#michaelimagine

[aragoncake]

Survivor

This here is difficult, not being able to see. I'm laying here in a bed not being able to see anything but hear everything. Day after day goes by as I hear my best mates and girlfriend cry over the fact that I'm in a coma. Yeah, you heard me right, a coma. Being in a coma absolutely sucks. I tell my body to move and it just denies my request. I'm in a complete blackout. All I see is darkness. When I do see something it's the accident all over again, like it's on replay. It kills me a little more everytime seeing the collision. The picture is so vivid.

-

"Beatrice, let's go!" I yelled making my way towards the car.

Beatrice has been acting weird lately. Once we got in the car I saw right through her. She wasn't herself. I just got home from tour and ever since she hasn't been herself. It looked as if she hasn't slept in days. She looked drained from life.

"Are you okay?" I asked driving out of the drive way. Beatrice completely ignored me. "Bea, I know something is wrong." I told her. "I'm fine." She simply replied.

"That's a total lie. I know you too well." I wanted to know what was wrong but she wasn't telling me. "Michael, I'm fine." Beatrice said once again. "Beatrice, stop lying to me." I was becoming upset.

"Michael, just drop it." She sighed. “No I'm not going to drop it! You're not yourself! Why can't you tell me what wrong? I'm your boyfriend, bestfriend. You can tell me anything but you not. Just tell me. Lying doesn't- " Beatrice cut me off.

"I'm pregnant." Beatrice whispered.

"What?" I asked, shocked. I didn't know how to react. “Yeah, I'm pregnant." Beatrice cried. “Why didn't you just tell me?" I asked.

“Why didn't I tell you? For many reasons. You're fans. Fans try to hurt me already, bringing a baby into the equation doesn't help. You're constantly on tour.  I don't know how I'll raise a baby on my own." Beatrice started to cry. “Why didn't you just tell me?" I asked.

“Why didn't I tell you? For many reasons. You're fans. Fans try to hurt me already, bringing a baby into the equation doesn't help. You're constantly on tour.  I don't know how I'll raise a baby on my own." Beatrice started to cry.

“You still should have told me!" I yelled. “No, I couldn't. Everytime we talked we argued. What was I just suppose to be like, 'Hey babe, I'm pregnant, let's stop fighting.' No, because you've been even worse. I can't deal with this anymore." She cried more.

"Why are you so selfish! We're in this together-" I yelled. “Oh I'm selfish. You're the one that acted like I didn't exist while you were on tour." Beatrice yelled back.

"This is not about me it's about you lying! Why couldn't you just tell me!" I yelled some more. "I hate you! You're such a jerk! You have changed!" She yelled. "Oh I'm the jerk! Why does this happen all-" I was stopped by Beatrice.

"Michael!" Beatrice screamed. I saw headlights of another car coming towards, then there was the impact. I remember looking over and seeing Beatrice's body next to me her face covered in blood and ambulance sirens in the distance. "Beatrice." I struggled to say. I grabbed her hand because I didn't know if I would ever see her again. Before the paramedics got there I passed out.

-

Beatrice and the baby were okay. She told me. She comes in and talks to me all the time. I feel better that it was me in a coma instead of her. Bea could've lost the baby if she have went into a coma. It was all my fault this happend. If I had controlled my anger, we could've talked it out. I'm not even sure if we're still together. That doesn't matter right now. I'm glad they're okay.

"Hey, Michael it's Bea."

I know.

"I miss you. It's been 2 months since the accident. I'm almost 3 months along. I wish you were here to see our baby develop. I get to know the gender soon. I just wish you were awake. I'm sorry for everything. I just want my boyfriend back. Please come back to me and our baby." Bea grabbed my hand and started to cry.

It's been 2 months already? I miss you so much. I always try to wake up but my body won't let me.

"I'm not giving up on you, Michael. Im going to stay because you're my love, my partner in crime, and my best friend. I need you to get through this. I love you." She kissed my forehead.

I love you too.

"I need you to come back to me. I can't raise the baby without you. Our baby can't live without a father." Bea cried.

I'm trying baby. I'm trying to get out of this but it's hard. I'm trying so much it hurts.

As you see, being in coma is difficult. It kills me more because I can't see anyone I love. I don't get to see my beautiful girlfriend go through the process of being pregnant. I don't get to see my baby grow. I don't get to write music. I let my girlfriend, mates, and fans down. I need to get through this.

-

I heard someone walk into the room

"Hey Mike, it's Luke."

Hey buddy, I miss you.

"The tour and the album is on hold because of the accident. All fans are devestated. There are some fans outside the hospital right now."

I can imagine. Those fans need to go home. Who knows when I'll wake up.

"You're parents have came to visit you. They stood as long as they could. They're coming back soon."

I can picture how heartbroken they are. I'm their only child and I have a possibility of dying.

"I overheard the doctors talking to your parents, if you don't wake up within 3 months they want to pull the plug."

Well it's nice to know that the doctors have faith in me waking up.

"It's weird I'm talking to you and you probably don't even hear me." Luke paused for a moment.

Oh, I hear you. Loud and clear.

"We're all a wreck. Bea and Cal cry together. It's sad. It's hurts Cal so much he hasn't came to see you at all. He tells Bea not to come either because to much stress on her is not good from the baby. Yet, she doesn't listen. She's been here everyday to see you."

You're killing me man. I know my girlfriend and Calum are suffering, don't have to remind me. You make me miss all of you more than I already do. It doesn't help.

"I really need you to wake up man. We can't get through anything without you."

Trust me you can. You can do it. I want to wake up from this darkness and if I don't, I hope you know to take care of my girl and baby.

-

Ashton finally came to visit me. Worst part, he came on his birthday.

"Hey, it's my birthday. No one wants to to celebrate because we're all worried about you, so I decided to spend my birthday with you."

Awe, how sweet. Seriously though, you shouldn't be here. You're just going to make yourself depressed. You're suppose to be happy on your birthday.

"We've told Bea to take it easy on visiting you because of the baby."

That's a good thing. I don't need her to lose the baby.

"We've stopped writing and making music. It's just not right without you. It's not the same. If you don't make it, I don't think we'll continue with the band. Luke, Calum, and I have been talking about it. It hurts to think you won't make it."

Don't do that. You guys love music, don't stop doing what you're doing because of me. You guys are extremely talented. If you stop, I'll be hurt.

"It will be okay because you'll make it. You're going to be a survivor, Michael." Ashton said.

That's the thing, Ash. What if I don't make it? What if I can't escape this darkness, this blackhole? This isn't a dream that I'm going to wake up from. This is reality.

-

I overheard the doctors talking about me in the room. "Your son isn't going to make. There are no signs to show that he will wake up. We've tried everything to help. I'm so sorry." The doctors told my parents. I soon hear my mom break down in tears.

"We're going to lose our son, our baby." She sobbed to my father. I can picture her in my father's embrace crying her eyes out.

That's it. I'm going to die. I will never play music again. I won't ever see my baby grow up to be successful. I'm forever going to be stuck in this blackout.

[younggodimagines]

The Boys Are Back: Michael Clifford One Shot

The Boys Are Back: Michael Clifford One Shot

A/N: this is probably crap haha enjoy anyways though

Warnings: food mention, kids, mention of possible infertility, doctor mention, extreme fluff

(not my gif)

Loading the last dish into the dishwasher, you slammed the door shut and pressed random buttons in hopes that at least one of them would turn on the wash cycle. In all honesty, you had absolutely no clue how to use the dishwasher, that was Michael’s job. You did the laundry and made dinner, Michael did the dishwasher and cleaned off the surfaces of the furniture, and your little boys were in charge of helping keep the backyard and their rooms in order.

Your boys Ryan and Lucas were and absolute joy, both of them completely unexpected. Early into your and Michael’s marriage, the doctors had said that it would take a while before you two would be able to produce a child. This information had taken you off guard, but you decided that you were not ready for children yet anyways so you figured that you could just keep trying for a while and if that didn’t work, you could just adopt. Fast forward two months later and you’re bent over the toilet vomiting out breakfast with five pregnancy tests laid out on the counter next to you, all of them telling you that you were pregnant. To say you and Mikey were overjoyed is a complete understatement; happy tears flowed from both of your eyes as you giggled and took turns rubbing over the tiny bump were your future child was living. After several months, you both went to a doctor’s appointment to see the baby in an ultrasound; what you didn’t expect however, was to be given the news that you were going to have twins. Not only were you able to have a child, you were currently hosting a pair of healthy boys to, as Michael put it, be the heirs of the man cave. Coming up with names for them didn’t really cross your minds for a while, nicknames being what you enjoyed referring to them as; some included Zack and Cody (like from the Disney channel show), Salt and Pepper, Oil and Vinegar, and Mario and Luigi, the last pair being used the most. One late night out at McDonald’s chasing a caving of French fries and a large diet coke, you were talking about how good Ryan Reynolds was at playing Deadpool and how Luke was so scared at some points in the movie when your eyes darted to look directly into Michael’s catching him off guard. That’s when you realized that your twin boys should be named Ryan and Luke. Ryan after the actor of Deadpool and Luke after the man who bumped into you in the mall, causing Michael to yell at him and then proceed to take you out to apologize for his clumsy friend.

The washing machine started beeping so at least you knew it was working. You patted yourself on the back for actually accomplishing the complex process of loading a dishwasher, hearing the door open and close as you went to get a celebratory cookie from your hidden jar. Deciding that your returning family was most interesting than a cookie, you turned around and leaned up against the counter while you waited for them to enter the kitchen. The loud footsteps of your boys running to you was expected to be heard, but what you didn’t expect was to hear music in the background. “THE BOYS ARE BACK, HUNNY!” Michael screeched in time to the song blasting out of his phone as he rounded the corner. “Oh, you’re right here! Hi, babe!” He enthusiastically wrapped you in a giant hug while your boys grabbed spoons from the table and dramatically sang along to “The Boys Are Back” from High School Musical 3. “Get it, babe? We just got back… get it? The boys are back?” he mumbled into your neck, making you giggle as you reached behind his body, which still held you in his embrace, to grab one more spoon. Gently pushing Michael off of you, you handed it to him as you pulled out your phone. He understood what you were wanting with no words having to be spoken, quickly rounding up the two tornadoes and forming a line. You opened up Instagram, “Show them, boys!” For the next few seconds, the trio belted the lyrics to the Disney channel original, making you burst out in laughter once the video finished recording. You then proceeded to walk back over to your boys and give them each a kiss on the head, Michael a kiss on the cheek. “Come one! Let’s go wash up, mini-Troy and mini-Chad!” As you walked after your boys who had already raced upstairs, Ryan’s victory made evident by the sound of his cheering in the distance, Michael sat down at the table and pulled out his phone. He smiled as he tweeted “The Boys Are Back” with a smirky face emoji next to it.

[theworldisfullofcolors]

Michael blurb

No but if you were on your period and hurting and begged your boyfriend Michael to go out and buy you tampons he’d straight-out refuse because he’d be embarassed checking them out, afraid that the woman at the cach register would give him a super weird look, but you insisted so he ended up buying them but complained a bunch later and insisted you owed him...

[michael-clifford-imagines]

You're There to Comfort Him After a Break Up

Requested: Obvi ;) // by anonymous

Could you write one where you and Michael are bestfriends and his girlfriend cheats on him, and you’re there to cuddle him? And feed him pizza of course 😂 thank you! xx ps I love ur imagines <3

Note: (e/c) stands for eye color and I suck at titles I’m sorry haha

Summary: You’re Michael’s best friend. His girlfriend cheated on him and you’re the one who ends up comforting him.

Word Count: 1,119

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“The study of Newton’s Law of..” And blah blah blah.

You couldn’t care less about what shit the teacher was talking. You’ve been annoyed throughout the whole day. You weren’t sure why, but it probably had something to do with your period. Oh well.

Once the bell finally rang, you let out a sigh of relief and stood up abruptly with all your books and other things. You dashed out of the class and to your locker where you stuffed nearly everything inside your bag. You locked your locker, draped your bag over your shoulder and started walking home.

You would usually walk home with your best friend Michael, but today was different. He hadn’t gone to school today, which worried you. Even though he hated school, he would always go because he admitted that you made school a little less unbearable.

Although you two are nearly inseparable, he had a girlfriend. It was heartbreaking to see your best friend and your crush at the same time kiss another girl who wasn’t you, but you couldn’t blame him. He really liked the girl he was currently in a relationship with, and you were happy for him. Well, kinda. You still wished it was you instead of Jessica.

You reached home and grabbed the spare keys to the house. You opened the door and locked it afterwards. Your mum and dad always worked late, and that was why each of you had a spare key to the house in case the other person hasn’t gone home yet.

You sighed as you threw your bag to the foot of your bed. You laid down sprawled on your bed, eyes closed as you wondered what Michael was doing right now. That’s right, Michael. Your world has always revolved around Michael, without him even knowing. It was always Michael this, Michael that. You’ve always adored Michael, and that was obvious. He was your best friend for eight years straight and you loved everything about him. Who wouldn’t?

You decided to text Michael to see if he was okay. You always got worried when it came done to Michael.

to: michael

hey mike. just wanted to ask what you were doing, and please don’t tell me you’re fucking your girlfriend right now because I swear to God if you are I’ll kick your sorry ass all the way to fucking China.

sent: 4:56 PM

to: michael

dude seriously tf u doin??? Its been almost half an hour why aren’t u replying?

sent: 5:24 PM

to: michael

fucking answer me michael gordon clifford or I swear to God I’ll chop your dick off

sent: 5:26 PM

to: Y/N

okay okay shizzle your nizzle I was just thinking, thats all. by the way come by w pizza plex

sent: 5:32 PM

to: michael

WELL ITS ABOUT TIME YOU FORKING ANSWERED YOU DICK but ok I’ll bring pizza c u

sent: 5:34 PM

to: Y/N

ok I’ll be waiting byeeee

sent: 5:35 PM

As you finished your short text conversation with Michael, you can’t help but to think what he was thinking about. Was it something that had to do with his extremely problematic girlfriend? Probably.

You took a quick shower and changed from your boring old school uniform to a pair of denim skinny jeans with a black long sleeved turtleneck. You wore black socks and your signature black low cut converse shoes and grabbed your phone from the nightstand next to your bed.

You immediately dialed the pizza delivery number you’ve remembered oh so well. You’ve ordered a large pepperoni pizza, a large cheese pizza and two coca-colas.

The delivery arrived quickly so you gave the guy a tip. You put your phone in your pocket and balanced two large boxes of pizza in your hands along with a plastic filled with two coca-cola drinks. Eventually, you made it to Michael’s house. It was unlocked already, so you could enter.

You placed the food on top of the counter in the kitchen as you made your way upstairs, hearing sniffles here and there. You knocked on the door and heard a faint sobbing noise. You opened the door slightly to see Michael sitting at the edge of his bed with his head in his hands, tears brimmed in his eyes.

“Oh, h-hey Y/N,” he greeted.

“Mike,” you whispered. “whats wrong?”

“Jessica cheated on me, so that’s why we broke up,” He muttered and you could’ve sworn you felt like screaming and punching her until she couldn’t breathe oxygen and eating her own shit would finally be the only way she could ever want to be alive.

“If I see that bitch ever again I’ll smack her so hard that she’s gonna wake up with amnesia,” you said, in all seriousness.

“Who is Amnesia?” Michael joked.

“Mikey! You know what I meant!” You said as you sat down next to him and laughed.

You earned a genuine laugh coming from him, which made you glad that you were able to make him somewhat happy in times like these.

The both of you went downstairs to eat the pizzas and drink the colas. And of course, Michael ate a lot of pizza slices. Once you two had finished eating, both of you went back upstairs to Michael’s bedroom.

The both of you sat down on the edge of his bed once more. He leaned his head on your right shoulder and sighed.

“I’m tired,” he mumbled as he dug his face deeper into your neck.

“You didn’t even do anything except eat pizzas and drink a cola,” you said, shaking your head.

“Still tired,” he said.

His head ended up resting on your lap, his eyes already closed. You played with his blond hair and smiled. You’ve always loved these moments that you got to share with your crush and best friend.

You kissed his forehead which caused his eyes to flutter open. He looked into your (e/c) eyes and were captivated by them.

“Y/N, can I do something?” He whispered as you slowly nodded.

Within a few seconds, both yours and his pairs of eyes fluttered close. Soon enough, his soft lips touched yours and it was as if fireworks exploded inside your stomach.

Once you’ve let go, you looked into his eyes to see that he had a bit of sparkle in them.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, blushing.

“Its okay, Mikey,” you said, kissing his forehead and letting him rest again on your comfy lap.

“Cuddle?” He suggested.

“Of course,” you said as the both of you got on the bed, tucked yourselves in and cuddled for the rest of the night.

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ok so haha if this wasnt what you wanted then I’m sorry bc I wrote this at 12-1 in the morning so yeah I hope you don’t mind :)

lots of love xx

[michael-clifford-imagines]

Prince Michael Pt. 1

Note: (h/l) is hair length, (h/c) is hair color and (e/c) is eye color.

Summary: Michael is somewhat in a love trance with Princess Courtney, and you feel that something fishy is going on.

Word Count: 1,594

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“Maid Y/N, the Prince requires your presence in his room.” Hannah, one of the other maids who worked inside the castle.

You sighed. “Alright, just let me get ready.”

“Don’t take too long. The Prince tends to grow impatient rather quickly.” Hannah said before disappearing, probably to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the royal family.

The kingdom Prince Michael was soon to be in charge of was Five Summers. Both the King and Queen were very kind and interacted a lot with the commoners and subjects, as to what other kings and queens would say. They always tried to help the village the best they can, and that was why basically everyone adored the lovely couple.

Their son, Michael, was a bit different than his parents. He was someone who many people found interesting and good-looking, and quite difficult to communicate with. He’s quite stubborn when it comes to a few things and only one person could convince him to do something in his own will, without being forced, and that person was you. Oddly enough, it really was you.

You were his morning and nighttime chambermaid, and that was because he asked for you, specifically you to do those duties. He would also ask you to travel with him to neighboring kingdoms and whatnot, doing some adventurous activities with you here and there.

Although you were merely a maid, he treated you as if you were the most beautiful princess that could have ever existed in this world, and in his eyes, you are.

..Well you were.

One night, a princess from a neighboring country, Yorhenshire, came to visit the kingdom of Five Summers. Her name was Princess Courtney, and she had beautiful tan skin with curly black hair that made her brown eyes pop. As if she had some kind of men alluring potion, Michael felt an attraction towards her.

Something unbelievable happened that night. You still didn’t believe it for a week, but soon enough you had to. Prince Michael had kissed Princess Courtney, and they were now engaged.

The mention of Michael and Courtney being engaged made your heart break. You had always felt something fishy was going on, and you were 100% sure Courtney had something to do with it.

You knew some spells, like love potions and shit and that was because your aunt had a friend who was a really powerful sorceress. You learned quite a lot of spells on her stay at the village for two weeks. She had other things to do after those two weeks, so she couldn’t stay, although you begged her to. You’ve always loved playing with magic, especially learning new interesting spells.

That magic learning shit happened five years ago, so your memory was a bit vague. You didn’t remember all the spells, but you still remembered the basic ones, like the potion used to allure men. You can’t help but think that Courtney used that type of potion on Michael.

You tidied your nighttime attire. The King and Queen lets the maids wear something out of their uniform during the night, and the maids are grateful that they’re able to do so.

Your nighttime attire consisted of a dark purple dress that had straps and went down to just above your knees. You wore a brown pantyhose and a pair of purple flats, to add some kind of fanciness or some shit. Even if the maids are able to wear whatever they pleased during the night, they must still look presentable, meaning looking a bit fancy and not like a ragged homeless person.

You let down your (h/l) (h/c) and liked how it looked at the moment. It would usually be quite tangled at this time of night, but it wasn’t. It was beautifully wavy and you liked how it was.

After you were sure you were prepared, you went up to Prince Michael’s room, knocking on the door before entering, of course. You entered the room and closed it right after. You walked towards the Prince who was sitting on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. You were confused as to why he was acting this way. You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Your Highness, is something bothering you?” You asked softly.

He looked up at you and your heart broke at the sight in front of you. He had been crying. You felt anger towards the person who caused this, but said nothing.

“What happened, my Prince?” You asked.

“Courtney. I caught her kissing one of the guards. Turns out, they’ve been dating behind my back. Our engagement’s off now, and I had fired the guard. God, I just feel so fucked up right now. She cheated on me because something’s wrong with me, right? That’s the only reason she’d ever would.” Michael whispered, his eyes watering.

You sat down beside him and put your hand on his. He was somewhat calmed by this, to your surprise.

“Your Highness–”

“Don’t call me that.” He said.

“Prince–”

“Don’t you address me using my title anymore. I don’t like it, Y/N.” Michael said as you obliged.

“Michael, trust me, there’s nothing wrong with you. She’s just a stuck up bitch of a princess to not realize how amazing you truly are. I’ve always felt something fishy was going on with her, and I was right. She cheated on you, and it isn’t your fault. She’s just a stupid slut, and by slut I do mean she’s an actual slut. I caught her calling another prince, and she was saying how much she loved him or some shit. Michael, don’t believe anything she says. You’re amazing, perfect even. I love you just the way you are, and nothing can change that.” You said, not realizing the last sentence you had just said.

His eyes sparkled as he looked at you. He moved closer to you, his other hand now placed on your cheek.

“You know Y/N, I’ve always had this crush on you. You’re just really beautiful and your personality is amazing and just–wow.” Michael said, not having the right words to describe how truly captivating you are to him.

“T-Thank you.” You shyly answered.

His face was now inches from yours. He closed his eyes as you did the same with yours. Soon enough, your lips met. The kiss wasn’t a needy one, but rather a passionate and full of love one. The two of you finally let go, since you remembered that needing to breathe oxygen was a thing. Michael looked into your beautiful (e/c) eyes, his eyes boring into yours.

“Y/N, I want you to stay for the night. My mother and father would understand. I’ve always required your assistance every time something bad happens to me, haven’t I? Please stay.” Michael said as you obliged.

You took off your purple flats and sat down on the edge of the bed. Michael, already only in his boxers, climbed in the bed first, you following afterwards. The covers were a beautiful vibrant black with fancy red traces that looked like they were painted using a fountain pen.

He was facing you, and you were facing him. His head was laid lower on the bed than yours, so he could practically snuggle his head on your breasts if he wanted to. For some odd reason, he’s always found comfort in laying down on your breasts or lap. Soon enough, his head was resting on your breasts, his blond hair tickling your chest.

His legs were tangled with yours, his arms hugging your body tightly. Your hands were playing with his soft blond hair you always loved to play with. He had always found comfort in you running your hands in his hair, so that was a plus.

“Goodnight, Mikey.” You said, the nickname going out of your mouth without you realizing you had said it.

He smiled when he realized you had used his nickname.

“Goodnight, Y/N. I love you too.” He said which made your eyes widen.

“W-What?” You asked.

“Well, you said you love me just the way I am, so I’m saying that I love you too, because you already said you love me before. Get it?” He asked as you slowly nodded.

“Its true though. I think I was in some kind of spell to have thought Courtney was beautiful. Hell, she’s got nothing on you. You’re far more perfect than her. I love you, Y/N.” Michael said as a soft smile found its way onto both you and Michael’s face.

“Get some sleep, Mikey. You’ll need it for tomorrow.” You whispered.

“Whats tomorrow?” He asked.

“The kingdom’s yearly ball, remember? All the other kings, queens, princes and princesses will be here tomorrow. As usual, the maids would be dancing as well, while the sorcerers and sorceresses can take care of the ballroom food and stuff. Like me, I’ll set up some magic so the food will be guaranteed healthy and other things. The trays will carry the food on its own and bring it to the people who want a little snack or something.” You explained.

Soon enough, soft snores were heard coming from the boy who was resting his head on your breasts. You found it extremely adorable, how he’s 22 and sleeps like a kitten. The age gap between you and him were a mere two years, not that far. After a while, your eyelids couldn’t open anymore and so you joined his slumber.

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this doesn’t count for the word count lol only the actual story counts. so like I’m planning on a part two :) message me if you want tho idk hehe

love ya all x

[spideypoolstark]

Michael Clifford My tiny son

Michael would be the type of boyfriend to wake up and ask for you to make him breakfast while he wraps his arms around your waist and kiss your neck. He would love to play video games with you all day and cuddle in the couch while kissing you and talking/singing to you. He would love to shower and maybey have sex, with a lot of hickeys and kissing (let's be honest I think He's a sex type of guy idk) and then he would make you wear his clothes and cuddle in bed untill you fell asleep in his arms and I'm crying bye

[guitargirlwithmusic-blog]

Imagine: Michael is making him ready for a date with you <3

[5soswishes]

Wrapped around your finger (requested)

Throwing rocks at your window at midnight You met me in your backyard that night In the moonlight you looked just like an angel in disguise My whole life seemed like a postcard

You were mine for a night I was out of my mind You were mine for a night I don't know how to say goodbye

***

Michael’s P.O.V

***

As I was walking towards her house, the butterflies in my stomach grew. Was I really this out of my mind? She’d never go out with me, at least not at this hour. Well, only one way to find out. 

I bent down and picked up some pebbles. Thinking through what I was going to say, I started throwing them at her window. Nothing happened for a while, so I picked up some more and threw those as well. After a few minutes, she pulled her curtains aside, looking at me curiously. I smiled and waved, signalling for her to come outside. She held up a finger as to say “one second”, and soon she was coming towards me, walking barefoot across the lawn. Her hair was lit up by the moonlight, and her white summer dress hugged her body beautifully. God, she was gorgeous.

***

Y/N’s P.O.V

***

You had had a crush on Michael for a long time, but you just couldn’t do it. You couldn’t be involved with him, as he was famous. You just wouldn’t sit at home receiving tons of hate. So you avoided him. But it felt different tonight, so you went outside and met him. 

“This might be super weird, and I totally get it if-” he started, but you hushed him. 

“I’m already outside, aren’t I? I want to do something,” you smiled at him. He blushed.

“I was thinking food,” he said as he laughed, and you nodded in agreement.

“Great, I’m starving,” you smiled, and you started walking towards your favorite fast food restaurant.

***

As you were walking home after two hours of food and laughter, Michael started talking quietly.

“Look, I really like you, Y/N, and this has been an amazing night. I really want something more with you,” he explained. Your face dropped, realizing that you had to tell him you couldn’t. You wanted to, but you just couldn’t.

“Michael ... I like you too. But I just ... I can’t, I’m sorry,” you said, escaping the situation by starting to run towards your backyard, disappearing into the shadows. When you got back inside, you sneaked up to the window to see if he was still there. Sure enough, he was standing outside, eyes focused on where you ran, mouth open as if he was in the middle of a sentence. 

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Sorry if this was shit, but thanks for requesting! x