#michael clifford x reader

[lukesdice]

'Till the Day I Die

Luke Hemmings x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Some swearing

Blurb: You hadn’t seen your ex boyfriend in 7 months after he broke your heart, and at a party you finally see him again.

Note: hey :) I wrote this short piece as an introduction to me writing for 5sos! If you have any requests for any of the boys, pls send them in 🖤

The light drizzle of rain tickled the tip of your nose and the ends of your lashes, a chilling breeze causing you to pull your thin jacket tighter around yourself. The muffled beat of lounge rock music drawled through from the patio doors, a light chatter of tipsy voices and clattering mixed in with the soft tunes.

"Have you spoken to Luke tonight?" Calum asked you, taking a short drag from his cigarette and turning to face you as he pressed his elbows to the cool metal on the balcony railing.

You shook your head and sighed, staring out at the darkening view of the city lights.

"Are you going to?"

Smoke tingled with your senses as you wrung your hands together, thinking for a short minute.

"Why can't he speak to me first?" you asked, not once tearing your eyes away from directly looking in front of you.

"He's not going to do that," Calum said, "I think he's scared."

You sighed again.

Calum held out his half-smoked cigarette in front of you, drops of ashes dusting the balcony floor.

You let the smoke inhale into your throat and exhale out of your mouth again, watching the clouds in front of you dance into the chilling air.

"Does he even regret leaving me without even really giving me a reason?" you asked, twisting the cigarette between your fingers a little.

A moment of silence passed.

"He hasn't really spoken much about it" Calum said.

You sighed for a third time.

You handed Calum his cigarette and took a swig of your vodka mixer, it's harsh burn trickling down your throat. You pulled the cup away from your lips and screwed your face into a disgusted frown.

Calum chuckled loudly, "not really a vodka girl huh?"

You shook your head and coughed a little, "but it gets me drunk quick so fuck it" you laughed lightly.

After Calum had finally decided to leave to find another drink, you decided to make your way to the toilet, smiling and waving at a few people on the way. You stared at yourself in the mirror, mascara now slightly smudged and hair a little frizzy from the faint rain. You combed your fingers through it to try and untangle the knots, adjusting your skirt to a more suitable position.

"Fuck" you whispered to yourself, the light buzz in your head from the alcohol kicking in a little.

As you left the bathroom, you noticed Luke from the corner of your eye, his curly blonde hair and sparkly eyeshadow was instantly recognisable. He was wearing his favourite suit trousers and converse, the combo you always thought looked great on him.

He was smiling and laughing with Ashton and some girl, your heart picking up in speed. You knew it was wrong to feel pissed off at the fact he looked happy, you just wanted him to be miserable without you. You knew that sounded cruel but you couldn't help it. You wanted him to feel as broken as you did when he left.

You made your way back to the balcony, now alone, beginning to feel anxious and awkward at the sight of seeing your now ex-boyfriend of 7 months.

"Oh" you heard awkwardly from behind you.

You slowly turned around, your heart now hammering in your chest as you came face to face with Luke.

You stared silently at each other for what felt like five minutes, it becoming obvious to you that Luke hadn't come out here because he knew you were and wanted to see you.

"Sorry" he croaked.

"I didn't know you were out here."

You twisted your lips between your teeth, racking your brain for anything to say back that didn't sound stupid.

"Why? Am I that unbearable to see?" you questioned, not even really aggressively but more in a defeated manner.

Luke cast his eyes away from you for a moment and you could see his cheeks heating up a little with embarrassment.

"No" was all he could say.

"How are you anyway?" you asked, trying your best to make conversation. For some reason you desperately didn't want him to leave, and you wanted at least a minute more with him. Even if your head and heart hurt whenever you looked into his blue eyes.

"I'm fine" he replied, looking uncomfortable in the spot he was standing in but obviously scared to even move a muscle. "You?"

"I'm okay" you told him.

He nodded slightly before turning around to place his hand on the handle of the patio door, ready to re-enter the party.

Your shoulders dropped as you turned back to the view, tears forcing their way to teeter on the edge of your eyelids. You knew seeing him would hurt but you weren't prepared for the actual literal pain it brought.

"Actually I'm shit."

Your eyebrows raised slightly as your body tensed up. You kept your focus on the buildings and cars below you, scared of what to reply and shocked at his admittance.

"I've been shit since we broke up, and it's worse 'cause it's all my fault."

Your mouth felt dry, a tear that had been taunting you fell quickly down your cheek. You brought your hand up to your cheek to wipe it away and it was gone as quickly as it had come.

You had been longing for and imagining this moment over and over, concocting scenarios in your head where he had said this to you in various different ways, but you couldn't even now bring yourself to look at him anymore, never-mind respond.

You heard him sigh and begin to open the door, his footsteps shuffling for a moment before stopping, the music from inside now a little louder.

"I may have fucked up and you may hate me," Luke said quietly from behind you.

"But fucking hell, I know I will love you 'till the day I die."

Your chest rose and fell heavily, another couple of tears crawled down your face, but still no words came to mind. You felt as stuck as a clay statue.

You heard the door shut behind you and the music was instantly muffled again, and you knew that you were alone. A soft quiet sob left your mouth, as you hugged yourself tightly and mentally berated yourself for not saying anything.

After another ten minutes of calming yourself down, you re-entered the party, desperately scanning your eyes around the room for his blonde mop of hair. You couldn't see him anywhere. You began to panic that you had fucked up your chance after he had just literally told you he still loved you.

"He left a few minutes ago" Calum told you as he sloped up to you, a beer grasped in his hands. His eyes were glassy from being a bit too drunk. "You might still catch up to him" he smirked a little, like he was telling you that he knew something you didn't.

You thanked Calum and left through the front door, practically running down the flights of stairs and to the front of the building complex.

There he was, waiting out on the pavement for a taxi.

You cautiously approached him, shivering a little in the nighttime breeze and steady rain.

"I don't hate you" you said, making Luke jump a little at your sudden voice.

He turned to stare into your soul, his bright blue eyes the only thing you could focus on as a small curl tickled his brow, his leather jacket covered in little raindrops and glitter dotted over his cheeks as the rain had migrated it from his eyelids.

"I fucked up Y/N and I'm sorry, so sorry" he suddenly began to ramble without warning, "I don't deserve you, I fuck-" his voice cracked.

You took one step closer to him.

"I was just scared of hurting you or that you would hurt me so I ran away, and I fucking hurt you anyway" he continued, his blue eyes were vast teary oceans.

"Luke" you whispered softly.

He stopped his rambling, as you stood directly in front of him.

"I fucking miss you" you choked out without really thinking as he gave you a wet sad smile in reply.

He opened his mouth to reply but as he did so, his taxi pulled up to the curb, the driver inside motioning for him to hurry. Luke gave him a wave and turned back to you, drinking all of you in as he seemed to fight with himself not to leave you now. Not like this.

"Do you need a ride home?" he asked.

"I don't want to be a pain."

"Please" he almost begged you.

You agreed and climbed into the taxi before him, your heart and head in a mess of confusion and intense emotion. You still hadn't quite registered the fact that Luke had finally explained his reason for why he hurt you, even if it was in a few rambled sentences. You still hadn't really taken in the fact that Luke still loved you.

You were both silent in the back of the dim taxi, your hand next to you gripping the edge of the middle seat. You desperately wanted to look at Luke but a part of you felt too rigid with nerves to move your head even a crack.

But as the taxi slowly followed traffic in front, you suddenly felt a warmth upon your hand, your chest fluttering a little as you looked over at Luke's hand on yours.

You let him intertwine his fingers with yours, resting your entangled hands on the middle seat, neither of you spoke a word but a thousand feelings were exchanged.

Luke softly squeezed your hand like he always used to, and a small smile tickled the corners of your lips, because you hadn't felt these innocently romantic feelings since you had first met.

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[lukesvalentyne]

luke hemmings bf material not proofread

• so so so so cuddly. he’d probably be the little spoon no matter the height difference between you two as he likes to be held but also wouldn’t mind being the big spoon for example if he’s a lot taller than you he could easily wrap himself around you.

• def plans the cutest dates ever (pottery painting, flower picking just really cute aesthetic shit)

• SINGS YOU TO SLEEP👏 you laying on his chest as he caresses your hair softly lulling you to sleep with his voice…. hwjsjsjdkd i need him

• probably gives you the sweetest nicknames for example: angel, sweetheart, darling and love.

• worships the ground you walk. If you were really public about the relationship he would probably post you WAYYY more than he posts himself…

• i could see him being like a really cheesy romantic especially if hes got it BAD he’d do some like romcom type shit and leave you little love notes every day with flowers or something

• always wants to play his music to you first as your opinion matters the most

• whenever he’s on tour and you are away from one another he’d send like postcards to you or bring you a gift back from the different countries he’s been to

• sends you mini vlogs of tour life.🥹

• his love language is 100% physical touch. he just loves being near you holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you etc. Or maybe gift giving like i said previously he’d always bring you a gift back so he’s probably really excited to give it to you

• doing that tiktok trend to see who petunia will run to. pretends to be jealous when tunia chooses you (secretly is obsessed with how much she loves you)

• just overall the most gentle lover ever and is so considerate and thoughtful throughout everything

- a/n: this is really short im sorry :((

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[ughkat]

ur camera roll if michael was ur boyfriend ❥

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[rowsdelusions]

Flatline (Luke Hemmings/reader)

Flatline (Luke Hemmings Imagines)

Title: Flatline

Rating: None

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Reader

Word Count: 2116

Warning: Language

Summary: You're the guy's tour manager for their new tour

Author's Note: I am entirely grateful for all the love and support my last story got!! >_< It means the world to me that people like my stories! I hope this one is to your liking as well. I've got a few ideas for the other guys so don't worry!! I'm in the making of a few but wanted to ask if anyone is up for a series of imagines based off of their songs?! I did my Older one and this of course is Flatline, but just wanted to ask if people would like that?! Again, thank you so much for the support!!!

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“You guys are on in 5 minutes. So do any last minute touch ups and rituals; and if you need me for anything I’m always here you just have to get me.” I say smiling at the group of 4 men who I have grown to love over the short period of time I've been their tour manager. Their personalities and them as people just make it so easy to fall in love with them. Except for one; Luke. Anytime I would try to be close and nice to him like the rest of the boys I am not even given the cold shoulder I just get a blank stare or just a nod yes or no. It’s like he’s numb. If he had given me the cold shoulder I would at least know he just doesn’t like me, but I just get a blank stare.

I’ve asked the guys if I did something that offended him and why he didn’t like me, and they would just look at each other with the same look they are having right now when they see I’m waiting for a confirmation from Luke after I announced they had 5 minutes left and I got nothing back not eve a blank stare this time just nothing. He doesn’t look at me at all. Not looking up from putting his makeup away into his makeup bag even with the uncomfortable silence that wafted over the dressing room once everyone knew he wasn’t going to respond back.

It was like he was in an entirely different world that no one else was privy to except for him. But his face didn’t show the bliss that you get when you're daydreaming. It held nothing but concentration. Not knowing what had him so concentrated that made him look like he was about to explode into a million pieces, I walked over to him to see if there was anything I could do to help him. He might not like me, but I'm still his tour manager and bottom line I will do anything to make this tour more magical than the last even if talking to him has me on an edge of a cliff from nerves.

“Luke, is there anything I can do for you? You guys are on in a little less than 5 minutes.” I said to him softly, barely over a whisper looking at him with so much sincerity that a tour manager probably shouldn’t have for the lead singer of the band she is managing, but I couldn’t help it. Even with all the blank stares and nods. I couldn’t help but fall in love with him, going beyond the platonic love that I have for the other guys. He was just perfect with all his flaws, although I don’t think he has any he might be standoff-ish with me, but I can’t help but see how he interacts with the other guys, the crew, the fans during a show or in general, and his family when they come to some of the shows.

He always gives anyone he’s talking to his full attention sometimes looking like a puppy while doing so but it’s endearing. It shows he cares even if what you're talking about isn’t all that important. I can’t help that when he does his makeup how beautiful he looks and the look of being alive and doing what he loves while he's on stage makes me feel like I’m in the presence of an angel. Suddenly getting caught off guard from my thoughts by the man himself. When he abruptly stands up pushing the chair he was generally sitting on while cleaning up his makeup. I back up not out of fright but more out of shock looking around for a moment noticing all the guys are not in the room anymore.

The look of confusion crossed my faces wondering when they left, but before I could get too far in my wondering, Luke asked, “Are you going to be on the side of the stage for this show?” Even more confused, I answer in an unsure tone.” umm… I guess?” It sounded like more of a question than I intended. I tried to recover from it.” I was going to get the schedule for our next stop situated during this show so I wasn’t planning on it but if you want, I can just do it after the show.” Not even a second passed before he answered me,” Can you do it after the show? It will be easier if you were by the stage tonight.”  I stare at him for a moment, questions in my head that I’ll never asks run through it before I ponder any longer on them though I see that he’s waiting for an answer looking almost nervous but I see on the wall clock that he has to be on stage in 2 minutes so leaving my questions in my head I answer him,” Yeah I'll be there on Cals side.” Without anything more said between us he leaves the dressing room leaving me with nothing but his presence and the questions in my head left unanswered.

By the time I composed myself in the dressing room and went to my designated spot on the side of the stage on Cal's side, the boys were already on their third song. When I got there, I was handed an earwig from one of the workers on tour so I can hear the tech crew and everyone else if there's a problem that needs to be fixed. Getting a weird look from the crew around me made me self-conscious, questioning why everyone was giving me that look on top of the questions I have from my discussion with Luke.

Putting all my focus back onto the show, I see that instead of Luke having his talking part first like usual it’s Michael who is doing his. Confused, I turned to the closest person on the crew besides me and asked,” Why is Michael doing his talking portion at this moment and why was I not informed by this?” The crewmate looked nervous when I asked, not knowing if it’s because there scared on losing their job or something else, I try to clarify more for them trying to ease their nervousness," I’m just asking because any new changes need to be made through me, you're not losing your job and I’m not mad I’m just wondering why this decision was made without at least talking to me.”

Seeing their nerves not lessening, but answering anyway in a rushed stutter manner,” The guys asked for this request and said not to tell you.” Turning towards them like they had a second head I see the crewmate walking briskly away stopping where a bunch of the other people apart from the crew where and talking heavily with them before they all stopped once they saw I was looking over them. Why is everyone being secretive about something and why did no one tell me about the last-minute change on the show.

I questioned myself, getting madder by the second once I saw that even more people were looking at me. Staring ahead after I get tired of the stares that are burning holes into my head every passing second, I try to focus on the show making sure it goes off without a hitch. Even though I see that each of the guys are going in a different order for their talking portions than what we’ve planned in the start of the tour, I see that after Michaels talking portion and a few songs, Ashton went next for his talking portion.

Why are they going in a different order than the one we picked even when there's a different order Luke always goes first so it’s easier on the guys and the crew to switch out guitars. Why did the guys not tell me about this or Luke when we were talking in the dressing room earlier. They clearly knew it was happening from what I’m seeing on stage and what the crewmate told me when I asked about it. Worrying even more, questions ran through my head that I was going to ask the boys once the shows were done. I didn't realize how much time went by with all of my worrying.

Until I heard Luke doing his talking portion missing all of Cal’s one, I tried to pay attention pushing the worry and questions till after the show. I hear Luke make a nervous laugh continuing the nervous streak while talking like he did with me earlier in the dressing room,” I know that you all have realized that we're doing things in a different order on this show and that is because… I have something special I'm going to do for this show.” he laughs at the end when he hears the fans screaming at the top of their lungs. “As I know how exciting this is. I need you guys to do me a favor. Can you do that?” 

He questions the fans in an exciting tone, the nerves still blatantly present though how much he’s trying to hide it from the fans covering some of it up. I've spent enough time with these guys to see all of their tell-tell signs. Coming back from the fans screaming yes. Luke laughs again, "okay, good so for our last and final song I would like you all to please be courteous because I'm going to be bringing someone out for this song and I would love it if you all sing along with me.”

Drowning out all the exciting screams from the fans I grab the closest crewmate to me,” What is he talking about bringing someone on stage?” I asked hurriedly. When I don’t get an answer from them, I hear Luke start to talk again this time with an almost desperate tone that you wouldn’t have catched if you didn’t know him well.” Now can I please get are ever so brilliant tour manager on stage please.”

Looking confused I see Cal walking towards where I am on the side of the stage walking towards him in an almost run. When I reached him, I asked in a hurried manner,” What the hell is going on?” looking down at me he says in a calm tone,” Everything is going to be explained but you just have to trust me and go on stage please.” Looking into his eyes, seeing them have a pleading look, I slowly nod my head.

Walking with Cal on stage was the most nerve-wracking thing I’ve ever done. My admiration for the boys is growing. When we met Luke in the middle of the stage all the fans were screaming. Blocking them out I turned to Luke asking what I’ve been dying to ask him this whole evening. "What the hell are you doing and what the hell am I supposed to do up here?” Giving Luke my must baffled look and all I get in return is him saying, "Just please listen to the lyrics it will explain everything I promise and all you have to do is stand here looking beautiful.”

Before I can question him anymore, I see him giving a nod to the other boys, and next thing I know I’m hearing the strums of Cal's bass and Lukes's voice combining into their song Flatline. Hearing it before and loving it like any other song they release. I still don’t understand why I'm out here in front of 10,000 fans until Luke turns towards me walking, chest to chest singing the chorus of the song looking nowhere but my eyes, and all I can do is be hypnotized.

Not once looking away from him even when everything clicked into place. He likes me, that's why he has been acting the way he has. The man who made me hypnotized in every sense likes me, and I've never noticed. Without thinking I lean up to his face, wrapping both of my arms around his neck, my hands reaching into his beautiful blonde hair, curling my fingertips into the curly pieces I move his head down to my own. Looking into his eyes for permission but instead of him giving me one he grabs my hips and crashes his lips against mine. The kiss felt nothing like I’ve ever had before, like everything was aligned. Breaking apart when the fans' screams reached a new level, I looked into his eyes with the brightest smile on my face, “I fell the first day I met you.”

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AHHH, I hope y'all like this one because I do!!! and if you guys want to see the song series pleaseee let me know!!! thank you for the love and support!!!! >_<

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[bartxnhood]

lover of mine | m.g.c

michael clifford x reader

summary: after a long day, you just want to be wrapped in his arms.

warnings: none !

wc: 532

requests open

not proofread

Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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michael opens the door to your shared home, he slips his shoes off and drops his keys on the table next to the door. “babe?” he calls out as he walks through the empty house.

usually, you’re in the kitchen or on the sofa binging a new tv show you found, and inevitably get michael hooked on it as well.

but it was dark and quiet with you nowhere to be seen.

he walks through the house, peeking his head in a few rooms as he heads upstairs. just to see if you were maybe in the bathroom or laundry room, but still no sign of you.

as he opens the bedroom door he is met with your figure curled up underneath the duvet with southy and moose at your feet. he sees how your chest is rising and falling steadily so, he assumes you are asleep.

michael walks to his side of the bed, taking everything out of his pockets and resting them on the bedside table, he gingerly raises the duvet and lets himself under.

“mike?” you hum feeling his side of the bed dip. you hear him shuffling on his side thinking he was getting comfortable.

“i’m home..” he says softly, you hear the rasp in his voice and know he was tired. “mm” you sing finding his body heat and curling up by his side. “missed you” you say into the fabric of his shirt.

he pulls you close to his side, wrapping his arms around your figure. you feel his hand come to your back and he draws shapes, “you okay?” he asks, but you only hum in return and then fall silent for a bit.

“bad day, work was rough. i just..don’t know” you sigh. you weren’t good with your words, you could never explain how you felt so oftentimes you’d just keep everything bottled up. “it’s okay..” michael could feel your frustrations and then tension in the air, he was always a good listener but more importantly he could understand your emotions without you even uttering one word.

“im just so burnt out. needed a break” you add. michael is still rubbing your back, then he presses a kiss in your hair. “we all need a break here and there” he reassures, offering some comfort. “mm” you reply.

for a while the both of you fall quiet, listening teach others and breathing with your eyes closed. you never had to say anything sometimes, just being wrapped in each other's arms was enough.

“how was the studio?” you ask, wanting some insight on his day. “good” he answers, but you hear his tired he sounds. he was probably drifting off. “we finished mixing the album, so it won’t be much longer till it’s completed.” you smile, knowing how hard they had been working on this album and how much it meant.

“had i known that i would’ve made dinner to celebrate” you chuckle quietly. “nah” he replies, “this is enough. just having you in my arms is enough for me..” he adds, then proceeds to squeeze you as you laugh.

“i love you, y/n” he says, kissing you softly. “i love you too, michael.”

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[nicksbestie]

can I request Luke taking care of you when you’re sick? Being super gentle when you throw up and loving on you? Thanks 😊🩷

yes!! <3

All-Nighter

word count : 1029

warnings : mention of sickness and vomiting

<3

Being sick is the absolute worst. There’s nothing that sucks more to you than being stuck in bed, sniffling, feeling terrible, and not being able to do anything about it.

And on top of that, you felt like a burden to your boyfriend. You loved Luke, and he loved you, but you always would feel like he was tired of taking care of you. He always reassured you that this was not true, but anxiety is a very powerful thing.

But that brings you to right now, curled up in bed with multiple tissues, a water bottle, a Gatorade, some painkillers, and your phone littering your nightstand. Luke was at the studio, working on a closing deadline for a song, and he had left before you woke up. He didn’t know that you were sick, and right now you had no plans to call and tell him. You fully believed that you could handle it, knowing that you were a grown adult and no longer needed to be waited on hand and foot just because you didn’t feel well. 

You gagged as you attempted to take a drink of water, and leaned over to spit it back into the trash can sitting next to your bed. You’d felt nauseous for the entire morning, but had yet to throw up. In your opinion, this was arguably worse than actually throwing up, because now you just feel anxious about doing it, and that was making the nausea worse. You’d dry heaved, gagged, everything except actual vomit. You weren’t sure which was worse, but right now, you’d rather just throw up and get it over with. 

You blearily reached for your phone, scrubbing your eyes with your free hand as you debated calling Luke. You didn’t want to make him rush home, but at the same time, you felt horrible, and he always knew how to make you feel better. Before you could second guess yourself again, you clicked the small phone icon and tapped on Luke’s name, listening to the droning ring. As it continued for a minute, you were worried he wouldn’t pick up. You were also slightly relieved, you thought, because he wouldn’t be bothered. But then, on the last ring before hearing Luke’s voicemail, the phone picked up. 

“Hey, baby!” 

The cheer in his voice made you regret calling as you choked down another wave of nausea and mumbled out a response. 

“Hi.” 

It was just one word, but Luke knew you well enough to know when you weren’t okay, and he quickly picked up on it. 

“Love, what’s wrong?” 

The immediate concern and sincerity replacing the cheer in his voice made your heart break, because now he was worried. But you couldn’t lie to him. 

“I woke up sick. Its okay, I’ll be fi-”

“I’m on my way home now, angel.” 

You could hear him shouting over and talking to the guys, announcing his early departure, and as soon as he said what was wrong, you received a chorus of “feel better!”s from all three men. He quickly left and slipped into his car, plugging his phone in and flipping the call to facetime. 

“Oh, sweetheart, you look miserable.” 

You were strong enough to make out a small laugh. 

“Thanks, babe, I love you too.”

He pouted, clearly breaking multiple speed limits and rushing home. He hung up the phone as he pulled into the driveway, and you could hear his key turn in the lock. You were still attempting to sleep, not really reacting when Luke walked into your room and immediately pressed a kiss to your forehead. He gently rested the back of his hand against the same spot he had just kissed, frowning when he felt a burning fever. 

Your water had run out, and Luke quickly grabbed it and walked back to the kitchen to refill it. He brought it back within a minute, but when he got back, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, hand over your mouth, and leaning over the trash can. He quickly set the water bottle on the nightstand, gently helping you to the bathroom and laying one of your softer towels on the ground. 

“Here, baby. Kneel on this, it’ll make it easier to clean up, too.” 

You nodded, not being able to do much else. You’d been fighting vomit for hours, and it was finally coming. Luke softly combed his fingers through your hair, making sure to hold it out of the way when you finally threw up into the toilet. After you were done, for now, you were holding the toilet bowl and taking heaving breaths. Luke grabbed a washcloth and dampened it under the sink water, softly running it across your forehead to help cool you down, and then gently wiping it under your nose and around your mouth, the cool temperature helping soothe your anxiety and panic. That was, until you threw up again, and the process repeated.

After you were done throwing up, finally, Luke gently helped you back to bed and you were able to keep some water down. He praised you, telling you he was so proud of you and you would be getting better so quickly. You tried to smile at him to show him that you believe him, but you couldn’t think of much else except how absolutely shitty you were feeling at the moment. 

“It’s gonna be okay, angel. I love you.” 

The next twenty four hours were spent with Luke cuddling you, gently cooling your face down, encouraging you to drink water every ten or so minutes, and changing the trash bin full of vomit every hour or two. He was literally the perfect boyfriend throughout all of it. He was always a good sport, truly caring about your wellbeing and not anything more than that. He never showed more than a tiny wince at the bile, and he held your hair out of your face for the whole thing. You finally fell asleep after being able to eat a small dinner, and if Luke held you close to him the whole time, and you loved it, then nobody had to know.

#5sos #5sos fic #5sos fluff #5sos x reader #5sos angst #5sosfam #luke hemmings x reader #ashton irwin x reader #calum hood x reader #michael clifford x reader #luke hemmings sickfic

[ameliora-j]

— fame f❊cker 𐐪𐑂 michael clifford

𐐪𐑂 summary -> the four times you fucked a different member of the same band, and the one time they all found out 𐐪𐑂 A 5 PART SERIES

𐐪𐑂 content -> part one!, alcohol, bar meetcute, reader not rlly having boundaries, tipsy sex, non australian implied reader, tons of pet names (kitten, pretty girl, my love, etc.), unprotected piv, soft dom!mikey, stranger sex, degradation, praise, humiliation, slight feelings of insecurity (mikey), daddy kink, choking, oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), slight size kink, creampie, THIS BLOG IS 18+ MDNI

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Michael sits inside the dingy city bar, beer bottle in hand. The rest of the band are all strewn about the bar, having their go at girls, dancing and chatting them up—but he sits alone. Michael always was the least approached of the band members. Though, he didn’t mind—he liked being alone. He sits at the corner of the bar, his leather jacket hanging off the chair beside him so no one would attempt to sit with him.

That’s why, when you walk up to the bar and sneak right in between his legs, Michael is shocked. “‘Scuse me” you murmur to the man quietly, setting a hand on his thigh as you fit yourself between him and the bar. “Peach margarita please” you smile at the bartender.

By this point, he senses you’re already nearing drunk, the hand on his thigh being used to stabilize yourself rather than invade his personal bubble. He sets a hand on your hip to aid in your stabilization. His hand is large, warm and igniting a fire in your belly as he squeezes lightly at your hip.

“Sorry hun we’re out of peach flavor. I can do raspberry, strawberry, mango, or watermelon” the bartender smiles apologetically at you. You pout a bit, your shoulders sinking slightly in disappointment.

“Well… Can I get the most non-alcohol tasting drink with alcohol in it?” You ask, causing the girl to laugh a bit.

Michael’s interest is piqued further now, he thinks you’re just about the prettiest thing that’s ever come and forced itself upon his lap—and he’s thanking all his lucky stars you had. “She’ll take a tequila sunrise” he speaks up, smiling at the bartender, then you. “Put it on my tab” he adds.

At this, you turn to the mystery man who’s buying you alcohol—and whose lap you’re practically sat atop of. “If you think this means you’re getting your dick wet tonight, you’re insane… I hope you know” you hum softly.

Michael smirks a bit as he eyes you up and down. “Let me get this straight… You invade my personal space… practically sit on my lap… and then I’m insane for wanting to get my dick wet?” He lets out a genuine belly laugh at this, gazing at you.

Your face heats with embarrassment, finally realizing the position you’re in as you pull back and sit in the seat beside him. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t… Uh…” You stammer, shaking your head nervously.

He smiles at this, gently tipping your chin up. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it” he mutters lowly, kissing the corner of your lips. “To answer your question,” he sips his beer, “no hun, don’t wanna get my dick wet” he shakes his head. “I’d like to chat a bit if that’s alright?” He tries. “If not, you can just take the drink and be on your way.” He nods.

You smile softly as you finally get a good look at him. He’s cute… Sweet. He kinda reminds you of a kitten. “Well… I suppose you did just buy me a drink” you smile softly. “And I could never in good conscience sit on a strange bar man’s lap and not offer him something in return” you joke softly as you make yourself comfortable.

The bartender brings your drink over quickly and you smile, thanking her as she sets it in front of you. “So… What brings you to this skimpy little dive bar?” You ask Michael.

“A beer” he smirks, holding up said drink. “And you?” He reciprocates.

“Apparently a tequila sunrise, Mr. Mystery Man” you giggle softly.

“Mr. Mystery Man?” He raises a brow—questioning, curious. In truth, he’s a bit shocked you don’t know who he is—but simultaneously thankful that he can just be himself. “I like that, Tequila Girl.” He jokes back.

“Tequila Girl is a new one” you hum softly, sipping your drink. “WOW! That is really good” you emphasize as you look over at him.

“Well I’m glad you like it, Tequila Girl” he smiles—soft but prideful as he lifts his glass bottle and tips it towards you. You clink your glass against his botte and smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Mystery Man” you say genuinely.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ°

Mr. Mystery Man—Michael, you had learned to be his name—was an excellent conversationalist. Not only that, he was easy to talk to. Charming, funny, smart—and extremely good looking.

The two of you fell into an easy conversation—about video games, cars, hobbies, music, your dreams, his dreams, you even delved a bit into each other’s backgrounds. The two of you became so absorbed in talking to each other that your drinks were long forgotten—until the bartender was telling you it was last call.

“Would you like to come hang out at my hotel?” Michael asks as you lift your purse onto your shoulder. “It’s been amazing talking to you, and I… Don’t want the night to end yet” he smiles—shy for the first time that evening.

That seals the deal for you—this guy could absolutely not get any cuter. You hum, pretending to think for a second before offering him a cute smile. “Only if you let me borrow more comfortable clothes” you nod, looking down at your short, sparkly sequined black dress and high heels.

“It’s a deal” he smiles back, nodding as he takes your hand. If you weren’t so infatuated with the man’s scent and eyes, you’d have noticed him hiding your face as he leads you out of the parking lot and up to a big black Range Rover. You’d been swooning over Michael all night, but when he opens your door and holds your hand to help you step into the truck, you downright fall in love on the spot.

The drive to his hotel is short, only about 15 minutes from the bar. When he opens your door for you and helps you out, you finally realize that for some reason or other he’s still hiding you in his jacket. You let out tipsy little giggles as you stumble a bit over your stilettos, walking so close to him. “Why am I hiding in here?” You whisper.

“I’ll tell you in the morning… Deal?” He hums softly, rubbing your back as you get into the elevator. “Just keep your head down, pretty girl” he hums, kissing the back of your head as you two step into the elevator.

For the moment you’re thankful your head is down because if you think your face was warming up as he calls you ‘pretty girl,’ then it’s damn near on fire as his lips press to your head. “Okay…” You whisper in a slight daze, your head swimming with lust and attraction. The two of you stand in the elevator for what feels like eternities, and when you step off, you see that you’re on the 60th floor.

“Room 60-304, love. Here we are” he smiles as he unlocks the door with his key card. You hold in a gasp as you step into the room, stilettos clicking against the marble floor.

“It’s beautiful” you whisper, spinning around slowly as you glance at everything. He smiles softly, watching you twirl around the room. “Oo, Krispies!” You exclaim in excitement, rushing over to the mini bar. You reach forward, but pull your hand back a bit, remembering hotels charge for practically everything you touch.

“Go for anything you want, beautiful” he smiles softly, nodding in reassurance. You squeal in excitement, reaching forward once more and grabbing the Rice Krispies Treat. If he had to, Michael would pinpoint this moment in time as the first time he truly fell in love. “I’ll be right back hun, I’m gonna get ya some comfortable clothes.”

You smile softly around the treat in your mouth, nodding as you look at him. He then retreats to the bedroom, and you walk to the couch, making yourself comfortable. Michael was back within ten minutes, now shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants. He held a pair of basketball shorts and a large t-shirt in his hands for you, neatly folded as he held the stack out to you. “Thanks Mikey” you smile softly, wiping your Krispies crumbs on your dress as you take the clothes and go change in the bathroom.

He sits on the couch, flipping through for a movie as he waits for you to come back. Michael begins to worry when you take longer than ten minutes, and just as he’s about to go and check on you, you come out—hair wet, face cleaned and refreshed, and body swimming in his clothes. Michael never in his life would have imagined that the sight of a woman wearing comfortable clothes would turn him on this much.

He’s unsure if it’s because it’s his clothes, or if it’s because it’s you in his clothes… Or maybe it’s just you. But no matter, he’s fighting for nearly his life to hide the large boner straining against his sweatpants as he watches you walk over and sit on the couch. “Sorry… I felt sticky and wanted a shower” you explain shyly.

“Don’t apologize” he smiles softly. “Feel better?” He asks, smiling again as you nod. “Here, love” he hums, passing you a water bottle.

“Thanks, Mikey” you smile, taking a sip of your water. “So the accent tells me you’re clearly not from here… What brings you to town?” You ask curiously as you sit criss-cross applesauce and turn to face him.

“Would you believe me if I said vacation?” He asks, humming as he turns to face you.

“Honestly, not really. But mainly cus I live here so it’s so boring to me” you giggle. “How’s your vacation so far?” You smile.

“It’s only day one but I’d say it’s going really good so far” he smiles. “Have you lived here your entire life?” He asks you, causing you two to delve into your backgrounds and a bit of family history. It’s then when you realize you could listen to Michael speak for hours, even if he just spoke in circles.

You don’t even realize you’re not paying attention to him until a smirk begins to play on his lips. “What?” You whisper, blushing as you finally make eye contact with him.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl” he hums softly. “Or… Were you not paying attention?” He taunts.

“I… No I was paying attention” you pout softly. “I was just… thinking” you mumble lamely, biting your lip and racking your brain for what question Michael possibly could have asked you. Going with the safest probability you hum and look up at him. “Yes” you nod.

Michael’s smirk widens, and he snorts a bit over an attempt to bite back a laugh. “Yes?” He asked softly, raising a brow.

“Don’t laugh!” You insist, crossing your arms with a frown. “What’s so wrong about it?” You huff.

“My love…” your face burns in embarrassment at the nickname, forcing back a smile. “I asked you what you like to do for fun,” he hums softly. Your face burns hotter now, realizing you’d been caught not paying attention. Maybe he doesn’t know why you’re not focusing on his words. This thought saves you from your embarrassment untill he proceeds to ask: “What’s got you so distracted, kitten?”

You whine softly at the petname, your hips shifting. “Mikey…” You whisper softly, looking up at him with wide, dazed eyes.

“Oh baby… You want it, don’t you?” He mocks, moving closer to you as he pushes your hair behind your ear. You nod, pouting at him as you reach to touch him. He tuts softly, shaking your head as he holds your wrists. “No my love… tell me what you want” he smirks.

You whine again, frowning at him. “Mikey…” You insist, trying to wriggle free. Michael, however, is having none of it. He raises a brow, doubling down as he stares at you with a fiery gaze. You get lost in the green of his pretty eyes, tugging your lip between your teeth as you whine a bit. “Want you, please…” you whisper.

“Awh honey… Just a few hours ago you were calling me insane for wanting to get my dick wet and now you’re practically begging for it” he mocks, pinching your cheek tauntingly. “You’re so cute” he murmurs, leaning in and kissing up your jaw.

“But you need to be louder” he orders. A gentle one, but assuring you knew that he was in charge, and you’d follow his orders for the night. Not that you had any qualms about that… This beautiful man that you’d met no more than four hours ago could throw you around like a ragdoll and you’d sing praises to his name without him having to ask.

“I want you… Mikey, I need you. Know you can make me feel really really good… Want it pretty please” you look up at him with a cute pout. The innocent look in your eyes has Michael’s cock twitching in his pants, biting his lip and groaning at your pathetically cute whiny voice.

Michael would be lying if he said watching you beg for him didn’t inflate his ego just a bit. There was a ton of guys in that bar tonight, hell the rest of his band was in that bar… but you chose him. You went home with him. He was the man you were about to spread yourself out for, give your body to. The man that you were begging to touch you and make you feel good.

The knowledge of the power he currently holds over you makes his cock even harder in his pants. He groans, giving up on his attempt at keeping composure as he pushes you back against the couch cushions, enveloping your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. You moan against his mouth, arching your back as his hands run over your body. “Pretty little thing” he mumbles as he pulls your shirt off, immediately kissing across your chest.

Michael’s hands are quick, but skillful as well. His fingers calloused due to the years of guitar playing, and you moan as the rough pads pinch at your already hardening nipples. You whine again, your hips bucking, causing your pulsing pussy to grind against his thigh as he fits himself between your legs. “Michael…” You breathe, moaning quietly.

“You make the prettiest noises baby” he murmurs softly, nipping down your neck. “‘Specially when you’re moaning my name” he mumbles, trailing kisses and hickies down your neck, to your chest. “Do it again” he growls quietly.

You gasp softly, arching your back a bit as you follow his orders, moaning his name once more. This time when you do, you lean up directly into his ear, breathing his name quietly as you tug at his hair. Michael groans at the sound of your voice, wrapping his hand around your neck. “Are you a virgin, pretty girl?” He teases.

“No, Daddy” you breathe softly, flushing in complete embarrassment as the honorific easily slips from your lips, your mind slipping quickly into a submissive haze. “I-I’m sorr-“ Michael stops your sentence almost as soon as it starts, squeezing a bit harder at your neck.

“Don’t apologize… Just keep saying it, Kitten” he smirks, leaning down and swallowing the moan that slips past your lips as he kisses you. He runs his hands down your sides, squeezing at your hips before sneaking a hand beneath your basketball shorts. “Did you leave your panties off?” He smirks, rubbing his thumb over the bare slit of your pussy. “Naughty, naughty girl” he tuts softly, shaking his head.

You whine as the pad of his thumb circles your swollen clit, unable to help the jerk of your hips as you grind against his hand. He sucks in air through his teeth as his middle finger pushes into your slippery hole, grunting as he presses down on your tummy a bit. “That’s a tight little hole, baby… Dunno if my cock’s gonna fit in it.” He mocks.

“No… No can make it fit” you moan louder as he pushes another finger into your cunt. “You can make it fit I need it” you whine loudly, arching your back.

“You’re so adorably pathetic” he laughs, crooking his fingers up to hit your gspot. “Keep making those pretty noises for Daddy ‘n maybe I’ll get you nice ‘n wet with my mouth before I split you open on this big cock.” He chuckles.

“Yes” you moan, nodding. “Yes, please,” you whine, fucking yourself on his fingers. “Oh fuck Daddy, please” you moan, circling your hips on his fingers. “Y’make me feel so good… Stretching me so good” you moan. By this point, your moans have become practically incoherent, stringing any word you could think of together in an attempt to form a sentence as you fuck youreelf on his hand.

Michael can’t take it anymore. Your whines and begs nearly have him busting out of his pants before he’s tearing off your’s. He groans at the sight of your bare cunt, pushing your legs up to your chest before diving in. He moans, spitting on your cunt before licking a bold stripe from your weeping hole up to your pulsing clit. You whine, your hands flying to his hair and pushing his face impossibly closer to your cunt.

His beard drags against your sensitive pussy lips as his mouth envelops your cunt. You’re whining out his name, leaking into his mouth as tears of pleasure leak from the corner of your eyes. You’re nearly sent over the edge as his lips wrap around your fat clit, puckering as he roughly sucks at the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling circles around it.

You whine loudly as you feel his fingers push into your entrance once more, a moan from him sending a shockwave to your cunt and igniting each nerve in your body causing your toes to curl and a loud moan to spill over your kiss-swollen lips. When you look down, you see Michael’s left hand wrapped around his thick cock. The head red and angry, dripping precum down onto the cushions of the couch as his hand strokes over it in quick motions. He’s grunting and groaning into your pussy, getting off on the taste of your and the sound of your moans alone.

Both of your heads are swimming in lust, Michael lost in his head as his ego inflates like a balloon hearing the amount of pleasure he’s causing you. The sound of him eating your cunt is filthy, making you impossibly wetter as you hear Michael’s slurps and grunts as he drinks from your cunt as if it’s a fountain of eternal youth. You tug at his long pink locks, the whiny little ‘Daddy’s spilling from your lips spurring him on as he moves faster. “Oh Daddy… Daddy please ‘m gonna cum” you whine, arching your back as you push his face even closer.

Michael chuckles as he pulls back, causing a perturbed whine to spill from your lips as you pout at him. “Oh baby… As much as I'd love to lick this little pussy until you cum… I wanna feel you squeezing my cock while you cum for me” he growls in your ear as he runs his cock through your slit.

Your hips buck as the head of his leaking cock nudges against your clit. Mikey pulls his lip between his teeth, taking a breath to calm himself as he pushes the head of his cock into your tight cunt. You whine at the stretch, pouting at him with wide eyes as your legs spread. “Please, Daddy…” you gasp.

“Fuck, Kitten” he groans as he slowly pushes his dick into you. “This tight cunt is gonna make me burst…” he grunts. “Gonna fuck this little pussy raw… Fill you up with my cum, pretty girl. Would you like that?” He taunts, moaning as he bottoms out, pressing down on your tummy.

“Yeah” you whimper. “Yeah, I like it a lot. Please” you breathe. Mikey’s awestruck at how quick he’s reduced you to nothing but moans and whines—soft cries of his name spilling from your lips as he fucks you slowly.

“You feel so good baby” he mumbles, his thumb coming to stroke against your clit. “Tightest little pussy I’ve ever had” he groans, pushing your leg up over his shoulder. You whine loudly as he pulls out and thrusts in once more, his cock kissing your gspot as your hips twitch.

“Big” you moan back, arching your back into him as he pulls your nipple between his lips. “Big-biggest… Big” you whine dumbly as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Michael chuckles at how pathetic you sound, squeezing at your throat as his hips pick up the pace, chasing his impending orgasm as he licks, sucks, and bites at your nipples. “Whose pussy is this baby?” He teases, smoothing your hair back as he holds you close to him. “Tell Daddy who you belong to ‘n I’ll let you cum.”

You whine, clenching tightly around him as more arousal spills from your cunt, making your opening more slippery and allowing Michael easier access to fuck you as he pleased. “I know you want to, baby… I feel your little cunt squeezing me… Tryin’ to milk me dry” he groans, his forehead falling to your shoulder as sweat drips off of him. “All you gotta do is tell me who you belong to, Kitten, Daddy’ll let you cum” he cooes mockingly, gently stroking over your clit.

Your voice is stuck in your throat, your jaw dropped in pleasure as you practically fight to breathe. You choke over a loud moan, your nails clawing down his back as you look into his pretty green eyes. Then and only then do you finally find a voice as his cock presses to your gspot. “You” you finally choke out loudly. “It’s yours… Your pussy I… It belongs to you!” You whine. “Oh fuck please let me cum, please!” You beg, your legs shaking as you try to hold off for him.

“Only because you beg so so pretty, Kitten” he smiles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as you moan. He holds your hip with his hand, keeping you pressed against his chest as he strokes over your clit. “Come on baby… Cum for Daddy ‘n I’ll fill you up” he whispered softly. “Keep your eyes on me baby, don’t close them” he hums, his hips stuttering as you squeeze around him.

You nod dumbly, your forehead pressed against his as you blink slowly. You swallow hard, your jaw dropping as your eyes roll back. “I’m… I’m… Cumming, ‘m cumming” you gasp around whines, your body shaking as you cum around Michael’s cock.

He groans as he feels the way you squeeze him, your cunt becoming impossibly tighter as he ruts into you. A cacophony of whines, moans, cries, and whines spill from your lips—your eyes never once breaking contact with Mikey’s as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Th-thank…” you gasp, your eyes rolling as you feel Mikey’s hips stuttering, his cock twitching against your gspot a few times before he presses his hips to your’s. His pelvis kisses your clit as the head of his cock kisses your cervix, spraying his cum deep into your awaiting womb as he lets out a symphony of moans.

He holds you to his chest as he cums, leaning in to press a passionate kiss to your lips. You let out soft whimpers and whines against his lips as your body twitches against his. He pulls back slowly, smiling lovingly as he smoothes your hair back. “Such a good girl, baby” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

You hum softly as you smile lazily at him. “Thank you, Daddy…” you whisper quietly, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“You’re so welcome, pretty girl” he smiles, kissing your nose gently as he pulls out slowly. “Now, let’s get you a bath.”

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[bratzforchris]

Don't Worry Baby

Summary ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆: Movie night gone wrong turns into you helping Michael feel better in just the right way<3

Pairing: Michael x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, p in v, Michael has a bit of anxiety, mostly just cute/fluffy smut :)

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: I just love red hair Michael sooooo much hehehe :p

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"I dunno, Mike," You mumbled, tossing a piece of popcorn into your mouth. "That looks scary...even for me."

It was your and Michael's weekly Friday night movie night and you two were currently eating popcorn and scrolling through Hulu, looking for something to watch. You absolutely loved horror movies, having grown up with horror-crazed brothers. You knew your (and Michael's) limits though, whereas Michael would never admit to being scared of something.

"Please?" he asked, looking up at you with puppy eyes you couldn't resist. "Everyone's talking about how good it is. It can't be that bad." his finger hovered over the button to click on Dear David.

"Okay, but if we get scared we gotta turn it off, bub." You kissed his forehead.

You had once again fallen victim to Michael's angelic green eyes, especially since he was wearing that smokey, black eyeliner you loved. You knew in the back of your mind that this was going to most likely end awfully, but you shoved it down, trying to just enjoy your time with your boyfriend. You could always click the 'off' button on the remote if needed.

Michael cuddled into your side, pulling the throw blanket over both of you and humming happily as the movie started. The fairy lights in your living room cast a warm glow while the overhead light was out, creating the perfect ambience. You slowly settled into the fantasy world, getting sucked into the fast storyline and spooky details.

Michael, on the other hand, was enjoying it less than you were. He was munching on his popcorn with wide eyes, curling further and further into your side. The movie was definitely scarier than he had anticipated, but there was no way he was going to admit his fright to you. Especially not after he begged and pleaded you to watch it, and definitely not when he looked up at you, seeing you watching the movie eagerly, a smile growing on your face.

"Gotta pee," You said, pausing the movie and standing up. "Liking it so far?" You asked him, a smile on your face.

"Mhm!" he lied, cursing himself for being this way.

You kissed his lips quickly, before padding to the bathroom. Michael pulled the blanket up to his nose and took deep breaths, trying not to panic. It didn't work for long though, because the poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard scratching at the door. Turns out it was just Southy scratching at the door, but Michael couldn't help the shaky gasp that escaped him when he stood up to let the pup out.

"Hey babe." You smiled, coming back into the living room after your bathroom break.

"Shit!" Michael yelped, nearly jumping as he flung around.

Your face dropped into a pout, settling into the couch as you watched Michael let South back in. "Are you okay, babe? We can turn it off if you're getting scared..."

"I'm fine," Your boyfriend insisted, sitting back on the couch with you. "Just didn't hear you come in here."

"Are you sure?" You asked.

You could see Michael shaking slightly, and you knew he got scared more easily than you did, but you didn't want to push him to talk to you.

"I'm okay," Michael mumbled, putting on his bravest smile. "Let's just keep watching the movie."

You brought him into your side in a cuddle, rubbing his side up and down. Michael didn't say much else throughout the rest of the film, just occasionally flinching against your side. Finally, the credits rolled and you stood up and strecthed. Michael was curled almost entirely into the couch, blankets pulled up to his chin.

"Ready for bed, babe?" You asked him, holding out your hand for him to stand up.

"Mhm."

You and Michael began to run through your night routine, and Michael still failed to tell you his fears. He seemed a bit aloof, you thought, but not particularly scared. Once you both had cuddled up in bed, you switched off the lamp, snuggled up against Michael's side. You began to fall asleep fairly quickly, tired from work earlier in the day.

Michael, however, was not going to dream land as easily as you were. He couldn't stop thinking about the movie and the dead child that had haunted the main character. Logically, he knew it wasn't real, but his fears were overcoming his rationale.

"Babe?" he whispered softly into the darkness, wrapping himself in the blankets.

You made a soft humming noise, cuddling into Michael's side and beginning to snore. The red-haired boy sighed, realizing you were basically asleep. He felt awful waking you up, but it was only 11:30 and he knew he wouldn't fall or stay asleep at this rate.

"Babe?" he said again, shaking your shoulder. "Wake up, please?"

Tears pricked Michael's eyes as he softly poked your shoulder. You had been right the whole time and now he was dealing with the consequences. The movie had been too scary for him and he kicked himself for being so sensitive. You blinked your eyes open slowly, observing the room. The lights were still out, but Michael was shaking you and you could tell by his tone that something was wrong.

"Mikey? What's wrong, bub?" You yawned sleepily.

"...I'm scared." he whispered.

"Oh Michael," You pouted sadly, sitting up and turning on the lamp. "I'm sorry, babe." You kissed his cheek.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm the one who said we should watch the movie even after you said we shouldn't." the poor boy's eyes dropped as he picked at the blankets on the bed to avoid eye contact.

You tilted his chin up in your hand, kissing his forehead. "There's nothing wrong with being scared, my love. It's brave to admit you're scared."

"I should've listened to you." he said, gnawing on his lip.

"Mikey," You pouted, kissing his face. "Bubba, I'm not mad. It's okay to be scared, buddy."

He nodded softly, practically crawling into your lap. You began to kiss all over his face and head, making sure he was comfortable. Your boyfriend was silent, that is, until he until you planted a kiss on his neck. Michael moaned softly, the noise dripping from his pink, plump lips. He snuggled further into you, softly grinding his hips against your own.

You began to softly make out with him, running your hands through his red hair. You weren't used to being straddled by Michael, but you loved it. He was grinding into you, soft, sensual moans and whimpers leaving him. The redhead began to softly tug at the waistband of your pajama pants, whining quietly.

"Are you sure you want it, bub?" You asked him. "I don't wanna push you, I know you aren't feeling great."

Michael nodded quickly, looking up at you. "You're the best remedy, Y/N." he chuckled.

You kissed Michael's cheek as he leaned over and pulled a condom from his nightstand. He slid off his own pants and shirt, rolling the rubber onto his dick that was becoming harder by the second. You blushed when Michael pulled off your own pajamas, leaving kisses on your warm skin and telling you how beautiful you were.

“You always make me feel better, baby.” he hummed, sliding into you.

You gasped at the feeling of suddenly being full, but slowly relaxed into Michael’s rhythm, letting out soft moans as he slowly and sensually fucked you.

“Michael…” You whimpered out, already feeling the familiar, tightening ball in your belly.

“Shhh,” Michael kissed you gently. “I’ve got you, baby.”

The feeling of being fucked and edged slowly was almost more exhilarating than your more active, kinky sex life. You could tell that Michael was also close to climax, soft whines and pants leaving his mouth as he railed into you gently.

“Michael, I’m so close.”

Your green-eyed boyfriend chuckled, kissing your lips. “Go ahead, honey. Cum all over my dick. Make me feel good.”

You immediately let go, your walls clenching around Michael’s cock as you whined and moaned. He fucked into you once more before having his own release, yelling out loudly at the wonderful sensations you were giving him. The redhead kissed your face once more before sliding out slowly, pulling the condom off his dick and tying it off, throwing it in the trash beside your bed.

You giggled and blushed when Michael pulled you into a spooning position for post-sex naked cuddles. You both were a bit sweaty, but he pulled the comforter over you like your own personal fort.

“I love you, Y/N.” he smiled.

“I love you too, Mikey,” You giggled sweetly. “Feelin’ better now?” You asked, running a hand through his sweaty, red hair.

“Mhm,” he yawned. “Think I could sleep now.”

You planted a kiss on his lips and then snuggled into his side. “Good night, Michael.” You whispered.

“Good night, Y/N.” Michael kissed your head and spooned you, holding you close like a teddy bear for the rest of the night.

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[saucymalum]

Who fell first, and who fell harder 5SOS

Luke: You fell first, he fell harder.

Calum: You fell first and harder

Ashton: You fell first, he fell harder

Michael: He fell first and harder.

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[riya-kaur]

michael gordon clifford.

summary: michael being pampered with love on his birthday

birthday boy.

"wakey wakey, birthday boy!"

you take light footsteps into your bedroom, watching your boyfriend stir in your bed as he taps beside him, hoping to find you laid there.

"over here" you giggle as you stand beside the bed, hovering over him as you hold a wooden tray in your hands.

"good morning" you coo as you watch him sit up on the bed, his back against the head rest. he lets out a yawn as his hands reach up to his eyes, rubbing them open.

"happy birthday, my love" you smile, settling the tray onto his lap.

on the tray displayed: a card, a cup of coffee, a stack of pancakes - which were drenched in butter and maple syrup.

"c'mere" he glows as he reaches for your hand, tugging it lightly. you giggle before walking over to the other side of the bed, slipping back under the duvet and cuddling into his side.

"thank you, baby," he smiles before leaving a kiss on your head. you wrap your arms around his bicep as he goes to pick up his cutlery. "want to share?" he asks. "please" you grin, batting your eyelashes as him.

he cuts a piece before feeding it to you. his fingers soon come up to your lips, wiping up the syrup that had spilt from your mouth. he licks his finger clean before cutting a piece off for himself.

"these are fucking delicious, baby" he lowers his lips on yours, placing a lingering kiss. your hand rises to his cheek, as he deepens the kiss.

the taste of the maple and butter can be sensed from our tongues, as they move together.

you pull away slowly before setting your forehead against michael's. you let your hand stay cupped on his cheek. with placing one more kiss to his nose, you drop your hand back around his arm.

after the breakfast in bed, the both of you had changed into your day outfits, getting ready for the day ahead.

holding michael's hand, you lead him downstairs to the little display you had made earlier on in the morning.

twenty-eight balloons hung from the ceiling, each one tied with photos of michael, some with you, his bandmates, his family, and with the dogs. as well as that stood an illuminated, neon '28' sign. besides that on the kitchen counter sat his birthday cake and an overflowing basket of presents.

"you can open your eyes now, baby," you squeal, waiting for michael's reaction.

you watch as micheal's eyes widen as he takes in everything.

"you're amazing," he coos as he presses his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your front.

you tilt your head to the side, leaving behind a kiss on michael's jaw. "i want you to see this" you leap forward to the balloons, showing michael the pictures that hung on the ballons.

michael's lips turn to an upward smile as he shuffles through the ballons, scanning the pictures. "this one's my favourite." you look over at him, his lips now turned into a smirk as he holds up a picture.

you walk over to him before looking at the picture, a giggle escapes your lips as you look up to your boyfriend.

it was a picture of you both in bali, laid in the white sheets of the bed, the duvet was half thrown over, michael's head was resting on your stomach as he hugged your lower half whilst you laid there in a set that matched the color of the sheets, your arms stretched out in front of you as you took the picture off.

"we have to go back there one day" you smile as the memories of the trip come flooding in. you rise on your tiptoes as you let your arms fall around his neck. his hands fall around your waist as you both stand there in silence.

you peer over michael's shoulder, your eyes falling onto your apple watch, you scrolled through, and went on your voice memos, you clicked play on the most recent recording and it started playing through the speakers.

you feel michael smile against your shoulder. biting back a smile, you pull your head back slightly, michael's head turns to you. he places a kiss on your forehead.

the recording that was playing over you both was the first draft of 'bali', the song michael had written, and the song that held a special place in both your hearts.

michael swayed you in his arms as his eyes fell close, yours doing the shame.

"we'll definitely go back" he hums as he hides his face, nuzzling into your neck.

the two of you sway in each other's embrace for a short while before you remembered that michael still hadn't opened up his presents.

so the two of you were now sitting on the couch, michael was opening up his present, and you watched as he was doing so.

"thank you, baby, i loved everything" he beams as he reaches out for you, gently sliding you over to his side. "you're welcome" you smile placing a kiss to the side of his neck. "i do have one more suprise, it's just a small one," you beam before you take your phone out of your pocket.

michael watches you as you pull up to your messages app, pulling up calum's contact.

the last message he had sent was a video attachment. you clicked on it and turned to michael, shuffling closer to him. you stretched your arms out in front of you both before clicking play.

as the video starts, you can feel michael already smiling, a small giggle leaving his lips as he watches his four best friends lined up on a couch.

"happy birthday, mike!" the four of them say collectively. each one of them have around thirty seconds to give a happy birthday message to michael, some of them reminiscent of the past- bring up their shared memories.

and at the end, they finish off with their 'i love you's'

you looked over at michael, who was grinning like a chesire cat.

"you've outdone yourself, this time" michael beams. he pulls you on his laps, your legs now straddled around him.

"i love you, michael."

"i love you too, baby, so much." he places a kiss on your lips. "thank you for everything," he finishes off.

"you deserve it"

happy birthday to michael!

↪ wanted to get this out earlier :/

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[lukesdice]

Could you do one where y/n is part of the 5sos crew on tour. She also has always been their close friend. Especially to Luke. While playing their show in Amsterdam, he suddenly realises that he had feelings for y/n.

Amsterdam

Luke Hemmings x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warning: Very small amount of swearing

Note: Thank you so much for the request! :) I hope you like it, and to anyone reading, please don't hesitate to send in more requests 🤍

You stared out the slightly dirty window of the 5sos tour bus, encapsulated by the many cyclists and artistic buildings stacked along the streets of Amsterdam.

It was the seventh night of The 5 Seconds of Summer Show World Tour and you were currently on your way to park the bus at the Ziggo Dome, the boys already hyped up to see their fans again.

You had been on the road with them for the entirety of the tour so far, working as their assistant whenever they needed something or had to haggle with employees of the different venues.

As well as their assistant, you were also joining them as a now long-time best friend of theirs, knowing the boys since you had met Luke at a party after the release of Sounds Good Feels Good, him and you quickly becoming close. He had taken little time to introduce you to the rest of the boys, quickly after you both became friends. However, you and Luke had always been the closest and not long after you met, you couldn’t help but develop a small crush on the lead singer, knowing it was wrong and that he only viewed you in a platonic way. That thought hurt your heart so you buried your true feelings deep below your skin and carried on as friends.

When you first met Luke in 2015, he had a girlfriend, who you couldn’t help feel a little jealous of as your crush developed on him. When they split in 2017, you felt ashamed that you had screamed internally with excitement and danced around your apartment a little. Even though you felt awful for Luke at the heartbreak he had felt at the time, you couldn’t deny to yourself that you had never really liked his girlfriend anyway. You always thought she treated him badly and just used him. Although you were happy they had split, you never showed that to him and instead you were by his side each step of the way to help him heal.

He had been through a lot the first few years you knew each other, and you had been his rock through all of his struggles and pain. But also through his happy days and highs. This had brought you closer together than anyone else could ever be.

“Y/N!”

You were suddenly ripped from your people watching and daydreaming, big blue eyes landing on you as you turned your head to where the excited voice was coming from.

“You were so out of it there” Luke laughed, his curly blond hair bouncing slightly.

You laughed in reply, nodding your head as you couldn’t rip your eyes away from his sparkling ones and his cute little dimples that were popping out as he laughed.

“Anyways, we are almost at the venue,” Luke began, “but me and the boys were wondering if you wanted to explore the city before soundcheck?”

You nodded enthusiastically as you tucked a stray hair behind your ear, smiling up at Luke who was leaning his elbow on the seat you were currently sitting on, his tall form towering over you and the smell of his cologne tingling your senses.

“Hell yeah, I would be well up for that” you replied, as Luke did a little happy dance at your reply. You giggled at how cringe he was, but you deeply loved it.

You stood up slowly and balanced yourself on the head rest of the seat, so not to fall over as the bus pulled into the parking area.

Luke gave you a soft smile and pulled his arm around your waist to steady you a little.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you”

Your heart warmed at his words and your stomach flip-flopped, the mixture of his firm arms around you, his hand tickling your hip and his kind words made you feel exceptionally dizzy. You desperately wished that you didn’t have to feel this way about him, because he certainly didn’t. You knew that, to him, this was just a mere friendship and he felt nothing when he touched you or hugged you, and that hurt so much more than the pain you felt over the years whenever you would see him dance with or kiss other girls.

“Thanks” you whispered in reply, as the bus slowed to a stop outside the venue.

“Alrighty, let’s go explore?” Michael piped up, standing and pulling a cap over his baby pink hair. “You coming Y/N?” He continued as you gave him a quick thumbs up.

“Of course!”

The five of you strolled down the streets of Amsterdam, stopping to buy little snacks and treats, as well as taking a quick look inside the Anne Frank House. You had stopped at a cute little clothing store, finding a furry pink coat that you had quickly forced Luke to put on, and taken a million pictures of him, gushing about how much it suited him. He had done a few poses in the long, narrow mirror that was propped against the dimly lit back area of the shop, before finding a matching pink cowboy hat and placing it on your head.

“How cute do we look?” He joked, as he snapped a quick picture of you both in the mirror, your bodies pressed against each other’s. You hoped and prayed that he couldn’t feel your heart beating out of your chest as your side was tucked into his, and as he leant his head against the top of yours.

“Oi you two, we are hiring bikes now, come on!” Calum shouted from the front door of the shop. You helped Luke pull off the pink coat before you both dashed out of the shop, catching up with the others who were now paying at a small bike kiosk.

You climbed onto one of the bikes as Ashton started peddling quickly past you, his curly hair blowing in the wind as you quickly peddled up beside him.

“Race you!” You joked as his eyes widened, the two of you trying to out-do one another.

“Hey suckers” Calum sang as he soared past the two of you on his own bike, instantly beating the both of you. You and Ashton looked at one another, rolling your eyes in amusement.

“Cheat!” Ashton yelled to Calum as you laughed at the pair, “Yeah Calum, such a cheat!” You called in unison with Ashton.

“What the fuck, how?” Calum laughed from in front, “you’re both just salty that I am a master cyclist” he boasted jokingly.

You started peddling slower so that Michael and Luke could catch up, who were just riding calmly and chatting with one another.

You smiled as you let the soft wind blow your hair backwards, admiring the trees dotted along the pavement and listening to the laughter of others as they walked hand-in-hand beside you or sat with their picnics on the grass that surrounded you.

“You look really pretty” Luke mused, as he struggled to balance his bike whilst cycling beside you, gazing over at you.

You turned your head to look at him, his cheeks tinted rosy pink as he realised what he had just said.

You felt your face go hot as the corners of your lips tilted upwards a little, your heart now hammering again, the happy noises around you suddenly drowning out.

“Um-I mean-” Luke stuttered.

“I mean, I’m very lucky to have such a pretty friend.”

Your heart sank a little at that. Friend. That’s all you would ever be to him.

You gave him a quick smile to say thanks, trying to shake his words off of you but not able to stop the word friend spinning in circles around and around in your brain, taunting at you and laughing at you.

Eventually you and Luke pulled your bikes to the side of the canal, colourful little and bigger boats dotted in lines down the side of the water bank. In your state of being lost in thought, you hadn’t even realised that you had lost the other boys.

“I think we lost the others” Luke said, circling his bike around slowly with his hands as he tried to find any sight of them.

“Oops” he continued when he couldn’t see them anywhere. He turned to look at you again, as you slipped back into your own thoughts.

“Y/N, you okay?” Luke asked, “you’ve been pretty quiet the last ten minutes.”

Luke had a small concerned frown on his face, his eyebrows slightly creased as a small curl fell in front of his left brow. This made you smile a little again, not being able to help yourself. He always looked so cute when he pulled his pouty frown-y face.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, not wanting Luke to think something was up and start questioning further.

“Sorry no I’m fine, just lost in thought and enjoying the surroundings” you replied as Luke nodded in understanding, seemingly taking your explanation for fact.

“Hey, you want to take a short boat trip on the canal?” He asked, motioning towards one of the boats where a small man was leaning again the door that led into the boat, puffing on a cigarette with his arms folded, a small sign next to him, welcoming aboard passengers.

You excitedly nodded and leant your bike on the grass below you, “Yes definitely, I’ve always wanted to try this in Amsterdam, such a romantic thing to do-” you rambled, suddenly realising what you had just said and stopping yourself, looking bashfully at the ground and cursing at yourself in your head.

Luke chuckled beside you and entangled his hand with yours, pulling you closer towards the boats.

Your heart picked up in speed again as you let Luke hold your hand, his warm grip melting away all of your embarrassment and anxiety, the colours and blue sky around you suddenly feeling a little brighter.

“Very romantic indeed,” he chuckled, giving you a little wink before turning his attention to ask the small man about getting a quick canal tour.

You felt your breath fall away from you at his words but your head knew that he just probably said that as a joke, to make you feel better so you didn’t feel embarrassed, or maybe he was flirting? No he definitely wasn’t flirting, he only saw you as a friend.

The two of you sat at the railings of the outside section of the boat, side-by-side as you gazed up at the slow moving rows of old buildings, and listening to the calm waves of water that splashed against the edges of the boat.

Luke leaned closer to you, his shoulder brushing against yours, as he stared at you once again. You felt his gaze on you, suddenly a very nervous feeling washing over you. Every time Luke stared at you with that certain gaze, one that made you question if he really did like like you, you felt as if you couldn’t breath and that the whole universe suddenly became very dizzy and muffled.

“What?” You asked with a soft smile, finally turning to look at him. His blue eyes were shining as they melted into your own gaze, his lips turned a little upwards in a content smile, the blonde tufts, of the bottom of his mullet, tickled the back of his neck.

“Sorry,” he chuckled as he finally came back to reality, “nothing” he finished as he turned his attention back to the water ahead of you both.

“Forever a daydreamer, Luke” you giggled as you leant your head gently on his shoulder, him doing the same but instead atop of your head.

A few hours passed by, and you had eventually returned back to the venue for the show, finally meeting up with the other boys who were instantly jealous at the fact that the two of you had ‘sneaked’ off to a canal tour.

“We didn’t sneak off, if you all didn’t disappear and ditch us then maybe you could have come” Luke laughed as Calum rolled his eyes, “nah it was an elaborate plan to get rid of us!” Calum joked back, the boys already becoming silly and hyped up for their upcoming concert.

You had spent the next few hours running around and fulfilling your assistant duties, liaising with the venue staff and collecting drinks, snacks and equipment for the boys. As you dashed around, you heard loud chatter and excited cheering from the queues of fans outside, smiling to yourself and feeling intense pride for your best friends. You couldn’t be happier for them, and the fact that they were getting to fulfil their dream made your heart soar.

“Y/N, can you help me please?” Luke asked from behind you, half his body peering from behind the dressing room door.

You turned from setting up a tray of water bottles, nodding your head instantly without even knowing Luke’s request.

“Can you help me with my eyeshadow please?” He asked so innocently and softly, holding up a glittery palette and brush for you to take from him.

“Yes of course, let me work my magic” you giggled as you prized the makeup from his hands, and followed him to the dressing table which was situated in the corner of the room.

Soft rock music played in the background, a change from the normal loud music that they usually played before going on stage. The other boys had gone off elsewhere, probably to tune their instruments. You dipped the brush into the blue sparkly powder, Luke sitting on the seat below you as you hovered in front of him, your body situation in between his legs as you stood facing before him.

You dabbed the eyeshadow along his eyelids, swooping it out to create a small wing. You smiled at your work before re-focusing on making it look perfect.

The whole time Luke stared admiringly up at you, watching you as you intently made art upon his face, your free hand caressing his jawline to make sure his head stayed still in place.

You could feel his breath hitting your chin as both of your faces grew closer to one another’s, your own breath fanning his long lashes. You suddenly realised how close in proximity your lips were to each other’s, your noses almost brushing as you stopped applying the makeup for a short second. Your eyes flickered to his, which were already watching you closely.

“Hey” you whispered, letting your thumb run along his cheekbone ever so slightly, one of his blonde hairs curling around your pinky finger.

“Hey” he whispered in reply, as he reached his hand up to push one of your own strands of hair, which had fallen in front of your eyes, back to behind your ear, the cool metal of his rings brushing against your ear as he did so. You shivered a little at his touch.

“Just so you can see whilst doing my makeup” he spoke so softly, the soft beats of the music singing along to his gentle, velvety voice.

You nodded ever so slowly before casting your gaze back to your artwork, continuing on with his eyeshadow, as your heart rate sped up even more, breathing becoming heavier, and you hoped and prayed that Luke didn’t notice the state of anxious desperation you felt for him.

Suddenly a loud knocking was heard on the outside of the door, “Luke, five minutes until you need to be on stage!” You heard another of the employees yell from outside, you and Luke instantly locking eyes again. You quickly finished off his makeup and took a step back to admire your work.

“You look beautiful” you mumbled, a small smile on your lips as Luke’s cheeks became light scarlet.

He carefully stood up from his seat, once again towering over you and taking you in, with his eyes, for a short moment.

“I’ll see you after?” He questioned, acting as if he didn’t ask, then you would possibly disappear without a trace.

“Of course Luke, I’ll be waiting” you responded quietly.

“You’ll smash it, as you always do.”

The boys waved at the screaming and cheering fans, taking their places on stage as the bright orange curtain fell, the stage lights flashing and the beginning of ‘Bad Omens’ starting to play.

You took your place off the side of the stage, watching the boys begin to play and loose themselves to the feeling of euphoria, and to the rhythm of their songs. You danced a little and sang along as you did every night, grinning widely whenever Luke did his happy little bouncing movements, and whenever the crowd sang loudly to their lyrics.

‘Want You Back’ came to an end and Luke steadied his mic stand, lovingly looking out at the shining phone lights and happy fans in front of him.

“This next song is an old one” he began, as the crowd cheered crazily and excitedly.

“And I want to dedicate it to someone very special to me” he continued, the fans screaming even louder at his words.

“There’s someone in my life who I care for very much, someone who’s been by my side for the last eight years and whenever I’m with her-” he said breathlessly, the fans still going crazy over his small speech.

“I feel so disconnected from the world”

The fans cheered as the opening chords and lyrics of ‘Disconnected’ started playing.

For a moment you saw Luke turn and lock his eyes with yours, giving you a look from across the stage that made your heart batter against your ribcage, and almost knock you over from shock.

You didn’t want to be too presumptive but you were 100% sure that he had meant you, and when he gave you that look, you just knew.

As the set came to an end, the fans clapping and cheering as the boys took their final bow, waving and blowing kisses to the fans, you instantly felt nervous, impatiently waiting for Luke to be back with you.

Eventually the boys came tumbling off the stage, sweaty and full of their post concert high. Ashton galloped past you, giving you an excited hug, followed by Calum and Michael who were giggling with one another.

You smiled at them and congratulated them like you did after every show, matching their excitement.

You turned to face Luke who had just bounced off the stage towards you, his blonde hair all sweaty, the makeup you had delicately painted on him now a little smudged, but a huge grin still perfectly drawn on his face.

“You did amazing out there Luke, as always!” You cheered, as you pulled him into a warm hug. The two of you stood there in silence, arms wrapped around each other as the noise of the fans continued but began to die down a little as they began to leave.

“Did you hear my tribute?” He asked, suddenly becoming obviously nervous as he pulled away from your hug a little, but with his hands still grasping your sides.

You slowly nodded your head, unsure of what to reply, and hoping he would continue.

“Y/N, this is going to sound fucking cheesy and I might ruin our friendship saying this but I don’t give a fuck, I need to tell you” he began hurriedly, like if he didn’t say it fast enough then he would chicken out of what he was about to say.

“Whenever I’m with you, I find my sweet escape” he smiled, an air of confidence suddenly washing over him as he clearly knew how cringey he sounded but went with it anyway.

“And I’ve been worried for so long that you only thought of me as a friend and maybe you do, but Y/N,” he continued now more slowly.

“I fucking love you with all of my soul and mind and heart”

It took you a few moments to collect your thoughts, your whole body feeling weak and numb at his confession. You felt as if your heart just stopped, everything around the two of you blanking out as you stared dumbfounded into Luke’s worried blue eyes.

“What?” You asked, wanting him to say it again just to confirm it for you once more. Just to make sure that you hadn’t imagined the last minute that had passed by.

“I love you” he repeated, “and not in that platonic friendly I love you way, I love you like I love you” he rambled.

You laughed a little at his awkward way of wording his confession, but it made you fall for him even harder. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, clasping your hands behind the nape of his neck as he closely watched your movements, his breathing heavy and irregular.

“I love you like I love you, too” you repeated his words back, as he let his shoulders drop in relief.

“Can I-uhm” he began nervously.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Mhm”

Luke leant down slowly, his nose brushing the tip of yours softly, his warm breath hitting your lips as you let your eyes flutter shut.

All of the noise and commotion around you became nothing, it was just you and Luke entangled in each other’s arms.

Luke finally pressed his lips to yours, both of you melting into one another and becoming one, as you felt him pull you even closer to him, his hands squeezing your hips gently.

You felt his tongue caress your bottom lip, noses pressed firmly against one another’s now, your hands tangled in his hair, as your lips deepened against his, never wanting to let go.

As you finally pulled apart, breathing heavily and staring into each other’s souls, chests rising and falling, and hearts beating in unison, the noises around you slowly became louder again as you were brought back into reality.

“Fucking finally,” Michael bellowed from behind you.

“I was sick of listening to Luke pine for you since he basically fucking met you!” He laughed, clearly happy for the two of you.

You smiled up at Luke, twirling the wet strands of his hair around your fingers.

“You were pining for me?”

Luke blushed a little again, “Guilty” he shrugged a little.

You laughed and lifted yourself back onto your tip toes to re-attach your lips to his, the two of you falling back into your disconnected world away from reality.

#5sos #5sos imagine #5sos x reader #5sos fic #luke hemmings #luke hemming imagines #luke hemmings fic #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x you #luke hemmings x y/n #ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin #calum hood x reader #calum hood #michael clifford x reader #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer

[lukesvalentyne]

WWYF

luke hemmings x fem!reader

fc: cindy kimberly

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yndaily y/n y/l/n and boyfriend luke hemmings spotted in vegas earlier today!!

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livielovesyn she looks so small in this🥹

ynlatest ohh theyre so cute

ynsangel anyone know why theyre in vegas? ↳ ynlnhq im pretty sure lukes performing with 5SOS at WWYF !

20th October 2023

yn

when we were young festival

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yn 💋🐆🎸⭐️

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lukehemmings beautiful angel 😍 ↳ yn i love youu

almondmilkhunni pretty girl 🩷 ↳ yn ughh thats you💋💋

yninsider can luke hemmings fight? ↳ yn idk ask him ↳ yninsider OHMYGOD U REPLIED 😭😭

21st October 2023

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lukehemmings when we were young festival.

had so much fun tonight! Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow 🫣

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yn well my boyfriends in a band⭐️ liked by author

yn i love you so much💋 ↳ lukehemmings i love you so much MORE 🥰. ↳ yn that’s actually impossible 🙄

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ynlatest shes so cool liked by yn ↳ ynsgf GIRL YN LIKED!!!

21st October 2023

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livieslovesyn y/n and luke spotted leaving the festival!! Shes wearing their bucket hat🥹🥹

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ynsngel we love a supportive gf

lukesvalentyne i want what they have!!

ynlatest so much content! excited to see more tomorrow.

ynylnupdates i met her today!! she was so sweet (pics on my page.)

21st october 2023

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ynylnlatest Me and yn today !! She was so kind and amazing.

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yn lovely meeting you angel! ❤️ ↳ ynylnlatest ily🥹💋

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21st October 2023

yn 2m

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keep going | m.g.c

smutty oneshot ❥

michael x fem!reader

smut, petnames, choking

you and michael are getting ready for a night out and he can't keep his hands off you

not proofread

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I leaned closer into the large bathroom mirror in front of me, squinting as I perfected my eyeliner. I quickly checked the time on my phone, then back to the mirror, making sure I wasn't running behind.

Michael and I had planned for a casual night out. He rummaged through our closet for his clothing for night before placing the chosen articles on the bed. I remained in only my underwear in bra as I got ready, as a precaution to my messy makeup skills. My hair laid loosely curled down my back, un-styled.

I felt the presence of Michael behind me before I saw his cheeky grin in the mirror, eyeing me up and down. He came in closer behind me, wrapping two arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder.

"Careful." I giggled, his head almost knocking the eye pencil across my face. He buried his face into my neck.

"I'm sorry, you just look so fuckin' good." He mumbled into my skin. His hands softly trailed along my sides, sending a chill through my body. He pressed his lips against my neck, kissing gently. I smiled at his affection, continuing my makeup in the mirror. I tried my best to ignore the touch of Michael behind me, remembering the ticking time, but his fingertips and lips against my skin weakened my care.

Michaels hands slowly came around to my uncovered bottom, groping and squeezing adoringly. He pressed his frontside against me, his hard bulge pressing against my rear. I sighed in pleasure at his touch, placing both hands on the counter.

"Michael, we gotta go soon." I smiled, my half-assed attempt going noticed by Michael.

"I never said stop." He muttered into my skin, referring to me getting ready. I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head before reaching for a lipstick. Michaels hand trailed back around my front, tracing his fingertips on my panty line. I continued to pretend to ignore his actions, intensely focusing on my objective in front of me. Michael let out a chuckle, meeting my gaze in the mirror for a moment before swiftly pulling my underwear to my ankles. I looked down behind me abruptly with a shocked smile, Michael crouched on one knee. He watched me closely as he spread my legs from my ankles, just enough for him to fit in between. I felt the heat between my legs begin to throb as Michael gaze burned into mine.

"Keep going." He spoke softly, motioning with his head to my products on the counter. I narrowed my eyes with a smirk, turning back around to the mirror. My breath shook as I continued my routine, awaiting Michael's next move.

Michael placed himself between my legs, facing the opposing direction of me. I gasped and gripped the counter at the sudden feeling of his warm tongue swiping once against my slit. I pulled back and looked down to reveal Michael's eyes looking back up at me. He smiled into my heat before continuing his tongue up and down my folds, flicking it quickly on my throbbing bud. My hips buckled and ground against Michael's mouth, my fingers grasping tightly onto the counter. He brought up two fingers to my dripping hole, inserting them slowly.

"Fuck." I whimpered, tossing my head back. Michael chuckled into my dripping folds, wrapping his free arm around my thigh and holding my shaking legs steady. He pumped his two fingers steadily, matching the rhythm with his tongue.

Before I had a chance to collect my thoughts, Michael stood up from his position, back to being pressed behind me. He placed a hand under my thigh, propping my leg up on the counter. I watched him behind me in the mirror. Impatiently waiting for him to unbuckle his pants. My standing leg shook as Michael readjusted his grip on my heightened one, lining his throbbing tip to my entrance. He brought his chest in close to my back and placed a hand on the counter beside us. Michael locked eyes with me in the mirror as he slowly slid his pulsating shaft fully inside of me. His mouth dropped into an "O" as I bit my lip, concealing a squeal.

"You look so pretty for me, baby." He cooed deeply into my ear—commenting on my interrupted makeup, beginning to pick up his pace. I let out a loud moan, dropping my head in ecstasy. Michael smugly pounded harder, gripping my thigh tighter

"You take me so good, princess." He looked down to his cock vigorously pumping in and out of me, letting out a growl.

"Fuck, you're so tight around me, baby." He groaned, burying his face into my neck. I watched him in the mirror as his muscles convulsed and flexed at each thrust, and the sweat beading at his shoulders. The way his head rolled back every time I clenched around his throbbing cock.

Michael pulled out abruptly, earning a whine from me. Before I could speak, he lifted me by my hips, turning me around and placing me to sit bare on the counter. I looked up at him through my eyelashes before he pushed me back by my shoulders, placing my head to the mirror, and scooting me by my lower hips to the edge of the counter with his hands. Lining himself back up, he wrapped a hand around my throat, gripping generously. With no warning, Michael began at his previous pace, pounding vigorously in and out of my sensitive hole. My eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of my head as I convulsed around his ramming member.

"You're so pretty when you're taking my cock." He smiled smugly, tilting his head. I looked at him with lazy eyes, holding myself up with my hands. Michael brought a thumb to my throbbing clit, beginning to rub small circles repeatedly. I shook at his touch, my toes curling. I began to convulse and my back arched, signaling my overstimulating climax.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" He cooed, quickening his pace on my clit. "C'mon princess, cum for me." He breathed, his gaze burning into mine. My head rolled to the size lazily, repeatedly convulsing around Michael's still pounding member. I came hard around him as he continued his pace, leaning in closer to me. I shook with overstimulation.

"That's my good girl." He growled. He pounded vigorously, carrying out his own climax.

"Fuck, Y/n." He groaned, placing his forehead against mine as he finished.

We caught our breaths for a moment before I suddenly remembered why I had been getting ready in the first place. I turned to my phone beside me, checking the time. I threw a hand over my face, groaning at the amount of time that had passed. Michael's head perked up before he spoke.

"Oh... Whoops." He muttered sarcastically. I gave him a playful kick, staying optimistic.

"We still have some time. You just have to keep you hands to yourself." I giggled, poking him in the chest. He connected us for a kiss before cheekily replying.

"No promises."

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masterlist

*indicates smut / updated 12/30/23

dylan o’brien

Swimsuits & Sangria* ➙ Pt II: Cure for a Red Wine Hangover* (coming soon!)

Unfair*

Reunion*

A Year By Your Side ➙ Summer ➙ Autumn* (coming soon!) ➙ Winter* ➙ Spring ➙ Epilogue*

5 seconds of summer

recent works When Our Friend Isn’t Around | C.H. ➙ Pt I: The Patio ➙ Pt II: The Kitchen ➙ Pt III: The Living Room* ➙ Pt IV: The Guest Bedroom*

Poolside* | C.H. (coming soon!)

7+ year old works, untouched & unedited (i truly cannot vouch for the quality of these lmao) Sober* | M.C.

Don’t Be | C.H.

Don’t Tell Me What to Do* | C.H.

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everything i’ve written + posted to this blog (incl L.H. + A.I.) ao3: inthemorning always accepting requests/feedback here!

#dylan o'brien #5sos #calum hood #michael clifford #dylan o'brien smut #5sos smut #dylan o'brien x reader #calum hood x reader #michael clifford x reader #5sos imagine #dylan o’brien imagine #ive done zero blog maintenance since like 2015/16 so like might as well #my guess is unfair is being posted next given i just started it yesterday and im chugging along quite well #crapshoot as to whether hangover cure or poolside are next #one's started the other one is technically finished j needs editing #anywho....... #masterlist

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5sos masterlist

calum hood

older | fluff; in which the two of you share a personal moment together.

broken pieces | angst & fluff; calum let's distance grow between the two of you, afraid of what you would think if you knew how he was feeling.

boat boy | fluff; in which you meet calum on an accidental run in, thanks to your crazy pup. things take a turn for the best.

beside you | fluff ; while calum is on tour, you often send him videos of your daily life while he's gone. until you stop randomly and work on a surprise for him

you don't go to parties | calum hood x reader ; angst ; you're sick of being a celebrity's girlfriend. sick of the parties, all of it. it was bullshit

need you now | angst ; fluff ending; calum wonders if you think about him as much as he thinks about you.

sorrys never enough | angst : you're betrayed again by your boyfriend, who just can't seem to keep his promise

luke hemmings:

end up here I angst; luke has let his work consume him, leaving you alone for weeks on end. you finally snap.

place in me | angst and fluff; in which luke realizes the pain and suffering he's caused, he makes a promise to himself to fix everything. he wants to be the better man for you.

magic | fluff; before a show, luke is struggling with his makeup. he asks you for help.

please try again | angst ; comfort; luke has always been there for you, even when you were at your worst.

teardrops on my guitar | ; angst ; your feelings for your friend go unnoticed, but one night you finally told the world how you felt through your music.

wanna be yours | slow burn ; luke had his eyes on you from the moment you met him so, it killed him when you couldn't take the hint that he was in love with you.

it’s not over | requested.

michael clifford:

complete |; fluff; you surprise michael after his long tour, all he's been wanting is you.

fall shenanigans | ; fluff; carving pumpkins with michael

ashton irwin:

locked inside | ; fluff ; the two of you get snowed it. which means: snowballs, snow angels, and snowmen.

dear devoted delicate I fluff; ashton knew from the first time he met you, you were the one for him.

why wont you love me? | angst : after finding out calum had left you, ashton came to your rescue but he had his own secret

complete mess | requested

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Older (Luke Hemmings/reader)

Older(Luke Hemmings imagine)

Title: Older

Rating: None

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Reader

Word Count: 859

Warnings: None

Summary: You and Luke show your love through the song Older

Author’s Note: Since I loved the feeling of falling upwards and the whole idea of Older i decided to do an imagine showing my love and appreciation of the song. But with that said I AM NOT discreating Sierra ALL CREDITS GO TO LUKE HEMMINGS AND SIERRA DEATON. With that please enjoy!!! >_<

^Luke Hemmings/reader^

The only thing I felt was admiration. I was so proud of the boys and what they have done it’s truly remarkable, but as I looked at the stage waiting for my que to come on for Older a song me and Luke wrote together during COVID from just pure boredom because no way am I ever a singer nor do I write lyrics for a living it was just something to do but we fell in love with the outcome and when Luke showed the boys they did as well complimenting me and Luke for it.

But as I waited all I could think about was how utterly in the moment Luke looks. Him on the stage has always been my favorite thing to watch but with this album and this show has such strong meaning to everyone involved I had no idea how the boys weren’t bawling their eyes out. It’s not even my own show and I already feel the tears building up in my eye ducts.

Seeing the queue that I was about to go on stage. I felt like a building just crashed in my stomach, nerves coming back after my thoughts drifted away from Luke. The boys begged me for months to release the song with me and Luke both singing after they caught me singing parts of it while cooking dinner for the group one day, I said no every time they asked me. Why would I sing the song when I don't even sing professionally.

But Luke persuaded me to at least sing it for the show since it’s such a special show. Even then I had doubts, asking the boys over and over again making sure it was alright with them. I never want to over step or do something that their not all that comfortable with but they all stated that it was perfectly okay with them which eases some of my worry but, there's this part of me wishing that one of them said they weren't okay with it so I didn't have to do it.

Singing in the comfort of your home with people you love is one thing but singing in front of thousands of thousands of fans of your boyfriend and his band is the scariest thing I could ever do, and it’s hitting me full force now. Seeing it’s closer to the time that I have to walk on stage increases the nerves. I hear Luke speaking to the crowd. His voice held so much emotion even when he’s making awkward jokes to cover the immense emotion he’s feeling.

My breathing stops when I hear him singing the song that we made together. In a way it was a province of our love. The love that’s grown into something that I can’t imagine ending and never wanting it to end as selfish as it sounds. When I get the nod to go, I start walking while singing my part. But my voice gets shaky when I see Luke at the piano. All the tears that I’ve been able to keep at bay come flushing back. Not even recognizing the screams of fans. My sole focus is on Luke and how captivating he looks under the fluorescent lights, his suit and messy tie along with his beautiful curly blonde hair matching with the eye makeup that he asked me to help put on him before the show makes him look like an angel.

I sit down on the piano bench. Keeping my voice as steady as I can with tears streaming down my face, but when he looks at me it breaks a little. His eyes showing love and admiration, that if you look at him it would seem I put the stars into the sky. I look at him the trying to convey the same thing and more that I could never put into words. Without even knowing it we finished the song like we were on autopilot.

But the fans brought me back just in time. Standing up I see Luke doing the same going over towards his side looking up towards him with a smile on my tear stain cheeks I say, “I love you so much the show is spectacular. I’m so proud of what you and the boys have done and become, thank you for letting me be a part of it.” Looking down at me and taking my tear-stained cheeks into his large, callused hands from playing the guitar for so long, he kisses me with a smile on his lips. Breaking up the kiss he looks down at me so deeply that my knees almost buckle underneath me, but he wraps me into his arms before I could get the chance and mumbles against my lips, “I love you more than anyone can ever imagine.” My smile couldn’t get any wider, but seeing I have to go by one of the stage hands I hurry to say my goodbye with my smile still on my face but it turning into a smirk once I see that my desired goal was reached as I say, “I’ll see you after the show Mr. Hemmings and then I’ll show you just how much I’m proud of you.”

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I'm soooo sorry If it's really short this is my first time writing anything for people and posting but I love 5sos so much that I had to write something please let me know if it's any good and people want to see more cause I'm planning on doing more if I get positive responses back!!!!!! >_<

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