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The Plan-Michael Clifford

Originally posted by michaelclifford

“I’ll never write a fake dating fic!”-me last year

Basically a university au/fake dating au where your parents and michaels are both constantly in your dating lives so you fake date to get them to stop bugging you, but actually fall for each other in the process

Throwing yourself down on your bed, you sighed loudly. “I don’t even want to see my parents this weekend.”

“Join the club.” Your best friend Michael said, lying on top of you horizontally so that the two of you were arranged like a human plus sign on your tiny dorm bed.

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anonymous asked:

If your still taking fic requests how about an angsty Ryan who can't understand friendship well and really flubs it up by getting frustrated and mad at everyone. He was really trying to make friends with them as well. (BTW your writing is absolutely fantastic!)

Oh my gosh, thank you! You’re too kind. And I am always willing to do prompts for you, and this one is gonna be a doozy, but I love it:

Before Geoff Ramsey and his merry band of misfits came long, Ryan hadn’t interacted with a lot of people outside of his freelancing jobs. At the time, he hadn’t wanted to make friends with any of these people. He didn’t see much point putting any energy into socializing with anyone because he did not intend to actually see them again.

When Geoff hired him the first time, Ryan went into the job with his same old attitude and skull mask to boot. He didn’t even bother learning anyone’s name outside of Ramsey’s just in case they tried talking to him. This was going to be a one time deal because he had no intention of doing any more jobs for Geoff.

But Geoff hired him again a few weeks later, and he kept hiring him over and over until finally he offered Ryan a full time position in his crew. Something that Ryan hadn’t expected, nor did he particularly want, but his life had thrown him a few curve balls and this was just another one, so instead of outright saying no, he asked Geoff if he could think about it.

It takes him a week to finally give Geoff an answer and another three days before he actually steps foot into Geoff’s penthouse. The entire crew is waiting for him, scattered around the living room like cats, and Ryan has to fight the urge to turn around and go right back home.

“I see you found the place okay,” Geoff comments pushing away from the breakfast bar and crossing the room to stand next to Ryan. He points at the skull mask covering Ryan’s face and says, “You don’t have to wear that here. We won’t tell anyone what you look like.”

Ryan grunts but leaves his mask on, and Geoff nods. “Alright, I got the message.” He turns to his crew, clasping his hands in front of him, and smiles. “So, I’m sure you all remember Ryan.”

The others stare back him for a long moment before a woman steps forward, a kind smile on her face. She extends her hand and says, “Hi, Ryan, I’m Jack.”

Ryan glances down at her hand but does not take it, and Jack’s smile falls a little. She lowers her hand, clearing her throat. “Uh, welcome to the crew.”

“Don’t worry, buddy,” Geoff starts, clapping Ryan on the shoulder, ignoring his frustrated huff, grinning, “you’ll fit in great.”

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That Soulmate Preference Deal Part 8

A/N: This is gonna be a good one, guys. I demand a message with how you feel about it cuz I’m screaming

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 http://whyarentyoureading.tumblr.com/post/125590802957/that-soulmate-preference-deal-part-7

It was barely a month before fans began to realize that Ashton’s wrist was strategically covered, and rumours began to seep through the tabloids about who the lucky lady could be. I stood in line at Woolworth’s one too many times, looking at his face on magazines shipping him with any girl who was lucky enough to walk alongside him. It came up in interviews, and Ashton would stand and leave immediately, demanding camera’s be turned off. Fans would line up to meet them, being sure to give their full names to Ashton and Luke in hopes that their eyes would brighten and they’d be soulmates.

But, quickly the label was making contracts that didn’t allow interviewers to ask about the mark, and tabloids were given gag orders. Even though the soulmate question was bothering him, Ashton was out every night until very late, meeting as many fans as he could. According to Michael, he had even met a few his own age and started taking them home. Even so, I waited to go visit on tour for a few months, to be sure.

The tour had begun in January, and by May, I couldn’t make Michael wait any longer. Our Skype calls, time zone delays, and crappy excuses for bonding were wearing him thin, and he was practically pleading me to come through for the European leg of the tour. I put in for time off, and packed up my stuff. I was glad that, even at this point, no one knew who I was. Nothing about me flying from Sydney to London screamed that I was going to be with 5 Seconds of Summer, and I liked it that way.

I found myself standing by baggage claim, partially zoned out, thinking back to that day at the dentist, about the terror of finding Ashton’s name on my wrist. I remembered how the last concern on my list had been about the fame of dating a band member, but instead the fact that I’d never find him. Of course, things hadn’t worked out with Ashton, but as I emerged through customs and saw both Michael and Luke waiting in the terminal surrounded, I realized that it should’ve been higher up in my concerns.

Michael was pointing. “That’s her, ladies, that’s my lovely girlfriend, Xandra. Don’t crowd her now, though, because I’ve got to do that dramatic running in the airport thing, alright?”

The girls around him nodded eagerly, and were whipping out cell phones. As Michael came towards me, embracing me and lifting me into a twirl, I suddenly felt the world’s eyes on me.

“Mikey, what the hell?” I whispered after he had put me down. “You didn’t tell me!”

I realized Michael was forcing a smile, however, and he spoke to me out of the corner of his mouth. “Listen, someone leaked our location, and Luke’s soulmate is about to get off the next plane. If we could just keep the attention on the two of us for a few minutes, he’ll grab her and we’ll all go home, okay?”

I chewed at my lip, looking over to see Luke’s desperate eyes begging me to comply.

“We had talked about going public, it’s not like I sprung this on you,” Michael added. “It’ll be alright, I swear.”

I sighed, but nodded and brought my lips to Michael’s. Then, we were amidst fans and Luke was sneaking off, undetected with security to another gate.

It was exhausting, answering all of these questions coming from every which way while simultaneously burying my own left wrist deep inside my hoodie pocket. But mainly, the fans just wanted pictures with Michael, and soon enough we were piling in the back of a dark car with Luke and a girl with bushy brown hair and purple glasses.

“Hey, Xan, this is Caryssa!” Luke was beaming.

I stuck out my hand to shake hers, seeing that Luke’s name was in fact twisted across her wrist. “Xandra….” I looked over the two of them. “How did you two find each other?”

“We grew up next door to each other, Xan,” Luke replied. “We’ve been mates for years.”

“But… The mark wasn’t…?”

Luke was smiling slightly, shaking his head. “That’s why I knew so much about the mark and people not being ready….” He reached his hand over and grasped Caryssa’s. “I got mine when I was about 13…. Have been waiting on hers ever since.”

“Oh.” I nodded, understanding.

“So, is your mark Michael’s then?” Caryssa was asking, gesturing to the lines across my wrist. “That’s odd, that you’d have it and not him, what with you dating so long.”

The car grew silent as I looked to Luke, who looked to Michael, who deliberately looked the other way.

“No, actually.” I replied after a long, uncomfortable pause.

Luke itched at his nose. “You can tell her. She’s not going to tell anyone. I trust her.”

“What, like if Xan doesn’t want to, you’ll just tell her later?” Michael challenged.

“What’s going on?” Caryssa asked, eyes wide and confused.

“My mark has the wrong name on it is all,” I replied.  

“Wrong name?” Caryssa asked. “How could that be?”

“It’s got Ashton’s name on it,” I stated, slightly annoyed. “That’s how.”

Caryssa looked startled, staring at the three of us in the car.

“We’ve got some theories on it,” Luke began as we were pulling up to the hotel, after we had again fallen silent. “Xan’s mark.”

“We do?” I asked, beginning to climb out of the car and letting security hand my bags to Michael.

“Yep.” Michael nodded. “Cal and Luke have got some intense ones, actually.” He smiled, nudging me and gesturing to my bags. “Pack light much?”

I nudged him back, and the four of us began for the lift. “Let’s hear ‘em, Lucas.”

“Well, there’s that somehow, Ashton and Michael were switched. Either literally, like their mums got the prams mixed up eons ago or something. Or like, universally, a rip in space time or something, causing the names to get misconstrued.”

“I doubt Karen and Ann Marie confused children,” I retorted. “And how’s space time explain my name on his wrist?”

“Simple. There’s just another Alexandra Monroe on the planet.”

“So this theory hinges that Michael is my soulmate, right?”

Luke nodded. “Then, there’s the theory that you have a very resilient tattoo, placed on you without your consent, perhaps while you were under at the dentist that day, and this is all some wild joke.”

“Sounds realistic,” Michael teased. “I like that one.”

Caryssa spoke up. “Could be some sort of blackmail sort of deal, the dentist wanting to steal Ash’s money.”

“Very true, my dear,” Luke replied.

“Calum suggested, while very intoxicated, that maybe it was just an odd font, and it really did say Michael Clifford. He even tried to squeeze all the letters in.”

“Did they fit?”

“Sure, if you’re drunk.” We all laughed. The lift dinged on our floor, and we all wheeled out with our bags.

“There’s of course the most obvious one, though,” Luke began, wrapping an arm around Caryssa’s waist outside what I presumed was their door. “Ashton really is your soulmate, but in the sense that the purpose of you finding Ashton was so he could match you with Michael ultimately.”

“That’s the one I like the most,” Michael said to me.

Caryssa looked from Luke to me and Michael. “That makes sense, but not really…. The way I feel about Luke, the way I always have, and the way I did when I got the mark…. If Ashton’s your soulmate, you’d feel it. You wouldn’t be able to be with anybody else, once his name was on you and yours on his.” She shrugged. “You’d love him, wholly and fully, once you both had the mark. No negotiations.”

“Aw, babe…” Luke nuzzled his face into her neck.

“I’m serious.” She looked determined. “I was on the phone with Luke, missing him like crazy, and suddenly- there’s his name, right there on my hand! And I just started crying, because it finally made sense, that we had always been so close, how I had never been able to shake the crushes on him.” She reached for my wrist. “If Ashton really was yours, I promise, you’d know. You can’t be mistaken, if your heart is pulling you towards Michael instead.”


That night, Caryssa had been right about the loving wholly and fully part of having each other’s marks. She and Luke had hardly ever left each other’s sides after that airport meeting, and before the end of the tour, Luke had proposed.

The next May, Calum, Michael and Ashton stood, suit clad, by Luke’s side as he swore to uphold the match the universe had dumped into their laps. While we were sure fans around the world must have been in deep mourning, the reception had been to die for. Though it may have been a background thought, that Luke being married and settling down meant the end of 5 SOS, the reception ran late into the night, solely a celebration of a strong bond of love. There was singing, dancing, drinking. Luke’s family didn’t even seem the slightest bit bothered, sending off their 21 year old son. Caryssa looked ecstatic, and I finally understood what she had meant, about how she just knew Luke was for her. Because when I saw her look at him, I finally saw an image of what I felt when I looked at Michael.

Of course, with the open bar, there was bound to be an issue or two. The first moment I had been without Michael, a drunken Ashton- tie askew and eyes glassy- was at my side.

“You know, I did what you said,” he slurred slightly. “I met every fucking fan I could, and I made it the best tour.” He shrugged. “And you were right, it probably was the last one.” He put a hand on the wall before me, barring my path. “What now, Xandra?”

I stared up at him, squirming slightly, as I truly just needed to get to the toilet. “I go pee? And you let me, because you’re a nice guy?”

“I’m a nice guy?” Ashton gestured around. “Can’t be a nice guy, this is what nice guys get. A wedding, all their friends celebrating…” He shook his head, hiccupping. “No, I must be the bad guy.”

“Ashton, can I just talk to you after I go to the bathroom?” I tried to push past him.

“Oh, you want to go to the bathroom?” Ashton moved like he was going to let me by, and I started to dart for the door. But, his large hands were wrapped around my upper arms. “Sorry, Xan, too bad, sometimes you don’t get what you want. You’ve just got to suffer.”

“Ashtonn…” I whined.

“Sometimes, even though you’re meant to have something like the toilet, somebody else doesn’t let you have it.”

“I’m not a something, Ashton.”

Ashton’s face softened, and suddenly he was stroking my cheek. “I know, baby. You’re everything.”

“Ashton, stop.”

“Make me.” His hand was twisting into my hair.

“I’ll hit you.”

“Go for it.” He had a grip on the base of my neck.

I lifted a free hand and smacked him across the face. Thankfully, he let go, and I ran for the bathroom. However, once I got into an open stall, I saw that he had entered the room.

I tried to ignore him, closing the door and trying to breathe. I took out my phone, ready to text Michael. But then, I decided not to, worrying it would escalate the situation further. Calum. Drunk Ashton situation. Followed me into girls’ toilets. Please come.

I gathered up my dress, really needing to relieve myself and not carrying about Ashton for the moment. The stall was locked, and I could see his feet underneath, could hear him humming away. “Can’t you just wait in the hallway?”

“Nah, I’m alright here.”

I sighed, finishing my business and readjusting my dress, but not wanting to leave until Calum was there.

“How about I make you a deal, Xan?” Ashton started.

“What kind of a deal, Ashton?”

“You come out here, and we test out this soulmate thing.” I heard him shift his weight, perhaps leaning up against the counter. “And if right here, right now, you don’t feel anything, I swear, on my honour, I’ll leave you and Mikey alone for good.”

There was a silence. Calum had not yet arrived. I checked my phone. No response. Text Michael? Or wait it out? “Test it how, Ashton?” I asked, out of sheer curiosity.

“You come out here, and you kiss me.”

“No, Ash,” I replied. “We’ve done that before, you don’t need that.”

“Yeah, but you were drunk, I was drunk…”

“You’re drunk now.”

“Yeah, but you’re not.”

“I’ve had a bit to drink,” I argued.

“Come on, Xan,” Ashton groaned. “Just one teeny, tiny, itty bitty kiss. And I’ll be out of your hair.” He paused. “Unless, of course, you feel something.”

“I won’t, though, Ashton. I love Mikey.”

“Then come out here, and prove it.”

“Maybe once Calum gets here.”

“Come on, Xan. I’m not tricking you. Just come out.”

I thought for a moment. Could I really hold Ashton to his word about leaving me alone if his little test didn’t work? I wasn’t quite sure, but the idea of him leaving me alone made me undo the latch and step out.

“There we go.” Ashton had been sitting on the counter, and he hopped down.

“I want it in writing.”

“Want what?” Ashton asked.

“This deal. That you’ll really leave me alone after.”

Ashton sighed, but was pulling out the wedding pamphlet and I was rummaging in my purse for a pen. Soon, he was scripting neat words in the margins while he spoke them aloud. “I, Ashton Irwin, swear that if Xandra doesn’t feel anything, I’ll leave her alone for good.” Then, he handed me the pen. “Now, you swear you’ll leave Mikey if you do.”

“I’m not going to swear that.” I blanched, pulling away from the pen.

“Why not, if you’re so confident?”

“Because that’s bizarre.”

Ashton laughed, leaning back. “Come on. I dare you. If you’re so sure you won’t love me, swear on it.”

The pen was in my hand, and I was scrawling words I couldn’t believe, just to get the smug look off of Ashton’s face. “I, Alexandra Monroe, will leave Michael Clifford if I feel that Ashton is my soulmate,” he dictated for me.

I sighed heavily, and tucked the pamphlet back into my purse once we both had signed it.

Ashton was staring at me. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Kiss me, duh.” He giggled. But, then, he leaned in and was cupping my cheek again. “Or did you want me to start?” His breath was warm as it mingled with mine.

“Just get it over with.”

He shrugged, and closed the distance between our two mouths.


But, not the good fireworks. Not the loud booming, vibrating in your gut, sparkling in the sky fireworks, but the got to close to the cheap grocery store fireworks. The burnt off your eyebrows, fizzed and popped across your cheeks, you didn’t read the safety directions fireworks. It physically hurt, kissing Ashton, burned the inside of my lungs and felt like my mouth and nose were alight.

I pulled away fiercely, clutching my face, expecting them to actually be on fire, collapsing to the floor.

Dutifully, he was beside me. “Oh my god, are you okay? What did I do? Did I bite you? I’m so sorry,” he was rushing out.

“It fucking hurts,” I moaned out, my lungs still flaring. “Holy fuck, why’s it hurt?”

There was a crash, and Calum was in the room as well, also beside me. “What did you do, Ashton?” He was bellowing.

“I just kissed her, mate!”

My breathing was labored, and Calum was scooping me upright. “Come on, Xan, you’re okay, take a deep breath.”

I was coughing, leaning over and wretching.

“Don’t just stare, get something to drink, Ashton,” Calum demanded. He was directing me to the sink, staring the water. Ashton was out the door, and Calum was holding out his clasped palm, tipping it for me to drink from. “000, should I call 000?”

I was shaking my head, clutching my knees, finally able to breathe a bit more calmly. “I think I’m okay….. I think I’m okay…”

Once I had recollected myself, Ashton was back with a glass of something, and I was drinking.

“What the fuck was that?” Calum demanded, looking from him to me.

I looked at Ashton, grim.

“Nothing.” Ashton replied softly. “It was nothing… You were right, I’ll leave you alone now.” The door was swinging behind him, and he was gone.

“What happened, Xan?” Calum asked.

I tried to configure it in my head. Ashton kissed me, and it physically hurt. It sounded implausible. Maybe even made up inside my head. I finally resigned to simply say. “Please find Michael, I want to go home.”


The next morning, I woke in the hotel room above where the reception had been held with Michael’s left arm draped over me, him snoring softly. And I felt severely hung over. Within an instant, I knew I was about to start puking, so I darted for the bathroom.

As I chucked up whatever was in me, I started to wonder how I could be this hungover from a few glasses of champagne. Michael was in the doorway soon, ringing out the same sentiment. “You’re hungover? You barely had a drop.”

It seemed to pass, once I got some water and some breakfast in me. But, that night when we were arriving home, I was swept over by another bout of sickness. And then again the next night, and then the morning after that.

“Maybe you’ve got the flu, babe,” Michael was saying, pulling his shirt over his mouth as he came in to help me clean up. “Go see the doctor.” He chuckled slightly, tucking my hair back as I bent to puke again. “Maybe food poisoning, from Pukie Lukie’s wedding.”

So, that afternoon, I trudged myself down to the clinic, hoping for some pills to stop whatever the hell kept me from not being able to keep food down.

“Well, you’re not warm…. No runny nose, no cough…. Ms. Monroe, don’t take this the wrong way just yet, but when was your last period?”

Suddenly, I was trudging home at a quicker pace, mind racing. Good news or bad news? Would Michael be elated or panicked? Was I elated or panicked? What did this mean, how did this happen?

I slammed the front door to the apartment open, and Michael jumped nearly half a mile, dropping his game controller, a lolly dropping from between his lips.

“What’s up, babe?” He asked, eyes wide.

I took a deep breath, deciding I may as well just be out with it. “I’m pregnant.”

You're Luke's sister

“Now that we’re alone…” Michael trailed off as he grabbed my by my waist, pulling me to his lips.

I smiled and gently placed my hands behind his neck. I felt Michael’s tongue glide across my lower lip, asking for permission. I gladly opened my mouth and he slipped his tongue in. It was kind of a rush to know somebody could walk in at any moment. I was Luke’s younger sister and he had made it pretty clear that he didn’t want me dating his band mates. Scratch that, he didn't want me dating anyone. However, Michael and I had been dating behind his back for around three months now. I felt slightly bad for keeping it from everyone but Luke would throw a fit. For now, it was just Michael and I, in our own little world. Michael held onto my hips as he started to guide me across the room, not ever letting go of the kiss.

He moved to the bed and pushed me down. I squeaked out as I hit the mattress. “Sorry!” Michael flashed an apologetic smile before hopping onto the bed next to me. "Now where were we?“ He placed his arms on either side of me and kissed me again.

The kiss had once gain deepened when I heard the door slam open. It hit the wall so hard I thought the door was going to fall from it’s hinges. Michael practically jumped away from me. He moved to the other end of the bed, to the edge of it to be precise. I was confused and lost in the moment until it hit me, Luke. My eyes went wide as I looked up to see a fuming Luke in my door frame. Shit, I had definitely not wanted him to find out this way.

An uncomfortable silence lurked through the room and I decided to speak first. "Hey…”

“HEY?” Luke practically yelled. His voice rose in volume as he continued. “HEY? I WALK IN ON YOU MAKING OUT WITH ONE OF MY BAND MATES AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME IS HEY?”

I pulled my legs up to my chest, pulling my arms around them. I had stopped looking at Luke and found the my new focus my shoes. I felt extremely embarrassed, not only for me but for Michael. Luke would probably be pissed about this for months. The rest of the boys will tease him, there’s no doubt in my mind.

“W-we we’re going to tell you.” I began again, still not daring to look at him.

“When were you going to tell me? Huh?” Luke’s tone was milder than it had been before.

“I don't know… I just didn’t want you to flip out.”

“So me walking in on you two practically dry humping is better than just telling me you’re dating? Honestly I’m not even angry that you two are dating. Actually, I take that back, I’m ticked off that you two are dating. More than that, I’m angry that you would try to effortlessly to keep this from me. I thought we were closer than that.” Luke’s sighed as he shook his head, his eyes glancing anywhere but me.

“Luke we are close. If I thought you wouldn’t flip out, I definitely would have told you by now. Please don’t be mad at me, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry as well mate.” Michael chimed in.

Luke waited a moment before speaking again. “I’m going need some time to be ok with the thought of you two dating but I forgive you, both of you.”

My gaze finally left my shoes to look at Luke a smiled at him. “Aw group hug.” I said in a happy tone.

“No… NO. NO." Michael got up and began walking towards him as well, an evil smirk plastered across his face.

Luke started to back up into the hallway in hopes of escaping. Michael and I turned to face each other, knowing exactly what the other was thinking. We both tackled Luke, taking him to the floor.

"Ugh guys.” He groaned but I could still see the smile on his lips.