YALL HELP I HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM WTF đ
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S.O.S Riri
Michael Jackson
1988
âWhat are you doing tonight?â I heard a soft voice say. I look over and see a tan man with long curly hair. âDepends.â I smile at him. He bites his lip as he slides closer to me. âI can change that, if you want.â He slid his hand onto my leg. I look into his dark brown eyes. âHow?â I ask, biting my lip while smiling. He moved closer to my ear. âLove is testing me.â He spoke softly. I giggled at him before getting out of my seat. âSo your losing it?â I tease, walking away. I secretly hoped heâd follow me like a lost puppy. As I thought, he did. Someone help me, god. I felt him breathe against my neck. âSo whatâs your name?â He asks masking his voice. âââ, yours?â I turn over to ask him, still walking. âMichael.â I bump against a wall as he pins me against it with his leg. I could have moved if I wanted, but I didnât. I rested my hand on his shoulder and smiled up at him. His dark eyes stared into mine. âWell, Michael, someone is gonna need to rescue me. You on my mind is making me lose it~.â
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Quick thing from me???
I donât proofread so⌠sorry for yâall you have to find my mistakes. đ I posted a lot today on anime and Mj so yeah. Sorry for those who follow me and have their notifications on . Good day! I said good day. Yes I quoted fez from that 70s show.
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AKAZA
Iâm sorry Iâm general. I wrote this high out of my balls and I honestly donât know what to think đ
â the fuck you doing?â Akaza yells as he walks in on me cuddling a plushie. Little did he know the plushie was of him. âIâm tired!!!â I say. He grumbles and sits down. âWhat the hell?â He says looking at the toy. âItâs of you!â I push it into his chest. He grabs it and examines its face. âWhy is there a lipstick stain on it?â He says blankly. âI kissed it!â I say. He rolls his eyes and tosses it back to me. âAkaza!â I whine grabbing his forearm. He looked at me then a little lower. âBITCH DO YOU HAVE A BONER?â âUh⌠whatâs a boner?â
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INSOUKE
Bro I donât even know what this is just have it đ
I fell fast asleep on inosuke. My phone was still in my hand when I did. I heard shuffling and felt being moved on top of him. He huffed in my ear before wrapping his fingers around my phone. I sounded dead asleep. He turned my phone on and typed in my passcode. Inosuke only knew it because I told him to order takeout earlier. When the screen pulled up it showed something⌠interesting. First off, what did NSFW mean? Second, why was a picture of him on the screen? He started to read and saw something. Very inappropriate. He shook me awake. âAre you dreaming of fucking me.!?â He shouts, voice cracking. My eyes dart open as I see his hand waving my phone around. Oh shitâŚ
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Smile
(I just realized Iâm not putting the characters this one is Michael Jackson)
1992
âMichael!â I call. I was at Neverland and I was needing some cuddles. âAPPLEHEAD!â I screeched. Michael came running, comically slipping on his socks and sliding into the wall. âWhat!?â He shouted back, laughing. I run up to him and grab his waist. âI missed you.â I whine, looking up at him with big eyes. âOh fine. We can cuddle.â I smile and grab his hand. I ran to the bedroom and slapped the door open. âLIOOOOOOOO! STOP DAMN IT!â He shouted, spooked how fast I was running. âLast one there is a rotten egg!!â I scream while my arms flailed around. He laughs as I jump onto the bed. âCome ere!â He smiles as he practically pounces on me. âYou little turd!â We both laugh as he hugs me. We lay down and get comfortable as he strokes my head. âYour so handsome. And beautiful. Damn it your everything!â I say. He stares down at me. âWhat-â I kiss his cheek and return to watching whatever he put on tv. I feel his body heat up. âWhat?â I ask, looking back at him. He smiles. âNothing.â He continues to pet my head. âMichael I swear to god if I feel ONE boner, âď¸Â one, you are dead. UNO!â He snorts and laughs his ass off. âNo! Ew. Especially not to u.â I scoff. âExcuse me Iâm hotâ
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Unchained Melody
So this was a request! Iâll be keeping the user name anonymous of who requested.
1968
Elvis looked through the curtain at the man singing. He put so much soul into it. He loved him almost as much as his own father. Elvisâs face lit up as he saw the manâs music come to a stop. Elvis wanted to sing like him, he was the best singer in the world in his eyes. The man waved to the crowd and went back stage. âHello Mr. âââ Elvis tells him. The older man smiles. âWhatâs your name, son?â He asks. âMy name is Elvis, sir.â The younger male says. âGreat name. What are you here for?â Another question forms against the soft chattering background. âI wanted to get this signed, I wanna be a singer like you.â Elvis hands the elder a record. The man takes it gently and responds, âI donât know how much youâd like to be like me, son. I like men.â Elvis looks a little confused. âUh what?â He asks. The elder sighs and signs the record. âIâm into men. Like how men are into women. I canât help it and I understand if you canât be a fan anymore.â He says. Elvis laughs it off. âDonât worry about it. Iâll understand. Honestly sir, I donât feel any different about you. Your still producing great music. I donât mind anything about that.â The elder handed Elvis the record and grinned. âThank you for understanding, son.â He patted him on the back as Elvis smiled. Hopefully one day, the man will listen to Elvisâs music too.Â
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âButterfliesâ
1984
Michael Jackson
âHey, Iâm home.â I say walking in through my front door. I just got back home from buying groceries. I see Michael laying down with a pillow in his arms. âIâm tired.â He mumbles, catching my eyes. âIâm on your side lol.â His eyes widen. âYou got that right.â He says before tilting his head back. âThings just need to fall back into placeâ he says looking at the ceiling. I smile and lay with him, dropping my groceries. The night was tender. âWho will dry your eyes when it falls apart?â I blurt out. He turns his head. âHopefully you-â he says before laughing. I giggle and move the pillow from his arms and replace it with myself. I look up at his brown eyes. âI missed you Michael.â I said. âI missed food.â He says. I playfully punch him. âOk ok I missed you too.â He says laughing again. Michael cuddles up to me and squeezes the breath out of me. I smile to myself. Everything is perfect.
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âLife On Mars..â
I was cuddling Bowie before he looked me dead in the eye. We were chuckling before and holding each other close. âYou know darling,I might be in love with you.â I look him in the eye. âO-OhâŚâ I look away. âWhatâs a matter?â I choke back a sob. âNothing!â âSomething seems wron-â he tries looking me in my eyes before I let out a whine of distress. âIâm fucking fine, David.â He holds me closer and rests his head on my shoulder. âIâm sorryâ after a few moments of what seemed to be silence a loud cry rang throughout the room. âDarling-â he looked down and saw me sobbing into his shirt.  âIâm sorry.â I sob. He pets my head and cradles me. âI-I am afraid to fall in love with you⌠I donât want my heart to break and Iâm scared.â I sob harder. âItâs okâ I silence myself into his shirt. âItâs my fucking family.!â He looks down at me with tears in his eyes. âThey had to give me something they knew they couldâve not done! They knew damn well but decided to raise me into a piece of shit! God damnit bowie Iâm sorry Iâm rambling.â I look up at him. He was smiling with tears in his eyes. It will all be ok
(this will be my only Bowie fic for rn because I canât write a lot of artists at once lol)
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âLetâs Spend The Night Togetherâ
Keith Richards x Reader
1968
I snuck out of my parents to go see him again. He felt like the only one who was helping me out of this god awful situation. We were both in our 20s but my parents trapped me in their house practically. Always shaming me when I was going to leave. I knew where his house was and dashed there. It was raining hard outside so I got soaked. I knocked on his doors house only for him to swing it open and give me a big hug. I hugged back, crying a little. Keith wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up before carrying me off to his room. He set me down on his bed before he noticed tears falling. âAre you ok darling?â He asks. I push my glasses up before crying harder. He understood. No one else got how I just wanted to be held. I didnât want to feel anything anymore. I just wanted skin on skin. Keith wrapped his limbs around me before grabbing a blanket and cocooning me and him in it. âI was going to guess you were sad from them so I made your favorite.â My eyes brightened at his words. âHot chocolate!â I smiled before trying to whip my tears away. He grabbed a tissue and helped me with my messy makeup. He gave the hot chocolate to my shaking hand and held me close. He knew just how I liked it. I smile before laying my head onto his shoulder. âThank you, Mr. Richards sirâ I say giggling. âThat made me sound 100 there.â He said tickling my sides and setting my hot chocolate aside. I giggle from his fingers attacking my sides. âTickle attack!â He says before tickling me all over and making me squeal and squirm. I tried to tickle him but to no avail. I loved him.Â
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âLife On Mars..â
I was cuddling Bowie before he looked me dead in the eye. We were chuckling before and holding each other close. âYou know darling,I might be in love with you.â I look him in the eye. âO-OhâŚâ I look away. âWhatâs a matter?â I choke back a sob. âNothing!â âSomething seems wron-â he tries looking me in my eyes before I let out a whine of distress. âIâm fucking fine, David.â He holds me closer and rests his head on my shoulder. âIâm sorryâ after a few moments of what seemed to be silence a loud cry rang throughout the room. âDarling-â he looked down and saw me sobbing into his shirt.  âIâm sorry.â I sob. He pets my head and cradles me. âI-I am afraid to fall in love with you⌠I donât want my heart to break and Iâm scared.â I sob harder. âItâs okâ I silence myself into his shirt. âItâs my fucking family.!â He looks down at me with tears in his eyes. âThey had to give me something they knew they couldâve not done! They knew damn well but decided to raise me into a piece of shit! God damnit bowie Iâm sorry Iâm rambling.â I look up at him. He was smiling with tears in his eyes. It will all be ok
(this will be my only Bowie fic for rn because I canât write a lot of artists at once lol)
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âLeave Me Aloneâ
2007
I was sobbing in a bathroom stall. My parents have yelled at me again and I felt like I was being betrayed by everyone. I hated feeling like this since I felt it was stupid and I should know better but my heart hurt. Every time my parents said something stupid a flash of memories came back. Stupid tears streamed down my face and stupid feelings came back. My heart felt clogged and heavy. I heard shoes clicking and a knock on one of the stalls. I saw Michaels shoes. âGo away.â I sob out. I hear him sigh. âDo you have your pants on?â He asked awkwardly. I giggle sadly before saying yes. He opens up the stall and closes it. Michael pulled a piece of my hair back. âDonât cry darlingâ he says. I blush a bit before looking him in the eye. âYour so pretty.â He tells me. I kiss his cheek and smile. âDo you mean it?â I ask. He smiled. âOf courseâ
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âBenâ
1970
I was taking care of a sick Michael Jackson. Poor boy was running a fever of 97. Exactly. He lied to his dad and told him he was sick. I volunteered to stay and look after him. I was crocheting Michael a scarf, like I have been. He didnât know, though. I told him it was for my squishe. Michael looked at me. âWhy donât you watch the cartoon with me?â He says looking at me with puppy dog eyes. I cress his face before giggling. âIâm sorry dear I have to knit someâ âyou sound like a grandma!â He says giggling. I look down. I tried to get him to the point he could express his emotions with me. It was going ok. He smiled a lot around me. I started to knit more and he sighed. I look back at him. âYour very pretty Michaelâ I blurt out. He looks back at me. âYou think so?â I smile softly. âI know so.â He smiles brightly. âCan you pleassseeee watch some cartoons with me?â He asks. I giggle. âOf course I canâ I sit down next to him. He sniffles and falls onto me. âMichael Iâm not a bean bag-â he turns over. âYou can call me Mikeyâ he says wiggling his eyebrows. âOh please, in your dreamsâ Michael giggles before trying to fake smooch me. âEW!!! EEEEEEEKâ I squeal. He starts tickling me all over as I laugh and giggle. He is laughing too, only at me. I bop his nose and he blushed a bit. His favorite cartoon turns on and he is instantly interested. âExcuse me.â He says getting off me. âYour excusedâ I say back. âSHHHH!â I giggle to myself. He is definitely a good friend.
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âThe Way You Make Me Feelâ
1987
I was giggling and watching movies with someone who I actually felt was a good guy. Michael. I was giggling like a school girl when he jumped a bit from the movie we were watching. âScaredy cat~!â I tease out. He giggles before I start tickling his palm. âStooop!!â He squeals as I laugh. By the end of the tickle fest, the movie was almost over. âMy back hurtsâ he says. I smile. âMy face hurtsâ I add. I lay down on the couch and he falls on top of me. He was so invested in the movie again. I looked at his pretty skin and beautiful face. I smile to myself before he looks up and notices my dorky haze. âWhat?â He says. I pet his head and play with every curl. âStop đâ I giggle at his voice. âYour voice is beautiful-â the movie stopped and ended. âSo is your skin-â I start tracing my fingers over his lovely face. âAnd so if your pretty faceâ I say squeezing his cheek. âCheek pincher!â He squeals before squirming around. âJackson-â *worm noises* âHEHEâ âJACKSON-â
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âYouâve Lost That Lovin Feelingâ
(This story was set in the 70s)
use of triggering words
âYou shouldnât have âfree timeâ, you shouldnât wear makeup, AND YOU SHOULDNT TALK BACK!â My father slaps me. âYour a sissy little bitch. Not only are you a bitch but a bitchy little girl!â He screams. All this anger was building inside me. My father commented on my friend who was with me also. It felt so angry. I didnât have a childhood because of him. I didnât have one to remember. Only getting yelled at and getting punished. I never did anything when I was little. I felt so angry I felt my face turn hot. My body screamed âmoveâ. I punch my father in the eye. âSHUT UP!â I scream. He looks at me with death in his eyes. He goes to grab me but I punch his chest. My hands shake as I hear my best friend get up. âSir, your son isnât lazy. He isnât a bitchy sissy either.â Elvis responds calmly. He gets in the middle of us and stands up tall, towering over my father. âShut up! Your on his side! Be a real man and come with me!â The man I was yelling at screams. I hear Elvis sigh. âWell shit then, seems your dead.â I thought he was talking to me before Elvis kicks him in the face and knocks him unconscious. âElvis?â I ask looking up at him nervously. I was still shaking. âDonât shake dea-â he got cut off from looking at the fear in my eyes. âDid he ever hurt you?â He asked me. I blink. âN-â âtell me the truth.â His accent was hard. âYes.â I say. He looks at my father like he was dog shit. âWell, pack your shit Iâll make sure he doesnât wake up. Weâre leaving.â I smile and hug him. âThank you, Elvis.âÂ
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âAs Long as i have youâ
(This story took place in 1957)
I was so tired I fell on my knees. I just got back to my hotel after singing all night. I look at my clock and see it is 11:55pm. I sigh and close my door to my hotel. I get up taking off my uncomfortable shoes. I sigh to myself and yawn before getting up and stretching. After changing into some PJs, I lay down on my bed. I hear a soft knock on my door as it rapidly starts speeding up. âCome in-â, I am interrupted, âDarling, I donât have a key.â I groan and get up. After unlocking the door I come face to shoulder with Elvis Presley. I look up and see his face. âHello.â I say. He smiles and hugs me. I try to get the door before a fan screams as she walks past and sees Elvis. I slam the door shut and force him off me. âMove.â I grumbled. âIâm tired as fuck so tell me why the shit your here.â Elvis chuckles as he touches one of my perfume bottles. âI got locked out my hotel room after-â âinviting a girl into your room and she kicked you out?â He smiles and nods. I sigh and hold my head. âPresley, I have a fucking ginormous headache and the last thing I need is to chop my hair off from a mid life crisis and feel like killing someone.â I say. He sighs. âWell can I stay here?â He asks. I look at him. âWhatever, donât mess, tinker, or touch anything.â He chuckles. âWhatever, as long as I have you.â I sigh and see him sit down as I make my way to my bed and lay down. I snuggle up and feel the weight of someone else being pressed onto the side of the bed. I felt Elvis hop into bed as I try to get as far away as possible. I was only awake for two minutes before I heard a soft snore. I look over before being met with warm wrapping around my waist. I groan in annoyance. Thisâll be a long night.
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Little fanfics
Hi! I make fanfics (mostly male readers with daddy issues) so here are my characters I write for:
Singers!:
Michael jackson
Elvis Presley
Brian Jones (rolling stones)
Mick Jagger
Keith Richards
David Bowie
Anime:
Akaza
Inosuke
I write nsfw and sfw but for irl people I only write sfw. Cant wait to start posting!
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