#badboy!5sos

[ghostoflhs]

gang!cashton on their way to save y/n🥺😩🤙

[pretendtobepunkrock]

14, 17, and 21 maybe with bad boy michael??? (or whichever one you'd rather do, the point is i want u to fuck me up) 😇😇

You’d always known what you’d be getting into being with Michael.

He’d never hidden who he was, never lied to you about what he did. Michael had been upfront and honest that his life as a member of the Cobras, and you’d fallen in love with him all the same.

The door opening and closing made you stir from where you’d fallen asleep on the sofa. Sitting up, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and reached for your phone, noticing the time read 3:26am. Your eyes lifted at the same time Michael walked in, and you couldn’t help but let them settle on the dark stain on his shirt, or the bruises forming on his right hand.

“Who did you murder this time?” You joke, never quite sure with Michael. He doesn’t respond, and you look up to meet his eyes, only to find a look on his face you’d never seen before. “Mike?”

“I…he…um…” As he stuttered you stood, and Michael practically fell into your open arms. You felt his body shake, and you only tightened your arms when you feel damp against your neck. “M’ sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise.”

“I hate you seeing me weak.”

“It’s okay to cry, it doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’ve been strong too long.” You tell him, hands moving to his face to pull him to look at you. “What happened tonight?”

“Fight. No murders, I promise.” He shrugs, gripping your hips. “I don’t know, this one just got to me.”

“That’s okay.” You nod, eyes scanning his face. “It can all get too much sometimes.”

“You’re thinking about something.” He half smiles, forehead dropping to yours. “I notice the way your eyes sparkle when you think, it’s cute.”

“I just worry about you.” You smile back, hands moving to his chest. “Comes with the whole I love you thing.”

“Ha. Right.” He nods, brushing his lips to yours. “I love you too Princess.”

“Glad to know.”

[ghostoflhs]

badboy!cal jumped out

[lovingdiaz]

trouble | m.c.

Part 2 of 2  of a writing prompt I saw from @5sos-writing-prompts​ :)

You can find part one here

y/f/n: your friend’s name

You and Michael didn’t leave each other’s side the rest of the night. He had his arm around your shoulder as the two of you reminisced on the past. Occasionally, he would sneak in a kiss, which you knew everyone would roll their eyes over. Ever since Michael told you he loved you, the butterflies in your stomach never left. They only intensified any time Michael would get closer to you.

You were right to come out tonight. If you hadn’t snuck out, you never would have rekindled your friendship/relationship with Michael. y/f/n is taking all the credit for that one since she was the one who sent Michael to pick you up and she was the one who convinced you to sneak out. It was starting to get late so everyone decided to shut down the party. 

“y/n, I’ll take you home.” Michael stated. You nodded in agreement as you hugged your best friend good-bye and reminding her to study for the science test.

You hopped into Michael’s truck instantly sliding over near the driver’s seat to be closer to him. After he started the truck, he put his arm around your shoulder as you laid your head on his. You began to get sleepy on the drive and tried your best to keep your eyes open. Michael looked down at you at a stop light and couldn’t help but smile. 

Soon after, the two of you arrived at your house. It was pitch black, signaling everyone had gone to bed, that is everyone except your dad since he was working. Michael pulled his car to the curb and turned it off, careful not to wake anyone. 

“y/n,” Michael gently shook you awake. “Babe, we’re at your house.” You groaned as you outstretched your arms. “C’mon. I’ll walk you to the front door.” He opened the driver’s side door and held his hand out for you to take, as you generously accepted. The two of you walked hand-in-hand to the front porch of your house, stopping to turn to each other once you reached the door.

“I’m glad you came tonight.” Michael dropped your hand to run it through his hair.

“I am too.” 

“We should do this again sometime.”

“I’d like that.” Michael closed the gap between the two of you, reaching down to cup your cheeks. He looked you in the eyes with nothing but love before placing a soft kiss on your lips. You both smiled into the kiss and once again, you didn’t want the kiss to end. The electricity that stuck through the both of you was beyond words. Kissing Michael, being with Michael, was perfect and safe. 

“I-uh-I should probably get back to my room.” You said breaking the kiss. 

“Yeah, okay.” Michael whispered before kissing you once more.

“Text me when you get home so I know you made it safely.” You said.

“I will. Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Michael.”

You watched Michael as he walked back to his truck. You couldn’t seem to erase the big grin you had on your face. You waved to him as he drove off. The worst part about everything was not the fact that you could potentially get caught for sneaking out tonight but the fact that you already missed Michael. You craved him. You wanted to feel his soft lips on your again. You wanted his touch. You tried to suppress the thoughts as you carefully unlocked and opened the front door.

A couple hours had past and you still hadn’t heard from Michael. You tried to sleep because you had to be up for school in only a few hours but you knew your mind wouldn’t be at ease until you heard from him. You reached for your phone on the nightstand and decided to text Michael.

Hey, I haven’t heard from you. Did you make it home okay?

Ten more minutes had passed and still no answer. You decided to call him in order to try and get an immediate response. The line rang and rang and rang and eventually went to voicemail. You threw your phone across the bed in both frustration and worry.

Where are you Michael?

You must’ve become so tired that you eventually fell asleep because you woke up to the annoying sound of your alarm for school. You groaned as you turned it off and sank further into the covers. Maybe you could convince your mom you were sick and could stay home from school.

But it was no use. Your mom bursted through your bedroom door minutes later and told you that unless you were on your deathbed, you were going to school. You soon remembered that you never heard back from Michael last night. You scrambled around your bed for your phone. Once you found it, to your dismay, still no message or call from Michael. You took a deep breath before getting out of bed hoping you’d see him at school today.

After slowly getting dressed and ready for the day, you made your way downstairs for breakfast. You weren’t very hungry since you were so worried about Michael but your mom insisted you eat since you had a test later that day. You were sipping on a glass of orange juice when your dad walked in from just getting off work.

“Good morning, everyone.” He said kissing your mom on the cheek.

“Good morning.” She said. “Do you want something to eat before you go to bed?”

“I’d love some pancakes, thanks.” Your dad poured himself a glass of orange juice before joining you at the table. “You okay, sweetie?” He asked you. He could clearly notice that you were tired and drained. 

“I’m fine.” He couldn’t know that you snuck out last night and were up until the hours of the night waiting to hear from the one guy he hates the most.

“She was up pretty late studying last night.” Your mom came to your rescue.

“Yeah, um, big science test today.”

“Well, it’s good to see there’s at least one good kid your age that’s going to make their mark on the world.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned your father.

“I saw that kid Michael last night while on shift.” You suddenly perked up. Maybe he knew something as to why Michael wasn’t answering you.

“Oh yeah? What happened?” You took a drink of juice.

“I had to arrest him.” You spat out your drink, getting it everywhere on the table, including your dad.

“You what? Why?!”

“Him and his friends were a part of a robbery that they tried to run away from but they didn’t get very far and-” Your dad paused suddenly realizing why cared so much as to why Michael was arrested. “Why do you care about him going to jail?”

“No, reason. Just a sad situation. Used to be such a good kid.” You lied. 

“Well, like I said,” Your mom brought your dad his breakfast and she joined the two of you with a cup of coffee. “Him and his friends were accused of stealing from the gas station a few miles from the lake and I had seen him driving in the area so I pulled him over and arrested him.”

You knew you couldn’t sit there and let Michael take the heat for something he didn’t do. You were going to have to tell your parents about the party last night. You knew once you did you would be grounded for the rest of eternity. But it was either that or let Michael sit in a scary jail cell without a chance of ever being with him again. 

“Dad,” You quietly began. “You’re gonna have to let him go.” 

“Now, why would I do that? I knew there was more to this than meets the eye...”

“You’re going to have to let him go because he didn’t do it.”

“Of course he did. It was on security footage.”

“Dad, did you actually see the security video?”

“Well, not exactly I was just told-”

“You need to call down to the police station and tell them to let Michael go!” You yelled.

“y/n, I can’t just let a criminal out of jail unless there is a legit reason! Now, what do you know about Michael that I don’t!”

“Michael didn’t commit the robbery because he was with me the whole night.” You finally confessed.

“He what?” Both your parents said in unison. 

“After I told mom goodnight, I snuck out of my room and went to a party at the lake. He drove me there and we hung out there for a few hours before he brought me home. I told him to let me know when he got home but he never contacted me and now I know why! You fucking arrested him, dad!”

“Do not swear in front of me, young lady!” He yelled at you. “I thought I told you to stay away from that punk!”

“He’s not the person everyone makes him out to be, dad! He’s still that same guy I was friends with years ago! And I love him.”

“Great. Now not only am I going to have to deal with the people at the station on my off duty hours, but now I’m going to get a strike on my profile for making a wrong accusation.” 

“Well, you should have thought about that before you assumed Michael did something he didn’t do!”

“Just so you know, you are grounded until further notice.” You dad said as he angrily stood up from the table to make the dreaded phone call. 

“I’m walking to school today. Bye, mom.”

You obviously didn’t go to school that day. You skipped in order to go downtown to the station to be there when Michael got out. You knew you would get in trouble for not only skipping school but for missing your science test as well. But you didn’t care. You needed to see it for yourself and you needed to be with Michael again. 

Hours had passed as you sat on the bench outside as you waited for any sign of Michael. You tried to distract yourself by playing on your phone but it eventually died since you forgot to charge it the night before. Your eyes slowly began to close when you faintly heard a familiar voice.

“y/n?” The voice said as it approached you. You quickly opened your eyes and turned your head to see Michael walking down the concrete steps of the police station.

“Oh my God, Michael.” You stood up and ran into his arms. “I’m so sorry.” You repeated.

“Hey,” He broke the hug. “It’s not your fault. I should never have started to hang out with those guys in the first place. I knew they were a bad influence but yet I still hung out with them anyway. I guess, I missed having you around so I figured the first person that came along would be able to fill that void.”

“But it’s all in the past now. You can move on from that and we can continue the future...together.”

Michael looked you in the eyes with a smile before kissing you. The kiss was even better than the ones from the night before. It was a kiss you had been longing for ever since Michael left you last night. You knew that things would be different from here on out. You would be able to help Michael get back on track with school and maybe even find him a part time job. You also would work hard so that the two of you could get into the same college far far away from this town. A place where no one knew either one of you and you could start your lives over. Nothing else in the world mattered except for you and Michael.

The end. Thanks for reading :)

[weavingshaw]

can u imagine being the new girl and one day it's really hot and you're wearing a tight-fitting dress and badboy!michael can't help but pull you to the side of the hallway after lesson and whispers 'how come i didn't notice that hot body of yours sooner, babygirl?' and the squeezing you asS (this is the first blurb i ever wrote and it's probably really bad but everything has a start amiright?)

omg this isn’t bad at all!!!!! i love badboy tropes :-)

[weavingshaw]

Okay SO badboy!michael and you sharing a class together and the teacher has the desks set up in a way that you can see each other from across the room and you always catch him looking at you and he always winks and bites his lip when you catch him and one day the teacher moves everyone's seat and y'all end up next to each other and from then on he asks you on a date and you guys end up dating and he's constantly teasing you in class by always stroking your thigh and oH MY i sHoUld sTOp

FFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUCK

[weavingshaw]

Imagine high school!michael and bad boy!michael asking you on an a date and y'all go to a little frozen yogurt/ice cream place and while you're eating your ice cream he suddenly boops your nose with his spoon that has a bit of ice cream on it and then he says "Oh look babygirl, seems like you have a a bit of ice cream on your nose." And then he leans forward and kisses your nose to get it off and when he leans back with a smirk

im–

[callumhoof]

4/4 Badboy Part I

MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD: 

Gym class your favorite part of the day, not. You hated the fact that you had to wear short shorts and a tight tee-shirt to gym class. You are standing there watch the gym teacher talking about some new workout that you had to do for today. The doors of the gym open loudly causing everyone to turn and look towards the door. There stood the schools bad boy, Michael Clifford. Don’t get me wrong he is hot as hell with those tattoos, eyebrow piercing, and his newly died hair but he sleeps with a lot of girls along with the rest of his three friends. “Mr. Clifford you are late,” your gym teacher reprimands him. “And I care why,” he says with a smirk on his face. Your gym teacher rolls her eyes before continuing to talk about whatever she was talking about. Although you should be listening to what she is saying you couldn’t because Michael Clifford was just so damn hot. He looks over towards you and smirk brightly. You immediately turn away from him and back to the teacher. You feel a presence behind you but you don’t dare turn around because you seem to know who it is. “You know it’s not nice to stare, Princess,” Michael says gripping onto your waist. (JESUS TAKE THE WHEEEEEEEL) “I-I wasn’t staring,” you stutter. He was so close you could smell smoke and his amazing smelling cologne. “It’s not good to lie ya know,” he retorts back to you. In your head you were running around like a crazy person but on the outside you tried to stay calm. “What are you going to do about it?” you retort back. “What can I do to you, y/ln?” he says back you against a wall. “Michael! y/n! Are you going to make out or actually participate?” the gym teacher rudely interrupts. “I’ll take care of you later,” Michael winks leaving you stunned. 

 ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN: 

"Pay attention," you growl at Ashton as he yet again daydreams off. You were trying to tutor Ashton in geometry but he obviously was not interested. "But everything is so boring, why do I really care about the radius of circles," he complains leaning his head back. Ashton was what you would call the bad boy of our school. The more you got to know him and past all the drugs, he is actually a really cute and nice guy. His light brown hair and hazel eyes were so attractive to you. "Ashton please just listen," you complain looking up at him with pleading eyes. You two are sitting on his bed in your daily tutoring. "But I'm bored, y/n," he complains again. Sighing knowing you won't be getting anywhere with the curly haired boy you lay back onto his bed. You look at the posters covering his walls and relax into the bed. All of a sudden Ashton is randomly on top of you. "Ashton, what are you doing?" you ask looking up at him with an odd look. He smirks down at you, "You're quite distracting." "Oh am I?" you challenge him with a smirk of your own. "Yeah you are, with that ass of yours and those leggings," he says putting a hand near your butt. Ashton leans down closer to you and just as your lips were about to meet until the door swings open. "Ashton! Band practice let's go," Michael yells looking at the two of you with wide eyes. "Oh may damn." Ashton groans but get off of you. You quickly fix yourself and grab your things. "I'll just, um go," you say quickly shoving things in your bag. As you leave you give a wave at the two guys and walk out quickly. 

CALUM THOMAS HOOD: 

Your back is pressed against the wall sipping on the random drink in my cup. You didn't even want to be at this party. It's your typical high school party, weed, alcohol, and even more drugs. You really wanted to leave, you could just leave but you didn't want to leave your friend without a ride. Contemplating on whether or not you should just have some fun. Taking one last drink from your cup, you hand a random person your drink and walk to the dance floor. Alcohol always made you giggly, so as you made your way to the dance floor you just kept laughing. You were enjoying yourself dancing to the loud beats playing. You felt hands come into your waist, you didn't push them away but slightly looked back to see who it was. Calum Hood, the hot bad boy with tattoos and muscles and hotness. "Pretty girl, what's your name?" he asks into your ear. You smirk at the name, not really realizing what you were doing since the alcohol. "y/n," you reply grinding your hips into his. "I much prefer my name I gave you," he hums into your ear as he grinds his hips back. You continue working your hips on him, you push a little harder and he grips your hips tighter. "Pretty girl, those hips of yours are telling me lets go somewhere more private," he whispers into your ear. "Listen to my hips then," you reply with a smirk. A smirk grows on his features, his brown eyes going dark. He grabs your arm and drags you up the stairs. Picking a room, he slams the door shut.

LUKE ROBERT HEMMINGS: 

You were just walking, you didn't really know where you were going. You had a huge fight with your dad and walked out. Now you were just walking, you didn't know how long you had been walking. Glancing up you see Luke Hemmings sitting on his porch smoking a cigarette, just chilling. He looks up and sees you standing their. “What are you doing here, y/n?” he asks staying in his spot on the stairs. You shrug your shoulders at him definitely not in the mood to be talking right now. “Nothing?” he asks standing up from the stoop and towards you. “I’m not in the mood to talk right now,” you sass him. He puts his hands up in defense, “I didn’t mean any harm.” You sigh knowing he was only being nice, “I’m sorry, I just am stressed.” He nods his head and grabs something from his back pocket, he pulls out a cigarette and extends it towards you. Taking that from him and the lighter you light it up. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you stressed?” he asks looking at you take a drag. “My dad and I got into a fight about some stupid shit,” you mumble shrugging your shoulders. He nods his head not saying anything else after that, the two of you stood there in silence, a comfortable silence. “Do you want a ride home?” he asks putting out his cigarette with his boot. You had to go home eventually, so you nod your head and let Luke lead you to his car. 

PART 2 ??????

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