You are married, and your husband has lost his job and isn't doing much to find one, which has led you to work at a warehouse for a few months to help with bills. You've become comfortable, not liking it at first until you met him, Michael... What could possibly happen next?

Be his wife. Bear his burdens. Don't fall. Or you'll be crushed by the weight. Michael Jackson returns to the spotlight with his growing family, unaware that their joy comes with responsibility as heavy as sorrow. Beneath the cameras and acclaim, postpartum shadows, betrayal, and scandal grind against the sanctity of your marriage. Happiness exacts its cost in the limelight. And nothing is heavier to bear than the weight of joy. ____ The short story sequel to "The Will To Bear," taking place in the year after the events of the final chapter. As if 1996 wasn't bad enough. psychological | unreliable narrator | drama

No description needed. It's exactly what you may think.

Michael truly appreciates all the hard work you put in as a mother to his child. He values you and is committed to taking care of you, especially during challenging times. He is eager to offer his support as the father and the lover.

"...We had chemistry together in my senior year of high school. If you would have asked me if I thought we'd ever have the slightest amount of chemistry outside of school, I would've given you a negative answer quicker than you can say the word 'chemistry'..." -Leah Simone, 1985 In which a social butterfly and antisocial caterpillar surprisingly create a budding chemistry with each other and end up miserable in the end. Highest ranking: #680 in short story ©lonelylorelei, 2016.

There's a reason that he is the way that he is. [ITS HISTORY ERA MICHAEL WHICH MAKES THIS STORY IRRESISTIBLE 🤭]

Book II Of the 'Not Vanilla' Imagine Series 𝚃𝚆: includes strong language, Sexual content, Explicit content. Readers discretion is Advised Imagines Between you & Michael Jackson. Request are optional, send them to @/mjswhisperer on Twitter.

💋 "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?" His voice is low, teasing, but there's something deeper in his eyes-something that makes my breath hitch. "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨?" I whisper. He steps closer, fingertips barely brushing against mine. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵... 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰." ✨🌃

imagines to feed the delusional part of our brain.