1987. The world belongs to Michael Jackson. Sold-Out stadiums. Flashing cameras. Endless screaming and fainting fans. To everyone else, he's larger than life - untouchable, mysterious, magic in human form. But behind the fame.. behind the sequined jackets and gloves.. Michael is lonely. Desperately lonely. Late at night, when the city finally quiets down, he slips away from the spotlight searching for the one things money and fame cannot buy - a real connection, something authentic. Then he meets Rachel. She isn't dazzled by Mr. Jackson. She does not fall at his feet. In fact, she barely knows what to make of him at all. But for the first time in years, Michael feels seen - not as a global pop star icon, but as just Michael. What begins as a chance encounter under the New York City street lights quickly turns into something deeper: stolen nights, dangerous secrets, and a love neither of them ever expected. But falling for the most famous man in the world comes with a price, and the closer Rachel gets to Michael, the more impossible it becomes to separate fantasy from reality. After Midnight is a slow burning, emotional romance about fame, loneliness, freedom, and what happens when two people find each other in the quiet hours when the rest of the world is asleep.

After simple paparazzi photos spark false dating rumors, Michael's world of fame easily crashed down Y/n's normal life. Feeling responsible and driven by his own protective instincts, he insists she stays with him. But when unrelated leaked photos jeopardizes his career and public image, Michael proposes a fake dating contract to distract the public. Though she wants no part of it, Y/n reluctantly agrees, needing the financial support. What starts as a hesitant living arrangement and a business deal ignites an undeniable chemistry, forcing them to deal with fame, feelings, personal issues, and the fine line between enemies and maybe even something more. (An intense Slow burn, 18+.) Cover art is mine. (Currently Editing).

⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ He promised he'd call every Sunday. Before the fame, before Thriller, before the world claimed him, Michael Jackson was just a shy little boy from Gary, Indiana. And you were the only person who ever spoke for him when he couldn't. His microphone. Fifteen years later, during the chaos of the Victory Tour, he remembers your voice instantly. And suddenly, the past neither of you truly buried begins finding its way back to the surface. __________ Michael Jackson x Reader Ranking: 1 in #mjxreader 1 in #eighties

A story about how you the reader grew up as Michael Jackson's best friend. Will it evolve into more? You'll have to read the find out! Please enjoy and rate!! This story can also be found on Quotev under the name Fedorapool which is my account.

"You're dreaming, I should think," His breath caressed my skin. It was there and then gone, far too fleeting. "So why am I here, Sixteen?" I didn't have an answer. "I don't know," I muttered. My heart thumped noisily in my chest. I could not think. "Can you make it stop?" His eyes flitted over mine. I could feel him like an infection. Crawling through my veins, warming my blood, shutting down my organs one by one until I was helpless, left with no other option aside from watching as he overtook me. "Do you want me to make it stop?" He gently tilted my head up. I was soundless as this all unfolded, unable to fight it, unsure if I even wanted to. ~ After Sixteen is abducted and taken to Hawkins Lab, she must adjust to life under the oppressive glare of Martin Brenner. Peter Ballard, an orderly who oversees her training, aims to the transition all the more difficult.

~ SEQUEL TO *NONCONFORMITY* ~ "You know, sometimes I start to like you and then you open your mouth and I'm reminded why I don't," I turned away from him and smiled into my pillow. I wanted to sit here with him in the dark until my eyes couldn't stand the light anymore. We could be nocturnal, wake with the moon and live our lives wrapped in bed sheets. "You say the loveliest things," He whispered in my ear. He gathered me in his arms, warm as could be and horrifically inviting. I melted against him until everything ran slow and saccharine. Lips pressed against my temple, and then I felt the weight of his head as it dipped onto my pillow. "Peter?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Why can't I shake the feeling something bad is going to happen?" ~ After being taken from her home, Sixteen needs to fight not to lose her mind after returning to the arms of Martin Brenner. Hallucinations and nightmarish visions seem to follow her everywhere she goes, as does a man she thought she'd killed five years before.

Y/N Hartwood was an average girl in London. She lived with her Aunt in a small home since her parents died from unknown reasons. She went to an average middle school and she was about to start eighth grade until she received a letter in the mail. A letter that would change everything. Her life changed in ways she only thought was possible in fairytales. The change was hard and the boy with blonde hair and eyes as cold as stone didn't help. [FINISHED] Spoilers so read at your own risk. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE GOLDEN TRIO + HAGRID ~True enemy to lovers slow burn~

my dearest darling love,

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Draco. The boy who didn't have a choice in anything, except one. He could protect the one thing that he would kill to save. Y/N Hartwood. He casts a memory spell on impulse. It would knock her out, give her new memories without her having to see everyone she loved meet their demise. But instead of knocking her out, she's transported to an entirely different universe. Seeking help with unlikely partners, he sets out to find her. The girl who's lost everything.