#michael monroe x reader

[itsgaga]

ʜᴀɴᴏɪ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱ

Razzle

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴀᴢᴢʟᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

Michael Monroe

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍᴏɴʀᴏᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

Sami Yaffa

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴀᴍɪ ʏᴀꜰꜰᴀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

Hi<3 It’s me that asked about the poly relationships, thanks for your answer! I’ve gotten very interested in Hanoi Rocks again recently, especially lovely Sami and Michael so I was wondering if you could write headcanons about dating both of them💗

youuu got it!

warning: drug use mention

two tols and a smol

bonus points if you’re a lot shorter than both of them that would be adorable (they’ve only got like 5 inches on me lol)

you’re all very protective of each other, even before the romantic relationship

ofc you all have designated nicknames and pet names for each other

for michael: mikey, sunshine, luv

for sami: sam, punkin, darling

for you: lovie, hon/honey, beau

michael wakes up early and sam likes to sleep in so either you and michael tried to get sam to get up and start the day early with you guys or you and sam beg michael to stay in bed a liiitle longer

hair braiding circles all the damn time

sometimes you playfully fight over who gets to be in the middle- literally anywhere- on the couch, in bed, at a restaurant or a bar

additionally, if they’re coked up they’re awake for days on end (accurate), if you do lines with them you’re all on the same page but if you’re the sober one sometimes it can be a little chaotic, especially if you’re living with them

one time michael was on his way home and passed your fav bakery and decided to get you some cookies, and when he got home, there was already a box that sam got earlier. so there was a surplus of cookies, which isn’t a bad problem to have

sometimes they gang up on you and pull pranks (you all do with each other), like they’ll come up to you with smirks on their faces and before you can ask what’s going on, they pick you up and throw you on the couch lol

[sami--yaffa]

𖦹𓏵ִ ࣪𖤐⭐️ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍᴏɴʀᴏᴇ'ꜱ ᴛᴡɪɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ...

˚⋆𐙚｡ 𖦹.

⭐️--Doing everything together. EVERYTHING.

⭐️--You being the one to pull more pranks out of Mike, and Razzle and The others confusing mike for it.

⭐️-- "Y/N did you manage to put mayo in my toothpaste bottle?" And they glare daggers at mike.

⭐️-- "How would I be able to do that??"

⭐️--‼️‼️‼️ FASHION QUEENS‼️‼️‼️

⭐️-- you guys are better than any other siblings because you bith actually share clothes and accessories without arguing.

⭐️-- People think your style is more strange than Mike's because you LOVE to wear silly things.

⭐️-- "Why are you wearing bandages around your waist.."

⭐️-- "It's called fashion, honey."

⭐️-- TWIN TELEPATHY!!

⭐️-- you with speak at the same time almost all the time and it's lowkey funny and cool.

⭐️-- Michael thinks it's a flex for sure.

⭐️-- "Me and my sister/brother Y/N can speak at the same time any time, it's kinda cool right??"

⭐️--YOU BOTH HAVING GREAT TALENT.

⭐️-- The most sassy duo.

⭐️-- Going on a shopping spree 3x a week.

⭐️-- You getting lost.

⭐️-- "Where did Y/N go.." Sami Is stuck in question

⭐️-- "Where do they never go?" --Mike

⭐️-- "If I'm dying, you're dying with me" troupe

⭐️-- you and Michael are partners in crimes.

⭐️-- You once broke your right arm and got a yellow cast and Michael broke his left and got a orange one. You signed your name on his and he signed his on yours.

⭐️-- DISLIKING SOME FOODS HE HATE.

⭐️-- You hating coffee, but love tea (sorry if u like coffee)

⭐️--SAME MUSIC TASTE.

⭐️-- you being younger than him by 13 minutes but act the oldest.

⭐️-- "Mike come back around 7pm"

⭐️-- "You're younger than me."

⭐️-- "We don't count the lame 13 minutes😒."

⭐️-- He loves coloring books, you hate them.

⭐️-- The "too-much-of-the-details" make you lose motivation and energy.

⭐️-- "I don't wanna color this anymore."

⭐️-- "All you did was open the marker?"

⭐️-- Being his back up singer when he's sick‼️‼️

⭐️-- Michael feels as if he needs to try hard and you're like.. "Girl, bye.."

⭐️-- YOU CAN SING LIKE HIM‼️

⭐️-- Your hair is shorter than his by 1 inch.

⭐️-- you both like odd numbers.

⭐️-- YOU BEING A HEAVY DRINKER, MIKE, NO!!

⭐️-- ice skating queens‼️🙏

⭐️-- Except when you busted your buns, huns.

⭐️-- You being more bold than he is, not scared to shut something down if needed.

⭐️-- Someone once said you brother looks like a fag and you went off

⭐️-- GOING TO ARCADES WITH HANOI ROCKS!!

⭐️-- YOU AND RAZZLE AND MICHAEL BEING THE TOP 3 WINNERS.

⭐️-- At the end of the day you both are the world wide best set of twins, everybody loves, hates, adore, and wanna be

[multifandomrandomgirl]

Just a Kiss - Michael Monroe x reader

Masterlist:

Wordcount: 882

Warnings: slight bad language

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The spare room in Andy McCoy’s house was dimly lit, a street lamp in the distance softly filtered through the old, thin curtains. Muffled music pulsated throughout the house, the bass vibrated through the floorboards. The distant party downstairs reminded Y/N that the world was still spinning even though in the small spare room, it felt as though time had come to a halt.

Michael Monroe, the blond bombshell lead singer of Hanoi Rocks was standing by the window, he took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke curled lazily before it disappeared. Michael’s long hair cascaded over his shoulders but the usual charismatic glimmer in his eyes was gone.

Y/N was sitting on the edge of the bed, a lump formed in her throat. She’d always found herself drawn to Michael like a moth to a lamp/ Not because of his fame or his looks, but because he made her feel alive and free. That had all changed tonight and Y/N couldn’t understand why.

“Why did you do it?” Y/N finally bit the bullet and ended the silence between them.

“It’s just a kiss, what’s the big deal?” Michael didn’t turn to look at Y/N. He took another drag of his cigarette.

“Just a kiss?” Y/N echoed, tears stung at her eyes in disbelief. “How can you say that?”

“What more do you want me to say?” He finally turns to look at her, his eyes cold and empty. “That it meant something? That I felt something? It was just a fucking kiss.” His voice was emotionless.

“It wasn’t just a kiss, Michael. Not to me.” Y/N stood up, her body trembling.

“You’re being ridiculous. We kissed. That’s it. Don’t make it into something it isn’t.” Michael rolled his eyes.

“Why are you doing this?” Y/N asked, her voice breaking. She was shocked at how indifferent he was acting. “Why are you acting like you don’t care?”

“Because I don’t fucking care,” Michael spat. “I already told you that.”

“Liar,” Y/N whispered, his words hitting her hard. “You’re not as cold as you try to make people believe. You’re lying.”

“You know nothing about me.” He laughed bitterly.

“What are you so afraid of? Tell me.” Y/N pleaded, taking a step closer to him.

Michael looked at her, and for a split second, his mask slipped away. Y/N briefly saw some vulnerability on his face. Then, it disappeared.

“There’s nothing to tell,” Michael snapped. “What you see is what you get with me. I never promised you anything, and don’t think I will now.”

Y/N felt her heart shatter at his words. She wanted to cry, to hiy him, make him feel the pain she felt as his words stabbed her like a knife. But she couldn’t. She knew that no matter how much it pained her, no matter how deep the cuts were from his words, she couldn’t ever hate him. Y/N loved Michael, the cruelest twist life had thrown at her.

“I thought I meant something to you, I thought we meant something.” Y/N whispered, a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

Michael shrugged, not looking at her.

“How can you just stand there and act like we don’t matter, like I don’t matter?” Her voice rose.

Michael sighed, a hand ran through his blond locks. “Because it’s easier like this. It’s easier to pretend that this was just a kiss, if I admit it was more, then what? What do we do? My life doesn’t really allow space for a relationship.”

Y/N stared at him, his words and the truth behind them seemed to suffocate her. She knew he was telling the truth, his chaotic Rockstar lifestyle had no room for stability or love, but it still hurt her.

“So that’s it?” She asked quietly. “You’re going to walk away and act like this never happened?”

“It’s better, for both of us.” Michael nodded.

Y/N’s heart sank as she realised he’d made up his mind and convinced himself that this was the only way. She was willing to fight for him, but he wasn’t. It wouldn’t make a difference anymore.

“Goodbye, Michael.” Y/N whispered, more tears streaming down her face as she made her way to the door.

Michael didn’t respond, he watched her go to leave. Y/N’s hand hovered on the doorknob momentarily, her mind in turmoil of whether or not she should continue to fight, Y/N stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. It felt like the final nail in the coffin. She loved him, with everything she had, more than anything, but it wasn’t enough. Y/N broke down in the hallway.

Michael was still frozen inside the room where she had left him, his heart ached. He’d done what he thought was right, what he thought would protect you and him. But now, he felt like he had made the biggest mistake of his life.

“It was just a kiss.” He whispered to himself, trying to make himself believe that he was right. The words hung in the empty air, meaningless.

Deep down inside, Michael knew that it was more than just a kiss and that he was the world’s biggest idiot.

[psych0-str1ngs]

Panic Attack- Non binary! reader x michael monroe

Authors Note: Anon, if you see this, i hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: uh, cussing? Booze (just beer), crying, angst of sorts, depression mentions

Lately, it's felt as though the whole world has been crashing around you, you spent most of your days laying in bed, or restlessly working to keep your mind busy. Today was different, it was one of your few days off and you decided to bake something for you and mike. Michael unfortunately had to work with the band today, photo shoots, interviews and what not. It was okay though, you knew he'd be home soon.

So there you were, standing in the kitchen with a Christmas apron on, reading the recipe book on the counter. Your eyes scanned over the different measurements, searching for the ingredients you needed. You smiled lightly and grabbed everything you needed and started to make the cake. You mixed in all the ingredients your arms started to get tired so you took a breather and grabbed a beer from the fridge. You went back to the batter and poured it into the pan, before opening the oven door.

"jesus," You said to yourself, feeling the heat cloud your face.

You slid the dish on to the rack, your arm lightly gazing the top rack. You quickly set the pan down and hissed. You ran your arm under cold water for a moment, before setting a timer for 25 minutes. grabbing your cigarettes, and jacket you walked outside, lighting up one of the long cancer sticks and smoking it. You looked out at the snowed up back yard, smiling lightly. Winter has always been your favorite in London. You walked back inside sitting on the counter and swinging your feet lightly. You zoned out, thinking about Michael and whatever else you were thinking about.

You were so deeply zoned out that you hadn't even heard the alarm go off on the stove, until you started to smell burning. You gasped jumping down and opening the oven, and grabbing out the scolding pan with oven mitts. You sighed, what else could go wrong?? You suddenly had an idea pop into your head, you scooped out a part of the cake, seeing that the inside wasn't burned at all. You walked to recipe book and flipped, trying to find a recipe for cake balls, your eyes glistened as you found a recipe.

You continued making the cake balls, setting them onto plates and shoving them in the fridge. A few hours later after letting them cool, you excitedly walked back into the kitchen, looking at the finished product. You wanted to try them, but decided to wait until mike got home.

A few minutes later, Michael walked into the house, you ran up to him and smiled.

"Hi my love!" You hugged him tightly.

He smiled down at you. "Hi sweetheart."

You pulled away and lead him to the kitchen, giggling. Pulling out the plate of chocolate covered cake balls, you smiled brightly. Michael's eyes glistened. With two strides he walked up to you, and grabbed one. You grabbed one as well, popping it into your mouth. Within the first bite, your face contorted.

You had used salt instead of sugar.

You immediately spat it out in the trash, Mike doing the same. Your eyes began to well up with tears.

"What's wrong my love?" He grabbed your face.

"I just wanted to have a good day," Your bottom lip quivered.

"oh baby," He pulled you into a hug.

"I'm so tired of being sad," You sobbed into his chest. "I burnt myself, I burnt the cake, I can't even make one simple thing go right."

"Hey now don't talk like that," He pulled you from his chest, grabbing your cheeks softly once again. "You make a lot of things go right, your so good at so many things love. You're great at baking, it's just one little mess up."

"I'm sorry.." You said quietly. "I don't want to stress you out"

"You aren't stressing me out baby," He kissed your tears away. "This is what I'm here for. I'll love you no matter what, through every up and down."

You smiled lightly and kissed him. Wiping away your tears, you went to throw away the cake balls before Michael stopped you.

"You know, it'd be funny if we gave those to the guys," He giggled mischievously.

You giggled and set the cake balls back in the fridge. Mike grabbed your hand and lead you to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around your legs, leaning his head onto your stomach.

"I love you so much y/n," He said looking up at you.

"I love you so much too Mike," You said smiling back down at him.

He pulled you to lay next to him, putting your head on his chest.

THE END, i hope you enjoy anon, sorry if this isn't the greatest!!

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

We’re In Love!

Pairing: Michael Monroe x Reader

A/N: How is this my first Michael fic? I love him so much but I honestly am just writing requests at this point so I guess it all depends on what you guys want lol. Although, I know I have at least one more request for a Monroe imagine coming up...

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Michael Monroe spotted holding hands and sharing a kiss. Could this be the newest musical couple?

Singer and Rockstar extraordinaire Michael Monroe seen locking lips with pop idol (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Maybe opposites do attract…

Romance is in the air! (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Mike Monroe could be seen kissing and holding hands this Saturday. Sources say the new couple is meant to be!

These were just some of the headlines of the tabloids and gossip magazines that came out in the days following you and your boyfriend Michael’s first public appearance as a couple. Those ones weren’t so bad. They were rather neutral compared to some of the others.

Can you say downgrade? Singer (Y/N) (Y/L/N) locked lips with none other than Michael Monroe of Hanoi Rocks this past weekend. Yuck!

(Y/L/N) and Monroe may take the prize for worst couple ever. Just look at the two of them together!

No doubt fans of both will be disappointed to see Michael Monroe and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) together.

Of course, you had expected there to be a least some negative reaction to yours and Michael’s relationship coming to light but expecting it didn’t make it hurt any less to see people hating on you or Michael simply for being with the other. You were both relatively famous musicians though and, unfortunately, shitty headlines seemed to come with the job.

“Don’t the Finnish press have anything better to write about?” you huffed bitterly, throwing the latest tabloid to feature you and Michael down on the kitchen table and taking a seat across from your boyfriend.

Michael set down his coffee and picked up the magazine to look at the cover with a disapproving frown.

“You bought this?” Michael asked you.

“Yeah,” you said, already knowing he what he would say. “I know, I know, I shouldn’t be giving them my money. I just wanted to read it y’know? I was curious.”

You knew it was a bad idea to read the hate-filled articles, but your curiosity outweighed your own better judgement sometimes.

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Michael responded teasingly. “Babe, you’re not going to like what you read so don’t bother.”

You flashed him an apologetic smile.

“Too late,” you said. “I already did.”

“You did?” Michael asked, sitting up straighter in his chair. “What did it say?”

“Now look who’s curious,” you teased lightly before an annoyed look took over your expression once again. “It was just more bullshit about how we don’t belong together and what an awful couple we make,” you sighed.

Michael rolled his eyes and tossed the magazine aside without a second glance in its direction.

“Like they know anything about us,” he said. “And if we make such a bad pairing, why plaster us all over the cover?”

“Because it makes a good story.”

“But we’re real people,” he continued, “not some characters in a make-believe story. We didn’t ask for their opinions.”

You frowned. It had been your idea to go public with the relationship, to let the world see who you were with. You and Michael had been dating for almost six months now. It had felt right, but now you were doubting that.

“We never should have gone out for dinner,” you said with a sigh, referring to that fateful Saturday where the papers and cameras had so rudely interrupted your date with Michael.

“What? No,” Michael said, worried you had mistaken his anger towards the paparazzi for anger towards you. “Fuck the papers. Who cares what they think? I’m allowed to take you out on dates, and I’m allowed to love you. No one, and I mean no one, can tell me elsewise.”

Michael’s short tirade left you with a smile on your face. You had been listening to what he said of course, but your focus had been completely and utterly stuck on one word after it was uttered. Love.

Michael took notice of your small smile and mistook it for one of humor.

“I’m serious (Y/N),” he carried on. “The tabloids can all go fuck themselves and I’ll even tell them that next time I have the misfortune of seeing them. It’s ridiculous and I know you say it doesn’t, but it clearly upsets you at least a little.”

You kept on smiling dumbly. Michael furrowed his brow at you.

“What?” he asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You felt your cheeks turn pink as you spoke.

“Love.”

“Love?” Mike said, confused. “What about love?”

“You said you loved me,” you said, leaning your head against your hand as you looked at your boyfriend. “Earlier, you said that you loved me.”

Michael blinked at you as he took in what you were saying. He clearly was repeating his conversation with you in his head, trying to figure out when he said that. At the realization that, yes, he did just say he loved you, a blush rose to his face and he gave you a nervous smile.

“Oh,” he said shyly. “I guess I did say that.”

You ducked your head a bit.

“Yeah.”

“Is- is that alright?” he asked.

You could hear the hesitation in his voice. Neither you nor he had said ‘I love you’ at this point in your relationship. It had been a while too long maybe, but there hadn’t felt any reason to rush things. You and Michael had decided to take things slow at the beginning of your relationship. Your lives were stressful enough as musicians in the spotlight, you had both agreed that going slow would be best for the both of you.

“It’s more than alright,” you said, getting up to move closer to him.

He slid his chair back as you approached and motioned for you to sit on his lap. You obliged and he wrapped his arms around your waist as you got comfortable. You turned slightly so you could face him better.

“I love you too,” you said, kissing his cheek. “I have for quite a while now.”

“Me too,” Michael admitted. “Guess it was about time I said it.”

“Guess so,” you murmured in response.

“And (Y/N),” Michael said, making sure you were looking at him as he spoke. “I’m serious about what I said earlier. Those magazines are a load of crap. Don’t listen to a thing they write about us. They don’t know shit. They just want a headline that will sell.”

“I know,” you said. “I should be used to lies and rumors being written about me I suppose, but I guess I still need a reminder every once and a while to ignore it.”

Michael gazed at you for some time before speaking again.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go.”

“Go?” you questioned. “Go where?”

“Another date,” he said.

“A date?” you asked surprised. You had literally just been discussing the awful headlines that had come of your last venture out with him.

“Yes, a date,” he said. “Let’s go show everyone that we don’t give a fuck what they say, we’re in love and nothing they could write can change that.”

You smiled at him and shook your head at his stubbornness. Typical Michael, wanting to prove everyone wrong.

“Eh, what the hell?” you asked, giving in immediately. “Let’s do it. We’re in love goddammit!”

Michael leaned in one last time to kiss you softly on the lips. He giggled slightly as he pulled away.

“We’re in love!” he cheered, repeating his earlier words with pride and joy and happiness all over his face.

[that-80s-chick]

Michael Monroe X Reader (Smut)

Requested by: Anon

Taglist: @thespacecowboyyy @the--blackdahlia

A/N Sorry it took so long. I hope you like it 💕😊

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“No I think it goes this way.” You said throughly confused as you held up the tent.

“Umm maybe let’s try it.” Your boyfriend Michael said.

You, him, and the rest of his band had decided to go on a camping trip. Why you didn’t know because none of you had ever been camping before and had no clue what you were doing. Andy had gotten his tent up on the second try but no way in hell was it put up right. It looked like it would collapse at any moment. Sami was tearing his tent down for the fifth time because he wanted to put it up the right way. Nasty and Razzle were bunking in the same tent. They put theirs up and it fell down within seconds of being up so they gave up and were now drinking and watching everyone else fail.

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*Later that night*

“Hey where are the marshmallows?” Razzle questioned.

“Oh um... I may have ate all of them before we got here.” Sami said bashfully looking down and scratching the back of his neck.

“Dammit Sami! I wanted marshmallows tonight.” Andy angrily huffed.

“Sorry!” Sami apologized.

“Hey wanna go back to our tent?” Mike whispered to you sensing that a fight over the marshmallows would ensue.

“Sure.”

You both stood up and made your way back to the tent before either of you were caught in the crossfire of the fight about the marshmallows that was sure to break out any second.

After a few minutes of laying in the tent doing nothing you spoke out. “I’m bored.”

“I know something we could do.” Michael said excitedly, and you knew that he was wiggling his eyebrows playfully even though it was pitch black out.

“Oh yeah and what’s that?” You giggled.

“I think you know.” He said as he scooted closer to you.

“Would it happen to be something like this.” You insinuated before you leaned in to kiss him.

“Mmm something like that.” He said as he captured your lips with his and pulled you into his lap.

Desperately he ripped your cloths off with his soon following suit.

You moaned loudly as he sucked and nipped your neck.

“Shhh.” He whispered into the crook of your neck. “You don’t want the guys to hear you.”

He slowly snaked his hand down and slipped a finger inside of you. You let out a loud moan and Michael quickly kissed you to silence your sounds of pleasure.

Positioning yourself over him you slowly sunk down onto his length

Letting out a loud pleasure filled moan Mike quickly buried his head in the crook of your neck and began sucking more purple bruises that you would have to hide in the morning.

Continuing to ride him you began to speed up causing more moans from the both of you. Feeling your climax quickly approaching you slammed down on his length all the way and came with a loud cry. Michaels high followed shortly after yours. You stayed on him for a while coming down, and finally you pulled off him rolling on your back beside him still breathing heavily. He turned to face you and wrapped his arms around your waist to bring you closer to him.

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*The Next Morning*

“Oh man.” Andy yawned. “I hardly got any sleep last night.”

“Why?” Razzle questioned.

Andy turned to face you and Michael, and with a glint of mischief in his eyes he said. “Oh well it was very loud... I think I heard two wild animals pretty close to my tent.”

This scared Sami. “L-like a bear.” He gasped.

“I don’t think so Sami. I think maybe something a little smaller than a bear.” Andy said smirking at both yours and Michaels blushing faces.

“Maybe they were wolves!” Nasty said excitedly.

“Oh! Or maybe a mountain lion!” Razzle chimed in.

“What where they doing?” Nasty asked.

“Hmm I don’t know but whatever it was they sure were loud.” Andy stated as he walked past you and Michael with a wink.

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

omg finally someone who will write agere content for rockstars !! /vvpos

could you write a fic with little!reader (maybe a transmasc reader if possible ?) having a sensory overload and they regress ? maybe cg!razzle and cg!sami ? ^_^

HIII YES OMG YES aww i thought i was the only one 🥲

i have been AWFULLY inactive lately but no way am i passing up this ask, though i’m faking it easy and answering w some headcannons :)

note to readers: agere is entirely sfw and is treated as such in my fics. also, i tried not to specify the reader’s gender, i hope that’s ok!

• razzle would be the most comforting person to have around

• he knows what to do and approaches any situation where you find yourself regressing calmly and gently

• typically he talks a lot and has a loud presence, but he knows when to be quiet and content

• tugging on his sleeve or hiding your face by burying it in his jacket etc gets the message right to him and he’s quick to check on you in the peaceful tone he reserves for occasions when you are feeling overwhelmed or in need of comfort

• “hey love, are you feeling small? you feeling a bit overwhelmed?”

• he takes his jacket off and wraps you up in if like a burrito and holds you close so you feel safe and relaxed. maybe he gives you his hat if it provides you extra comfort or feeling of safety (idk i feel like it would lol)

• and sami is the kindest soul of course he would be so understanding and eager to help

• if you tell him you’re feeling little he asks a lot of questions but tries not to let it overwhelm you further

• “you’re little now? are you feeling sleepy or anxious or something else? do you want me to hold you?”

• he would love to listen to you describe what is bothering you or if you don’t want to talk about it, he loves to listen to you talk about your favorite little distractions and engages so you feel listened to

• very enthusiastic because he loves being able to help you relax and feel comfortable with him

• he talks very sweet and softly to you, like usual, but more sensitively and carefully

they would be very sweet :( definitely the sweetest guys in the band (though michael is very kind as well)

i hope you liked this!! thank you sm for the req! <3