Los Angeles, 1978. Sylvia is 21 years old, sharp as a razor, and the youngest sound engineer in any room she walks into, nevermind a woman. She got the job through an old man's grace and her own two ears, and she intends to keep it by being invisible. Then the Jacksons walk into Cherokee Studios to record Destiny and one of them notices her anyway. By the time the Off the Wall sessions begin, invisible isn't an option anymore. A slow burn. A world on the edge of something enormous. And two people who keep ending up in the same room.

Y/N has spent her whole life working in a children's home in Los Angeles, dedicating every part of herself to protecting the children in her care. Making them smile, keeping them safe, and shielding them from the kind of pain she knows all too well has become her purpose. Love, however, is something she has always kept at a safe distance. That is, until an unexpected visit from Michael Jackson turns her carefully controlled world upside down. Drawn into a life she never imagined, Y/N is forced to confront the walls she has built around her heart. But can she learn to trust again, to be vulnerable, and to accept love - especially when it comes from the most famous man in the world? Or will her past prove too powerful to let her fall for him?

[SLOW BURN] It is 2006. The trial is over, but Michael Jackson has locked himself in a prison of his own making. He is completely isolated, deeply guarded, and wholly disgusted by the press. He refuses to speak to anyone-until Maeve Carter. Maeve is Europe's most ruthless and respected journalist, and she doesn't care about tabloid garbage. She is flying to New York with one goal: get the interview, secure the massive bonus, and pay for her mother's life-saving cancer treatments. It was supposed to be a simple transaction. But when the doors to the penthouse lock, the King of Pop is nothing like the broken man the media painted. He is sharp, intimidating, and looking for a challenge. And Maeve is the first person in years who isn't afraid to give him one. #1 - mj #1 - kingofpop #1 - moonwalker #1 - mjj #1 - michaeljosephjackson #93 - fanfic

Michael Jackson has everything except someone he can actually talk to when he feels lonely. You have nothing except a sharp tongue, three months of overdue rent, a McDonald's uniform that smells like frying oil, and a university degree that has done absolutely nothing for you. Then he asks you to be his sugar baby. No intimacy, no strings: just your company, your honesty, and your presence everywhere he goes, including a world tour that will take you further from your tiny LA apartment than you ever imagined. In return, you'll never have to worry about money again. It starts as the best financial decision you've ever made. It doesn't stay that way.

Michael Jackson x fem!Reader, 1989. best friends. sickfic.

He first sees you on a grainy television screen in the middle of the night. A rising boxer with sharp footwork, unreadable expressions, and fists that speak louder than words ever could. What begins as quiet admiration slowly turns into something neither of you expected. Somewhere between sold-out arenas, championship fights, late-night phone calls, bruised knuckles, recording studios, and the loneliness of fame, an unlikely friendship begins to take shape. One that gradually blurs into something far more for both of you. Over time, Michael Jackson becomes the one person you can always find in your corner.

Michael Jackson is no stranger to rumors, but when increasingly invasive articles begin dissecting his private life, even he starts to feel the weight of the headlines. At the same time, Hollywood's favorite leading lady is growing tired of being reduced to pretty smiles and successful romance films while her dreams of becoming a serious actress remain firmly out of reach. A carefully negotiated relationship offers a solution to both of their problems. For Michael, it provides a much-needed shift in public perception. For you, it opens doors that have always remained frustratingly out of reach. It's mutually beneficial, protected by a contract, and entirely for the cameras. At least, that's what it's supposed to be.

A collection of the oneshots I wrote for the Michael Jackson x Reader pairing. I hope you enjoy!

As an assistant to Michael Jackson's lawyer, you've spent months delivering paperwork to a star you can't stand. One dismissive nod at your first meeting was all your pride needed to write him off as arrogant. Then a strange old lady decides that pride deserves a lesson and puts a curse on you: human by day, cat by night. One night, a wrong turn leads you straight into the garden of Hayvenhurst, where the man you've been so cold to scoops you up without a second thought. Now he tells you everything he's never told anyone, and the more you listen, the harder it becomes to keep hating a man you never tried to understand.

MJAwards 2020 Winner! FINISHED!! {Jackson 5 - The Jackson's Era} "But do you... love me? And not like how you love your fans Michael; I mean... how a boyfriend loves his girl or... a husband loves his wife." ... "I don't exactly know what that type of love is to determine if I do or not." ... ."Well, I think love is when you strive to always see someone happy and be there for them when they are down. Helping them fight each and every battle they have to face. Think about them nonstop, get butterflies when you see them, feel shocks every time they touch you or kiss your lips. They're someone you can't and never want to live without. That's what love is to me anyway." ...after what seemed like an eternity, I feel his soft hands gently grab my face as our lips come together as one. "Then yes." He whispers with his lips brushing against mine. "I love you so much Shanelle."