Random x Reader One-Shots

With You-Michael Jackson x Reader

Y/N's phone rang as she prepared to get ready to start her day, before her evening show of Ghost: The Musical tonight. Only a few more weeks and the show is done, and so much had gone on recently, Y/N was ready for her month away in a hot country away from all her problems, with the only man she'll need with her. Michael, her partner of 2.9 years exactly. It will be their 3 year anniversary while they were away, when both Michael and Y/N's tours were done for the time being.

Michael and Y/N were in such a bittersweet relationship, with the press issues and family issues, but they knew that they always had each other to fall back on when the weight of the world got too much. To ensure this, Michael had organised his tour in line with Y/N's show tour, so that they were in the same place at all times.

However as of the past few days, Michael had been struggling, so every night Y/N would go visit him with whatever food he would like that night, and anything else he would like her to bring. Sometimes it was sodas, sometimes beers and sometimes things as simple as blankets or things he'd seen online that day at normal shops he wouldn't be able to attend on his own. However last night, she wasn't able to make it as she had her own two shows and covering a midday role somewhere else as a last resort, but the doctor had promised that he would check in on him and take him anything he wanted.

Y/N woke up and called Michael while she sat and had her coffee, after making some breakfast for herself. He sounded tired, but he had been ill as of recent so she didn't think anything of it. He discussed that his doctor had been to help him with his medication and had just left, so now he was eating his breakfast with Bill that his assistant had just made for him.

Then she headed out for a run, then a shower upon returning and dried her hair before heading to the theatre for rehearsal. On the way there she was singing along to easy enough songs to warm up, and would warm up properly when she got there: vocally and physically. The rehearsal went well, and everyone sat down to eat a late lunch before prepping to sing that night. But during their lunch, Y/N's phone rang from a No Caller ID, so she left the room and quickly answered the phone before it ended.

TW: Death, and mentions of death:
On the other end of the phone was Bill sounding distraught.
"He's gone, the doctor came this afternoon and gave him his usual meds, some extra painkillers and I think he must've been so calm without the pain that he felt like he could relax."
"Oh Bill, I'm on my way now. I have a couple of hours before I need to be back at the theatre."
"No don't lea-"
"I'm on my way." Y/N cut him off and told the director that she had to head but will be back for the show, giving no context... Telling him, the word would go around and the entire company would know before even potentially Michael's family alone.

Y/N drove, biting her lip, tapping her fingers on the wheel, with her music on full blast to try and distract -or prepare- herself for what she would arrive at his house to. She parked by the entryway and saw the staff from black tinted-windowed van, walk in just before her, and Bill stood talking to them.
Y/N walked over confused and Bill pushed Y/N past the undertakers, following behind her.
"I made sure they couldn't access him before you did." Bill stated and Y/N nodded. "He's in there." Bill pointed at Michael's personal bedroom, where the door was left ajar. She looked, took a breath, and pushed the door open further.

As she looked inside, her breath caught in her throat but she didn't let the tears fall. She held her breath to steady her breathing and felt Bill's hand on her shoulder. Y/N sat by Michael's side on his bed, and he probably looked the healthiest and most at peace that she had seen him in a very long time.
Y/N stayed for a couple of hours before the undertakers took the body, and Y/N prepared herself to head back to the theatre to do one final rehearsal before the show tonight.

No one made a fuss when Y/N arrived back, but she didn't think anyone would notice that she had been crying for hours. In reality, people knew. You could tell from the moment she walked through the door. She didn't answer any questions, but one.
"Is it Michael?"
"No, no. Another friend who I went to school with." Y/N replied. No one can know who it was until it's been publicly announced. Then the questions and sympathy will come pouring in, but she can deal with that when it comes to it. For now, Bill is essentially anywhere Y/N is, just in case.