𝑴𝑰𝑲𝑬𝒀 𝑱𝑨𝒀

Soldier of Love !! Fanfic fanatic

[appleheadedveggie]

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"'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺"

[softformj]

"love is my message" but apparently so is serving adorable poses

[g0ttheh0ts4mj]

I just be googling anything man

I just wanna know about every little thing we had in common…….. is anyone else like this or am I insane

[mjsapple]

Mike in his tree. 🫶🏾🌳

[appleheadedveggie]

Soft launching my other interests rq 😋💕

[a-motherfcking-fish]

what a schmuck back up

Same pose and everything

HES ALWAYS WATCHING YA

cr.Alohaluz

[jacks0nbaby]

"Why doesn't no one talk much about otw michael/afro michael" bc #they don't like remembering that he's black helllooooooooooo

[thrillerhaze]

had eye surgery today and the surgeon asked if i wanna hear music while im going under anesthesia and i was like yeah and she asked who and my DOCTOR said michael jackson before i could even say it…that’s how much i talk about michael jackson to the point where my doctors already know…#unemployed

and yes my ass is on tumblr still even while in pain and what 🙄🙄

[ladyofmjslife]

michael jackson was a BLACK MAN. yall need to remember that. yes his music was and is for everyone but make sure y’all remember he is a black man before anything else, and he experienced the black man struggles!! i see too many people that seem to forget that whether it’s because of his vitiligo or whatever else.

[michaelharmony]

“michael was a pedophile” “michael liked little boys” “michael touched little kids”

its so funny how ppl love to bring up the false allegations against Michael despite being proven innocent on all fourteen counts & the FBI not finding anything, yet for some odd reason nobody wants to talk about weirdos like ELVIS PRESLEY who dated a fourteen year old despite being a whole decade older. the racism is so crystal clear they aren’t even trying to hide it😹😹

[strawberrykittymp3]

woke up mad and irritated asf

Jermajesty Jermaine Jackson, triple J if you will, if you’re watching this please call my line, I PROMISE i’m a baddie behind my silly fake account, call my way and ill direct you to my resume (IG acc) I PROMISE I CAN HANDLE IT

i can’t do this anymore bro

[whimsicalbambii]

I genuinely cannot believe that there is people who dislike Michael with his Afro!? He literally was so handsome with his Afro!

[asphrotic]

whoever believes he wasn’t handsome with his afro is anti black. i said what i said.

[appleheadedveggie]

◠◠　⊹ My Baby

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After producers ask Micheal to change his appearance for the You Rock My World short film, he breaks down. His head of security calls you in a panic, knowing you're the only one who can calm him.

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: Invincible era, angst, comfort, fluff at end dw

TW: extreme body image issues, yelling, throwing/breaking things

A/N: I will be referring to Michael's body gaurd by his last name so there's no confusion

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You're at home, cozy in your bed as you read a book. The phone on the side table rings. The only people who have you and Michael's private phone number is Michael La Perruque, his head of security, and your families.

You pick up, assuming it was your mom or something as Michael is at the set of You Rock My World. The second you press the speaker to your ear, it sounds like chaos. People talking loudly, the sound of knocking, then the sound of something being throw and broken.

"Hey, I need you over here, now. Michael is... he's not okay." You hear Perruque say, his voice thick with concern. You sit up, shutting your book.

"What do you mean he's not okay?? Is he hurt?" You ask as you stand and begin hurriedly putting on clothes. "I don't know. Hes locked himself in a bathroom and is just... breaking down. He won't let anyone in, he's not responding to anyone." He sounds stressed, his voice wavering.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes." You say, slamming the phone down. Its a 15 minute drive, and you hate driving in LA, but you slip on your shoes and grab your keys, running out the door like your life depends on it.

You exceed the speed limit, not giving a flying fuck about anything but your husband. When you pull up to the set, the producers are huddled together talking, their faces a mix of fear, concern, and guilt.

You get out, running to the bathrooms. Perruque and Michael's entire team are standing there, a few of them still knocking. You hear sobs coming from the bathroom, then the sound of the mirror being shattered. Oh fuck.

You run up to Perruque, who tears his focus from the bathroom to you. "The producers wanted to use makeup to make him darker, and resculpt his nose to how it was before surgery. They said it would be more "urban" or something. He stormed out before they finished and has been in there for 15 minutes." He rushes, looking at the door.

You push through everyone, anger boiling your blood, worry aching in your chest. You rap your knuckles on the door, straining to hear him. "Mikey, its me, baby. Can you let me in, please?" You say, your voice loud but gentle.

The sounds inside stop and all you can hear is his heavy breathing. "Come on, angel. Just me, nobody else will come in. I promise." You say, your voice quieter now. A few beats pass as you hold your breath. Then the click of the door unlocking.

You immediately open the door just wide enough to step in, shutting it and locking it again. You take in everything. The shattered mirror, the toiletries scattered and broken, glass all over the counter and floor. You look at Michael. His once long hair is wildly cut short, scissors discarded on the floor. You swear you feel your heart break.

He stares at you, red-rimmed eyes, tear stained cheeks, his mouth open as he pants, his chest heaving. "Oh, my baby." You whisper, walking to him and pulling him into you. He breaks, choking out a sob as he hugs you, his face in your shoulder, his hands gripping the back of your shirt impossibly tight.

You rub your hands on his back, saying nothing. There was nothing to say. All you could do was be there. He pulls you closer against him, tears pouring from his eyes. The sounds he makes, the sharp inhales and hiccuping cries, they make you want to kill whoever did this to him.

You press a kiss into his shoulder, stroking the bottom of his hair. "It's okay baby, I'm here. I'm here." You whisper. He sucks in a shaky breath like he can't breathe. You close your eyes to keep your own tears from forming.

"We're gonna go home, okay? You don't need to worry about work today." You feel him nod, sniffing. When you know hes okay for you to, you pull back, looking into his glossy eyes. You cup his cheeks, swiping away warm tears.

"I'm so sorry. You dont deserve any of that bullshit. I'm sure Trudy Green will have some very strong words for them. It won't ever happen again." You promise. He just stares at you, looking defeated.

"I-" he chokes on his words, his eyes welling once more. "I'm a monster, aren't I?" He whispers. Your heart breaks again. You pull him tight into another hug, eyebrows furrowed. "No baby. No, don't ever say that. You are not a monster. You are my sweet angel. You are the purest person I've ever met. The most generous, kind, forgiving, compassionate person to walk this earth. Do not let some assholes make you think any differently." You say gently, talking slow but with urgency.

He just hums, not listening as he's still lost in his own head. You pull back again, taking his face in your hands and looking into his eyes. It pulls his attention back to you instantly.

"Let's go home, yeah?" You softly push a strand of hair behind his ear, grabbing his fedora and placing it gently on his head. He nods, grabbing his sunglasses from the counter and sliding them on. You grab his hand, squeezing tightly.

"You got this baby. You dont have to respond to anyone." You murmur as you unlock the door. Taking a deep breath, you pull it open. Everyone who was gathered in front of the door talking went silent, looking at you, then him. He keeps his head down, biting hard on his lip to hold back more tears.

You push past the people, ignoring the pitying looks as you walk to Perruque. "I'm gonna drive him home, I'll call you later when he's better." You tell him. He nods, thanking you silently.

The ride home is quiet, but you keep your hand intertwined with his despite the fact you know he thinks it's dangerous. You don't care right now, you just want to comfort your husband.

When you get to Neverland, you bring him inside and carefully undress him, getting him into the shower. You wash his hair, careful around his burn scar, kissing his shoulders occasionally to ground him.

Once he's clean and dried off, you sit him down in the kitchen with a pair of scissors, evening out the length of his hair. He's silent for the majority of it all, except for a few mumbled thank you's. You can't lie, a few tears fall when he's not looking. You're just so heartbroken for him.

After you finish and clean up the kitchen floor, the two of you curl up into bed, his back pressed against your chest as you comb your fingers through his hair, whispering sweet praises into his ear until he's lulled to sleep.

You stay awake, anger still burning deep in your chest. You can't believe anyone would have the nerve to say such things to Michael, arguably the kindest, considerate person alive.

Forcing yourself to calm down, you decide to deal with it later and focus on being a support system for your husband. As the sun rises over the California hills, you wrap your arms around Michael's waist and drift to sleep.

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[appleheadedveggie]

Okay, I admit it. I have let a lot of requests pile up while working on other fics 😔 AND IM SORRYYY IM SO SORRY PLS FORGIVE ME

But since I'm awesome, I have made a list in order of the works I'll be releasing! Please bear with me though cuz Im a student and classes start back WAY to early so I'll soon be back to hell 💔

Anyway, enough yapping, here's the list (I'll tag them as they're released) LOVE YOU APPLEHEADS

My Baby - Invincible!Michael x wife!reader, angst and fluff

Birthday Boy - OTW!Michael x gf!reader, smut and fluff

The Turning - Vampire Bad!Michael x wife!reader (part 1), angst

Rock With You - Mature!Michael x gf!reader, fluff and smut, requested

Good Fish - Mature!Michael x fem!reader, fluff and smut, requested

Daydreams of the Romance - OTW!Michael x fem!reader (part 1), fluff

Lady In My Life - Thriller!Michael x gf!reader, fluff and smut, requested

Thrilled - Thriller!Michael x gf!reader, fluff, requested

TBN - Bad!Michael x interviewer!reader, fluff, requested

Stepping Up - Any era!Michael x single mom!reader, fluff (maybe smut?), requested

TBN - Mature!Michael x camp counselor!reader, fluff, requested

My Own Hairstylist - Mature!Michael x gf!reader, fluff, requested

[sturnschris]

this picture is so fucking sexy guys 🤤

edit : theres more

[velvetjackson]

Can’t get over the fact he’s playing with some big red light like a cute little kitty cat

[amnesia-sc]

🪐 — a man telling me “imma get you pregnant” is a threat!! unless it’s michael jackson. i would’ve been knocked up every 9 months with him

[liberiangirl7]

Absofreakinlutely

[appleheadedveggie]

I dont even wanna get pregnant but lord for him? Sign me up

[appleheadedveggie]

So i have been listening to lady in my life almost everyday which i am VERY proud if

And i just wanna request for you to make a oneshot of reader basically accompanying Michael in recording lady in my life, and we both know the whole story, Quincy tells Michael he has to really sound like he's begging for it, and Michael asks to turn off the lights, BUT I want you to have a part where there is a REALLY BIG tension surrounding reader while she's in the recording studio and Michael just keeps stafing at her and stuff.

But what if after the recording reader just straight up becomes all needy and freaky for Michael right and Michael being the soft dom he is gives in!!!

(Dont know if this makes sense, totally okay if you dont wanna do this, anddd I LIVE YOUR WORK SMMM, STAY SAFE, AND STAY HEALTHY!!!)

OMG WAIT IVE LITERALLY THOUGHT ABT THIS BEFORE I WILL SO DO THIS!!! I LOVE YOU!!

and thank you so much for enjoying my work, ive always dreamed of people liking my writing 😭🫶🏻 YOU STAY SAFE AND HEALTHY TOO APPLEHEAD