𝒴oong 𝒩ii's 𝒪riginal's ⸜⸜ ⊹ ｡
my heart races for you ۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ bad era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ context : michael meets you at a formula 1 race, falling for you.
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ tags : f1racer!reader, bad!michaeljackson, athlete!reader, michael is jealous, fluffy fluff, cheating, janet mentioned, good ending, almost getting caught, modern era, Y is you, M is michael, maybe part 2, purposely small letters, bold and italics for talking
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ authors note : i dont even know what this is but enjoy ig 😭✌️ i just went with the flow
@rmᑲr𝗍𝗍іmᥱ ᥆rіgіᥒᥲᥣs 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼 ( 𓏼´⠀ ᩙᩙ`𓏼)ഒ
🏁 • ℱormula 𝟷 𝒮ingapore 𝒜irlines 𝒮ingapore 𝒢rand 𝒫rix, 𝒪ct 𝟷𝟷
the stands cheered as you appeared, helmet in hand, gloves in the other. you smiled, seeing them wave at you. you straightened down your racing tracksuit, the logos of brands taped on the jacket. fans gathered by the stanchions, shoving pens infront of you. you took a sharpie from a fan, signing her notebook with your autograph.
camera lights flickered towards you, calling you to look over to their direction. the strings of "look here!" and "over here!" voiced, but you ignored them and continued signing for fans. suddenly, a wave of shouting echoed through the place, making you confused by who else came. a man with black shades, a red shirt and jacket and a fedora walked out of a limousine, tucking a curl behind his ear as he stepped out.
your eyes widened when you realised. this was michael jackson. your thoughts washed over your mind, as you wondered who he came for the show. you grinned like a teenage girl staring at her crush (he was your celebrity crush indeed, though.). your heart pounded as he walked your way, as you tried to keep your cool.
you couldnt see his eyes, which was good, so you wouldnt be able to act like a fool infront of him.
yet after thinking that, he stood infront of you and took of his glasses. "hi, _______. its nice to meet you," he greeted, the voice you dreamed of hearing saying your name. your soul practically jumped out of your body, hearing his gentle and soft voice talking to you. "o-oh my god, hi, michael." you shook his hand. he smiled, watching your eyes glimmer with excitement seeing him. "its so nice to meet you too," you continued. "who are you here to watch?" you questioned, hoping you didnt sound dumb asking that. "you, of course! ive gotten into racing because of you." he giggled, hands still laced with yours.
"really? oh my god, im honored, seriously!" you smiled, hand running through your hair as you didnt want to seem awkward. "well, good luck, _______. see you later," he crouched a few inches lower, landing a kiss on your cheek. your face was practically red after he did that, because he giggled before walking off. fans were going crazy at that interaction, shouting towards you and michael. your hand holding onto the part he kissed you. michael jackson just kissed you.
a few minutes of waiting, the first round was finally starting. you calmed yourself down, reminding yourself that only the best players managed to enter the game. you twirled your black hair, before fidgeting on your jacket. "nervous, huh?" a male staff asked. he was always weird around you, so you tried avoiding him at most times. "y-yeah, uhm, do you mind getting me a glass of water, please?" you distracted him. "and how do you intend on paying me back?" he gave a disgusting grin that made your stomach churn.
thankfully for the time, the round was beginning. "im sorry, i need to go now." you excused yourself, jogging to your car. "good luck, _______!" the operator for your team smiled as he checked your car. "thanks!" you replied. "and now, we will welcome the players for the first round of our FIA formula one world companionship! please welcome _______..." the announcer said, as the people on the stands cheered. sweat dripped from your jaw, heart pounding with every word. "and now the racers will begin in 3, 2, and 1! its lights out and away we go!"
your hands gripped tightly on the paddle shifter, steering the wheel upfront. "and lombardi is taking the lead with _______ catching up!" he announced, the crowd cheering on for you. "go go _______!" they yelled, hands waving up to the air. after 92 minutes of driving 305 kilometers, you were finally complete with your last lap. "and _______ has won!" the announcer yelled, the fans on the stands standing up and cheering. you smiled bashfully, surprised you could win first place. the camera switched to michael, who was smiling and clapping for you. "i did it!" you shouted as you took of your helmet, waving and blowing kisses.
backstage, you gulped down a large bottle of water, sweat dripping down your head. "congrats, _______!" your team cheered. "thank you guys," you smiled. "theyll be interviewing you in 10," your manager said, eyes still focused on the clipboard. "okay, thank you." "and also, someone would like to meet you," he added, finally looking up. your brows furrowed. "who?" "michael jackson, he'll be waiting at the other side of the interviewing spot for you later." you almost spat out your water. other than talking to you he wanted to see you again?
"congrats on your win, _______! how do you feel?" she asked. "i feel amazin'!" you replied. "its my first match ever!" you added, still thinking about michael. a few minutes after, the interview finally ended. you took a plastic bottle of water for him, just in case he needed to drink. "hello?" you knocked on the vip backstage door. "come in," he answered, voice soft but loud enough for you to hear. you entered, smiling but still afraid of embarassing yourself. "i saw your race, good win." he beamed. "thank you!" you giggled, sitting down across from him.
you both continued talking, but you didnt notice the way how he looked at you, the way he smiled whenever you started talking. "i had a great time today," he said. "would you want to grab some lunch sometimes?" he added. "sure, i mean of course!" your eyes widened. he placed a tiny piece of paper in your hand, written in there his phone number. "call me soon, 'kay?" he smiled. you nodded, tightening your grip on the paper.
back at the hotel, you took out your phone and typed in his number. "what are you doing right now?" your boyfriends nofitication popped up on your phone. feeling tired, you lightly pressed on his nofitication, snapping a photo of your body in a light pink robe, the line of your chest open.
𝓨 : "just got back to the hotel, miss you already :("
after the message was sent, you tapped the contact info to be shown michaels phone number, the photo being seen by him.
your heart stopped after seeing that, scrambling to delete the photo.
𝓜 : "y' look good though,"
your face crimsoned seeing that message, as he laughed behind the screen.
"hello?" you picked up, wiping a strand of hair stuck on your lipgloss. "hi," he began. "its nice hearing your voice again." he added. "thanks.." you hid your face, not wanting to show how dumb you look blushing. you shouldnt be blushing. you have a boyfriend. you reminded yourself. he lay flat on the pillow, head resting on his arm. "cant sleep?" he asked. "yeah," "who did you mean to send that to?" he finally questioned. "my boyfriend. sorry," you laughed, trying to make it less awkward. he was rigid, but smiled anyway. "you two are so close, thats adorable," he said, voice beginning to sound husky.
"well, i guess, but we arent really, you know getting along anymore." you sighed, recalling how little the both of you have talked the past few months. "yeah? wanna talk to me about it?" he asked, genuinely open to help. you began explaining, tears starting to fall midway. "i get how you feel. why dont you tell him about it? its better than being trapped with someone that you dont feel like you love anymore." "thats right, but i just cant find the right moment to." you sniffed.
"sorry, i look so dumb crying right now, aint i?" you laughed, tears warm on your cheeks. "dont say that, its normal to cry." he assured. "ill be free tomorrow, would you like to visit neverland?" he gleamed. "really?" "really!" "well, yes! of course!" you smiled, an actual smile this time. "great. meet me there at 3," he said.
going to neverland was amazing. the water fights, balloon fights, the petting zoo, healed your inner childhood. "haha!" he giggled as he ran from you, throwing a water balloon at you. "i had a fun time with you here." you smiled, patting his hand. "me too," he hugged you, longer than casual. when you pulled back, his hands were still around your waist. "ill be going now-" you turned around, before michael turned you back around, hands now cupping your cheeks.
"michael," your voice low to a whisper, his thumb tracing your jaw. after a few seconds of eye contact with michael, he leaned in, crashing his lips onto yours. you were supposed to pull back. but you didnt. instead, you continued the kiss. you both pulled back, gasping for air. "oh my god, im sor-" he muttered before you cupped his cheeks, pulling him down to kiss him back. his hands hung beside his body, before they grabbed your waist.
his tongue slid out, asking for permission to get in, and you allowed it, sliding in. you let out a small mewl, before michael used his hand to cover your mouth, not wanting others to hear. "michael?" janets voice called out from outside, making you both freeze. he pulled away, fixing the wrinkles on his shirt. "yea, donk?" he smiled awkwardly. you stood beside him, waving at janet. "oh, hi! _______, right?" her eyes widened. "i was at your game! congrats on the win!" she added. "thank you so much!"
"anyways, just wanted to see you for a moment. bye!" she closed the door. "that was close," he sighed, after making sure janet was out. "exactly." you laughed. "ill see you again?" he kissed your forehead, tracing your knuckles with his thumb. "you freak, 'm blaming you if my reputation is ruined!" you said sarcastically. "oh? you wanted to continue." he reminded. you smiled, giving him a small peck on the cheek before leaving.
you were pacing back and forth in your room, hands on your temples. the only thing in your mind was currently, "oh my god". you werent worried at the fact michael jackson kissed you, but rather worried about your boyfriend finding out. sure, what you did was awful, but you were deciding to break up with him soon.
🏎️ • 𝒰nited 𝒮tates 𝒢rand 𝒫rix: 𝒞ircuit of 𝒯he 𝒜mericas, 𝒯exas, 𝒪ct 𝟸𝟼
"hi!" michael smiled and waved at you. "u- oh, hi, michael," you stuttered, recalling the memories from two weeks ago. "good luck on your race." he winked, ruffling your hair. you both continued talking as cameras continued flashing, when your boyfriend appeared beside you. crack. the sound of your cheek echoed, gasps erupting from people. you fell to the ground, holding your red, aching cheek. "max, what is your problem?!" your voice rose, eyes steaming with tears. "whats my problem? whats yours? you kissed michael jackson at his house?!" he yelled.
your head slowly turned to look at him, and you finally realised that you were right. he wasnt the one. you slowly got up, looking directly at him. "yes, i did." cameras took photos of the scene happening, people whispering. "you know what? ive been wanting to tell you this. i want to break up." you admitted. "you havent had a real conversation with me, that wasnt about you or your job." you added, tears dropping down. michael slowly grabbed your hand, enlacing it with his.
"so go ahead, get mad at me, but we are over." you added, walking away with michael. "good way to handle that, mama." he giggled. "so does that mean youre mine now?" he asked. "what?" your head turned to him. "i mean, i actually like you. i want you." he admitted, looking away from you. your eyes filled with tears, cradling his chin. "yes," you whispered, intertwining your fingers with his and crashing your lips with his, his other hand on your cheek.
