#manager!michael jackson

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   0.7k, fluff ) manager!michael jackson x fem popstar!reader<3

       a soft gasp leaves your lips as michael lightly pinches the skin of your thigh. "hold still," he instructs for the fourth or fifth time, carefully adjusting your lacy, white garter before trailing his fingers down to tug up your sheer stockings. the entire outfit is cupid themed, a combination of pinks, whites, and golds that your manager has kindly agreed to help you put on properly. "there we go," he finally coos as he tucks the edge of your right stocking underneath that single thigh garter. he lets his hand rest in place, the pads of his fingers running warm against his skin, before he lets go.

michael doesn't stand. he keeps himself on his knees, gazing up at you. the skirt's already in place, short enough to show off the intricate pattern in the stockings along your legs but just long enough for it to still be considered innocent. "and to think they wanted you in something shorter," he muses aloud, glancing at the ends before reaching out once more to nitpick, "hm. let me see..." his fingers run along the material once more, then move to your waist; all you can do is watch, eyes focused on the black hair that covers his head, the ever-alluring slope of his nose, or maybe the pink of his lips. for your own sake, you never stare at any one feature too long. "does it feel okay? doesn't itch or anything?"

"no, michael, it's fine," you reply, shifting restlessly before you catch yourself and go still again.

"eager to move, hm?" he remarks, "just let me check one more time, okay, pretty girl?"

pretty girl... oh, how he makes you melt!

the man that you're in love with publicly, the ken doll your label handed to you and demanded you play with, has nothing on the man you're in love with privately. at least, not right now. not when michael's so close and your supposed boyfriend is so far (mildly busy with recording sessions for his upcoming album). it's ironic, how your most recent album is about love and now you seem to be caught between two loves that you're equally unsure about. one was built for publicity but sparked into something more, something you actually enjoy. the other? your manager, who's too busy muttering about the shade of pink your top is to notice that you're staring directly at his mouth. so much for not staring at any one feature!

"this isn't the shade of pink you wanted, is it? i recall it being a bit brighter." the words finally reach you once he speaks up a little. michael pulls back, standing up and brushing off the knees of his suit-pants. "i'll have that handled for you."

"it's okay," you manage, blinking a bit before recentering yourself into the present moment, "really, it's..." you take a quick peek at your own shirt, noticing immediately how the darker pink clashes with the aesthetic of the outfit. it was fine on the rack, blending in, but on your body? it's a bit too edgy for the whole cupid theme. "actually, no, yeah."

your manager just chuckles as you change your mind, "no worries. same shape, just a lighter pink. i'll label it as urgent; it'll be in before you even start your rehearsals later this month."

"thank you, michael," you reply, nodding your head.

he grins, "anytime, pretty girl."

your heart flutters, and you chastise yourself for it. you've got no clue that michael's doing it purposefully, testing the line to see how much he can get away with. as soon as michael realized that distancing himself from you when you wasn't an option (you'd missed his presence too much, a fact that always makes his dear heart race), he leaned into the opposite direction. pretty girl's been successful, and baby, too, so long as he uses it sparingly. all the touching seems to be marked as platonic. inviting you over for dinner doesn't seem to raise any red flags for you, either.

so you've got a boyfriend. what does that matter? have you ever listened to his songs? with all that you let michael get away with, it won't be long before he's telling your alleged "boyfriend" that you're actually his girlfriend.

want more manager!michael?

michael "i'll turn ur boyfriend into the side nigga" jackson... immediately loved this prompt and felt i had to use it in this way to showcase what popstar!reader's relationship w michael wld be like in this era of hers. idk it's very "do u want a young nigga ridin' on a four wheeler or u want a grown man who can drop pole in u???". i like writing popstar reader bc she's lwk a mess... i like to think she's less romantically attached to her "boyfriend" and more like platonically attached and shes just confusing it but she wants michael bad ughhh she just needs to journal i think that wld save her. anyways. ok like subscribe and stay tuned <3

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   0.7k, fluff ) manager!michael jackson x fem popstar!reader <3

i'm imagining this occurring after reader's first ever album... it's a huge hit, making you an overnight sensation. concerts are planned right away! "drag him to her nail appointment" oh baby, he's the one who suggested the nail appointment! while trying on your stage costumes, you happened to glance at your nails, thinking about painting them at home. still unused to the amenities sudden fame provides, you keep quiet, making a mental note to yourself to handle it later in the week. little did you know, your manager, michael, made a mental note, too. note to self, take her to get her nails done.

the look you give him when he reminds you that the label can pay for your nails to be done as part of costuming is priceless. it's this gorgeous mix of both embarrassed and excited, sheepish and eager. your smile, small and shy, grows exponentially when michael offers to set up an appointment for you. "i'll join you," he adds all-too-casually, brushing some hair from his face, "just to make sure everything's proper. you know, that the nails match the outfits, that the appointment doesn't run long, that you're safe..."

michael really shouldn't be entertaining his crush on you like this, but he can't seem to help it. the two of you walk in together, both sporting chunky shades, and are sat side by side. his eyes are focused on your hands as the young woman working begins to check them over. he almost misses the way several other women have gathered around to peer at him.

"just a manicure," you say to the lady in front of you, "umm... pink. can i see your shades of pink again?"

"yes, miss," the woman replies, nodding her head before leaving to find one of the store's color palette books.

"you could have had an industry professional, if you wanted," michael points out as the lady walks away, nodding towards your hand, "there's no price limit to costuming."

it's such a bold lie that even you catch it, giggling and shaking your head before replying, "i've always gone here. i usually go for one of the colors i've memorized, but i wanted to see if they had any better pinks. something light, like the pajamas i wore in that one promotional photoshoot, remember?"

the promotional photoshoot, michael thinks... the one where michael first realized he was crushing on you, enjoying your attention far more than a manager should. "yeah, i remember. it was a beautiful color on you... very good for the promotional material."

the woman eventually returns, offering the palette book to you and watching as you search through the pinks. once you found a shade you thought was suitable, you told her the color and let her start working. meanwhile, michael sits right beside you, keeping you entertained through conversation.

correction: for about five minutes, he's able to sit beside you and converse. it isn't long before an older woman comes over hesitantly, asking quietly for his autograph. of course, he says yes. he's never been one to deny a fan, really. after that initial woman comes another, and a line soon forms by you and michael. people with half-finished sets of nails, people with nail tools still in hand, and even some of the workers from the pizza place next door; everyone's eager for an autograph.

a brunette woman around your age approaches shyly, smiling. "can i have your autograph, too, when you're done? i loved your album."

"me?" you glance over to michael, cheeks warming.

"yes, you," michael laughs a little, "go on, answer."

"yeah— yes, yes, i'd love to," you reply to the woman, nodding your head, "if you don't mind waiting, i'd love to. thank you."

"thank you, thank you," the fan squeals, beaming.

it's surprisingly calm, though that might be because security stands outside of the nail salon, now, making sure everyone behaves. michael called them in after a couple autographs, not for himself but for your sake. he hums, his right hand moving automatically to print his signature as he talks to you once more.

yes, he watched you get your nails done. yes, he still asks to see your fingers when you're done, gently taking hold of your hand and letting his thumb brush lightly along one of your knuckles as he admires the color paired with the tone of your skin. "looks good," he nods, releasing your hand, "let me pay, and then we can go." what? you really thought the label was paying? well, they probably could, but michael prefers to take care of you all by himself. always has, always will.

want more manager!michael?

ok this was very cute, very mindful. i don't have much to say, i just wanted to write something cute for reader & manager!michael so i went w first era/album bc yay and fun and fluff!!!! ugh this was rewarding for me, just a cutesy piece.

off topic, does anyone here do pilates or yoga? i do both, i try to balance my chronically online time with time for my body but oh my fucking god my pilates flow today killed me. genuinely like i can feel my butt and abs while im typing this <//3 im gonna have a snatched fall bc its TOO hot for me to be out this summer but good lord. yeah i'll be writing for reqs before work today bc my hands are prob the only part of me left that can still function right now. working out has to be a form of masochism or something im so serious someone research this.

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   moodboard ) manager!michael jackson x fem popstar!reader: while taking a break from music, our little popstar has found herself enjoying the finer things in life (her kids, her husband, and her stardom) <3

want more manager!michael?

cws: some of them get suggestive/nsfw but it's nothing detailed!

the relationship begins . . . debut album / hold the phone! era:

reader's new pr boyfriend poses a problem . . . 2nd album / miss connection era:

michael when it comes to ur pr boyfriend btw:

touring while loving on & off . . . 3rd album / honestly, era:

established career, established relationship . . . intermission/break era:

want more manager!michael?

author’s note )        this was just for fun, i think it's all pretty cute/silly, don't read too hard into it LOL. if i do this again in the future, i'll prob just do one or two eras at a time to fit more images in. i kind of like showcasing the story, though!

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   moodboard ) manager!michael jackson x fem popstar!reader: with the release of miss connection, her second studio album, our little popstar has realized that love is more than something to simply sing about <3

want more manager!michael?