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𝐌𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐝; 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐫, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐮́...

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐢- 𝐋𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥

-𝒔𝒏𝒉𝒏𝒌𝒌𝒎𝒏

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"In the closet"

Next track playing for "A CONTRALUZ", press play to start...

⏮ PART 1, PART 2, PART3 ⏭

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･SUMMARY: "Hollywood would still be waiting for you, but right now the only thing that hasn't faded into a blur were you and Michael in the kitchen of your apartment."

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Michael Jackson x reader

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ TRANSLATION: "La flor favorita de Latino America": Latin America's favorite flower. “La novia del Rey del Pop”: The king of Pop's girlfriend.

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･A/N: Soooo I stayed up until late writing this and honestly I feel like I got carried away a bit HEHEHEHE. Also I really loved writing this, it felt like a warm hug to my heart because honestly I wished I had someone like Michael in my life. his part of the story is super fluffy in comparison to the first two parts, I feel like the second part was the most angsty honestly. I think in the future I might write little snippets of this specific storyline, because it's really dear to my heart, specially because we shouldn't let anyone dictate our dreams or let them belittle us into something so small that we aren't. I hope y'all like it and hopefully it doesn't make you want to jump out of a window, like me because of my uni finals. If you want to be tagged in any other of my works please let me know!!!

The early morning rays of the sun had just started to hit the windows of your apartment, as the light penetrated through the curtains, Michael slowly opened his eyes, to the mix of the light and a soft tune of a song that he hadn't heard before, he moved his hand to the other side of the bed only to feel the cold sheets against his fingers. He slowly got up from bed and went over to the kitchen, and as he kept getting closer the music kept getting louder till comes to see the sight of you dancing to a song in Spanish, barely able to understand the lyrics. He saw the way you moved to the rhythm and how in peace you were, and he couldn’t help but smile. This was the real you, the you that he met on set, a person with more than a silly dream, a person with ambition and view of the future, a future he wanted to form part of. 

“Hey sweetheart,” he said softly and that was enough to startle you. “God, Mike you can’t just do that, you almost frighten me to death” you said as you clutched your chest with a light smile, “for how long have you been there you creep?” You say with a teasing smile as you approach him and put your arms around his waist as you look him in the eye, never ending the eye contact as if you were communicating with him through your eyes. “Not long sweetheart,” he says with a kind smile, still couldn’t help the shyness that came out from time to time. “Join me,” you said to him. It wasn't an invitation but also it wasn’t an order, it was always more than that and it was something Michael knew and loved. So he took your hand in his and started dancing to the rhythm of the song moving his body with your in perfect sync, as if it was meant to be that way since the very beginning of humanity. 

He knew that you were both in sync since the very first meeting, but acknowledged it until you had called him crying a few days after Luis Miguel had shown up on set. The moment you introduced him to Michael he could hear his heart break but what truly finished the job was hearing you cry because of a man, a man that in his eyes was a coward for not wanting to be part of your dream and caging you to something so small. Michael knew after the second conversation with you, you were gonna be more than a phenomenon, you were gonna be more than the delicate flower that every newspaper back in Mexico called you, no you were gonna be a star. So when heard your voice crack from the other line, he just couldn’t resist and asked Bill to drive you to your apartment. “Mike… he ummm… broke up with me… on the phone,” you said as you sniffled trying to tell him what happened in the most coherent way possible. “Are you in your apartment?” Michael said over the phone, voice a bit gruff exasperated to get where you were. “Yeah.” “I’ll be there in five.” 

That was the very first night Michael spent in your apartment, he stayed till the next morning. He made sure that you were taken care of but also made sure that you knew that he would be there every time you called or even simply looked at him. 

Both of you kept dancing till the song ended, you stayed wrapped in Michael’s arms looking at him with that cheeky smile and that soft look in your eyes, a look that had come to be reserved only for him.  He looked at you as if there was no one in the world that was ever meant for him except for you. “Well breakfast won’t be done if we keep this up” you said as you tried to move from Michael’s arms in order to keep cutting the fruit that laid on the counter, but Michael didn’t let you go. “One more song,” he said, it wasn’t pleading or a request but neither an order. You smiled cheekily at him, “just one,” you said as you held up one finger with a look in your eyes that mischievous twinkle in your eye, that in Michael’s mind was only meant for him. He smirked and bit his lip as if he was trying his luck with you knowing that you would fold if he asked but he liked playing this game with you, in which you pretend to be in charge, so he just nodded knowing that it wasn’t gonna be the case. 

The radio DJ announced the song, but none of you really paid attention to it until the tune started, both of you turned your heads towards the radio knowing damn well what song it was, “In the closet”. Both of you looked at each other again, a mischievous glint could be seen in your eyes and a roguish smile in Michael’s face. No words needed, the meaning laid out between the two of you. It was Michael’s song without a doubt but the most important detail was that you had been part of the music video. 

Michael had asked you to be part of his music video after the premiere, he knew that no one else was fitted for the role on that music video, and the only girl he wanted near him was you. Of course you accepted as you looked at him over your shoulder with that glint in your eyes and soft smile letting out a soft “I would love to be part of it, no need to ask.” In full honesty, Michael almost choked at the sight, he had come to be enamoured with the way you looked at him despite the fact that you were still just friends at the time. So when the day came, two weeks after the premiere, it was time to film the music video. Michael couldn’t deny it he was more than nervous because he knew the tone of the music video and sensual it was, he just couldn’t contain his nerves and anxiety as his hands shaked in anticipation. On the other hand you were a ball full of nerves too, because every little scene together had your heart skyrocketing through the roof and your palms all sweaty. It was until a certain scene that you and Michael had your forehead against each others and Michael’s hand in your waist, both of you were so entrance with each other that didn’t hear when the director yelled cut, the both of you stayed  liked that for what if felt like hours, in reality it was mere minutes. Michael couldn’t help but soak it all in, the way you relaxed under his touch and the way you looked at him, he never saw you look at anybody that way. Michael parted his forehead from yours so that he would be able to look at you and with a sincere look on his face he managed to whisper out an “I love you and I know you love me too…” letting the silence do the rest. From that moment on everything was slightly different but the same. 

After a while you had managed to finish both of yours and Michael’s breakfast, as Michael was putting the dirty dishes in the sink he noticed the headline in the newspaper that was long forgotten on the counter. “Uprising Hollywood star makes headline for upcoming movie” he read it wasn’t any other headline, it was about you,  it wasn’t a headline that reduced you to only being someone’s girlfriend but it was something that announced what you were, a star in the making. Michael just smiled at the headline fondly knowing how much you had worked for it and how much you had to endure to be where you were. From the days on the very first Hollywood movie set, heartbreak, and pain to hard earned success. He was happy that you were more than “La flor favorita de Latino America” or “Luis Miguel 's girlfriend”, hell even “La novia del Rey del Pop”. Michael saw more than those titles, he saw what others couldn’t and it was your ambition and your drive to complete your dream. Michael failed to notice that you had approached him too absorbed in the headline, you placed a soft kiss on his shoulder and looked at him with a look that words can’t describe but he didn’t need them because he understood what it meant. “It’s from this morning” you whisper softly, your arms wrapping around him. Michael couldn't help but smile, “it’s just the beginning baby, and I want to be there for every step, even if its from the sidelines, you can count me in.” He finished saying before cradling your face carefully with both of his hands, he gave you a brief look  in the eye before connecting your lips together. Your soft lips with his dancing to rhythm that nobody could hear. When you both parted for air, he placed his forehead against yours. 

“Ready?” He whispered with his eyes closed basking in the moment. “Actually, terrified” you had answered softly without needing to open up your eyes. You knew Michael was smiling at you. “Good, then it means it matters.” You moved your hands so that they were on the back of his head playing with his curls. He kept his eyes closed letting out a satisfied hum, he felt more than satisfied and proud, because not so long ago people had encased you into something less than a start and now they were just starting to know your name. ‘Good, they won’t see what hit them.’ He thought as he smirked to himself and for a second the headline was forgotten in the counter, it would be there tomorrow, as the interviews, each movie premiere, and red carpet. Hollywood would still be waiting for you, but right now the only thing that hasn’t faded into a blur were you and Michael in the kitchen of your apartment.

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･TAGLIST: @kietourhrt @katgojo @dork034 @sillydumbfool @strawberrychita @escapefromrealitylol (I hope it's okay that I tagged some of y'all since you commented on the second part hehehehe, if not please let me know)

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últimamente estuve escuchando mucho "la mentira" de Luis Miguel, y sentí que Reigen no se veria mal en la portada del album de donde viene la canción

no me equivoqué supongo, a vários mutis les encantó

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Colombia; Wayuu, 2008. Luis Miguel

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Luismi girls♥️

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I think we all wish we could erase some dark times in our lives. But all of life's experiences, bad and good, make you who you are. Erasing any of life's experiences would be a great mistake.

Luis Miguel

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Who's Hotter? The Buffest of Beauties

Who's Hotter?

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Korra (The Legend of Korra)

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Voting ended onOct 9, 2025