Michael Jackson Imagines

# 6 Tickle Fights

It was a Sunday; you and Michael decided to take a day off from work and spend time together, since both of you rarely had time to see each other lately. You guys just had lunch, and now you were standing at the bedroom door watching Michael try to assemble a book shelf you had recently bought online. He was struggling immensely, and you couldn't help but laugh at how funny he looked trying to figure out what to do. You tried to keep your laughter to yourself, but you ended up cracking; you couldn't control yourself.

"What are you giggling at, Y/N? What's so funny?" he asked looking at you. He tried to keep a straight face, but he couldn't help but grin at your cuteness.

"Oh, nothing, Mr Handy Man" you giggled.

"Oh, so you're making fun of me, huh? You know, Y/N, this is much harder than it looks.." he stated, trying to make you understand that assembling the book shelf was a hard job.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever... just keep going!" you said, trying to get him to concentrate and do his task. Michael went back to work and you continued to watch him struggle. You began giggling again. Michael turned to face you once again.

"You know, Y/N, its very rude of you to laugh at me..." he said, grinning at you.

"I know, but this is just too funny" you said, barely able to get a sentence out from all your laughter.

"Hey, you know what I find really funny?" he asked, slowly walking towards you.

"Um ..... what?" you asked, slowly backing away, your laughter ceasing. You knew what he had in mind, and you were waiting for the right time to run.

"I think you know" he smirked at you, ready to pounce. You took a chance and decided to run for your life, Michael hot on your tail. You raced across the hall, down the stairs, and hid behind the couch. Funnily enough, Michael lost you on the way, and by the time he came down the stairs and into the living room, he had no clue where you had run off to.

"Y/N, just come out. You know I will find you eventually..." he taunted, looking around the room. You realised that he was going to find your hiding spot at some point, so you had to hide somewhere else without him seeing you. As you were crawling on your hands and knees, you were escaping successfully until you accidentally bumped the leg of the couch, causing a squeak.

"Bloody hell," you thought to yourself as you saw Michael turn his head in your direction.

"I've got you now, Y/N" he said with a smirk on his face as he pounced on you, locking your arms under his knees. You tried to escape but before you had the chance he began to tickle your sides mercilessly. You were laughing uncontrollably as tears formed in your eyes.

"MICHAAAAELLL HAHAHAHAHA PLEAEAEAEASE STAAAAAAAP HAHAHAHA!!! I CAAAANT TAKE HAHA IT HAHA!!" you screamed, begging him to stop.

"But, babe, I thought you were in a 'laughing' mood? Huh? You were perfectly fine laughing at me before?" he teased you, moving his hands up to your neck, knowing that was one of your worst spots.

"MIICCCCHAEEEEEL PLEASSSEEEEE!!!!! I'MMM SOOOOOORY HAHAHAHA!!!!" you cried, trying as hard as you could to break free.

"Hmmm, I don't think so, Y/N. Sorry." he stated simply as he continued tickling you, now moving his hands to the back of your knees.

"M-MICH-HAEL HAHA, T-THIS IS-SNT FUN-N-NY HAHA! ST-HAHAHAHA-P I-I-IIT HAHA!" you screamed, feeling exhausted from all the laughing. As tired as you were, you had to fight back somehow. You could not let him win. With all the strength you had left in you, you forced your arms out from under his knees and broke free. You then pounced on him and locked his arms under your knees before he had the chance to comprehend what was happening. The tables had turned. You started to wriggle your fingers around his stomach and waist, causing him to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"So, Mikey... what is it like on the other end, huh? Not so fun, is it?" you taunted, moving your hands to his armpits. His laughter increased as your fingers moved quicker. After a couple minutes of that, you moved to his neck, which was also one of his worst spots.

"Y/N, I'M SORRRRY HAHA! PLEA-EASE STOOOP ITTT HAHA!" he shouted.

"Hm, not so funny, is it? You like this, Michael? Huh?" you teased him, moving your hands down to his knees.

Is wittle Mikey a wittle tickwish? Aww, how cute!!" you taunted. Your left hand was stroking the back of his knees while your right hand scribbled his stomach and sides. You continued to do this for a couple of minutes.

Suddenly, he broke free and knocked you off of him, causing you to land on the floor next to him.

"Uh oh...." you thought to yourself as you looked up at Michael, a mischievous look on his face. You got up and started running around the house, Michael close behind. He caught up to you again and wrapped you in a hug, tickling you once again, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles and fall to the ground. 

And that's how the tickle fight began.