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♂ - male reader.

♀ - female reader.

18+ - smut.

M. JACKSON

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THRILLER NIGHT. - ♂

synopsis: michael likes to prank you, so you decide it’s time for pay back!

BOYFRIEND? - ♂

synopsis: michael’s first time dating another male brings him anxiety to admit it, even though everyone already knows.

LETS DANCE. - ♂

synopsis: michael can’t seem to stay on his feet during rehearsal… but maybe it’s his choreographers fault.

SHUSH. 18+ - ♂

synopsis: michael can’t keep quiet during y’all’s first time.

MARKED UP. 18+ - ♂

synopsis: michael admits his secret while yall are making out, changing your life forever.

ENOUGH FOR YOU. - ♂

synopsis: you’ve got anxiety in your relationship with michael.

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SINNERS. - ♀

synopsis: michael and sammy have a gift for music, which they bond over. when sammy’s cousins come back into town opening their own juke joint, they invite michael and sammy to preform. neither of them realized that the night would change their lives forever.

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J. JACKSON

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| saysaysay!michael jackson x f!reader

| synopsis: michael and sammy have a gift for music, which they bond over. when sammy’s cousins come back into town opening their own juke joint, they invite michael and sammy to preform. neither of them realized that the night would change their lives forever.

| tags: sinners!au, angst, smut, series

| warnings: cursing, blood, probably more things idk

| a/n: this supposed to be a series, so if yall like this part, let me know. it’s also a request based on a tiktok they made. i hope i have it the hype it deserves.. i also tried to stay true to sinners dialect, but if it was bad or too tacked on, let me know and ill fix it asap:(

OCTOBER 12TH, 1932

it was a hot day in clarksdale, mississippi. probably too hot to be working, but michael and sammy didn’t have a choice.

neither had hit their quota for the day, and as the day got hotter, it felt more and more impossible.

michael hummed a tune, causing sammy to look up. “you a music fan?” sammy pondered at michael, knowing his own love for music was bold being a preacher’s son.

michael nodded, “love music, wha’ ‘bout you?”

“can’t live without it.” sammy hummed his own tune that he’d been working on. “think i’s some gif’ god given me.”

both young men nodded and hummed in unison, before sammy spoke again. “been writin’ ‘bout my pa, and the love f’r music.”

michael tilted his head, “wha’s tha’ like? bein’ the preacher son and goin’ into music?”

“he hates it. thinks i’s sinnin’ ways. i gotta disagree with him, i love the blues.” sammy hummed more, thinking about the guitar sitting under his cot in the shared room with his siblings. the calming of both young men’s humming was cut off by the sound of an engine.

sammy looked up to see his infamous cousins, the smokestack twins. stack sat in the passenger seat smirking at anything he could, while smoke controlled the vehicle. to say sammy was shocked to see them was an understatement, they had been gone from the area for three years, moving up north for business.

“preacher boy!” stack smirked, the excitement of seeing his young cousins growth radiating from his voice. “you still playin’ tha’ guitar?”

“you know i am.” sammy smiled, going to meet his cousins to catch up.

“good, ‘cause i’m gon’ need you to come play it f’r us.” stack gave no elaboration, sammy tilted his head. he was excited at the opportunity to perform, but he’d need the details.

“we opening a juke joint, need entertainin’. you think you can do tha’?” smoke, the clearly more levelheaded twin, asked. he knew sammy’s capabilities, but he didn’t want to pressure the young boy.

“when? i’d love to perform, i’ve been writin’. i could tell y’all all ‘bout it.” sammy rambled, excitement came through his voice, obviously due to missing his cousins.

“wha’ ‘bout him?” smoke pointed at michael, who looked up to see the interaction. “can he perform?”

sammy looked back at michael, someone he’d know for a while, but barely on a surface level. “well sure he can.” sammy took the guess, knowing they had just bonded over music prior to this conversation.

michael swallowed, “i probably could, wha’ for?”

“our juke joint. we openin’ soon, y’all be ready sunday when we come back to get ya.” stack smiled before looking at smoke, who decided to drive off before getting the boys in deep trouble.

they both finished up their quotas, heading to their respective areas, but filled with an understanding of what was to come for them. ‘be ready sunday’, echoed in michael’s head, but he’d knew what he had to do.. that was be ready sunday, and be ready to perform, something he’d never done before, but always dreamed of doing.

| thriller!michael jackson x m!reader

| synopsis: you’ve got anxiety in your relationship with michael.

| tags: angst, established relationship

| warnings: y/n beats himself up a lot, negative thoughts, anxiety.

| a/n: aha. aha. yall forgive me for disappearing right?.. and then coming back with a sad one shot, right?… anyways.

loving michael joseph jackson was easy. until it wasn’t.

it wasn’t michael’s fault either, it was actually y/n’s own brain.

michael’s rise to independent fame came quickly, and suddenly, y/n felt less and less needed by his boyfriend. he had slowly distanced himself, almost disappearing in the background of everything as michael handled the stresses of recording, fame, and award ceremonies.

michael finally had the day off to spend with y/n, and instead of being filled with movies, board games, and ice cream; it was filled with michael sitting on the living room couch alone.

it was already past noon, and y/n still had yet to get out of bed. michael was concerned, and wondered if this was an everyday occurrence.

“y/n?” michael slowly pushed the bedroom door open to see his boyfriend lying on his stomach, hair messy, blankets barely on. he looked like a mess.

“y/n?” michael repeated getting closer, hearing the mumbles of what his boyfriend was saying.

“babe, it’s noon. i was just coming to see you.” michael sat next to him, trying to fix y/n’s bed head the best he could.

“go away.” y/n groaned, putting his face into the pillow. michael had never seen him like this. it was rather concerning.

“what? y/n, come on. get out of bed, i picked us a movie. it’s my first day off and i just want to hold my boyfriend.” michael frowned.

“go away. go find someone else to do that with, someone who’s enough for you.” y/n’s voice cracked into the pillow, but michael understood.

“y/n, what are you talking about? you are enough for me, babe. i know i haven’t been the best at showing it, but you are.” michael put his hands in his lap, staring down. he couldn’t believe what his boyfriend was saying.

“i’ll never be enough for you, michael. you need to go find better. someone who can provide you all the joy you deserve, someone who can actually give you a good life.”

“i don’t know what to say, y/n. you do all those things without trying, i truly don’t understand what’s going on. you, you’re my muse, my light, my reason to go on. my heart is breaking hearing you say these things.” michael stared at the back of y/n’s head, before trying to make him turn in any sort of way.

“i’m not good for you. you’ve got a whole life ahead of you, and now you’re a big pop star. you deserve better than me, the boy you met at 14.” michael’s heart tightened hearing y/n say all these things.

“that’s exactly why i want you. you’ve known me through some of the hardest parts of my life, babe. you kept me going, even when we weren’t dating. you’ve been my best friend through all of this, and i wouldn’t be where i am without you. there is no michael jackson without y/n l/n. i’m nothing without you, babe.” michael laid next to his boyfriend, gently touching the end of y/n’s hair that met at his neck.

“you mean it, mike?” y/n mumbled.

“every last bit of it.” michael kissed his ear.

“i’ve been missing you while you’ve been busy on this album.” y/n finally turned his head towards michael.

“trust me, i’ve missed you too. that’s why i want to make the most of today, if you’re willing.” michael continued to play with his boyfriend’s hair, a habit that calmed them both.

“no interruptions? jus’ me and you?” y/n hummed, worried that his boyfriend could find something to be busy with.

“just us.”

y/n smiled slightly hearing that. it didn’t entirely push the thoughts away, but it helped give him the motivation to get out of bed with michael.

| HIStory!michael jackson x m!reader

| synopsis: michael admits his secret while yall are making out, changing your life forever.

| tags: vampire!michael, making out, biting, smut, angst, kinda fluff but barely

| warnings: blood/being bit, making out, smut, cursing

| a/n: this was request, and i thought it was awesome 🤩, mj vampire is so fire. okay, i actually really ended up liking this a lot more than i thought i would.

it was halloween night, and y/n had finally planned the perfect date for michael.

he was going to take michael to the drive-in theater, which felt extremely romantic with the dim lighting. michael loves movies, and y/n knew this would fulfill both their wants in a date.

he picked michael up at 8, knowing the sunset was at 7:30, so it would be plenty dark by the time he parked his car and got situated.

the drive there was fine, michael explaining his day, which included a 15 minute explanation about the mishap in the studio when the microphone just randomly stopped working. y/n frowned at the thought of his poor michael being frustrated for so long.

the movie started quickly after they were situated in the vehicle, michael snuggled into his boyfriend’s side, hand on his stomach. it wasn’t long before michael decide he needed to trail his hand downward onto his boyfriend’s crotch.

“what are you doing, baby?” y/n looked at michael.

“i just missed you.” michael whispered, moving his head to look up.

y/n smiled and leaned down to kiss michael. the kiss was rough, due to michael’s slightly chapped lips. it was also rushed, since michael moved his other hand to push the back of y/n’s head.

“missed you too, mikey.” y/n mumbled, gently slipping his tongue into the man’s mouth.

michael pushed back with his own tongue, but then pulled back. “wait. wait. i’m sorry, i cant.”

“what? why not?” y/n frowned, sitting up with michael to look at him seriously.

“i haven’t been honest with you, i’ve been keeping a big secret. it’s why i’m insecure about my smile, it’s why i won’t makeout with you. it’s why i’m terrified to do something wrong.” michael looked away, knowing that this secret could make or break their relationship.

“i’m a vampire.” michael swallowed, then bared his teeth at his boyfriend to showcase his fangs.

“holy shit.” y/n stared then reached out to touch one of the fangs. “michael, you’re a vampire.”

“i’m sorry i lied to you for so long. i’d understand if you don’t want to be together anymore, i was just scared to lose you.” michael looked at his lap.

y/n grabbed his boyfriend’s chin, “i wouldn’t leave you over something like this, mike.” he leaned forward and kissed michael again.

michael let y/n lean him back against the seat cushion. he let y/n stick his tongue down his throat. he let y/n pull their shirts off. but he couldn’t control his own mind once he saw his boyfriend’s bare shoulder.

michael pulled his boyfriend’s shoulder down, leaning up to meet it halfway, before biting down as hard as he could with his fangs.

they dug into y/n’s shoulder with sharp pain, blood gushing immediately from the bite wounds. y/n stared in shock, unexpecting of his boyfriend’s behavior.

“you bit me.” y/n whispered, snapping michael out of his trance, causing him to stare at the blood dripping from the other man’s shoulder. michael watched it before leaning forward to lick the blood away. he frowned, but relished in the taste.

“‘m sorry. so sorry, y/n. i really didn’t mean to. i’m sorry, i’ve ruined you. you’re gonna be just like me, and ‘m sorry.” michael frowned, knowing he just did the irreversible: he turned his boyfriend into a vampire.

“you.. you turned me into a vampire?” y/n stared down at michael, and watched as he slowly nodded his head. y/n, surprisingly, smiled, leaning down to kiss michael’s neck before moving down his body.

michael watched him undo the button of his jeans, and kick them off to sit in the floor of the car. “that means i’m stuck with you forever, i better start making the most of it.” y/n hummed, positioning himself between michael’s legs.

both the men still had boxers on, but it wasn’t going to stop y/n. he ground his hips down into michael’s, causing an abrupt moan to escape the bottom’s lips. he kept doing it, pulling michael’s left leg up to his shoulder as best as he could.

michael whined, “y/n! need you. need you sooo bad, forever and ever.”

“look what you’ve done to me, mikey. got me all worked up, covered in my own blood. lick it up, clean up the mess you made.” michael whimpered before forcing himself upward to attach his mouth to y/n’s shoulder, kitten-licking the wound he caused.

“yeah, mikey. keep going, keep cleaning. ‘m gon’ make you feel good.” y/n grunted, before pushing his hips into michael’s at an almost bruising force, which caused michael to pull his head back and moan.

“gon’ finish, y/n.” michael whined, gripping his boyfriend’s hair. “you make me feel so good, y/n. please, let me finish. please!”

“you can finish, mikey. come on, for me.” y/n rolled his hips a little quicker, listening to that whine michael lets out before he finishes. he chased his own high before slowly his pace, and eventually pulling back to lean on the other door.

“so, i guess i’m stuck with you for eternity now, huh?” y/n looked at his shoulder.

“is that an issue?” michael joked sarcastically.

| triumph!michael jackson x m!reader

| synopsis: michael can’t keep quiet during y’all’s first time.

| tags: established relationship, smut, slight fluff

| warnings: smut, dirty talking, michael is the sub, reader is dom

| a/n: another request! i apologize if this is poorly written, yall can cancel me. :(

it was another long night for michael, and as he and his brothers stepped off stage, he realized he only wanted one thing: y/n.

he knew his boyfriend was waiting for him by the stairs, likely with flowers, and he couldn’t keep his physical excitement down when he saw y/n.

his excitement soon faded, replaced with a feeling that michael knew, but never acted on: arousal. y/n always looked good, but there must’ve been something special in the air tonight.

michael stared at his boyfriend the entire ride back to the hotel, and even as y/n guided him through the lobby to their room, michael couldn’t peel his eyes away.

‘has he always looked this hot?’ michael kept asking himself. of course, he knew his boyfriend was attractive, but something just felt different.

maybe his hair was styled differently, maybe his scruff had grown slightly, whatever it was; it was surely doing something for michael downstairs…

which lead to the position they were currently in. neither could tell anyone how it happened, it sorta just did. the two were kissing at the foot of the bed, which quickly turned to making out, since michael couldn’t keep his tongue to himself. making out turned to begging y/n to take his shirt and pants off, which ultimately lead to michael taking his clothes off too.

of course, there were several ‘are you sure?’s, since it was their first time having sex, making love, as michael wanted to call it, even though they hadn’t said the ‘L word’ yet.

it was happening quickly, but michael wasn’t complaining. one minute they were just talking about it, the next he had his legs around his boyfriends waist as he was being pounded into. he was over the moon.

“you’re being really loud.” y/n whispered through stuttered breathing.

“c.. can’t help it, feels too good. need more.” michael was loud, moaning and whining at the sensations y/n was putting him through.

“people are gonna hear you. you gotta shush.” y/n tried to cover michael’s moans slightly by kissing him, but it didn’t help that he when leaned forward, he hit a new spot that sent michael into ecstasy.

“michael, you’re too loud, i..” y/n looked around with nothing to mute his boyfriend’s moans, and decided to take the matter into his own hands, literally.

michael’s next whine was quickly cut off as y/n’s pointer and middle finger shoved into his mouth. he was caught off guard, but mainly shocked at how good the fingers felt in his mouth, which only caused michael to moan around his boyfriend’s fingers louder.

michael’s back arched up at the same pitch of the whine that came from his throat, and his teeth bit down on the fingers.

“gon’ finish.” he muffled out.

“come on.” y/n groaned chasing his own high.

michael’s finish came before y/n’s, but was quickly followed. y/n kissed michael’s shoulder before rolling next to him.

“you’re so loud.” y/n smiled embarrassed at the fact people probably heard their activities.

| bad!michael jackson x m!reader

| synopsis: michael can’t seem to stay on his feet during rehearsal… but maybe it’s his choreographers fault.

| tags: unestablished relationship, male reader, flirting, kinda fluff, pining, light smut

| warnings: slight making out, light smut? mainly just fantasies.

| a/n: i really love y’all’s requests, they make me laugh lol. keep them up:) planning on making a master list when i have more fics down. i hope i didn’t disappoint with this request, i feel the ending is bland but i tried to sum it up nicely 😭

michael felt like he was constantly in the dance studio these days. not that he minded, truly, it helped him get some stress off his shoulder, but as of right now.. it was the main cause of his stress.

the bad album had come out, and now it was time to work on the dance moves of his short film, which gave the album its name.

he had the whole thing planned out in his head, but still appreciated having his choreographer help him put it all together. the only problem was.. y/n was hot. like reealllly hot. at least michael thought so.

he appreciated the way y/n’s shirt would tighten around his biceps when he stretched his arm up. he also appreciated that it would rise up just slightly, showcasing y/n’s happy trail. michael liked the shorts y/n wore, and how they looked perfectly tailored even though they were just bought that way. the way they showed all the important details of y/n’s legs if the angle was just right.

michael couldn’t help but be distracted. no one could blame him! y/n was attractive, built, and definitely had the stamina to keep up with michael’s dance moves.. and possibly other things. michael knew these things too, and decided he had to make his move.

after michael stumbled on the same dance move a few times, y/n decided to help him by physically moving michael’s body to adjust what seemed to be the issue. the only thing is: this required y/n’s hands on michael’s hips, front pressed against michael’s back, and moving closely with him so he’d correct the dance move.

however, this close proximity seemed to trip michael up, causing him to land directly on his choreographer.

“sorry.” michael said sheepishly, even though this was the plan all along.

“it’s okay, let me help you up.” y/n moved from under michael, lifting him with ease. “guess you’re falling for me, huh?”

michael chuckled, afraid to admit the truth. “yeah. guess i am.”

the two men chuckled about the incident, but didn’t make any moves to pull away from each other.

“yeah, seems like you are.” y/n’s voice barely above a whisper before leaning in to kiss michael.

the moment almost felt fake, something straight from a movie scene. one of those scenes where everything stops around the two main characters, as they realize they were meant to be all along. the difference in this was: the men were both quickly snapped back into the moment by their desperation in the kiss.

michael tried, he truly did try to pull away, but y/n’s mouth was just too captivating. it was like he was a pro with it! the way his tongue touched michael’s, as his hands trailed down the shorter male’s waist. his lips weren’t dry, but not too wet. the way he knew how to take control by gently gliding his teeth across michael’s bottom lip. it was too much, until they both ran out of air.

“wow.” michael’s chest rose almost to the same beat of the short film’s song.

“i apologize.. let’s dance.” his choreographer went to rewind the music, but michael grabbed his hand.

“i think we could pause the dancing and music to rehearse some other things.” michael smiled softly.

| thriller!michael jackson x male!reader

| synopsis: michael’s first time dating another male brings him anxiety to admit it, even though everyone already knows.

| tags: established relationship, male reader, fluff, angst

| warning: michael’s got anxiety due to his internalized homophobia.

| a/n: this was a request, but i thought the idea was cute. :) i also think it was a good one shot, but if yall want part 2 lemme know!

michael felt lighter, happier. his family couldn’t determine why.

maybe it was the random flowers, which appeared in michael’s room one day. maybe it was the extra clothes that katherine found in his laundry, which definitely fit someone taller than michael. maybe it was friend that michael always hung out with.. scratch that: it was the friend michael hung out with.

michael denied it often, stating he was just happy his album was going well, but everyone had a sneaky suspicion that the man who picked michael up every wednesday and thursday evening for ‘driving around town’ was the real reason michael came back with red cheeks and disheveled clothes.

it first started with bill asking if he needed to take michael somewhere.

“no thanks, bill! y/n is picking me up!” and as arguably the closest to the young jackson, bill was caught off guard at the sudden mention of a new person. “who’s y/n?” bill’s senses heightened, as he knows his role in protecting michael. “just a friend, nothing to worry about!” but michael’s crooked smile stayed on his face at the mention of this so-called ‘friend’.

the next instance was when jackie and jermaine poked fun at their little brother.

“maaaaan! when are you gonna start bringing someone around here?” jermaine shoved mike’s shoulder slightly. “when i find the right one.. i gotta go, y/n’s here to pick me up.” but jackie and jermaine saw the way michael rushed out the door and smiled big at you leaned against your car, waiting to open the door for him.

finally, his mother finally made a point to ask about the mystery clothes in the laundry… and the red spot on his neck that appeared after a late hangout with y/n.

“michael, you can tell me what’s going on. i am your mother after all.” katherine slid the neatly folded clothes across the table, and michael broke down.. “it’s true, mother. i didn’t want to say anything, since he’s a male, and well.. so am i. i know it’s wrong, but everytime i’m with y/n, i just feel like the world is a better place.” michael laid his head down on the shirt in front of him, crying about the truth coming out, but instead of being met his disgust by his mother. he was met with her hand on his neck, gently rubbing the curls. “michael, there is never going to be a moment where i think that you being in love is wrong. i just wish you didn’t have to hide it for so long.”

the first time the jackson family met y/n, they were seated at the dinner table in hayvenhurst. y/n, dressed way too nice in what was practically a suit, shook next to michael. the mood finally lightened as janet laughed about the way he dropped the salt all over the table, due to the uncontrollable shake in his hands.

the next time the jackson family met y/n, michael insisted it be movie night, and begged for a charlie chaplin movie. y/n had subconsciously put his arm around michael, and stiffened when he realized he was in a room full of michael’s family. he was quickly reassured when mike leaned into him, shoving popcorn up to feed to y/n.

the last (anxious) time the jackson family met y/n, michael wasn’t home. y/n showed up by himself, requesting to talk to the family about the possibility of actually asking michael to be his boyfriend.

“boyfriend? i thought you guys were already together.” tito tilted his head confused.

“no, i wanted y’all’s permission. can.. no. may i ask michael to be my boyfriend?” y/n fidgeted with his fingers, before being met with only joy from the family in front of him.

little did y/n and the family know, michael had come into the house and was stopped in his tracks at the conversation, before interrupting.

| thriller!michael jackson x male!reader

| synopsis: michael likes to prank you, so you decide it’s time for pay back!

| tags: established relationship, male reader (all are allowed to read ofc!), fluff

| warnings: there isn’t really any, unless you count scaring michael.

| a/n: i’m well aware michael wasn’t into men, but as a male reader and writer, i yearn for male inserts. don’t come for me.

halloween night with michael consists of watching movies, passing out candy, and rating the kids halloween costumes. it had been an absolute ritual for the past two years, and it was one of michael’s favorite days of the year.

however, this ritual also included michael’s pranks, which happen year round, but he figures he can get a good scare out of you on halloween…

so he thinks.

this year you’ve got it all planned out, you’re gonna watch a movie, pass out candy, and then act like you have to go home.. ultimately coming back for the scare. you had gotten some friends in on it, so it would be the ultimate prank! you felt it was an equal treatment for the scares he’s put you through.

mike picked the movie.. he always does, claiming he’s got some ‘superior movie knowledge’. you kept checking the time on your watch, he could see it from the corner of his eye, and tried not to act hurt by your lack of engagement.

“babe, did you see that?” mike asks, just to regain your attention.

“yeah, totally spooked, baby. what a crazy ending.”

michael couldn’t keep the frown off his face. “do you have somewhere to be? i have another movie we could watch.. maybe make more popcorn and snuggle up?”

you couldn’t help your heart fluttering at michael’s request, but you knew you had a plan to stick to. “i’ve got to get home. got some early morning stuff.”

michael sighs, but walks you to the door for one finally peck on the lips. he watches you start your car and drive away from hayvenhurst. he sulks back to the couch as the end credits roll. you had been distant, you had been distracted. maybe you were just done. he tries to formulate the thought to make sense when there was a knock at the door. he figured it might be some late night trick-or-treaters, but when he opened the door, no one was there.

“hello?” his soft voice spoke, but no reply. he shook his head and shut the door. before he could sit again, the knocks happened again, but louder.

“alright.. who’s there?” he yells out. “y/n? oh i bet it is.” he opened the door to an empty doorstep again. “y/n! come out. the prank was funny, but the jokes up.”

no answer, yet again.

“y/n?” his voice shakes. you would’ve popped out by now, surely. mike stays in his head before being startled by a banging on the window. he slams the door shut and rushes to the phone, dialing your number.

“y/n! somebody’s at hayvenhurst! they’re beating on the door and windows.. i’m terrified, i know you have something tomorrow, but please come back and just stay long enough to scare these people off!” fear radiates through the phone. of course you know who’s scaring him, it’s your prank, but you can’t be a bad boyfriend and not go back.

“i’ll be there soon, mikey. just put another movie on and ignore it.” the line goes flat as you hang up, michael feels like he can breathe a little knowing you’ll be here to defend him.

that is until the beating gets more aggressive. “stop! stop! stop! m-.. my boyfriend will be here any minute, and he’ll kick your butt!” michael swallows, he hopes you’ll be here any minute, but who knows.

headlights shine through the windows, and michael breathes a bit deeper, still shaking with slight tears running down his cheeks. “mike? there’s no one out there.”

“yes, there is! i promise, babe! they were slamming on the doors and windows!”

“i think you’re hearing ghosts, mike. that movie must’ve scared you.” you chuckle, but his demeanor doesn’t change. he knows what he heard. someone was here! he can’t believe it, you don’t believe him? he was so panicked on the phone!

“you don’t believe me?” he questions with a frown. “do you even trust me? someone was here!”

“i’ll go check it out, michael.” you put your jacket around him as comfort, walking out the front door to go surveillance the property. michael waits patiently, wrapping the jacket around himself tighter until he hears you yell for his help, causing him to bolt out of the door.

he finds you leaning against the house. “you were right. something’s out here.. it bit me!” you hold your neck where you were ‘bit’. michael pulls you into the house, locking the door and shutting every blind he can reach in the moment. he grabs your hand away from your neck and gasps at the blood.

“y/n! your neck! oh my gosh, we’ve got to go to the hospital right now!” he tries to pull you, but instead you smile big. “why are you laughing?! this is serious! you could die, babe!”

“gotcha!”

“what?” michael’s worry falls off his face, before slowly turning unamused at your shenanigans. “you pranked me?! that was not funny, y/n! you know what? no more kisses for you!”

he huffs and goes to sit on the couch to pout at your actions. you followed, sitting right next to him. “c’mon, mikey! it wasn’t that bad. it was just a little payback for your pranks. i promise i wont do it again.”

“promise?”

“promise. i just wanted to give you a thriller night.” you smile, putting your arm around him and kissing his forehead, to which he smiles and cuddles into your side.

“so i get to pick the next movie right, since you decided to be mean?” he asks.

“you always get to pick!.. fine. yes, you can pick.” you replied, causing him to smile.