Carma ৻ꪆ

I love me a hot man. Especially Michael Jackson She/Her . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

[carmaloves]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 ⊹₊ ⋆

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Hi cuties! You can call me Carmen or Carma

About me: She/her ·✶· 21 ·✶· Libra ·✶· curly girlie ·✶· hot men have my heart (especially MJ) ·✶· Music enthusiast ·✶· just a girl with a keyboard and a dream

If you really love me, let me be your fool

Requests are open!

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[bambisspam]

just wanna wake up to 300 asks from all y’all pookies asking me random stuff

[carmaloves]

Henlooo!! I saw your masterlist post, and was very excited to see HP univers!! I just wanted to ask politely, will you ever (or have you ever) written anything x reader for these, or MJ is mostly the priority right now? Have a great day!

YES! I am so so sooooo down to get into writing for more people/ fandoms. I've only ever written for MJ and Jaafar, and since I've got a lot of requests for them they are my main focus atm. BUT! I am planning on branching out soon :p

[carmaloves]

hii!! not sure if this kinda request would interest u, but can u do a platonic fic about mature mj and reader, who is his eldest kid (like a teenager). reader likes to sing and they do a surprise performance/duet with each other, singing ben or who’s lovin you or some other early michael song. maybe reader’s shy or unsure if she gave a good performance, but michael reassures her and supports her!!! xx

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝑼𝒔

Dad!Michael Jackson x Daughter!Reader

Synopsis: You get nervous to perform on stage with your dad, but Michael is quick to calm your nerves. Content/Warnings: Fluff, Family Fic, Dad!Michael, Daughter!Reader, stage fright, comfort, short and sweet W.C. 450

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The crowd just beyond the stage screamed wildly. From the wings you could hear the shouts and screams of pure excitement over your father. The sound shook your chest violently, showing you the reality of what you were about to do.

Michael had asked if you wanted to do a surprise performance on the last stop of his tour, to which you had immediately agreed to, not even thinking twice about it. But now that you were standing just off stage, you were starting to rethink the whole thing.

Without realizing, your hands had begun to shake slightly. Michael, being the ever doting father he was, sensed the change in air immediately. He gently reached down, taking one of your hands in his.

You met his eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat. He gave you a reassuring nod, "You can do this, sweetie."

You nodded, heart still racing in your chest, "Yeah... I can do this."

"Take a deep breath. Forget about those people out there, it's just you and me. If things get overwhelming, you look at me okay?"

"Okay." Your grip on the microphone tightened.

Michael squeezed your hand and walked out onto the stage with you. The screams were deafening, and only grew in volume as people realized he was bringing his daughter on stage with him. He held your hand tightly, not once giving you any reason to believe he would let go.

You took your spot on stage, your eyes trained onto your dad. Michael gave you one last nod as the instrumental to Ben started playing.

You took in a deep breath, singing in tandem with your dad.

"Ben, the two of us need look no more. We both found what we were looking for. With a friend to call my own, I'll never be alone, and you my friend will see. You've got a friend in me."

You smiled widely, sharing the special moment with him. You blocked out the rest of the stadium, focusing solely on the amazing man that had loved you since before he had met you. It was silly to say, but sometimes you really did feel like he was your best friend. He understood you more than anyone in the entire world. He had raised you into the young lady you were today, and looking at you filled his chest with so much pride and joy.

As the song came to an end, you hugged him tightly. Not to get a reaction from the crowd, not to make the front page of the paper tomorrow, but because there was simply no one else you would rather be with in that moment.

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[carmaloves]

Could I request Micheal is always taking reader with him to the studio where she just falls asleep every time. She’s got her own little blanket and eye cover and snoozes her way through his rehearsals. Everyone finds it hilarious she can fall asleep with all the noise. A lot of fluff from Micheal

𝑪𝒐𝒛𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓

Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: You slowly build your own little corner in Michael's studio Content/Warnings: Fluff, short, reader is a sleepaholic, Michael being a menace, you can imagine any ear but I made it with pre-thriller in mind Word Count: 850

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Being in a relationship with Michael meant him dragging you along to the studio or to rehearsal. Not that you were complaining, you felt honored that Michael felt comfortable enough to bring you along with him.

You had grown accustomed to the chaotic and stressful nature that was music, video, and dance rehearsals. Whether it was Quincy and Michael arguing over a 3 second vocal snippet, or Michael stressing out over the sharpness of a single flick of the wrist, you knew it all very well.

And while of course you enjoyed being there and witnessing history in the making... you were tired... a lot. Honestly, borderline narcoleptic. Since you were little you could fall asleep virtually anywhere. It was honestly impressive.

This, combined with the fact that you would show up to the studio after a long day at work, meant frequently falling asleep during rehearsals. It had happened so often now that it was essentially a routine.

Leave work, grab lunch for everyone who was scheduled to be at the studio that day, be everyone's hero when you walked in with bags of food, talk to Michael about how your day was, head to the nice leather couch in the corner, wrap yourself in blankets, and take a nice cat nap.

Michael sat back in his chair, talking loudly with Quincy about a harmony that wasn't sitting right, when he glanced over at the couch. He smiled at the familiar sight of you snug in a bunch of blankets, an old cat sleep mask resting over your eyes, and very quiet snores leaving your mouth.

Quincy gazed over, "I really can't get over how quickly she falls asleep."

Michael nodded, "Yup, that's my girl, a sleeping machine."

"It's impressive. Y'know one time while you were in the booth, the playback was pushed to full volume and came blaring through the speakers... she didn't even flinch, just kept on snoozing."

Michael let out a small laugh, shaking his head with a smile. "It's cute. Although that does make me concerned about her safety at her apartment."

"Nah, don't be. Women have like an internal alarm system. Pegs is the same way. I swear she slept just as heavy as your girl, but the second the baby cries, she's up immediately."

Michael smiled, watching your chest rise and fall slowly. He swore he could watch the sight all day and never get tired. Part of him was slightly envious of your uncanny sleeping abilities, but a larger part felt all warm and fuzzy because it meant you were comfortable enough in the space.

These little moments became so frequent that Michael ended up buying a large ottoman, stocking it with the fluffiest blanket he could find, a silk sleep mask, and a plush pillow.

He had made a little poster to hang over the little corner of the couch, it said 'sleeping station,' which you thought was just the sweetest thing ever.

One of Michael's favorite things was seeing the reactions of others when they realized there was virtually nothing that was going to wake you up. He loved seeing people eye your sleeping figure when there was a loud noise or a heated argument, only for them to slowly come to terms with the fact that you were dead asleep and not waking up.

It had gotten to a point where he and Q started taking secret bets testing how long it would take you to fall asleep. Michael, knowing you best, won almost all of them to which Quincy learned to stop betting actual money. Once Q refused to bet with him, Michael moved onto scamming unknowing sound engineers and instrumentalists. He had a whole scheme going on, which you were unknowingly helping him with.

But more than the bets and the reactions, Michael loved getting to wake you up. He loved sitting on the edge of the couch, gently rubbing your back as he quietly pulled you from your dreams. Your body would instinctively lean into his touch, humming as he called out your name with so much sweetness it dripped in honey. He would gently remove the sleep mask from your head, fixing up your hair for you as he smiled down at you. You would smile sweetly as he came into focus, yawning adorably as you sat up.

"Sleep well?"

"Mhm, as always." You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him happily.

He hugged you back, "Good, I'm glad my little cat got her nap in."

You pulled back, looking at him with a raised brow, "Your little cat?" You repeated.

He nodded, kissing your nose, "Cause you sleep like a cat."

"I do not!"

"Totally do. It's cute." He laughed.

You shrugged, giving in immediately, "As long as it's cute and I don't snore." Michael didn't respond, suddenly finding the stitching on your mask very interesting. "I don't snore... right???"

Michael stood up, "Oh would you look at that, Q needs me back in the booth." He bolted into the booth

You sat up, swinging your legs off the couch and chasing him, "Michael! Do I snore!!!?"

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Y'all are Pedo's

Thanks to my mutual @plumppies for bringing this to my attention

OG Posts Here Here Here and Here by @whimsicallygaydemon

Screenshots for the lazy people

Also more screenshots here please read these ones

My mutual sent me these posts, and after reading every single one of them, I completely understand where they're coming from.

One thing my mutual said that really stuck with me was that people need to stop being vague as fuck whenever discourse like this comes up and actually say what they're mean instead of tiptoeing around the issue.

I agree.

So that's exactly what I'm going to do.

I genuinely do not understand this obsession some people have with writing Michael in these kinds of dynamics.

Before anybody starts twisting my words, this is not about every single age-gap relationship.

If you want to write Michael at 50 with a reader who's 30, that's your business. They're both grown adults. I probably wouldn't even think twice about it.

That is not what people are criticizing.

What people are criticizing, and what I'm criticizing, is when you make the reader 18, 19, 20, or claim she's in her mid-twenties, and then spend the entire fucking story making her act like she's six years old.

Why?

Seriously, what the fuck is the point?

If your character is an adult, why is she written like she doesn't know how to kiss?

Why is she written like she doesn't understand basic affection?

Why does she constantly need everything explained to her?

Why is she so sheltered that she comes across as a little kid instead of an adult woman?

Why is Michael calling her "little girl," "kid," or other infantilizing names throughout the story?

At what point am I supposed to stop seeing that as deliberate?

Because to me, after a certain point, it stops reading like an age-gap romance and starts reading like a relationship where one character is intentionally coded to feel childlike.

And that's exactly what disturbs me.

Before somebody says, "Well, she's actually twenty-four," or "She's twenty-six."

I genuinely don't give a fuck.

Changing the number on the page doesn't magically change the characterization.

If you spend fifty chapters writing an "adult" who talks like a child, reacts like a child, thinks like a child, and gets treated like a child, readers are going to read her as childlike.

That isn't people making shit up.

That's people reading what you literally fucking wrote.

Characterization matters.

Authors choose every single detail.

You choose how your character talks.

You choose what she knows.

You choose what she doesn't know.

You choose how she reacts.

You choose how Michael responds to her.

You choose the nicknames.

You choose the dynamic.

None of that happens by accident.

Writing is a series of conscious decisions.

You don't accidentally write someone who behaves like a child.

You don't accidentally make "little girl" a recurring nickname.

You don't accidentally build an entire romance around one character constantly teaching, guiding, protecting, and talking down to someone you've supposedly written as an adult.

Those are choices.

Readers are responding to those choices.

And that's why I get frustrated whenever people reduce this conversation to, "Oh, so you just hate age gaps."

For the hundredth fucking time, no.

The age gap by itself is not what bothers me.

It's the combination.

It's the age gap.

It's the infantilization.

It's the childlike innocence.

It's the helplessness.

It's the pet names.

It's the reader behaving years younger than she's supposedly written to be.

It's Michael constantly taking on this parental or instructional role while she's written as someone who barely functions as an adult.

It's all of those things together.

And honestly, I think some people have started confusing innocence with childishness, and they're not the same fucking thing.

An adult can be shy.

An adult can be inexperienced.

An adult can be awkward.

An adult can be nervous.

An adult can be a virgin.

None of those things make someone a child.

You can absolutely write an innocent adult woman without making her feel like she's in elementary school.

Those are two completely different things.

Somewhere along the way, people started writing "innocent women" as if they have no agency, no understanding of the world, no emotional maturity, and no ability to function independently.

I hate that trope.

Not just in Michael Jackson fanfiction.

In fiction in general.

Then there's Michael himself.

This is the part that genuinely pisses me off.

Whether you believe he was innocent or guilty is not even the point I'm making.

The point is that accusations involving children followed Michael Jackson for decades.

Those accusations completely changed how the public viewed him.

They became one of the defining parts of his legacy.

So why the fuck would you willingly write him into dynamics that resemble the exact kind of allegations that dominated his life?

Out of every romance trope that exists…

Out of every possible relationship dynamic…

Out of every story you could tell…

Why choose one where the other character is written to feel as childlike as possible?

I genuinely don't understand it.

To me, it feels incredibly disrespectful.

If you love Michael as much as you say you do, I don't understand why this is the version of him you'd want to romanticize.

Another thing I've been thinking about is how this affects the fandom.

People already stereotype Michael Jackson fans enough as it is.

Then stories like this get shared around, people outside the fandom see them, and suddenly everyone is asking what the fuck is wrong with MJ fans.

Whether that's fair or unfair doesn't change the fact that it happens.

Public writing shapes how communities are perceived.

That's just reality.

I've also seen people say that multiple readers relate to these stories.

Okay.

I'm not saying they don't.

But people relating to something doesn't automatically make it immune from criticism.

People relate to toxic relationships.

People relate to unhealthy family dynamics.

People relate to all kinds of things in fiction.

That doesn't suddenly mean nobody is allowed to question how those things are portrayed.

"People relate to it" isn't some magical conversation ender.

It doesn't erase why other readers are uncomfortable.

Another thing I keep seeing is people acting like criticism is somehow the same thing as censorship.

It isn't.

Nobody is stopping you from writing.

Nobody is deleting your blog.

Nobody is reporting your account simply because they disagree with you.

People are reading something that was posted publicly and giving their opinion on it publicly.

That's literally how the internet works.

If people can tell you your fic is amazing, then people can also tell you they think your fic is creepy.

Those two things go hand in hand.

Something else I want to make clear is this.

I'm not sitting here saying I know anything about these authors as people.

I don't.

I have absolutely no idea who they are outside of what they choose to publish online.

What I am saying is that the fictional dynamics themselves make me deeply uncomfortable because they repeatedly lean into traits and interactions that make the younger character feel childlike.

When I read stories that combine an extreme age gap with repeated infantilization, that's going to evoke predatory dynamics for me, regardless of what disclaimer is attached at the top.

That's my reaction to the writing.

It's not an accusation about the author's real life.

It's my response to the fictional dynamic they've chosen to create.

At the end of the day, I read Michael Jackson fanfiction because I love seeing different interpretations of him.

I love fluff.

I love romance.

I love domestic stories.

I love family AUs.

I love stories that let him be happy in ways he didn't always get to be.

What I don't love is opening a fic and ending up wondering what the actual fuck I'm reading because the relationship feels less like two adults falling in love and more like one adult being paired with someone who's been written to feel like a child.

Call me judgmental.

Call me sensitive.

I honestly don't give a fuck.

If your version of an adult has to be written like a child for the relationship to work, I'm going to think it's weird every single time.

No disclaimer is going to change that.

No "she's actually twenty-four" is going to change that.

And no amount of telling me "it's just fiction" is going to make me stop criticizing a fictional dynamic that I personally find disturbing.

Another thing I haven't really seen people talk about is how this trope honestly does a huge disservice to adult women.

Why is innocence constantly written as incompetence?

Why does being shy suddenly mean you don't know how to function?

Why does being inexperienced suddenly mean you have the emotional maturity of a child?

Adult women can be awkward.

Adult women can be virgins.

Adult women can be nervous.

Adult women can be soft-spoken.

Adult women can be sheltered.

None of those things make them children.

I hate how often fiction, not just Michael Jackson fanfiction, equates femininity and innocence with childishness. It's honestly insulting. Adult women don't suddenly stop being adults because they're inexperienced, and I wish more writers understood that.

Here's a question I genuinely keep asking myself.

If you rewrote the exact same story but made the reader act like an emotionally mature twenty-five-year-old woman, would the romance still work?

Would people still enjoy reading it?

Would the chemistry still be there?

Or is the appeal tied to the fact that she's written to be dependent, helpless, and childlike?

Because if changing her into an actual adult completely changes the dynamic, then I think that's worth thinking about.

And also

I said what the fuck I said.

I'm so disgusted i could keep talking but i cant make this too long

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[carmaloves]

𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 ➊➐

Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: Michael goes on Royal Court, Smosh, and Dropout! Content/Warnings: Modern Au, Michael Lives, Gramps!Michael, fluff, silly fic, Michael feeling comfortable on camera W.C. 3.3k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 Part 11 Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17 (Current)

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Royal Court

The second Michael stepped into the studio he felt a small weight lift off his shoulders. People greeted him with smiles and an ease that made him relax. He was led to a large rack stocked full with silly medieval attire, a small bin of accessories sitting beside the rack.

You watched as Michael's eyes lit up at the sight. When Brittany's team had reached out to him asking if he wanted to be on Royal Court, he almost said no. In fact, he had an email drafted and ready to send. But he had mentioned it during dinner and his youngest dinner had practically screamed in excitement, which had both you and Michael completely shocked. It was very hard to get her excited about anything that wasn't some sort of trip with her friends or a college party. Guys I can't remember if I gave the daughter a name or not so I'm just gonna say her name is Adore, Ads for short okay great

She had practically begged him to say yes and to ask if she could go with him. And seeing her so excited made him rewrite his draft, accepting the offer and adding in his daughters request.

It had been a long long time since Michael had done any sort of long in depth interview, and the idea of jumping back into it had him terrified. You had researched the show, watching almost all of the episodes, and did your best to reassure Michael that he would be okay.

Once you showed him the silly attire, the commitment to the whole bit, and the comfortability that all guests seemed to have, Michael felt much better about it.

And now, as he and Adore were dressing him up to the nines. You watched with a smile, happy to see Michael relaxed.

Once he was all dressed up in a cape, crown, and elf ears, he was led over to the set where Brittany was waiting.

She greeted him excitedly, shaking his hand and going off about his impeccable fit. Michael smiled and introduced Adore to her, Adore practically having stars in her eyes.

After a little bit of talking, Brittany went over how the show worked, explaining that she was there to simply talk with him, that he was free to say whatever he wanted and if he wanted to cut something out they absolutely would.

Adore went and sat beside you off stage as they got set up to start feeling.

Brittany started alone, sitting up properly on the stage and speaking in a British accent, "Welcome to Royal Court, the show where pop culture royalty compete for a spot on my trust council. I am your host and queen Lady Brittany of House Broski. And today, I'm joined by a most renowned leader of the nation of pop, affectionately known as King Michael Jackson." She squealed out his name, fangirling slightly as he politely stepped into the shot. The room clapped, cheering him on as he sat down on the large throne with a shy smile.

Michael sat down, leaning over and shaking her hand again, "The journey from my kingdom was exhausting but I'm glad to have made it here." He joked.

Her eyes lit up, immediately playing along. "Oh dear, were the donkeys we sent slow?"

He laughed slightly, "No, they donkeys were fine. It was more so the road. Seems like you've spent all your subjects taxes on your fabulous castle."

They both broke into giggles before she nodded, "Oh yeah totally, I mean come on, look at all these candelabras."

He looked around the set and nodded, "Worth it."

She smiled, "It's amazing to have you here, now please walk me through this garb. Is this typical fashion in your Kingdom?"

He looked at the cape, showing it off to the camera. "Yes, absolutely. This is actually quite dressed down for me."

She nodded, "Couldn't waste your best dressed on my sad kingdom."

He laughed, "Correct."

"Well, are you ready for the trial set before you today?" She mused.

He nodded enthusiastically, "Hit me with it!"

"Without further ado, let the trials begin." She clapped twice. The lights dropped suddenly before a bright spotlight hit Michael hard.

He reveled in it, letting out a sigh, "Ah, feels like home." He joked.

She laughed, placing her glasses on her nose and grabbing an old looking piece of paper. "Mr. Jackson.... I have to ask, do you love to tour?"

Michaels head dropped as he laughed, covering his face before looking over at her. "Love it. It's the best thing in the world, you should try it."

Everyone behind the camera laughed. She smiled, "Alright, so given the choice between touring and death by drawing and quartering you would...."

"Oh, draw and quarter me immediately." He nodded, looking at her seriously. The room broke out in more laughs. You smiled, relaxing back into your chair as you watched Michael lean into the whole episode. She asked more questions, earning her a lot of ridiculous answers.

"With that, King Michael, you've passed!" She clapped "You've done such splendidly on the first part. Now, I hear you've brought me something... SQUIRE!"

A covered silver platter was placed onto the table. He smiled as two sparkly gloves were revealed. Her mouth dropped open, "What the hell, no way."

Michael smiled and took one of the gloves, holding it open for her. "Yes way. You're hand, M'lady."

She gasped and placed her hand in the glove, screaming silently as she showed it off to the camera while he put on the other glove.

"Is this real?" She looked at it closely.

Michael nodded, "Mhm, that's one of the gloves I used on the Victory Tour."

"I feel like I've been imbued with special dancing power."

He shushed her, "Don't reveal my secrets."

They continued talking, her asking him more questions while still being enamored with the glove.

"So! King Michael, in front of you is a shield. Seeing as you didn't bring your family crest here today, you're going to draw your answers to those prompts and I'm going to ask you some more kind of serious career focused questions. Maybe some more, you know, introspective. The real task here is double tasking. So if you need me to repeat a question, absolutely, just let me know."

He nodded earnestly, looking down at the prompts. "Well, I'm old now, so be prepared to repeat yourself."

She smiled and looked at her list of questions, "In response to tabloids and rumors you once said, 'to buy it is to feed it,' do you think that still correlates with today's sort of media?"

He nodded, thinking thoughtfully. "I do. I think obviously back then, you literally had to buy those tabloids and magazines and that's what gave them the initiative to make more outrageous claims. But today, y'know you don't necessarily have to go out and buy the paper to see what's being made up, it's all at our fingertips. But I think that buying of that kind of thing today is more so giving it your energy, y'know? Letting things consume you and hold power over you, that's what feeds it. People will always say silly things about other's, but you can take away their power by staying truthful to yourself and to your family, friends, fans, etc."

She nodded, "I love that. That's such a refreshing way to look at things. Especially now with how loud and overwhelming things can get. And that brings me to another question. When things get too loud, how do you quell the noise?"

He smiled, pausing mid drawing and looking over at you and your daughter. "I lean on those closest to me. Y'know, I've been blessed with the most amazing wife in the world, and a beautiful family because of her. I find that surrounding myself with the people who truly know me is what keeps me centered."

Brittany smiled, continuing to ask more questions as Michael drew on the little printed out crest. "Alright, King Michael, please reveal to us your shield, and would you restate the prompts for me?"

"Yes! So, family portrait. As you can see I've tried my best to draw as many people as possible, there is me and my wife and these are our 10 children-"

She blinked and looked at him wildly, "TEN?"

He nodded, "Yes, 10. We kept very busy. And there's all the grandbabies, and, pardon me but I went outside the boundary to draw in my siblings and their children as well."

She leaned closer, "There's like 30 faces."

He nodded, "We are a very reproductive family. Anyway, the next prompt was my favorite mythical creature. I drew a sphinx cause they remind me of my beautiful wife over there. And then this prompt was my favorite short film, which is Thriller, so I drew a zombie! And the last prompt was my favorite thing, and I drew my wife."

Brittany gushed, "Oh and look, that one has the most detail! That's actually precious, I hope I find a love like that one day."

Michael smiled, "I hope everyone does."

She clapped, standing and taking a small sword, "Alright, King Michael, I hereby dub thee as second in command on my royal court!"

Everyone applauded as he bowed politely, "Not, first in command?" He joked.

"Oh calm down, you got your own empire already."

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Dropout

After Michael's episode on Royal Court, more and more requests came in. One in particular had stood out to Michael. He had received an invitation to go onto a private streaming service called Dropout. After looking into them, Michael wanted sooooo badly to go on Game Changer and possibly even make an appearance on Dimension 20.

So before he knew it, Michael was on his way to the studio to be featured in an upcoming episode of Game Changer.

Little did he know, Dropout had also reached out to you after Michael agreed to come on the show, and had told you that they wanted to surprise Michael by having you on the show.

And little did either of you know, they had also reached out to your daughter, Adore, to pull a fast one on both you and Michael. Everyone was in for a treat.

"Get ready for a game changer!" Sam stood at the colorful podium, introducing the three main contestants. "And your host: me. I've been here the whole time. This is Game Changer. The only game show where the game changes every show. I am your host Sam Reich and I am joined today by these three lovely contestants." Brennan, Katie, and Raphael stood at their little podiums. "But wait theres more, we have a fourth, surprise contestant today, he needs no introduction please give a warm welcome to Michael Jackson."

Michael stepped onto the set, waving politely as he took his spot between Raph and Brennan. "Thank you for having me!"

"Thank you for joining us. Now let's get started... you all know how the game works?"

"Sam, we don't and you know we don't." Katie placed a hand on her hip. "You ask us every time, and we tell you we don't know."

"That's right, our players have no idea what game it is they're about to play. The only way to learn is by playing. The only way to win is by learning, and the only way to begin is by beginning so without further ado... lets begin! Ash, if I could please have.. the bingo boards."

Ash emerged from the curtain, handing each player a large bingo card and a large stamp.

Michael smiled and looked at Sam, "Did you plan this because you think now that I'm old I must like bingo? Cause you're right."

They quickly launched into the game, completing prompts in order to earn a bingo ball. Michael was having the absolute time of his life, getting super into the challenges and wanting to win so badly.

And just above him, upstairs, you, Mike, Lily, and Rekha were playing your own game of bingo. You and the other three were in charge of the prompts for the 4 downstairs, trying to get them to say or do certain things so that you could get bingo before them.

When you had agreed to prank your husband, they asked you for a list of things Michael does often, and that list was now written out in a bingo format on your own board. Lily was in charge of prompting Katie, Mike was in charge of Brennan, Rekha in charge of Raph, and you for Michael.

One of the things you needed Michael to do was say the phrase 'including Jermaine,' so you carefully typed in a prompt: 'list 2 things you love about all of your brothers.'

As Sam read off the prompt, Michael smiled and laughed. "All of them?"

Sam nodded, "That is what the prompt says."

You waited eagerly with the large stamp in your hand, "Come on, Mikey. I know you wanna say it."

"Including Jermaine?" He asked with a playful smile.

You whooped loudly, marking off the tile. "I knew it, he just can't resist saying that."

While you and the other three were focused on manipulating the four downstairs, your daughter was tucked away in another part of the large building with her own bingo card. She, Carolyn, Jess, and Tao were playing their own game of bingo with the second group, using the PA to complete their own boards.

One of the PA's came over to you with a phone looking very nervous. She quickly whispered to you, "Can I take a selfie with you?"

You smiled and nodded, "Of course!" You posed for a selfie.

Adore fist pumped and stamped off her own tile. "Oh it's over for all of them, I know my mom."

The game continued, you prompting Michael with ridiculous requests, and Adore having the PA mess with you.

You slowly got closer and closer to getting Bingo, getting more and more excited to beat and prank your beloved husband. Meanwhile, Michael was down stairs, absolutely confused by these prompts. Something was going on.

He started at the newest prompt, narrowing his eyes. "Do your wifes favorite dance move.... This is getting very specific" He eyes Sam, "Is there something going on here?"

Sam held back a laugh, "What do you think could possibly be going on? Aren't you playing bingo?"

He nodded, eyeing Sam, "For now...."

Michael knew something was amiss, just not sure what. While upstairs, you were clueless. Completely focused on playing Michael that you gave the PA, who was asking you to do wild things, absolutely no thought.

And while Adore was putting up her best efforts, you just knew Michael too well. You ended up successfully getting Bingo, winning by getting Michael to admit what 'good fish' means.

You cheered, holding up the board triumphantly.

Shortly after, Adore got bingo by getting you to dance with the PA.

Downstairs, on the mainstage, the four main contestants were very disheartened by their struggles to complete bingo. "Well, players. That brings us to the end of our game. Unfortunately none of you got Bingo, that said... we do have a winner."

The curtain opened to reveal you, Lily, Mike, and Rekha holding your own beautiful bingo boards.

Michael pointed at you, "I knew it!!"

"Welcome players! Now, Mrs. Jackson, would you do me a favor and read your winning bingo line aloud?"

You nodded and cleared your throat. "Fails to wink at camera, 'including Jermaine,' mimics a random sound, mentions his wife 5 times in the span of 2 minutes, and the last one is does a victory dance."

Michael placed his face in his hands, laughing at the whole situation. "So it was you!!"

"The players in the green room have been filling in the blanks to your prompts, the entire time." Sam explained. You and the other three smiled deviously before Sam continued. "But wait, there's more."

The curtains opened up to reveal your daughter and the other three players. You laughed, suddenly piecing together the weird actions from the PA. Michael pointed and laughed at you, "HAHA, not so fun now is it!?"

"Wait, who won?" Katie asked.

"Our winner is.... Mrs. Jackson!"

You cheered loudly, obnoxiously getting in both Michael and Adore's faces. "BOOM! That's how you play!"

They both laughed and the three of you shared a group hug as the show ended.

When the show was over, Michael went over to Sam, thanking him for having both him and his wonderful ladies. As they talked, you and Brennan discussed possibly going on Dimension 20 at some point.

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Smosh

After Royal Court and Dropout, Michael was on a roll. He wanted to start going on more and more channels, loving how easy going things were now.

Which is what led both you and him to go on Smosh, more specifically; Smosh Mouth.

You sat at the table with Amanda and Shayne, smiling eagerly as the two started the intro to the podcast.

"Hi, welcome to Smosh Mouth, I'm Shayne."

"And I'm Amanda. And these are our special guests... Mr. and Mrs. Jackson."

"Yes... that's right. Today we are joined by Michael Jackson and his wife, Y/n."

You and Michael both spoke polite hellos into the microphones placed in front of you.

"It's amazing having the two of you here today. Y'know we saw your Royal Court episode and then the episode you guys did with Dropout, and we were stoked when you agreed to come visit us over here at Smosh."

Michael smiled, "We're excited to be here. And our grandkids are definitely excited for us to be here too. They watch the channel a lot."

You nodded, "Oh yeah, actually, one of them dressed up as your character, Shayne. The Chosen."

Shayne laughed loudly, leaning away from the mic as you showed him a picture. "That's amazing. I've seen a lot of people dress up as The Chosen, but I have to say, seeing one of your grandkids do it is by far my favorite."

You and Michael laughed, "Oh yeah, they love you guys."

Amanda smiled, "Do they have favorites?"

"Amanda!" Shayne scolded her playfully.

"I want to know, so I can put it on my resume."

Michael nodded, "Well, I'm not sure... but I know our youngest daughter really loves Angela."

"Angela is going to die." Shayne smiled.

The podcast continued, the four of you talking comfortably. They asked the two of you about everything from what a typical day was like for the Michael Jackson to how he was feeling about these new styles of interviews.

"I really like the new styles. Everything feels so much more personal and relaxing. I always felt like I had to watch my back when I was talking to interviewers or I was going on some sort of show. Recently, I haven't felt like that. It's a nice change. Even here, y'know, I've only been here a few hours, but I don't feel like anyone here has bad intentions. I don't feel like anyone is out to get me."

You nodded, "It's really nice to see him relaxed and being more of himself. For so long, it was like he had to put on a persona in order to protect himself. So it's nice that people are able to see the real man I married."

"That's so sweet, well we love the two of you, you've been absolutely amazing to have with us today."

The podcast wrapped up, afterwards you and Michael met the rest of the cast, having a nice lunch with them and just watching them do their thing.

It was true what you said, you loved seeing Michael finally showing the real him.

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A/N: Yall... I got lazy at the end... im sorry. If yall want me to do another in depth smosh related one just lmk.

[carmaloves]

Requests Update!

Hey guys! I hope everyone is doing well, I just wanted to let y'all know I'm pausing my request right now! I love when y'all send me requests, but there's just a lot of them right now and I gotta catch up lol. I'll let y'all know when they open back up!

I love yall sm! Thank you for reading and being understanding <3

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[carmaloves]

LIFE IS GOOOOOOOD

so you’re e telling me that the Michael Biopic just made $1 Billion, Brinity won love island, AND I GOT TO SEE TAME IMPALA IN CONCERT ALL IN THE SPAN OF ONE DAY????

[carmaloves]

do you have any requests besides the retired life series?

YUUUUUUH!

I've got a couple that I'm in the middle of working on! Here are they are:

Hi! Can I request something where reader is the type to overthink everything and is really shy (maybe more than mj). Her and mj recently got together but when she sees Michael perform twymmf with Tatiana and she kisses him, she internally panick and start to think things like ''Is he already tired of me?'' ''Am I not enough?'' without knowing Michael wasn't okay with that kiss. She's too worried to talk to him about that kiss and instead of communicating she continues to overthink and fortunately Michael notices her change of behaviour and talks with her. Maybe he can also tell her to not hesitate to talk to him, to communicate more (since it's her first relationship). He's so gentle and patient 😩

hii!! not sure if this kinda request would interest u, but can u do a platonic fic about mature mj and reader, who is his eldest kid (like a teenager). reader likes to sing and they do a surprise performance/duet with each other, singing ben or who’s lovin you or some other early michael song. maybe reader’s shy or unsure if she gave a good performance, but michael reassures her and supports her!!! xx

would you be willing to do a song request for a fic? before i let you go by black street has been on repeat and some smut/angst would be written so well by you… thank you in advance if you even consider it lol 😋😋

Heey x. Can I request a Jaafar Jackson x wife reader fic?. Reader had been recieving both hate and death threats online all throughout the press tour and after the release of Michael. Jaafar wanted to defend her online but she told him not to because she didn't want the fans to turn on him, she also didn't want the negativity to jeopardize the success of the biopic. Reader suffered in silence for months. When Michael 2 was announced to be in production, reader received even more hate which made Jaafar finally snap. He pulls out of doing the second movie and this time he's the one sacrificing a lot just for his wife. Reader tries to make him change his mind but Jaafar tells her that she means more to him than the movie does.

HIHIHHI! I love your fanfics they’re sooo good!! I was wondering if you could write a fic about dancer!reader who is teaching MJ some choreography for one of his short films (could be any era/video). So he kinda has a crush on her and makes the first move ORRR she has a really strong crush on him and makes the first move 😉😉

My idea was a reader who is a singer – she performs, maybe at the mtv awards or something, or the night Mj recieves all those Grammys and they have an established relationship. Michael knows all of her songs and which one she will perform, but reader planned something different and plans secretly to sing one that he doesn't know yet. I'd love if the song she is performing was "If I Ain't Got You" from Alicia Keys and she would dedicate it to him. I feel like i just need something fluffy where someone makes him feel appreciated. Idk maybe there is an occasion on the day too. Maybe it's their anniversary on the same day, or, since reader knows they're an unconventional pair anyways with fame and everything, she even plans her performance as a proposal? I don't know if these are good ideas, you probably have a better idea than me. Thank you so much, if you decide to have a go at it! :D

hi carma! i adore all your MJ fics thank you for feeding our delusions queen<3 i was thinking about thrad! michael x reader they meet at an event or like his visit to the white house maybe. he falls for her instantly, she's so kind and shy, also she loves children and is so good with them (basically like princess diana) but the thing is she is engaged/married to a powerful abusive man (maybe a senator's son or smth). you can add other stuff too!!

Hihi! Can i req a fic where reader is a farmer and michael visits her farm for harvest season and they pick all the produce together and make a quaint meal after?

heyyy, can you do a bad Micheal era x Designer reader, where reader is like the head clothing designer during his world tour and reader is kinda shy, because you had grown up being told to always make eye contact and speak up, but it did the opposite and made reader feel nervous when making eye contact(Micheal has very good eye contact).and Micheal is always tilting his head leaning closer to try and hear you better or look in your eyes to make out how your feeling during touch ups, measurements, or even just randomly talking about whatever, you can decide.and one day while you’re going over designs he says how he finds you’re voice soothing and that he would wish to hear it more and offers you to sing or say something as lan intro or like something in one of his future songs.

Could I request Micheal is always taking reader with him to the studio where she just falls asleep every time. She’s got her own little blanket and eye cover and snoozes her way through his rehearsals. Everyone finds it hilarious she can fall asleep with all the noise. A lot of fluff from Micheal

second is with Jaafar (tw body dysmorphia!! sorry for that…) reader is self conscious about her weight gain due to people on internet being mean about women's body (all bodies are beautiful), and since Jaafar decided to take reader to the pool to cool off in hot weather, she doesn't want to get out of the shade of the umbrella, neither does she takes off the beach attire (think of those like crochet type of dress coverups, i'll link the photo https://pin.it/4ZurXVNWN , basically these types of dresses), and Jaafar doesn't see a reason for reader to be insecure because she looks healthy and glowing, but to reader it is stil hard to process her body image. so it gets a bit smutty towards the end with Jaafar saying something along the lines 'i'll show you how beautiful you look and how i love you', but first they'll finally have a swim int the pool, but reader stays a intrigued from this 'threat'

Those are the requests I've gotten, and I'm not sure I will do ALLLL of them just cause theres a lot of these and the retired series. So yall lmk which ones interest you the most! And if you requested one of these and like really really REALLY want me to do it, I shall.

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A/N: If you asked to be tagged and it's not tagging you PLS lmk so I can find a way to fix it!

[carmaloves]

𝑳𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕

Jaafar Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: Jaafar splurges on a whole new bed set up, and he absolutely loves waking up in the morning to see you zonked tf out. Content/Warnings: Fluff, fluff, more fluff, very domestic, Jaafar and reader are TIRED AF, suggestive content, mentions of sex, swearing, they lowkey freaks, playful arguing W.C.

Masterlist

You sat beside Jaafar on the couch, leaning over his shoulder to look at his computer screen.

"You sure you wanna do this? It's gonna cost a lot of money, J."

Jaafar gave you an amused glance, "Baby, you really think money is gonna be a problem?"

You shook your head, "No, but it's just a lot for something that we're not even conscious when using."

"If I remember correctly, you were very conscious last night when I was deep insid-"

You shoved him playfully, "You know what I mean!"

Jaafar bit back a smile, looking back at the computer screen, "Well, maybe with the new mattress you won't be complaining about how much your back hurts every time we have sex. Plus, a nice bed is something everyone needs to invest in."

"I mean, listen, if you wanna get a whole new bed set up, I'm not complaining, just make sure whatever sheets you buy aren't ugly." You smiled and kissed his cheek.

He let out a laugh, "Alright deal."

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A few days later, you returned home to find Jaafar hovering over the kitchen island. At least 10 different swatches of fabric were laid out on the marble counter, Jaafar staring down at them with the utmost concentration.

"J, baby, sweetheart, love of my life, what are you doing?" You asked with a small smile.

He kept his gaze on the small squares, "Thinking. I can't decide what fabric to go with for our bed sheets. I need a second opinion." He waved you over.

You tossed your bag onto the couch, joining him in the kitchen. You stood on the other side of the island, leaning over it on your forearms. "Mhmmmmm, they all look the same to me."

"That's cause they're all the same color. But they all feel different." He handed you two swatches, "See? This one is supima cotton, and this one is bamboo."

You ran your fingers over both of them, brows furrowing. "They feel the exact same to me."

His eyes widened, "HOW!? They're completely different! See the cotton is much more durable, and it's resistant to pilling. But the bamboo is much more breathable and will keep us cool."

You stared at him in disbelief, taking his hands gently, "Baby, they feel the same."

He rolled his eyes, taking the samples back protectively and shooing you away. "You just don't know luxury."

Your jaw dropped, "You calling me broke?!"

He eyed you for just a second before looking back at the squares of fabric, "No, but I'm not saying you rich either."

"This bedding debacle has changed you."

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You hated to admit it.... but Jaafar was right. The whole new bed set up was fucking amazing. He had completely started from scratch; new frame, mattress, topper, sheets, duvet, pillows, blankets, the whole works.

The bed was like a cloud, it was unbelievably comfortable. If someone had asked you what it felt like you would've said that it was a mix of a warm marshmallow and a pink fluffy cloud. And Jaafar was so smug about it.

You came home a week after the sheet sampling incident, finding Jaafar waiting for you with a smug little smirk on his face. He looked unbelievably proud of himself, which of course immediately had you suspicious.

"What did you do?" You began your interrogation.

"Oh nothing.... just changed your life." He crossed his arms over his chest.

You glanced down at your ring finger, "Hm, weird, I don't see a ring."

He rolled his eyes, "Not that, even better."

You gave him an exasperated look, "Bitch, if this is about that damn bed again..." His face told you it was, "Are you saying this bed is better than you finally proposing!?"

He shrugged, "You'll just have to see for yourself." He leaned off the wall, heading back to the bedroom.

As agitated as you were, the second you sat down on the bed... you completely understood what he was saying. You glared up at his smug face, "Shut up."

"I didn't say anything!" He laughed and flopped onto the bed beside you.

You eyed him, "Didn't have to, I can see it written all over your face."

He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Admit it, this is nice."

You cuddled into him, body relaxing into the fluffy duvet instantly. "Yeah, it really is."

Jaafar peppered kisses all over your face, "I could stay here all day."

You smiled, looking up at him. "Then why don't we? I say we put some movies on, maybe have some breakfast for dinner, and just snuggle in our nice new bed."

He nodded, shoving his face in your chest, humming in pure delight. "Yes please."

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The bed became a safe space of the two of you, a shelter you could go to when you needed to relax. There was a comforting energy to the bed, you always felt peaceful when snuggled up in those ridiculously expensive sheets. And of course, even more peaceful when Jaafar was by your side in bed.

The bed came with a lot of great additives: a looooot more sex, more cuddling, more naps, and better sleep. Holy shit, you had never slept better in your life, especially after particularly rough rounds with Jaafar.

It was like the bed practically sang you a lullaby every time your head hit the pillow. You were out within seconds, lost in a deep sleep. Jaafar found it hilarious. He would be mid conversation with you, spooning you carefully, when all the sudden your responses would be replaced with gentle snores.

Oh and he now had an album in his photo library dedicated to pictures of you sleeping. He would snap quick pictures of you first thing in the morning, mouth slightly ajar, one leg hitched up on the mattress, a fluffy blanket wrapped tight around you. It became something he looked forward to seeing. He especially liked it when you would wear next to nothing to bed, the morning sun lighting up your skin beautifully. Your large sleep shirt would rise up in the middle of the night, leaving the sun to illuminate your stomach and the dainty panties that made your ass look otherworldly.

Morning sex became a regular occurrence within the first week of the new bed. And you were certainly not complaining either. On the occasion that you woke up before Jaafar, you would find him shirtless and radiant. His broad shoulders looked impeccable against the cream duvet. You could practically feel your mouth watering at the sight of him.

Jaafar was overly content with himself for the amazing splurge, constantly rubbing it in your face whenever you went straight to the bedroom for a power nap after work.

"And you thought it was stupid, look at you now. I think you love the bed more than me."

You side eyed him hard, wrapping yourself in the sheets. "To be fair, the bed doesn't make fun of me."

Jaafar smiled, slipping under the sheets and pulling you close. "You know it's all in good fun."

You kissed his chin, tangling your legs with him, "Mhm, but you better watch your back. You keep putting off that proposal and the bed might beat you to it."

He let out a laugh, a hand slipping under your shirt and drawing random shapes on your skin. "You're so impatient."

You gave him a look, "Jaafar, it took you exactly 9 days to research, order, and set up a whole new bed arrangement. I want that damn rock you keep promising."

"Hey, the bed was a necessary prerequisite to the ring."

"Why?"

"Cause I needed to make sure we had a sturdy enough bed for the occasion." He smirked lightly, pinching your sides.

You let out a small yelp, shifting closer to him by instinct. "Well we've got the bed, so what's the hold up?"

He held you tighter, "There is no hold up, in fact... make sure you wear that dress I got you the other day to dinner on Friday."

You smiled brightly, letting out an excited squeal before kissing him passionately. "Screw the nap, let's double check to make sure the bed is sturdy enough."

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A/N: If you asked to be tagged and it's not tagging you PLS lmk so I can find a way to fix it!

[carmaloves]

RETIRED LIFE UPDATE 3!!!

DAMN! YALL JUST KEEP IT COMING WITH THE REQUESTS! I love it tho :p OKAY! WE GOT A LOOOOOONG AH LIST OF THE NEXT BATCH OF THIS SERIES!

Michael goes on Royal Court, Smosh, and Dropout!

Michael is a guest judge on Dancing with the Stars

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8GACP8D/ this trend with Michael

Family Feud with the brothers and theres a girls team

Michaels grand daughter asks him what "good fish" means

You calling Michael by his full name in front of the whole family and them scattering like mice cause they thinks he's in trouble

Michael youngest daughter brings home her boyfriend, ruh roh

Retired Michael being shown this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bp4_7T9J6Fg

Buzzfeed interview with puppies

Michael sees his grandkids recreate the "We Are the World' incident'

The family reacts to bts footage of you and michael during a bunch of his music videos

ALSO IF YALL ARE INTERESTED IN WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN Y/N AND PRINCE LET ME KNOW AND I CAN ADD THAT IN!

EXTRA: This is sort of an expansion to the retired series! This was requested based off of Retired Life 15!

the request: Hello! Based off retired life 15, maybe the reader and Jaafar end up falling for each other during filming and Michael is there to see it happen and stuff??

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Okay, let me know which ones yall are most excited for/ which ones you wanna see first! As always, thank you for reading!!!! Love yall down bad!

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[carmaloves]

Hiii! I have an idea for your retired life series if you're interested.

Someone said on ig that if Michael participated as a judge to one of those show where people sing (I'm sorry I don't remember the name, maybe America's got talent? Idk) and it would be a kid he would be so indulgent with that kid unlike the other judges.

What if Michael is part of the judges and a little girl/boy interprets one of his songs but she/he completely mess up and the judges give the child a bad rate meanwhile Michael can't bear the sight of the child who's already on the verge of tears so he gives him a good rate and congratulates the child for trying. I just know this man would have been so sweet with kids even if they mess up his songs idk 😭

𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 ➊➏

Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: Michael defents one of the younger contestants who messes up mid performance. Content/Warnings: Fluff, Modern Au, Michael Lives, Gramps!Michael, Michael's a sweetie, the other judges are mean :( W.C. 1k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 Part 11 Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16 (Current)

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Michael sat back in the nice lounge chairs, chatting with Mel B while they were on commercial break. The night had been going fairly well, there were a lot of talented people and a lot of people who really gave it their best try.

Michael had been invited as a guest judge for the night, taking over Howie Mandels due to a very sudden sickness. He had been so excited, always wanting to be a judge on one of these fun competition shows.

The quickly reset as the break came to an end, the theme song playing through the speakers and the audience clapping and cheering.

As they set up for the next contestant, a short video began playing. A small girl, maybe 7 or 8, popped up on screen with the cutest smile. She introduced herself as Nadia, and explained that she was a Michael Jackson enthusiast. Michael smiled as the video showed her practicing her dance moves with her dad backstage. They quickly showed a clip of Nick Canon explaining that Michael was actually a surprise guest tonight, and the wide eyed wonder that spread on her face. The audience awed, and Michael beamed, sitting forward in his chair.

Once the video ended, Nick walked out the small girl onto the middle of the stage. She was absolutely adorable, hair pulled low in pig tails, and the cutest little 70's inspired outfit on.

As she stood at the Microphone she stared at Michael, giving him the cutest little wave. He waved back as Simon spoke up, "Hello, sweetheart, what's your name?"

She shrunk slightly, obviously nervous to be in front of so many people, "Nadia."

"And what are you going to be doing for us tonight, Nadia?" Mel B asked.

"Singin." She smiled bashfully.

Heidi clapped excitedly, "I bet I know who's song you're gonna be singing. Are you going to be singing a Michael Jackson song?"

She nodded, cheeks rosy.

Michael beamed, giving her a thumbs up, "Good choice. You're going to do great, Nadia. Go on, let's hear your beautiful voice."

She held the microphone in her tiny hands, nodding a bit. The audience roared with applause and cheers as the opening chords to Ben came through the speakers. The small girl jumped back slightly, startled by the noise and missing her cue. She blinked wildly, stuttering into the microphone as she tried to catch back up.

Michael felt his heart sink, watching her little face twist in fear and embarrassment. The other judges looked at her expectantly, calling out for her to start, which only overwhelmed her more.

She looked like she was on the verge of tears, and Michael couldn't take it. He carefully signaled for the sound to pause. The music came to a stop, and poor Nadia looked terrified.

Michael turned to her from his seat with a gentle smile, "You're doing great sweetie. I know people were cheering over your entrance, so how about we try it again, yeah? Do you want me to help you start?"

She nodded immediately, sniffling every so slightly. "Yes please."

Michael nodded, and looked to sound booth to start the song over. He motioned for the audience to stay relatively quiet as the music started back up.

He gave her a reassuring smile and nodded to her as the entrance came up.

"Ben, the two of us need look no more..." He sang the first line with her before backing off with more affirmative nods.

She sang the song beautifully, growing more confident as she continued the song. Michael felt truly moved by her small performance. The emotion she brought to the song was amazing for such a young kid. Michael felt himself tear up slightly, smiling at her from the judges panel.

As the song came to an end he stood up and clapped wildly for her.

They slowly went down the line, giving her feedback. Simon started. "That was great sweetie, you sound amazing, but I'm not sure it's enough to advance you to the next round. Singing is a nice talent but we're looking for something bigger."

Michael frowned as the other judges agreed, telling her that she did great but that it just wasn't enough.

When it got to Michael he shook his head, "I have to politely disagree with the judges. I think that you have a beautiful talent that it’s more than just your amazing voice. I think your real talent is your bravery, Nadia. What I think my friends here are missing is that it takes a lot of guts to stand in front of so many people at your age and to perform. And even more courage to get back up when you're knocked down. I think that's not something that everyone can do, especially a kid your age. And for that reason, I would really love to see you continue in this competition... so..." He reached over and slammed the golden buzzer.

Gold confetti rained down on the stage as her face lit up with pure joy. She jumped up and down as her dad came running out on stage, scooping her up in a tight hug. Michael smiled at the sight, slowly making his way up the stairs to congratulate her.

Her dad gently placed her down, and she ran straight into Michael's arms, hugging him tightly. Her dad gave him an appreciative nod as Michael wrapped her up in a hug. When he pulled back she was beaming ear to ear. Michael patted her head, "You have a very special light, don't let anyone take that away from you."

She nodded, hugging him again as the crowd behind them cheered wildly. Michael didn't care if people thought he was biased because she sang one of his songs, all that mattered was that she felt uplifted and good about herself.

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[carmaloves]

Hii! do you think reader would be in the biopic in your fic “retired life”? I was thinking about michael trying to find the perfect person to play her in the movie and turning it into a problem because he says that nobody is good enough

𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 ➊➎

Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: Michael causing problems with his biopic cause no one meets his standard when it comes to portraying you. Content/Warnings: Modern Au, Michael Lives, Gramps!Michael, Michael causing problems, fluff, Michael loves his wife <3 W.C. 900

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 Part 11 Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15 (Current)

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Yet another gorgeous young woman stood in the middle of the small audition room. She stood next to Jaafar, the two in the middle of a fake side for the movie.

The casting table held a small line of 5 people. Kimberly Hardin, the head of casting for the biopic, sat beside Michael. Antoine sat on the other side of him, trying to get a read on Michaels opinions. Two of the producers sat at the very ends of the table, looking entirely over everything.

After the poor girl only got out 3 lines, Michael shook his head slowly. Kimberly's eye twitched slightly and the other three practically folded in on themselves in defeat. This was the last round of auditioning, and they had just about exhausted every single one of their options.

When Antoine had asked if Michael would please help find the girl to play his dear wife, he had not anticipated the sheer stubbornness that would come from Michael. Finding someone to play you was almost as bad as finding someone to play Michael. Of course when it came to casting Michael they always had Jaafar, they just needed to see if he was willing to put in the work.

When it came to casting for you, it was a whole different story. Michael simply just didn't think anyone was good enough to play you. And it was starting to become a real issue.

They stopped the girl halfway through, letting her know that they may be in touch. As soon as she left the room Michael shook his head, "Nope, she's not the one."

Kimberly sighed and looked at him, "Why not? She looks almost identical, she's got the mannerisms, she's got your wife's cadence, so what's the issue?" Her patience was starting to wear thin.

Michael sat back, aviators hanging low on his nose, "There's just something off about her. She doesn't have that... je ne sais quoi."

Kimberly looked like she was going to explode. Antoine bit back a laugh and signaled Jaafar to take a seat. "Michael, no one is going to be exactly what you're looking for, we can't just make a doppelganger of your wife, you're gonna have to settle for someone eventually."

Michael slowly took off his sunglasses, "Well that's not true. We found the perfect person to play me, I don't understand why we can't do the same for my wife."

Jaafar smiled to himself, taking a sip of water.

"Because Michael, it took us 2 years to solidify Jaafar as our Michael. We don't have two years to find-"

"Let me stop you right there. It took you 2 years to solidify Jaafar. I knew. You can ask him, you can ask his daddy, you can ask my wife, you can ask anyone. I knew Jaafar was the perfect choice. And I will know when I find the perfect choice for my wife." He spoke firmly.

Kimberly took a deep breath. "I understand that you want to find the perfect person, but we might not have the time for that. Filming starts in 2 months, so we need to find someone fast. You know I've recommended bringing in some already well known actresses, they could really bring in a lot of attention to the movie alongside Coleman and Nia."

He shook his head, "No, I've looked at the ones you picked out and I just don't see it. They're not the right fit. I'll know her when I see her."

She let out a defeated sigh, running her hands down her face. "Alright, but if we can't find someone by the end of the week I'm pulling in my number one option whether you like it or not, Michael."

Michael frowned and put his sunglasses back on, "You're a very difficult woman, y'know that right?"

She let out a small laugh, "Mhm, and you're a very stubborn man."

Michael smiled back, "Not stubborn, I just have very high expectations. So, who's next?"

They looked down at the call sheet, reading through the next actress's information. Despite the way Michael and Kimberly were at each other's throats constantly, they always settled back into an ease. Both understood that the other was just trying to do what they felt was best for the biopic.

They continued shuffling hopeful young women in and out of the room, each time Michael shaking his head no. But he could feel they were getting closer, it was something about the change in the air. With each passing woman, the air in the room grew heavier. The same kind of heaviness that Michael had felt when he first saw you settled deep into the room as a confident yet gentle woman stepped into the room. Michael shifted in his seat, sitting up straight as he examined the actress.

Antoine and Kimberly shared a private look, both of them feeling like a weight had been lifted off their shoulders. For the first time all day, Michael let the whole scene play out, a small smile settling on his lips.

By the end of the audition, they already had a contract pulled up.

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[carmaloves]

Please do fart spray prank in the retired series

𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 ➊➍

Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: Michael and Chris have been in the midst of a prank war since the two first met. Michael decides to invite Chris over for dinner in order to get back at him for a water balloon prank 2 weeks ago. And of course, you're his accomplice as always. Content/Warnings: Modern Au, Michael lives, Gramps!Michael, Michael and Chris being besties, pranking, fluff, short and sweet W.C. 600

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 Part 11 Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 (Current), Part 15

Michael jumped up and down in excitement. Eagerly watching the window with a boyish grin on his face. Michael had invited Chris over for dinner, and of course there was always a prank involved.

Michael absolutely adored Chris, he had been there for Michael when almost no one else had been. For a long time, it was just you and Chris keeping Michael steady, especially when things had gotten bad.

Chris was Michael's absolute best friend, and always got a burst of energy whenever the guy was around or even mentioned. It was honestly really cute to see, even when it felt like you were babysitting the two of them. But the look on Michael's face made all of it worth it.

The prank war had started when Chris pranked Michael on the set of You Rock My World, and had been going on since. That's right, the war has been going on now for almost 25 whole years. And of course, you were always roped into helping Michael pull off some silly prank.

Which is exactly what you found yourself doing right now. Michael had positioned you behind the front door, the spray bottle in hand. The plan was to use the fart spray directly on Chris the second he walked in. Michael was at the window, ready to signal you whenever the man opened the door.

Chris never actually knocked, he just came in with some silly punch line or Michael themed joke.

"Okay! He's here!! He's gettin out of the car, are you ready?" Michael called out to you.

"Yup, I'm in position!" You called back, biting back a smile.

"Okay... not yet... almost... okay now!"

The door opened and you quickly sprayed 3 evil pumps of the fart spray right on Chris.

"SHAMON- Gawd almighty, the fuck is that?!" Chris leaped away from you, plugging his nose.

Michael immediately appeared behind him, "Boo!"

Chris let out a loud shriek and jumped up like a scaredy cat. Michael doubled over in laughter, wheezing as Chris practically gagged at the smell.

"Jesus, Mike! What the fuck is that?! It smells awful, what'd you spray on me, woman!?" Christ turned to you, face contorted in disgust.

You held your hands up in defense, "Hey don't look at me, this was Mikey's idea, blame him."

Chris narrowed his eyes at the grown ass man doubling over in fits of giggles before snatching the spray out of your hands and aiming it at Michael.

Michael screamed and dodged the first spray, making a break towards the kitchen. Chris followed him hot on his trail, "Mike! Get your ass over here!"

You sighed, watching the two run around. Your daughter looked over the railing from the top of the stairs, shaking her head. "Boys..."

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[angelfacediary]

why do I feel like there is a sudden decrease in fanfics for mj …. don’t leave now (come back 😔😔) maybe im just wrong tho…….

NO THERE IS 🤕 ITS SO DEVASTATING WHERE R THE PEOPLE?? THE TAG GETS A NEW FIC LIKE EVERY OTHER HOUR ATP

[hcwait]

WE’RE STILL HERE YALL, i just don’t think they’re getting pushed out on the tag 🫩

[multifandomposts-blog]

Honestly, I think there was a huge wave of excitement after the biopic, and now a lot of the more temporary fans have moved on, so it can feel like there are fewer of us. But the people who genuinely love writing and reading MJ fanfiction are still here. We just have to keep creating and supporting each other.

I also don't think Tumblr is pushing fanfiction into the tags the way it used to. Even when I browse the Michael tags, it feels like I'm not seeing everything that's being posted.

Another thing one of my mutuals recently made me aware of: apparently there are accounts that go onto someone's blog and like every single post back-to-back. Obviously it's nice that someone is showing support, but if they're mass-liking everything in a matter of seconds, Tumblr can interpret that as spam rather than genuine engagement, and it can negatively affect your blog's visibility and make you shadow banned. 

If you notice someone doing that, it might be worth politely messaging them and asking them not to mass-like your entire blog all at once. If they genuinely want to support your work, it's better if they actually read the posts and engage with them over time instead of clicking "like" on everything in one sitting. And if it looks like a ghost blog or a suspicious account, I personally just block it.

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@niyahctrl

[carmaloves]

TRUST THERE ARE STILL SO MANY BLOGS STILL WRITING! We're doing our best to hold down the fort, but fr I do feel like Tumblr isn't pushing our writings anymore.

As it was stated above, engagement is great but not in a way that may be determined as spam. If you find a blog that you like, instead of mass-liking their stuff, I would say give them a follow instead that way you'll see their fics without possible getting them shadowbanned.

But I promise, there are still so many of us writing and reading MJ fics!

[carmaloves]

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔

Jaafar Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: Jaafar is obsessed with your freckles, and makes it his personal mission to could every single one of them. Content/Warnings: FLUFF, established relationship, Jaafar can't stop staring at you, as always king is down bad, suggestive content W.C. 1.5k

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You sat comfortably on the large plush sectional that you and Jaafar had splurged on when you first bought the beautiful Victorian house on the outskirts of LA. Rays of sunshine carefully lit up the living room, refracting off the stained glass and showering the room in colorful beams. You were sprawled out on the couch in pure bliss, a book resting happily in your lap and a small iced coffee sitting on the table in front of the large couch.

It was one of those days where neither you nor Jaafar had anything to do, it was the definition of a lazy day. You had yet to change out of your ridiculously large sleep shirt and booty shorts. Despite the fact that the clock in the kitchen read 1:30 PM, it looked as if you had just rolled out of bed in the most princess-esque way possible. You had let your hair down out of its protective sleep style, curls looking almost as fresh as they were on wash day. You had gotten enough sleep to rid yourself of the dark bags that had been hanging under your eyes almost the whole week. Your face was glowing with much needed rest, completely bare and beautiful.

Jaafar swore you looked like something straight out of an old rom-com. You were in your full natural state, and Jaafar found himself fully entranced in it. He absolutely loved seeing you in such a relaxed state, safe and fully vulnerable with him. He cherished moments like this with you, especially recently. He had been extra busy as of late, with the biopic breaking records and invitations flooding in from talk shows.

About 2 weeks ago, Jaafar had felt like he was at his wits end, constantly on the move and away from the comfort that you brought him. So he had essentially demanded a day off, and had told his manager to clear off his entire schedule so that he could just get a moment to breathe. He had never really been so demanding like that before, but he just needed a moment of peace and tranquility with the love of his life.

And looking at you now, he had never been so happy to have dramatically demanded a day off. Last night, he had returned home earlier than he had originally anticipated, even beating you home from your job. He had decided he wanted to kick off the lazy day with a nice date night. He ordered take out from your favorite chinese restaurant, setting it up in the living room right as you walked through the front door. The sight and smell caught you off guard. Jaafar was almost never home before you, so seeing him already in his sweats and unpacking takeout almost brought tears to your eyes.

After hugging you, he told you to go get comfy while he found a movie for the two of you to watch. When you came back wearing nothing but some short shorts and one of his sweatshirts his chest settled in loving content. The two of you spent the night pigging out, and watching random movies. In the middle of watching some 2000's dystopian movie, you caught Jaafar staring intently at your face.

He noticed you side eyeing him and smiled, "Don't move." He said quietly, eyes dotting across the side of your face.

"Uh... why?"

"Cause, I'm counting."

You raised an eyebrow in amusement, "Counting what?"

"Your freckles." He said simply, face moving closer and twisting in pure concentration. You laughed, head falling down slightly. Jaafar groaned, "You made me lose my place, now I've gotta start over. Hold still." He gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to keep looking forward.

"You know, if you took a picture you could count them without making me sit like a statue."

He shook his head. "That's cheating, I wanna count them in real time, plus pictures aren't reliable, freckles come and go."

"Exactly, so why bother counting them when in a few weeks there may be even more?"

"Cause I like knowing in the moment." He smiled to himself.

You hummed quietly, eyeing him again. It had been awhile since the two of you had had time like this to yourselves, and you had other plans for the night. "Well, as much as I think it's real cute that you wanna count my freckles, I think there's something else more worthy of your time and attention."

Jaafar immediately lost count, completely abandoning his previous priority. He smiled and scooped you up, carrying you off to your shared bedroom without a second thought.

But now that it was the next morning and there was nothing else on his schedule, he was determined to finish his counting. He watched you from the kitchen, making some late afternoon breakfast. Last night had been absolutely wild, causing the two of you to sleep in far later than either had anticipated. But judging from the glow on your face and the purple spots littering your neck, it was worth it.

Now, he was planning out his best course of action in order to count those beautiful spots on your face. If he had been smart he would've gotten up early to get a head start while you slept, but he had been too desperate for sleep to think about that.

This was going to be a difficult challenge, but he was absolutely hell bent on completing the task. He brought over your plate of waffles and hash browns, placing it down on the coffee table with a kiss to your forehead. He returned moments later with his own plate, gently lifting your legs and taking their spot, placing them back down over his lap.

You placed your book down, grabbing your plate and scarfing down the meal. Jaafar smiled, simply watching you being a regular human being was absolutely enthralling for him.

You looked up at him from your plate, "If you keep staring, your waffles are gonna get cold."

He laughed and tore his eyes from your face, giving into the meal before him. Once the two of you were finished, you carefully gathered the plates, taking them to the sink before returning to your spot on the couch. Jaffar looked over as you sat, "So what's on the agenda for the day?"

You shrugged, "It's up to you, this is your day off. So whatever you wanna do is what I wanna do."

Jaafar smiled devilishly, "Whatever I want to do?" He confirmed.

You nodded, "Whatever you want to do. Your wish is my command."

He nodded, before pulling you closer by your legs. You let out a small yelp and grabbed his shoulders as he made you settle on his lap. "Well I want to finish what I started last night."

You raised a brow, not understanding. "Baby, we both did a lot of finishing last night. But hey, if you wanna keep going, I'm not opposed."

He smiled, "No, I don't mean sex, that's for later today. I mean, I want to finish counting your freckles."

You melted slightly at his request. "You really want to spend your free time counting dots on my face?"

He nodded, "Sure do."

"Why?"

"Cause I think they're cute, and I typically don't get to see them whenever you wear makeup. I like knowing they're there. Plus I heard that freckles are all the places someone has been kissed in their past life, and I want to know how many times my past self kissed your past self."

You blinked heart turning to mush as his words. "That was real cute, y'know."

He nodded, immediately starting to count. "I know. Now just sit here looking like your beautiful self while I count."

You bit back the cheesiest smile, settling yourself onto his lap. Jaafar carefully began counting under his breath, eyes focused solely on your face.

"1 2 3 4 5 6.... 59 60 61 62 63...... 100 101 102 103 104..... 134 135.....178 179 180 181 and 182! 182 freckles!" He smiled, leaning back against the couch.

You smiled brightly, "I can't believe you actually sat here and counted them all."

He kissed your nose, "Of course I did, and now I have a fun fact about you that only I know."

You wrapped your arms around him, "You're a fool."

His hands settled on your hips, "I'm a fool for you."

You rolled your eyes with the biggest smile on your face before carefully capturing his lips.

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