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[honeyforbey]

WELCOME TO MY CORNER

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ WELCOME TO MY CORNER ❥

⭒✦⭒ Call me Kay ⭒✦⭒

I spend most of my free time writing oneshots that just pop up in my head, or i get requested to write.

✧ currently obsessed with: Michael Jackson 😌 ✧ writing: oneshots & imagines ✎ˊ˗

✧ reading: way too many fanfics

･ﾟ✦REQUESTS: [OPEN]✦･ﾟ

What you'll find here: ➜ Character x Reader ➜ Late-night writing ideas ➜ Some toxic ish

Thanks for visiting. Feel free to stay awhile ♡

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[an7body]

MICHAEL JACKSON DANGEROUS - Live in Munich 1999

[an7body]

MICHAEL JACKSON DANGEROUS - Live in Munich 1999

[honeyforbey]

Walk with me....

So, i kinda wanna do a Q&A\Get to know me. idk, i feel like i been doing this long enough for yall to get to know me. So if you wanna participate, drop your question in the comments. Or send it, anonymously or not idc. If i get enough questions ill drop the answers later today/tonight or tomorrow. PEACE AND LOVEEE 💋💋

[femalekanye]

soo pretty

[miffygrits]

I don’t wanna hear shit

[brrybasket]

[honeyforbey]

Me right now btw

[multifandomposts-blog]

Straight Face

Michael Jackson x Black!Reader

warnings: invasive interview questions, suggestive comments, media harassment, sexual implications, fluff

The bright studio lights were hot against your skin.

Not unbearable, just annoying enough to make you shift slightly in your seat beside Michael while the host continued talking.

The interview had been fine at first.

Questions about the tour. The music. The charity work.

Normal things.

Then, somewhere along the way, the interviewer got comfortable.

Too comfortable.

“So,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a grin that immediately annoyed you, “the public is fascinated by this relationship.”

Beside you, Michael smiled politely.

You already knew that smile.

The media smile. The please don’t make this difficult smile.

“That’s understandable,” Michael answered softly.

“But people are especially curious,” the interviewer continued, “because Michael has always been considered… private.”

Your eyes squinted slightly.

“And now suddenly there’s this beautiful young woman attached to his hip everywhere he goes.”

Attached to his hip?

You blinked slowly.

“But what people really wanna know is...”

Oh brother.

“...what exactly is it about Michael that keeps you so attached to him?”

Your face flattened instantly.

Michael noticed immediately.

You didn’t even have to look at him to know he did.

The interviewer kept talking.

“He’s one of the busiest men in the world, constantly traveling, constantly surrounded by fans

“So tell me,” he said, turning toward you now, “what exactly happens behind closed doors that has this man so obsessed with you?”

Your eyes slowly lifted toward the ceiling.

Your face went completely blank.

Absolutely blank.

You looked back at the interviewer with the exact same expression people give toddlers after they said something ridiculous in public.

Michael let out a tiny laugh beside you.

Small.

Barely there.

Encouraged, the interviewer continued.

“I mean, people talk,” he shrugged dramatically. “You’re young, attractive… Michael’s clearly very taken with you…”

Your eyebrows lifted higher and higher the longer he spoke.

Michael’s shoulders started shaking beside you.

“You spend all this time together,” the interviewer continued. “Surely the chemistry isn’t just emotional.”

“Michael?” the interviewer asked. “Would you say the relationship is passionate sexually?”

Your jaw physically dropped.

Not dramatically.

Just in pure disbelief.

Michael folded immediately.

A loud laugh burst out of him before he covered his mouth with one hand, shoulders shaking hard enough to make the microphone pick it up.

The audience exploded into laughter and applause.

“Oh my God,” you muttered under your breath, staring at the interviewer like he had personally murdered your cat.

Michael leaned forward in his chair, laughing harder now.

Actually laughing.

Not the polite little giggles he gave reporters sometimes.

Real laughter.

The kind that made his eyes squeeze shut.

The interviewer looked mildly flustered. “I’m just asking what everyone wants to know.”

You turned toward Michael slowly.

Your expression somehow got worse.

Complete horror.

Michael made the mistake of looking at you again.

That was it.

He bent over laughing again, one hand gripping your arm while the other covered his face.

“You are terrible,” he whispered toward you, voice shaking.

“I haven’t even said anything,” you whispered back.

That only made him laugh harder.

Even the cameraman was shaking.

The interviewer cleared his throat.

“So who made the first move?”

You stared at him.

“Seriously?” you asked flatly.

“What?” he defended. “People are curious.”

“About our tax bracket, too, or just our business?”

A loud laugh burst out of him as he bent forward completely, one hand gripping your arm while the other covered his face.

The interview didn’t feel invasive anymore.

It didn’t feel uncomfortable.

Everyone in the room was witnessing a version of Michael they rarely got to see.

The interviewer cleared his throat awkwardly.

“So I’m assuming we’re not getting details about the bedroom anytime soon?”

Before Michael can even stop you, you shrug casually

“I mean… he’s good, really good.” "Michael, is that true?" “No comment,” he said immediately through a grin. This clip was definitely gonna follow him for the rest of his life.

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[femalekanye]

he’s so, so precious.

[amnesia-sc]

brb gonna give myself a lobotomy so i can live out the fantasy of being his controversially young wife

[honeyforbey]

OPTIONS, OPTIONS: TYRIQ WITHERS

Pairing: Cameron Cade x black!fem!user Summary: You're out with your friends when Cameron facetimes you because he needs help. Note: Just a short lil story from anon before i finish the request i got, also from another anon. Cause im lowkey stuck at the smut part, so i got to do a fluff. Any who, as always. Sorry for any bad grammar, not proofread.

You were out with your friends, you guys were having brunch and shopping at the mall. You guys are at the mall right now, walking around, going store to store buying stuff. At one point you were in a store and bought some shoes that you thought Cameron would like for football. You and your friends spent about an hour in the mall and you were finally leaving.

In the car as on of your friends drove, you heard your phone ring. You pulled it out of your pocket just to see it was Cameron facetiming you. You grabbing your airpods out of your pocket and connected then, putting one in your ear before answering the phone.

"Hey baby, we just left the mall, i bought you some--" "Baby i need help" You heard Cameron say though your airpod. "With what, Cam?" You asked "The laundry" "What about the laundry?" You saw him set up his phone against what you could only guess was the washer. "Umm" He reached up, scratching his head. "Which clothes do i put in the dryer?" He asked "You for real?" You questioned "Yes ma." "Why are you asking me?" "Cause mama, i dont wanna shrink shit." He said as he moved out of the camera, only to come back in frame with wet clothes in his hands.

You let out a laugh "Oh my gosh, you're serious?" "You think im playing? Yes ma, im serious." "Okay, okay. I'll help."

You spent almost ten minutes telling Cameron which clothes to put in the dryer and which to hang dry. Once you finished he smiled. "I mean, i could have totally did that by myself. I was just letting you watch me do it so you wont be complaining later." He said, running his hand over his hair. "Right, right. Whatever you say boo" "I love you" He said coming close to the camera, doing duck lips. You let out a giggle. "I love you too" You said, bringing your phone closer to your face. Doing duck lips as well, before you both pulled away. "Alright, see you when you get home ma." "See you, baby"

[an7body]

MICHAEL JACKSON for MTV, 1999

[heaven-seas]

…can i just say something?

[jacksonslyriq]

money mike

[chicagoinmoscow]

✨1995✨

[justappletart]

this man loved a lip bite

[fusebl0wn]

he might like the peace sign i’m not too sure though