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rules!
what i can write!
♫: fluff
♫: light suggestion
♫: very LIGHT angst
♫: oneshots/drabbles/headcanons
♫: mentions of j*e (unfortunately)
♫: mentions of insecurity, anxiety and other sad feelings
what i will not write!
♫: smut or nsfw of any kind
♫: non-consensual acts
♫: violence, gore, abuse of any kind, allegations
♫: any kind of religious corruption k**k bc that’s crazy weird to me
♫: extreme depression/ su*ci*e
(please note that these lists aren’t complete!)
and a few other things!
♫: please respect my boundaries concerning responding to requests! they are open too :)
♫: i do not support or condone the use of ai, if you do you will be blocked
♫: i also don’t use ai to write or draft any of my writings! these are alll authentic baby
♫: please be kind & respectful if you decide to comment under my posts!
♫: all my posts are written exclusively with a black (or woman of color) fem!reader in mind, i do not not write male!reader bc i am not a man 🤷🏾♀️
♫: please don’t steal or plagiarize my work as your own (or anyone else’s!)
♫: and for the love of all that is good and holy, PLEASE, don’t ask that i write about di**a r**s, she does not exist to me in these drabbles, AT ALL!!!!
(sorry guys ik i run a strict program around here 😔)
who i write about!
♫: michael jackson (all eras, but ofc more otw 🫶🏾)
♫: jaafar jackson (coming soon!)
♫: jackie jackson! (coming soon!)
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about me!
❝minnie❞ or you can call me ‘m’ ━ 9teen, she/her, black, infp, currently working for the siren.
🐪: off the wall era enthusiast, new ‘part-time’ writer, twa baddie, mj’s secret wife
some of my favorite things include:
🐍: arcane, blue eye samurai, jjk, studio ghibli, stranger things, marvel, ohshc, backrooms
🦌: brown + green
🦒: mint chocolate chip ice cream, culver’s bacon deluxe, mango strawberry lemonade, chicken tenders, root beer, strawberries, chicken fried rice+ orange chicken, blueberries, oranges
🐀: michael jackson (duh!), sade adu, teddy pendergrass, bruno mars, teena marie, stevie wonder, the five stairsteps, 54 ultra, laufey, marvin gaye, minnie ripperton, clairo, tyler the creator, faye webster, kali uchis, janet jackson, the marías, mitski, piero piccioni, jeff buckley, bee gees, etc! (this list is getting too long )
🐒: overall just full of whimsy and silliness ‧₊ ♪˚⊹
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off the wall - thriller michael is so submissive coded and you can convince me otherwise
blue magic
(a continuation of sleepyhead!)
pairing: (black)fem!reader x otw!michael
synopsis: after finally forcing michael to indulge in some well needed shut eye, you arose from your slumber, in panic! where’s your bonnet??(michael watching you do your hair ! he does help! by passing you one thing lolll)
warnings: michael being a sassy jokester, some smooching, a liiiiiitle suggestive and just michael being a lovesick puppy.
A/N: THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL YOUR LOVE ON MY LAST POST!!!! 🫶🏾 this one is a looot longer i kinda went crazy 🤪 hope you guys enjoy!! (also hoping to have an ‘all about me’ and some rules up for my blog soon! stay tuned my lovely apples)
your lashes fluttered open, squinting slightly as the rising sun poured through the blinds, peering straight into your eyelids. you rose up slowly, admiring the pretty orange hue enveloping the room.
you glanced over to your boyfriend, who was fast asleep and slightly snoring. giggling softly, you reached over to push a curl away from his face. how could he look this handsome even while he’s this deep in rem? you bent over to place a soft peck on his cheek, which seemed to stir him up slightly.
“mornin’.” he mumbled sleepily.
“good morning, sleepy head.” you turned to stretch your limbs. you could feel the butterflies in your stomach as he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you back in.
“don’t go babyyy..stay with me a little longerr.” he stretched his words, giving you those big puppy dog eyes. now it was your turn to be persuaded to stay in bed.
you giggled, trying your best not to look into his eyes, he always used them to lure you into trouble.
“i can’t miiike..” you said mimicking him, you glanced at the clock, 12:23.
“i’ve slept for too long, and besides i have to get ready. i promised janet that i’d take her to the mall today.”
“or you could spend the day with me instead.” he whispered near the shell of your ear, now sitting up straight. he snaked his other arm around your waist, resulting in your back being fully flush against his chest. you felt your face growing hotter by the second.
“michael..i-“
you fell into his trap. he locked his arms and started attacking you with kisses all over the back of your neck and upper shoulders, the places that tickled the most.
you squealed loudly. laughter tumbling out in droves. he amplified the attack by jabbing at your sides which made it worse.
you thrashed around so much you almost fell off the side of the bed.
“MICHAEL- STOP!!” you said in between laughter and some labored breaths. he chuckled, pulling you into a tight hug.
“i love you sweets, so much. you know that?” he rubbed you back.
you felt your heart leap in your chest, you turned to wrap your arms around him.
“i love you too mikey”, hugging him tighter.
“even if you do look like don king.” he said stammering his speech, trying to hold in his laughter.
“i………….what.” you pushed him off and quickly rose to your feet, rushing over to the vanity mirror.
“my hair!! oh my gosh!!!” and there it was, your hair that was blowdried and loosely braided the previous night was now undone and standing in all directions, bonnet clearly gone.
you glared at your boyfriend, who was now erupting with laughter, holding his sides.
“michael! this is not funny!! my bonnet was on last night, what happened??” you hollered, searching for the traitorous thing that disappeared on you.
“im just joking sweets, its not that bad i promise.” he said still chuckling, now covering his mouth so he wouldn’t get in trouble.
“this is your fault! arghh now i have to do it all overr!” you pouted, now scrambling for your hair products in the suitcase you brought with you.
“aww sweets im sorry, i can help you do it, if you want.” he stood up walking over to you now, still wearing that goofy smile on his face, stifling a giggle everytime he glanced at your mane.
“actually i think you should just go back to sleep!” you spat, bunching up the clothes you were going to wear for the day and heading for the shower.
he giggled as he sat back on his bed, listening to the shower head erupting and watching you quickly shut the door behind you. he waited for you to come out so that he could properly apologize and help you do your hair.
45 minutes.
which seemed like an eternity. what exactly were you doing in the shower for 45 minutes?? he nearly fell back asleep waiting for you to come out.
but when you did, ohhhh he quickly understood. you washed your hair and quickly detangled and sectioned it off, all of it wrapped in a purple velvet towel. you had changed your clothes in the bathroom, deciding to wear a sundress with wooden sandals. you paired it all with golden jewelry. he especially noticed the iridescent necklace with your initial hanging from your neck. your outfit, down to the jewelry, accentuated your glistening brown skin.
to put it simply, you looked divine, and smelled divine too. his eyes nearly popped out his sockets when he first caught sight of you.
you on the other hand were racing against the clock, your hair being the last piece of the puzzle. you decided to blowdry it again and do a twist out at the mall to save on time.
you quickly sat down at the vanity and got to work, plugging in the blowdrier and setting up your products in order. michael creeped up behind you, rubbing sweaty palms on his wrinkly pajama pants, the heat now creeping up his neck.
“h-hi sweetheart..” he whispered.
“hi baby.” you responded, focusing on detangling your hair once more while spraying heat protectant on it.
“i…just wanted to apologize about earlier.. i wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings or anything.” he looked at you through the mirror.
“oh mikey, i wasn’t offended, my hair was quite literally standing up in four directions.” you giggled, scooping a small glob of leave in conditioner and rubbing it between your hands, quickly running it through the sections.
he sighed in relief knowing you weren’t hurt by his joke. he grew quiet however, in a daze watching you get ready.
you grabbed the blowdrier and set it on low heat, pulling your hair taut to stretch it out, then running the comb attachment through the strands. repeating the process throughout your whole head, another half hour.
the whole time he stood there, watching you like a man hypnotized. he always acted like this whenever you did your hair. those coils, which were shrunken to your ears earlier, now resting down your back.
you dabbed a smaller amount of leave in conditioner on your stretched-out strands to lock in the moisture, now for the final step.
“michael, can you pass me the blue magic over there on the bed please?” your voice sounding like silk. he didn’t budge, still drinking in the lovely sight before him.
“michael?” he shot up.
“oh, y-yeah..” he rushed over to the bed, handing you the small container of grease.
“thank you.” you smiled at him, turning back to the mirror. he swore he could’ve died right there and went to heaven.
he watched you twist your hair loosely, and pin it up.
“you’re so beautiful baby, really.” still staring with that longing gaze.
you chuckled. “now i look a little more put together!” standing up to adjust your dress.
“you always do.” he walked towards you wrapping his arms around you once more.
he pecked you on the lips. “you are the prettiest girl in the world, sweets. gosh..” he gazed over your dress, relishing in the way it molded perfectly over your body. you could feel yourself getting shy.
“even though you said i looked like don king earlier?” you glared again, but with a more playful look.
“i promise i was just joking.” he groaned, putting his hands over his face.
“i forgive you.” you wrapped your arms around his neck returning a peck to his lips. he tasted the flavored lipgloss that lingered on yours. he could do like 20 backflips right now.
“i’ve really got to get going now mike, or janet’s gonna think i ditched her.” you said, withdrawing from his embrace.
“i’ll be back later, okay?” you headed towards the door, glancing back one more time to flash him a another pretty smile before walking out.
“okay sweet thing, have fun.”
“i will!” you said waving.
he closed the door to his bedroom and through his window, watched as you hurriedly strode downstairs and outside, bill had walked you out and held the car door open for you.
his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.
he flopped back on the bed, glancing over to the small container sitting on the edge of the vanity.
“blue magic, huh?”
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sleepyhead
pair: (black)fem!reader x otw!michael jackson
synopsis: finally! summer vacation! and what better way to spend it then with your boyfriend! however, there’s just one problem.. he’s been staying up late (or getting up early?) to work on his new album, which is making you more and more worried.. (basically reader forcing mike to go to sleep)
warnings: none! all fluff!
A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING A FIC GUYS!! or maybe a drabble since this is shorter?? anyways hope you enjoyy (how is it that reader is on summer vacation but still wraps a duvet around herself to keep warm? bc mike has that a/c blastinggg in his room and def not bc i didn’t feel like rewriting this to make it make sense )
on a well deserved summer vacation away from home, you decided to enjoy it by spending quality time with your boyfriend. the californian heat was truly different than that of chicago, which often left you sweaty and exhausted after a day of goofing around.
thankfully michael liked spending most of his time indoors, more so now that he is preparing for his new upcoming album that he’s trying so hard not to spill the beans about. you loved watching him work, his enthusiasm for his craft always stirred a deep feeling of empathy and love within you. and equally he loved showing you the breakdowns of his ideas, and also loved asking your for feedback on them. more than anything in the world he loved receiving your approval, which was one of his motivations that kept him going.
he had been spending more and more time drafting, creating. receiving visions in his dreams, as he put it, and darting out of bed as to not lose them. you’ve always been supportive of your boyfriend, always being so understanding and patient with his ministrations. but all these late night ideas have been keeping him from properly resting, which made your worry intensify throughout the passing days.
which led to this moment,
“michael, please don’t leave tonight.” you said out of the blue.
michael shot up as he turned to look at you, still in his pajamas, robe and slippers. he managed to slip out soundly as to not wake you whenever new ideas popped to his head, or so he thought.
you slowly sat up, not quite facing him, but from your tone he knew you had a disapproving look on your face. his eyes darted quickly from you to the clock on the wall, which read 2:14 am. he scratched the back of his head.
“but baby, i just thought about another idea for a song on the album! i-if i don’t keep them fresh in my mind then i’ll lose em’..” he said in a light syrupy tone. if you weren’t so determined on keeping him in bed you may have let him go.
but not tonight.
“i know sweetheart i really do, and i know how important this is to you. but you haven’t been sleeping lately and i’m starting to get worried.” you responded, now standing up, wrapping the duvet around your body.
“it’s only been a few nights sweets i promise. and besides it’s not like i haven’t pulled an all-nighter before.” he said avoiding your gaze, he knew how this was going to play out.
you slowly walked toward him, your body now facing him entirely.
“michael, you’ve been waking up in the dead of night for nearly two weeks now.” you shot back.
“well….yes honey i know that bu-“
“ you have bags forming under your eyes.”
“i do not!”
“which means you’re not getting enough sleep hun.”
“but-!”
“no!” you whisper yelled, resting your hand gently on his mouth. “bed. now.” you said with a tone of finality.
michael knew he couldn’t win when you got like this. he was slightly taken aback by your sternness, but a dopey smile formed on his face as he felt your hand drift from his mouth to his left hand, guiding him back to bed.
you entered first, patting on the empty space next to you, inviting him in.
he finally sighed in defeat as he shrugged his robe off and slipped into bed next to you.
while wrapping his arms around you, and laying his head on your shoulder, he let out another sigh.
“if someone else steals my idea it’s going to be your fault, y’know.” he whispered into you, nuzzling his face deeper into your shoulder.
“i think i can live with that.” you let out small giggles as he started to place small featherlight kisses on your cheek and jaw.
“i love you so much michael-“ you said stirring up one last time, grabbing his face to place a small kiss on his forehead. “i just want you to be okay, ‘s all.” you replied with heavy eyelids.
“i know sweets, you take such good care of me.” his heart doing flips in his chest. he wrapped the duvet tighter around your body, watching you drift off into sleep.
“i love you too, sleepy head.”
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a little reminder since yall wanna watch that fuckass netflix documentary anyway
edit: oh and another thing, try and come into my ask box on anon to debate this, I will block you effectively and immediately bc I don’t listen to bullshit and won’t argue with stupid people either. - adding this to the original post since some of you wanna act a fool. 🪽
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I can’t be the only one who loves this hair era
more people need to appreciate the Afro liikkkeee
Thriller - Thrad era rares.
Michael Jackson performing “Rock with You” at the Because We Care Gala, 1980
this era is by far my fav 🫰🫰