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.

𝒜 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝒸 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒. He came to The Mirage Hotel looking for silence. A year ago, his lover fell to her death from the balcony of Room 7. Now, on the anniversary, he's back, drawn by guilt, memory, and the promise of something he can't let go. But The Mirage remembers every guest who's ever checked in. And some stories don't end when the door closes. (Loosely based on 'This Place Hotel').

A collection of stories that celebrate Michael Jackson - and the black women that loved him. [18+ sexual content, drug reference] *INDEFINITE HIATUS*

"𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." In which Michael becomes involved in an affair with a taken woman and lets his growing feelings for her cloud his judgement.

Tiana Rowland was the world's most famous model. She's been seen on covers, shown on commercials, even did a few music video cameos but not with the man she wanted. Tiana would strive to become richer and make sure the world never stop talking about her. What better way to do so than to use people for what they could offer? Michael was one of those who could offer more. He wanted what she could offer as well but was it worth going after? Could it had been love or just pure desire?

**REWRITING** After traveling to the countryside to take a break from society, Monty Darling was beginning to relax into the solitude. That is, until an influx of nightmares and sightings of a blue-eyed, shadowy figure start to threaten her safety and mental state. Paranoia plagues her existence, and just when she feels she's on the brink of insanity, she dreams of a radiant star, then finds a naked man beaten and starving in the cornfields behind her house, growing enamored by the mystery and child-like innocence he possesses. **TW: Mental illness, disillusionment/detachment, swearing, violence, horror, gore, slight sexual content (nothing too explicit), mentions of child abuse, imprisonment, mentions of psychological abuse/manipulation **Michael is not famous in this story. ***And thank you so much for the lovely cover, motownmimi. It really means a lot to me.

| MICHAEL JACKSON STORY | oneshot - "For a writer, you're a very bad liar." "What's that supposed to mean?" Bucking her head forward and slitting her eyes, she asks. "Aren't writers supposed to be persuasive?" "Shouldn't writers have the power to persuade readers with their words?" She tilted her head and hummed in thought. "Well, yes, but that doesn't completely mean we know how to lie, at least verbally." She shook her head lightly, explaining. Michael shrugged, happy with her answer. "Lying, in a way, is an art form, " she began. Michael arched his perfectly groomed brow in amusement. "It takes practice to recognize what people want and be able to give them that without ever having to tell a lie, simply telling them what they wanna hear, which is being persuasive." - Met you on a Saturday Knew it was somethin' soon as you spoke it Eye fucking across the table, don't think anybody noticed You asked me if I was coming to city you from Maybe we should kick it, I was interested That would be dumb, if I denied......

True connection often lies in the most unexpected places.

Second book of the 'When We Were Younger...' series. {Off The Wall - Thriller Era}

❝Maybe the walls will tumble, and the sun may refuse to shine; but when I say I love you, baby, you gotta know that's for all time....❞