thriller!michael gaining a habit by checking your pulse/heartbeat to make sure your there ‧ ₊ ˚ .
in big, large crowds michaels anxiety would pick up. sure, he should have been used to it. it was his job. but the man couldn’t help it. that’s why he loved having you around. you were his ground, his medium. if you weren’t there his security made sure to at least have something that reminded him of you to ground him. yet nothing eased him more than you, physically being there.
one thing he loved to do was check your pulse. even just pressing his two fingers, lightly against your wrist. or pressing his kisses down a bit hard at the pulse point at your neck. those little things helped him more than you realized. when nights got crazy with his dad, all he wanted to hear was the steady thump of your heartbeat. it calmed him. some nights you would wake up at 2 in the morning to hear him crying over the phone, begging for you to put the phone speaker against your chest. and you did, and it helped him.
one night whilst he thought you were sleeping he confessed. exposing how most night he couldn’t sleep without you. explaining how your heart beat was like a nursery rhyme for him. making him fall asleep instantly. telling you how much he loved to hear it, how it consoled him. you almost cried on the spot hearing how seen you were. michael still doesn’t know that you were awake that entire time.
in all honesty you hadn’t picked up on that small habit until the late night phone calls. you didn’t mind, it was cute. you loved the fact that your man had to feel your steady heart beat just to make sure you were there. other times, it hurt you. thinking about him having this feeling that your not real, too good for him.
but, michael would be michael. continuing to keep the habit. making your neck, your left upper chest, and your wrist to be his favorite kiss points. also asking if he could sample your heartbeat for an upcoming song in his bad album.
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summary: inviting michael over for a sleepover turns into your love confession to him.
you sat cross legged on your couch, excited hands nestled in your lap. your heart was beating with joy at the thought of your crush, well.. best friend, michael, finally coming over for a sleepover. you’ve begged him to stay over for weeks now, but he always declined, explaining that he and quincy were really busy working on michael’s newest album, Off the Wall.
you heard a loud ding, and you jumped from your seat on the lounge and ran over to the door. you grabbed onto the doorknob, swinging it open.
michael stood there, silent and embarrassed. he had a little pillow in his hands and a folded up blanket. his eyes darted around, pink blush forming on the apples of his cheeks
you gasped and hugged him, “hi michael! how was the drive here?”. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close. you felt his body tense up as your breasts smushed into his chest. you could feel his heart beating like crazy.
“oh, it was nice.. had a lil’ nap..” he muttered, pulling away from your touch, “I’ve been so tired, working on that album all day..”, michael sighed, stepping into your house.
“I’ve heard. but right now, let’s just chill. get that off your mind.” you grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the living room. he stumbled around on the cool marble floor as he struggled to hold onto his blanket and pillow, the two items nearly falling out of his grasp when you grabbed him so roughly.
“here! sit!” you commanded, patting the cushion. he nodded and sat, crossing his legs as he placed his little pillow behind him. he took out his blanket, throwing it over his head, leaving a small gap for his little face. he then wrapped the rest of the soft cloth around his thin body, snuggling up inside. he looked like a little potato.
“I’m gonna go get some pop corn, just sit and relax!” you exclaimed. michael smiled and nodded, watching you run into the living room to start cooking the popcorn. you were in such a hurry, you hope he didn’t notice.
michael sat there silently, the tv still playing some alpha-bits cereal ad. he blinked as he observed what was on the big screen. he quietly waited for your return.
you finally came back with a big bowl full of pop corn. you sat down and handed it to michael with a big smile on your face, you felt very proud handing your homemade popcorn over to him. “made it all by myself!” you grinned, making a funny face at him. he giggled softly, “I bet it’s gonna taste amazing..!”, he dug his hand into the bowl, taking a hand full of popcorn and stuffing it into his mouth. you felt your heart lit up as michael began chewing.
“wow, y/n.. this is really tasty! what did ya’ put in here?” he gasped, bringing a hand to his mouth. “just some love, that’s all.” you brushed your hair back jokingly, flashing him a big, fat smile. “that was so good, I want some more!” he rejoiced, continuing to devour the rest of your famous popcorn.
the two of you watched tv together. that damn popcorn being mentioned in most of your guys conversation. ugh’, that popcorn was taking too much attention away from you!
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“so, michael.. do you have a crush on anyone?” you asked, placing a hand on your chin. michael gasped, his face reddened up like a tomato. his heart suddenly started beating faster, he’d never felt so flustered ever!
“what!?” he spoke, tilting his head, his eyes widening with a flustered expression. “crush..?!” michael muttered out, he whispered the innocent word as if it were a crime. “y/n, you’re so crazy..!” he giggled, blush appearing brighter and redder in his little cheeks.
“it’s just a question, mikey..” you giggle, wrapping your arm around him. “okay, instead of telling me, you have to guess mine.” you booped his nose with your finger, the contact making him jump.
“Um, okay..” he hesitatingly answered. he stared off as he began thinking. who could you possibly have a crush on anyway? you did talk about love a lot, but you never talked about getting dates or going on ones at all. “oh, y/n.. I have no idea.” michael confessed, turning away from you.
“here, look. I’ll give you a hint. his name starts with a m!” you teased, putting your hands on your hips. he sighed and thought for a moment. “m-marlon?!” michael growled, swiftly turning his head towards you. “eugh! no! think again!” you joked.
his jaw dropped as he realized what you were saying. you liked him..? like.. a crush!! that’s actually crazy.. michael never thought you’d like him, he thought you and him were just friends!!
“me..?” he spoke, pointing at himself. you blushed and nodded slowly. placing your hands in your lap. “it’s been you, michael.” you confessed, your little heart skipping a beat, “for a long time now..”
“that’s.. so weird. I never thought you liked me, not even for a moment.” michael was in complete denial. he never thought the prettiest girl, you, would actually like him. but, he is the king of pop anyway, girls throw themselves at him!
“michael, can we?” you tilted your head, flashing him doll eyes. he looked away, his body shaking with both joy and nervousness. did you wanna kiss him, hug him? he didn’t know, he was so nervous he couldn’t even think.
as he sat there having a mini-heart attack, he felt two hands on his face, and then soft, glossed lips meet his.
he moaned as he felt your tongue explore his mouth. sweet gasps escaping from him. your hands roamed around his body, settling at his thin waist. you then pulled away, spit connecting the two of you. you gazed into his doe eyes, sparkling with desire.
“michael, do you love me?” you asked, grabbing his hand. he stopped for a moment to collect himself, closing his eyes. he sighed, and then looked back at you, and nodded. “I love you, y/n. will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, holding your hand tightly like he was never gonna release it ever. “yes!” you marveled, wrapping your arms around him.
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that night, michael became your first ever boyfriend. he was so amazing. loving, caring, all the things you could ever dream up. but his work schedule was crazy hectic as always. but you still loved him, even if he wasn’t by your side day by day. at least you were his.
꒰ა˚₊✧ SUMMARY: michael drags you to studio 54 to have fun with him after a rough breakup.
WC: 1.1k
TW: none just fluff and a little angst.
A/N: reader is depicted as a black female!! also i was thinking of the song stayin alive by bee gees cuz that was out in the 70s so yah. this is lowkey kinda bad but its ok!! want more michael?? click here!!!
you were at home. crying your eyes out. your boyfriend of one year broke up with you because “he lost feelings” and “things are different nowadays” you were even more mad then sad because he couldn’t even tell you face to face he called you and told you things were over
so now all your doing is sitting at home, eating ice cream and binge watching random shows that come on the television. your mom and dad try their best to comfort you and say things like “your 19! you will find someone better trust me”
you just ignore it half of the time. you spent your fridays and saturday nights alone. you’re almost never outside. only one person has cared enough to stay in touch with you. and that’s michael.
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it was saturday night and your phone rings. you already knew who it was but you still acted like you didn’t when you picked it up
“hey who’s this?” you stifled back a giggle.
“it’s michael! i just wanted to say im sorry about your break up and everything again.. for the 100th time. but you need to get outside and have some fun.”
you groan “have fun where michael? there’s no where to have fun at?”
“you can come with me to a club?”
“michael you know. i feel.. so tired and ugly i just don’t wanna go anywhere”
“hey hey! don’t say that. cmon just trust me and come with me. please? pretty yourself up. though you don’t really need too. but pleaseee.”
you stay quiet for a while “..fine..”
“see you in 20?” you could hear michael’s excitement through the phone
“yay! okay bye, Y/N see you!”
“yea yea” you smile despite yourself
“bye bye michael.” you hang up
you sigh and get up. you only had 20 minutes and you already showered. you rummaged through your closet and settled on the orange tight glittery dress. you shrug and put it on. then you put on some white sequin stilettos.
you know it takes you a while to style your hair so you start that right away, straightening it then curling the ends.
about 20 minutes later your finally done. your dark honey brown skin shiny. you walk downstairs. your mom is surprised honestly because she hasn’t seen you get ready like this in weeks.
“honey. where are you going?” your mom looks happy of course but confused
“out with michael. illl be back later i really gotta go.”
“oh! o-okay!! see you then.. be safe! seriously!”
you pick up ur right purse from the coat hanger and rush out the front door. you see michael’s all black car waiting for in the front. you climb in the back knowing bill is probably in the front and michael is in the passenger
“heyy!! you look pretty!” he chuckled
“aw thanks michael. so where are we going?”
“you’ll see.” he looked ahead at the road
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you and michael arrive at this club called “Studio 54” there’s people of all shades. everyone dancing and singing. it was just good vibes. it started out awkward at first.
michael trying to convince you to dance with for like 40 minutes straight. suddenly one of your favorite songs starts playing “stayin alive” by bee gees. it was literally the only song that was stopping you from going into depression when your boyfriend broke up with you.
you finally go up to michael and start dancing. your bracelets shaking, and glinting at the light. michael automatically starts dancing with you. trying to lighten the mood he spins you around. you smile. a genuine one. michael can’t remember the last time he’s seen that.
you laughing, and giggling. dancing around. your hair bouncing around. you don’t have a care in the world really.
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when the nights over, your straight hair is slightly puffy. your legs and feet hurt a little but you feel amazing
“thank you michael for dragging me out here. i feel okay. like everything’s gonna be okay.”
“your absolutely welcome. you looked like you had fun. a lot of fun.” he chuckles
“i absolutely did. i don’t even wanna go home”
michael is shocked “it’s late. you should get home. it’s starts getting unsafe”
“yea i know. but i thank you seriously”
“your welcome. you needed it so badly i could tell. just happy i could break a barrier” he nudges you
you laugh and finally make it to the car. where bill was waiting.
you climb into the backseat while michael gets in the passenger. then bill starts driving you home
that’s it. literally (couldn’t find a cute ending im sorry😭)
Though our souls were destined to be with one another, I had to go against the universe to prevent it from happening. She was beautiful, charming, and loving.
I was a dog at my worst. I had been working day and night, waiting for the day to end just for it to start again and repeat the cycle.
My love for her was unconditional, but it hurt me to see my baby asleep in bed alone whenever I came back, whether it had been from rehearsals, filming, or recording.
The night I decided to let my baby go wasn’t a night you’d have imagined it to be like. The raindrops echoed outside as I tapped my foot anxiously against the floor, waiting for her to come downstairs.
“Mike? What’s up with you?” Her voice was soft and loving, as always.
“I think this—we—us should stop.” God, I sounded like an idiot. I couldn’t even formulate a normal sentence without feeling a lump in my throat.
“What the fuck?”
Her curse sounded like a deep cut against already bleeding skin.
My baby’s loving and sweet. It’s my loneliness that has taken over our love
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Summary: You wake up in Michael’s bed after a night of drinking and flirtatious behavior.
Notes/Warnings: 18+ only, adult consensual flirting, drinking (be safe) F goes home with stranger (never do this!) adult language.
Had to write something with Michael from Hoard. There will be a few chapters for him and his F!Reader. How Joe looked in the clip I needed to write something! ❤️s are appreciated…so are reblogs! Feedback is also welcome! Wanna be tagged, just let me know.
*Oh, you’re awake.”
You blinked in the low light of the room. Glancing in the direction of the deep raspy voice, you gasped. You covered your mouth with your hand.
The night came crashing down on you.
You had been stood up. You had been nursing your fourth cocktail when he walked up. His dark curls, the hint of a chain laying against his chest under the black button down.
“What’s a pretty girl like you, leaning against my spot all alone?”
“Who said I was alone?”
He only chuckled, making his cynical mouth curl into a smirk. With a quick motion of his hand and a cold one was placed right in front of him.
He took a swig and brushed his mouth clean with the back of his hand.
“So are ya going to tell me or will I have to start inventing stories?” His tone was brisk, almost bored it made you wonder why he even cares to ask.
You finally relented. You knew you couldn’t win against him. “Set up through friends. He never showed.”
“Fucking loser.”
“Hey, maybe his car broke down.”
He rose an eyebrow. “You’re defending him now, almost five drinks in?”
You pressed your lips together. “Alright, fucking loser.”
The curls on his head bounced as he threw his head back with a hearty laugh. “Knew it.”
The night had crawled on. More drinks had been had, it wasn’t long before you longed to feel him, touch him. You knew he noticed and you welcomed, anything that came from him. You could practically feel yourself grow hungry for it.
At one point, he had grabbed you to stop from being a little wobbly. His large hands certainly knew how hold you in place. They did even a better job when he held you to him to kiss if it could even be considered that. More like devouring between two very hungry people.
“We only kissed. I like when my girls actually respond to me and my touch.”
His voice interrupted, your imagination. You were keen in wanting more to have happened the night before.
He finished towel drying his hair and drew close. You could smell the crisp scent of his soap, it made you tremble and the hunger you felt from last night returned.
“I have to head into work soon sweetheart. You are gonna have to run along.”
“But..but.”
A smirk curled his lips once again.
“Look darling, maybe some other time.”
You reached out and managed to tug on the white tank top he was already wearing. “Please?”
He looked you up down and grabbed your chin, tilting your face so your eyes met his.
“Now if we do, sweetheart. Don’t be catching feelings since I saved you from weaving and wobbling home by your lonesome last night, alright?”
“Yes.” You agreed in a soft voice, defeat in your heart.
“Yes, what?”
Your stomach immediately knotted furiously. You could taste your desire for him.
“Yes, sir.”
He smiled, for the first time since you met him. “That’s my sweet petal. I like the sound of that.” And he let go of your chin. “Now be a good girl and take off my white t-shirt.”
Warnings: angst, getting kidnapped, hating all humans
Request by anon: Bonjour Jordan, can i ask a spn imagine where the reader is apocalypse world Michael wife and Sam, Castiel, and Jack take her because is the only reason for Michael to show up because she is the only human he cared about and love? The reader can be Michael weakness. The reader is a super shy, sweet, innocent, intelligent, and introverted person
Summary: Sam, Dean, and Castiel need a way to take down Michael once and for all. When they go to his world to wage a war, they find you, his innocent wife who is a human, and they decide if you're not going to give information, then you'll be bait.
Square Filled: dimensional portals (2019) for @heavenandhellbingo
Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3
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Jack, Dean, Sam, and Castiel step through the portal to enter the Apocalypse World. The new threat to humanity is the big bad archangel, Michael. The one in their world is still rotting in the cage with Lucifer, and to prevent this Michael from obliterating their world, they need to kill him and kill him fast.
Wherever he might be.
“They’re here,” Michael says as prepares for the fight.
“Now? You’re not ready,” you say.
“I’m gonna have to be. They’re early but my plan can still work.”
“What shall I do?”
“Stay here.”
“No, I want to go with you.”
“Y/N, darling, you’re only human. I can’t let you put your life in danger for me. I can take care of myself,” he sighs and finishes gathering the things he needs.
“That doesn’t matter. You’re my husband. If what we hear is true, two of the invaders are human.”
“Hunters, my love. They’re hunters. You’re not. Please just stay here. I’ll be back before you know it.”
Michael kisses you sensually and before you know it, he’s gone. Your house is in the middle of the warfare you call this planet. There is a refugee camp for humans somewhere that Michael can’t locate. Whatever they’re doing is keeping him from finding them. You have no choice but to wait here and pray for Michael’s safe return, if praying will do anything for him.
An hour goes by and the sounds of battle grow closer to your house. The ground shakes with angelic power and you look out the window to see a white light in the sky that’s getting closer. You run to the back of the room just as someone comes crashing into your house. You gasp and shield yourself from the debris.
A man wearing a trench coat stands up and wipes the dust from his coat. He looks around the place and spots you through the dust.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Michael’s wife. Who are you?” The strange man doesn’t answer you. The hairs on the back of your neck raise in alarm. “You need to leave now.”
The strange man approaches you with bright blue eyes, and the last thing you see is a bright white light.
Sam and Dean have joined the local’s side to fight Michael, and Castiel returns after splitting from the group. Sam sees the angel emerge from the smoke with something on his shoulder, and upon closer inspection, he sees it’s a person.
“Cas? Who the hell is this?”
“Michael’s wife. We should go.”
“Wait, what? You kidnapped someone?” Dean gasps.
“Look, we can discuss this later. Do you want to wait for Michael to realize she’s gone or do you want to head back to our world?”
He’s right. Michale will obliterate them when he finds out you’re gone. Castiel, Jack, Sam, and Dean head back to the portal they’ve created to get back to their world. As soon as the last person breaches the portal, it closes.
“Cas, I can’t believe you took her.”
“We can gather intel about Michael through her. I don’t see the problem. It’s not like you two haven’t done this before.”
Castiel brings you to the dungeon where he chains you to the chair in the middle of the room.
“Cas, she’s a kid.”
Anyone under the age of thirty is a kid to Dean. You’re in your mid-twenties and have your whole life ahead of you. Why the hell are you wasting it on Michael?
“Well, we can’t give her back now. Michael must know she’s gone. Even if we return her with no harm done, he’ll still kill us all. We need to come up with a plan.”
You gasp awake and jerk away from Castiel who jumps back in surprise. Tears immediately roll down your cheeks from how scared you are. You don’t know who these people are, where you are, or where Michael is so your panic is coming out in tears.
“Who are you? Where am I?”
“Look, we’ll explain everything but you need to calm down.”
“Where’s Michael?” Castiel walks closer to you but you try to back up as much as you can. “No, don’t come near me!”
“Cas, let’s give her some time,” Sam says.
Both brothers leave with the angel, allowing you to cry by yourself in the dimly lit dungeon. It takes a couple of hours for you to calm down, and when they return, you’re sitting there silently with a stoic look on your face.
“My name is Sam Winchester. This is my brother Dean and our friend, Castiel who is an angel.”
“I know who Castiel is. Michael killed him,” you say.
“Right. Well, I’m sorry with the way we handled things but you can imagine why we can’t allow Michael into our world. He’s a big threat and we need as much information on him as we can get. We thought… well, we thought that--”
“That you’d kidnap me and I’d spill everything about him?” you finish for him. “Do you really expect me to be compliant in your demands when you kidnap me, tie me up in your dungeon, and leave me here to cry alone? No, this isn’t how this works.” You’re not sure where this boost of confidence is coming from. You’re usually very shy and always let Michael handle the tough talk. “I might be more willing to give you information if I had a bed and some food and a proper room. I am no threat to you. I’m only human.”
Sam, Dean, and Castiel step off to the side to discuss the pros and cons of letting you free. There are two angels inside the Bunker that can subdue you if you decide to go rogue, and there are two hunters that will keep an eye on you the whole time.
Castiel allows you out of your chains while Sam escorts you to the bathroom to freshen up. Your world is dirty, dusty, and filled with soot and smoke so taking a shower to clean yourself from that filth is amazing. Your world has really been set back from the wars Michael has started. Things like showers don’t come easy since there isn’t a lot of running water.
After showering, you are escorted to the kitchen where a hot meal is waiting for you. That’s another thing you don’t have--hot meals. When you’re constantly fighting angels in a world where power is limited, you don’t have access to things like microwaves or ovens. You only have fireplaces where you can heat canned food or small meals.
You immediately dig into the food gratefully. All three men are watching you with careful eyes and you start to get annoyed with the way they’re treating you.
“I’m not a circus animal. You don’t have to stare at me while I eat.”
“What is Michael planning?” Dean asks.
“You want to kill him, don’t you?” All three men are silent. “Why would I give you information on how to kill my husband?”
“He’s killing an entire world. He’s slaughtering millions. He wants to come here and do the same,” Dean gasps.
“The people he’s killed deserved it. He’s not taking innocents despite what those refugees say. Michael isn’t a bad guy, you just perceive him to be bad because his actions don’t fit your criteria of being a good guy.”
That silences all three of them. You continue to eat and they leave to talk about what the next steps are going to be.
“She’s not gonna want to give any information on him, but she can be bait. He’ll come for her.”
“As much as I hate it, he’s right. If she’s not going to be any help to us, then she can be bait. We can trap him here. He might stop killing and leave us alone if he sees his love is in danger.”
“We’re not going to actually hurt her, right?”
“Yes, Sam. We won’t harm a hair on her head.”
“Alright, let’s get started.”
Just like they predicted, it didn’t take Michael long to figure out you are gone. If he is ruthless when you’re by his side, then it’s a whole different ball game without you there. All of his followers are scared to be around him for fear he’ll kill them for them looking at him wrong.
“WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!” Michael yells angrily and slams his fist into the wooden table so hard that it cracks in half.
“The invaders must have taken her,” one of the angels says.
Michael looks at him with a deadly glare and the angel shuts up. Another angel walks through the front door with a note in his hands.
“Someone opened another portal to drop this note off.”
Michael takes the note from him. It reads “If you want her, come get her”. Michael crumples the paper in his hand angrily and turns to his angels with fire in his eyes.
“If they want a fight, we’re going to give it to them.”
“Sir, this could be a trap.”
“Of course it is. It’s time for Phase 2. Get it ready because Y/N is coming home.”
Just as much as Michael is preparing in his home, Sam and Dean prepare in theirs. You should have known the nice treatment wasn’t going to last. You went from being in the dungeon to eating in the kitchen to being tied up in the library. Michael taught you everything you know about breaking out of rope ties and Sam isn’t that good at tying knots.
There is an angel’s trap right outside of the portal they’ve opened so that when Michael steps through it, he’ll be trapped. He’s been trapped before but it takes some time and a lot of energy to break through but then Sam and Dean will have what they want.
Right on cue, Michael steps through the portal and you break free from your binds. You leap forward to be in his arms but Dean holds you back.
“Get your fucking hands off her!” Micheal yells.
“I’m okay, baby. I’m not hurt,” you reassure him.
“You better let her go.”
“That’s not gonna happen. What is gonna happen is you not going back home. Your reign of terror is done.”
Micheal locks eyes with you and sags his shoulders in defeat. You know this is just a ploy to get them to trust him. Violence and confrontation is and never have been your forte. Whatever Micheal gets himself into, you tend to stay out of. However, this is your business. You hate humans for what they’ve done to him. They all deserve to burn for what they’ve done, and Sam and Dean aren’t any different.
“Let her go home. She has nothing to do with this. She’s innocent,” Micheal negotiates. “I’ll stay here with you if you let her go home.”
“Micheal, no, I don’t want to go home without you,” you say, keeping up the facade.
“It’s going to be okay, love. I want to stay.”
Of course, he does. Phase 2 is starting, otherwise they all would be dead.
“Let her go, Dean,” Sam says.
Sam takes you from his brother and escorts you to the other side of the portal so that Micheal can’t get to you.
“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll see you soon.”
You step through the portal into your own world and watch as it closes behind you. If he wants to initiate Phase 2, then so be it. You have a lot of work to do.
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