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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 SUMMARY: After watching Michael share a moment with Diana, you're left wondering if you've ever truly had his heart.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Michael Jackson x Selena!Reader

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢TRANSLATION: "Dirty Diana, No Te Lleves a Mi Chico": Dirty Diana, Don't take my man. "Nada": nothing

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢A/N: Well hello there.... hahahahaha, I had too much fun writting this, why did I feel betrayed? It was real to me HAHAHAHA, honestly this was a fun experience writing, I've read a lot fics in which Diana appears so i wanted to do my take on it honestly. I hope y'all liked and I also hope this doesn't make anyone cry from how bad it was. Also if you want to be tagged in any of my future works please let me know.

The bright stage lights marked a beautiful contrast with the dark cold night, the noise from the fans outside, accelerating, despite the fact that tonight wasn’t one of your concerts. You could feel the adrenaline in you starting to run through just from the anticipation from seeing your boyfriend perform out there. You loved seeing Michael perform, there were no words to describe it. As of now you were waiting for him to come out of the dresser and him getting ready to show up on stage. Well not before having your little moment with him in which you hugged and looked each other in the eyes. 

The little trance you were in was abruptly interrupted by the voice of someone whom you disliked. 

“Oh well hello there, I didn’t know you were coming here to see Mike.” Diana said with a polite fake smile plastered on her face as she looked you up and down with her eyes, a subtle gesture you knew too well. “Well, why wouldn't I be here? I am Mickey’s girlfriend afterall.” You said as you looked at her in the eye with a tight lip fake smile on your face as you tried to contain every ounce of you from pouncing on her. You knew who the woman was and what she meant to Michael, you also knew about some of the weird relationship “mentor-apprentice” dynamics that they had. “Yeah, that’s right… I just keep forgetting that you are.” How that line made your blood boil, you shook your head softly as you were about to open your mouth and say a comeback, Michael saw both of you from afar and decided that it was the moment to approach both of you. 

“Sweetheart,”Michael said as he looked at you with a smile and kissed your cheek, and then he looked at her. “Diana,” he smiled softly and she reciprocated with the sweetest smile known to man. “Hi Mike,” you almost scoffed when you heard her sultry tone as she looked at Michael with a fire behind her eyes. You couldn’t help but look at Michael and then at Diana, the heaviness in your chest had started to grow. “Well I gotta get back to the tent, I can’t miss any little detail of your performance, dear.” Diana said keeping up the sultry tone in her voice as she placed her hand briefly in Michael’s arm, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes on her hand. She made her way out of the backstage and towards where the tent was, you couldn't help but let your eyes follow her with a small frown in your face, what you failed to notice was that Michael’s eyes had done the same thing too. 

The expression on your face changed as you turned to look at Michael trying to keep the thoughts out of your mind, keeping everything at bay. Michael looked at you with sweet eyes and a smile so bright that could’ve melted any other, he wrapped his arms around tightly before he placed his forehead against yours. The silent bubble burst the moment one of the people on his team had signaled him to go over on stage to which he nodded, looked at you one last time, gave you a peck on the lips and ran off. 

From backstage, you watched him perform all night, dancing and mouthing the lyrics to every song. You had always been his number one cheerleader. As the show neared its end, the band suddenly went quiet. Michael looked over at them and gave a small signal. The musicians exchanged hesitant glances before nodding. The heaviness in your chest started to grow as the anxiety vibrated through your mind and into your body. Then the first tunes to the song started, and you knew damn well that intro. Your fingers curled into your palms until crescent-shaped marks formed against your skin. Dirty Diana. 

You closed your eyes trying to take deep breaths in as the song proceeded, you felt the need to calm yourself down and keep everything at bay. There was no need to show her your emotions despite the fact that she wasn’t there with you, you didn’t want her to get the satisfaction of her getting a rise out of you. You opened up your eyes and looked at Michael as he sang, so into the lyrics not even looking back at you as he usually would, you swallowed the lump that started to form on your throat. In that moment you saw it, Michael looked at her. He didn’t move his eyes from her. For Diana, of course she looked at him, with those eyes. 

You couldn’t keep on watching it felt like your personal living hell, so you just left. As you made your way out of backstage slowly, you found Bill. The only thing he could do was give you an apologetic look and offer you a ride home as he knew Michael would stay and talk with Diana. 

As you sat in the car, you rested your forehead against the cold window, watching the streetlights blur together as the city passed by. You couldn't stop thinking about every little moment you had shared with Michael. But more than that, your mind kept drifting back to every interaction between him and Diana, from the very first day you met her. 

You remembered it vividly, that night was the very first night you had gone to club 54 with Michael, of course at the time you were still friends. You remembered the bright lights and the music, the people dancing on the dance floor to the beat of some song, but what marked the night was her, Diana. Her sultry voice when talking to Michael and the dismissive tone she had when Michael introduced you to her as his friend. “Diana, I want you to meet my friend, she is one of the greatest musicians in her genre, she is also one of the best songwriters in Spanish and English." You extended your hand for her to shake and for her only to look at it. “Nice meeting you. Oh so you're a singer too? How cute.” She said with a sly smile as walked over to Michael. She leaned in and told him something that had made him blush and giggle. The moment Diana backed up she winked at him and left, you couldn’t help but swallow the thick lump that formed on your throat as you watched her leave. 

As you pulled the keys to open up your apartment’s door, it felt like your mind was on auto-pilot, omitting the little details of the night so that it could only survive a bit longer without it crumbling all into tiny pieces. You opened up the door slowly, stepped inside and closed the door behind you. The distant rumble of Bill's car slowly faded away as he drove back toward the stadium, back to where your Michael was, well… was he ever really yours? You slipped off your shoes and left them by the door, not bothering to turn on any lights. Piece by piece, you could feel yourself coming undone as you made your way through the apartment, until your feet carried you into the bathroom. Your hands immediately went to your face as you dragged them across it, finally looking in the mirror. 

The woman staring back at you from the mirror looked exhausted. Her eyes were red, her makeup slightly smudged, and for a brief second all you could think about was the way Michael had looked at Diana. You didn’t even try to hold everything as tears fell down your cheeks, every piece of decorum and self-control you had chipped away slowly throughout the night as you watched every little interaction and every look unfold. Your knees gave out beneath you. You slowly slid down the bathroom wall until you were sitting on the cold tiles, hugging your knees against your chest as sob after sob shook your body. The silence of the apartment only made it worse, and the mirror across from you reflected every crack you had tried so hard to hide.

The final notes of the last song rang throughout the stadium as Michael smiled brightly at his fans, “thank you all!” He said as he ran backstage to get back to you and have a little rest before leaving. But before he could his team had immediately surrounded him."Amazing show, Michael."  

"You were incredible tonight." He smiled politely, thanking everyone as they spoke over one another. 

"Mike." The moment he heard Diana’s voice he turned around and saw Diana standing there looking at him with a smile on her face. "Couldn't believe my eyes seeing you out there.” She said as she started to approach him slowly making the distance between them even smaller. “I almost didn't recognize that shy little boy I used to know. Michael laughed softly, shaking his head. "I'm not that kid anymore."

“Nah you are not, you grown.” In that moment the sound faded softly as they started to talk, the thought of finding you had gone to the back of Michael’s head. 

For a moment he stopped. Then, almost instinctively, Michael looked toward the place where you had been standing. His smile faded, he looked again. You weren't there. He excused himself away from Diana leaving her a bit dumbfounded by the sudden change of heart. Michael’s eyes kept scanning the room looking for you. "Have you seen Y/N?" A few people shook their heads as they looked at him. So he started walking faster and kept on asking. 

"Has anyone seen my girlfriend?" Still nothing, as if you had disappeared from the face of the earth, nowhere to be found. The uneasy feeling that had started to grow in his chest quickly turned into panic as he couldn’t find you, and in that moment he found Bill, near to one of the exits. "Bill, where is she?" Bill looked at him for a second before letting out a quiet sigh as he shook his head softly at Michael. “She went home, Joker." Michael looked at him confused at first, wide eyes and then the frown took over his face. “What do you mean?” He said in a stern voice trying to keep his cool which was proving to be more than difficult at the time. Bill only looked at Michael, disappointment could be read in his eyes as he looked directly into Michael’s. “She watched the whole thing.” In that very second Michael’s expression faltered. “The song... the way you looked at Diana... “ Michael’s stomach dropped. "No... Bill, it wasn't like that." 

"Maybe not," Bill answered. "But that's not what she saw." Realisation hit Michael hard in the face, because if he looked at it from your perspective it felt as if he was… he didn’t even want to think about it as every little interaction replayed in his mind. He realized what an idiot he was, he was so stuck on wanting to impress Diana and prove himself that he completely forgot about you and how you could’ve viewed the whole thing. "Oh God..."  Michael placed his hand against his forehead and dragged it down his face. "Bill, I need you to take me to her.” Bill nodded.

 The car ride was quiet to Michael’s dismay as he watched the window of the car, hand over his mouth, knee bouncing in anticipation. Michale’s thoughts were taking over him that he didn’t even notice the fact when they had already arrived until Bill signaled him. He had opened the door and sprinted towards your apartment. He knocked once. Then twice. "Sweetheart?” Nothing, no answer. "Please..." Silence, nada. "I know you're in there." The apartment stayed quiet, Michael rested his forehead against the door. "Please don't do this... please talk to me." You had collected yourself some time ago and made yourself a cup of tea, hoping you could at least get a little sleep that night. “I know you are in there, and if it takes me all night to see you I’ll wait out here for you. All day. All night. Hell, I’ll stay here for a week if it means that i get to talk to you, please let me fix this…” 

Michael had spent the rest of the night sitting in the cold tiles of the floor with his back against your door, hands in his face, trying to hide the puffiness that had taken over his eyes from crying. If you weren’t gonna open the door he would wait for you all night, all day, hell even all week, so that he could talk to you and see you again. He couldn’t lose you, specially because he did the stupidest thing ever knowing how you felt about Diana. He only wanted to prove he wasn’t the kid that Diana once knew. 

The moment you opened the door Michael fell with his back to the floor, he was looking directly at you. “We need to talk. There is breakfast for you inside if you want it.” The moment Michael heard your voice, he smiled softly and the fact that you offered him breakfast despite everything left a tiny little hope on him. “This does not mean we are on good terms… yet.” Michael smiled in relief as he stood up and closed the door behind him as he followed you into the kitchen. He was ready to beg and more for you, because he couldn’t lose you. You were his muse, his safe place, the person he wanted to come home to after every show. And standing outside your apartment door, Michael realized that none of the applause from thousands of people could ever make up for losing you. He would fix everything. It was a promise.

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢SUMMARY: Michael only wanted your opinion on a song… he forgot to mention it was written about you. Also based on this request by the lovely @katgojo

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢Michael Jackson x Selena!Reader

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢A/N: Sooooo I'm back... writer's block hit me like a truck honestly specially yesterday, man I miss Michael a lot as if I knew him personally, (just me being parasocial). Anywayssss sorry for how long this has taken me to write again I really hope y'all enjoy it and like it, hopefully this isn't bad and makes you want to throw up. Actually as I was writing this I could feel how sugary this is, this is literally pure fluff. Also if y'all want to be tagged or added to the taglist please let me know and I'll add ya.

The quiet comfortable silence enveloped your body and Michael’s, he guided you through the studio, the lights dimmed enough to leave your body buzzing in anticipation. You could feel the nerves rolling out of Michael’s body as he held your hand in his sweaty one, lightly gripping yours every now and then. He had called you late into the night, 12:37 am to be exact, not that anyone was counting; he wanted you right here with him in the studio. 

“Hi, angel face,” the words dripped into your ear as it was pressed to the phone. “Hi Mickey…” you said as you could hear Michael chuckle lightly from the other line. “Come to the studio as fast as you can. I need you here… I need… I need some help with a song…” Michael bit his lip and gripped on the phone lightly the cord getting tangled from him pacing around the studio. “I thought you finished already…” Michael scratched his neck lightly trying to come up with something. “Yeah I thought so too but Q said it needed a little more…” “Oh well I’ll be there in 30. Just let me get dressed.” 

You couldn’t help the nervous tick of playing with your hands and twisting with your fingers as you sat on the studio floor waiting for Michael as he pressed some buttons on the sound board. When he finally stood up you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, the build up of anticipation was killing you and unknown to you it was killing Michael as well. Michael wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans as he sat next to you on the floor. “Just listen to this…” Michael nodded to himself as if he was trying to reassure himself of what he was doing. Every thought on his head raced as he kept on looking at you and admiring you. He observed the way your hair glowed under the studio dimmed lights, the way your eyes started to shine when the tune of the song started and hit your ears, the way you moved your head lightly to the rhythm. He watched every little feature of you, how brows twitched as he patiently waited to see your reaction to the first line of the song. 

Then Michael’s beautiful voice hit your ears, “I don't need no dreams when I'm by your side, ooh-ooh,” you bobbed your head up and down as you attentively listened to lyrics on each line and verse wanting to understand what he was conveying and saying on each of it. The pressure on Michael’s chest kept on increasing as he kept looking at you, nerves growing each second. Trying to keep his thoughts in a straight line which conveyed to be impossible as questions and what if’s raced through his mind like a formula 1 race. 

Michael wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh nervously or bang his head against the soundboard as he kept observing your face, your expression neutral giving him absolutely nothing on what you were thinking about and it was killing him. “Can you hear it okay?” He just wanted to break off some of the silence that was silently adding more weight to his chest. “Yeah…” You said with a quick nod turning to look at Michael giving him a soft smile and then turning your face to look straight trying to keep your composure as the heat rushed through your neck. Michael nodded as he kept on looking at you offering a shy smile the heat in his neck had risen up to his cheeks as he thrummed his fingers in his jean clad thigh. 

“Girl, I need to hold you,” as you heard the line the thoughts on your mind had turned blank, you had never heard Michael sing something like that despite that both of you almost every time you were in the studio, you both resided together. No thoughts. Just pure shock of hearing Michael liked that, you liked hearing this side of him but it couldn’t help the ache that started to settle in your heart from who the song could be directed at. 

On the other hand Michael was sweating already, the nerves in him had become anxiety as he kept on lying next to you thinking what to do or say. Every little second to him had turned into hours of pure thoughts that made him want to shut his brain off for a minute and just be with you. 

Then the next line came through the speakers in the studio and God knows how Michael wanted to scream those words to you and the world if he weren’t too shy to say. “You're everything this world could be to me,” Michael couldn’t help but look forward for a moment trying to keep his composure and fail miserably, he was trying to keep everything at bay. In that second you turned your head to look at him, you wanted to read his thoughts and feelings, curiosity was killing you to know what was going on and wanting to know for who it was. You turned your head to look straight and looked at the carpet beneath you. Michael turned to look at you again, seeing you and wanting to reach out. 

As the last lines of the song blasted through the speakers you kept on staring at the carpet. “Say you're thinking of me.So baby, be mine, girl.” You wanted to rip out that carpet and wanted earth to swallow you whole so that you could escape from the question your mind aches to ask over and over again. Who is this for? 

Michael’s body had a mind of its own as he moved his hand to reach yours, taking it in his with such delicacy as if you were made out of porcelain. He squeezed lightly making you look at him briefly as the song reached its end offering you a soft smile and nerves threatening to spill over him. The tunes of the song died down. You kept on looking at each other every passing second till it ended. “So… whose is it about?”

Michael couldn't help but gape at you, eyes wide like saucers, his hand in yours had stilled for a minute as he tried to gather his words. "...You don't know?” You raised an eyebrow at his question and shook your head lightly. Michael looked down at your intertwined hands and mumbled something out that you couldn’t quite catch. “What? Mickey, I can't hear you.” Michael kept on looking at your hands and mumbled the same thing a little bit louder this time, and you were still unable to listen to what he was saying. “Mickey I…I really can’t hear you when you mumble, please look at me.” 

Michael was sure he was gonna die out of embarrassment, he lifted his head lightly, his hand still in yours, giving it a squeeze. “You” 

“Me?” You ask, trying to put the pieces together. “Yeah, it's about you and for you.” Michael nodded to himself as he felt the pressure in his chest being lifted from him as he placed his other hand on it feeling the relief course through his body. “That one isn’t the only one…” You blinked surprised at his confession. “P.Y.T…” you stare at him trying to recollect your mind as it had shattered into a mess. "...The Lady in My Life..." You blink again at his confession, swallowing hard. The heat in his cheeks and neck got hotter by the second as if that was possible. "...Most of them are about you."

“Oh…” you let out and in that second Michael was panicking. “...Most of my songs are about you too.” The confession left your mouth before you could stop it and Michael sat there looking at you dumbfounded before bursting into a laugh. Making you look at him as he had gone crazy for a second before you followed. 

After a few minutes the laughter between you had died down softly and Michael was staring into your eyes noticing the hues that shined through them, the way your noise scrunched every time he kept on staring for far too long. You stared back into his dark brown eyes, those beautiful eyes that had inspired thousands of songs and more to come. The silent question lingered in the air and a soft nod of your head gave Michael the answer he needed as he leaned in. The contact of his lips felt euphoric, sending electricity to your body. It was intoxicating the way his lips moved against yours, the way his hand cupped your cheek and the other one remained on top of your thigh. Michael felt lighter each passing minute as your soft lips grazed his, your hand remained on his chest and the other one played with his dark curls on the back of his neck. You were intoxicating to him, the only drug that he wanted to take for life.

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢SUMMARY: You boyfriend Michael malfunctions the moment he discovers he is your muse, and you are too tired for his antics. Based on this request.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢Michael Jackson x Selena!Reader

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢TRANSLATION: "baboso": dummy/idiot

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢A/N: When I tell you I laughed so hard as I envisioned this, I just couldn't help myself this was too funny honestly HEHEHEHE. Like the unseriousness took me out for a second. Soooo I hope y'all like it and I also hope you don't laugh at how bad it is. And if you wanna be tagged in any of my future works please let me now!

The half-empty coffee cup sitting beside the mixing board had long gone cold, and the lyric sheets in front of you were covered in scribbles from take after take a the cold air from the recording studio nipped at your skin  you placed the headphones on your head trying to keep up with the pace of the production of the song. The need for a good night’s sleep rolled off you in waves as you kept trying to keep yourself awake in the studio. You wanted to go home already and plop yourself in bed and sleep till the next week but you needed to finish this first. 

Taking a deep breath in and letting out you put your thumbs up so that the producer could see it and he gave you the same signal too. The tune started and you waited for your cue to start singing. 

“My captive heart” You started to sing into the mic trying not to move to the beat as much, not really wanting to ruin the recording and get called on about it like last time. What you failed to notice in the midst of it all was that Michael had been knocking on the studio door for about a minute. Once he got impatient of waiting he just decided to invite himself in, saying hi to the producer first with a soft smile before he put his eyes on you. Everything changed for him the moment he saw you recording a song, his eyes softened, his smile widened a tad bit; to him it was the most beautiful view that could ever exist, he loved seeing you in your element. If he could Michael would stay there watching you for eternity. 

But the moment Michael really did pay attention to what you were singing that was what really made him freeze as he was grabbing a chair for him to be able to look at you properly. He looked at the producer and the producer looked at him back, Michael didn’t even otter a word to the man. "It’s about you." The producer said to Michael as if he could read Michael’s mind. “No it isn’t” Michael said, offended as he looked at the man as if he had said the most crazy thing ever. “Michael” “It’s not.” “What do you mean, she is literally describing you.” The producer looked at Michael as he had grown a second head, he just placed his hand on his face and dragged it down a bit too tired for Micahel’s antics. “It could be about anyone.” The producer groaned at Michael’s words. “God please come and take me from this earth.” At that Michael genuinely laughed. "You are one of the greatest entertainers on the planet and somehow the dumbest man I've met this week." The man said as he looked Michael in the eye, he just wanted to go home to his wife and kids and be done with the song. “Hey! That’s not nice!” Michael said genuinely offended. “I just want to know who the song is about.” The producer just opened his mouth and closed it, the only thing that prevented him from banging his own head against the soundboard was that he really needed to finish the song. 

As you came out of the booth you were received by the sight of your boyfriend arms crossed looking at you with one eyebrow raised and your poor producer  who looked like he was about to jump out of a window. “What’s going on?” You said one eyebrow raised and mouth slightly parted wanting to ask more questions but sensing the room you knew that they weren't gonna be answered at all. “Just take him.” Your producer said as he got up from his own chair. “What?” You said even more confused than before with your first question still unanswered. “Please. He’s your problem now. All yours” It was all the producer said as he started to walk out of the room not wanting to deal with Michael anymore. 

You turned your gaze towards Michael as if making a silent question of “What the hell did you do?” 

"Who's the song about?" Michael spat as he motioned the chair in front of him. You just looked at him even more confused as you sat down in front of your boyfriend trying to keep your composure. “What?” You asked again trying to find clarification on what is going on, your brain wasn't working today. “The song.” Michael said with a serious look on his face. “Wait, Mickey, you can’t be serious.” You said as you looked at Michael’s face, which looked like a puppy who had been wronged. “I am.” 

You wanted to burst out laughing for a second but you contained yourself. “It’s about you, baboso.” You said as you burst out laughing which made Michael look even more offended. “It is?” As Michael asked the question you looked at him as if he had asked the most obvious thing ever, making you slap your hand to your face. “What do you mean with ‘it is’? Because, yes Mickey it is.” The moment those words left your mouth the expression on Michael's face morphed. Boy, he was ginning, looking like a cocky peacock that nobody could take off his throne.  

"So you wrote a song about me?" Michael said as he changed sat straighter in his chair. “Don’t even start.” You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. "A whole song?" You closed your eyes for a second trying to keep your composure. "Michael." Michael just straight up ignored you as he smirked. "A whole song. And it’s all about me.” You groaned again. “Can we go home now? Please.” You wanted earth to swallow you because once he started there was no going back. “So… I’m your muse.How sweet.” You just stood up and tried to pack your things without bursting out of laughter because of Michael’s antics at this point. 

"So what lyric was your favorite?" You just stuff your notebook into your bag not even looking at Michael. “Was it my voice?” You just close your bag, closing your eyes softly. “Or my charming good looks?” You side-eyed Michael a second and rubbed your eyes. “Definitely my charming good looks” Michael laughs softly at the thought. “Wow, so the whole song.” You don’t answer as you walk towards the door and Michael right behind you. 

“So when can I listen to it again?” You look at him and laugh and he laughs with you. “You know, for artistic purposes.” You laugh when you hear Michael’s words.

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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ SUMMARY: A Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader and a music icon discover that the language of dance and music can bring two souls together.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Michael Jackson x DCC! Reader

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ You can read the second part here

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ A/N: Sooooo, I don't if this is good but I'm already cooking up a second part HAHAHAHAHA, so I hope y'all aren't tired of me. Ever since the semester is over I took upon myself to write at least a little something each day, so expect me to be active a lot lately hehehehehe, so buckle up this is just the beginning. This is a bit a special to me because as a former dancer I didn't get to pursue this dream of mine in which I get to be a professional dancer. I hope y'all like it and it doesn't make you want to throw away your phone. Also please let me know if you would like to be part of the taglist.

The booming sound of the crowd became background noise as you continued to dance to the beat of some song, shaking the blue and white heavy poms that were in your hands, completing the look with a show stopper smile. You were more than exhausted. The Texas heat making you sweat, to the heavy poms on your hands as you lifted them with sore arms, the dance moves you performed perfectly started to weigh on you , and the ache in your cheeks from that darling smile, but none of those things stopped you at all, you were a force to be reckon with, and he knew that. 

Michael saw it in every little detail of you, from the careful concocted look you wore to the cowboy’s games to the late nights in the dance studio you once shared with him where you stayed till you got every move to perfection. The dance studio. A magical place for you, in which Michael got to see every little aspect of you, as you practiced he saw how you communicated through your body and the music. The look in your eyes when you danced could never compare to anything else he had seen in his life, it was as if you had altered the chemistry of his brain. He chased to feel the high that he felt when you placed your eyes on him when you were dancing, he wanted more of it. He was completely enamoured with not only who you were but he couldn’t get over who you became when you danced as if no one could compare.

As you danced on the field you could feel his gaze on you from the suite from above, you knew it was him despite the thousands of people watching the cheerleaders you could always feel his eyes on you, as if they were different. The look he gave you every time you danced or performed in some way was more than magnetic, it had weight to it. It was more than comforting to it, it ignited a buzz in your chest that nothing could ever dare to produce or compare to. It was more than the adrenaline high you got as you danced with the DCC and it was addicting.

All of it  traced back to one of Michael’s short films or music videos, in which you had participated in, it was “The Way You Make Me Feel”, you had wanted to make a name for yourself in an industry that had little to none opportunities as a dancer. You felt as if you were pursuing something that you could never reach, that was until you got to be part of it as a choreographer from the start. You had put everything into it, every ounce of energy and every thought to getting it to be more than perfect, because that’s what defined you, the way you strived to get every move right and make it look more than right. That’s what made you stand out from anyone in that studio when rehearsals started and the choreography started forming. Michael saw it when you danced every part of the choreography as you were forming it in your mind, and to say the least he was mesmerized. So he stayed with you every night as you both danced and perfect the choreography till it met your standards. You both had started to share more than your passion for dancing or music, it was the little things that got you to know who the real Michael was. 

For Michael he got to know the real you through music, dancing and talking, and boy did you both talk. After the first day in the dance studio, night had fallen and he took all the courage he could to come up to you and talk, his shy smile taking over as he fumbled with his hands trying to not make it obvious that he was nervous by the simple fact that he was talking to you, Of course you noticed, you noticed every little detail of him from the moment you stopped in the studio you observed him. He asked you if you could both go grab something to eat after the session was done to which you agreed. 

“So… how does it feel to dance for you? Because every time I watch you dance it feels as if you communicate more than a story.” You smiled at him as you finished chewing your food quietly sitting across from him in some cafeteria both. “Well, because to me I am telling a story, I’m expressing myself, letting out thoughts, feelings… well everything that I can’t let out with words honestly.” Michael smiled because in that moment he felt as if you had understood every little piece of his soul. “That’s what music feels like to me.” That night you talked till the cafeteria  kicked you out because your laughter combined with Michael’s were starting to scare off the customers. As you walked out Michael held the door for you with a more confident smile over his face, he came to be more than comfortable in your presence. “Are you gonna give me your phone number or not girl?” You looked at him sweetly before you threw your head back and laughed a little “What? I’m just asking,” Michael said to you with a boyish grin decorating his face “Why should I?” “Because I want to keep talking to you.”

You walked out of the field holding the white and blue poms in your hands as you made your way to the DCC locker rooms, you felt the gratifying weight of the performance, you felt it in every fiber of your being. As you put your normal clothes back on and packed your things, you said your goodbye’s to everyone with a softer smile on your face, droopy eyes from exhaustion, trying to get out of the locker room as fast as possible because in your soul you knew he was waiting for you. As you exited the locker room you saw him leaning against a wall with Bill by his side, a darling smile forming in his lips as he spotted you going over to him. “Ready to go?” Michael asked you, holding out his hand for you. “Yeah,” You said with a soft tone as your fingers intertwined with his, Michael couldn't help but smile. Stadium lights would eventually dim, crowds would go home, and performances would end. Yet somehow, after all these years, taking your hand in his still felt like the safest place on earth.

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 SUMMARY: this little ramble of mine.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Michael x Selena!reader

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 TRANSLATION: "El Chico del Estudio 512": The guy from the studio 512, "El Chico Del Apartamento 512": The guy from the apartment 512

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A/N: God I just couldn't keep it to myself HEHEHEHEHE. This idea has been on my mind for DAYS and I just couldn't keep on going without it so I just wrote it with lots of encouragement, thank you for encouraging me I literally wouldn't have made this without y'all. Love you lots, I hope you like it!!! And I really hope it's not trash HEHEHEHE.

The bright lights of the studio were hitting your skin as you were sitting on a very uncomfortable couch, who would’ve thought that a talking show with that much money put on it would have the most uncomfortable couch to ever exist. You tried not to focus too much on the couch but it seemed impossible as the interviewer asked the most boring questions ever, going from hair to makeup and not about music, until it came down to your performance on the award show the week earlier. The adrenaline, the beautiful purple suit you wore to sing and dance, the stage, and the song. Oh, that song, the one that everybody loved, but it held a special place to you and Michael. “So regarding your performance in the award show it seemed like you were performing the song for a special someone in the crowd, ‘El Chico Del Apartamento 512’, tell us about the song?” The interviewer asks.

“God,” You say as you cover your face as a subtle blush rushes to the apples of your cheeks and giggle, “well this song is exclusively about him, and honestly it should really be called ‘El Chico Del Estudio 512’.” You respond knowing that everybody knew who you were talking about. The interviewer looks at you surprised and asks “Why is that? Could you tell us  more about it?” You smiled sweetly as you remembered all of it as if it had happened yesterday “of course,” you say as you move in your seat in order to get comfortable. “It all started when Michael and I became friends, since we used to record in the same music studio, we would be there for one another. I was all shy and nervous at the time because we were only friends and despite that I had a huge crush on him.” 

You arrive at the studio and make your way in towards where Michael was recording his album. You had this routine with him, in which you would check on one another and make sure you both took breaks from recording and writing, making sure you were both okay. As you walk down and reach the studio you knock softly at the door, when suddenly the door flies open and you see Janet. “Oh God sorry I didn’t mean to startle you, were you looking for my brother?” “I- yeah, you are his sister right? Janet?” “That would be me, my applehead of a brother hasn’t introduced us yet, you must be his girlfriend, y/n” Janet said as she extended her hand for you to take. As you just stood there frozen when the word ‘girlfriend’ left her lips. 

“So I just stood there dumbfounded because Michael already introduced me as his girlfriend when at the time we hadn’t even shared a kiss” you say as you laugh fondly at the memory. “After that Michael popped out of the studio and shooed Janet away, since then I started writing and brainstorming the song. Actually, Michael was part of the process but at the time he didn’t know the song was for him until later on, hence why that video at the award show exists.”

You were sitting at the studio on the floor with papers with little bits of lyrics on each one of them as you start making sense of the song that you had in mind since the little incident with Janet. Michael was sitting next to you looking at you as you tried to not look at him, he was figuring out the song, wanting to know who had stolen your heart and how that person wasn’t him. 

“So for who is the song?” Your eyes widen at the sudden question that Michael threw your way, since it was unlike him. “Well it’s for a special boy, I guess,” you say with a cheeky smile knowing exactly where this was going. “Oh… really?” “Yes, really. Actually…” You say as you turn to look at him and you lean in closer his way. “Actually what?” He asks as he notices the proximity of your face as his breath hitches and subtle blush starts to appear on his face. “He already introduced me as his girlfriend,” you say with a giggle. Michael’s eyes widen “God,” He whispers as he realizes what you mean, “I didn’t mean to-,” he starts to apologize but is interrupted by you as you lean in and kiss his cheek. “Next time make sure that your girlfriend knows that she is actually your girlfriend.” You giggle as you see a blushing Michael trying to say something to defend himself.

“So that’s how the song came to life, I ended naming it ‘El Chico Del Apartamento 512’ because I didn’t want to be to obvious about it, I actually have the original song written as the ‘El Chico del Estudio 512’ somewhere, I think Michael has it hidden from everybody as if it was the most precious thing to ever exist to man kind.” You say with a fond smile as you shake your head slightly to the memory of Michael storing the original song somewhere in your shared home as if it was something sacred. 

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢SUMMARY: Michael passes another night in the studio not being able to write songs without you by his side.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Michael Jackson x Selena!Reader

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 TRANSLATION: "Me marchó hoy, yo se perder, Pero ah-ah-ay, ¡como me duele!": I leave today, I know to how to lose, but ah-ah-ay, how it hurts me! "Si vieras cómo duele perder tu amor,Con tu adiós te llevas mi corazón,No sé si pueda volver a amar,Porque te di todo el amor que pude dar": If you could see how much it hurts to lose your love, with your goodbye, you take my heart away, I don't know if I'll be able to love again, because I gave you all the love I could give.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢A/N: Sooo I might have gone overboard with the angst a bit. Just little, who am I kidding I almost cried writing this, so I'm sorry for what's about to come I guess, but it has a happy ending hehehehe. I hope y'all enjoy it and i hope that I don't give you eye cancer because it was bad hehehehe.

Bright harsh lights were hurting Michael’s eyes as he tried to make sense of lyric he wrote but nothing came to him, as if God had shut him out, no longer sending tunes to him, as if the music within him wasn’t there anymore, because it truly wasn’t ever since he left due to impatience. 

Michael exited the studio, another long night at the studio recording his album, this time he didn’t spend it sitting in the floor with the gift that had descended from heaven just for him, he was alone under the harsh bright lights trying to write and and failing as if the angel that whispered the tunes in his ear had disappeared. Like it was part of his punishment for being too impulsive, too impatient, and too stubborn to communicate properly, he just entered the car where Bill was waiting for him, he closed the door “drive,” he said not needing to say where to because Bill knew he just didn’t want to go home just yet. He looked out the window of the car when the radio host announced the next song “Good night everybody, the night is young so let’s start with a fan favourite, Y/N starting with her latest release ‘Como la flor’, enjoy it ladies and gentlemen.” Suddenly Michael sat upright, completely rigid, as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice at him,, “Bill turn up the volume,” he said in a tone sharper than what he meant.  

The intro of the song started playing, and for the first time in months he listened to your voice, the voice that had called him and told him to wait for them but he didn’t listen, the voice that pleaded through the phone “don’t marry her, wait for me Mickey,” the voice he longed to hear after his divorce but due to his cowardice, he didn’t call. Hearing you sing, felt like he hadn’t breathed for a million years and until now he had come up to take a shallow breath only for it to be knocked out of him the second he realized what you were saying, “Me marcho hoy, yo sé perder, Pero, ah-ah-ay, ¡cómo me duele!” He raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his face, trying not to let the tears fall and failing miserably, it felt like he was burning from the inside out. Hearing you sing in pain felt as if heaven had completely forgotten about him and put him through personal hell. Bill looked at him via the rearview mirror and softly furrowed his brow as if he knew that inside Michael’s mind the only thing there is at the moment was regret and pain. “Si vieras cómo duele perder tu amor, Con tu adiós te llevas mi corazón, No sé si pueda volver a amar, Porque te di todo el amor que pude dar” the way you sang that verse as if you were gonna break down the next minute and what it said it’s what had taken Michael to break out of it, desperately he pushed himself into the middle seat of the car and propped himself as close as he could to Bill. “Take me to her now.” He said his tone was hard leaving no room for questions as if there was any to be asked. 

With that Bill turned around and started driving like a mad man making his way through L.A. traffic as if someone was about to die, because he knew that this was a matter of life or death to Michael, and all Michael could do was bounce his leg up and down anxiously as if he was debating jumping out the car and running to your home. When they arrived, Michael jumped out of the car, and knocked on the door with a desperation that only a man that was starved for a lifetime could understand, he only stopped banging on the door when he heard footsteps. 

As you opened the door you were met with quite a sight, Michael was heaving, cheeks stained by tears, it looked like the man was in physical pain and the only thing that could alleviate it was you standing in front of him. “Mickey?” You say softly to him as you look at him with wide eyes, you didn’t expect him at all, you had given up on him after the wedding trying to move on but it seemed like the task was impossible. He looked at you and all he did was pull you in a hug and cry “I’m sorry” he had whispered in your ear as you tried to overcome the shock and wrap your arms around him feeling tears stream down your face as you closed your eyes trying to take him in.

Bright harsh lights were hurting Michael’s eyes as he tried to make sense of lyric he wrote but nothing came to him, as if God had shut him out, no longer sending tunes to him, as if the music within him wasn’t there anymore, because it truly wasn’t ever since he left due to impatience. 

Michael exited the studio, another long night at the studio recording his album, this time he didn’t spend it sitting in the floor with the gift that had descended from heaven just for him, he was alone under the harsh bright lights trying to write and and failing as if the angel that whispered the tunes in his ear had disappeared. Like it was part of his punishment for being too impulsive, too impatient, and too stubborn to communicate properly, he just entered the car where Bill was waiting for him, he closed the door “drive,” he said not needing to say where to because Bill knew he just didn’t want to go home just yet. He looked out the window of the car when the radio host announced the next song “Good night everybody, the night is young so let’s start with a fan favourite, Y/N starting with her latest release ‘Como la flor’, enjoy it ladies and gentlemen.” Suddenly Michael sat upright, completely rigid, as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice at him,, “Bill turn up the volume,” he said in a tone sharper than what he meant.  

The intro of the song started playing, and for the first time in months he listened to your voice, the voice that had called him and told him to wait for them but he didn’t listen, the voice that pleaded through the phone “don’t marry her, wait for me Mickey,” the voice he longed to hear after his divorce but due to his cowardice, he didn’t call. Hearing you sing, felt like he hadn’t breathed for a million years and until now he had come up to take a shallow breath only for it to be knocked out of him the second he realized what you were saying, “Me marcho hoy, yo sé perder, Pero, ah-ah-ay, ¡cómo me duele!” He raised his hand to pinch his nose bridge, trying not to let the tears fall and failing miserably, it felt like he was burning from the inside out. Hearing you sing in pain felt as if heaven had completely forgotten about him and put him through personal hell. Bill looked at him via the rearview mirror and softly furrowed his brow as if he knew that inside Michael’s mind the only thing there is at the moment was regret and pain. “Si vieras cómo duele perder tu amor, Con tu adiós te llevas mi corazón, No sé si pueda volver a amar, Porque te di todo el amor que pude dar” the way you sang that verse as if you were gonna break down the next minute and what it said it’s what had taken Michael to break out of it, desperately he pushed himself into the middle seat of the car and propped himself as close as he could to Bill. “Take me to her now.” He said his tone was hard leaving no room for questions as if there was any to be asked. 

With that Bill turned around and started driving like a mad man making his way through L.A. traffic as if someone was about to die, because he knew that this was a matter of life or death to Michael, and all Michael could do was bounce his leg up and down anxiously as if he was debating jumping out the car and running to your home. When they arrived, Michael jumped out of the car, and knocked on the door with a desperation that only a man that was starved for a lifetime could understand, he only stopped banging on the door when he heard footsteps. 

As you opened the door you were met with quite a sight, Michael was heaving, cheeks stained by tears, it looked like the man was in physical pain and the only thing that could alleviate it was you standing in front of him. “Mickey?” You say softly to him as you look at him with wide eyes, you didn’t expect him at all, you had given up on him after the wedding trying to move on but it seemed like the task was impossible. He looked at you and all he did was pull you in a hug and cry “I’m sorry” he had whispered in your ear as you tried to overcome the shock and wrap your arms around him feeling tears stream down your face as you closed your eyes trying to take him in.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 SUMMARY: Michael meets the reader at the studio and can't help being mesmerized by everything that you are.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Michael Jackson x Selena!reader

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 TRANSLATION: "Se mi P.Y.T": Be my P.Y.T

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A/N: So yeah, my mind it's just working 24/7 lately, it's like I can't make it stop hahahaha. I just can't stop writing about Michael, because only God knows how much I love that man HAHAHAHA. I might be projecting myself a little bit because I love laying on the floor meanwhile I work on some homework. If you want to be added to the taglist please let me know. I hope y'all like and that it isn't an absolute dumpster fire.

The soft hum that escaped out of your lips, accompanied by the occasional mutter of some new song lyrics that Michael had never heard before is what had drawn Michael to take a peek into the studio where you were at. He was met with the sight of you sprawled out on the floor of the studio surrounded by papers, hair cascading down your shoulders, the dim light of the studio created the perfect scenario as you piece out a melody heard by no one before. He just couldn’t remove himself from the scene as if you had put a spell on him, stopping time altogether. 

You had felt a presence near you in the studio, a rare occurrence since the time you almost fainted from the stress of having someone mess up your lyrics, so all you expected to see was your manager . As you turned your head around you were met with the sight of Michael watching completely gone out of this planet, “oh hi, I didn’t know I had some company,” you say with a big smile and give him a tiny wave. In an instant Michael’s eyes widened in surprise, his palms started to sweat, “Oh God, I’m so sorry I- just didn’t want to intrude…” Your laugh interrupted Michael’s rambled out apology, the apples of his cheeks grew hot at the sight of you laughing. “Oh my God, don’t worry about it, come sit, join me, yeah?” You say as you pat a spot on the floor beside you, “I’m just stuck on some lyrics and having someone here could help me out a little bit.”  “Um… sure,” Michael says softly as he sits down next to you, you give him a big smile and turn your head towards the papers trying to make sense out of them. 

Michael couldn’t sleep that night as he kept seeing you in his dreams, laying in his bed wide awake looking at the ceiling, listening to a melody only he had access to. So he rolled out of bed and started walking towards the private studio in the house. As he opened the door he started humming a new melody, he turned on the lights and squeezed his eyes as they got used to the bright lights of the studio, in contrast to the soft dim lights that were once making your hair shine that very same evening. So he just grabbed a notebook and then threw it into the floor and sat down, almost like he was trying to recreate the scene but you weren’t there to smile, laugh, and sing to him. “I want to love you.. hmmm” he sang softly as if he was testing the waters to see if it fit the melody that nobody knew of but him. “ P.Y.T…pretty young thing…” He hurriedly got up to make a phone call.

“Hey Q, I know it’s two a.m. in the morning but I need to record a song.” 

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢SUMMARY: Michael and reader singing together. Based it on this ask hehehe. Thanks for the idea!!! @katgojo

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Michael Jackson x Selena!Reader

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 TRANSLATION: "La dueña de mi corazón": the owner of my heart, "Mickey, ¿estás listo?": Mickey, are you ready?, “Porque tú eres la dueña, La dueña de mi corazón”: Because you are the owner, the owner of my heart.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A/N: Heyyyyyyy, it's me... again. Its like my mind doesn't have a switch off at the moment, like it's working overtime for you guys. And honestly love that for y'all HEHEHEHE. Also if you want to be added to the taglist pleaseeee tell me I'll gladly add you. I hope y'all like it and hopefully it isn't to trashy but if it is I guess it's recyclable. 🤷‍♀️

The bright lights and the cold night air were hitting your warm and slightly sweaty skin, you could feel the adrenaline buzzing in your skin as millions of people in the audience shouted your name as if they couldn’t get enough of you. You looked at them and gave them a smile that could win everyone’s heart all over the world, you turned your head slightly just enough to be able to look backstage. You were met with his piercing brown eyes already looking at you communicating more than words as Michael gave you a simple nod, you turned your head towards the crowd and gave them a teasing smile. “Mickey, ¿estás listo?” You ask into the mic, “For you always” Michael says as he starts walking into the stage, the crowd goes wild, they couldn’t believe their eyes. Then the intro of “Ámame, quiéreme” starts, the crowd couldn’t believe it. You start swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music as you look at Michael as he kept getting closer to you slowly without removing his eyes from you, keeping the intensity from your gaze, not once dropping it, tonight the shy boy from the studio wasn’t there but the man who had conquered your heart completely. 

As you started singing you looked at the crowd one last time and redirected your eyes towards Michael and in that moment everyone disappeared, it was just you and him in that stage as if it was the only right thing in the world. Michael couldn’t keep his eyes away from you, in that moment he was bewitched body and soul, as if he had belonged to you and only you all his life. Then he started to sing and dance and that’s when it all came back to both of you the memories, the feelings, the intensity, and the body consuming love.

 It felt like you were in the studio again alone with Michael in the crack of dawn as the sun started emitting its rays of light and both of you were right there sitting in the floor again rehearsing the song before you recorded it, since Michael wanted to have a near perfect pronunciation, the perfectionist as always. “Wait, sweetheart, how do you pronounce this?” Michael asks you as he points out a lyric of the song, a particular line that made your heart melt. Ýou read the line out loud for him to hear slowly and to get on to it. “Okay repeat after me, Porque,” You say first waiting for Michael to repeat after you. “Porque,” he repeated after you looking at your eyes looking for approval at his pronunciation. You nod before getting on to the next word,  “tú”. He smiles sweetly at you and continues repeating after you“tú”. “Eres la” you say waiting for him to continue and repeat again, “eres la dueña,” he repeats after you. “La dueña de mi corazón, now say it altogether” you complete the line waiting for him to say the line. 

“Porque tú eres la dueña, La dueña de mi corazón,” Michael sang as he cupped your face tenderly and looked into your eyes, the crowd had faded into nothing, it was only the two of you in that stage with the bright stage lights that accompanied you that night.