Imagines about Michael Jackson's wonderful kids.
A young moonwalker's dreeeam.
(I'm not gonna lie,the updates are pretty slow.Don't let that stop you from reading though!!😊😊)
(A/N: Soooo I decided after every few regular one-shots,I would right an OG Michael one-shot! 😂 Enjoy!)
Today you had to go to an interview with Oprah.You were actually pretty excited because this was your first time doing an interview with her.
What you werent looking forward to was one particular question.A question that you having been dreading sense all of this shit started.
When you got there,Oprah greeted you with a warm welcome.You got started right away with basic questions an actress would be asked.Stuff about what you think about your part and upcoming roles.
Then...the question was asked...
"Y/N,what do you feel about all of the hate that your husband is getting?" Oprah asked.
You sighed,knowing you were going to start getting emotional.
"Well...all of this,of course,makes me very sad and even more angry.Michael is one of the most important people in my life.And to see him get so upset I just..."
You chuckle bitterly,started to cry.Oprah hands you a tissue and you pat under your eyes.
"Being his wife,I have to see him go through mental break downs where he's throwing things and sobbing his eyes out.And if a fan of his knew even half of the things he does to hurt himself or just end his life period would cry themselves to sleep.Even a random person might shed more than a few tears."
"I'd usually never wish this on anyone,but I wish all the paparazzi and the so called "journalist" would rot in hell."you laugh again "And Im not joking."
"Mm."Oprah hums who little did you know,was almost as upset as you.
"Well as a fan of his personally,I'm a bit more than pissed off myself." She says and you laughed along with her.
"But in all seriousness,wish him well for me?" She asks you and you nod.
"Of course."
Later that day,you came home to a very messy house and Michael sitting against a wall,head in his arms trying to quiet his sobs.You sighed and your expression softened.
"You wanna talk about it?" You asked softly and he shook his head like a small child.
"No...just...just hold me,please?"He looked up at you with tearful eyes.You immediately grabbed his hand,leading him to your couch. You laid him inbetween your legs and patted down his tussled hair.
"I love you so much,Y/N." He mumbled and held your waist tighter.You smiled sadly.
"I love you even more,Mikey."
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