₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ kiku. 22. she/her. sagittarius. lover of the arts. grad student. michael jackson only

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pairing: !1988grammys m.jackson x !popstar reader

synopsis: after winning best new artist at the 1988 grammys, you catch the attention of one very shy michael jackson. unfortunately for him, you've also caught him staring.

this was written all over the place since my mind couldn’t stay on track, but i hope you enjoy! inbox is always open for chats or requests!

also, this is the dress that was on you! i saw it on pinterest and needed to use it haha

it was the 1988 grammys, and you had spent the entire ceremony convincing yourself you weren’t going to win. every time someone wished you luck, you smiled politely and said thank you, but deep down you’d already accepted that the award was probably going to somebody else.

now imagine !m.jackson x !reader making their relationship public at studio 54. you had a gorgeous, short, sparkly, tight dress on, with red bottom heels (courtesy of michael gifting them to you). the entire room seemed to stop when you walked in together, hand in hand. michael’s hand moved over to your waist, and it never left. he was proudly keeping you close as cameras flashed from every direction. every time the lights caught your dress, he would smile to himself, completely distracted by how beautiful you looked.

ִֶָ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚ in the closet rec. | michael jackson ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚

imagine !m.jackson x childhoodbestfriend!reader during the recording of "in the closet."

michael had spent days trying to find someone to record the female vocals, but nothing sounded right to him. every singer who came in and recorded the vocals was good, but none of them matched the voice he heard in his head and what he was trying to express. michael would listen back, sit quietly and stare off into the distance, and then ask for another recording take. with the deadline approaching to finish the song and studio time running out, his frustration was starting to show; he was completely over it.

that is how you ended up getting a phone call in the middle of the night from michael.

"please sweetheart, i need you” he would plead on the phone. you already know, he opened those big dough eyes and was pleading at you through the phone to do it.

"michael i can’t, im not a singer"

"come on angel… just one session. if it's terrible ill never ask you again."

you agreed, only because michael was your childhood best friend, and you knew that recording and making songs was literally his passion, and you wanted to help him.

the second you walked into the studio, michael was there, sitting down and looking at the notebook that was one the desk, he looked up and smiled his iconic smile, the ones that would make your panties drop. he looked relieved.

"there’s my angel. finally, you’re here" he teased. he motioned for you over with two fingers and you walked over to him. he grabbed you by your belt, hoops, and then wrapped a firm arm around your waist, making you sit down on his lap.

"don’t start."

"you just saved my life. how can i ever repay you?” he stared in you’re eyes. you then looked away briefly since eye contact with michael gets you really nervous.

you rolled your eyes, but his grin made it hard to stay annoyed at him. you moved away from him, and his hand that was resting on your waist grazed the plump of your ass. you blushed and moved to the recording booth.

what was supposed to be a quick session stretched through most of the day. michael was sitting behind the mixing desk with a notebook full of ideas, stopping every few minutes to adjust how you were singing.

"a little softer there."

"okay, now more sensuality for that lyric."

half the time during the recording, the two of you were laughing more than working. at one point, the recording stopped entirely because michael couldn't get through his instructions during the “if it’s aching you have to rub it” part of the song. michael kept on asking you to redo that part specifically. when you would redo the part and add sensuality to it, he kept on getting turned on by how you were singing a lyric, and he had to “go to the bathroom”.

"that's it." he sprang up from the desk, walking over to you in the booth.

"really?" you said, a blush forming over your cheeks, watching michael stride over to you with a grin on his face.

"this was exactly what i heard in my head."

he immediately grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his chest, moving both of his hands to your ass. you wrapped your arms around his neck and just leaned into him. for a moment, neither of you spoke.

you had known each other your whole lives. before the records, the tours, all of it, so watching him get excited over something you had helped create felt different somehow.

for the rest of the session, he kept finding reasons to keep you around. every time you started packing up, he'd remember another section he wanted your opinion on, another playback you had to hear, or another story he hadn't finished.

soon enough, it was 2 am and it was just you and michael left in the studio. he invited you over that night, and you quickly agreed. let’s say both you and him spent a ton of time together and no sleep happened.

okay but imagine dancing with !m.jackson at studio 54. sweaty bodies are everywhere, and the music is blaring unbelievably loud, but you and michael are lost in each other’s eyes and dancing like you are the only two in the room. he keeps on pulling you close and making out with you while dancing, and you giggle and keep on backing away. he pulls you close by your belt loops, looking you up and down while biting his lip, leaning down into your ear and whispering, “i can’t wait to take these off you later baby.”

thinking about !m.jackson x !secretary reader having a onesided beef with michael, but him always teasing you and getting you flustered. you didn't dislike him when you first started working for him, you just found him irritating.

the first time you met him, you'd spent the entire morning organizing paperwork for a meeting. everything was sorted perfectly, and every folder was where it needed to be, but michael walked in and somehow knocked over the stack of folders within the first minute.

you give michael a blank stare and he stared back.

"i can fix it, just give me 10 minutes."

he could not fix it in time for the meeting, and you were scolded by the higher ups. after that, things never improved on your end. for some reason, michael loved showing up at your desk or calling you for little mundane tasks that he could simply do himself. you would be trying to work and suddenly there he was, leaning against your desk.

"what are you doing?"

he knew what you were doing, since he assigned the task for you; he just wanted to bother you and find a reason to show up and look at you.

he was constantly distracting you as well. you'd be in the middle of answering emails, and he would start talking about a movie he watched last night, a song idea, or some random fact he'd learned on tv that he think that you should know too. half the time you weren't even sure how he ended up in your office. 

it got worse once he realized how easy it was to make you flustered. all he'd have to do was lean over your desk and suddenly you couldn't remember what you were typing or even thinking.

after spending most of the day getting on your nerves and teasing you, michael managed to leave a surprise at your desk. sitting there was a sketch of yourself. it was such a beautiful drawing, but he'd chosen to draw you looking about ten times angrier than you normally did, and underneath the drawing were three words with his signature.

"she's mad again."

you looked around the room as if he might magically appear and explain himself. you smiled and folded the paper and slipped it into one of your desk drawers before anybody could see you smiling at it like a fool.

after that, little notes started appearing everywhere on your desk. sometimes it was a doodle, a silly joke, or it was just michael finding another excuse to bother you.

after a while, other staff started noticing patterns between you and michael. it started with little things, such as michael walking into the meeting room and, before doing anything else, he'd ask if you'd gotten there yet. he'd always seem to notice you weren't around.

the people around you both definitely caught on before you did. especially when michael started looking entirely too happy with himself whenever he got you to laugh. and he was always trying and it didn't matter if you were stressed, busy, or trying to finish something important. if he managed to get even the smallest smile out of you, he'd act like he hit the lottery.

"there it is sweetheart." he would tease

"what?"

"that smile."

you immediately roll your eyes, which only made him laugh harder, and that was probably the moment everybody figured it out that he liked you because no one spends that much time trying to make somebody smile unless they really like them. michael wasn't exactly subtle about it either.

imagine model!reader attending one of michael's concerts. no matter how many people are in the audience, he always manages to find you. you'll be standing in the vip section, completely focused on the show, and somehow his eyes still drift over to where you are almost always. sometimes it's only for a second, and other times he'll catch you singing along or dancing and end up smiling without even realizing it.

the problem starts when somebody decides to approach you. at first, michael doesn't think much of it. people talk to you all the time. it's normal. you’re a world famous supermodel, beautiful, friendly, and easy to talk to. he's seen it happen before, but this guy doesn't seem interested in having just a quick conversation; he looks like he wants to get in your pants.

every time michael glances toward the vip section, the guy is still there, either talking, laughing, or standing a little closer than necessary. you don't seem uncomfortable though. if anything you're just being polite. but from michael's perspective, all he can see is some stranger taking up your attention for most of the night. suddenly he finds himself looking over more than he should, especially during a concert.

by the end of the show, his team have already figured out what's going on. they tease him about his jealousy, which makes michael blush and brush his team off.

as soon as the show is over, he's already asking around for you, and when he finally finds you, he's significantly more affectionate than usual (even though he's literally always showing you affection).

his hand finds yours almost immediately, squeezing it tight and rubbing the pad of his thumb across your knuckles. it's a subtle feeling, but it's there, and the second you're alone together you bring it up to him.

"you were jealous." you tease, while michael shakes his head, curls falling over his face.

"i wasn't jealous."

you raise an eyebrow while he tries not to smile, but he fails completely.

"maybe a little."

the confession is enough to make you giggle, especially when he looks embarrassed for admitting it and when a blush dusts his cheeks, you couldn’t help but to pull him by his belt loops and give him a big kiss. michael knows you aren't going anywhere, but he just hates watching other people try to get your attention when all he wants is to spend time with you himself, and if that means holding your hand a little tighter for the rest of the night, he's not sorry about it, youre his baby after all.

imagine !m.jackson x actress!reader both having such busy schedules. between filming, recording, rehearsals, interviews, and all, there are days where the two of you barely get a chance to see each other, so michael and you really treasure the days you guys have at home together.

one of your favorite things to do together is baking. neither of you are paying much attention to the cinnamon roll recipe, so it usually turns into a mess and somehow the two of you always spend more time laughing, giving each other kisses, lingering touches, and sweet and sensual whispers in the kitchen than actually baking.

when you both are done baking, you'll curl up together on the couch and put on an old charlie chaplin movie. michael has seen them hundreds and hundreds of times, but he still laughs at the same scenes.

he always sits as close to you as possible, an arm around your shoulders or your legs draped across his lap. sometimes he'll play with your fingers while watching the movie, rubbing your upper thigh, or even rubbing your manicured feet, completely content just having you there beside him.

thinking about !m.jackson x !popstar reader meeting each other while they were recording at the same studio.

everybody knew who michael jackson was, so of course you'd heard stories about him before. some people made him sound intimidating; others swore he was the nicest person alive. you never paid much attention to any of it until you met him yourself, which happened completely by accident.

you were leaving a session when a studio door opened and there he was. notebook tucked under his arm, looking just as caught off guard as you were.

"oh, sorry," he laughed and smiled at you.

that should've been the end of it, but instead, the two of you ended up talking for almost an hour.

michael was surprisingly awkward. once he got comfortable, though, he loved to yap. one minute he'd be talking about music, the next he'd be explaining disney movies, bubbles, or some random fact he learned three weeks ago. you couldn't help but find it endearing and you were immediately attracted to him.

after that, you started running into him all the time. you'd walk past a studio and hear his laugh. he'd poke his head into your sessions just to say hi. sometimes he'd sit around while you were working and somehow turn a five minute conversation into an hour long one.

when he asked if you can help record vocals for "in the closet," saying yes was probably the easiest decision ever. working together felt easy since there was never that awkward stage where you were trying to figure each other out.

most days you'd finish recording and then stay. the music would be done, everybody else would be heading home, and the two of you would still be sitting there talking about music, touring, childhood memories. sometimes about absolutely nothing and just random stuff.

michael started getting a little too happy whenever you showed up. he'd spot you walking into the studio and suddenly whatever he was doing didn't seem as important anymore. pretty much everybody noticed except the two of you. or maybe you both noticed and just didn't want to say anything.

by the time "in the closet" was finished recording, michael wasn't looking for reasons to work with you anymore. he was looking for reasons to see you.