Bad Habit Before the cheating. Before the rumors. Before the babies with different skin and different questions- there was just them A Southern girl who never believed in fairy tales. A superstar who never believed he deserved love. One interview. One spark. One sin they never walked away from. This is the story of London Michelle and Michael Jackson- a love too deep to leave, too broken to stay, and too addictive to ever quit. Some people fall in love. They fell into a bad habit.

They said love made her soft. People's opinion hurted her Somewhere between photos the lies And the lyrics, breaking news, a woman learned that sweetness can rot, that the lemonade she was handed tastes different once you realize the man who squeezed the lemons the worlds said that was her breakdown She said " when your handed lemons you make lemonade"

They were everything to each other once. Then life, distance, and unspoken wounds tore them apart, leaving five years of silence where there used to be devotion. When they finally find their way back, it isn't a gentle reunion. It's a collision-old feelings resurfacing, buried love coming back to life, pain and memory and longing tangled so tightly they can't tell where one ends and the other begins. This is a story about losing each other, finding each other again, and discovering that love is not always soft. Sometimes it's a storm that never quite leaves your life. But no matter the weight, they have to learn to 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. - Started: sometime in 2025, then I deleted it by mistake! Ended: TBD

Oneshots of Michael and various different women with story plots to die for. Read at your own risk.

Sienna cheated death. She didn't wait for fate to decide her existence. She clawed her way out of the grave meant to silence her. And Michael? He has no idea that the girl he buried is walking again- breathing, watching, remembering. Fatality isn't logical. Obsession isn't love. And what you bury doesn't always stay underground. When Michael finally hears a knock on his door, it won't be an answer. It won't be forgiveness. It'll be the past... wearing the face he thought he'd never see again. And fate- fate is knocking with her. #4 in resurrection! 11/28/25 #7 in mjfan! 11/28/25 #2 in fatalattraction! 11/28/25 #9 in dangerousera! 11/28/25 #17 in vengeance! 01/09/26 #8 in dangerousera! 03/02/26 #4 in mjfan! 03/23/26

Eternally Bound by Blood.

| MICHAEL JACKSON STORY | oneshot - "For a writer, you're a very bad liar." "What's that supposed to mean?" Bucking her head forward and slitting her eyes, she asks. "Aren't writers supposed to be persuasive?" "Shouldn't writers have the power to persuade readers with their words?" She tilted her head and hummed in thought. "Well, yes, but that doesn't completely mean we know how to lie, at least verbally." She shook her head lightly, explaining. Michael shrugged, happy with her answer. "Lying, in a way, is an art form, " she began. Michael arched his perfectly groomed brow in amusement. "It takes practice to recognize what people want and be able to give them that without ever having to tell a lie, simply telling them what they wanna hear, which is being persuasive." - Met you on a Saturday Knew it was somethin' soon as you spoke it Eye fucking across the table, don't think anybody noticed You asked me if I was coming to city you from Maybe we should kick it, I was interested That would be dumb, if I denied......

Armani Yvonne Smith was made for the spotlight - a motown childstar turned powerhouse. But behind the lights, she is a mess: impulsive, petty, and exhausting. She grew tired of being wanted but not properly loved. Then sweet and complicated Michael Jackson returns. The one man who was gentle enough to see through her mess and love her regardless. Sadly, loving her had never been a safe bet. Lies, secrets, deceit, and betrayal becomes a harsh reality that could scar them indefinitely and inflict wounds that cut deep. But faced with this tangled mess, Armani would soon realize that sometimes love can't save her. Only she can save herself. - You become what you tolerate, what you ignore, what you don't heal.