Includes;
•Requested preference of any kind
•(fluffy) smut
•Keek's
•Cheating
•Breakups/Makeups
•How you meet
•Arguments
•Your punk
•Nerdy 5sos
•Romantic scenes
•Proposals
•Babies/Pregnancies
•He/you leave him/you
•You/He have a child from a differen...
Ok, IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LIKE IK IM A SHITTY ASS PERSON!!! 👏🙃👏🙃😩😖🙄. And also, I'm going to try out a new thing where I add in pictures and a little different writing style with the preference so I hope this turns out well 🤗🤔😁
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I pace back in forth, tapping my phone against my left wrist. My hair tied up in a high ponytail and my sweatpants hanging loosely from my wait paired with a cropped sweatshirt isn't the best date night but Michael said dress like yourself so...?
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I look at my phone every two minutes, waiting for him to text me, saying that he's here.
"He's 30 minutes late Hun..." Y/BF/N comments, not looking up from his/her book. I sigh in frustration.
"You know, M/F/BM/N (My/favourite/band member/name) wasn't like what when he gave me his number" he/she taunts, wiggling his/her eyebrow. I shoot a glare at him/her. She/he immediately shuts up, looking back at his/her book. Giving up, a tear running down my face I plop down on my bed face first.
"Aw, don't be like that Hun, I'm sure he'll show up! I mean, he's a huge star, he might just be running a little late" Y/BF/N rubs my back, trying to calm me down.
"Why would a rockstar be interested in me?" I ask, not moving my face from my bed. I hear a phone go off, but Y/BF/N reaches over to grab it. I let out a loud groan as I wallow in my own misery (A/N, ok me tho).
"HE'LL NEVER LOVE ME, I'M NEVER GOING TO HAVE A BOYFRIEND! I MIGHT AS WELL BUY MY 30 CAT'S RIGHT NOW!" I yell.
"Well, that can't name is Michael, he texted you Hun" Y/BF/N says, my head snapping up instantly.
"IS HE HERE?!" I scream, running to the mirror, fixing my appearance.
"Your mom let him in. He's on his way up here-" Before Y/BF/N could finish his/her sentence, there's a knock on my bedroom door. While I was fixing my face, Y/BF/N opens the door, letting Michael in.
"Hey Y/N, sorry I'm late I got held up at the studio" He says, looking sad, a single rose in hand. Walking over, I take the rose, smiling.
"That's fine, I wasn't too worried"
"LIE! She was just crying over it a minute ago" Y/BF/N shouts from the bed, a smirk on his/her face.
"ANYWAYS let's go" I hurriedly say, pushing Michael out the door.
"DON'T GET PREGNANT, I DON'T NEED LITTLE Y/N MICHAEL HYBRIDS RUNNING AROUND" Y/BF/N shouts before locking my bedroom door.
I laugh as Michael and I leave the house, off to our little date. And let's just say that by the end of the night, I wouldn't be surprised if we had a little hybrid
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