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n i a ' s b l o g !

— nineteen . s!her . black . chem major . certified maladaptive day dreamer . reader . aspiring writer .

lover of ↬ new edition . the pitt . cold weather . marvel . hamilton . criminal minds . kls . michael jackson . silver jewelry . baking . & more .

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⤷ reqs open for all the jacksons ! — ( except randy )

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EMERALD CITY — michael jackson one-shot .

pairing : michael jackson x black!fem!reader content : diana ross . not proofread . let me know if i've missed anything . synopsis : in which — you were casted as a background dancer for the wiz, and got the chance to grow close to michael. but, weirdly, he started distancing himself and you can't figure out why.

( authors note:: creds to :: @szalipcombo )

You'd been dancing for as long as you could remember. Being cast as a background dancer in The Wiz was the first time you truly felt like your career was heading somewhere.

You didn't have a major role, just a spot in the Emerald City sequence, but that didn't matter. You were grateful to be part of the project either way.

The last person you ever expected to grow close to was Michael Jackson.

At first, he was simply another cast member. But somehow, the two of you always seemed to find each other. You spent lunches together, between shoots, talked for hours during set resets, shared inside jokes, and occasionally sang and danced around the studio.

Michael had come to appreciate you because you never treated him like a celebrity or star.

You never asked about his fame, his money, or when his next album was coming out.

Instead, you treated him like a person.

You talked about favorite movies, dream vacations, childhood memories. The little things.

Somewhere along the way, you started falling for him.

And judging by the way his face lit up whenever he saw you, you'd begun to think maybe he felt the same.

Until everything changed.

Little by little, he started pulling away.

He stopped joining you for lunch.

The conversations became shorter.

Whenever you approached him, he'd offer a polite smile, but it never quite reached his eyes.

At first, you assumed he was busy. Maybe he was exhausted. He'd been working incredibly hard, especially with the pressure of playing one of the movie's main characters.

Then you realized the truth, he had been avoiding you.

Production had wrapped a few weeks ago, and the producers decided to celebrate with a wrap party.

Music filled the room as people danced, laughed, and mingled. You watched the crowd for a moment before your gaze landed on someone standing alone near the back wall.

Michael.

He separated himself from everyone else, standing away from the crowd.

He hadn't noticed you yet.

Taking a steadying breath, you crossed the room and stopped beside him.

"Michael."

His head turned immediately, surprise flickering across his features.

"Hey," he said, lifting a hand in a small wave. His smile was awkward.

You sighed heavily. "Did I do something?"

His smile faded. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Michael." Your voice softened. "If I did something wrong, just tell me. I won't be upset."

For a moment, he said nothing.

His eyes drifted around the room before he cleared his throat awkwardly. "I've just… heard things." A flash of guilt crossed his face.

Your stomach dropped. "What things?"

His jaw tightened. "That you were talking behind my back."

"What?" You blinked.

"That you had some big plan to get close to me." His voice was quiet now. "For the fame and the money... to help your career."

Confusion faded into disbelief. "Who told you that?"

He hesitated.

His hand rose to scratch the back of his neck as his gaze shifted across the room.

You followed his gaze this time, and saw who he was looking towards.

Diana Ross.

She stood among a group of cast and crew members, but her attention wasn't on the conversation.

Her eyes were already fixed on the two of you.

You looked back at Michael, then back to her, then back to him again.

"Diana?"

The expression on his face confirmed it for you.

"Oh my god," you said with a short laugh.

Michael frowned. "What?"

"You actually believed that?"

His eyes met yours.

"You thought I'd spend every day with you just to use you?"

He looked away, a guilty look spread across his face.

"Why didn't you come talk to me?" you asked quietly. "I could've told you."

He shrugged. "I was hurt."

His voice was barely above a whisper. "People always want something from me. And I thought…" He swallowed. "I thought I'd finally found someone different. Someone I liked spending time with. Someone I loved."

Your chest tightened. "Michael…"

"And when Diana told me those things..." He let out a shaky breath. "I convinced myself she was right. Because it was easier than believing you could ever feel the same way."

A smile slowly spread across your face. "I do love you, Michael."

His head snapped up. "What?"

You laughed softly. "I love you."

He blinked, staring at you with a shocked look.

Then a smile broke across his face, the same bright smile you had fallen for months ago. He stepped closer to you, grabbing your hand gently.

"I love you too."

[femalekanye]

i need him so bad

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send me more titooo requestsss i beg

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SKINCARE — jackie jackson one-shot .

pairing : jackie jackson x black!fem!reader content : not proofread . let me know if i've missed anything . synopsis : in which — you force jackie to let you do his skin care.

( authors note:: i saw some girl do this with her bf on tiktok and thought... why not yk )

The voices of commentators talking over loud crowds and the noise of shoes squeaking against the court filled your living room through the TV speakers.

Your husband, Jackie, was stretched out on the couch, one arm slung over the back cushion as he watched the basketball game.

The sun had started to set, casting a warm orange glow through the blinds and creating rectangular patterns across the floor.

You stood in the doorway for a moment, a small basket in your hands as you watched him stare at the TV, completely unaware of your presence.

"Honey," you called, making your presence known as you stepped into the living room.

You placed the basket on the side table before circling the couch and sinking down beside him.

"Hm," he hummed, not even looking your way.

You grabbed the spa headband from the basket and held it out to him.

"Put this on."

He took it from your hand, lowering his head to look at it, though his eyes still hadn't left the TV.

After a second, he finally looked away from the game and down at the object in his hand, his face twisting in confusion.

"I ain't putting on no headband, baby," he said with a short laugh, trying to hand it back.

"Just put it on, Sigmund," you said, snatching it from him and placing it on his head, pushing his afro back from his hairline.

"Lay down," you instructed, patting your thighs.

With a quiet sigh, he shifted his body. His head fell into your lap while his legs draped over the arm of the couch.

"I'm trying to watch the game, honey," he said.

"You'll survive," you replied with a smile, reaching for the bottle of cleanser in the basket.

The moment he saw it, his eyes narrowed.

"What is that?"

"Cleanser."

"What does it do?"

"It cleans your face."

"Oh."

You squeezed a small amount onto a cotton pad before bringing it to his face and gently wiping his skin.

Jackie flinched slightly. "It's cold."

"It's supposed to be."

Once you finished cleaning his face, you moved on to the next step and reached for another bottle.

"What is that?"

"Exfoliant."

"What does it do?"

"Exfoliates."

Jackie shot you a look, making you laugh.

"It gets rid of dead skin."

His expression immediately changed, a crease forming between his eyebrows. "Dead skin?"

"Yes, honey," you nodded. "Everybody has dead skin."

You pumped a few drops onto your fingers before rubbing the product into his skin.

Noticing Jackie was about to ask another question, you spoke up first. "Baby, you have to relax," you laughed, reaching for another bottle.

He opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off. "Just close your eyes."

With a small sigh, he obeyed. "Yes, ma'am."

Your fingers continued moving gently across his face, smoothing serums and moisturizers into his skin.

Every now and then, you ran your fingers through his tight curls, massaging his scalp while you waited for the products to absorb.

The game still played quietly in the background, but Jackie had completely forgotten about it.

He was laid across the couch with his head still in your lap, his breathing slow and even as he slept.

You smiled, letting out a soft laugh as you continued combing your fingers through his hair.

[petalwisps]

i don’t like the way you guys treat jermaine jackson.. that’s my baby.

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WHAT ARE THEY DOINGGGG??? where are the parents?!

[sunvpie]

if you’re in baenation gc block me bc i know yall bitches are weird.

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people trying to cancel jermajesty for liking a free diddy post but not jaafar for marrying a zionist is a little weirddddd to me…

ALSO are people really getting blocked for adding maddie to gcs and talking about her to her face??

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Netflix should go bankrupt for that stupid documentary

honestly!! i don’t understand why people are even watching it. they need to let that man restttt

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yall are still so worried about michael after he was PROVEN to be innocent on all charges and has been gone for nearly two decades now!! yet that man is still happily in office after everything that continues to come out about him. its a sad world

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i miss my close and personal friend tito jackson 😔

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why by 3T has been on repeattttt

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DINNER — marlon jackson one-shot .

pairing : marlon jackson x black!fem!reader content : not proofread . let me know if i've missed anything . synopsis : in which — you and your sisters are invited out to california to perform with the Jacksons and they invite you out to dinner ( requested )

( authors note:: it's storming so bad the power keeps cutting outtt )

Only six months ago, you and your sisters had been performing at local venues, hoping for a chance to make it out of Detroit. Now, your group had a song climbing the charts, and you'd been invited all the way to California to perform on The Carol Burnett Show with the Jackson 5.

The entire day had felt surreal.

From rehearsals, to camera blocking, to being on stage beneath the bright studio lights, it almost didn't seem real.

Now, you were backstage packing up your things when a figure appeared in the doorway behind you.

"Hey."

You looked up and met the eyes of Marlon Jackson. He stood in the doorway, hands shoved into his pockets, looking almost hesitant.

You and your sisters had known about the Jacksons since they first debuted. They'd been one of your biggest inspirations when you started music, and coming to California, you'd been nervous about meeting them. You'd worried you'd embarrass yourself somehow.

But when you'd met Marlon earlier that morning, the two of you had gotten lost backstage while trying to find the correct studio. For the rest of the day, whenever there was a break between rehearsals and filming, you'd found yourself talking to him.

He was funny and really easy to talk to. Not some stuck-up celebrity who let the fame get to their head.

"Hey," you replied.

"My brothers and I are going out to dinner," he said.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking strangely nervous.

"Oh?"

"Yeah." He scratched the back of his neck. "We were wondering if you and your sisters wanted to come. On us."

A smile spread across your face.

"Oh, sure."

The restaurant wasn't anything overly fancy, just nice enough that the group could sit in a private section away from curious fans and interruptions.

The table was crowded with plates, drinks, and baskets of bread. Laughter filled the room as both groups talked.

"You know," Marlon said, leaning a little closer from the seat beside you, "I was really nervous about meeting you girls today."

You blinked.

"Really?"

"Yeah." He laughed.

"Why?" you asked, meeting his eyes.

He shrugged.

"You're one of the biggest groups out right now."

"Oh, please." You snorted, shaking your head.

"I'm serious."

"You’re part of the Jackson 5," you argued. "You're the biggest group out right now."

He grinned.

"Still."

Dinner stretched on for nearly two hours.

None of you were ready for the night to end, but eventually the restaurant staff began cleaning around you, and soon everyone would have to head out.

Again, you found yourself beside Marlon.

The jacket he'd lent you earlier was draped over your shoulders as the two of you trailed a few paces behind the rest of the group.

The California night air was cooler than you'd expected.

"I guess this is it for now," he mumbled.

He slowed his naturally stride so he could walk beside you instead of ahead.

"Yeah," you said softly. "I guess."

"When do you girls leave?"

You glanced over at him.

"Tomorrow morning."

Your attention drifted to the group ahead. Your older sister threw her head back laughing at something Tito had said, nearly stumbling into one of the others.

Marlon followed your gaze before looking back down at the sidewalk.

"You coming back?"

"Hopefully." You shrugged. "I like it here."

A small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah. Me too."

Silence settled between you, as you reached your car.

Your sisters had already climbed in while Marlon's brothers headed toward their own car farther down the lot.

You started to slip off the jacket and hand it back.

Before you could, Marlon shook his head and gently pulled it back over your shoulders.

"You can keep it."

Your eyebrows pulled together.

"What?"

"I'll get it from you next time."

You stared at him. "Next time?"

"Yeah." He shrugged. "Next time you girls come out to California, you should visit Encino. Maybe we could hang out or something."

You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face.

"Yeah. Maybe."

His grin widened.

"See you."

You nodded.

"See you."

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NO MORE LIES — chapter four .

pairing : jackie jackson x black!fem!reader content : mini series . fake relationship . angst . heartbreak . joseph jackson . toxic media . tabloids . suggestive . controlling parental behavior . set in the 1980's . set around 'Be The One' . not proofread . let me know if I missed anything . synopsis : in which — jackie invites you over to his family's for dinner, and you're introduced to two very important people in his life.

( authors note:: idk how to feel abt this one… i was lwky strugglingggg with it )

Jackie sank into the living room couch at Havenhurst, Tito and Marlon sitting beside him as they argued back and forth about something he wasn't really paying attention to.

He'd been like this for a week now.

Distracted.

His mind occupied by one thing and one thing only, you.

More specifically, the kiss the two of you had shared. The memory of it replayed constantly in his head.

The sound of your laugh.

The softness of your smile.

The way your lips had fit perfectly against his.

It was getting harder and harder to tell where the plan ended and his real feelings began.

At first, this whole thing had been a simple publicity stunt.

Now, every time he looked at you, every time you smiled at him, every time your hand brushed his arm, he felt something he wasn't supposed to feel and no matter how hard he tried to push those feelings down, they always found their way back up.

Even the simple thought of you was enough to make his heart stutter.

His palms got clammy.

His throat dry.

His stomach twisted itself into knots.

"Jackie."

Marlon's voice finally pulled him from his thoughts as he jabbed his elbow into his older brother's side. "You ain't even listening."

"I am listening," Jackie muttered, rubbing the spot where Marlon had hit him.

Marlon rolled his eyes. "You ain't heard a word I said."

"I heard you."

Tito snorted from the opposite end of the couch.

"He lyin'."

Jackie opened his mouth to defend himself, but before he could get a word out, the front door opened.

Joseph Jackson stepped inside.

The floorboards creaked beneath his weight as he made his way toward the living room, his eyes immediately finding his eldest son.

"Jackie," his voice was firm. "With me."

He motioned him forward with two fingers.

Jackie let out a quiet sigh before pushing himself off the couch and following his father down the hallway.

Once inside his office, Jackie quietly shut the door behind him and took a seat in the leather chair across from his father's desk.

Joseph remained silent for a moment.

Then he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a folded magazine.

He tossed it onto the desk between them.

Jackie's eyes dropped to it.

On the cover was a picture of you and him.

The two of you leaving a record store together.

You were holding his hand, a shopping bag hung from his free arm. The both of you were smiling, comfortably.

"It’s working."

Jackie looked up.

Joseph leaned back in his chair.

"It's everywhere," he continued. "People talking about you again. And not the way they were talking a few months ago."

Jackie glanced back down at the magazine.

A knot formed in his stomach.

"Ain't that a good thing?" he asked quietly.

Joseph barked out a short laugh. "You damn right it's a good thing."

He leaned forward, resting his forearms against the desk before clasping his hands together. "We're having a family dinner Sunday."

Jackie nodded. "Okay."

"Invite her."

Jackie froze.

"No."

Joseph's eyebrows rose. "No?"

"No."

Joseph stared at him for a long moment, then he pinched the bridge of his nose. "And why not?"

Jackie hesitated.

Because he liked you.

Because this had stopped feeling fake.

Because every day he spent with you made it harder to remember why they'd started doing this in the first place.

Because inviting you to dinner felt like crossing a line he wasn't ready to cross.

But he couldn't tell Joseph any of that.

So instead he swallowed hard and looked away.

"It's too much."

Joseph laughed dryly. "Too much my ass."

"Joseph-"

"Invite her."

Jackie opened his mouth again, but Joseph raised a hand dismissively. He let out a frustrated breath before standing from the chair and without another word, he turned and walked out.

A few minutes later, he was pacing the floor of his bedroom.

He'd already called twice but hung up both times before the first ring could sound.

It wasn't that he didn't want you there.

Hell, that was the problem.

He wanted you there too much.

Since the kiss, the two of you had spent almost every day together.

Record stores.

Skating rinks.

Beaches.

The Studio.

Late night drives through Los Angeles.

Any excuse either of you could find.

But that was different, going out with you in public was simple. Dinner with his family felt personal. Jackie was afraid getting this personal with you would feel more real to him and complicate things even more.

He scrubbed a hand down his face, grabbing the phone, he dialed your number again.

This time, he let it ring.

"Hello?"

The moment he heard your voice, his chest tightened.

"Hey."

"You okay?" you asked, confusion lacing your voice.

Jackie closed his eyes briefly.

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Are you busy Sunday?"

There was a pause.

"Maybe."

He could practically hear the smile in your voice.

"Maybe?"

"Depends, who's asking?"

Jackie laughed despite himself.

"C'mon, baby. You know who's asking."

A soft laugh drifted through the receiver, the sound immediately made his stomach flip.

"My family's having dinner," he said. "I was wondering if you'd come."

"Oh," your voice softened.

You'd met the Jacksons plenty of times before. Studio sessions, award shows, industry parties, but But dinner was different.

"Are you sure?" you asked. "I don't wanna intrude."

"You won't." he answered quickly. "I promise,"

Silence filled the line for a moment.

"I want you there."

"Okay," you smiled. "I'll come."

A smile spread across Jackie's face.

Sunday came quicker than expected. The hot Los Angeles sun beat down against the windshield as your tires crunched over the gravel driveway leading up to Havenhurst.

The closer you got, the more nervous you became.

You'd spent plenty of time around the Jackson family before. You'd met all of them countless times.

Still, this felt different.

Music drifted through the air from the backyard speakers as the massive house came into view.

Before you could even fully park, the front door swung open.

"Finally!"

Janet came running down the porch steps before wrapping her arms around you.

You laughed and hugged her back.

"Hey, Jan."

"Hi!" she grinned, immediately linking her arm through yours. "Everyone's out back."

She practically dragged you toward the backyard gate.

The moment you stepped through, your eyes wandered across the lawn.

Joseph and Katherine sat beneath a large patio umbrella, talking quietly amongst themselves.

Across the yard, Michael, Marlon, and Randy were in the middle of an water balloon fight with their nieces and nephews.

Children ran screaming and laughing through the grass while water balloons exploded around them.

A few feet away, Rebbie, La Toya, and Marlon's wife, Carol sat in lawn chairs watching them.

Your gaze shifted to Jackie.

He stood beside the grill with Tito and Jermaine.

Smoke flowed into the air as Tito worked the burgers while Jackie and Jermaine repeatedly waved their hands in front of their faces.

"Tito, you're killing them burgers," Jermaine coughed.

Tito rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, Maine. Somebody gonna eat 'em."

"Not if they're charcoal."

"They ain't charcoal."

"They black."

"They seasoned."

Jackie still hadn't noticed you, so you stepped closer, reaching out and lightly touching his forearm.

He turned instantly.

The moment he saw you, his entire expression softened.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, mama."

Before you could respond, he slipped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a quick hug.

"Drive okay?"

You smiled against his shoulder.

"Yeah. It wasn't bad."

When you pulled away, you gave Tito and Jermaine a small wave.

"Hey."

Both men greeted you warmly before immediately returning to their argument over the food.

You laughed softly.

The feeling of Jackie's hand settling against the small of your back made your stomach flutter.

"C'mon," he said. "I want you to meet somebody."

He guided you toward the center of the yard.

Near one of the large trees stood a young boy clutching several water balloons in his arms. Beside him was a little girl who looked a few years younger.

"Siggy. Brandi."

Jackie waved them over.

"Come here for a second."

The little girl approached first, Jackie crouched down beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"These are my kids. Siggy and Brandi."

You felt your smile grow.

Jackie turned to them, telling them your name.

Siggy shifted the water balloons into one arm before offering a small wave.

"Hi."

"Hi," you smiled.

After, he immediately spun around and sprinted back into the yard, running towards his other cousins.

Brandi stayed beside her father, her head tilted slightly as she studied you. Then she looked at Jackie.

"Dad, can I go back now?"

"Brandi."

"What?" she asked innocently.

"It's okay, J," you laughed.

"Bye," she waved, taking off after her brother.

Jackie groaned quietly as he stood again. The two of you watched the children run across the yard for a quiet moment.

A soft smile settled across your face.

"They're sweet."

You turned to him, but he kept his gaze on his children who were yelling and running around with big smiles on their faces.

You’d known Jackie for years. You’d heard stories about him from his brothers and different magazines, you’d even seen the playboy image first hand the more you’ve gotten to work with him.

But, you’d never seen this side of him.

And the more time you spent with him lately, the more often you caught glimpses of that side.

Truthfully, you liked this version of Jackie the most.

By the time dinner was finished and everyone had settled around the house, the sun had disappeared completely.

You'd stayed behind longer than you'd planned, helping clean up before finally gathering your things.

Now you stood in the front yard beside Jackie as he walked you to your car.

"Thanks for inviting me," you said, looking up at him.

A small smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you for coming."

You reached your car and turned toward him.

"Really, I had a good time."

"I'm glad," his voice was softer now. His eyes lingered on yours a little longer than usual. Long enough to make your stomach flutter.

Stepping forward, Jackie opened the driver's side door for you.

"See you soon?"

You smiled. "Mhm."

"Good."

You moved toward the car.

But, before you could overthink it, you turned back around, rising onto your tiptoes, you leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss against the corner of his mouth.

When you pulled away, a smile tugged at your lips.

"Goodnight, J."

"Drive safe, baby."

He closed the door once you were seated inside.

You waved once through the window before pulling away down the long driveway. In your rearview mirror, you could still see him standing there, hands tucked into his pockets, watching you until your care fully disappeared from his view.

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[adyjackson]

I’d be ho around young Jermaine

ME TOO. HE WAS SO FINE IN HIS PRIME.

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fabio is so embarrassing likeee he truly believes he’s mj 😭