Autumn Leaves? (Michael Clifford x Reader)
This imagine is gonna be pretty short, but I wanted to write a little somethin based off of how I’ve been feelings about these seasons lately!
“MICHAEL! GET YOUR ASS OUTSIDE!”
Michael was launched from his position on the couch upon hearing your frantic yell. He rushed to the front door, nearly tripping over his own feet as he scrambled to get to you. His heart thumped loudly in his chest. He shouldn’t have let you go to the store alone. What if you were hurt? What if something had happened?
Michael threw open the door, a blast of pleasantly warm air hitting his face. He froze when his eyes locked on you.
You were bent over, grocery bags in your hands, staring intensely at the ground. Michael briskly walked over to you.
“Babe? What is it?” he asked, placing his hand on your shoulder. You pointed down to a small, fragile object on the sidewalk. Michael narrowed his eyes, leaning down slightly to take a look at what had gotten you so worked up.
A leaf.
A single, red-colored leaf.
Michael blinked slowly, trying to think of how a leaf could have possibly gotten you into this much of a tizzy. “Y/N, it’s a fucking leaf.” he said, straightening up and shaking his head. “You had me all freaked out over a leaf. I thought you had been like, stabbed or something.”
You looked up at him, grinning. “Michael, do you realize what this means? Fall is coming!” you exclaimed, completely disregarding his concerns and leaning down and picking up the fallen leaf.
Michael rolled his eyes. “It’s September 11th, Y/N. The temperature has just barely begun to cool down. I think you need to wait a couple more weeks.” he tried to hide the amusement in his tone.
You hit his arm. “Oh, hush! Don’t be such a scrooge.” you said, pinching his cheek.
“Wrong season, Y/N.” Michael snorted, grabbing your hand and kissing it softly. He couldn’t stay mad at you and your silliness. He knew how excited you got at the season’s transition from boiling hot to chilly sweater weather. You loved having lazy autumn days, wrapped up in Michael’s arms and wearing one of his giant sweaters. He couldn’t say it didn’t bring him a hint of joy as well; he would take any excuse to cuddle you all day.
You reached up and squished his face. “Babe, it’s September. After this month is October. October means Halloween. Halloween means cool weather and pumpkins and candy and all the good things!” you exclaimed. Michael giggled and shook his head.
“You’re a goof.” he teased, kissing your forehead. “But I love you anyways. Now let me help you with these groceries.” he took a few bags from your hands. You pouted as you followed him inside.
“Hey!” you exclaimed. “At least I don’t eat popsicles during the dead of winter!”
