#flirt

or write about! whatever floats your boat

"you're going to have to try a little harder than that" (or "to impress me," but avoid making it sound overly cocky)

"liar."

"don't flatter yourself."

"you'd just love to know, [wouldn't you?]"/"wouldn't you love to know."

"was that a compliment?"

"if i didn't know any better, i'd think..."

"i like when you say my name."

"say that again."

"you're distracting me."

"stop staring."

"miss me [yet]?"

"careful, someone might think..." ("that you like what you see," "you've grown soft," "you miss me," etc)

"you love it." > "i do."

any playful feign of injury (to the ego); "ouch."

"[i know how you can] make it up to me."

"what will i get [if i do]?"

"stop pretending that you aren't enjoying this."

"you just can't stay away from me, can you?"

"were you trying to make me jealous?" > "maybe. did it work?" > "absolutely."

"is that right?" with a little smirk...

"do tell."

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ: Michael Jackson x F!Reader

summary: Michael always flirts with you, this time you flirt back.

Michael was your best friend. You had feelings for him, even though it took you time to admit it because you were scared. A love sick fool sort of feeling, the one that made your heart thump violently against your ribs every time you saw him give you that big toothy grin. You would frame that smile and put it up on your bedroom wall if it was possible.

But what made it all was worse, was that Michael flirted with you, relentlessly and often. You had tried not to take it to heart, because you know he was probably out doing the same to other girls. But that didn’t stop your face from heating up every time he said sweet things. You know he only does it because he likes the way you react, when your eyes would dart away immediately, your face changing to a shade of pink.

It was a regular late Friday night for you. Michael and you were currently sitting in your bed, backs up against your headboard, a bowl of sickening amounts of sweets and loads of blankets.

This was a regular routine you had since you were little, most nights it was Michael who chose the movie. You didn’t mind though.

Right before climbing into bed and putting on a movie, Michael had begged asked you to play twister. Shrugging your shoulders you said, “why not?” The game ended up with you falling, which made you whine and rub your sore elbow with a pout, Michael had simply called you dramatic.

With the blanket tucked around your legs, you rubbed your elbow through your sleeve with your hand. “It still hurts.”

Michael, in the middle of throwing popcorn into his mouth, laughed. Which you responded to with a scowl. “You’re such a baby. You want me to kiss it better?”

Feeling slightly irritated, you felt your face already starting to heat up. An idea popped into your head, so quickly, you almost missed it. “Yes.”

Michael turned to you, his jaw slack. His hand froze halfway into the bowl of sweets, this time instead of you, Michael stuttered. “I- uhm-”

No wonder Michael had revelled so much in tormenting you, his reaction was priceless. You were struggling to hold your laugh as Michael’s eyes darted all over your face. His face cleary heating up as a shade of red was creeping up his neck, and dusted at the tip of his ears.

You couldn’t hold it anymore. You laughed, loud and bubbly, which only made Michael’s eyebrows shoot up. You nudged your leg against his. “I’m only just kidding Michael, should’ve seen your face.”

You shook your head still laughing to yourself. Michael though, was still staring at you. He heard his own heart pounding in his ear, hammering so harshly against his ribs that he was worried that you would be able to hear it.

“Wish you weren’t kidding though.” Michael mumbled quietly under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He quickly said.

A/N: I wrote this super quick while half asleep so ignore any spelling errors