#dare me

[gay-aunt-jackie]

Sapphic TV shows that were cancelled way too soon:

[aubreyplazawife]

24 sapphic tv shows that you should watch

part 2 🌈👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

Part 1 & Part 3

[elainiisms]

warrior nun cancelled. first kill cancelled. paper girls cancelled. one day at a time cancelled. the owl house cancelled. im not okay with this cancelled. legacies cancelled. everything sucks cancelled. the babysitters club cancelled. dare me cancelled. i know what you did last summer cancelled. teenage bounty hunters cancelled. the wilds cancelled.

the attitude held towards sapphic media is clear and honestly just appalling. im so sick of this treatment we deserve better than this.

[kalista-101]

・❥ DARE ME ⋆·˚ ༘ prologue

michael jackson x reader

this can be read alone, but will be part of a short series requested by @kazustqrzz 💕

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summary: on a late night walk with louie to clear his head, michael meets a girl who seems more excited about his llama than him. suddenly, he doesn’t feel so alone anymore.

word count: 2k~

a/n: I love louie so much😖. also we don’t mention how I have like five different works to finish and I started another one...

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~prologue~

Late night walks in neighbourhoods like mine were pleasant. Safe. However, I wasn't foolish enough to let my guard down entirely.

Still, the last thing I expected to see was a llama in the middle of the road. Staring at me.

But he seemed friendly enough and in need of some company, so I didn't move when the animal approached me, while I was sat on a brick wall watching the night sky.

“Hello, lovely. Where did you come from?” I coed and stroked his fluffy wool, despite thinking I wouldn't get a response.

Surprisingly, I was wrong.

“Louie!” A panicked voice called from a distance.

Of course.

I continued petting the animal, as he came rushing along the road - a ribbon of moonlight - and into view.

“Gosh, I'm sorry my llama just completely ran off.”

And because the mental image of Michael Jackson chasing a llama down the street was put in my mind, I began laughing without restraint. All the while, he reached for Louie's leash and scolded him with no real weight behind his words.

“It’s alright, I'm quite enjoying his company.” I said still finding humour in the situation.

That made Michael slowly smile, illuminated by the serene yellow hues of the lanterns along the street, like he was somehow more surprised than me.

“I haven't seen you around here before?” He said to continue the conversation.

“I’ve seen you before,” I gave a pointed smile and elaborated when he tilted his head - as if forgetting his immense fame for a moment. “It would be impossible not to. This neighbourhood certainly became more popular after you moved it.”

“Oh, right,” Michael rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure of what to say next.

I pointed my head to the low brick wall to invite him to sit beside me. He accepted and pushed himself up next to me, while holding onto Louie's leash in his lap.

His presence was a pleasant warmth against the slight chill in the night air.

“I’m sorry about the paparazzi. They're uncontrollable.” He said with genuine guilt, and I recognised how it was due to how he knew deeply just how invasive they were.

“It’s not your fault.” I let out a breath of amusement. “Besides, I'm not the one impacted by it. It’s just a difference I’ve noticed.”

He didn't respond immediately, and I didn't push further. Then, Louie moved his head just above my knees to ask for more attention, which I welcomed by scratching behind his ears.

“I’ve always loved animals.” I said to change the topic.

“Yeah?” He looked up at me and smiled softly again.

I nodded. “Ever since I was young. Sometimes I feel like they understand more than humans do.”

“How so?”

“We use words to express how we're feeling, but animals don't understand that way,” I began, and the llama let out a gentle hum. “They understand purely through connecting through emotions. And that feels a lot more accurate at times when words aren’t enough to convey how we feel.”

He thought for a moment, allowing everything I said to be fully processed. “I feel exactly the same way. But...” he trailed off hesitantly, perhaps remembering that I was a stranger.

“But..?”

“It’s also how animals don’t care about the same things as we do. Louie doesn't care about tabloids, the press, or if I'm famous. He just... sees me for me.”

As if sensing the sudden appreciation, Louie left me to go to Michael’s side. Traitor.

Since seeing him everywhere in the media and around the neighbourhood, I finally felt I understood Michael a little.

“I’m sorry, you don’t want to hear about all that.” He apologised, mistaking my silence as judgment. A pang of sympathy struck through me.

“Who said that I don’t want to hear?”

“I know how ridiculous it sounds, and how I should just be grateful for everything.”

“No, it’s just... not everyone will care that you're Michael Jackson.” I said without a trace of mockery, just reassurance. And thats what it was for someone as well known as him.

“Yesterday I would’ve found that hard to believe, but you seemed more excited about meeting Louie than me.” He laughed lightly.

“Well, I do like your music a lot, but we’re all just people who deserve to be treated the same way.”

The way he looked at me after, with his deep brown eyes reflecting the moonlight, told me that what I said struck something within him.

I also realised how his eyes were even more striking in person. So much lingering beneath the surface.

We let a comfortable silence cast over us, while watching fireflies loop around the stars glittering above.

“Thank you.” He said quietly.

I looked over and scoffed in humour. “Whatever for?”

He breathed out, as if letting go of the stress that had built up throughout the week, and said: “for treating me normally.”

“That shouldn’t be a privilege.”

Michael didn’t respond, not out of discomfort, but because he didn't want to focus on the negative anymore. Instead, I could tell this was a moment of calm for him, and I was more than happy to provide that.

Louie abruptly cut through the quiet with a squeal, causing both of us to laugh once more.

Then, his gaze lingered over the plants below us - fragrant strawberry bushes and thyme - before a thought caused him to furrow his brows. “You never told me your name?”

“You never asked.” I gave him a look of pretend offence.

He raised his brows, awaiting an answer, and I conceded.

“Y/n.”

He repeated my name, as if practicing the way it sounded on his tongue, and I couldn’t help but think how lovely it sounded.

“I’m Michael.” He grinned and I laughed again. “Hey! This is a normal interaction, remember?”

He held his hand out for me, and I playfully rolled my eyes, before deciding to humour him and shake his hand.

There was a spark instantly from the moment we first touched. The feeling was almost electric, and brimming with something positive and potent: possibility.

Judging by way he retracted, he felt it too.

・❥ ⋆·˚ ༘

“I’ve always wanted to be famous, you know?” I said the next night, when we found ourselves in the exact same situation.

When Michael had first seen me, I swear he almost melted into his smile from sheer relief - as if I’d just disappear from the neighbourhood I lived in.

“Seriously?” He seemed genuinely taken aback.

I hummed in affirmation. “Since I was a child and started dancing. I remember I used to watch West Side Story on repeat, just practicing the moves. Or even when my parents took me to the ballet. I thought the experience was just magical."

“You dance.” He said in a way that sounded like he was putting the pieces together. “That makes so much sense.”

“How so?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Well, it’s like what you said yesterday about animals and how they understand without using words,” he motioned towards Louie, resting his wooly head in my lap. “Dancing is similar in a way: conveying emotions in a deeper sense, a way which words alone could never achieve.”

In that moment, I realised he didn't just listen to me, but truly understood.

That sent a strange yet comforting feeling rippling through me.

“Is that how you feel too? About dance and music?”

He thought for a moment, before speaking again. “In a way. I’ve never really thought about it, but I just think - like you said - there’s a sense of magic in it.”

I smiled because there was something so pure, so beautiful in that. Like I could actually see his passion for his work.

Maybe it was just like-minded creative people coming together. But - despite only having met him the previous night - It felt like we knew each other on a deeper level.

“I love what I do - I really do - but I have to warn you, there’s definitely a lack of stability at times.”

“I’ve always been spontaneous.”

He hesitated, and I knew he wanted to say it was heavier than I realised.

“Besides, that why you create stability - a frequent reoccurrence just to ground yourself at times,” I continued, but more so as advice than proving I could handle it.

“What's yours?”

“I like to sit outside at night to watch the stars.”

Michael’s eyes widened in embarrassment. “I’ve ruined that stability for you.”

That made me let out a breath of amusement. “I can watch the stars anywhere. If I wanted to be alone - I would’ve left.”

“And yet you're here,” his face dusted crimson, slightly flustered as I nodded.

“And I’ll be here tomorrow,” I assured. “Maybe this can be a new routine - having someone to watch the stars with me."

"...I'd like that."

・❥ ⋆·˚ ༘

And it did become a routine for us.

Over time, we became much closer. Michael introduced me to his other pets, much to my delight as I loved all of them. He came over to my house frequently, especially when struggling to come up with new ideas for songs. I spent many afternoons at Hayvenhurst, and met all his siblings. We all got along well (including Jermaine) because of our shared humour and I was pretty sure that they saw the impact a genuine friend had on Michael.

And that’s what it was: genuine friendship.

At some point after seeing me perform for the first time, Micheal had offered to help boost my career as a dancer, but I emphatically declined as a firm believer in meritocracy and not cronyism. 

He shared my opinion, but still felt my talent deserved more attention. But that only motivated me more to work harder - another common factor for us; both being passionate and ambitious individuals.

However, focusing on work meant we were busier and often had less time for trivial things - such as watching stars together.

Maybe that was more impactful to our friendship than we realised at the time.

The last I heard from Michael was before he left for his world tour.

He offered for me to join, but I’d just received a rare opportunity for my career and had to decline.

I remember how he said: “I guess we have to go our separate ways from here” and it was filled with so much bittersweetness. So many unspoken words.

“It doesn’t have to be permanent. And we can still watch the stars. Just... with more distance between us now.”

“Yeah,”

He responded, but we both had the sinking feeling that things would never be the same again.

・❥ ⋆·˚ ༘

A few years later, I would continue my habit of watching the night sky, unaware that he did the same - wondering if I still remembered all the words that were never shared between us, but felt through connection.

Our careers were both exactly where we’d always dreamed. It didn’t matter that we didn’t talk anymore, I was still immensely proud of both of us.

I didn’t know that he felt the same way whenever he saw my interviews, my performances, or simply just thought of me.

That’s why it came as much of a surprise to me when he asked me to star in his upcoming music video…

next part. (coming soon)

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[bellamysgriffin]

ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE - Sexy Scenes [1/5]

[forbescaroline]

ships in every season beth cassidy and addy hanlon - dare me season 1

[glowingforestclan]

show cancellations are one of the worst things ever. you don’t get to see how the story ends. how a character’s journey ends. how the relationships of certain characters evolve. you watch a story get brought to life by cast and crew. you fall in love with it. and suddenly it’s taken away? you don’t get to see it anymore? you don’t get to know more? actors never get to play those characters anymore. sickening!