"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.

She is used to getting everything and anyone she wants. When Michael Jackson steps into the picture her perspective changes when she can't get the one thing she really wants.... him.

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 𝟐: 𝐛𝐚𝐝 era michael jackson imagines, chronologically connected & (sometime) inspired by real-life MJ events, after you met him on the 1984 grammys night.

After Michael's passing, his kids were left under the care of his childhood best friend, Krystal. Neverland ranch was brought back to life thanks to Krystal. But her life was long changed. She struggled for her friend but didn't expect what happened next....

[Michael Jackson Fanfiction Awards winner 2016.] Bad Era - 1987. "There's always something to live for." Citria Espinosa is a young woman whose life has been turned upside down with the recent death of her mother. With no need for a job due to her inheritance, she spends her time aiming to live a carefree life as a form of escapism from the harsh reality she's in. However, when she stumbles upon a stranger sat on the curb not far from where she lives, she realises that his reality is even harsher than hers. Suicidal and lonely - with no confidence or trust in the outside world - he is taken under her wing and she promises that they will remain friends ... ... For Forever and a Half. Note: this story mentions heavily the affects of mental health issues, suicide and self-harm. If this is a sensitive topic to you, please read at your own caution, or do not read at all. You are so loved regardless of what you believe. I love you. Thank you for being here. Highest rankings: #1 in #michaeljosephjackson #1 in #kingofpop #4 in #badera

"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.

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.

Disowned and left to herself Maeve gets kicked out of her childhood home when she needed the help of her family the most. Years passed and Maeve found her passion but when she gets the chance to work as a Chef for Michael Jackson's Bad World Tour she didn't hesitate to take the opportunity. Soon Michael and Maeve become inseparable and Maeve made it her mission to keep Michael sane and healthy throughout the tour, because after all he loves to tour 🤌🏽 Their friendship quickly turns into more but certain events make them think they aren't meant to be. To proof them wrong, the universe sent a very clear message.

[Completed] [18+] It's summer, 1979 when Michael Jackson turns 21, releases "Off the Wall," and meets his first love. ~*~*~ Nicole: You're in hotels a lot, huh? Michael: Yes. Most would pause to wonder how often is "a lot," but Michael didn't. He answered very matter-of-factly. Nicole could relate to the feeling of loneliness, being the only child of two hard-working parents. She watched his hands continue to play on the table, now reaching for the dish of sugar packets. He pulled out two, tipping them together like a tippee. Then mirrored the motion with two more. Nicole: You seem like a lonely person... I am too. She wasn't sure what propelled the words. Instantly Nicole felt the urge to apologize. Still pinching the sugar, Michael's eyes drifted up to hers, meeting for a second before looking away again. There was something about this stranger, maybe the softness in his bashful smile, that Nicole felt like she could trust. And if not, oh well, she'd never see him again anyway. Michael: Then we should be friends. We can be lonely together. ~*~*~ 🌻 This is a love story with a slow build. I promise, it's worth the wait! ⭐ Winner of the 2022 Michael Jackson FanFiction Awards for "Best Off the Wall Era FanFic" Highest Ranking: #5 in michaeljackson; #1 in michaeljacksonfanfiction; #1 in kingofpop, #1 in icon, #9 in fandom 🎤Inspired by true events in the life of Michael Jackson... but largely fictional.

Have you ever wondered what would Michael Jackson's life look like if some events didn't happen to him? If he had someone he trusted by his side through everything? Someone that had the power to save him from his tormented life? Hayley "Brit" Thames has the power to change Michael Jackson's future, and without knowing it, he has the power to make her love life again after something terrible happened to her. But nothing is that easy when fate is playing against you. *** "Here! I'm here," I exclaimed, as I found my way through the sea of people, ignoring the fact that my head was more and more aching as time passed by. "Ah, here she is," Carl smiled, and put his hand on my lower back. "Mr. Jackson, please meet Hayley Thames, one of the most passionate doctor I've ever met," he adressed the superstar who had Bethany on his lap. "Pleased to meet you," Michael Jackson smiled, standing up. He offered me his hand for me to shake it. "I've heard only great things about you so far." "I'm glad," I answered back, faking a smile, as the pain in my head was becoming unbearable. "N-Nice to meet you too, sir." At the second my hand made contact with his, my eyes couldn't see, my ears couldn't hear, my limbs couldn't move. It's like I was drowning in an ocean of images of him, of flashes I couldn't understand with people I didn't know. The only thing that seemed to be there, omnipresent, was him, Michael Jackson. It's like I could feel him invading my mind, like he was taking place in there without my approval. And then, nothing. Nothing but darkness.