. “go for it, and really feel it, girl.”
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who arranges for you to attend photoshoots, talk shows, podcasts, etc. branding can only take a person so far, people need to meet you through other projects. with your new album coming out, he pushes for your company to promote you. he’s been through that whole bullshit with sony, so he steps in for you when it comes down to signing agreements and contracts with lawyers.
you trust him to speak up for you, so it’s rare for you to attend unless your signature and presence is required. he feels protective of you, quietly shutting down any excuses to have you doing long tours, excessive projects, overspending on budgets just to have to pay back the company in the long run. michael knows the industry, as glorious as it is, has its snakes in the camp, so he uses his experiences to protect you from hidden traps.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who gazes at your costume changes during photoshoots. he doesn’t attend every one of them, but for major shoots, he is there to oversee and doesn’t see any issue with him stepping in to direct as well. you learn to speak up as well, taking his side as you trust michael with your branding image. he knows you best, what works and what doesn’t.
repetition is recognition, he told you. he can’t help but think you look absolutely amazing in your fits, your makeup adjusted to your taste, that will certainly set off an internet trend. he giggles behind a hand when you act silly in between shots, shaking his head at your antics.
ꫂ❁ manager!michael who prepares you for your first concert. rehearsals are hard with him, he’s quite tough on the execution. michael is never harsh or mean about his direction, but when he says something needs to be changed, everyone needs to lock in because he gets annoyed fast.
his annoyance is not audibly apparent; more like he gets quiet and stares at the people he’s critiquing until the message gets through. his vision often requires sharp movements, expressive facial movements and following the beat. don’t play with him on this, he really believes your body needs to link with the music. you get a chuckle out of him when he tells you to put your back into a dance move and you goofily throw your ass back.
“now, girl.” he warns you playfully. he likes that you can still embrace your inner silliness.
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
ꫂ❁ thoughts from saff: first post, kinda nervous! i adore manager!michael but i also wouldn’t mind writing other eras for him. mature era is goated though, love me some old man mike.