Welcome to Michael Jackson Imagines Vol. 3!
This is a book full of erotica and different AUs of Michael Jackson.
I hope you brought your holy beverage or food, you're probably gonna need A LOT.
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~ Hidden Hearts ~ ~*Part One*~
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Neverland Ranch had always been a sanctuary for me. It was a place where I could escape the pressures of fame, the constant scrutiny of the public, and the heavy weight of my own thoughts. The sprawling estate, with its lush gardens, amusement park rides, and endless possibilities for adventure, felt like a different world entirely—a place where I could momentarily forget about everything else. Here, in this magical place, I could pretend, if only for a little while, that my life wasn't unraveling at the seams.
Today, like so many days before, I was at the ranch with Michael. We'd been best friends for years, leaning on each other through the highs and lows of our respective careers. I was a famous stand-up comedian, known for my sharp wit and biting humor, while Michael was, well, Michael Jackson—an icon, a legend, but to me, just Michael.
My friend. My safe place in this chaotic world.
The day had been filled with laughter and joy as we wandered through the ranch, exploring every nook and cranny, just like we always did. We played games, rode roller coasters, and even visited the petting zoo, where Michael's infectious energy drew me out of my own head and into the present moment. His laughter was like music to my ears, making it impossible not to smile, even when I felt the darkness lurking just beneath the surface.
But no matter how much fun we had, I couldn't completely escape the weight of my own mind. I'd always been good at hiding it, though—masking my pain with jokes and laughter, pretending that everything was fine. Michael, bless his heart, had never suspected a thing. He was always so kind and caring, but he didn't know the full extent of what I was going through. He didn't know about the sleepless nights, the constant self-doubt, or the scars I hid beneath my clothes.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the ranch, Michael and I found ourselves sitting on a bench, taking a well-deserved break. The exhaustion was starting to creep in, but it was the kind that came from a day well-spent, the kind that made you feel alive.
"That was fun," I said, leaning back on the bench and trying to catch my breath. The words felt almost foreign in my mouth, like they belonged to someone else.
"It always is with you, Yn," Michael replied, his soft smile warming my heart. "You've got this incredible way of making everything feel like an adventure."
