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𝓶. jackson - chicago

model!reader, in kansas city for a photoshoot, annoyed with her drunken cheater husband. history!michael, on the way to chicago for a meeting. ᢉ𐭩 infidelity, mentions of alcohol abvse, seduction, making out, implied freaking, single childless mike, age gap, any race female reader, romance, angst – wc 1.6k , shelf

december, 1997. kansas city, missouri.

the blinding light of the camera flashes, the loud voices yelling over top of each other, screaming and trying to get your attention. "look this way!" "over here for us, please!". the occasional "we love you!".

you hid your eye rolls behind sunglasses, your head ducked and palm covering your face as you were escorted from the limousine into the hotel. you hated the paps, hated how you were treated like some exotic zoo animal rather than a human being with a heart and feelings. being a model was not for the weak.

the stay at the alameda plaza hotel was only for two days, a pause in the chaos of trying to get from one place to another for this stupid runway. why was it thought that you could make it across the country in such little time? honestly, your management team needs a management team.

you settled into your hotel room just fine. the eleventh story, a private balcony with a big bed. perfect. you spent the entire afternoon doing absolutely nothing. why would you, after running around plane to plane for the past two days?

however, despite being close to exhausted, you did want to go down to one of the popular clubs in the city. what better way to unwind than drinking and dancing with a bunch of sweaty strangers.

just as you got up from reading a fashion magazine on the comfortable love chair, your cellphone rang. a loud, obnoxious sound that completely burst the bubble of relaxation you'd managed to slowly build up.

you groan, turning and trudging towards the annoying thing. a pause, a deep breath, a recollection, then a fake smile as you pick up the phone.

"hello?" you ask in the most polite way you could manage.

"baby, hi. i's just callin' t'make sure you landed safe." your husband's slurred voice crackled low through the speaker of your phone. you squeeze your eyes shut, pinching the bridge of your nose for a moment before plastering a fake smile on. what a drunk.

"hi, darling. yes, i landed just fine." you assure, the sweetness in your tone sickening, but he was too intoxicated to catch it.

"tha's good. i got the nanny babysittin' the girls, an' i miss you. wish you were here." he murmured. you wondered if he actually knew what the hell he was saying. this wasn't the first time he called you, drunk off his ass talking about how much he missed you. he never paid attention to you at home, too busy either sleeping or talking to unknown people on the phone.

you'd honestly given up on caring. he could cheat all he wants. you'd gone well past the point of being bothered by how long he spent on the phone, how late at night he'd come home, high on three different substances.

you married him at the age of only twenty, when he was twenty-nine. now, eight years and two beautiful daughters later, what you thought was a fairy tale of true love had rotted and poisoned, more than snow white's apple.

after a particularly dry, one-sided conversation on the phone, you hung up with a half-hearted goodbye. the interaction had given you some sort of energy boost, which sent you straight to the bathroom. a quick touch up of your hair and makeup before slipping into a cute sparkly dress and matching heels was the last thing you remember before you're already out the door. your sunglasses were on, head down as you made your way to the elevator.

—

flashing strobe lights, loud music. the smell of alcohol and sweat. awesome. just what you needed.

you weave past some people who were already drunk in the early hours of the evening. you purchase a cocktail, something simple to try and quiet down the hustle and bustle of your mind.

tucked away in a quieter corner of the room, you sipped your drink, eyes trained on the floor beneath you. a soft voice broke the silence of your mind, making you glance up for the first time in a few minutes.

"hello," the voice spoke. "i noticed you seemed a little... tense. you look like you need a conversation." the man, just a few inches taller than you, stepped into the way of a green strobe light that caught his face. underneath the fedora and the wet curls, you instantly recognised his face.

"what's your name?" michael asks, leaning against the wall. your brain immediately kicks into gear. too fast, because you're just about to blurt out something insane before you stop yourself. you've got one shot at this, and you better not blow it. best to play it safe.

you give him your name with a charming smile, relaxing your body completely. you were definitely a big fan of michael jackson. who wasn't? but right now, you had to play dumb. you couldn't scare him off just yet.

"oh..." he hums softly, tilting his head in though. his eyebrows furrow as he searched your face, a hint of recognition flitting across his features. "i've heard of you. you're a runway star." he smiles finally. he honestly seemed a little surprised you'd even looked his way, containing his nerves perfectly.

you nod. "yes, i am. i'm flattered you recognise me, i've heard your music once or twice. i must say, you're a very talented man, mr. jackson." he chuckles shyly, glancing away. "thank you."

"so why are you here in kansas city?" you ask, attempting to strike up a conversation. "not every day a big star like you hangs out in a club."

he laughs again, shaking his head. "i've just wrapped up my tour." he explains. "i was here for a meeting, and i'm off to chicago in two days for another, so i thought what better way to relax than..." he mumbles, gesturing around at the club. it was obvious he didn't like talking about himself much.

—

after the conversation began to pick up slightly, you found yourself tucked under his arm, sitting at a booth. you'd had just a few drinks, slightly giggly and definitely relaxed. you leaned into his side, your fingers playing with his, as his hand rested on your shoulder.

"it's just so hard sometimes, you know?" you sigh, glancing down at the table before you. "i mean, having kids while being a busy single mom who's also constantly in the whirlwind of fame. i have two daughters, elizabeth, who's eight, and genevieve, who's six. i've raised them the very best i can, i really have. but... i just feel so incomplete with no man in my life."

michael listened to your story, nodding sombrely as you rambled. "hey, no, i understand. well, i try to, definitely. i mean, i don't have children myself, but i get where you're coming from. it must be hard to juggle fame, children, and being single all at once." he rubs your shoulder tenderly, his touch feeling incredibly intimate.

your mouth turns up in a half-smile, your eyes holding a sparkle of genuine sadness for a moment. you sigh again, snuggling up even closer into him. "you know..." you start, your voice dropping to a low, velvety whisper as your lips ghosted his ear. "i really feel like you do understand me, michael. you're making me feel really special, and i appreciate that. you're such a good conversation partner..."

a soft shiver runs through him as the breath of your words graze his face, feather light yet heavy with meaning. he chuckles softly, turning his head to face you and look you in the eyes.

"you can talk. i swear, you have to be an angel sent from heaven just for me." michael replies, his gaze genuine and tender. his eyes flicker from yours to your lips, which were only a breath away from his.

now's your chance. the window is wide open, right there. jump before it slams shut.

you lean in, closing the short distance and capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. his breath stutters for a moment before he's into it too, his other hand coming up to grab at your waist.

the kiss turned into a minor make-out that lasted only a couple of minutes, before he finally pulls away with a breathless laugh. he's looking away, his cheeks tinted a soft pink. he shyly glances up at you through his eyelashes before he looks away again.

"um... what time is it? i don't want to get back to my room too late..." he murmurs slightly awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "where are you staying?" you ask softly, hand resting on top of his.

his eyes go down to where your fingers brush over his knuckles, before meeting yours. "oh, the alameda plaza. it's only a few minutes from here."

bingo.

a smirk breaks out across your face, you suppress it before he can catch it. "floor number?" michael's eyes widen for a split second. "eleven..." he mumbles, slightly dazed.

a giggle escapes you, and you squeeze his hand. "that's my floor number too..." your fingers trail up his arm, giving his forearm another squeeze. "perhaps you'd like to come visit...?" you bat your eyelashes playfully.

michael is silent for a moment, mouth half open with unspoken words running through his mind, waiting to be spoken. "y-yeah... i guess so..." he smiles, offering his hand as he stands up. you take it with a grin, knowing you'd definitely just somersaulted through that window.

—

the elevator doors shut with a ding, michael blindly fumbling the 11 button on the panel, his focus on your lips entirely. he had you pressed up against the wall, his hands politely exploring your waist and hips.

stumbling out of the elevator into the hallway, you drag him to your room. with a lock of the door, he was yours.

big sigh i love this song yay! this is lowkey just waffle buttt >:) also in this he’s obv not married and he’s childless soo yurrr

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𝓶. jackson - only you

the tabloids love to talk about the age gap between actress!reader and mature!michael, but he’s focused on how jealous he is of how much your co-star seems to like you ᢉ𐭩 est relationship, age gap, any race female reader, fluff, angst if you squint – wc 0.6k , shelf

michael jackson, a singer whose glory days of fame and fans never ended—they just got quieter. kind of.

aside from being constantly recognised wherever he went, whether in airport lounges or expensive hotel lobbies, his life was pretty relaxed now.

the frantic juggling of tour dates, performances, interviews, and recording sessions were somewhat behind him. his latest album, released six years ago, did very well and all. people have started to move on from the moon-walking legend, the king of pop.

that was until the tabloids found out about you.

a young, pretty, successful actress. five oscars at just twenty-five years old. paparazzi wherever you went, fan mail daily from men who would never get a chance with you. you'd been a hot topic in hollywood for a few years now.

but that day a few months ago, when photographers captured you getting into a black suv with none other than michael himself, turned that "hot topic" into a scandal engulfed in flames of ridicule, shock, and controversy.

"he's old enough to be her father!" "the way he looks at her, you'd think he'd found heaven itself." "she wants him for the fame, it's obvious!" "they're so in love, it makes me want to cry and throw up at the same time."

the contrast of the comments you heard almost gave you whiplash. the tabloids loved counting the years between you, almost as much as they loved counting the digits that came in as the stupid papers sold rapidly.

you almost thought it was funny. you didn't care about what they had to say. you knew it was real, and nobody could tell you otherwise. even when you and a male co-star had seemingly gotten particularly close while filming. he flirted, gave you charming smiles, which you politely ignored with an awkward laugh.

arriving home after a particularly gruelling interview with said co-star, you found yourself in the kitchen, glass of red wine in hand. you can barely take one sip before you felt his presence behind you.

"funny," michael murmurs, setting a novel down on the counter of the marble-top island as he took a seat on the bar stool, his back to you. "didn't know you were into hollywood douches like him."

you laugh, not only because it's ridiculous, but also because he's genuinely annoyed.

"mikey," you turn, leaning back against the cool stone counter. "you know how irritating i find him. he means absolutely nothing to me." you take a step toward him, your hands going to rest on his stiff, broad shoulders. you lean down slightly, your soft lips brushing the shell of his ear in a whisper. "especially when i have you."

michael relaxes under your touch, the tenseness draining from his shoulders almost instantly. "you're acting like i chose to work with him." you say with a quiet roll of your eyes that he can't see.

he sighs, turning the stool around to face you. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down to sit you in his lap. "i'm sorry..." he murmurs, burying his face in your hair. he inhales deeply, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. "i don't mean to be controlling."

you smile, moving your hands to the side of his face to make him look up at you. "you aren't being controlling." you assure softly, looking into his eyes that sparkled with a tiny hint of shyness. "you're just being a caring partner. you know how much i love you, and i wouldn't trade you for anything in the world. understood?"

a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, but he manages to suppress the grin that threatened to break out across his face. "yes, baby. understood." he replies in a hushed murmur.

i had this idea while listening to amy winehouse i need to write something inspired by me & mr jones asap

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𝓶. jackson - shy around you

how thriller!michael acts around assistant!reader due to his little crush ᢉ𐭩 any race female reader, nothing but fluff and a very obvious crush – wc 0.3k , shelf

thriller!michael — who needs to be near you at all times. during meetings? sitting right beside you. during breaks while filming short films? hanging around where you are. he’ll always be sure to subtly touch your hand when you give him a glass of water, or bump his knee against yours while sitting next to you.

thriller!michael — who will always ask for your opinion on literally anything. you like to watch him dance when you have nothing else to do. “does this look right?” “move my hand to where you think it looks better.” or when he’s about to go on stage to perform. “fix my makeup for me, please?” “i like the way my hair does whatever it’s doing right now. do you?”

thriller!michael — who loves to tease you. ding dong ditching your hotel room, knocking before escaping down the hallway in a fit of giggles. playing with your hair, fluffing the crown or flipping a piece over to the wrong side. you shoo him off with soft laughter and warm cheeks, making him grin sheepishly.

thriller!michael — who likes to show off for you. when you’re in the recording booth, just watching, he’ll lock eyes with you while singing. he’s a joker, obviously, but for some reason he’s even funnier when you’re around. he looks at you when he laughs, liking the way your eyes light up and your face brightens.

thriller!michael — who gets very shy when you talk to him. even though he tries to pretend that he’s confident around you, he’ll always manage to stumble over his words or say something embarrassing. he rubs the back of his neck shyly as you giggle at him, feeling his cheeks burn.

thriller!michael — who enjoys giving you little playful compliments every now and then. “i like what you’ve done with your hair today.” “i like that colour on you, it’s stunning.” “you have really beautiful hands, i’ve just noticed.” very random, yet flustering compliments. you give a shy smile, managing a quiet ‘thank you’ before glancing away.

yes this is a repost but i’ve returned and rebranded! headcannons are so fun to write, should i do more?

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𝓶. jackson - masterlist

requests are welcome! i will not write for anyone else, nor will i write anything explicit. every !reader fic i write, i write with any race female in mind :) i do not condone the use of ai or anything of the sort! standard dni !! ᢉ𐭩

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