#michael!blurb

*requested* Michael was quiet, extremely quiet, as in face stuffed in a book, hoodie covering his messy, just rolled out of bed hair, and sweater paws covering his callused nervous hands. Out of the corner of his eye he could see you talking to your friend in the front corner of the classroom. Years ago when Michael was in primary school he had talked to you. You two were in the same class for years and he learned a lot about you, you two became close but unfortunately for him, you two had drifted apart. ”Mike? You listening?” Luke asked, snapping his fingers in front of his face. “Huh? Yeah sure, my house, video games, pizza…” he said, not knowing what in the hell his friend had said. “Jeez, just ask (Y/N) out already, its been like 10 years. We’re going to Cal’s, his mum made lasagne yesterday and he said theres leftovers, and I want it. ” Luke replied before turning back towards the front of the board where your advisor was telling everyone about the bulletin for the day. “As you know prom is coming up next month and tickets have just gone on sale so head to the administration office to get them. Now I need to see these students before you all head off to class….” He tuned him out, not interested in hearing about the kids that didn’t turn in their form for the field trip next Tuesday.  ~~~~~  “Ask (Y/N). Go She’s right by her locker, just go up to her and ask her.” Calum tried to push Michael towards your locker. “Yeah, you already bought her those flowers, just go and ask her.” Ashton encouraged. He could do this, yeah, he could do this. He could just go up to you and ask you to go with him. It would be easy right? Just go up to her an–NO. Can’t do this, can’t do this. “Yeah…No I can’t do this, I’m going home. See you later!” Michael yelled as he gripped onto the tulips and dashed out the door. ~~~~~ “It’s been a week, why do you still have those flowers in there.” Luke asked as Michael was grabbing his history textbook out of his locker. “They just remind you of how you were too scared to ask her out.” He mumbled. “Wow, thanks Luke. Cause I couldn't remember.” he said sarcastically before grabbing the flowers and heading towards the garbage can. But before he could toss them in he saw you standing at your locker. “I dare you, just do it.” Luke said, pushing Michael away from the trash can and over towards the other side of the hallway where you were.  As Michael walked over to you he felt the dried flowers in his hands. Surely you wouldn’t appreciate these, you probably already had a date. But Michael knew that if he turned around, Luke would be right there, ready to spin him 180 degrees and back in your direction. "I got you your favorite flowers but they’re dead because I couldn’t work up the guts to come and talk to you.” he muttered when he got to you, before looking towards his beat up converse. “Thanks Mikey” you smiled taking the crunchy tulips from his hands. You could tell he wanted to say something, his hands fumbling with the now broken paperclip in his hands. “So that dance thing…” he started, finally looking you in the eyes. “Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to go. With me. As a date?” You asked. What. Did you just ask him to prom. “That’s actually what I wanted to ask you” he laughed, starting to feel more comfortable around you. “Well, what do you say Mikey?” you were still smiling. “I’d love to go with you” he said before he looked towards the other side of the hall where he saw his friends giving him a thumbs up. “I gotta go but we can talk about the details later right?” he asked before the boys started clapping him on the back with a few congratulatory shouts.

MusicMajor!Michael was always awake when the sun was just about to rise, not because he woke up early, but because he hadn’t fallen asleep. Usually he would be writing a new song because every time he started to drift off to sleep, a tune or new lyrics would pop into his head. This was the sole reason he had 3 notebooks next to his bed, all half filled with songs he planned on finalizing with EnglishMajor!Calum–who was majoring in both poetry, and song writing—because at a song with words misused would just be awkward. “No Michael that’s not how you use a synecdoche” “What the hell is a synecdoche?”  “I literally just taught you this, okay so a syne—you know what, it doesn’t matter, that’s just not how you use it..Here give me the pen” was an often saying. Sometimes if you couldn’t sleep either, you would come to his dorm and just listen to him make music. And on rare occasions he would ask you to read some of his lyrics to see if it sounded “good enough” because he had rephrased it over 100 times and wasn’t sure if it meant what he wanted it to. But more often than not, you would just come to his room and drift off to sleep to the tune of his guitar.

Witch!Michael loved spells. He absolutely adored them, he would spend days and days reading about the different spells he could learn. His mother gave him her old spell book when he was just 13 years old. He hadn’t known he was a witch until then, he thought he was just a regular kid. Michael loved that he could make something grow in seconds, he loved that he didn’t have to lift a finger to do his chores, but he also loved the witch classes that his mother sent him to. It was there where he met you. Unlike Michael, you had always known you were a witch, you had been casting spells since you learned how to talk. You were actually the assistant teacher to Michael’s Intro to Spells class and sometimes if he didn’t have anything to talk to you about, he would pretend that he didn’t know how to do a certain spell–that he had previously perfected–so you would work with him. Ultimately to his dismay, you soon figured this out, and he sheepishly admitted that it was because he liked you. Finally, after months of him wishing he could take you out, it was going to happen. The next Saturday, Michael took you to the witch carnival, which was basically just a carnival made specifically for witches. The games were run by other “mythical” creatures and there was even a pegasus giving people lifts back to their house from the front of the fair gate. You two walked around you playing game after game after game, Michael’s obsession with reading the spell book coming in handy when you wanted the giant monkey stuffed animal in the quiz tent. As your date came to an end, Michael kept glancing over to you. “You okay?” you asked after you caught him looking again. “Yeah, I had a really good time tonight (Y/N). Do you think you would want to go to the Light festival with me next week?” He asked. “Of course. I’d love too Mikey.” Mikey, no one ever called him that, and he liked that you did.

You had just moved into your new apartment with Domestic!Michael and you were already afraid that the scary landlord located at the base of the building was going to kick you out. “Please? I’ll take care of it!” He had been whining for a while and you had yet to back down. “Mike, he told us specifically that there were no pets allowed in the building.” you turned to your boyfriend who was currently standing behind the island in the middle of the kitchen with a pout on his face. Michael had been talking about getting a cat for the new apartment since you two were caught harboring a kitten in your old, strictly no pets allowed, building and had to either pay the 8,000 dollar fine or “kindly find a new apartment”. “I hope you realize why we’ve moved here.” you sassed. “But how can we not have one here, it’s perfect!” he gestured to the little nook in the corner where a small bed and the bowls for your imaginary cat would be located. “You said that about all the other places too, but this one is the closest to the studio and my office.” He still really wanted a cat, but the problem was that this apartment didn’t allow any animals either. Well, except for fish, but Michael didn’t want a fish because, “Fish can’t meow, purr, and I can’t hold them (Y/N), we need a cat.”  ~~~~~ “This is a terrible idea.” you stated as Michael tried to plan out how he was going to sneak your new cat, Luna, into your apartment. You two were currently sitting in the car in the parking lot of your apartment building. “C’mon, if just put him in your bag, no one will know!” he said from the drivers seat. Somehow he had convinced you to adopt one of the cutest baby kittens ever from the shelter about an hour ago and now you two needed to get it in the house. “Mike, they’re going to see you holding the giant bag of kitty food and litter, and they’re going to kick us out. “We’ll go when the coast is clear. Please, you don’t want give this little guy away do you?” he brought Luna close to his face and pouted as the little kitten meowed. “Fine, but if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” ~~~~~ “See, what did I tell you? That was a piece of cake” he smirked closing the door and placing all of Luna’s things on the kitchen table. You walked in and put your bag on the counter, letting Luna climb out of your bag, and sit on the table facing towards you. “Whatever, you go put away his stuff and I’ll go play with this little guy” you laughed, picking up the little fur ball and heading towards the living room.

Domestic!Michael Michael never thought that after all the partying, tours, and albums, that he would be doing this. Sitting with his daughter, Stella, on her little pink table located in the middle of the living room planning out her 7th birthday. Yet here he was. “No daddy! I don’t want guitars and you to play at my party! I want to go to the big girl place with my friends and drink tea like mommy does.” She pouted, throwing her crayons, she had previously been coloring with, onto the floor. “But Stell, you told me last night that you wanted a music party. What happened?” He questioned, a bit offended but also confused as to how his little girl could change her mind so quickly. “I talked to Abby at school today and she said that she went to tea for her birthday so I want to go to tea for my birthday” Stella sassed, just like her father would’ve. “If Abby jumped off a cliff would you ju–” “This is my birthday daddy, pleaaase” She interrupted, dragging out the word and giving him her signature pout. Michael didn’t know what to do, on one hand he didn’t want Stella to only want something because her friend had it. He wanted her to be her own person and have her own ideas. “Are you sure now?” He asked taking out his phone and googling the name so he could make reservations.  “Yes, Saturday the 30th would be good…No no one has allergies…Maybe just don’t put the peanuts just in case….Of course, Thank you…” He said before hanging up and turning back to his daughter. “Ok Stell, it’s all booked, and we just have to send out the invitations and we’re good to go.” He said smiling, glad that for the first time in years, he was helping with one of the kids’ birthdays. ~~~~~ From (Y/N): Can you pick S up from school? I have a little more work to do and I should be done.  Michael read from his phone before shooting you a quick “Yeah, I’ll head over there now.” and heading off towards the school. ”Hi Stells, how was school?” Michael asked from the front seat after Stella had gotten in. “Okay I guess…” she trailed off. That was odd, usually she was full of energy when she came back from school, not being able to wait to tell her dad about the day, but this, this was odd. “What’s wrong Stells?” he looked at her through the rearview mirror, seeing a conflicted expression on her face. “It’s nothing..” she muttered quietly. “Hey babygirl, you know you can tell me anything right? What’s wrong?” he tried again, turning the car on and pulling out of the school. “It’s just.. I don’t really want a tea party.” her eyebrows were knitted together, biting on the side of her cheek, and not making eye contact with her father. “What made you change your mind?” he asked, eyes not leaving the road but still wondering what made Stella not want the ‘big girl’ party like Abby. “I don’t like tea. And I want you, Uncle Luke, Uncle Calum, and Uncle Ashton, to play at my birthday.” She said not noticing the small smile on her father’s face. They pulled into the driveway and started getting out of the car. Michael opened her door for her as she leaped out, forgetting her backpack on the car floor, as usual, Michael grabbed it and headed inside. “Whatever you want babygirl, it’s your day, you can have whatever you want. We just have to cancel the other party.” He said putting the backpack near her homework table when she emerged from the kitchen holding a juice box. “Thank you daddy, I love you” she said smiling before coming up and hugging him, burying her head into the notch between his shoulder and his neck. (A/N: wow that turned out longer than I thought it was going to)

With the help of Luke, SingleFather!Michael buckled Stella and Danny into their carseats. He was getting ready to take them to his parent’s house for their annual Clifford Christmas party, which was basically, the band, their parents, his parents, his parent’s siblings, their kids, their kids significant others, and some friends. It wasn’t extravagant but there were a lot of people so they made sure that everyone was having a good time. He hoped this year that everyone would be happy to see him, not everyone in his family was familiar with what had recently happened to him. He wondered what they would think of him bringing his two new(ish)borns to the christmas party, surely they wondered where he was at thanksgiving and why he didn’t show up. When Michael got there he was relieved to find out he was actually quite early, it gave him time to settle back at home, bring his kids in, help set up, and relax with a beer. A single beer because he couldn’t be drunk, he had kids to take care of. When Michael’s extended family arrived they didn’t even notice the kids (rude), but when they did they were shocked, he told them what happened and most were understanding; but he could tell by the facial expressions of some that they were shocked, maybe even disgusted. He didn’t know and he honestly didn’t care that much, all he needed was his band and his parents. and his kids of course. The dinner went relatively well, only once did Stella scream bloody murder, but he fixed that pretty quickly, changing her diaper and giving her some milk to drink. Danny on the other hand slept through the entire thing, just like Michael could’ve if he didn’t have to actually participate in life. After almost everyone left and it was just him and his parents, they had a talk. He talked about what specifically happened, well not too specific, but he explained that it wasn’t her fault and that he didn’t blame her for not telling him or not wanting them. At first he didn’t want them either but now, after having taken care of them for a little while, they had grown on him, his day revolved around his kids, and it was honestly something he could see himself doing for the rest of his life or up until they didn’t need him to anymore.

Once Dad!Michael had to take care of your daughter, Maya, by himself. “I can take care of my daughter while you’re gone, (Y/N)” He brushed you off, trying to tell you he’d be fine taking care of your little girl for a few days while you were gone. “Whatever you say Mikey. Now, if you need anything and I’m not answering my phone, call your mum okay?” You were packing your suitcase for the trip you were going to take with your friends. It was going to be the first trip you had taken since Maya was born and you were very hesitant about leaving her with Michael. “Just be careful okay?” Sure he was your husband and loved her more than anything, but he wasn’t gonna win the award for father of the year anytime soon. “She’s only 4 years old, she can’t be that bad, right kitten?” he said giving her eskimo kisses on her nose. Wrong. “Mum! She’s crying and I don’t know what to do. I can’t do this by myself. I need (Y/N) here, I’ve called like 100 times but it keeps going to voicemail. It’s been like 4 hours and I don’t know what to do!” He shouted into the phone before she even had a chance to respond. “Mikey it’s around dinner time, she’s probably just hungry, you’re fine. There should be some food in the cabinet. Relax honey.” She soothed into the phone. “I’m a shit father.” “Michael, Don’t you dare say that. You love her with all your heart, that little girl is your entire world, and thats what matters. Children don’t come with instruction manuals, you have to learn as you go.” She helped calm her Michael down so he could take care of Maya. When you came back a few days later, you were excited to see your family. You hadn’t been away from them for this long in a really long time. As you opened the door, you were expecting to see the house looking like a pigsty, but you were surprised when you came in and it was clean. Even cleaner than you left it. “Mikey?” you called through the house, walking through the kitchen and into the hallway when you couldn’t find him. “Mikey?” you whispered, the house was dark and quiet, the only source of light was coming from yours and Michael’s bedroom. When you got to the doorway you heart swelled, laying on your bed was your husband, sound asleep, with your little girl laying cuddled up  in his arms.

It was obvious that dad!Michael was Maya’s father. As much as she hated to admit it, they were very very similar. Whether it was their personality, clothes, likes and dislikes, or just hair, they were the same.  When Maya was 2, she was loud, and by loud I mean she could wake the dead with her screaming. And when she was awake, she would never stop babbling. She always needed to have her presence known. Michael was like that too, not so much the screaming but when he got excited he had no control of his volume. He would gradually get louder and louder until he was full out screaming about something. But because of this, you felt no shame when everyone looked at you when your daughter would make loud noises about each and every cat or dog you saw outside. An 11 year old with bright pink hair wasn’t something people saw everyday. You on the other hand, did. Maya started dyeing her hair when she was really small, they were all natural colours though like: black, brown, red, blonde, everything. Just recently did she start with the abnormal colours. Blue was first. After seeing photos of her father’s dark blue hair, she decided that she wanted to try it too. Next was purple, and then what she had now, pink. She and Michael would always dye their hair together, at first it was because Michael wanted to match with his daughter, but she quickly opposed. So now they just went together so they could each get something different. When Maya turned 14, she started to develop an attitude. Again, like her father, she was sarcastic to no end. And when you got home from work, you would often hear them in the living room arguing about who knows what.  ~~~~~ “Babe, tell our daughter that Jesus of Suburbia is the best Green Day song.” He turned to you as you entered the living room, noticing the pizza box and sodas open in the table. “HEY NO! Don’t listen to dad, American Idiot is the best.” She shouted over her father and the TV that was showing an old episode of the Walking Dead that no one was really paying attention to. “You’re both wrong, Boulevard of Broken Dreams will always be the best.” You said before taking a slice and sitting down with your family.