what she wants is michael

I Can’t Watch A Movie Without Making An Ass Of Myself - M.C.

Summary: Michael thinks he messed up. 

Pairing: Michael Clifford x  Female Reader

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“Fuck, that movie was disgusting,” Y/N shuddered as the closing credits started rolling down the screen. She sat up from her corner of the couch, reaching across Michael’s lap and grabbing one of the many bags of hot cheetos he stole from the convenience store. “You’re disgusting,” Michael shot back teasingly, giving her shoulder a playful nudge. “That’s one of my favorites, don’t be an ass.”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him and grabbed the remote, returning to the Netflix home screen. “What do you want to watch next?” She asked, scrolling through the movies. Michael knew this was a rhetorical question- she had already stopped on Pulp Fiction and gave him the puppy dog eyes. Michael couldn’t say no to a Tarantino movie or Y/N’s gorgeous eyes, so he let out a sarcastic groan and nodded. Y/N squealed in excitement and hit play, then let her head fall back onto Michael’s shoulder. His breath hitched slightly.

Through the movie, Y/N had her head on Michael’s shoulder and her arms around his soft torso. Michael couldn’t focus on the movie in front of him when the love of his life was cuddling him, and he was just sitting there like a total douche. His arm slowly snaked around Y/N’s waist, butterflies erupting in his stomach as she curled closer to him, humming with contentment. Michael got too caught up in the moment. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on the top of Y/N’s head.

“Michael,” Y/N mumbled warily, sitting up and looking at her best friend. The movie was paused. Fuck, Michael thought, mentally beating himself up. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Michael sighed, bending over and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Michael, I-” Y/N began, but Michael wasn’t done talking.

“I’m sorry I kissed you, that was a total dick move of me. It’s just- I’m… I’m in love with you, Y/N. I know I’m nothing to you, I’m total scum-of-the-earth probably, but I just want you to know you’re everything to me. Oh my god, I can’t watch a damn movie without making an ass out of myself! When you laid on me I was stupid and assumed that-”

Y/N leaned in and connected her lips to Michael’s very gently, one hand resting on his neck and the other pressed lightly against his chest. Michael’s eyes widened and he let out a surprised squeak, but he quickly relaxed and let his eyes closed as his lips moved in sync with Y/N’s. She pulled back shortly after, a smile curving on her face. “That was an excellent way of telling me to shut up,” Michael breathed out, a grin forming on his own face. Y/N leaned in again, but this time she let her forehead rest on his.

“I love you too, Michael,” she giggled, kissing him again.


Michael x Reader

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Part One 

Part Two

“I heard you brought (Y/N) home.” Tommy chuckled after finding Michael lazily slumped in his office with a daft grin on his face.


“Bloody hell Tommy she’s been home almost a week and you’ve not noticed.” Michael chuckled.

“Well I’ve only just come back from London and the first thing I get is an earful from Esme.” Tommy chuckled and nodded towards the whisky and tumblers sat on the desk.


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i think the best way to properly exemplify the differences between michael and rafael is their ~grand romantic gestures~ rafael gets jane’s favorite author to propose to her very publicly after, like, 4 months. rafael’s proposal, while romantic, wasn’t exactly considerate. he didn’t talk to jane’s family, the most important people to her, or even jane herself about what she wanted for their future. michael goes to jane’s abuela and learns to speak his vows in spanish, fully immersing himself in jane’s family, culture and religion. that, for me, is what separates the two of them. rafael will always be impulsive and rash and self-centered when it comes to his feelings for jane. michael will always put jane’s happiness, her wants and needs, above his own. 

Basically everything I’ve written in the last month has started with a message to queenmeg and ended with her egging me on to write it. So enjoy some fake ah crew mavinsegwood fic. WC: 1612

Meg wasn’t in the habit of denying herself things she wanted. She was a go-getter, ambitious, but not to the point of hurting the people around her. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it, and she didn’t care if the people who watched from the outside thought she was a bitch because of it, and right now, she wanted the Vagabond.

Some might think she was being selfish, she had three wonderful partners already, but she wasn’t in the habit of denying them what they wanted either. She came home to Michael, Gavin, and Lindsay, the loves of her life, and she listened to them talk about their day spent as Mogar, Vav, and Ruby Rose, making notes for what would make a good story for the next day. Part of what made her so good at her job is that inside knowledge of crew life, she worked hard at her job, but if her partners were gonna make it easier for her, she knew that part of success was to accept help when it was offered. And without fail, every day when they began to talk about what had happened a certain someone happened to come up in at least one of their stories.

Usually it’s when she’s alone with one of them. While she’s curled up with Gavin on the couch, while Michael and Lindsay made dinner, “Michael and Ryan were picking on me, Turney, but I know I’m right, if you flip a coin three times-”

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Eggs (Michael Clifford Blurb)

Relationship: Michael x Reader

Words: 379

Requests are open

Author’s Note: You wake Michael up, convincing him to help you cure your pregnancy cravings.   I didn’t have time to proofread so hopefully there’s not too many errors. Let me know what you think! :) 

“Mikey,” you whined. Michael stirred beside you, his hand shooting to your protruding belly. His eyes blinked rapidly adjusting to the dark room. “The baby’s hungry.” Before you could even tell Michael tonight’s pregnancy craving he was out of the bed, pulling on the closets pair of jeans he could fine. “You don’t have to leave,” you said.

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