This is a collection of Michael Jackson imagines 🤍 If you love soft, emotional, and romantic scenes with Michael, you're in the right place. Warning: some chapters contain sexual content🔞 Every imagine in this book is written by me, so please don't copy or repost my work. If you enjoy, don't forget to vote, comment and share - it means a lot ✨ Enjoy reading 🤍

𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓷𝔂 ⎯⎯ ♡ part 1: THRILLER & THRAD era michael jackson imagines, chronologically connected and (sometime) inspired by real-life MJ events, after you met him on the 1984 grammys night.

"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.

"Imagine yourself a store manager for a St. Louis clothing store by day and a singer in a local band by night. That was me for a while. But then in 1987, I moved with my husband/bandmate to Los Angeles to gain more notoriety. Fast forward, I end up on Michael Jackson's Bad Tour as his back up vocalist, leaving my husband behind. What's the definition of torture? Doing a show with a man every night that you find yourself quickly falling for; a man who is untouchable. You're married, he's not interested (or so you would think) and then there's that other guy on the tour that you're forming an inappropriate relationship with... The Bad Tour was TOUR-ture for me at times. There were a lot of great moments and lasting friendships were made but when you're touring with the biggest entertainer in the world, it's never all fun and games. Just hear my story."