𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 1987 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 is stepping up in her medical apprenticeship by taking on her mentor's loyal client while the client seems to be taking the music industry and pop culture by storm. But even the biggest stars fall from the sky. While she makes a vow to treat and advise him with just as much care she would for any other patient, the unique, nearly insidious level of 𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻's fame and dedication to his craft threatens the promise. And in a time where all types of addiction run rampant in the average rockstar's life, Mallorie is forced to decide if she will sacrifice her own health and career over Michael's. The decision doesn't come easy, and no amount of knowledge about the human heart could prepare her for the thrilling highs and lows of love they would bring to each other's lives... *Disclaimer: This is a realistic and romantic fanfiction loosely based off of facts from Michael Jackson's life. This story contains mentions of disordered eating, domestic abuse, drug abuse and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

80's non-canon in Michael and Angela's universe. The couple meets when Angela is picked out of a crowd of fans, and a relationship starts blossoming. What will the future hold for these versions of our beloved Michael and Angela? Read more to find out. This short fanfic is based off of a series of oneshots I had written in my Oneshots book. The original oneshot was requested by a reader. **If you have not read the 'Forced' series, please do, so you can understand the dynamic between these characters.

BASED IN LONDON.

Tears to aid their growing pain. - A Gangster's Cry. DISCONTINUED

When Qamari is robbed and survives an attempt on his life, he and his crew go on a restless manhunt after the culprits responsible. contains mature themes pertaining to gun violence, sexual themes, knife/gun violence and drugs. readers utmost discretion

Based in London, UK.

"Cain, if you can't leave the streets for me and our baby, then me and you, we're done." I pointed between the two of us as tears streamed down my face and he bit his lip, looking down at the floor before he looked back up into my eyes. "Aight." "Shit over then, babygirl."

I'm always rushing into things and getting nowhere. Maybe I should take it slow this time. - 1k readsss (19/04/21) 10k readss (04/12/21) - #3 in dreamjournal (24/10/21) #1 in southlondon (30/03/21) #1 in roadman (23/04/21) #1 in Ghana (23/07/21) - Pls this is all based off of my dream idc if it's cliché 😭🖐

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