ONE SHOTS

ONE SHOTS

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Writing this just because I'm Genuinely lazy to finish my books and because I have ideas, shows I'll write about : 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐁𝐗 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 (highkey don't watch but if I have too I will) 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐕𝐃𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐂 If you have more shows I should do POVs about I'm down, a other reason why I'm making this is because those pov acc on ig notes lwk eat so bad (fav creator slytherinslvttss) check her out 🤏🏼
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"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.

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