MJ Imagines *CURRENTLY NOT TAKING REQUESTS*

~Urges Pt. 3 FINAL~

Even had me believing for a moment.

That I could.

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After that night Y/F/N helped me find my way again. She went with me back to L.A. and moved in with me. The minute I walked into my practically unused apartment, I broke down again. All the memories of traveling the world with Michael and barely having time to be home flooded into my mind.

But Y/F/N wasn't having any of it and immediately helped me decorate my desolate apartment into a home.

She got me back on my feet and working again over the next few months. I started with a few smaller artists, helping formulate their schedules and planning events. But soon enough I was broadening my horizons from singers to actors. I started working behind the scenes in the crews for movies and being a part of bigger projects due to the connections I had made in the industry.

Francis Ford Coppola, who I met when he was directing the Captain EO film, invited me to co-direct with him for his movie that was coming out in March of 1989 New York Stories. It was such an amazing project to be apart of and I found myself gaining interest in it every day.

But even though my whole life seemed to be coming together over the next few years, I still found myself lost. Like something was missing from my life. Something big. And for the next three years I pushed back what I knew would fill that hole in my heart. And I was succeeding very well.

Until the 1991 Academy Awards.

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~March 25, 1991 Academy Awards~

       "And the Oscar goes to...," The announcer, Barbara Streisand, opened the small envelope. I gripped the fabric of my dress tightly as the deafening silence filled the grand arena.

       "Dances with Wolves, Jim Wilson, Kevin Costner, and Y/N Y/L/N" She proclaimed. Claps and cheers erupted from the crowd as I jumped up from my seat and threw myself into the arms of my co-producers Jim Wilson and Kevin Costner.

       "We did it! Oh my god we did it!" I cried out into their ears. I heard Jim laugh loudly as he squeezed me one last time. We pulled away and I looked up at them with a twinkle in my eye as I beamed at them with a wide smile at the excitement surrounding us.

       "Million dollar smile right there Y/N, literally," Kevin joked as he nudged me with his arm. I narrowed my eyes, jokingly at him but I couldn't hold back the smile that grew on my face.

       "C'mon guys, move your asses, we gotta get on stage," Jim spoke as he pushed our backs towards the stage. My mouth formed an 'O' and I shuffled in my heels towards the stage. I lifted my flowing red dress as we ascended the stairs to accept the award together.

As we approached Barbara she kissed me politely on the cheek whispering a 'congratulations' into my ear before handing me the award. I looked at in shock and disbelief. Never did I think I would be holding an Oscar that, I, had earned, let alone holding an Oscar at all.

After the quick congratulations were finished we all approached the mike and Jim walked over to my side, squeezing me into a quick side hug as we waited for the clapping to stop

       "Oh my gosh, I didn't drink any water, was smart," Jim started as the audience laughed.

       "I would like to thank the academy members, for the culmination of what has been won, incredible dance for me over the past four years in all of us. To a cast and crew, we never said never we can't do it..." Jim spoke with cottonmouth and I refrained from laughing with a large smile on my face.