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[romantacizingregret]

Get to know me

Hiii, my name is Alex, and my pronouns are she/her. I'm just here for fun, shit posting and to put my thoughts out there. My writing isn't very good, but I don't care. I'm 18 gonna be 19 in October. I haven't updated this since I made it, but if anyone is seeing this don't be afraid to talk to me!!

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I think I'm going to have certain tags depending on what I post, but I don't know so if you have a suggestion please let me know

[mitrevisan]

Hmm depression

[whimsihoe]

Jackie betta find something safe to do before I FUCK em

[undeadbabez]

Never Thought

Every era!Michael Jackson x mother figure!reader

︎DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction is about a real person in a fictional scenario. This is a purely creative work and is not meant to offend, or make anyone uncomfortable.

TW: FLUFF

A/N: I'm sorry if I didn't fill your request right and I feel like I spaced it weirdly 💔

Michael thought he would only see you once or twice knowing his brother's reputation. He never thought he'll see you at the family cookout or pool party helping in the kitchen. Stopping kids from running in and out with water dripping off them.

Michael never thought you were to be the first to hand him a plate packed with the food you and Jackie helped make possible. "Here ya go Mikey eat up." you spoke continuously with a patient and light tone that he first thought was for show.

Michael never thought you would be the one to yell at his brother's when they joked about his appearance. "Now you guys quit! You got no right to talk about his acne when you got stuff bigger then bubbles on ya back! Yeah, I saw 'em"

"C'mon girl you didn't have to tell the whole world!" Jermaine stormed off to his room.

"You okay Mikey?"

"Yea, thanks..."

Michael never thought you'll be the first to jump up from your spot on Jackie's chest when he asked to play a game. Or you'll chase him around the house during tag and tickle him with giggles in unison.

"You got me! You got me!"

"Gotta say uncle Mikey c'mon you can say it!"

"Unc—aight uncle!"

Michael never thought during a terrible thunderstorm that his feet would patter their way into the room that occupied Jackie and you. Or that he would tug on the sweatshirt you 'borrowed' from his brother, waking you up with a harsh tug from another violent thunder clap.

Spending the rest of night downstairs in the kitchen fixing up sundaes and falling asleep on the couch. No, he never thought of such things!

Michael never thought he'll see you in front of the pens that hold his animals in the middle of the night, pale bucket to Louie's mouth.

"What're you doing?!" He rushed over grabbing your wrist in panic as the bucket spilt over. Animal feed spilling at your feet. "Mikey! I'm sorry... I just thought since you've been busy with rehearsal and whatnot I could feed 'em..." you look guilty, like you crossed a unspoken line with him.

"I should be sorry. Grabbing you like that..."

"Its just nobody else tries to feed my animals"

"If your worried about me doing anything I wouldn't dare!"

"I know. Here's a new bucket... for spilling yours."

Michael never thought you'll take every chance to stand on the left wing of stage during his performances. Cheesing, cheering and clapping along to his voice that made him push himself—impossibly—more to hear your voice.

Stepping backstage where they were congratulating, Michael ignored it all. Watching you spread your arms wide he—still filled with adrenaline—rammed his body into yours "Mama did you hear me! That was—"

"Mama?"

"Michael did you just call my fiancée, Mama?"

"I think he did!"

"Can't blame him, she practically babied him to adulthood!" His brother's teased, poking at him as he hid his face in his hands. Face turning ablaze, "oh jeez..." he muttered with a shake in his voice from hitting notes

"Stop teasing! I'm fine by it Michael."

"Mikey..."

"Pardon?"

If I call you Mama... you gotta call me Mikey from now on."

"Awe here 'dey go again being all family!"

Taglist for this fic: @a-motherfcking-fish @agustdpeach @dhctonight

[hannahtalkz]

#bigdaddy

[blkkbratt]

I have a request!! Might be childish but it’s sooo cute i lowkey love this idea, got it from watching love island, but basically Jackie and reader get in a big ass argument and all of that and when it’s time to go to sleep, reader puts the pillow in between them and Jackie genuinely can’t take being away from her or having a barrier in between them and he keeps trying to talk to her

Spoiled!

Contains: Black reader, fluff, bratty! reader, established relationship

Summary: You’re a very petty person and Jackie know that, but you're still his baby.

“Whatever Jackie.” You stormed away, completely over the conversation. Did you know how dumb it was? Yes. Did you care? No.

Earlier that day, Jackie decided to tickle your sides, sending you into a laughing fit. The constant thrashing to get away from the playful torture ending up with you breaking one of your acrylic nails.

Jackie would expect you to be over it by now but he should've known better.

"Baby, come back." He sighed following you upstairs to y'all bedroom. He watched as you snatched your bonnet from the vanity and put it on your head.

"Mama, don't be like that." He groaned, rubbing his hand down his face. He knows how you get when you're irritated, he dealt with it plenty of times.

The bed creaked as you crawled in, burying yourself under the thick duvet covers. He crawled in next to you, attempting to wrap his arm around your waist.

You aggressively threw it off you before grabbing a pillow and placing it between you. You chopped it a few times, giving him a wicked gaze. Once you felt the pillow blocked him off, you turned back on your side.

"Ma." He called out, with a sigh. "Baby."

His attempts to draw your attention fell on deaf ears. Your eyes were closed, thinking of every cuss word in the book.

You really liked this nail set, and they were freshly done that same day. "Come cuddle me baby."

Silence.

"You gon' ignore me all night?"

Every time you thought you were being dramatic, you just remembered the one bare nail you were sporting right now.

"Baby, I'll pay for it to be done again first thing in the morning."

Your eyes flew open, perking up a bit. He said the exact words you wanted to hear. Once he saw your head slightly lift, intrigued by his offer, he carefully moved the pillow.

He scooted closer to you, engulfing you in his arms. "There she go, I'm sorry baby." Jackie said kissing your neck softly. You let out a sigh, feeling his warmness.

"I'm sorry too...I guess." You sighed lacing his fingers with yours. He shook his head with a laugh.

He truly spoiled you.

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[sinflowersugar]

I want the hot brother, the sexy sister, the other hot brother, and the fine ass nephew.

This is the kind of greed they wrote about in that Jesus fanfic.

[whimsihoe]

Jackie betta find something safe to do before I FUCK em

[depsidase]

[depsidase]

[lotuspetalss]

Anemia is a bitch ✿˖°.

[notonelover]

[unfrauded]

more! more! more!

“How do you feel about this one, angel eyes?” You ask, showing him another costume idea. Michael gazes at the vibrant sketches spread across your desk, each one filled with intricate designs that showcase your creativity. He leans back against your plush leather couch, his brow furrowed in concentration. His stance reflects deep contemplation—arms folded tightly across his chest, as if pondering the essence of what his iconic outfit should embody. He needed something special, something that would do the video some justice. 

“Well, I really like the jacket for sure, Tink. But I’m not so sure about the hat,” he replies thoughtfully, his eyes still scanning the designs. 

“Hm…You’re right; let’s lose the hat then!” you exclaim, a spark of inspiration hitting you. With that, you carefully set the drawing aside, placing it among the others. Creating costumes for Michael was more than “just making clothes”—it was expression, a way to share your passion with the light of your life. As you watch Michael flip through the many drawings on your desk, you can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. 

Michael pauses, finger hovering over a particular illustration that captured his attention. “Do you have this one?” He says, beckoning you over with a flick of his fingers. The drawing displays a slender figure clad in a striking studded crimson jacket. While he adjusts himself comfortably on your bed, you rummage through the endless catalogue, glancing out of the corner of your eye in search of that standout outfit.

And then, like a miracle emerging from the depths, you find it. 

“Got it!” You declare triumphantly, carefully pulling the ensemble out so he can admire it fully. 

“Do you like it?” You ask, holding it out for him to take. 

He glides his hand over the jacket, fascinated, tracing every detail down to the zippers. “I really do, mama. I like this one a lot,” he says, his voice filled with admiration. The pieces were finally starting to come together. “It’s perfect.” 

[depsidase]

[lunarheartbeatmj]

it’s strange to me that some people still insist on calling michael a pedophile despite the fact that he was acquitted of every criminal charge brought against him and no court found him guilty. whether people personally like him or not, it’s important to distinguish opinion from legal fact. what i find even more concerning is the inconsistency. some are still intensely focused on a man who has been dead for years, yet when credible allegations are made against certain white men, the same level of outrage or scrutiny is often nowhere to be found. if accountability is truly the goal, then that standard should be applied consistently and not selectively. it’s honestly weird how badly some of yall want him to actually be one ???!!!! disturbing even -_-

(i’m ready for all the hate and old bitchy men in my inbox and comments.)

[mooncriminal]

⤷ ゛ he’s just toooo cute :( !! ˎˊ˗

[appleheadjjacksonn]

@blablaunicornsblog

This beautiful soul was found not guilty on all 14 counts on June 13, 2005. That verdict hasn’t changed, no matter how many years pass or how many people try to rewrite history.

Michael Jackson spent his life giving to others through his music, humanitarian work, and generosity. He also spoke openly about the childhood he never had. From the age of five, he was working instead of experiencing the things most children take for granted: playing with friends, going to birthday parties, or simply being a kid.

Neverland wasn’t built because he wanted to harm children. He described it as a place where children even those who were sick or disadvantaged and their families could experience joy, and where he could reconnect with the childhood he felt had been taken from him.

You don’t have to be a fan, but spreading misinformation about someone who was acquitted in court helps no one. I’ll continue celebrating the artist, the humanitarian, and the person I believe in.

Thanks for attending my Ted talk now get off my blog👏🏾