hello, my darlings, it's ya girl. i’m feeling sad that christmas is coming to an end, so i wrote this, this is by no means my best work, just a lil soft something :)xx
tw: there aren’t really any trigger warnings needed as it’s just a little bit of soft mikey, but tbh that should be a warning in itself. swearing, kissing, physical touch, mention of sex, and maybe a slight sense of nostalgia as mentally, i’m still in the youngblood era. love from tiffy 🤍
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“baby. baby babes. what exactly are you doing?”
michael, who over this christmas break had taken to walking around the house with just the fuzzy socks you’ve gifted him for christmas, had snuck upstairs into the attic after you. you’d also gifted him slippers in an attempt to make him more distinguishable upon your hardware floors as he never wore shoes inside the home, but he’d slid the slippers under his side of the bed, claiming, “they should be for cold feeties only.”
you, the one he’d claimed after opening his rather grandparent-like presents from you was the only gift he’d ever need and want, shouted in surprise from where you were standing: on an old rocking chair, attempting to retrieve a checked fleece blanket from a shelf.
“i want to get this blanket; they’re showing all four of the ‘home alone’ ‘s in a few minutes, and i wanted to be extra cozy.”
michael assumed “they” was a broadcasting service on the TV, and watched with amusement as you stood on your tippy-toes in a spirited attempt to take hold of the requested blanket.
you squealed as the chair rocked forwards, your hand still outreached, and you flipped michael a middle finger as you heard a snicker behind you.
quiet as always, michael walked up behind you, placing a hand on your waist (and smiling when you jumped in surprise), and reached with ease as he took the blanket off the shelf. he handed it to you wordlessly and giggled when you hugged it tight like a five-year-old reunited with their favorite cuddly toy.
michael placed the hand on your waist on your back, and swung his other arm underneath your legs, lifting you into his arms, pressed against his chest.
you tucked the blanket between your legs, and put both your arms around his neck. “my knight in shining amour”, you murmured.
michael placed a gentle kiss on your lips, and carefully carried you back downstairs.
“come on, kitten. i’ll make you a hot chocolate with that velvetiser i got you.”
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midway through ‘home alone 4′ when imposter-kevin opened up a gift from his new step-mother, and exclaimed, “wow, thanks!”, you turned to michael, who, to your surprise, was avidly watching rather than snoring, and asked, “what was your best thing this christmas, mikey?”
he flicked his eyes up to you. “what, present wise?” he mumbled, his mouth pressed against your shoulder as he snuggled into position as a big spoon.
“yeah,” you nodded.
“you, kitten, you’re my best thing.”
you giggled, covering your mouth with the blanket. “is that because i blew you on christmas night?”
michael giggled at the memory but shook his head. “no, kitten. this is the first full christmas break we’ve had together since we were sixteen. i got to spend it with warm toes, and my fiesty, festive kitten. you’ve always been my best thing.”
there was silence between you two, aside from imposter-kevin on the tv.
you unwrapped your hand from the blanket, and put it on michael’s cheek, bringing his eyes up to meet yours. “you’ve always been my best thing, mikey.”
michael smiled at you, the big, toothy, happy one you love to see, and reached around ever so slightly to kiss you.
“well, that’s good,” michael winked.
michael reached around you to the cabinet drawer behind your head and pulled a small box out.
@maluminspace: YESSSSS BABY TWIN BOY AMD GIRL PLS!!! THAT WOULD BE SUPER ADORABLE 😭 You could start it where they’re tiny newborns like still in the hospital and they’re so tiny and soft in their little blankets and hats and he can’t stop staring them and he wants to pick them up and cuddle them but they’re sleeping and you tell him he needs to sleep too but he doesn’t want to leave the twins yet and I’m getting carried away so I’ll stop 🙈
“They’re so tiny.”
Michael whispered, for not the first time that day. You chuckled from your spot in the unfamiliar bed, pulling the scratchy blankets up a little further around your waist, trying to get comfortable enough to get some sleep.
“You haven’t slept in nearly 24 hours, Michael.” You reminded him, not able to take your eyes away from where your husband was perched on the end of your bed, his gaze stuck on the sleeping bundles in the crib in front of him. One boy, one girl. His heart felt so complete. The tone of your voice reminded him of his own mother, who found him many times as a teenager, still awake in the middle of the night, too focused on his video games to sleep. Although, his lack of sleep right now was for a much different reason. It reminded him that you were in fact now just that - a mother. To Nancy and Felix Clifford, who he couldn’t avert his attention from. “You should get some sleep, before they wake up and we have to do everything again.”
“I just can’t stop staring at them.” He murmured softly, letting his pointer finger run up and down Felix’s soft cheek. The tiny boy stirred a little, an even tinier hand escaping the blanket he was swaddled in to rub his eyes. “Oh my god, babe. They’re the cutest babies i’ve ever seen.”
“If I say you can hold them, does that mean you’ll at least try to sleep?” You tried to bargain with him, knowing it would be a struggle to get him to stop staring at them without giving them a cuddle first. His eyes lit up at this - with excitement, and nervousness. Holding one baby seemed terrifying enough, but two? It made his heart race a little faster.
“I don’t want to wake them up, though.” He looked at you anxiously, and your heart warmed at the anticipation in his eyes.
“You won’t, Mike. If you’re gentle, they’ll probably just stay asleep on you.” You reassured him, slowly moving in bed so you were sat up closer to where Michael was. He gently moved the little crib closer to you, where you could reach the babies without enduring too much discomfort. Michael moved so he could sit comfortably near the head of the bed, letting the pillows support his back so he could hold the babies securely. “Here you go.”
“Woah.” The noise rushed past his lips before he could stop it, almost as a reflex. The sweet snuffles and tiny snores spilling from Nancy’s pouty lips made his heart ache, at how much he loved her. She was a warm, comforting weight on his chest, and it made him feel so content.
“Are you ready for Felix too?” You asked him, making sure he had a good grasp of Nancy as you cradled Felix in your hands. He nodded, making sure he had one firm but gentle hand on Nancy’s back, to keep her snug against his chest. He held his free arm out, wrapping it around Felix’s back as you laid him on the other side of his chest, right next to his sister.
“There we go. Hi, babies.” He cooed softly to them, trying to relax his tight grip on the twins, so they could snuggle a little closer to eachother. They had spent nine months together growing inside of you, all they knew of the world was eachother. They felt secure together, and Michael wanted them to feel safe. He had been waiting for this moment for nine months - it felt so surreal. “I’ve got you.”
You sat quietly next to them, letting him have his moment with the new babies. You rested your head on his shoulder, setting back into the bed, appreciating the quietness of the room.
“You did so good, baby.” He spoke softly against your hairline, his lips resting there as he kissed your forehead. He was in awe of you, of your body, and everything you had done for him. “I’m so proud of you.”
“We both did it.”
A/N: So there we go! We have our Michael universe! Thank you SO much for the suggestion @maluminspace - I hope you love this! I’m doing blurb week until next Sunday so if you have any requests please let me know here ♥️
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Okay okay abo night here we go: being best buds w Alpha!Michael but everyone thinks ur a beta until u go into heat whilst hanging w Michael and hes on High Alert bc his best friend, would-be-soul-mate if she was an omega, actually IS an omega and I just. Need it
ohhh fuck I love this trope and like he’d be so conflicted bc some alphas do date betas but it’s really hard on them when they’re going through ruts and you’re his best friend and he doesn’t think he could be in a relationship with you without being able to make it perfect (and maybe that’s the alpha in him) but one day you’re hanging out at his and he can smell something really really sweet in the air, like someone lit a scented candle or something, and he can’t focus on the movie playing and then he hears you gasp and you grab his knee with an iron grip and he looks at you and your pupils are blown and if you were an omega he’d say you were going into heat but -
oh shit
and it’s hitting you so hard and you crawl into his lap whining like “Mikey, I - alpha, I need -” and he’s trying really hard not to panic because he wants you so fucking bad but he knows you’re not really all there right now and so he just helps you grind on his thigh until the orgasm has cleared your head a little and he tries to get you back like “y/n, you’re going into heat right now, understand? you’re presenting as omega.” but you just reach for his cock like “your omega” and he catches your wrist before you can grab him like “we’re not doing that until I get my girl back, okay? But I’m gonna help you through this. You’re gonna show me how you touch yourself, okay, baby?”
A/N: @thicc-bread always here to save my ass with edits and to make me write things lol. Here we gooooo, enjoy!
Part 1//Part 3//
You hear a repetitive knock at your door and you quickly head over to open it, expecting Calum with the pizza he’d ordered for movie night. However, when you open it you’re met with four tall Aussies, instead of one. Your gaze darts from Calum, to the other boys, landing on Michael whose eyes are trailing down your pajama clad body with a smirk on his face, and you look back at Calum, eyes wide with shock. Swallowing, you cross your arms over your braless, tank top clad chest. It had been a couple weeks since you’d seen Michael, you’d gone out of your way to avoid him after the party.
“Hey, Cal, did you, uh, forget something?” You raise your eyebrows.
Calum looks down at the box in his hands, “nah, I remembered the pizza this time.”
You glare at him and Michael shakes his head, chuckling, “she means us, idiot.”
A look of realization crosses his face, “oh shit… uh, Y/N I brought the lads with me, hope that’s cool,” he mumbles out, smiling sheepishly at you.
You roll your eyes, opening the door wider and walking away, not bothering to say anything more. Calum and the guys head to the kitchen with the pizza, but Michael hangs back, eyeing your sleep shorts.
“This how you always dress for nights in with Calum?” He asks cockily, eyes trailing back up to your chest. You send him a sharp glare, moving your arms to block his gaze and he smiles lazily at you, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, princess.” You turn around with a huff and head to your room. You quickly throw on one of the sweatshirts Cal has left at your place, and head back out to the living room area. All the boys are already sitting down eating pizza, and you see the only spot open is in between Calum and Michael. You plop down on the sofa with a sigh, tugging the blanket off the back of it and cover your legs.
“Thanks,” Michael says, pulling the blanket over himself as well.
You roll your eyes and cross your arms back over your chest, turning your gaze to Calum who is currently scrolling through your Netflix for a movie to watch. Once he picks one, you grab a slice of pizza and lean back to pay attention to it.
After two slices and one and a half movies, you find yourself relaxing into the couch, snuggling further into the blanket, until you feel a familiar hand on your thigh. You peer around the room, instinctively, to see if anyone has noticed the change, but you realize you’re covered by the blanket. You sneak a glance at Michael, who appears to be completely enamored with the film playing on your tv. Shrugging, you go back to the movie, or trying to at least. Michael’s hand is warm on your bare thigh, and you know exactly what his fingers feel like – you shake off your indecent thoughts. You were doing a good job too, until his hand slide farther up to reach the inside of your thigh, causing you to suck in a tense breath and regret not putting any underwear on when you went upstairs to grab a sweater. His hand pushes your loose bottoms to the side, ghosting lightly over your folds. One of your hands fists at the blanket, trying your best not to make any sort of noise. His hand stills for a moment, and you open your legs wider, giving him silent permission. He smirks and slowly runs through your folds causing you to shudder and goosebumps to run across your skin. You grit your teeth as one of his fingers circles your entrance, teasing you. You send him a small glare and he slips one into your already soaking hole, curling it forward.
“Always so wet for me, babe,” he mumbles quietly, so the others don’t overhear. Your thighs clench around his hand at his words, and you see him smirk from the corner of your eye.
He begins thrusting in and out at a quick pace before sliding another digit inside you, making your eyes flutter shut. You can feel your face heating up as he continues his silent torture. He begins scissoring his fingers, stretching your walls, and you let out a small whimper when he adds another finger. His hand freezes immediately, as Ashton looks over at you.
“You okay, Y/N?” Ash asks, brows furrowed with concern.
“Yeah, you don’t look so good,” adds Luke. Calum places his hand on your forehead, feeling how warm you are.
“Are you sick? You’re burning up,” his voice full of worry. You don’t know what to say, your words are stuck in your throat. The last thing you need is for any of the guys to catch on to what’s currently happening under the blanket.
Michael sees your flustered reaction and asks easily, “do you want us to go leave so you can get some rest?”
You nod silently and clear your throat, “y-yeah, sorry guys, I’m just not feeling great all of a sudden.”
The boys nod understandingly and start to get up, taking their dishes to the kitchen. Michael slowly pulls his fingers out of you, making you let out a quiet groan at the emptiness. He smirks at your reaction and leans into your ear, “I have to drop the guys off, I’ll be back in 15 minutes,” he whispers, before nibbling at the skin on your neck. He gets up, leaving you boneless on the couch with the blanket thrown haphazardly across your lap. The guys all leave you with ‘get well soon’s and a forehead kiss from Cal. Once you hear the door shut, you put your hands over you face and let out a loud groan and mutter, “fuck.” You get up with a sigh and throw the blanket back over the back of the couch, before grabbing the empty pizza boxes and heading into the kitchen. After tossing it away, you quickly grab the dirty dishes, placing them in the dishwasher. By the time you’re finished cleaning up, there’s a knock at the door and you head over to answer it. When you open it up, Michael’s lips instantly land on yours in a heated kiss and you both stumble back into the apartment, Michael kicking the door shut behind you. When you feel the end of the couch hit the backs of your knees, you break for air and he mutters, “I hate seeing you in his clothes,” as he rips the sweatshirt off of you.
“Didn’t know you were so possessive,” you say, raising an eyebrow at him.
He rolls his eyes at your response and mumbles, “you love it,” before kissing down your jawline to your neck. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it as he nips along your skin until he reaches a sensitive spot, and bites down harshly. His tongue smoothes over the newly bruised area before pushing you back onto the couch and climbing on top of you. His hands pulls at the hem of your shirt lifting it over your head, and they immediately grab at your bare breasts. “I didn’t get to play with these the last time,” he mumbles against your skin, before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. His teeth graze over the sensitive skin, giving you goosebumps. He then tugs at the bud with his teeth, nibbling gently before swirling his tongue around it. Your back arches as he switches to the other side and continues his ministrations on you, his hand coming up to massage the other breast. He lips then make their way down your torso, licking and biting along the way.
“I’ve been wondering what you taste like for so fucking long,” Michael tells you, slowly pulling the soft fabric down your legs. His hands spread your legs apart, giving him access to the area he’s been salivating over. You feel his tongue lick a broad stripe through your fold, the feeling leaves you breathless, as you spread your legs farther, wanting him closer. “Mhm, that’s it princess, spread your legs for Daddy like a good little slut,” he says before gently taking your clit between his teeth, pulling on it lightly. You bite your lip to try and control your screams as he moves his mouth down to your entrance. His tongue slips inside of you, and you tug harshly on his hair, desperately wanting more. Your legs start to tremble when one of his hands moves from your thigh, to your clit, rubbing harshly and pulling every now and again. A familiar pit starts to form in the bottom of your stomach as he switches his hand and his mouth, thrusting two fingers inside you and pumping them at an unforgiving pace. You let out a loud moan as he curls them, pressing down harshly on the spongy spot, and you feel him smirk against your skin.
“Michael, please,” you groan out.
He hums against you, “what d’ya want, princess?”
“I – fuck – I want to cum.”
He chuckles lowly and smirks up at you, “you hate me so much, yet you’re begging me to make you cum.”
You roll your eyes and mumble a small, “please,” and Michael shakes his head, slowly sliding his fingers out of you for the second time tonight.
“Think I want you to cum on my cock,” he says standing up from his position on the floor. You watch him hungrily as he quickly slides his shorts and briefs to the floor, freeing his dick. “Hands and knees, doll,” he tells you while slowly stroking his cock. Licking your lips, you do as he says and turn to face the back of the couch, ass in the air. His hands run down your back to each cheek, massaging them roughly, and you feel his tip rub against your entrance teasingly. “Michael,” you say impatiently, and he clicks his tongue before ramming into you. You both groan loudly at the feeling and your legs already begin trembling from the stretch he’s creating. His hands grasp your hips tightly as he pulls out all the way before slamming back in again, settling on a delicious pace. You can already tell you’re going to be sore tomorrow, but you love it. The sounds of skin hitting skin reverberates through the apartment, it’s the only thing that can be heard other than your panting and the repetitive mantra of Michael’s name spilling from your lips. That is until a loud knock at the door sounds, causing Michael’s hips to stutter to a halt.
“Y/N?” Calum’s voice sounds through the door.
“Shit,” you mumble, turning back to look at Michael in panic.
“Just don’t answer, he’ll leave eventually,” he states, starting to roll his hips again.
Your eyes flutter shut as pleasure shoots through you, but you manage to stutter out, “he – fuck – has a key, Mike, you have to stop.”
“Fuck,” he grumbles before slowly pulling out, both of you groaning at the loss. He quickly grabs his clothes, and looks at you frantically as there’s another knock at the door.
“Upstairs. Hide in the bathroom,” you say, picking up your pjs in a rush and throwing them on. He rushes up the stairs as you make your way to the front door. Opening it to reveal your best friend, with soup and crackers. “Hey, Cal, what’re you doing here?” you ask trying to stay nonchalant.
“Just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. Thought I’d bring ya some soup,” he says with a warm smile on his face. You flush at the idea of Calum going out of his way to do something so nice while you’re fucking one of his best friends behind his back. “So, uh, can I come in?” he asks, giving you a funny look. You glance nervously behind you before turning back and flashing him a nervous smile, “sure.”
He walks past you and heads to the kitchen, setting the soup and crackers on the counter. Turning to look at you with an unreadable expression, he asks, “you mind telling me why you were moaning Mike’s name when I got here?”
Ok I finallyyy found the time to write out that Michael concept so here it is. Imagine him streaming one day and you pop in to ask what he wants for dinner and all the fans are aw-ing at your relationship but you’re quickly off to get/make food and let Michael do his thing but once he’s done he finds you in the kitchen and wraps his arms around you and lifts you on the counter and tells you how much he loves you and kisses are shared that turn into a full blown make out session -🙈
okay im sooo sorry my beautiful anon that this took such a long time for me to complete. i hope you can forgive me!!! your concept was super cute but i wasn’t inspired at the time. i hope you like this though!!! i love you so much babe!!!
ohh my godd this is so cute!!! like you quickly come into the room where his set up is to ask him what he wants to eat, and he takes off his headphones so he can hear you better before giving you his answer and quickly going back to his game and the stream. and like throughout the stream, he looks down at the comments section or whatever and sees comments from the fans saying all how cute your relationship was. and he would playfully yell at the viewers saying that the stream was about him playing fortnite not you or his relationship so they should pay more attention to his and his awesome fortnite skills. but he would be blushing from all of the positive feedback from the fans because their approval of you made him so happy.
once you had finished cooking, you would pop your head back into the room where is his gaming station was located and told him that dinner was ready, and he needed to come down and eat while the food is still hot. when the fans caught a glimpse of you in the background, the comment section went wild again which made michael laugh before saying goodbye and ending the stream.
he would walk to the kitchen and find you getting a some plates from the cabinet. the stream had put michael in a loving and affectionate mood since the many of the fans were showing you so much love, and he wanted to do the same. walking over to where you were he would wrap his arms around your waist and place his head on your shoulder, whispering in your ear about how he loved you to the moon and back. spinning you around, he would pick you up and place you on top of the kitchen counter, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist. giving him a quick peck on the lips, you tried to hop of the counter, but michael would have any of it. he would gently push you back up on the counter and pull you in for a deep kiss telling you over and over again how much you mean to him and how much he loves you. and lets be real, yall don’t leave that counter until the food is stone cold.
ok so lets say you’re dating michael and he wants you to come on vacation with the boys but you want it to be special so instead of going to their usual lesiure destinations that are tropical and warm, you suggest a visit to canada instead. you prefer the cold and you couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see the boys attempting to ski or snowboard so they all a little begrudgingly agree. fast foward to you all at the ski resort and the boys are all grumbling a little as they put on their heavy coats and pants, beanies, gloved, and goggles. luke pokes michael with his elbow and gives him a look like “why did y/n pick the COLDEST PLACE EVER?” and michael just chuckles and pats his back before grabbing your mitten covered hand and leading the group outside. i can totally see them trying to be hooligans on the ski lift and you’re just shouting “STOP HITTING EACH OTHER. YOU WILL FALL OFF, DUMBASSES!” and there was definitely a close call or two with cashton in front of you guys making the benches swing on the way up but luckily you all make it to the top in one piece. calum takes off on the slope “see you suckers later!” and immediately faceplants, which makes you all laugh. you teach michael how to carefully navigate the snowy mountain, holding his hand the whole time and HIS NOSE WOULD BE ALL RED FROM THE COLD and i can see you all taking cheesy pictures at the bottom and ashton would post them with the caption “thanks to y/n we all almost died but it sure as hell was fun” and fuck i wanna ski with the boys
just imagine playing videos games with michael. like sitting next to each other while playing mariokart and nudging at each other’s sides with your elbows and leaning into each other dramatically while making a turn because you think getting your whole body into it will really help and you both yell at the other for messing you up. or on more relaxed days you’re laying on the couch and he’s laying between your legs and your legs are wrapped around him while you’re playing fortnite because he begged you play it with him and he’s talking you through what to do the entire time and he gets really excited whenever he gets a kill and you just can’t help but laugh at him.
