I came back and yall know I gotta open my big ass mouth and say this, Michael was a BLACK man. He’s been black and will always be such. And on top of that, we got these racist all ppl who hide behind a screen and say racist things that they wouldn’t dare to say in public; And as for the mjtt bashing writers, LETS NOT FORGET THAT MJTT WAS WRITING ONE SHOTS AND HEADCANNONS AFTER THEY SAW THE HYPETRAIN. But since someone said ‘writing fanfics abt a dead man is weird’ now all of a sudden it’s, “oh this is weird” “he was real not a character “ but then turn around and go read a freaky ass fanfic ABOUT the guys who PLAYED the characters on that hockey show. (That js goes to show how quickly someone’s opinion changes just bc someone hater said something now evb is scared to get shamed.)
I said it once and I will say it again, real people fanfics, smutty nd all, have BEEN a thing. So this hate train on writers who write for mj or just hate on him for no reason gotta stop asap cuz rn bc this IS inherently racist AND blatant racism and if u don’t see it I’ll be more than willing to say WHY and HOW it is.
and idgaf I will clog the tag bc racism is not meant to be ignored ESP when is aimed at a BLACK man and his BLACK fans.
after everything—the racism, prejudices, tabloids, endless attempts to tear him down—a black man who endured more scrutiny and cruelty than anyone ever should has a legacy that continues to speak for itself.
I need to know what Michael did to cause the breakup in She’s Out of My Life. What could he have done to make them walk away from each other? Or better yet, make her walk away from him.
Oooo i loveee this question !
I like to imagine that Michael being really pressured for Invincible made him a lot more irritable , and eventually ended up saying something he didn't mean in an argument and the reader was done with his ass lol . More of a progressive thing, where it built up until the reader was sick and tired . I left it more up to interpretation , but I was waiting for someone to ask this 😋💕
idea cred: my amazing friend rey <3 @wh1msycle I <3 you !
Upcoming series from me !
I rlly want to make a series , and with the help of my dearest friend rey, I've got a pretty good idea of what I'm going to do !
summary: Michael was sent down from Heaven secretly to try to help the Earth, whilst the reader was sent from Hell to try to stop him.
This may include some of my religious views , such as the existence of God, but I do not like to force it on others ! If you belong to a different religion , that's entirely okay, and consider this storyline just for the plot!
Sort of based on the song with the same name !!! By Michael <3
summary: Michael finds some old home videos of you, reminiscing over memories the two of you had together before you'd split up.
word count: 507
I thought this would be rlly cool to do !! The reader & Michael in this got together around Bad era , & split up not too long before these events. I rlly love this song a lot ! Angst attempted !!
Michael finds himself digging through old home videos, picking every last one of them up and watching them with a smile on his face. His newest album Invincible isn't selling so well, due to the lack of promotion, so he's trying to find something better to do than to dwell on that fact.
After watching and laughing at a video of his son Prince, he reached back into the box and pulled out another recording at random. He set it in the TV, waiting for it to play.
His happy grin instantly disappeared as soon as he saw what was on the tape. It was you.
"Michael... what are you doing?" You'd laughed, gently pushing the camera away from yourself. He heard his own voice from the other end of the camera, "I can't record my favourite girl?" He laughed as well.
Michael had watched through the whole tape, his expression going neutral as his eyes bore through your face despite only being pixels. You were just so beautiful.
He ended up going through the rest of the tapes, discarding any of the ones that didn't have you on it. He spent the rest of his afternoon just watching videos of you. He missed you so much, but he knew that he was the reason why you'd left.
He should've been over it, it's been years since you'd both split... why did it still hurt him so much?
Michael always liked to think of you as the one that got away. The girl he'd fallen for, deeply and entirely. He'd loved every part of you, from your head to your toes, from your soul to your heart, he'd found everything about you just perfect. Ultimately he was at fault for the break up, but that didn't mean he didn't still yearn for your presence. At night, he swears he can still feel the ghost of your warmth next to him.
With every tape of you he'd watch, his eyes focused on every detail the old camera was actually able to pick up. The curve of your nose, your lips, the young shine in your eyes that he hadn't seen in far too long. He wasn't even listening to the words you'd spoke, or the reason he'd been recording you, he just watched. He yearned for you.
His original goal of getting his mind off of bad things had only backfired on him, it seemed.
You'd been there for him through thick and thin, ever since he'd released his album Thriller all until just before releasing his Invincible album. You'd been there for him through so much...
His neutral & observant expression slowly crumbled, his fingers starting to twitch and his hands started to shake as it dawned on him just on what he'd lost. He'd lost his other half, and it was by his own doing.
Michael held his face in his hands, feeling the tears start to flow. His ears picked back up as he heard your voice on the TV again.
summary: you are the queen of a kingdom, with a very fun and silly jester to accompany you. You both end up with a bottle of wine, and he seems to forget your title as queen under the influence.
word count: 506
Just a small little thing I thought of and decided to put into words. I'd love to make a part 2 , or maybe even a whole series,,, lmk! <3
A little silly au <3
Your rule over the kingdom was one most would consider a blessing to the civilians. Your father's reign lasted for a long time, and he wasn't exactly a king that led by example. After his passing, you came into the throne because he wasn't able to produce any sons.
Most people say that you're an extremely kind queen, yet the people around you always have the same observation; you're not a very talkative person.
Your jester, Michael, knows this better than anybody. It's the first thing he comments on when he sees you, whether you're just on a stroll in the garden or sitting alone in your bedroom.
You didn't want a jester, truly, but he's been around the royal family for years and was your father's jester previous. It was more of a hassle to have him anyways, you just found your jester extremely annoying.
"Hello, your majesty!" Michael approached, his bright red hat bouncing with every step as he followed you. You noticed he carried a sense of silliness with him everywhere he went.
You weren't in the mood, barely sparing him a glance with your chin up high as you continued to walk down the halls of your castle. Michael followed closely behind, his shoes making a funny little noise as he walked.
"Sometime I forget you're not the biggest talker in the world..." he'd tease.
Most of your conversations were one sided, with Michael always trying to make you laugh. Sometimes he did get a little chuckle out of you, and sometimes you never made a noise. You seemed different each day, and it made his job making you laugh so much harder! He just wants to see your cute smile... he really loves you a lot.
On one of those days where you seemed to giggle at quite a lot of things he says, the two of you ended up sharing a bottle of wine. Even if you still weren't very talkative as usual, you were in a smiling mood. Someday I'm gonna make her mine, he'd think.
As the two of you were drinking together, the wine started to make him a lot more confident with his actions. He started teasing you more, his words sort of slurring together. The wine made you a lot more giggly as well, which only encouraged him more.
"Y'know..." he giggled, "I think you're real cute! Even if y'don't talk much, your majesty."
You could only giggle and nod your head. He only seemed to get a lot sleepier and unaware the more that he drank, while you overall stayed the same. Was your jester always this cute?
"You're so..." he mumbled, "...beautiful. I've always thought so. "
With a little giggle from you, he smiled, crossing one of his legs over the other. He had big, pointy shoes, ones that looked silly and matched his personality. Michael was very much a flirt at heart, yet he often toned it down for you as the queen. The intoxication from the wine was making him feel so cozy, and not necessarily worried about whether he was flirting with the queen or not. Quite frankly unaware he was flirting with the queen.
"Such a pretty young thing..." he commented, reaching a heavy hand out to gently touch your cheek. "I would love to make y'mine one day."
You really had a confident jester when he was drunk on wine...
yes, I did make him say she's a pretty young thing . I had to :3 I love that song !
summary: You and Michael have been friends since you were both kids, and you both like each other a lot. You however aren't the best at showing it, but he's getting sick and tired of your "just friends" title. He wants to be more...
word count: 1.7k
This was aiming to be teeth-rotting fluff, and I'd love for some tips on how to improve since this is my first fanfic I've ever posted!
I'd love to have some requests if yall like it,,, <3
You and Michael have been friends since as long as the two of you could remember. Your mum knew his mum, so naturally you grew alongside him and his brothers.
It was quite different being friends with boys, yet despite that fact, you and the Jackson brothers got along real well. You especially got along with Michael.
You and Michael were a lot closer in age, which easily gave you more stuff to bond over and relate to. Which seemed made way for Michael's multiple year long crush.
He's liked you for probably nearly 10 years by now, and the two of you are 19. Ten whole years of hard yearning that bordered on torture.
You've liked him all the same, don't get me wrong—but you've not been so keen on showing it as much as he has. He loves calling you so many cute names, like baby and often mama, even sweetheart. It's such a shock when he hears you call him Mike. Sometimes you'd even call him Michael!
He knows the two of you like each other; his brothers know, specifically. They're the reason he even found out in the first place, since they just never seemed to keep anything to themselves.
He's put up with being friends for the longest time, but even if he respects your boundaries, he finds himself talking about it to his brothers quite a lot. He usually ends up telling Marlon.
"She jus'—she never shows she cares," he'd complain, with Marlon often laughing it off.
Every time you'd meet someone with Michael by your side, you would find yourself telling them the two of you were "just good friends," even if the both of you wished you were more than that. It had stayed the same because neither of you were quite ready to admit your feelings.
Michael was beyond ready to take it into his own hands. You were just so beautiful, so perfect and such an interesting person. It has been far too long, and he was getting far too needy.
Michael had ended up calling you one morning, which is quite a regular occurrence for the both of you.
"Hey mama, it's Michael!" He responded sweetly when he heard the line pick up.
"Hey, Mike."
You were simple with your responses, even if your heart seemed to race in your chest.
"I was jus' wonderin'..." his tone suddenly got shy, "are you free? This afternoon?"
Why is he so shy asking me? you couldn't help but think. When he asks if you're available, he usually sounds excited. He was rarely so clearly nervous through the phone.
You answered after a few seconds of running your schedule through your head.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure."
"Awesome!" His shyness seemed to fizz away near immediately with your response. "See you soon, baby."
He hung up right after. Jeez, he didn't even give you time to ask if you wanted to hang out...
You got up and started to get ready anyways. He was such a dork... a dork you couldn't exactly say no to.
Thankfully you'd always lived in walking distance of Michael's place in Hayvenhurst, and as soon as you thought you looked satisfactory, you made your way out the door and towards his place. You wanted to see his face today, anyways.
He met you outside, shifting his balance from one foot to the other repeatedly. Jeez, why was he so nervous?
"What's got you so anxious?" You questioned.
"Nothin', nothin'..." he assured, "jus' somethin' on my mind, baby."
You brushed it off, letting him lead you inside. With how he was acting, it really seemed like he had a whole plan for this. So many of your hanging out was often just with you doing whatever.
When he took you inside, his hand gently resting at the small of your back to guide you, it ended up with you both on the couch, in front of his TV. Michael chose one of his tapes, being very particular about everything. He wasn't usually so focused on everything being perfect unless he was performing or something... what could he be planning? you thought.
Michael sat himself down next to you, and his nerves were practically radiating from his entire being. He was sweating so much, the reflection of it was visible from the light of the TV screen. Internally, his nervousness was tenfold of what was obvious and out in the open. He needed this to be perfect, he needed to be his best. But of course his brothers had to ruin it.
Marlon and Tito were walking through the room, when they both noticed what was happening. You were so obviously clueless, and Michael's clear worried expression was letting them know exactly what was happening. Michael was trying to ask you out.
Tito's comment came first, "oh, what's goin' on here?"
"What's got you so upset, Mike?" Marlon followed. The two had such smug expressions as they smirked at each other.
Michael turned his head towards them both, trying to give them a harsh glare. He fell through on that, since he just looked more panicked than angry.
Tito and Marlon only gave a little whistle before they left the room, leaving you and Michael alone once more. You gave Michael a look that said "what the hell was that about?" and it only served to worsen his feelings.
Michael took a deep breath, his tone softening at your gaze. "Jus' ignore them, baby," he spoke, the nickname leaving his lips with tenderness.
You stayed silent, and chose to ignore that whole situation. Tito and Marlon were just being themselves, nothing too odd about that.
As the tape he'd chosen continued to play, your eyes stayed on the television with interest. Maybe he knew you'd like it so much... it was pretty good, after all.
Your gaze remained on the thing playing, yet his gaze remained on you. The soft light illuminated your features so well, the curve of your nose, your lips... he felt so calm just watching you. He could look at you for hours and never get bored.
He reminded himself quickly what he'd brought you here for. He needed to tell you... he needed you all to himself.
Slowly sliding his arm around your shoulders, he cleared his throat to get your attention. You looked over, noticing his face was a clear rosy pink.
"Baby, I... I gotta tell you somethin'." The same shy tone from when they were on the phone was back.
You tilted your head in confusion, raising an eyebrow to encourage him to continue. He looked away from your eyes, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. You could see his wrist shaking a bit.
"Mama, um..." he hesitated, "do you... do you know how I feel about you?"
A bit taken aback from the question, you weren't entirely sure how to answer. Unsure about what he meant, you questioned him with another tilt of your head.
"What do you mean?"
He let out a little groan, taking both of his large hands to cover his face. When he took them back, you noticed how his cheeks got even rosier.
"You gonna make me repeat myself?" He let out a soft laugh. "I can't keep it to myself anymore, baby..."
He shifted closer to you, and in a moment of confidence, he let his feelings slip out entirely.
"I mean, do you know how crazy you make me? Mama, I'm insane about you..."
You started to feel your own cheeks get bright, but you stayed silent and let him continue.
"I think... I think you're the most beautiful girl I ever seen."
A trembling hand reached out, taking your chin and pulling your face a little closer to his own. Your eyes stayed on him, the television reduced to background noise as you forgot what you'd been watching.
"You make me feel... a lot of things," he let out a shy, breathy laugh. "Sorry, mama... I can't keep it in anymore."
Michael's eyes scanned your face closely, trying to see how you're reacting. He noticed your eyes go soft, your cheeks get pink. His eyes drifted down, seeing your lips parted slightly. He swallowed the pooling saliva in his mouth, and he leaned a bit closer.
"Can I...?" He mumbled. Finally finding your voice, you breathed out a small huff. "Oh, Michael..."
You find yourself remembering how much you'd loved him. Even if you didn't show it much, or didn't act interested, you still cared. And he knew you cared, too.
You leaned in a little bit more, not quite kissing him yourself but leaning closer enough for him to see you wanted it as well. He let out a puff of breath, his eyes closing as he finally brushed your lips together. It was hesitant at first, slow and soft. He pulled away after a few seconds.
"Baby..." he mumbled breathlessly.
He leaned back in, and seeing you do the same, he took your lips back onto his own again. This time much firmer and it felt so much more magical. His neediness was clear, he was pouring 10 years of love and affection he never got to give you into this one kiss.
You tried your best to do the same, and he couldn't help but giggle. Despite kissing him back, you still weren't great at showing your feelings. He found it real cute.
The two of you continued to kiss for a good while. It was real sweet and slow, his lips moving against your own with a worshipful smoothness. You two just could not seem to get enough of each other, and it was an entirely understandable feeling.
Michael had started to let out small whines, his hands on your waist tugging you closer even if you were already pressed up against each other.
"Can't get enough of y'... need y'closer..." he'd whisper against your lips. He'd only be satisfied if you were merged.
"Does this mean... you're my girl?"
You let out a little scoff, sighing as you nodded into his neck. He was pretty cozy.
"Yes, Michael."
"Nuh uh, no more callin' me Michael if we're together." He laughed.
You only rolled your eyes playfully and smiled against his skin. Maybe being more than just good friends wouldn't be too bad at all.
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