In the summer of 2026, the world is buzzing with the release of the Michael Jackson biopic. For twenty-two-year-old Xiomara Vega, the theater is a sanctuary, a place to lose herself in the music of the man she's spent her whole life admiring from afar. But as the silver screen fades to black and the hum of the theater lulls her into an exhausted sleep, the world shifts. Xiomara doesn't wake up in a plush cinema seat. She wakes up on a cold park bench in 1984, greeted by the sound of a police officer's baton and a world without smartphones, Uber, or the internet. Trapped in the neon-soaked peak of the Thriller era, Xiomara is a ghost from a future that hasn't happened yet. To survive, she secures a job at the periphery of the King of Pop's whirlwind life. She knows every headline before it breaks, every secret before it's whispered, and every heartache before it strikes. She's determined to keep her head down and find a way home, until she meets him. Michael is lonely, shielded by fame, and searching for someone who sees the man behind the sequined glove. In Xiomara's "futuristic" spirit and mysterious origins, he finds a soul he can't explain. But as the timeline begins to blur and the pull of 2026 grows stronger, Xiomara must decide: do you save the man you love from the future you already know? Or do you risk disappearing forever? The studio was quiet, the smell of old mahogany and expensive cologne hanging in the air as he reached out, his fingers barely brushing her wrist, his voice a soft, desperate anchor in the dark. "Mara, stay... with me... stay here."

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱, '𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 • • • For twenty-nine years, Amelia Johnson's goal was to be the best version of herself that she can ever be. Her desire to be the greatest at all she does traps her in something far more dangerous than she could have imagined. But within her own world and her own protective shell, a name with such gravity can shatter her heart to pieces; Michael Jackson. The uncertainty of her feelings for him makes it unbearable for one heart, perhaps too much for her. (This story is set in the year 1988 | Bad Era - Early Dangerous Era) Word count: 100,000-125,000 start: 01/03/21 end: 08/06/21

"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.

SUMMARY (Y/N) moves to Cheshire after her parents divorce, she now lives with her mother in a rich part of a town called Holmes Chapel. With her perfect grades, excellent attendance and wealthy background, her life couldn't be better. That is until she catches Harry Styles' eye. Known for his 'bad' reputation the two couldn't be more different, but Harry was never known to back down from a challenge. (Y/F/N):your first name (Y/L/N): your last name (Y/N): your name by thecollarboneslut on harrystylesfanfiction (not an original)

Harry Styles will be playing your love interest. Those were the words Amber dreaded to hear. With a lot of bad history between them, the last thing they want to do is be around each other. But in order to make this movie, they need to at least get along. What will happen when they're forced to share an apartment together? A lot can happen, both good and bad. Amber wants nothing to do with Harry and Harry wants nothing to do with Amber...or so he thought he didn't. Will they be able to let go of the past? Or will the past be there to haunt their every move?

✓ "The day he lost his mind was the day he lost his heart." - He's a broken-hearted artist who's just left rehab with nothing but the clothes on his body. She's chosen living life waiting tables in a nearly bankrup café instead of going further on her career. He abhors the possibility of ever loving again and she doesn't even try to. But when their paths cross, their point of view might be changed. Because they don't really know how tough dealing with absence can be.

Zayn Malik, known to the world as one of the members of One Direction. People say he has everything- Money, fame and talent. They say, he is really happy in his life. Judging by his smile, he is. But the real question is- is he really happy? Is money, fame and talent everything? Is his smile true? The problem is sometimes the best smiles are the ones which hide the worst pains. Is that the case with Zayn? Do his band mates know? Join him and his band mates on this rollercoster called life. Fair warning: This will contain mentions of ED, depression and anxiety. Trigger warning. Also this is just a fanfic, so...yeah. Also the videos that I add, they have nothing to do with the story, well apart from the fact that they are sung by one direction. I just like putting them so there so yeah. I will add both live performances and studio version. Also just so you guys know, high notes are done by Zayn, in case you didn't know it already. Enjoy!! Most impressive ranks #5 in zayn #4 in celeblife #70 in eating disorder #299 in anxiety

You are an American girl visiting Rome. The trip was a opportunity from your high-school. You are staying with the Govenders, a family with two kids your age. Your trip is for 9 months. You've heard Rome is full of scandals,trouble, and love. Can you make it through it all, unscathed?

(SLOW BURN) - ❝I've done things. Things I can't forgive myself for. And I don't want to tell you guys, because I'm afraid you won't be able to forgive me either.❞ - [SUPERNATURAL SEASON 11] [BOOK 1 OF 3]

"Willow Price." Caleb introduced me. My hair was parted in two tight french braids that held the hair away from my face. I was wearing cargo pants and a military green tank top, showing my muscular arms riddled with tattoos. I didn't move a muscle in my face when the man's dark eyes met mine. "Willow, this is John Winchester." "That's just a young girl Caleb," John told him disappointedly. Caleb shook his head. "John, I'm telling you. Willow is the best there is." "She done any tours?" He asked, noting my militarylike appearance. I bared my teeth, annoyed to be spoken over and not addressed directly. Caleb shot me a look as if knowing what went through my head. "No, but she might as well have. She has the training, the skill. She grew up in the life. Smart as the devil and tougher than nails." John Winchester stood up, showing his full size. He towered over me, and I bet that he was strong as ten men, but you know what they say; the bigger they are, the harder they fall. "You ever hunted a demon before?" He asked me, walking closer. I looked up at him, noting how he smelled like gunpowder and whiskey. He was definitely a seasoned hunter. "I'll do you one better," I smirked at his unwavering gaze. "I've killed one." [Contains mature themes and violence] ****DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural; this is a fanfic.**** [Dean Winchester x OC] [Supernatural] [Season 1-...]