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Hi cuties! You can call me Carmen or Carma

About me: She/her ·✶· 21 ·✶· Libra ·✶· curly girlie ·✶· hot men have my heart (especially MJ) ·✶· Music enthusiast ·✶· just a girl with a keyboard and a dream

If you really love me, let me be your fool

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Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: You're in the audience the night Tatiana kisses Michael. Only a month or two into the relationship, your fears get the better of you and your thoughts become loud enough for even Michael to hear. Content/Warnings: Overthinker!Reader, Established Reader, Miscommunication, Hurt/Comfort, Michael being a patient gentleman Word Count: 2.4k

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A/N: Immediately thought of that reaction clip of Camila from Daisy Jones and the Six when I got this request

You had originally thought that surprising Michael at one of his concerts was a good idea. In fact you had been looking forward to the little surprise appearance all week, anxiously looking forward to seeing the look on his face when you appeared backstage afterwards.

You and Michael had just recently made things between you official after months and months of excessive flirting, longing looks, and lingering touches. Things had been going very smoothly despite the fact that you had gotten together with Michael in the midst of touring. He was still eager to talk to you after shows, even if it was over the phone and thousands of miles away. But you also knew how badly he wanted to see you in person, and the same could be said for you.

So you had secretly been planning the trip with Bill for almost a week, which was shockingly way more difficult than you had thought it would be. The planning itself wasn't the issue, the issue was keeping it a secret from Michael. Each time he called, you felt yourself bubble up with excitement, wanting so badly to tell him. It was especially difficult when he sounded so desperate over the phone, whining into the receiver about how badly he wanted to simply wrap his arms around you. But you had held out.

And now, you stood in a private section of the ginormous stadium that was Madison Square Garden. The concert was absolutely insane, in the most Michael way possible. Everything was perfect, from the lights, to the booming sound of his voice, to the sharp movements that could be registered even in the nosebleeds. Michael was absolutely radiant on the stage, making you the proudest woman on the face of the earth. And while you loved seeing him perform, you also couldn't wait for the show to end so you could finally show yourself and complete your little surprise. You felt on top of the world, like the night was going to be absolutely perfect.

You screamed loudly as Michael quicly left the stage after performing Bad. It was almost time. All he had left was the encore, which consisted of two songs: The Way You Make Me Feel, and Man in the Mirror. Your body felt like it was radiating with pure joy, pride, and excitement.

As quickly as those feelings had arrived, they had vanished. You felt the warmth from your body slowly drain as you watched Michael and Tatiana perform TWYMMF. The unease had slowly crept up your spine as you watched Tatiana dance with Michael a little too close for your liking.

You had tried to push away the nagging feeling, telling yourself it was choreo obviously. This was her job, they were both doing what they were supposed to, nothing was going to-

Oh.

You felt all remaining warmth evaporate into thin air as you watched Tatiana press her lips right against Michaels. It lasted maybe 2 seconds, but that was enough time for you to suddenly doubt your decision in coming here. You watched Michael smile and carry on with the song as if nothing had happened.

Was this routine? Was it a part of the choreo? Surely if it was he would have told you... right? Had they just added it recently? But why? Did Michael make it a point not to tell you? Did he want this to be some sort of secret and that was why he hadn't flown you out to see the show yet? If that was the case then had you done something? Why hadn't he told you? Why was she kissing him? Why did he smile? Had you maybe misconstrued his true feelings for you? Was he already regretting his decision to make things official? Did he even want to make this official or had you put too much pressure on him? Did he want this anymore, had he even wanted it at all? What was wrong with you? Why hadn't he told you? Why did you come here? Was all of this a mistake? Why-

A tap at your shoulder pulled you from the thousands of questions bombarding your head. A security guard quickly explained that the show was over and that you were to be escorted back stage immediately.

You swallowed thickly, slightly dazed from the storm in your head. The excitement was gone, now replaced with fear and anxiety. Maybe this was a bad decision. Maybe you could slip away unnoticed, go back to the hotel and try to collect yourself. Surely there was still time to disappear before Michael even-

The sound of your name falling from Michael's lips pulled you from your mind. You blinked, finding yourself already backstage, Michael only 3 yards from where you stood.

God, he looked as beautiful as ever. Curls damn and messy, pulled back into a low ponytail. His white shirt stuck to his chest in a way that made your mouth water. And his face was bright with a mix of shock and pure delight as he took you in.

Before you knew it, Michael had you wrapped up tightly in his arms, crossing the small distance at lightning speed. He lifted you up slightly, laughing with a sort of jubilation you weren't sure you had ever heard from him before.

Your arms instinctually wrapped around his neck, most of the doubt leaving your body in an instant. Most.

Michael let out an airy laugh, setting you down and taking in your face. His eyes darted around you like a ping pong ball, still in disbelief at the sight. "You're- how are you- you're actually here!" He stopped and started, unable to find the right words.

You smiled up at him, arms still locked around his neck. "I'm here, Mikey."

Another wave of pure glee washed over his face. His hands came up to cup your face as he planted hundreds of kisses all over your face.

You felt some of the tension in your body fly away. You couldn't help the smile that made its way onto your face. This was definitely worth the long flight, even if you still had some doubts about yourself.

He pressed a long kiss to your lips, pulling away with a big "MWAH!" You both laughed. He took your hand and quickly pulled you to his dressing room. "How are you here?"

"Bill. I wanted to surprise you and he essentially planned out everything. All I really had to do was get in a couple cars and a plane."

Michael made a mental note to give Bill the biggest hug later. "Well, you certainly surprised me. I was just thinking about how badly I wanted to go to the hotel room to call you. Did you see the whole show? What did you think? Did you like it?"

As you recalled the show you tensed slightly. Just a millisecond, but Michael noticed. "I saw the whole thing. You were amazing, Michael. No- more than amazing. Michael, you were radiant. I've never seen anyone own a stage like that the way that you did. It was absolutely spectacular."

He nodded, smiling despite a small voice telling him to inquire further. He gently shut the door to his dressing room, leading you over to the couch as he sat in the makeup chair.

"I'm glad you liked it. I've been wanting you to see it for so long! I just can't believe you're really here. I've missed you so much. And I missed you real bad before, but now that we're official, it's like this new desire to see you has taken me over. I wake up and I wish you were beside me in bed. I eat breakfast and all I can think about is what you're going to have."

You laughed slightly, watching him as his makeup artist began carefully wiping off his makeup and cleaning his face. "I've felt the same way. I've wanted nothing more than to simple have you beside me, and I figure if you can't come to me, then I'll come to you."

"Oh baby-" Michael smiled widely, turning his head to look over at you.

"Mr. Jackson, please keep your face still. The fast I get all this off you, the faster you can spend time with your friend." The makeup artist gave Michael a stern look.

Friend.

The word stuck out like a sore thumb. Deep deep down you understood what she meant, but with the kiss earlier, you couldn't help but over analyse it. Especially when Michael didn't correct her. Maybe he had had enough of you. Maybe he was just feeling bad that you had come out all this way to see him and that's why he was being so sweet. What if he really was tired of you? What if there was something special between him and Tatiana, and you had been too blind to see it and he was too nice to correct you? What if the makeup artist knew about it too and that's why she called you a friend? Was she trying to give you a subtle hint?

You felt stupid. Because despite all the questions clouding your head, you knew the logical thing to do was to talk to Michael about it. And you knew there was really nothing he had done to make you think all of this. He hadn't been the one to lean in, hell, it didn't even look like he kissed her back. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to fully internalize any of that.

And while you sat on the couch, half engaged in a conversation with Michael about how your job back in LA was going, Michael could see right through the autopilot you had going on. He could see there was a massive, raging, storm in your head, one that was taking his girl away from him even when she was right there in the room.

He needed to know what was going on, but he certainly didn't want you upset or embarrassed because of how many people were around. He would have to wait until the two of you were alone. So he signaled his artist to pick up the pace.

Once he was fully dressed and ready to go, he was quick to take your hand and drag you through the busy hallways. People quickly parted the way for him, well most people. Just as the exit came into view, he heard his name being called out.

He turned and found Tatiana quickly making her way over. He felt the way your hand loosened against his own, and saw the way your body tensed and your eyes found the ground.

He blinked, reality crashing in on him. The way you had tensed at the mention of the show, your slightly dull eyes, the way you were playing with the promise ring he had given you. It all made sense now that he was seeing Tatiana again.

She came over with a big smile, pulling him into a tight hug, holding onto him longer than he appreciated. "Amazing as always."

Michael gave her a polite smile, gripping your hand tighter and pulled you closer to him. "Thank you. You as well. This is my girl, the sweet one I've told you all about."

She looked over at you, eyes slightly wide. "Oh! It's nice to finally meet you. I was beginning to think Michael had made you up." She attempted a joke, which landed flatly as both you and Michael laughed awkwardly.

"It's nice to meet you too." You kept it civil, deciding that bringing up their moment on stage would only make things more awkward. She seemed grateful you didn't mention it.

Michael was quick to excuse the both of you, stating that he was eager to spend some time with his lovely lady. She took the opportunity and practically bolted. Michael squeezed your hand, looking down at you, "Let's go, I've been dying to get a moment alone since I saw you."

The second the car door shut and Bill closed the partition, Michael took both of your hands in his. "I know what's going on in that head of yours."

You looked at him nervously, "I'm not sure what you mean."

"I know you, baby. I know your mind, and I know the way you think. What I need you to understand is that there is absolutely nothing going on between me and Tatiana. That kiss was not part of the choreography, and she stepped way out of line. That was not part of the show and I wasn't aware she was going to do it." He rubbed gentle circles on the back of your hand.

You nodded, eyes slightly glossy. "So- you're not tired of me?"

He shook his head firmly, "Not one bit. In fact, I can't seem to get enough of you. I meant what I said in the dressing room, I think about you all of the time. In fact, when I said that I was wanting to call you after tonight's show it was to tell you about what had happened. And then I saw you there and I was just so shocked and excited to see your beautiful face that it completely left my mind."

You bit the side of your cheek, face palming yourself. "Gosh, I feel like such an idiot. I knew it was nothing, truly I did. But I just- I don't know. I get in my head sometimes, and it just gets out of control. And I was embarrassed to even be thinking of some of those things, and I was scared that maybe I was right, and I just let it all go to my head."

Michael took your hands in his again, holding them tighter. "You're not an idiot. Far from it. But I need you to talk to me if anything like that happens again. You know you can talk to me when the thoughts get too much. Just like you're there for me when things get bad, I want you to be able to lean on me too."

You sniffled, smiling at him, "I will."

"Promise?" He held out his pinky finger.

You hooked yours with his, "Pinky promise."

Michael smiled, "Now come here, you look too good not to kiss."

He pulled you close, lips finding yours with ease. He meant it when he said he was truly dying to get even just a moment alone with you. By the end of the trip, covered in small love marks, you had decided you would be flying out to see him WAY more often.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝑼𝒔

Dad!Michael Jackson x Daughter!Reader

Synopsis: You get nervous to perform on stage with your dad, but Michael is quick to calm your nerves. Content/Warnings: Fluff, Family Fic, Dad!Michael, Daughter!Reader, stage fright, comfort, short and sweet W.C. 450

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The crowd just beyond the stage screamed wildly. From the wings you could hear the shouts and screams of pure excitement over your father. The sound shook your chest violently, showing you the reality of what you were about to do.

Michael had asked if you wanted to do a surprise performance on the last stop of his tour, to which you had immediately agreed to, not even thinking twice about it. But now that you were standing just off stage, you were starting to rethink the whole thing.

Without realizing, your hands had begun to shake slightly. Michael, being the ever doting father he was, sensed the change in air immediately. He gently reached down, taking one of your hands in his.

You met his eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat. He gave you a reassuring nod, "You can do this, sweetie."

You nodded, heart still racing in your chest, "Yeah... I can do this."

"Take a deep breath. Forget about those people out there, it's just you and me. If things get overwhelming, you look at me okay?"

"Okay." Your grip on the microphone tightened.

Michael squeezed your hand and walked out onto the stage with you. The screams were deafening, and only grew in volume as people realized he was bringing his daughter on stage with him. He held your hand tightly, not once giving you any reason to believe he would let go.

You took your spot on stage, your eyes trained onto your dad. Michael gave you one last nod as the instrumental to Ben started playing.

You took in a deep breath, singing in tandem with your dad.

"Ben, the two of us need look no more. We both found what we were looking for. With a friend to call my own, I'll never be alone, and you my friend will see. You've got a friend in me."

You smiled widely, sharing the special moment with him. You blocked out the rest of the stadium, focusing solely on the amazing man that had loved you since before he had met you. It was silly to say, but sometimes you really did feel like he was your best friend. He understood you more than anyone in the entire world. He had raised you into the young lady you were today, and looking at you filled his chest with so much pride and joy.

As the song came to an end, you hugged him tightly. Not to get a reaction from the crowd, not to make the front page of the paper tomorrow, but because there was simply no one else you would rather be with in that moment.

𝑪𝒐𝒛𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓

Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: You slowly build your own little corner in Michael's studio Content/Warnings: Fluff, short, reader is a sleepaholic, Michael being a menace, you can imagine any ear but I made it with pre-thriller in mind Word Count: 850

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Being in a relationship with Michael meant him dragging you along to the studio or to rehearsal. Not that you were complaining, you felt honored that Michael felt comfortable enough to bring you along with him.

You had grown accustomed to the chaotic and stressful nature that was music, video, and dance rehearsals. Whether it was Quincy and Michael arguing over a 3 second vocal snippet, or Michael stressing out over the sharpness of a single flick of the wrist, you knew it all very well.

And while of course you enjoyed being there and witnessing history in the making... you were tired... a lot. Honestly, borderline narcoleptic. Since you were little you could fall asleep virtually anywhere. It was honestly impressive.

This, combined with the fact that you would show up to the studio after a long day at work, meant frequently falling asleep during rehearsals. It had happened so often now that it was essentially a routine.

Leave work, grab lunch for everyone who was scheduled to be at the studio that day, be everyone's hero when you walked in with bags of food, talk to Michael about how your day was, head to the nice leather couch in the corner, wrap yourself in blankets, and take a nice cat nap.

Michael sat back in his chair, talking loudly with Quincy about a harmony that wasn't sitting right, when he glanced over at the couch. He smiled at the familiar sight of you snug in a bunch of blankets, an old cat sleep mask resting over your eyes, and very quiet snores leaving your mouth.

Quincy gazed over, "I really can't get over how quickly she falls asleep."

Michael nodded, "Yup, that's my girl, a sleeping machine."

"It's impressive. Y'know one time while you were in the booth, the playback was pushed to full volume and came blaring through the speakers... she didn't even flinch, just kept on snoozing."

Michael let out a small laugh, shaking his head with a smile. "It's cute. Although that does make me concerned about her safety at her apartment."

"Nah, don't be. Women have like an internal alarm system. Pegs is the same way. I swear she slept just as heavy as your girl, but the second the baby cries, she's up immediately."

Michael smiled, watching your chest rise and fall slowly. He swore he could watch the sight all day and never get tired. Part of him was slightly envious of your uncanny sleeping abilities, but a larger part felt all warm and fuzzy because it meant you were comfortable enough in the space.

These little moments became so frequent that Michael ended up buying a large ottoman, stocking it with the fluffiest blanket he could find, a silk sleep mask, and a plush pillow.

He had made a little poster to hang over the little corner of the couch, it said 'sleeping station,' which you thought was just the sweetest thing ever.

One of Michael's favorite things was seeing the reactions of others when they realized there was virtually nothing that was going to wake you up. He loved seeing people eye your sleeping figure when there was a loud noise or a heated argument, only for them to slowly come to terms with the fact that you were dead asleep and not waking up.

It had gotten to a point where he and Q started taking secret bets testing how long it would take you to fall asleep. Michael, knowing you best, won almost all of them to which Quincy learned to stop betting actual money. Once Q refused to bet with him, Michael moved onto scamming unknowing sound engineers and instrumentalists. He had a whole scheme going on, which you were unknowingly helping him with.

But more than the bets and the reactions, Michael loved getting to wake you up. He loved sitting on the edge of the couch, gently rubbing your back as he quietly pulled you from your dreams. Your body would instinctively lean into his touch, humming as he called out your name with so much sweetness it dripped in honey. He would gently remove the sleep mask from your head, fixing up your hair for you as he smiled down at you. You would smile sweetly as he came into focus, yawning adorably as you sat up.

"Sleep well?"

"Mhm, as always." You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him happily.

He hugged you back, "Good, I'm glad my little cat got her nap in."

You pulled back, looking at him with a raised brow, "Your little cat?" You repeated.

He nodded, kissing your nose, "Cause you sleep like a cat."

"I do not!"

"Totally do. It's cute." He laughed.

You shrugged, giving in immediately, "As long as it's cute and I don't snore." Michael didn't respond, suddenly finding the stitching on your mask very interesting. "I don't snore... right???"

Michael stood up, "Oh would you look at that, Q needs me back in the booth." He bolted into the booth

You sat up, swinging your legs off the couch and chasing him, "Michael! Do I snore!!!?"

Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: Michael goes on Royal Court, Smosh, and Dropout! Content/Warnings: Modern Au, Michael Lives, Gramps!Michael, fluff, silly fic, Michael feeling comfortable on camera W.C. 3.3k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 Part 11 Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17 (Current)

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Royal Court

The second Michael stepped into the studio he felt a small weight lift off his shoulders. People greeted him with smiles and an ease that made him relax. He was led to a large rack stocked full with silly medieval attire, a small bin of accessories sitting beside the rack.

Hey guys! I hope everyone is doing well, I just wanted to let y'all know I'm pausing my request right now! I love when y'all send me requests, but there's just a lot of them right now and I gotta catch up lol. I'll let y'all know when they open back up!

I love yall sm! Thank you for reading and being understanding <3

YUUUUUUH!

I've got a couple that I'm in the middle of working on! Here are they are:

Hi! Can I request something where reader is the type to overthink everything and is really shy (maybe more than mj). Her and mj recently got together but when she sees Michael perform twymmf with Tatiana and she kisses him, she internally panick and start to think things like ''Is he already tired of me?'' ''Am I not enough?'' without knowing Michael wasn't okay with that kiss. She's too worried to talk to him about that kiss and instead of communicating she continues to overthink and fortunately Michael notices her change of behaviour and talks with her. Maybe he can also tell her to not hesitate to talk to him, to communicate more (since it's her first relationship). He's so gentle and patient 😩

hii!! not sure if this kinda request would interest u, but can u do a platonic fic about mature mj and reader, who is his eldest kid (like a teenager). reader likes to sing and they do a surprise performance/duet with each other, singing ben or who’s lovin you or some other early michael song. maybe reader’s shy or unsure if she gave a good performance, but michael reassures her and supports her!!! xx

would you be willing to do a song request for a fic? before i let you go by black street has been on repeat and some smut/angst would be written so well by you… thank you in advance if you even consider it lol 😋😋

Heey x. Can I request a Jaafar Jackson x wife reader fic?. Reader had been recieving both hate and death threats online all throughout the press tour and after the release of Michael. Jaafar wanted to defend her online but she told him not to because she didn't want the fans to turn on him, she also didn't want the negativity to jeopardize the success of the biopic. Reader suffered in silence for months. When Michael 2 was announced to be in production, reader received even more hate which made Jaafar finally snap. He pulls out of doing the second movie and this time he's the one sacrificing a lot just for his wife. Reader tries to make him change his mind but Jaafar tells her that she means more to him than the movie does.

HIHIHHI! I love your fanfics they’re sooo good!! I was wondering if you could write a fic about dancer!reader who is teaching MJ some choreography for one of his short films (could be any era/video). So he kinda has a crush on her and makes the first move ORRR she has a really strong crush on him and makes the first move 😉😉

My idea was a reader who is a singer – she performs, maybe at the mtv awards or something, or the night Mj recieves all those Grammys and they have an established relationship. Michael knows all of her songs and which one she will perform, but reader planned something different and plans secretly to sing one that he doesn't know yet. I'd love if the song she is performing was "If I Ain't Got You" from Alicia Keys and she would dedicate it to him. I feel like i just need something fluffy where someone makes him feel appreciated. Idk maybe there is an occasion on the day too. Maybe it's their anniversary on the same day, or, since reader knows they're an unconventional pair anyways with fame and everything, she even plans her performance as a proposal? I don't know if these are good ideas, you probably have a better idea than me. Thank you so much, if you decide to have a go at it! :D

hi carma! i adore all your MJ fics thank you for feeding our delusions queen<3 i was thinking about thrad! michael x reader they meet at an event or like his visit to the white house maybe. he falls for her instantly, she's so kind and shy, also she loves children and is so good with them (basically like princess diana) but the thing is she is engaged/married to a powerful abusive man (maybe a senator's son or smth). you can add other stuff too!!

Hihi! Can i req a fic where reader is a farmer and michael visits her farm for harvest season and they pick all the produce together and make a quaint meal after?

heyyy, can you do a bad Micheal era x Designer reader, where reader is like the head clothing designer during his world tour and reader is kinda shy, because you had grown up being told to always make eye contact and speak up, but it did the opposite and made reader feel nervous when making eye contact(Micheal has very good eye contact).and Micheal is always tilting his head leaning closer to try and hear you better or look in your eyes to make out how your feeling during touch ups, measurements, or even just randomly talking about whatever, you can decide.and one day while you’re going over designs he says how he finds you’re voice soothing and that he would wish to hear it more and offers you to sing or say something as lan intro or like something in one of his future songs.

Could I request Micheal is always taking reader with him to the studio where she just falls asleep every time. She’s got her own little blanket and eye cover and snoozes her way through his rehearsals. Everyone finds it hilarious she can fall asleep with all the noise. A lot of fluff from Micheal

second is with Jaafar (tw body dysmorphia!! sorry for that…) reader is self conscious about her weight gain due to people on internet being mean about women's body (all bodies are beautiful), and since Jaafar decided to take reader to the pool to cool off in hot weather, she doesn't want to get out of the shade of the umbrella, neither does she takes off the beach attire (think of those like crochet type of dress coverups, i'll link the photo https://pin.it/4ZurXVNWN , basically these types of dresses), and Jaafar doesn't see a reason for reader to be insecure because she looks healthy and glowing, but to reader it is stil hard to process her body image. so it gets a bit smutty towards the end with Jaafar saying something along the lines 'i'll show you how beautiful you look and how i love you', but first they'll finally have a swim int the pool, but reader stays a intrigued from this 'threat'

Those are the requests I've gotten, and I'm not sure I will do ALLLL of them just cause theres a lot of these and the retired series. So yall lmk which ones interest you the most! And if you requested one of these and like really really REALLY want me to do it, I shall.

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Jaafar Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: Jaafar splurges on a whole new bed set up, and he absolutely loves waking up in the morning to see you zonked tf out. Content/Warnings: Fluff, fluff, more fluff, very domestic, Jaafar and reader are TIRED AF, suggestive content, mentions of sex, swearing, they lowkey freaks, playful arguing W.C.

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You sat beside Jaafar on the couch, leaning over his shoulder to look at his computer screen.

"You sure you wanna do this? It's gonna cost a lot of money, J."

Jaafar gave you an amused glance, "Baby, you really think money is gonna be a problem?"

You shook your head, "No, but it's just a lot for something that we're not even conscious when using."

"If I remember correctly, you were very conscious last night when I was deep insid-"

You shoved him playfully, "You know what I mean!"

DAMN! YALL JUST KEEP IT COMING WITH THE REQUESTS! I love it tho :p OKAY! WE GOT A LOOOOOONG AH LIST OF THE NEXT BATCH OF THIS SERIES!

Michael goes on Royal Court, Smosh, and Dropout!

Michael is a guest judge on Dancing with the Stars

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8GACP8D/ this trend with Michael

Family Feud with the brothers and theres a girls team

Michaels grand daughter asks him what "good fish" means

You calling Michael by his full name in front of the whole family and them scattering like mice cause they thinks he's in trouble

Michael youngest daughter brings home her boyfriend, ruh roh

Retired Michael being shown this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bp4_7T9J6Fg

Buzzfeed interview with puppies

Michael sees his grandkids recreate the "We Are the World' incident'

The family reacts to bts footage of you and michael during a bunch of his music videos

ALSO IF YALL ARE INTERESTED IN WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN Y/N AND PRINCE LET ME KNOW AND I CAN ADD THAT IN!

EXTRA: This is sort of an expansion to the retired series! This was requested based off of Retired Life 15!

the request: Hello! Based off retired life 15, maybe the reader and Jaafar end up falling for each other during filming and Michael is there to see it happen and stuff??

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Okay, let me know which ones yall are most excited for/ which ones you wanna see first! As always, thank you for reading!!!! Love yall down bad!

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Someone said on ig that if Michael participated as a judge to one of those show where people sing (I'm sorry I don't remember the name, maybe America's got talent? Idk) and it would be a kid he would be so indulgent with that kid unlike the other judges.

What if Michael is part of the judges and a little girl/boy interprets one of his songs but she/he completely mess up and the judges give the child a bad rate meanwhile Michael can't bear the sight of the child who's already on the verge of tears so he gives him a good rate and congratulates the child for trying. I just know this man would have been so sweet with kids even if they mess up his songs idk 😭

𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 ➊➏

Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: Michael defents one of the younger contestants who messes up mid performance. Content/Warnings: Fluff, Modern Au, Michael Lives, Gramps!Michael, Michael's a sweetie, the other judges are mean :( W.C. 1k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 Part 11 Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16 (Current)

Masterlist

Michael sat back in the nice lounge chairs, chatting with Mel B while they were on commercial break. The night had been going fairly well, there were a lot of talented people and a lot of people who really gave it their best try.

Michael had been invited as a guest judge for the night, taking over Howie Mandels due to a very sudden sickness. He had been so excited, always wanting to be a judge on one of these fun competition shows.

The quickly reset as the break came to an end, the theme song playing through the speakers and the audience clapping and cheering.

As they set up for the next contestant, a short video began playing. A small girl, maybe 7 or 8, popped up on screen with the cutest smile. She introduced herself as Nadia, and explained that she was a Michael Jackson enthusiast. Michael smiled as the video showed her practicing her dance moves with her dad backstage. They quickly showed a clip of Nick Canon explaining that Michael was actually a surprise guest tonight, and the wide eyed wonder that spread on her face. The audience awed, and Michael beamed, sitting forward in his chair.

Once the video ended, Nick walked out the small girl onto the middle of the stage. She was absolutely adorable, hair pulled low in pig tails, and the cutest little 70's inspired outfit on.

As she stood at the Microphone she stared at Michael, giving him the cutest little wave. He waved back as Simon spoke up, "Hello, sweetheart, what's your name?"

She shrunk slightly, obviously nervous to be in front of so many people, "Nadia."

"And what are you going to be doing for us tonight, Nadia?" Mel B asked.

"Singin." She smiled bashfully.

Heidi clapped excitedly, "I bet I know who's song you're gonna be singing. Are you going to be singing a Michael Jackson song?"

She nodded, cheeks rosy.

Michael beamed, giving her a thumbs up, "Good choice. You're going to do great, Nadia. Go on, let's hear your beautiful voice."

She held the microphone in her tiny hands, nodding a bit. The audience roared with applause and cheers as the opening chords to Ben came through the speakers. The small girl jumped back slightly, startled by the noise and missing her cue. She blinked wildly, stuttering into the microphone as she tried to catch back up.

Michael felt his heart sink, watching her little face twist in fear and embarrassment. The other judges looked at her expectantly, calling out for her to start, which only overwhelmed her more.

She looked like she was on the verge of tears, and Michael couldn't take it. He carefully signaled for the sound to pause. The music came to a stop, and poor Nadia looked terrified.

Michael turned to her from his seat with a gentle smile, "You're doing great sweetie. I know people were cheering over your entrance, so how about we try it again, yeah? Do you want me to help you start?"

She nodded immediately, sniffling every so slightly. "Yes please."

Michael nodded, and looked to sound booth to start the song over. He motioned for the audience to stay relatively quiet as the music started back up.

He gave her a reassuring smile and nodded to her as the entrance came up.

"Ben, the two of us need look no more..." He sang the first line with her before backing off with more affirmative nods.

She sang the song beautifully, growing more confident as she continued the song. Michael felt truly moved by her small performance. The emotion she brought to the song was amazing for such a young kid. Michael felt himself tear up slightly, smiling at her from the judges panel.

As the song came to an end he stood up and clapped wildly for her.

They slowly went down the line, giving her feedback. Simon started. "That was great sweetie, you sound amazing, but I'm not sure it's enough to advance you to the next round. Singing is a nice talent but we're looking for something bigger."

Michael frowned as the other judges agreed, telling her that she did great but that it just wasn't enough.

When it got to Michael he shook his head, "I have to politely disagree with the judges. I think that you have a beautiful talent that it’s more than just your amazing voice. I think your real talent is your bravery, Nadia. What I think my friends here are missing is that it takes a lot of guts to stand in front of so many people at your age and to perform. And even more courage to get back up when you're knocked down. I think that's not something that everyone can do, especially a kid your age. And for that reason, I would really love to see you continue in this competition... so..." He reached over and slammed the golden buzzer.

Gold confetti rained down on the stage as her face lit up with pure joy. She jumped up and down as her dad came running out on stage, scooping her up in a tight hug. Michael smiled at the sight, slowly making his way up the stairs to congratulate her.

Her dad gently placed her down, and she ran straight into Michael's arms, hugging him tightly. Her dad gave him an appreciative nod as Michael wrapped her up in a hug. When he pulled back she was beaming ear to ear. Michael patted her head, "You have a very special light, don't let anyone take that away from you."

She nodded, hugging him again as the crowd behind them cheered wildly. Michael didn't care if people thought he was biased because she sang one of his songs, all that mattered was that she felt uplifted and good about herself.

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𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 ➊➎

Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: Michael causing problems with his biopic cause no one meets his standard when it comes to portraying you. Content/Warnings: Modern Au, Michael Lives, Gramps!Michael, Michael causing problems, fluff, Michael loves his wife <3 W.C. 900

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 Part 11 Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15 (Current)

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Yet another gorgeous young woman stood in the middle of the small audition room. She stood next to Jaafar, the two in the middle of a fake side for the movie.

The casting table held a small line of 5 people. Kimberly Hardin, the head of casting for the biopic, sat beside Michael. Antoine sat on the other side of him, trying to get a read on Michaels opinions. Two of the producers sat at the very ends of the table, looking entirely over everything.

𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 ➊➍

Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: Michael and Chris have been in the midst of a prank war since the two first met. Michael decides to invite Chris over for dinner in order to get back at him for a water balloon prank 2 weeks ago. And of course, you're his accomplice as always. Content/Warnings: Modern Au, Michael lives, Gramps!Michael, Michael and Chris being besties, pranking, fluff, short and sweet W.C. 600

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 Part 11 Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 (Current), Part 15

Michael jumped up and down in excitement. Eagerly watching the window with a boyish grin on his face. Michael had invited Chris over for dinner, and of course there was always a prank involved.

Michael absolutely adored Chris, he had been there for Michael when almost no one else had been. For a long time, it was just you and Chris keeping Michael steady, especially when things had gotten bad.

Chris was Michael's absolute best friend, and always got a burst of energy whenever the guy was around or even mentioned. It was honestly really cute to see, even when it felt like you were babysitting the two of them. But the look on Michael's face made all of it worth it.

The prank war had started when Chris pranked Michael on the set of You Rock My World, and had been going on since. That's right, the war has been going on now for almost 25 whole years. And of course, you were always roped into helping Michael pull off some silly prank.

Which is exactly what you found yourself doing right now. Michael had positioned you behind the front door, the spray bottle in hand. The plan was to use the fart spray directly on Chris the second he walked in. Michael was at the window, ready to signal you whenever the man opened the door.

Chris never actually knocked, he just came in with some silly punch line or Michael themed joke.

"Okay! He's here!! He's gettin out of the car, are you ready?" Michael called out to you.

"Yup, I'm in position!" You called back, biting back a smile.

"Okay... not yet... almost... okay now!"

The door opened and you quickly sprayed 3 evil pumps of the fart spray right on Chris.

"SHAMON- Gawd almighty, the fuck is that?!" Chris leaped away from you, plugging his nose.

Michael immediately appeared behind him, "Boo!"

Chris let out a loud shriek and jumped up like a scaredy cat. Michael doubled over in laughter, wheezing as Chris practically gagged at the smell.

"Jesus, Mike! What the fuck is that?! It smells awful, what'd you spray on me, woman!?" Christ turned to you, face contorted in disgust.

You held your hands up in defense, "Hey don't look at me, this was Mikey's idea, blame him."

Chris narrowed his eyes at the grown ass man doubling over in fits of giggles before snatching the spray out of your hands and aiming it at Michael.

Michael screamed and dodged the first spray, making a break towards the kitchen. Chris followed him hot on his trail, "Mike! Get your ass over here!"

You sighed, watching the two run around. Your daughter looked over the railing from the top of the stairs, shaking her head. "Boys..."