i LOVE manager!michael series and had an idea, maybe drunk reader who comes home and michael takes care of her because hes just the best and everything, just pure fluff honestly
( ˶°ㅁ°) !! 1.1k, fluff ) manager!michael jackson x fem (drunk) popstar!reader <3
it was a celebratory dinner, technically. one of your close friends had achieved a new height in her acting career and wanted to celebrate by going to a high end club with you and the rest of your girlfriends. who are you to say no to that? besides, it wasn't even like you had a lot to drink...
but, evidently, you'd had enough to drink. enough to get drunk, at least. your friends were smart ones; two decided to stay sober, volunteering as the drivers for the night, corralling you and the other drunk girls into their cars before dropping everyone off one by one. michael wouldn't have even known you'd been out clubbing that night if you hadn't given your friend his address instead of yours.
"addies, ladies, addies," she'd said, sliding her phone back to the backseat.
when it got to you, you fumbled with the phone, typing out your address. then, you deleted your address and typed in michael's instead. "here," you mumbled as you passed it back up front.
"this doesn't look like your house," your friend pointed out as she pulled up to the gate. it was a hassle to get in, but once you rolled down your window and fumbled your way through (re)introducing yourself to security, you were let in. your friend was kind enough to help you walk up to the front door, even ringing the doorbell for you. then, you were passed off from her care to a half-awake michael jackson (she wishes she was surprised when she saw his face, but you'd been all over that man for a minute).
now, you're laying on his couch, quietly whining about how much your feet hurt. a giggle escapes your lips when you see him walking back over with a glass of water. you're beautiful, he thinks, even when you're torn up from dancing and drinking. that sparkle in your eye reminds michael of when he first fell for you.
"no more vodka, please, i've got work tomorrow," you say, lazily pushing the glass away as he offers it to you.
he shakes his head, yawning, "i know you have work." i know your entire schedule, he wants to add, but he opts not to. "it's water, drink it."
"i don't take drinks from strangers," you announce, sitting up along the couch before bending down to take off your heels. after half a second of struggle, you give up, tired out by the modicum of effort you just gave.
"you know me," michael chuckles, "i know you do. you're not that drunk, sweetheart."
you roll your eyes playfully before explaining, "i might know you, michael, but i've got to keep my wits about me. safety first."
it's hard to tell if you're serious or just messing with him. those half-lidded eyes give very little away other than the fact that you're drunk. "very smart," he finally acknowledges, nodding his head in feigned understanding, "but since you know me, do you think you could drink some water? just for me?"
oh, he's very doting. it's late at night, so this is michael the man, not michael the manager. he helps you slide off your heels, rubbing along the bottom of your feet with the pads of his thumbs before kissing against your right ankle (you giggle at that, which makes him grin). as you finally decide to polish off the water, he gives you encouragement and praises, his voice nice and soft. he loves taking care of you sober, so it's not surprising that he's just as caring while you're drunk; he's always enjoyed being the man responsible for the smile on your face, after all.
if you're more a happy, talkative drunk, he's more than willing to sit beside your feet or head on the couch and listen to you talk until you fall asleep. the conversation is carried by soft continuers ("mhm", "yeah", "i see", "uh-huh"), and though it might seem like he's not listening, michael's truly interested in every word. a drunk mind speaks sober thoughts, right? if you're a sappy or sad drunk, he's quick to console you, kissing along your forehead and against your hair while holding you close. "c'mere, c'mere," he'll coo, urging you close so that he can love on you.
if you're a more spontaneous drunk, the type of drunk to move around a lot and want to do things, he's much more wary. "aht-aht-aht," michael scolds lightly as you try to 'make him a snack' in the kitchen for the umpteenth time, "i already told you i'm not hungry. i just want you to sit with me on the couch, remember? over here, baby..."
it's hilarious to him when you spill your secrets while drunk. some of them aren't really secrets ("i've always wanted to fuck you," you mutter at one point, shaking your head) but others definitely are.
"janet's so nice," you murmur to yourself, your head leaned up against his shoulder. you're growing sleepier by the second, yawning and getting quieter. "she's so sweet."
"yeah, she is," michael agrees, nodding his head.
"she didn't even have to tell me you liked the way i smelled, that one perfume with the bodywash, but she did. and then she told me, um... oh, she said something like... 'yeah, he thinks it's attractive when you wear that stuff. smells like that have always been his favorites', or something like that," you explain.
he suddenly pauses, cheeks beginning to burn red. "what? she said that?"
"yeah. and, anyways, long story short, i wear it whenever i think i'll see you. but tonight, i didn't put any on, because i didn't think i'd see you.. but, michael, if i knew..." you laugh a little, "if i knew, i'd have worn it."
"i see," he just barely manages. after a second or so, he exhales, the gears in his mind already turning. "don't worry about it, baby. you still smell good to me."
of course, when you wake up in the morning, you're in michael's bed, sprawled about. he wakes up before you do, setting out a fresh glass of water and some headache medications along a napkin on the nightstand closest to you. "g'morning sleeping beauty," he teases as you blink your eyes open, "you had quite the night." his lips press a firm kiss against your forehead, the gift of affection warming your heart before the ache of drinking slowly takes over your head.
later on, while you're eating breakfast, you hear him while he's on the phone with janet, asking her about why she's been spreading his business. "i thought she should know!" janet claims innocently on the other end of the line, causing michael to shake his head while you laugh in the background.
want more manager!michael?
i can't for the life of me decide which era of popstar!reader's this wld belong to... well, anyways, here it is anon! i love drunk care fics/hcs tbh, i'm a super lightweight so i get drunk SO quickly/easy... need michael to be there when i have one to two drinks and end up stumbling.
