Michael Jackson X Reader Oneshots

Fat! Michael Jackson X Reader

Michael Jackson had gained a lot of weight recently. Once weighing in at only 59kg, he now weighs a whopping 160kg. You had noticed his tsunami belly rolls a little over a month ago, but we're too scared to say anything to him about it.

"Babe, can you please pass me the burgers?" Michael asks, his voice gurgling out of his oily lips. You nod hesitantly, sliding him the plate of cheeseburgers from across the other side of the table. There was once a time where you two would sit next to each other to enjoy your meals, but since his weight gain, he couldn't really fit.

He accepts the burgers and starts loading his plate. "Thank you kindly."

One after the other he shoves the burgers down his flabby throat, not even stopping to chew not breathe. This is a normal occurrence.

"Michael?" You say shyly to capture his attention. He stops eating and looks at you, burger in hand and mouth full of food.

"What is it, my love?" He replies gently, a stark contrast with how he was behaving just before. You gulp nervously, afraid to bring up the topic that had been gnawing away at your mind ever since Michael's big change. You inhale deeply and just let out your worries.

"Michael, I'm worried about you..." You admit softly, wanting to voice your concerns with his unhealthy weight. He tilted his head at your statement.

"What do you mean?"

You shrink back at his harsh tone of voice; he knows what you're talking about. You let out a shaky breath.

"It's just... Don't you think you've let yourself go ever since you faked your death?" You ask, body trembling slightly from nerves. He was unpredictable, an absolute force to be reckoned with. Gone was the old sweet and gentle Michael Jackson, and here was this morbid beast of the man he once was.

Out of anger at your observations, he rises out of his seat. He slams his fists on the table, making you jump from fright.

"Who are you to tell me who I should and shouldn't be!?" He tells angrily. "I've dealt with that all of my life, don't you think I deserve a break?" Tears start to well in his eyes, his anger and frustration taking an emotional toll on him. He starts to sob as he makes his way towards you.

You quickly get out of your seat and back away from him.
"Michael, I didn't mean it like that and you know it!" You try to defend yourself, but your words fall on deaf ears. He's not listening to you, blinded by anger and betrayal. He thought he could trust you, he could trust you, right?

No, obviously not.
"You're just like the others, Y/N..." He mutters, words dripping with venom. "I thought you were different..."

He raises his fists above his head, ready to pound you into the floor of your house. You shake your head.
"No Michael, we can talk about this! Don't do anything you'd regret doing. Please!" You beg, knowing that he probably won't listen to you. This isn't the Michael you loved before. This is a whole new monster of a man.

"I don't want to listen to you. You're just like everyone else!" He lets out a hideous cry as he slams his fists over your head, knocking you unconscious. He keeps pounding and pounding until you're almost unrecognisable.

You lay dead on the kitchen floor, covered in your own blood and guts. Michael stands above your form, breathing heavily from the harsh exercise he had just gone through.

Finally, he could be free. You were no longer around to hold him back from who he truly is; Michael Joseph Chunguson.