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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A few days had passed since the night of chaos when Lisa's bodyguards had tried to corner Yn, and Michael's unexpected return had jolted their lives into a new reality. Lisa's threats still loomed ominously in the background, but Yn and Michael were determined to find solace and purpose amidst the turmoil. They had recently acquired a neglected piece of land, a sprawling area with old, crumbling brick walls and overgrown weeds-a stark contrast to their chaotic past. It was their blank canvas, a chance to rebuild and reshape their future, with a casino.
Michael's gesture of surprise was both thoughtful and symbolic. He arrived one morning, grinning as he carried two heavy sledgehammers and a pair of dusty safety glasses. The sight of him with the tools in hand was both amusing and reassuring. "I thought we could use these," Michael said, his grin widening as he handed Yn a pair of glasses. "We've been through shit, so why not break some stuff?"
Yn took the glasses, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and gratitude. "You know, breaking down walls could be therapeutic," she said, trying to stifle her laughter.
Michael chuckled, adjusting his own glasses. "I was thinking the same thing."
They set to work with a newfound intensity, their sledgehammers swinging in a synchronized rhythm as they began demolishing the crumbling structures. The impact of metal against brick created a surprisingly cathartic sound-a harsh yet melodious symphony of destruction that felt oddly liberating. Dust and debris swirled around them, settling into their hair and clothing, but neither seemed to mind. It was as if each swing of the hammer was a release, a visceral way to expel the pent-up emotions and fears that had accumulated over the past months.
Yn found herself fully immersed in the physicality of the task. Each swing was more than just a strike against a deteriorating wall; it was a defiant stand against their recent troubles. The act of demolition became a tangible manifestation of their determination to overcome the obstacles in their path. She glanced over at Michael, who was equally absorbed in his work. His face was flushed from the exertion, his muscles tensed with effort, but his eyes remained focused and resolute. There was something comforting about seeing him in this state-engaged and purposeful, channeling his energy into something constructive.
As the hours passed, the sun began its slow descent, casting long shadows over the site. The temperature dropped slightly, and a gentle breeze stirred up more dust, mixing with their sweat. Exhausted but exhilarated, they finally took a break, leaning on their hammers and wiping sweat from their brows. They surveyed the damage they had wrought-the once intimidating walls now lay in mostly rubble, a testament to their hard work and resilience.
"I didn't realize how much I needed this," Yn said, catching her breath and brushing off a stray piece of debris from her sleeve. She looked around at the chaotic mess they had created, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
