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ughkat · 8 months

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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

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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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bartxnhood · 8 months

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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

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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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lovebombs4life · 7 months

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wildest dreams - m.g.c.

requested: no, it was on my list of song fics :)

a/n: i write so much smut its wild

cw: SMUT !! shower sex, unprotected sex, slow, soft sex

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i laughed and screamed as michael splashed me with water, diving under to grab my legs. i tried swimming away, but he was far quicker. we decided to have a pool day today, which ended up as us staying in the pool quite literally, all day.

he pulled we into him, kissing my chlorine soaked skin. “let’s get out of the pool, yeah? it’s getting dark out.” he smiled. i nodded, swimming to the edge of the pool i pulled myself out of the water, michael following behind me, slapping my ass.

i giggled, turning around and looking at him. we grabbed our towels, trying off. i watched as his swimsuit hung down, showing his v line. he watched me bite my lip, smirking slightly. “wanna shower?” he asked, looking at my body.

“a shower sounds nice.” i smiled, following behind him as we walked into the house. he lead us into our shared bathroom, grabbing the led remote, turning on the lights, and changing them to red. i giggled, watching him pull his shorts down.

i began untying my top, being stopped by michael, who did it for me. i thanked him, giving him a soft kiss. i pulled off my bottoms, and stepped into the glass shower, turning on the water. michael got in after me, kissing my shoulders.

i grabbed my shampoo, lathering it into my hair, before doing the same to michael. he helped me rinse the soap out, his hands trailing down my body, squeezing my hips.

“michael,” i gasped, his hands grabbing my ass. he kisses my back, giving me small bites. i moaned at the softness of it all, michael chuckling softly at me. he reached in front of me, grabbing my body wash and my scrub.

he rubbed the soap on my body, gently scrubbing my skin. he allowed me to rinse off, before washing himself too. “you’re so fucking beautiful, darling.” he whispered, turning me around to look at him.

i swallowed hard, looking at him through my lashes. he kissed me softly, slipping his tongue between my lips. my hands tangled into his hair as he pressed me against the glass of the shower. he grabbed my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist.

i moaned into the kiss, feelings his cock sliding against my slit. he bit my bottom lip, pulling on it with his teeth. i whined, trying to slide him inside me.

“so impatient baby, want me that bad?” he teased his tip against me. i nodded my head, only being able to pant out an “uh-huh.” he pushed my hips down against his, his dick sinking into my heat.

i bit his shoulder, his pace slow. “fuck baby, feel so good angel.” he huffed, wrapping his arms around me as he fucked into me. i could feel the veins in his cock, intensifying the sensation.

his lips ran down my body, speeding his pace up just slightly. my hand grasped back towards the glass, trying to hold on to anything i could. “doing so good for me baby, so fucking good.” he whimpered as i tugged at his hair.

i connected my lips to his, trying to hold back from cumming. i pulsated around him, gasping for air. “go on darling, cum for me, cum on my cock.” he moaned, squeezing my ass.

my body shook with pleasure, turning into putty as he held me, still thrusting his hips into me. “cum for me mikey, come on baby,” i panted, loosely pulling his once more.

my encouragement sent him over the edge, his cum spilling to me. he breathed heavily, slowly setting me back to the ground.

i turned off the water, leaning back against the wall. he helped me out of the shower, drying me off. the bathroom was filled with steam, the mirror covered in fog.

once we dried off, we went back to our room, laying down in bed. we gave each other soft kisses, drifting off to sleep after our long day in the water.

#michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #5sos #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #5sos5 #michael 5sos #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #ashton 5sos #michael clifford smut #michael clifford imagines

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germanpostwarmodern · 2 years

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Multi-Purpose Complex „Ahoy“ (1968-71) in Rotterdam, the Netherlands, by Ernest Groosman with F.G. van der Stoep and M.G.C. Pinnoo

#1960s #convention center #concrete #architecture #netherlands #architektur #rotterdam #ernest groosman

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autism-purgatory · 5 months

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WHAT IF, LAST & BEFORE THE BEGINNING please! (feel free to pick whichever project you're working on for this <3)

Here’s some stuff from Grayguard:

Last: “Commander!” I cried out, tears flowing down my battered face as I could only watch. The Demon glanced my way, and smiled as he and Commander Mila vanished in the flames.

Before the beginning (this one’s about LunuL) It was a nightmare for the Wild Fire crew to legally access Earth. Leo’s claims of wanting to study it wouldn’t fly, and Ren’s claims of being part of the M.G.C didn’t work either. Astra’s Solar Hunter’s license, by some miracle, gave them legal access to Earth.

#ask #writing #wip #writing asks #Oh hey I’m rambling :)

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itisannak · 4 years

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‘Lover is a day’ by Cuco (4/4 Preference)

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Summary: Stories with your fav based on the song 'Lover is a day' by Cuco (Requested) (Words: 2.2k)

Ashton (His POV)

“Lovely day today, perfect time to open up to you. But I know you’re having fun wouldn’t wanna mess this up for you. But I’m happy that you’re happy and at least I do that much for you. Always glad you’re with me this emotion will be gone before you know.”

“Are you ready, love?” (Y/N) asks me, placing her hand softly on my back. I feel startled, gasping under her touch, even though it could be compared to being grazed by a feather. “Did I scare you? I am so sorry, thought you heard me when I called your name.” (Y/N) apologizes, smiling at me as I turn to look at her. She stares at me softly, a smile curling her lips up, which only makes me mirror it, the contagiousness of it never fails to affect me. “I was just thinking… Don’t worry about it.” I mumble, leaning in to press a kiss on her forehead. “Thinking about what?” She asks, a playful smirk appearing on her lips. “Thinking about which road we should take to get to the beach faster…” I reply, picking up the bag with our beach stuff.

“If you really think about it, this is our first road trip together… Even if it is a mini one.” (Y/N) murmurs, scrolling through her playlist as I drive us out of town. “Complaining?” I ask her, heart fluttering in my chest at the thought of disappointing her, or letting boredom penetrate into our relationship. “No, just saying…” She chirps, leaning her head against my shoulder. I take my eyes off the road for a split second, just to take a look at her; the way the sun hits her skin, the way her smile changes her face into a soft, almost childish look, the way she looks so calm, so warm…

“Let’s find a secluded place. Let it be just me and you for a moment.” I suggest, craving a moment of privacy with her, craving having the chance of having a real word with her, without fearing whether we will be seen or heard, or attract attention on us. “Sounds dreamy…” She replies, pecking on my arm softly. I set the stuff in the sand, laying the towels down and stripping out of my clothes. (Y/N) runs straight to the water, her little sundress flowing behind as she skips happily into the ocean. The fabric sticks to her skin, gluing on her body but she still lets the waves crash on her body and she still beams with happiness.

I yearned for the minute it would be me and her, and I could finally open up to her, spill the words that are eating my mind, tell her everything I have in my brain. But I would be damned if I ruined her joy but crashing her under the weight of all the thoughts in my head. So, I just keep my mouth shut, dropping my clothes in the bag and walking to her, pulling her into a hug as she giggles. “And I was just about to ask you if you’d join me…” She chuckles, grazing her fingers softly under my jaw. “I just need a moment… I just needed a moment to soak you in and all the happiness you radiate…” I murmur and she hums softly. “The happiness won’t go away, you have time to soak it in…” She replies, standing on her toes and planting a kiss on my lips. Oh, baby… Happiness is nothing but a loan.

Calum

Furthering my distance from you. Realistically, I can’t leave now. But I am okay as long as you keep me from going crazy.

My keys jingle as I try to unlock the door, making me curse myself for making a sound. It is well past 2 in the morning, she is probably fast asleep long ago; knowing her routine, she has less than 4 hours to get up and get ready for work.

I don’t know why I kept myself out of the house for so many hours. I was supposed to be back and have a date night with her at 9, give her the attention she has been asking me for so long.

I find the lights open when I enter the house, making my breath hitch to the back of my throat. I know that this is enough for us to pick up a fight; honestly, being out of reach for so many hours would be reason enough for anyone to justly pick up a fight.

I leave my keys on the little counter by the door as quietly as I can. Walking inside the living room, I feel my body giving up, suddenly becoming a bit too tired to function. She is laying on the couch, only her robe covering her body, protecting her from the breeze entering the window in this Californian night. A glass of wine is resting on the floor by her, half-empty and with her fingers touching the bubble. Her face is still covered with makeup, her dark red lipstick smudged to the side of her mouth, probably staining the sleeve of her garment as her hand is supporting her head.

I feel my shoulders dropping, the breath I was holding finally coming out of my lungs as I take the sight; there is not a single doubt that she still feels like home to me, the familiar warmth that is spreading in my guts feeling too comforting for me to quit her just yet. But the feeling of this home has been fading, little by little.

The place where it is supposed to consist of me and her, just us, suddenly feeling overcrowded.

But the familiarity of it is the last bit of sanity I have left, making me crave it like an addict.

I pick up the glass from the floor and take it to the kitchen, spilling the remains of the booze down the drain. I take a deep breath, my hand going straight to my temples and rubbing them to fight the headache that has started forming, making my head feel like it is throbbing.

I release a huff before I drag my feet to the living room, leaning down to pick her up. She deserves to sleep on a bed, she deserves to rest, she deserves everything I can offer, but there is not much I have left for her.

Luke

Time changed We’re different But my mind still says redundant things Can I not think?

Stumbling at her doorstep at midnight, all I wish for is for her to open the door. My hands are in my pockets, face flushed and a heartbeat that echos like a drum inside my chest, but my mind keeps screaming at me to get to her, see her once more. I press my finger on the doorbell, praying she will open her door; honestly, I know that if I was her, I wouldn’t want to hear another word, but I hoping that her heart is still as big as I was when we were together. The door opens hesitantly, only a small gap from the frame to the actual door letting her peek at me. “Luke?” She asks, as if she is trying to realize what is going on. “Can I come in?” I ask, twisting my fingers as I feel nervousness wash all over me. She doesn’t let a word out, only stares at me and sighs before moving away and allowing me to get in.

I look around me, her house feeling cold, just as her presence around me. “Luke, what are you doing here?” She asks, already sounding done with me. “I wanted to see you.” I turn to look at her, sniffling as she stares at me blankly. “I think you should leave, Luke. This is not good, for neither of us. And please, just… leave me alone… We broke up.” She lets out, pointing to her door. I shift my gaze between her and the exit and decide to plant my feet where I am standing and just speak out of my heart, tell her everything that dances in my mind. “I know that, I know we broke up. And I want you to know that not seeing you is not good for me, so I guess seeing you can’t be worse than that. I have been going through every moment that led to our break up, every little detail, up until the point you said those words. And honestly, I don’t know why you and I couldn’t make it past the problems… I don’t know how we came to that. It tears me apart, laying in an empty bed every night and just imagining how things could have gone a different way. It’s always been you and I, since the very beginning, and I hate that I have to be in a world where I have to leave without you. So, please, don’t tell me that seeing you is not good for me. Please, don’t ask me to leave when all I want is to stay.” I let the words out of my mouth, shaking as I try to put them in order, make a sense out of what I am trying to tell her.

“You and I, Luke… We are not the same anymore. We are not who we were when we got together. I looked at you and all I saw was a stranger. I tried to blame it on the years that went by, on the fame that has been a part of you all of a sudden and how it changed you… But it was more than that. Luke, I am different too. I am not the same person as I was in the beginning, I barely recognize myself. And the person I have become really can’t be with the person you have turned into. So just, just go. The more you think about me, the more you see me, the harder it gets. Please, go, move on. You have a great life, great friends, a great career. Soon you will have a great special someone, who is going to take away the memory of me and you. Please, Luke. Don’t go through the trauma of that night all over again.” She states, moving to the door and opening it for me. For a moment, I beg myself to stay there, remain motionless. But seeing her look at me, pleading me to leave her house, makes me drag my feet across the floor toward the door.

I lean down pressing a kiss on her forehead. “Take care.” I whisper before walking through the door. “You too.” She replies, seconds before she shuts the door.

Michael

Cause you immediate presence lifts me straight away from hell Me & Mr. Heart, we say the cutest things about you How you seem unreal and we’d probably die so quick without you Suffocated from the radiated air around us.

Holy fuck, look at her… She is the most gorgeous being in the whole entire world. Nothing else has any meaning right now, but her. She glows, radiating enough light to power the whole room. And the way her dress flows behind her, the way her hair would make any angel jealous. Fuck, I can’t wait for her to be mine, to hold and love for the rest of my life. She finally reaches the end of the aisle, stopping for a moment and smiling at me. I am too scared to move, the fear of this being just a dream that I will wake up from if I move too suddenly turning me into a stone.

She walks up the few steps that lead to me, and I swear to God, I’ve never felt the urge to kiss her this badly ever before. “You look… Freaking breathtaking…” I gasp, taking her hands in mine. “You don’t look that bad yourself as well.” She giggles, biting her bottom lip. “Are you ready?” The ordain asks us, making both of us nod in unison, my heart beating excitedly for what is about to happen.

“Friends, family, loved ones. We gathered here today to celebrate the love of two young people. Seeing them together, experiencing their true, unique love, brings me a loss of words. So, I was more than relieved when they asked me to let them do all the talking, speak from their hearts. It is my pleasure and privilege to let this amazing couple take the spotlight.” The ordain smiles at us, gesturing for me to speak up.

"My love... I have been waiting for this day since the day I met you. The first time I saw you, my heart fluttered, I felt warm and fuzzy, I felt like I was in a trance. I have been craving you ever since, I think my life has gotten more complete since you have gotten into it. You have this magical power, this magic force that dwells within you that no matter what I am going through, no matter how bad things are, you lift me up, you make me feel a hundred times better. God, I don't know how you can be so positive, so loving, so amazing... I love you with every fiber of my being, and I vow to keep on loving you, keep on being your number 1 fan until the end of time. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, my angel." I finish off, bringing her hand to my lips, smiling at her as she seems a little too emotional, almost about to cry.

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rockattitudegr · 3 years

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Πέθανε, σε ηλικία 88 ετών, ο εμβληματικός ρόκερ Δημήτρης Πολύτιμος.

Ο θρύλος της ελληνικής ροκ σκηνής, ο πιανίστας που με την μπάντα του, τους M.G.C., έκανε support στους Rolling Stones το 1967 και φιλοξένησε στην Αθήνα τον Eric Clapton.

#Δημήτρης Πολύτιμος #Dimitris Politimos #M.G.C.#MGC #greek scene

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theworldofwars · 2 years

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Machine Gun Corps officer, wearing trench waders, stands at the entrance of a captured German dug-out under the ruined Church at Beaumont Hamel, November, 1916. Dug-out nicknamed 'M.G.C. Ye Corner House'.

#ww1 #ww1 history #world war one #The Great War #wwi #The First World War #France #Belgium #the western front #historical photos #history #world history #military history #canada remembers

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maliahanalole · 2 years

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I know that you came from god. Your dark brown skin shines like emeralds in the sun. Your lips come from wine, most sweet and divine. Your body through Christ is shaped like a Greek god. Your spirit is your temple and you make room for me. You extend two fingers to save me, they are that strong, and you pull me back to safety with all ten. Into your graces I go, it feels like home but without chaos. You are my quiet place, where I can hear your heart beat at a pace it hasn’t beat before. Where I can smell your smell and reminisce about the time you gave me your sweater. I know you came from god because it just doesn’t get any better.

-M.G.C

#love #poetrybae #instagood #tumblr #instagram #writewhenyoufeel #writing #poetrycommunity #poemsontumblr #poetry #poem #tumblr girls

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ughkat · 8 months

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"you're doing so good." | m.g.c

short fluff ❥

boyfriend michael helps you learn some chords on the guitar

michael x reader, kisses, petnames

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You're getting it babe, keep going." Michael smiled from behind me. I sat focused in his lap, guitar in hand. I bent my fingers to the correct frets and strings trying to strum a simple G chord. Michael wrapped his arms around me, placing his fingers over over mine. He carefully adjusted my placement, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"Mike, I think my fingers are too small." I giggled. He shook his head before speaking.

"I don't think so, try again." He urged with a cheeky grin. I sighed and carefully strummed the ear straining chord. I dramatically dropped my head in defeat, Michael laughing behind me.

"I think we just have to accept that there's only one guitar player in this house." I joked. Michael wrapped his arms around me tighter, gently giving me a playful squeeze.

"But baby, I know you can do it." He groaned, stretching out his words. He buried his face into the back on my neck, my hair covering him.

"If I keep trying, can we take a nap when I get it right?" I whined, Michael slowly perked his head back up.

"Absolutely." He grinned, placing a kiss on my cheek, "Now keep going!" He jolted me by my shoulders. I rolled my head back with a sarcastic groan, tending back to the guitar on my lap. I strategically placed my fingers back on the fretboard, closely studying my placement. I looked back at Michael for affirmation, earning a simple nod in response. I let out a sigh and brushed my thumb along the strings, strumming down generously. The sound of what was almost a note rang through the guitar, a sound much more pleasant than before. I quickly turned my bead to Michael, who's face was lit up with a cheerful smile. He raised two fists of victory before speaking.

"Yes! That was almost something!" He giggled. I narrowed my eyes with a smile and gave him a playful slap on the leg.

"Hey, that was much better than my other attempts." I sneered. He brushed the hair off my shoulder, placing a kiss under my ear.

"You're doing so good, baby." He spoke softly. "You learned the first chord, now you just have the rest of the song to go." He muttered with a smirk. I pulled away from him with a scoff, turning around with a giggle.

"Whatever." I smiled, leaning back into Michael behind me.

#5sos #5sos fanfic #luke 5sos #calum 5sos #michael 5sos #ashton 5sos #michael clifford #michael clifford smut #michael clifford blurb #michael clifford imagine #5sos edit #5sos blurb #5sos fic #5sos imagine #luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin

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devilatmydoor · 3 years

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all i want for christmas I m.g.c

a/n; another installment to my ficmas event! after seeing the prompts on the list i immediately thought of michael! enjoy!

prompts used; "I got the biggest blanket for us to share." & "Pajama's and movies sound perfect."

summary; you and your boyfriend michael watch christmas movies and drink hot chocolate.

pairing; michael/reader // word count;910 (idk who i am this is under 1k) // no warning, pure fluff

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Crisp air from the opened window causing you to wake up from your peaceful nap with him. You attempted to move from your position next to him while his arms wrapped tightly. His head nuzzled in your neck, "5 more minutes."

You giggled turning to face your attention to his face; his disheveled blonde fringe, brown facial hair softly scratching your skin as his eyes remained closed. "I'm freezing Mikey'

"All the more reason to stay, 10 more minutes." He insisted while your agenda was to close the window.

"Baby you said 5."

"I'm too comfortable to move," He sighed snuggling as close as he possibly could to you.

You sighed in contempt as your sleepy boyfriend snuggled you for however long he seemed fit. Your body temperature returning normal as he pressed soft kisses to your neck, you giggled in response "'Michael! That tickles!"

His adorable giggle in your ear made you swoon as he kept kissing your neck, "I can’t help but kiss you."

"Mhmm, I have an idea for tonight." You admitted as his head perked up.

"And that would be?"

"Change into our matching pajamas, watch Christmas movies, and drink hot cocoa in the living room by the fireplace." You suggested as the glimmer in his eyes made you smile.

"Pajamas and movies sound perfect." He kissed your cheek sweetly as he let go of you and got out of your shared bed.

You followed him and changed into your matching pajamas as he blushed when you'd look at him. "I can make hot chocolate," You suggested as he took the hint.

"You make too much hot chocolate one time and you’re never allowed to make it again." He winked as he grabbed your hand.

"Well, you can never have too much hot chocolate."

"Babe tell that to Calum, remember last Christmas? I made way too much." He giggled as he walked with you to the kitchen.

"We were drinking hot chocolate with every meal for weeks after." You teased as you linked arms with him.

He laughed as he shook his head while the dogs walked up to you, tails wagging as they yelped for attention. "I'll take them outside and I'll get everything ready okay?"

"Okay my love," You unlinked your arms as you kissed his lips softly.

He smiled as he called for the dogs to follow him, you walked to the fridge to grab milk and looked for the Ghirardelli hot chocolate you both loved.

Pouring 4 cups of milk in a pan and getting it to the right temperature you added the powder into the liquid. Hearing Michael talking to the dogs in the living room telling them to quit hogging the blankets.

Instantly smiling as you shut the stove off and reaching for the mugs above you. You felt one of his hands on your hips as he reached above you to grab the mugs above you, "Here you go babe." His voice was soft and endearing.

"Thank you baby, everything ready?" You asked you poured hot chocolate in the cups.

He hummed in your ear before he pressed a soft kiss below your earlobe, "Mhm, I've got The Holiday ready for us."

You sighed constantly as you turned around to face him, "Thank you." His smile instantly making you smile as he kissed your forehead.

"Anything for you." He smiled grabbing a mug filled with hot chocolate.

"You're the best," You swooned grabbing your mug as you walked with him into the living room.

"Only for the best," Michael smiled as he reached for the blanket, "I got the biggest blanket for us to share."

"That sounds perfect." You smiled as you set your mug on the table in front of the couch, Michael set his down before sitting on the couch. He looked at you and patted the cushion for you, you sat close to him as the movie began. The coziest blanket draped over both of you as you enjoyed hot chocolate and Michael's cuddles.

Once the both of you finished your drinks, Michael laid on the couch as you settled yourself between his legs and laid your back to his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist as you relaxed fully. Michael started Elf as you realized you hadn’t gotten anything for him for Christmas, “Babe?”

“Hmm?”

You turned your body around to face him, “You never told me what you want for Christmas.”

“Psh, babe I don’t need anything.”

You gave him your infamous ‘Michael I’m not joking’ look, “Michael.”

“What? I don’t!”

“But I know you got me something.” You raised your eyebrows hoping he’d give in.

“All I want for Christmas is right in front of me. All I want for Christmas is you and you’re all that I need.” He cooed as he kissed your lips softly as you felt his hands resting on your hips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “All I want for Christmas is you.”

He started humming the song, “Being with you makes the season so much better.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.” He smiled at you before declaring. “My heart is yours completely.”

“Oh Michael, I am so in love with you.” You beamed as his eyes met yours.

“Oh my love, I am so in love with you.” Michael gushed as his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, your mouth opening to deepen the kiss as you pressed your chest against his.

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lovebombs4life · 8 months

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been thinking a lot about emo era mike and his red hair 🥵🥵🥵🥵

sex ed - m.g.c.

requested: yes. i have like three other michael requests and im so excited to write them!!

a/n: work and school are lowkey kicking my ass!!

cw: i think yall know it’s SMUT already. high school AU!! reader and michael are both seniors in high school (both 18), a bit of rough sex

———

it was no secret that michael clifford was attractive. and it was even less of a secret that we both liked each other, but simply denied that we did.

he’d wink at me in the halls, making my stomach erupt with butterflies. any class we had together, he’d try and sit close to me, whispering to me the whole time, flirting with me.

“oh come on y/n, it’s so obvious that he likes you, there’s no way you can still be denying it!” my friend exclaimed while we sat together at lunch.

“shut up! he could hear you!” i hushed her, looking for his flaming red hair. she only smirked, knowing what i was doing.

“not only does he like you, but you like him. he flirts with you constantly dumbass, ask him out already.” she poked at me, making me turn back to her.

“i can’t do that. he’d laugh in my face.” i said, running my hands through my hair. my friend laughed, looking across the cafeteria.

“the way he’s staring at you over there doesn’t seem like he’d laugh.” she kept laughing. i turned my head around, spotting him.

he smirked at me, winking. i blushed, waving at him. he returned the gesture before i turned back around. i put my face in my hands, trying to hide my blush.

my friend rolled her eyes at me. “and you’re still gonna deny that?” she spoke, getting up as the bell rung.

my stomach did flips as i realized my next class was with michael. i walked into the health room, seeing todays topic written on the board.

my eyes widened. why did we have to talk about sex ed? we talked about it last year. i sat down in my seat, my head resting in my hands. i took a deep breath as i saw michael walk in the class.

he sat next to me, reading the board. he threw his head back, and i couldn’t help but admire him. “you’re staring, y/n.” he chuckled.

i quickly faced forward again, my cheeks turning bright red. “i’m sorry.” i said softly, embarrassed that i was looking at him for so long.

“don’t be, it’d be a lie if i said i didn’t stare at you before. hard not to.” he said, smiling at me.

i widened my eyes at him, making him laugh. “you seem so shocked. you caught me earlier, imagine how many more times it’s happened, babe.” he said. i blushed harder at the name.

“i guess i never realized.” i said, turning my head away. i could feel his presence tense up. “am- am i making you uncomfortable? i can stop, im sorry.” he said, worried he did something wrong.

i turned my head straight back to him, grabbing his hand. “no, i’m not uncomfortable. just, i don’t know, didn’t think you saw me like that.” i spoke softly.

it was his turn to blush, seeing as i grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. “i thought i made it obvious. i’m sorry, i know you don’t feel the same.” he said, biting his lip while looking down.

i moved my hand to his face, making him look at me. “who said i don’t feel the same?” i questioned. his face went red. he shrugged his shoulders.

before either of us could say anything else, the bell rung, signaling that class was starting. “alright, i know you’d talked about all this before, but it’s mandatory that grades ten through twelve talk about it once a year.” the teacher groaned.

michael smirked slightly, placing his hand on my thigh. i sat up straight, looking at his hand. he drew small patterns on my leg, still looking forward.

our teacher turned out the lights, playing random videos that he was assigned to play. i spaced out, not caring to watch the videos.

i only snapped back when i felt michael’s hand move farther up my thigh. i bit down on my finger, looking over at him. he glanced at me quickly, smirking when he saw my reaction to his hand trailing up.

i squeezed my thighs together, trying to focus on the videos now. i didn’t want to, but i needed something to distract myself. i gasped quietly as his hand made its way between my legs, gently rubbing over me.

every movement he made quickly stopped when the lights turned back on. i blinked my eyes, turning my head to look at him. he was staring straight forward, biting his lip.

“alright guys, i want you to talk with your table partner you’re next to. i’m assigning you a project to draw a poster of the reproductive system of both male and female parts. it will be due next monday, so i suggest working out a way to meet after school.” the teacher spoke blandly.

“wanna come to my house after school?” michael questioned, looking at me. i nodded, biting my lip as i looked at him. he smirked, giving me his number.

“meet at the main doors after our last class. i’ll give you a ride there.” he said.

“o-okay, sounds great.” i breathed out, the events of what just happened playing through my head.

———

the last few classes of the day droned on. i couldn’t sit still in my seat, thinking of what would happen at michael’s house.

i was definitely overthinking it, but i let my mind wander and race anyway. i tapped my foot, waiting for the bell to ring.

once it did, i shoved my things into my bag quickly, and hurried to the front of the school. as i made my way through the crowd, my phone buzzed.

waiting outside, sweetheart

it was michael. i blushed at the name, putting my phone away, shoving through people. i made it out the door, instantly seeing the red haired boy.

“ready?” he asked once he saw me.

“yeah, let get out of here.” i smiled, following him to his car. he lead me to a black mustang, shining as if it were brand new. i gaped at it, adoring how pretty it was.

he opened my door for me, and closing it once i got in. i giggled at the action, watching him make his way to the driver side.

“i hope you don’t mind that my parents aren’t home. they’re both at work.” he said, starting up the car.

“not at all, that’s okay.” i said. my head started spinning. i laid my head back against the car seat, shutting my eyes as i took a deep breath.

“hey, you okay? we can always go to your place if you wanted.” i shot my eyes open, shaking me head.

“no! i mean, just too many distractions.” i said, lowering my voice as i spoke. he nodded, his eyes glued to the road.

we soon pulled up to his house, parking in the driveway. he got out of the car quickly, making it to the other side to open my door. i smiled at him as he grabbed my hand, helping me out.

he shut the door, leading me inside of his house. “so you want a house tour or-” he started.

“lets cut the small talk, mikey. we both know why you brought me to your house.” i cut him off. his cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.

“so? i won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

i stepped closer to him, leaning to his ear. “i’ll do anything you want me to.” i whispered. that sent him over the edge.

he gripped my wrist, pulling me upstairs, into his room. he pushed me to the bed, getting on top of me. he kissed me roughly, his hands in my hair.

i slipped my tongue into his mouth, twisting it around. he groaned as i unbuckled his belt, his black skinny jeans becoming tighter from his member.

i unzipped his pants, gently tugging them down as he kissed my throat. he sucked on my skin harshly, causing me to wiggle around under him.

“need you to touch me, mikey, anything will do.” i pleaded. he bit at my skin, pulling away to peel my shirt off my body.

he sighed at the sight of my chest, grabbing at my tits. he slid his hand under my back, unclasping my bra, and throwing it to the other side of his room.

he kneaded at my breasts, sucking on my nipples. “mikey, please baby, want your cock.” i whined. he chuckled against my skin, pulling my jeans and panties down.

“such a needy girl huh?” he taunted. i nodded my head, pulling his jeans down. he stepped out of them, his boxers following quickly.

he opened his bedside drawer, grabbing out a condom, slipping it on his cock. i licked my lips, bracing myself for his length.

he pushed his tip in slowly, making me gasp. “gonna go slow at first baby, just gonna need you to be patient. wanna make sure i don’t hurt you, sweetheart.”

i nodded, feeling him push farther into me. i cried out not in pain, but pure pleasure. “i’m not even fully in yet babe.” he smirked.

he slid the rest of the way in, earning a moan from me. “michael! fuck!” i screamed as he quickly started sliding in and out of my heat.

“look so fuckin pretty for me, sweetheart. always look so pretty.” he cooed, holding on tight to my thighs as he threw his head back.

“oh my god! michael, please, need it harder!”’i cried. he slowed his pace, pushing his hips into mine harder.

i gasped as he hit my g-spot, biting down on my hand. “fuck, babe, you gonna cum? already gonna cum for me? so fuckin good for me darling.” he praised.

i could feel that he was close too, holding out until i came first. “come on good girl, cum for me.” he said, pounding his hips harder.

i writhed my head around, feeling myself cum on his cock. he moaned at the warmth, soon after meeting his orgasm.

he pulled out of me, sliding the condom off. he laid back on the bed, looking over at me as i began steadying my breath.

“well i think we both know the reproductive system pretty well now, right?”

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classictogetherlike · 5 years

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Starlight [M.G.C]

Re-uploading this because something happened and it went away:( But also! I’m working on part two to this which will hopefully be up early this week. Feedback is always appreciated and send in any requests!

Michael Clifford x OC

Word Count: 2997

Age Six

“Hey, that’s mine!”

Riley’s eyes darted up at the sound of the voice above her, resting on the boy reaching for the guitar she was holding. Her brow furrowed before shooting a glare at the boy and scooting back from where she sat.

“No it’s not. I found it first.” The boy’s eyes widened at being told no before he charged closer to her and reached for the guitar once more. “No! I always play with it. Miss Sims said I could play with it!”

Riley let out a cry as the guitar was ripped from her hands, eyes filling with tears as the boy ran to the other side of the room and sat down to play with the guitar. She glanced around the classroom, looking for someone to help her before finally spotting her teacher sat at the coloring table with some students.

Walking towards the table, she managed to grab the attention of Miss Sims before ever reaching the table. When the two met halfway across the room, Miss Sims knelt down in front of Riley and reached out to wipe her tears.

“Riley, honey? What’s wrong?”

Riley took in a breath, calming down briefly at the soft tone of her teachers voice. “He-the boy, he took my guitar!” Her breathing picked up again and then she was crying, tears falling down her face at a rapid pace. Miss Sims glanced around the classroom, trying to figure out who Riley was talking about. Her eyes finally landed on Michael, sat in the corner hugging the guitar to his chest as he stared at where Riley was crying with Miss Sims.

Looking back down at Riley, Miss Sims kept her voice calm and reasurring as she told the girl that she would be right back.

Riley stared as her teacher crossed the room, hands reaching up to wipe away some of the tears still falling down her face. She can barely hear what her teacher is saying to the boy, but suddenly, the room is a lot louder.

“No! It’s mine, she can’t have it. It’s not fair!” The boys cries echo across the classroom, causing other children to look over and watch what’s happening. His face is flushed pink, and the tears once streaming down Riley’s face are now coursing down the boys face. Riley decides then and there that she doesn’t like to see him cry, he looks so upset, much more upset than she was. Her feet carry her across the classroom and she taps Miss Sims on the shoulder, gaining both her attention and the focus of the crying boy. “Maybe, if it’s okay, could we share the toy? Could we both play with it?” Riley’s voice is timid, almost afraid of the response she’s going to receive. Miss Sims eyes light up and she glances over to the boy, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Michael? What do you think? Would you mind sharing with Riley? That way you could still play with it and Riley could play too.” The boy, Michael, meets Miss Sims eyes first before locking eyes with Riley. His tears have stopped, though his voice is nasally when he responds, “Yeah. I want to do that.”

With that, Miss Sims smiles at the two and heads back to the coloring table. Riley sits herself next to Michael, offering him a smile and motioning towards the guitar. “Can you play any songs?” Michael’s eyes light up and he turns his body so that he’s directly facing her, guitar tight in his grip. “Yeah! Listen to this, it’s Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” Riley listens, and thinks the song he plays is definitely not Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, but smiles anyways and lets him teach her how to play.

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Age Twelve

Michael is sat next Riley’s dad, feet tapping relentlessly against the cold tile floor. There’s a lot of commotion in the hospital, people rushing around everywhere and announcements being read over the speaker at a steady pace. His eyes dart around and he nearly drops the water bottle he’s holding at the sight of Riley’s mom walking towards them.

“Is she ok?”

Mrs. Cantrell offers her husband and Michael a smile, before assuring them that everything is going fine. “She’s getting an x-ray done right this moment. They wouldn’t let me into the room because of the baby so I thought I’d come check on you two.” Her hands rub absentmindedly against her very pregnant belly as she talks, directing her attention towards her husband and talking quietly with him.

Michael’s attention returns to the bustling room, watching as a guy walks into the waiting room towards a group of people before announcing “It’s a boy!”. The guy gets swept into a giant hug from everyone in the group and there’s suddenly lots of tears in the room.

“Michael?” His attention flips once more, focusing back on Mr. Cantrell. “Yeah?” “Would you like to come with me to the gift shop? We can pick something out for Riley and then go see her. She should be ready for visitors by the time we’re done in the shop.” Nodding his agreement, Michael follows Riley’s father through the hospital to the gift shop, immediately searching for a stuffed animal for Riley. He roams around the shop, bypassing all of the bears that have sayings on them, most of them related to babies anyway. Tucked in the back corner of the shop he finds a display of stuffed animals, these ones suited more for the general public rather than just babies.

He digs through a few of the baskets, not finding what he’s searching for before resigning himself to picking a cute looking puppy in place of the ideal stuffed object. He picks the softest one he can find, a black and white dalmation with bright blue eyes, and heads back towards the front of the store to find Mr. Cantrell.

He finds him waiting by the counter, a knowing smile on his face as he observes Michael’s somber expression. “Couldn’t find what you wanted?” Michael shakes his head no, his frown becoming more apparent as he sets the stuffed dog on the checkout counter. Mr. Cantrell places a vase of flowers on the counter with a get well soon balloon attached and reaches into his pocket to grab his wallet.

The lady at the checkout counter eyes the two carefully, before looking at Michael directly. “What were you looking for?” Michaels cheeks heat up and he tilts his face down, taking an interest in his shoes as he shrugs. Beside him, Mr. Cantrelly laughs before replying on Michael’s behalf. “He wanted a star-shaped stuffed animal. It’s for my daughter, he’s called her star for as long as they’ve been friends.”

The lady’s smile grows wide as Riley’s dad dives into the story of how the two met, and Michael just wants the world to open and swallow him whole as he hears the story told again. It’s not his fault he thought he was an expert guitar player at six. His mom was constantly telling him how spectacular he was at playing and who was he to argue at six.

He’s brought out of his inner turmoil, cheeks a blazing shade of red by now, as the checkout lady grabs his attention. “We just got a shipment of these in, they’re technically not for sale yet, but you should take one.” In her hand is a plush yellow star, a cheesy smiley face stitched onto the front of it. Michael’s face hurts from the smile that’s appeared in the span of two seconds, and he grabs the star from the lady's hand and mumbles a shy thank you in response. Mr. Cantrell finishes the payment and the two head towards the second floor where Riley’s room is.

When the two finally reach the second floor, they hear Riley before they see her. “But mom, you said they’d be right here. It’s been almost ten minutes now!” Michael shares a quick look with Mr. Cantrell as a smile grows on his face. Michael pushes open the door to the room, interrupting whatever Riley’s mom was replying with and loudly announces his entrance.

“RIley, wait no longer. It is I, prince of the guitars, here to entertain you.” Riley’s giggles start before Michael even announces his title, her face beaming as she takes in the sight of Michael. “You’re here! What took so long?” Michael reaches the side of her bed, glancing briefly at her bright yellow casted leg before focusing his attention back on her. “I had to get you this.” He holds out the star, staring intently at Riley’s face as he judges her reaction.

Her face splits into a wide smile and she immediately reaches out to steal the star away from Michael. “I love it, Mikey, thank you.” He smiles again as she pulls the star into her chest, hugging it tightly. “Anything for you, starlight.”

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Age Fifteen

“But Mikey, it’s my birthday!” Riley’s frustration is evident solely by the tone of her voice, though she crosses her arms over her chest to further display her anger. The boy in question glances away from Calum for a moment to meet her gaze.

“Riley, it’s our first practice! It’s important!” Calum nods beside him in agreement, and Michael offers her a smile. “We can still celebrate, it’ll just have to be tomorrow or Sunday instead!”

Riley narrows her eyes at both Michael and Calum, glancing briefly at Luke who at least had the decency to look apologetic. “Whatever. Don’t worry about it, I’ll figure something else out.” With that, she turns on her heel and heads towards the car her mom is in waiting to pick her up. Her mother frowns when Riley enters the car alone, keeping the car in park as she takes in her daughters presence.

They sit for a minute while Riley gets settled, and then a minute longer as Mrs. Cantrell stares at her daughter. Feeling her mother's gaze, Riley meets her eyes and raises her eyebrows into a questioning look. “Can we go? I’m ready to go home.” Her moms eyebrows furrows in response and she glances out the window behind Riley to rest her eyes on the group that Michael is standing with. “What about Michael? I thought it was a birthday dinner and movie night?”

Riley’s eyes fill with tears at the mention of her and Michaels usual birthday tradition. They’d had it for nearly five years now, this would be the first time they missed a celebration. She wipes her eyes and clears her throat before offering an explanation to her mother. “No, he’s not coming. He’s got a gig or something with the boys, so he’s busy. Now can we please go?”

The car is shifted out of park and into drive as Mrs. Cantrell pulls out of the parking lot, glancing one last time at Michael in the rear-view mirror, only to seem him watching the car pull out of the lot.

***

Riley’s music is alarmingly loud. Normally she would have been lectured on the importance of hearing and listening to music at a quieter volume, but her birthday and probably the lack of Michael’s presence has kept her parents at bay. Well, for the most part.

Another knock sounds at her bedroom door and Riley rolls her eyes in response, briefly pausing her music and heading to open the door. “Mom, I told you I’m not hung-” “Do I look like your mother to you?” His voice is teasing as he interrupts her and pushes past her into the room and jumps onto the bed she had previously been laying on. “So, what’s with the loud music, starlight?” Riley curses the butterflies that still erupt in her stomach at the nickname despite her frustration with Michael. The room stays silent as she keeps her mouth shut, not offering a response to his question and instead moves to sit at the desk chair in the corner of the room.

Michael’s eyes follow her movements, a frown on his face as she moves further away from him instead of joining him on the bed. “Riley, c’mere, what’re you doing?” She huffs in response, grumbling about stupid boys under her breath before locking eyes with Michael. “Why are you even here?” Green eyes widen almost comically at her question, his mouth falling open. “I, what? It’s your birthday, I’m here to celebrate with you!”

“I thought you had band practice.” Her voice is ice cold, cutting into him as he shrinks back in her bed.

“I did- We did. But we got out early, everything went super well so we decided to call it quits early.”

Riley scoffs again, louder this time, in response to Michael’s explanation. It hurts, she realizes, being brushed to the side by her best friend. It’s stupid too, she knows that maybe she’s over reacting, but the fact that the only reason he’s here is because of a practice cut short and not because he made it a priority hurts even more.

She’s so lost in thought that she doesn’t notice that Michael has left her bed, instead coming to kneel in front of her position on the chair. “Starlight?” Her eyes locked with his and suddenly she’s crying. It startles Michael, he flinches back at the sudden sob that pulls out of her mouth before he darts forward, pulling her into his arms and onto the floor with him.

They sit like that for a while, Michael rubbing her back as she sobs into his t-shirt, arms locked around his neck. He begins to hum one of the songs Calum had shared with the band at practice as he lets her get her emotions out. He’s still not one hundred percent sure why she’s so upset, but he’s smart enough to recognize that he’s definitely part of the cause.

When Riley finally pulls back, her face is covered in tears, cheeks a light pink as the result of her sobbing. Michael offers her a small smile, moving his hands from her waist to her own, grasping them tightly. “I’m sorry I made you upset. You shouldn’t be crying on your birthday and I know it’s my fault.” Riley squeezes his hands in response as he continues.

“If you don’t mind, maybe explaining what I did wrong? I know I did something, but I thought you’d be happy when I came over, not this upset.” Riley’s cheeks flush a darker shade of pink, eyes darting to where her hands are intertwined with Michaels. “It’s nothing, it’s fine really. I’m just being stupid.” The frown that graces Michaels face at her response is almost comical, though the look in his eyes is anything but. “No, Riley, you’re not stupid, tell me what’s wrong.” Her eyes fill with tears again, and she begins to fidget her fingers and shift her weight around more frequently. “It’s just, we always do a birthday dinner and a movie, no matter what. And then you said practice was important and I don’t know. It made me feel bad.”

He mentally curses himself, he knows how important these things are to their friendship. He should’ve pushed the practice. They had the entire weekend, and her birthday was only one day. His mind is running at a million miles a minute as he searches for a solution for his actions, before finally deciding to give her his present.

“I’m really, really sorry starlight. I should’ve pushed the practice and put our tradition first. I promise it won’t happen again.” He knows he’s forgiven when Riley’s fingers pull back from his and she curls into his chest again, though this time with a notable lack of tears. They sit for a moment before she finally vocalizes her forgiveness, telling him that it’s fine and she still loves him.

His smile grows as he hears her express her love for him, heart picking up as it always does when he hears those three words. He shifts underneath her, pulling away slightly to pull a small box from his pocket. “I brought you a present, Riley.” Riley pulls back and smiles at him, reaching out to grab the small box from his hands. Lifting the lid off, Riley is met with the reflection of light off of the tiny necklace nestled inside the box. Michael’s voice interrupts her reaction, nervously speaking out into the room. “If you don’t like it, I can get you a different one. I just thought you’d like it because of your nickname, ya know, starlight. But really, if you hate it it’s fi-” The pressure of Riley’s lips on his interrupts his rambling, and time freezes for a moment. He’s been thinking about this moment for a month now, trying to figure out how to tell Riley his feelings, and here she was, stealing his thunder.

When they finally pull away, Michael gapes at her for a moment before calling her out. “You stole my thunder!”

Riley’s eyes widen in confusion at Michael’s outburst and she giggles at the sight of his shocked expression. As she goes to reply, he cuts her off, refusing to let her speak and ruin his plans for her gift.

“No! Stop talking, don’t move, don’t do anything. Just let me talk for a second!” Her whole body is shaking with laughter at this point, but she mimes zipping her lips and motions for him to continue.

“Okay, so I now know that you obviously approve of the necklace,” he motions towards the constellation necklace that’s still nestled in the box between them. “I’m really glad you like it because it makes this question a lot less nerve wrecking. Riley Isabel Cantrell, will you please agree to be my girlfriend?”

Riley barks out a laugh before nodding, and leaning in to peck Michael’s cheek. “Michael Gordon Clifford, I agree to be your girlfriend.”

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Trinkets, Necklaces, 2: Whether they’re pendants, amulets, periapts, chokers, beaded strings, chains, charms, lockets or torques, “Neck Slot” type jewelry is a very common item in fiction and roleplaying. These ornaments give an immediate glance into the bearer’s personality, wealth, rank or social class and often serves as an iconic part of that character’s look. Ranging in obviousness from a soldiers dog tags, cleric’s holy symbol or police detectives badges worn front and center over clothing, immediately visible on their chest as a clear indication of who they are, to the cliché locket containing pictures of family or lost lovers that’s worn against the skin, just over the heart. Outgoing character’s such as Phoebe Bouffette compliment their natural charisma with loud colorful costume jewelry while more reserved examples often go without, though what little ornamentation they do have is meaningful or of good quality like Katara’s heirloom choker or Annie’s half-a-locket. A locked metal torque can instantly mark the bearer a penniless slave, while a string of lustrous pearls mark their owner a flauntingly wealthy noble. Magical necklaces in fiction are powerful and mysterious from Inuyasha’s Beads of Subjugation, Dr Strange’s Eye of Agamotto or Yugi’s Millennium Puzzle. None of these necklaces are intensely magical in their own right but can serve as basis for a magical or plot relevant amulet. When a DM rolls a d100, the bog standard amulet of protection +1 they were going to give out now has a unique look and personality rather than just a mechanical benefit.

A pewter medallion displaying a circular symbol of a stylized killer whale. Etched on the back are the initials “M.G.C”.

A broken half of a medallion that emanates a sense of security and warmth. It’s power and true function is inaccessible without its other half.

A unicorn tooth that has been drilled and threaded onto a bright braided string.

A thick multilayered garland of cherry blossoms meant to be worn around the neck. The blossoms have been magically preserved and will never wilt, fade or lose their scent.

A necklace of brass links on which is strung two dozen flies, each encased in a small glass sphere.

An amulet carved from a small piece of oak. It has a pyrographed image of a river wrapped around the roots of a large stylized tree.

A necklace made out of dried rat tails that have been artfully entwined.

A dented silver locket. There is an image of a large smiling family on the inside of the opening with the words “Please come home to us safe and sound.” etched on the other side.

A palm sized necklace, bearing a bone holy symbol of a local god of a Random Evil Domain.

A lustrously amulet of polished stone of midnight hue carved from the heartstone of a mountain drenched in dark magic. It is engraved with a single glowing rune, and into its ebony facets have been poured all the captured malice and spite that emanates from the chill lands of the dark elves. To behold its darksome shape is to see despair made physical, it is to abandon even the merest memory of hope.

—Keep reading for 90 more necklaces.

—Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.