𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐬

doggone girl love is my message

[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

[darlsluv]

writer’s block is real guys….and i have exams coming up…pls have mercy on me

[cuntykuro]

God bless the souls that got to listen to this voice up and personal

[darlsluv]

guys lowk plz be patient im working on a long fic right NEOW 🧑‍🩰🧑‍🩰🧑‍🩰 featuring Thriller!Michael X Model!Reader 🤎🤎🤎

[darlsluv]

sometimes i bawl my eyes out over the fact that michael is not coming back and hes never coming back like pls i miss him so much its killing me

[loves-alibi]

kiss your screen every time you see a typo or grammatical error in my fics because it means it's home grown and not some ai bullshit and im dead serious about this

[heartkeeperriot]

And if you're going to accuse someone that they're using ai in their fanfics, HAVE EVIDENCE.

Not only is that fucking dumb to not show physical PROOF that someone is in fact using ai and it's not just your bird brain reading comprehension skills. Ai is a huge thing currently, and is taking over human jobs (like AUTHORS). And YOU coming on here to accuse people of using ai and having the damn nerves to tag them, like you did some amazing work—is embarrassing as hell.

AND IT'S THE PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE IT TOO?? Like can you all use your brain for once and maybe before you go on to attack theses people who are getting accuse, FIND EVIDENCE!!! PLEASE?

and yes this is heavily targeted. And maybe I could be wrong but at the same time, you need to at least have some type of FACTUAL EVIDENCE that this person is using ai. As writer myself, PEOPLE HAVE DIFFERENT TYPES OF WRITING!!

So NO it's not because they're using ai, maybe this is how the creator, writes their fanfics. People love to stir up drama and it's kills me. At least do it correctly.

[darlsluv]

Friends and Ice Cream—Michael Jackson

pairing—Thriller!Michael X Dancer!Reader

synopsis—Michael was walking down the streets looking for someone to talk to and he found you.

A/N: THANK YEW SAUR MUCH for 100 followers 🧑‍🩰🤎 and for the support 🙆‍♀️ i hope u guys like dis one its a short one as well, idk if i shud make dis a series so im just testing the waters yk…

You loved walking down the streets almost everyday, enjoying the scenery. People walking their dogs, neighbours having picnics, just people having fun in general because it shows how happy they are with people they’re comfortable with. Being in the moment and relishing it.

Except this time it’s different.

It’s the evening after a long day of work, choreographing a few pieces for your friend’s upcoming competition. It took hours and hours of practice for her to get the step but the amount of time repeating the same steps to her is starting to get to you, your muscles starting to feel sore and it's as if you have just started learning how to walk. Even so, you can’t miss the routine of walking down the streets like you always do.

Of course, you can't help but notice the good old ice cream truck parked right next to the road. Considering the countless times you’ve been getting ice cream from there, the ice cream guy has started to recognize you and even gives you free toppings from time to time. Well, keeping the business running too.

“Same flavour as usual I suppose.” He smiled, grabbing his apparatus. “I’ve got new toppings comin’ in next week, mind droppin’ by for a taste?”

“Y’know I drop by everyday.” You chuckled, crossing your arms watching him getting a huge scoop of the vanilla ice cream topped off with some sprinkles.

“What about you, young man?” He turned to the side, now paying attention to the guy wearing sunglasses and a hat who was standing behind you.

Who the hell wears sunglasses and a hat in an evening like this?

“I’ll…get the same thing as her, please.”

You turn to look, taking a glance at the guy who is now fidgeting with his fingers waiting for his dessert. He seemed like a new guy around the neighbourhood, or maybe he’s not new.

“Here you go, remember to come by next week.” The ice cream man winked as you grinned and handed him a few pennies for the ice cream.

As you walked away from the truck and continued your journey of strolling through the neighbourhood with ice cream in hand, you can’t help but notice how the man whose face was hidden from the sunglasses and hat was right behind you. He, too, was merely taking a stroll.

Why the sunglasses?

The hat is understandable on a certain level but both of those accessories as a combo? Definitely suspicious.

However, before you knew it—someone had tapped on your shoulder.

I’m gonna get kidnapped.

Someone’s gonna kill me.

“Excuse me, sorry.” He spoke, expressions still unclear from the evident disguise.

Perhaps not.

I hope not.

“Yeah?” You turned around, fingers tightening around your ice cream cone.

“I was wondering—If you’d like to be my friend? Just, talk.”

It would be nice having a stroll with someone. Right? As long as he’s not a serial killer.

“Uh—sure? I mean, I don’t see why not.” You shrugged, trying to see him through his sunglasses.

“Perfect! I’m—“ He paused for a split second, biting his lips before he spoke. “Michael.”

“Okay Michael. I’m Y/N.” You extended your arm and shook his hand. “What brings you here? I’ve never really seen you around.”

His breath stilled, he obviously didn’t think this through and so, he got stuck on a thought whether he should just lie or blurt out the truth.

“I’m just busy.”

“Doing what?” You said as you both started walking together.

He braced himself, preparing for what's gonna come next. Usually, he gets bombarded with people asking him for his autograph or a picture with him after he’d tell them that he's the Michael Jackson.

Michael exhaled, keeping his head low. “Touring.”

As a choreographer, you’d obviously think that he meant touring as in going to places to teach choreographs, having workshops and such.

“Oh really?”

He paused. And so he thought that she’s gonna start overreacting. Does she not know? Did he finally find someone that doesn’t care who he is?

“I tour too, sometimes. Wait—tour doing what?” You turned to look at him and found a sense of familiarity behind those sunglasses, the way he walks and moves reminds you of someone. But you can’t quite catch who it is.

“Like singing. Um—I’m actually Michael Jackson.”

You choked on the words and started cackling. The idea of Michael Jackson tapping on your shoulder asking to be friends is funny. Really.

Looking at him with his disguise, it all made sense. He just wants a moment without any crowd swarming around him and camera flashing in front of his face.

You raised your eyebrows. “You’re joking aren’t you?”

Michael offered a slow heavy shake of his head, eyes looking at his feet. He then proceeded to take his glasses off, revealing his big brown eyes. The kind where you could spot it in a room full of people.

“Okay. Wow.” You nodded. What are the chances that an incredibly famous celebrity would ask you to be friends with them? It’s not often that you’d find people asking you to be friends with them as well, the most that they would do is wave their hand saying hi.

He was already priming himself to bolt.

“Isn’t it tiring though? Doing multiple shows in a week.”

Michael paused. He was expecting anything far from that.

“Yeah it is. Aren’t you—well, surprised that it’s me? Asking you to be my friend? To talk?” He responded, you could hear the release of tension in his voice.

There was nothing else you could say about that. It is indeed more than surprising. However, by the way he was talking, you could clearly sense that he just wants to be a normal guy. The way he tries to hide himself by speaking very softly, it's like he would be immediately put in the spotlight if he doesn't.

“Well, as someone who recently had finished hours and hours of moving my legs like there’s no tomorrow and not to mention that my muscles are really sore which I believe you would relate to it too,” You took a deep breath. “You just don’t care about what’s happening and I kinda knew that it was you. I thought I was just imagining things.”

Michael can’t control himself but to smile at the response from you. He hadn’t been able to get anyone to speak to him like that in ages. Every single conversation that he had felt scripted, akin to him putting on a performance.

He bobbed his head. “That’s true.”

“What made you want to be friends with me? Like I could’ve been a very very super duper quadruple huge fan of yours and start freaking out.” The thing is, you have been freaking out but you just know how to control it. Besides that, you’re too tired to care.

“It’s a guessing game. I noticed you getting ice cream so I thought—maybe it’s easier for me to talk to you.” Michael took a bite of his almost finished ice cream cone. “Talk about ice cream. You seemed close to the ice cream guy”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the statement.

“Okay we can totally talk about ice cream now. Let me tell you the story of how the ice cream truck is still there.”

Michael finally relaxed his shoulders. At last, there’s someone who’s willing to talk to him like a normal person. Not someone on stage singing the famous song “Billie Jean”.

taglist: @thedailymichael @slugstarzz @amoravelee @starliqhtsworld @inlovewithmoonpie @saiki-enthusiast @appleciderroach @ttwot1me-nia @softchaosdiary505 @7viiseven @mikaelsonsalvatoremalfoysworld @lotuspetalss

[cinnamoncunt]

can yall just say who is doing ai fics and stop speaking so vaguely especially when we ask who it is and get no response because as readers we want to engage in REAL work and support REAL authors so unless you actually admit who it is please stop with the posts unless you call out the mfs doing it, please and thank you

[darlsluv]

PREACH!!!!

[darlsluv]

Better Than Me?—Michael Jackson

pairing—Thriller!Michael x Bsf!Reader

synopsis—He caught you listening to Purple Rain

A/N: a bit of a word vomit 😣 still trying to overcome my writers block. also lmk if u guys prefer me to use she or you

The afternoon sun slanted through the curtains, a CD player resting on the bed alongside an empty CD case of Purple Rain, Prince and the Revolution.

She was laid out on her stomach, feet swaying in the air behind her, chin propped in her hand, nodding to the beat, completely and utterly gone into the music. Just her, the music and the warm amber light pressing through the curtains. She didn't hear anything else when music had her like this.

It was something Michael had always found funny about her, the way she'd disappeared into songs. He told her once that she listened to music the way he made it, as if it was the only thing that existed. She hadn't known what to do with that compliment so she'd thrown a pillow at him instead.

Michael had promised to come over around the evening after work, it's something that they constantly do. Years of showing up unannounced and coming over to each other's houses—at this point, it's like they live with each other because of how much time they spend with one another. They're like two peas in a pot. Inseparable.

“Baby I could never steal you from another…”

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Being too gone somewhere the music had taken her, she's blissfully unaware of the knocks that had gone unanswered. Meanwhile, Michael could hear the music from the outside, a voice that sounds too familiar to his liking. He felt his chest tightened. Could it be who he thinks it is?

Usually she'd answer the knock within a heartbeat, however this time no one answered. He gave up knocking somewhere around the fourth attempt and simply tried the doorknob instead. It turned without resistance. Of course it did, it always did—and he stepped inside.

The first thing he heard was the music that's still playing. He stopped at the doorway, taking in the scene before him. She was still on her stomach, legs swaying in the air, CD humming away on the bed like it was the most important thing in the world. Michael stood there for a moment, still watching. Then he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and waiting.

It didn't take her so long to notice him standing right beside her.

She turned around.

He raised an eyebrow. “I knocked, you didn't answer…”

“I'm sorry, Mike.” She apologised, sitting up straight and signalling him to sit beside her. “I got carried away and—wow, you're here early today.”

Michael glanced at the CD case. Prince.

He took a deep breath.

It wasn't his place to feel this way but he felt it anyway.

“I finished early in the studio today,” He smiled, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “What do you think of it? The music I mean. It was pretty loud.”

The energy in the room shifted to something else, Michael started shifting uncomfortably. One thing about Michael is that he's not subtle about his body language, it took her a second to pick up on it.

“It's a new release,” She turned to him, “Hm—I guess I'd say that it's kinda emotional. It's like I could feel it y’know”

Michael stared at the CD player, “Do you really like it?”

“What? Uh I mean it's good.”

Sure, Michael knew how to mask himself around everyone but not when it comes to her. Not to mention the fact that she could read him like a book.

Michael had gone quiet for quite awhile.

“Mike? What's wrong?” She questioned, placing her hands on his shoulders—observing his face. “What is it?”

“Nothing, just—what made you listen to him?” He fixed his eyes on her.

Every time he looks at her, she feels a surge of warmth creeping up her neck. It’s the way he would look at her time and time again, like she's the only thing that matters.

“Cousin dropped this off earlier, I figured that while I’m there waiting for you…I'll just listen for a bit.”

Michael doesn't like that one bit. That one time when he decided to take a break, Prince released a new album.

The worst part was his own—best friend? listening to it. In front of him. Michael Jackson.

“Dimwit.” He whispered to himself, taking the CD case in hand and started studying it. “Do you think he's better than me?”

“Are you seriously upset because I was listening to Prince?” She took her hands back, crossing her arms.

Part of him wished she'd keep her hands there longer, even though he knew better than to want that.

“No.” A simple answer. And yet his reaction says more than that because of how fast he pulled his gaze away from her.

“You'd make a really bad actor then,” She scooted closer to him, closing that last bit of space between them. “C’mon Mike, there's no way you're asking me that question.”

“Forget what I asked then.” He responded, still refusing to look at her.

A second had passed and she burst out laughing so hard that it earned a look from him. She had never seen Michael this upset over something this little. Maybe not so little. Maybe.

“I'm sorry Mike,” She cleared her throat, “Y’know I love your music.” And you.

“You were listening to Prince.” Oh how bitter his name sounds when it comes out of Michael's mouth.

“Hey, he's a good artist okay? I don't listen to him much but you get what I mean.”

“He tried to run me over.”

“I know, you told me.”

“And yet you were still listening to Prince.”

Michael bit his lips, glaring at the CD.

“I had nothing to do!” She kept the CD into the case and placed it on the bedside table. “I was bored okay?”

He hummed as a response, “I was just curious. Not mad.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” She shrugged. “But still—”

“I guess I'll have to bring you to the studio with me every now and then,” He interrupted, which got him a smile he didn't feel like he deserved. "So you'll have something to do."

“I guess you have to.” She uttered, fixing his curls.

Michael's breath hitched at the sudden contact. He hadn't realised until just then, how easily he'd melted into her touch like it was somewhere he was allowed to be.

For the past few months, he had been convincing himself that what he felt wasn't anything more than friendship. He did. He knew he did. He just hadn't figured out what to do with that yet.

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[darlsluv]

how i feel spending the whole entire day here reading michael fics

[angelbaebee-deactivated20260530]

Plagiarism In The MJ Fanfic Community Pt. 2

Hello! I am starlightz4mj. I have been contributing to the MJ fanfic scene since February 2025. My story “Sing To Me,” which I uploaded on December 9th of last year, was plagiarized across multiple works by the following account, which was created roughly two weeks ago (they were originally @/areyouhelenamarkos. They have since changed their username two more times.):

I understand this user released an official statement on their blog addressing the situation, but they omitted the major detail that there is screenshot evidence supporting these accusations.

Please! If you engage with this account or their content, I implore you to review the evidence for yourselves, because there is a substantial amount of it, rather than blindly accepting their words as they continue to deny any wrongdoing.

I identified roughly 52 instances across three separate works involving identical plot progression/development, including major plot points occurring in relatively the same sequence as mine, along with shared themes, multiple instances of identical dialogue and key details, and scenes playing out in extreme or exact likeness to how mine did:

Plagiarism In The MJ Fanfic Community Pt. 1

I will do my best to address this pressing matter that has recently been rising in the community, while also responding to some of the comments this user has made regarding the situation. If you are willing to stay and hear my side, I deeply appreciate it, and I will do my best not to take up too much of your time.

For those of you familiar with the current situation, I want to apologize for the delay in this follow-up. This whole ordeal has been very stressful for me, and I felt it was best to take some time to better assess how to proceed in raising awareness in the broader community that this type of practice is occurring.

Unfortunately, in the heat of the moment, my disbelief and distress clouded my judgment and led me to take rash and, admittedly, impractical measures that I believed were appropriate for informing others of this incident at the time. However, I made those decisions without fully understanding Tumblr’s terms and policies. This has resulted in my main account being flagged, and it is now consequently shadowbanned.

Moving forward, I will be more mindful to approach this situation with greater delicacy and level-headedness.

Now, onto addressing the account (I will keep this as quick and concise as possible.)

These are their comments under posts from both my main and this account, some of which they have deleted, and I have highlighted the parts I wanted to primarily focus on:

The main portion I want to note on this page is another huge indicator of ai-usage (aside from the abnormal and over-occurrence of em-dashes I mentioned in a previous post. This is from the fanfic on their account titled "Okay?":

They claim to use a translation tool for their writing, as English is not their first language. I have been speaking to a couple of mutual MJ writers about the current issue of plagiarism, ai-plagiarists to be exact.

One of my mutuals, who is more active on Wattpad, has noticed a lot of ai-generated fanfics popping up on the platform. They were the one to inform me that this is a common excuse used to explain strange grammar that is often attributed not to a language barrier, but to people running others’ stories through chatgpt to rework parts of the writing before uploading it as their own.

When I first addressed this, I briskly scrolled through their page just to gauge the kind of activity and upload frequency they had. However, when I went back later to investigate further, I saw that they had about four or five fics posted. Of those, I recognized three as stolen reworks of my fanfic “Sing To Me.” So, I’ve now come to realize that this user had been primarily taking from my account.

I actually want to thank them for not taking the fics down. It allowed me to get the screenshots I needed, as well as discover that another work had also been plagiarized from mine. This is not a mere coincidence of “similar tropes and dialogue.” I encountered numerous occurrences across their works that contained the same scenes, phrasing, plot progressions, and verbal exchanges as mine, which is a blatant display of stolen ideas.

By now, as you have taken a look at the provided link above and can recognize this situation for what it truly is, it is abundantly clear the lengths this user is willing to go to in order to maintain what are obvious lies. And they did follow through on blocking me, which raises the obvious concern that they will target another account in my place.

As I mentioned before, this has been a hot topic among mutual writers in the fandom. In fact, I went to get advice from an account on here that recently had the same thing happen to them. This creator has been active in the Tumblr MJ scene for even longer than I have, and I was greatly disheartened to learn that their work, which I deeply admire, was not the only one to have been plagiarized, but that I was already the fourth MJ account they had heard this happened to.

Not only is this a major demotivator for fanfiction authors who work hard to give you all content to enjoy, it sows distrust and skepticism in a recreational activity we, as readers and writers, use to build connections, form friendships, and create a joyful, friendly, and thriving online community. 

If you can see how harmful this behavior is to the fandom experience, and value the time, passion, and effort writers dedicate to creating stories free of charge for all of us to indulge, then please consider helping to protect this creative space. Like, reblog, and share this message wherever you can to help raise awareness so authors can better safeguard their work against potential misuse, and readers can be better equipped to recognize plagiarism if they ever come across it.

I want to make it very clear that it is NOT okay to message or leave comments harassing this user, and I strongly advise against doing so. Simply sharing this post in any way you can is sufficient.

If you’ve made it this far, I sincerely thank you for sticking around this long, and I hope that my message resonates with you.

starlightz4mj :)

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[mjssluttyfish]

PSA…

Yall have got to stop putting Jaafar’s fics under Michael’s tag and vice versa, they are both their own individual people with their own separate fandoms😩(I’m apart of both) it’s a bit of a non issue but we can’t find the good fics if yall tagging them wrong, and yall are some of the most amazing writers I’ve ever seen🫩💔

And also…

Jaafar Jackson is not here to satisfy yall MJ fantasies( not talking about movie based fics) stop asking that man to tour as Michael, some of yall are dead ass not joking and we can tell😪🫩. Imagine how much pressure that is on someone??? and them TW:// Joe Jackson “jokes” are truly not funny especially on tiktok call me sensitive idc.

[darlsluv]

Un(expected) Encounter—Michael Jackson

pairing—Mature!michael X actor!reader

synopsis—The two finally met after a long time of talking about each other during interviews. But only then, did they finally realise something about one another.

A/N: what do we think of dis…💭 i really wanna write more of mature!michael but idk FHSUDB

The gala was the kind of event that makes anyone feel underdressed just by existing near it. Everything was gold and candlelight everywhere, not to forget the quiet hum of important people pretending not to notice each other. The soft whirr of music underneath layers of conversations and everyone dressed like they had something to prove and nowhere better to be than this gala.

It was, practically the kind of room Michael Jackson walked into and owned without trying.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"So, we heard that she mentioned you in her last interview," The reporter said, smile practiced and bright. "Said you were an artist she's always admired. Any thoughts?"

Michael smiled. The kind of smile that he gives out when it comes to time like this.

"She said that?"

"She did."

He glanced across the room—catching a glimpse of her back. "Well," a small pause, eyes still on her. "I guess I'll have to return the compliment, she's a talented woman." When in reality, he has been going on a movie marathon—the ones where she's in it.

He wrapped up the interview with a smile and slipped away before the reporter could find a follow up question, he's not wasting any energy to entertain any other question regarding his personal life. It gets brought up in every single interview that he does.

She was standing at the corner of the room, gathered in a group with other people. Laughing at something someone had said, head tilted back slightly with her hand covering her mouth, completely at peace in a room full of people who were trying hard to look like they were at peace. Michael could tell really well that most of the people here doesn't care about the event, they care more about the exposure.

He looked away. Then looked back.

The outfit that she's wearing didn't help him at all. Light teal coloured dress catching the light, the deep brown fur jacket sitting against her shoulders like it had been made just for her.

What he didn't know was that she's been watching him as well.

When the soft chime signaled guests to find their seat, he located his table and settled in, adjusting his military jacket out of habit. The table was half full, quiet murmurs of conversation surrounding him.

Before he realise it, he heard her before he saw her. That same laugh from before, coming closer now.

He looked up.

She was scanning the table for her name card, fur jacket slightly slipping off one shoulder. Her eyes landed on the card beside his.

"Oh hell no" She thought, watching him live on television and listening to his music makes her go weak. Sitting next to him now? That's a different story.

She looked at him.

Their eyes met for the first time.

Holy shit.

"Um," she choked on her breath. Surprised—trying not to lose it.

He stood, he didn't even think about it, like his body had its own mind and extended his hand. "Michael." Like she didn't already know. Like the reporter didn't just talk about it.

She took his hand, the corner of her mouth curling into a smile. "I know," in a beat. Did not hesitate at all. "I'm—"

"I know who you are too," he said quietly as they slipped into their seat.

She paused at that, glancing him sideways, something flickered across her face. Surprise. Maybe. The look of a girl who is gonna start jumping and skyrocket into the sky. Maybe. She smoothed her jacket over her lap and looked straight ahead.

"Okay, I guess we are already ahead of ourselves." She said lightly, earning a chuckle from him. Even that sounds heavenly. "I heard you've seen a few of my films." She said, reaching for her champagne glass.

Only if she knew that it's not just "a few"

He frozed, "Where'd you hear that?"

"I didn't," She smiled into her glass. "But judging by your reaction, you just confirmed it."

He let out a quiet chuckle, he covered his face with his hands. Classic Michael. "They were good," he said finally, clearing his throat.

"Just good?"

"Very, very good."

She laughed softly and he found himself wanting to be reason for it again. "Your last album." She said, turning towards him. Here comes the fangirl. "I had it on repeat for WEEKS. There's something about the way you—" she paused, searching for the word. "The way you feel everything, you can hear it"

He looked at her. Really looked.

"Most people don't notice that," he said quietly.

"I noticed."

A second of silence settled between them. His hands were resting on the table, loosely clasped, and she found her gaze dropping to them without meaning to. There was something about them she couldn't quite explain. She just know that it awakened something in her that's for sure.

She looked away, gaining her poise.

He noticed.

He said nothing—just let the smallest smile settle at the corner of his mouth, quiet and private, facing forward so she wouldn't catch it.

She glanced again anyway.

He was absolutely certain of it now.

However, he failed to notice that she sensed him looking somewhere else except for her eyes. The way his gaze constantly linger a little longer than it should've.

The conversation had found its own pace by now, the type that made you forget there were other people at the table. Glasses clinking, overlapping conversations and laughter from somewhere.

"Can I ask you something" She said.

"Go ahead"

"Are you seeing anyone? I mean...are you single?"

Just like that. Right there at a table full of people. Acting like she'd asked him what his favourite color was.

He blinked. No one has been this direct to him. "You don't—yes I'm single." he responded but because he couldn't help it, "Are you single?"

"There's a reason why I asked you." She shrugged, causing him to laugh. Clearly amused. He watched the side of her face for a moment. The slight curve of her mouth. The way she's unbothered by it.

"You don't seem fazed about the things that's going around, girl." He crossed his arms. "About me."

Something pulled her gaze downward, on his fingers. The way his rings wraps around his finger perfectly. She knew of what he said, accusations and the way everyone would attempt to bring him down. "I know, I'm very much aware of it." She looked around, if she looks at him again—who knows what's gonna happen. "But I know that it's not true, it's not such thing for you to do" Anyone with a working mind would know that.

"You're in for something then," he smirked. "I'll be expecting you." he hands her a piece of paper and lightly brushing his fingers against hers.

Michael knew what he was doing. Something in him ignited as well.

taglist: @thedailymichael @slugstarzz @amoravelee @starliqhtsworld @inlovewithmoonpie @saiki-enthusiast @appleciderroach @cheezblr @ttwot1me-nia @7viiseven

[darlsluv]

The Last Detail II—Michael Jackson

pairing— Michael Jackson X Stylist!reader

synopsis—After months, they meet again. Except…who is that sitting on his spot? He’s always first.

⋆˚࿔ Part 1 here!

A/N: id like to thank @thedailymichael for the idea ! also feel free to send in requests, i have a lot of time to write LOL

There was no other way to put it. People everywhere, all of them moving Iike they had somewhere incredibly to be. Cable snaking up all across the floor, someone's half eaten sandwich laying on the table, screaming onto the walkie talkie like the world is gonna end, the lights were too bright, the music playing from somewhere was too loud, and the whole place smelled like a mix of hairspray, fresh coffee, and mild panic.

She loved it.

It brings comfort to her, it reminds her that it's where she belongs.

She kept her hands busy, putting clips onto someone's hair with a comb tucked behind her ear. "You're really good at this." he shot her a satisfied look as she nodded, acknowledging his kind words.

Meanwhile, Michael walked in with a glass of orange juice in hand. He spotted her the moment he walked in. His eyes found that familiar face that he'd seen a few months ago, now she's here. He won't let anyone drag him away this time.

She was already busy—hands deep in someone else's hair, laughing at something he'd said. He stood in the doorway a second too long before anyone noticed him.

"She'll be done in ten." someone told him, walking pass him with a coffee in hand.

Ten minutes. He thought, dropping into the nearest chair and said nothing. Just watched her work. He wasn't mad, no. He simply preferred to be seen first. That's all.

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She hadn't seen him yet. She was too focused—spritzing hairspray through the lengths with that same quiet confidence he'd been thinking about for months, if he was being honest with himself. Which he wasn't. He tried to act like she wasn't in his mind.

He cleared his throat.

Louder than necessary.

She caught his eye in the mirror and held up one finger—one minute. He gave her a look that said that's not good enough, sipping from the glass.

With one final mist of hairspray, she's finally done.

"You did a brilliant job. Thank you," The client smiled, "Hello, Michael!" he shifted his gaze onto Michael, who is now standing, "She's a good one, they should really hire her more often"

Michael simply shot him a smile as he walks out of the room.

"You started early today." Michael stated, now sitting on the chair in front of her.

Ever since the day she styled him, he'd always made a point of finding her first. He would always be the first client to get everything done. She'd noticed, she just hadn't said anything about it.

"Had to," She reached for her kit, already running her fingers through his hair to assess it. He leaned into her touch before he could notice it. "He got here before you did."

"What a schmuck." He mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" She questioned, tilting her head sideways, looking at him now.

"Nothing..." He looked at her reflection in the mirror with an expression that was trying very hard to be neutral and not quite getting there because his body is all stiffen up.

"You could've just come earlier, y'know" She offered, keeping her voice even.

"I wasn't informed that you'd already be busy."

"Mhm." She smoothed a hand over his hair, hiding her smile behind the motion. He was absolutely pouting and pretend he wasn't. It was taking everything in her not to call him out on it.

The room settled into a comfortable quiet—just the sound of her working through his hair, the distant noise of the set bleeding through the walls. She learned that he didn't always need to fill the silence, neither did she. He'd tap beats on his thigh, trying not to bop his head. Not wanting to ruin her work.

"Do you enjoy it?" He asked. "Being here, on set."

"I enjoy working," She reached out for her comb. "Sets are just where work is, isn't it?"

"That's not what I asked."

She stilled. He was watching her in the mirror, with those doe eyes looking up at her.

And it never fails to get her.

She softened, just slightly. "Yea," She admitted. "I do.'

He nodded once, now taking another sip from his glass of orange juice trying to mask his nervousness. He'd never feel nervous, he could perform in front of thousands and thousands of people and here he is—feeling like his heart is gonna explode.

And she was just doing his hair.

That was the thing that got him every time. She wasn't doing anything extraordinary. Just her hands, the way she was working magic. That's the problem. The way she acts a little bit too natural around him, he's too used to dishonesty and people not acting like themselves—makes him feel like he's an animal in a cage.

"All done." She said softly, stepping back.

He looked at his reflection then at hers. He smiled, his eyes finding hers. "Thank you," he said. The same words. Every. Time. But he meant them a little more than the last. Like there's something unspoken behind it.

She was already reaching out for her kit, already moving on the way she always did. Tries to keep it professional. "You're welcome, Michael. Same time next week?" She asked.

"Yeah" The word came out quieter than he intended.

"Try to come earlier then, I'm sure that you wouldn't want anyone else to get their hair done before you do." She joked, tidying her apparatus and placing them back into her kit.

He laughed, a real one, soft and genuine. The kind reached his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, the smile still lingering on his lips.

She nodded, zipping up her kit like her heart wasn't doing multiple backflips and front flips right now. But what's weird is that he's not going anywhere, he's just sitting on that chair like it belongs to him. "I think I have sometime to hang around here for a while." He touches his hair, admiring it.

"You sure? What if someone comes and drag you away?"

"I'm sure it won't happen."

"How are you so sure?"

"Because I said so."

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[darlsluv]

Mature!Michael who happens to be your manager

synopsis— headcanons of you and michael, but youre a rising popstar & he’s your manager

A/N: it has come to my attention that we all go feral for this era of michael. I hope this is enough...

—Mature!Michael who will linger around in the studio for a while longer, watching you work—it sometimes brings back the old memories of him working in the studio causing him to have those “what ifs” thoughts

—Mature!Michael whenever you feel stressed or anxious about your work, he would pull you onto his lap—tracing shapes behind your back to comfort you. “Michael, I don’t think we’re supposed to do this...” You hesitated, of course it’s weird. Why wouldn’t it be?

“But it’s my job not to make you feel under pressure isn’t it?”

—Mature!Michael who would sneak little touches like brushing his hands on your waist, “accidentally” grazing on your arm. The first time he did it made you stiffen up, but overtime it felt more tranquil. The more he keeps that up, the more you’re expecting it.

—Mature!Michael who always gives light taps on your back whenever you accomplish something and for some reason, it motivates you even more. Eager to earn more than that someday.

—Mature!Michael who is unbothered but of course being the gentleman he is—he would defend you each time a guy makes an inappropriate remark of you. For that deep down, behind closed doors, the cameras and all the “act” that you both display in public—“That guy would wish that he could take my place right now.” He whispered into your ear, both hands digging into your hips.

—Mature!Michael who gets protective each and every time someone comes up to you. His hand grips your waist even tighter, not letting you out of his grasp.

—Mature!Michael who is the first one to clap after every performance that you did. “You did very well there, girl.”

—Mature!Michael who gets frustrated when you don’t listen, but somehow you always do. Because he'd stop pulling you close, stop touching you—even though it affects him more than it affects you. The worst part was that it works every single time. No matter the situation, no matter how hard you fought it—you'd still be listening to him.

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[silkclove]

[emomitski]

im so deathmetal by panchiko about him