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"she's blonde and she's bisexual" michael what does this mean 😭😭

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Nine months of home videos
Pairing: Michael x reader
Content: in which every month of your pregnancy Michael records a new video
Video one, month one.
“Michael! I'm not even showing yet!” The camera panned out, your hand covering the lens, yet it still caught the smile on your face.
“I know, I know… I'm just so happy.” There was a slight shake in his voice, like he was on the verge of tears as he zoomed in, the camera shaking slightly as he let it fall to your stomach. The light from the morning sun sent a ray through the kitchen window that seemed like a sign from the heavens.
The soft sound of breathing filled the room. The camera caught every bit of the pure silence before cutting out.
"everyone should get more aromantic" can appeal to tumblr's sensibilities but I genuinely think everyone should also get more asexual. I don't mean everyone stop having sex, what I mean is
Sex is not essential. You can live without it. Full stop.
Not having sex isn't shameful or a sign of failure. It also doesn't make anyone boring.
You are not entitled to having sex with anybody and nobody is entitled to having sex with you.
Sex is not what makes someone an adult.
Nobody's worth is defined by how much sex they have or don't have.
Sex is not equally important to everyone.
You can have fulfilling and happy relationships without sex.
You should only have sex on your own terms, not because you feel like you owe it to someone, or because you feel like you'd be incomplete without it.
Know your boundaries around sex and be firm about them. Know how to respect other people's boundaries.
The previous point also applies when it comes to discussing sex. If someone doesn't wanna talk about it or hear about it you have to back down.
Anything can be sexual but not everything has to be sexual.
welcome home
pairing: reader x michael (married life) (pure fluff) sfw! 1.5k
description: bringing your newborn home to neverland. ugh, i could cry!
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the soft rumble of gravel began to grow louder as your car rolled further into the gates of neverland ranch. the ride up until this point had been so quiet and motionless that you lulled into a half-sleep state. when the car stopped at the security checkpoint, you gently shifted your right arm and looked over. you'd managed to stay perfectly still the entire trip as your palm rested on your newborn's belly, her tiny fingers wrapped tightly around your thumb. she was sleeping in small, steadied breaths. you kept asking yourself how she fit in your tummy just three days ago. as you admired her, a larger rock appeared in the road, causing the car to bump upward and your baby's eye to twitch.
"almost there, bubs," you whispered. you were mainly speaking to yourself and your husband sitting on the other side of the car seat, seemingly leaning over toward the driver and glaring at him through his shades. it was almost comical to you how serious he was being, never once cracking a smile to anyone other than you and the baby. you'd given up asking if he was okay to which he continuously replied "just wanna get my girls home," with a stern expression. neither of you were expecting to stay at the hospital so long and although everything turned out to be fine, the slight deviation in plans spooked you both.
you were eager to get home after having the most personal experience in such a sterile place. you originally wanted a home birth. you wanted the entire thing to be contained in one perfect little bubble, only including your closest loved ones in the home you'd built for your own family. your baby would only know love from the moment she took her first breath. it gave a real presence to the 'magical' aspect of neverland ranch that you and michael always referred to.
"it'll be like the center of her universe," you described to him, all doe-eyed and flushed at eight weeks. michael loved the idea. you spent most of the first few nights in the dark rambling on about the silly stories you would tell your baby, how she was the queen of neverland and willed everything to be there just by existing in the world.
Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29 1958 - June 25 2009)
To honor this memory today, for anyone who wants or feels like they want to talk to Mr. Michael Jackson, I'll roleplay for you and I promise I'll act just like him. This is for honoring his memory only. Please do not think ill of my action to roleplay our Legend cause portraiting him in roleplaying isn't anything like pretending and living like him. Nothing of it. I only do it cause we all somehow wanted to speak to him at least one time. So whoever wants to speak with me roleplaying MJ feel free. Even anons. You are all welcome. From wherever place you are I wish you a wonderful day, noon, afternoon and night. God bless you all!! MICHAEL JACKSON IS NUMBER ONE AND HE ALWAYS LOVED US. Rest in peace LEGEND.

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rest in peace, angelface. The world was cruel to you, yet your heart held on strong. May your next life be one of liberty, kindness, prosperity, healthy, and good. You were a guiding light for humanity that the darkness tried to dim, yet you glowed bright and continued to fight. Rest well, Michael Joseph Jackson, for you deserve peace more than anything. We miss you. ❤️🙏🪽
We Miss You
The world treated him so unfairly, they took a beautiful soul and took him granted. He was so beyond his time in so many ways, and 17 years ago we lost someone who was so willing to be there for others. I wish people had been there for him like he was for us. While today is hard for a lot of people, myself included, we should still celebrate all that he accomplished in his life. He was a successful black man, who broke through so many limitations that were set up to make him fail. He was an activist, who to this day holds the record for most charities supported by a popstar. It's important to keep spreading love the way he did, to keep working for the things we love, and to keep talking about the things that are important to us. We all miss you, Michael.
I am going to put out a fic today, part 8 of the retired life series. For me, it's a what I wish he had gotten. It's the kind of life he actually deserved. If you guys are having a hard day, know you're not alone, and please take care of yourselves.
We Miss You
The world treated him so unfairly, they took a beautiful soul and took him granted. He was so beyond his time in so many ways, and 17 years ago we lost someone who was so willing to be there for others. I wish people had been there for him like he was for us. While today is hard for a lot of people, myself included, we should still celebrate all that he accomplished in his life. He was a successful black man, who broke through so many limitations that were set up to make him fail. He was an activist, who to this day holds the record for most charities supported by a popstar. It's important to keep spreading love the way he did, to keep working for the things we love, and to keep talking about the things that are important to us. We all miss you, Michael.
I am going to put out a fic today, part 8 of the retired life series. For me, it's a what I wish he had gotten. It's the kind of life he actually deserved. If you guys are having a hard day, know you're not alone, and please take care of yourselves.
Tomorrow…
I ain’t ready…..
June 25th marks the day we lost the earths greatest entertainer. Michael Joseph Jackson was a kind and pure soul, he was humble, loving, caring and gave nearly a billion dollars to charities, organizations, orphanages, schools, hospitals, individuals who were ill and the disabled. He gave so much to the world only for Us to turn our backs. We ALL failed him. He died thinking that we hated him. Tomorrow is a sad day and one most of the people of the world remember. So I am here to say thank you Michael Jackson for trying to heal the world that was too broken. If He were alive today I would tell him how much he this messed up world never and will never deserve him. He was the greatest. He was kind and trusting and caring and we fail him.so I just want to thank Michael, I want to thank him for saving my life, waking me up to the injustice of this world.
like I said I ain’t ready for tomorrow.
thank you for reading, (it lowkey sucks but ANYWAY)
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happy father’s day to the man who was born to be a dad 🩷🩷🩷
HAPPY TOMAN DAY!!! Today is the day toman was founded, truly an iconic moment and gang!
Fatherly Love or Grooming ?
In Diabolik Lovers, many relationships are built upon possession, dependency, and emotions distorted far beyond ordinary standards. Unsurprisingly, the relationship between Yui and her adoptive father, Seiji, is no exception.
Unlike the other male characters, Seiji did not enter Yui’s life as a potential romantic partner. He entered it as her father.
Seiji raised Yui from infancy.
He taught her.
He cared for her.
He was the only family she knew throughout her childhood.
For a long time, many fans viewed Seiji’s feelings for Yui as purely paternal. However, as the series progressed—especially with the release of More Blood, Dark Fate, and Lost Eden—that interpretation began to show cracks.
What the canon presents suggests that Seiji’s feelings extend beyond the responsibilities of a father.
They contain genuine affection, but also control.
Protection, but also possession.
They begin as familial love, yet end somewhere that the simple label of “father and daughter” can no longer fully explain.
🔒 Yui in Seiji’s Heart 🔒
After Richter took Cordelia’s heart and implanted it into the body of an abandoned infant, that child was entrusted to Seiji’s care.
That child would later become Yui.
To Seiji, Yui was not his biological daughter. Yet that never mattered.
In a diary entry shown in the anime (Episode 1 Ss 1), he wrote:
"Yui brings me happiness. The fact that she is not my biological daughter does not matter. Every day, I give thanks for this precious gift."
A short sentence, yet it reveals a great deal.
Yui was never merely an adopted child.
She was his happiness (Ruki MB Epilogue).
His gift.
The most precious thing in his life.
At first glance, this can easily be interpreted as a father’s love. The issue is that, over time, Yui gradually became the emotional center of Seiji’s entire existence.
He lived for her.
Protected her.
Built his life around her.
And, perhaps unknowingly, placed the entire meaning of his life upon the existence of a single person.
That is a dangerous foundation.
Because when one person becomes someone else’s entire world, love can easily transform into dependency.
🔑 The Way He Raised Her 🔑
Seiji did not simply raise Yui—he constructed an idealized image of her.
One detail that is often overlooked is the lens through which he viewed her.
“Pure like the Virgin Maria” is arguably the standard by which Seiji raised Yui from childhood.
This is not how an ordinary father typically describes his daughter.
It suggests that, in Seiji’s eyes, Yui was more than just a child.
She was a symbol.
An embodiment of purity.
An ideal he wished to preserve.
And this is the key issue.
When we love a person, we accept that they will change.
When we love an idealized image, however, we often cannot tolerate any change that threatens that image.
Seiji loved Yui.
But he also loved the version of Yui he had created in his mind.
A well-behaved girl.
Pure.
Faithful.
Always by his side.
Belonging neither to the world of vampires nor to anyone else.
Like the perfect devout lamb, Yui became the ideal that Seiji wanted her to remain.
📍Growing Up📍
The tragedy begins when Yui matures.
Once she becomes entangled in the world of vampires, everything begins to change.
What is important to note is that Yui never stopped loving her father.
She never betrayed him.
Never forgot him—she constantly worried about his safety even when she herself was suffering hard.
She never intentionally abandoned him.
What changed was that she grew up.
She developed her own choices.
Her own emotions.
Her own life.
And that was precisely what Seiji could not accept.
After returning to Japan, Seiji reunites with Yui in Azusa’s and Kanato’s routes in More Blood. By that point, he barely sees her as his daughter anymore.
Merely sensing the scent of vampires on her, he concludes that she has been corrupted. He loses control, draws a gun, and is prepared to kill her as though she were a monster.
In Dark Fate, he follows Ruki’s orders to target Kou and shows no mercy toward Yui when the two attempt to escape together, even pointing a gun at her.
In Lost Eden - Vampire End (Kino), Seiji strangles Yui in an attempt to kill her. In the same route’s Manservant End, he and the Church burn his adopted daughter alive.
What does this mean?
At first glance, it appears to stem from the convictions of a vampire hunter.
But the deeper issue lies elsewhere.
A father who loves his daughter unconditionally would try to understand the reasons behind her change.
Seiji instead chooses denial and attempts to kill her because he believes she has become "defiled."
Even Kou points this out:
(Dark Fate – Kou Ecstasy Prologue)
Seiji cannot accept who Yui has become.
He can only accept the version of Yui preserved in his memories.
The version he raised.
The version that belonged to his world.
When Yui ceases to be that girl, Seiji experiences it as a loss.
Her growth and independence represent an escape from his control.
The bird he once nurtured inside a cage can now spread its wings and fly away without relying on him.
To Seiji, that loss of control feels dangerous.
Yui never truly betrayed her father.
Theoretically, that is true.
Yet in terms of power dynamics, she did.
The Sakamaki brothers were always established as predators, while Yui was the prey. That boundary was clear from the beginning.
With Seiji, the boundary was trust.
Yui entered the vampire world as a dutiful daughter seeking guidance from her father.
When Seiji points a gun at her, attempts to kill her, or later seeks to marry her, he destroys the very foundation of safety and trust he spent seventeen years building.
It is a profound psychological betrayal—a classic abuse of trust.
✒️ Why Do I Believe Seiji Groomed Yui?
This is likely the most controversial part of the discussion.
To be clear, there is no scene in the original work where Seiji explicitly says:
"I raised Yui so I could marry her one day."
No such direct evidence exists.
However, what leads many people to associate this relationship with grooming is not Seiji’s original intention.
It is the structure of the relationship itself.
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First, we should briefly define grooming.
Grooming is a psychological and criminological term describing a process in which someone builds trust, dependency, or influence over another person—often a child or someone vulnerable—in order to manipulate, control, or exploit them later.
Grooming does not necessarily begin with abuse.
On the contrary, it often begins with actions that appear caring, protective, or loving.
Common characteristics include:
Building deep trust and attachment.
Becoming the most important person in the victim’s life.
Encouraging emotional dependency.
Isolating them from other sources of support.
Creating the belief that "only I truly understand and love you."
Maintaining a significant power imbalance.
Gradually normalizing boundaries that would once have been unacceptable.
A simple example:
An adult befriends a child, constantly buys gifts, listens to all their worries, and becomes the center of their emotional world. Years later, that person turns the relationship romantic or exploits the dependency for personal gain.
That is a textbook example of grooming.
Seiji raised Yui from the moment she was an infant.
He taught her how to view the world.
He determined her environment.
He was the most powerful authority figure in her life.
Yui grew up inside a world created by Seiji.
To her, he was simultaneously:
A father.
A protector.
A guide.
A family.
Throughout Season 1 and Haunted Dark Bridal, Yui consistently views Seiji as an admirable yet strict father.
The way she speaks of him throughout the early story demonstrates just how profound his influence was. Even after being sent into what she experiences as a living nightmare, she never blames him.
Instead, she continues to trust him completely.
This suggests that Yui’s worldview was anchored almost entirely around Seiji.
Furthermore, small details such as Yui’s poor familiarity with mobile phones (Lost Eden – Kino) or her lack of knowledge about idols (More Blood – Kou/Subaru), despite idols being a part of Japanese culture, subtly imply a disconnect from the outside world.
Though she is a teenager, she has little exposure to phones, television, or broader society.
Her understanding of life comes almost entirely through her father’s teachings. As a result, she often appears isolated from other girls her age.
When a child grows up in such isolation, the role of "father" can become a mechanism through which one person gains extraordinary influence over the child’s worldview.
In psychology, raising a child while limiting exposure to alternative perspectives can function as emotional isolation.
When Yui knows only "her father’s world," her morals, beliefs, and understanding of happiness become deeply intertwined with Seiji himself.
This mirrors one of the fundamental elements often discussed in grooming dynamics: the gradual establishment of a single authority figure as the primary reference point for the victim’s thoughts and values.
The power imbalance within the relationship is undeniable.
Yui is the dependent child.
Seiji is the authority.
From this perspective, one could argue that Seiji successfully shaped Yui’s worldview into one centered almost entirely around him.
Whether intentional or not, that imbalance becomes deeply significant when later developments are taken into account.
Most importantly, when Yui grows up, Seiji does not truly accept her independence.
He rejects her choices.
Rejects the people she loves.
Rejects the path she wishes to follow.
He repeatedly attempts to decide for her.
To pull her back into the life he believes is right.
And this is precisely why many readers see echoes of grooming and unhealthy emotional dependency within their relationship.
❗The Game Changes Everything❗
If earlier installments still allowed room for multiple interpretations, Lost Eden changes the landscape entirely.
Especially in Subaru’s Brute End.
In that ending, Seiji kills Subaru and marries Yui.
That fact alone makes it difficult to continue viewing their relationship as purely paternal.
These are not two adults who met later in life.
This is the man who raised her from infancy.
The man she called Father.
The man who occupied the parental role throughout her entire childhood.
And in the end, he becomes her husband.
What makes the situation even more controversial is Seiji’s wedding dialogue:
These are not the words of a father.
Nor the words of someone who has learned to let go.
They are the words of someone who has finally achieved what he has long desired.
Especially the phrase:
"Now you can truly become mine."
The language is intensely possessive.
It is not the language of protection.
It is the language of ownership.
A declaration that a long-held desire has finally become reality.
He does not speak like a father welcoming his daughter home.
He speaks like someone reaping the reward of a long-term investment.
Placed alongside the full history of their relationship, it becomes increasingly difficult to interpret Seiji’s feelings as merely paternal.
Why did Seiji choose marriage?
The answer can be summarized in two words: Binding ownership.
Rather than simply imprisoning Yui, marriage offers a more socially and emotionally secure way to keep her as his own.
Marriage is not the act of a father.
It is the act of someone who has waited years to claim what he believes belongs to him.
In Seiji’s mind, this distorted choice fills the void of his obsession by creating the reassurance that Yui finally belongs to him.
That marriage stands as the clearest evidence that Seiji failed as a father—at least in the moral sense—and succeeded as a possessor.
No matter how one interprets it, Seiji’s decision remains one of the most difficult aspects of his character for me, and for much of the fandom, to accept.
⁉️ Love, Obsession, or Ownership? ⁉️
This may be the most important question of all.
It would be difficult to argue that Seiji does not love Yui.
- He spent years caring for her.
- He found happiness in her.
- He suffered when he lost her.
- He could not let her go.
There is clearly love here. But is it healthy love? Probably not.
Healthy love requires respect for another person’s autonomy.
Seiji repeatedly denies Yui that autonomy.
He wants to choose for her.
To save her according to his own standards.
To keep her by his side regardless of her wishes.
In other words, Seiji loves Yui.
But he loves her in a way that cannot let go.
Cannot accept change.
Cannot accept that she belongs to a world beyond his control.
And that is precisely why his love gradually transforms into obsession.
Seiji Komori is one of the most tragic characters in Diabolik Lovers because he did not begin as a villain.
He loved Yui.
Cared for Yui.
Protected Yui.
But over time, that love became distorted by extreme faith, fear of loss, and an overwhelming need for control.
He could not accept Yui becoming an independent person.
He could not accept her right to choose her own path.
Nor could he accept her desire to define herself rather than follow the life he had envisioned for her.
And so, instead of letting her live her own life, he tried to keep her trapped within the world he had built around her since childhood.
For that reason, calling Seiji’s feelings simply paternal is far too simplistic.
Calling them ordinary romantic love is equally inaccurate.
Perhaps the most fitting description is a form of affection that began as sincere love, but gradually mutated into obsession, possessiveness, and a relationship that shares many characteristics people associate with grooming—especially when his ultimate desire was to marry the very daughter he had raised since infancy.
It is this mixture of love, salvation, control, and ownership that makes the relationship between Seiji and Yui one of the darkest and most complex dynamics in the entire series.
If Seiji’s love for Yui was truly nothing more than pure fatherly affection, then why did he become so extreme in his desire to possess her?
Why would a father choose to marry the daughter he raised?
And why would a father be willing to kill his own child simply because the ideal image he had created for her was shattered?
This is an article written from a personal perspective. It is not a fact; please do not misunderstand.
ִֶָ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚ with love | michael jackson ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚
pairing: !m.jackson x reader
synopsis: while michael is consumed by the making of dangerous, a discovery sparks an argument that reveals months of loneliness, hurt, and feeling forgotten.
cw: angst, diana ross
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ a/n: I had a dream that this was me the other night and I needed to write it down LMFAOOO but I wanted to write a little bit more anger and angst, but it was hard for me to do cause I was getting mad just think about the dedication 
dating michael during the making of dangerous sometimes felt like trying to catch a train that never stopped moving. when you first got together, you knew his life was busy. everyone knew that. he was michael jackson. there would always be tours, interviews, rehearsals, meetings, recording sessions. you accepted that before the relationship even started.
what you hadn’t expected was how easy it was to miss someone who was standing right in front of you. the album had taken over everything. it sat in piles across the apartment in the form of notebooks, lyric sheets, cassette tapes, and half-finished ideas scribbled onto whatever piece of paper happened to be nearby. michael carried it with him everywhere. sometimes you’d wake up in the middle of the night and find his side of the bed empty, only to discover him sitting at the piano in the dark with a tape recorder beside him.
he always looked guilty when he realized you’d found him, but you always told him it was okay because most of the time, it was. you loved seeing him excited about something. loved listening to him talk about new songs and hearing the pride in his voice when he played you something he was particularly happy with. there was something contagious about his enthusiasm. even when you didn’t understand half the technical things he was explaining, you loved watching him explain them
but somewhere along the way, the excitement started sharing space with something else.
loneliness.
it didn’t arrive all at once. it happened gradually. a canceled dinner here. a forgotten phone call there. evenings spent waiting for him only to get a message saying the session was running late. none of it seemed important enough to complain about individually. together, though, they began to feel heavier.
the day you found the cassette, you’d already been having one of those days. michael was in the living room on the phone with someone from the label, pacing back and forth while discussing release dates and promotional plans. his voice drifted through the apartment as you cleaned up the kitchen, absentmindedly organizing the clutter that seemed to multiply whenever he was working on an album.
a stack of papers sat near the counter, and beneath them was a cassette. you smiled when you picked it up, as it was remember the time. you remembered the first time he’d played it for you. he’d been practically bouncing with excitement, watching your reaction more than listening to the song itself.
without thinking much about it, you turned the cassette over.
the smile disappeared. written across the back in black marker were five simple words.
with love to diana ross.
for a moment, you just stared at them. you read them twice. then a third time.
the words didn’t change, they didn’t become less real the longer you looked at them. across the house, michael laughed at something the person on the phone had said.
the sound made you look up, then back down at the cassette. the uncomfortable feeling settling in your chest wasn’t really about diana ross. if you’d found the dedication six months earlier, maybe you would’ve reacted differently as you weren’t together. maybe you would’ve asked him about it, or maybe you would’ve laughed and teased him for being sentimental.
six months earlier, you weren’t constantly wondering whether there was actually room for you in a life that seemed to belong to everyone else.
by the time michael walked into the kitchen, the cassette was still sitting in your hands.
he noticed immediately.
“hey baby.” his smile appeared automatically, but then faded.
“what happened?”
you held up the cassette, and his eyes dropped to it. you slowly watched the realization hit him. he was concerned, and it was the kind of concern people get when they know they’ve accidentally stepped into a conversation they weren’t prepared to have.
“where’d you find that?”
“that’s your first question?” you let out a short laugh.
“baby—” michael’s expression tightened.
“where’d i find it?” the sharpness in your voice surprised both of you.
he stopped talking, and the kitchen suddenly felt much smaller than it had a minute ago.
“when exactly were you planning on mentioning this?” you looked back at the dedication that was on the cassette.
michael rubbed the back of his neck which was a nervous habit you’d come to know well.
“it’s not what you’re thinking.”
“then tell me what i’m thinking.
he opened his mouth, then closed it, and proceeded to try again. for a second, it looked like he was carefully choosing his words. unfortunately, he chose the wrong ones.
“she’s important to me... she's my mentor”
silence. the second the sentence left his mouth, you saw regret flash across his face.
he knew. immediately.
but it was too late.
you looked away before he could see how much that hurt, because suddenly you weren’t standing in a kitchen holding a cassette tape anymore. you were thinking about every missed dinner, every canceled plan, every time you’d convinced yourself not to be upset because he was busy. all the people who seemed to have pieces of him before you did.
“right.” your voice sounded distant.
“that’s kind of the problem.”
“what does that mean?” confusion flickered across his face.
you set the cassette down on the counter before you accidentally threw it.
“it means i’m tired, michael.”
he stared at you genuinely confused.
“tired of what?”
that hurt more than anything else because he truly didn’t know. he had no idea.
you looked at him for a long moment before shaking your head.
“seriously?”
the conversation unraveled after that. months of frustration came pouring out before you could stop it. you told him how lonely you’d been, how often you felt forgotten, how exhausting it was pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t
the more he talked, the more obvious it became that neither of you were discussing the same problem anymore. michael thought the argument was about diana ross, but you knew it wasn’t. the dedication had simply opened a door you’d been holding shut for months.
by the time the argument finally ran out of steam, the apartment had gone quiet. the sun had disappeared outside, and neither of you looked particularly angry anymore. just exhausted.
you grabbed your purse from the back of a chair. that finally made michael freeze.
“what are you doing?”
“i’m going home.”
the fear that crossed his face was immediate.
“don’t please.” the word came out so quickly it sounded almost instinctive. he took a step forward, his hands lifted slightly before falling back to his sides. like he wanted to reach for you but wasn’t sure he had the right.
“baby, don’t leave.”
for a second, your resolve wavered. because this wasn’t the superstar the world knew, it wasn’t the performer… it was just michael.
the man you’d spent months loving, the man who suddenly looked terrified. but the hurt was still there. staying wouldn’t make it disappear.
“i need some space.” you shook your head.
he looked down after hearing the words.
for the first time all evening, he didn’t argue, didn’t defend himself, didn’t try to explain. he just stood there. quiet.
when you reached the doorway, you glanced back one last time. the cassette still sat on the kitchen counter between you. hours ago it had seemed so important, now it looked almost meaningless. the real argument had never been about a dedication.
it had been about feeling forgotten.
the door closed softly behind you. michael remained standing in the kitchen long after the sound of your footsteps disappeared.
more jealous mike PLZZZ 🙏 you write him so well 🌝
your wish is my command ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ hope you enjoy this doll (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
♡₊˚ 🏆・₊✧𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥
♡ song of the year wasn't the only thing michael planned on claiming that night. ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ thrad!era ⟡ michael jackson x presenter!fem!reader

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lions, tigers, & bears
thriller!michael jackson x fem!reader
synopsis - you’re boyfriend michael was always one to suprise—so it wasn’t shocking when he bought you your very own furry friend.
content/warnings - totally pure fluff <3
type - oneshot/imagine
a/n - i came across the picture of michael with the black cat and i just haddddd to!! i hope you enjoy ♡
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⋆˚꩜。 hayvenhurst was practically it’s very own zoo. from the llamas, tiggers, deer, giraffes, birds, and his close-pal bubbles the chimpanzee, the home was quite the attraction.
one may not fully understand the reason behind all of the animals that michael jackson kept within the walls of his home, but you fully accepted every animal as your own. michael appreciated life to it’s fullness, and everything that came with it, which includes all of the animals. not only are they his friends, but they are a reminder to him to enjoy everything that life had to offer.
from the moment you met michael—until now, there have been numerous additions to the exhibit that parades the perimeter of hayvenhurst. so, when michael sought the opportunity to not only surprise you, but bring another friend into his home, he was absolutely over the moon
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“michael! look at them swim! they are just so cute—aren’t they?” you shouted to michael down the isle from you in the pet store.
after a pretty mellow afternoon in the calm, insouciant walls of michael’s home, he excitedly proposes a trip to the pet store after reading about a kind of bird he so desperately wanted to see, and possibly own. so alas, you found yourself exploring the noisy, and chaotic isles of the pet store while michael searched for the bird.
he walked over to where you had your head practically up on the glass, watching the fish swim back-and-forth.
“they are mesmerizing, angel. hey, look at that one!” michael pointed to the rainbowfish, “did you know that they are social creatures, and they actually thrive in aquariums like this, since they like to live in isolated bodies of water? i just read that the other day—pretty neat these things.” michael wrapped an arm around your waist, as you both gazed into the tank in awe at the fish.
“i didn’t know that actually, that really interesting.” you say, as you leaned your head on his shoulder.
you love that michael knows so much about animals. the first time you met him he was so excited to introduce you to all of his animals—and he did, with the biggest smile and that glow in his eye. you knew that michael was so different from many people; so loving and so passionate about things he loved. which, happen to be animals, and you.
suddenly, you snapped out of your trance-like state when you hear purring coming from the opposite isle. you quickly kept listening, and soon enough you were dashing from michael’s arms, following the noise you heard.
michael attempted to catch up to you, and when he finally does he found you stunned, gawking into the glass, at the sight of the smallest black cat he’s ever seen. the cat, curled up in a ball, purring as it’s eyes drifted in and out of sleep, looked like the most precious thing in your eyes.
“michael. she’s absolutely perfect.” you say, as you bend down to get a closer inspection on the tiny kitty. michael crouches down to meet your same level, as he reaches for you and tucks strands of hair from your forehead.
“she’s so little, baby. i never knew you liked cats.” he says while he stares at you more than the cat.
“i love them, i’ve always wanted one. and this precious angel is just dying to be taken home with someone.” you say as you drift your gaze from the cat onto your boyfriend.
“well, maybe we should take ‘er home-“ michael says, soon to be cut off from bill, who was guarding the place, making sure no one enters the reserved area.
“i’m sorry to interrupt, and i hope what you found what you were lookin’ for mike ‘cus we have to get moving. unfortunately you were spotted here ‘n it’s only a matter of time ‘for people start linin’ up.” says bill, as you and michael look at each other in disappointment. you both got up, understanding the situation and bill guided you both back to the car safe from any fans.
the drive back to hayvenhurst was clouded with you obsessing over the cat you were glaring at before you had to leave, “i swear michael! it’s like we connected. i want that cat. i need her.” you tell michael as an idea strikes his head.
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and now here michael was, in the backseat while bill drove him home from the pet store soon after you guys had visited it. however, michael was not alone. besides him, was an enclosed cage, with a familiar purr coming from it.
“i hope she loves it bill. i want her to be so surprised.” michael says, as his hands shuffle up and down his nervous legs. he knew you were back home waiting for him to come back home.
michael had told you something urgent had arose with him and quincy, so he had to go to quincy’s house and get it taken care of. in reality, michael was making a quick trip to the pet store to buy the kitten you fell in love with.
michael was so nervous all the way home, more excited than nervous, actually. he knew you would love it, and he was so anxious to be surprising you with it.
michael’s always surprising you with things, making sure his girl always feels loved and appreciated, since he’s on the road almost all of the time, or in the studio working on new lyrics. he wanted you to always be reminded that no matter the circumstances in his life, no matter the crazy concerts and tours, the intense pressure of being in the top charts, or working on new tunes, the one thing always in the front of his mind is you.
as the gates of hayvenhurst open, and welcome him into his home, he’s practically ready to jump out of the car and run to surprise you. the car suddenly comes to a stop, and michael is already out of the car grabbing the precious cargo, and making his way inside.
mindful to be careful and quiet, he slowly makes his way into the house and up the stares, hoping that the cage he’s carrying doesn’t start purring and ruin his surprise.
as he makes his way infront of his bedroom door. he knocks, and slightly cracks the door open to reveal you, on his bed, laying on your stomach reading a magazine.
“michael?” you say now sitting up from your last position on the bed, setting your reading material down.
“michael? why are you hiding behind the door come inside.” you say, as you slowly make you way up and towards his door to open it.
“wait!” michael lowly shouts in an almost whisper, careful to not spoil the surprise.
“i need you to close your eyes ‘f me.” he says, from the other side of the door.
“mikey, what are you hiding?” you ask as you ignore his demand.
“i-uh, i have a surprise for you, will you close your eyes for me sweet thing?” michael says calmly, as you close your eye and grant his wish.
“my eyes are closed, mikey. you can come in.” and as you finish your sentence, the door creeks open and michael in now standing infront of you, with your eyes closed, and he sets down the cage and opens it up, taking the black furr ball in his hands.
“okay, i want you to open them.” he says, as you open one eye first in uncertainty, than both at the same time.
your eyes land on his face first, than into what he has holding in his arms before you. “oh my goodness michael.” you say reaching your hands out to pet it in his arms.
he smiles, “yes angel, it’s the same cat you attached to at the pet store when we went.” he says, as you two share a loving stare.
you squeal, not too loud, but also not too quite either. “mikey! i can’t believe you did this!” you say in excitement, practically beaming as he passes the kitten from his arms to yours, cradling it in your hands.
it’s big green eyes stare up at you, while meowing, and purring up a storm. “i wanted to surprise you, i saw how much you adored this cat when we went, and i wanted to add another member to the family, so i went and picked it up. i always want you to have a reminder when i’m not here to tell you myself how much i love you and care about you. plus, she’s adorable isn’t she? her big eyes remind me of yours.” michael says to you as he pulls you in by your hips, the kitten in between you both in your arms.
“michael- i don’t know what else to say but thank you and i love you so much. i’m gonna take such good care of her, i promise.” you tell him, staring back into his big brown eyes when you connect your lips suddenly, allowing yourself to melt into his arms.
he detaches from your lips, “you haven’t named her yet, you know?” he asks, gently petting the petite kitten in your arms still.
“angel.” you say suddenly.
“angel? what makes you chose that name precious.” michael asks kissing up your arm.
“to remind me of the angel who bought her for me, my angel face.” you tell him, leaning your weight onto him, staring into his eyes then back onto the cat.
“well, i think it’s quite perfect.” he finally says, as you both cradle the newest member of the jackson family.
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