MJ | DEF RECOMMEND
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Negative Space • MJ  by buckyzreality
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"Be careful, Amanda. Because once he decides you're his safe place... he is never going to let you go." Two childhood friends. One became the most famous man on the planet. The other is just trying to keep her head down and survive her new internship. Los Angeles, 1983. Behind the blinding flashbulbs and the deafening roar of the Thriller era, Michael Jackson is suffocating. To the world, he is an untouchable icon. To Amanda, he is just the quiet boy she made a pinky promise with on an Indiana rooftop a decade ago. When a twist of fate lands her a job right outside his recording booth, she expects the past to stay buried. But in an industry built on ruthless noise and corporate greed, her small drafting desk quickly becomes his only sanctuary. Amanda knows the rules: Keep your professional distance. Keep your head down. Don't let the blinding gravity of his world pull you in. But you can't walk away from someone who has finally found a place to breathe. And when the most watched man on earth refuses to look away from you, hiding is no longer an option. The machine will do anything to protect its King, even if it means completely destroying the girl keeping him grounded. A slow-burn story of fame, nostalgia, and the dangerous reality of being truly seen.
Focal Point • MJ by buckyzreality
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**Read Negative Space first "You can draw all the lines you want in the boardroom, Amanda. But some things don't fit into a grid." Five years ago, Amanda Saul escaped the chaotic gravity of Michael Jackson's world to build a bulletproof life in New York. Now a powerhouse creative director, her world is a perfectly controlled grid. She is untouchable. Until he comes to dismantle it. Drafted back into his orbit to architect the gritty visual identity of the Bad era, Amanda agrees to return to Los Angeles on one absolute condition: strictly professional. No blurred lines. No secrets in the shadows. But Michael is no longer the reckless king she ran from. He is patient, calculated, and terrifyingly respectful of the boundaries she demands. As the pressure of the world's biggest stage mounts, Amanda realizes that fighting a man who refuses to cross the line is a war she is destined to lose. In design, a focal point demands your entire attention. In his world, there is nowhere else to look. Book 2 of The Architecture of Us Series
𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍| 𝐦𝐣 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲✔︎ by sellibeau
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"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞" Maddy is a busy girl. Working part time at a daycare as well as tending to her college studies. She's calm and focused--but as soon as Michael Jackson, the father of one of the children at the daycare she works at, crosses her path, her line of focus sort of shifts. He's a bit unattainable for her. Their dynamic isn't too ideal to some, but she yearns for him. She'll stop at nothing to have a taste. •Contains sexual content•
The Bodyguard (Michael Jackson) by moonwalkinmachine
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(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