Many use only Michael in imagines, weeeeeeeeelllllllll, I don't. I mean all the other boys have amazing talent, including Jermaine. Take a dive into imagines of our favorite Afro bopping, guitar playing, record breaking, overly talented boys. I also take wishes on story imagines I should make, soooooooo..... HIT ME UP

These imagines and short stories will be clean ----- Y/N: Your name Y/L/N: Your last name E/C: Eye color H/C: Hair color H/L: Hair length F/C: Favorite color Y/B/F: Your best friend ----- UPDATES WILL BE SLOW! PLEASE BE POLITE AND RESPECTFUL! ENJOY!

A series of one shots based on the Thriller album.

Michael x reader fanfic This is my own work© #7 mjinnocent

This is a collection of Michael Jackson imagines. If you feel like reading some cute, loving scenes of you and Michael, you've definitely come to the right place! ! Every imagine written is mine, so please don't copy it or pretend it's yours. Don't forget to vote, comment and share. Enjoy!

mj imagines 🌟! enjoy 💋

𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪'𝕤

"the imagination of me and you mike"

(Update Often) short imagines/stories about you and Michael Jackson.

MJJ Imagine No. 27 A moment in time in an imaginary life with Michael Jackson. My fourth dream of Michael Jackson that I have turned into another imagine. Here's a summary of my dream for you: I was watching Michael rehearsing. I don't know if it was for a benefit, a performance, or a tour. I do know we were very good, close friends but there could have been more to that. Suddenly we're in another building that is under construction, yet it flipped to being a house under construction. There's also boom box set up with CDs featuring Michael's music. We talk about his rehearsal, he sings and does different parts of his routines. He ends up holding my hand and showing me how to do some of his steps. Then he starts to slow dance with me. And of course, my alarm goes off. So I snoozed my alarm and fell back asleep. I was back in that building/house but Michael was no where to be found. So I pretended he was there and started to waltz with "imaginary Michael." However, I remember getting this uneasy feeling like he was watching me from somewhere but that quickly turned into an uneasy, spooky feeling that was not Michael, so I hightailed it out of there. "Out of there" turned out to be the first floor of a house I apparently owned and lived in and I was greeted by my two cats. It was an interesting dream that was all over the place because my two cats were Sven and Lincoln who both passed away, 12 and 15 years ago respectively. And it ended with me meeting my husband and my parents at a restaurant - yes, my real life husband and parents. Have I decided what "Michael era" my dream took place in? Are you and he dancing in a building or a home under construction? Are you close friends or more? You'll have to read it to find out.