Michael Jackson X Reader Oneshots

POV: He sees you in the crowd 😍

You dance seductively to the slow beat of the song that was being sung by your favourite singer, Michael Jackson. The rhythm of You Are Not Alone was supposed to be sad, but you were trying to be sexy to gain the attention of the sexy King of Pop up on stage. This would've been easier if you hadn't been ten rows away from the front.

Even though your mission seemed impossible, Michael had somehow miraculously noticed you instead of the thousands of other people that were closer to him. He smiled directly at you and you blush like a big fat tomato. Your sexy revealing dress sparkled in the lights as Michael gestured for you to come up on stage with him.

You're heartbeat sped up and you felt like you were going to have a heart attack. The crowd noticed that Michael wanted you up there with him, and so they picked you up and started to crowd surf you. Luckily you weren't too heavy, though some people did struggle to keep you lifted.

Eventually, you made it to the area in front of the stage where the security was. They helped you up after the crowd threw you down to the floor. Once you gained your balance, you readjusted your dress because your knickers came out while being crowdsurfed.

Two security officers came up and hastily escorted you up to the side of the stage and left you in the right wing. Michael noticed you again, and motioned for you to come over to him. You did as he said while blushing madly. With shaky legs you made your way towards him, and was engulfed in a big warm hug.

His embrace felt like that of a big soft teddy bear, albeit a bit more bony because of his 28 inch waist. You nuzzled into his neck and inhaled his musky scent. He smelled of lemon and honey, a smell you wish you could never forget.

He sang into your ear, soft words fanning his hot breath against your ear. The feeling gave you goosebumps, the spiky bumps spreading across your body. Michael must have felt them, because he let out a little giggle. The sounded rattled in his chest and reverberated in your ears like a bittersweet symphony.

"Michael, I love you." You whisper softly into his ear.

"I love you too, Y/N"

Your face turned into an ugly bright red as you hear his response.you start straddling him on stage and start turning into a ravenous animal, you almost look psycho.

The security guards run onto the stage as they see you straddling him, they start throwing you off of him. Once everything is settled your getting held back,but not fighting it. You look over at Michael who was dusting himself off, his golden glittery outfit still looks amazing even if he's just been attacked.

You kick the security guards in the nuts and run to Michael again,beating up the security guards that were attending him as well.you start slow dancing with him and trace your fat among us fingers on the back of his outfit, casually kicking more security and getting back to the dance.Your fingers trace down the delicious wedgie he had on display for everyone to see, you couldn't resist touching it.He looks mildly uncomfortable with your actions especially because you started slow dancing with him.

You dont care about all the people shouting death threats at you, all you care about is touching Michael's sweaty, juicy, fat, wedgie. You wish you could lick it, of course thats too far to do in public, you would definitely do it in private. You look up at him and he's nervously smiling, trying slightly to push away from you. You notice all the security getting up, you pretend your Michael's hero and he's your submissive bottom cat girlfriend.

"Bring it on bad guys" you challenge.

All the security guys grunt and start running at you, you get knocked down easily and the crowd goes silent. After a few seconds all the security guards go flying in all different directions, some landing off stage and some landing on the back of the stage set-up.

You start laughing psychotically and spin in a circle once. You charge at Michael and trap him in a very very very passionate kiss. You run outside with him, you look around for anyone to stop you two. You spot a little fat kid hiding taking pictures and you stab him, turns out it was Clarence. You start running and find a random car with an old lady, you open her door and swing her out, she lays frozen and screams.

You grab his hand and jump into the car, you look over at Michael and he's crying.

"What's wrong Michael?, are you okay? What's happened?" You asked genuinely worried.

"That little obese kid was my cousin." he sniffles and has snot dribbling from his nose.

You look at him apologetically, tears starting to well up in your eyes. You fall to the floor and start crying while Michael looks at you disgustedly.

You look up at him sobbing, tears falling down your cheeks. "I'm sorry Michael! I-i-i didn't mean to hurt your obese cousin!!" You sniffle, snot dribbling down your nose and into your mouth. The salty taste was quite welcoming and reminded you of your youth, when you would cry to your mother after getting bullied at school.

After crying so hard you fell asleep onto the gravelly car park surface. Michael was still standing, looking at you confused. After you fell asleep he left you, escorted away by his security team.

*Time skip brough to you by Michael's Jacksons rhinestone glove*

You sit in your loungeroom on your ratty couch watching the tv. After the performance you were left lovestruck by the man, you couldn't get him out of your mind.
All of a sudden, there was a breaking news announcement on the tv.

An ugly picture of your face was shown in the top corner of the screen, saying that you were wanted for theft, arson and manslaughter. You looked at the tv in shock, eyes widening and brimming with tears. Wanted?! You were wanted?!

This was the first time in your life you've ever been wanted, and it filled your heart with love. The world wanted you! It was meant to be! Finally, you could feel accepted into this unforgiving world.

There was a knock at the door, and feeling hopeful with this brand new knowledge, you answer it. You swing open the door with a wide smile, so big your eyes were closed.

Suddenly you were knocked to the ground by a brute force, the wind leaving your lungs as soon as your body hit the floor. Your belly jiggled as you lay there flat on the ground, looking up at the culprit/s standing at the door.

The SWAT team were standing there with their guns pointed directly at you.

"Any movement, and we'll shoot you!" One of the muscular men shouts. You go to lay your head back down but was interrupted by a couple of bullets piercing your guts. A tear falls from your eye.

"HEY! That hurt..." You whimper. Your words didn't cease their shooting, as they fired many more shots all over your body. One hit your heart and you died instantly.

The world rejoiced that day. Y/N L/N couldn't harrass Michael Jackson or obese children ever again. Michael felt a big heavy weight being lifted off of his chest after he heard the news. Although he didn't believe in violence or death or hatred he couldn't help but feel relieved at Y/N's passing.

We are free of her.

For now...