𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you save a familar celebrity from a small mob, sweeping him up to your apartment and cooking him dinner. but it’s just an average tuesday, right?
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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: thrillerera!michael x reader (no use of y/n). reader is a fan, but reserved. michael being the sweetest human to ever exist. reader has a slight fear of heights. michael expressing loneliness/not feeling normal.
As the late afternoon settled over New York City, the first cool raindrops kissed your skin, hinting at the storm gathering in the distance. Your hurried footsteps carried you along, grocery bags in hand as you closed in on your apartment building block by block. Wanting to try a new recipe after work had caused you to wander to the grocery store, which was quite a ways from your apartment. How unfortunate, being as you were sure the bottom was about to fall out and you and the grocery bags would be soaked. You held on hope, walking faster than normal, eyes tilting to the sky every few moments as it grew a deeper grey.
Your eyes squinted at the first signs of your building, and irritation quickly grew when you noticed a small crowd by the front entrance. Brows furrowed, you crossed the final crosswalk and closed in on the group of people. Of all places to gather, here? Really? Though you weren’t entirely sure what for at first, you told yourself to ignore it and scoot past them all. You just wanted to get inside.
That’s when you spotted him. You nearly physically recoiled, eyes widening a bit. Blinking, you swore your eyes deceived you. Why on earth was Michael Jackson outside of your apartment? You stood behind the crowd, glancing around for a moment, noticing the lack of anyone who looked important besides him. Surely he wasn’t wandering the streets alone?
You huffed, lifting one of the heavy grocery bags higher on your hip as your brain worked a mile a minute. First of all, you loved Michael Jackson. This felt like some sort of odd fever dream. Rationality broke through however, your eyes raking along his features. You couldn’t see his eyes for the sunglasses shielding them, but what you could see made your stomach churn. He looked worried. Glancing around every few seconds after signing miscellaneous items and kindly nodding at folks. Teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. He was alone. Lacking security. Possibly lost. And the crowd was only growing. Likely close to twenty-five people now.
So, you made your mind up quickly. Rounding the crowd, you mumbled ‘excuse me’ over and over as you cut past people. A few of them getting visibly annoyed with you. “You’re blocking the entrance. People who live here can’t get in!” You said a little loud, causing some of them to take a few steps back. Without another thought, you closed in on the celebrity, clearly startling him. “I live here, come with me.” You said without hesitation, and something flashed through his eyes. Something like relief. Maybe laced with a little fear. “The crowd’s getting worse— I can help.” You said next, and you watched him nod, not saying anything as he waved at the crowd and started to follow you. As the two of you entered the front corridor, you made sure the door locked behind you. Fans still hollering, watching Michael through the glass door.
“Elevator.” You muttered quickly, growing a little scared when one started to pull at the door handle. The door was shitty and though it locked you absolutely didn’t trust it.
You watched Michael follow you into the cramped elevator, only letting out a breath of relief when the metal door slid closed. “Thank you.” He said immediately, pushing his sunglasses up.
“You don’t have to thank me.” You said quickly, smiling a little. “May I ask where your security is, though?”
“Back at the hotel.” He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly shaken. “I uh— snuck out.”
“Well, I hope I haven’t freaked you out. I just figured you could hide away here until the crowd is gone. Think it’s about to storm too.” You explained, the elevator coming to a stop shortly after. “You probably shouldn’t sneak out like that. That could’ve been bad.”
He smiled weakly, lowering his head. “Yeah.” His voice was melodic. Sweet. “I’ve done it before and gotten mobbed. Was hoping this time that wouldn’t happen but…”
“You wanted to feel normal.” You finish for him. “I get it.”
He meets your eyes, looking a little embarrassed. Warmth spreads quickly through his chest as he realizes you understand. And for a moment, he drinks you in. Eyes raking along your soft features. Comforting smile. His guardian angel. Surely you were sent to him on purpose.
The metal door slides open once again, and you’re met with a quiet hallway.
“Can I help you carry something?” Michael asks, motioning to the large brown grocery bags.
“Oh.” You chuckle, offering him one. “Thank you.”
As you step into the hallway, you fiddle with your keys, picking out the familar worn gold one as you walk toward your door. And when the lock flicks, a loud chorus of meows erupt from behind the wooden door.
“Sorry in advance for my cat. She’s a bit of a menace.” You say, hearing Michael laugh a little behind you.
As the two of you enter the apartment, Michael glanced around. For some reason, he felt safe. Even though you were a total stranger. The space was clean. Cozy. Smelled like pine. And then, a loud meowing at his feet as a beautiful tabby cat rubbed against his ankle. “Hi there.” He giggled, the sound of his laughter hitting you like a punch to the gut.
You sat the large grocery bag down on your kitchen counter before you reached for the one he was carrying, thanking him again.
And then, you turned to reach out a hand to him, speaking your name with confidence. He smiled, moving to shake your hand. “Since I didn’t get to introduce myself normally.” You chuckled.
“Thank you, really.” He said, tone genuine. “I appreciate it.”
“It’s no issue at all. Make yourself at home.” You say simply. “I know you don’t know me, but I promise I’m not a weirdo.”
He lets out another sweet laugh. “I believe you.”
You begin to unpack the groceries, and Michael is quick to help, making small talk in the meanwhile. He asks you questions, figuring he might as well get to know you a little. He’d probably be here for a few hours with the rain that was now pouring outside.
So, you open up to him. Answer his questions. Ask him some. It feels normal. Not like a world famous celebrity is standing in your kitchen.
“Glass of wine?” You offer, tilting your head.
“No thank you.” He smiles politely. And you nod.
Once you pour yourself one and turn back around, Michael has wandered out of the small kitchen. You peek out of the doorway, noticing him flipping through your large collection of records.
After a few seconds, he speaks up.
“You listen to me?” He looks over his shoulder, picking Thriller out of the pile.
“Most people do.” You retort, smiling. Making him laugh again. You’re fun. Playful. He likes you.
Michael grins, and thanks his lucky stars that of all the places he could get stuck at, it was here. Of all the people he could be stuck with, it’s you. Sure, you were a stranger. But you were clever. Polite. Clearly generous. And most definitely pretty. Maybe sneaking out hadn’t been such a bad idea after all. For the first time in a while he felt normal. Bill would most definitely fuss at him later for trusting a random person. Following them into their apartment. Intuition though, told Michael he was more than safe here.
You took to a nearby window, sliding it open and letting the sound of rain fill the small space. Breathing in the fresh air. Glass of wine in hand, you took to the couch next, watching Michael place a record onto the turntable, reaching to drop the needle. Otis Redding’s familar voice started to fill the room, and you immediately smiled, nodding in approval. One of your favorites.
“I’ve always wondered what you listen to.” You say, breaking the silence between the two of you.
Michael smiles. “What d’ya mean?”
“Everyone listens to you.” You explain. “You create the music. I just always wonder when I listen to music what the artists listen to. Where they get inspiration from.”
Michael thinks he could listen to your voice all day. Something about it is painfully soothing.
“Knowing you listen to Otis Redding pleases me deeply.” You finish, laughing a little.
“Everyone listens to Otis Redding.” Michael plays, taking a seat on a nearby loveseat.
“Mmmm, not true.” You smile smugly, sipping your wine. “I’ve had quite a few friends flip through those records and have no clue who he is.”
“Well, everyone with good taste listens to him then.” Michael corrects playfully, watching the way your lips turn up into a smile.
“I’ll accept that.”
An hour later you find yourself back in the kitchen, sautéing some vegetables and admittedly feeling a little buzzed from two glasses of wine. Wondering just how your random Tuesday evening had turned into this. Cooking a meal as Michael Jackson kept you company, telling you a story about being in the studio recently. He’d requested to help you cook but inevitably almost chopped a finger off when he was slicing some vegetables, so he relinquished himself of said duties, both of you laughing together. So there he was, looking painfully handsome as he watched you. The pretty stranger he was absolutely struck by.
The rain had started to dissipate, and between the glowing candle or two on the coffee table and the low music flowing throughout the living room, everything felt oh so cozy. Michael watched you, bowl in hand, as you swung a leg out of the open window, looking back at him with a smile. He raised a brow, walking closer. “Figured I’d show you my favorite spot.” You smiled back at him. A true smile that made his cheeks heat up. He watched you climb out onto the fire escape, spread out a towel, and take a seat. Quickly patting the spot next to you. You’d always hated heights but thankfully you were only a couple floors up, so it didn’t bother you too terribly bad. Often finding solace in this very spot, listening to the sounds of the city.
Michael climbed out clumsily, taking a seat next to you, fascination flowing through him. Eyes flickering around as he took in his surroundings. Tall buildings. People walking below. “I love to people watch.” He admits. “I could sit here for hours.”
“Mmm.” You agreed, taking a bite of your food. “Me too. I sit out here a lot.”
“You’ve got a cozy place.” Michael says, moving his fork around.
“Cozy but painfully small.” You chuckle. “And overly expensive.”
As you watch him take a bite, you see his eyes light up, a groan leaving him. You smile as you watch him enjoy his food, watching the people wander below.
For a while, you stayed silent, letting him unwind. Watching him just exist. The man you’d only ever seen on TV. Heard on the radio. The larger than life musician who many only dreamed of sharing a moment with. And here you were. Next to him on your fire escape. Giggling like you’d been friends for years. Life had a funny way of working sometimes.
Following dinner, Michael was able to get his security on the phone after a failed attempt a bit earlier. Organizing someone to come pick him up.
“They were worried sick.” He chuckled a little, watching you lean against the couch.
“I bet they were!” You smiled. “They’re gonna start locking you in your hotel room if you keep running off.”
“God, I hope not.” He laughs as he lingers nearby. “Maybe it wasn’t the smartest decision but atleast this time it was worth it. Meeting you I mean.”
Your face softens, cheeks heating up. “Glad I could help. It was nice to meet you as well, despite the circumstances.”
“And thank you for dinner.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Michael.”
He smiles, shy. “But I do. You saved me and took me in and cooked me dinner. Made me feel human again. I’ll always remember it.”
In the last few moments of your time together, Michael was quick to obtain your phone number, expressing that he’d want to come back and visit you when he was in the city again. And after a quick hug, he was gone. Swept away by his head of security who was sure to quietly thank you for keeping Michael safe before he left.
As you closed the door behind you, you leaned up against it, smiling like a fool. Shaking your head a little in disbelief. And when you started to walk towards the kitchen to clean up, you noticed something on the coffee table. His own record he’d pulled out of your stack. As you approached the table, hands reaching for the Thriller album, you noticed the marker next to it.
His handwriting graced your eyes, a tiny message he’d scribbled in the corner.
a very long note: guys, GUYS. normally i stopped reading celebrity fanfiction since it kind of icks me now. however with my regrowing infatuation with michael, i would like to pay an homage to the 16 year old me. so here it is in all its glory. please don’t get annoyed that there is not much smut though. i don’t really get along with it. i want to go back and cuddle him so most of them are just fluff, comfort and angst (duh, who am i without that type of anguish) enjoy! |main masterlist
SERIES- MULTI CHAPTERS
past exposure • michael jackson x time traveller!reader
↳ by @thedailymichael (multiple eras, time travelling au)
the jackson chronicles • michael jackson x spouse!reader
↳ by @imhandicapableofmath (so domestic, married!michael, suggestive, fluff)
desire, interrupted | desire, reclaimed • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @urbanfunkchild (dangerous/history era, smut, angst, soft fluff)
you knock me off my feet | part two | part three • michael jackson x newrisintvocalist!reader
↳ by @comoquesoybambi (bad era, michael is basically obsessed)
my little reporter | part two • michael jackson x journalist!reader
↳ by @/am3sss (bad era, fluff)
again | part two | michael jackson x dancer!reader
↳ by @tpwkyarely (angst, hurt/comfort)
beautiful stranger | part two • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @mjuniverse (pre thriller era, slow burn, yearning, very angsty, right person, wrong time, soft!michael)
gone by morning | part two • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @startingsomethin (thriller-bad era, angst, cheating, smut, fluff)
spotlight • michael jackson x popstar!reader
↳ by @hcwait (thriller era, slow burn)
making of an it girl | part two • michael jackson x tourdancer!reader
↳ by @intelligenthottie
baby be mine | thrill you tonight • michael jackson x girlnextdoor!reader
↳ by @iceemochaa (post otw-pre thriller era, fluff, slightly suggestive)
stargirl | part two • michael jackson x singer !reader
↳ by @ytrhbz (thriller era, whipped!michael, fluff)
remember the time | part two | part three • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @chmpngekisses (thriller-bad era, angst)
his new obsession | part two • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @luvvreader (yearning, slow burn)
by your side | part two • michael jackson x actress!reader
↳ by @svnnywrites (thriller era, hurt/comfort)
ONE-SHOTS-BLURBS-HC’S
baby be mine • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @angelfacediary (otw-bad era, angst, fluff)
nine months of home videos • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @angelfacediary (pregnant!reader, so so so fluffy)
out of time • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @urelliee (bad era, angst, heartbreak, very bittersweet)
pretty young thing • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @tpwkyarely (angst, comfort, tw: dv)
through his lens • thriller!michael jackson x reader
↳ by @neverlandzangel (thriller era, married!michael, fluff, domestic bliss)
arrow through the heart • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @startingsomethin (dangerous era, oh so angsty)
excuse me that’s my wife • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @mvsticmoony (jealous!michael, fluff)
where is my husband! • michael jackson x singer!reader
↳ by @mvsticmoony (fluff)
love caught on tape • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @mvsticmoony (invincible era, flashbacks, married life fluff)
a love letter to june • michael jackson x fan!reader
↳ by @hcwait (dangerous era, very fluffy)
in sickness and in health • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @king-mila (bad era, protective!michael, sick!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort)
america’s sweetest bunny • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @michaeldiary (dangerous era, playboymodel!reader, sooo fluffy, slightly suggestive)
little pieces of her • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @brownsugarletters (thriller era, fluff)
young hearts, run free • michael jackson x guitarist!reader
↳ by @shakinghamster (thriller era, fluff, workplace romance, cheating)
unforgettable • michael jackson x fan!reader
↳ by @ytrhbz (history era, fluff, reader is that girl)
cause if it’s aching, you have to rub it • michael jackson x fem!black!reader
↳ by @serenebows (thriller era, shy!reader, fluff)
all over, all over, all over • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @hon3yarchives (dangerous era, fluff, suggestive)
sign the girls • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @michaelpilled (thriller era, suggestive, flirting)
a memory to look back on • michael jackson x pregnant!reader
↳ by @lovecherishly (bad era, soo fluffy)
sweet tooth • michael jackson x sweet!reader
↳ by @carmaloves (bad era, so very fluffy)
stuck in the elevator • michael jackson x reader
↳ by @londynham (romance, fluff, angst)
working overtime • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @urbanfunkchild (pre bad era, kind of smutty, possessive!michael)
love never felt so good • michael jackson x fem!black!reader
↳ by @proseandj (invincible era, fluff)
like a stradivarius • michael jackson x gn!spouse!reader
↳ by @imhandicapableofmath (married!michael, domestic fluff, humour, suggestive)
“she thinks you smell like cinnamon” • michael jackson x gn!spouse!reader
↳ by @imhandicapableofmath (married!michael, fanfiction meta, emotional comfort, teasing, fluff)
#1 loverboy • michael jackson x gn!reader
↳ by @invincibledc (bad era, fluff)
read my lips • michael jackson x deaf!black!reader
↳ by @invincibledc (protective!michael, fluff)
home movies • michael jackson x pregnant!reader
↳ by @ktrsis (bad-invincible era, flashbacks, soo fluffy)
the lady in my life • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @cupcakeprincezz (thriller era, fluff)
surprise visit • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @cupcakeprincezz (bad era, very fluffy)
secret touch • michael jackson x fem!singer!reader
↳ by @invinor (dangerous era, fluff)
inspiration • michael jackson x singer!reader
↳ by @liyahhsnuckhere (pre bad era, sooooo fluffy, suggestive)
the chateau • michael jackson x younger!fem!reader
↳ by @elleist (dangerous era, fluff, very cute)
imagine sitting on his lap
↳ by @humannatures (fem!reader, fluff)
tabloid junkie • michael jackson x fem!reader
↳ by @moonlitjane (protective!reader, fluff, suggestive)
hidden in the spotlight • superstar!michael jackson x costumedesigner!fem!reader
↳ by @gh0ulxxc (dangerous era, angst, fluff, romance, slow burn)
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