imagines of you and michael jackson throughout the eras.

Detailed imagines of you and Michael together. These imagines will be past tense and read like a narration, kind of like you're walking down memory lane and remembering all the memories you once shared with him. -Different races will be portrayed in this book so that every reader can relate. If there is a specific culture you want me to represent please PM me and tell me about it! - There are also unisex imagines and imagines for boys so everyone can feel included! - Includes explicit content, I will always warn by including (erotic) in the title! *COMPLETED*

𝘠/𝘕 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦. 𝘕𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.. 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴. 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞? - 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞?

a collection of very short and sweet scenarios/imagines i used to come up with on instagram. now i write them here only. all eras included. no sexual content included (though sometimes i hint at sexual activities) enjoy! ig: was @comegetmethighs @gonnaridetheboogie @ihatedoingthatstuff @footy.drawing currently: @thendonthaveababy @insatiableanappetite @beneathashadytree @neverbeforethatday @kevinsbicep @complexitiesoftheheart trigger warning: contains suicide, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sense of loss and grief, blood and gore, and abuse. take caution while reading. ©PhelpsFeels, Copyright 2018

Michael Jackson Imagines! Just little fics for your enjoyment!

Be his friend. Bear his child. Don't fall in love. That would be weird. Reeling from the wreckage of divorce, 38-year-old Michael Jackson clings to the last thread of a lifelong dream: becoming a father. With Neverland emptied of laughter and trust, he turns to the only person who's never left- his best friend. His quiet constant. And he asks her the impossible. What begins as a promise to carry his child becomes something deeper: carrying his heart, his secrets, and his survival itself. ___ WARNING: Grief, death, traumatic events, implied sex (not graphic.) #1 in #michaeljackson [8.16.25] #1 in #michaeljackson [10.28.25] #1 in #michaeljackson [11.10.25] #1 in #mj [8.10.25] #1 in #90s [11.17.25]

MJ IMAGINES | Romantic Dramedy Enter the whimsical world of Michael Jackson, where every day feels like an unreleased sitcom episode. Each "episode" revisits the chaos, charm, and quiet devotion that made your life with him unforgettable. Because some love stories don't fade-you just have to hit rewind, because the joy, mischief and magic is always here. _____ SHOW RATING: TV-PG Emotional content, excessive hand-holding, mild musical outbursts, one (1) very dramatic husband. GENRE: Romantic Sitcom / Soft Whimsy / Flashback Fiction FORMAT: Episodic one-shots (chronological but non-linear) AIRING: Weekly reruns EST. RUNTIME: Just enough for you to miss him _____ [ #1 in #MJ, 012.17.25 ] [ #1 in #MOONWALKER, 01.18.26 ]

1940s Chicago doesn't sleep - it watches. In a city of jazz clubs, rain-soaked streets, and buried secrets, rumours spread about a man who moves like music and disappears like smoke. They call him a criminal. They call him a myth. They call him Smooth. When Y/N is pulled into his world, she finds herself caught between love, danger, and a mystery the city refuses to solve. Because in Chicago, nothing is ever just a story... and no one stays innocent for long.

"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

just my compilation of fluffy, angsty, and maybe a little bit smut-y michael x reader scenarios. let's feed moonwalkers' desires, shall we? （＾ω＾）