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i aspire to be this whimsical
just full of pure joy and whimsy
i want this video tattooed on my skin
i fear the new mj fans on tik tok have seriously lost the plot - reposting ai slop pics of michael with abs and shit. im so over it, its making me so mad.
you can find michael incredibly attractive as he is, (or was, fml this made me well up a bit) but why are we reposting a photo of him that is completely edited and made up? When we could just be reposting beautiful REAL images of him throughout his life?
we need to keep his legacy safe, and all of his photos whether taken professionally or by him, or home/childhood photos etc are important to the documentation of him and his career.
i fear people are saving and getting attached to images of him that aren't even real and it makes me so sad :'( He would not have liked this - its why he hated the press, they used to doctor and edit his images all the time. lets be better than that!!!
annyyyywayssss gnight all i AM TIRED!!!
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The dressing room at smelled like hairspray, expensive cologne, and the faint heat of stage lights bleeding through the walls. Outside, the crowd screamed loud enough to shake the mirrors, but inside, everything felt strangely quiet.
Especially Michael.
You sat cross-legged on the velvet couch, watching him pace the room in glittering black slacks and a half-unbuttoned silk shirt. His curls were still damp from the shower heâd rushed through after rehearsal, little droplets catching at the slope of his neck. Every few seconds, he glanced into the mirrorâand every single time, his expression dimmed.
You noticed it immediately.
âYouâre doing it again,â you said softly.
He stopped pacing. âDoing what?â
âThat thing where you stare at yourself like youâve done something wrong.â
Michael looked away almost instantly. âIâm not.â
âYou are.â
He gave you a small shrug, pretending to fuss with the cuffs of his shirt. âI justâŚâ His voice trailed off. âI dunno.â
You stood and crossed the room slowly, careful with him the way one handled fragile glass. Fame had made people think he was untouchable, but you knew better. You knew the nervous habits hidden beneath the sequins and applause. The way he tugged his sleeves down when he got insecure. The way compliments made him blush so hard his ears turned pink.
Most of all, you knew he hated mirrors.
You reached him gently. âTalk to me.â
Michael sighed quietly, eyes fixed on the floor. âJoe used to say my nose was too big.â He laughed once, bitter and embarrassed. âSaid my skin was bad. Said I looked weird.â
Your chest tightened.
Even now, years later, those words still lived inside him.
âMichaelâŚâ
âAnd people always compare me to my brothers,â he continued, voice smaller now. âJackieâs the handsome one. Jermaineâs smooth. Titoâs cool.â He swallowed hard. âI just look⌠awkward.â
You stared at him for a long moment before lifting your hands to cup his face.
The second you did, his breath caught.
âLook at me.â
Reluctantly, his eyes met yours. Dark brown. Soft. Nervous.
Beautiful.
âYou are the prettiest man Iâve ever seen,â you whispered.
Michael immediately ducked his head with a shy laugh. âStop.â
âNo.â You smiled. âIâm serious.â
His cheeks pinked instantly.
You brushed your thumbs beneath his eyes. âThose big eyes? Pretty. Those curls? Pretty. That smile?â You leaned closer. âDeadly.â
He groaned softly, embarrassed. âYou always say stuff like that.â
âBecause itâs true, angel face.â
The nickname hit him like it always did.
Michael physically froze.
Then the blush spread all the way down his neck.
âOh my God,â he muttered, covering his face with one hand while laughing nervously. âDonât call me that.â
âYou love it.â
âI do not.â
âYou do.â
His shoulders shook with bashful laughter, and finallyâfinallyâthe tension eased from his body.
There he was.
Your Michael.
You slipped your fingers through his, pulling his hand away from his face. âThere you are.â
He looked at you carefully. Vulnerably.
âYou really think Iâm pretty?â
Your heart nearly broke.
You leaned up and kissed him before answering.
Slowly.
Tenderly.
Michael melted the second your lips touched his. He always did. One hand instinctively slid around your waist while the other trembled lightly against your cheek.
You kissed him again.
And again.
Until his shy little sighs filled the room.
When you pulled back, he looked dazed already.
âSee?â you murmured against his mouth. âPretty boys get kissed like this.â
Michael laughed breathlessly. âYouâre crazy.â
âAbout you? Absolutely.â
That earned you another blush.
He turned his head slightly, trying to hide it, but you caught his chin and kissed the corner of his mouth. Then his jaw. Then beneath his ear.
Michael sucked in a sharp breath.
You felt his fingers tighten at your waist.
âBabyâŚâ he whispered weakly.
âHm?â
âYou canât do that before I go onstage.â
âWhy not?â
âBecauseââ He broke off with a flustered sound as you kissed his neck again. âBecause Iâll mess up.â
You grinned against his skin. âMichael Jackson? Mess up? Impossible.â
He buried his face in your shoulder with a groan. âAngel face was already bad enough. Now youâre teasing me.â
âYouâre cute when you blush.â
âIâm not cute.â
âYouâre adorable.â
He whined quietly, which only made you laugh harder.
Then suddenly he pulled back just enough to look at you properly.
And the softness in his eyes nearly destroyed you.
âNo oneâs ever talked to me like you do,â he admitted.
The playfulness faded from your expression.
You stroked his cheek gently. âThey shouldâve.â
Michael stared at you like he didnât know what to do with kindness.
Then he kissed you first this time.
Harder.
Needier.
His mouth moved against yours with a desperation that made your knees weak instantly. Like he was trying to absorb every sweet thing youâd ever said to him before the world could take it away.
You kissed him back just as fiercely.
His hands slid to your hips, pulling you flush against him, and you felt the shiver that ran through his body when you sighed into his mouth.
âGod,â he whispered between kisses. âYou make me feel crazy.â
âGood crazy?â
âThe worst kind.â
You laughed softly before kissing him again, slower this time. Michael hummed happily against your lips, completely gone now, completely soft for you.
You loved this version of him.
Not the superstar.
Not the icon.
Just Michael.
Shy, affectionate Michael who blushed every time you called him pretty.
Your fingers drifted through his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp, and he practically melted against you.
âThereâs my angel face,â you teased quietly.
âOh my GodâŚâ
His face turned crimson again.
You giggled while he hid against your neck. âYouâre so easy.â
âYouâre mean to me.â
âBut you like it.â
A pause.
ââŚMaybe.â
You laughed loud enough that he started laughing too.
Then there was a knock at the dressing room door.
âFive minutes, Michael!â
His entire body jolted.
âShoot.â
You smiled. âNervous?â
âAlways.â
You took his hands again. âYou know what I see when you walk onstage?â
âWhat?â
âA man so beautiful people canât look away.â
Michael stared at you.
Then blinked rapidly like he might actually get emotional.
âYouâre really trying to ruin my makeup now,â he muttered.
You softened immediately, brushing your nose against his. âYou deserve to hear nice things.â
His gaze dropped to your lips.
âSo do you.â
Before you could answer, he kissed you again.
Deep and lingering.
The kind of kiss that felt less like lust and more like devotion.
Still, the heat between you sparked instantly.
Michaelâs hands slid lower along your back, pulling you against him with a soft sound in his throat. You felt him smile slightly when you kissed him harder in return.
âThatâs dangerous,â he whispered.
âYou started it.â
âYou looked too pretty sitting over there.â He paused. âCouldnât help myself.â
Now it was your turn to blush.
Michael grinned triumphantly. âSee? I can do it too.â
âYouâre learning.â
He leaned in again, kissing you slower this time, savoring it. His lips were unbelievably soft, every movement affectionate and careful until you deepened the kiss and felt him lose composure immediately.
A shaky breath escaped him.
Your fingers slipped beneath the open collar of his shirt, tracing the warm skin of his chest, and Michael nearly melted on the spot.
âBabyâŚâ he breathed.
âHm?â
âYou keep touching me like that and Iâm never going onstage.â
You smirked. âTempting.â
He laughed quietly before kissing you again, more desperate now. You could feel years of insecurity in the way he held youâas though he still couldnât believe someone wanted him this much.
So you showed him.
Again.
And again.
You kissed every inch of his face until he was blushing so hard he couldnât even look at you properly anymore.
His forehead.
His cheeks.
The tip of his nose.
âStop hiding from me,â you murmured between kisses.
âIâm trying,â he laughed weakly.
âYouâre beautiful.â
Another blush.
âAngel face.â
âPleaseâŚâ
You grinned. âNever.â
He shook his head, smiling helplessly now. âYou really got me wrapped around your finger.â
âAnd you love it.â
ââŚYeah.â
The honesty in his voice made your chest ache.
Michael rested his forehead against yours, breathing softly.
âYou know,â he said quietly, âwhen I was little, I used to pray Iâd wake up looking different.â
Your heart dropped.
âBut now?â
He looked at you carefully.
âWhen you look at meâŚâ He swallowed. âI donât hate myself as much.â
Emotion tightened your throat instantly.
You kissed him softly, pouring everything you couldnât say into it.
When you pulled away, you whispered, âYou shouldnât hate yourself at all.â
Michael smiled faintly.
âIâm trying not to.â
You touched his cheek. âGood.â
Another knock interrupted you both.
âMichael! Seriously!â
He groaned dramatically into your shoulder. âI donât wanna go.â
âYouâre a global superstar. You have responsibilities.â
âBut I wanna stay here kissing you.â
Your grin widened. âYouâre needy tonight.â
âYour fault.â
âProbably.â
He stole one more kiss before reluctantly pulling away. Still, he kept holding your hand like he physically couldnât stop touching you.
At the door, he hesitated.
Then turned back suddenly.
âWhat?â
Michael walked straight toward you again, grabbed your waist, and kissed you hard enough to leave you breathless.
When he finally pulled away, his cheeks were pink again.
âThere,â he said proudly.
You blinked. âWhat was that for?â
âSo I can think about you onstage.â
Your stomach flipped.
âMichael Jackson,â you whispered dramatically. âAre you flirting with me?â
He laughed shyly. âMaybe a little.â
âDangerous man.â
âOnly for you.â
Then he started toward the door again before pausing one last time.
âHey?â
âYeah?â
He smiled softly.
âCall me angel face again after the show?â
Your entire expression melted.
âEvery day if you want.â
That blush returned instantly.
Michael ducked his head with a laugh before finally disappearing out the door toward the screaming crowd waiting for him.
And just before it closed completely, you heard him mumble under his breathâ
âAngel face⌠Lord have mercy.â
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a/n : changing my whole aesthetic that i had so yea !! i canât believe this man was every even insecure bc he is like the most majestic person evaaa
victory day â june 13th, 2005.
I canât be the only one who loves this hair era
more people need to appreciate the Afro liikkkeee
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warnings: crack fic, chaotic Michael, celebrity gossip, Michael exposing everybodyâs business, cursing, zero privacy in Hollywood apparently, best friend reader
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THRILLER 40 (2023) dir. Nelson George
this image is literally so terrifying and symbolic to me can we talk about it more
HOLD ME â marlon jackson one-shot .
pairing : marlon jackson x black!fem!reader content : the jacksons era ( 1970's ) . joesph jackson . mentions of physical abuse . not proofread . let me know if i've missed anything . synopsis : in which â marlon jackson shows up outside your window in the middle of the night, you become the only place he feels safe.
( authors note:: had to write something for my favoriteee jacksonnn )
Clink.
You shifted in your bed, brows furrowing. Before you could fully process the sound, it came again, louder this time in the silence of your room.
Clink.
You jolted upright, heart racing as your eyes darted around the darkness. The room was barely visible except for the pale strip of moonlight slipping through the curtains and spilling across the corner of your floor.
Then another small tap echoed through the room.
Your gaze drifted toward the window.
Pushing the covers off, you carefully slid out of bed, avoiding the creaky floorboards so you wouldnât wake your parents.
You pulled the curtain aside and squinted into the dark.
A familiar figure stood near the tree outside, hood pulled over his curls.
âMarlon?â
He waved his hands frantically, trying to make sure you could see him.
You quickly pushed the window open, confusion clouding your face. âAre you crazy? Itâs like two in the morning, Mar.â
âI know,â he whisper-yelled. âPlease.â
The desperation in his voice made your expression soften immediately.
You nodded and motioned for him to come up, watching as he climbed the tree before squeezing himself through your window.
This wasnât unusual for Marlon. He showed up at your house unannounced all the time. But never this late. Never at two in the morning.
You and Marlon had been close ever since you were kids. Your families attended Kingdom Hall together, and the two of you had grown even closer after ending up in the same youth group. Somewhere along the way, heâd become your best friend.
âIâm gettinâ real good at it,â he said proudly as he brushed dirt from his hands and jeans.
âYouâre gonna break your neck one day.â
He looked up at you, and thatâs when you finally saw his face clearly.
His eyes were red and swollen, like heâd been crying.
Your voice softened instantly. âMarlonâŚâ
He looked away.
You stepped closer. âWhat happened?â
He shrugged, trying to brush it off, but you saw right through him.
âJoseph.â
You sat down on the edge of your bed and gently pulled him down beside you. âWhat did he do?â
Marlon fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie. âNothinâ new.â
That alone told you it was bad.
He let out a bitter laugh. âWe been rehearsinâ all day, and I messed up one part. One little part.â He stared down at the floor. âAnd he just⌠went off.â
Your chest tightened.
âHe said I wasnât focused enough. Said I donât work hard enough.â His jaw clenched. âAlways the same thing. âBe like Michael. Do it like Michael.ââ
His voice cracked slightly at the end.
âIâm never gonna be good enough for him.â
âThatâs not true.â
Marlon didnât answer.
Silence settled over the room while moonlight filtered through the curtains, catching the tears he was trying so hard to hide.
âMarlon.â
He finally looked at you, and the look in his eyes nearly broke your heart.
The moment your arms wrapped around him, his breath hitched. He froze at first, almost like he didnât know how to react. Then, slowly, his shoulders sagged and his arms slipped around your waist.
âI got you,â you whispered softly.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, trembling as quiet tears soaked onto your shirt.
For a while, the only sounds in the room were the soft hum of the ceiling fan and Marlon trying to steady his breathing.
Eventually, he pulled away, wiping at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie before letting out a small, embarrassed laugh.
âIâm supposed to be tougher than this.â
âSays who?â
He didnât answer, but he didnât have to. You already knew.
Instead, he kicked off his shoes and stretched out across your bed. Shaking you head, you laid on your back, placing your head on his stomach.
âYou can stay here awhile,â you whispered.
He lifted his head slightly to look at you. âYeah?â
âYeah. Long as you stop throwinâ rocks at my window.â
one thing led to another | michael jackson
michael jackson x fem!reader
your best friend is dating one of the jackson brothers and one summer day she invites you over. who knew playing a game of twister would lead to this. (up to bad era).
t/w: smut, 18+ mdni, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, breeding kink i guess? but also no?
wc: 5k
âI love the waterparks! I wish I could do that more often these days but Iâm allergic to the sunlight. I really canât go in the sun without an umbrella but then there are the times when youâre just like, it looks like so much fun and you just say âforget itâ Iâm going. I have to do this!â -Michael Jackson