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Content: In which, after your multiple music successes, the Michael Jackson calls your phone
A/n: inspired by the multiple stories of celebrities hanging up on Mike LMAOO
It hadn't been long since you started your career—maybe a year? But who was really counting anymore? You sure weren't.
It all started with your first successful music video that caught the attention of the viewers at home. It was everything they wanted at the time. It was fresh, funky, and best of all: danceable.
It didn't take long for your song to be played all over the place. MTV, radio stations, malls, grocery stores, clubs—anywhere you could think of, your song was there. By this point you'd developed a loyal fan base, eager to see if the next song you put out could top the last one, and as expected, it did.
Fast forward to today. Your schedule was tight. Interviews all day and you were exhausted, feet aching from the heels that caused the heels of your feet to become tender and sore from the constant running around. To be honest, there was nothing you wanted more than to be left alone with the light hum of the air conditioner and sheets that seemed to engulf you completely.
That thought was disturbed by the sound of the phone ringing, a heavy sigh slipping from your lips as you stepped onto your already sore feet.
“Hello? Who is this?”
Complete silence.
"Um."
Confused wasn't even the word at this point.
"Hello, this is Michael"
The voice was soft and familiar, yet you couldn't put your finger on it.
“Michael who?”
“Jackson”
Click.
Your fingers moved faster than your brain could comprehend, and just like that, you'd hung up on Michael Jackson. There were few thoughts that ran through your mind as you processed what exactly happened.
'No way, I just hung up on Michael Jackson. Wait, no, that definitely wasn't him. No way, that was definitely his voice, but why could he be calling me?'
It didn't take long for the phone to ring once more. Cautiously you pick up the phone like it might bite you if you touched it, leaning back like you were afraid of what, no, who was waiting for you on the other side.
“Hello?” Your voice was much smaller than when you originally answered the phone.
"Y'know, I really like your music, it's great."
Part of you wanted to hang up a second time, because there was absolutely no way. It was hard to even form a proper sentence given the circumstance.
“Uh, t-thank you, it means a lot coming from you."
“You're welcome! I'm sure you have a busy schedule coming up, but keep up the good work."
And just like that it was over. You blinked rapidly, wondering if this was real. Hell, were you even real?
⤷ Otw!Michael, who loves to scare you just to see your face as you playfully swat at his shoulder.
⤷ Otw!Michael, whose favorite thing to do is dance with you. Whether it's around the house in the early hours of the morning or late at night when his family finally settles down.
⤷ Otw!Michael, who spends hours daydreaming of you, making little doodles of you in his notebook with some of his demo lyrics next to them.
⤷ Otw!Michael loves it when you stay up late with him, your fingers running through his fro, gently detangling it.
⤷ Otw!Michael loves to introduce you to the exotic pets he has, teaching you how to properly handle them and giving you some fun facts with each animal he introduces you to.
⤷ Otw!Michael loves you being in the studio with him because it motivates him even more.
⤷ Otw!Michael who nudges you in the middle of the night just to share something he thought about randomly.
⤷ Otw!Michael, whose eyes light up when you mention that you love the sound of his album.
⤷ Otw!Michael, who talks for hours about the music he wants to make, the person he wants to be, and the fans he wants to have, all while holding your hand, his fingers pressed tightly around your own.
⤷ Otw!Michael, who absolutely adores you, often gifts you random items that remind him of you or leaves strategically placed notes for you to find.
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.
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⋆.𐙚 ̊ Imagine Michael after a long day of taking care of Prince and Paris
Michael, with his hair all messy and pajamas disheveled after a long day of taking care of Prince and Paris. His eyes were heavy, and his brain was foggy with the sole thought of getting even a wink of sleep, but that wasn't happening with two kids constantly tugging at his sleeve, or his pants, begging for something sweet before bed, their small giggles somehow brightening the small, dimly lit room.
It was a sight that you'd seen on more than one occasion, yet every time it never failed to make you giggle.
“No, Prince, no cookies before bed." His voice was firm, yet still held that soft tone as he ran his hand through his already unruly hair.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Imagine watching thriller! Michael recording The lady in my life
Pairing: Thriller! Michael x reader
A/n: not my best work, but I was so eager to get this out my head, so sorry in advance (𖦹﹏𖦹;)
It wasn't unusual for Michael to bring you in the studio with him. In fact, you were always there, carefully soaking in every bit of his singing from your usual spot inside the vocal booth. Even outside of the studio, his mind never quieted down, the ideas of new songs plaguing his thoughts while he made a desperate attempt to sleep.
“Q, I-I really can't, I'm too shy." His large hands flung to his face, hiding the heat that was pooling behind them, before pulling them away, his eyes darting towards your usual spot in the corner, through the glass that separated the two of you from Quincy.
"C'mon, Mike, you have to beg; really feel it." Quincy leaned back in his seat, his pen doing a seesaw motion in between his fingers.
“I'll try, just once, but we have to close the curtains and dim the lights too, if you could."
It didn't take long for his request to be fulfilled, as the once bright studio lights dimmed down, the curtains drawn tight, enveloping the room in a comforting darkness.
Michael took one deep breath, the instrumental playing softly in his ear, the lyrics slipping past his lips. At that moment, he didn't sound shy. He sounded like a man who knew exactly what he wanted and was desperate to have it, like he was longing to have you and only you. His voice sounded raw and heavy with a vulnerability he'd only show you.
"Lie back with me.
Let me touch you, girl.
Lie back with me.
All over, all over, all over
All over, all over, all over
All over, babe. Woo.
You're my lady.
You're my lady, babe."
There was a moment of silence. The room felt weighed down with a sense of desire and passion once he was done. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling as he slowly took his headphones off as Quincy pulled back the curtains, a wide grin plastered on his face as he clapped his hands together, approving of the take.
“Now that's it, Mike! That's what I'm talking about."
Hii ! My name is Riah and I'm 18 ◍˃ᵕ˂◍ I'm not new to writing fanfics, but I am new to writing fics for mj, so excuse me if it's not perfect ! I love writing, listening to music, anime, manga, and anything pink !
A few of my fav mj songs are:
The lady in my life, Carousel, Free, Baby be mine, give into me, Off the wall, Butterflies, and Money !
Without being said, feel free to interact with me or come in my inbox just to chat ! (๑¯◡¯๑)
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