Off the Wall Era Michael Jackson x Male Best Friend to Lover Headcanons
Warnings: fluff, slight jealousy, friends to lovers, awkward crushes, soft physical affection (listen to Cannock Chase by Labi Siffre, and I Can't Help It by Michael Jackson(of course)
Off the Wall Era Mike - who would spends more than half his time at your house like he lives there. Your family already knows to expect him when he randomly shows up at the door asking if you’re home. Eventually your family stops calling him “your friend Michael” and just say “Mike” because he’s around THAT much.
Off the Wall Era Mike - who definitely gets clingier once his fame starts getting bigger. Interviews, rehearsals, touring (I love to tour) everybody constantly wanting something from him. The second he gets around you, he can finally relax again. Lying on your bed and talking for hours, bringing you into the studio with him because he "doesn't wanna be alone."
Off the Wall Era Mike - who would 100% realize he likes you through jealousy. Some random guy flirting with you at a Studio 54 and Michael suddenly sitting there quiet and annoyed for no reason. Then when you ask him what’s wrong, all he says is, “nothin’ while pouting, unable to enjoy his night.
Off the Wall Era Mike - who loves teaching you dance moves and gets very excited whenever you actually get them right. Grabbing your shoulders, shouting, "SEE? I told you you could do it, while shaking you around; meanwhile, both of you are laughing too hard to even keep dancing anymore.
Off the Wall Era Mike - who would absolutely have one of those accidental moments where the two of you are lying on the floor listening to music and he turns his head to look at you and realizes hes actually in love with you more than he thought he was noticing your lips, the way you smile at him, how close you are to each other, and he just malfunctions.
Off the Wall Era Mike - who gets REALLY touchy once he realizes the feelings are mutual. Arms around you all the time, pulling you against him when talking, his head on your shoulder when he’s tired. Everybody can tell something is happening between you before either of you actually say anything.
Off the Wall Era Mike - who kisses like he’s afraid you’re gonna disappear after. Really soft at first, kinda nervous, shaking hands, smiling into the kiss because he literally cannot believe this is actually happening.
Off the Wall Era Mike - who turns into the kind of guy that unknowingly invades your personal space. Sitting too close to you, stealing all your clothes, lying over your lap when you're in the studio, or taking your hand while you're speaking. At some point, everybody around you is like, "Are you done pretending you're only friends yet?"
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✨N With a Really Dense Reader!✨
* He is a sweet man. He loves Pokemon, nature, and now you. Something about you really draws him in. Maybe it’s the fact you don’t mind his strange traits or maybe even consider his ideals with an open heart and mind. And that makes him feel absolutely smitten by you. He usually is an expert on pokemon but relationships and social cues with other humans were much more difficult to understand. But he still decides to try, seeing you were worth trying for.
* However- he quickly sees the new problem that arises. How? Well he tries a shy yet subtle way of trying to court you. Taking you out on moonlit picnics or giving you meaningful gifts. Being genuine since it’s how he truly feels about you. Only to overhear you saying “Yeah N is so cool! He’s the best friend I could ever ask for!”
* Got that man questioning what the hell did he do wrong. He was SURE his stories about romance gave very point blank romance advice. Roses, beautiful areas to dine at, genuine compliments…ok yeah he shouldn’t rely on fiction either but he’s trying. So what is he doing wrong?
* He even goes to his pokemon team, getting their opinions too. And his team are pretty observant bunches. And they all sigh and had to break it down to him in their language: You meant well. But didn’t really know if his gestures were romantic or just genuinely nice since…well to be fair on your part, N is ALWAYS nice. Which makes N surprised. Could that really be the reason you didn’t understand or seem to notice? Did you think he was…just being nice? Courting people is harder than he expected.
* So what do they devise? Bolder attempts! And N isn’t really sure how to but he practically becomes a literal malewife: Cooking for you, supporting you in your hobbies or battles, helping you with chores or your Pokemon. And STILL you struggled to get why he was suddenly so dedicated. Like you can see he’s acting differently but you didn’t know why. And this guy is now worried he’s made you uncomfortable by being too “persistent”.
* You can practically hear his Pokemon facepalm their own faces. So…His Zoroark straight up shoved (gently) N right at you. You both collided and thankfully he caught you before you could fall to the ground. And for once, you look up at him, blushing at the proximity and well being held by someone as pretty as N. And for the first time in awhile, he had the brightest smile seeing you blush like that. The reality finally hit you like a brick- that man was holding you like you were the world to him.
* After a proper discussion and a thousand apologies on your end, he simply smiles and asks properly to date you.
* And of course, how could you say no to him now?
Mini story time:
N couldn’t help but chuckle softly seeing you rushed and flustered, apologizing when you FINALLY saw through his intentions. He wasn’t mad or upset, never at you. He felt frustrated at first but now, he feels like he’s won the lottery. He listens to your every word, letting you finish before gently taking your hand into his. Holding onto it like he was afraid of dropping something so precious.
“I…would like to apologize too, (Y/n). I haven’t been completely open with you myself. I…was afraid of making you uncomfortable with my advances. I must admit…relationships are much more complex than friendships with pokemon,” He chuckles though, feeling a bit embarrassed from his own ignorance but much more relaxed feeling your hand in his, “So…I’ll stop avoiding the true feelings I have for you. (Y/n)…I wish to date you. Romantically. I understand if you might not want that with me but I can ensure my feelings are true and I…would be very happy if you felt the same as well.”
You looked at him, finally seeing him like it was the first time ever. And he was pouring his heart out to you. You didn’t think he truly saw you as more than a friend. And this revelation was probably the best thing you’ve heard all day. He gets nervous when you take a hot minute to process everything before giving him a smile that made his heart racing.
“Um…yes??? Of course I’d date you! I know you said it’s ok but shit I am SO sorry for not noticing sooner! Sweet arceus everything makes SO much more sense now…and you did it all for me…” You can’t help but laugh, “I promise to repay it back ok? Hugs, kisses, whatever you want! And…maybe we should be more upfront about this stuff.”
He laughs before pulling you into a big hug, “I think I can agree to those terms…if it means having you in my life. As my lover. Or um…girlfriend. I’ll have to get used to the term.”
You both can’t help but laugh at the heartwarming moment
…..this will be a very funny story years later when you guys get married-
Giselle brainrot anon here, simple idea griselle and reader making a dried orange decor thing (I have been scraping the pith off of the skin for half an hour and I'm barely ¼ of the way through) anyway, their apartment filling with the aroma of the oranges as they dry in the oven, and just the domesticity of it all.
d;
(Pray for my wrists and hands, I also have a couple of bracelets I need to braid and flies to tie for Christmas presents)
Okay but this is such a cute and fluffy domestic idea - I feel like it’s one of the few times we’d get to see a relaxed and genuine smile from Griselle.
Consider also the idea of listening to some Christmas music in the background, occasionally poking fun at the lyrics, maybe you’re slightly humming along to it when Griselle gives a you gentle hip check.
The sewing part of making an orange garland would fly by so quick, even if Griselle isn’t too great with a needle (crocheting? No problem. Sewing? Whole other ball park.)
You’d definitely go overboard very easily, gotta make an orange garland for the truck, and oh maybe Grisham would like one too - or maybe even decorating the hotel with them?? Either way, the smell of oranges lingers in the kitchen for at least a week.
Appearance:
164 cm, pale, curvy/slightly overweight due to medical reasons. Brown wavy hair, dark brown eyes, beauty marks (including on lips). Wears glasses and comfy clothes or villain-core fits. Lip-biter, tired/annoyed resting face, often smiling. Tries wearing gloves to stop nail-biting.
Personality:
Comes off cold, sarcastic, charismatic when needed. Polite unless someone annoys you—then you become passive-aggressive or isolated to avoid being mean. Playful with friends, a natural teaser, petty and vengeful when crossed. Curses easily, brutally honest, a smooth-talker, debates everything, competitive with a big ego.
Logical, curious, short attention span, ambitious but procrastinating. Socially oblivious, moody, not a morning person. Loyal with good intentions but extremely private—trust issues, bottles feelings, isolates a lot. Mischievous, morbidly curious, loves chaos but not drama. Misunderstood and lonely but can handle it.
In relationships:
Chill, loyal, not jealous, not clingy. Gives advice, time, gifts. Slow to open up emotionally or physically. Loves cuddles once comfortable. Wants an honest, smart, patient partner (preferably taller), a bit protective is a plus. Spoils partners but isolates when overwhelmed. Doesn’t fall first or make the first move. Gift-giving is a big love language.
Extra:
Speaks Arabic, French, English. Only child.
I am not emotionally available
I admit, I enjoy toying with words and pushing people buttons. You better look out during cards games and stay vigilent...putting me near someone guillible will end with them being corrupted
I'm get cold very fast. And suffer with migraines
Thank you
Ok after a lot of consideration and ngl your perfect details, I just know this points to only one guy….
✨𝓗𝓤𝓢𝓚✨
* Literally a perfect match when it comes to matching energy. He’s a man who doesn’t back down and will tell it to you as it is, even humbling you if you go too far. It’s the kinda honesty that makes you snap back into reality but also really consider your options better instead of being too hasty. It’s his own way of caring.
* Get overwhelmed easily? Got problems? He will never dig into your business. But he’s a bartender. He’s always around to hear you out when you are ready. And he’ll give you his opinion. But it will always be your decision at the end of the day. He’s just glad to lend an ear out when you really need it.
* Yes he’s a grouch himself. But come on he’s still an overgrown cat with bonus wings. What more could you need? (Might allow a few scritches behind the ears. Rarely but he might even do more if you slip him a few good boozes)
* God he loves playing cards with you. He low key LOVES the challenge. He occasionally invites you, even as a partner to wipe out some competition if you’re up to it~
* He’s hesitant at relationships too. He can care a lot but he would need to trust you bit by bit over time before getting comfortable too. Once he does though? That man will be loyal and ready to have your back no matter what. You mean a lot to him, he’ll be damned if hell itself tried to take you away.
* He doesn’t mind the occasional distance in a relationship. Kinda prefers it as he’s not that co dependent either. But at least let him know too. Or he’ll worry a lot. He knows you have your problems or worries. But he’s there for you too now. You’ll never be a bother to him.
* Pretty on top of your stuff as much as you are. Forgot your gloves? He’ll pass them to you randomly. Migraines? Man he feels that. Want booze? No? More for him….but he still passes you headache pills to help you out. Will keep you away from your fear as well. Cover your eyes with his wings if he sees anything REMOTELY looking like a deep body of water. And when you look at him confused, he’ll act like his wing was acting up.
* Overall he’s a pretty great guy as it is but for you? Somehow even better. He’ll always lookout for you and appreciate you✨ and have a little fun teasing in between but he’ll never admit it-
Mini story time:
The hotel was closing up for the night but a bartender’s job never does. Cleaning up his glasses with that same old rag. Redemption might be a silly old dream but he won’t deny the interesting people he gets to meet in a place like this. Speaking of people like that…he sees her sitting at the bar once more. Trying her best to seem ok despite looking more tired than usual. He frowns. A stubborn woman. Then again, he’s the sucker who finds himself drawn right back to her.
“Can’t sleep?” He’d ask casually, trying to avoid making his worry obvious.
But she’s no fool. That damn grin appeared so quickly, “Why you asking? Suddenly growing a heart under all that fur?”
He’d roll his eyes but a small smile was there, “Ok smartass. I was gonna offer up a deal but if yah ain’t gonna play nice, I ain’t offering shit.”
She chuckles tiredly, “Yeah yeah here. I got your damn booze. What will this get me?”
“Ohohoho? I see someone is tryna spend big with all this booze tonight,” He jokes before pretending to think hard on this, “…I might just accept being a teddy bear tonight. But don’t go telling nobody or I ain’t ever doing this shit again. Understand?” For once she looked…genuinely surprised. But lord knows that the smile she gave him right after can even make that old cat melt away from the usual hardass self.
“….yeah. I’d appreciate that Husk. Thank you.”
Fuck the bar for tonight. Right now. He wanted nothing more than to cuddle this woman. Limbs tangled in the sheets as they hold each other in their arms. It made you forget all the world’s problems and just ground you to appreciate the moment you have now. Together. In the silent yet rare peaceful night of this hellhole. You both can finally just let go and be vulnerable even for a moment…
“….Take your time. Don’t gotta tell me everything now. But I’ll be here to listen, yah hear?
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꩜ Pelle would be so scared throughout your entire pregnancy that he's going to be a terrible dad and that he'll ruin everything. He'll need a lot of reassurance from you over the months you're waiting to meet your little girl.
꩜ I think that once you start to get through to him, he'd be so into helping get the nursery ready and would go out and find little bones to make a mobile out of and other little decor pieces. He'd love to be able to paint something special for her above the crib and would put a lot of thought into it.
꩜ Even if he finally gets comfortable with the idea of being a dad, the second he sees her, his initial reaction will be this resonating warmth spreading through his chest and just complete and utter awe. But, the doubt would trickle in slowly, and he'd be scared to hold her to the point where you have to just sit him down and hand her to him before he can overthink it.
꩜ The insecurity will always be there, and he'd be terrified of fucking things up, but bit by bit, he'll adapt and gain a little bit of confidence when it comes to caring for your little one.
꩜ She'd be mesmerized by the bone mobile, and I think that would reassure him a bit. Knowing that she likes something he made for her would feel good.
꩜ I think that she would be entirely obsessed with her father. He'd be so involved, reading her bedtime stories about woodland creatures in that soft voice of his while she's tucked in between the two of you in your bed, and taking her out on little walks in the woods.
꩜ He'd be so careful with her. Always holding her hand when they're outside, and endlessly patient with her constant line of questioning when she hits that age. He'll explain why trees are green, but sometimes not, a hundred times over just to see that little brow furrowed in thought.
꩜ Pelle would love colouring and drawing with her. I could see her only having black crayons and the two of them drawing these elaborate scribbles that somehow take shape under Pelle's skillful hand. They'd be everywhere. Plastered to the walls in her bedroom, hung proudly on the refrigerator with little magnets, everywhere.
꩜ He'd love her so much, but I think that the two of you would agree to stop at one. She's adorable and incredibly loved, but at times, it can be overwhelming and overstimulating. He wouldn't trade her for anything, though. Once you come along, and then you're little bundle of joy, Pelle can't fathom a life without either of you in it, and the two of you are his reason to keep going. To wake up every morning and get himself out of bed, even when he doesn't want to.
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Same anon as Dead anon!! (I'll eventually tag my asks bc istg I keep asking for so much from you LOL), but erm, NSFW headcanons or just general headcanons would be cool for now :p Again, keep up the stunning writing!!
Dating Pelle Headcanons
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A/N: I swear these were going to be general headcanons, but for some reason, they turned into really fluffy dating headcanons, which is weird since I usually lean towards angsty. These came the easiest out of the categories I made for myself, so here they are :) PS. Keep asking, I live for this shit lol. I'm working on some more Pelle stuff for you.
Summary: Fluffy Dating Headcanons for Pelle
First and foremost, he is Pelle to you, never ‘Dead’. You refuse to call him by his stage name. You spend a lot of your time worrying about him, and to call him something like that felt like a jinx.
I don’t think he would be into PDA at all. Honestly, I don’t think he’d be all that into making out either, the most intimate action, to him, that made him feel like you were truly connected, would be resting your foreheads against one another and staring into eachother's eyes.
Even when you’re alone, he’s softspoken in a way that makes you focus on nothing but him. Sometimes you think he does it on purpose, just so he’ll have your full attention. He seems to speak the quietest when you’re busy or he’s bored. Whether or not he knows that he’s smirking softly when you sigh dramatically and drop everything to go stand as close to him as possible, you’ll never know.
The two of you would spend a lot of time outside. I imagine that it’s where he feels the most comfortable. He’d live out there if you let him, rain or shine, in the dirt like he belonged there. You'd have to beg him to wear a jacket or even shoes in the colder months.
Pelle loves to draw. It’s one of his favorite things to do. I’d like to think that he’d draw you often, either from memory while you’re apart or peering over the top of a sketchpad while the two of you lounge in the grass.
He’d probably never willingly show you anything he drew, but because he cared so little about keeping his space clean, there’d be loose sheets of paper all over his room, and you’d eventually catch a glimpse, maybe even steal a few of his portraits of you.
I feel like he’s the type of person who actually knows where all his stuff is, in some kind of organized chaos way, and he’d know almost immediately if anything was missing.
He isn’t a confrontational person by any means and would just side eye you until you ask him what’s wrong.
“Did you touch my stuff?” he would say, squinting at you suspiciously, his voice quiet as ever.
“What stuff?” you’d be biting back a smile “in here?”
“You did!” his cheeks would immediately warm. “You took them, my drawings.”
“I didn’t think you’d notice,” you’d admit teasingly, pulling them out of your back pocket to hand them back to him.
“Of course I noticed,” he’d grumble, gingerly taking them from your hands, smoothing them out carefully while his cheeks got increasingly red, “You took my favorite.”
I feel like he’s a hand-holder more than anything. The two of you are lying in bed? He’s holding your hand. He’d much prefer it to the overwhelming feeling of full-on cuddling. Walking through the forest? Pinkies are laced together so neither one of you 'wanders off'.
Would 100% let you braid his hair. He’d grumble about it ‘not looking very evil’, and probably only let you do it when you were alone, but you’d be able to tell that he liked it. He’d probably have his head in your lap while you did it, stealing fleeting glances at you in between the little muttering sounds he made.
I want the AWAU to get a nurse cat. A fat, lazy, spoiled marshmallow of a cat who hangs out in Triss's sick room and sleeps on the beds all day. Everyone who comes in - the witchers most ESPECIALLY included - are subjected to loud, rumbly purrs and forceful headbutts until they give in and cuddle Nurse Cat.
Who then crawls on their chest or lap and falls asleep. And if anyone tries to move, or make Nurse Cat move, he wakes up and makes very POINTY biscuits on their privates (sometimes while yowling) until they lie back down.
Even Ivar is not immune to this.
Slowly, word spreads throughout the keep: if you go visit Triss, you get to pet a cat! He's soft and warm and friendly! His purrs are very comforting!
...you just need to stay there for several hours. OR ELSE.
(Triss shamelessly bribes Nurse Cat every time he tricks one of her patients into RESTING long enough to heal. It's a big part of why he's so cuddly and fat.)
