{tw: heavy mentions of sexual themes, mention of pregnancy loss, drugs & alcohol} in the neon-soaked music scene of 1987, michael jackson is the undisputed king of pop, obsessively perfecting his upcoming album. then comes leah-a sharp-witted, independent songwriter whose debut hit is rapidly outpacing his own. as they clash in a high-stakes battle for chart dominance, their professional hostility masks a volatile, undeniable attraction. in a world of pr spin and industry sabotage, michael and leah are the only two people who truly understand the cost of fame-and the danger of falling for the enemy. {timeline jump to 1990-dangerous era} -concept by @serenity4you-

Michael Jackson and Marilyn Bennett have been arguing for eight years. Nobody remembers exactly how it started anymore. Not their coworkers. Not their friends. Not even them. What began as a mutual dislike somewhere in the mid-1980s has long since evolved into something far more ridiculous: a rivalry fueled by sarcasm, stubbornness, and an almost impressive inability to mind their own business. By 1992, everyone around them has learned to expect it. If Michael has an idea, Marilyn will find a flaw in it. If Marilyn makes a decision, Michael will have an opinion about it. Every conversation becomes a debate. Every debate becomes an argument. And somehow, despite claiming they can't stand each other, they keep finding themselves in the same rooms, the same meetings, and the same corners of each other's lives. The problem is, hatred is easy. It's familiar. It's safe. What's much harder to explain is why the person who knows exactly how to get under your skin is also the first person you want to tell things to. Why their absence feels strangely noticeable. Or why, after years of rolling your eyes at someone, you suddenly start seeing them differently. Because somewhere between the rehearsals, late nights, sharp remarks, and endless disagreements, the lines begin to blur. Arguments become conversations. Conversations become understanding. And the person they've spent years pushing away slowly becomes the one they can't imagine losing. Unfortunately, admitting that would require Michael and Marilyn to do something neither of them has ever been particularly good at: Being wrong. Out of Line is a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers story set during Michael Jackson's Dangerous era, following two stubborn people as they navigate rivalry, reluctant respect, unexpected friendship, and the terrifying realization that the person they've been arguing with all along may be the person they were always meant to find.

Thalia Rahman preferred history to people. Working quietly in the archives beneath a London museum was predictable, organised, and safe-exactly how she liked her life. Then one night she finds a man in the restricted storage room. A man who looks exactly like Michael Jackson. Not an impersonator. Not a conspiracy theorist. The real Michael Jackson. Alive, terrified, and with almost no memory of what happened after 2009. At first, Thalia is convinced she's losing her mind. But when strange files begin disappearing from the archives, anonymous phone calls start following her home, and evidence surfaces linking her late brother to a secret project known only as Encore, she realises something far bigger is happening. Now Thalia, Michael, her chaotic roommate Lily, an eccentric tech archivist named Josh, and an increasingly stressed Chris Tucker are thrown into a dangerous search for the truth. One involving hidden facilities, stolen records, archive break in, fake identities, and a conspiracy powerful enough to erase people completely. The problem? None of them are remotely qualified for any of this. Especially not Michael, who keeps accidentally using his real name during undercover missions. Funny, emotional, mysterious, and occasionally unhinged, this story explores grief, friendship, found family, and what it means to finally be seen as a person instead of an icon. And somewhere beneath all the chaos lies one impossible question: What if the world's most famous ghost came back after all?

​"I don't do soft, and I definitely don't do pop stars." ​22 year old Georgina Millie, "George" to her friend prides herself on not being like other girls, keeping her walls high and her heart fiercely guarded. Ringing up customers at a quiet pastry shop alongside her best friend Candice is exactly the simple, uncomplicated life she craves. ​But when 45 year old Michael Jackson came into her life, everything shifts. Against all odds, the girl who swore she'd never drop her guard finds herself softening for the most famous man on the planet.

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

He told her to stay away. Now, she owes him everything.

"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.

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...

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.

[SLOW BURN] It is 2006. The trial is over, but Michael Jackson has locked himself in a prison of his own making. He is completely isolated, deeply guarded, and wholly disgusted by the press. He refuses to speak to anyone-until Maeve Carter. Maeve is Europe's most ruthless and respected journalist, and she doesn't care about tabloid garbage. She is flying to New York with one goal: get the interview, secure the massive bonus, and pay for her mother's life-saving cancer treatments. It was supposed to be a simple transaction. But when the doors to the penthouse lock, the King of Pop is nothing like the broken man the media painted. He is sharp, intimidating, and looking for a challenge. And Maeve is the first person in years who isn't afraid to give him one. #1 - kingofpop #1 - moonwalker #1 - mjj #1 - michaeljosephjackson #93 - fanfic