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𝑨 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑶𝒄 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝒜ℐ𝒮ℋ𝒜 𝒦𝒜𝒫𝒪𝒪ℛ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏ𝓍ᴇꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ. ᴀ ʙʀɪᴛɪꜱʜ ꜱᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀꜱɪᴀɴ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ, ꜱɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʀᴛ. ℳℐ𝒞ℋ𝒜ℰℒ 𝒥𝒜𝒞𝒦𝒮𝒪𝒩 ʜᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ: ꜰᴀᴍᴇ, ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ʏᴇᴛ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴛʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ 𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟦 ɢʀᴀᴍᴍʏ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇ𝓍ᴘᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ, ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

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

𑣲 I just- ...I just wish I had the chance to get to see you guys again." "I just wish... you'd see how amazing i am now..." "I just.. -wish." ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ - What if Michael Jackson had met a woman who truly understood him, someone who loved him for who he was behind the fame, rather than the persona on stage? In this alternate timeline, their deep bond had brought six children into this world (instead of three), helping fill his life with the chaotic, joyful normalcy he had always craved. Sixteen years after their parents' tragic deaths, a bitter feud over the family estate has driven a wedge between the six siblings' relationship. And a simple wish... well, a cluster of wishes. Accidentally rips them back to the 1980s, forcing them to fulfill these wishes while trying to secure a future where one of them might never exist. The six siblings must learn to become a real family again by working together to find a way home.

Not all storms come to disrupt your life. Some come to clear your path.

"𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳" 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, latoya's best friend basically throughout her whole life, catherine guinevere, gets introduced to 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 -- in between, discovering mixed feelings, complex emotions, and struggles with the truth all while growing up to be a star. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 michael jackson x fem!oc

Everyone knows Michael Jackson. Eden Blue doesn't. To her, he's simply the quiet older brother of her best friend, always disappearing into recording studios, humming unfinished melodies, and laughing at jokes no one else seems to understand. Somewhere between movie nights, family dinners, and ordinary afternoons that never stay ordinary for long, friendship begins to blur into something neither of them expected. Maybe the greatest love stories aren't written beneath spotlights. Maybe they happen in the quiet moments no one was watching.

A teenage girl moves into the neighborhood in Gary, Indiana, and becomes friends with Michael . As his fame grows with the Jackson 5, they struggle to hold onto their friendship while feelings begin to develop.

During one of his concerts with his brothers in 1979, Michael receives a letter from one of his fans. A letter with a phone number inside, that was all it took to change the entire trajectory of Michael's life. A sort of fix-it fic, where Michael meets someone, falls in love, and a lot of the bad things in his life won't go the way they did because now he has the support he needed to deal with it. 👑 highest rank: #10 thejacksons ; #10 offthewall ; #26 kingofpop ; #60 michaeljackson Off the Wall era Michael Jackson Fanfic. Michael x male OC --------------------- Essa fic também está sendo postada em português.

Brittany meets Michael during the worst time of her life. Read their story.

When asked if he was happy, Michael promptly answered yes. And that wasn't a lie at all. He was happy to be doing what he was born to do. Sing, dance, make people happy. His dreams were finally coming true. Who wouldn't be happy about that? But Michael is human, and just little a child, and as such there is always something more that is missing. Something simple but essential in any child's life. A friend. 👑 #4 thejackson5 ; #11 thejacksons ; #21 offthewall ; #25 kingofpop ; #59 michaeljackson Jackson 5, The Jacksons and Off the Wall era Michael Jackson Fanfic. Michael x male OC --------------------- Essa história também está sendo postada em português.

Emersyn Viglianco doesn't have a life of extravagance. She loved, worked, and remained independent regardless of the challenges she faces everyday- it's not only to move forward but to let go of a past that hinders at best. Meeting Michael Jackson wasn't part of it. Not even to fall in love with him in a world she didn't know existed.

Eléa Clementine Jones is a twenty-one-year-old aspiring Hollywood creative with a passion for fashion, music, and everything that happens behind the scenes. After losing her family at the age of nine, she learns to rely only on herself, eventually leaving her small hometown in Georgia for Los Angeles in pursuit of a better future. Quiet, observant, and fiercely hardworking, Eléa has built walls around her heart after years of loss and disappointment. While many mistake her independence for coldness, those who earn her trust discover a loyal, compassionate, and deeply loving soul. Working at Epic Records, her life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with Michael Jackson, setting in motion a journey that will change both of their lives forever.

In 1986, Virginia "Gina" Toledo Alvarez is a fiercely ambitious Cuban-American medical student building a life in New York when a friend's journalism project brings her into Michael Jackson's orbit. Their connection begins quietly-with a note, then a letter, then carefully timed phone calls across hospitals, studios, hotel rooms, and continents. What grows between them is intimate, complicated, and increasingly impossible to contain within the word friend. But loving Michael means living beside a public world that believes it owns him, while loving Gina means accepting that her career, family, and independence cannot become extensions of his fame. As Michael's artistic life expands and Gina fights to become a surgeon, they must navigate distance, grief, ambition, race, family, privacy, unequal power, and the danger of mistaking protection for control. **Disclaimer** Still Here, Always is: An alternate-universe, real-person Fanfiction featuring Michael Jackson and an original female character. This story is fictional and is not presented as biography.

"You should stop looking at me like that," I whispered. Michael's smile was small, almost careful. "Like what?" "Like you know exactly what I'm thinking." His eyes stayed on mine. "I don't," he said softly. "But I'd like to." - Arthemis Lou becomes Hollywood's newest obsession after a role that hits too close to her real life. Michael Jackson is already living under the kind of spotlight she's only beginning to fear. They meet quietly, behind the noise, and what starts as understanding turns into something softer, deeper, and harder to hide. A slow-burn romance about fame, tension, healing, and two souls the world was never meant to understand.

"Are you afraid of me?" "A little." "...Not enough to walk away." -- June Willow arrives at Saint Aurelius Conservatory believing music will change her life. Instead, she finds whispered voices behind ancient walls, a mysterious mark appearing on her wrist, and a conductor whose gaze lingers just a little too long. Michael Jackson has spent more than a century burying his secrets. The last thing he expected was the one woman capable of unraveling them. Some melodies are cursed. Some loves should never begin.

( 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 x𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞! reader / oc! ) ━━━ The year is 1978 and Astoria Briggs is a board mixer for Capital Records, when one day her boss tells her the infamous Quincy Jones' client is stuck on a song. They need a mixer, someone fresh to the scene. Astoria was just the person they were looking for and the rest, well...... it's difficult to explain. ──────────── ━━━ [ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 ] All pictures and images do not belong to me, nor does Michael Jackson, all credits to their respectful owners.

In the summer of 2026, the world is buzzing with the release of the Michael Jackson biopic. For twenty-two-year-old Xiomara Vega, the theater is a sanctuary, a place to lose herself in the music of the man she's spent her whole life admiring from afar. But as the silver screen fades to black and the hum of the theater lulls her into an exhausted sleep, the world shifts. Xiomara doesn't wake up in a plush cinema seat. She wakes up on a cold park bench in 1984, greeted by the sound of a police officer's baton and a world without smartphones, Uber, or the internet. Trapped in the neon-soaked peak of the Thriller era, Xiomara is a ghost from a future that hasn't happened yet. To survive, she secures a job at the periphery of the King of Pop's whirlwind life. She knows every headline before it breaks, every secret before it's whispered, and every heartache before it strikes. She's determined to keep her head down and find a way home, until she meets him. Michael is lonely, shielded by fame, and searching for someone who sees the man behind the sequined glove. In Xiomara's "futuristic" spirit and mysterious origins, he finds a soul he can't explain. But as the timeline begins to blur and the pull of 2026 grows stronger, Xiomara must decide: do you save the man you love from the future you already know? Or do you risk disappearing forever? The studio was quiet, the smell of old mahogany and expensive cologne hanging in the air as he reached out, his fingers barely brushing her wrist, his voice a soft, desperate anchor in the dark. "Mara, stay... with me... stay here."