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As an Ashton girl I can proudly yell:

“THIS FUCKING KILLED ME!”

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THE JUMP in Buenos Aires , Argentina.

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how does he do it

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Calum - 15 June 2018

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michael + sweater paws ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

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Luke on the band snapchat - May 28, 2016

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CURLS! CURLS! CURLS!

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19 Michael sad

wc: 1,062

a/n: ok this is terrible. but here guys!! first thing i’ve written in ages.

He doesn’t mind it. He doesn’t mind it at all. She was the kind of beautiful you don’t ever think about, the kind of beautiful that makes him stop, that makes his breath go just the tiniest bit shorter when she touched him. She is the kind of lovely that takes the breath out of your lungs, because she reminds you you are there, you are alive

She’s his friend. She’s his friend, and she’s kind and intelligent and talented and tells jokes like nobody’s business. She’s a great friend, and he’s damn lucky to have her, even as that. Thing is, he couldn’t actually help himself, when his best friend just happened to have eyes like the fucking galaxy and whose touch he craved.

He doesn’t mind it at all. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He tells himself that, as the she lays on his chest and the TV throws colors across her hair and face, her eyelashes throwing shadows on the slope of her cheek.

He wants so badly to kiss her, to pull her closer so her so-soft lips lips would meet his chapped ones and her slender fingers would touch the back of his neck. He wants so badly to have her want him like he wants her, but there’s nothing ne can do about that.

She’s laying on his lap, and it’s three in the fucking morning. He should’ve pulled them into bed, but she’d fallen asleep in his lap and her hair had spread out like a halo, and she had looked so peaceful- he couldn’t possibly risk waking her up.

The thing is- he knows it. Michael knows he’s got no fucking shot with her. Knows she’s a queen and he’s a peasant, and fuck he knows that he’s lucky to even get a piece of her love. But the fact is, even though he knows it, he still- he still wants her.

Every fucking time she laughs, his heart skips a beat, and every time her soft hands touch him, he swears he’s never felt more loved. It was a sweet rapture, every time she looked at him with her doe eyes and loving smile that had all her sweet disposition wrapped up in it.

She’s asleep and he’s stupid, so he talks.

“You’re perfection,” he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper, but his head leaned down to almost meet hers. It’s like he’s telling her secret, like he’s whispering his greatest secret. Which. Kind of.

“You’re-you’re fucking breathtaking, (Y/N). Like, actually fucking beautiful, like I can’t breathe without you.Your eyes are like the stars. I just, I love you, (Y/N). You’re everything I want.”

He wants to say more- wants to let his mouth spill the words of affection that’s built up in his heart, that he feels every time his desperation gets too much when her heart is too warm and her face too flawless, when he just wants to be his and no one else’s. He wants to, but he doesn’t because a sob saves him the trouble.

It’s not like he cries loud. In fact, it’s not loud at all. It’s soft and gentle and he wipes his tears as fast as they come and they don’t even seem that noticeable except for the slight puffiness and the unmistakeable pain in his forest green eyes.

“Mikey?” And he hates how soft and sweet she says it, when she wakes up. Her fingers reach out to touch his jawline, barely moments awake but elfen eyes trained intensely on his face and already checking his well being.

“Fuck, no, (Y/N), M’alright. I swear.”

But she clearly doesn’t believe him, and she’s turned around on him now, straddling him and he tries not to think about how close she is, how her soft sweet breath washes over his face and how her hands are on his face, wiping the tears as they came.

“I can’t- I can’t help you unless you tell me what it is. Please, Mikey.” she says it sweetly and the term of affection is a blessing, the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.

And then- then it’s the early hours of the morning and the love of his life is straddling him and his head resting on her collarbone and she’s soothing him and he holds her waist, and he’s crying. He’s crying for one simple reason, for the girl who’s holding him ow, the fact that she’ll never want him, never want him the way he wants her.

“I’m sorry, fuck, (Y/N), I’m sorry, I’ll stop, I should go,” but she doesn’t let him, doesn’t even let him move, she’s sitting on top of him, he can’t anyhow.

“Mike-Mikey, I can’t watch you like this. You’re my-”

“I’m your fuckin’ friend, (Y/N), but the problem is, I don’t wanna be your fuckin’ friend. I wanna- I wanna kiss you, (Y/N). I wanna take you on fucking dates and kiss you and cuddle with you and hold you where you hold me back and I want you to want me, I want- fuck, (Y/N), it’s you. It’s always fucking you. I want all of you.”

They’re staring at each other, too close for what Michael’s just said and breathing into each other’s space and he knows it. He knows he’s gone and fucked it all up, that she’s gone before his very eyes and before he has time to even think about it, before he even has time to think about the mistake he’s made- she’s kissing him.

She’s kissing him and he’s moving instinctively and she’s cupping his face and he’s got his arms around her waist and there’s an overload of yesyesyes as he kissed her and she kissed him and it’s all fizzing and gently spinning and he is so so content. 

And it’s late and they’re tired but they kiss until they’re just giggling against each other all sleep deprived and weak and touching all over just indulging in it.

“I love you,” he speaks against her mouth and her smile is felt even in the darkness pressed against his. 

“I love you too.”

And they’re on their way to whatever they’re supposed to be, and he doesn’t mind this,her fingers in his hair as she whispers her affections, doesn’t mind it at all.

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fav lyrics from sgfg

6/? -  the girl who cried wolf

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Favorite pictures/gifs of Michael//part 1

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What’s “Kinda Hot” For 5 Seconds of Summer?