𝜗𝒞 summary : you are michael’s personal makeup artist, and your relationship is a secret. during the bad world tour, everyone finds out about your little secret.
𝜗𝒞 pairing : bad!michael jackson x reader
𝜗𝒞 notes : its my first work, and english is not my language. im sorry if there are any grammar or punctuation mistakes. there is no smut (yet), and, maybe, theres gonna be a part two. i hope you enjoy!!!
you truly loved him, and, oh, michael loved you with his whole heart. you were his makeup artist, and you’d been working with him since the very beginning. all through, you’ve been right here. somewhere along the way, he fell in love with your smile, your eyes, your laugh—everything about you. just you in general. you were gentle, too. always caring, always checking if he was okay, making sure he never forgot to take his pills, to eat or drink before a show.
michael was naturally affectionate, and it wasn’t weird at all. it was michael. he would kiss someone on the cheek to greet them simply because he wanted to. especially you. every time you met, he’d press a soft kiss to your cheek before pulling you into a warm hug. it became your routine.
and nicknames? he practically used nicknames instead of actual names for everyone. but he picked a special one just for you—angel. the way he said it, soft and quiet, made your heart melt every single time. you didn’t let yourself to fall in love, because you thought he didn’t mean to show any love interest. but you were oh so wrong.
as time passed, you grew closer. quick greeting kisses slowly turned into make-out sessions whenever you were alone, fingertips brushing accidentally, lingering touches, stolen glances, and eye contact that lasted just a second too long.
in one random night, everything changed. the whole world did. yours and his. you were in his hotel room, on his bed. things were getting way too hot.
michael rasped gently, hands lingering on your waist.
“be my girlfriend. be mine. i’ll show you what real love is.”
you didn’t even consider his words, nodding without a second thought.
of course, you kept it private. you never liked all the attention or the newspaper headlines that followed him everywhere. you wanted something that belonged only to the two of you. but, eventually, someone would find out.
the start of the bad world tour. japan, september 1987.
you sat in the dressing room, doing his makeup before he went on stage. simple routine, you were working as you were supposed to. michael got distracted, slipping his arms around your waist and peppering your face with kisses.
“mike, come on—someone might walk in…”
you laughed quietly, pulling back just enough to look at him.
“i don’t really care, angel. gimme a kiss… please?”
he looked up at you with that soft smile and those doe eyes of his that sparkled with affection. you let out a quiet sigh, cupping his cheeks before leaning down to pull him into a kiss.
and, of course, that was the exact moment the door swung open.
bill froze in the doorway, a cup of tea in his hand. you gasped, immediately pushing michael away and dusting your own clothes off, coughing. he blinked in confusion before turning his head toward the door. the second he saw the whole band standing there, he let out a long, defeated sigh.
“damn, i knew you two were dating!” greg exclaimed from behind.
their entire band was there.
michael rubbed the back of his neck before glancing at you with wide, embarrassed eyes. now everyone knew. you bit your lip, looking down at the floor as heat rushed to your face.
“come on,” one of them laughed. “when did you start dating?”
“probably in the beginning of may,” bill answered calmly, taking another sip of his tea without even blinking.
“you knew?!” everyone shouted in unison.
“i mean… yeah?” he shrugged. “they would whisper and kiss in the back of that damn car every time.”
you quietly sat down beside michael with a tired exhale.
“can we please keep it private for a while?”
michael reached for your hand, gently intertwining his fingers with yours before giving your hand a soft squeeze.
“your secret is safe with us,” jennifer smiled warmly, patting your shoulder.
“angel?” greg whistled, grinning like an idiot. “seriously?”
“nothin’, i didn’t really think our king of pop was such a sap.”
after the concert, you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him and beaming with joy.
his face lit up as he laughed, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek. his hands rubbed your back gently.
“then i guess i did okay,” he grinned.
“okay? michael, you were amazing.”
he smiled even wider, cheeks tinted pink from the compliment.
you walked over to the little fridge, grabbing a bottle of water before opening it for him. his fingers brushing yours for just a second before taking a long drink, never once taking his eyes off you. sweat dropping from his jaw and forehead, chest rising and falling.
you kept repeating to yourself, looking away from him. of course, michael saw how nervous you got.
fans were still gathered behind the barricades outside the stadium, screaming his name every time the doors opened. camera flashes lit up every few seconds, making it almost impossible to see past the crowd. security surrounded michael as they slowly made their way toward the waiting car.
you followed behind with your makeup case hanging from your shoulder, talking to jennifer.
you immediately looked up at the familiar nickname.
michael had stopped walking a few steps ahead, waiting for you with that soft smile.
he tilted his head slightly.
“just wanted you closer.”
before you could answer, he gently brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. his fingers lingered for just a second. his eyes never leaving yours, holding a strong eye contact.
“you tell me that after every show.”
then, before security could hurry him again, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on your cheek.
one of the guards called, motioning toward the car.
he smiled at you one last time before climbing inside.
neither of you noticed the photographer standing across the street.
the next morning, you walked into the hotel dining room, still half asleep, rubbing your eyes. the smell of coffee filled the room. greg looked up from his breakfast the second he saw you.
instead of answering, he slowly slid a newspaper across the table. your eyes immediately landed on the picture, it was the exact moment michael kissed you on the cheek outside the arena.
the headline was impossible to ignore.
who is mj’s mystery woman?
you quickly scanned the article.
“the lucky woman seen leaving the arena with michael jackson…”
bill took another sip of his tea without looking up.
“well, guess your secret is not a secret anymore.”
“what?” he asked with a shrug.
i guess thats it?? i really hope it won’t flop🥹
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