Can I have a blurb where Mikey comes out as ace to the other boys??
“Guys,” Michael said softly. The four of them were sitting backstage after their Melbourne show eating takeout noodles and swaping stories about their past relationships.
When no one looked up at him or stopped talking, Michael ssid it again. “Guys.”
“What?” Ashton said, taking another spoonful of his noodles.
“Can I like, say something? It’s kind of related, kind of not. I don’t know, I just, I really wanna tell you guys something,” Michael said anxiously.
“Go for it,” Luke said, nudging Michael’s shoulders.
“Okay, well, I’m kind of like, asexual? So like, I don’t really wanna have sex? I mean the idea of it is cool and all and I’m sure it’s great to be intimate like that with someone. But I just don’t like it that much, and I think it’s because I’m ace.”
The boys were silent for a minute, stirring their food around as they absorbed what Michael had just confessed.
“That’s cool,” Calum said finally. “Does it bother you when we talk about sex?”
“Not really, I mean,” Michael paused. “I just don’t like when it’s about me personally having sex, you know? Does that make sense?”
“Yeah,” Luke said while the others nodded.
“If we ever say anything that bothers you or makes you uncomfortable, will you tell us?” Ashton asked.
“Yeah we don’t wanna make you feel weird or bad in any way,” Luke added.
“I promise I’ll say something if that happens,” Michael chuckled. “Thanks for being cool about this.”
“We didn’t care when you told us you were pansexual, why would this be any different?” Calum pointed out.
“Wait, so if you’re asexual, does that mean you aren’t pan?” Luke asked, clearly confused.
“I’m still panromantic,” Michael said. “I like everyone, I just don’t wanna take my clothes off with them.”
“Oh, okay,” Luke said nodding. “Dope.”
“Okay, you really need to stop saying that,” Michael laughed, tossing a noodle at Luke and feeling happiness swell in his chest at finally being able to be comfortable and honest with his favourite people in the world.
Could I have a blurb of bi Michael and his pan girlfriend who are both in the closet, and they come out to eachother after worrying about it forever?? I just feel like that'd be cute....
omg this concept is so cute here u go!!! - Ash
Today was the day.
Today was finally the day you we’re going to tell your boyfriend you were
pansexual. You didn’t know why you were so terrified to tell him, but you
assumed it was because of how “unknown” your sexuality actually was. People
often we’re confused when they heard it, which is why you never really told
You had always wanted
to come out to people, many times it being on the tip of your tongue, but you
always chicken out. Especially when it came to your boyfriend, it always felt
right to tell him… but you simply just couldn’t get it out.
But today was the
day, today was the last straw.
You took a deep
breath as you sat down on the couch next to him, “Michael.”
“Y/N?” Michael said,
breaking his face away from the T.V. He pulled you closer to him and you
nuzzled into his shoulder.
“I have something to
tell you,” You said, letting out a long sigh.
You grabbed his hand
and gripped it tightly, “I’m pansexual.”
You looked up at him
to gauge his reaction, his eyes met you and he just smiled the biggest smile.
“What?” You asked,
looking up at him. His reaction wasn’t something you expected, you just
expected him to be confused.
A laugh escaped his
throat, “I’m bisexual. I’ve been trying to tell you for ages but I didn’t know
how to approach it.”
Your eyes widened
and you sat up, “Shut up.”
“I’m being serious,
Y/N. I’ve known for a while,” Michael said through a laugh.
“Oh my god, this is
so hilarious. Here we both are, struggling to tell each other we’re gay,” You
giggled before beaming up at him with a proud smile.
“I love you,” you
simply stated, pulling him in for a long kiss.
Okay, but can you imagine Michael with a trans boyfriend. Michael would help you out with sizing and finding the right binder. Both of you would be equally excited for the binder to come in, he would help you put it on for the first time and making sure you are comfortable. For a while he would monitor you to make sure you aren't wearing it too long and your chest and rib cage is okay. I need a Michael.
I think about it all the time ,, I get so sad!!! I have dreams about this,,, like legit he helping me pick out cute button ups and buying rainbow boxers and going to pride together and him helping me through dysphoria and him kissing my tears away and shit,, I’m a mess stop this -Kyle 💛