A collection of single-chapter daydreams. Starring Michael. Written solely for You. True to character. All eras. In no particular order. ~*~*~ Requests are welcome, though not guaranteed. I make no promises to the frequency of my updates. My stories are not raunchy, though each chapter will have explicit content. For Mature Audiences Only.

[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.

"You're gonna make people think we're actually dating." "Isn't that what you wanted though?" Michael Jackson has spent years hiding his feelings for Y/n. Unfortunately for him, he's terrible at it. When he asks her to be his date for a high-profile gala, it should've been easy. Show up. Smile for the cameras. Play the part. Go home. Instead, a fake date turns into lingering touches, whispered confessions, jealous glances, and a dangerous realization. Some acts are a lot harder to walk away from than others. Or maybe they dropped the act long before either of them realized it.

"Tell me you don't still love me, I'll leave you alone if you can say that." He questioned. "Mike we're on in forty-five!" I heard a male's voice shout excitedly from behind the door. The sound of live music surrounded us, as the starting act began, and the impact was felt even on the wall I lay on. With us standing so close I could see just how much his coloring had changed since the night we met back in eighty-three. Beneath the warm dressing room lights, his skin glowed against the dark curls hanging around his face, and though he was cleanly shaven, faint pores still showed along his jaw where facial hair would've grown. He was lighter now, softer somehow, but no less beautiful. If anything, it made his features seem even more delicate. For a second his grip slightly loosened giving me enough space to shift just briefly. When he realized I was trying to break free, he refocused and held me just as tightly as before. Though his eyes never left me. I could smell the fresh smell of a shower emanating from his seemingly flawless skin. "Don't you have a show to get ready for?" "Not until you say it." "I don't have to say anything!" I said defiantly. "Damn it woman! Stop being so damn stubborn!" He yelled frustratedly. It was rare to see Michael so upset, and the extremely rare swear word led me to realize the seriousness of his tone. It was as if my shocked expression caused him to snap out of it. I watched as he extended his glare towards the paneled ceiling, exposing his veiny neck while doing so. I contemplated speaking, but decided against it, when he raised his voice it caused a nervous quiver within me. He never did that with me. Never. I didn't want to expose the tears that suddenly threatened to fall. "Can't you see I need you?...I need you."

Some promises aren't broken by the absence of love. They're broken by fear. By pride. By two hearts that loved each other so deeply... they forgot how to listen. Years ago, she walked away after sacrificing everything to protect the man she loved. Years ago, he let her go, believing she had stopped believing in him. Neither of them ever stopped loving. The world watched him become a legend. The world watched her disappear into silence. Time passed. Lives changed. New relationships came and went. But some souls refuse to forget the one person who ever truly felt like home. Now, years later... Fate has brought them face to face once again. He stands before the woman whose absence haunted every victory. She stands before the man she never stopped praying for. One apology. One shattered heart. One love that survived even when their relationship didn't. Can forgiveness heal what pride destroyed? Or are some guardian angels only meant to save the ones they love... never to be loved in return? "I never stopped loving you," he whispered. She smiled through her tears. "I know."

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.

When you're a friend of Michael Jackson, the unexpected is to be expected. Warning: A lot of strong crude sarcastic dirty sexual humor. TOXIC DARK THEMES. Also a different side of Michael's personality. I hope you love it.