One contract. Six months. And one impossible arrangement. When you're chosen to become Michael Jackson's fake girlfriend, it sounds simple enough. Smile for the cameras. Play your part. Don't get attached. Unfortunately, nobody ever told you how impossible that last rule would be.

1987. The world belongs to Michael Jackson. Sold-Out stadiums. Flashing cameras. Endless screaming and fainting fans. To everyone else, he's larger than life - untouchable, mysterious, magic in human form. But behind the fame.. behind the sequined jackets and gloves.. Michael is lonely. Desperately lonely. Late at night, when the city finally quiets down, he slips away from the spotlight searching for the one things money and fame cannot buy - a real connection, something authentic. Then he meets Rachel. She isn't dazzled by Mr. Jackson. She does not fall at his feet. In fact, she barely knows what to make of him at all. But for the first time in years, Michael feels seen - not as a global pop star icon, but as just Michael. What begins as a chance encounter under the New York City street lights quickly turns into something deeper: stolen nights, dangerous secrets, and a love neither of them ever expected. But falling for the most famous man in the world comes with a price, and the closer Rachel gets to Michael, the more impossible it becomes to separate fantasy from reality. After Midnight is a slow burning, emotional romance about fame, loneliness, freedom, and what happens when two people find each other in the quiet hours when the rest of the world is asleep.

𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓷𝔂 ⎯⎯ ♡ this is an 𝟏𝟖+ love letter to 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 in the form of a 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. for those who just can't stop loving him. ♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐: 𝐛𝐚𝐝 era michael jackson imagines, chronologically connected & (sometime) inspired by real-life MJ events, after you met him on the 1984 grammys night.

⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ He promised he'd call every Sunday. Before the fame, before Thriller, before the world claimed him, Michael Jackson was just a shy little boy from Gary, Indiana. And you were the only person who ever spoke for him when he couldn't. His microphone. Fifteen years later, during the chaos of the Victory Tour, he remembers your voice instantly. And suddenly, the past neither of you truly buried begins finding its way back to the surface. __________ Michael Jackson x Reader

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

𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓷𝔂 ⎯⎯ ♡ this is an 𝟏𝟖+ love letter to 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 in the form of a 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. ♡ part 1: 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 + 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐝 era michael jackson imagines, chronologically connected & (sometime) inspired by real-life MJ events, after you met him on the 1984 grammys night.

Be his friend. Bear his child. Don't fall in love. That would be weird. Reeling from the wreckage of divorce, 38-year-old Michael Jackson clings to the last thread of a lifelong dream: becoming a father. With Neverland emptied of laughter and trust, he turns to the only person who's never left- his best friend. His quiet constant. And he asks her the impossible. What begins as a promise to carry his child becomes something deeper: carrying his heart, his secrets, and his survival itself. ___ WARNING: Grief, death, traumatic events, implied sex (not graphic.) #1 in #michaeljackson [8.16.25] #1 in #michaeljackson [10.28.25] #1 in #michaeljackson [11.10.25] #1 in #mj [8.10.25] #1 in #90s [11.17.25]

[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.