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Warnings: fluff, public affection, teasing, married couple behavior, michael being shy and emotional, reader making michael blush on national television
before anybody asks
this is NOT a michael jackson x beyoncé fic. the reader is just inspired by 90s/2000s beyoncé aesthetics because it fit the vibe i imagined while writing 💓
Michael had embarrassed you first.
That was the defense you kept repeating to yourself backstage while your stylist adjusted the sparkling microphone in your hand.
Because how were you supposed to act normal after your husband stood on stage in front of thousands of people and sang Heaven Can Wait directly to you like the entire world wasn’t watching?
You still remembered the way the audience had screamed when the cameras cut to you in the VIP section beside Katherine and Janet. Michael had looked directly at you the entire performance, smiling that soft, devastating smile that always made your stomach flip and made you tingly.
His brothers had teased him for weeks.
“Boy was about two seconds away from jumping in that VIP section.” Jermaine had not let him live that down.
Now it was your turn.
And Michael had absolutely no idea.
The lights dimmed slowly inside Madison Square Garden, the crowd screaming as your name echoed throughout the arena.
Michael sat in the front row tonight instead of backstage for once, dressed in all black with gold accents, hands folded together while he smiled proudly toward the stage.
Your husband always looked calm before your performances.
At least until you started singing.
The second the opening notes of Speechless filled the arena, Michael’s expression changed instantly.
Janet, sitting beside him, slowly turned her head.
“Oh, she did not,” she muttered under her breath, already grinning.
Because Michael knew that look on your face.
You stepped toward the edge of the stage slowly, eyes locked directly onto him.
And suddenly the King of Pop looked terrified.
The audience noticed almost immediately.
The giant screen flashed to Michael in the crowd just as you sang the first verse softly into the microphone, your voice smooth and emotional.
Michael blinked before pointing at himself like he genuinely wanted confirmation.
“Me?” he mouthed.
The audience screamed.
You smiled without missing a note.
Yes, him.
Only him.
By the second chorus, the entire arena was losing their minds because Michael Jackson, the Michael Jackson was visibly blushing in the front row.
He tried hiding his face behind one hand while laughing shyly, shaking his head every single time the camera zoomed in on him.
Which only made the crowd louder.
“Oh my God,” Randy laughed from two seats away. “You can’t even look at her.”
Michael leaned forward, covering his mouth while smiling helplessly.
“She’s doing this on purpose,” he mumbled.
Janet nearly died laughing,
The worst part?
It was exactly like his performance
You kept walking closer.
By the bridge of the song, you were directly at the edge of the stage nearest his section, singing the lyrics so softly they almost felt private despite the thousands of people surrounding you.
Michael looked completely speechless.
Actually speechless. (get it ??)
The same man who could control entire stadiums couldn’t even form a sentence now.
All because his wife was looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky.
The camera caught him pressing his hand against his chest while smiling down at the floor shyly.
And that clip would unfortunately follow him for the rest of his life.
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Backstage afterward was even worse for Michael.
His brothers were crying laughing.
“I have NEVER seen a grown man blush that hard,” Tito said.
Jermaine pointed toward Michael dramatically. “Camera caught you fighting for your LIFE, I'm glad that's on recording.”
Michael groaned loudly while you laughed against his shoulder.
“You did it to me first,” you reminded him sweetly.
Michael looked down at you, squinting his eyes, trying and failing to hide his smile.
“That was private.”
“You sang to me in front of thousands of people.”
“That’s different.”
“It literally isn’t.”
Janet wiped tears from her eyes. “No, because the way this man started blushing--
“Janet.” Micheal interupted her
“I’m serious! You looked like you were about to pass out!”
Michael buried his face in your neck while everyone laughed harder.
“You all are very annoying people, I don't even know how I'm related to y'all,” he mumbled.
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A few days later, the concert clips went viral everywhere.
The interviewer was already grinning before the question was even asked.
“So…” she started carefully. “Your wife serenaded you on stage the other night.”
Michael instantly covered his face with one hand.
The audience erupted laughing.
“Oh no,” he muttered.
The interviewer laughed harder. “And you were caught on camera blushing through basically the entire performance.”
Michael shook his head immediately. “I was not blushing.”
The giant screen behind them immediately displayed a freeze-frame of him looking completely flustered while holding his chest.
The audience screamed.
Michael stared at the screen in betrayal.
“You all are evil people,” he said weakly while laughing.
The interviewer grinned. “People online are calling you two the most disgustingly in-love couple in music history.”
Michael tried to answer seriously.
Instead, he smiled.
That soft smile.
The one he only got whenever somebody mentioned you.
“Well…” he said quietly. “She makes me speechless.”
And somewhere backstage, you nearly passed out hearing that.
(shit i would pass out too) not my best but im slowing easing back into it guys, i missed writing.
I’m speechless i saw a carboard box in the bathroom and I was like. “Ok why the fuck is that here? What did the cats do?” The truth was worse and more scary than I could image.
It wasn’t an empty carboard box. It was a heavy chewey box my roommate orders. Pickles somehow lugged that to the bathroom and CHEWED THEOGUH THE CARBOARD AND THEN CHEWED THROUGH THE FOOD BAG to get to the cat food inside.
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