defending michael on internet isn’t enough, i need a gun.
fuck netflix and fuck all of you guys who are abandoning mike after this nasty documentary.
netflix isn’t innocent! after the biopic was released, everyone now wants to have a piece of michael to profit, he’s INNOCENT, everyone already knows and coming back and talking about these accusations years later and making a documentary about it is ridiculous, disrespectful and disgusting! worse, releasing this doc in JUNE.
Michael didn't deserve and doesn't deserve to go through this, let him rest in peace, he's already suffered a lot here on earth. May God bless him and may the world be a better place.
The concept of secret!boyfriend Lo'ak 'trying' to sneak back out your bedroom window but he keeps latching onto your mouth like a magnet. Saliva coating each other's mouths and teeth clashing before you grudgingly shoo him away with static and swollen lips. Watching him jog away until he trips over your mom's garden gnome and falls face into the wet grass.
can someone tag me on ALL the mj x reader fanfics where diana ross gets her sh-t rocked? by reader or by whoever because i really REALLY need to see that mf get put in her place, as many times and in various places as anyone can think !!
Imagine just making Michael all bashful and flustered cuz you keep complimenting him and reminding him how pretty his is before you two go to bed.
Your head propped on his chest no longer paying attention to the book he was reading aloud for the both of you. So focused on his pretty lips and the way his lashes flutter you don’t even notice he’s stopped speaking until-
“You’re staring…”
You blink out of your thoughts and giggle at being caught, “well it’s hard not to.” You brought a hand up to tug softly at a single curl that fell in his face.
He let brow rise as he side eyed you with a little smile, “and why’s that?”
“You’re a work of art that’s why.” Rolling your eyes as if it were obvious. “The prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”
He bit his lip and gently nudged you, “girl stop…”
You sat up fully now. Moving your legs to straddle him as his hands naturally found your hips, “I’m serious! You’re as pretty as the day is long. A true beauty…” your eyes running over his face as heat crawled up his neck.
He burst out with nervous laughter. His warm hands leaving your hips to cover his face. Your hands grabbing his wrist and tugging. Now laughing with him as you snuck in kisses.
“Lemme see that doll face!”
“Wanna get me a glimpse of heaven!”
“Don’t be shy gorgeous!”
And many more phrases could be heard between laughter and screams of joy.
It all eventually died down with you two calming and staring into each other’s eyes. A comfortable and familiar silence filling the room.
A little tonowari blurb? For little old me? Awww thank you girly pop so sweet! Cant wait to see it i know it will be great!✨
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Human au!Tonowari x fem!reader
A/n: did I say blurb? I meant drabble!!!! I don't think there are any warnings other than spelling mistakes and improper grammar!
Tonowari was a man of large status–literally and figuratively–he was known to silence a room of full grown men with just a grunt. Have men gravel at his feet just to grasp a deal with his corporation.
Everyone knew he was not someone to argue with, to try and order around–unless you were his wife of course! Yes, even a man built like Tonowari couldn't deny the sweet smile and flutter of lashes.
Some rumored to see their boss, known to leave men cry mind you–stand outside a Victoria's Secret. Arms stacked with name brand bags. Personal tailored suit jacket draped over his pretty wife's shoulders while she thanked him for every yes with a pigment kiss to the jaw.
Those same rumors were confirmed when you find his wife sitting on top of his desk. Filing a pair of fresh nails to perfection while he rubbed circles on her thigh. Scheduling a dinner to one of her favorite (so his aswell) big fancy restaurants that take at least two months to get a reservation at.
But only a second for him cause remember, he's a man of large status!
ANOTHER ONE BUT WITH NETEYAM?! IN MORE OF A ONESHORT STYLE? Damm girly pop you got me all excited and happy! Loving what your doing such a good read!
You are posting a lot so remember to take breaks so you dont get burn out and lose interest in the stuff you do! You are doing soo good tho, i really cant wait to see more!…maybe even (navi or human) tonowari? Jk thats just my obsession of him talking totally understand if you wouldnt make him!✨
THANK YOU, I love that people are actually reading my stuff 🥹
But I will be taking a break from writing longer stuff but I can stuff post blurbs today! (I'll make a Tonowari blurb to fill your obsession even a little twin dw)
TW: some humor of sorts, fluff, kissing, petname (princess), reader gets stood up but doesn't gaf, OOC(?), spelling mistake/improper grammar, Friends with Benefits relationship but the line is blurred.
SUMMARY: No matter the number of dates you go on to try and find your match you always end up sticking with your simple relationship with Neteyam.
A/N: SHOUTOUT MY ANON FROM DAY 1 GOING 2 FOR 2 NOW ( Lovin you and this)
Bouncing your foot over the over while watching the ice in your pink lemonade swirl in circles in a window seat of a restaurant. You sighed for the 20th time that evening, growing tired of waiting for a 'a dream guy' stated by one your girl-friends known to match make. Glancing at your Mary Jane heels that shined under the restaurant lights with that new shoe polish they have the first week.
"I still haven't thanked him for these..." you grinned to yourself, ignoring the possibility of looking geeked by staff for starring at the ground with a daze smile. Instead you reminisced on the previous day you spent shopping with Neteyam, him swiping his own card because– and I quote– "you don't pay when your going out with me."
And sitting you on the edge of your bed to kneel in front of you and slip the heel on your foot. Hands light and slow like he was caring for something easily startled. You sighed again, but more in a dreamy way until the moment was interrupted when your phones buzzed.
[ 'teyam ♡ ]
Are you busy?
Wanted to hangout with you tonight
Only if your free though princess!
Starring at his message in bewilderment at the manifestation of simply thinking about Neteyam to getting contact from him on your date– your date...
Looking up from your phone you glanced outside the large pan of windows, no sign of the man you've been wasting a cute outfit and time on.
[My girl ♡]
Yes, I can hangout tonight 'Teyam
Can you meet me at [restaurant] it's getting too dark to walk alone...
[ 'teyam ♡ ]
Already half way there
We share locations princess, remember?
Checking the app, he stayed true to his word. The dot of his picture was getting closer to yours in seconds. Truly a gentleman.
Walking beside Neteyam in the inner sidewalk with your hands interlocked and swinging back and forth. "So, were you having a one girl night or smth?" He chuckled lightly, eyeing you with those familiar brown eyes, tongue flicked to moist his lips arguably one of his best features
"You know what I was doing there 'teyam... dating sucks!" You groaned with a throw of your head back "Yeah, it does... you should block your friend for trying to set you up with someone from Awa'atlu Uni' anyway." He suggested with a bit of a edge to his words like he was the one personally effected by the situation.
Elbowing his side you let out a breathy laugh before clicking your tongue, "that's my day one I can't do that to her." Then you were jolted back when he stopped walking, turning to face him your face must've painted your question – what's wrong? – so he took a sharp breath before meeting your eyes He had a obsession with keeping eye contact.
"I must have a higher title" "huh? A higher title for what Neteyam, Day one?" "Yes!" "Oh, your funny" you began walking again, pulling him along before he planted his feet, pulled you against his chest, and dug his fingers into your hips. Not to hurt but give you gravity of the situation. "Uh uh, I take that very seriously princess, you gotta tell me my place."
Switching between his unmoving eyes for a flicker of jest–or something, but he didn't waver. Keeping you close enough to feel the fabric of his flannel brush your exposed arms, to let the intoxicating scent of his woody and rain like cologne take over your senses under the orange street light.
Swallowing the saliva building on your tongue– "Neteyam... your place is being my standard." "What?" He quipped with his braids grazing your cheeks from him getting closer to hear you. You were going to pass out "you.. are what I compare the men I go on dates to."
Starring down at the Mary Jane heels and black slick loafers he wore–even your shoes were unaware soulmates.
You only looked up when you felt his body shaking against your body. Watching him laugh with his whole chest you opened your mouth to berate him when you answer his dumb question with a even dumber answer. But your lips were stolen; him smiling harder then usual when you kissed making you giggle into it. (Giggle shitters over here)
Only separating–if possible– when he placed his forehead against yours. Letting out one more breathy laugh, "I knew I was the standard. It just felt more real hearing you admit the situation between us."
"Your what I search for in other girls too, princess."
A/N: The day I learn to write a ending is a day we rejoice 💔 BUTTTT we got a Neteyam one-shot now! Kinda cornball-ish (Lo'ak is next)
— genre: angst, romance, celebrity drama, soulmates, hurt/comfort, pining, emotional infidelity, public love confession
— pairing: michael jackson x female reader
— contains: diana ross interference, mentions of mj’s previous traumas, jealousy, heartbreak, years of unresolved feelings, michael making the wrong choice, emotional manipulation, longing, public apology, tears, soulmates who can't let each other go, happy ending
SUMMARY: for years, you stood beside him while history, loyalty, and guilt pulled him away. you were the woman who understood him better than anyone. the woman he always came back to. just never the woman he chose. until one award show changed everything.
(A/N: okay LISTEN 😭😭😭 this story hurt my feelings while i was writing it because michael is literally his own worst enemy here. i wanted him to be frustrating in a way that's actually heartbreaking, because sometimes people don't lose the love of their life from lack of love. they lose them because they keep putting them second. also yes diana is PUBLIC ENEMY #1 in this fic i'm sorry (not sorry, i hate her guts) ✋ this is obviously fiction and heavily dramatized for the plot but i needed the yearning, the jealousy, the "choose me for once" energy. and michael's speech at the end??? yeah. that's the entire reason this story exists.)
people always talked about michael joseph jackson as if he belonged to the world, and that was precisely the problem because nobody ever stopped to ask whether the world deserved him or whether michael knew how to belong to himself.
you met him during a time when he was already fractured in ways most people couldn’t perceive. While everyone else saw the records, roaring crowds, and his diamond gloves with moonwalks along the seemingly impossible levels of fame, you witnessed the cracks beneath the surface.
you saw the man hiding beneath it all, the one who endured his father’s abuse and believed that love could only be earned through suffering because his mom always condoned his father’s abuse and mostly the one who couldn’t tell the difference between loyalty and sacrifice. that was exactly his tragedy. he would hand pieces of himself away until there was almost nothing left then apologize for not having more to give.
the first thing he ever said to you was strange, and of course it was. normal conversations never interested him.
he looked at you during a party neither of you wanted to attend and asked, “do you think people can miss somebody before they’ve met them?” you stared at him. “that’s a weird question.” he smiled. “that wasn’t an answer.”
you should’ve known then. you should’ve known you were doomed because nobody had ever looked lonely the way michael did. he was not even when surrounded by thousands, especially not then.
the relationship happened slowly. not because either of you lacked feelings, but because both of you understood exactly how complicated they were.
he wasn’t easy to love, and unfortunately that man was a disaster. beautiful, very gentle, brilliant, and funny. but emotionally? a complete catastrophe.
he loved with his entire soul and then panicked whenever somebody tried loving him back.
he’d call you at three in the morning because he couldn’t sleep then disappear for three days because the conversation meant too much. he wanted closeness, and maybe needed it. but intimacy terrified him so much to the point where you became the only person capable of navigating those contradictions.
you were the only person who understood that michael wasn’t difficult because he didn’t care, in fact, he was difficult because he cared too much. and for a while, everything worked out despite the struggles.
until diana came. the thing about diana wasn’t that michael loved her, of course he loved her. it was so obvious from the start. the point being was that diana existed inside his life like gravity.
everything bent toward her including him. maybe especially him.
it wasn’t romance of some sort, not was friendship. it also wasn’t mentorship. it was something that had rooted itself so deeply inside michael’s identity that he couldn’t separate where her influence ended and where he began and diana knew. that was the part that made your stomach twist.
some people possess power and never use it and others possess power and forget they have it. though, diana possessed power and exercised it effortlessly like breathing.
she’d enter a room and michael’s attention would shift before she even spoke not because she demanded it. he offered it freely like muscle memory.
the first time it hurt was small, it was almost insignificant.
it was at a charity event with you and michael laughing together. his hand resting against your lower back, his bambi eyes shining bright and happily.
then diana arrived and it was like somebody flipped a switch. his body physically turned toward her, focus followed, and energy followed. everything followed.
you watched yourself disappear in real time not because he stopped loving you, but because he forgot to choose you. there was a big difference and somehow that’s more pathetic because intentional cruelty can be confronted. unintentional neglect leaves you arguing with ghosts.
your friends had reassured you that, “you’re imagining things.” or that, “he didn’t mean it.” or that it was, “that’s just diana.”
you grew to hate those words. as if those words explained every wound. every disappointment, those multiple occasions that somehow became hers, and every moment michael abandoned before realizing he’d left.
you began noticing a few repeated moments, patterns nobody else wanted to acknowledge. diana would appear and michael would orbit. you would become invisible in a way you would never have imagined. again and again.
it wasn’t dramatic, maybe that would’ve been easier. it was death by a thousand shards of glass. it was those small and constant moments. moments that accumulated until one day you woke up exhausted.
you weren’t competing with another woman, you were competing with his story. and unsurprisingly, his story was winning.
the worst argument happened in private, and of course it was private. the worst heartbreaks always do. nobody remembers them except the people they destroy.
you’d been together at neverland and the sun was setting. everything should’ve felt beautiful, and instead it felt like standing on the edge of a cliff. because diana had called and michael was leaving again.
you don’t even remember what started the fight. only how it ended and the feeling of standing in the middle of neverland while the sun disappeared behind the hills, watching the man you loved more than anything look everywhere except at you.
it had probably started over something small. it kind of always did. a phone call with you, those damned canceled diners, and another promises postponed. another moment that somehow became about someone else. it was always her, it always came back to her somehow.
the argument had been building for years anyway and this was just the first time neither of you could stop it. “why is it always her?” the words left your mouth before you could soften them.
michael froze and his shoulders tensed along with his gaze dropping immediately and somehow that hurt more than if he’d yelled back because he already knew.
you saw it on his face that he knew exactly what you were talking about: he just didn’t know how to fix it.
“look at me.” only to be faced with silence, “michael.” still nothing. your chest tightened. “why is it always her?”
he swallowed and looked away. that absolutely told you everything.
you laughed, except it didn’t sound like laughter. it sounded wounded. “so much for words.” your eyes burned. “wow.”
“don’t do this right now, please-” he finally looked up, though you wished he hadn’t because there was guilt in his eyes. there was so much guilt, in fact, that guilt was worse than denial. guilt meant he knew.
you stared at him as his jaw clenched. “make me choose.” the world suddenly went quiet. you actually had to pause because for a second you couldn’t believe what you’d heard. then your expression shattered. “make you choose?” you repeated softly. pathetically soft. “that’s what you think this is?”
“you’re misunderstanding what this is.”
“then what did you mean?”
he opened his mouth then soon pursed it. nothing came out and suddenly you were exhausted. just tired, so unbelievably tired. “i’m not asking you to stop loving her.” your voice cracked. “do you understand that?”
he stared at you.
“i have never asked that.” another breath. “i have never once asked you to stop caring about her.”
“i know.”
“no, michael. i don’t think you do.” your eyes filled. “because if you understood me, we wouldn’t be standing here, and i wouldn’t have been so insecure with this whole thing we have going on.”
he looked devastated, and for once, you didn’t feel any guilt nor remorse. great. “everybody says she’s important to you.” you laughed bitterly. “every single one.” another step backward. “nobody ever asks what it’s like to be the person standing next to that.”
his face fell yet you kept going because this was years worth of heartbreak pouring out at once. “do you know what it’s like?” your voice shook. “to walk into a room and immediately wonder if i’m about to lose you again? and also to watch your attention disappear the second she walks through a door?”
“to spend entire nights pretending i’m okay because i know if i say something, i’ll be the bad guy?”
he looked sick but you didn’t stop. not anymore. not again.
“the worst part is that i know you love me.” his eyes widened. you laughed again with that same horrible sound. “because if you didn’t, this would’ve been easy.” a tear stripped down your cheek. “if you didn’t love me, i could leave. and if you didn’t love me, i could hate you. but you do love us.”
your voice broke. “you love me and somehow i’m still standing here begging for scraps.”
“you’re not—”
“stop.”
and he did stop immediately.
“don’t tell me what i’m feeling.” you wiped your face angrily. “i’ve spent years understanding you.” your chest hurt. “i just wish you’d spend five minutes understanding me.” the silence afterward felt uncomfortable. finally, you asked again. quieter this time. more broken in fact.
“why is it always her?”
michael looked down and his hands trembled.
then came his whisper, “because she was there before everyone else.” the words landed like a gunshot and for a second you just stared.
and you wished he could have added more context, but there wasn’t and somehow that was the answer.
the sound of a heart finally understanding its own death. “and what happens when somebody comes after?” his face crumpled. you stepped closer. “what happens when someone loves you after?”
your voice rose. “what happens when somebody stays?” another step. “what happens when somebody chooses you every single day?”
“what happens when somebody gives you every piece of themselves?” tears blurred your vision. “what happens then?”
he couldn’t answer because there wasn’t one. and that was the pathetic part of it all. there never had been.
“you know what breaks my heart?” you whispered. his eyes squeezed shut. “if she called right now…” your voice cracked. “…you’d leave with no thought behind for us.”
his silence was immediate and instinctive and you nodded slowly because there it was. there was your answer.
“see?” you laughed through tears. “we both know i’m right.”
“it’s not like that.”
“then tell me i’m wrong.” nothing. your heart shattered right there. “you always come back.”
he looked up desperate and hopeful because he thought that meant something.
you saw it happen and somehow that hurt too.“that’s what makes this so cruel.” his expression collapsed. “i know you’ll call tomorrow.” your voice softened. “i know you’ll apologize.” tears slid down your face. “i know you’ll cry.”
“i know you’ll mean every word.” you shook your head. “and somehow that doesn’t fix anything anymore.”
“please.” his voice was barely audible.
you almost broke right then because you loved him. if you didn’t love him, this would’ve been survivable.
“i feel stupid.” your voice trembled. “because every time you walk away, i tell myself it’ll be the last time.”
he stared at you completely shattered.
“and every time you come back…” you swallowed. “…i let you in again.” his eyes filled with tears and you hated that they did because now you wanted to comfort him even now.
even while your own heart was breaking, you were still worried about his. you were still choosing him. and he still wasn’t choosing you.
“i don’t think diana is the villain.” he blinked and was surprised. “i think the villain is the fact that you know exactly how much this hurts me…” your voice broke. “…and you still can’t stop.” he physically flinched. that’s great. let him drown in his own sorrows. let him feel one fraction of what you’d been carrying.
“you make me feel loved.” your words came out small and fragile. “and you make me feel abandoned.” his face crumpled with your words.
“i don’t know how both things can be true.”
you looked at him. the person you’d spent years loving and the person you’d have followed anywhere. “i would’ve followed you anywhere.” a sad smile appeared then gone just as quickly. “that’s the embarrassing part.”
his eyes closed. “you never even had to ask.”
then came the final wound. the one neither of you would ever forget. “i think if you had to choose between losing me…” his breathing stopped. “…and disappointing her…” tears blurred everything. “…you already made that choice years ago.”
the uncomfortable feeling afterward felt endless and for the first time since you’d known him, michael jackson had absolutely nothing to say.
his face fell. because for the first time he understood that you weren’t asking him to stop loving diana. you were asking whether there would ever be room for anyone else. whether your future was permanently trapped inside somebody else’s shadow.
and michael couldn’t answer because deep down? he didn’t know and that was what destroyed you. not the uncertainty, rather the realization that he genuinely didn’t know.
months passed, then maybe years. you left. not dramatically nor angrily. you were just tired of being the escape route for his complications with diana. you can survive heartbreak and you can mostly survive betrayal. what you can’t survive forever is being somebody’s almost.
he stopped calling as often, stopped showing up, and stopped reaching for your hand. the silence between you became something living and something you grew accustomed with.
people assumed you'd broken up, and the truth was worse. there had never been anything official to end. just two people destroying themselves over a love neither could let go of.
you kept working, and he kept performing. the world kept turning and neither of you moved on. everyone could see it. maybe especially him. because every woman he stood beside wasn't you.
every room he entered felt emptier than it should, every award became heavier, achievements tasted wrong. he had chosen comfort over courage and it haunted him.
and that’s what you’d become, almost the love of his life.
you were always an almost. the person he wanted. almost. the future he dreamed about. almost. everything important. except chosen.
michael tried moving forward and the world assumed he succeeded. the world was wrong because success never fixed what was missing. awards didn’t fix it, stadiums didn’t fix it, and applause didn’t fix it. nothing unfortunately did.
he kept collecting achievements and somehow feeling poorer because grief does something worse.
it doesn’t always arrive when you lose someone, sometimes it arrives years later when you realize exactly what you lost and exactly why.
michael eventually reached a conclusion that terrified him. the greatest love of his life hadn’t left because she stopped loving him. she left because he never gave her a reason to stay. that realization haunted him like a ghost because regret is heavier than heartbreak.
heartbreak says it ended, regret says it didn’t have to, which brings us to the award show.
by 1996, the regret had become unbearable. you knew it, and he knew it. the entire industry knew it. nobody talked about it though. until the grammy awards, maybe where the night everything exploded. you'd been asked to present one of the biggest awards of the evening. the album of the year, cameras adored you, and the audience adored you. yet somewhere in the front rows you noticed where michael sat with diana. of course. you saw them before the show started.
your heart dropped to the floor when his eyes found yours immediately and they stayed there for far too long.
another speech and another headline, instead they witnessed a confession.
the night history finally cracked open. the audience expected another michael jackson victory.
you stood on stage presenting the award. elegant, composed, and very much untouchable. those years had sharpened you and made you stronger and harder to reach.
michael saw it immediately and for the first time in his life, it frightened him because you no longer looked like somebody waiting. you looked like somebody capable of leaving forever.
the winner was announced. his name echoed through the auditorium, and it was your voice that announced his win. the applause began and people stood. those haunting flashes of hollywood cameras flashed but michael couldn’t hear any of it.
because all he could see and hear was you, standing there, holding and presenting the award. the woman he’d spent years loving and years losing.
he walked toward the stage, past celebrities, past cameras, and past diana. past the gravitational force that had dictated so much of his life.
later, newspapers would obsess over that detail. the way he never looked at her. not once.
because for the first time since you’d met him, michael wasn’t being pulled by old loyalties. he was making a choice and he reached you, accepted the award. then stopped.
the audience sensed it immediately that something was happening. something bigger than music ever was, than fame, more than entertainment.
michael turned toward the microphone. his hands shook and it was not from nerves. from truth.
“all my life,” he began softly, “people have told me who i belong to.” followed up with silence that swallowed the room. “my family.” another breath, “my fans.” and another, “the world.” his eyes found yours. “and for a long time, i believed them.”
you didn’t (couldn’t) move, and neither could anyone else.
“i spent years giving pieces of myself away because i thought that was what love was.” his voice cracked. “i thought all love meant was having an obligation.” the room remained seemingly still. “i thought loyalty meant abandoning myself.”
tears filled his soft eyes. “i thought being grateful meant never leaving rooms i had already outgrown.” you saw it right then. the exhaustion from so many events, the regret, and mostly the weight he’d carried for decades.
michael looked like a man setting down something enormous, and it was something he’d been dragging behind him his entire life. then, he looked directly at you, and in an instant, the entire world around both of you vanished. “she loved me when i had nothing to offer except myself.” his voice broke completely. “and i was so busy giving myself to everybody else…”
his breath hitched, and you couldn’t help but feel pitiful for him. “…that i forgot to give myself to her.”
the audience was crying now openly; because some truths are too human to resist and some regrets are universal.
michael stepped closer, and his eyes never left yours. “the biggest mistake of my life wasn’t trusting the wrong people.” another step came. “it wasn’t fame.” and another, “it wasn’t success.” he swallowed.
“it was making the woman i loved feel like she was standing second in a story where she should’ve been first.” and right there? you felt your heart shatter then heal. all at once. and then finally, he said the thing he’d been terrified of for years.
not because it was difficult, but because it was irreversible. “i love you.” the room inhaled as he spoke: “i have loved you for years.” his voice grew stronger and steadier.
“and if history remembers me for anything…” he reached for your hand. “…i hope it remembers that eventually i found the courage to choose you.”
the applause was deafening but it sounded distant because michael was crying, and so were you.
somewhere in the audience, diana ross sat and watched. she wasn’t angry or furious; she was simply witnessing something she had never anticipated. for perhaps the first time in Michael’s life, he was not following the path of familiarity; he was finally walking in his own heart, guided by his own instincts. and somehow that was far more shocking than any declaration of love.
because the real confession wasn’t that michael loved you, everybody already knew that. the confession was that after all these years he loved you more than he feared disappointing everyone else. and for michael? that was the bravest thing he had ever done.
nothing like a classic rivalry between two football teams to end off the anticipated homecoming week, with the red and gold cardinals going against the green and yellow hornets later that night.
“cheer for me when i throw a touchdown” michael joked loud enough for you to hear from the connected bathroom, laying against his pillows with his arms crossed behind his head, the comforter covering the lower half of his body. you rolled your eyes as you walked back into his room with your toothbrush in one hand, wiping your mouth with the other.
you let out a laugh, ignoring what you just heard. bending down to store your toothbrush and toothpaste into the side pocket of your bag. michael observed you wondering around his room in your matching black bra and underwear, snatching your duffle bag off the floor and placing it on the bed.
“at least give me a kiss when we beat you guys” michael smirked, scoffing as you shook your head, pulling your green and yellow cheerleading uniform out the duffle along with the needed accessories before tossing it on the end of michael’s bed.
“i think you’re forgetting you’re playing at our house tonight” you reminded him, “the hornets will win” you added, turning your attention to putting on your uniform.
“we’ll see about that” he replied, his bottom lip caught in between teeth as he continued to watch you get ready.
“you would look better in red & gold though”
࣪˖➹﹑ author’s note: hey… its been a long time since i posted something like i am soo sorry, this is my first drabble? so feedback is appreciated!! i have like three one shots in the drafts and its difficult to finish them for some reason :( im usually a one shots type of girl but i think i’m going to do drabbles as well to put more stuff out :)
SUMMARY: What mornings for a family trip with your boyfriend and his family are like during the summer.
TW: Ao'nung a freak lowkey 😮💨, fluff, suggestive, Pril running her things, sucky ending, for the sake of things this is a drabble, spelling mistakes, (I'm sorry if I didn't execute the request right 😞)
Request: Hellooo girly pop, its me your first anon! I LOVEDDD loving you! It was soo cute! Ao’nungs so quirky i guess? I cant think of the word! Lowkey kinda obsessed with this! I wanna know more about them headcannon or fic! For example how they are on family vacations! Im totally gonna see if i can find any other avatar on your page because you write sooo well!
(Thank you! I will write more Human Au fanfics for Neteyam, Lo'ak, and the girls 👀 also posting my Masterlist tonight!1!!1)
Snuggled into the bicep of your boyfriend you felt content with your morning, feeling a great week starting when wet pecks and curly hair grazed your face. "Mhm, goodmoring my love..." you whispered into the dark room of Aonung's– squinting against the sunlight peaking through his curtains being pulled impossibly close to his warm body.
"Shhh if we don't recognize it's morning nothing will happen." He mumbled into your hair, hands needing and squeezing at your waist, coaxing you back to bed. Then his door swinged open with little tuff of curls barely reaching the bed frame strutting inside.
Swinging the curtains wide open which caused Ao'nung to hiss in blinding, throwing a pillow over his face. "Mom said get up, bum!" Pril ordered like a sergeant, little fists propped on her hips. "Pril get out. We'll get up later-" "no! I want to hang out with (Name) before you hog her like a big baby!" She argued, stomping her foot like her decision was final.
This caused you to snort into your hand turning away from your boyfriend's offended gasp.
Pril opening her mouth the yell another command she was interrupted when a white pillow made contact with her face. Indulfing her whole head and falling on her bottom with the a muffled "oof." Smacking his bare chest with the back of your palm, "Ao'nung! You could've hurt her." Throwing the blanket off, you padded towards her.
"Pril, sweetheart are you ok?" You havored over her body before gasping when her arms wrapped around you legs, face buried in your stomach while she sniffled. "Ao'nung's being a big meanie... I just wanna spend time with my family..." she whined, tugging on your heart.
"Mcht you're being a baby, I didn't even throw it that hard-" the exact pillow smacked him in the mouth mid sentence. Plopping into his lap while he stared at his girlfriend propping his ten year old sister on her hip, "Karma taste like feathers yeah?" You tutted your chin up at him.
Glancing between the smug grins on both girls in his rooms he threw the blanket off his lap. Fixing his black basketball shorts before squaring up–" 'cause ya'll wanna one v' two in the a.m." this enticed high squeals from Pril and giggles from you.
But the rough-housing was cut short when the door swung open again, but by a mother of three— "Ao'nung stop sitting on your sister and get dress!" She huffed, becking Pril out of the messy room. "(Name), join Tsireya in having some breakfast. Your boyfriend can handle your luggage as well."
She ordered with a gentler tone like you were a daughter of her own (she's praying on it trust) with the wave of her hand. Knowing it was pointless to argue the case you were halfway out the door when a hand clasped your wrist– spinning you back around and stealing your lips.
Startled without much time to fill your lungs with air, you pushed at his chest. Whining into his mouth while he devoured those before a little body separated you two. "Stop getting your cooties on her like dad does mom, Nungie!" Pril huffed like you were her priced doll being handled by a caveman.
Clicking his tongue, Ao'nung ruffled the curls of Phil's head. "I'm going to get my cooties all over her later-" he started before getting swatted by his mom for being a pervert.
Sitting on the plane with Ao'nung's face buried in the crook of your neck, peppering wet kisses on your skin without a care for public decency. "Nung– get off–" you groaned, heating up at the thought of flight attendance scolding you. "Nah, i'm using every quiet second I got with you before we land." He pulled back enough to lick his lips "We just took flight!" You whispered-yelled
Heyy girly pop! Your mic up headcanon where soo good made me giggle! I need more. PLEASE! I NEED MORE HUMAN AO’NUNG! Long fic if you do those or another headcanon!!
Lovin' You
Header made by: Undeadbabez
Human!Ao'nung x fem!reader
A/n: MY FIRST ANON >_< and thank you, I really enjoyed writing that and hope this doesn't disappoint! (I have more fanfics in my drafts don't worry)
Tw: just straight fluff
SUMMARY: Headcanons of Ao'nung being in a committed relationship with you after being a playboy!
• Boyfriend!Ao'nung who doesn't believe in soft launching when it comes to posting you. None of that holding hand selfie or the food at your date stuff nah HE'S SHOWING YOU OFF.
• Boyfriend!Ao'nung whose basically a fan page with the way your face it overtaking all his socials (he'll deny that when you ask though)
• Boyfriend!Ao'nung who listens yes, but complains everytime. Could ask him to bring you a Gatorade and he'll leave the room complaining but come back to ask what flavor with a softer voice.
"Nung can you get-"
"Mcht can't even lay down- what flavor do you want baby? We only got blue or red." "Mcht- scratch that, c'mon we'll go buy whatever flavor you want-"
"I DID NOT ASK FOR ALLAT- "
• Boyfriend!Ao'nung who WILL have you wear his jersey number at every game plus he matches with your initials on his shooter sleeve.
"Gotta show 'em that the standard is high and set baby."
" Who tf is them Ao'nung???"
• Boyfriend!Ao'nung who has you automatically invited to every family trip he has– hell his parents assume your coming and are very confused when you say you can't sometimes especially when they can't give you excused absences.
"What do you mean she isn't coming? We can't just leave without her!"
"We'll reschedule so she can come along."
• Boyfriend!Ao'nung that has you basically live at his house. You have a house key, toothbrush for that house and your clothes live in his drawers. (Definitely not to make you smell like his cologne and detergent hahaha... 👀)
• Boyfriend!Ao'nung who's the biggest competitive play fighter ever. He literally takes you to the trampoline park just to do challenges with you.
"Ao'nung stop!- "
"I didn't mean to hit you that hard, wait!-"
You guys had to leave early because he got a big ass lump on his forehead (Definitely didn't beat him...)
• Boyfriend!Ao'nung who has to physically and mentally remind himself that your staying beside him. Like, ya'll could be laying in bed doing your own thing then he'll just kiss you on any body part he can reach and stare at you with the softest look every.
"Baby what was that for?"
"I- just... you've changed me. For the better obviously- but you did, I don't have to worry about getting attach to someone who doesn't want commitment– or argue with my mom about not taking relationships serious anymore, or be the reason my sister has to drop a friend... your really my girlfriend now..."
"Yes Ao'nung, I'm your girlfriend and i'll never let that change. Now get your mouth off my elbow!"
Human!Ao'nung x gn!reader (reader isn't present but mentioned twice)
A/n: these are harmless headcanons that make no sense, but I just wanted to share. Please don't take these to heart, I know these don't align with his character I just felt their isn't much humorous content of Avatar.
SUMMARY: Where your boyfriend, whose usually quiet and focused during practice unless it's to argue playfully with the Sully brothers gets mic'd up by student body (Tsireya and Kiri).
• Brent Faiyaz and The Weekend on repeat (evil man anthem)
• Vocal stims be straight bullshitting 😭
Ex:
"they call me big mama like a fat bitch" came to the exact realization like DDG did. Gets looked at sideways by Rotxo.
• Screams high af when one of the basketballs "accidentally" pops because of Lo'ak and Spider committing tomfoolery but swears against it.
• reacts with the rest of the boys when they ask who screamed like that but with a deeper voice.
"On foid ya'll still not hitting puberty? Couldn't be me."
• Every like second he's eating a lil treat. Like he could be listening to feedback then boom stuffing his mouth with a rice krispy treat. Pulled it out of NOWHERE
• Brags about his most recent date with you. How he planned it, you gushing over him, he's the one gushing going with his mom and sister to buy your favorite brand necklace.
• Brags about you in general. Like he's glazing you without you even present.
"(Name) just braided my hair last night, ain't I clean!" "I bought my (partner) that (interest) a week ago step yo game up."
• Cusses ALL his teammates out in his native language (Tonowari repeatedly smacks him upside the head)
• Ends his mic up with a evil ahh comment 😭
"For the plot I'm jumping Lo'ak and spider after practice. Tread lightly biracial boy."
Who was he feeling like????
A/n: I ain't never did headcanons before but I hope it got a giggle out of you!
