𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓷𝔂 ⎯⎯ ♡ this is a (dirty) love letter to 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 in the form of an 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. for those who just can't stop loving him. ♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏: 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 + 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐝 era michael jackson imagines, chronologically connected & (sometime) inspired by real-life MJ events, after you met him on the 1984 grammys night.

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 ]

Growing up together, Michael and Lucy had each other. Lucy was the person Michael needed through his life that he didn't have in the real world. She was his best friend, girlfriend, companion, number 1 fan and his biggest supporter in everything he did. But once the world found out, she got her own spotlight. From runways to movies, to producing hit songs, Lucy became her own person and they became the "it" couple. They both travelled around the world on tours, growing their relationship and friendship. Follow the story of Michael and Lucy's relationship throughout the years and how different Michael's life turned out due to having a special someone everyone knew he needed. Having someone to help him through the hard times as well as preventing lots of bad things from ever happening to him. Also all the traumas and dramas that lucy and Michael went through and how they dealt with it with each other. Timeline 1969- present day *trust the process of the story it gets better as u read on I promise😝

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]

He didn't expect her. Not there. Not then. Not in the quiet corner of a chat room at 2 a.m., where usernames came and went like ghosts. Michael has lived a thousand lives in the spotlight-but when the world goes quiet and the lights fade, he's just a man aching for connection He stumbles across a woman named RachelLyn78, and something in her softness, her honesty, her truth, pulls him in. She doesn't know his name. Doesn't know his past. Doesn't ask for anything but conversation. And somehow, night after night, she becomes the safest place he knows. What starts with a simple message eventually grows into something neither of them expected laughter that feels like warmth, confessions wrapped in midnight stillness, and a tenderness that slips past every wall he's ever built. She doesn't know who he is. He doesn't know what she looks like. But they know each other where it matters. And when she asks, "Do you think people can fall in love without ever touching?" He already knows the answer.

She was just trying to keep her life simple. wake up, go to work, and come home to peace and quiet in her little house on the corner. But peace packed its bags the moment he pulled up next door, dragging in loud music, leather jackets, and the growl of a motorcycle that shook the street. She hadn't even seen his face yet, but she felt him. Heard the sound of his boxes hitting the porch, the low rumble of his voice through the walls, the crackle of something new in the air. So she dusted off her old diary, something she hadn't touched since she was a girl, and started writing again just to make sense of the storm settling in next door. But when she finally laid eyes on him? Whew. Tall, lean, and fine enough to make a woman forget her prayers. He had trouble written all over him, Sultry eyes, long nights, the kind of eyes that undressed her from his porch without saying a single word. And when their eyes locked for the first time? It was like the South stood still. She knew better than to fall for a man like that. He wasn't her type. He wasn't her plan. But something about him pulled at her like heat off the pavement in July-slow, rising, and impossible to ignore. Now every glance is a dare. Every night, a temptation. And that old diary? It's filling up faster than she can stop her heart from racing. Because sometimes love don't come in a perfect package. Sometimes, it moves in next door with a loud bike and a past nobody wants to talk about. And sometimes? It sees you before you even know you've been seen.

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ "𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴." -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- 𝐦𝐣𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐜𝐮𝐦

Book I Of the 'Not Vanilla' Imagine Series. 𝚃𝚆: includes strong language, Sexual content, Explicit content. Readers discretion is Advised Imagines Between you & Michael Jackson. Request are optional, send them to @/2badlala on Twitter.

Neverland, 1991. One ranch. Two minds. A thousand truths waiting to surface. Natalie Sterling is a composed, brilliant historian with zero tolerance for celebrity nonsense. Hired to research French artifacts for Michael Jackson, she expects paperwork, not chemistry. But Michael isn't what she imagined. Thoughtful. Gentle. Quietly intense. And he's not used to women who don't flinch or fawn. What starts as history research becomes something slower. Deeper. Unspoken. The line between past and present, fact and feeling, begins to blur. No fairy dust. No tabloid drama. Just two adults developing an intense connection. Will this story end up in passionate love or go up in flames? ◇◇◇ Note: ⚠️ This story explores explicit themes of intimacy, emotional vulnerability, and desire. 18+ only.

"I hate you so damn much, you make my blood boil, but I can't stop thinking about you." / Evelyn Moreau was raised in the shadows of power, hidden from the blood and betrayal that built her father's empire. But when Elias Moreau is gunned down, everything changes. His death doesn't just leave a vacancy at the top-it leaves Evelyn under the protection of the one man she was never meant to get close to. Michael Jackson is cold. Calculated. Dangerous. He doesn't make mistakes, and he doesn't let people in. But Evelyn isn't a girl who takes orders, and Michael isn't the kind of man who keeps people around. Evelyn is done being protected. She wants answers. She wants revenge. And the only person standing in her way... is him. But in a world built on silence and violence, their chemistry is the one thing they can't control, and the one thing that could burn them both. He was never supposed to care. She was never supposed to fight back. But loyalty has a cost. And some truths don't stay buried.