#Michael Clifford imagine

[valentiyne]

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Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader Summary: Paper-thin walls and numerous noise complaints.

FULL BOOK: MIDNIGHT | L.R.H Warnings: None! Slight swearing if you squint hard enough Word Count: 2.8k Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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Game Night was hosted every third Friday of the month. Cramped in the new tiny apartment, 7 friends and their significant others wound up on my shitty couch shouting nonsense at each other.

The living room consisted of the old couch, my TV on top of a cardboard box I hadn't quite unpacked yet, and numerous card games.

Holding the slip in my hand, I eye the timer in front of me on the makeshift coffee table My eyes scanned the paper quickly before jumping up and snapping my fingers, "Okay okay, it's born in the water but moves onto land when older."

My friends stare at me dumbfounded, their minds elsewhere as I furrow my brows and tap my feet numerous times. "Come on guys, it's what a tadpole turns into when it's older!" I'm practically yelling now, eyes darting between my friends sitting down and the tiny timer on the table.

"A baby turtle?"

"Andddd time"

I groan in annoyance, dropping the slip of paper while walking back to the spot on the couch, and plopping down with a huff.

"A baby turtle? Seriously?' I scoff, rolling my eyes at my friends who couldn't contain their laughter at my obvious annoyance.

"Okay I'll go nex-", My friend Abby was cut short by a knock on the door. It wasn't necessarily a pound, but it definitely made all of us go silent.

We all look at each other quickly, almost mentally counting everyone to make sure it wasn't an expected visitor.

I slide off the couch, my eyebrows raised for a moment before I walk towards the door. Standing on my tiptoes, I look through the peephole to see my next-door neighbor, Lucas, standing there with an annoyed expression painted on his face. I sigh and unlock the door, poking my head out with a smile.

"Are we too loud?", I ask with innocent eyes, my bottom lip tugged into my teeth as I speak quietly. Lucas gave a friendly smile, his eyebags hidden behind his eyeglasses as he turned to point at his door, "I know it's a Friday night but I'm really busy in the studio tonight... kind of hard to concentrate when there's a bunch of girls next door squealing over....?"

I finish the sentence for him, "If tadpoles are baby turtles." I rub the back of my neck shyly, laughing almost to myself.

"Right yeah, is there any way to keep it down just a tad?"

I give him a thumbs up before we part ways- him rubbing his eyes and kicking his door shut with his bare foot and me turning around and closing it softly. My friends all huddled up behind the door, eavesdropping on our conversation, and as soon as the door shut, they all squealed quietly.

"Oh my gosh! Y/n!", My friend Abby gushing, nudging me with her shoulder harshly. "You never told me you have huge chemistry with your neighbor?"

My eyes grow wide and my hands shoot up in defense, "Oh no- Lucas? He's just a neighbor"

All of my friends' eyes were on me now, and an awkward silence fell upon us. I give a mere shrug before walking back over to the coffee table to scoop up all the cards spawled across it.

"Game night at mine next time?", Abby asks from beside me, picking up the numerous cups with mysterious liquids in them with a disgusted look on her face.

I just nod in response, shoving the cards in their rightful places before sighing softly. We said our goodbyes with platonic kisses on the cheeks and dramatic waves before I was left alone in my apartment again.

It was cold, empty, and dead silent in here- completely opposite of the neighbor beside me I'd assume. My bedroom was similar to the living room- a tiny mattress rested on the floor and my toiletries were packed away in numerous boxes I was too lazy to unbox. My head hits the stiff pillow below me and I could hear Lucas in his bedroom strumming his guitar, humming to himself lowly.

It was a little after one o'clock in the morning, but he seemed to be wide awake singing.

"some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard"

It had officially been two weeks since the game night and two weeks since he came to my door. Lucas and I would occasionally make eye contact on the way to the mailboxes or even hold the elevator for one another- but not a single word was shared between us. He was always in his own world, his head bobbing to an imaginary beat inside his head.

Every night I could hear him singing to himself softly, the wall dividing our bedrooms was as thin as paper. The occasional groan and the sound of notebooks hitting the wall distracted me on nights I needed to sleep, but I never once said anything to him. He was a musician- and a very good one to say the least. I didn't want to be the annoying next-door neighbor.

I swing my door open, looking out into the hallway and scanning each door before finally averting my eyes to his own. The wrench in one hand was held on with a tight grip while the other hand carried the TV mount at my side. I could hear the sounds of various instruments being played from behind his door, his voice clearing every few moments to restart a lyric if it didn't sound right the first time.

The hand that held the wrench swung up, knocking on his door a few times before I took a step back and awkwardly looked around the hallway once again. The sounds from behind his door abruptly stopped and I could hear his heavy footsteps making their way towards the door now. Taking one more step back, I watched as Lucas opened the door and looked down at me,

"I'm sorry, am I being too loud?", He cheekily asked, a smile painted on his lips.

"No no, you're fine.", I laugh at his innocent teasing, quoting our most recent encounter. "I was actually coming over to see if you knew how to mount a TV", I poke my head around his figure and motion towards his apartment, "but seeing as you're busy-"

"I'm not busy." He corrects me, leaning inside his door to grab his keys before turning back towards me and grabbing the box from my hand. "Let me help you out, it'll take 10 minutes tops."

It didn't take 10 minutes. Hell, It didn't even take 30 minutes.

There Lucas and I both were, tools of various shapes and sizes sprawled out across my apartment floor and a cheap bottle of wine I found at the back of my fridge.

"Lucas are you sure you know how to-"

"It's Luke and yes, I know how to do this", he grumbles nonsense to himself as he flips through the instruction manual for the third time tonight. I sighed to myself slightly, trying to keep myself from laughing by taking a swig of the wine.

"Could always just use thumbtacks"

This makes Luke laugh, his eyebrows relaxing on his face and cheeks going bright red. He tosses the manual at me, and I put my hands up to defend myself.

"I'm pretty sure some thumbtacks couldnt hold a 35 pound Tv," He holds his stomach as he rolls around my floor, laughing loudly. I roll my eyes at this, groaning and tossing the screwdriver on the floor.

"Look, it's getting late. I'll just have you come over and do it another time.", I point towards the clock, which was held up with thumbtacks, that read two o'clock in the morning.

"Oh shit, sorry I totally spaced it," Luke stands up now, gathering up his tools quickly and giving me a crooked smile. "I'll swing by sometime this week to help you, I promise." I'm smiling now, shooing him out the door quickly.

"Yeah yeah see you later, rockstar", I tease and close the door abruptly, only to be stopped by a foot in the way.

"What are you doing tomorrow?", The way his eyes glimmered in the hallway light, his hair slicked back from sweat and cheeky dimples appeared as he smiled at me.

"I have finals tomorrow morning, and I'll probably be dead by the time its over- anytime after that I'm free.", I groan dramatically and push my palm into my forehead.

Luke just nods, freeing his foot from the doorway, and gives me a thumbs up, "I'll be sure to be quiet tonight so you can get your rest." I thank him kindly and give him a soft wave before closing the door behind him.

Luke was anything but quiet. I tossed and turned throughout the night, pushing the pillow closer to my ears as I heard him attempting to sing a lyric he wasn't even finished with. if there's one thing I've learned about him in the month and a half I've known him- he was a perfectionist. He sang the same things over and over countless times making sure it was absolutely perfect.

"Cause all these bodies are hoping to get addicted-"

I swing my arm up, smacking on the wall a couple times before groaning and letting it fall to my side once again. His side of the wall went silent immediately, the shuffling of papers and a small mumbled "sorry" was heard.

Luke had avoided me from that point forward: he didn't hold the elevator for me nor did he come and check his overflowing mailbox.

I found myself at his door once again, knocking in one swift movement before clearing my throat. I could hear him shuffling around his apartment, a loud thud followed by a "shit, one second!".

The door opens and a dripping-wet Luke is before me, a towel tightly wrapped around his waist. I blink a few times, holding my gaze above his shoulders out of respect.

"Why are you avoiding me", I ask in a monotone voice, cutting straight to the point. He raises his eyebrows at this now, one hand sassily on his hip.

"Who said I was avoiding you?", He chuckles lightly and opens the door wider, motioning for me to enter. My nose is filled with the smell of the oven baking something sweet mixed with his charcoal body wash. I step inside with a smile, closing the door behind me.

Luke wipes the water from his face and turns away from me, entering his bathroom for a split second, leaving me standing in his kitchen.

I glance around his living room: Pictures of his friends and family are hung up neatly on the wall, his instruments are laid out on the floor around his couch, and his bookshelf is overflowing with numerous copies of musical books.

He emerges from the bathroom once again, now clothed in a sweatshirt and basketball shorts and the towel that was once wrapped around his waist was now encased in his curls.

"I was just going to invite you over actually," He laughs again, flashing me his million-dollar smile before pointing at his dining table. It was decorated with a lace tablecloth, a small bouquet of flowers sitting in a glass-decorated vase, and a plate of steaming hot pasta was laid out. I smile to myself slightly, looking back up at him before taking my seat at the table, he rushes forward, scooting my chair in for me before taking his own seat across from me.

"What's the occasion?" I ask while picking up my fork, poking at the seafood pasta that was professionally plated. If you would've told me he hired a chef to make dinner- I would've believed you.

"I was loud on the night of your finals and I felt horrible knowing I kept you up all night", He picks up his napkin and places it neatly on his lap, "I wanted to make it up to you after I mounted your TV buttt you showed up a little early", He teases.

I take a bite of my food, groaning into the fork with a muffled giggle as my eyes look up at his. The food was amazing, and the flavor was intricately picked out to perfection.

Going back, this perfectly proved my point that Luke was a perfectionist.

We found small talk, conversing over what I was majoring in and what he was busy working on.

"So the album is almost done, I just need to finish this last song," He shrugs his shoulders and scrapes at the remains off his plate. I smile to myself, looking up now with innocent eyes, "Maybe I can help?"

He stands up abruptly, turning around and opening the oven to reveal the freshly baked brownies he had made- from scratch may I add. I groan in anticipation and rub my hands together dramatically. He grabs the brownies with oven mitts, turning around and facing me.

"If you want to help me, I'll allow it", he laughs and places the pan down gently and walks towards his living room, picking up a notebook that was previously thrown across the room.

"Here", he places it in front of me, removing my empty plate and walking

The notebook was written in barely eligible handwriting, with numerous words crossed out and mental notes scribbled on the sides.

Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard so if I tell you, just keep it and don't say a word. when the doors are all closing.....It's bound to get ?? all these bodies are hoping to get addicted to

The rest of the page was scribbled out, lyrics that never made the cut. I snatch the pen from the metal spiral holding the pages together and click it once.

"it's bound to get.... loud?" I scribble it down next to the question marks and look up at him, scratching his chin with a nod. His cheeks were red now, the wine flushing through his body.

"What rhymes with loud?"

I look up at him now, as he scoots his chair right up next to me to the point our legs are touching.

"Cloud, hmmm,"

"Sound," we both say in unison.

Luke claps his hands together and grabs the pen from my hands, opening the notebook to a new page and scribbling down the new and improved lyrics. I watch him closely, the way his eyes twinkled and dimples poked through when he was concentrating.

I was so screwed. I was falling for my next door neighbor.

I didn't see him for another two weeks, his side of the wall seemed eerily vacant and completely silent. I even knocked a few times in hopes he'd knock back in some sort of rhythm, but there was no response.

Hearing the knock on my door shot my body out of bed, sweat dripping down my neck and sides. I groan and tap on my phone to check the time, blinding myself in the process. The pounding never stopped, not until I stumbled out of bed and opened my door. My heart skipped a beat, praying that the blonde would be on the other side with that cheeky smile I adored.

"Hello?", I ask in a groggy voice whilst rubbing my eyes and squinting up at the person who disturbed my slumber- at 2 a.m. may I add.

Instead of a person, I was met with an empty cold hallway. I avert my gaze down and towards my door mat. There, set up neatly was a bouquet of flowers with a note tied to the front with white lace.

I smile at myself and crouch down, picking up the thoughtful gift and looking down the hallway one last time before kicking my door shut.

Y/n,

I'm sorry I didn't see you before I left. Our album releases at 2:30am today and I was supposed to leave at 2... I just knew I had to leave you something on my way out. I hope you like the flowers I picked out my mom helped me.

I'd have probably sent you the link to the album by the time you finish reading this note.

I'm going to be all over the world, touring and doing what I love. I can't wait to be back home and see you again, i'll make sure to facetime every change I get.

love,

your rockstar

I could hear the familiar ringtone from my bedroom, alerting me that Luke was a man of his word. I wipe a few stray tears and make my way to the bedroom, snatching my phone up with my free hand and clicking the link he had sent me.

This is the song I spent the last 3 months working on, keeping you tossing and turning until finally you perfected it.

Mp3.ifwallscouldtalk.demo

[ameliora-j]

— fame f❊cker 𐐪𐑂 michael clifford

𐐪𐑂 summary -> the four times you fucked a different member of the same band, and the one time they all found out 𐐪𐑂 A 5 PART SERIES

𐐪𐑂 content -> part one!, alcohol, bar meetcute, reader not rlly having boundaries, tipsy sex, non australian implied reader, tons of pet names (kitten, pretty girl, my love, etc.), unprotected piv, soft dom!mikey, stranger sex, degradation, praise, humiliation, slight feelings of insecurity (mikey), daddy kink, choking, oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), slight size kink, creampie, THIS BLOG IS 18+ MDNI

𐐪𐑂 words -> 4.01k

Michael sits inside the dingy city bar, beer bottle in hand. The rest of the band are all strewn about the bar, having their go at girls, dancing and chatting them up—but he sits alone. Michael always was the least approached of the band members. Though, he didn’t mind—he liked being alone. He sits at the corner of the bar, his leather jacket hanging off the chair beside him so no one would attempt to sit with him.

That’s why, when you walk up to the bar and sneak right in between his legs, Michael is shocked. “‘Scuse me” you murmur to the man quietly, setting a hand on his thigh as you fit yourself between him and the bar. “Peach margarita please” you smile at the bartender.

By this point, he senses you’re already nearing drunk, the hand on his thigh being used to stabilize yourself rather than invade his personal bubble. He sets a hand on your hip to aid in your stabilization. His hand is large, warm and igniting a fire in your belly as he squeezes lightly at your hip.

“Sorry hun we’re out of peach flavor. I can do raspberry, strawberry, mango, or watermelon” the bartender smiles apologetically at you. You pout a bit, your shoulders sinking slightly in disappointment.

“Well… Can I get the most non-alcohol tasting drink with alcohol in it?” You ask, causing the girl to laugh a bit.

Michael’s interest is piqued further now, he thinks you’re just about the prettiest thing that’s ever come and forced itself upon his lap—and he’s thanking all his lucky stars you had. “She’ll take a tequila sunrise” he speaks up, smiling at the bartender, then you. “Put it on my tab” he adds.

At this, you turn to the mystery man who’s buying you alcohol—and whose lap you’re practically sat atop of. “If you think this means you’re getting your dick wet tonight, you’re insane… I hope you know” you hum softly.

Michael smirks a bit as he eyes you up and down. “Let me get this straight… You invade my personal space… practically sit on my lap… and then I’m insane for wanting to get my dick wet?” He lets out a genuine belly laugh at this, gazing at you.

Your face heats with embarrassment, finally realizing the position you’re in as you pull back and sit in the seat beside him. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t… Uh…” You stammer, shaking your head nervously.

He smiles at this, gently tipping your chin up. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it” he mutters lowly, kissing the corner of your lips. “To answer your question,” he sips his beer, “no hun, don’t wanna get my dick wet” he shakes his head. “I’d like to chat a bit if that’s alright?” He tries. “If not, you can just take the drink and be on your way.” He nods.

You smile softly as you finally get a good look at him. He’s cute… Sweet. He kinda reminds you of a kitten. “Well… I suppose you did just buy me a drink” you smile softly. “And I could never in good conscience sit on a strange bar man’s lap and not offer him something in return” you joke softly as you make yourself comfortable.

The bartender brings your drink over quickly and you smile, thanking her as she sets it in front of you. “So… What brings you to this skimpy little dive bar?” You ask Michael.

“A beer” he smirks, holding up said drink. “And you?” He reciprocates.

“Apparently a tequila sunrise, Mr. Mystery Man” you giggle softly.

“Mr. Mystery Man?” He raises a brow—questioning, curious. In truth, he’s a bit shocked you don’t know who he is—but simultaneously thankful that he can just be himself. “I like that, Tequila Girl.” He jokes back.

“Tequila Girl is a new one” you hum softly, sipping your drink. “WOW! That is really good” you emphasize as you look over at him.

“Well I’m glad you like it, Tequila Girl” he smiles—soft but prideful as he lifts his glass bottle and tips it towards you. You clink your glass against his botte and smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Mystery Man” you say genuinely.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ°

Mr. Mystery Man—Michael, you had learned to be his name—was an excellent conversationalist. Not only that, he was easy to talk to. Charming, funny, smart—and extremely good looking.

The two of you fell into an easy conversation—about video games, cars, hobbies, music, your dreams, his dreams, you even delved a bit into each other’s backgrounds. The two of you became so absorbed in talking to each other that your drinks were long forgotten—until the bartender was telling you it was last call.

“Would you like to come hang out at my hotel?” Michael asks as you lift your purse onto your shoulder. “It’s been amazing talking to you, and I… Don’t want the night to end yet” he smiles—shy for the first time that evening.

That seals the deal for you—this guy could absolutely not get any cuter. You hum, pretending to think for a second before offering him a cute smile. “Only if you let me borrow more comfortable clothes” you nod, looking down at your short, sparkly sequined black dress and high heels.

“It’s a deal” he smiles back, nodding as he takes your hand. If you weren’t so infatuated with the man’s scent and eyes, you’d have noticed him hiding your face as he leads you out of the parking lot and up to a big black Range Rover. You’d been swooning over Michael all night, but when he opens your door and holds your hand to help you step into the truck, you downright fall in love on the spot.

The drive to his hotel is short, only about 15 minutes from the bar. When he opens your door for you and helps you out, you finally realize that for some reason or other he’s still hiding you in his jacket. You let out tipsy little giggles as you stumble a bit over your stilettos, walking so close to him. “Why am I hiding in here?” You whisper.

“I’ll tell you in the morning… Deal?” He hums softly, rubbing your back as you get into the elevator. “Just keep your head down, pretty girl” he hums, kissing the back of your head as you two step into the elevator.

For the moment you’re thankful your head is down because if you think your face was warming up as he calls you ‘pretty girl,’ then it’s damn near on fire as his lips press to your head. “Okay…” You whisper in a slight daze, your head swimming with lust and attraction. The two of you stand in the elevator for what feels like eternities, and when you step off, you see that you’re on the 60th floor.

“Room 60-304, love. Here we are” he smiles as he unlocks the door with his key card. You hold in a gasp as you step into the room, stilettos clicking against the marble floor.

“It’s beautiful” you whisper, spinning around slowly as you glance at everything. He smiles softly, watching you twirl around the room. “Oo, Krispies!” You exclaim in excitement, rushing over to the mini bar. You reach forward, but pull your hand back a bit, remembering hotels charge for practically everything you touch.

“Go for anything you want, beautiful” he smiles softly, nodding in reassurance. You squeal in excitement, reaching forward once more and grabbing the Rice Krispies Treat. If he had to, Michael would pinpoint this moment in time as the first time he truly fell in love. “I’ll be right back hun, I’m gonna get ya some comfortable clothes.”

You smile softly around the treat in your mouth, nodding as you look at him. He then retreats to the bedroom, and you walk to the couch, making yourself comfortable. Michael was back within ten minutes, now shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants. He held a pair of basketball shorts and a large t-shirt in his hands for you, neatly folded as he held the stack out to you. “Thanks Mikey” you smile softly, wiping your Krispies crumbs on your dress as you take the clothes and go change in the bathroom.

He sits on the couch, flipping through for a movie as he waits for you to come back. Michael begins to worry when you take longer than ten minutes, and just as he’s about to go and check on you, you come out—hair wet, face cleaned and refreshed, and body swimming in his clothes. Michael never in his life would have imagined that the sight of a woman wearing comfortable clothes would turn him on this much.

He’s unsure if it’s because it’s his clothes, or if it’s because it’s you in his clothes… Or maybe it’s just you. But no matter, he’s fighting for nearly his life to hide the large boner straining against his sweatpants as he watches you walk over and sit on the couch. “Sorry… I felt sticky and wanted a shower” you explain shyly.

“Don’t apologize” he smiles softly. “Feel better?” He asks, smiling again as you nod. “Here, love” he hums, passing you a water bottle.

“Thanks, Mikey” you smile, taking a sip of your water. “So the accent tells me you’re clearly not from here… What brings you to town?” You ask curiously as you sit criss-cross applesauce and turn to face him.

“Would you believe me if I said vacation?” He asks, humming as he turns to face you.

“Honestly, not really. But mainly cus I live here so it’s so boring to me” you giggle. “How’s your vacation so far?” You smile.

“It’s only day one but I’d say it’s going really good so far” he smiles. “Have you lived here your entire life?” He asks you, causing you two to delve into your backgrounds and a bit of family history. It’s then when you realize you could listen to Michael speak for hours, even if he just spoke in circles.

You don’t even realize you’re not paying attention to him until a smirk begins to play on his lips. “What?” You whisper, blushing as you finally make eye contact with him.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl” he hums softly. “Or… Were you not paying attention?” He taunts.

“I… No I was paying attention” you pout softly. “I was just… thinking” you mumble lamely, biting your lip and racking your brain for what question Michael possibly could have asked you. Going with the safest probability you hum and look up at him. “Yes” you nod.

Michael’s smirk widens, and he snorts a bit over an attempt to bite back a laugh. “Yes?” He asked softly, raising a brow.

“Don’t laugh!” You insist, crossing your arms with a frown. “What’s so wrong about it?” You huff.

“My love…” your face burns in embarrassment at the nickname, forcing back a smile. “I asked you what you like to do for fun,” he hums softly. Your face burns hotter now, realizing you’d been caught not paying attention. Maybe he doesn’t know why you’re not focusing on his words. This thought saves you from your embarrassment untill he proceeds to ask: “What’s got you so distracted, kitten?”

You whine softly at the petname, your hips shifting. “Mikey…” You whisper softly, looking up at him with wide, dazed eyes.

“Oh baby… You want it, don’t you?” He mocks, moving closer to you as he pushes your hair behind your ear. You nod, pouting at him as you reach to touch him. He tuts softly, shaking your head as he holds your wrists. “No my love… tell me what you want” he smirks.

You whine again, frowning at him. “Mikey…” You insist, trying to wriggle free. Michael, however, is having none of it. He raises a brow, doubling down as he stares at you with a fiery gaze. You get lost in the green of his pretty eyes, tugging your lip between your teeth as you whine a bit. “Want you, please…” you whisper.

“Awh honey… Just a few hours ago you were calling me insane for wanting to get my dick wet and now you’re practically begging for it” he mocks, pinching your cheek tauntingly. “You’re so cute” he murmurs, leaning in and kissing up your jaw.

“But you need to be louder” he orders. A gentle one, but assuring you knew that he was in charge, and you’d follow his orders for the night. Not that you had any qualms about that… This beautiful man that you’d met no more than four hours ago could throw you around like a ragdoll and you’d sing praises to his name without him having to ask.

“I want you… Mikey, I need you. Know you can make me feel really really good… Want it pretty please” you look up at him with a cute pout. The innocent look in your eyes has Michael’s cock twitching in his pants, biting his lip and groaning at your pathetically cute whiny voice.

Michael would be lying if he said watching you beg for him didn’t inflate his ego just a bit. There was a ton of guys in that bar tonight, hell the rest of his band was in that bar… but you chose him. You went home with him. He was the man you were about to spread yourself out for, give your body to. The man that you were begging to touch you and make you feel good.

The knowledge of the power he currently holds over you makes his cock even harder in his pants. He groans, giving up on his attempt at keeping composure as he pushes you back against the couch cushions, enveloping your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. You moan against his mouth, arching your back as his hands run over your body. “Pretty little thing” he mumbles as he pulls your shirt off, immediately kissing across your chest.

Michael’s hands are quick, but skillful as well. His fingers calloused due to the years of guitar playing, and you moan as the rough pads pinch at your already hardening nipples. You whine again, your hips bucking, causing your pulsing pussy to grind against his thigh as he fits himself between your legs. “Michael…” You breathe, moaning quietly.

“You make the prettiest noises baby” he murmurs softly, nipping down your neck. “‘Specially when you’re moaning my name” he mumbles, trailing kisses and hickies down your neck, to your chest. “Do it again” he growls quietly.

You gasp softly, arching your back a bit as you follow his orders, moaning his name once more. This time when you do, you lean up directly into his ear, breathing his name quietly as you tug at his hair. Michael groans at the sound of your voice, wrapping his hand around your neck. “Are you a virgin, pretty girl?” He teases.

“No, Daddy” you breathe softly, flushing in complete embarrassment as the honorific easily slips from your lips, your mind slipping quickly into a submissive haze. “I-I’m sorr-“ Michael stops your sentence almost as soon as it starts, squeezing a bit harder at your neck.

“Don’t apologize… Just keep saying it, Kitten” he smirks, leaning down and swallowing the moan that slips past your lips as he kisses you. He runs his hands down your sides, squeezing at your hips before sneaking a hand beneath your basketball shorts. “Did you leave your panties off?” He smirks, rubbing his thumb over the bare slit of your pussy. “Naughty, naughty girl” he tuts softly, shaking his head.

You whine as the pad of his thumb circles your swollen clit, unable to help the jerk of your hips as you grind against his hand. He sucks in air through his teeth as his middle finger pushes into your slippery hole, grunting as he presses down on your tummy a bit. “That’s a tight little hole, baby… Dunno if my cock’s gonna fit in it.” He mocks.

“No… No can make it fit” you moan louder as he pushes another finger into your cunt. “You can make it fit I need it” you whine loudly, arching your back.

“You’re so adorably pathetic” he laughs, crooking his fingers up to hit your gspot. “Keep making those pretty noises for Daddy ‘n maybe I’ll get you nice ‘n wet with my mouth before I split you open on this big cock.” He chuckles.

“Yes” you moan, nodding. “Yes, please,” you whine, fucking yourself on his fingers. “Oh fuck Daddy, please” you moan, circling your hips on his fingers. “Y’make me feel so good… Stretching me so good” you moan. By this point, your moans have become practically incoherent, stringing any word you could think of together in an attempt to form a sentence as you fuck youreelf on his hand.

Michael can’t take it anymore. Your whines and begs nearly have him busting out of his pants before he’s tearing off your’s. He groans at the sight of your bare cunt, pushing your legs up to your chest before diving in. He moans, spitting on your cunt before licking a bold stripe from your weeping hole up to your pulsing clit. You whine, your hands flying to his hair and pushing his face impossibly closer to your cunt.

His beard drags against your sensitive pussy lips as his mouth envelops your cunt. You’re whining out his name, leaking into his mouth as tears of pleasure leak from the corner of your eyes. You’re nearly sent over the edge as his lips wrap around your fat clit, puckering as he roughly sucks at the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling circles around it.

You whine loudly as you feel his fingers push into your entrance once more, a moan from him sending a shockwave to your cunt and igniting each nerve in your body causing your toes to curl and a loud moan to spill over your kiss-swollen lips. When you look down, you see Michael’s left hand wrapped around his thick cock. The head red and angry, dripping precum down onto the cushions of the couch as his hand strokes over it in quick motions. He’s grunting and groaning into your pussy, getting off on the taste of your and the sound of your moans alone.

Both of your heads are swimming in lust, Michael lost in his head as his ego inflates like a balloon hearing the amount of pleasure he’s causing you. The sound of him eating your cunt is filthy, making you impossibly wetter as you hear Michael’s slurps and grunts as he drinks from your cunt as if it’s a fountain of eternal youth. You tug at his long pink locks, the whiny little ‘Daddy’s spilling from your lips spurring him on as he moves faster. “Oh Daddy… Daddy please ‘m gonna cum” you whine, arching your back as you push his face even closer.

Michael chuckles as he pulls back, causing a perturbed whine to spill from your lips as you pout at him. “Oh baby… As much as I'd love to lick this little pussy until you cum… I wanna feel you squeezing my cock while you cum for me” he growls in your ear as he runs his cock through your slit.

Your hips buck as the head of his leaking cock nudges against your clit. Mikey pulls his lip between his teeth, taking a breath to calm himself as he pushes the head of his cock into your tight cunt. You whine at the stretch, pouting at him with wide eyes as your legs spread. “Please, Daddy…” you gasp.

“Fuck, Kitten” he groans as he slowly pushes his dick into you. “This tight cunt is gonna make me burst…” he grunts. “Gonna fuck this little pussy raw… Fill you up with my cum, pretty girl. Would you like that?” He taunts, moaning as he bottoms out, pressing down on your tummy.

“Yeah” you whimper. “Yeah, I like it a lot. Please” you breathe. Mikey’s awestruck at how quick he’s reduced you to nothing but moans and whines—soft cries of his name spilling from your lips as he fucks you slowly.

“You feel so good baby” he mumbles, his thumb coming to stroke against your clit. “Tightest little pussy I’ve ever had” he groans, pushing your leg up over his shoulder. You whine loudly as he pulls out and thrusts in once more, his cock kissing your gspot as your hips twitch.

“Big” you moan back, arching your back into him as he pulls your nipple between his lips. “Big-biggest… Big” you whine dumbly as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Michael chuckles at how pathetic you sound, squeezing at your throat as his hips pick up the pace, chasing his impending orgasm as he licks, sucks, and bites at your nipples. “Whose pussy is this baby?” He teases, smoothing your hair back as he holds you close to him. “Tell Daddy who you belong to ‘n I’ll let you cum.”

You whine, clenching tightly around him as more arousal spills from your cunt, making your opening more slippery and allowing Michael easier access to fuck you as he pleased. “I know you want to, baby… I feel your little cunt squeezing me… Tryin’ to milk me dry” he groans, his forehead falling to your shoulder as sweat drips off of him. “All you gotta do is tell me who you belong to, Kitten, Daddy’ll let you cum” he cooes mockingly, gently stroking over your clit.

Your voice is stuck in your throat, your jaw dropped in pleasure as you practically fight to breathe. You choke over a loud moan, your nails clawing down his back as you look into his pretty green eyes. Then and only then do you finally find a voice as his cock presses to your gspot. “You” you finally choke out loudly. “It’s yours… Your pussy I… It belongs to you!” You whine. “Oh fuck please let me cum, please!” You beg, your legs shaking as you try to hold off for him.

“Only because you beg so so pretty, Kitten” he smiles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as you moan. He holds your hip with his hand, keeping you pressed against his chest as he strokes over your clit. “Come on baby… Cum for Daddy ‘n I’ll fill you up” he whispered softly. “Keep your eyes on me baby, don’t close them” he hums, his hips stuttering as you squeeze around him.

You nod dumbly, your forehead pressed against his as you blink slowly. You swallow hard, your jaw dropping as your eyes roll back. “I’m… I’m… Cumming, ‘m cumming” you gasp around whines, your body shaking as you cum around Michael’s cock.

He groans as he feels the way you squeeze him, your cunt becoming impossibly tighter as he ruts into you. A cacophony of whines, moans, cries, and whines spill from your lips—your eyes never once breaking contact with Mikey’s as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Th-thank…” you gasp, your eyes rolling as you feel Mikey’s hips stuttering, his cock twitching against your gspot a few times before he presses his hips to your’s. His pelvis kisses your clit as the head of his cock kisses your cervix, spraying his cum deep into your awaiting womb as he lets out a symphony of moans.

He holds you to his chest as he cums, leaning in to press a passionate kiss to your lips. You let out soft whimpers and whines against his lips as your body twitches against his. He pulls back slowly, smiling lovingly as he smoothes your hair back. “Such a good girl, baby” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

You hum softly as you smile lazily at him. “Thank you, Daddy…” you whisper quietly, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“You’re so welcome, pretty girl” he smiles, kissing your nose gently as he pulls out slowly. “Now, let’s get you a bath.”

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

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[ughkat]

keep going | m.g.c

smutty oneshot ❥

michael x fem!reader

smut, petnames, choking

you and michael are getting ready for a night out and he can't keep his hands off you

not proofread

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I leaned closer into the large bathroom mirror in front of me, squinting as I perfected my eyeliner. I quickly checked the time on my phone, then back to the mirror, making sure I wasn't running behind.

Michael and I had planned for a casual night out. He rummaged through our closet for his clothing for night before placing the chosen articles on the bed. I remained in only my underwear in bra as I got ready, as a precaution to my messy makeup skills. My hair laid loosely curled down my back, un-styled.

I felt the presence of Michael behind me before I saw his cheeky grin in the mirror, eyeing me up and down. He came in closer behind me, wrapping two arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder.

"Careful." I giggled, his head almost knocking the eye pencil across my face. He buried his face into my neck.

"I'm sorry, you just look so fuckin' good." He mumbled into my skin. His hands softly trailed along my sides, sending a chill through my body. He pressed his lips against my neck, kissing gently. I smiled at his affection, continuing my makeup in the mirror. I tried my best to ignore the touch of Michael behind me, remembering the ticking time, but his fingertips and lips against my skin weakened my care.

Michaels hands slowly came around to my uncovered bottom, groping and squeezing adoringly. He pressed his frontside against me, his hard bulge pressing against my rear. I sighed in pleasure at his touch, placing both hands on the counter.

"Michael, we gotta go soon." I smiled, my half-assed attempt going noticed by Michael.

"I never said stop." He muttered into my skin, referring to me getting ready. I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head before reaching for a lipstick. Michaels hand trailed back around my front, tracing his fingertips on my panty line. I continued to pretend to ignore his actions, intensely focusing on my objective in front of me. Michael let out a chuckle, meeting my gaze in the mirror for a moment before swiftly pulling my underwear to my ankles. I looked down behind me abruptly with a shocked smile, Michael crouched on one knee. He watched me closely as he spread my legs from my ankles, just enough for him to fit in between. I felt the heat between my legs begin to throb as Michael gaze burned into mine.

"Keep going." He spoke softly, motioning with his head to my products on the counter. I narrowed my eyes with a smirk, turning back around to the mirror. My breath shook as I continued my routine, awaiting Michael's next move.

Michael placed himself between my legs, facing the opposing direction of me. I gasped and gripped the counter at the sudden feeling of his warm tongue swiping once against my slit. I pulled back and looked down to reveal Michael's eyes looking back up at me. He smiled into my heat before continuing his tongue up and down my folds, flicking it quickly on my throbbing bud. My hips buckled and ground against Michael's mouth, my fingers grasping tightly onto the counter. He brought up two fingers to my dripping hole, inserting them slowly.

"Fuck." I whimpered, tossing my head back. Michael chuckled into my dripping folds, wrapping his free arm around my thigh and holding my shaking legs steady. He pumped his two fingers steadily, matching the rhythm with his tongue.

Before I had a chance to collect my thoughts, Michael stood up from his position, back to being pressed behind me. He placed a hand under my thigh, propping my leg up on the counter. I watched him behind me in the mirror. Impatiently waiting for him to unbuckle his pants. My standing leg shook as Michael readjusted his grip on my heightened one, lining his throbbing tip to my entrance. He brought his chest in close to my back and placed a hand on the counter beside us. Michael locked eyes with me in the mirror as he slowly slid his pulsating shaft fully inside of me. His mouth dropped into an "O" as I bit my lip, concealing a squeal.

"You look so pretty for me, baby." He cooed deeply into my ear—commenting on my interrupted makeup, beginning to pick up his pace. I let out a loud moan, dropping my head in ecstasy. Michael smugly pounded harder, gripping my thigh tighter

"You take me so good, princess." He looked down to his cock vigorously pumping in and out of me, letting out a growl.

"Fuck, you're so tight around me, baby." He groaned, burying his face into my neck. I watched him in the mirror as his muscles convulsed and flexed at each thrust, and the sweat beading at his shoulders. The way his head rolled back every time I clenched around his throbbing cock.

Michael pulled out abruptly, earning a whine from me. Before I could speak, he lifted me by my hips, turning me around and placing me to sit bare on the counter. I looked up at him through my eyelashes before he pushed me back by my shoulders, placing my head to the mirror, and scooting me by my lower hips to the edge of the counter with his hands. Lining himself back up, he wrapped a hand around my throat, gripping generously. With no warning, Michael began at his previous pace, pounding vigorously in and out of my sensitive hole. My eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of my head as I convulsed around his ramming member.

"You're so pretty when you're taking my cock." He smiled smugly, tilting his head. I looked at him with lazy eyes, holding myself up with my hands. Michael brought a thumb to my throbbing clit, beginning to rub small circles repeatedly. I shook at his touch, my toes curling. I began to convulse and my back arched, signaling my overstimulating climax.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" He cooed, quickening his pace on my clit. "C'mon princess, cum for me." He breathed, his gaze burning into mine. My head rolled to the size lazily, repeatedly convulsing around Michael's still pounding member. I came hard around him as he continued his pace, leaning in closer to me. I shook with overstimulation.

"That's my good girl." He growled. He pounded vigorously, carrying out his own climax.

"Fuck, Y/n." He groaned, placing his forehead against mine as he finished.

We caught our breaths for a moment before I suddenly remembered why I had been getting ready in the first place. I turned to my phone beside me, checking the time. I threw a hand over my face, groaning at the amount of time that had passed. Michael's head perked up before he spoke.

"Oh... Whoops." He muttered sarcastically. I gave him a playful kick, staying optimistic.

"We still have some time. You just have to keep you hands to yourself." I giggled, poking him in the chest. He connected us for a kiss before cheekily replying.

"No promises."

[bartxnhood]

lover of mine | m.g.c

michael clifford x reader

summary: after a long day, you just want to be wrapped in his arms.

warnings: none !

wc: 532

requests open

not proofread

Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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michael opens the door to your shared home, he slips his shoes off and drops his keys on the table next to the door. “babe?” he calls out as he walks through the empty house.

usually, you’re in the kitchen or on the sofa binging a new tv show you found, and inevitably get michael hooked on it as well.

but it was dark and quiet with you nowhere to be seen.

he walks through the house, peeking his head in a few rooms as he heads upstairs. just to see if you were maybe in the bathroom or laundry room, but still no sign of you.

as he opens the bedroom door he is met with your figure curled up underneath the duvet with southy and moose at your feet. he sees how your chest is rising and falling steadily so, he assumes you are asleep.

michael walks to his side of the bed, taking everything out of his pockets and resting them on the bedside table, he gingerly raises the duvet and lets himself under.

“mike?” you hum feeling his side of the bed dip. you hear him shuffling on his side thinking he was getting comfortable.

“i’m home..” he says softly, you hear the rasp in his voice and know he was tired. “mm” you sing finding his body heat and curling up by his side. “missed you” you say into the fabric of his shirt.

he pulls you close to his side, wrapping his arms around your figure. you feel his hand come to your back and he draws shapes, “you okay?” he asks, but you only hum in return and then fall silent for a bit.

“bad day, work was rough. i just..don’t know” you sigh. you weren’t good with your words, you could never explain how you felt so oftentimes you’d just keep everything bottled up. “it’s okay..” michael could feel your frustrations and then tension in the air, he was always a good listener but more importantly he could understand your emotions without you even uttering one word.

“im just so burnt out. needed a break” you add. michael is still rubbing your back, then he presses a kiss in your hair. “we all need a break here and there” he reassures, offering some comfort. “mm” you reply.

for a while the both of you fall quiet, listening teach others and breathing with your eyes closed. you never had to say anything sometimes, just being wrapped in each other's arms was enough.

“how was the studio?” you ask, wanting some insight on his day. “good” he answers, but you hear his tired he sounds. he was probably drifting off. “we finished mixing the album, so it won’t be much longer till it’s completed.” you smile, knowing how hard they had been working on this album and how much it meant.

“had i known that i would’ve made dinner to celebrate” you chuckle quietly. “nah” he replies, “this is enough. just having you in my arms is enough for me..” he adds, then proceeds to squeeze you as you laugh.

“i love you, y/n” he says, kissing you softly. “i love you too, michael.”

[fanfictiongirlie]

5 Seconds of Summer Masterlist:

(Warning: THIS IS A LONG POST)

❥ Smut - ❀ Fluff - ★ One Shot - ✶ Multi-Chaptered - ☹ Angst

(Disclaimer: These were all written, maybe ten years ago, the writing standard isn't what my writing is like now. Bare that in mind please. But honestly, they're fun little imagines, so hopefully some will enjoy them as much as I do - Also most are these are short imagines that rarely pass 1,000 words)

Ashton Irwin:

♪ Your Brother Is In The Vamps, & You Like A Boy From 5SOS ❀★

♪ You're Pregnant With His Child ❀★

♪ You Have a Child From A Previous Relationship ❀★

♪ You Have A Child During a Zombie Apocalypse ❀★☹

♪ You Have A Mutant Power ❀★

♪ First 'I Love You' ❀★

♪ Self Harm (Please don't read if this subject is triggering to you)

♪ He Leaves Without Knowing You’re Pregnant ❀

♪ Your Daughter In a Coma

♪ Soulmates ❀

♪ You Like Another Boy In Your Brother’s Band

♪ Princess

♪ Marry Me

♪ You get pets together

♪ Party

♪ Don't Stop

♪ Divorced

♪ Peter Pan AU

♪ Teaching you to Drum

Michael Clifford:

♪ Your Brother Is In The Vamps, & You Like A Boy From 5SOS ❀★

♪ You're Pregnant With His Child ❀★

♪ You Have a Child From A Previous Relationship ❀★

♪ You Have A Child During a Zombie Apocalypse ☹★

♪ Drunken Cuddles

♪ He Leaves Without Knowing You’re Pregnant

♪ Soulmates

♪ One Of The Other Boys Is Your Ex

♪ Princess

♪ Imaginary

♪ He Remembers When He Met You

♪ You get pets together

♪ First 'I Love You'

♪ I'll Love You Forever

♪ Pretty

♪ Heartbreak Girl

♪ You Meet On A Plane

♪ You Have Mutant Powers ❀★

Calum Hood:

♪ Your Brother Is In The Vamps, & You Like A Boy From 5SOS ❀★

♪ You Have a Child From A Previous Relationship ❀★

♪ You Have A Child During a Zombie Apocalypse ❀★☹

♪ You Have A Mutant Power ❀★

♪ He Leaves Without Knowing You’re Pregnant

♪ Soulmates

♪ Princess

♪ You're an Angel

♪ He Remembers When He Met You

♪ Can't Keep Doing This

♪You’re in a band and one of your band members dies/or is in hospital

♪ Coma

♪ You get pets together

♪ Cafe AU

♪ Ash catches you and Cal and gets really angry

♪ Vampire

♪ Online Dating

♪

Luke Hemmings:

♪ Your Brother Is In The Vamps, & You Like A Boy From 5SOS ❀★

♪ You Have a Child From A Previous Relationship ❀☹★

♪ You Have A Child During a Zombie Apocalypse ☹★

♪ You Have A Mutant Power ❀★

♪ Baby, Don’t Leave Me

♪ He Leaves Without Knowing You’re Pregnant

♪ Soulmates

♪ He Remembers The First Day You Met

♪ One Of The Other Boys Is Your Ex

♪ Princess

♪ Knowing You From Birth

♪ You get pets together

♪ Tour Bus Sex

♪ Mr. Hemmings

♪ Ghost

♪ Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?

♪ Smut with Lukey

♪

[riya-kaur]

michael gordon clifford.

summary: michael being pampered with love on his birthday

birthday boy.

"wakey wakey, birthday boy!"

you take light footsteps into your bedroom, watching your boyfriend stir in your bed as he taps beside him, hoping to find you laid there.

"over here" you giggle as you stand beside the bed, hovering over him as you hold a wooden tray in your hands.

"good morning" you coo as you watch him sit up on the bed, his back against the head rest. he lets out a yawn as his hands reach up to his eyes, rubbing them open.

"happy birthday, my love" you smile, settling the tray onto his lap.

on the tray displayed: a card, a cup of coffee, a stack of pancakes - which were drenched in butter and maple syrup.

"c'mere" he glows as he reaches for your hand, tugging it lightly. you giggle before walking over to the other side of the bed, slipping back under the duvet and cuddling into his side.

"thank you, baby," he smiles before leaving a kiss on your head. you wrap your arms around his bicep as he goes to pick up his cutlery. "want to share?" he asks. "please" you grin, batting your eyelashes as him.

he cuts a piece before feeding it to you. his fingers soon come up to your lips, wiping up the syrup that had spilt from your mouth. he licks his finger clean before cutting a piece off for himself.

"these are fucking delicious, baby" he lowers his lips on yours, placing a lingering kiss. your hand rises to his cheek, as he deepens the kiss.

the taste of the maple and butter can be sensed from our tongues, as they move together.

you pull away slowly before setting your forehead against michael's. you let your hand stay cupped on his cheek. with placing one more kiss to his nose, you drop your hand back around his arm.

after the breakfast in bed, the both of you had changed into your day outfits, getting ready for the day ahead.

holding michael's hand, you lead him downstairs to the little display you had made earlier on in the morning.

twenty-eight balloons hung from the ceiling, each one tied with photos of michael, some with you, his bandmates, his family, and with the dogs. as well as that stood an illuminated, neon '28' sign. besides that on the kitchen counter sat his birthday cake and an overflowing basket of presents.

"you can open your eyes now, baby," you squeal, waiting for michael's reaction.

you watch as micheal's eyes widen as he takes in everything.

"you're amazing," he coos as he presses his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your front.

you tilt your head to the side, leaving behind a kiss on michael's jaw. "i want you to see this" you leap forward to the balloons, showing michael the pictures that hung on the ballons.

michael's lips turn to an upward smile as he shuffles through the ballons, scanning the pictures. "this one's my favourite." you look over at him, his lips now turned into a smirk as he holds up a picture.

you walk over to him before looking at the picture, a giggle escapes your lips as you look up to your boyfriend.

it was a picture of you both in bali, laid in the white sheets of the bed, the duvet was half thrown over, michael's head was resting on your stomach as he hugged your lower half whilst you laid there in a set that matched the color of the sheets, your arms stretched out in front of you as you took the picture off.

"we have to go back there one day" you smile as the memories of the trip come flooding in. you rise on your tiptoes as you let your arms fall around his neck. his hands fall around your waist as you both stand there in silence.

you peer over michael's shoulder, your eyes falling onto your apple watch, you scrolled through, and went on your voice memos, you clicked play on the most recent recording and it started playing through the speakers.

you feel michael smile against your shoulder. biting back a smile, you pull your head back slightly, michael's head turns to you. he places a kiss on your forehead.

the recording that was playing over you both was the first draft of 'bali', the song michael had written, and the song that held a special place in both your hearts.

michael swayed you in his arms as his eyes fell close, yours doing the shame.

"we'll definitely go back" he hums as he hides his face, nuzzling into your neck.

the two of you sway in each other's embrace for a short while before you remembered that michael still hadn't opened up his presents.

so the two of you were now sitting on the couch, michael was opening up his present, and you watched as he was doing so.

"thank you, baby, i loved everything" he beams as he reaches out for you, gently sliding you over to his side. "you're welcome" you smile placing a kiss to the side of his neck. "i do have one more suprise, it's just a small one," you beam before you take your phone out of your pocket.

michael watches you as you pull up to your messages app, pulling up calum's contact.

the last message he had sent was a video attachment. you clicked on it and turned to michael, shuffling closer to him. you stretched your arms out in front of you both before clicking play.

as the video starts, you can feel michael already smiling, a small giggle leaving his lips as he watches his four best friends lined up on a couch.

"happy birthday, mike!" the four of them say collectively. each one of them have around thirty seconds to give a happy birthday message to michael, some of them reminiscent of the past- bring up their shared memories.

and at the end, they finish off with their 'i love you's'

you looked over at michael, who was grinning like a chesire cat.

"you've outdone yourself, this time" michael beams. he pulls you on his laps, your legs now straddled around him.

"i love you, michael."

"i love you too, baby, so much." he places a kiss on your lips. "thank you for everything," he finishes off.

"you deserve it"

happy birthday to michael!

↪ wanted to get this out earlier :/

[prettytoxicrevolver]

5 Seconds of Summer

How to Navigate:

❤ Heart = Fluff  ★ Star = Taylor Swift Song Fic  ⬥ Diamond = My Favorite

Luke Hemmings 

Better Man ❤ ⬥

Ashton Irwin 

Hate 

Shop 

Why Won’t You Love Me ⬥

I Love You 

Nails ❤

Insecure 

Moving Along 

Calum Hood 

Dad ❤

Shut Up 

Heather 

Michael Clifford 

Hair Dye ❤

[phantompoguefangirl]

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

Chapter Eight: RECOVERY

Oh, Florida, please be still tonight

Don't disturb this love of mine

Look how she's so serene

You've gotta help me out

And count the stars to form the lines

And find the words we'll sing in time

I wanna keep her dreaming

It's my one wish

I won't forget this

I'm outdated, overrated

Morning seems so far away

So I'll sing a melody

An hope to God she's listening

Sleeping softly while I sing

And I'll be your memories

Your lullaby for all the times

Hoping that my voice could get it right

If luck is on my side tonight

My clumsy tongue will make it right

And wrists that touch

It isn't much but it's enough

To form imaginary lines

Forget your scars

We'll forget mine

The hours change so fast

Oh, God, please make this last

-I Swear This Time I mean It by Mayday Parade

MICHAEL P.O.V:

While Mia was still in the hospital, the boys and I moved most of her stuff to our house. Ash had brought his friend Sierra with him because she knew Mia pretty well from previous times they hung out and she wanted to help. She took care of the more personal stuff for Mia and brought her a change of clothes to come home in when it was time.

I decided to give up my room for Mia and sleep in Calum's room so she could have her own space. Calum agreed so we put all her stuff in my room and made it look nice for her.

Mia ended up having to be in a wheelchair when she was discharged from the hospital. She could not walk at first and had trouble lifting/moving her arms very much. The doctor said even a few days being unconscious or in a coma could affect Mia's muscle tone and physical abilities quite a lot and with injuries she had, it would be worse. He assigned her to physical therapy and gave us a list of things we could do to help her regain her strength and range of movement.

It was a good few months before Mia was able to walk and move like she used to. I took her to physical therapy twice a week, Sierra helped her with things like showering and getting dressed, and Ashton helped her with the home exercises on the list. Except one exercise, which was to have her stand in water for balance while helping her take steps or move different parts of her body and  once she was healed enough from her surgery, I did that with her as often as we were able to.

This was my favorite thing to do with her during that time because it was the exercise she responded to the most since she loved being in water whenever she could. We had our own pool so we got to do it at home and the guys never bothered us when we were in the pool. At the end of the session, I liked to hold her up so she could float on her back for a bit and relax. The best part was the joy and serenity radiating from her face combined with the way her hair billowed out around her like a halo of fire as she floated in my arms, basking in the feeling of the water and sunlight on her skin. It was quite honestly one of the most ethereal, beautiful things I had ever seen in my entire life.

It was also a very welcome change from the pain and anxiety that her eyes often conveyed. She tried to hide it with her usual positivity and smiles, but I saw through her completely. Relearning how to function while trying to heal emotionally from a traumatic event had been really rough on her.

The first night Mia was home with us, I woke up around 2 or 3am to the sound of her screaming. I'd bolted out of bed and stumbled through the door into what was now her room to find her thrashing around as though she was terrified of something I couldn't see.

"Hey, hey, hey," I said softly as I rushed quietly over to her. I knelt down and touched her shoulder gently, causing her to jump a little as she opened her eyes and took in my presence. "Hey, you're okay. It was just a dream."

"Michael?" She gasped, barely audible due to fear.

"I'm here," I whispered back, stroking her head and brushing her hair out of her face.

She managed to choke my name out again as she reached for me. I pulled her into my arms and rubbed her back as she hyperventilated uncontrollably.

"J-jesse...he- I-" she stuttered into my chest as I felt warm tears drip onto my skin.

"Shhh it's okay," I murmured into her ear as I wrapped my arms around her a little bit more. "It was just a dream. You're safe now, I promise."

I keep whispering reassurances to her and rubbing her back until she stopped shaking and her breathing slowed. I relaxed my arms a little and pulled back to look at her.

"Thank you," Mia mumbled, slowly raising her head to look at me.

"Of course. Any time," I replied, shrugging. Her phone lit up from a silent notification and I noticed the time on the screen so I started to pull my arms away from her. "Um, I should probably let you get back to sleep, though."

She pulled me close in response. "Nooo, don't go."

I raised my eyebrow, confused.

"I just...um...please stay," she said, hesitantly. "I don't want to be alone..."

"Oh...okay," I said, carefully climbing under the covers next to her. She placed her head on my chest and I held her close while running my fingers through her hair.

She didn't seem to fully relax until I began absentmindedly singing a MayDay Parade song under my breath. She fell asleep by the time I got to the second bridge of the song and I followed suit not long after. 

The nightmares happened every single night for the first few weeks, along with  random panic attacks at various times during the day. Ashton and Calum's rooms were on each side of Mia's room so it was usually me or Ash that ran and comforted her, but Calum did a few times and Luke did it whenever he was near her too. A couple of times Ash and I both ended up running to her at the same time so we both stayed to take care of her. We cuddled as a band plenty of times so it wasn't weird for us. We even had group movie nights where we all ended up cuddling and falling asleep together a few times.

Mia was also going to regular therapy along with her physical therapy. After some time, the nightmares and attacks began happening less often and when she was well enough, we decided to bring her on tour with us so she would not have to stay home alone. We also thought a change of scenery might be good for her.

She hadn't travelled much aside from moving here to Cali so she was very excited when we told her. Plus, you know, who wouldn't want to tour with their favorite band? So she spent the last few days before we left enthusiastically packing and planning things to do in our down time, nearly talking our ears off about it in the process.

I honestly thought it was adorable and I couldn't wait to show her all the cool places we've seen and share this experience with her.

@jetblackbritt13 @caityrayeraye

[1980slemasters]

introduction

hi everyone!! i’m 20, from the uk and my pronouns are she/her! i’m mostly new to tumblr, i’ve been on here more for reading other fics rather than posting/interacting myself. but i will hopefully be starting to write on here soon :)

a little bit about me:

i love to write and read. i like going to concerts and i love to travel. i also have just got into cross stitching which i’m really enjoying atm :)

i love music, a few of my fav artists are 5sos (of course), coin, ruel, louis tomlinson, niall horan, harry styles, jonas brothers, flor and måneskin.

i’m a marvel and disney fan too, my favourite disney movie is tangled and my favourite marvel characters are bucky and loki. when it comes to movies/series i do also love watching horror!

i’d love to make some more writing friends, so i’ll try and get some fic posted soon :)

[cryingbansheee]

Someone in this app still writes 5sos imagines/scenarios/stories? Bc I have…ideas…but I can’t bring them to life myself

[little-big-fan]

Michael Clifford Imagines

Título: I Wanna Be Your End Game

Par: Michael Clifford x Leitora

Pedido: não

Palavras: 983

N/a: esse foi um dos meus imagines favoritos de escrever.

💌 Comentários sobre o imagines não sempre bem vindos aqui ou na ask / link para taglist

8 Semanas - Descoberta Da gravidez.

Suspirei fundo ao olhar o teste de gravidez positivo, por um minuto esqueci minha idade e entrei em pânico, mas respirei fundo quando lembrei que tinha quase 30 anos e não  era mais uma adolescente. Mas o pânico voltou pois eu estava grávida do meu melhor amigo, sem saber muito o que fazer mandei uma mensagem para Mike para, pedindo que ele viesse até aqui para que pudéssemos conversar.

Eu andava de um lado ao outro nervosamente, com a ansiedade a mil. Várias coisas passavam na minha cabeça em como seria a reação de Mike, não  importava se ele me odiasse no final da nossa conversa, eu só precisava contar a verdade para ele.

Estava tão nervosa que nem percebi quando Mike chegou e nem se deu o trabalho de tocar a campainha pois ele tinha a chave. 

– S/n quer me falar o que aconteceu, você está me deixando preocupado  –  Mike falou parado na minha frente.

– Você vai me odiar, mas eu preciso te falar isso. – falei chorando

– Não vou te odiar, não importa que você me fale, se você matou alguém eu te ajudo a esconder o corpo – ele falou me fazendo dar risada.

– Não é nada desse nível. 

– Então me fala o que é que está acontecendo – falou limpando as lágrimas do meu rosto. 

– Eu estou gravida,  antes que você me pergunte, sim é seu. Nós não temos relacionamento sei o que não passa de uma amizade colorida, sempre fomos cuidadosos, mas nenhum método é 100% seguro, sempre há riscos, sei que você vai me odiar , mas eu quero ficar com esse bebe, meu bebe.

– S/n respira, calma. Eu não te odeio, não vou te abandonar de jeito nenhum, vou te ajudar a criar essa criança, nossa criança.

Depois de muita conversa Mike e eu decidimos que o melhor seria a gente morar juntos, mesmo nós não estando juntos, ele queria estar presente durante minha gravidez, concordamos também que seria melhor esperar para contar sobre a gravidez para nossos amigos e família.

16 semanas - Dia da Contando para família e amigos.

Alguns dias que contei para Mike sobre a gravidez, fui morar com ele, nos primeiros dias fiquei no quarto de hóspedes, mas Mike me convenceu de ficar no quarto com ele, já que futuramente o quarto de hóspedes viraria o quarto do nosso bebe. Claro que alguns amigos questionaram minha mudança repentina para a casa do Mike e sabia que alguns especulam que finalmente estávamos namorando, mas as coisas não são bem assim, eu amava Michael, mas do que eu queria admitir para mim mesma, mas esse não era o momento certo para isso.   

Contamos para nossa família primeiro sobre a nossa a gravidez, fizemos uma vídeo chamada para contar para os pais de Mike, já que os dois moravam na Austrália, claro que eles nos bombardearam com perguntas, principalmente se estávamos  juntos, explicamos a situação, ambos estavam felizes por saber que seriam avós e prometeram vir para cá antes do bebe nascer. Já a reação da minha mãe foi levemente hilária, já que a mesma ficou super empolgada achando que eu e Mike estávamos namorando, depois de ficar levemente chateada quando eu falei que não era bem isso que eu queria contar, primeiro veio um leve desapontamento ao saber que Mike não seria seu genro, mas ficou empolgada novamente quando falei sobre a gravidez. Já para Cal, Luke e Ash contamos por mensagem no grupo que tínhamos.

22 Semanas - Organizando o quarto do bebe

Assim que descobrimos o sexo do bebe começamos a conversar sobre como seria a organização do quartinho da nossa bebe e sobre qual nome escolheriamos.  A organização do quartinho da nossa pequena Amélia, foi um dos momentos mais divertidos, pois sempre sonhei com isso, acabamos optandamos uma decoração em tons pastéis com desenhos de flores nas paredes, com a decoração pronta  resolvemos postar na internet sobre minha gravidez. 

Claro que fomos bombardeados com perguntas, algumas críticas, e claro que também recebemos vários comentários positivos nos desejando felicidades. 

Michael me tratava como princesa e odiava quando por algum motivo não podia estar por perto para acompanhar minha gravidez, mas tive uma séria conversa com ele, pois ele não poderia abandonar tudo para ficar colado 24hs por dia comigo, disse que eu ficaria bem sem ele quando a banda tivesse shows e entrevistas ou se ele estivesse gravando no estúdio, pois tanto minha mãe e a mãe dele estariam comigo, em casa e bom eu estava grávida e perfeitamente saudável.

32 Semanas - Nosso primeiro eu te amo.

Sexta quando cheguei em casa depois do trabalho me surpreendi ao encontrar Mike na sala de jantar com ela toda arrumada para um jantar romântico.

– Longe de mim estar reclamando, mas o que é tudo isso? – indo até ele 

– Resolvi fazer algo especial para você e também tem algumas coisas que preciso te falar – Acho que ele viu minha cara de espanto então continuou falando – Não é nada de ruim é só algo que venho guardando pra mim e acho que chegou a hora de te contar. Mas vamos jantar primeiro e depois eu falo. 

– Mike não, você tem que me falar agora, não pode me deixar curiosa desse jeito. Eu preciso saber o que é 

– Ok, mas eu preciso que você me prometa que vai deixar que eu fale tudo primeiro e depois você pode falar qualquer coisa. 

– Eu prometo não interromper, agora  me fala logo. – falei meio impaciente pela curiosidade.

– Eu pretendia te falar isso faz tempo, mas então você acabou engravidando e deixei isso quieto para não prejudicar nossa amizade, mas preciso falar isso. S/n eu te amo como nunca amei ninguém, clichê eu sei, mas eu te amo não só como um amigo, eu realmente te amo e convivendo assim tão próximos, morando na mesma casa fica difícil de esconder e por mais que você me odeie ou não depois disso, eu precisava falar.

– Mike eu não te odeio, muito pelo contrário, eu sempre te amei mas nunca tive coragem de falar nada, não queria estragar nossa amizade.

– Isso quer dizer que podemos finalmente falar que estamos namorando – falou se aproximando de mim.

– Sim, podemos. – Falei sem conseguir conter o sorriso.

Taglist: @cachinhos-de-harry / @say-narry / @alanaavelar / @nihstyles

/Juu

[valentiyne]

𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 & 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗌 ☆ 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽

Calum Hood x Famous!Reader Summary: Requested! After 4 years of agreed no contact, one phone call and song takes back all that you've worked for. Warnings: Mild Cursing, Slight of Explicit Content. Word Count: 1k (not rlly proofread lol) Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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"So, Y/n tell us more about Calum Hood"

A name I hadn't heard in exactly 4 years to the very date.

48 months, 1461 days, and 35040 excruciating long fucking hours.

My face immediately lights up at the name nevertheless, brushing my hair behind my ear nervously,

"Hood? I'm not quite sure what this has to do with my upcoming EP coming out at midnight", I breathlessly laugh out, my eyes locking with the interviewer in front of me. My new work titled, "Bittersweet" was launching at midnight, only containing 4 songs to go along with the 4 bittersweet years I've spent away from him. It was hopeless of me to write about him, but he was the only source of inspiration I could find.

"Well you two had a bit of chemistry as far as we know, is that right?"

Sure we did. We spent over 6 years together on and off, but always came back to each other. He was my rock, my everything, but ultimately we knew it wasn't going to work out.

"Sure we did, I mean it was nothing but a mere innocent crush", I cross my legs now, my shaky hands clasped on top of my knees. The crowd was silent as excited fans packed into the small room to hear the soft launch before midnight.

"Well it was surely more than innocent", she motions to the screen next to us. "This picture was taken four years ago in Bali during the second leg of their tour", I mentally roll my eyes but smile anyway. A few people from the crowd squealed as the iconic picture of us in cuddled up on the beach was displayed, the same one he posted himself as an excuse to have me on his page.

"Like I said- It was a small crush" I was trying to convince myself more than everyone else.

I watch as the slideshow continues on, the screen filled with every single moment in time that Calum and I were spotted together across the world. A few innocent ones of us walking next to each other, to one taken on the balcony of a hotel. We were just kids who didn't know what they were doing- lost in the moment together. He will always have a place in my heart. When things ultimately ended, we both agreed to never speak again- it was only weighing each other down.

"Well I thank you for your time, I hope everyone enjoys the album and finds some comfort in the chaos", I stand up abruptly, extending my hand to shake the interviewer's hand. The crowd cheered quietly as I walked off the stage with a slight wave. I needed to get out of here, I felt like a complete idiot working myself up over someone that I no longer talked to.

I slipped past the stage crew as I shuffled out past the backdoors and towards the parking lot, my fingers fumbling with my keys as I tore my driver's door open and plopped down dramatically. The door shut behind me and I sighed to myself loudly,

That was fucking ridiculous, they didn't even ask anything about me. Just about someone I never wanted to mention. Of course, I could talk about him until the end of time, but it wasn't my place to do so anymore. He was playing sold-out shows every other day and had no worry about a girl back home who happened to have matching tattoos with him, right? The tattoo we shared was of a small flower underneath our ribs, the same flower he gave me on our one-year "situationshipversary" as he called it. It was a silly gesture that I treasured, the California wildflower that he pulled over on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway to pick during peak traffic on the way to my house. It now lay inside a small glass bottle hung around my neck, all wilted like our history.

I pull my phone from my purse, scrolling down to the bottom of my contact list, and clicking on the "DO NOT CALL!!!!" number. I hesitantly dial his number and bring it up to my ear,

"Hey! You reached Calum, I'm away from my phone right now but leave a message!", He declined it immediately, either that or his phone was dead. Not quite sure which one makes me feel better. I roll my eyes at the stupid prepubescent voice and turn my phone off.

I tossed my phone down onto my lap and leaned my head against the wheel. I subconsciously wanted to log back into my Instagram and scroll down an update page to find out anything about him. I had no idea what he was up to or who he was with, it's been years since I've last heard his voice.

"You know this isn't good for either of us, Y/n", he rang through my head as I remember standing on his porch in late July.

"Calum, we've been through this so many times- why can't we just try?"

He runs his hand through his freshly cut hair and shakes his head, "It never ends well, I feel like a fucking lost dog who always limps its way back to you.. I just- Fuck- I can't do thi-"

The last thing I remember was the door closing in my face, leaving me all alone with no closure. I could hear him on the other side, a thump on the door indicating he was leaning against it. I tried for the handle, jiggling it a few times before banging on it, begging for him to talk to me. I couldn't stay mad at him forever, as much as I wanted to. I wanted to scream at him, slap him in his beautiful face, and kiss him all at once.

My phone vibrating snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked down,

DO NOT CALL!!!!

My heart skips a beat, staring at my phone on my lap buzzing away. I bit my lip softly, pulling it closer to my face as I accepted the FaceTime call.

The camera was pointing to the ceiling when I answered, his voice booming loudly as he spoke.

"Hello?"

I let let a breath I didn't know I was holding, trying to gather the right words to say. What was I supposed to say after all this time?

"Cal?", my voice is softer than I had hoped for, the word slipping past my lip like it's begging to finally be let out.

"Holy shit", the camera shifts and he props it up against the wall, waving at me with one hand. Calum sits in his studio chair with his old bass in his lap, headphones pushed back against his long curly hair. His eyes are wide as he raises an eyebrow, "Shit, long time no see."

I adjust the camera against my steering wheel and scoot my seat back, allowing for a better view of myself as I smile innocently with an awkward wave. "Hi Cal, how ya been?" I see his eyes travel down to the necklace around my neck, my fingers dancing around the bottle as I speak.

"Shit, Y/n if I'd known it was you calling I would've answered way faster, I just had deleted your number-", he stops himself, looking up with a sympathetic crooked smile before sighing. I raise a hand up to reassure him instead, "Calum", god saying his name tugs at my heartstrings, "It's okay, I get it... we don't have to dance around it.. now what are you up to?"

He was lying, Calum hood was bluffing to my face and I had no idea. After all this time, he still had my contact listed as "My wildflower", but he couldn't dare admit to me that he didn't answer sooner because he was scared.

Scared of what I was going to say

Scared id tell him I found someone new

Scared of seeing or hearing me again

"I'm actually working on a song right now", he laughs and holds the iconic bass up, a small spot right under the strings that once had a star sticker I placed on it- now scraped off.

I make a face, reminding myself that that was the past and I shouldn't dwell on it too much, but seeing him happier without me didn't make me feel like I thought it would. A part of me wished he was as miserable as I was, cooped up in my room writing stupid songs that were confessing my raw feelings.

"What's it about?", I chirp up as he bends down to play a few notes on the keyboard next to him, assuming it's the intro.

"It's about someone that was in my life, uh someone you don't know- she came around afterward", he says slowly, not meeting my eyes through the screen. I just nod in agreement, opening my mouth to speak.

"Would you like to come over for dinner sometime this week?", The words flow out before I had time to think about it. As I wait for his response, I pick at my nails- a habit he absolutely hated. He would smack my hand out of my mouth every chance we were together, telling me "I'd get worms in my belly" I did stop for a while, but my bitten nails were the only reminder he was actually gone.

"Yeah, I would love to!- Look I'll let you go but we'll keep in touch alright?", He speaks quickly, his hand flying down in one swift movement. With that, he ends the FaceTime call and I'm left looking at my reflection. I looked dumbfounded, smiling to myself as wide as I could.

I couldn't let myself fall for this again, for him- we both knew it wasn't going to end well for either of us. But hell it's been 4 years and I've changed as a person, and by the looks of it, he has too.

My phone buzzed once, twice, and then three before I looked back up at it to see three new messages from none other than Hood.

DO NOT CALL!!!!: I kinda lied, you do know the person I wrote it about

DO NOT CALL!!!!: mp3.wildflower.calumdemo.rec

DO NOT CALL!!!!: my wildflower ;)

[lovesosweeet]

hi i would like to write something non-BLU

and a songfic based on know it all by the band camino is at the top of my brain as a shortish series.

[ughkat]

ur camera roll if michael was ur boyfriend ❥

[writersdare]

Question! Angst stories

I need your opinion ♡ When you see "angst" in warnings, do you prefer to know in advance if a story has a happy or sad ending? Can "angst" push you away from reading a story?

[fanfictiongirlie]

5SOS: Drunken Cuddles

Parings: Michael x you

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: My 5sos imagines were all written, maybe ten years ago, the writing standard isn't what my writing is like now. Bare that in mind please. Cringe warning :)

Words: 1,387

You sighed happily to yourself.

You had the house you shared to yourself. You had a big bowel of skittles, and a bunch of films to be watched. This was going to be a very relaxed night. Which you had needed for a while.

Work had been so stressful lately. And as well as work being stressful, your best friend; Michael, who you shared the house with had been on tour for the last few months, so he wasn’t around to help you pay the rent or clean the house. So that added to the stress.

You were so proud of Michael and his band’ 5 Seconds of Summer. They were back from tour now, but had decided to go out to the pub. Mikey had invited you, but you declined, saying you wanted a night in.

~#~#~#~

You looked over to the clock, whilst half way through the film you were watching, and it said 2:41 in the morning. You cursed, getting up from your seat. Thinking about it, you were tired.

You grabbed the now empty bowel and empty bottles of drink and moved them into the kitchen.

Yawning you looked at your phone… Michael should be home soon, probably drunk out of his head. You smiled at the thought; Michael was so adorable whilst he was drunk. He basically turned into a really cuddly kitten.

You walked back into the living room, switching the TV off, and the lights, when you heard the door slam shut.

“Y/N?” Mickey’s voice rung through the house. You sighed walking to the front door. Mikey was standing there, trying to get out of his coat and shoes at the same time.

“Mikey, need some help?” You giggle; he looks up at you and grins. “Yush pleeaasseee” Mikey slurred.

You pulled out each arm from his coat, and pulled the coat away from his shoulders, hanging it on the coat hangers by the door. Next you helped Mikey get his shoes off. 

You had to make him sit on the stairs, but he tumbled down one step, making you giggle. Michael sat there giggling, playing with your hair, as you untied his shoes and took them off.

“Come on mister. Let’s get you a drink of water and some food. And then you can go to sleep” You say, taking his hand and pulling him towards the kitchen.

You poured water into a plastic cup and gave it to Michael, who was now sitting on a chair. He gave you a goofy smile and chugged it down. Making you laugh.

You quickly make Mikey eat a few slices of bread and then dragged him up to him room.

“Think you will be alright now?” You ask, wanting to go back to your room. He nods to you giggling.

You sigh happily, and they goodnight to him. Before going to your bedroom, but before you could close the door, Michael walked in, smiling his arse off.

“Yes Mikey?” You ask. “Need help” He says, pulling at his clothes. You laugh at him; he was so useless when he was drunk.

You peel his tight arse skinny jeans off his legs; Mikey insists that he leaves he socks on, for some odd reason…

After that, you lift his shirt off his head, blushing at the face that he was now standing in front of you, in only boxers and socks.

“Now, go to bed Clifford”

“Nuuu. I wanna sleep wiithh yoooou” He giggles, wrapping his arms around you. You try to push him off, but his strong arms, are securely around you.

“Mikey, come on. I want to sleep” You groan, he nuzzles his head into your neck. “I wanna sleep in here” He says, he did sound a little more sober.

You shake your head, pushing him off, Michael fell to the ground, laughing and rolling onto his stomach. You try and hide a giggle.

“Mikey, just go to your own room” You groan. He shakes his head, getting up from the ground, by grabbing your hand. You sigh and pull him to his feet.

“I wanna sleep wiithh yooou Y/N” He smiled, poking your nose and giggling. You try to stare him down, but failed. You burst out laughing.

“You’re lucky you’re my best friend.”

He grins, jumping into your bed. You smile at him, all cuddled in the covers.

You slid off your shorts and t-shirt. You always slept in your underwear and you wouldn’t let Michael change this.

You switch the light off and climb into the bed, your back facing Michael.

“Cuddle?” Michael’s voice breathed down your ear, making you shiver.

“Mmm, sure Mikey” You answer, already falling asleep. You could tell he was grinning when his arms wrapped around your waist, and his front was now against your back.

It felt really nice. Michael and you had always cuddled, but never in bed, with only underwear on. It was something you wouldn’t mind getting use to actually.

Niggghhhtttt Y/N!” Michael nearly yells. You cringe as his mouth is right next to your ear. “Yes, thanks Michael” You groan.

You take a moment before saying goodnight. “Goodnight Michael” You finally say, and snuggle in closer, relaxing into Michael’s warm touch. 

~#~#~#~

Michael groaned as he felt his body waking up, the burn from the alcohol last night caught up with him, and his head felt like it was on fire.

He moves his body against the bed, but then realises there is another body. He groaned again, thinking he had brought a girl home.

He slowly opened his eyes, careful of the lighting in the room. He looked around confused, to see he was in your room.

Michael turned his head to see you lying contently in his arms. His lips lifted into a small smile when he saw how relaxed you looked. Michael took a deep breath and stroked a strand of hair away from your face.

“Y/N you are so beautiful” He whispers, before, removing his arms gently, and hopping off the bed.

Michael jogs down the stairs, hissing from the pain in his body. He made a mental note to never go out drinking with Calum again.

He walks into the kitchen to make his breakfast and then to lay on the couch…

~#~#~#~

Your feet touch the floor of your bedroom, your arms stretching above your head and a huge yawn erupting from your lips.

You left the bedroom, looking in Michael’s room, not to see him there.

Confused, you jogged down the stairs, to see Michael on the couch; you smiled and walked to him. Sitting next to him.

“Hey cutie!” You say loudly, making him groan. “I hate you” He grumbles.

“You didn’t hate me last night when you kept trying to cuddle me” You answer, giving him a playful glare.

Michael groaned and sat up. “Did I really?”

You nodded, giggling. But then you stopped.

“Michael, you think I’m beautiful?” You ask, quietly. Causing him to turn his head to you and look at you like he was bunny in head lights.

“Mikey?” You say, giggling. Michael smiles at you. “I love you little giggle, and yes I think you are so beautiful”

You can feel your cheeks heating up. Michael is still staring at you, which makes you laugh and look down to your hands.

You feel Michael’s hand on your chin lifting you up.

“Y/N Can I kiss you?” He asks, in the littlest whisper, you nod once and then suddenly, his lips on are on yours. Moving gently against yours.

Michael’s hands slowly and swiftly snaked around you waist, he lifted you onto his lap, pulling you close to him, as your lips moved against his.

The urge to breath became too much, so you both pulled away. The pair of you, laughing breathlessly.

“That was nice” You whisper. Michael nods in agreement.

“You know Y/N I really like you. More than friends I mean” Michael squeaks.

You laugh at him “Well obviously. You wouldn’t have done that other-wise.” You stop and brush your hand through his amazing purple hair.

“I like you a lot too Mikey”

Michael grins and wraps his arms around you for a hug. “Yay, can we kiss again babe?” He asks, with a goofy smile.

You giggle, and smirk at him. “Sure thing Mikey”