**REWRITING** After traveling to the countryside to take a break from society, Monty Darling was beginning to relax into the solitude. That is, until an influx of nightmares and sightings of a blue-eyed, shadowy figure start to threaten her safety and mental state. Paranoia plagues her existence, and just when she feels she's on the brink of insanity, she dreams of a radiant star, then finds a naked man beaten and starving in the cornfields behind her house, growing enamored by the mystery and child-like innocence he possesses. **TW: Mental illness, disillusionment/detachment, swearing, violence, horror, gore, slight sexual content (nothing too explicit), mentions of child abuse, imprisonment, mentions of psychological abuse/manipulation **Michael is not famous in this story. ***And thank you so much for the lovely cover, motownmimi. It really means a lot to me.

(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved

Michael, a world renowned ambassador of pop music and a crossover of pop, r&b, and soul. Some call him a connoisseur, a "magician with luminescent grace", but yet none of these compliments matter. They were no match for the beauty who sat perched each night against the left wing of the stage, blowing him kisses each glance they shared. She was and is his world. She is his everything. "The very reason I breathe", He explains. Jesse Edmond, a dreamer with a philosophy of "When they say you can't, nod and silently prove them wrong", Her philosophy is always designated as the main being of her success. "A dancer with the poise of a gazelle" most compliment her. But just the same as Michael, the opinions of others were irrelevant to the opinion of his. He broke her fall. He kissed her bruises. He gave her breath. He is the very reason she breaths. "Without Michael there is no Jesse. He is apart of me. End of story" She explains. Being in love is never easy. There's no road map telling you which path to take. There is no key to tell you what you are exactly searching for. It's just a puddle that you have to step into. When you do find love, you have to learn how to hold on. Know when to let go. Know when to keep holding on. Michael and Jesse are two souls that are meant to be, right? Between the pressure of Michael's fame and Jesse's career as a professional dancer, pieces of their puzzle don't always exactly match. Michael and Jesse like many others, loose the picture to the puzzle, but when they find the pieces and the puzzle emerges, is it the picture they hoped for?

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean..-Maya Angelou ••Story may include some mentioning of season 1 and 2 of Blacklighting, but original plot and characters belong to the rightful author-Cyberlifexdeviant••

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When Ryan and Michael, who aren't from entirely different worlds, meet at a club where Ryan and John are promoting a new clothing line that Michael, was also modeling for. It was the small gigs that really did it for Michael, because he is always the face of the brand. So, when Ryan ends up next to the model taking pictures and interviewing Michael, trying various new on brand drinks, they seem to click on a different level.

in which a boy, falls for the wrong man. reuploaded on @KEITHPOWURS

In the gutta streets in Harlem New York , David "East" Brewster was like a Ghost. Rarely to almost never seen unless you were close to death. With him behind the trigger of course. East was the type of man that like a move in silence with only a hand full of trustworthy people in his corner. And even they didn't know his every move. When the sun was up he was only known as Dave. A young man of owns a Car Repair Shop. But at night was when let's his demons out to play. What happens to a young woman by the name of Danaye Jordan returns back to Harlem after 5 years looking for the best friend she left behind ? What happens when she finds out her old best friend isn't so friendly anymore. A lot has changed since Danaye has been gone. Most of it is for the worst , the sweet boy she once knew was now the one that had the NYC shook and wants nothing to do with her. Can she bring her David back or will she get lost in the web of the East side ?

Soon to be World's Greatest Champion. Julian "Juju" Maxwell finds his new success to be a little sticky; in pursuit to marry his college sweetheart Sevyn Miller. His life takes an unexpected turn as he runs into his ex-childhood friend.

Taymor and his mom are moving for a fresh start and there for sure going to get one. tay is atleast.