summary - alternate universe: you are chosen to be the model for "the way you make me feel" music video. you have a crush on michael, of course because who doesn’t. and michael starts to crush on you. (michael x model latina reader)
content - slow burn, oblivious flirting, mention of y/n
thank you @bl00d0nthedancefl00r for the idea to write this, ily diva
What you thought was going to be another ordinary day, ended up being the day you would get the best news of your life.
It was just another warm summer day. You were laying in bed reading a magazine. There was a soft breeze coming through your window causing the curtains to flow up slightly. “Human Nature” was playing on the radio that sat on your dresser.
“[Your name]! There’s a call for you!” Your little sister, Sofia, shouted from the kitchen.
You quickly ran down the stairs and grabbed the phone.
“It sounds like someone important on the other line.” She continued.
“This is [your name].” You spoke softly.
“Hello Miss Perez, this is Mi-” The voice was soft and sweet. A voice that was completely unmistakable for you..
You gasped softly as your heart began to pound uncontrollably, “M-Michael Jackson.”
Sofia whipped her head around to look at you, her eyes widened. WHAT? She mouthed.
He chucked softly, “yeah. I wanted to reach out myself to tell you that I want you to be the model for my music video.”
You had to stop yourself from jumping up and down, you needed to wait until you were no longer on the phone with him to start freaking out. “Oh my goodness, thank you so much. This means so much to me.” You responded.
“You were the best there, I’m very excited to work with you. You left your address with the information you provided, right? ” He said, his voice was so gentle.
You blushed, “I’m very excited too. And yes, it’s all there.”
“Perfect, someone will be picking you up at your house. I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Perez.” He responded.
“S-see you tomorrow, Mr. Jackson.” You stuttered.
He giggled softly, “Bye.”
As soon as you put the phone back on the receiver, you leaned up against the wall. You couldn't even bring yourself to speak because you were so shocked. Your hands were shaking and you could barely feel your legs.
Sofia skipped over to you, “MICHAEL JACKSON WAS ON THE PHONE?”
You nodded slowly. “I’m going to be in his music video.” The words basically floated away as you said them.
Her eyes widened, “OH MY GOD!!! THAT’S AMAZING!” She put her hands on your shoulders and shook you gently to bring you back to reality.
“They’re sending a car for me tomorrow. Sof… I am going to be Michael Jackson’s love interest in his music video.” You responded as you looked into her eyes.
You both squealed in excitement. You couldn’t believe it was happening. It was a dream come true. Trying to get a good night’s sleep was going to be completely impossible.
The morning sun peeked through the curtains as you walked over to open them. You pulled your hair up into a clip. Before you sat down at your desk to do your makeup, you grabbed your dance clothes and shoes and shoved them into a small duffle bag.
As soon as you sat down at your desk, Sofia flung your bedroom door open, you genuinely thought she was going to take it off the hinges. “Oh, you’re awake.” She giggled softly.
You laughed, “I’ve been up since 6… how could I possibly still be sleeping when something amazing awaits me?”
She plopped down on your bed and cuddled your teddy bear into her lap. “I can’t believe my super cool big sister is going to be in Michael Jackson’s music video!”
Your heart started to race like it did yesterday. You stood up from your vanity and walked over to the closet. “I’m so nervous.” You mumbled.
“What? [Your name], you’re going to be great! They picked you because you’re perfect for the part!” She assured you.
“Girls! Come get breakfast!” Your mom shouted from downstairs.
“I don’t even know if I can eat right now.” You groaned.
Sofia giggled as she hopped up and put her hands on your shoulders to gently push you out of the room. The smell of warm tortillas traveled up the stairs as you walked out into the hallway. It made your stomach grumble slightly.
You inhaled the smell, “or maybe I can.”
“Ooh, mamá brought out your weakness.” Sofia teased.
As soon as you got to the kitchen you saw the plates waiting for you at the dining table. She smiled at you as you sat down.
“Mija, are you excited?” She asked, as she took a sip of her coffee and grinned.
“Yeah…” You muttered under your breath.
“Well that was convincing,” She raised an eyebrow at you.
“She's shy, mamá.” Sofia responded, her mouth slightly stuffed with food.
“Sofia, don’t talk with food in your mouth,” She leaned her back up against the counter and took another sip of coffee. “Shy? You? [Your name,] you’re never shy when you’re on that stage.”
“Ma… This is Michael Jackson.” You responded, butterflies were forming in your stomach.
“Yes, I know, Michael Jackson. You have a crush on him and he’s perfect.” She rambled.
Sofia giggled to herself.
Your eyes widened, “mamá…”
“He’s a human being just like you, and I’m sure he’s very sweet. Just treat him like one of your friends!” She replied, shrugging her shoulders slightly.
“Treat who like one of your friends?” Your dad questioned as he walked into the kitchen.
“Michael Jackson!” Sofia exclaimed.
He nodded, “mija, you’re going to do great! You’ve been working so hard for an opportunity like this!” He spoke, pouring coffee into his mug.
The tips of your ears began to feel hot and a warm sensation traveled from your chest to the rest of your body. Your heart began to pound so hard you could hear it in your ears.
“Thanks pa… I should probably keep getting ready.” You stood up from the table, took your plate in the sink and walked up the stairs to your room.
Sofia sprang up from her chair, “Oh! Let me help!” She exclaimed as she ran after you.
You pulled out a pastel short set from the closet and held it up to show your sister. “How about this?” You asked.
She laughed, “you’re kidding.”
Your face was completely serious. You crossed your arms and sighed.
“Oh… You’re not kidding.” She responded.
You raised an eyebrow at her, “what’s wrong with this? It’s cute.”
She shook her head, and got up from the bed. “[Your name], you’re about to meet with Michael Jackson and you want to go dressed as a preppy school girl.” She teased.
She started to shuffle through your closet, “You’re a model and a dancer! You have to look fiiiine for your man!” She laughed.
You felt like your face was on fire, “he is not my man…” You mumbled.
She turned back to look at you and laughed, “whatever you say.” She handed you a pair of high waisted jeans and a white crop top.
Your eyes widened, “you want me to wear this crop top without a body suit over it?”
She shrugged, “what’s wrong with that?”
“Sof… I wear crop tops to work out, not to go meet with important people like Michael Jackson.” You responded sternly.
“Well you’re going to change into dance clothes anyway! This is just what you’re wearing to get there. You need to take a chill pill, you’re going to look great! Now go!” She said, forcing you into the bathroom so you could change.
Despite Sofia being younger, she was much more outgoing when it came to fashion. Your styles were very opposite from each other, and you always saw her as the cool girl.
As soon as you came out, you wanted to curl up and hide your body. You hated the idea of showing off your stomach, especially when it came to something so important. You wanted to be professional.
Sofia took you by the wrist and dragged you to your mirror, “You look so good!” She then pulled a light jacket from the closet and handed it to you, “and I’m sure Michael will think so too.” She winked.
You shook your head, “Sof, this is something I see you wearing.”
She laughed, “I know, which is why I think it’s a good idea for you to try it out! Be the girl that you are on stage! My super cool big sister.”
You grinned as you pulled her in for a hug, “you’re my best friend, ya know that?”
“I better be.” She teased as she squeezed you tightly.
You looked at yourself in the mirror one more time and took a deep breath. Suddenly, there was a honk that came from outside. Your body got tense. “Oh God.” You whispered.
She peeked out your bedroom window that overlooked the main road. “Mysterious car I’ve never seen before. It must be for you.” She smiled excitedly.
Your eyes widened, “but… I’m not ready!”
“Yes you are!” She grabbed your bag and your hand to drag you down the stairs. Once you made it to the front door, she kissed your cheek, “it’s gonna be okay, wicked even! Oh, and take this off.” She said as she took the clip out of your hair.
“Good luck, mija!” Your mom shouted from the dining room.
“You can do it!” Your dad exclaimed.
You bit your lip and stepped outside. There was a person dressed in black waiting outside of a black Cadillac Seville. As you got closer, he opened the door for you. “Miss Perez?”
You nodded, “y-yes.” You turned back to look at your sister. She smiled at you and waved goodbye.
He smiled, “My name is James. I’ll be driving you to the rehearsal.”
“Hi James,” You grinned, “You can call me [your name], you don’t have to use my last name.”
He nodded slightly and closed the car door behind you.
The windows of the car were completely polarized, if anyone even tried to look in the back window they wouldn’t be able to see you. It made you feel like a celebrity. The drive felt shorter than you expected, but maybe it was just the excitement building up inside you that made it seem that way.
Once you arrived, James came around the car to open the door for you.
You smiled up at him as you got out, “thank you James.”
“My pleasure.” He responded.
You made your way towards the entrance of the building. You were excited but your body was tense, almost frozen in place. The nerves were getting to you.
“You can do this.” You whispered to yourself.
The door handle was cold, it sent a shiver through your body even on this warm summer day. You quickly found the bathroom so you could change into your dance clothes.
As soon as you walked into the rehearsal room, everyone turned towards the door. All eyes were on you now. You were met with the other dancers there. Along with the choreographer Vincent Paterson who would be working alongside Michael. The director, who you already met, Joe Pytka was there. Even Michael’s sister Latoya was there with 2 other women who were supposed to be part of your group in the video. The only one you didn’t see was Michael.
Your chest suddenly felt heavy, almost as if the air got knocked out of you. “Hi...” You said softly under your breath.
“Hi!” Everyone greeted you very warmly. The nerves slightly started to ease up. The environment in the room was very inviting.
You heard footsteps come up behind you. “Miss Perez?” There he was. His unmistakable voice.
You turned around to face him, his brown eyes traveled from top to bottom then deeply into your eyes. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach going insane.
“Mr. Jackson.” You spoke quietly.
He laughed, “oh, please call me Michael. Mr. Jackson is my father.”
You nodded, “um, well, you can call me [your name.]”
He held out his hand, “it’s very nice to meet you, [your name.]”
“It’s… It’s nice to meet you too.” You shook his hand.
You both lingered in that moment. His warm hand held onto yours, neither of you broke eye contact. You were getting lost in his brown doe eyes. You studied his face, still in shock that you were there to be the model for his music video.
He bit his lip. “We should get started.” He spoke softly, still unable to take his eyes off of you.
“Right.” You spoke under your breath.
Once again, the nerves came rushing back. But you had to be brave, you had to show off. Prove why picking you was the best decision. Sofia’s words lingered in your mind, “be the girl that you are on stage!” You needed to stop being such a nervous mess off stage.
Michael explained his idea for the video. He wanted the model to act uninterested in him while he was trying to pursue her. A challenge of course, but doable. You were there to dance and act like you didn’t want him. Eventually, he would win you over. Now that would be even more doable. You only ever dreamed of moments like this.
The music began to play, and you got into your part. Strutting across the room while Michael chased after you. The nerves were gone now, you were playful. Michael kept his eyes on you, he was completely hypnotized by you.
Though it wasn’t obvious to you, it was definitely obvious to everyone else, that Michael was completely drawn to you. His heart was racing just from being close to you. He was attracted to your floral perfume and the way your hair fell down your back. He couldn’t keep his eyes from traveling up and down your body.
After some hours of rehearsing, Michael called a wrap for the day.
“So… Does anyone want to go to KFC?” Michael asked.
“Oh I’m starving, count me in.” One of the dancers responded.
Michael looked over at you, “[Your name], would you like to join us?”
Everyone’s eyes were on you again. Your cheeks were burning.
“Oh that would be so fun! You should definitely join us!” Latoya exclaimed.
You smiled shyly, “yeah, sure. I’d love to.”
“Perfect,” Michael said, grinning so sweetly.
You were swooning, and you were hoping no one could tell but it was definitely obvious. “I just need to find a phone so I can let my sister know.” You added.
“Oh I saw one out in the hall.” Another dancer stated.
“Thanks,” you smiled and then made your way out to the hall.
Meanwhile in the rehearsal room, Michael asked everyone’s thoughts on how it went.
“It’s going well, Michael. I think we picked the right girl.” Vincent Paterson spoke, “she has the perfect look and she’s doing really well.”
Joe Pytka nodded in agreement, “this video is going to be great, I’m confident.”
The other dancers agreed and showed excitement at having you around. It made Michael happy to know that they made the right choice.
Latoya got close to Michael and nudged him, “you’re attracted to her aren’t you?” She whispered.
Michael raised an eyebrow at her, “Toya, stop…”
She giggled to herself, “oh I knew it from the moment I saw you shake her hand.”
He huffed and shook his head as turned to face the mirror so he could dab the sweat from his forehead. His heart was beating like a jackhammer hitting cement. It had been a while since Michael felt this way about someone.
Out in the hall, you ran over to the bathroom to change into your other outfit before calling home. You quickly picked up the phone and dialed your house number hoping your sister would answer fast.
“Sof!” You exclaimed in a whisper.
“Hey! How’s it going?” She asked.
“It’s great, I called to let you know that we’re going out for food. Can you tell mom and dad please? Just in case I get home a bit later than planned.” You replied.
“Ooooh, Michael asked you out.” She giggled.
You blushed again, your face was hot, “stop it, we’re all going.”
“Well that’s no fun.” She groaned. “But that’s not what I’ll be telling mom.”
You laughed softly, “Oh my God, don’t even think about it. I’ll see you later, Sof.”
When you hung up, you turned around to start walking towards the door and you saw Michael waiting for you at the end of the hall. He was looking down at his feet but quickly looked up in your direction when he heard your boots clicking on the white tile floor. The look on his face when he saw your outfit made you panic, you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. Maybe your outfit was a bad idea. Actually, you knew it was a bad idea. You shouldn’t have let Sofia convince you to wear it. To you, Sofia’s outfit choice was a bad idea but Michael… He loved it.
He smiled, that beautiful perfect smile of his, “Is everything okay?”
The panic went away when he smiled. You nodded, “yeah, all set. I just wanted my sister to know where I would be so that she could tell our parents. I know it’s not very late but I like to let them know where I am.”
“That’s sweet. You must be a very close family.” He grinned softly as he looked deeply into your eyes.
“We are, my parents always joke that my little sister and I are twins. We’re basically joined at the hip.” You giggled.
Michael’s smile never faded and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He held the door open for you, “you’ll be riding with me and Latoya, if you’re okay with that.”
“Okay.” You spoke softly and smiled.
As soon as you walked outside you noticed that Latoya wasn’t around. The only one waiting at the car was Michael’s head of security. “Bill, where’s Toya?” Michael asked curiously.
Bill opened the back door of the car, “she left with the other girls, she said you wanted to ride alone.”
Michael’s body got tense as he let out a deep breath, “of course she did…” He mumbled to himself as he got into the car after you. “Sorry about Latoya, I don't know where she got that idea.”
You smiled and shook your head, “don’t be sorry. It’s fine.”
“I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable that it’s just us, I’m n-” He looked away.
You cut him off, “I’m not uncomfortable…” You didn’t know what got into you but you rested your hand on top of his.
His breath hitched in his chest as he glanced over at you, his brown eyes gleamed in the soft sunlight.
You were actually in disbelief. Outside of the rehearsal room, Michael’s energy was different. He was shy. At that moment, you thought of what your mom said to you. Michael is a human being just like you. Maybe you and Michael were more alike than you thought.
The KFC that you arrived at had to be closed down for just your group so that no one would form a crowd around Michael. But that didn’t stop them from forming a crowd outside of the KFC. As you were about to pay for your order, Michael offered to pay for you.
“No, I can’t let you do that.” You shook your head as he was already pulling out his wallet.
“Please, I insist.” He said, as he handed the cashier a $50.
Heat rose to your face as you looked into his eyes, the way they twinkled made your heart flutter. You couldn’t believe someone could be this beautiful, and Michael felt the same way about you. But this relationship with Michael needed to stay professional. He hired you for a job and that’s what you were there for.
You walked over to the tables and Michael immediately took a seat next to you. Your thighs touched as soon as he sat down and it sent a spark through you. He smiled but you quickly glanced away. The sound of your heart pounding in your chest drowned out everyone’s voices. It was impossible to focus on anything. You were so caught up in him being next to you. The way your thighs touched, how he smiled at you, and the way he made you feel.
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