ꉂ`𖦹. 🧟‍♂️ zombie! michael doesn’t have the most coherent speech— but he puts in the effort to show his affection for you! it could be a (cold) kiss on the cheek or little gifts showing up on your doorstep. i’m imaging him gifting you a bouquet of flowers that was taken from someone else’s grave (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) dead or alive, this man is still shy, and he would give you a crooked smile if you showed him too much affection his unbeating heart could handle. idk i just imagine you two walking through a cemetery together…

ꉂ`𖦹. 🧟‍♂️ zombie! michael smells kinda funky (ᵕ•_•) BUT has good upkeep for you. i know zombies typically smell like ammonia… rotten eggs… feces— but he’s trying ok!! (๑•́ -•̀) luckily for him, people love to leave perfume bottle gifts on gravestones. last time you visited him he smelled like roses. give my man a break he’s decaying here.

ꉂ`𖦹. 🧟‍♂️ zombie! michael protects you from the other zombies. he made it clear— after much awkward attempts because he was too shy to tell them straight up so he only warded them off temporarily— that you were his and prohibited from the jaws of the undead.

ꉂ`𖦹. 🧟‍♂️ zombie! michael has some of the most beautiful jheri curls you’ve seen (╥ᆺ╥；) that’s it. his hair is gorgeous.

ꉂ`𖦹. 🧟‍♂️ zombie! michael stays fitted idc. that (torn up) red jacket from the thriller music video? he got 3 more in a different color. he may be dead but his closet ain’t!!!

ꉂ`𖦹. 🧟‍♂️ zombie! michael would NEVVER eat your brain he just WANTS YOUR HEARTTTT :((

‧˚꒰🐺୭ ˚. werewolf! michael was nervous to reveal his true identity. the stars glittered above the both of you after he finally asked you to be his girl. he even gifted you a ring, how sweet! in the neck of the woods, he took this time to be vulnerable and tell you who he really was. unfortunately for the both of you, it was a full moon. he wouldn’t remain tame for much longer. you watched in absolute horror as you watched him lurch forward a whimper, holding his stomach as he writhed.

thinking about dating highschool lover! michael

You met Michael by accident. You weren't expecting your dog to get the sudden urge (maybe getting the zoomies or seeing a squirrel) to sprint once you loosen your grip on his leash for 0.5 seconds. The best part? He was fast— so annoyingly fast you nearly tripped on your own two feet when trying to chase him— in sandals! Mind you, you went out for a walk. You were already embarrassed for stumbling in your sandals, and it worsened when you had to holler your dogs name, the noise ringing down the peaceful street.

Thankfully for your dogs (short attention span), he charged for an innocent bystander in the distance. You yelled a protest before groaning as you stopped for a breath, hands on knees as you drop your head for a second. You cursed under your breath, reminding yourself to tell your mom that she can call up the dog walker again.

When you look up, the stranger is sprinting from that little ball of fur who just turned two yesterday. You saw as the stranger climbed a tree just to avoid the little thing, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Your dog clawed at the tree as it barked at the frightened person above.

You paced over, grabbing onto the leash and picking up your dog. The tree filtered out the sun, so you didn’t need to squint much when you looked up.

"Hi— I am so— sorry for him. He's two, he's so energetic and really fast—" You finally look up and blink.

Michael Jackson was gripping onto a tree for dear life after being chased from your puppy.

"D-don't apologize," he trembled with a(n attempted) reassuring grin.

“No seriously, I’m so sorry— do you need help getting down?”

“I’m pretty comfy up here actually, I think I’ll stay until… uhm…” he looked at your dog, then you, like he felt bad for being afraid of your dog. “He’s put away.”

“I feel terrible—“

“Don’t be— we all lose control of our pets sometimes?” He giggled nervously.

“Yeah..” you look out into the distance, scratching the back of your neck before landing on him again. You didn’t really know what to do now— just walk away? You already apologized. “Uhm.. you have pets as well?”

“Yeah! A fair few.”

You saw the way his shoulders relaxed a bit, but his grip on the tree was still firm. He listed out his not your typical domestic pets he has in his home, like exotic birds and even mice. When you told him you had a horse— it was all your parents, they couldn't leave Spain without it— his eyes glowed. You told Michael that you were just down the street, and usually walk your dog at this time. Michael took note of this.

"But now, I think I'll give my dog walker a call."

“Yeah, you should definitely do that.” He was more relaxed now, but kept a close eye on the fur ball tucked under your arm. “At least I’ll bump into you than get chased by your dog.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. After the sweet interaction, you parted ways, smiling like a fool. Michael was as well, and was happy you didn't see the pink flush on his cheeks. One, because he had a normal conversation with a pretty girl, and two, he technically made a new friend!

Oh and when he climbed down that tree, he definitely did that little jumpwhere he clicked his heels together.

You never would've thought that a random day in the summer of "73 would change the trajectory of your life.

Because both live a few houses down from eachother, you’re always at each other’s place. You’d be sat at the good of his bed with one of his birds perched on your shoulder as he’d him a random tune he came out, his pencil scraping against his sketchbook as he’d draw you. sometimes you laugh at how focused he was— drawn brows, squinted eyes and pink flesh poking from his lips. He’d blink and be like “what?” You’d smile and be like “you’re really cute when you’re all focused” and he’d blush and pull his little sketchbook close to his chest like a shy schoolgirl.

Ya’ll definitely started dating in the summer after you sophomore year (so like 16-17)— all shy and private about your relationship, but now in your senior year, you’ve gotten more comfortable and open. Now, the both of you wouldn’t mind being spotted walking down Ventura together, hands intertwined as you talked each other’s ear off about your favorite comic.

Plus, this was before crowds became unmanageable, so he was able to freely walk down the street with no security— (besides Bill), but not without getting stopped by a few fans here and there.

Even shopping in the Topanga mall!! He’d mentally note every single thing your eyes lingered on or your manicured fingers pointed at— he just wants to spoil his girl :(((

And if you’re ever in the city (because they’re performing at the forum) then you’d looove to get icecream at Thriftys!! An when he’d get ice cream on his lip causing you’d wipe it away from your thumb and lick it off, it’ll trigger that familiar flustered giggle and pink dust across his cheek.

Not gonna lie, he’d kinda be the type of guy to get baby fever when he sees you caring/playing alongside little kids. Seeing you tie your younger siblings shoe or painting Janet’s nails as the two of you talk about whatever girls talk about said one of his brothers, Michael would always think about his future with you. Even if that future is just tomorrow. And you’d playfully pick on him for thinking so ahead.

You’re always front seat at his Jackson 5 concerts, and hey, maybe if he’s feeling a little cray cray he’d definitely pull one of these once in a while.

Not without asking you a million billion times if pulling that stunt is okay— and with you reassuring him (also) a million billion times that you’re completely comfortable and very open to it.

Oh yeah, and because you’re dating Michael Jackson, it became required for you to get escorted to school (people would camp near your car and bombard you with questions about Michael) which sucked because you loved freely cruising in your little 1976 Cadillac Eldorado Convertible. But hey, at least you don’t have to worry shout gas???

And! If you’re into theatre or any type of performing/visual arts OR sports— best believe that boy would be at every performance every showing every game!! You go to a wealthy private school, so you see celebrities everyday— whether they’re touring the school or sitting in the assembly. So Michael and his family being there wouldn’t be as much as a craze. His sisters would insisttt on coming while his brothers would only go to tease you on your performance afterwards and definitely not pick up girls.

and if she sang one sweet day when michael passed…

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𝑀ICHAEL 𝒥ACKSON 🧁

MASTERLIST ༄.° 

𝒪NESHOTS

𝄞 ་࿐ michael doesn't want you to leave...

𝄞 ་࿐carousel

𝄞 ་࿐ quiet comfort

𝐻EADCANNONS

𝄞 ་࿐ michael x sade! reader

𝄞 ་࿐ michael drawing you

𝑀OODBOARDS

𝄞 ་࿐ getting married to michael at disneyland

𝄞 ་࿐ afro! michael x afro! reader

𝄞 ་࿐ michaels’ belts…

𝄞 ་࿐ prince! michael x princess! reader

𝄞 ་࿐ clown! michael x dancer! reader

𝄞 ་࿐childhood bsf! michael x reader

𝒟RABBLES

𝄞 ་࿐ wife! reader seeing michael in her everyday life

𝄞 ་࿐ the concept of mature! michael using an iphone…

𝐵LURBS

ℒADY IN HIS LIFE ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

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clown! michael x dancer! reader 🎪

 “I lost my heart , on the carousel , to a circus girl , who left my heart in pieces!” 

thinking about wife! reader seeing glimpses of michael in her everyday life…

a little angsty buy ya girl misses her man!!

of course, you have the images scattered throughout the house— on the wall, shelves, counters, tables, honestly everywhere (there’s other people too ofc), they always took a shit ton of pictures together/of each other and displayed them for memories. and maybe because michael liked seeing your smile frozen in a frame, after a long day of rehearsal, beaming back at him from the book shelf (he’d see the live-action, sleepier version when he got upstairs.

michael lingered like a ghost in wife! readers’ laundry— no matter how times she washes those bedsheets he’ll never go away!

wife! reader definitely still wears his clothes. not the super glamorous jackets with diamond studs and buckles and sharp edges (though, that would be pretty fucking cool) but his distressed graphic t-shirts, (mostly cartoon characters and mickey mouse) zip up jackets, hoodies, those silky pajamas even sweat pants.

when she goes outside, she always looks up at the clouds. sometimes she sees louie— or even bubbles. but she never fails to see him. the clouds sculpting into that face she used to kiss everyday and cup with her warm hands. she saw any and every version of michael— whether it was during motown when he used to show off his robot dance to dancing machine at his private concert (his bedroom), or even his luminous tresses during remember the time. or his bed head curls that she loved to run her fingers through and just massages his scalp, letting his skin melt into the pads of her fingertips.

wife! reader staaays having orange juice in her fridge.

wife! reader always sees a glimpse of michael in their kids everyday— whether it’s a smile or that contagious laugh (she loved so much) he’s always there. she’d sometimes get emotional whenever their kids reflected michael whether it was a simple face contortion or just something he’d say.

even when passing by parks— she’d always think of michael’s big self towering over the playground but squealing like a little kid as he’d go down a slide as long as him (they have a bigger one at home)

even when eating.. wife! reader would definitely be like “michael would definitely eat this”

the same goes for videos and movies— she’s such a talker when she’s alone. she’d be like “oh my god michael would hate this!” and then laugh, shaking her head.

and when she’s alone and content, maybe in the confines of her bedroom or under the stars while laid in the grass, she would just talk to him. she would always recall her day start to finish, and think about how it could’ve went different if he were there.

“and after painting… i got a stupid knot in my shoulder…” she laughed at herself before it subsided into something quieter, “i know you would’ve massaged it before i could open my big mouth…” suddenly her eyes felt hot again— she couldn’t cry, not yet, “you were always so attentive…”

to add onto the concept of mature! michael not knowing how to use a phone… how about a freaking iphone

like this man would just give up entirely tbh

of course mature! michael would never text, always call— and when you don’t answer he’s always leaving you some voicemail! and his lips would be pressed against that iphone cause he doesn’t know where to talk into: “Hi love, please get back to me as soon as you can. I dialed you six times now. I love you, bye.” followed by mumbling and small taps on the screen before he hangs up.

and when you text him, mature! michael would always send videos of his responding talking into the camera, glasses propped onto his nose and chin titled up like he’s still figuring the phone out.

and when does learn to type?? this man is slow as hell and uses one finger !!😭😭

“just give me the phone,” you’d tell him after watching him type one sentence with his pointer finger for the past 5 minutes.