🫶🏻 MWFA's BEST 2000's Era MJJ Fanfiction 2026 🫶🏻 At thirty-five, Imani Bailey has a flawless professional record and a completely non-existent love life. As an elite child development specialist, she's spent her career managing the households of the ultra-wealthy. As a proud NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth), she's spent her life guarding her independence, completely fine with the fact that she's never been in love. She isn't looking for romance, she's looking for her next paycheck. ​But her latest contract takes her far beyond the usual corporate elite. ​Hired under a strict, multi-million-dollar non-disclosure agreement, Imani is brought to a heavily fortified estate with one directive: establish routine and act as a human shield for Prince, Paris, and Blanket.. the children of Michael Jackson.

"Maybe some stars are meant to be admired from a distance. Even if it's a lonely view." Himiko Dwight lives for Michael Jackson. As a devoted super fan, she pours her heart into her diary, documenting every televised glimpse and every impossible wish to meet her idol face-to-face. While a real-life encounter feels like a distant dream, her diary is about to record an entry she never thought possible: the most beautiful day of her life.

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.

*UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING* My back slammed against the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. The skin on my back was raised in goosebumps from the temperature of the rough wall. I couldn't even feel myself breathe anymore as the air was hitched in my throat. "Oh doll, why'd you back up? Are you scared of me?" he states with a newly found grin on his face. "You should be." WARNING: Mature Content - A TON OF SMUT - Situations on cruelty and violence - References to drugs and alcohol

Camille Laurent grew up in a strict traditional family that taught her the world was divided into two kinds of people: black and white, and nothing in between. From her childhood, she remembers only discipline, silence and a pair of mysterious brown eyes that never left her mind. Now a famous celebrity makeup artist, Camille lives a life built on control and perfection, still shaped by her parents' expectations. Until she meets Michael Jackson...

"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.