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current hyperfixation: MICHAEL JACKSON!!

special interest: ANIMALS‼️ and zoo/aquarium history

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welcome to my blog! here's a little bit about me:

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my pronouns are they/he

i'm very queer

i'm a spoonie (chronically ill)

im really into star wars, marvel, dc, our flag means death, good omens, anything pedro pascal, doctor who, iwtv

side note✨ it's always a pleasure to have new mutuals!! i love meeting and interacting with others in the fandoms i enjoy! <33

DNI if you're:

racist

homophobic

classist

transphobic

aphobic

ableist

a terf

pro-life

or you refuse to grow into a better person

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(i haven't written fanfics in over a year 🧍😭 these are old, but maybe i'll start again 💅)

Masterlist of My Works

Latest Headcanons (over at my sideblog @kingo-themoviestar):

Spider-Man LGBTQIA+ Headcanons

Coming Out to Tobey!Peter and Andrew!Peter as trans headcanons

Being Besties With Kingo From Eternals

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#masterpost #masterlist #important links

cupidslyrics

his embarrassed smile is so cute i can’t 😣.

mjsbambieyes

I wish he knew how beautiful he was

i should know by now that not taking my medicine properly will make me go insane bros im freaking out at the college i need michael jackson to save me

#michael jackson #mjj #mjj fan #schizophrenia #schizoaffective #schizospec #schizoposting

spogog

I can’t be the only one who loves this hair era

more people need to appreciate the Afro liikkkeee

cherrishkissed

HE LITERALLY LOOKS SO CUTE 🥹🩷

humannatures

OKAYYY, may i req blurbs abt popstar! reader getting jealous of the ex wife of manager!michael 😩😩 GIMME SOMEEE

to say you hated her would be an understatement. "she looks more interested in you than the kids," you mutter under your breath from michael's passenger seat. it was a rare occasion, you coming along to his little co-parenting sessions. him and his ex-wife (who you stubbornly refer to only as his ex-wife) both concluded sometime recently that it would be good for the kids to see them still parenting together amiably. it was a cute thought, you supposed. okay, it was probably good for the kids, you could admit that much to yourself. it just rubbed you the wrong way, watching michael laugh at a sly joke she made or her smiling as he played pretend with paris.

"i think she was just surprised i decided to drive for once," he says, still grinning. a successful family outing was like a high for michael. your sour mood is barely noticed as he watches his ex-wife pull off with the kids. "i don't usually drive," he adds.

"i know that," you snap softly, arms crossing. your eyes also linger on the shape of her suv as it carefully drives away. at least she was a safe driver. you're stuck, jealous and half-scared for your life (you'd have to convince michael to take some more lessons someday).

michael hums softly before starting the car. he glances over at you as he reverses, "we should do something, just us."

"watch the road behind you," you tell him.

"i mean it," he continues, eyes darting up to the rearview mirror for a second before he settles back on you, "there's no one there, baby, relax. anyways, i mean it. something... you know."

"i don't know, michael," you reply stubbornly, "but i do know that you need to stop looking at me and look at the road."

"okay, okay," he murmurs, raising one hand off the steering wheel in surrender before he forces himself to focus on driving.

of course, it's when you're upset that you realize how cute it is that he's so distracted by you. the car ride is silent aside from the radio, the current channel filling the car with a smooth love song. michael's itching to look at you as it plays, and you know it. you can feel his eagerness like a rash against your own skin. you're being unfair towards him, holding a grudge like this. it feels unfair towards you, though, that he's in such a good mood that he hasn't noticed you frowning.

finally, you take a deep breath in. fuck it. "so," you start, "you're close with her, now."

"hm?"

"you two seemed closer than last time. much more than amiable, really."

michael sucks his teeth off rip, eyes jumping to your face before he can help himself, "not this. not today, baby."

"why not?" you ask, "i just think she's getting the wrong message from this. it's for the kids, not for her."

"she knows that."

you roll your eyes, sinking further into your seat. "does she?"

"yes," he answers firmly, forcing his gaze along the road, "she does." you watch with a sick satisfaction as michael's hands grip the steering wheel a little tighter, his veins becoming more prominent.

you allow a short pause before going, "...does she really, though?"

"i bring up how much i love you every five seconds, so yes, i'm sure she does," he huffs, "and if she doesn't, i'll handle that. you've just got to trust me. if you trusted me enough to drive, i'm sure you can trust me with this."

"i trust you," you counter, "i just don't trust her. michael, she's..." you trail sighing. the bratty part of you dissipates, leaving the insecure romantic to pick up the pieces. "she still wears your ring," you mumble.

"that's her right. i took mine off, though. i'm not hers," he replies, letting his voice soften. "i'm with a completely different woman now. i love you, and you know that. and it... it pains me that i can't look at you to say this, because it's easy to see in my eyes, but i do love you, very much. very, very much."

it's music to your ears and knives to your heart at the same time. music, because you're sure you're loved again; knives because... well, you've taken a great day for michael and filled it with your own doubt. you let the back of your head rest against the headrest for a moment, though when michael hits a pothole ("sorry, baby!") you quickly decide to lift your head back up. there goes your "pensively looking out the window" moment...

"do you... do you still want to do something special?" you eventually ask, turning your head to look over at him.

his grip on the wheel loosens ever so slightly as he nods his head. discontent still paints his face, although it lessens when he murmurs, "i do."

"how about we go home... we can watch any movie you like and after, i'll make dinner," you suggest. "you've been such a good daddy today, baby. and such a good man... how about you just let me take care of you, for the rest of the night?"

he hums, pulling up to a red light and stopping, "i'd like that a lot, sweetheart." he takes the opportunity to look at you, his eyes shining with a fondness he can't help but show. michael's lips curl into a bashful smile at the thought of being doted on all night, though he turns to face the road (for once) before you can comment on it. "i'd love that, baby. thank you."

want more manager!michael?

i thought it would be best/funniest if the ex-wife remained unnamed. i think the closer they get the more domestic manager!michael & reader get... reader cooking meals while he takes care of the kids, michael cleaning up while reader takes the kids out for fun, them debating over which new carpet to buy after prince spilled absolute bullshit on the last one... even without the kids, just spending a lot of time around the home together and learning each other's home habits.

rometoney

Purple Mike

some records i found at the antique store! no michael jackson records :(

#michael jackson #mjj fan #mjjforever #mjj

humannatures

ngl all i can think ab rn is mature/invincible era mj dedicating majority of invincible to you. like for example, yrmw, 2000 watts, butterflies, break of dawn and the rest of the sensual songs he has on the album like ughhhhh imagine mature era mj writing songs and thinking about YOU the entire time while doing it

you knew michael loved you. that much was a given, considering everything he'd bought you since you first met, all the kisses he'd given you, how he admired you with the kids, and, of course, the toe-curling, tantalizing sex.

god, you could write poetry about the sex.

but seriously, you knew he loved you. his answers during this interview don't clue you in on something new; they just reaffirm something you'd already known, experienced, and appreciated.

"so, michael," the interviewer, a young brunette with glasses, starts, "could you tell us more about your thought process for this album? was there anything on your mind, any piece of inspiration, that stood out? that kept coming back to you?"

"yes." michael smiles immediately at the question, eager to reply. as he sits up, he glances over to his left, where you sit. poised, refined, his. "my wife. she served as the focal point for a lot of the songs."

the interviewer chuckles, "let me guess, '2000 watts'?"

"'2000 watts', 'butterflies', 'break of dawn'," he lists, nodding his head, "a lot of the songs, really. it's more her album than mine."

a smile dances along your lips as you playfully nudge him. "stop that, it's your album, michael."

"baby," he laughs, the sound filling the room around you both. the scene between you two is entirely domestic, a glimpse into your profound and intimate marriage. truly, your affections make the set feel less like set and more like a home. it almost feels as if this isn't an interview at all. almost.

"so it's dedicated to her, then?" the interviewer prompts, adjusting her glasses further up the bridge of her nose.

"yes," he says firmly, "yes, it's dedicated to my wife."

"well, she is certainly as beautiful as the songs on the album," the young woman replies, glancing over at you following the compliment. the studio audience breaks out in quiet applause and agreement, a sudden reminder that you're actually on tv.

you offer a smile back, keeping composure even as you feel your cheeks grow warm. to be loved so deeply in front of all these people... you gently reach down to hold michael's hand, fingers interlacing.

"beautiful and smart," michael corrects the woman, "the most perfect woman in the world..." he pauses, his expression growing sheepish before he adds, "and she's all mine. i just had to sing about it."

now, you're downright heated. literally, you can feel your face burning from the attention and love you're receiving. it takes everything in you not to look away or laugh off your own nerves. instead, you lightly squeeze his hand, a "thank you" and "quit it, you're flustering me!" all at once.

clearly moved, the interviewer claps softly at michael's answer. slowly, the audience joins in, soon drowning the studio in noise. "the perfect husband, ladies and gentleman," the woman finally says, gesturing at michael before moving her hand to gesture towards you, "and the perfect wife. america's— maybe even the world's— favorite marriage."

you and michael both share a light chuckle at that, your eyes meeting as you both soak in the admiration of the audience and the interviewer. he leans over, pecking your lips, his grin growing tenfold afterwards. "thank you, everyone," he says, returning his gaze to the brunette and everyone else clapping, "thank you."

"yes, thank you," you join in, waving towards the people seated around the studio's stage, "thank you all so much for your support."

"i'm sure the audience agrees with me when i say we all wish nothing but the best for you two," the interviewer concludes before clasping her hands together, "i think that's all time we had for this interview! thank you both so so much for coming onto the show, it was an honor to speak with you both."

once the broadcast had fully ended, you stood, brushing yourself off and turning towards your husband. he catches you by your waist, snaking an arm around your backside and leaning over to kiss your temple. as he guides you offstage, he hums. "'as beautiful as the songs on the album'... that was real nice of her to say, wasn't it? but it's not true, you know." purposefully, michael pauses there for dramatic effect, waiting until your eyebrows furrow in slight impatience before continuing on. "you're more beautiful than anything i could ever sing."

corny, really, but it gets a smile out of you anyways. "thank you, michael," you reply, shaking your head and trying to stifle your growing grin.

looking back i fear you might have wanted a studio session fic but my mind ventured elsewhere LOL... i hope u enjoyed anyways! loved writing this fluffy piece :) many men will claim to be wife guys but i know in my heart michael is an actual wife guy. he's just so proud to call you his wife!

humannatures

okay hiii! can I request/ask for older brother’s best friend!michael where the little sister is off limits but Michael still gets that forbidden fruit 🥺 with fluff ending too? ilyily 🫶🏻

(abbreviating that down to obbf, hope you don't mind). this concept but with off the wall era michael... are we seeing the vision? please say yes.

the first time obbf!michael ran into you, it was a mess. truly, he wished he met you in a less awkward manner. he just happened to need to use the bathroom right as you finished with your shower. he happened to open the door, thinking no one was inside, and you happened to be in there, wrapped in only a dark blue towel. everything uncovered was on display and still glistening: the curve of your shoulders, the subtle start of cleavage, your calves and your ankles all the way down to your feet (briefly, he wondered what inspired that color of toe polish). michael quickly stammered out an apology before closing the door and nearly sprinting back to your brother's room, suddenly content to hold it until he got home. even now, the color of the towel, a deep, rich blue, always reminds michael of you.

of course, he'd never go for his best friend's younger sister. even if you were only younger by a year or so. even if you were quite the cutie. obbf!michael would never! it's ironic, really. he's finally made a good friend, and now he's feeling the urge to ruin it by going for his friend's sister. he'd shake his head at himself if he weren't too busy avoiding you like the plague whenever you're nearby. ugh, your brother would kill michael if he knew what he was thinking!

as much as he tries to avoid you, obbf!michael never says no when you invite him to do literally anything. "can you help me set the table?" of course, he can, just give him a moment and he's there. "where are you guys going? can i come?" while your brother might roll his eyes, michael always chimes "the more the merrier!". oh, and don't forget his favorite, "how do you do those dances you do?"— suddenly, he's showing off in the middle of your living room, hallway, or wherever you happen to be.

it's not just in your house that he's like this, though. more often than not, your brother and obbf!michael will happen to have plans and you'll just tag along for fun. this is especially true whenever michael invites your brother (and by extension, you) over to his own extravagant home. it's huge, the pinnacle of luxury, and filled to the brim with games, exotic animals, and his own family. you bond with janet over being a younger sibling pretty easily, although you bond with la toya more. even though she's older, she's closer to your age than janet.

he can't help openly staring at your figure when you come out alongside la toya in a bikini. it was a brutally hot day, and obbf!michael thought it would be fun to invite you and your brother over to hang out in the pool with him and his family. truthfully, he'd thought about it, you in a bikini. but the thought is nothing compared to the real thing. "you're being obvious," marlon teases michael from across the pool, causing michael's cheeks to burn as he tears his gaze away from you.

obbf!michael doesn't seem to see that his crush on you is mutual. there's a reason you insist on tagging along with your brother rather than hanging out with your girl friends. it's the same reason why you wear that light perfume you know michael likes (you'd overheard him mention it to your brother once, how he likes a light scent on girls).

obbf!michael didn't think it would be so difficult, sitting through a family dinner with you tonight. you'd eaten over countless times before, but it'd never been so... it's not that the food is bad; mother's food is never bad, not to him. but... you keep nudging his leg with the toe of your shoe. whenever he glances over at you from across the table, your brother right next to you, you don't seem to notice. your foot drifts along the side of his calf, sliding upwards and dragging his left pant leg up with it. then you drop it like it's nothing, continuing to eat without issue.

after dinner, he offers to do the dishes. it was supposed to be a relaxing activity, but he starts to grow warm when he notices you approaching him. your brother seems to be busy talking to la toya (something he'll have to deal with later).

"hey, michael," you greet, lips already curled into a knowing smile.

he keeps his gaze on the plate in his hands, scrubbing a little more fervently. "hey."

"did you enjoy dinner?" you ask, tilting your head. as he finishes washing the plate, you gently take it from him, setting it on the other side of the sink to dry.

"dinner was good," he mumbles in reply, refusing to lift his head. the next dish is a porcelain bowl; michael takes to washing it with care while you speak.

"really? just good? you seemed distracted," you goad, "something on your mind?"

he huffs a little, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. using as much of his confidence as possible, he decides to confront the issue. "i don't know what i did for you to kick me all dinner, but i apologize, okay?"

you pause, faltering before continuing. "that wasn't kicking, michael. that was... you know, playful under the table stuff. like girls do in movies."

"maybe in the movies you watch," he counters, setting the bowl aside to dry, "i've never seen a girl do that before, not even in movies."

if only obbf!michael had realized that you were trying to flirt! well, he's known for his dancing and singing, not necessarily his smarts...

it takes a while, but eventually, you become obbf!michael's first kiss. it's new year's eve, and while all his brother's have their own girlfriends and your brother has la toya (michael had tried to stop it but la toya told him off for being overprotective), michael and you are both alone, painfully single. the clock ticks down from 11:56 to 11:57, and your eyes drift over to michael's as you sit next to him. it's 11:58 when michael slowly starts to lean in, one hand hesitantly resting along one of your thighs. it's 11:59 when your head tilts to accommodate him, a smile on your lips. by 12:00, the two of you had already been kissing for a few seconds.

it's not until 12:05 that you realize michael has no intentions of stopping his kisses, greedily going back in for seconds, thirds, and fourths while still being mindful of your need for air. and by morning? you're waking up in his bed, lips puffy, dressed in a pair of his pajamas.

i think this prompt is cute! tbh i left the ending suggestive but i dont think you two had sex... i think it's more likely he kissed on you and then you spent the night over at his place. either way, very cute, very fun.

prettyangeliczz

he’s so handsome and so beautiful and so handsome and so handsome and so handsome.

luvingkiku

ִֶָ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚ secret | michael jackson ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚

pairing: !m.jackson x !makeupartist reader

keeping your relationship with michael a secret was usually easy. during shows, everyone had too much to do to pay attention to who was looking at who. people were running around with headsets on, carrying set pieces, checking equipment, yelling countdowns from across the hallway, and you were just another makeup artist in the middle of the chaos.

right now, michael was sitting in front of the mirror while you fixed a spot near his cheek. he was supposed to be sitting still, but he wasn’t. every few seconds, his eyes would flick toward you in the reflection.

“if you move one more time, i’m leaving.”

his lips twitched.

“i didn’t move.”

you gave him a look.

michael immediately looked down at his lap like he was the most innocent person alive. across the room, the head stylist was searching for a missing glove while somebody else argued over michael’s jacket. nobody was paying attention to the two of you.

the second you stepped back to look over your work, michael quietly reached for your wrist. just for a second, and just enough for his thumb to brush against your hand before letting go.

a voice suddenly called his name from the hallway and said “five minutes!”

people grabbed last-minute supplies. security started moving into position. somebody handed michael a microphone.

you picked up your makeup kit and moved aside as everyone crowded around him. before leaving, michael glanced over his shoulder. he simply just looked at you, and you looked back

you found yourself standing near the side of the stage while the crowd screamed loud enough to shake the floor beneath your feet. michael ran out under the lights and the entire stadium lost its mind. it was beautiful to watch

you watched him perform for a while before feeling someone step beside you. it was one of the dancers. he looked between you and michael, who had somehow managed to glance toward the wings for the third time in ten minutes.

then he looked back at you.

“you know,” he said slowly, “for two people who are keeping a secret, you guys are terrible at it.”

hehehe i loved writing this

prettyangeliczz

🐆💋 — the guilt that comes with being around dbf!michael is beginning to eat you alive. two days have passed since his drunken call. he apologized a million times, saying it was inappropriate of him to put you in that position. so far, he’s been trying to fix his mistake. bringing you to different places to buy out the stores, but all it does is give you butterflies and bring the ache between your thighs again. you thought that maybe you could move past it, that if you force yourself to be around your boyfriend, these small feelings will go away again, right?

that is until michael brings you to his place after taking you out to an event with him. the attention is all on him of course, he kept his hand on your back or around your hand. squeezing it gently to make sure you’re okay, whenever you showed signs of becoming overwhelmed, he spoke to you in your ears cracking jokes to make you feel better. it worked like a charm, always, he knows how to distract your mind. a part of you hated how your body would feel from his keen gaze and hands that never seemed to leave your body. and the grip he had around your waist on accident when some random journalist came up to you to get your number, you felt as if your legs could give out right then and there until he tells the man you’re already dating someone.

at his place, michael had a private chef cook all your favorite meals, the two of you sat at the dining table and ate. you’ve ignored your phone most of the time you were with him, your boyfriend texting you to see how you’re doing. you were tired of this shame following you around like a thunder cloud, michael told you to text him back, stating how it’s rude to ignore someone. you felt even more ashamed at how turned on michael’s stern tone made you feel, but you listened.

sugarcookiemj

JUMPING FOR JOY

angelfcee

mature!michael headcannons

⊱ Mature!michael who puts you before anything. The second he gets a call saying you need or want something, he drops whatever he’s doing and comes straight to you. No hesitation, no excuses—you always come first.

⊱ Mature!michael who doesn’t play games in a relationship. No pettiness, no silent treatment, no going to bed angry, and definitely no playing hard to get. He knows what he wants, and he knows healthy relationships require effort, honesty, and communication.

⊱ Mature!michael who hates arguing over the phone or while you’re apart. If there’s a problem, he wants to talk about it face-to-face. He values communication and prefers getting straight to the point rather than letting issues drag on.

⊱ Mature!michael who believes in giving 100%. He doesn’t think all the responsibility should fall on the woman. He helps around the house, takes care of you when you’re sick, and makes sure you’re never carrying everything on your own.

⊱ Mature!michael who gives you his full attention whenever you’re together. He listens carefully when you talk, remembers the little details, and always pays attention to your needs. Especially in public, he’s constantly checking to make sure you’re comfortable and doing okay.

⊱ Mature!michael who gets a little possessive at times. He’s been in the industry long enough to know exactly how people can be. If you’re wearing a dress that turns heads, he notices every glance sent your way. Not because he’s insecure—he trusts you completely—but because he knows how others think. He’ll casually pull you a little closer, rest a hand on your waist, or lean down to whisper something that leaves you trying not to smile for the rest of the evening.

⊱ Mature!michael who spoils you endlessly. Anything you want, it’s yours. Every time you walk into a store, he’s already asking, “See anything you like?” with his arm wrapped around you. He rarely looks at the price tag; if it makes you happy, that’s enough for him.

⊱ Mature!michael who carries extra things for you without being asked. Your bag starts feeling heavy? Somehow it’s already over his shoulder. Your jacket is bothering you? He’s holding it. You don’t even realize he’s doing it half the time.

⊱ Mature!michael who always keeps a hand on you in public. A hand on your lower back while guiding you through crowds, his fingers intertwined with yours, or an arm draped around your shoulders. It’s never controlling—it just makes him feel better knowing you’re close.

⊱ Mature!michael who always reminds you to take care of yourself. “Did you eat today?” “Did you get enough sleep?” “Did you take your medicine?” It becomes a running joke because he asks so often, but secretly you love knowing someone cares that much.