Nov 19, 2020
Michael Clifford b. 20th November 1995
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Michael Clifford b. 20th November 1995
CALM x michael clifford
In celebration of Michael’s 25th birthday // @blackbutterfliescal @devilatmydoor
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
Author’s note: Well hello there 👀 I have been struggling to find a promt for this Michael fic but I think I got it right this time ✌🏼 This is a genderless fic and I hope you can all enjoy it ✨ Reblogs, likes and comments/feedbacks are always welcome and encouraged! I love to hear about you guys ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy reading 🦋
My materialist and other Michael fics if you wanna be tag in future pieces please let me know!
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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.
Michael’s 25th Birthday Celebration 🎉💖
As I’m sure you’re all aware, Michael’s 25th birthday is coming up on the 20th this month 🎉 Anna (@devilatmydoor) and I wanted to put together a celebration for his birthday that highlights creators in the fandom AND helps with the gap of Michael content because he deserves it.
To participate, you can post any kind of content you want to create (fics, moodboards, gifsets, etc.) and there’s no particular prompt, though we can give you one if you want.
There are a few rules just to be fair:
- Whatever you post must center around Michael but you’re free to include the other guys, other bands, OCs, reader insert, etc. - Please be intentional with tags and warnings on your content. We want to boost as much content as possible but we also want to keep everyone safe. If you’re unsure, feel free to message either of us! - You can post/tag WIPs you’re already working on, but please don’t tag existing creations that have already been posted. Also, we would prefer to limit this to standalone works - no existing or on-going series (unless you plan to post all of it between now and the deadline). - Post your creations by midnight EST on November 18th to be included in the promo. I will be creating a masterlist of everyone’s creations and we want it to be posted in time for Michael’s birthday globally.
Use #MGC25 and tag both/either of us on here and/or on AO3 (Brooke) (Anna) once you post. You can also feel free to DM us your post since Tumblr tags can be iffy.
Remember to keep it positive! We can’t wait to see what everyone makes!! Our DMs are open if you have questions!! 💞
Tagging some of my mutuals under the cut to boost 😊
Michael’s 25th birthday celebration 💙 @blackbutterfliescal
Malum
Round Two | Michael Clifford
Summary: It’s Michael’s birthday and reader has a special surprise for him
Warnings: maybe implied smut??? It’s a barely mentioned
Requested: No, this is for Michael’s birthday celebration by @devilatmydoor and @blackbutterfliescal
Word Count: 1480
A/N: I saw this post about Michael’s celebration and since he’s my lane I had to be part of this and this is dad!sos because I love dad!sos and I think this one of the sweetest things I’ve ever written so enjoy.
MASTERLIST HERE
“Wake up sunshine” you softly spoke in your husband’s ear “happy birthday”
He lazily smiled, he was happy he could be at home for his birthday he loved touring, but he loved even more sharing special dates like this with you and the family you two had built.
“Morning beautiful” he mumbled the lazy smile not leaving his face.
“What do you want to do?” you asked him.
When he was about to ask the sounds of paws on the wood floor and the giggles of disturbed your conversation and the little bubble you two had managed to build early in the morning.
“There goes our little moment of intimacy” you giggled at Michael’s reaction.
It had been 6 years since you had your first son Adam, he always found a way to woke up early and disturb your small moments with Michael almost every morning though neither of you hated it, it was your new routine after all.
“MORNIG DADDY!” he exclaimed smiling opening the door “Happy birthday!”
He jumped on the bed by Michael’s side making him grunt, Moose and South running quickly catching up with the surprising amount of energy your boy had in the mornings.
Happy Birthday Michael Clifford✨
@blackbutterfliescal
@devilatmydoor
Shout Out To The Old Me - Michael Clifford Moodboard
My little contribution to Michael’s 25 Birthday Celebration lead by @blackbutterfliescal and @devilatmydoor