A Michael Jackson Fanfiction. Time Travel. At 5:30 PM, the world tilted. Ella was in the kitchen, helping her sister with dinner, when the television in the living room began to blare a frantic, staccato rhythm of "Breaking News." "...Reports coming in from Los Angeles... Michael Jackson has been rushed to UCLA Medical Center... unresponsive..." The wooden spoon slipped from Ella's hand, clattering onto the tile. "No," she whispered. "It's just a rumor. He has a show tomorrow. He has to be okay." But the news didn't stop. It got worse. The "unconfirmed reports" turned into "sources say," and then, the finality of the words hit her like a physical blow to the stomach. "Michael Jackson is dead at 50." ----------- "I wish I could have saved him," she sobbed into the humid night air. "I wish I could go back. I would have told him. I would have stopped them." She stepped into the crosswalk. The screech of tires was the last thing she heard. A white sedan, speeding through the intersection, slammed into her small frame. There was a moment of weightlessness, a flash of red, and then... nothingness. ------------ "Who are you?" Ella asked, her voice echoing. "A curator of 'what-ifs'," the man said, gesturing for her to sit beside him. "You have a very loud heart, Ella. It was screaming all the way across the veil. You want to save him that badly?" "More than anything," Ella said, sitting tentatively. "He didn't deserve to go out like that. Alone. Hurting. He gave everything to the world, and the world just took and took." The man pulled a heavy, silver watch from his pocket and handed it to her. It felt freezing cold in her palm. "Time travel has its cause and effect," he warned. "You go back to fill a void, but you leave one behind. And remember, Ella... you cannot save someone who does not want to be saved. You have to make him want to live" The hospital hallway dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors-reds, golds, and blacks-spinning faster and faster.

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.

❝ 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆-𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 ❞ 𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒, Elizabeth Gray was trying to make it in a city that barely noticed her-until one day in early 1983 changed everything. During his Thriller era, an accidental encounter put her face to face with Micheal Jackson, the biggest star in the world. It was one meeting. One accidental meeting. Yet she somehow managed to become the one place where he didn't feel like the biggest star in the world. Away from the cameras, the screaming crowds, and the home life that was slowly closing in on him. From stolen phone calls turning into a great love that was supposed to last a lifetime - time was never on their side. started ; may 1st, 2026 ended ; tags ; #3 michaeljacksonstory - 5/3/26 #2 michaeljacksonstory - 5/8/26 #2 michaelmovie - 5/13/26 #2 tragiclovestory - 5/18/26 fem!oc x micheal jackson [celebrity fanfic] nsfw content

Michael Jackson didn't love. He owned. He didn't ask. He commanded. He didn't break hearts. He broke people. Heir to a bloodline that devoured industries and swallowed nations whole, Michael didn't inherit wealth, he inherited dominion. Casinos. Airlines. Networks. Malls. Banks. You didn't rise without kneeling to a Jackson. And no one knelt deeper than the women in his bed. He wasn't a man. He was a storm in a suit. No affection. No mercy. No limits. His world was built on silence, bruises, and obedience. And when he was done with you? You disappeared. Then came her. Ruby. The daughter of the woman who once slept with his father and almost burned their empire to the ground. Now she stood before him--broke, alone, drowning in debts she couldn't pay. He should've walked away. But cruelty always had a price. And hers was submission. One year. No limits. No safeword. No freedom. He would erase her debts. Rebuild her failed legacy. But in return--she would surrender everything. Her body. Her will. Her pride. She said yes. And when he discovered she was untouched, innocent in every way? It didn't soften him. It challenged him. Because now, he wouldn't just own her. He'd destroy her. And she'd beg for more.

In the middle of the Dangerous era - world tours, tabloid pressure, artistic obsession, and loneliness behind superstardom - Michael meets a woman who doesn't fall at his feet immediately. She sees the exhausted man behind the icon, and that both fascinates and frustrates him. What begins as guarded friendship slowly turns into an intense emotional connection full of longing, vulnerability, jealousy, secrecy, and impossible timing... until both are forced to decide whether love is worth risking everything for.

She was never part of the plan. Not the fame, not the music, not the legacy he was building. She was just a girl who called him Michael not Michael Jackson, just Michael. They were good together once. Really good. But good doesn't always mean forever and she walked out of his life leaving nothing but a silence he couldn't fill no matter how loud the music got. Now Thriller is done, the world is waiting at his door, and all he can think about is her. He wrote her a song. She doesn't know that yet. But fate has a funny way of bringing people back to where they belong. insipid by @loumbre on tiktok

She was lonely. He was lonely. Neither of them expected a simple "It's peaceful, isn't it?" to change everything. Beneath the moonlight, two strangers begin sharing the stories they've kept hidden from the world. But some friendships leave footprints on the heart long after the night is over.

Copyright © 2016 by 100kitty All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission in writing from publisher. _____________________________________ Ava Green is in love with Michael Jackson and he is in love with her. Ava Green is living a normal life (or as normal as it can get). She is living in a place almost off the map and probably no one knows about. Her one big dream is to move to New York City. Away from this deserted place she lives in and start a job and maybe a family. She accidently dials the wrong number to find out its applehead(michael jackson) who picked up but she doesn't know its michael jackson and she falls for him. Soon she finds out she is one of the lucky people on the radio to get backstage tickets to a Michael Jackson concert. Once she lays eyes on him its instant love, but how can they finally meet? And know they already know eachother?

Jaafar Jackson thought starring as Michael Jackson in the biggest biopic of the decade would feel like destiny fulfilled. Instead, it feels like drowning in expectations, cameras, interviews, and a version of himself the world keeps trying to own. With fame escalating faster than he can emotionally process and his relationship with his fiancée, Maddie Simpson, slowly cracking under pressure, Jaafar creates a fake Instagram account just to escape. No blue checkmark. No headlines. No "Michael's nephew." Just a nobody. That's where he meets a girl named Lune. A girl with no selfies, no thirst traps, no obvious agenda. Her page is filled with photographs of old bookstores, rainy windows, records, handwritten notes, coffee cups, moonlit streets, and fragments of poetry. Mysterious. Quiet. Real. What begins as harmless late-night conversations slowly becomes the only place Jaafar can breathe. Until anonymity stops feeling simple.

𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃' 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓍𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓊𝑒, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ dance is all violet wilson has ever loved, and all she ever wanted to pursue as a career. she never allowed anything to get in the way of her and her dreams, especially relationships. so what happens when she is hired to be the lead choreographer for an upcoming biopic about her childhood hero? and what happens when she meets the boy who will be playing the part? 𝒿𝒶𝒶𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝒿𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓍 𝒻𝑒𝓂 𝑜.𝒸.