michaelclifford: couple of guys doin dude stuff

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All stories contain explicit language and sexual content.

MICHAEL CLIFFORD all of the lights He was trouble. Everyone had warned you, everyone had told you to avoid him like the plague. You knew that you should have known better, that you shouldn’t be wasting your time on someone like him – but you were in far too deep now for any sort of logical thinking.

yes (all of the lights - pt 2) The apartment wasn’t exactly ideal: it had a leaky tap in the bathroom and a kitchen window that would only open if you pushed on the frame a certain way, but none of that mattered to you – you would live anywhere as long as Michael was there with you. He worked three jobs to pay the rent: the morning shift in a coffee shop, afternoons in a record store downtown and most nights in a dive bar a few blocks away. You wanted to help, you had begged him to  even let you get a part time job on the weekends, you wanted to take some of the pressure off him. But he was determined that you graduated, you only had three weeks left of school and he was adamant that he could support you until you finished; he wasn’t going to let you sacrifice your education – you had already made enough sacrifices to be with him.

the day after tomorrow “We need to be quick,” Michael mumbled into your mouth. You nodded as he pushed your body down onto the backseat. The first time you had had sex in his car you had wound up a mess of tangled, twisted limbs - but you’d done it so many times now that you were practically experts at fitting your bodies into the confined space. Everything about this situation was a mess, you weren’t under any illusion that it could possibly be anything else. You didn’t want to be this person - you didn’t want to be the girl who was fucking a married man. You really didn’t know how it had gotten to this stage, how you had become so consumed by him that you were willing to simply forget that he had a wife waiting for him at home. It was pathetic and you knew it; you knew that he would never actually follow through on his constant promises to leave her, you knew that he just said it because he knew that’s what you wanted to hear. He would never be yours, she had all of him; but you were so desperately in love with him at this point that you were willing to take any little piece of him he was prepared to give you.

the day after tomorrow - ii For nearly 2 years Michael had been promising you that he would leave her, that you would ride off into the sunset together and live happily ever after. Maybe you were a fool, but you believed him when he said that he loved you – it was just that he loved her swell. You knew that the fact that you were pregnant wouldn’t change anything. You had tried to prepare yourself for the moment when he would inevitably be forced to choose – and even though you knew that he would choose her, you could have never prepared yourself for how it felt when he actually did. “I can’t… I can’t have a baby Y/N. We can’t have a baby.”

the way she moves Of course Michael was jealous. She’d begged him to take her dancing, and then spent the whole night draped over every guy who had paid her any kind of attention. But that’s just what she did; Michael had  come to expect nothing less. She leaned over and smashed her mouth against his, grabbing his hair as she kissed him with such force that it took his breath away. “Don’t be a dick Mikey, I’m just having fun.”

CALUM HOOD let her go “Y/N,” he said, almost in a whisper. “Hi Calum,” you said, grasping the handle of your suitcase so tight that your knuckles were starting to turn white. A look of total disbelief took over his face. “What…” he said. “What are you doing here?” “I just- I just wanted to know that you were-” you said. “I just needed to see you.” Without thinking Calum stepped out into the hall and almost collapsed onto you, clinging to your body as though his life depended on it.“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered. “I’m here Cal,” you said, dropping your case and wrapping your arms around him. “I’m right here.” happy new year “You want one?” he asked, holding his open cigarette packet out to you. “Sure,” you said, pulling out one of the cigarettes and placing it between your teeth. “Here,” he said, flicking his lighter and holding it out towards you. You leant over and let the flame light the cigarette between your lips, inhaling the tobacco before blowing smoke from your mouth. “Thanks.” “This view is pretty amazing, isn’t it?” Calum said, before lighting his own cigarette. “Yeah,” you said, looking out at the view in front of you: the ocean was so calm and the perfectly white sand was illuminated by the moon in the star-filled night sky. You both sat in silence, finishing your cigarettes and just staring out at the beach. You felt like you were in a movie, things like this didn’t happen in real life – you don’t just meet exceptionally charming, handsome strangers when you’re on holiday with your parents – and yet here you were; sitting on the most beautiful beach in the world with the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. bring him home “Oh my God Calum,” you cried, throwing yourself into his arms, causing him to drop the cloth kit bag he was carrying. “Hi baby,” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around and softly kissing the top of your head as you as you buried your face into the rough wool of his tunic, desperate to hear the sound of his beating heart. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” you asked, holding onto him so tightly that your knuckles were starting to turn white. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” “Your parents have gone to town for the night,” you said, lifting your head. “They won’t be back until the morning.” “Well then I’ll see them in the morning,” Calum replied. “The only person I really want to see is standing right here.”

video games “I have an idea.” “Sounds promising,” Calum said, running his tongue over one of the dark purple marks he had left on your neck earlier that night. “It’s kind of a going away present.” “Go on.” “We should record ourselves.”

LUKE HEMMINGS in your atmosphere You swallowed hard. You’d known Luke for years: along with Michael and Calum he’d spent a vast amount of time at your house, making far too much noise, taking up far too much space and eating far too much food. You liked him, he always been nothing but nice to you, but you’d always just seen him as one of your brother’s friends – nothing more. But standing in that hallway you suddenly felt like you were seeing him for the first time. Had he gotten taller since you saw him last? Had his eyes always been that blue? Had he always looked that good with stubble? young volcanoes Luke Hemmings was an asshole. He was easily the most arrogant, pretentious, self-centered dickhead you had ever met. Everything about him annoyed you: his smug grin, his stupid lip piercing, his ability to give you the most mind-blowing orgasms you had ever experienced. history lessons “Y/N,” Luke moaned into your mouth. “Wait. Wait a minute.” You pulled away from him and sat back. “What’s wrong?” “It’s just that…” Luke began, looking down to where his hands were still gripping your sides. “I… it’s just that, well. I…” “Luke?” “Yeah?” he glanced back up at you. He looked embarrassed, as though he couldn’t quite bring himself to say the words he wanted to say. So you said them for him. “Have you done this before?”

ASHTON IRWIN sleeping with the light on You hadn’t even realized that you’d fallen asleep. Last thing you could remember was laying in your empty bed as you aimlessly watched some movie that you’d come across whilst flicking through the channels for what felt like the hundredth time that night. It was the warmth of Ashton’s body and the soft movement of his lips on your shoulder that roused you from your somewhat peaceful slumber.

starving “Never?” You were already regretting the words you had let slip out of your lips.“You’re joking right?” Ashton asked. “You have to be joking.” You couldn’t read his tone; and if he was about to start mocking you, you really weren’t in the mood.“Just forget I said anything,” you said. You attempted to clamber to your feet; but before you even really had the chance to move, Ashton grabbed your wrist. “Y/N.” “Ash,” you said, trying to sound as stern as possible. “I said forget it.” He held your gaze for a moment, before his face broke into a grin. “Seriously Y/N, where the hell have you been finding the guys you’ve been fucking?” You thumped him on the arm. “Ashton!” “What?” he laughed. “I just want to know where my best friend has been picking up these losers that haven’t been able to make her cum.”

MADE IN THE AM SERIES 1. love me goodbye (ashton irwin/ofc) 2. a.m. (michael clifford/ofc) 3. i want to write you a song (luke lemmings/ofc)

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ashtonirwin: You’ll never stop us. (@michaelclifford was being cool elsewhere)