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𓆩𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𓆪
🦇 vampire!michael x fem!reader
🧛🏻 You work as a maid for Michael Jackson. After retiring from his music career he vanished from the public eye living hidden in the dark woods under the name "Maestro." Over time your maid role brought you closer to him and bit by bit you found yourself falling in love. However you soon uncovered the heartbreaking truth behind his decision to disappear from the world forever.
1 | the interview 2 | first day
3 | library
𓆩𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𓆪
🦇 vampiremichaeljackson x fem!reader
🧛🏻 You work as a maid for Michael Jackson. After retiring from his music career he vanished from the public eye living hidden in the dark woods under the name "Maestro." Over time your maid role brought you closer to him and bit by bit you found yourself falling in love. However you soon uncovered the heartbreaking truth behind his decision to disappear from the world forever.
Taglist: @tojiswifeforlife , @zanyana626 , @heubstr , @moonaarts , @pyt03 , @ksavamp , @asillysimp
3 | library
May 11th, 1997
It was another day at that haunted mansion, and Janet had told you you'd be cleaning the library.
Michael's library was massive shelves stretching high toward the ceiling, filled with books of every genre imaginable.
Some looked brand new, others worn with age, like they'd been read a hundred times over.
Janet had mentioned it was inspired by his old home, Neverland. That it used to be something brighter... something meant for joy.
Now, it felt more like a memory frozen in time.
You moved slowly between the shelves, collecting books people had left out and returning them to their proper places.
This room was different. Which made it more unsettling. Because it didn't match the rest of the house.
Your fingers traced along the spine of a book before pausing when you noticed a small handwritten note tucked between the pages.
Curious, you pulled it out.
The Little White Bird.
"You like that book?"
The voice made you jump slightly.
You turned—and there he was.
"Michael—" you stopped yourself quickly.
A faint, almost amused look crossed his face.
"Oh—uh, yeah," you said quickly, putting the book back. "I remember reading it when I was younger."
His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary.
"I have all kinds of Peter Pan books," he said softly. "If you want to see them."
You hesitated.
"I do have work to do," you replied.
"It's fine," he said simply.
He turned and began walking and you followed.
☠︎
He led you deeper into the library, to a section that felt older than the rest.
The air there felt cooler, like it hadn't been entered in years.
"These are my favorites," he said, running his fingers lightly across the books.
You watched him carefully now.
It looked like he was almost gliding instead of walking.
"You read a lot?" you asked, trying to ease the tension in your chest.
"When I can't sleep," he replied.
Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist.
"When you can't sleep...?" you repeated.
He glanced at you.
Something darker flickered behind his eyes.
Then it was gone.
"Come," he said, gesturing toward a small sitting area tucked between the shelves.
You sat slowly, unsure why your heart was beating so fast.
He sat across from you but not too far.
You were able to look at him properly now and he was absolutely beautiful in a way that didn't feel real.
Sharp features. Pale skin. Dark but Bambi eyes that seemed to look straight through you.
It made your chest tighten but you couldn't look away.
"You're staring," he said quietly.
Heat rushed to your face. "I'm not—"
"You are," he interrupted, but there was no anger in his voice.
It sounded amused.You swallowed, looking away. "You just—look different in person."
That was the safest thing you could say.
A faint smile touched his lips.
"Different," he repeated softly.
You nodded, still avoiding his gaze.
Your fingers tightened slightly in your lap.
"Why does this place feel so..." you started, then stopped yourself.
"So what?" he asked.
You hesitated.
"...Strange."
His eyes stayed on you not blinking. Then he leaned forward slightly.
And your breath caught.
"Maybe," he said softly, "you're just noticing things others choose to ignore."
Your stomach flipped.
You shifted slightly, suddenly aware of how close he was.
Too close, but you didn't move away. His gaze dropped briefly to your neck.
Then he leaned back again, like nothing had happened.
"You should get back to work," he said calmly.
You nodded quickly, standing up, trying to steady yourself.
"Right... yeah."
By the time your shift was over, your body felt heavy with exhaustion.
You made your way back down to the locker room, eager to change and finally leave that place for the day.
The room was empty this time.
You brushed it off, moving to your locker and opening it.
Then you saw a small folded note sitting neatly inside. Your brows furrowed as you picked it up.
There was no name on the outside.
Slowly, you unfolded it.
Stay. And met me on the balcony.
—M
Your first instinct was to leave.
Everything about this place was weird. Your fingers tightened slightly around the note. You didn’t put it down.
☠︎
A few minutes later, you found yourself walking through the quiet halls instead of heading for the exit.
You told yourself you’d just look. Just see if he was actually there. That was it.
The balcony doors were slightly open, a soft breeze slipping through.
You pushed them gently and stepped outside.
The night air wrapped around you instantly. And above you was the moon. It was full and bright.
With a faint blue tint that made everything feel almost unreal.
“You came.”
His voice was softer this now. You turned and he was already there.
Leaning lightly against the railing, dressed in black, the moonlight catching against his pale skin.
“I almost didn’t,” you admitted.
A small smile touched his lips.
“But you did.”
You walked a little closer, stopping a few feet away.
“Why did you want me to come out here?” you asked.
He glanced up at the sky.
“When’s the last time you saw a blue moon?” he asked instead.
You blinked, caught off guard by the question.
“I… don’t know,” you admitted. “I don’t really pay attention to stuff like that.”
He nodded slightly, like he expected that answer.
“I haven’t seen one in a long time,” he said.
You stepped closer to the railing, standing beside him now.
“It’s nice,” you said softly.
“It is,” he agreed.
You glanced at him.
He didn’t feel like this untouchable, strange figure. He just looked like a man.
“You don’t seem like yourself in the house,” you said before you could stop yourself.
He didn’t react right at that exact moment.
“I’m always myself,” he replied.
You shook your head slightly. “No… I mean—”
You hesitated, searching for the words.
“You feel different here.”
“And how do I feel?” he asked.
Your heart sped up a little.
“Normal,” you said honestly.
For a second, something flickered in his expression.
Gone almost as quickly as it came.
“Normal,” he repeated quietly.
You leaned against the railing, exhaling softly.
“I feel like I’m actually talking to a person right now,” you added. “Not… you know…”
“A celebrity?” he finished.
You gave a small, awkward smile. “Yeah.”
He gave you a quiet laugh and it completely threw you off. It didn’t match the version of him you’d seen before.
“I don’t get that very often,” he said.
You looked at him again.
“You can, you know,” you said. “Act normal.”
His gaze softened slightly.
“Maybe,” he said.
The wind picked up gently, brushing past you.
You shivered without meaning to.
“Are you cold?,” he asked.
“I’m fine,” you replied quickly.
He had already stepped a little closer. Close enough that you could feel the shift in the air again.
“You should head home,” he said.
You blinked. “Oh… yeah. I should.”
Neither of you moved right but then finally, you stepped back.
“Goodnight,” you said.
He nodded.
“Goodnight.”
As you walked back inside, you couldn’t help but glance back one last time.
And he was still there watching you.
I am SO FCKING DISAPPOINTED and DISGUSTED by those pathetic people right now who are switching up on Michael just because of the HEAVILY ASSED edited the documentary is and how out of context it is while they themselves have NO knowledge about the whole f king story . The amount of photoshopped and fake ass pics they made of Michael and placed them in the documentary is just disgusting af not only that those idiotic dumbass people falling for it. Bruh the amount of times I’ve seen people make videos of Michael and how the documentary “opened their eyes on who Michael really is” and proceeded to call him a pedophile and her nasty names.
I’ve also seen trolls lying out their ass about Michael just to block me when I asked for evidence or when I debunked their lies 💀💀💀💀
Like what the actual FCK??!!!! Are people THIS easily manipulated??????? They fell for a documentary that’s so heavily edited, biased and completely out of context????? WTF??!!!
I've slowly been chipping away at drawing scenes from that imaginary Muppet retelling of the Princess Bride, figured it was about time to share what I've drawn on Tumblr!
HOLY you guys are genuinely so weird with maddie and jaafar
“he looks uncomfortable 🥺” it’s been stated he’s shy.. he’s being shy, it’s a public event, HES GOING TO BE SHH
“it’s weird they’ve been together and are only now engaged😠😠” or “they’ve been engaged for 2 years now why aren’t they married” not everyone springs into marriage, we don’t know what they had going on in their relationship previously, we don’t know what dynamic they have, we don’t know what they planned for themselves and their relationship, stop with this weird parasocial behaviour. You’re all fucking weird as shit.
Jaafar is a grown ass man, he doesn’t need randoms online nitpicking his long term relationship just because they’re jealous, because THATS what it is, jealously. you’re all tryna make it out like you’re concerned she’s using him for the Jackson money and whatever but when it really boils down to it, you’re all jealous
“I’d be weirded out if my partner went with me to every event” well good for you, not everyone’s the same, it’s natural to want your partner to be there with you when you’ve reached major achievements, and it’s natural to wanna be there. It’s NORMAL for a long term couple to be there for/with one another. Step out of this parasocial paradox you’ve found yourselves in
You do this with every new upcoming male actor and their girlfriends. It’s fucking disgusting
Before you come on my account :)
I wanna start by saying if you can’t respect someone else’s opinion pls click off my page!!
I genuinely believe Michael Jackson was 101% innocent in my whole body and it makes me so frustrated bc he’s literally been dead for just under 17 yrs and one AMAZING, positive movie comes out and now everyone’s coming out with stories and whatnot.
i do not think he was a weirdo i do think he didn’t realize that it was wrong to sleep in the same bed as kids he didn’t have personal relationships with (for good reason i mention below) but even then adults WANTED their children there and did not have a care in the world because they TRUSTED him and i saw somewhere i think Janet said he would just fall to sleep and then go somewhere else to sleep when he realized where he had fallen asleep and like i said MOST of the time parents were involved i believe he had no ill intentions and i think he was a beautiful human being and i feel a little attached to him in a weird way what i’m saying is i can relate to michael and im positive a lot of us can.
Let me tell you why when michael was 6 he became the biggest child superstar and when i was 5 my parents died “i never had parents but he never had a childhood and when you never get to have something you become obsessed with it” i have spent my whole life even now looking for parent figures im currently at my “grown” age and i STILL look for a mother and a father figure in everyone i meet, I struggled with acne, i struggled with bullying, i struggled with mental illness, i struggled with feeling so lonely youll talk to anything and i STILL do but “how do you recreate your childhood? When you are under the magnifying glass of the world? When everyone knows who you are? Where you live? For your entire life”
Michael Jackson and his siblings were ABUSED and scarred for life.
“Joe jackson made Michael put oil all over his body and beat him with a belt it was a whole process “, joe jackson constantly ridiculed Michaels appearance at just Micheal’s early kid ages. joe jackson was saying things to his son that no parent should say ever, the jacksons never got attention, affection, they never got to come home and show their parents a good report card, they never got basic love. Joe Jackson quote “never said I love you” to any of his sons said michael. The Jacksons trembled at their father’s presence. La Toya Jackson accused her father, Joe Jackson, of sexually abusing her. In 1991 in her autobiography. Not only Michael but all of the children grew up with so much trauma, so much hurt in their own home and in their life and it makes me genuinely believe Michael had no ill intent whatsoever.
For the idiots who didn’t know Children’s brains are far more complex and less developed than adults when you abuse a child mentally and physically it grows into who they are as they grow up im taking a child phycology class in college right now and everyday im in my lecture i think of Michael.
I think of how these things he went through impacted him so much in his adult life so much that he was so lonely he had mannequins around his home he would talk to them, it led to arrested development, perfectionism and emotional pain, body image trauma, an ED, parts of his development was missing and you couldn’t miss that, it made reality hard for him so he talked about fantasy worlds, he had no friends, in one interview with Rabbi Shmuley Boteach micheal said quote I sat there looking at the kids with tears running down my face and I would say, “I am trapped and I have to do this for the rest of my life. I am under contract.” But I wanted to go over there so bad it was killing me, just to make a friend to say, “Hi.” I used to walk the streets looking for someone to talk to.” Michaels childhood was strict and unforgiving.
Off topic : I had such a close bond with my Grandma about Micheal ever since I was a little girl and being appalled by how media can take a radiant human being and turn them into something they are not. When I think of my loving, caring, amazing Grandmother I think of Michael.
im not writing this because i want to “change your opinion “ i am tired of reading and seeing things that aren’t true. AND i keep getting ANONYMOUS messages.
While you finish reading this i want you to think about something.
If Michael Jackson was such a monster why isn’t he still alive?
Not to connect the two but Donald trump is a MONSTER and he is the president of the united states and people support him..Donald trump was proven guilty in a court.
Michael Jackson was proven innocent in a court.
Now why is it so easy for people to say Donald Trump is innocent? How can Donald trump run a nation?? Why aren’t there documentaries, tabloids, movies ect about the Mr president and Epstein ??
Thank you for reading this if you did im sorry if it seems rushed its 5 am.
i just wanna put her in my pocket
i got something smexy for yall for jermajesty. be on all 20 toes 💋
Tumblr girls ♡︎ Michael Jackson (the most) ꪆৎ
HIS FUCKING WAISTTTTTTTTT
how sweet!! japan always has shown michael so much love and has never ever stopped!
When you're a black girl in a mostly white fandom
EARLY MORNINGS | JAAFAR JACKSON
Pairing: Jaafar Jackson x Black!OC Amara Jackson Summary: Amara has early morning opinions about what her man should be doing. Songs: WC: Warnings: 18+ suggestive content Note: headcannon from the miniseries I have for them <3
okay people I posted the master list on my other blog named yourmajesty101 and that were you’ll find my other content. thanks!
okay you guys i’m gonna be working on the jermajesty fic but i have three ideas but i want ya’ll opinions so here’s the 3 (😻 = smut)
Jermajesty and the reader go on their 1 year anniversary date (fluff)
Jermajesty going on vacation with his brothers and the reader spend time alone 😻
Jermajesty getting caught cheating at party (angst)
𓆩𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𓆪
🦇vampire!michael x fem!reader
🧛🏻 You work as a maid for Michael Jackson. After retiring from his music career he vanished from the public eye living hidden in the dark woods under the name "Maestro." Over time your maid role brought you closer to him and bit by bit you found yourself falling in love. However you soon uncovered the heartbreaking truth behind his decision to disappear from the world forever.
Taglist: @tojiswifeforlife , @cenobii, @zanyana626 , @heubstr , @moonaarts , @pyt03 , @ksavamp ,
2 | first day
May 10, 1997
It was your first day on a new job, and nerves were running high. To make things crazier, you had already met Janet and Michael Jackson and now you were working for them.
Yesterday felt like a surreal dream or a nightmare. Either way, you didn't want to relive it.
You had done the same thing you did yesterday, walking toward the woods but then you spotted a figure standing there.
Dressed all in black and impossible to identify, the figure instantly triggered your survival instincts.
Without thinking you turned and dashed back to the car.
Maybe this job wasn't worth it. Were you being pranked? Was working for the Jacksons even worth it anymore?
Breathless from your frantic escape, you wished you could just disappear and be back home.
Suddenly, you saw the black figure approaching fast and power walking with purpose.
This was it. Your time was up. You were sure you were about to be killed.
Your instincts took over again. You threw yourself back into the seat, closed your eyes, and pretended to be dead.
A minute later, you heard a knock on the window. Peeking through your eyelids, you saw Bill.
He didn't look happy, probably tired of your crap.
"How many times do we have to go through this girl?" His muffled voice came from the window.
You sighed, feeling embarrassed about your runaway and fake dead stunt.
Getting out of the car, you hesitated as Bill stared at you. You avoided his gaze, too humiliated to look at him.
"Can we just go?" you asked.
He chuckled. "So why did you run?"
"You were just standing there looking so creepy. Who wouldn't?" The two of you started walking toward the house.
"I apologize. But you're going to have to learn how not to be afraid anymore. But it's your first day, after all," he said.
You sighed, already messing up on your first day on the job.
"I get it. I'm just not used to being out here," you admitted.
"That's how it was for me, too. When Michael was young, I had to fight off his fans trying to grab him. Now, I don't have those worries anymore, but it still saddens me that Michael doesn't even want to see his fans," Bill added.
You absorbed his words thoughtfully. Michael had been a top-tier star. Why had he given it all up?
Finally, ya'll got to the house. Bill knocked on the door, and Janet opened it.
"You're late, but since it is your first day I'll let it slide," she said and you were hoping she didn't mean it in a rude way.
Bill waved her off and walked past her, and you followed.
"I've got your work uniform, all ironed and ready," Janet said, leading you inside.
She handed you the clothes and showed you where to change.
"There's a locker room in the basement where you'll store your things. But since you're new and maybe a little scared, I'll keep your belongings for now," Janet added.
You nodded slowly, though something about that didn’t sit right with you.
“I’ll come get you once you’re changed,” Janet said with a smile before walking off.
The moment she disappeared, the hallway felt quiet
You looked down at the uniform in your hands and it was black of course.
Swallowing your unease, you made your way down toward the basement.
Each step creaked softly beneath your feet as the air grew colder.
Why was it colder?
When you reached the locker room, you pushed the door open carefully.
Inside, a few women were already there dressed in the same uniform and they all turned to look at you at the exact same time. Your stomach dropped.
“…Hi,” you said awkwardly.
One of them smiled, but it didn’t feel like a genuine one.
“Are you the new girl?,” she said.
“Yeah,” you replied, clutching the clothes slightly. “First day.”
Another girl tilted her head, studying you. “He let you come back?”
“…Yeah?” you said, unsure.
The women exchanged glances.
The first girl stepped closer. “What’s your name?”
You told her.
She nodded slowly. “I’m Lila. That’s Maren… and Tasha.”
They each gave small nods, but none of them looked like ordinary people.
They looked like they were tired in a way sleep couldn’t even fix.
“You’ll learn the routine quickly,” Lila said. “Just follow the rules.”
“Yeah, I saw those,” you muttered. “They’re kinda… weird.”
That got you a quiet laugh from Tasha.
“Weird,” she repeated under her breath.
Maren stepped closer suddenly, her voice dropping. “Just to let you know, you should never stay out past sunset.”
Your heart skipped. “Why?”
“You’ll be fine,” Lila said quickly, her tone changing. “Just don’t be asking too many questions.”
That definitely did not make you feel any better.
☠︎
After changing, you followed the others upstairs, your nerves sitting heavy in your chest.
Janet met you halfway, clapping her hands lightly. “Perfect timing.”
She began assigning tasks, pairing you with Lila.
“Stick with her today,” Janet said. “She’ll show you everything.”
You nodded, grateful you wouldn’t be alone, though something about Lila still made you feel uneasy.
As you walked down another hallway, you leaned closer to her.
“Okay… be honest,” you whispered. “What’s going on in this place?”
Lila didn’t answer right away.
She just kept walking.
“Lila?”
She glanced at you. You swore her eyes looked darker than before.
“You’ll understand soon,” she said quietly.
That was NOT reassuring.
☠︎
Hours passed strangely and you cleaned rooms that looked untouched.
Hallways that felt endless and the entire time You felt like you were being watched by someone.
It wasn’t until you were alone wiping down a long mirror in one of the upper rooms that you felt it again.
You didn’t want to turn around but you did. And there Michael was standing in the doorway watching you silently.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
“I—” you started, but your voice caught.
He stepped closer.
“You came back,” he said softly.
Your breath hitched. “I… yeah. I need the job.”
His head tilted slightly, like he was studying you again.
“Oh really?,” he said, his voice lowering with suspicion.
You didn’t answer because you didn’t even know what to say anymore. A faint smile appeared on his lips.
Just as suddenly as he appeared he had stepped back.
“Be careful,” he said quietly.
And then he was gone.
☠︎
By the time your shift ended, your nerves were completely shot.
You didn’t even say much on your way out, just muttered quick goodbyes and practically rushed back to your car.
Once inside, you locked the doors immediately.
“What the fuck is wrong with that place?” you whispered.
The drive home felt longer than it should have.
Your mind replayed everything and by the time you got home, the sky had already started to darken.
You stepped inside quickly, locking the door behind you.
You leaned against the door, exhaling shakily.
“This is fucking insane,” you muttered.
You walked to your room, sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at nothing.
“Do I go back tomorrow…” you whispered.
Your stomach twisted and something deep down told you that If you did, there might not be a turning back.
clown! michael x dancer! reader 🎪
“I lost my heart , on the carousel , to a circus girl , who left my heart in pieces!”
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