𑣲. authors note: || no guys these arent in order i just write when the idea comes to me. but you guys loved the 1st one so heres more headcannons n stuff . (also making a blurb about what their phone calls sound like later)
- ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Singer!reader who lowkey becomes Michaels #1 enemy after the amount of stunts they pull on each other out of pure pettiness, the other just refuses to stop. Lets review some of their stunts over the years.
Singer!Reader who saw that Michael was on tour and bought tickets for the first 5 rows for both nights of his tour. She ended up giving the tickets away for free during night 2 but just wanted him to perform to empty rows of people. You could only imagine the look on his face and hoped it was one of anger.
- ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Michael in return pulled a couple favors and got you to announce him winning an award during an award show for EVERY single award he won. Along with the fact that you had to say a speech every single time. You were FUMING. And he walked up every time with the biggest smuggest grin on his face, mind you he won like…8 awards that night. You were past irritated by the last award.
Michael who also keeps sending you signed albums, like constantly for every single release even if its a single of his and sends you invites to the release parties. Even funnier because he releases albums around the SAME TIME YOU DO. The first time was an accident, everytime after that was on purpose. (he's well aware you're not gonna show up half the time and probably going to curse him out.)
- ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Singer!reader who's got fed up with him sending you albums so you send him a bunch of prince albums. Multiple copies of the same one for every single award he wins, the next day there's a box of prince albums on his doorstep.
- ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ You both go on award shows and insult each other, the media has no idea if theres an actual feud or not between you two since you both smile and laugh when the other retaliates. “So Michael, how do you feel about __” “I did not circle that question.” “___. Are you happy to be hosting the grammys? I heard some big names will be there like Michael Jackson?” “Yeah, I don’t know if you can tell but I couldn’t control the handout of invites or else he wouldnt be on said list.” You guys literally dance circles around each other.
Of course your managers try their hardest to squash the beef between you two trying to seat you both near each other during award shows which doesn't work. You’ll smile for the cameras then as soon as the cameras pan over you both to someone else he pulls his shades down a bit looking you up n down, biting his lip with the smirk combo before pushing them back up. THE AUDACITY OF SOME PEOPLE.
- ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Singer!reader who sent a passive aggressive letter in the mail basically telling Michael that it’d be best for you to squash the beef because your career is getting too serious for him to be that annoying, he called you later that night. By the way you have no idea who gave him your personal number…And he calls and asks if you're doing okay and when you say yes. He tells you no you guys cant stop being enemies and there is no coming to terms with anything else then hangs up. Like oh so well mhn - you're so confused you don’t even know what to say he's so annoying.
The little leg kick oh my god we cant talk here please email me….. I am soooo attracted to his femininity and softness I think it’s the biggest appeal for me he is so delicate and sweet FUCK
Also. Yeah this picture sums it all up sorry. I like boys that look like girls and girls that look like boys.
He looks so juicy in these pics omg I saw these on twt and they been on my mind nonstop. Like just imagine getting a hug from him, you can feel the thickness of his back through his layers. His arms strong arms circle around you while you rest your head on his chest. His big hands completely covering your lower back. What’s in his pants is probably just as thick.
jackson family at jackson!rander’s graduation? it can be college or highschool! you chose twin.
Grad
Michael x daughter! reader
Jackson family mentioned and its the 2026 and Michael is alive.
Summary: You graduated high school and Jackson family comes to your graduation to support you.
The auditorium was full of conversation as families filled the rows, bouquets in hand and cameras ready. You adjusted your graduation cap for what felt like the hundredth time. "Quit messing with it," your best friend whispered with a grin. "You're gonna wrinkle it." "I can't help it I'm nervous." "You Nervous? Please." You laughed, your stomach still fluttered.
From across the auditorium, a familiar voice called out. "Baby!" You looked up and smiled. There they were the entire Jackson family. Michael was waving both hands his sunglasses pushed onto his curls. Beside him, Janet laughed as she tried to lower one of his arms.
"Mike," she teased. "They're gonna think you're graduating." "I don't care," he replied. "That's my baby up there." Jermaine chuckled. "He hasn't sat down since we got here." Jackie nodded. "He's been asking every five minutes when they'd start calling names." "I have not."
"You literally did," Tito deadpanned. "I was excited!" You couldn't stop smiling. Michael cupped his hands around his mouth. "We love you, sweetheart!" Several students turned to look. "Oh my gosh" you muttered, hiding your face. Your friend snorted. The ceremony finally began. One by one, names echoed through the auditorium. Your palms grew sweaty.
Then your name was called. Your heart nearly stopped. "Go, baby!" Michael shouted. "That's our girl!" Janet cheered. The applause from your family became louder than everyone else's. You walked across the stage trying so hard not to laugh. The principal handed you your diploma. "Congratulations." "Thank you."
"WOO!" Michael's yell echoed through the auditorium. Even the principal laughed. You crossed the stage to thunderous applause from your relatives. The moment you returned to your seat, your phone buzzed.
Michael: BABY YOU DID IT!!!
Janet: So proud of you, sweetheart. 💗
Jackie: Congratulations!
Jermaine: Dinner's on us.
Marlon: I definitely cried.
Randy: He actually did.
Marlon: Mind your business.
You laughed quietly.
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An hour later "Class of 2026, congratulations!" Caps flew into the air Cheers erupted everywhere. Before you could even catch your cap. "There she is!" Michael was somehow the first person to reach you. He wrapped you in the biggest hug, lifting you right off the ground. "My baby graduated!" "Dad-" He spun you around. "I knew you could do it!"
You laughed breathlessly. "Put me down!" "Nope." Janet walked over, smiling warmly. "My sweet girl." She pulled you into a gentle hug once Michael finally set you down. "We're so proud of you, honey."
"Thank you." She brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You worked so hard for this I know it wasn't always easy." You nodded. "It wasn't." "You still did it." Your eyes watered, Jackie hugged you next.
"Congratulations, kiddo." Jermaine smiled proudly. "Keep chasing whatever dream you've got, we'll always be cheering you on." Tito squeezed your shoulder. "Your parents would be so proud."
"Thanks, Uncle Tito." Marlon dramatically wiped imaginary tears. "Our baby's all grown up." "I'm literally eighteen." "Still our baby." Randy grinned. "Forever." Everyone laughed. Michael reached into a gift bag.
"Oh! I almost forgot." He handed you a neatly wrapped box. "For you, sweetheart." You carefully peeled away the wrapping paper. Inside was a beautiful silver bracelet with a tiny graduation cap charm and a star.
Your breath caught. "It's beautiful." Michael smiled. "So every time you look at it, you'll remember today." You threw your arms around him again. "I love it." "I love you more, baby." Janet leaned against him. "We all do."
"We're your biggest fans." A photographer walked over. "Family picture?" Michael gasped dramatically. "Absolutely!" The photographer tried to organize everyone. "Taller family members in the back." "Michael, stop making bunny ears." "I wasn't!" You stood in the middle, your diploma held proudly in both hands.
Michael wrapped one arm around your shoulders while Janet slipped an arm around your waist, the rest of the family gathered close. The photographer smiled. "On three." "One" Michael whispered, "Love you, baby." You smiled even wider. "Love you too." "Two." Janet squeezed your hand. "So proud of you, sweetheart." "Three!"
*Click.* A perfect photo of a family who loved you loudly and proudly.
You had spent the entire afternoon mentally rehearsing.
You were tired of always being the one blushing, melting, and instantly giving in to his quiet authority. Tonight, you were going to take control.
When you heard the heavy front doors of the estate close and his familiar, rhythmic footsteps echo down the hallway, your heart began to hammer against your ribs. Michael stepped into the dimly lit living room, looking tired but effortlessly sharp, a dark blazer over a loose white button-down. Before he could even loosen his tie or say his usual smooth greeting, you marched straight up to him.
You caught him completely off guard, or so you thought. You placed both hands firmly against his chest, pushing him back until his shoulders hit the wall near the doorway.
Michael didn’t flinch. He let his briefcase slip from his fingers, landing with a soft thud on the rug. A single, dark curl fell over his forehead as his eyes widened in genuine, delighted surprise. For a second, a flicker of pure, dangerous amusement crossed his features, but he quickly masked it, his lips twitching into a compliant smile. leaning back against the wall.
"Oh?" Michael murmured, your chest tighten with nerves.
"I’m in charge tonight" you stated, taking a step closer, trying to look intimidating. You reached up, grabbing the lapels of his blazer and tugging him down just an inch to your height. "No questions. You do exactly what I say."
Michael tilted his head, his dark eyes sparkling with a wicked, playful submission. "Whatever you say" he whispered, entirely playing along with your game….
michael gaining a habit by checking your pulse/heartbeat to make sure your there ‧ ₊ ˚ . library !
in big, large crowds michaels anxiety would pick up. sure, he should have been used to it. it was his job. but the man couldn’t help it. that’s why he loved having you around. you were his ground, his medium. if you weren’t there his security made sure to at least have something that reminded him of you to ground him. yet nothing eased him more than you, physically being there.
one thing he loved to do was check your pulse. even just pressing his two fingers, lightly against your wrist. or pressing his kisses down a bit hard at the pulse point at your neck. those little things helped him more than you realized. when nights got crazy with his dad, all he wanted to hear was the steady thump of your heartbeat. it calmed him. some nights you would wake up at 2 in the morning to hear him crying over the phone, begging for you to put the phone speaker against your chest. and you did, and it helped him.
one night whilst he thought you were sleeping he confessed. exposing how most night he couldn’t sleep without you. explaining how your heart beat was like a nursery rhyme for him. making him fall asleep instantly. telling you how much he loved to hear it, how it consoled him. you almost cried on the spot hearing how seen you were. michael still doesn’t know that you were awake that entire time.
in all honesty you hadn’t picked up on that small habit until the late night phone calls. you didn’t mind, it was cute. you loved the fact that your man had to feel your steady heart beat just to make sure you were there. other times, it hurt you. thinking about him having this feeling that your not real, too good for him.
but, michael would be michael. continuing to keep the habit. making your neck, your left upper chest, and your wrist to be his favorite kiss points. also asking if he could sample your heartbeat for an upcoming song in his bad album.
a very long note: guys, GUYS. normally i stopped reading celebrity fanfiction since it kind of icks me now. however with my regrowing infatuation with michael, i would like to pay an homage to the 16 year old me. so here it is in all its glory. please don’t get annoyed that there is not much smut though. i don’t really get along with it. i want to go back and cuddle him so most of them are just fluff, comfort and angst (duh, who am i without that type of anguish) enjoy! |main masterlist
SERIES- MULTI CHAPTERS
past exposure • michael jackson x time traveller!reader
↳ by @thedailymichael (multiple eras, time travelling au)
the jackson chronicles • michael jackson x spouse!reader
↳ by @imhandicapableofmath (so domestic, married!michael, suggestive, fluff)
desire, interrupted | desire, reclaimed • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @urbanfunkchild (dangerous/history era, smut, angst, soft fluff)
you knock me off my feet | part two | part three • michael jackson x newrisintvocalist!reader
↳ by @comoquesoybambi (bad era, michael is basically obsessed)
my little reporter | part two • michael jackson x journalist!reader
↳ by @/am3sss (bad era, fluff)
again | part two | michael jackson x dancer!reader
↳ by @tpwkyarely (angst, hurt/comfort)
beautiful stranger | part two • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @mjuniverse (pre thriller era, slow burn, yearning, very angsty, right person, wrong time, soft!michael)
gone by morning | part two • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @startingsomethin (thriller-bad era, angst, cheating, smut, fluff)
spotlight • michael jackson x popstar!reader
↳ by @hcwait (thriller era, slow burn)
making of an it girl | part two • michael jackson x tourdancer!reader
↳ by @intelligenthottie
baby be mine | thrill you tonight • michael jackson x girlnextdoor!reader
↳ by @iceemochaa (post otw-pre thriller era, fluff, slightly suggestive)
stargirl | part two • michael jackson x singer !reader
↳ by @ytrhbz (thriller era, whipped!michael, fluff)
remember the time | part two | part three • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @chmpngekisses (thriller-bad era, angst)
his new obsession | part two • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @luvvreader (yearning, slow burn)
by your side | part two • michael jackson x actress!reader
↳ by @svnnywrites (thriller era, hurt/comfort)
ONE-SHOTS-BLURBS-HC’S
baby be mine • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @angelfacediary (otw-bad era, angst, fluff)
nine months of home videos • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @angelfacediary (pregnant!reader, so so so fluffy)
out of time • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @urelliee (bad era, angst, heartbreak, very bittersweet)
pretty young thing • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @tpwkyarely (angst, comfort, tw: dv)
through his lens • thriller!michael jackson x reader
↳ by @neverlandzangel (thriller era, married!michael, fluff, domestic bliss)
arrow through the heart • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @startingsomethin (dangerous era, oh so angsty)
excuse me that’s my wife • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @mvsticmoony (jealous!michael, fluff)
where is my husband! • michael jackson x singer!reader
↳ by @mvsticmoony (fluff)
love caught on tape • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @mvsticmoony (invincible era, flashbacks, married life fluff)
a love letter to june • michael jackson x fan!reader
↳ by @hcwait (dangerous era, very fluffy)
in sickness and in health • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @king-mila (bad era, protective!michael, sick!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort)
america’s sweetest bunny • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @michaeldiary (dangerous era, playboymodel!reader, sooo fluffy, slightly suggestive)
little pieces of her • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @brownsugarletters (thriller era, fluff)
young hearts, run free • michael jackson x guitarist!reader
↳ by @shakinghamster (thriller era, fluff, workplace romance, cheating)
unforgettable • michael jackson x fan!reader
↳ by @ytrhbz (history era, fluff, reader is that girl)
cause if it’s aching, you have to rub it • michael jackson x fem!black!reader
↳ by @serenebows (thriller era, shy!reader, fluff)
all over, all over, all over • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @hon3yarchives (dangerous era, fluff, suggestive)
sign the girls • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @michaelpilled (thriller era, suggestive, flirting)
a memory to look back on • michael jackson x pregnant!reader
↳ by @lovecherishly (bad era, soo fluffy)
sweet tooth • michael jackson x sweet!reader
↳ by @carmaloves (bad era, so very fluffy)
stuck in the elevator • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @londynham (romance, fluff, angst)
working overtime • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @urbanfunkchild (pre bad era, kind of smutty, possessive!michael)
love never felt so good • michael jackson x fem!black!reader
↳ by @proseandj (invincible era, fluff)
like a stradivarius • michael jackson x gn!spouse!reader
↳ by @imhandicapableofmath (married!michael, domestic fluff, humour, suggestive)
“she thinks you smell like cinnamon” • michael jackson x gn!spouse!reader
↳ by @imhandicapableofmath (married!michael, fanfiction meta, emotional comfort, teasing, fluff)
#1 loverboy • michael jackson x gn!reader
↳ by @invincibledc (bad era, fluff)
read my lips • michael jackson x deaf!black!reader
↳ by @invincibledc (protective!michael, fluff)
home movies • michael jackson x pregnant!reader
↳ by @ktrsis (bad-invincible era, flashbacks, soo fluffy)
the lady in my life • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @cupcakeprincezz (thriller era, fluff)
surprise visit • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @cupcakeprincezz (bad era, very fluffy)
secret touch • michael jackson x fem!singer!reader
↳ by @invinor (dangerous era, fluff)
inspiration • michael jackson x singer!reader
↳ by @liyahhsnuckhere (pre bad era, sooooo fluffy, suggestive)
the chateau • michael jackson x younger!fem!reader
↳ by @elleist (dangerous era, fluff, very cute)
imagine sitting on his lap
↳ by @humannatures (fem!reader, fluff)
tabloid junkie • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @moonlitjane (protective!reader, fluff, suggestive)
hidden in the spotlight • superstar!michael jackson x costumedesigner!fem!reader
↳ by @gh0ulxxc (dangerous era, angst, fluff, romance, slow burn)
Summary: 2 times the Jackson children tried their momma... the one time she let them know she's not their friend
WC: 1,116
Warnings: Prince causing chaos, the kids tried it, Mike saying yes ma'am, don't ask how they her babies, just know they her babies!!
Note: Calling all agents, another fic has been posted. I know it's late but I got a bit busy...my bad also the Biopic let's celebrate yallll N E WAYZ, again take it easy because 🩴 I don’t play…
Neverland Ranch- The Brownie Incident
It was a calm Saturday morning in Neverland when something in you said to get up, sit up, and wonder why it just seemed a little too calm when you prepared to get out of bed. Getting ready to walk to the bathroom to do your morning routine
CRAAASHHH
Running out the bedroom door and down the stairs, you run into the kitchen where you see your three kids looking crazy with a giant mess around them. Not even realizing you were standing there, Paris and Prince were bickering while your youngest blanket was standing watching, chewing on said blanket in hand. “ Prince, look at what you did!” Paris said getting mad at the bowl of flour that he knocked off the counter. Huffing at his sister, “ I didn’t want to.”
Blanket finally spotting you, toddles over, wrapping his arm around your leg, “Mama.” Picking him up as the other two turn around with big eyes, gasping as they realize they were caught. Taking a deep breath, “ Now how many times have I told y'all not to play in my kitchen without me here?” looking at them. Getting no replies from either “ I’m sorry, am I speaking to myself?!” snapping your fingers “ guys, my kitchen is a mess, I need answers. Where is your daddy? First off?”
Your baby girl finally responds, “Daddy is in the dance room practicing, so we’ve been in here, Momma.” Prince looks up at you, “Momma, we wanted the brownies you make.” Covered in flour, he walks over to you and wraps his arms around you in your red silk pajamas. Lying his head on your stomach. “...Michael Joseph Jackson Jr, I know like hell” running away laughing with his sister following behind him, also wiping her flour-covered hands on your clothes.
“I’m going to hurt them kids…look at my damn kitchen”
Staring at the flour on the floor, the spilled eggs on the counter, and the chocolate on the cabinets. You decided you were not cleaning this by yourself. All while the blanket sits there giggling on your hip.
“MICHAELLLL”
Neverland Ranch - Wash day gone absolutely wrong
You prided yourself on keeping your coils healthy, so when wash day came around, especially with the Jackson munchkins running around. Your plan was to get up before everyone to wash your hair, which you succeeded in doing. Imagine your surprise when you walked into your bathroom to see your daughter messing with all your supplies. Opening the door, both you and Paris had a stare-off as she stood there on a stool, and you stood at the door staring.
“Paris, I just know,” closing your eyes, “Missy, what is that in your hands?”
Smiling at you with her face greased up from your shea butter, she shows you your good castor oil in her right hand and your super grease in the left. As you walk closer to inspect the top of your child’s hair that was laid more than her daddy's wigs. “Look, Momma, I’m doing my hair like you,” pushing the bristled brush in your face, you stand there confused because this time it’s not the child you expected getting into stuff. Chuckling slightly, “ Okay, Babygirl, we’re going to wash all this off you, and Momma is going to redo your hair. Okay, sounds like a deal.” Looking at her, she nods her head and hops down from the stool, still looking like she ate all her dad's KFC.
Sighing, “this doesn't make any type of sense,” cleaning up the supplies and getting started on your own head first before dealing with the wild child.
Neverland Ranch - The last Nerve
Money grows on trees, apparently
The concept of money to kids is something that's still being understood, so the babies, as much as you loved them, they loved destroying stuff, especially yours, a bit more. Michael, your dear husband, was always the much, much more gentle speaking, stern parent out of you both. You, on the other hand, were always ready to put them and time out and send them up for a nap after wrecking stuff.
Hearing Michael yell after Prince was never surprising; it was like seeing the sunrise, a daily occurrence. So imagine your surprise to hear him yell at Paris right after.
“Prince, get back here before I grind you into a hamburger”
“Paris, your mother is going to get you guys”
Walking upstairs into the beauty room, Michael set up something special for you when you guys got married to see what was going on. You're shocked to see an absolute catastrophe.
“WHAT THE HELL?”
You see your expensive foundation spilled, lipstick on Paris's face, bonnets and scarves on the floors, one which was actually on the blanket's head sideways, purses and heels all over the place, Mike holding the prince by the back of his overalls. All 4 faces turn to look at you with wide eyes.
With scrunched lips and clasped hands, you look at them, “ Everyone in the living room NOW”. Turning to walk out the door before them, down the stairs to meet them there still clad in pajamas and bonnet.
Standing in front of them, hands resting on your hips as they all sit on the couch waiting for you to speak, spooked by your reaction.
“I make a lot of allowances for a lot of things because I love you kids, but destroying my personal items is a big no-no, I mean hell no. So you guys are going to clean up everything in there and put everything back the way it was. I mean, scrub my damn walls clean. Then write daddy, and I letters on why you won’t wreck things anymore in the house. You’re not going to the zoo next week, and no, you can’t hang with your cousins, and we’re taking away your theater privileges for a week. While y'all are at it, go ahead and stand in the corner for me”
Hearing their whines, you shrug, sitting on the loveseat across from them. Michael looks from them to you, “Mama, you don’t think they can just clean the room and still get everything else?” Staring at him, “Michael, do you wanna stand in the corner with them?” He comes over to the loveseat, lying down next to you, lying on your chest, bringing a blanket with him. “No ma’am.” Nodding, “Yeah, thought so”. He looks at the kids, “You guys heard your mama go ahead”. Watching and listening to the kids whine as they walk up the stairs.
“You know that really turned me on, mama”
“Applehead”
“Yes, mama”
“Why does my damn baby still have this bonnet on”
Outer Galaxy Space Agents
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