I’ve been missing you since the tour started, I can’t wait to see you and be with you. Bill says I’ve been restless without you and our daily late night phone calls, I hate to admit, but he is right. The fact that I can't talk to you everyday has been weighing down on me lately.
On the bright side the tour is going well, the crowds out there are going crazy, I wish you could see them and I also wish that you could see everything that’s been going on.
Also before I forget, you remember my back up dancer Daniel? Well meanwhile I was chatting with him and some other of the guys, he admitted to missing his girlfriend. Thus he slept with her best friend who is part of the tech and audio team on the tour. I couldn’t believe my ears, darling. I just wished you could have heard it with me. I promise I tried to contain myself from making any expressions so that I wouldn’t blow my cover, this guys don’t know that I tell you everything. I can’t wait to discuss more of the stuff that has been going around with the staff and some of the celebrities that have come to watch some of the shows. Man they really out there thinking that they could tell me all of this and that I wouldn’t say a word.
Anyways, I still miss you and a lot,Applehead. I just hope that I could teleport and be with you every night after the show, so that we could cuddle and have our usual movie nights.
Lots of love,
Your Michael.
Michael trying not to blow his cover when he is listening to gossip so that he could go over and tell you in his letters and phone calls
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 SUMMARY: Based on this request by @c0rsetkill
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Michael Jackson x Selena!Reader
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A/N: Sooooo I had a lot of fun writing this because it's so sweet!!! Michael here is like a beautiful big baby and I love that for him hehehehehe. I just love him soooo much I just can't 😭Soooo I hope y'all enjoy it and that none of you hate it hehehhe. Special thanks for the request, keep on doing so y'all I love hearing y'all out about literally anything. Also please let me know if you want to be part of the taglist. (I might have a thing for Micahel's song 'The Lady In My Life' like I need it in my system hahahaha)
The bright blue sky made the sun shine freely as its rays hit your skin softly, as you looked at the black tall gates which had ‘Neverland’ engraved on them and the letters painted gold. You couldn’t help the jitters in your stomach as you excitedly looked outside the window of the car, as Bill looked over the rear view mirror and smiled softly as he saw curiosity take over your face. The smile in your face widened as the excitement settled in, the car started to move past the gates you admired for a second, you couldn’t await the moment to be able to see Michael again.
It had been over a week when you last saw him, and over two days since you last talked over the phone, an occurrence rare for the both of you, especially because you and Michael share a fondness for always keeping up and having late night chats. Almost as if the time you had with each other didn’t seem enough, as if hours passed in a matter of seconds. The only reason that had broken that little sacred tradition was because Michael had been away on the Bad tour.
“Come to the ranch this Saturday. I want to show you around, sweetheart. And I miss you a lot, I’ve been missing having you with me, all those late night calls or the time in the studio. I just need to see my girl.” Michael said in the other line as he was sitting in the hotel bed playing with the wire of the phone, looking at the ceiling blinking slowly trying not to fall asleep only wanting to hear you talk. Wishing he could have you there with him. “You sure Mikey? I know that you are tired from touring and everything I just don’t wanna impose.” “Nonsense, I just wanna spend some time with you.” You shifted on the couch of your apartment, trying to stop the smile that came over your face. “Then I hope you’re ready to see me on Saturday.” “I’m more than ready.” Michael laughed as he kept imagining you sitting beside him. “Well Mikey, I know it's late and you gotta rest, I love you and I miss you, baby.” “I love you baby.” He said with a tiny smile on his face as he felt himself fall into a slumber, with the phone still in his hands.
Thus the moment the car came to a halt and you were able to see Michael from a distance, you stepped out of the car and ran to him with a wide smile on your face, you couldn’t contain the happiness that exuded out of you. The moment that the car was in Michael’s plane of sight he couldn’t help the smile that started to form on his face and seeing you approach him as if there was no other in the world made him feel as if he had won the lottery. When you finally reached him, you nearly crashed into his arms. Michael hugged you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he breathed in the perfume he had missed for weeks. He missed everything about you and having you there with him finally felt like a gift sent from heaven. “I’ve missed you,” Michael whispered in your ear. “I’ve missed you too,” you whispered in his ear, mimicking him and leaving a kiss on his cheek.
Minutes passed but to both of you felt like hours, as if the world had become quiet for a second, Michael slowly backed away so that he could see your face without removing himself from the embrace. “I wanna show you around.” He said with a sweet smile as he looked at you while you nodded at the offer. In that instant Michael takes your hand and starts walking around with you, from time to time squeezing your hand. "Come on, sweetheart, I have so much to show you."
Michael couldn’t help but admire you as stopped to see every little thing with wonder in your eyes, he couldn’t help himself and laughed. "You know, you've talked about this place so much that I thought I knew what to expect." You looked around in complete awe. "You forgot to mention it feels like walking into a dream." You looked back at Michael only to see him smiling proudly because that meant more than the world for him, he wanted a place where he could escape the world, the tabloids, the press, and fame. Neverland had started to become just that and with you by his side it felt complete. The moment Michael met the honesty in your gaze, he couldn't help the soft smile that appeared on his face. He looked down at the ground, feeling the warmth creep up his neck.
"Come on," Michael said, clearing his throat as he gently tugged on your hand. "I haven't even shown you my favorite part yet." You followed him trying not to laugh at his shyness over it all. The moment Michael came to a halt you looked and what a sight, you just couldn’t believe your eyes. "Mikey... that's a lot bigger up close." You said as you looked up at the giraffe eyes wide in surprise. Michael couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him as he observed every little reaction and microexpression on your face. "Don't worry, sweetheart. She's friendly." He gently guides your hand so you can feed it. The giraffe lowered its head, gently taking the food from your hand. You couldn't help but laugh in surprise, turning immediately to look at Michael. "Did you know it was going to do that?" Michael nodded proudly as he looked at you. "Uh-huh.""And you didn't warn me?" He covered his mouth with one hand, trying and failing to hide his smile and giggles. "I wanted to see your reaction."
As you kept on walking hand in hand with Michael, you approached the main house, as the birds chirped and the sun still shined brightly, as Michael’s aviators hung loosely on your nose. It had been sometime after feeding the giraffe Michael had given you his sunglasses that hung on the collar of his shirt all with the excuse that you needed to protect your eyes from the sun, in reality was because he adored watching you wear his stuff, from accessories to his clothing.
"There's someone I want you to meet," he said softly, a small nervous smile appearing on his face.You looked at him for a moment before glancing toward the front door. You already knew who he meant.Michael opened the door for you and held out his hand.
"Come on, sweetheart." You took a quiet breath and stepped inside.You noticed that his hand had tightened around yours, the moment you felt it you looked at your hand and Michael’s, and then looked at him as he stared straight ahead. "Mikey?" "Hm?" "Are you nervous?" He ducked his head down with a soft smile starting to form on his face trying not to show the shyness that started creeping up on him. "...Maybe a little." You laughed softly. "You introduced me to a giraffe before your own mother?" "The giraffe was less scary."
The moment he said that you couldn’t help but laugh harder at him. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me” Michael said with a smile as he also tried not to burst out from laughter.
Before you could answer, a warm voice came from further inside the house. "Michael?"Both of you turned around. You instinctively squeezed his hand, only to feel him squeeze yours right back."Mother," he said softly, "there's someone I'd like you to meet."You offered her a nervous smile. She looked at you for a moment before her face lit up with recognition."Ahhh, you're the girl that keeps making my son smile when he talks over the phone."You blinked in surprise and glanced at Michael. "I believe he said that you were the best artist from Tejano music.” Your eyes immediately went to Michael, who had suddenly become very interested in the floor
“Mikey..."A blush crept up his neck as he covered part of his face with one hand.
"Well..." he mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck. "I might've talked about you a little."
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 SUMMARY: Based on this request. Michael is forced to confront the fear of losing the love he fought so hard to get back.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Michael Jackson x Selena!Reader
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 TRANSLATION: "Lo que hago es soñarte": What I Do Is Dream About You.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A/N: Sooooo, I might have super emotional writing this, I was almost sobbing, so yeah don't come at me hehehehehe because I just know this gonna hurt y'all (and me). I hope y'all like it and I also hope it doesn't make you want to throw your phones at me. Also please let me now if you want to be added to the masterlist HEHEHEHE
Time seemed to stop all around Michael, as he sat in a waiting room, his nostrils were being filled up with the scent of rubbing alcohol. Eyes red, trembling hands, left knee moving up and down as he looked at the white floor in front of him. It felt like the end of the world was on its verge of happening, well Michael’s world. Life had flashed in his eyes as he got the call he never wanted to ever hear again. The police had called to inform him, and he got to the hospital as fast as he could, desperate to get to you. Bill had to physically stop him from running around the hospital corridors and rooms so that he could find you, that had been three hours ago. Thus now he sat waiting for news standing up every time a doctor entered the waiting room despite not having the news of your state.
Michael couldn’t lose you, you were his whole world, he had just gotten you back after his idiocy. Because if he did lose… it would feel as if God turned his back on him and decided to never look at him again. He would lose every sense that would make him well Michael.
One more hour passed, and nothing. At this point Michael was pacing around the waiting room biting his fingernails trying to stop himself from going down there to grab a doctor and start demanding information. Another hour, still nothing. Michael was sitting on the floor trying not to cry or curl up in a ball, Bill was no better as he watched Michael, he was sitting down face down keeping everything in for Michael’s sake. To Bill you had become someone special in his life as Michael had taken a lot of importance in his life, he saw both of you fall in love from the beginning. Bill also saw what nearly losing you did to Michael when he went away and married another woman, he just couldn’t watch it all over again.
“Mr. Jackson?”
So when the doctor finally called Michael up, he stood up faster than lightning approaching him with fast long strides trying to keep his composure as his hands shook.
“Yes, that would be,” Michael said with a shaky voice, his eyes clouded with every emotion on the spectrum.
“Well your wife has…” the doctor started to explain your condition in some medical gibberish that Michael tried to comprehend, but the only thing in his mind was the fact that he wanted to see you. To see your soft hair, beautiful smile and dazzling eyes, and above all hear your voice, something he wasn’t sure he would get to hear again. It felt as if he was being left alone on earth surrounded by people that could never get to be you, no matter how hard he tried. “Can I see her, please? I just need to see my wife.” “Yes Mr. Jackson, right this way”
Michael walked down the corridors of the hospital, long strides wanting to get there as fast as possible, he didn’t even take the time to look around. For the moment he arrived at your room and opened the door, he was met with a sight that was never meant to happen. He observed every little detail of you, to how your hair was down still looking as soft as it always did, your eyes closed as if you were under a harmless slumber. He pulled a chair that was in the corner of the room, placed it next to you and sat down. He took your hand in his, your delicate skin touching his, as silent tears slipped down his cheeks, he closed his eyes for a moment. “Hi sweetheart” he whispered in a shaky voice, Michael felt useless, there was nothing he could do but watch you. Watch you till a miracle dropped from the sky and made you open up your eyes in that instant.
A minute passed, nothing. Four hours passed, and nothing. Michael didn’t move one single muscle from where he was sitting, still holding your hand. Days passed like this Michael, coming to sit right next to you holding your hand for hours, Michael felt as if it had been decades without hearing you talk or laugh, he just couldn’t anymore. He saw how the room had gone up from an empty white room to a room filled with flowers, get well soon cards, and plushies from your family and fans. Bill had taken a radio up to your room two days ago so that Michael could listen to something while he was in there. For when day six arrived, a song in Spanish came up, a song that Michael did not understand because of his limited understanding of Spanish but he understood it because of the feeling that it was transmitting.
For a moment Michael closed his eyes and let the song and time envelope him, and in that moment he saw you dancing with him with a golden gown and he was in a blue suit, it felt more than a memory, as if it was the moment coming out trying to be relived again. He wanted to dance with you again, he wanted to be with you again, not like right now despite the fact that you were beside him. Michael wanted you to be you again. He needed you to wake up, he still had to make up for leaving you out of impatience the first time now you were leaving him, not because you wanted but it was someone else’s decision. He just… couldn’t. But he left that all behind for a moment as he still had his eyes closed letting the song carry on. As the song progressed he felt tears leave his eyes. When the song ended he opened his eyes again, he looked at you again.
Michael with short and curly hair is doing things to me (on that award show in which he has his curly short hair with those aviators and that black jacket/shirt)
Bf!Michael who doesn’t like being apart from you for long periods of time, but has to endure so because of touring.
Bf!Michael who loves calling you whenever he can and tries to stay on the phone forever with you.
Bf!Michael sends you a love letter weekly, telling you how much he misses you and wishes that you could be there with him. He also understands the fact that you have to work and have responsibilities back at home.
Bf!Michael who keeps a polaroid photo of you inside of his notebook as he writes each love letter, and looks at it with so much love and fondness.
Bf!Michael who buys you little souvenirs and gifts from every country he is in, that he can't give to you.
Bf!Michael who can’t help himself and has a countdown of the days in which he will be able to see you again.
Bf!Michael who couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you backstage after finishing one of the concerts on the tour.
Bf!Michael was quick to pull you in a hug and take you away from everyone so that he could have to himself.
Bf!Michael can’t stop hugging and kissing you as he tries to tell you everything that you missed.
Bf!Michael listens to you attentively as you tell him every little detail, it seemed almost as if he was learning and memorizing every little word you tell him.
Bf!Michael wants to spend the most time with you knowing that you’ll have to go back home eventually, so he hoards up all your time.
Overall Bf!Michael can't hide the fact that he is a loverboy and that he is completely yours.
author’s note; the only warning is i wrote this at 3am so if its ass then i am so sorry okay. michael’s cute three are included in this little collection of the concept! so technically the timelines i initially created isnt right but im disregarding the accurate timeline because yolo.
also like i said before, everything is not in order— its just random events. this one is really a filler, ive been working so i haven’t had the chance to write certain blurbs or make the headcanons yet. didn’t proofread!
“i actually accommodate all the kids, thank you very much!” you answered sarcastically as you and michael stand in his kitchen, michael leaning on the stainless fridge with his arms crossed and you standing by the island counter as your hands grip the edges.
the laughter and screams along with the stomping footsteps of the five children in the background, cartoons playing on the living room tv. you glanced over your shoulder to see paris and minnie running with prince chasing behind.
you and michael were bickering over the children, once again. you turned your head back at michael, “you don’t see me complaining about dealing with two kinds of education” you leaned slightly over, “i do the lesson plans with prince and paris at home, bigi learns from flashcards when the two do assignments, minnie and daisy goes to school—“
“you put daisy in a private preschool” michael cut you off, “a preschool..” he repeated, scoffing right after. “why are you willing to pay thousands for a toddler?”
you defensively tossed your hands in the air, “don’t try to say that when you told me you were paying for her!” you exclaimed. a frustrating sigh leaves your lips, “and you’re paying.. so if you want me to take over the pay then speak up”
all michael could do was stare at you, trying to fight back to smirk he was gonna display on his face. he loved (still do) when you would boss him around, or just be in charge of anything.
the custody schedules, the children’s schedules of who has appointments or who has certain lessons on what activities, even bossing him around on his own schedule, event planning, how you took over interviews that were being invasive to you and michael’s private life, sex. he can name it all.
michael shook his head, “i don’t want you to pay” he responded. your hands fell to your side, raising an eyebrow in confusion as you didn’t know where this conversation is going.
“let’s be honest”
“raising five kids by yourself for a week is hard” michael confessed, the kitchen went silent. your lips were curving up into a smile that you were trying to hide.
but you couldn’t contain yourself, letting out the laugh and covering your mouth while you do so.
once you finally held your composure, you waved him off as you were getting your last laugh in. “michael, the only kids that have the most energy are minnie and prince. daisy has attitude problems and i don’t know where—
“she gets it from you” michael interrupted, you rolled your eyes on him butting in again. “she rolls her eyes the exact way” he finally let out that smirk.
“just because you let the kids run you crazy doesn’t mean the kids are doing the same to me!”
speaking of children, little footsteps can be heard stomping towards the kitchen. you and michael both look towards the kitchen doorway, trying to figure out which child would make their appearance.
minnie and bigi walk in holding hands, they stop at the door frame. bigi using his free hand to play with his lips while minnie was swinging their hands back and forth.
“i think blanket needs a nap” minnie spoke, “he just lays on the couch while we play”
your lips turn into a small pout as you make your way to the youngest, minnie lets go of his hand when she sees you come closer.
bigi understood when you approached him, raising his arms up, waiting to be held. your hands grasped his body under his armpits and straightened your body as you put him on your hip. after minnie soon realized you got her younger brother, she took off to play again, hearing her giggles and stomps towards the other room.
“we’ll take nap soon” you whispered as bigi rested his head on your shoulders, his fingers still playing with his mouth. you slightly bounce him up and down.
you let out a sigh, “anyways” you muttered. “are you trying to tell me you’re interested in getting a nanny?” you questioned.
michael pushed himself off the fridge, “i’m not interested in getting a nanny” he answered, “i want us to be in one house again, here” michael continued.
you chuckled, now starting to pace around the kitchen. bouncing blanket in the meantime while he was now in nap mode. “yeah that won’t happen”
“i’m willing to go halfway with you on something.. just not moving back in” you told him, “if you want to unenroll daisy from the preschool then that’s fine— if you want both girls to be homeschooled as well then just say the word”
“but i am handling this whole private school and homeschool process very well” you shrugged your shoulders as you didn’t know what else to say. “besides, the three love to come with me when we need to pick up the girls because they know everyone’s getting ice cream after”
“yeah but when you have to go to work then what” michael crossed his arms, it was like he was starting to get somewhat irritated.
“i literally call all the shots and you know this. my work schedule is whatever i want it to be… why are you acting brand new? how desperate are you to get me back here?”
“desperate enough”
“then prove it.”
author’s note: TO BE FAIR, i did have a certain moment in mind and yet it created this so idk. IM SORRY, I PROMISE IT’LL GET GOOD!! just wanna build things up rn
anywho, i’ve made a tag for this series so it’ll be easier to navigate once i make my masterlist so all the blurbs/drabbles/fics/whatever will be under one thing ;)
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ SUMMARY: After achieving your dream of becoming a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, you celebrate the milestone with Michael, unaware of the thoughts occupying his mind.
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Michael Jackson x DCC!Reader
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ You can read this first if you like.
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ A/N: I might have to warn you about how unrealistic the song making part of the fic is, I'm sorry HAHAHAHAHA but anywayssss this was a bit fun to write, I saw it in my head and immediately went like "Write that down! Write that down!" So that sums up everything I think, I hope y'all like it and it's not burning rubbish. Also please let me know if you want to be part of the taglist. I already have some ideas for a third part kind of hehehehehe.
The cold night air hit Michael’s skin as he stepped outside from the music studio making his way to where Bill was with the car. All he wanted was to keep on writing and singing, the song that clouded his heart, it felt as if it was the only way that he could communicate, communicate something with urgency. The only way he could truly express what his words through the phone couldn’t. As Bill opened the door for Michael to enter the car he couldn’t help but notice the way his face was scrunched up in frustration, hand tight in fists. Bill kept looking at him as he entered the car and stepped into the driver’s seat, adjusting the reviewer mirror to look at him. “What’s on you Joker? Is it her?” Michael lifted his gaze from the window, his hands finally relaxing but the frown never really left his face; it just softened at Bill’s words. Words couldn’t come out of his mouth so all Michael did was nod, finally someone in the entire night saw what his frustration was, because he felt as if he was gonna lose you.
Ever since you had stepped in his life with that fearsome look in your eyes as you communicated more than a story when you danced with your body, God you had screwed up Michael for life, no one could compare. So when you called him that evening as he was sitting in his room trying to make out a new song for his upcoming album, he took your call as accustomed, not expecting to hear the news that he knew you were excited for, but a selfish part of him wanted you to stay and work alongside him. He wasn't gonna let what he wanted be in your way, he was gonna support you and be there for you despite the fact that he felt as if he was losing you.
“Mike, I have some news for you,” you said as you held the phone to your ear smiling excitedly, on the other line. Michael held the phone to his ear as he pictured you in your living room telling him the news, “you can tell me.” “Remember that I told you about my dream of being a DCC and getting rejected the first time…” “Yeah…” Michael said in hesitation as he felt his heart starting to speed up as anxiety took over because he knew where this was going to. He knew what you were gonna say and he still listened. “Well… I'm gonna be part of the DCC” “I- oh really, sweetheart? I’m happy for you,” Michael’s smile dropped a little not because he wasn’t proud but he knew what it meant, because you weren’t gonna work with him for his upcoming album. Boy, how he yearned to have you back at the dance studio so that he can be the receiver of the look that you have when you dance. “We should celebrate tomorrow after my session at the recording studio.” “I would love that Mike, I should go have a good night.” You said through the other line, after hanging up you couldn’t help but squeal in excitement of it all, from accomplishing a part of your dream to telling and celebrating with Michael, because him being part of it is an essential part of it, despite the fact that he wasn’t in the original plan.
That night he couldn’t sleep, he lay awake in bed wanting to say a million things to you; for you not to leave him but also to pursue your dream. He picked up the phone a total of thirty-eight times wanting to call and never did because he couldn’t make up his mind on what to tell you, but the thing that really stopped him was the fact that he was being inconsiderate of your dream. For the thirty-nineth time he picked up the phone again and called only for him to hang up six seconds later, he gave up trying to put to words what he knew he couldn’t say.
So he sat down on the cold floor of his room after picking up a notebook that was on his night stand accompanied by a pen, and he started to write nonestop. He kept on and on until the sun came up and its rays shined through the window and hit his skin softly with that orange glow that he knew you loved. He looked over the pages scattered across the floor and smiled for the first time that night, still not knowing how to tell you that he was afraid of losing you. Maybe he would never lose you. But somehow, the music knew every little doubt and thought in his brain.
As he was watching the city through the car window his mind still raced on for hours, he couldn’t help the void in him that was starting to feel an absence that hadn’t even started. Michael had decided on one thing, he needed you to listen to the song tonight, it couldn't be tomorrow or any other day, it had to be tonight. So when Bill signaled him that they had arrived at your apartment complex, he stepped down the car, walked all over to the door of your apartment and knocked, with his hands in his pockets trying to put a smile on his face, despite the fact that it wobbled out of nervousness.
When you opened the door he was met with a sight he would never forget, you were wrapped in a white simple dress that in Michael’s eyes it made you oh so elegant, and in that instant the nervous wobbly smile in his face transformed into a look of complete shock and admiration. “Hi Mike” You said softly as you looked him in the eye in a certain form that Michael believed he was in heaven despite the whole that was starting to form in his heart out of doubt. “Hi… so umm… I wanted to take you to the recording studio before we head out and grab dinner”
As a result you were sitting on a chair with headphones over your ears as your hands were lightly touching them, you watched as Michael moved around the dimmed light studio, you felt a smile starting to form in your lips when he looked at you and gave you a nod. You heard the first tunes of the song and started to tap your foot to the rhythm and moved your head lightly to it.
“If I let her get away,though, I'm begging on my knees.”
That part of the song made you stop and look over to Michael who was watching you like a hawk, trying to decipher every little reaction of yours because for him he was bearing his heart there, no armour around it to protect it. You didn’t even finish the song when you took the headphones off and stood up. You looked Michael right in the eye, the expression in your face told Michael everything he needed to know but to him he needed to hear it. He needed to hear your voice, telling him and reassuring him every part of it. He yearned to hear you despite the fact that he could read you like an open book but still wasn’t enough, he was greedy like that but only for you and you alone. You took a few steps closer to where Michael was leaning in the console of the recording studio, the distance between the two of you almost nonexistent. You kept looking at him when you opened your mouth to whisper
Content: Mike going live just to show the things he loves the most
A/n: pretend like insta existed 🫣
Michael was terrible when it came to social media. He knew it; the fans knew it; hell, even you knew it, yet every time he had a little bit of free time, the first thing he'd do was ask you to help him set up an Instagram live.
“Baby? Can you help me with this instacam stuff?” His glasses were pushed to the edge of his nose, almost sliding right off.
“Instagram, Mike, Instagram.” You giggled to yourself as you took the phone from his hands, tapping a few times on the screen until the camera popped up, revealing the top of Michael's head.
“Babe, you need to adjust the camera by moving it lower and farther away from your face so that you can be fully seen.” You move the phone lower and farther away from his face so that he can be fully seen.
Immediately, the fans came flooding in, the numbers climbing rapidly, hitting over a million viewers.
“Hello, everybody," he spoke in his usual soft tone, glancing over the comments, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to respond to them, but they moved way too fast for his eyes to catch up.
Mjglazer: Mike, do a moonwalk tutorial!!
Angel.facee: Wink for the camera!
“I want to show you all a few things from some of my music videos!” He was excited, even if it was his third time going live to show his memorabilia.
“As you may know, this jacket is from Thriller." He showed off the iconic red jacket.
"Oh, and this is from Remember the Time."
“One last thing, my beautiful wife." He laughed from his chest, making an attempt to angle the camera perfectly to show all his features.
“Mike, stop, I'm not ready for the camera!” You tried to press your palm against the camera of the small phone, but Michael was quicker and moved away before your hand could cover it.
“You look beautiful! See, they think so too!” He laughed again, completely immersed in capturing every inch of you.
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ SUMMARY: The world only sees the King of Pop and a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, but behind the stadium lights lies a love story built through late-night rehearsals, songs left unsaid, and years of understanding each other without words.
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚Michael Jackson x DCC! Reader
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ You can read this separately from the parts hehehehe
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ A/N: Sooooo here the part I'm kind of exited about, also in this fic I mention lightly some of the horrible things that some of the DCC have gone through, I hope that I don't offend anyone with that topic, especially because its a topic that shouldn't be taken lightly or made fun of. I love how the story keeps on developing and how it shows the reader's and Michael's relationship. This little set of fics has a special place in my heart as retired dancer sometimes I wished I had went pro. Anywayssss I hope y'all like it!!! Also please let me know if you want to be part of the taglist and I'll add ya!
The thousands of hot white flashes of the camera’s shone right into your face and Michael’s as you both tried to flee from the stadium after the Superbowl, as the tabloids started coming up with thousands of new headlines for tomorrow.
“Lucky Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader Leaves Hand In Hand With The King Of Pop!”
The newspapers would say accompanied with the thousand pictures they took as Michael walked with you out of the stadium, hands intertwined, one hand lifted trying to cover your face from the cameras as you walked to where the car was trying to make its way out of the sea of people. Michael kept on pushing the people who got too close wanting to get out of there with you immediately, it was a situation he wished you'd never have to go through but knew it was going to happen, despite the fact that he had been pushing it as far as he could. For a fraction of a second he stopped looking over at you making eye contact with you, you only gave him a brief nod, no need for words between both of you. To you it seemed like time had stopped in that moment as if the heavens above gave you the opportunity to really look at Michael. You saw more than the pop star that just did the best performance that the Superbowl had ever seen, but you saw the effort, the sleepless nights, and the rehearsals.
The late night rehearsals in which you stayed by his side watching every move of his, making tiny corrections and markers which Michael took gracefully with a grateful smile and a peck on the lips. In which it got to the point in which you started dancing the choreography alongside him.
But as soon as that bubble that surrounded you and Michael formed it broke, you were being yanked in by one of the paparazzi. “Michael!” You screamed as your eyes went wide, feeling your heart starting to beat faster against your chest almost as if it wanted to come out. As soon as Michael felt the loss of your hand in his, he started to push people away more aggressively trying to get to you. The look in his eyes had come to be unreadable, his breathing became rapid, micro expressions anyone barely noticed. As soon as he got to where you were with a steady hand he pushed the paparazzi away from you and tried to separate you from the man by using his own body. That’s when security arrived and yanked the man off the place, Michael put his right arm around you not letting you go. You felt the way his chest rose up and down and from it alone you knew he was more than furious, he was livid, he didn’t show it to the public. Not at all it seemed almost imperceptible to the naked eye but to you Michael was like an open book.
The moment you were both finally in the car, the look in Michael’s eyes hardened by the emotions brewing inside of him. He looked over at you and put a steady hand on your thigh. A small worried smile made its way out. “You good sweetheart?” You only managed to nod still shaken from the interaction. It wasn’t the first time you dealt with this type of men, ever since you started out as a DCC you were warned of this type of interactions that some of them had the misfortune of having. You saw some of the horrible things these men would do so that they could get the attention from one of the cheerleaders.
The panic and the anger faded into the night as the car made its way throughout the city, the street lights shining the streets accompanied by the stars. Your head laid safely on MIchael's shoulder as his head laid on top of yours, hands intertwined, never letting go and for sure not after tonight. To Michael he didn’t really care about his performance in the Superbowl, all he wanted was to watch you perform and have the honor of sharing the stadium with you only for a few minutes. He got to see you dance that same sharp look in your eyes accompanied with your beautiful smile that he always loved, as you moved your white and blue pom poms to the beat of the song that was playing. He loved that he got to see you dance on the sidelines before and after he performed the halftime show. Michael couldn't help himself, you were magnetic, a force on your own. Even if he watched every routine of yours he was still mesmerized. There was nothing that could take his eyes away from you.
The tabloids could write what they wanted, they could speculate or diss him, but that didn’t matter because at the end of the day he would come back to you, his home, his safe place. So when the car came to halt, he looked out the window, he turned his head and gave you a kiss on top of your head. Michael made his way out of the car and offered you a hand which you gladly took as you stepped out. Walking inside Michael’s house, all you both could think about was jumping into bed and sleeping, you would worry about everything tomorrow.
