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[queen-of-doom]

IMAGINE THING FOR SHANNON HOLLLAAAA

Okay so I don’t really know what a frat party is so I’m just going to assume it’s like a house party??? But anyways, this is a Michael imagine for you Shannon and I’m not the greatest writer so I hope this is okay. But it could be horrible and for that I am very sorry. Oh and its really long, took me over two hours of non-stop writing and its now 5.30am here and idk if this is any good but I tried really hard to make it decent so hopefully you like it????

  It was finally Friday night. After a long and stressful week of trying to balance your social life with your responsibilities, you were finally getting a much needed night off. And what better way to spend that night than going to go to a party to get unbelievably drunk, dance with your friends and flirt with some hot guys? Off course none of those hot guys you were hoping to flirt with would ever compete with him. For you, perfection came in the form of Michael Clifford, the reason for your breathing. Probably an exaggeration but sometimes it definitely felt like he was the only one able to keep you going. I guess being best friends with a guy you had a MASSIVE crush on was always going to lead to heartbreak but if it meant you could be close to him then you decided you would settle for just being friends. It was especially hard to be just friends when he was so damn irresistible. Oh and then it was even harder when there was countless girls draped over him in an attempt to seduce him. More than once you found yourself having to restrain yourself from grabbing one of the bitches by their cheap extensions and ripping their claws of your man. Except he wasn’t really your man. He was just your best friend so you stopped yourself. Every damn time. It was so hard to do when you just loved him so m u c h. So if one of the ways you could avoid the pain in your chest when you partied with him was to drink until the room spun then that was what you were going to do.                 With an air of excitement, you and your girl pals got ready, which may or may not have included a few pre-party drinks. You know what they say, ‘work hard, play harder’. “ Jesus-fucking-Christ Shannon, you look bloody incredible!” one of your friends said while admiring the new dress and heels you had bought. You looked in the mirror and not to sound conceited, but you did look insane. The dress hugged your body in the right places and you were shocked at how much you actually liked the dress, maybe it was a little shorter than the type you usually wore and yeah it was definitely tighter, but it was great, something different which is what you had definitely been needing after your boring and tedious week. “How Michael hasn’t even attempted to tap that ass yet is beyond me” another friend joked. You felt a blush rising in your cheeks. They didn’t know that you were so hopelessly in love with him and you intended it to stay that way otherwise they would push you into admitting to him and you were sure that would lead to trouble. What if he didn’t feel the same? You’d lose him forever and you couldn’t have that. No, it’s better to be friends than nothing at all. You needed Michael and you’d like to think he needed you.                 A few drinks later, or maybe more than a few, you and your girls were heading out to Mikey’s car as he had agreed to drop you to the party since he knew you wanted to have some pre-drinks with your friends before just to get you in the mood. There he goes, being so damn perfect yet again. “Hey Shannon babe” Michael said as he leaned over to the passenger seat to kiss your cheek. “Hey Mikey” you replied while trying to control the stampede of elephants running around in your stomach. Most people get butterflies around the people they like, you however seem to find a zoo is unleashed every time you have a ‘moment’ and the drink you consumed does not make it any better, instead it seems to heighten it. Not good. After a short ride you ended up outside the frat house and you were more than ready to get out of the car, being in such a close proximity to Mr Clifford seemed to be having an even stronger affect that usual. How the hell you were going to allow him to crash in your bed tonight after the party like what usually happened was completely beyond you. “Wow Shannon” you heard Mikey say after a deep intake of his breath. “What?” you asked unsure of what he was talking about. “Um your dress, is a little short don’t cha think?” you looked down to see the dress was in exactly the same place as it was when you left your house. “No? Its new, do you like it?” “What? Yeah I just mean like guys and stuff are gonna be looking at you” he mumbled. This couldn’t be right. He sounded... jealous? What? I guess Michael was always protective of you but you’d never really noticed. But wait, it’s hardly a big deal, he’s just looking out for you, like always, means nothing. “No, now c’mon, I’m thirsty.” You said as you walked into the frat house.                 Three cups and about two hours later you were sufficiently buzzed, not enough yet but nearly there. You and your friends had been dancing to the loud music that was blasting through what you assumed was the living area when you saw the worst thing. Michael was dancing with some fake blonde wearing next to nothing. And when you say dancing you mean full blown dry humping. To be fair, she seemed more into it than him but still he was doing it R I G H T INFRONT OF YOU. You were allowed to be pissed. “Hey, I’m just going to get another drink” you said to your friends and then leaving before giving them a chance to respond.  While you poured yourself another drink you couldn’t help but feel so angry. Every single time this happened, you didn’t even know why you bothered to come to these things anymore, especially with him. you always ended up pissed over  him flirting with some slut. And it wasn’t fair. You were always there for him EVERY SINGLE TIME whenever he needed a friend or a hug it was you that gave it to him. You even chose to help him with his band stuff, you made friends with the other guys and even let them all stay at your house after parties and you drove them places and it just wasn’t fair. After downing your cup you began to pour another when you heard a voice.    “So what’s such a beautiful girl like yourself doing in a kitchen alone, angrily downing drinks?” you recognised that voice. Calum. You turned around and sure enough there was Calum leaning up against the kitchen counter.  “Holy shit Shannon!” he said after spitting out his drink. “What are you wearing? I thought you were someone else fuck you look hot” he said, his voice filled with shock. “wait shit, don’t get me wrong, I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but I’ve always sort of just saw you as a friend but if I’d known you were hiding those legs, that might not always have been the case” he said while winking at you.  You laughed saying “shut up loser”. He laughed as well and soon you were both practically crying over something that wasn’t even that funny.  “So, correct me if imp wrong, but I’m going to assume the reason you’re practically blindly drunk and angrily downing cups of whatever the fuck that is, is because of our pal Michael, amiright?” he slurred the end, showing how he too was a little worse for wear.  “What” you played dumb, which is what you found yourself doing everyone said the same thing, “I have no idea wh-“  “don’t play stupid with me Shannon, I know I’m right. It’s obvious, to everyone for that matter. Well actually except for Mikey.” He said. You didn’t know what it was but you found yourself suddenly angry again, not at Calum, but at Mikey for being so fucking b l i n d to how you’re feeling about him. “look Calum, I’m not in the mood for this talk so I’m just going to go and flirt with some hot guy to pass my time and continue to get so drunk I won’t even remember having this conversation with you. And I hope you do the same too. So I guess I’ll see you later or maybe in the morning. I’m cooking pancakes if you want to stay over. Bye” you said in a rush before practically running out of the room.                 And funnily enough you ran straight into a damn wall. Yep, definitely had enough. Wait no. Walls don’t talk. “Shit I’m so sorry, I was just trying to get back to my friends I didn’t even see you!” you said trying to apologise to the talking wall. The wall laughed. Male, definitely a male wall. “Its okay don’t worry about it – I’m Chris by the way” he said while helping you up. Ooooohhh hot, very very hot. Nothing on Michael, but still hot nonetheless.  “Shannon” you replied, trying not to fuck up which is what you seemed to be doing a lot with guys lately, especially Mikey. F U CK. There you go again talking about him. He c o n s u m e s you.  “I don’t normally attempt to flirt with girls who referred to me as a wall after running in to me, but would you like to dance?” wow you thought, forward. But yes, actually you wanted to dance with this hot stranger. You needed a bit of a hot guy in your life who is actually interested so what the hell. You and Chris danced for ages and after a while he started to get a bit handsy. Touching your ass, pulling you closer to his body, grinding against you. Oh god, you had become one of those girls who always acted like this with Michael. But this wasn’t Michael so it was okay. This was different, you weren’t them and weren’t ever going to be one of them so what the heck? What have you got to lose? Nothing. So you continued to dance with Chris until you were practically ripped out of his hold by a strong pair of arms.  “What the fuck?” you said completely confused as to who the hell would want to rip you out of Chris’ arms when you looked up and saw Mikey, your Mikey. Well not your Mikey but still in a way he was yours and he would always be yours.  “Don’t you fucking touch her again do you hear me? you fucking creep, I’ve watched you touching her! You can’t fucking touch her, she’s not yours so fuck off back to where every the fuck you came from you irrelevant fuck!” w o w, oh my god was this actually happening? Was Michael making a scene because he was j e a l o u s?  “Michael what the fuck? You don’t own me, I can dance with whoever the fuck I want!” if you admitted it then yes, you were slightly provoking him. if he was jealous then he might admit to having the feelings you so desperately wanted him to have.  “Shannon he was practically all over you!”  “I don’t fucking care! Did you see me object to him touching me? No? Well then there you have it! I was fine.” You saw the fire in his eyes light up again. You’d seen him angry, but never like this. He was never angry at you. But this time he looked furious.  “Mikey mate, c’mon calm down, maybe we should go outside” you heard Ashton say as he appeared from nowhere. Chris was long gone and to be honest you didn’t even care.  “Shannon maybe you should come outside too?” Ashton asked me trying to get Michael to go out. “Yeah okay lets go” you would be the first to admit to actually feeling afraid of this new Michael. You’d never seen this side to him and it scared you. Maybe it turned you on a bit but if you were asked it was the alcohol you had consumed, yep definitely the alcohol.                 When you got outside, all hell broke loose in the form of a sea of f words. Metaphorically off course. “What the fuck was that Shannon? You were draped over him like a fucking slut!” Michael shouted at you angrily.  “How fucking dare you call me the slut when you’re the one who bangs practically any girl who gives you the time of day”  “What are you talking about Shannon, Jesus I hardly ever sleep with girls”  “well that’s a fucking lie and you know it!” you screamed at him. How dare he slut-shame you when you’re the one who watches him use and abuse all the girls who throw themselves at him.  “I don’t, think about it! I come back to yours and sleep in your bed beside you after pretty much every party. So you tell me when I’m supposedly fucking all these girls? Do I sneak out of your room and fuck a girl in your kitchen? No I don’t.” Hm good point.  “I watch you Michael, I see how you act with them. I’m not blind.” You said slightly beginning to tear up.  “look maybe I should go..” Ashton said while trying to back away.  “No please don’t, Ash stay, please” you said, suddenly and very weirdly frightened to be alone with Michael.  “look Shannon, it’s obvious you guys need to have a chat and I’m kinda intruding” he said trying to reason with you.  “I don’t want you to go, I don’t wanna be-” that’s all you could muster out before you started to cry. The truth was, angry Michael scared you and you were not only afraid of what might happen if he was allowed to continue screaming at you, but you were afraid that you might wreck this friendship forever if someone wasn’t here to monitor what was being said.  “Shannon, are you trying to say you don’t want to be alone with me? Are you afraid of me? What the fuck Shannon, I fucking love you id never do anything and I mean ANYTHING to harm you? I know I’m mad but I’m not going to fucking hit you!” Michael said, shocked at the idea of you being terrified of him.  “That’s not what I’m afraid of you moron, I’m afraid that if he’s not here then this friendship will be over! That’s why!”  “What in world are you talking about? I love you, id never finish our friendship or let you walk away from me over something as stupid as this” he said, seeming to get slightly hysterical.  “That’s the thing. You don’t love me.”  “Are you fucking kidding me? Off course I fucking love you, you fucking idiot!” “No, not in the way I love you! Not in the way I want you to love me!” you shouted at him trying to prove your point. “Every single day, I wake up and my first thought is of you. Every damn time I see your stupid fucking face I get tingles, and then when you look at me or pull that famous smile, I don’t get butterflies, I get a fucking zoo running around my body. And it hurts, its hurts so very much knowing that I will never get to feel what it’s like to be loved by Michael Clifford. Every time I wake up to your sleeping face and you hogging all the bed covers I smile, but then I remember that its only temporary and some other girl will get the luxury of doing this for you every day. And then it hurts some more. I watch you flirt mercilessly with girls who are prettier than me, thinner than me, curvier than me, taller than me, smaller than me, always something much more than me. Never me. And it will never, ever be me and I understand I can’t make you love me but I’m sick of this. Sick of pretending. You cause me so much joy and happiness but you also cause me so much pain and sadness and I can’t deal with it anymore Mikey. I can’t watch you give your love to other people and always miss out me. It’s not fair on me or you and I’m done. I can’t do it anymore.” You said as you noticed you had backed him closer to the wall of the frat party house. “I love you and that’s the problem.” You finished, barely about a whisper. You just looked at a stunned Michael. You turned around and noticed that Ashton had disappeared, silently thankful that he had disappeared before your rant to Michael.   “Shannon,” Michael began.  “Don’t bother, it’s okay I get it. I’m going home, I’m sure you can find someone else to stay with since I’m assuming you don’t want to be anywhere near me and especially not in my bed.” You said while turning around to walk down the path to the exit of the property.  “There is nothing I would like more than to go to bed with you right now Shannon.” Michael said, stunning you to a stop. H o l y S h i t.  “what did you say?” “I said, that I would like very much if I could take you to your house, get into bed beside you and wrap my arms around your waist while you sleep in my arms.” “Funny, I distinctly remember hearing you say something shorter than that but whatever” Mikey laughed and you smiled, still trying to fathom what the hell was happening.  “So what does this mean?” you asked unsure of what to make of this. “this means that I, Michael Clifford, am also completely and utterly in love with you Shannon, and I have been for quite some time. I tried to tell you a while ago after a party. Yes, I was a little drunk and you were definitely more than a little drunk but it did happen. I was carrying you into your place, like the complete gentleman that I am, and I laid you on the bed thinking you were awake and started to tell you and do you want to know the response I got?” “What?” “I got two grunts and a snore” and with that you both started to laugh. It was always easy with Mikey and even this, which should have been filled with more tension, was surprisingly easy. “well what are you waiting for Clifford, get the car already” you said.                 When you both got back to yours, things got serious again. Not in a angry kind of way, more of a ‘let’s talk about our feelings’ kind of way. After several minutes talking about stuff, Michael jumped up saying “I can’t take this anymore” before literally pouncing on top of you and kissing you. You were both sprawled across the sofa, him on top of you making out and sweet baby Jesus it was incredible. You didn’t think this would ever happen and it was better than you’d ever expected it to be.  In the completely cheesy yet perfect way, Michael broke apart from your heated battle of tongues to say “Shannon, I feel like a complete Twinkie asking this, but will you be my girlfriend?” and in response to his request? You simply grabbed him around the neck and pulled him down to finish where you left off. After a few minutes you broke apart after you slightly bit on his lip saying, “does that answer your question?”.

FINISHED. I KNOW IM NOT A GREAT WRITER BUT I TRIED.

You’re my fave 5sos blog btw

Oh and I want to be friends so um hi possible new friend?

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Shannon's "New Friend"

"Hi, is Shannon in class today?"

The muffled sounds of people talking, phones ringing and doors closing, ran like a constant soundtrack in the background.

"Yes, would you like to see her?"

You could feel your teacher staring at you, but you refused to look up from your novel - pretending to be entirely wrapped up in the story of Jack and Piggy and all those other random boys who you didn't really care about at this point.

"Please send her down to the office before the end of the period"

And with that, the background buzz of noise from the office was cut off and the PA system went quiet.  You slowly looked up and met your teacher's gaze.

"You might as well go now then"

She nodded toward the classroom door as you put your bookmark in the novel to hold your place, before leaving it on your desk and picking up your phone.

You walked down the hall toward the front office of you school and slipped through the door, smiling briefly to the underclassman who was holding it open for you.

"Shannon, Mrs. White is in her office, just knock"

The secretary point toward the first door down a long hallway behind her desk, and you followed her direction.  Knocking lightly on the door, you waited patiently.

"Sorry, come in"

You recognized the voice of your principal and push the door open.  She was sitting behind her laptop, and smiled up at your as you came into view around the door.

"Shannon, thanks for coming in - have a seat"

She nodded toward the two chairs in front of her desk, both of which were usually empty when you'd been here before.  However, today it didn't seem like you'd have your choice of chair, as one was already occupied.  You closed the door behind you and sat yourself in the empty chair, not even acknowledging your neighbour.

"Right, before I move on, Shannon - this is Michael.  Michael - this is one of your classmates, Shannon"

You held your hand out and it was met by a rather larger palm.  You looked up, and briefly met Michael's gaze before being completely distracted by the colourful, fluffy mop he must call hair.  You looked back to Mrs. White and place your hand back in your lap.

English class had been nothing but boring, so you couldn't understand why you wanted to go back so badly.  But after meeting this "Michael" kid, you suddenly were really concerned about how those boys in your novel were planning on getting off that fictional island.

"Shannon, Michael is new to our school, and I was hoping you could show him around.  He'll be joining a few of your classes, so I figured you could help him get to know some of your classmates - and I know you're on good terms with the teachers, so I'm sure they won't mind you popping your heads into their classrooms if you wanted to take him on a little tour of the school?"

You knew it wasn't really a question or suggestion - you were stuck with him.

Mrs. White thanked you for your help before sending you and Michael on your way.  He held both doors open for you on your way out and smiled at the secretary, thanking her before leaving the office.  Once in the main lobby, you turned to the boy who was walking a few paces behind you.  

"Okay. This is your average American high school.  So I don't really know what she wants me to show you, but whatever, we'll go for a walk"

He nodded politely and turned to follow you again.

"You can walk beside me, you know?"

You said without bothering to look at him.  He took a few quicker steps to get closer to you, but still wasn't really walking with you.  You felt like you were being followed by a puppy that was a little too eager to please, but a little too stupid to understand what you were saying.

"This is the cafeteria"

You pointed to your left, giving up with a sigh.

"I wouldn't eat in there if I were you - bring your own lunch, or go out for lunch.  All the sophomores sit in that corner by the way"

You pointed to the collection of tables toward the back wall of the large, open room, where you and your friends sat nearly every day.

You showed him the rest of the school, explaining how classrooms were numbered and showing him into a few of the rooms that were empty during period one.  You didn't feel like disturbing any of the classes with the new kid, so you opted for showing him the teachers' offices instead.  The teachers without a first period class were sitting at their desks preparing for period two classes, and were happy to greet your "new friend" as they called him.

"So I don't know if Mrs. White gave you a schedule or?"

You glanced back at him when you came to the end of your little tour.

"She said you would have it..."

He looked right back at you, seeming completely confident in his answer.

"Well why the hell would I..."

You began getting frustrated all over again.  But he cut you off before you could finish.

"I think it's the same as yours - up until lunch anyways?  Maybe after that too, I'm not sure?"

His tone was a lot more restrained, and less confident - he probably noticed your frustration.

"Okay well I'm off to biology, but I have to go back to English to get my books first...then my locker..." 

You started realizing he was going to be following you like a puppy again if he came with you.  And you weren't entirely sure you wanted him to know where your locker was anyways.

"Wait...you remember the biology lab I showed you right?  Why don't you just meet me there?"

You didn't really wait for an answer before walking away, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw the boy shrug and turn toward the staircase that lead to the science labs, so you figured he was safe and on the right track.

You walked into class just as the bell rang, and were confused by the group of kids around your desk.  You gently pushed your way through, unsure of why your teacher hadn't asked everyone to sit down yet, and placed your books on your desk.  That was when your realized the swarm wasn't around your desk, but the one next to yours.  The one that used to be empty, and was now apparently home to your "new friend" Michael.

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So yeah this is lame so far and I'll continue it later if you want me to - but it's my bedtime ;)

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You looked up, scanning the smiling faces of your classmates who were surrounding Michael's desk.  Rolling your eyes you coughed into the crook of your elbow and looked back up to catch Michael looking in your direction, with a slight smirk pulling at the corners of his soft, pink lips.  He ran a hand through his colourful, fluffy hair and leaned back in his chair.  His sudden change in attitude, boost of confidence, threw you off guard.  Not minutes before had he been following you around like a little lost puppy looking for a home - and now, surrounded by smiling faces, he barely looked your way. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, please find your seats"

You were relieved when your teacher finally made his way into the classroom to restore some sort of order.  It took a few minutes, but eventually the crowd dispersed and found their own desks around the classroom.

"Alright, the sheet that is being passed around now it to be filled out using your notes from yesterday as a warm-up..."

Your teacher droned on about the assignments and work that was due within the next few weeks and you were only half listening.  Suddenly a stack of papers was pushed gently in front of you.  You avoided looking up, and simply took one then continued passing the pile around the room. 

You could see the colourful mess of hair out of the corner of your eye and you tried your best to ignore it.  Opening up your binder you quietly sifted through the notes to find the ones with yesterday's date, as the rest of your class did the same in front of you.

"Can I um...work with you?"

You felt his warm breath on your neck and shoulder before you actually heard his soft, accented voice.  Whipping your head around you locked eyes with Michael who had shuffled his chair closer to you, and was now sitting in between the two desks, rather than behind his own.

"I don't have the notes to look at...cause like, I wasn't here..."

You continued watching the boy as he spoke, nodding toward your open binder.  It took you a moment to realize what he was actually asking, and he clearly noticed your struggle to respond, for that awful smirk played at the corner of his lips again.  Muttering under your breath, blaming him for his distracting hair, you scooted over slightly so he could read your notes from the day before.

Any questions he had - which was considerably less than you had initially anticipated - you answer as to the point and short as possible, trying your best to avoid any more embarrassing slip ups in front of him.

"Why do I even care?"

You realized a little too late that you had spoken the words out loud.

"...about me?"

His voice was low, the buzz of conversations between other students making his question barely audible.  Your pen slipped from your paper and you shot him a look.

"No"

You flipped your binder closed, gazing down at his half completed worksheet.  He followed your gaze before sliding his paper off your desk and turning back to his own desk.  You felt a little bad, since he clearly had no other way to complete the work sheet, but he had no right putting words in your mouth like that.  

You didn't care about him.  He was some random, smart ass, cocky kid who your principal forced upon you.  You weren't his friend.  And you didn't care about him.  Why would he even think you did?  You were obviously talking about your biology homework when you asked why you even cared?

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Yay another short/lame update oops

[vodkaclifford]

picking the contestants for the Husband Games in one hour.. If you have any last minute imagines/aus/one shots/any post you would like me to see make sure you tag them under #vchusbandgames as soon as possible! x

[ashedupirwin]

I have used this tag none...whoops. Guess I won't be winning anything 😔

[moshpitmikey]

Michael Clifford AU (for Shannon, vodkaclifford) You and Michael have been dating secretly and the fans have been suspicious, so Michael finally decided to make it public.

[thnksfrthclfrd]

this is deeply upsetting me. I'm trying to write an imagine for Shannon for the contest thing but I'm having some really shitty writers block and of course I'm complete shit at anything else (manips and such). Like I seriously wanna get picked and I'm good at writing stuff, but for some reason can't right now. uggggggh