౨ৎ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ౨ৎ Aria Vale had one rule. Never let Hollywood see you cry. It worked for a while. The magazines called her the "Ice Queen," men called her difficult, and everyone who didn't know her decided she was a bitch before she even opened her mouth. Then came Michael Jackson. Not in person. Not at first. Just his name on a tour proposal, his face on billboards, and one line on a fax that pissed her off far more than it should have: "Mr. Jackson has personally approved Miss Vale for the European leg." So Aria says yes. Not because she likes him. And definitely not because she forgives him. But if Michael Jackson thinks he can turn her into a footnote in his comeback story, he's about to learn very quickly that Aria Vale was never made to stand behind anyone. ౨ৎ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ౨ৎ 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐 ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚

The Jackson family is back & a little older, but maybe not wiser. You've read Skylar & Michael's story, now see the world through their kids' eyes in 'The New Millennium'.

(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved

Michael Jackson and the person he would've deserved. / set in BAD era / / actual events used for reference /

The neighbor knows his name, but she kinda wishes she didn't.

Meet Diana Harris, fiercely sassy, too proud for her own good, and arguably the most ruthless attorney in Los Angeles. It's the early 2000s, the media is in a frenzy, and Diana has one ultimate goal: tearing down Michael Jackson in the courtroom. She isn't just a non-fan, she actively despises the pop icon and is determined to win her case, no matter the cost. ​But the universe has a funny way of objecting to our plans. ​Speeding down Sunset Boulevard one evening, a devastating car accident sends Diana's world spinning into black. When she finally opens her eyes, she isn't waking up in an L.A. hospital. Instead, she finds herself thrown into an impossible reality and burdened with a bizarre, supernatural mission she never asked for.

Pop Sensation Michael Jackson is a snob. Makeup Artist Yaya Everette is a sweetheart. Two worlds collide and Two hearts connect.

❝ loving you feels so right ❞

one-night stand: 1. informal a sexual relationship lasting only one night. • Michael Jackson is a nice & sweet man, right? I guess you could say that if you define nice & sweet as fucking one girl & moving on to the next without giving a lovely fuck about how they feel. Skylar Wright was just getting out of an 8-year relationship when she met Michael. Feeling depressed, she decided to try to get rid of the pain by having a one-night stand. The result ended up changing their lives forever.

[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.