(Adult Content, 18+) The year is 1978 and Astoria Briggs is a board mixer for Capital Records, when one day her boss tells her the infamous Quincy Jones' client is stuck on a song. They need a mixer, someone with an ear for music, someone fresh to the scene. Astoria was just the person they were looking for and the rest, well... It's difficult to explain. This story spans four decades in total. *Rated Mature for graphic scenes depicted of the medical nature, child abuse depictions, language, and sexual themes* (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ Winner of the Best 80's MJ Fiction Award, 2019

Michael Jackson and the person he would've deserved. / set in BAD era / / actual events used for reference /

Kyela Pullman, 23, dancer. She had endured plenty of trials and tribulations in life and thought she would never be anything more than a part-time dance teacher in the local studio down the street from her house. She wants to find any happiness she can though, but when she thinks she's getting there, she witnesses a mob takeout firsthand and thinks she's helping out when she tells police. However, when the perpetrator, who is mobster, Michael Jackson from none other than the Jackson family, comes back to find her, she's in for a world of trouble. Will she meet her death in his hands or will she break him down and become something more than a snitch to him? Copyright © 2014

"Room service!" I shout. I walk in, Michael is completely naked. -- "Do you invite all maids in to your hotel rooms Michael?" I say taking a sip of the tall flute of sparkling champagne. "No. Only the ones that intrigue me," he replies. A slight smirk on his face, His drink left untouched. "Why do I intrigue you?" I ask. "I don't know..." he says smiling, "You just do." I pull up my irritatingly itchy fishnet tights all the way up to my hip. Michael is watching closely. I turn to face him. "Are you watching me pull up my tights because you're 'intrigued'. Or just because you like looking at my legs?" I ask chuckling. He smiles. "A bit of both really,". -- In most five star hotels you find maids. In a few five star hotels you find that Michael Jackson is staying there. In one or two five star hotels they will meet. In no five star hotels should they end they end up falling in love. Lynn Ryan has wanted to be a performer all her life, never did she think that she'd end up working as a maid for a creepy boss and surrounded by slutty girls in fishnet tights. At the same time the worlds greatest entertainer will be staying in that very hotel and guess who's job it is to look after him. I mean who isn't going to fall for a gorgeous, rich celebrity like Michael? Will the stubborn, hard to get playing Lynn fall for his charms? Or will it be the other way round? -- (Cover done by @MiloJackson) A Michael Jackson Fanfiction

Carefully slipping my hand into his shirt, I touched the cloth of the t-shirt over his stomach, heated by the body underneath. The music drifted away from me. Over the rushing in my ears, I loudly heard his fast, shallow breaths coming through parted lips, his stomach under my hand rising and falling in time. Then I moved into him, my right hand sliding around his waist, diving deep into his clothes, pulling the left hem of his shirt from his pants in the process. I felt him letting go of the horse behind me. His eye lids flickered shut. His mouth was dry both from arousal and from drinking wine; he still tasted of it, sweet and bitter. Arms closed around me. And then I pulled him down with me... ~~~~~ Pop star Michael Jackson is a man everybody knows as guarded, reluctant and shy. Yet in summer 1989, he engages in an amorous adventure with a practical stranger. How did that happen? And who is she? This is the story about the circumstances surrounding an unusual night in the life of Michael Jackson. And it's a story about falling in love...

Kendra Hilliard feels unsatisfied with life, on the day of her 25th birthday she makes a wish. A harmless wish. To simply be in easier times and have something worth living for. What occurs is something she never expected. Cover by @fanofmj