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Pairing:Michael Jackson x fem!actress!reader
Synopsis:One ordinary night, you and Michael unexpectedly switch bodies, forcing him to navigate life as you. With no choice, he has to go on set and do his best to act like you.
Tags: switching bodies, established relationship, bit of fluff, jealousy.
Word Count:9.1k
Requested:yes/no
Author's Note:hey...*crickets*
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The clock on the wall ticks loudly, but it's barely audible over Quentin Tarantino's voice as he rambles on about some minute detail in the script, his words now a constant, steady stream of sound that filters through your ears but doesn't quite register. You've been in this room for hours, long enough for the sunlight streaming through the blinds to fade into the amber hue of early evening. You sit in a chair at the head of a large wooden table, posture more relaxed now, legs crossed, fingers lazily spinning a pen between them. Across from you, Quentin is pacing back and forth, script in hand, gesturing wildly as he talks. His energy seems endless, as if he could do this for days, while you feel the weight of exhaustion creeping in after such a long day.
"...and in this scene, I really want the tension to build, you know? Like, build, build, build, until it just explodes!" Quentin exclaims, throwing his hands up dramatically, making you wonder how his arms don't tire from all the gesturing. His face lights up with an excitement that borders on obsessive, eyes wide, pacing faster now. His energy is contagious in some moments, but tonight, it's hard to keep up.
You nod absently, eyes drifting from him to the shelf behind his head. It's cluttered, filled with mementos from over the years: awards, photographs, and odd little trinkets from his film sets. Your gaze lands on a photo, one you've seen many times before but somehow always pulls you in. It's a candid shot taken at the Oscars last year. You and Quentin are at the center, surrounded by other actors, all of you dressed to the nines. You'd won your second Best Actress Oscar that night, a moment forever immortalized in that photo.
