glamour

⋆ hi, i'm jam! 21+ 👋🏽 southasian/arab+fem. brown and unbothered. 🇹🇿

i've loved mj ever since i was a kid, this blog centres around him a lot. however, i love everything retro and vintage throughout the 50s to 80s. i write so much about mj because he keeps my brain whirring. i’m at the lab doing medicine trials with a prompt on my mind. this is a taste of my brain on the writing side.

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you love to run my money?

dangerous m. jackson x spoiled reader. michael definetely has a habit of spoiling you. there are times he'll give you an allowance just to treat yourself and show him what you got.

he loves messing with you, teasing the playful idea of cutting your allowance. he loves to mess with you.

some headcanons. this has established relationships, fluffy contents, generally fluffy with some teasing wordplay.

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michael who worships the sight of your face beaming up at the idea of going to your favored stores and treating yourself to an evening's worth of pampering.

michael who's adamantly gesturing to the space in front of the bed, lingering patiently for you to demo all the new pieces of clothes, jewelry, and shoes just for him.

michael loves seeing your taste profile expand with each little getaway to the shopping centers. he's pointing out new finds, watching how you explain each choice, and how they pair up with something different. he loves to see the grin on your lips.

michael who's teasing you endlessly about wearing his money. the two of you could be sitting at a restaurant, michael's trailing his foot to tap on the tip of your shoe, fetching your attention.

y'like wearing my money, don't you?

he's motioning to your outfit, pointing out the bracelets, necklace, rings, and dress. a telling smirk on his face.

michael...

michael makes sure to make you feel like a star. he'll take photographs of your carefully constructed outfits, asking you to pose for the camera. it serves as a reminder of your timeless beauty and how perfect you look dressed in his money.

michael, who insists on your accommodation to rehearsals, sound checks, anything—only if you're wearing something of his. it's a wordless affirmation to the world, really. he knows you love feeling like you're all his.

michael tests the waters once every blue moon, to see how your face twists with a whine slipping from your lips, the second he's saying no to your little inquiry about shopping. he's telling you that you have enough, you can't fathom that.

michael watches how riled up it gets you, the pout on your lips while you're murmuring things under your breath. he loves to see it, just for a few minutes. soon enough, he's calling you over to sit pliantly on his knee, arms wrapping around his neck.

i'm just playin' with you, gorgeous. i got all the space in the world for you.

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jealousy isn't pretty!

bad m. jackson x popstar reader. you're a groundbreaking new artist who claimed your rise to fame smack down in the middle of michael's career. sweeping the titles, you managed to get one of your singles to pass his.

the two of you have been dating for a year prior, michael assisting you through your career, and you doing the same. however, when ties start to diverge in the industry, and you're anointed to events michael isn't exclusive to, michael can't help but feel a little jealous, even though he can't be there with you and knows why. this blurb contains established relationships, jealous thinking, and unhealthy mindsets.

a little blurb, not a full fic.

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why is it a big deal to you all of a sudden?

lingering over the vanity, you were putting on your earrings and , picking them from a small porcelain dish. michael's contemplation from the mirror glared at you, as if this mattered more than it was supposed to.

it's not a big deal, s'just unfortunate.

unfortunate how, michael?

turning, you caught his gaze. michael's eyes were trailing over your dress. the low-cut, bodycon dress adorned with jewels that glistened bashfully on your qualities.

he couldn't help but feel jealous, as if he knew everyone's eyes were on you, people who had zero business marveling you the way he could.

michael knew you weren't attending parties out of malice; they were characteristic to your career, just as he attended numerous awards and promotions.

just wish i was there with you, s'all. nothing you're doing wrong.

narrowing your eyes, his words did not seem sincere, as if he were avoiding a bigger picture, sidestepping something to keep you from reacting.

you jealous?

michael's eyes widened, as if insulted by the thought. a smile creased his lip as he laughed and shook his head.

noticing your stoic, scrutinizing gaze, michael stared.

i mean, look at you, baby. m'proud, yes, s'just,

just.

holding your palm towards michael, the words paused on the tip of his tongue. he pursed his lips, watching how you tut your head, turning away.

jealousy doesn't look good on you, y'know?

a breath, michael's eyes caught yours in the mirror. brows furrowed with an impulse to speak over you, cut you off. even though he knew its reality, envy still lingered in the back of his mind.

i have to go. let's just talk later.

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it's hard to get boundaries right.

mature m. jackson x reader. it's natural for relationships to have their moments. some aren't so pretty. raw, unfiltered, messy arguments led themselves to a bitter argument. one thing that didn't cross your mind was how it really got to michael.

i know i just gave you guys fluff. but this is angst. haha. this drabble contains established relationships, communication issues, angst with comforting endings.

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Emotions naturally overtook you, enough to warrant an unnatural, different reaction. With clenched fists and tight muscles, you raised your voice dauntingly towards Michael.

In the moment, you weren't thinking.

For a second, the sight of Michael's hands shaking drew you out of your outburst. Evidently, you could catch the uncertainty coursing within his movements.

How he abruptly pivoted away from you, pacing down the hall with his head hung low.

Michael's demeanor seemed frenzied, as if he knew nothing better than to storm off before he said something equally heartbreaking. The abrupt bang of the door shook the ground, only feeding into your guilt as Michael walked away.

"Michael, wait," you felt a twist in your gut. A sensation of shame right after the adrenaline leaves your body.

A sense of immediate culpability drove you bolt after him, hands finding the doorknob and twisting. The door didn't budge, earning a breathy sigh from your lungs.

Fear struck you, prompting you to knock twice.

"Please," Michael's voice called. "I'm busy." He whispered, the telltale signals of hurt laced in each word. Hesitantly, you called out.

"I'm sorry."

The guilt made you hold your tongue, quelling more of what you had been close to saying. Michael didn't react.

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Given time alone, you spent hours cleaning already spotless countertops and sweeping floors repeatedly. Distracting your mind from the shame that replayed continuously.

The disappointment intensified the longer it went on. There was no reasonable excuse for your actions; Michael didn't deserve such treatment.

The realization that you had lashed out at someone who would do anything for you only emerged afterward. In the moment, frustration clouded your perception of Michael's intentions.

Yet, you couldn't help but feel disappointed in yourself, as causing him pain was never your intention.

"Hey." Michael's voice caught you by shock, prompting you to turn on your heel. Before you had any chance to step closer, he crossed his arms over his chest and sighed.

"Hey," you whispered, the sentiment of remorse weighing heavily in your bones. Michael could sense it off you from the bedroom; he heard each clatter of silverware, plates, and the whirring of the vacuum for hours.

Swallowing, your eyes met his. Michael's eyes weren't filled with hate. Far from it, he seemed open. Understanding, yet caught by surprise. Still, as if it happened in the moment.

"Please, don't bash yourself." Michael began, his voice direct. Not demanding, more as if he were reiterating an unspoken boundary.

Respect.

"I know you didn't mean to do that," he sighed, averting his eyes from yours. "Which is why I'm not mad, yeah? S'just not something you do, what'd I do? You don't gotta yell."

Tears welled in your eyes, compelling you to stare down at your feet while you ran your palms down the fabric of your pants. Nodding, you brought a hand to wipe the tears away. It didn't feel right to cry, but you were ashamed.

Michael didn't hesitate before stepping closer, hating to see tears disarray the perfection on your features. Tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, he sighed and brushed his thumb at the wet streaks of tears.

"M'sorry, I don't know what to say. I don't have an excuse. I don't." The words left your mouth in shaky incriminations, probing to find the next. "And," you swallowed thickly, shaking your head.

"I don't know why I yelled at you."

A guileless certitude, you couldn't glance into his eyes. As much as Michael redirected your stare to his, you bit down on your bottom lip, trembling.

"I'm not asking you to explain yourself..." Michael's voice dropped to a whisper, cupping your cheeks in his palms. Finally, you locked eyes with his and sucked in a breath.

You'd felt as if you were to lose Michael in the heat of the moment, you didn't want that again.

"I just want you to understand."

A pause, you exhaled deeply.

"I understand. M'sorry."

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hi! i appreciate the kind words about my blog! i only flourish this much because of all my mutuals + the other mj blogs that post and give me the utmost inspiration and feeling of being apart of this fandom!! :-)

Mj with a reader who loves childish things like him?

Maybe she also had a rough childhood and they really connect together on that

Like Imagine mj offers her to go to Disney with him and she nearly squeals bc shes so excited X3 gimme that fluff it heals my soul

I'll leave the era to your choice bc I feel like this would be cute in any era

a fun little vacation.

thriller m. jackson x reader. anon explains the gist. you both have been dating for only two months, so this is all very newly natural. one thing i need to see more of is thriller era michael absolutely giggling about adoring disney and all those fun, childhood things. ahh...

this is so freaking cute. this drabble contains new relationships, fluff, and just…fluff. fluff, fluff, fluff.

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"Y'don't find it weird?"

Michael's eyes met yours, disbelief written all over his features. He didn't mean to place an impression on your judgment, but he couldn't help but feel a little shy when you caught him watching Peter Pan.

"I love Peter Pan! I was Tinkerbell for Halloween," smiling, the immediate change in Michael's demeanor made you giggle quietly.

"Really?"

Michael turned to the screen, then to you. Nodding, you sat down on the carpeted floor and cozied up beside him. "Y'didn't tell me you liked Peter Pan…" Whispering, Michael nudged your shoulder with a playful grin.

The two of you erupted into a fit of laughter, soon to be followed by what felt like hours of sharing. Michael pointed out each second of the film, as if he knew it by heart.

Just as Michael's fear of judgment prompted him to keep it to himself, you were the same way.

These things were childish, many would argue.

Soon enough, Michael brought out a lot of his collectibles. Toys, puzzles, books. All of it.

Lying on your stomachs, you and Michael went back and forth over a puzzle, laughing about random things that brought back memories of your youth.

All the things the two of you appeared to hold sincerely in your hearts despite adulthood.

"Shoulda told me you liked this stuff sooner..." Michael whispered, meeting your eyes for a second before wrapping his arms around you. "Yeah? What would've changed?"

Snickering, Michael pressed a kiss on your forehead. He flashed you a silly little grin. The exact face he made when he thought about some crazy idea.

"Mikey? What're you thinking about, huh?" With a little flirt of your finger on the tip of his nose, Michael batted your hands away with a laugh.

"I'm thinking...let's go to Disney! I wanna go, what d'ya think?"

Staring at Michael blankly for a second, your eyes were wide. You were close to jumping his bones with excitement.

"Of-freaking-course!"

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It felt as if you and Michael understood eachother on a deeper level than expected. Giggling, marveling at every characteristic of the parks and pointing out your favorite things.

A day packed with smiles that never left your lips.

Michael urged it after discovering your resemblances, and you couldn't be more fortunate than to have the same with him.

The fond memories of comfort were embodied in the moment, a new memory you'd cherish forever.

"You having fun?" Michael would ask, nudging your shoulder with the sweetest smile on his face. The excitement bubbling inside of him beaming. Eagerly, you nodded your head with a tight-lipped smile.

"That's good, gorgeous. Y'deserve the world."

Those words made you melt, prying all the shyness from the depths of your mind, alleviating the nervousness.

Instances like these proved what originality earned, a new genuine avenue of understanding broadening you and Michael's relationship.

The feeling made you warm, and you could see the same result in Michael's demeanor. "I love you." Whispering, you brushed your fingertips against Michael's hand, interlocking your fingers.

From sunrise to sundown, Michael invited you into his heart, sharing the moment with his one and only.

Rushing after him, the two of you were giggling in eachother's arms while you stared at the starry sky, soon to envelop in fireworks, painting the sky in gorgeous hues and patterns.

Leaning into Michael's hold, you kissed the side of his cheek.

Michael didn't hesitate before he whispered endearing words, gently tilting your chin to meet his lips, kissing you sweetly.

With a clear, comforted mind, you couldn't help but pull back, giggling and covering your mouth. Looking at Michael, you immediately sprang forward to wrap your arms around him, squeezing him in a tight embrace.

It took Michael by surprise, yet he didn't hesitate lifting you off your feet, causing you to gasp.

"I love you more, my princess."

You were truly loved.

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afterward, it's a lot of adrenaline. michael knows you're somewhere backstage, the second he's off, he's rushing into your arms and the first thing he does is kiss you on the lips.

it catches you by surprise, but he's pulling you aside because he really needed some of your affection. you're laughing under your breath, murmuring things like: m'not going anywhere, mike! what're you all lovey for?

time with and without you.

dangerous era m. jackson x reader headcanons. just something short. this is kind of circulating around when he's on tour and how reader might be there with him or at home. just a bunch of mind worms i had to share.

he misses you bunches, you can't help but feel special!

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michael who's catching a glimpse of your figure from the wings of the stage, knows your eyes are on him; he knows you're watching. during brief intermissions, you're locking eyes with a big grin on your faces.

michael doesn't wait for you to come to him when he's done performing. the second he's off that stage and in his dressing room, he's hugging all over you. even if you're groaning at the sweatiness. he knows you love it secretly.

michael makes sure to bring you back something from the city he was in: trinkets, photos, everything. while he's having some time to himself, he's scoping pieces that remind him of you. it's the part that makes distance a little less lonesome.

michael picks up the phone to call you at the first opportunity. sometimes you can't shake him into hanging up. he's talking your ear off, coercing more and more of a conversation out of you just to hear your voice.

don't you have something important to do?

what, i can't be on the phone with my one and only?

i don't wanna keep you up, silly.

mm, y'don't wanna let me go, don't you?

shut up, mikey.

michael who makes sure he's documenting the time away from you solely so he can sit down and share it the second he's home. anything to keep you in the loop, so you feel like you were not with him.

michael makes sure to remember the good parts of places he's been, so he can use them as a surprise vacation/weekend visit with you, so you can experience what he got to.

michael who can't ever pry himself away from you when he's finally done touring. he's whispering in your ear, playfully demanding that you come with him the entire time in the future.

michael loves having you at sound checks or rehearsals if you have the time. that's when things get stressful and crowded, so when he gets a break, he can feel some relief with you.

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I feel like he'd be really touched by that, that man is my muse

i didn’t know i looked so beautiful to you!

otw m. jackson x reader. anon says the most of it. you’ve always had a fond enjoyment towards art. it took a bit to convince michael to sit for you while you drew him. the entire time, michael couldn’t help but feel a little anxious and embarrassed.

this drabble contains established/new relationships, insecurity/body issues, reassurance, comfort, fluff and kisses.

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"Draw me?”

Michael pointed a finger at himself, eyes furrowed in disbelief.

"Yes. Draw you."

His unsure, skeptical demeanor made him feel as if this were some joke. Of course, he knew your motives weren't malicious; he couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious.

No matter how many times he'd gotten reassured, praised, or complimented on his looks, Michael couldn't ever bring himself to believe it. The moment you adamantly held a blank canvas, pencils, and pens for him to see, Michael's stomach twisted in on itself.

"You're gorgeous, I mean it."

Sitting down in front of him, the canvas settled in your lap while you began to freehand a base sketch.

"Baby, let me do this. You don't see how gorgeous you are. Let me draw you,"

"C'mon, really…y'don't have to." Michael sounded as if he were pleading, which only made you put up a finger. A few minutes went by, and you could start to see Michael's fidgeting growing more and more prominent.

Flicking your gaze to meet his, he immediately went still.

"What're you so worried about, hm? I'm already thinking this has to be framed."

Michael sighed, shaking his head with a gentle smile.

"I wanna see..."

Shaking your head, you were intently working on the outlines of his facial features. It gave you Abe excuse to really scrutinise Michael’s face, something you loved to do.

“Mm-mm…” Humming, you shook your head. A defeated exhale slipped from his lips, trying to hold his posture.

After what felt like hours, you were finally done.

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“This is really what you see of me?”

Michael’s hands were shaking; he felt so many emotions all at once. His fingertips grazed the canvas carefully, fingers pointing out the fine details.

“Of course, baby…you’re gorgeous. I mean that. Inside and out,” laughing softly, you pressed a kiss against his cheek.

Michael couldn’t hold himself before he set the canvas down, gently lifting it on display before he cupped your cheeks, drawing you close.

It caught you off guard, causing you to giggle endlessly while he peppered your face all over in kisses.

“Michael!” Grinning, you couldn’t squirm out of Michael’s grasp while he kissed you.

Soon enough, his lips pressed against yours. Michael’s arms wrapped around your waist, rubbing his palms down your hips.

After a few long seconds, Michael pulled away and stared at you adoringly. Every moment he’d gaze at you like that, you couldn’t help but wonder what went on in his mind.

“I love you, baby. Thank you. Didn’t know I could look so good.” Playfully, Michael’s hand slid to your waist, squeezing. “I’ll make it up to you, how ‘bout that?”

“We’ll see how artistic you can get.”

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dangerous m. jackson x reader. honestly, the sight of michael's tense posture always made you frown. you'd stare at the full-sized glass of body oil on the nightstand staring at you each night.

ty @luvingkiku for the inspo in the anons. this pic fine as hell. i might do more with it because i know i just kinda made it a completely different context. but i need more of this era period.

after one of michael's shows, you welcome him with some tlc. as in a really, shockingly professional massage. this drabble contains established relationships, physical care/touch, comfort, and so much fluff!

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michael overworked himself to the utmost levels of perfection. in his mind, the deep rooted nature of performance compelled him to be the best of the best.

with a mindset like that, michael oftentimes found himself lacking the necessary tools to guide through the rough patches.

sore muscles, restless nights, crowded schedules—they overlapped with michael’s self-care.

self-care found itself dodging all around michael’s life.

the sight of the full-sized glass of body oil stared back at you on the counter for what seemed like days.

baby, you awake?

a soft whisper from the door stirred you, turning your attention to michael.

he looked fantastic, absolutely striking as usual.

m’wake, yeah…c’mere.

michael’s brows furrowed at the sight of you pushing the covers from your body, walking over to him. at first, he wanted to protest. your hands came to his, gently squeezing.

let me take care of you, yeah? got no business doing all that work without a reward.

persistently, you had little to no shame with guiding michael to the foot of the bed. your hands snaked up his chest, helping him undress.

you don’t gotta do anything for me, baby…past your bedtime, ain’t it?

michael couldn’t help but stare at you in awe, he loved how your nose scrunched up with each tut of your head.

playfully batting your fingers against his chest, you giggled to yourself.

gonna give you the best massage ever, don’t worry about me…

bringing your palms to press against the sides of michael’s cheeks, you drew him in for a light kiss. your lips found his in a warm, familiar embrace that you’d cherish forever.

michael had the habit of deepening just about any kiss with you. it wasn’t until you moved your head back, catching the frown on his lip.

go lay down, now. wipe that look of your face.

michael’s giggles were what made you think of how lucky you were.

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god, your hands are like magic.

michael groaned, able to relax his body under your touch. the muscles in his back needed extra work, and the moment you got to his legs, the sigh that came from his lips made you work extra hard.

y’think so?

a smirk was on your face, your forearms dragging up his back in long strokes. all to alleviate the tension between the muscles bit by bit.

judging by michael’s response, he lifted his head slightly to glance back at you.

i know so. you got a secret masseuse license?

that made you laugh out loud, snickering while you rubbed at his shoulders.

you didn’t even have a background in this, you seemed to work extra hard out of love.

thirty minutes felt like two hours, and an hour felt like four. to your surprise, michael eventually stirred himself to sleep despite trying to make small-talk.

the quiet, gentle breaths from him made you smile to yourself.

for what felt like months, you finally got to see michael sleep so peacefully again. without stirring in any awkward positions or on a time crunch.

you were quick to wash your hands and slip right into bed beside him.

thank you, baby…

michael’s hands shifted to wrap around your waist, drawing your body closer to his. before you had a chance to call him out on being awake, michael’s fingers were tracing against your skin in delicate strokes.

soon enough, that brought the both of you to a good night’s sleep.

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