#michael blurb

This one is actually a blurb!😂 I’m so soft for Michael he’s unreal, so have this fluffier than fluff piece.

word count: 700

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Whenever you think of Michael the word ‘soft’ soon follows. But not in the derogatory sense of the word, no, more of the way he makes you feel. Like when he first wakes up in the morning stretching his arms above his head and his toes flexing out from under the comforter, a soft grunt coming from his perfect pink lips. He’s like a cat rising from a long nap in the sun.

When you don’t wake right after, he’ll kick his feet causing you to literally bounce awake but you can’t be mad when he pulls you from your dreams because his eyes are so green and alert right in the morning. Michael rolls over and strokes your cheek giving you a soft smile.

“G’morning my sleeping beauty,” he greets, his sentence a little stuck in his throat but his voice is soft and tender.

You blink at each other sleepily and you rub away the sleep lines from his tinted pink cheeks. He always gets a little warm throughout the night.

“Hi,” you whisper.

And then you’re kissing, lips moving lazily, trying to wake up. The pillows are soft, the sun is floating in softly through the windows, and Michael’s bearded cheeks are soft under your fingertips. 

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His voice is always soft whenever he speaks with you. If people are over for a dinner party or holiday, he’s usually loud and cracking jokes. His voice gets higher the more excited he gets, his laugh more squeaky when he gets closer to the punchline. 

When you enter into his orbit, his laughter fades into a smile and then he pulls you into the conversation with his arm slung around your shoulder. His voice lowers to a normal tone, his laughter softens to the warm, buttery one you’ve come to know and love. 

He’ll touch the crease between your brows with his finger gently, explaining the story so you’re all caught up. He tucks you closer to him and continues on. Once he’s finished, he’ll take the two of you away from the buzzing crowd and into the corner. 

“You good? It’s not becoming too much, is it?” he’d always ask because he remembers how social situations tire you out. He laces his fingers through yours and gives a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you’d smile.

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His lips are petal soft when he stamps them around your navel and over your hips. You’d spent all day at a music festival, always linked together with your hands or his finger looped on the belt loop of your jean shorts.

He’s always buzzing after music fests, his body itching to go back onstage himself so when you come home he has to let his energy out and you’re more than willing to be the one to welcome it. Your fingers card through his soft hair as he moves lower and lower, his breath hot and labored. 

Michael touches you with care, his fingertips soft when he parts your knees and ducks his head at your center. His tongue is careful and precise, moving to the parts of you that only he knows are pleasure points.

“Mike…” you exhale as your body starts to fold, aching for his tongue to go deeper. Your legs shake as your pleasure ripples through you and then his mouth is on yours.

His kiss is soft but controlled and you’re ready for what comes next. 

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Soft is when he hushes you after a panic attack. He holds your hands in both of his right over his heart. He lets you ramble and prattle with whatever is cycling through your mind and then when you take a breath that’s when he takes your hands. 

“Everything is going to be fine, I promise,” he mumbles softly. “I’ll help you and we’ll do it together. One thing at a time.”

You nod rigidly trying to concentrate on his breathing and the steady thump of his heart under your hands. 

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Michael is soft when he places the diamond on your finger, his hands cupping your cheeks delicately. 

“I love you.”

“I love you forever,” he promises, his nose skimming over yours before sealing your forever with a soft and tender kiss.

AN: yes, it has been a hot minute, and idk how i feel about it. I went digging through some old writing and found this, its kinda of angsty, but i like it. Also it’s not getting a part two:(

Word count: 683

TW: heartbreak, pregnancy idk man, general angst. 

Two lines, was all it took, you were sure that it was a mistake, that something was wrong with the test. So you went to the convenience store down the street and bought a couple more. While you were gathering all your things you stood there and felt a rush of cold go down your spine. That’s why you returned safely adorned in one of Michael’s sweaters, making you feel safe and a little less scared than what you were.

When you exited the apartment building you pulled the hood up and bowed your head, trying to be as discreet as possible. You watched your feet as you walked the familiar way to the store, not looking up once.

Returning home you pulled off the hood and went straight to the bathroom. You sat down and did everything correctly, just as the packaging said. And waited just as long as the packaging said. And when you saw the results your body numbed completely.

They were all positive, all two lines on the little screen. 

Loud steps filled the apartment and you knew Michael was home.

“Babe, where are you?”, he yelled from the kitchen as you heard the fridge open, the little squeak from the door making you drop the stick. It’s not far from where you are sitting on the floor, but you still hear a little click when it hits the floor. 

“In the bathroom,” you spoke numbly, with a monotone voice.

Immediately you regretted answering him. You voice inanimate and the little clicking noise the test made when it hit the tiles. Michael came stomping into the room long before you had the chance to clean up everything. 

“Are you al- what’s this?” He squints down on the many pregnancy tests strewn across the room, on the floor and the bathroom counter. He picks up one of them. 

Immediately his whole demeanour changes from concerned to stoic. 

“Are you?” The question hangs like a guillotine in the air. And all you can do is nod hoping that it won’t sever your neck. 

“Yeah”, you whisper as time passes by, watching as Michael's eyes flicker across the neat bathroom. 

“Well we can fix this, I can call the doctor and we can fix this.” He says all tense as he stands up from his crouching position. 

“Fix this? I’m not broken Michael, I’m preg-“ you sigh. 

“I’m pregnant” you have made your decision. The room suddenly feels too hot and you quickly wring off the hoodie. It causes your T-shirt to ride up, and when you toss the hoodie aside you see Michael still staring at your stomach. 

“I’m not ready to be a father! And you’re not ready to be a mother!” He all but yells as he realises what has happened in that beautiful mind of yours. 

“Watch me Michael, I’m not broken and this is not something you can just fix”. Your voice is firm, and determined. 

“Just please, let’s think about this! Be reasonable, with me on tour and everything going on.. please can’t we at least sleep on it?” 

And you tell him you agree, and you wish you did, so much. 

—- 

He falls asleep at one thirty that night, but you wait another half hour before you get out of bed again, unwinding from underneath his arm that ironically rests on your stomach. Quietly, you pack a small bag of your essentials, almost forgetting your wallet as tears cloud your eyes. 

Carefully you open the door and stand there just looking at the living room where so many good memories lie. Knowing that when you close the door there is no going back. You turn around one last time and see your key to the apartment shining in the moonlight, on the countertop before closing the door gently. 

You throw your bag in the trunk of your car and sit down in front of the steering wheel. Putting a hand on your stomach you look down before turning the key in the ignition. 

16. One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person

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It’s been a day filled with movies and playing video games with Michael. You’re currently on your 9th round of Mario Kart, it’s been a sort of competition between the two of you on who’s the reigning champ. You boasted about how well you played Mario Kart 64 and Michael chortled at your cockiness.

“All right, put your money where your mouth is,” he challenged. 

It’s nearing midnight, your eyes are starting to strain from staring at the screen all day and night. Your fingers press hard on the buttons and joystick as you twist and turn on the couch with your car in the game. 

This is the be all end all, whoever wins this, wins the whole championship. You’re nearing the finish line and it’s lap 3, you inch further to the edge of the couch. The taste of victory is so close and then, Michael sets off a shell followed by the ink splat. 

Caught off guard, your car falls off the edge and the triumphant whistle signifies Michael’s win.

“Yes!” he exhales lifting his arms in the air and you deflate against the couch side eyeing your boyfriend.

You toss your controller to the other cushion in a huff, crossing your arms in a major pout. The constant motion of the game makes the carpet appear warped and Michael is chattering away about how you should do this once a month then gets up off the couch to pick up the empty snack wrappers and plates. 

Then he’s kneeling in front of you, hands resting on your knees.

“Why are you pouting?” his green eyes widen at the scowl on your face, your lower lip jutting out. 

“If I didn’t fall I would’ve kicked your ass,” you grumble glaring at him. 

“That’s why--it’s just a game,” he laughs rubbing your knees with his thumbs. He leans forward trying to get you to look at him but you turn your head. “Hey, look at me, kitty.”

“No,” you continue to pout. You aren’t really that mad, maybe a little bitter, but you’re curious to see what he’s going to do next. 

“Kitty,” he sighs placing his finger on your cheek. With ease, you let him turn your face then his lips are kissing away your pout. You give in willingly, moaning when he nips at your pouted lip slipping his tongue inside your mouth. “Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not, but thank you for the kiss, that’s what I wanted,” you snicker.

Imagine have a scary movie marathon with tons of jump scares and ominous music. You and Michael haven’t left your spot on the couch all day except for bathroom breaks in between movies and eating the take out you’d ordered. You insisted on eating in the kitchen because you didn’t want to mess up the couch with the food when you’d inevitably jump in fright. 

“Why don’t we go to haunted houses if you love scary movies so much?” Michael asks softly while you’re watching The Visit. 

“Because the scary people always come after me.”

“I’ll protect you,” he whispers in your ear, lips sucking on your skin. The scratch of his beard paired with the softness of his lips gave you goosebumps, and when his fingers tug on the waistband of your cotton shorts, your heart is beating erratically. 

“Michael...” you whine quietly letting him pull your shorts down and off your legs. Your eyes stay glued to the screen as Ethan Hawke’s character watches the first movie reel and Michael pushes you back onto the cushions. “The movie...”

“It’s my turn to make you scream, kitty,” he rasps then his hot wet tongue slips between your folds. 

You close your eyes in ecstasy just as the boogeyman appears on the screen.

A Michael Clifford One Shot

Pairing: Michael Clifford x Reader

Word count: 832

Rating: Fluff! Just some bittersweet fluff!

Content: Michael is sweet and thoughtful before leaving for tour, established relationship, second person POV, gender neutral reader insert, fluffy fluff fluff fluff

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The last couple days before he left for tour were always the hardest. Sure, you missed him while he was away, but the anticipation of the heartache sat like a rock in the bottom of your stomach. Michael had procrastinated packing like always and you tried to stay out of his way so he wouldn’t get sidetracked.

Everything felt different this time though. This tour was going to put the most distance and time between the two of you since you’d started dating. You hated to admit it, but you worried about how that would affect your relationship. Michael had left for short press tours and a few weeks of shows here and there, but the two of you had never navigated a full tour with half the world between you.

It’s a rainy day and I’m feeling very soft for the precious bean that is Michael.

Word count: 920

Warnings: none, just fluff and softness

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Being with Michael is an adventure all on its own. His quirky, bubbly personality brings out the same side in you where you can both be silly together. You’re always his number one to go to when he wants to do some antic that will always make you laugh, which is his end goal, but you don’t know that. You love his free spirt and caring heart but sometimes he puts the whole universe on his shoulders, and he needs you to help relieve the weight.

You’re sitting on the couch watching a documentary on the most haunted places in America when Michael comes shuffling into the room. You can’t help but admire the outfit he’s wearing, a long sleeved, dark grey shirt, sweats, and his black beanie that he loves. The expression he’s wearing isn’t as cute, he looks haggard and upset.

“Hey cutie,” you try to greet happily. You watch him lift the side of his lips up at an attempted smile but it’s more of a grimace as he approaches you.

here’s michael!! 

• • • •

You and Michael have just finished dinner and went into his gaming room to play a new game he got. Your phone pinged and you saw Luke’s girlfriend sent in a new video.

“Oh boy,” you giggle opening it up even though you already had an idea on what it was going to be.

Sure enough, Luke comes into the frame and lovie’s voice says she’s going to take a shower. You already know she’s naked because cupcake and angel have done the same thing earlier this week. The reactions are cute but you had a feeling if you did that with Michael while he was playing he’d tell you to wait a little bit. 

You voiced your opinions in the chat and they were all quick to boost you up and encourage you to do it. Also that Michael would throw his controller out the window if you walked in on him while you were naked. 

Feeling a bit more confident, you pulled of his t-shirt you were wearing and kicked your panties into the hamper. No going back now. 

You pull out your phone and begin recording. 

“Okay girls, I’m joining this weird bandwagon,” you speak softly as you walk to his gaming room. 

You press on the door and his back is facing you as he sits in his gaming chair that’s angled at the tv. You take a deep breath.

“Hey Mikey,” your voice reveals your nervousness. 

“Yeah?” he turns in his chair and his eyes get really big. He pauses the game and spins completely in the chair so he’s facing you. “Oh fuck, yes,” he squeals a giggle covering his face. Then he pats his thigh. “C’mere, kitty.”

You walk towards him to stand in between his legs but he pulls you to straddle his lap. His soft hands tickle up your skin and his thumbs and forefinger tweak your nipples playfully. 

“These are better than any video game, kitty,” he tells you and tosses your phone to the couch. 

You really had to trim the video before you sent it to the girls because Michael showed you just how much he loved it for about an hour and a half. 

• • • •

I love this so much and i made this long somehow. how’d that happen? ah well

• • • •

This is the second time you’re live streaming with Michael and you’ve got all your favorite snacks and drinks laid out on his table in his gaming room. He even got you a pair of headphones that have kitty ears on them, they’re red and you loved them. 

You’re starting by his computer so the camera ca capture you both a little easier even though you’ll be playing on the TV. 

“You ready, kitty?” he asks kissing your temple. 

“Yep!” you situate yourself in your chair and he goes to turn everything on. You’re chewing a gummi worm when you appear on the screen. “Hey guys! Another day of streaming, this time with Kitty.”

“Hi!” you wave your fingers but incidentally drop the worm on your lap. “Oh no! Oops.”