⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ He promised he'd call every Sunday. Before the fame, before Thriller, before the world claimed him, Michael Jackson was just a shy little boy from Gary, Indiana. And you were the only person who ever spoke for him when he couldn't. His microphone. Fifteen years later, during the chaos of the Victory Tour, he remembers your voice instantly. And suddenly, the past neither of you truly buried begins finding its way back to the surface. __________ Michael Jackson x Reader Ranking: 1 in #mjxreader

Michael's POV I watch her intently. She doesn't have to be doing anything for me to be intrigued. I bite my lip. She is so gorgeous. I don't know what I did to deserve her. I know we are meant to be together.