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i love anything mj and miles morales! sfw over here maybs some suggestive stuff but that’s about it!

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Your Lollipop, My Lolipop

-dangerous era!michael jackson x fem!reader-

summary: you find a lollipop in your drawer and start eating it, when michael asks for one you tell him you have none left so he gets his lollipop a different way

warnings: fluff ish, he calls reader ma, mama, and baby, reader calls him angel face and baby

a/n: guys plez excuse me for not posting i’ve been sooo busy and lowkey have no ideas, i need to figure out how to open my requests because it’s giving me a hard time💔

creds to @issysh3ll for da dividers!!

michael is over at your place, laid next to you on the bed absentmindedly tracing shapes on your thigh. you’re both “watching” looney toons but really you’re just talking with each other. the conversation flowed to a end as you both brought your attention back to the tv.

you got a random craving for sweets and remembered you have a lollipop left in your drawer. you pull your drawer open and grab the lollipop quickly unwrapping it and popping it into your mouth. the flavor that you love most hits your taste buds, fulfilling your craving.

the sound of the wrapper draws his attention back towards you.

“ooh what flavor?” he looks at the lollipop in your mouth before looking back to your eyes.

“the best one ever of course” you don’t have to explain further because you and michael have the same favorite flavor.

he pouts slightly before speaking, “wow, so unfair, you didn’t think to give me one. tsk tsk tsk” he playfully shakes his head, smiling, but he’s not joking about the lollipop, he wants his lollipop.

“uhm..”

“what? don’t uhm me like that mama.. that makes me nervous.”

“how would you feel if i told you i have no more lollipops…”

immediately, his face drops. “please tell me you’re joking baby.”

“i’m not! i’m sorry,” you drag the y, apologetically looking at him while trying not to laugh.

“you’re rude, i thought you said you’d always put me first.” he has this overly dramatic sad face and it’s so funny you can’t help laughing.

“i said im sorry! listen i’ll buy more tomorrow and you can take as many as you want, okay angel face ?”

“whatever..” it was so obvious that he wasn’t really mad, he just liked seeing your reaction but you refused to give him a big one today. his attention returned from your lollipop to the tv.

a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. a few minutes later, you look back over to michael to see that the expression on his face has changed. it’s filled with mischief and there’s a smirk on his face. you know he’s about to pull some b.s.

“mikey… what are you about to do..”

“nothing! don’t worry just watch the tv!”

“i don’t trust you.. don’t try nothing applehead..”

“again, don’t worry baby.”

you hummed, still suspicious but choosing to ignore him. ignorance is bliss, right? yeah.. wrong.

it hadn’t even been 5 minutes since you stopped talked before michael made a move. he slid closer to you, planting a kiss on your cheek. you gave him a suspicious look but he continued, another kiss placed on your temple. you melted after just 2 kisses, goodness you’re such a simp for him, but it’s okay he is too.

“mike, js watch the tv.” you try to get him to calm down as he presses his fourth kiss on your face, obviously you didn’t want him to stop but for both of y’all’s sakes, he needed too.

“mht mht, i just love you, is that so bad?” he murmurs between his peppered kisses.

“it’s not but— why do i try.. i love you too baby” he hummed, happy with your answer.

“now lemme get a proper kiss since you love me so much.”

completely forgetting about your earlier suspicions and his mischievous face you wrap your tongue around the lollipop once more—taking it out and holding it off to the side as you both lean in.

you taste sweet, exactly like his favorite flavor. strawberry. you melted into him completely sighing into his mouth. that was all it took for him to distract you. while you were there vulnerable on his lips he took initiative. his hand moves towards your hand holding the lollipop but he doesn’t grab it just yet.

he focuses back onto the kiss, the feeling of pure bliss and strawberry engulfing your mouths. he lightly nipped at your lip before pulling back and in that split second, swipes the lollipop from your fingers, before you can register what just happened he popped it in his mouth, reintroducing the strawberry flavor he has already sampled from your taste.

he sat there— an extremely annoyingly smug smirk playing of his lips, the ones you were against 5 seconds ago. you stare in utter disbelief as everything clicked into place.

“michael joseph jackson.”

“yes..?” he was trying so hard to hold his laughter but nonetheless a few giggles slipped past.

“oh im gonna kill you!” you pounced on him, tickling him anywhere that would get a reaction. he was laughing so hard, a mix from your fingers sliding against him and your disbelief in his antics.

“i’m sorry im sorry! i just wanted a lollipop!” he was cackling through his words, joy written all over his face. you finally laid back but still feeling a need for justice.

“you’re so lucky i love you.” you crossed your arms pouting towards the tv.

still laughing, he snuggled up against you. “i love you too, thanks my strawberry, this lollipop is delicious.”

“whatever.” you placed a kiss atop his head, quietly giggling to your self. “you’re insane michael.” you mutter which only fuels his laughter further.

a/n: i hope this is good and doesn’t seemed rushed love yall🍭💝

[appleheadcutie]

a splash of kisses!

————otw era!michael x fem!reader————

summary: michael invites you to join him and his family at a water park they rented out but as he does, j*e says some hurtful stuff so he comes over and you comfort him, hoping to bring back his excitement which also ends in a bunch of cute kisses. later at the water park he misses your kisses and finds an excuse to pull you away for some!

warning: kisses, small makeout sesh, established rlsp, j*seph being rude to michael, angst and fluff

a/n: lowkey have had like no ideas but this popped up!! divider creds to @uzmacchiato!

you’re sitting at home, bored on your bed doodling random little shapes, also a few of michael. you’re thinking about michael and how you missed him like crazy even though you just saw him yesterday. all of a sudden, the phone rings. you pray that it’s him and your prayers were answered and you heard his cheerful voice over the phone,

“hey baby! how are ya?”

“i’m great now that you’ve called me!” you giggled, knowing that would fluster him a bit.

before he got the chance to speak you hear another voice cut him off. ugh, joesph.

“michael, who the hell you callin’?” he spoke in such a demanding tone, it even scared you a bit. you hear michael timidly explaining that he was just calling to invite you. joseph grunted before responding, “you always doing something extra boy, why can’t you just leave things be.” before michael could respond you hear joseph walking away muttering, “useless boy.”

there’s silence on the phone for what feels like 10 minutes but is really only like 3 seconds. michael speaks first, always quick to apologize. “i-i’m so sorry about that—“

“nono don’t apologize, it’s not on you, we’ll talk about it later yeah?” you made sure to offer support because after dating michael for a year and a half, you know that anything his father says truly does get to him.

his response comes out small, “..yeah alright.”

you feel a bit sad now that his excitement disappeared. “don’t let him change your mood baby, please. he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, okay? now, what were you gonna ask me about baby?”

although not much you hear a slight smile through his next words. “okay, m’sorry, but uh moving on, my family rented out a water park and we were gonna go and i was hopin’ you could come with us..?”

“ooh really? i’d love to go!! what time?”

“we were gonna leave in the next hour but if you wouldn’t mind i was hoping to go over to your house until it’s time to leave..”

you know why he wanted to come and you’re glad he asked and hope you can cheer him up before you guys leave to the waterpark.

“yes of course! i’ll be getting ready and waiting for you alright?”

you could hear him get happier just from your acceptance. he let out a relieved sigh before talking, “alright i should be there in 10”

“okay, see you baby!”

“bye mama.”

the line clicks shut and you start to get ready, you look for your cutest swimsuit, also the one you know michael loves. along with that, you grab a cute matching coverup to wear until you actually get in the water. you change quickly and grab sunscreen off the desk, massaging it over your body.

as you’re finishing up, applying it to your arms you hear the doorbell ring and practically skip to the door, rubbing the last bit of sunscreen in. you open the door and of course find michael sadly he isn’t smiling though. you pull him into a hug and he gives you one back, squeezing you tight. you wave to bill and he waves back before you close the door and walk to your room, michael still hugging you.

you guys sit on the bed and michael reluctantly releases you from the hug. he looks at his lands in his lap, fidgeting with them. you place your hand on his, squeezing once to ground him.

“angel face.. talk to me.”

“i-im fine it’s really not a big deal..”

“mikey. i know you, just talk to me about it, please?”

“i— okay.. i just feel like he always is there to ruin and take away my happiness, like i don’t deserve it. i try so hard, i really do! he’s always calling me useless and ugly and it really does get to me..” he looks at you for a few seconds while talking but then looks back down to your hand holding his but you don’t fail to notice the tears glazing over his eyes.

you place your other hand underneath his chin, moving his head to face you, hoping he looks at you. he does thankfully.

“michael believe me when i say this, in no way, shape, or form are you undeserving of happiness. for all that you go through and the amazing kind things that you do. you deserve so much, truly. you aren’t useless at all either, you bring so much joy to others though many things you do, music and all. you bring so much joy into my life michael, i love you so much for that and for many more reasons and regardless if he thinks you’re ugly or not, i don’t. in fact i think you’re the most gorgeous man ever. i love everything about you, your kind bubbly personality, your love for animals, your love for helping people, your unwavering kindness, and absolutely stunning face with those beautiful eyes,” you press a kiss to the outer corner of his eye, “gorgeous nose,” you press another kiss to his nose, “cute cheeks,” you kiss the apple of both his cheeks, “and your world healing smile.” you leave a nice long kiss one his lips which he doesn’t fail to return.

you look back up at him after the kiss, he’s blushing quite hard and is extremely flustered but his eyes are still glazed over but this time because he’s so overwhelmed by your kindness and love for him.

he pulls you into a hug, super tight.

“hey, hey angel c’mon don’t cry on me! let’s go have fun yeah?”

“i’m okay mama, i jus’ love you so much. you always there f’me thank you.” he looks into your eyes with so much love your heart is about to explode.

he gives you another kiss and you wipe a tear that manages to slip. “i love you too apple head. i’m always here for ya.” he hums in response and you lock your hand into his. a comfortable silence falls over you both. he lays his head on your shoulder but after trying not to you start giggling, “michael your hair is tickling me!”

“oopise!” he chuckles and lifts his head. “alright, i’m ready to go now, i’m sure bill is wondering why we’re taking so long.”

he gets up now, hand still interlocked with yours and pulls you up. you guys make it to the car, laughing and smiling.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, you arrive at the waterpark. it’s pretty big and you’re already excited and michael is right there with you! you both get out of the car, almost bouncing with excitement, still holding hands as you meet up with the rest of the jackson.

you briefly let go of michael to hug his brothers and sisters and greet his mother and reluctantly his “father”. you slide a nasty side eye to joseph which he thankfully doesn’t notice but michael does making him laugh out loud, tito and jermaine staring at michael like he’s crazy. everyone gets settled in the main pool, getting used to the cold water clashing with the heat of the california sun. after calling each other cowards and daring each other, the brothers all go to enjoy the slides, dragging michael with them. (he loves the slides but he doesn’t wanna leave you) you’re left with his sisters and you guys are enjoying some silly gossip and after 15 minutes get bored of the pool and wanna join everyone else on the slides while michael’s parents stay seated under the shade. you light up a bit at this because it means you can see michael and the sisters notice, teasing you.

“wow, you really do love michael huh, you light up so quick.” janet laughs and latoya with her.

“oh hush! let’s just go!” you wave a hand, jokingly brushing them off and getting out of the pool.

after walking around for a bit you see them all getting ready to climb another flight of stairs and when michael sees you he meets you half way and hugs you, like you didn’t just see him 15 minutes ago.

everyone spilts into groups for each slide, rearranging every time you ride on different slides. of course michael tries to be in your group every time but it doesn’t always go in his favor to which he frowns and you just laugh at him.

whenever you guys did get in the same group, he kept trying to steal kisses from you but couldn’t and you wouldn’t let him because everyone was there, and it’s not that you were embarrassed of him or your relationship, never, you were just a bit shy about doing that in front of them especially knowing how much they would tease you two.

around an hour and a half later, you guys were back in the main pool after riding like all of the slides. you needed to use the bathroom but didn’t know where it was.

“hey does anyone know where the bathroom is?” immediately after you finish your sentence no one gets a chance to respond before michael does,

“i do, c’mon ill take you.” he smiles at you

“damn michael that was fast.” randy laughs and everyone laughs along with him before going back to what they were doing before.

michael gets out of the water and being the gentleman he is, helps you out too even though you don’t need it. the whole walk there he’s acting smug but still talking to you. you brush it off as pride because he answered first finally you guys make it to the bathroom.

you get out but can’t find michael, you turn the corner and he jumps to scare you. unfortunately it works..

after screaming you playfully hit his chest. “you’re so annoying.” which you both know is a complete lie.

“m’sorry! i had too!”

he pulls his hand from behind his back to reveal a flower that he places in your hair. “i think the flower is jealous..” he teases.

“why would it be?” you play into his joke, still not knowing where he was getting at.

“it’s because you’re so pretty.” he replies with this smug but also somehow cute grin on his face.

“oh hush michael!” you blush and look away, your lips pressed into a smile but he doesn’t let you. his hand moves from the flower in you hair to your chin, pulling your gaze back towards him. “you really are pretty though, i hope you know.” he looks you up and down, biting his lip.

and before you get the chance to respond he kisses you. it lasts for quite some time before you pull away to breathe. he presses a kiss to you cheeks and nose. “gosh, i’ve missed you all day you know that? these people getting in the way of me kissing you.” he rolls his eyes and he really does mean it, he gets annoyed whenever he can’t kiss you.

you giggle and get you’re about to tease him and as if he senses it, he kisses you again, more passionate this time. you kiss him back with the same energy, and he increases his, and you can feel him smirking through the kiss. you feel his tongue begin to explore your mouth and you follow that same action. a soft sound involuntarily leaves your mouth. that makes michael happy and even more bold.

he pulls back an inch only to go back in but this time biting your bottom lip and sucking on it a bit. he pulls back again, you both notice the string of saliva between both of your lips before it breaks off and you lick your lips. there’s this insanely hot smirk plastered on his face that makes you want to faint.

he goes back in for another kiss, this one also passionate. you pull back first, “mikey you know we gotta go back right?”

“ugh, don’t remind me ma.”

“listen, i missed you too you know? when we go back we can chill in your room and you can kiss me as much as you want there, i promise.”

he lights up at that promise. “i hope you know, i will take you up on that offer.”

“trust me baby, i know.” he grabs your hand and you guys walk back, of course he stops to kiss your head and your face a few times.

you make it back to the pool and immediately marlon starts talking, “damn, it took yall long enough, the hell was yall doin’?” you and michael give each other a knowing glance before you look back at marlon, “nothing, michael just got us lost for a bit.”

“suree..” janet says suspiciously, you already know she’s gonna question you later.

michael gives you another look before you both get back into the pool. immediately janet and latoya start questioning you but you avoid it or give vague answers.

“hm.. that a pretty flower though i wonder where it came from.” janet questions teasingly

“just.. something that magically appeared ya know?” you laugh at their frustration and try and forget about the whole thing, their interrogation and the bathroom trip with michael, the butterflies in your stomach not helping, but michael keeps catching your eye and smiling the whole rest of the time.

a/n: sorrey guys i haven’t been posting i had like no ideas but i rlly hope ygs like this one cs i lowk love it!!🤧

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Should be me.

— dom jealous childhood bsf!michael x oblivious fem!reader —

summary: another man gives you his number while you and michael are at lunch and michael gets extremely jealous and upset after. he gets kinda quiet and seems distant for the rest of the time being until you ask him what’s wrong when you finally arrive at his house.

warnings: heavy ish makeout sesh, possessive, dom, and also kinda stubborn michael, oblivious-ish reader, tiny fight/disagreement between reader and michael

a/n: @zzzdnd‘s ‘admire another’ story sparked this idea so inspired by that a bit! was thinking more of his bad era when writing this but it’s sorta up to you to decide!

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you and michael had known each other since you were both around 11. you lived next door to havyven hurst, meeting him after he moved in and you somehow became very close friends. you trusted each other oh so deeply, confiding in each other about all your secrets, life troubles, and so much more. honestly that was one thing you both bonded over, your home life wasn’t great either, you would also get beat over small things although yours wasn’t to as great of a scale as michael’s.

even though michael was a popular star, you still treated him as a normal person. of course you were in awe and thought he was very cool and talented but once you began hanging around more you saw his true character.

you and michael are much older now and your bond is stronger then ever, spending more time together now that he had more control of his life.

michael had found some free time in his schedule and asked if you’d like to go out for lunch. of course you accepted without a doubt. he warned you that he’d most likely have a disguise and you expected nothing less, him being so famous and all.

it was the day of the lunch, around 2 hours before your agreed meetup timing and you decided to begin getting ready. michael had insisted on picking you up so you didn’t want to be late and keep him waiting although you know he wouldn’t mind.

you decide to wear this cute flowy dress that you know for a fact you look very good in. you do a bit of makeup, some mascara, blush, etc. you’ve been done and ready for about 10 minutes when you hear a knock at the door. you open it to find bill and he leads you to the car opening the door for you.

you slide in to find michael already looking at you with a smile. his disguise is pretty good you can’t lie but you still know it’s michael, you never fail to recognize him.

“hello!” he exclaims excitedly. he pulls you in for a hug and you return the gesture.

“hi apple head!” you chuckle which immediately lands a playfully confused expression on his face.

“what’s funny?” he asks, skeptical of what you’ll say.

“nothinn’, it’s just that you try to be secret and in disguise while you have a chauffeur driving you places.” bill chuckles at your words and you laugh more as michael’s face changes to one of slight embarrassment.

“oh c’mon and hush. you know i don’t like driving!” he fights back.

“i know, i know, i’m jus’ messing with ya silly!” you say before michael starts talking again.

around 10 minutes later, you arrive at the place. you guys get dropped off in the back so you can walk around to the front without people noticing the chauffeur. you guys walk in and order, thankfully no one recognizes michael and you guys are having a great time, sitting and waiting for your food and drinks.

finally, your food and drinks arrive but that doesn’t stop the flowing conversation between you two.

“hey i got an offer for ya.” michael suddenly perks up.

“spill, what is it?” you lean forward a bit more, intrigued.

“why don’t you come over after lunch and we can spend some more time together at my place!” you can see the excitement and hope for your acceptance in his eyes.

“yes yes of course! i was honestly hoping you’d ask i just didn’t wanna be a bother in case you were busy.” you respond even more excitedly.

“oh don’t say that, you’re never a bother to me okay?” he smiles kindly at you with those soft eyes and smile that you can never get enough of.

“oka-” you begin to reply but you’re cut off my a sudden presence at the front of your table. you turn truly hoping it isn’t a fan that figured it out. instead you see a man who looks to be around your age and has a handsome face.

“hello miss, sorry to interrupt but uhm you are very beautiful and i was hoping to take you out sometime and i-if you’re interested, here’s my number.” he slides a piece of paper to you. “u-unless this is your boyfriend of course!” he speaks directly to you but there is a lot of nervousness in his voice.

you take the piece of paper and look at michael before saying, “no this is not my boyfriend and i’ll think about your offer!” you kindly reply.

“uhm okay thank you bye!” he quickly leaves after that, you assume it’s because he’s nervous which it probably is. you expect to just ignore it for the rest of lunch, i mean this has happened quite a few times before with michael, it’s nothing new. you turn back to michael to see his eyes following this guy with a death glare as he walks out. there’s a look on his face, a mix of annoyance, anger, and there seems to be jealousy?

“you okay mike?” you ask worriedly.

his face doesn’t change much except for the death glare dropping once the guy is out of sight . “yeah i’m fine.” he replies with a flat and monotone voice that has a underlying hint of annoyance. you brush it off planning to ask him at his house if he was still upset looking by then and begin talking about something random again and although michael still seems upset and isn’t engaging much you can tell he’s still listening, he always is.

once you finish your story you again ask michael if he’s okay. he responds almost the same way as before. you suggest leaving and getting back to his place, planning to get the true answer for his behavior there thinking he might be more comfortable in his own home.

of course like the gentleman he is, he pays, tipping generously and you guys walk out to the back and find the car. the car ride is mostly silent with tension sitting between you and michael and you desperately want to know what happened.

eventually, you make it back to his room, he slips away to the bathroom to remove his disguise and comes back still with that same sour facial expression. immediately after he comes out you ask him.

“what the hell is going on?” you ask, worried.

he tries to brush it off but you don’t let it happen and now you’re getting irritated because you’re trying to be understanding but he’s being stubborn.

out of nowhere, to you at least, he asks, “are you actually gonna call that guy back.?”

now you’re confused, “what does he have to do with anythi-?”

“j- jus’ answer the question please.” he mutters.

“i mean he seemed nice?” you cut right back to the chase. “listen—, is that what upset you? him asking me out??”

“no! i mean.. kind of. like he’s just a random person, why does he think he can ask you out. and plus i was sitting right there!”

“but i am single?! i mean we aren’t dating or anything!” you are still pretty confused on what relation this had to him acting up. but when you said you’re single you see his face flash hurt and change to be a bit upset but still annoyed.

he huffed before bringing to speak, walking closer to you. “but it’s not fair! i like you more than any of those guys do. i know you, i know more about you than any of them ever could!” he was getting more passionate now, still walking closer and you backed up 3 steps before you hit a wall. he was right in front of you now, still going. “i was the one who sat with you for countless nights while we stayed up talking or while you cried into my arms. i’ve been there through it all so why the hell should they get to waltz in, slide you a piece of paper asking you out and get a chance at all.? why when i’m the one that really loves you? hm? can you tell me that?” he softly but firmly grabs you jaw, waiting with a fierce look in his eyes that you haven’t seen from michael before.

“m-michael i.. i don’t know. i didn’t know you-” he titled your face up more, making sure you were looking into his eyes.

“i love you more than anyone else in the world. i would treat you better than anyone else ever could, love you like no other.”

“i.. i love you too michael.” you stared directly into his eyes while you said it and that was all the permission he needed.

michael wasted no time; he immediately connected his lips to yours in a deep passionate manner like he has never been more sure of anything in his life which made your knees a bit wobbly because wow. he noticed and quickly steadied you, placing his hand on your waist and gripping firmly. you moved one hand to his chest, gripping his shirt and wrapped your other arm around his neck, pulling you closer then you thought possible. the kiss deepened as you felt his tongue snake into your mouth.

you matched his energy and the world around you two disappeared. you slid your hand into his hair. you guys were only getting seconds to breathe between kisses, “baby..” you whimper as he kisses your neck leaving one mark right at your collarbone.

“you’re mine yeah? always have been..” there was a very slight worry in his voice, always worried that you might disagree or change your mind.

“always, angel.” you mutter.

“i love you so so much and im sorry for not saying it sooner.” he whispered. your purse began sliding off your shoulder so he slipped it off and tossed it aside onto the bed.

when he tossed your purse to the bed that same piece of paper with the earlier guys number fell out. he immediately stepped on it, not letting it take the moment away.

the electricity in the room intensified, michael getting more confident and you continuing to match his energy. he bit your bottom lip before kissing it, forcing a slight shiver down your spine. the look on his face wasn’t helping your feelings either, that fierce look of possessiveness, determination, and some leftover jealously never failed to make you feel weak. you would’ve fallen over if it weren’t for his hand, steady on your waist.

he never stopped kissing you, in fact he got bolder, tilting his head to kiss you better. he would pull away and look into you eyes for a few seconds, like he was checking if this was real and if you were okay before returning to kissing you. in the few seconds that you got to take a breathe you spoke..

“by the way.. i was never going to call him. i was always waiting for you. i wanted to see how much you cared ” you mutter in between another kiss. he chuckled, “you’re trouble.”

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around an hour later you and michael are sitting on his bed. you guys never went farther than kissing. he knew that was something you were saving for marriage, you’d talked about it before and he never forgets the things you tell him.

michael begins speaking before you get the chance, “i’m sorry about earlier. it’s jus’ i’ve watch you get asked out so many times and it just makes me extremely jealous to watch you get attention from other guys knowing i have no control over it..”

“oh michael, haven’t you noticed? how many have i accepted out of those many? just one and that didn’t even last longer than the first date because i realized it was always you mike. you don’t need to fret.” you reassure him as you cup his face.

michael smiled deeply, happy with your response. “if you feel ready.. would you like to be in a relationship with me..? as girlfriend and boyfriend?”

you could see the deep worry in his face, he always doubted himself but you were quick to reassure him. “yes please! i was hoping you’d ask me.”

and with that he gave you another sweet kiss to your lips. “you’re sleeping over, right?” he asked with hopeful eyes.

“honestly, i wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else applehead. but i will need to borrow some clothes.”

“go ahead, wear whatever looks comfiest to you, you know i never minded.”

you pick out some pj pants and a hoodie, making your way to the bathroom to change. the hoodie and pants are a bit big but it just makes them comfier. when you come out michael presses a soft kiss to your cheek whispering that you look beautiful, even when you aren’t trying. he guides you into the bed and although it’s a bit awkward at first because you guys are shy, eventually you cuddle close together with michael muttering “goodnight, i love you.” he presses one last kiss to your nose before you both fall asleep, shared content and comfort between you both.

a/n: hope ygs like dis pls leave sum recommendations cs i need ideas!!😵‍💫

[mvsticmoony]

say say say, prince charming

SUMMARY: based on this request. Paul Mccartney casts his actress friend as Michael’s love interest in the Say Say Say music video, knowing they both secretly have crushes on each other. What starts as teasing quickly turns into nonstop flirting. @ariitashi <3

CONTENT: michael jackson x actress!reader. lots of flirting. paul mccartney being a menace. fluffy chaos. confident michael.

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By October 1983, Paul McCartney had developed two favorite hobbies:

1. making music.

2. psychologically tormenting Michael Jackson for sport. In a friendly way, though.

The Say Say Say short film had already turned into complete chaos before filming even officially started.

Bob Giraldi wanted something cinematic.

Not just a music video.

A film.

So suddenly there were horse-drawn wagons, fake saloons, vaudeville routines, medicine-show scams, clown makeup, bar fights, tuxedos, fire gags, and enough costume changes to make the wardrobe department consider unionizing.

The entire set looked like somebody let theater kids run the Wild West.

And in the middle of all of it Michael Jackson was suffering.

Because Paul knew about the crush. Of course he did.

Michael had accidentally revealed it months earlier after making the catastrophic mistake of watching one of Y/N L/N’s films in the studio. And Paul happened to walk in during an emotional scene.

Michael sat cross-legged on the floor completely invested, chin propped against one hand, staring up at the television like the movie personally held his soul hostage.

Paul leaned against the doorway quietly watching for a second. Then:

“Oh, mate… you’ve got it absolutely catastrophic.”

Michael nearly launched off the couch.

“I—wha—what do you mean?”

“Michael,” Paul said gently, “you paused the film when she smiled.”

“That’s film appreciation.”

“You sighed.”

Michael looked deeply offended.

“I did not sigh.”

“You looked like a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time.”

Michael threw a pillow at him immediately, his cheeks turning violently red.

Unfortunately after that, Paul noticed everything.

Every time Y/N appeared in a magazine.

Every time Michael casually brought her up for absolutely no reason.

One time during dinner Michael randomly blurted: “She has kind eyes.”

Nobody had even been talking about Y/N.

Jermaine nearly inhaled water laughing.

Paul, however, became significantly worse.

Because unlike normal people, Paul McCartney weaponized information recreationally.

So when Bob Giraldi mentioned needing another actress for the Say Say Say storyline, Paul smiled slowly like a man about to commit a felony.

“Oh,” he said casually. “I know someone.”

Which led directly to Michael sitting on the edge of the stage days later in full costume while Paul wandered over holding a cup of tea and the expression of satan himself.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Michael asked, immediately getting suspicious at Paul looking delighted.

“I called my dear friend, Y/N.”

Michael froze, brown eyes widening a bit.

“…Why.”

“She said yes.”

Silence.

“No.”

“She’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

“Absolutely not.” Michael stood up, his legs feeling jiggly. “PAUL.”

Bob Giraldi looked up instantly interested.

Paul continued like this was the funniest thing ever. “Oh, and she’s playing your love interest.”

Michael dragged both hands down his face.

“If I’m fast enough I think I can flee the country.”

Paul nodded thoughtfully. “Probably.”

The worst part? Y/N actually owed Paul a favor. A massive one.

A few months earlier she’d gotten stranded halfway through Europe after her passport vanished during a press tour.

Absolute disaster.

The embassy was useless.

Her manager was panicking.

And somehow Paul McCartney himself had called connections and fixed the entire situation within minutes.

“I owe you my firstborn child.” Y/N had cried dramatically down the phone.

Paul immediately replied: “Perfect. I’ll collect eventually.”

Apparently this was him collecting.

And unfortunately for Michael, Paul and Y/N were genuinely good friends.

They’d met backstage at an awards show earlier that year and bonded instantly because both of them were deeply unserious people pretending to function professionally.

Y/N once convinced Paul to sneak out of a Hollywood party through the kitchen because she ‘couldn’t mentally survive another producer explaining cocaine like he invented it.’ Paul laughed so hard he nearly fell down the staircase.

After that they became inseparable.

Linda adored her too. Mostly because Y/N treated fame like an elaborate joke.

One afternoon Linda found her sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter eating cereal straight from the box while wearing sunglasses indoors.

“Bad day?” Linda asked.

Y/N looked emotionally exhausted.

“A man with a ponytail tried explaining jazz to me for forty minutes. Again.” Linda nodded sympathetically. “If that happens one more time I’m banging my head against the wall.”

“Horrific.”

So naturally, the second Y/N agreed to the video, Paul planned specifically to make Michael’s life worse.

“By the way,” Paul added innocently. “she’s obsessed with you too.”

Michael froze on the spot. Again.

“…What.”

“Oh yes,” Paul continued casually. “Terribly embarrassing.”

Michael tried acting calm for maybe four seconds.

Then immediately: “I need you to tell me what she said exactly”

Paul burst out laughing.

Now, standing on the dusty California set waiting for her arrival, Michael looked one inconvenience away from cardiac arrest.

He adjusted his suspenders.

Then his curls.

Then his sleeves.

Then the suspenders again.

La Toya, his sister, watched this happen with visible delight. “You know she’s just a person.”

Michael looked horrified.

“That’s not helpful at all.”

Then finally a car pulled onto set. And suddenly nothing else mattered.

Because there she was.

Stepping out into the sunlight wearing a vintage cream-colored dress, dark sunglasses, and hair pinned away from her face.

Michael forgot how breathing worked.

Which was unfortunate timing because Paul noticed immediately.

“Oh, this is gonna be brilliant.” He exclaimed clapping his hands excitedly.

Y/N spotted Paul first.

“Paul!”

She hurried toward him immediately, hugging him tight while Paul laughed.

“You made it!”

“Barely,” she replied dramatically. “I got stuck behind a chicken truck.”

“…Chickens?”

“There was an alarming amount of chickens.”

Then Paul casually turned her toward Michael.

“And here’s your prince.”

Y/N froze.

Because oh. Oh no.

Pictures genuinely didn’t work.

Nobody prepared her for Michael Jackson in real life.

The red shirt.

The suspenders.

The curls falling over his forehead.

That stupidly beautiful face.

And worst of all?

The eyes.

Warm and shy and devastating. All at once.

Michael noticed the exact second she lost composure.

And immediately—immediately—his confidence returned.

Tiny menace.

“Hi,” he said softly.

Y/N stared at him for a second too long.

Then accidentally blurted:

“Oh my God, you look like a real-life Disney prince.”

Complete silence. Brutal, tense silence.

Paul howled instantly.

La Toya cracked up, trying to keep her composure but failing miserably at it.

Michael blinked once.

Then slowly—very slowly—that smug little smile appeared.

“Oh?” he asked softly.

Y/N covered her mouth immediately. “I can’t believe I said that out loud.”

Michael tilted his head pretending to think.

“No, no,” he nodded seriously. “Keep talking.”

Paul was wheezing now. “This is the greatest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

Y/N pointed accusingly at him. “This is your fault.”

“That’s true,” Paul agreed proudly.

Meanwhile Michael looked delighted.

Because suddenly she was the nervous one now.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

He stepped closer slightly.

“Which prince?”

Y/N stared at him in disbelief.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.”

Michael shrugged innocently.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, you absolutely do.”

Paul pointed dramatically between them.

“Oh they’re flirting already.”

“We are not flirting,” Michael replied immediately. Then glanced slowly toward Y/N. “…Right?” The sass in his voice nearly killed her on the spot.

Because Michael had this thing where he acted shy until he realized somebody liked him back. Then suddenly he became playful. Teasing. Dangerously charming.

Like a cat discovering it could knock things off shelves purely for entertainment.

“What, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart, the hell?” Y/N blurted out, her palms feeling very sweaty and cheeks already tinted red.

Filming became impossible afterward. Absolutely impossible.

Because now Michael kept messing with her constantly.

Every scene turned into psychological warfare.

During wardrobe fittings Y/N walked onto set and found Michael leaning against the saloon doorway beneath warm stage lights looking genuinely unfair.

Without missing a beat he asked:

“Do I still look like a prince today?”

Y/N nearly walked directly into a lighting rig.

Paul screamed laughing somewhere behind the cameras.

Later during choreography rehearsal Bob Giraldi tried explaining blocking while Michael kept glancing toward Y/N every six seconds.

Finally Bob snapped. “Michael.”

“What?”

“You missed the entire count.”

Michael pointed immediately toward Y/N.

“She distracted me.”

Y/N gasped dramatically.

“ME?”

“You’re staring.”

“I am NOT.”

“You absolutely are.”

Paul looked between them thoughtfully.

“This feels like supervising teenagers.”

Then came the saloon performance scenes.

Which only made everything worse because Michael looked ridiculous in that outfit.

Red sleeves rolled up slightly.

Suspenders hanging loose.

Hair framing his annoyingly beautiful face perfectly.

Smiling constantly while dancing beside Paul.

At one point Y/N sat beside the monitors watching playback while Michael performed.

And unfortunately Michael caught her staring again.

Not casual staring either. Full dreamy expression.

Michael smirked immediately.

Then proceeded to miss his cue because now he got distracted watching her watch him.

Bob Giraldi lowered his clipboard slowly.

“You two are very exhausting.”

Then came the actual filming together.

Which somehow made everything infinitely worse.

Because now Michael had to flirt with her on camera. And unfortunately for him, Y/N turned out to be devastatingly good at acting.

The saloon set buzzed with controlled chaos around them.

Extras in costumes filled tables pretending to drink.

Stage lights burned warm against the wooden walls.

Paul sat at the piano laughing with Bob Giraldi while makeup artists sprinted around trying to keep up with costume changes.

Meanwhile Michael stood near the bar pretending he was completely normal about any of this. He was not.

Because Y/N had changed costumes.

And somehow she looked even prettier now.

Vintage dress hugging her figure perfectly.

Soft curls pinned back loosely.

Lipstick slightly smudged from touch-ups.

And worst of all? She looked extra-confident now.

Bob clapped his hands loudly.

“Alright! We’re doing the saloon performance sequence. Michael, Paul—stick close to Y/N during the chorus. Make it playful. Flirty.”

Paul immediately pointed his thumb at Michael. “Oh, he won’t have trouble with that.”

Michael just glared at him.

Y/N laughed softly into her drink prop and Michael’s entire nervous system betrayed him instantly.

“On your marks, people!”

The music started blasting through the set.

Say, say, say what you want

And suddenly the room transformed.

Michael and Paul slipped effortlessly into performance mode, dancing through the saloon while extras clapped around them.

But every single time Michael passed Y/N she looked directly at him.

Not casually either. Like she was in on a secret.

Like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Which became a massive problem during the second chorus. Bob wanted Y/N interacting more naturally with Michael during the performance.

“Touch him a little!” Bob yelled from behind the camera. “Tease him!”

Paul burst out into laughter. “Oh, this is just cruel.”

The music kept going.

Take, take, take what you need

But don't leave me with no direction

Y/N swayed toward Michael perfectly in rhythm, smiling sweetly while adjusting the front of his suspenders playfully.

Tiny gesture.

Barely anything.

Except Michael visibly malfunctioned. He missed half the next movement entirely.

Paul noticed that and started singing harder to avoid laughing directly into the microphone.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek trying not to smile too much.

Interesting. Very interesting.

Because Michael Jackson—the coolest man alive apparently—was getting shy.

Actually shy.

Then came the next setup: Bob wanted Michael pulling Y/N into the dancing crowd while singing.

Simple enough.

Except the first second cameras rolled, Y/N slipped fully into character.

And oh. Oh no.

Michael wasn’t prepared for all of that.

Because suddenly she wasn’t giggling awkwardly anymore. Now she looked warm. Confident. Playful. Movie-star charming.

She grabbed his hand smoothly as the chorus echoed around them.

All alone, I sit home by the phone

Waiting for you, baby

And Michael completely forgot there were cameras around.

Because Y/N kept smiling at him like that. Like he was genuinely the prettiest thing she’d ever seen. And that unfortunately made him blush. Hard.

Paul clocked it instantly. “Our boy is gone!,” he yelled over the music.

Michael shot him an offended look while still dancing. “I am NOT.”

“You’re blushing at the camera, though!”

Y/N burst out laughing at that, which only made Michael blushes get worse. Because now she looked delighted by how flustered he was.

“Closer! Closer together!” Bob yelled.

Y/N obeyed immediately, one hand sliding lightly up Michael’s chest as part of the choreography while she spun beneath his arm.

Michael felt his soul leaving his body. Gone. Nothing behind the eyes.

The man looked too stunned to speak.

Y/N noticed and the menace returned.

She leaned closer during the next chorus, smiling innocently at him.

“You okay there, prince charming?”

Michael nearly missed the beat entirely. He gulped and nodded lightly.

Paul grabbed onto a nearby table wheezing. “I haven’t been this entertained in so long!” He told no one in particular. “Oh, Linda is going to love this!”

Michael tried recovering. ‘Tried’ being the keyword.

Because then Y/N tilted her head slightly, still dancing with him beneath the saloon lights, and said:

“You know what? I’m done pretending.”

Michael blinked. “…Pretending what?”

Y/N pointed at him dramatically while still moving perfectly to the music.

“You are an actual Disney prince.” She stated.

Paul went completely silent from where he stood.

Michael just stared at her.

Y/N kept going confidently despite the fact her stomach was doing back flips.

“You have the hair, the eyes, the dramatic little outfits—”

“My outfits are not dramatic.”

“Oh please! You look like woodland creatures help you get dressed.”

Michael fully broke.

Actually broke.

He bent laughing helplessly mid-performance, one hand grabbing her waist to steady himself while the other covered his face.

Not cool laughter either. Real laughter. The kind that made his shoulders shake and tummy hurt.

The cameras kept rolling because Bob Giraldi was screaming: “KEEP FILMING KEEP FILMING—”

Y/N pointed at him triumphantly. “See?”

Michael shook his head trying unsuccessfully to recover.

“You are unbelievable.”

“Oh, and you love it.” She teased him. “A little bird told me you kept replaying the scenes in my latest movie where I smiled!”

Michael looked back at her then.

Still laughing.

Still pink-cheeked.

Still holding her waist loosely from the dance.

And very quietly—

“I did, actually.”

That shut her up immediately.

Paul watched the entire thing unfold with the expression of a man witnessing a natural disaster in slow motion.

Then slowly started backing away. “Nope,” he muttered. “I’m leaving before one of you starts writing poetry.”

“This is actually your fault!” Y/N yelled after him.

“Correct!” Paul shouted proudly while retreating toward the monitors.

By the time he reached Linda, she looked up curiously from her chair.

“Well?” she asked. “Are they lovers yet?”

Paul glanced back toward the dance floor where Michael and Y/N were still standing way too close together smiling like complete idiots while the music replayed around them.

Then sighed deeply.

“Worse,” he answered. “They’re idiots.”

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・.・。.・゜✭

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~Cuddles and Kisses!~

shy thriller era!michael x fem!reader

summary: michael comes home after a long day of working and just wants to rest alongside you! you guys being a new-ish couple, he’s still somewhat shy around you, esp when asking for some things. he tease him a bit leading to him getting quite flustered! so cute🥹

warnings: none really, js lots of fluff, teasing, established rlsp, and popcorn kisses(which is just peppering a bunch of kisses on his face)

#firstfic don’t judge🥲

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it’s somewhere around 9pm, possibly later. earlier around 7:30pm michael had told bill to call you and ask if you could meet him in his room possibly have you sleepover, so he could see you as soon as he was done working and relax with you by his side all night.

of course you happily accepted and got ready putting on some cute pjs. you were let in by bill and went up to michael’s room. you wondered when mike would be home but you didn’t worry too much, you knew he’d been quite busy lately and you guys had the whole night together anyways so you began reading some of the books he had so you could busy yourself until his arrival.

you’re stood up, looking through his other books when you hear the door softly open and close. you turn to meet an exhausted but happy to see you michael. he quickly begins walking towards you, engulfing you into a hug.

“oof, i’ve missed you too, sweetheart.” you smile, hugging him back.

he hums in response before pulling back to look at your face and suggests sitting on the bed.

“i was truly tired today, i really did hope you were able to make it.” he says softly while smiling at you. he hesitates for 2 seconds before intertwining your hand with his. he’s still a bit nervous around you, even though you’ve been dating for around 2-3 months.

“you know i always try and make time for you.” you reassure him before giving him a light kiss on the cheek making him blush.

he briefly leaves to change into some pj pants and a simple white shirt. you turn the tv on to his favorite show and lift the comforter on his bed, comfortably sliding in as you wait for him to return.

he comes back quickly taking in the scene before sliding into the bed next to you. he lets out a sigh as he goes back to hold your hand like it brings him immediate peace which it honestly does. you guys watch the show on the tv for about a minute before you guys completely forget about it, now focusing on yourselves.

you look at his face and it looks like he wants to ask you something but of course, knowing mike he’s very shy to ask.

“what going on in that head?” you ask, trying to make him feels less shy about whatever it is.

“ah i-it’s nothin’ just leave it be.” he responds, seemingly a bit embarrassed to be read so easily.

“c’mon angel face, what is it?” you kindly insist. he blushes at the nickname, you know that one makes him flustered.

“stop it! don’t call me that!” he exclaims playfully. you giggle in response but wait for him to answer your question.

“and anyways i just.. ya know, was wondering if,” his cheeks get rosier as he tries to finish his sentence. “if we could.. cuddle for a bit. j-just until i unwind!”

you can’t help but giggle even more, you try not to but again you just can’t help it! his face is a mix of embarrassment and nervousness, because he thinks you might say no, and although he finds them cute, your giggles aren’t helping much.

you finally quit your giggling and tell him, “i’m sorry for laughing, yer just too cute mikey, but to answer your question yes, we can cuddle.”

he sighs in relief, “oh thank goodness, i thought you were gonna say no for a second! and stop teasin’ me, im not cute.” he huffs slightly, watching for your reaction.

you cup his face in your hands, “oh c’mon mikey, you know you are. you so cute sometimes i feel like i might just explode! my cutie little baby apple head.” you giggle again as u press a soft kiss to his lips pulling back to smile at him then kiss his nose.

he looks flustered all over again, unsure what to even say. “stop messin’ wit’ me! seriously!” he exclaims.

you continue giggling as you respond, “i’m sorry you’re just too cute!”

he’s about to say something when you cut him off with a quick kiss to the lips, then you continue peppering little kisses all over his face.

you start at his lips, moving to his nose, cheeks, outer corner of his eyes, temple, corner of his lips, jaw, and forehead. honestly just anywhere kissable on his face.

this only worsens michael’s blush his cheeks turning a deep rosy color. he giggles too, still impossibly shy. once you give him more than 2 seconds off his face he immediately dives his head into the crook of your neck.

“you’re embarrassing’ me mama..” he muttered.

“i can’t help it when you’re such a cutie!”

he sighs lightly, no real annoyance behind it, “can we just cuddle now. i’ve endured enough of your torture and humiliation.”

“okay okay, c’mere,” he scoots closer as you both lay down, getting comfortable and close under the covers. “you can’t say you don’t like it though..”

“if it makes you happy.. i do admit i enjoy it just a bit..” even just admitting that was hard for him but michael would do almost anything for you.

michael shyly scoots closer, trying to be discrete but failing as you wrap your arms around him and he returns the gesture. your hand lands in his curls beginning to twirl some around your finger and lightly scratch his scalp. he releases a content sigh, he loves when you play with his hair.

you give a small cheeky smile before responding, “you like it more than a bit but i’ll leave u alone for today..”

michael hums in response the poor boy was almost asleep, your soft and gentle hands helping him drift off into a new world of dreams and rest.

“sweet dreams my baby angel face.” you whisper before planting one last soft kiss to his cheek.

“g’night baby..” he mutters before fully drifting off with you following not long after.

a/n: this is soso cute i hope ygs like it🥲🥹 also im still figuring some of this stuff out so bear with mee😣

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‘not so secret’ - m. jackson.

or… you and michael almost getting caught.

contents: making out, like two curse words, slightly frisky🫣, marlon interaction bc i love him, readers race isn't explicitly stated but it's implied that she's quincy jones’s daughter so do with that what you will

wc: 647

a/n: first time writing for mj so don’t judge if this is straight ass

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Los Angeles, California - 1977.

The sun poured its warm golden rays over you and Michael from the rooftop, casting long shadows on the ground. The noise of the city hummed below, with cars honking ever so often as they navigated the bustling streets. The air was filled with the distant sounds of music drifting up from nearby cafes and street performers.

“Mikey- C’mon, we gotta go.” You tried to reason with your boyfriend, but his hands stayed planted firmly on your hips as he peppered kisses across your face.

“Five more minutes, baby.”

“Michael.”

“Hm?” he hummed innocently, placing another peck to your lips, which you couldn't help but return.

“You’re making this so damn difficult.” you groaned, but gave in anyway. You let Michael take your hand in his, gently kissing your knuckles while he held your gaze.

“Y’know,” Michael began, his dark brown eyes softening.

“Sometime I’m gonna take you out, on an actual date. somewhere real fancy. no more hidin’ from everybody, yeah?” you nodded, a gentle smile on your lips that he mirrored.

“Is that before or after my father kills you for sneakin’ around with his daughter all this time?” you teased, which the boy only smiled at.

“I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.” you laughed, leaning back in to kiss him, which he eagerly returned.

You lost yourself in the moment, the warmth of Michael's hands trailing your waist, his mouth moving against yours with urgency. Michael tilted his head to further deepen the kiss with passion that you gladly mirrored. A soft sound escapes your lips, which only egged him on as his slender hands drifted to the small of your back, pulling you close enough that your hips harshly knocked into his.

Michael pulled away from your lips, moving down to press kisses along your jawline and the curve of your neck. You closed your eyes, inhaling shaky breaths as you rested your hands at the nape of his neck, urging him closer.

“Michael…” you murmured unintentionally, and you could feel him smile against your collarbone while he continued to plant open-mouth kisses that would definitely leave marks later. Michael’s hands slid down to your thighs, —the familiar warmth of his skin on yours was a feeling that you would never take for granted. Gripping your plush skin firmly, he pressed you against the wall, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso.

You almost didn’t notice the sound of the rooftop access door swinging open, and the voices of multiple boys overlapping.

“He’s gotta be up here, man.”

“Yeah, Randy, you’ve only said it about twenty times.”

“Man, shut up!”

“Michael! You up here!?”

You and Michael jumped apart like you’d been burned, red-faced and breathless. You slapped a hand over your mouth, and he made a shushing gesture with his finger. You ducked around the corner of the bulkhead as Michael smoothed his collar quickly, stepping out from the shadows of the concrete structure to meet his brothers.

“What’s goin’ on, guys?” 

Despite the situation, you almost laughed at how unnatural the boy sounded.

“Mike! Where you been, man? We’ve been runnin’ around looking for you for ten minutes!”

“C’mon, Mike. Q’s already pissed off ‘cause he can’t find his daughter nowhere either.”

You heard him sheepishly chuckle, muttering a small ‘sorry’, then the sound of Michael's footsteps retreating, along with his brothers’.

To see if the coast was finally clear, you peeked out from behind the bulkhead, only to meet the eyes of the boy you recognized as Michael's older brother, Marlon, who looked straight at you with a knowing smirk on his lips. You could’ve sworn your heart dropped to your ass.

“Marlon, come on, man!” someone shouted, causing his head to whip to the side.

“Coming!” he looked back at you, making a ‘zip’ motion across his lips before darting off.

Shit.

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