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[ghostsofhood]

Midnight - 5sos 

[cakesunflower]

Aye fellow desi🎉🎉

oh heY BABE

[fucking5sos]

❁ floral mikey icons ❁

[dfenestrate]

mashton at their finest

[topperthornton]

The Matchmakers Playbook

Summary: The absolute main rule for Wingman Inc.? Never fall for clients. But some rules are meant to be broken, right?

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol use (eventually), mentions of sex

Word count: 1,803

A/N: WOW HI WELCOME TO MY FIRST MULTI CHAPTER FIC! I watched the movie ‘the matchmakers playbook’ last night bc i’m highkey in love with nick bateman and instantly fell in love with the concept so this fic is based around that. I’m nervous bc I haven’t written in AGES but here we go, wish me luck. It’s a college/slight fratboy/highkey fuckboy au. Enjoy!

It wasn’t like he chose this life, really.

He didn’t wake up one morning and think ‘holy shit, I’d be awesome at helping the girl get the guy.’ No. Some might say he was forced into it by his best friend, Ashton. It wasn’t all bad. The worst parts are when clients are late.

Like right now.

She was seven minutes late, three more and he would leave. Michael was sitting in some washed out coffee shop. The drink he had ordered for her was getting cold and his patience was growing thinner by the minute. He was waiting for a girl with a blonde pixie cut and glasses that had applied to have Michael help her get the baristas attention. Michael didn’t know why. The barista was nothing special, he had lavender hair and green eyes. But the worst part? His name was Awsten. Yeah, and it was spelled like that. It almost made Michael not want to take this case. That’s when the tiny bell above the door rang and a petite figure bounced in.

“Michael!” she called. He turned.

“You’re late,” he says. She sighs and sits down next to him.

“I know, I’m sorry. I had to walk my dog and he wasn’t having it today,” she explains. Michael didn’t care. “I’m Lainey.”

“I know, I read your file,” he says. She brings her extended hand back into her chest and clearly looks like she wants to sink into the floor. “So. Awsten, huh?”

She blushes and there’s a pause before Michael glances over her shoulder and sees the barista is looking at them.

“Touch my shoulder,” he demands. Lainey scrunches her nose up in confusion. “He’s already seen you and jealousy is an emotion commonly felt before falling in love,” Michael explains. She does as she’s told.

Michael looks over her shoulder again and sees the purple haired barista glancing their way. “Now laugh,” he instructs. Lainey lets out the smallest and fakest laugh he’s ever heard and he has to fight not to roll his eyes. Awsten made his way over to them.

“Hey guys, can I get you anything?” he asks.

“Yeah I’ll send my girlfriend up if we need something,” Michael replies, his eyes not leaving Lainey’s blushing face. Awsten rolls his eyes and looks at her.

“Hey I know you. You’re Lainey, right?” he asks with a smile. Lainey nods.

“We have music class together,” she tells him. Michael kicks her under the table and she lets out a small yip.

“We should get going, we gotta study for that test. Right, babe?” Michael stands and holds out his hand for his fake girlfriend. She grabs his hand.

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow, Lainey,” Awsten waves. Michael pulls her out of the coffee shop before she can reply.

“What was that?” she asks.

“First off, you have to be discreet. If he asks if you have a class together you say you’ve never seen him,” Michael explains.

“Fine,” there’s a pause. “So that’s it then? He’s in love with me? Your magic worked?” Michael scoffs at her snide remark.

“I’ll pick you up before class tomorrow and we’ll continue then,” he says before walking away.

“Did you forget?” Calum asks. Michael laughs.

“Forget what?” he teases. He was driving to Calum’s house right now since his new roommate was moving in today and he wanted to throw a welcome party or something.

“Michael I swear to god if you forgot-”

“I’m on my way now, princess,” Michael smirks. He can hear the sigh or relief Calum lets out through the phone.

“Don’t forget to pick up the chips and dip before you get here,” Calum hangs up before Michael can reply.

Michael was late.

Again.

When he finally got to Calum’s newly shared home, his hair was a mess and he smelled like the cheap perfume that the girl he had met in front of the grocery store was wearing.

“You’re late. Even Ashton got here before you,” Calum growls as he walks through the door.

“But I brought the chips and dip!” he replies, shoving the brown paper bag into his friends tattooed arms.

“Did you really have to hook up with someone that easy before you got here?” Calum asks, shutting the door behind him. Michael turns so they’re face to face.

“I did. And she has a name, you know. But I didn’t quite catch it because she couldn’t say much with my cock down her throat,” Michael smirks.

“Charming,” an unknown voice says from behind him. He turns and is met with a girl he has never seen before sitting at the kitchen counter. She was wearing sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt and Michael assumes it’s Calum’s new roommate in her ‘moving day’ clothes.

“You have no idea, sweetheart,” Michael says to her. She rolls her eyes and turns to Calum.

“He belong to you?” she asks.

“Unfortunately,” Calum answers, setting the bag on the table and taking the contents out. “Y/N, meet Michael. Michael, meet my new roommate, Y/N.”

“I’d shake your hand but I don’t want to know where it’s been,” Y/N says. Michael is surprised by her quick comeback but brushes it off.

“Could be in the same place as it was with her on you,” he shrugs. She rolls her eyes and turns to have a conversation with Calum when Ashton walks in.

“Hey Mike. How was the meeting this morning?” he asks. Michael shrugs again.

“Give me a challenge next time, Ash,” he snickers.

The rest of the party is slow, more people come and go. Michael occasionally glances over at Y/N but she is never looking his way. Or at least he didn’t catch her staring.

“I hate mornings,” Ashton says as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Michael chuckles as he ruffles his friends hair and makes his way to the fridge in their shared dorm.

“You going to class today?” Michael asks as he gets out the milk for his cereal.

“I wouldn’t be up if I wasn’t,” Ashton says.

“Fair,” Michael shrugs, turning to his empty bowl on the counter.

“Hey you’ve got a meeting after class,” Ashton tells him. Michael shoves a spoonful of chocolate cereal in his mouth and turns around.

“Is it Lainey? Because I’m meeting her before class.”

“No, it’s a new client. She wants some guy named Luke Hemmings,” Ashton explains, staring at the file on his computer. Michael laughs. He knew Luke and he hated him which Ashton knew. That was probably the reason why he made Michael meet with this mysterious girl in the first place.

“Okay, I gotta get going though. Lainey’s got class with douche pants and I gotta walk her to class carrying her books and then kiss her on the forehead,” Michael says, leaving his milk filled bowl on the counter.

“Okay, just meet this client at the bench by the fountain. Oh, and her name is-” Michael has already slammed the door before Ashton can tell him.

Lainey’s hand was surprisingly soft. It wasn’t part of the plan but when they got close to her class, he impulsively grabbed her hand for that extra spice for Awsten to see. They had been walking for what felt like forever before Michael finally saw that flash of lavender hair.

“Stop here,” he says while pulling Lainey to a halt. She turns to face him and he hands her the stack he was carrying before softly kissing her forehead and he can feel the eyes on both of them.

“Did he see us?” Lainey whispers. Michael nods.

“Now, he’s gonna ask for your number. Give it to him but don’t answer when he texts you. Wait until the third text and give very short answers. If he calls you, don’t answer,” Michael instructs.

“What if he doesn’t ask for my number?” she questions. Michael glares at her and she surrenders.

“I gotta go. Tell me how it goes,” he says before running off.

For the first time, Michael was early to class so he was taking his time in walking there. He’s staring at his phone with his headphones in the whole time before he collides into a solid figure which causes them to tip over.

“Oh shit,” Michael mutters to himself before pulling his headphones out and bending over to help them up. “Sorry, man.”

Turns out he had run into a girl. Not any girl, too. Calum’s new roommate, Y/N.

“It’s fine,” she says quietly, grabbing his hand and standing up. There’s an awkward pause as she brushes her pants off.

“So class doesn’t start for another three minutes,” he reminds her. She looks up at him, her eyebrows raised in confusion but interest. “It’ll be tight but we could go around the corner and I could-”

“Oh my god!” she shrieks in disgust.

“Down to two minutes, one of us might not finish but it could still be fun,” he suggests.

“Is this what you do to all girls?”

“Pretty much.”

“You’re gross.”

“And you’re down to a minute and not even I can perform miracles. Your offer expired,” he tells her.

“I wasn’t interested anyway,” she informs, walking past him. He pauses. Not interested? No one has ever been ‘not interested.’ Then it all made sense.

“Oh, in men?” he asks, following her.

“In you. So leave me alone,” she says before finding her seat.

The class was long and boring. Michael spent about two thirds of it winking at girls across the room while he chewed on his pencil eraser. Y/N had seen pretty much the whole thing and rolled her eyes every single time.

The bell was music to Michael’s ears as he packed up his things. Then his phone buzzed so he stopped to see a text.

‘New message from Lainey: it worked!!! he asked for my number!!!!!!’

Michael smiles at the screen but doesn’t reply since he realized all of his classmates had already left the room. He’s almost about to walk back to his dorm when he remembers his meeting at the bench in front of the fountain. He groans before making his way there.

“No fucking way,” he mumbles to himself when he sees Y/N sitting cross legged on the bench, waiting for him. Michael chuckles and makes his way over to her. “Waiting for someone?”

She looks up at him. “Yeah I am. And it’s pretty important to me so can you please leave?” she asks. He shakes his head and sits down next to her. She scoffs and begins to stand up.

“So. Luke, huh?” he teases. She doesn’t move.

“How did-”

“Ashton and I are the founders of Wingman Inc., I’m your new love coach you hired,” Michael smirks at her.

The color leaves Y/N’s face.

“Oh fuck.”

[adorablelies]

You said please keep on holding Your hands and the rain it came too soon, I will wait for you To love me again

[calumthomcs]

Would you ever sneak a pic of a celeb even after they asked no pics for $100,000

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[holymalvm]

He’s literally just wearing a tank top but he looks amazing. Someone explain Source: [x]

[lovemeorwantmedead]

got a 5sos tattoo yesterday

[ghostsofhood]

These last few days have been awful so this pic is from a few weeks ago when life wasn't a bitch 🤷🏽‍♀️

[grumpyirwin]

queen of snapchat filter selfies 👸

[fucking5sos]

my unofficial cover art for some of the new songs ⚡️

1/?

[wrappedaroundyourvoodoodoll]

Birthday Princess

Yikes this was supposed to go up on Ash’s birthday, but you get the point. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5k+

Another drunken line of girls passed by me on a determined path to the bathroom, bumping the cheap tiara on my head in the process. I huffed in response while adjusting the ridiculously glittery ‘Birthday Girl’ sash my friends bought and took the opportunity to swipe the newly freed seats near the bar so I could people-watch. An overflow of sweaty bodies wriggled and swayed on every inch of the dance floor free of inhibition due to their intoxication levels. Some men were getting encouraging pats on the backs from their wolf packs of friends before shooting their shot with whichever girl happened to be giggling their way. People throughout the club whooped and hollered when the DJ switched to some vaguely different genre of party music that the lively crowd could fist-bump and grind to.

After straining my neck to check the entrance of the club for the umpteenth time in the past 15 minutes, I turned back around to see a mesmerizing pair of hazel eyes peering into mine. I hadn’t realized how deeply I was staring until the wavy-haired individual tried speaking to me over the loud music.

“I’m sorry, what?” I shouted closer to him.

“I asked if you wanted a refill,” he said loudly while gesturing to my half empty water.

My phone buzzed in my hand, indicating I was getting a text. I briefly looked down at the preview of the message from my friends’ group chat.

Sent at 8:43pm

1: Y/N I’m so sorry honey I can’t make it :( I thought I could cram for this test but there’s way more content than I thought

Sent at 8:44pm

2: ^^ me too :/ my boyfriend’s game went into overtime and I’m pretty sure they’re celebrating after. Maybe another time?

I rolled my eyes and looked back up at the stranger clearing the table of leftover drinks and glasses.

“Actually, I think I was just heading out,” I said standing from my seat.

“So soon?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, clubbing on your birthday just doesn’t have the same ring to it when you’re by yourself,” I replied.

“You don’t have any friends coming to celebrate with you?” He questioned as he wiped the table down and went behind the bar counter.

I followed his trail and answered with evident irritation, “Nope, they suddenly had other plans that were more important this evening.”

“Well,” he planted both of his hands on the counter, “I, in good conscious, can’t let you end tonight as the unhappy birthday girl.”

“And why is that?” I asked curiously.

“Because I’m going to become your new favorite barkeep,” he said with a proud smile. “And it is with this new title that I solemnly promise,” he raised his right hand as if he was taking an oath, “…to ensure that the rest of tonight does not suck for you.”

A small smirk grew on my face at the mischievous man in front of me.

“You can’t be serious, right?” I asked incredulously. “I don’t even know you!”

“How about this, birthday girl” he glanced at a few people walking up to the bar, most likely to order new drinks, “My name is Ashton. I like going on adventures and buying vanilla scented candles. My favorite part of movies are the trailers and I don’t understand how zodiac signs work. I’m gonna come back over here at 9 when my shift ends. If you decide by then that you don’t think an innocent night of fun with me is better than sitting at home by yourself, I will personally call you an Uber and let you go home,” he smiled walking away.

“You should add ‘cocky’ to that little bio of yours,” I playfully said with my arms crossed.

“Not cocky!” He shouted over his shoulder, “just hopeful.”

Promptly at 9:00, Ashton popped out of a room near the back of the club in his normal clothes and re-approached me at the bar.

“So, birthday girl,” he leaned on the counter, “what’s our verdict?”

“Well seeing as you made such an appealing case and I don’t want to put this outfit to waste, I think one night of adventure couldn’t hurt,” I said in a posh tone of voice.

“Then what are we waiting around for?” He asked holding his hand out. I grabbed it and he helped me out of my seat. “Let’s get this party started.”

With that, Ashton led me out of the club and towards the parking lot. He pulled out his car keys and hit the unlock button, bringing my eyes to the flashing headlights on a black mustang.

“This is you?” I asked in disbelief.

He shrugged and replied opening the passenger door for me, “Well I can’t have the birthday princess walking around on her feet all night now, can I?”

“How considerate of you. And when did I upgrade to princess?” I said getting into the car and reaching over to open his door.

Ashton entered on his side of the car and strapped on his safety belt before brandishing that smile of his once more to answer, “When you decided to spend your night with me.” With that remark, Ashton revved up the engine and we dashed through the streets filled with nightlife.

My eyes scanned the various strings of bright lights and neon signs on the buildings near us as the car slowed to a stop. Ashton and I exited the car and re-joined hands as he led me towards the entrance of a building that had a string of people waiting in line to enter. We approached the bouncer - who could easily be mistaken for a ten-foot brick wall - with an icy glare.

“Sam!” Ashton shouted with open arms. The bouncer turned around and suddenly smiled widely, “Ashton!” The two shared a brief hug and fell into small talk.

“How long has it been man?” The bouncer said.

“It’s definitely been too long, buddy, but I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to show my friend here a good time,” Ashton said gesturing to me.

I shook Sam’s outreached hand and smiled, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Any friend of Ashton is a friend of mine.”

“Do you think you can let us in? I want to introduce her to Mitchy,” Ashton politely asked.

“Of course, but you know the drill man,” Sam giving a side eye towards the line of hopeful club goers beginning to look towards us.

Ashton nodded understandably and leaned towards me to whisper, “Just go with it.”

Before I could ask what ‘it’ was that Ashton was referring to, Sam started shouting.

“Look dammit, I’m not gonna say it again: if you want in you have to wait in line just like everybody else!”

“Fine! No need to get all testy,” Ashton shouted back while we walked backwards with displeased expressions.

While the people waiting in line hooted their agreements at Sam and went back to their own business, Sam winked at us and let down the rope for us to enter while whispering, “You guys enjoy your night,” with a thumbs-up.

I laughed at the switch in his demeanor and followed Ashton into the building. My eyes glimmered and a smile grew on my face as I looked over the chandeliers and walked down the slightly spiraled staircase past a few bottle girls that could very well be models. The all white decor on the top and bottom levels of the building were being splotched with reflections of the blue pink and green lights from the tiled dance floor and the DJ’s station. I was disrupted from my cotton candy dream when Ashton continued to lead me to the bar where a tattooed man in sunglasses stood.

“Ash is that you?” He called out.

“You’re pretty popular around here, huh?” I asked Ashton with a smirk.

“You could say that,” he chuckled and bro-hugged the man at the bar.

“Is this the pretty girl you were texting me about?” The tattooed pointed towards me, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

Ashton turned beet red and the man stepped up to me, “My name’s Mitchy, one of Ashton’s good friends. Unless I’ve got the wrong glasses on, you must be the birthday girl.”

“That’s right,” I said adjusting my sash so the letters were in the right place. “And this one over here is my event guide for the night,” I said nodding towards Ashton.

“Well he brought you to the right place,” he said leading me to a bar stool and going behind the counter. “First two rounds are on me!”

“Mitch, you don’t have to do that man,” Ashton said waving his hands.

“Nonsense! First round is for her birthday, and the second is for yours,” Mitchy continuing to conjure up a suitable beverage to start the night.

My head quickly whipped around to Ashton with my mouth agape, “When is your birthday?!”

“It might also be tonight,” he said nonchalantly with his fingers interlaced in the countertop.

“Seriously?” I questioned.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he shrugged.

I took the plastic tiara off of my head and placed it on his and said, “Guess who’s the birthday princess now?” making Ashton laugh with an accompanying clap.

Mitchy slid two shot glasses towards us layered with various spirits. Ashton reached for one, but Mitchy lightly swatted his hand away and held up a finger as if to say ‘wait for it’ while pulling a lighter out of his pocket. My eyebrows were furrowed until Mitchy sparked a flame and lit the upper layer of our shots aflame.

“Holy shit. What is that?” I said staring at the beverage.

“It’s informally titled flaming liquid cocaine, but tonight it’s your birthday candle,” Mitchy stated proudly.

“In that case,” Ashton began, “make a wish, princess.”

Mitchy counted us off on three and we blew out the flame, quickly picking up the glass to down the liquid. I shook my head as warmth crept through my belly and up my spine. “Oh my god that tasted like Christmas.”

“Lucky for you, not-so Saint Nick has another one of those coming up,” Mitchy said re-sparking his lighter, making Ashton and I whoop in response.

“What do you mean you can’t dance?” Ashton was baffled bringing me onto the dance floor.

“I said what I said! Unless there’s instructions in the song, I can’t dance for shit!” I told him.

Ashton laced our fingers and brought us closer together, slowly beginning to sway us into the tempo of the upbeat song currently playing, “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Alright, but don’t say anything when I step in your toes,” I retaliated making his glazed eyes squint while he giggled.

As many times as I stumbled, Ashton kept me on my feet and in a great mood. He wasn’t exactly the world’s best dancer either, so most of our dancing was simply us goofing off with each other and singing the lyrics we knew. Eventually the liquor filtered through his system and he got a lot smoother in his movements. 

It was when Ashton began body rolling that a small circle formed in the dance floor around us with other club goers chanting and cheering his freestyle session on. I giggled when he looked around and realized what was happening before setting his eyes on me. He did a dramatic pause and cracked an imaginary whip, making said cracking sound with his mouth. He then whipped the imaginary rope around me, tightening the knot with both hands and started his gradual pull. When the crowd saw I wasn’t shifting with his faux lasso, a few girls behind me gently pushed me towards him. The crowd got louder as we got closer and the drop in the song was approaching. Ashton “released” his lasso and spun me twice into his arms before creating a picture-perfect moment and dipping me at the bass drop of the song, causing the crowd to cheer and applaud.

We fell into a fit of laughter while the crowd went back to their own dancing. He pulled me upright slowly so I wouldn’t get too dizzy. As our giggles faded, our smiles remained as we recognized how close we were in proximity. The DJ switched the song to a slower, more promiscuous one. Ashton brushed the remaining strands of hair out of my face and my breath hitched when he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. I took his hands in mine and slid them down to my hips, both of us swaying and grinding softly to the music. I turned around so his front was pressed against my backside like a second skin. He kept his hands lightly roaming on my sides and thighs, rolling his hips against me while I pushed my ass on him as rhythmically as I could. My head lulled to rest on his shoulder, allowing me to feel how quickly his pulse had gotten from our actions. We continued like that, occasionally altering the pace, until the song ended. We faced each other with flushed cheeks, still close in each other’s arms.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He exhaled.

“Oh my god,” I moaned while throwing my head back.

“Fuck, I know,” Ashton groaned equally satisfied.

The McDonald’s cashier behind the counter judgmentally stared at both of us individually going through our second Big Macs.

“It’s even better than the first one!” He shouted with a mouthful.

I gasped and set my burger down to take the bun off and add French fries into it. When I replaced the bun and took a bite, I nearly melted in my seat. “This is the best night ever,” I said taking a sip of my chocolate milkshake.

“I told you!” Ashton victoriously yelled dipping fries into his shake.

And laughed at his boasting and waved away the few other drunks in the restaurant to high five him.

“I’m now your favorite barkeep and newly officiated birthday buddy,” he smiled. “And why do you keep laughing,” he said giggling himself.

“Because you have really deep dimples so your smile is super cute okay! I mean look at you,” I whisper shouted touching his face. “It’s like you’re sculpted to be perfect,” I commented lowly making him blush further.

“It takes perfection to know it,” he attempted to compliment me back, but the moment was stolen by me laughing at the fact that he was trying to bring his straw to his mouth with his tongue and failing miserably.

“Dammit, I’m trying to say you’re beautiful and I’m fucking it up,” he laughed and covered his face.

I removed his hands from his face and kissed his cheek, making his laughter falter.

“Thank you for tonight,” I smiled.

He smiled back and wrapped me into a side hug, “Right back at ya, birthday princess.”

[topperthornton]

The Matchmakers Playbook; Chapter 2

Summary: The absolute main rule for Wingman Inc.? Never fall for clients. But some rules are meant to be broken, right? 

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Ah! It’s here! I’m sorry it took me so long to put this out but here it is! Hope you guys like it. I did my damn best so no one can criticize me. Love you guys! Feedback is appreciated

Chapter one

“No fucking way,” he mumbles to himself when he sees Y/N sitting cross legged on the bench, waiting for him. Michael chuckles and makes his way over to her. “Waiting for someone?”

She looks up at him. “Yeah I am. And it’s pretty important to me so can you please leave?” she asks. He shakes his head and sits down next to her. She scoffs and begins to stand up.

“So. Luke, huh?” he teases. She doesn’t move.

“How did-”

“Ashton and I are the founders of Wingman Inc., I’m your new love coach you hired,” Michael smirks at her.

The color leaves Y/N’s face.

“Oh fuck.”

“Come on, sit next to me,” Michael says as he pats the spot on the bench she was just sitting on. She stands there frozen, unsure how to process the information she just received that she would have to team up with her roommates gross fuckboy of a friend.

“I’m good here,” she says, adjusting the strap of her bag that was on her shoulder.

“Let’s go for a walk then, shall we?” he says as he stands up and wraps his arm around her. She didn’t even try to move, she just let it happen and let her feet wander with him as they walked down the path.

“So, how does this work? You talk to him and tell him how amazing i am or something and then he magically falls in love with me?” Y/N asks. Michael laughs and pushes her against a tree gently before leaning his hand on it next to her and staring into her eyes.

“No, baby girl. There’s a series of rules I’m going to give you that you’re going to have to follow,” he tells her.

“Rules?”

“Did I stutter?” she tenses up and shakes her head while pressing her own lips together. Michael takes a deep breath and then relaxes his shoulders.

“Look, just do what I tell you to and this will be over before you know it, got it?” he asks.

“Clear as day,” she answers.

“Good. We start tonight, we have a lot of work to do,” he says and he removes his hand from the tree.

“Excuse me?” she calls after him.

“I’m just saying. Oh and if Luke tries to text you, ignore it. If he calls to make plans say you’re busy with your new study buddy,” Michael shrugs before turning around to leave.

“Is that you? Are you my new study buddy?” she asks, not having moved from the tree. Michael turns around to face her again.

“Y/N, from now on I’m not just your new study buddy but I’m your everything,” he smirks before walking away before she can answer.

“My new client is Y/N?” Michael asks as he bursts into his shared dorm with Ashton. Ashton is sitting at the kitchen table on his laptop which he doesn’t look up from when Michael shrieks at him.

“You left before I could tell you who it was,” Ashton answers as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Michael groans. “What are your plans for her?”

“I’m taking her to dinner tonight, probably gonna have to take her shopping tomorrow to find her an outfit that isn’t baggy and will actually make bread stick look at her,” Michael says as he opens up the refrigerator to grab himself a beer. When he turns around he notices Ashton staring at him, his eyes crossed, unamused. “What?” Michael pops the top off the bottle as he stares back at his roommate.

“Bread stick?” is the only thing Ashton replies with. Michael rolls his eyes.

“Shut up.”

She’s early.

When Michael walks into the restaurant, he finds Y/N sitting alone at a table for two. The candle in the middle had nearly burned down to the wick and the bread sticks right next to her were surely cold by now. He paused for a second to take her features in.

Her elbow was resting on the table and her head was in her palm. She had a look of boredom painted on her face. It was clear that she desperately wanted to pull out her phone or a book or anything to distract herself but didn’t want Michael to yell at her so she just sat there alone in silence. She was staring out the window at the pink and orange clouds and she looked-

Michael stopped himself. Yes, she was very attractive. No! No she wasn’t! He knew he can’t be thinking about clients like this. No matter how the setting sun made her skin tone so gorgeous and her eyes shiny. Gah! Knock it off!

He shook his head before walking up and sitting down right across from her. She blinked a few times and brought her hand down back into her lap and looked at him.

“Hey,” she greeted.

“You’re early,” Michael states.

“So are you,” she replies. Michael rolls his eyes and scans the room. “What are you looking for?”

“Your lover. He always comes here after he’s done studying in the library,” Michael says as he looks over her shoulder at the tables behind them.

“That’s why we’re here?!” her eyes grow big and she buries her face in her hands. “I thought you wanted to go over the rules or something so I could be ready. I didn’t think we’d face him right off the bat!”

“Trust me, baby girl. The sooner we get started the sooner we get this over with,” Michael says before he spots a blonde quiff sitting alone in the corner. “He’s here.”

Y/N looks up from her palms, her eyes even wider than before. “Did he see us? Is he looking?” she whispers.

“Why are you whispering? It’s not like he’s going to hear us,” he rolls his eyes as Y/N blushes. “No, he’s not looking. He’s eating. God, he must be clueless.”

She looked at Michael, her nose scrunched up in confusion. An idea pops into Michael’s head and he smirks to himself. He stands up slowly and brings his chair to a different side of the table so he’s sitting next to Y/N instead of across from her.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Shh,” he hushes as he brings one hand to her neck. He can see the color leave her face as he leans in. Michael’s pink lips attach to her neck and leave a lingering kiss. He can feel her stop breathing and he knows he’s in the right place so he decides to have some fun. He gently sucks on the spot on her neck that he kissed before crawling his way up to her ear and whispering. “You look so fucking gorgeous tonight, baby girl,” and moving back to his seat.

Y/N is speechless. The words are clogged in her throat and she can’t speak, let alone breathe. She sits there, staring at him and his puffy pink lips that she wanted to kiss so badly. But two things stood in her way. The first being she knew his reputation. He was only doing this to help her get the cute boy in her biology classes attention. He didn’t really mean any of that. He had probably done this to thousands of girls before and she was just chopped liver.

The second obstacle that stood in her way was a voice that came to her right.

“Y/N?” they asked. Both Y/N and Michael tore their gaze away from each other to find the source of the noise. It was Luke. He was standing right in front of their table, staring down at the girl that looked so tiny compared to his tall features.

“Luke!” Y/N shrieks before smiling and standing up to hug him. Michael buries his face in his palms and wants to kick her under the table. No physical connection, that was an obvious rule.

“Hey, I was just about to leave and I saw you sitting here and thought I should come say hi,” Luke says as she pulls away from him. Michael jumps up and decides to take the situation into his own hands since he knows Y/N will just screw everything up if she keeps talking or hugging or staring at him like that.

“Hey man, I’m Michael,” Michael greets as he holds his hand out. They knew each other and Michael hated him but he had to give off the impression that he was a perfect gentleman for Y/N.

“Luke. Nice to meet you,” Luke replies as he shakes Michael’s hand.

“So how do you know my girl?” Michael asks as he puts his arm around Y/N. Both hers and Luke’s eyes go wide.

“Your girl?” Luke asks.

“Yeah, my girl,” Michael softly says before planting a kiss on Y/N’s cheek.

“We’re partners in biology,” Y/N answers, as Luke is too shocked to say anything.

“Yes. Yes, that we are,” Luke confirms.

“Well it was great to meet you, Luke, but Y/N and I have an amazing date planned so we’ll have to catch up later,” Michael says as he grabs her bag, hands it to her, and then takes her hand in his own.

“I’ll see you in class, Luke,” she smiles at him.

“Yeah. Yeah! You will. It was great seeing you,” Luke says, sadness clear in his voice as he looks down to see them holding hands.

Michael then almost pulls her out of the restaurant before either of them have a chance to say anything else.

[adorablelies]

now release 5SOS3 already