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That girl, I can’t take ha! Shoulda known she was a HEARTBREAKER
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Nomatter how much he wished to the stars, Neverland just didn’t feel the same anymore. Neverland had been tianted by evil, and was nolonger his sanctuary from the cold world. It was no longer a gift that he could share with his fans.
For the first time, His troubles Did not leave him at the gates; His troubles followed him inside, pulling at him.. crawling all over him like an evil insect. Although the worst of everything was over, he was still left to wonder... was it over?
He was now between a rock and a hardplace. He didn’t want to completely abandon Neverland—he had an attatchment to it. However, he could now dwell there—not anymore. The magic was gone.. and him feeling this way just confirmed that the initial мagιc that lived here was a gift from God. Maybe he had other plans for the future.
Michael’s large hands were balled up in the pockets of his jeans—he relaxed them. He had to let the tension exit out of him.. in the puffs of water-vapor in the air—he sent his troubles out of his system. Maybe he’d let Neverland’s music and lights lull him to sleep once more.. ✨
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The show was finally over, and now it was time for Michael to decompress. Sadly, he wasn’t even able to do so in the venue. As soon as the show was over, he walked from the back of the stage, through a small hallway and into the awaiting black van.
The cool gatorade rejuvenated—Him & breathed life back into his tired muscles. He was drenched in sweat, and he felt sticky and disgusting. Luckily for him, his mother raised him to have good hygiene. He alwayd made sure to double-layer with deodorant before every show.
As his black van pulled up to his—Tour bus, he climbed inside. He removed his stage outfit (Jacket) and then allowed himself to be led into the hotel.
In his hotel room, he took a warm shower and changed into his PJs. Once he sat down the phone rang. Reclining on the bed, he put the phone to his ear. “Hello?” He-answered. “Is this Butthead?” A grin soread on his face as he heard his friend taunting him. “Hey, Mac. What’s up?” “Nothin’ just callin’ to see how your show went,” Mac informed the popstar.“It was great. It’s always great.” Michael replied. “That’s good. Okay, Night!”Michael laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, night! You shouldn’t be up anyways at this time.” “Whatever. Night, Applehead!” Smiling, Michael replied: “Night, Mac” Michael hung up the phone and watched Tv until he fell asleep
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A grimanced captured Michael’s features as soon as he regained consciousness. Morning-time, bleh. He wasn’t a lazy person, but he did enjoy sleep. He had sheets with 1000 thread-count, and they held him in their embrace for 8 hours. It was hard for him to pull himself From them. They reminded him if the embrace from a woman—warm, smooth, and soft. After painfully prying himself from the warmth of the sheets, he slung his lanky legs over the edge of the mattress. Sliding his feet into his slippers, he stood to his feet and stretched.
The musician padded over to the windows and opened the curtains. The sunlight hit him, but it wasn’t blinding. He cracked his windows to inhale nature’s fresh air, and turned on his heel to get ready for the day. The music was blaring through the speakers of Neverland, and he could hear the joyful laughter of childeren & the scolding voices of parents. The fun started without him, and he had to get ready to make an appearance.
He grabbed a shower, and wrapped the towel around his waist as he freshened uo in the mirror. The mirror wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, but it was needed to make sure he was presentable. He fixed his hair, shaved, brished his teeth, and put on deoderant. Once he felt fresh and clean, he then proceeded to get dressed. Since he was little, he was used to having his clothes laid out on the bed for him—so he got into the habit of doing it himself. He slipped on black slacks, white socks, a red button-down shirt, and black loafers.
Loafers weren’t ‘fun’ shoes, but they’ become ‘fun’ shoes for him. Heck, he did whole tours in them since The late 70s. After getting dressed, he grabbed his fedora and slid it on.
Padding into the kitchen, he gave his chef a polite nod and sat at the table. He ate a quick—Breakfast of bacon, eggs, and waffles before drinking a glass of milk. Afterwards, he popped a mint into his mouth and headed outside. A song tore its way from his throat as he absorbed the joy that Neverland had to offer.
He could see his friends in the distance, and excitement was bubbling up from within him to join them. He was happily walking over when he spotted one if the figures in the distance point to him. All the other figured turned, and then he saw silhouettes of waving hands—Beckoning him to join them. Being a people-pleaser, he couldn’t keep taking forever. He began to jog until he reached the crowd, and had his legs attacked by joyful youth. They gave him hugs, and he squatted down to return them. It was Brett, Mac, Taj, TJ, Tarryl, and others.
“Now that you’re here,” Mac announced with a mistevious glint in his eyes—“Tag, you’re it, Apple-Head!” He tapped Michael on his head and the air was promptly filled with the squeals of triumphant children. He fondly shook his head and jogged after the group.
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A grimanced captured Michael’s features as soon as he regained consciousness. Morning-time, bleh. He wasn’t a lazy person, but he did enjoy sleep. He had sheets with 1000 thread-count, and they held him in their embrace for 8 hours. It was hard for him to pull himself From them. They reminded him if the embrace from a woman—warm, smooth, and soft. After painfully prying himself from the warmth of the sheets, he slung his lanky legs over the edge of the mattress. Sliding his feet into his slippers, he stood to his feet and stretched.
The musician padded over to the windows and opened the curtains. The sunlight hit him, but it wasn’t blinding. He cracked his windows to inhale nature’s fresh air, and turned on his heel to get ready for the day. The music was blaring through the speakers of Neverland, and he could hear the joyful laughter of childeren & the scolding voices of parents. The fun started without him, and he had to get ready to make an appearance.
He grabbed a shower, and wrapped the towel around his waist as he freshened uo in the mirror. The mirror wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, but it was needed to make sure he was presentable. He fixed his hair, shaved, brished his teeth, and put on deoderant. Once he felt fresh and clean, he then proceeded to get dressed. Since he was little, he was used to having his clothes laid out on the bed for him—so he got into the habit of doing it himself. He slipped on black slacks, white socks, a red button-down shirt, and black loafers.
Loafers weren’t ‘fun’ shoes, but they’ become ‘fun’ shoes for him. Heck, he did whole tours in them since The late 70s. After getting dressed, he grabbed his fedora and slid it on.
Padding into the kitchen, he gave his chef a polite nod and sat at the table. He ate a quick—Breakfast of bacon, eggs, and waffles before drinking a glass of milk. Afterwards, he popped a mint into his mouth and headed outside. A song tore its way from his throat as he absorbed the joy that Neverland had to offer.
He could see his friends in the distance, and excitement was bubbling up from within him to join them. He was happily walking over when he spotted one if the figures in the distance point to him. All the other figured turned, and then he saw silhouettes of waving hands—Beckoning him to join them. Being a people-pleaser, he couldn’t keep taking forever. He began to jog until he reached the crowd, and had his legs attacked by joyful youth. They gave him hugs, and he squatted down to return them. It was Brett, Mac, Taj, TJ, Tarryl, and others.
“Now that you’re here,” Mac announced with a mistevious glint in his eyes—“Tag, you’re it, Apple-Head!” He tapped Michael on his head and the air was promptly filled with the squeals of triumphant children. He fondly shook his head and jogged after the group.
#michael jackson#michael#mjjfan#mjj#mjjforever#moonwalker#jackson 5#king of pop#mj imagine#michael jackson rp
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The show was finally over, and now it was time for Michael to decompress. Sadly, he wasn’t even able to do so in the venue. As soon as the show was over, he walked from the back of the stage, through a small hallway and into the awaiting black van.
The cool gatorade rejuvenated—Him & breathed life back into his tired muscles. He was drenched in sweat, and he felt sticky and disgusting. Luckily for him, his mother raised him to have good hygiene. He alwayd made sure to double-layer with deodorant before every show.
As his black van pulled up to his—Tour bus, he climbed inside. He removed his stage outfit (Jacket) and then allowed himself to be led into the hotel.
In his hotel room, he took a warm shower and changed into his PJs. Once he sat down the phone rang. Reclining on the bed, he put the phone to his ear. “Hello?” He-answered. “Is this Butthead?” A grin soread on his face as he heard his friend taunting him. “Hey, Mac. What’s up?” “Nothin’ just callin’ to see how your show went,” Mac informed the popstar.“It was great. It’s always great.” Michael replied. “That’s good. Okay, Night!”Michael laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, night! You shouldn’t be up anyways at this time.” “Whatever. Night, Applehead!” Smiling, Michael replied: “Night, Mac” Michael hung up the phone and watched Tv until he fell asleep
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Vogue—L'Uomo Vogue..what an experience. Michael had been so preoccupied with the recent tribulations in his life, that he hadn’t been working as much. So, he was surprised when his agent proposed to him to shoot for Vogue. Michael had been doing photoshoots all his life, But this one was definitely a new world—even this late in the game. It was still fun, but you could see that they meant business. They got him on a few sets, a few outfit changes, and alot of attitude. This was a new era for him, and he meant business. Vogue meant business too.
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Nomatter how much he wished to the stars, Neverland just didn’t feel the same anymore. Neverland had been tianted by evil, and was nolonger his sanctuary from the cold world. It was no longer a gift that he could share with his fans.
For the first time, His troubles Did not leave him at the gates; His troubles followed him inside, pulling at him.. crawling all over him like an evil insect. Although the worst of everything was over, he was still left to wonder... was it over?
He was now between a rock and a hardplace. He didn’t want to completely abandon Neverland—he had an attatchment to it. However, he could now dwell there—not anymore. The magic was gone.. and him feeling this way just confirmed that the initial мagιc that lived here was a gift from God. Maybe he had other plans for the future.
Michael’s large hands were balled up in the pockets of his jeans—he relaxed them. He had to let the tension exit out of him.. in the puffs of water-vapor in the air—he sent his troubles out of his system. Maybe he’d let Neverland’s music and lights lull him to sleep once more.. ✨
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Michael had been gone from the scene for a while, so he had to try something new. He was trying to re-invent himself, but also stay true to his essence. He changed his hair up—and it was short. This wasn’t the first time he donned a short cut, but it was certainly time again.
Anyways, onto the vision: The vision for this shoot was ‘runway’, but he ended up with a different outcome. He gave more ‘cosmic energy’ with the finished product, and he couldn’t be happier with the result.
It was still hard for him to look at himself in photos; His critical eyes picked himself apart—as most people do. Seeing himself in a cool costume, or with cook effects made it sting alittle less..
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(New fanfic alert. I have it on Wattpad, but there are no ads here. So, I’ll be posting it here too. Enjoy)
Chapter 1: Vacation
The year was 1971 and little Michael was already a star in his own right. He wasn’t ungrateful, but times were hard for him. You see, he was always on the road, and the boy just wanted some sleep.
He’d just gotten done traveling back home from tour, and he was excited to be home. Home was where his pet rats were. Home was where his motorbikes were. Home was where bright sunshine and peace was, and that’s where he wanted to be.
Michael wasn’t thinking about being a star like how older stars would think. He was just thinking about how he’d been singing since he could remember, and how people had always made a big deal out of such a natural act. And now that natural act made him a star. There were flashing lights, screaming girls, and so much input coming into his senses at once. He was grateful for being out of the poor, but he was also overwhelmed sometimes.
He just wanted to do what he loved to do and to be a normal kid too, but that obviously must be too much to ask. His weary eyelids closed as he finally settled into his own bed. Nothing felt better than having your own blankets against your skin as you looked at your own posters and memorabilia. But for Michael, that was a luxury he wasn’t always able to have.
Although he only had a week of freedom, it was better than nothing. He still had to do his vocal exercises, but he had no other obligations to attend to—that was nice. With these thoughts in his mind, Michael went to bed with excitement for the next day.
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Michael had no idea why people were shocked to see him doing normal things. To him, he was just another person. He never understood why people saw him as some sort of enigma.
Here he was, pictured visiting a friend. Spending time with friends at their homes were honestly Some of the best times he’s ever had. It was just something about the warmth of the typical family home that just embraced him. He forced himself to forget his problems, and be a member of their families. It gave him great joy to just sit around and gossip With the old folks. He would move from talking with the adults, to going out back to play basketball with the Children, to playing videogames with the teens. Michael was multi-faceted—just like any other human.
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Although Michael was doing his own thing now, so were his other brothers. Jackie had a few ventures, Marlon did, and so did Jermaine! Because they were family, it was no surprise that they always picked back up where they’d left off. The Jacksons were experts at Multi-Tasking. They were working on their solo music, whilst simultaneously touring together. Photoshoots were some of his favorite professional times with his brothers. It was always so much fun on set. (And they ate afterwards) ✨
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A grimanced captured Michael’s features as soon as he regained consciousness. Morning-time, bleh. He wasn’t a lazy person, but he did enjoy sleep. He had sheets with 1000 thread-count, and they held him in their embrace for 8 hours. It was hard for him to pull himself From them. They reminded him if the embrace from a woman—warm, smooth, and soft. After painfully prying himself from the warmth of the sheets, he slung his lanky legs over the edge of the mattress. Sliding his feet into his slippers, he stood to his feet and stretched.
The musician padded over to the windows and opened the curtains. The sunlight hit him, but it wasn’t blinding. He cracked his windows to inhale nature’s fresh air, and turned on his heel to get ready for the day. The music was blaring through the speakers of Neverland, and he could hear the joyful laughter of childeren & the scolding voices of parents. The fun started without him, and he had to get ready to make an appearance.
He grabbed a shower, and wrapped the towel around his waist as he freshened uo in the mirror. The mirror wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, but it was needed to make sure he was presentable. He fixed his hair, shaved, brished his teeth, and put on deoderant. Once he felt fresh and clean, he then proceeded to get dressed. Since he was little, he was used to having his clothes laid out on the bed for him—so he got into the habit of doing it himself. He slipped on black slacks, white socks, a red button-down shirt, and black loafers.
Loafers weren’t ‘fun’ shoes, but they’ become ‘fun’ shoes for him. Heck, he did whole tours in them since The late 70s. After getting dressed, he grabbed his fedora and slid it on.
Padding into the kitchen, he gave his chef a polite nod and sat at the table. He ate a quick—Breakfast of bacon, eggs, and waffles before drinking a glass of milk. Afterwards, he popped a mint into his mouth and headed outside. A song tore its way from his throat as he absorbed the joy that Neverland had to offer.
He could see his friends in the distance, and excitement was bubbling up from within him to join them. He was happily walking over when he spotted one if the figures in the distance point to him. All the other figured turned, and then he saw silhouettes of waving hands—Beckoning him to join them. Being a people-pleaser, he couldn’t keep taking forever. He began to jog until he reached the crowd, and had his legs attacked by joyful youth. They gave him hugs, and he squatted down to return them. It was Brett, Mac, Taj, TJ, Tarryl, and others.
“Now that you’re here,” Mac announced with a mistevious glint in his eyes—“Tag, you’re it, Apple-Head!” He tapped Michael on his head and the air was promptly filled with the squeals of triumphant children. He fondly shook his head and jogged after the group.
#michael jackson#michael#mjjfan#mjj#mjjforever#moonwalker#jackson 5#king of pop#mj imagine#michael jackson rp
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Vogue—L'Uomo Vogue..what an experience. Michael had been so preoccupied with the recent tribulations in his life, that he hadn’t been working as much. So, he was surprised when his agent proposed to him to shoot for Vogue. Michael had been doing photoshoots all his life, But this one was definitely a new world—even this late in the game. It was still fun, but you could see that they meant business. They got him on a few sets, a few outfit changes, and alot of attitude. This was a new era for him, and he meant business. Vogue meant business too.
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