𓈒𓏸.°• summary: Michael noticed something going on with Louie the Llama and calls the one person who knows more about animals than himself...
𓈒𓏸.°• content: tooth rotting fluff, reader and Michael are friends, prob some medical inaccuracies but idc, triller era. friends to lovers (???), not rlly proofread, thats about it :)
𓈒𓏸.°• an: I fuking loved writing this as a pre-vet major myself!! enjoy and plz plz send any request!! ps; thank you for all the love on my first fic! i love you all!!!
Every single morning when Michael woke up, he would always make it a priority to check on his animals. Outside of Hayvenhurst, Michael made his rounds paying close attention to each animal, making sure they were fed and acting their normal self. Everything was going smoothly till he got to Louie, his beloved llama. The large animal was laying down and rolling around. This behavior was unusual for Louie. Before Michael even walked over, Louie would usually be standing right against the fence, definitely not laying down.
"Louie? Whats going on bud?" Michael spoke softly to the creature, making sure not to scare or stress him. Louie let out a soft groan and rolled back onto his side. Bitting on one if his fingers, Michael thought of what to do. Even though he wont admit it, hes not as much as an expect on llamas as he claims to be. Now dont get things confused, Michael is well educated but not as good as someone else he knows. You.
Running back inside, Michael starts to dial your number. You and Michael had been family friends for a while but once both you and him went down separate career paths, so did your relationship. "Come on pick up pick up..." Michael franticly spoke into the ringing phone, praying, that the girl who he haven't spoken to in years would pick up. Before Michael lost hope, the other line answered. "Hello?" Your voice was soft as is rang in Michaels ear. "Hello? Hi! I apologize for the early call but um..its an emergency." the line went quite. "Who is this?" Michael sighed in defeat "Its um..Michael. Michael Jackson. I dont know if you remember me but we used to be fri-" He was cut off by your gasp "Yes! Michael! Hello! Yes i remember you! How are? Whats going on? Its been a while!" A smile grew across his face as you spoke. "Im doing good, uh..listen, I know you're a veterinarian and all that and um I think somethings wrong with Louie and im just wondering if you could come over and take a look at him?" Michael could hear sheets rustling and keys jiggling from your side. "yes absolutely! Ill be there in an hour. Call me if he gets worst! Bye!" The line hung up abruptly but Michael couldn't help but feel a wave of relief. The one girl who he had ever remotely had a crush on was on her way over to see him, well more like to see his llama.
Michael anxiously looked out the window in the kitchen that looked out over the driveway, waiting to see when your car would pull up. Michael cared so much for his animals, more than anything. He truly believed that they really understood him, more than humans sometimes. The only noise that echoed through Hayvenhurst was the sound of Michaels foot rapidly taping on the floor. He was getting impatient. But all that worrying paid off when he finally saw your forest green Jeep grand wagoneer park in the drive way. You were already out of the car by the time he finally made it outside. You back was facing him but he immediately took note of your soft pink scrubs that covered your frame, perfectly complementing your skin and hair. You reached into your car grabbing your matching pink stethoscope, placing it around your neck. Michael watched in awe from a distance, taking in your beauty. The sound of the car door closing caused Michael to snap of the trance you had put him in. "Hi Michale!" A wide smile on your face waving. Michael smiled back, blushing, and rising his hand hesitantly.
Your smile faded when you looked towards the fenced in pasture where Louie was located. "Yeah hes been like that since this morning, usually he is much more personable." Michael crossed his arms across his chest as you walked over to the fence, carefully climbing over the wooden slats and kneeling next to the llama. Removing the stethoscope around your neck, you maneuvered yourself so you could properly assess the creatures condition. "Is he okay?" Michael leaned over the fence, watching your every move, visibly concerned. You motioned Michael to be quite by raising your pointer finger at him, thats all he needed. Standing back up and taking the stethoscope out of your ears, you signed and looked at Michael. His face dropped instantly. "Well after listening to his heart and stomach Ive come to the unfortunate conclusion that Louie is.......bloated." Michaels raised his hands to his face, covering it. "Hes going to be fine Michael. Its quite common for Llamas. Luckily you caught it early so its easily fixed." Michaels hands dropped, his eyes wide with confusion. "Wait what?" Without saying anything, you moved to the other side of the fence and over to your vehicle, Michael followed closely behind. "Im going to give him an oral antacid and Banamine for the pain. All you need to do is try and get him up and moving, which im sure you already do, which is great! The gas just needs to get moving out of his stomach." Taking several syringes, two vials and medical tape out of your car, Michael hovered over your shoulder, inched away. "So hes fine?" You walked back over to Louie, who was rolling on the ground, and administered the medication. "Just keep a watch on him for 24 to 72 hours. This medication should kick in and give him a lot of relief." After the IV, you wrapped the area with a red and black leopard print Vetrap. Once you finished, you made sure to give some much needed TLC. Still on the other side of the fence, Michael watched in admiration. You were the most beautiful girl he had even seen, even though he would never admit it, he wanted nothing more for you to come over and take care of his animals everyday. "What a good boy you are!" Michael eyes widened at the statement from your mouth. "What?" You looked up at Michael, "What?" a grin crept up on your face, still petting Louie. You couldn't help but laugh at Michael, he though your comment wait aimed at him, not his llama. "Well i think my work here is done!" Finally standing up and dusting off your hands, you stood in front of Michael from the other side of the fence. "I, I really appreciate it...you coming all the way out here in such." You smiled at the man, placing your hand over his which was gripping the wooden fence. "Of course, Michael. Anytime."
Michael helped you back over the fence for the final time. You couldn't help but blush at the feeling of your hand in his. His grip was firm as he assisted you. "Do i owe you anything?" The man started fumbling in his pockets but you stopped him. "Absolutely not!" You shook you head as you turned around to open your car door but Michael was way ahead of you. He quickly moved to open the door for you before your hand even touched the handle. "Well now that I think about it," You lowered into the driver seat, placing you stethoscope around the rear view mirror. "Dinner might be nice." You winked at Michael as you closed the car door. Before reversing out of the drive way, you waved to Michael who was the reddest he had been since you arrived. As you drove away, all Michael could think of was his next excuse for you to come back and check on his animals.
𓈒𓏸.°• summary: you are a popular makeup artist who gets a one in a life time opportunity..
𓈒𓏸.°• content: fluff fluff fluff, michael is shy, reader is a flirt, thriller era!michael, forced proximity, no use of y/n, lmk if i forgot something...
𓈒𓏸.°• an: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC IN OVER TWO YEAR (wtf?) plz plz plz bear with me...also idc how time accurate/inaccurate this is...its not the point k?(ALSO the magazine cover is NOT supposed to be the physical description of the reader- its her WORK (like makeup wise ykwim?) just want to clarify that!! also this is hella long...i got carried away..this lowkey is buns...
The cool autumn sun beamed through your window as you sat at your vanity, meticulously painting your lips the newest shade from Cover Girl. Your makeup look had just been featured on the cover of Vogue's October 1983 issue. Your work was going to be seen by everyone. Since then, your career has been at an all time high. More models and companies had reached out to you about doing their makeup. You were on cloud nine.
ring! ring! ring!
The jerk of your head towards the ringing phone caused you to mess up, leaving a smear of lip stick across your chin. shit. Your eyebrows furrowed as you walked over to the ringing line. Picking up the phone and placing it to your ear, you instantly hear a voice from the other side. "Good evening, I need to speak with Miss..." As the voice on the other side of the phone said your name, you perked up. "Yes this is she, who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" You intertwined the cord from the rotary phone in your fingers as you walked back towards your vanity. "Good evening ma'am! This is John Branca and I am the lead entertainment attorney for an artist in the area. My client saw your work in the new Vogue issue and personally requested you for an upcoming project." As you sat down in your chair you pulled out a pen and paper, quickly writing down as much as you could. "That sounds wonderful.." you went quiet before speaking again "I um.. just need some clarifying information. Who exactly will I be working on?" The voice spoke quickly "Unfortunately, at this time that information is confidential until you are here in person. Will you be available tomorrow? We will have a driver pick you up at 9am sharp." 9am? confidential? What is happening? "Yes, that's fine" Even though you were hesitant and this could very well be someone attempting to kidnap you, there was nothing to lose. The call ended with an exchange of information and confirmation for the pick up address. As the night wrapped up and you prepared for tomorrow, all you could think about is who could your canvas possibly be?
The following morning came more quickly than you imagined. Luckily you had packed up your bags the previous night ensuring that in the morning you could be out of the door in time for the driver to pick you up. At 8:45, you checked yourself out in the mirror, at this point it was routine before you left to go work on a client. Wide flare jeans covered your legs, followed by black cashmere sweater over a white long sleeve. And of course, no outfit of yours would be complete without your Mary Janes.
Just before 9, you grabbed your makeup bag and your purse before walking outside and standing outside your door. At 9am sharp, a black Mercedes-Benz pulled up. Once parked, a tall, lean framed man stepped out. He was wearing a mustard yellow button up with black jeans. He removed his hat and sunglasses before approaching you. "Good morning miss. I'm Bill Bray. It's a pleasure to meet you. " He reached out to shake your hand. A smile drew across his face. What a nice man, you thought. He took your bags from you and guided you to the back of the car. Once you got comfortably seated, Bill wasted no time in pulling out of the drive way. The sound of the partition open caught your attention. Bill had placed his sunglasses back on before speaking "I'm guessing John already filled you in?" Your head tilted slightly, you had no idea what was happening. "Actually, quite the opposite," A chuckle left you as you shook your head. " I have no idea who my canvas is." Bill laughed "Yeah that's John for you. But don't worry, you'll find out soon enough" Before you could ask any follow up questions, the partition closed. For the remainder of the ride, you looked out the window, still trying to piece together this puzzle.
Within 30 minutes, the car pulled outside a large building next to an ally. Bill wasted no time in opening your door and grabbing your bags. He motioned for you to follow him. is this a movie set? Your mind raced thinking of any and all movie stars you could be working with. Tom Cruise? Meryl Streep? Harrison Ford? Before you could get too excited at the thought about working with any of these stars, someone who you hadn't even thought of caught your eye from across the room. A tall dark skinned man with beautiful black curls. "There he is!" Bill exclaimed in excitement as he embraced the man in a tight hug. "Glad to see you brought our guest back in one piece!" The two men shared a laugh before they both looked at you. The doe eyes man was flushed red as he extended his hand to meet yours, visibly shaking. "Its a pleasure to meet you. I'm Michael Jackson! Thank you for being here!" As you shook his hand you couldn't help but laugh "Oh I know!" Your shared eye contact with Michale made your body warm. Relax, It's just a client. Be professional. When you followed up with your name, Michale couldn't help but steal your joke "Oh i know! I saw your work in Vogue and knew you would be perfect." Your mouth opened to speak but you were interrupted by the sound of another calling Michael's name. A taller man with shaggy brown hair walked in your directions. He was well dressed in a fitted suit holding a folder with an array of papers. "Michale. miss..." He softly spoke your name, apologizing for his interruption. He glances between you and Michael before just looking at you. "Thank you for being here on such short notice, Michael was admit that we book you and I'd love to tell you more about what exactly you will be doing." Suddenly everything felt fine, no more stress, just you and a star that you have loved for years. "Im very grateful to be here and get to work!" You clasped your hands together, smiling at John and Michael.
"So this is the studio. You'll be working on strictly the makeup for the backup dancers along with Michael. I'm aware you have your own tools so you are more than welcome to use those, but we have plenty of supplies if you need more..." Before John could finish the tour of the studio, he glanced down at his watch to check the time. "Please excuse me, I have a meeting in five minutes. Michael, you can take it from here." John quickly pushed past the two of you and then out of sight. The room all of a sudden felt much much smaller. Turning towards one of the vanities, you placed down your bag and began to unpack. From behind, you could hear Michael pacing and humming an unfamiliar tune. "So im still unsure on what exactly im working with..." As you spoke, you turned your body to face Michael, placing your hands on the edge of the vanity behind you. Turning his attention to one of the chairs, Michael sat down. "It's for my new album. The lead single is going to have a music video..." his voice trailed off. You hummed in approval, still looking at him. "Can I practice?" your tone of voice immediately caught Michael attention "What?" with raised eyebrows, the dark skinned man finally made eye contact with you since John left. "Like the look. What exactly is your vision for your make up?" Michael stood back up, fumbling in his pockets and pulled out pictures that had been messily ripped out of a magazine. "Well, it's almost like a horror movie." One picture in particular caught your eye, it was from last year's Fangoria magazine. It was a zombie, with dark under eyes, and very prominent bone structure. You watched as Michael's fingers brushed through some of the other inspo pics, taking his time to mention what exactly he liked from each picture. Before he could finish talking, you snatched them out of his hands. "And this- hey!" You grabbed some tape out of your makeup bag and began tapping them around the vanity mirror, studying each one carefully. "Sit," Even turned away, you could just sense the redness spreading across the man's face from your verbal command. When you turned around, Michaels eyes were on you. "Well I think i need to practice, is that okay zombie-boy?" Michaels eyebrows raised at the nickname "I, um yeah that's fine." A smile darted across your face. "Great!" You carefully began to raise the chair so you could be at eye level with your beautiful canvas. You studied his face for a second before pulling supplies from your bag.
As time went by, you couldn't help but but catch Michael staring at you as you focused on applying the makeup. Even when you turned your back to him to get more eyeshadow or foundation from the vanity, you would look up into the mirror to see him staring. When he first got caught, he let out a small cough before quickly looking in the opposite direction, you would be sure to never let that down. "You know Michael, I don't bite. You don't have to be so shy." Your head tilted as you began to work on the darker areas below his eyes. "Im not." He would quickly rebuttal the red still visible even under the makeup, leaving you no choice but to laugh. "Then why do you blush when I look at you?" You pulled the eye liner away from his skin as you awaited an answer. "I dont know what your talking about..." Tilting you head back straight, placing your hands on your hips. Michael let out a sign, realizing you weren't going to continue the look unless he gave you an honest answer. "Okay fine...Is because I... find you very beautiful." Your heart jumped at his words. "As I flipped through that magazine and finally saw your biography page...and saw your picture, and of course your work, I knew you were perfect..." a pause "for this job! I mean for this job! Not for like any-" Michaels frantic clarifying words made you shake your head and laugh "Whatever you say zombie-boy"
The following minutes were far from boring. You had finally flirted your way into breaking Michael of his shy nature. In just those few minutes, both of you spoke as if you had known each other your whole life. "Okay Michael" finally able to speak after laughing so much, you moved out of his view of the mirror so he could see the final look. "What do you think? Don't worry, I can take criticism" Michael was in awe. His delicate fingers rose to his face. You were unsure if he liked it or not. shit. he hates it. Your heart was racing. Why isn't he saying anything? You looked down in the floor in defeat. Then, he finally spoke your name. "Its amazing." Your focus on how much he "hated it" made you miss the fact that he had turned his attention to you. For the first time since you meet, he was the one who caught you blushing. When you finally looked up, Michael was smiling and shaking his head. "Now who's the shy one?" The room instantly bursted into laughter. Both you and Michael were so inthralled by each other you didn't hear John walking down the hall calling your name. When John did walk in, he had an oddly concerned face. "What are you two doing?" His words caused the laughter between you to stop momentarily as you both looked at John. When you turned back to Michael to regain eye contact, the laughter picked back up. John didn't even bother saying anything and just walked out in disbelief.
You already knew that this was far better than any Vogue issue with your name on it...
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