#michael clifford reader insert

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[babydollfoster]

does anyone want me to post my incomplete slowburn fics that i may or may not pick up in the future (check tags for options!)

or will they just stay in my google docs

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

If you're still taking requests, could you do one where the reader is Michael's fuck buddy and a fan records them on a date hanging out and someone recognizes the reader and basically get exposed and idk make it angsty where Michael accuses the reader of purposely exposing them or soemething and they end things and there's a time jump and idk I'm just in a angsty mood lmao

Written for Graduation Blurb Weekend. Today, May 8th 2022, is the last day to request. 

Gender Neutral Reader Insert. CW: 18+ Content (Smut/Smut Adjacent).  Read more is higher up for this reason! 

Down We Fall

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You kiss at Michael’s jaw, lips scratched just a little by the beard he’s been growing over the last few weeks. You invite the feeling, the slight burn because behind that is the warmth in your gut as his hips rut into you. 

“Fuck, baby,” he gapes into your skin. His breath is hot, his own body tingling and succumbing to the pleasure your body is giving his. 

A small whine leaves your throat. “Please,” you whisper. The edge of release is teasing you with Michael’s painfully slow but hard thrust. You know he wants you there, begging him. He loves it. You wonder if he loves it because it makes him feel wanted. But you are happy to give into him, happy to make him feel euphoric even if it’s only for these fleeting moments. 

“Please what?” Michael grunts pulling out of you. 

“Please use me.” Your begging is punctuated by a thrust. “Yes, use me.”

Michael watches your mouth hanging open, head tilting back. Your throat looks back at him, the hickeys he planted there earlier are starting to blossom. His stomach flutters at the darkening skin. You are utterly gone beneath him. You are nothing but your desires, nothing but the heat in your gut, and the heat that you two share and Michael adores watching you like this. 

Your release crashes through you. Watching you squirm, body tensing and relaxing in his arms. spurs Michael to finish soon behind you. His weight falls to the side of you after a moment of the haze starting to clear. You lay there for a minute longer and when the bed dips, you sit up, running your hands over your face. You’re trying to come back to yourself, trying to blink away the last few edges of ecstasy. 

There’s still the whole afternoon. The errands you need to run--dropping off mail, groceries, stopping by your parents house to the family dinner that you said you’d attend since you dipped out last month. You weren’t looking forward to that part, but you had agreed and knew backing up the day of would surely have your father calling to gently urge you to at least call your mother. 

Those are all the things that enter your mind that make it easier to peel yourself out of Michael’s bed. Not that you needed much prompting. The arrangement between the two of you was well understood even if it was understated. You hung out with Michael, slept with him, but never really pushed for more. He hung out with you. He slept with you, but also didn’t ask for more. Post his breakup, Michael had approached you one night. You wish you could say it was a mostly sober thing. Both of you were high, having ducked some of the guys to sit on Michael’s back porch and blew smoke into the seemingly starless night. 

“You hungry?” Michael asks as the two of you pass each other. Him on his way out of the bathroom and you on your way into it. 

“The usual?” you return over your shoulder. 

“Of course. My treat.” Michael watches you as you walk through the threshold. 

“Oh, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were taking me out on a date.” Your voice floats out from the bathroom. 

He smiles a little and catches the flutter in his chest. Did he want to take you out on a date? Could what the two of you have even lead to something more? “Don’t tempt me. All I need is the word,” he returns. 

“Of course.” You return from the bathroom a few minutes later to Michael halfway dressed. You watch the muscles of his back as he buttons up the pants. You should not be trying to savor this moment, and yet you are. You quickly find your clothes and redress yourself. There’s no time for feelings here. No time. 

You follow behind Michael through the streets. You need your car because once the two of you are done eating you’ve got to get your day rolling. Normally, you might’ve gotten all your errands done earlier, but you’d been with Michael last night too. And by the time you got home, you had another time from him, asking you to come back again today. There was no way you were going to say no. 

The restaurant doesn’t seem busy just yet, but you know that the lunch rush will be coming in the next half hour. So you and Michael order quickly and take your food to a table near the back to eat. Something you noticed Michael choosing to do a lot with you lately. But again, you know given his life and the fans, anything they could get their noses into the fans would. So you settle for the back table. 

“Looking forward you family dinner?” Michael asks and he smiles a little already knowing the answer. 

You scoff, dipping your fries into the ketchup. “So ready.” Sarcasm drips from the words and Michael snickers. 

“You could always lie,” he offers. “Your neck isn’t looking so hot from this angle.”

You’d seen the hickeys and already figured you’d have to find a collared shirt or dig out something else to hide them as you were cleaning up earlier. “Yeah, and I wonder who put them there,” you counter, watching Michael duck his head a little. But you catch the rosy tint to his cheeks at your jest. 

“What’s on your agenda for today?”

“Soak up the last few days of paradise. Tour rehearsals start next week.”

You nod. “UK and Europe is first, right?”

“Yeah, after that, the Americas and…” he trails off for a moment, trying to recall what’s next after the South American and North American legs. But his memory is failing him. You look behind him, back into the sea of the place and notice a group of girls huddled closely together. For a moment, you think they might just be friends huddling to gossip together, but a phone moves in closer in the direction of you and Michael and the whole group looks up at you. 

You smile in return and they quickly look away, but you return your attention back to Michael. He’s still going on about all the places for tour but you quietly interrupt. “Don’t look now but your six, my twelve, are definitely some fans.”

A small sigh escapes Michael. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone would recognize us.”

You shrug. “It’s your world Michael. I’m not mad. They don’t seem to be moving in. Just recording I think.”

It still causes Michael a small moment of discomfort. He was used to being recorded, knowingly and unknowingly. While the latter situation wasn’t okay, he’d just gotten used to it. But the thing he didn’t want was for you to fall victim to it either. 

“Do you want to grab some boxes and then jet? I don’t--I don’t know how you feel about being filmed?”

You shrug, taking a bite of the sandwich. The action alone answers his question and the two of you stay seated and finish your meal. As you leave, Michael behind you, you in front, you spot the girls and give them one last smile to hopefully ease any tensions. They nod in return and then fall back into each other. 

Michael watches the exchange only in passing and gives a smile too to the group. He’ll stop if they stop him, but if they don’t, he’ll keep going as to not put you in anymore awkward situations. He walks you to your car, his leftovers in his hand. “Don’t burn down your parents house alright?”

You lean up against the driver side door. “No promises.”

“I expect nothing less.”

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Two days before Michael leaves for tour, he calls you late into the night. You know by the pant and whine in his voice what he is calling you for. You pause your work on your dishes and lean into the counter. “Take one hand and drag it up to your nipples, baby,” you whisper into the phone. 

You listen for the exhale to crackle through the phone to let you know that Michael’s following the command. “It’s not the same,” he whines out a few minutes later, cock in his fist. “God, you’ve spoiled me.”

“I’m a ruiner. Now take your free hand and move down to your sac.”

Michael groans into the phone; he sounds a little muffled and you think he might be wearing his bluetooth headphones to have both hands free. But you listen for the harsh exhales and the curses Michael breathes out. 

“Good-be good for me,” you command. 

“I will. I am,” he returns. 

You talk Michael through his orgasms and you clench at the sound of his haggard grunts and moans at his climax. “Wish I was there with you.”

“You could be,” he counters. Part of him wants you to be here, wants you to see him off. But feelings aren’t supposed to be a part of this.

“If you have tomorrow, I can be,” you offer. 

“I’ll always have time for you,” Michael whispers. 

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You show up to Michael’s place the next day not too bright in the morning and when Michael answers the door, there’s a bit of sweat on his forehead. “Perfect timing,” he laughs. “Just got back from dog’s walk.”

You nod, adjusting the strap of your bag up onto your shoulder and step through the door as Michael steps to the side. “It’s like I’m a God,” you tease. 

The late morning and early afternoon are spent buried in each other. From shower, to bedroom, to kitchen, Michael takes everything he can from you and you happily give it. You take what you can from Michael too. As the late afternoon turns into early evening, Michael suggests going out for dinner. He’s eaten through most of what’s in his house and what he knows will go back in his time away. Though he has friends checking up on the house in shifts, Michael made strides not to leave anything that would spoil. You happily agree to the dinner and refresh quickly. 

The two of you barely get your drinks that you ordered before you spy someone holding out their phone. You look more directly in the direction and the phone is quickly lowered, when it’s clear you’re watching. Michael noticing your distracted attention looks over his shoulder and sees a couple people ducking closer together. 

“Again?” he sighs. 

You shrug. “Appears so.”

He looks back to you and spies you on your phone. “How do they keep finding us?”

You give another disinterested shrug. You know that the universe has a funny way of working and you’re not necessarily in the mindset to figure out the way it works. Michael keeps watch and he wants to take your unconcern to mean that you’re okay. 

“I-I don’t want this to come across the wrong way,” Michael starts. 

You set your phone down, having texted your brother back that you’re not at home for him to come by. You don’t tell him where you are, but instead offer to pick him up on the weekend. Your eyebrow arches. “You do realize that whatever you’re about to say is now like 2 times more likely to come across wrong.” You punctuate the sentence with a small laugh and motion for Michael to continue on. 

“Do-do you know how we keep getting spotted?” He doesn’t want to believe you’re setting this up. But it’s starting to feel too much of a coincidence. The last thing he needs are rumors even before he’s ready to admit anything. 

You blink, shaking your head for a second. “Are you asking if I’m leaking where we are?” You keep your voice low but push each sentence out through your teeth. 

“I-I don’t--Look, I like hanging out with you and I like what we have. But if you want something or are trying to push for more, then I-I need to have an actual conversation. I don’t need leaks. And I don’t want this to sound like I’m accusing you. I mean coincidences do happen. But I-I just need to know you’re not doing this.”

You throw your phone at Michael and it hits the table with a harsh thud. The silverware shakes and clatters against each other. Michael tries to catch the device to soften the blow it’ll endure on the table. You’ve given him the passcode on a few occasions. “Check. Fucking check to see if I’m doing anything nefarious. We’ve been doing whatever this is, fucking and hanging out for months now. And yes, maybe I’m not sure if more is being built but the thing I would never do is out you and your location. As much as your fans are supportive, some are entitled. That puts you in danger. The last thing I want is to put you in harm’s way.”

Your hands shake a little in your lap. How could Michael come to any sort of thought that you’d be selfish enough to want your face connected to him by such manipulation and trickery? 

“I’m-I’m sorry. I just, I had to ask. Please I believe you, okay. I’m sorry.” He places your phone down on your side of the table. Your eyes are narrowed in on him and he can see the tension in your jaw. The way you’re pushing out each exhale through your nostrils. 

You wish now you’d driven here yourself. You rode with Michael, but sitting across from him is making your blood boil. “No, I want you to fucking check.” You unlock your phone and it takes all your strength not to chuck it at his chest. You hold it out and Michael shakily accepts the device. “Start with my latest text message. See who it was too.”

Michael taps on the Messages icon and then he sees your brother as your top thread. “It’s your brother.”

“Click on his name. Open up to make sure  it’s his number.”

Michael does as instructed and verifies that it is the same number he has in his phone. “It’s his number.”

“Read my text to him.”

Michael goes back to the thread. “‘Not home tonight. But I can get you Saturday. Want a sibling ice cream date or is it bad at home?’” 

Your parents had started to get into more verbal fights since you left home. Your brother, at sixteen, was stuck there and did his best to get out of the house when he could. You had chosen Michael and it sucks to know that he’s at home listening to fights. But you’d always rescue him when you could. 

“Huh, sounds an awful like me being the big sibling here and wanting to save my brother from the fucking hellhole that our house has become for him. Find the next text thread. Go to my instagram. See who I’ve been DMing.”

Michael looks up to you, sees the fire in your eyes. “I believe you.”

“Check,” you return. 

He sighs, swipes and finds the IG app on the second page. It takes a moment to load and when it does, he hovers over the message tab. “I don’t want to do this. It was wrong of me to phrase it like that.”

“Check.”

The tears are stinging behind his eyes because he knows. He knows that he won’t find anything. He knows that you’re doing this because every ounce of you is burning. “I can’t. I know. I’m sorry.”

You push away from the table, the glasses and plates clatter. You stop at his side and tap onto the icon. Even if Michael wanted to look, he can’t make out much from the screen as his eyes fill with more tears. You tap through the threads. “College roommate--they just graduated with a Masters. Friend from high school. They just had a kid.” And down and down the threads you go. When you’ve exhausted the threads from the last few months, you go to your camera roll. You go to Twitter. You show him your likes, your DMs there too. 

With you standing in the middle of the back corner, you know you’re definitely causing a scene now. When you’ve exhausted every corner of your phone, Facebook, Snapchat, event the Camera Roll. You make sure to show even the deleted photos, the nudes you know too are on Michael’s phone, the silly memes you’ve needed to clear out for ages. You show him everything. All Michael does is mutter out his apologizes. 

You take your phone in return. “Finish your dinner. When you get home, I won’t be there. I hope the tour is amazing. I hope each show is fucking incredible; I think your fans deserve an amazing show. But I fucking hope you miss me with each show too. I fucking hope when you look at them, you think about what you accused me of.” 

You don’t wait for a rebuttal, only strut your way to the front and put in Michael’s address for the Uber. 

Michael stares down at the table and watches each teardrop fall. He doesn’t order anything. Just counts the seconds. He imagines you in the back of the Uber, storming into his house, Throwing your bag back together. He imagines how you probably do say goodbye to the dogs and when you’re done, hold onto the spare key. 

Half an hour later, Michael stands from the table, face pink and eyes full of tears that will spill soon. He makes sure to leave a large tip for the server and settles into his car. True to your word, when he returns, you are not there. He climbs the steps of his porch and tape to the door is a note. 

Plant pot. Michael tilts up the pot on the front steps and sees not just one but two spare keys. 

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You check your phone and notice the almost daily voicemail from Michael. Three weeks, 19 messages. Most of the early ones are apologies, Michael breathing heavily as he tries to keep back tears. You expect the same today. Though you never reply to him, never let him know you’ve got them, you listen to every single one of them. 

As you press play, you continue your pour of the cup of water. Your brother laughs in the background as the show continues on. “Hey. I think you’re sick of my apologies if you’re listening to these. So I’ll skip my blubbering session and get to the meat of it. I do miss you. Every show has been mind-bogglingly incredible. I’m happy to see the fans. They have such great energy. But I see you in the crowd every night. You are haunting each and every show we do. Because I want you to be there. I want you to witness it too. I don’t know what spell you’ve cast, but your face haunts every show. Your cheer echoes in their cheer. Your smile lingers behind their smiles. You are in everything and I should’ve-I should’ve given you more benefit of the doubt. I was paranoid. I kept wanting you more and more, and in less physically intimate way. I wanted to tell you about Moose’s funny face. I wanted to tell you about the new recipes I tried and nailed. I wanted to talk to you about your day and listen to every single word you spoke because I wanted you in the emotionally intimate sense. I wanted to lie next you at night and talk about where we’d be in 5 years, if we’d have kids together, what a wedding could look like for us. I wanted to bake banana bread with you and play video games with your brother to show him I cared about him too. I wanted to go to family dinners with you and shield you and your brother from your mother’s comments. I wanted so much with you and I was too fucking scared to say anything, to admit that. And so now the ghost of you buries every high moment because I’m not sharing it with the actual you. I hope you’re doing better out there.”

The message ends. You play it back, listening to Michael’s voice with your eyes closed. 

I hope you’re doing better out there. 

[fangirl-everythang]

Mirrors C.T.H

Summary: Calum and Y/n's schedules haven't lined up in a while. When they finally do, Calum decides to try a reflective persuasion if you will.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Swearing, Spit, Slapping( well maybe one), Just lots of smut.

Word Count: 2691

A/N: This was inspired by @ContentCalum on Instagram. 10/10 recommend for short blurbs. (ALSO posted on Wattpad)

Can't wait to see you, princess, xxx.

That was the last text I got from Calum after he told me he was coming home. Today was my day off so I spent the day doing some housework. The four of them really do a number when they're together. Recently our schedules haven't been matching and I rarely see him. Just brief periods between my early work schedule and his unpredictable night/ whenever the fuck Michael wakes up studio times haven't left us much time together.

While that's in the oven I can shower. Deciding against pajamas I just grab one of Calums shirts because it smells just like him. Usually, I wouldn't wear a bra but a bralette won't hurt. With the hot steam rolling down the sides of the shower,  I let the water hit my sore muscles. Work has been overly stressful. Between this new launch and creating a new marketing scheme, you would think we were planning the Met Gala. Putting those thoughts work thoughts aside, lathering and scrubbing every area of my body that has seen this house today. Afterward gotta lotion up because ashyness is not an option, sliding on the matching lace panties and Calums shirt that comes down to my mid-thigh.

Going back downstairs to turn the oven off I get started on the sides. Cauliflower mac and cheese isn't as bad as it seems, hopefully. "Duke do you think your daddy will notice?" He looks at me with those cute eyes, not a care in the world, guess not. The sound of the door opening has Duke happily barking and running away from me. Following not too far behind our fury son I see Calum kneel next to Duke.

"Hey Bud, did you miss me?" he asks playfully petting the sweet creature. He cuddles into Calum further when he looks up at me, "Hi princess."

"You know I think it's unfair when you ask Duke does he miss you when I'm standing right here." I grin. He stands up grabbing my waist "Well I know you missed me love." he smiles.

"Did I? You're kind of annoying." He gasps playfully holding his heart. Leaning my head back I reach up to kiss him. He takes his time bringing his lips to mine so I put my hands on his cheek and bring him closer. His soft lips against mine send me into a frenzy. God, I've missed him like crazy. Parting all too soon he leans his forehead on mine. "I love you." he rasps.

"I love you too bub." I grin going back into the kitchen. "Did you want to eat first or?" I ask looking at him questioningly.

"It's 4 pm Y/n." he chuckles. Well, we can eat later then, he concludes.

"Well, it's our first time together in forever, what now?" He has a smirk on his face and reaches for my wrist. "What is it Cal?"  he walks away and up the stairs leaving me to follow him. I should turn the oven off. Glancing over to Duke he's in his little bed laying down. Being so cute I had to take a picture...or three. Taking my time up the stairs to admire the pictures of the cute doggo, "Cal look at these pictures of Du-What are you doing?" He continues to play with the reflective furniture.

"Do you know how good you look in the mirror? I couldn't stop thinking about all the dirty pictures you sent me," He stares at me through the mirror. "You're lucky I wasn't here babygirl." My cheeks flush as he pushes me closer to see our reflections dancing in the mirror with a tight hold on my hips.

"You're my distraction," he whispers as he slowly begins sucking underneath my ear, leaving kisses down my neck. My heart rate increases as his tongue touches a sensitive spot, shivers running down my spine. "As much as I want to tell you how beautiful you are, well you've been a bad girl hmm?" His hand lightly trails across my neck, his eye contact never leaving as he snakes his other hand towards my front over my clothed womanhood. "Answer me." His grip becoming more firm on my neck.

"Yes daddy." he hums in approval as he lifts his shirt above his head exposing his tan torso. "Look at how sexy you are baby." but he didn't seem satisfied when my eyes stay glued to the ground. He could have any girl he wanted and yet he chose me. I'm not skinny whatsoever. I have more tits than ass and rolls for days. The stretchmarks that litter my body don't bother me but most aspects of everything else does. His hand reaches for my hair in a tight fist forcing me to look up at our reflection, my core aching at the sudden pull.  "I'm speaking to you." he says very sternly, "I guess I'll just have to make you listen."

Stripping himself of his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror he opens his legs and pats me over. "Sit." I obey him, anticipation building in my core. His hands roam my body freely lingering wherever they please. He begins attacking my neck slowly dragging his finger across my thigh "Look at you, acting like a good girl hmm?" he moves the cotton fabric up to my waist giving him a view of my panties from the mirror "'gonna be good for daddy?"

I nod silently, he shakes his head in a disapproving manner. "Use your words Love."

"I'll be good for you daddy." he hums in approval, spreading my legs apart. He traces his finger along the outskirts of my panties, my hips thrusting lightly "excited now are we?" he smirks looking at the wet spot through the mirror. Calum slides the thin material to the side, lightly grazing my clit. My eyes momentarily closing at the brief touch before his other calloused hand reaches up, grabbing my jaw, forcing me to to look up. "You're going to watch as I tease your cunt. You're going to cum on my fingers, then you'll watch as I devour your pussy. Close your eyes even once and I'll force another out of you. Got it?" He has a fire blazing behind his golden-brown orbs.

"Yes sir." nodding along as his fingers begin tapping on my clit. "Good girl," he whispers before dipping his middle finger into my sex, the digit easily slipping in. "Nuh that way." he reminds me once more to look up into the mirror. The glass allowing me to see everything at once, the way he looks at me hungrily, his slender finger shining with my arousal. I can see his other hand going to reach for my breast before I feel it, the mere fact causing a moan to leave my lips.

"Awwwe you like watching yourself being played with huh?" he maintains eye contact with me through the mirror, as he adds another finger into my throbbing hole. His length pressing into my back, hardening with every sound from my mouth. "Rub your clit y/n."

My hand following his orders adding more sensation to my building orgasm. The scene before me so pleasingly intimate and erotic.  "Cal I'm goin-" My back arching into him as my orgasm takes complete control of my body, his eyes on me every step of the way.

He brings his fingers to my lips, allowing me to taste myself, whimpering himself when I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking them as if they were his member.  I release them, clean, turning to face him.  "I thought I told you-" I lean forward straddling his waist, kissing him roughly. "I know but I want to please you too Cal." Before he can respond I gently slip off the bed, face to groin. I pull down his boxers just enough to release his straining cock, gently stroking it in my palm.  "Let me take care of you," I smile at him, pressing a kiss to the side of his shaft "Please daddy." He groans, swiping his thumb over my lip and nodding. We've been apart far too long, aching to taste him once more.

I lick his shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, he lets out a sigh of relief, embedding his hand through my hair.  "Mhmmm just like that princess." He moans as I take most of him in my mouth, cupping his balls and pressing my forefinger lightly on the skin between the two. The feeling of him in my mouth forces my mind to wonder about him being inside of me, stretching me in the best of ways, a moan finds its way out from my throat around Calum causing his hips to thrust more. I clench my thighs together to provide some friction for my thoughts, I reach my hand between my legs relieving myself from all the arousal. "Get up." he demands, seeming almost angry. Not wanting to question him I rise confused by the sudden change of tone, knowing better than to say anything.

He removes any fabric left covering my body aggressively, not saying a word.  Pushing me back till my knees cave against the bed causing me to fall back onto our shared mattress. He places himself between my legs, rubbing his length along my core painfully slow. "Please, I need you Cal."  He continues gazing at me through his lust filled orbs, desire seeping from his pores. He pushes his tip in and then taking it out, the feeling gone as soon as it had appeared. A whine erupted from my lips, he chuckled to himself. "Remind me again y/n," he states in a hushed tone, "Are you to touch yourself without my permission?" He looks at me, his finger dancing over my sensitive nub but neglecting it furthermore. Accepting my silence for an answer, "And yet you did." His head dips down encapsulating my nipple in his mouth, a breathy moan leaving my lips as his hands roam my body freely. My hips thrusting trying to create some- any friction. "Cal I won't do it ever again, just please- please fuck me daddy. " A stinging on my cheek causing a gasp to leave my lips, surprised by this side of Calum. Still shocked, he places his hand firmly on my cheek pushing my face into the mattress. The only thing in view is the mirror with his gorgeously tanned tattooed body on top of mine, hand still placed on my face. He leans in dangerously close, moving a strand of hair aside slowly, his fingertip leaving the slightest touch before putting his hand back with the same pressure as before, "Now watch sweetheart." he darkly whispers.

Before I could question it his entire length thrust in me at once, a broken moan escaping me. With the side view, I can see him pounding into me, each thrust harder than the last. "Fuck- so wet hmmm, such a good whore." he moans, I nod under his hand clenching walls around him, tilting my pelvis to meet his. He removes his hand from my face to apply pressure to my clit, hitting a particularly blissful combination.  "Fuck Cal right there!" I scream as the bedrocks underneath our sweaty bodies. He slows his movements savoring the view before him, his good girl-now fucking onto him, desperate for release. Her hair frizzy, eyes fluttering from excessive pleasure, he never wanted it to end. "I love you y/n."

"I love you too Calum." I reach up grabbing his neck to pull him back to me, our lips meeting once more passionately while he thrust into me again. He presses my body closer to his as my legs wrap around him for dear life, my hands holding onto his as if he'd disappear. "Can I cum please?"  He grunts, nodding his head in approval of my very much needed release. Unable to focus on anything but the eruption of pleasure from my core, repeating a slur of Calums name over and over again like it is the only thing I've ever known. His release following shortly after, the warmth of his seed filling me. His panting is my focal point upon return, watching as each breath falls from his swollen plump lips. I giggle moving some of his sweat-coated hair from his face, "Welcome home Mr.Hood." He smiles laughing at my gesture, "Quite the welcome it is Miss Y/L/N" He pulls my face forward once more placing a soft kiss to my lips, which is happily returned before he pulls me to the edge of the bed, still seemingly connected, placing me dead center in front of the mirror once more. Looking at him with a curious glance, he notions to the mirror as I watch his every move. He pulls his softening member from my core, a gasp leaving my lips due to the newfound vacancy.

His eyes never leaving mine as the smirk on his face grows, kneeling between my thighs. I lean up on my forearms to see both him and the reflection better, the handsome bassist looping his arms around my legs, keeping me in place. "Look how pretty baby." He says watching our fluids drip out of me, his tone of admiration never wavering. My hips jut back as he strokes over my clit, still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm just moments before.  As I retract my pussy away from his devilish grin he rumbles a low growl, attaching his lips to my center, his wide hands gripping my hips with brisk strength-leaving prints in their path. His tongue lapping my hole over and over again. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, the scissoring motion driving me on edge once more.  He leans over me, tapping on my lips to which I comply with his wishes, opening my mouth. He smiles before releasing the cum-mixed spit down my throat, swallowing our combined fluids moaning as he returns his mouth to my pussy. My wetness glistening all over his face as he continues to but himself in me. Seeing his back muscles contract in the mirror each time he moves, watching him devour me in the most sinful of ways. I can see it all, moans leaving my lips between my pleas for him to stop his assault but nonetheless, he persists until my legs are a quivering mess around his head. My bare breast rising with every sharp inhale, my back arching further into him, hoping to get away but he keeps me planted there in front of him.

"I need to- Cal can I-I- fuck please" The words barely able to leave my lips, he stares at me nodding but never removing himself from my core. My orgasm ripples through me, forcing my body to compromise, stiffening as I release on Calum's tongue. My hips riding his tongue exactly where I need him as my fingers grip at his hair, hearing him moan at the feeling sending an aftershock of vibrations through my center.  An unholy slurping noise from Calum is the last thing to be heard as he joins me again on the bed, pulling me into him. His lips providing every emotion needed. "I missed you."

I laugh at his cute post-sex neediness, "I missed you too Cal." He pats my head, letting his hands rake through the mess of hair on top of my head as I trace over his feather tattoo. "Did I ever tell you how good you taste?" he murmurs, shrugging lightly to himself, "Fucking delicious." His hands lingering the curves of my body before he places two fingers on my clit. "No, no, no not again." I chuckle pushing him away as my body shudders from the sensation.

"Hmmm I suppose we'll have more time today." he rasps. "Indeed we will." I smile placing a kiss on his cheek. Let's just say the night was more than eventful, happy to be in each other presence again.

A/N:

WOW long time no see! I can't wait to get back into the flow of writing and now that the semester is over I have more time lol.

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xoxo-Janelle

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Strings Attached (m.c)

Pairing: Michael Clifford X Reader

Summary: It’s been four months since your break up with Michael, but you still have to give him one last birthday gift. ~ A small piece for @devilatmydoor and @blackbutterfliescal Michael’s birthday celebration ❤️🦋

Warnings: Soft Angst, language, overthinking, some bad grammar probably (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 1.9 k

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You have to stop staring. It’s been half an hour already, probably even more. It’s almost pathetic, but you had to make a choice and it’s a matter of now or never. Though, you had to admit that the “never” option sounds really good at the moment.

You groan as you run your hand through your hair and turn around, away from the object that had you in this horrible dilema.

You have to give it to him, you have to. It’s his, after all. You bought it for him but how the hell could you know what would have happened just a few days later?

The fight started like any other, the usual ones you used to have whenever he came late from the studio or forgot an important date. Although this time you can’t really seem to remember the reason you both lit the match that ended up burning your little world. All you can remember is walking away and slamming the door on your way out. And just like that, it was over.

Almost three years of relationship thrown away by some harsh words and invalidated feelings. At least you could say it was mutual, you needed to get away and he didn’t stop you. Would you have stayed if he did? You knew the answer was yes.

The first few days after the break up were filled with angry emotions and bad coping mechanisms, yet once it all became real you realized the mistake that you both made. You were burned out, stressed and too tired and angry to have a normal conversation, and, suddenly without realizing, the spark became a fire and it was too late to salvage anything. The damage was done and you regret every single word as you saw the ashes fall once it was over.

You can’t deny the disappointment of him not calling, but, to be fair, you haven’t called either. You two can be very stubborn, you are alike that way. The thought of “maybe this was for the best” came as it went. How can this be for the best when you are still in love with him?

You miss him, with every beat of your heart you miss him and long for him and his touch. Not even when he went away for months on ends you missed him this much. Of course, whenever he had to leave you were reassured of his love for you. You were his and he was yours. No doubts, no walking away. And yet, you did.

The guilt of it all consumed you. And maybe, just maybe, this object could be the chance you needed to fix everything you once had.

“Oh, fuck it” You said in a sigh.

You grabbed the heavy object and walked up to your car, placing it carefully on the back seat, stopping only to take a look at yourself on the reflection of the window. You were set on what you were going to do, yet you still failed to hide the fear in your eyes.

What if he started over? What if you don’t have a place in his heart anymore? Maybe he doesn't even miss you as much as you do. Maybe he doesn’t miss you at all and you will just ruin everything for him today. Could he still love you still?

Shaking those thoughts away, you open the driver’s door and start your way towards the house you once (and still hope to) call home. There was no time to back up now. You had to do this, if not to fix it then to find some closure to all of this mess.

The music on the radio served as background noise to the thousand scenarios you created in your head, not all of them with a happy ending; but you still stayed hopeful, you had to be.

Your heart skipped a beat as you pulled on the too familiar driveway, the feeling of being so close and yet so far made your stomach rumble with anxiety. But you felt an odd sense of calm as you stepped out of your car, almost like coming back home after so long of being lost by your own mistakes and missteps.

You rehearsed the words you wanted to say to him in your head without realizing that your hand acted on its own and already knocked on the door, so once you saw him open the door and stand in front of you, you were a loss of words.

“Michael…” You breathed, the shock of seeing him became too much.

He was standing there, his hair was longer and a bit unkempt. His scruffy beard framed his face and made him look more mature, you always loved his beard and how it tickled every time he kissed your cheek. You almost smiled at that thought before you remember why you were there “Hi”

“Hi,” Michael said softly, almost like a whisper. The surprise was evident in his eyes as he looked you up and down. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you lowered your gaze and noticed that he was still wearing the hoodie you gifted him a few years back “Wh- what are you doing here?”

You winced at the sound of his voice, it did not sound like him at all. The Michael you knew was always loud when in public, his bubbly laugh filling any silence there was and, when in private, his voice would always be soft, loving and calming. That was the Michael you knew, not this timid and broken man that was standing in front of you.

“I-” You started, but soon had to clear your throat as your voice sounded as weak and scared as you felt “Happy Birthday, Mikey” You offered instead.

Michael’s green eyes soften at the words. He hasn’t heard from you in months, yet he somehow knew, hoped even, that you wouldn’t forget him today “Thank you” He murmured, gaze gracing the floor.

You wanted nothing more than to hug him and hold him tight, you had to physically fight every urge in you to do so.

“I have something for you” You said with a more uplifting tone, trying to comfort him this way.

“Babe-” He said before realizing “Sorry. You didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to” You rushed before you dwell on the way he called you, feeling your heart grow with love “I mean, I already had it and I’m not really sure what to do with it since it’s yours and well, I can’t really use it and I really want you to have it so you-” You sighed. You were rambling and it didn’t make any sense right now “Just… It’s in the car. Michael, please?” You pleaded.

He sighed as he nodded his head. Seeing you has taken a toll on him since you were the last person he expected to see today, or ever if he was being honest. It gave him too many memories, too much hope.

Keeping his distance, he walked with you towards your car. He could tell you were nervous, he guessed it was because you didn’t want to be here in the first place but you wanted to get rid of whatever was in the backseat. One last piece of him for you to forget.

Funny how all those thoughts disappeared when you opened the door and his eyes fell into the object that was meant for him, making him almost forget to take a breath and keep breathing.

The guitar was perfect. That was all he could think off. The body seemed made out of marble, shining against the bridge and buttons that were colored silver and black. The strap was embroidered with his initials in a soft glittery grey, claiming itself as his. Yet none of that caught his attention like the stings and how 5 of them were clear, almost transparent as they clashed with the color of the neck, and perfectly in tune. But the sixth string that was placed in the middle of it all stood up with its ruby color, balancing everything just perfectly.

You watched expectantly as his eyes scanned the guitar up and down, wanting nothing more than to touch it but feeling reluctant to do it.

“I had it customized a few months ago… after we visited that shop you like?” You ventured, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence “I- I know it’s not that impressive given that you have thousands of other guitars and probably have one now that might be similar to this one. But you seemed to like one like this and-“

“It’s perfect” You heard him say. No shaking in his voice, no whispered tone or rushed words. Only sincerity and gratitude “It’s perfect, magnificent, even. I-I.. thank you”

When your eyes met his you could barely hold your emotions at bay. Oh, how you missed those green eyes. Especially now that they were looking at you with such gratitude and love that you almost forget you are not together anymore.

You cleared your throat, shaking the thoughts away “I’m glad you like it”

The two of you stayed silent for a moment, too much to say yet no words being exchanged between both of you. That’s until Michael noticed “The string… the middle one, why is it red?”

He knew you were a sucker for symbolisms; Easter eggs; hidden meanings; and surprises, this could not be a random thing.

“Remember when you went to Japan last year?” You asked, not daring to look at him just yet “You told me about that legend you heard about the red string of fate, that no matter how long or tangled it's become, the two people that are connected by it will find their way to each other. No matter time, place or circumstances, what’s meant to be it’s meant to be” You felt tears rolling down your face, but you couldn’t do anything to stop them as your eyes met his one more time “You’re my red string, Michael. Always has and always will be. And I’m such a fool for letting it tangled this much and letting you go”

Michael stared at you with glossy eyes, not wasting any other second without having you in his arms as he pulled you closer into a hug, wrapping his arms around you as you molded into him.

“These past few months without you have been turture” He said with his face hidden in your neck “I- I don’t know what went wrong but I was so afraid of fucking it up further that I just thought it was for the best. That you would be better off without me”

You chuckled through the tears “I was scared, too. I thought you were the one who would be better off without me and that you moved on” You held him tighter “I’m so sorry, Michael”

“I’m sorry, too, love. So fucking sorry”

“Can we please start over?”

Michael let go of you for just a moment before cupping your cheeks and crashing your lips into his in a slow, sweet, loving and awaited kiss “We were never over, love. I love you, now and forever. We are meant to be” He said as he placed his forehead on yours.

You smiled and brought him down to kiss him once again. “Meant to be” And you knew that from that moment on, everything would be alright.

[lostincalum]

Two Lines- Michael Clifford

AN: yes, it has been a hot minute, and idk how i feel about it. I went digging through some old writing and found this, its kinda of angsty, but i like it. Also it’s not getting a part two:(

Word count: 683

TW: heartbreak, pregnancy idk man, general angst. 

Two lines, was all it took, you were sure that it was a mistake, that something was wrong with the test. So you went to the convenience store down the street and bought a couple more. While you were gathering all your things you stood there and felt a rush of cold go down your spine. That’s why you returned safely adorned in one of Michael’s sweaters, making you feel safe and a little less scared than what you were.

When you exited the apartment building you pulled the hood up and bowed your head, trying to be as discreet as possible. You watched your feet as you walked the familiar way to the store, not looking up once.

Returning home you pulled off the hood and went straight to the bathroom. You sat down and did everything correctly, just as the packaging said. And waited just as long as the packaging said. And when you saw the results your body numbed completely.

They were all positive, all two lines on the little screen. 

Loud steps filled the apartment and you knew Michael was home.

“Babe, where are you?”, he yelled from the kitchen as you heard the fridge open, the little squeak from the door making you drop the stick. It’s not far from where you are sitting on the floor, but you still hear a little click when it hits the floor. 

“In the bathroom,” you spoke numbly, with a monotone voice.

Immediately you regretted answering him. You voice inanimate and the little clicking noise the test made when it hit the tiles. Michael came stomping into the room long before you had the chance to clean up everything. 

“Are you al- what’s this?” He squints down on the many pregnancy tests strewn across the room, on the floor and the bathroom counter. He picks up one of them. 

Immediately his whole demeanour changes from concerned to stoic. 

“Are you?” The question hangs like a guillotine in the air. And all you can do is nod hoping that it won’t sever your neck. 

“Yeah”, you whisper as time passes by, watching as Michael's eyes flicker across the neat bathroom. 

“Well we can fix this, I can call the doctor and we can fix this.” He says all tense as he stands up from his crouching position. 

“Fix this? I’m not broken Michael, I’m preg-“ you sigh. 

“I’m pregnant” you have made your decision. The room suddenly feels too hot and you quickly wring off the hoodie. It causes your T-shirt to ride up, and when you toss the hoodie aside you see Michael still staring at your stomach. 

“I’m not ready to be a father! And you’re not ready to be a mother!” He all but yells as he realises what has happened in that beautiful mind of yours. 

“Watch me Michael, I’m not broken and this is not something you can just fix”. Your voice is firm, and determined. 

“Just please, let’s think about this! Be reasonable, with me on tour and everything going on.. please can’t we at least sleep on it?” 

And you tell him you agree, and you wish you did, so much. 

—- 

He falls asleep at one thirty that night, but you wait another half hour before you get out of bed again, unwinding from underneath his arm that ironically rests on your stomach. Quietly, you pack a small bag of your essentials, almost forgetting your wallet as tears cloud your eyes. 

Carefully you open the door and stand there just looking at the living room where so many good memories lie. Knowing that when you close the door there is no going back. You turn around one last time and see your key to the apartment shining in the moonlight, on the countertop before closing the door gently. 

You throw your bag in the trunk of your car and sit down in front of the steering wheel. Putting a hand on your stomach you look down before turning the key in the ignition. 

“It’s only you and me now little one, me and you.”

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The disappointing Gender

Pairing:  Bestfriend!Ashton x Reader   

Warnings: shit ton of cursing, dont worry I love men, but women are just easier at times. Based on a real story, that shit really happened to me. 

Summary: Some men are just straight up trash. And what’s better than to vent about them to your willingly listening best friend Ashton. 

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“I don’t know exactly what goes through your mind when deciding to finally peel your limp body out of your comfy sheets, go through the usually long, self-esteem-damaging process of “getting ready”, find an outfit you would feel comfortable but not underdressed in and then leave for a party. Let me be honest, I mostly think: at least let it be worth all this. And then maybe something like; maybe I’ll meet someone. “Someone” carefully and fully on purpose undefined because you don’t want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed. But “someone” secretly being a guy, optionally a boyfriend even, but just maybe.

“However, now you are at that party, ready to meet new people and you take a look around. You see many people; some you think are pretty in your eyes some aren’t. But that’s okay, that’s only natural. So then after a time, when you have met a few girls you get along with, you spot the “someone”. And your friends somehow knew about him and all that bullshit and tell you the teeniest bit of bloody information alright? And he, on top of that, seems to be interested, keep that in mind.”

I stopped for a second, taking a gulp of my water. The few ice cubes clicked softly against the glass when I placed it back down.

“Alright. Now, you chat with him, all friendly funny business, you develop a sort of insider joke. It’s funny and you think wow, it isn’t all that difficult to talk to boys, amazing. Eventually, you also had a few, and I don’t want to say advantageously but it does help.”

A giggle fell from my bestfriends lips, but I decided to just keep going. “I will again be honest, I was a bit…inebriated if I may say so and if you would want to take me as an example. However, maybe you flirt for a while, and it really all goes well, so well that you would’ve started to become suspicious, since it was you after all. Continuing, because you’re bloody sloshed, you don’t suspect anything, even though if you would’ve just listened closely you could’ve totally heard fate snigger.”

I earned an amused hum from Ashton for that, picking up my glass again. “Further on, one of your new friends disappears with a guy and it’s okay for you but not for her friend whom you also are friends with now. That, because the other girl actually does have a guy eventually. But she isn’t sure. So you go get her, and you sit down with the girls outside to have a chat. Because it’s important that she still has a good night and so on. During that amount of time, you selflessly neglect your guy. Not that he is your guy in reality, but you secretly might have planned on making him your guy.” After a big gulp I placed my glass back down again, the ice now almost completely molten.

“Suddenly, that bloke walks out, raising a single hand at you as an obvious goodbye. And you sit here, startled and a bit dumbfounded because what the fuck is he leaving already. Quick note; it was hardly midnight, the clock stroke twelve maybe two minutes ago. So you get up, approach him and ask, why in the love of Jesus effing Christ he’s leaving already. His response; well. He hasn’t been blessed with the best of experience with women.”

And annoyed frown settled on my face. “I mean what kind of excuse is that? I haven’t only met them good guys either, but do you see me acting like an antisocial scaredy-cat? Nope sir, because I am not that superficial, and you shouldn’t be as well because I am not “women”. Also, have I mentioned that my friends told me, that he was total slag, like a fuckboy freshly bred. Best experience with women my fucking ass. However, back to my example; you then are still a bit startled because he slips that he has been cheated on and all that godforsaken crap. And in your woozy, naturally kind-hearted state you are in, you do feel sorry and possibly even apologise for being so bold. Also, because you don’t want him to think bad of you, he is very attractive after all and you have not given up your hopes just yet.”

A grin had now settled on Ash’s lips, as he leaned back with his drink, the attention still fully with me. “Then he says something like; but it was nice to meet you, and asks you to say your name again, and you do so. Naturally you do ask him the same thing…and you may have forgotten the name already.” I added with a frown, desperately trying to remember. “Something with F and it sounded French or such. Don’t know, not important anyways. Just like his existence.”

At that, Ashton laughed out loud, but wisely keeping quiet. “Yeah you just laugh…however, he then throws that horrid line; we’ll see each other again yeah?

At you, and you might think cool. But how for the love of fuck, since you don’t have anything except for a name. So the thing you do then is, you scrap all of your…I don’t know confidence from off the bottom of your rotten self and ask, if he wants to at least give you his snapchat.” Ash let out a whistle but I waved him off.

“I’m not done yet. So you ask. And he just ignores your question somehow, can’t really remember how. The whole time he’s walking away from you backwards, I guess towards the busstation and you have to follow him like damn mongrel…however. You end up leaving it be and sprinting back to your friends telling them what happened. Because they “know” him, they know his Instagram, so you decide to follow him. But he is on private so you got to send a request. Done with a few clicks, in approximately ten seconds. So now he is gone, you feel disappointment bubbling up, because fuck.”

Ash nodded slowly, looking up at me since I got up impatiently from his couch. “Sounds fun?” he said in a more or less questioning manner and I shot him a dark look.

“Buzz off twat, the best part’s only coming.” Ash rose an eyebrow, leaning back expectantly again. “Next morning you go and check your Instagram, somehow curious if he accepted your request and what do you see? He fucking declined it! This bloody wanker skipped my music, stole my attention and wasted my fucking time, four hours of it!” Ashton broke out in a fit of laughter, nearly spilling his drink.

“Comedy at its finest, certificated gold. Platinum even. Oh Jesus Christ. And that all has obviously not happened to you, you just purposely told it like it did right?” I huffed annoyed, dropping down again. “Never, as if stuff like this would ever happen to me. I mean, I totally understand mankind, it’s just that you can’t fucking use any of them.” Ash giggled, a dopey grin on his face.

“Come again?” I rolled my eyes. “I said, that you can’t fucking use any of you gentlemen. Men are so disappointing, like get a grip on yourselves honestly.” Ash grinned, nudging me with his foot. “Haven’t you just said that he should stop being superficial because of one woman?” he teased and I gave him an angry glare.

“Cheating and just generally being international disappointments is something else. I slowly start to believe that you guys are just born with that twat-gene. It’s almost not your fault. It’s probably the Y-chromosome, would explain why women aren’t like you guys.” Ash shot me an amused grin.

“I don’t know if I would surprise you saying that the explanation why men and women aren’t the same accurately is rooted in our genes. To be specific, it’s even a matter of just those two chromosome, the X-chromosome and the Y-chromosome…” I groaned annoyed, aiming a pillow at his head. I missed, but the message was clear.

“Smart-alecky dimwit, get off my back. I need emotional support, because member belonging to your sex has wasted my time and, in addition to that, ruined your all’s reputation.” Ash just hummed amused.

“Is that so.” I nodded, pouting bolshie. “Then I suggest, you listen to Ariana Grande’s Thank u Next and some Beyoncé, maybe also Rihanna. They’ll support your idea of men being trash immediately I am sure.” I flipped him off immediately, even though he had brought up a good point.

“I am kidding sweetheart. I know men can be idiots, but so can you females.” I couldn’t help but throw him a derisive look “Yes, males and females can be difficult at times.” I mocked him and he just shot me a lopsided grin. “Now you get off my back, annoying brat. But you are over him?” I shrugged.

“I mean, I was never actively involved with him, so I guess?” he nodded softly. “Venting felt good?” I nodded quickly. “Always does. Thanks bud.” He smiled warmly at me. “Everything for my best friend. Mind if I quickly call Kaitlin…” as he saw my face he immediately rolled his eyes. “Oh your little girlfriend huh? Young Irwin’s a little whipped?” giving me the finger he got up and grabbed his phone. “Shut up. I’m right back you bitter prick.”

I laughed sitting up again. “I am not bitter, I am happy for you Ash. Furthermore, I don’t have any problems with taken people or relationships. The problems I have, start when selfish and inconsiderate assholes rub in the fact that they have someone, and start gushing about them. When I, as an admittedly slowly bitter, but independent single person, couldn’t give a shit or two.” Ash grinned at me, shaking his head slightly. “I love you, you madwoman. Also, I am sure you’ll find your guy and we can do all those disgustingly cute things best friends do when they both are in relationships.”

I scrunched my nose. “Like what? Double-dates? In this case, I’d rather stay single Irwin, and now get lost you need to call your babygirl or whatever. Our ice cream is melting and our friends-day is not over yet. So you better hurry your red-dyed, slicked back visage up.” I responded harshly but with a loving lilt to it.

“On my way, woman. Love you, don’t eat my ice cream.” I just huffed, waving him off quickly. “Love you too, you ashy bitch.” I then almost choked on my water when I saw his expression at my words. He grinned and shook his head, pressing his phone against his ear.  

[calumance]

Omg I have a request for a writing!!! Frat!SOS it was real popular a couple years ago and I have not stopped thinking about it since. So like you’re the frat sweetheart, you just go to one of their parties whatever you wanna do with it go for it that is all

HELLO! Okay, first, I’d like to apologize this took so long. Second, I haven’t written anything for Ashton, so I chose Ashton for this one. Third, I’m open to writing a part 2 if y’all like this. 🤗🤗

It was a normal Friday night on campus, parties literally everywhere you turned around. Every frat house or sorority house had lights and music streaming out. Even the halls of the dorms had people shoulder to shoulder, consuming double their weight in alcohol. There was a knock, more like a pound, at her door and she rolled her eyes, thinking it was probably someone in the hall thinking they had made it to their dorm, but really they hadn’t. With a huff, she opened the door, letting out a breath seeing her closest friend, Sadie, standing there. Sadie was leaning against the door frame with one eyebrow cocked, and a smirk pulled to the right. Sadie took one look at her and the smug look completely washed off her face. “I thought you said you were going with me?”

           She shook her head and headed back to her desk where she had been studying for her Physics test that is on Monday. “I never agreed to anything, you just assumed I did when I stopped saying anything. I have a ton of studying I have to do, find someone else to go with you.” She grabbed her pen and continued writing the note that she had left to answer the door.

           Sadie stomped into the room and shut the door, the sound of the party in the hallway now muffled. “Please come with me, there’s going to be cute guys.” Sadie tried to coax her by singing the last part.

           “Cute guys don’t get you good paying jobs after you graduate.” She looked back at her Physics text book and read a few lines. Suddenly, Sadie grabbed her desk chair and spun it in a one-eighty. She sneered at Sadie, Sadie returned the look. “I’m not going.” She crossed her arms over her chest and raised a stern eyebrow at Sadie.

           Sadie rolled her eyes, “You are such a party pooper, you know that? Literally all you do is study, and act like if you take one night to not study, you’re going to lose your chance as making millions when we graduate. It’s one fucking night.”

           Her expression softened. Maybe Sadie was right, all she did was study. For the past two years of being in college, she has yet to spend one night having what college kids call ‘fun.’ She looked back at her textbook and then to her friend. “Fine, ONLY because I still have tomorrow and Sunday to study for my test.” Sadie stood and clapped her hands together. As she stood from her chair, Sadie ran to her closet and start rifling through her clothes until she pulled out a purple, plaid dress and some knee high boots.

           When Sadie finished pulling her towards the frat house, there were people pouring out of it, whether it was because they were drunk, or because there was no room left inside. She frowned as they walked up the steps and she caught sight of an older guy throwing up in a bush. It was at that moment that she knew coming was a huge mistake.

           It was worse once they got inside. The air felt damp, and it smelled like sweat and booze. Since there were so many people in the house, once they were inside, it was impossible to stay together. Sadie went off to the right and she went to the left to find a nice wall to lean against. Her back pressed against the wall and she laced her fingers together in front of herself and she looked around, watching as the people around her drank until they literally could not stand up anymore.

           The voices of his friends were started to become annoying as the alcohol completely skewed their abilities to have a cognitive conversation. Luke was rambling about  some nonsense about a rat when his eye’s met hers. She was leaning against a wall, no drink in hand and completely alone. Most people were walking past her, not even realizing she was there, but he knew she was there, and he knew he had to talk to her. “That’s nice Luke. I’ll be right back.” Ashton reached back and patted his drunk friend’s shoulder then made his way through the crowd. He eventually reached her, coming up on her left, a smile stretched over his lips. “Hey there. How are you doing tonight?”

           She looked over at him, her breath immediately being taken from her chest. He was tall, his hair dark, a single strand hanging down over his forehead. His smiled the picture definition of sunshine. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, “I’m good. How are you doing tonight?” Her eyes narrowed and she looked away from him realizing how idiotic she felt.

           Ashton laughed, “I’m well, are you enjoying the party? I wasn’t sure this many people would show up when I said there was going to be a party.”

           Her head snapped back at him, “This is your party?” He nodded, his lips closing, but the smile still , “Oh, uh, yeah I’m having a great time.” She faked a smile and tried to act like this was the best place she’s ever been.

           He laughed, his teeth showing again. “You don’t have to fake it, I completely understand if you aren’t having that good of a time.”

           She sighed, feeling defeated from being caught in her lie. “It’s not that it’s a bad party, it’s just that I’m a bad party guest. I’m sorry.” She shifted her weight feeling socially awkward.

           “No need to feel sorry, do you want to go somewhere quieter?” He asked, putting on his boyish charm, knowing that it usually won the ladies over. He watched as she chewed on her bottom lip and bounced on her feet. Her eyes flickered over the entire room before she finally nodded. He held out his hand, waiting for her to take it. She continued to chew on her lip, thinking about she has yet to have a fun night in college. Finally, she mustered up the courage and gripped his hand, a lightning bolt shooting up his arm, and her arm. Maybe this will be a fun night.

[soft-luke]

This is the life | Ashton Irwin

Y/N has always been living her best life. She loves to help people and sometimes works in her family’s coffee shop. Apart from the time she spends with elderly people, she is being offered a job that she can’t say no to. She is supposed to look after a passionate, yet lonely drummer whose life keeps slowing him down. Soon, she falls into a hurricane of feelings and problems.

Warnings: characters deal with depression, swearing, possible smut, physically disabled character

Prologue

Chapter 1

[marbledaesthetics]

migraine

pairing: Micheal x reader

warnings: None

word count: 978

a/n: This is the first creative piece I’ve written in a long time, so try not to judge to hard. I’m sorry if this is super cringey. Be warned that I might  re-title this later if I can find a better one. photo credits to @glitterycalum​

As soon as he walked through the door, Michael was confused. The house was dead silent and you’re nowhere to be found. Your spot on the couch is empty and he could see that you aren’t doing homework in your usual spot by the window. 

“Babe?” he calls, continuing to peak in and out of rooms, straining to listen for the faint hum of a tv or your voice singing along to a playlist.

You groan slightly at the sound of his voice, burying your head further into the bed. Hearing the sound as he was coming up the stairs, Michael trots into the room, his expression going from confused to concerned as he sees you on your bed, clutching your head as though it would split in two if you let go.

“Y/N?” he asks in a soft whisper, gently perching next to you on the bed. You lean into him, and he’s startled by the tear tracks on your face. “What’s happened, love? What can I do for you?”

You shush him harshly, wincing as you do. “Migraine,” you whisper in the faintest voice imaginable. “Please be quiet.” You lean into Michael’s embrace further, trying to block out the little light in the room with his chest.

Michael’s heart breaks a bit as he hears the pain in your voice, gladly tightening his grip on your shoulders. “Have you taken anything, lovely?” he asks quietly as possible, lips pressed softly against her hairline.

“Yeah, around 11, but it I don’t know what time it is now.” Your voice is still quiet and pained, like you’re begging the pain away. “It didn’t help much, so I didn’t see any benefit in getting out of bed.”

Mike looked over at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s four now, love. I’m gonna go get you some more.”

Y/N whines in his arms, nuzzling further into his chest. “Don’t go.”

“The medicine will help your head, love. When I come back, I’m all yours.” He hated to leave her, but he knew that the faster you get ahead of this, the better it will be for everyone.

Michael can’t help but chuckle lightly as you whine more, eventually leaning into the mattress more than his arms. 

“Be back in a jiffy, love,” he promises, making his way to the ensuite as quickly as he can while still being quiet. 

He rummaged through the medicine cabinet, frantically searching for a migraine reliever rather than the generic pain meds you had left on the counter. Sighing in relief as he found the small bottle, he rushes back to you with the does, noticing you had curled back in on yourself.

“Can you sit up, love?” He gently rubs his hand over your back as you shift upright.

You take the pills, immediately leaning back into his chest. Michael just gives you a soft smile, gently leaning to put the glass on the nightstand. 

“Thank you.”

“‘Course, love,” he says, kissing the top of your head again. “Anything for my girl.”

“Lay with me?”

Michael couldn’t help but chuckle at your hopeful eyes and whiny tone. “C’mere, love,” he whispers softly, pulling you to his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair. “This okay?” he asks, concerned he might make your headache worse.

“Yeah.” You nuzzle back into his hand, making a small noise of content. “Feels really nice.”

“Good.” You sit in a comfortable silence like that for a while, simply enjoying each other’s company until you both fall asleep.

-- 

“Mmh, Y/N?” Michael’s voice is raspy as he feels you stir on his chest.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you ask, sitting up fully next to him, gliding a hand through your hair.

“Yeah, but that’s okay.” He sits up too and glances around the still dark room. “What time is it?”

You lean over and reach for Mike’s phone sitting on the bedside table. “A little after two, we fell asleep.”

“Really? I had no idea.” You stick your tongue out at his sarcastic tone. “How’s your head feeling?”

“A lot better, thanks for taking care of me.” 

Michael starts to say something, but you quickly cut him off. “Hold that thought, I really need to pee.”

He chuckles tiredly, letting go of your squirming figure so you can get up. “Have fun, don’t fall in.”

You flip him off, giggling as you walk away.

You come back quickly, climbing back in next to him as you ask, “What did you want to say?”

“Can’t remember, cuddle deprived.” You giggle as he pulls you further into the mattress, nuzzling his face in the back of your shoulder. “Mine now, you aren’t leaving.”

“Okay, babe. Whatever you say.” You roll in his lazy grip to lay on your back, lightly tracing patterns on his forearms as he cuddles into your side.

You lie like this for sometime, neither of you tired enough to go back to sleep. “You want to get some food?” he asks, breaking the long silence. “You’re probably starving.”

“Food sounds good.” You sit up with a bit of a groan, stretching your arms. “Maybe a midnight movie party?”

“Sounds amazing.” Michael gives your temple a sweet kiss, shifting to the edge of the bed. “I’ll grab food, you pull up Netflix.”

“Wow, snacks and I get to stay in bed. I must be special,” you tease, snuggling back into the pillows after grabbing the remote.

“Special-est girl I know, gorgeous.” He leans down and kisses the top of your head again. “Love you.”

“Love you to, Mikey.” You lean up for a quick kiss before leaning back down, watching him leave. 

He’s back quickly with leftover takeout and snacks, and you both curl up, content to take a break from your hectic schedules and spend a lazy day in with each other.

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Michael Clifford Imagine

We were siting in class taking our final exam. The professor just left to get more coffee for himself, so I begin looking around to see who all was still taking the test and found that it was only myself, Michael, and two others. I saw that Michael was doing the same as I, except instead of looking around the room he was only looking at me... Wait no, he isn't he's looking at my answers! I look at him wide eyed and in shock that he would cheat on such an important test so I whisper to him, "Michael stop cheating!" He answers back just at quietly but with a touch more sass, "What? I'm just trying to make sure there aren't any mistakes you could've made." I rolled my eyes and reply with, "Well if you find any let me know." I then turned my paper slightly so as to give him a better look. He squints his eyes and purses his lips in thought. He then reaches out a slender finger and points at my name at  the top of the page while saying, "there's one right there." I look at him for a moment and then look at my paper thinking that in my haste to start the exam, I had accidentally spelt my name wrong but as I look back at my paper it still read (Y/FN) (Y/LN) written correctly. I then turn back to Michael to see he was already looking at me with a lopsided grin tugging at his handsome face. I laugh to myself and say to him, "Um Michael, that's my name. I don't see a mistake anywhere?" His grin got even wider at my response and replied with, "It's your last name that is the mistake. It's wrong you see?" I got really confused then, not knowing what to think I decide to ask him, "How is it wrong Michael?" He looks at me then, a full blown smile on his face and his eyes full of love. It melts my heart and makes me love him even more than I already do. He takes one of my hands in his and says with so much love and conviction, "Because it should say Clifford."

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Oooh maybe there was only on bed at a sky resort with Calum and the rest if the band is making bets of when feels are confessed

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Ashton and Calum are the first to head to the check-in. The rest of the guys are pulling out their last bits of luggage from the truck. You trail in the middle, still laughing at Luke’s fumbling on the snow. But soon the wind chill creeps up through your jacket and you contemplate heading inside and grabbing your spare key. 

From the counter, as Ashton sorts out the keys needed, Calum glances out to the front door. You’re standing right near the doors, doubled over. He knows it’s you standing there too, can tell by the hiccup of your laughter that’s just muffled enough that Calum can almost belief it’s his subconscious playing a trick on him. “Are you sure you’re okay rooming with them? It won’t be too weird given the whole you not telling your feelings for them because they just lost their brother and you don’t want to seem too insensitive.”

“You make it seem like I’m being weird about this?”

“Calum you’ve had feelings for forever. Yes, they lost their brother this year but you’ve been there for everything. You’ve been nothing but respectful. But they’re doing a lot better. They came on to this trip to have fun. Try to get back to normal because everything and everyone at home keeps treating them as fragile.

“Ashton, it just doesn’t feel like the best time.”

“And will be the right time? When will you every have the best time to tell them your feelings, mate? Because I don’t think there’s ever been a best time in life. There’s only ever now or never.”

Calum shakes his head. “Right now is not good,” he utters and then grabs his bags. Sure, you and Calum had been close for a while. He had been there for a lot. But he couldn’t risk it. This Christmas was going to be hard on you after what happened and there was no way Calum could even consider dumping his feelings on you at a time like this. No, this is the time for you to have some fun. That’s all he needed to focus on. 

“Looks like it’s me and you,” he teases, dangling the key in your face. 

“Hmm, I guess you’ll do,” you laugh. Michael, Ashton, and Luke watch the two of you trek across the resort to your room. 

“Do you think they’ll confess anything on this trip?” Luke asks. 

Ashton sighs. “I don’t know. I think Calum’s overthinking the whole thing. But I also get it. He doesn’t want to push them. I hope the universe is cooking up something.”

“I got dibs something happens tonight,” Michael laughs. 

“Ah, you are a betting man. I’m saying tomorrow,” Ashton counters. 

“I don’t know,” Luke tacks on. “Calum’s been super careful about all this. I think possibly by the end. Gonna need a little bit of romance sparked before anything happens.”

The snow crunches beneath your boots but you’re thankful the house isn’t that far from the check-in. Inside, you thankful to see a bit of warmth or heat had been on previously. There’s a fireplace in the main area. You trail down the hallways to unload your suitcases before settling in. As Calum cracks open the door, a singular bed stares back up at him. It’s a queen sized bed. There’s space, but there’s only one. 

“Have you seen a ghosts?” you asks, noticing the way Calum freezes. 

“Oh-I-Sorry.”

He steps into the room and then you wheel your bags in behind you. You look up to the bed and your heart races. You thought for sure your room would have at least two beds. But it’s okay. There are worst things that could happen. Like you waking up in Calum’s arms. Fuck. “So which side do you want?” you asks facing Calum’s practically still frozen pose. 

“I’m not picky,” he counters. 

You pick the left and drag your suitcase over. You manage to find where the thermostat is located and turn it up just a little after unwrapping yourself from your winter gear. You explore throughout the house too, finding the kitchen and seeing how much space there is. The fire place doesn’t seem too complicated but you don’t mess with it too much. The backdoor opens up to the yard. It’s covered in snow too, but something about the tree lines and the dusting of the snow covering the land for as long as the eye can see. It’s breathtaking. 

The rest of the guys come in then, partners with them. But you stay at the door, watching. You wish you could take a photo to do it justice. You wish you could take even a shitty phone picture and send it to your brother. And you could--in theory. Because he was on your plan and you haven’t removed that line yet at all. You could text his phone. It would deliver. But it would never be seen. And that’s how you know you’ve been standing too long. 

You return to the room, faintly hearing the other guys and their partners settling into their rooms, just as Calum steps out of the bathroom, a towel thrown over his shoulder and just sweatpants on for the moment. The sight doesn’t shock you, but it does make you freeze for just a moment, not ready to see it and you duck your head digging into your suitcase. 

“Everything alright?” Calum unearths a sweatshirt but he doesn’t miss the way you disappeared. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.” 

You head into the shower next and let the steam billow around you. The heat nearly scorches your skin, but you almost like it. You enjoy the fact that it reminds you you’re still alive, you’re still feeling. It’s Christmas time. You should be having fun. The house is decorate in garland and wraths there would be Christmas cheer being pumped into your veins but as it stands, there’s just trying, pretending just a little, just enough that it feels like something. 

The sheets don’t even feel real when you slip into bed. It feels like you’re drowning. You lay there fore a moment, trying to grip onto the sheets to ground yourself. But it just all feels too clean, too stiff, too not lived in. And you’re still drowning. You sit up, suddenly aware of the sweat dripping down your back.

“Hey,” a soft hand caresses your arm. “what’s up?”

You look over to Calum who’s turned to his side. “I-I can’t sleep.”

 “Talk to me.”

“It’s the same thing as always,” you sigh. “And I don’t want to bore you with those details. Yet again.”

Calum sits up. “No, bore me. Yet again.” 

You sigh, scrubbing over your face. “It’s okay, Calum. Go back to sleep.”

“Alright, get up,” he sighs and slips out of bed. You don’t move, unsure of what his plan is. He holds out his hands and waves his fingers. “Seriously, c’mon. Get up. This calls for hot chocolate.”

Giving in, you pull the sheets off your body and take his hand. His hold is warm and the two of you pad softly through the door. You hold onto his hand, trying not to conjure up anything in the shadows. The kitchen is the only light source and you settle at the counter as Calum finds mugs and a packet of hot chocolate. He knows he most definitely added it to the list that Ashton sent to everyone and Calum made sure to add that. 

The spoons click against the ceramic mug. The steam escapes into the chilly air. “So,” Calum starts, leaning across from you. “Tell me. Everything.”

“I’m pretending,” you answer. “I am pretending. And sometimes I’m not sure I’m convincing myself.” Calum nods in understanding, watching you take a sip of the drink. “Some days are easier than others. I don’t know--something about that bed, it all felt fake. I hate that feeling. I don’t know. It just--I need to be okay with not being okay. And I am most of the time. It’s just sometimes, like right now, it makes me realize time just keeps going. And I want to go with it too, it’s just hard.”

“What could I do to help?”

“You’ve done more than enough,” you say, taking his hands. “More than enough.”

Calum nods again, trying not to memorize the way your hands feels wrapped around his again. “You know I’m here for you. What if,” he pauses and catches of the sight. “What if we slept on the couch? No fake bed.”

You look over your shoulder and inhale deeply. It is not a small couch but it is also not a very large couch. “Oh, Calum, no, I couldn’t.” But before you can say much else he’s taking your hand and dragging you towards the couch. “It’s so small,” you counter as he settles down on the couch. 

“Good thing I’m comfy,” he returns. You sit next to him, careful of the hot chocolate still steaming in the cup. 

“Calum, really, you can go back to the room, I’m okay by myself.”

“Nah. I won’t stand for that.” He guides you into his chest, and it’s just sitting, cuddled up next to each other. And you manage to finish the beverage but you don’t last much longer against sleep nor can you give into the way Calum’s wrapped you into his arms. At some point, he stretched out across the couch and you cuddled up on his chest. And maybe there are blankets. But you’re not sure. The only thin you’re sure about is that this doesn’t feel fake anymore. This doesn’t make you feel like you’re drowning. 

“I told you it would only take the night,” Michael laughs, watching to two of you cuddled up on the couch. 

“If that’s a pool you guys ran about confessing feelings, you're shit out of luck, Clifford,” Calum whispers. You haven’t woken up yet, or so Calum assumed, and he doesn’t want to move too much. He’d rather let you sleep even if it meant he has to lay there for an extra hour or two or three. You need the rest. 

“I’m still in luck,” Luke adds on. 

“Me too,” Ashton quips.

“I told you nothing was going to happen this trip because they need to focus on healing, and getting back to normal not me or my feelings for them,” Calum hisses out again, scooting up every so slightly on the couch. You don’t seem to be aware or bothered by the movement. 

“You like them. Just admit it. It would all save us a lot of trouble,” Ashton giggles. 

You try not to snort, you really try not you. The whispers of Michael and Luke woke you just a little but it was the rumble of Calum’s voice was the one that kept you up for sure. Calum freezes, eyes widening at the feeling of you shaking against his chest. It goes quiet in the entire room when the rest of the guys notice the panic too. 

“Luke,” you start, pushing up from Calum’s chest. But you don’t look away from Calum’s panicked face. “I hope everyone brought cash for you.”

It’s in slow motion as you stretch up and plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth, close enough that it almost connects but just far off the mark that Calum knows. His heart races and he cups your face. “What was that for?”

“Thank you. I like you. And I know it’s a fucked up time in my life. But you are really cute and you care. So I wanna try just give me some time.”

A shadow casts over them and when Calum glances up there’s Ashton holding a mistletoe. “Kiss and make it real,” he laughs. 

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“A Great Place to Start a New Story” (m.c)

Pairing: Michael Clifford X Reader 

Summary: Michael is at his best friend wedding feeling lonely when a stranger comes up to him and gives him one of the best advices he’s ever heard. 

Warnings: None other than mentions of Alcohol, a few bad words and mentios of death. Also, some grammar mistakes (Not as many as before but still, English is not my first language, I’m sorry) 

Word Count: 2.5 K 

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Michael swore that if he sees one more happy couple coming his way he was going to break something, a thing that was easier said than done, considering that he was at the wedding reception of his best friend and he would probably have to pay for it afterwards.

He watched bitterly as the couples slowly danced a few feet in front of him, swaying along to some love song he’s never heard of. In the middle of the crowd he could easily spot Luke and his partner, holding each other tightly as they dance like there’s nobody else in the room, this was their moment, the beginning of a new chapter in their lives and Michael was happy for them. But he couldn’t deny that hint of jealousy that tugged on his heart.

Falling in love was not a top priority for him. Yes, it is nice to have someone to care about and for them to care about you, but with his busy life he always felt like he didn’t have the time to actually care about that part of his life, ignoring it most of the time. Only when the RSVP to Luke’s wedding came in the mail did he realize how lonely he actually felt. A sense of longing came over him, He thought that by now he would’ve met the person he was going to spend the rest of his life with. His better half, soulmate or whatever, but it seems that is just not meant to be for him. And it’s not like he hasn’t fallen in love at some point, he had a few relationships over the years, but they always ended the same way: Either a heartbreak or a song written about him.

Michael sighed deeply, bringing his glass to his lips only to find in discontent that it was already empty. He cursed through gritted teeth and slammed the glass on the table with more force than he intended to. 

“Tough night?” Asked a voice next to him. 

Michael turned his head to the side and found an old lady sitting next to him. He didn’t notice her at first, or at all to be honest. He knew, however, that she was not at the table when they first sat down, so he assumed she just made herself a place when her friends were out dancing with their partners not too far away. 

The lady seemed nice enough, very elegant for an evening wedding. She had some pearl earrings that matched her necklace, and for the looks of it, they were completely real. Her hair was pinned up with too much hairspray and her eyeshadow was very bright. She wore a nice navy dress embroidered with patches of lace that seemed out of date but she wore it in such a fashionable way that you wouldn’t even question it. 

She smiled at Michael and looked at him up and down “You are not in love with one pair of the couple, now are you blondie?” 

Michael’s mouth dropped with the lady’s remark. Part of him offended at such an assumption and the other just very impressed by the boldness of the mysterious old woman. 

“Oh, close your mouth, dear. Flies will go in there” Michael obeyed “So, are you?” 

��No!” Michael scoffed, rolling his eyes. Who was this lady? “I’m the best man, Luke’s bandmate” 

The woman hummed “Then why are you sitting here like it’s the great depression? Believe I know what that’s like, I lived through it” She said, even though she didn’t look a day over 70.

Michael sighed “Not a big fan of weddings, I guess” He stated, looking at his empty glass. 

“Is it that or you’re just not a fan of love in general?” She inquired. Michael averted his gaze on purpose, wondering why the hell was he still talking to this person?

“You know,” Said the lady after a few moments of silence “Weddings are a great place to start a story” 

“Huh?” Michael mumbled. 

“A lot of great stories came from weddings” She smiled “Plus, it is a great place to meet new single people” She said, raising her eyebrows suggestively. Michael cocked an eyebrow to her in response “Anyone caught your eye?” 

He shook his head “Wasn’t really looking” 

“Ah, but that’s how you find them” She placed her hand over MIchael’s. The wrinkled, yet soft hand patted his in a kind way, and for him it was an act of comfort he didn’t know he needed “But, what could I know? I’m just an old lady in the middle of a party” Michael opened his mouth to say something but she interrupted him again “Don’t you think it’s time to fill up that bad boy again?” She said, pointing to his empty glass and then the open bar. 

Michael sighed again, looked at the old lady and nodded, already getting up and making his way to the bar. 

He leaned his elbows into the bar, thoughts running through his head trying to understand what the woman just said. Was it so obvious how unhappy he was with his loneliness? or is it just a custom for old ladies to get all up in your business when you are a complete stranger to them? 

He placed his thumb and index fingers between his eyes, trying to let the frustrations go and actually enjoy the party and celebrate his best friends’ love. But, then again, it was easier said than done. 

“A whisky on the rocks, please” A voice said next to him, making him snap his head to his side. 

You were standing there, looking absolutely done with life as you ordered your drink. You had one arm resting on the bad while the other went to the back of your head, rubbing your neck as you stretched it from side to side. Tilting your head to the side you catch Michael’s stare, you glared.

“What?” You asked in a sarcastic chuckle “Think is too early for a heavy drink?” 

Michael blinked a few times, surprised by the sound of your voice directed at him “Uh, no, actually. I was just about to get the same thing” 

Michael signaled the bartender and they nodded. You sighed, relaxing a little bit more around him. 

“Fun party, isn’t it?” You asked. 

Michael scoffed “Depends on who you’re asking” He said, pointing to the couples dancing in the middle of the room. 

You laughed “Oh, seems like someone here shares my kind of humor” You turned to him, extending your hand to greet him properly “I’m Y/N.”

He shook your hand and smiled “Michael” 

“You’re Luke’s bandmate, are you?” 

“I am, and you are..?” He inquired. 

“Oh, I’m here for the other side of the wedding party. Didn’t really know Luke very well until he put a ring on my cousin’s finger” Michael chuckled and you did too “They are truly in love, aren’t they?” You said, looking at the happy couple.

The bartender placed your drinks on the bar and walked away. Michael nodded as he grabbed his glass and took a sip of the burning beverage “Only a fool would think otherwise. You should’ve seen Luke when he first got the ring. I’ve never seen him so happy before” 

You hummed “Yeah,” You took a sip of your drink and looked at Michael “What about you, rockstar?” Michael smiled into his drink at the sound of the nickname “Is there a special someone in your life?” 

Michael shook his head “Not really the best at finding love, apparently. Given that I’m the only single person in the room” He said, bitterly. 

“Well, not the only one” You said, lifting your drink so you could clinked your glass with his. You both laughed. 

The conversation between you two went smoothly as you get to know each other better. Michael was actually surprised that you indeed shared a lot of things in common besides your sense of humor and relationship status. You talked about music, video games you played, the annoyance you both shared towards certain people and even finding out that you were both the class clown that was a little too shy to become the main troublemaker in school.

You talked all night. You mentioned things about your passions and your career and Michael listened with actual interest to the whole thing, even asking some questions about it, making you smile and ramble on and on about them, and he really seemed to like the way your eyes shined whenever they met his. Michael shared with you details about what is really like living as a musician, touring and the interactions they had with fans, stating how it was amazing but at the same time very draining and consuming. 

“Guess that’s why I don’t find myself in situations where I can actually meet people and go out on dates or whatever” 

“Well, that didn’t seem like a problem to your friends over there” You said, pointing out at his bandmates “What’s holding you back?” 

Michael looked at you, suddenly aware of your close proximity. He didn’t know when it happened that your arm was so close to his that they were almost touching, but he didn’t mind one bit. 

“Maybe love is just not a fan of me, contrary at what that lady said” You looked at him quizzically and he just chuckled at your confused expression “There was this old lady who came up to me and asked me if I was afraid of love and then started to tell me about how ‘weddings are the best place to meet people and start new stories” He said, trying to imitate the lady’s voice.  

You laughed “Ah, it seems to me that you met Aunt Lydia” 

“You know her?” 

“Yes! She’s actually our great aunt, and don’t worry, she does that every time we are at a wedding.” You chuckled “She thinks that because she met her husband at a wedding that everyone would do the same” 

You laughed again and, seemingly in that instant, Michael decided he wanted to hear more of that laugh “Well, maybe she’s not wrong” He said, making you blush. He decided he liked that.

“Hey, Y/N?” He asked, suddenly very shy.

“Yes, rockstar?” 

“Wanna dance?” 

Michael extended his hand as an invitation, a dashing smile crossing his face with ease as you took it and let him guide you to the dance floor. 

The rest of the group was surprised to see Michael dancing, given that he was never one of the ‘life of the party’ kinda guy. But when they saw him smiling at you while attempting to slow dance, they just knew. 

You danced together until your feet practically begged you for some kind of break, making your way outside of the venue so you could sit on one of the few benches they had in the patio. You rested your head on Michael’s shoulder, not really saying much as you both looked at the sky. 

This was not the outcome Michael would have expected from tonight, however he didn’t find it so terrible or scary. He only met you a few hours ago, but something inside him was telling him that you needed to be part of his life. This felt right, so right even that he didn’t want to let go of you just yet. 

“I had fun” You said, breaking the silence after a while. 

“Me too” Michael said, softly grabbing your hand and starting to play with your fingers “Kinda don’t want it to end” 

You hummed, tilting your head so you could look him in the eyes “Then don’t let it end” 

Michael’s green eyes were set on yours, noses almost brushing as you came closer and closer, taking each other’s faces from this new angle. Michael’s hand rested softly on your cheek, cupping it as his eyes traveled from your lips to your gaze. 

“How will I know that this is not a dream and you will not disappear when I open my eyes?” He said in a hushed tone, forehead resting against yours. 

“Kiss me and you’ll find out” You whispered back. Holding your breath as he brought you into a kiss. 

Everything felt just right. 

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The quiet boy stared at the happy couples with jealousy. Weddings were never his thing but he couldn’t miss his sister’s wedding, even if he wanted to. 

He sighed deeply into his drink as he thought love was playing him a cruel joke, him being the only single person within a five mile ratio. 

“What’s with the face, Robert?” Asked a voice behind him. 

“Oh, hey uncle Mike” The young man said, not really knowing when his uncle came and sat next to him “Guess I’m just not in the mood” 

Michael hummed, raising his hairy eyebrows and drawing even more wrinkles in his forehead “Feeling like love is not for you then” 

Robert looked at him confused “How do you-”

“I was once young and stupid you know? Just like you,” Robert rolled his eyes “Hey, I’m trying to teach you something here, boy”

“Sorry”

“I also thought that love was not for me and I found myself in your same position, in your grandpa’s wedding feeling absolutely miserable” Michael’s eyes gleamed at the memory, a smile spreading on his face “And then I met the love of my life not even ten minutes later” 

Michael still remembers that night like it was yesterday, even though it happened around fifty years ago. He remembers what you were wearing and the jokes that made you laugh. He still knows all the words to the songs you danced since that night, never passing a chance to slow dance with you or to give you the love and appreciation that you needed. He found out what you liked the most and what you hated, slowly learning to become one team of two individuals, but to be honest, he knew he was yours the moment he kissed you that night, thanking your great aunt every passing moment of his life, especially the night where he proposed. The sound of you saying yes through a teary smile still brings him all the joy he could ever need. 

The years he had next to you were the best years of his life. He felt blessed to have been able to enjoy all those moments by your side, keeping his promise of loving you and making you happy until your last day on earth. Whenever he thought of you after the day you left, sadness does not cloud his mind like before. You were his partner, his soulmate and he will always remember how bright you were in every single aspect, your memory brought him the comfort he needed, knowing you were waiting for him and that right now you were watching over him with a grin on your face, knowing exactly what he was about to say next. 

“And, who knows? After all, weddings are a great place to start a new story”