Michael Jackson ^^
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Forward | Rewind to Tomorrow [Michael Jackson] by dagreatreader
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"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.
𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 - 𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵 𝓳𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 by aleskaadams
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DESTINY - HIStory ERA "Growing up around the Jackson family, Y/N always felt like part of the world her father worked so hard to manage. But while she shared an easy friendship with Marlon, Michael was different-distant, focused, and wrapped up in his music. They rarely spoke, and she never thought much of it... until the summer of 1979. Late-night rehearsals, stolen glances, and unspoken words begin to blur the lines between friendship and something more. For the first time, Michael sees her-not just as the daughter of a man he works with, but as someone he wants. And Y/N finds herself falling for the one person she was warned to stay away from. Her father has always made one thing clear: No getting close to the Jackson boys. But how can she resist when Michael is asking her to rock with him?"
stay until morning by selinacloudzz
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A world of fame, control, and carefully crafted perfection hides two minds quietly unraveling behind the spotlight. Celeste Saint Clair is a supermodel born into beauty and shaped by pressure, where every smile is performance and every success comes at a cost she never agreed to pay. Trapped between an image-obsessed industry and a controlling family, she survives a life that looks golden from the outside but feels suffocating within. On the other side of fame, Michael Jackson lives inside a world of brilliance and isolation, where music is both escape and burden. Haunted by recurring dreams of a woman he has never met, his reality begins to blur as creativity, memory, and obsession slowly intertwine. When their worlds begin to inch closer through the machinery of fame : magazines, events, and the entertainment industry, something impossible starts to take shape. Recognition before meeting. Connection before touch. Memory before reality. In a world where everyone is seen, but few are truly known, the line between destiny and illusion begins to disappear.