#michael pref

[cliffordsho]

song preference - jet pack blues

writer: ally

requested: yes! 

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Michael: behind these two white highway lines / when the city goes silent / the ringing in my ears gets violent

The most terrible part was watching it all happen. You were a couple of cars behind the accident, but that unfortunately gave a crystal clear view of it all going down.

A shiny black car grazed a patch of ice and proceeded to skid off towards the edge of the highway and onto the metal barrier. You pulled over quickly to see if he was okay, fully knowing that a crash like that could kill on impact. Your friends watched in close silence, leaning closer to the front to get a better view.

You frantically unbuckled your seatbelt and hopped out the car, rushing to see if he was alive and breathing. The white lines of the highway flashed out more than ever and the city seemed to go silent besides the increasing volume of the ringing in your ears.

“Caiah, Reese,” You called out to your friends who were still dressed up from the party you were returning from. “Try to see if he has emergency contacts and call an ambulance!”

You pried open the door and found Michael slumped over the steering wheel with a little bit of blood starting to come from his temple. Ignoring the brightly colored and obviously bleached hair, you rummaged around in your purse to find your phone to call the paramedics. 

A few minutes later, the lights and sirens of an ambulance flashed down the highway, pulling over to where you stood with your friends, the man still unconscious.

“Miss, do you know this man?” She asked you.

“Yes, he’s a friend of mine.” You spoke slowly. Perhaps you two were more than that. He might have hooked up with you and you were somewhere along the lines of friends with benefits as of now, but with more lingering kisses and genuine touches, you felt like there was something more between you.

“Would you mind accompanying him to the hospital? We can’t find any of his contacts.” She questioned.

“Of course.” You nodded quickly.

The woman went back to the car to help load him into the ambulance, so you walked over to where your two friends were standing.

“Hey, you all can go home. I’m going to spend the night at the hospital with Michael. Can you pick me up in the morning?”

“Sure.” Reese offered.

“You sure you don’t want us to come with you?” Caiah offered support.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine guys.” You reassured before saying a quick goodbye and getting into the ambulance.

The next hours fell into a blur. Things moved quickly, but also seemed as if they were cast in slow motion. Flashes of him sitting on the all white bed with several IV’s in him and doctors and nurses soothing and comforting you filled your mind before you fell asleep. 

And you dreamt of being warm and comfortable in his arms. Not worrying about him having to leave or unrequited feelings; just the two of you. So when you woke up, and heard nothing new from the doctor, all you could do was hold back a few tears and whisper:

“Baby, come home.”

[heckyeahitsnick]

Michael Blurb

"You Are My Getaway, You Are My Favorite Place" 

     School never interested Michael. He’d rather practice with his band along with his best friends (he swears they’re going to make it big one day), dye his hair another outrageous color to prolong his never ending feud with the principal (the school board insists it’s a distraction, he retaliates that it’s creativity), or just about anything else. Despite the soul crushing task of having to conform to school regulations and attend classes filled with mindless lectures that had no relevance to his passions, there were things that interested him. Michael loved when Luke fell asleep in English, his long torso twisted into himself in an effort to fit into the ridiculously small desks. Michael would always be prepared for these moments with a devilish smirk on his face and a permanent marker in his hand to adorn Luke’s face with phallic shaped doodles (and poor Luke would always walk into his next class confused as to why everyone snickered into their palm as he walked in). Michael loved lunch, when he and the rest of the band would sneak into the quad, abandoning the crowded cafeteria filled with indifferent classmates to lay on the grass shouting crude jokes, sharing insiders and just dreaming about the day their music could be shared with the world. Most of all, Michael looked forward to math class. Not because of the irrelevant topics of algorithms or due to the endless amount of homework assigned; Michael looked forward to math because of you. More than anything, Michael was interested, intrigued, awed (“obsessed” Calum would joke, usually cut off by the smack of Michael’s offending hand) by the girl in his math class that doodles beautiful drawings on her desk only to erase them before the bell ring, reminding him that beauty wasn't permanent but why was it possible that you were able to walk into class every day to reassure him that angels were real? He was entranced by the way that you always sent a soft smile his way every time he was caught staring (“You had drool dribbling down your chin mate!” Ashton would boast after school, when Michael was busy reminiscing about the eye contact you two shared) rather than regard him as the weird kid, as almost everyone else did. He revered in the way you weren't afraid of your intelligence as you proudly raised your hand to answer questions (causing him to daydream and indulge in his tutoring fantasies before being broken out of his reverie by the sound of the bell). He was most interested in the way you instantly plugged your earphones in after class, already drowning out the world. He ached for the day, a future perhaps, where you could plug in those earphones and find solace in a song that carried his musical talents and his voice. He wanted to be a part of the world you disappeared to; Michael wanted to be in your thoughts as you escaped to listen to your music, he longed to be the muse behind your artistic drawing but in the end, he always fought the temptation to approach his greatest interest and rather walked away, leaving the girl that radiated sunshine while he felt he was the boy whose bones were worn with harsh winters. Little did he know, you often daydreamed, lead smeared against your fingertips as you drew another drawing on your desk of a boy with hauntingly beautiful hair, that maybe that same beautiful boy could possibly be interested in someone as plain as you. (but sadly in the end, you snapped backed into reality with the sound of the ringing bell, and rushed to erase the talented boy from your drawings on your desk, as well as from your thoughts).

[bby-mikey-blog]

preference #11 – sneaking out (michael/4)

Okay, so, here's the second instalment of four out of the high school!5sos preferences requested by anon. Yes, it is long as fuck, I'm sorry-

You and Michael were definitely an unlikely couple but that's what'd brought the two of you together in the first place. He was the typical bad boy and you were of course that sweet girl that everyone loved to be around. At first, you'd found him a little more than intimidating by his cold demeanour but you soon found that to be just a front he put up. It was a wonder that your parents, mainly your dad, hadn't said anything on the matter of you dating Michael. Your mum liked him because like you, she could grasp that he meant well and that you had a positive effect on his life but your dad, he just couldn't wrap his head around the idea of it all and avoided Michael at all costs.

"Are you going to that party this Friday?" Michael hummed against your neck. It was recess and the two of you were in your usual little hiding place, it was the only place that the two of you could really be close without being hassled by his or your friends, as well as staff and other students. You shook your head a little, "I wasn't planning on it. Are you?" You already knew his answer was yes but you still asked anyway and he forced a small laugh. "Of course, it's my mate's party after all. He personally asked me to come." He said after a while, soon trailing off, "And, he wanted me to bring you along as well." You frowned a little at the thought of it. Of course you wanted to go, but your parents, well your dad, would go berserk if you brought it up as a suggestion. "I could ask, I guess. Mum would be cool with it but it's just my dad, y'know." Michael gave a nod in response and pressed a kiss to your forehead with a smile.

And so on that Wednesday afternoon, you braced yourself for the lecture of a lifetime you were going to receive when you asked your dad about it. "What? Y/n, anything could happen to you-" You were thankful when your mum interjected with "Dear, she has to experience life one way or another. You're not going to be around forever to protect her." But even then, with your mum on your side, you still got the answer that you knew you'd get to start off with - no.

"He said no, didn't he?" Michael guessed from the slightly glum look on your face when the two of you met up in your usual hang out. "Yeah, my mum even tried to back me up but he wouldn't hear it." You huffed and lent into his touch as his long arms wrapped around your frame, "He's so arrogant." "He's just being how a dad should be, I guess." "But it fucking sucks, Mikey. I can't do anything remotely fun." You swore and he knew you were pissed because you rarely cussed, so he smoothed down your hair and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips in attempt to calm you down a little, and that's when it hit him. "Sneak out. Fuck everything and just sneak out, I'll come pick you up."

So when Friday afternoon rolled around, you were excited and anxious at the same time. You weren't sure what would happen if you got caught but you knew it wouldn't be pretty so you waited until you knew that neither of your parents would come in to bother you before you started getting ready. You didn't own many party-like dresses but the one that you liked the best was given to you by your best friend who concluded that it looked better on you than it did on her, so she forced you to keep the tight black lacy material. And so you did that afternoon, and your mum was quick to agree with your plan, saying that you needed to experience life one way or another.

As you were slipping on a pair of pumps, you received a text from none other than your boyfriend saying he'd parked his car a street away so he didn't give your plan away and within around five minutes later, he was at your window. Luckily, your bedroom was on the ground floor of a two story house so climbing out through the window wasn't that much of a problem for you. Michael greeted you with a long kiss to the lips after he'd helped you out your window before mumbling a soft 'hey' against them in which you just said 'hi' back with a smile. His hand slipped down to grab yours and your fingers entwined with his as he lead you down to where he'd parked his car.

The drive there went by fairly fast while the two of you listened to the playlist you'd made together, Michael tapping away on the steering wheel while you both belted out the lyrics to the songs that were playing. When you finally arrived though, you mentally cursed at yourself for not bringing a light cardigan of some sort because it was actually quite cold, but Michael noticed the faint goosebumps forming on your bare shoulders so he slipped his leather jacket off before draping it over you shoulders, his hand finding it's way to your waist where he then pulled you close to him with a grin.

You weren't much of a party go-er usually mainly because you naturally were never allowed to go to them so you basically followed Michael around for the majority of the night, drank a little more than you'd expected you would and made small talk with a few people that you knew from school but in the end, you found yourself a little more than tipsy as you huddled up close to Michael - who was seated in a circle with a few others - with your head on his shoulder as he puffed away on a joint he'd be given not too long ago, pressing kisses to your forehead every now and then. It wasn't exactly ideal to most girls, but you could care less at point in time because being with him right then just felt so right.

Before long, the party had died quite a bit and there were people strewn around the front yard - you assumed they'd passed out and proceeded to step over them as Michael lead you back to his car. On the drive back to your house, you ended up falling asleep and it was a wonder that you didn't awaken when Michael literally carried you from where he'd park his car to your house, somehow managing to get both you and him through the window carefully. You awoke to an arm slung around your waist in the comfort of your own bed and lazily pushed yourself up a little, to rub your eyes awake smudging your make up even more than it already was before Michael let out a small groan in protest for you to stop moving around so much, so you rolled over and pressed your face into his bare chest with a huff, mumbling a small 'I love you' against his skin.