Michael Clifford Imagines

American Slang

Okay so if you're not American just act like one. If you want you can even attempt it in different accents like the Southern one or smtg like that. It's basically the same thing if you speak in English xD

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"He WHAT?!?!" You screeched in the phone rushing to the studio where the boys were, on foot.

You weren't that far from the studio so what's the point on wasting money on a cab when you can just run it.

Earning a groan from Ashton, he repeated.

"He was trying to get a coin in this very small jar and his hand got stuck and now he's panicking and he needs you. So get your ass here as quick as you can and help us out"

And with that you hanged up, rolling your eyes.

"Just great, the time that I'm not with them they get into some weird trouble. Just fantastic!" You grumbled loudly and sarcastic, making some people turn to you thinking you were mental.

Walking in the very large building. You made a beeline to the elevator pressing on the button which made you go to the 4th floor.

With a ding you went to a room with a 5sos name stuck to a door and walked in.

"I'm here! I'm here," you exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air.

Gosh this place is a mess, you thought as you scanned the room quickly.

Their guitars on the floor instead on the stands they were provided. Bags of empty chips and soda cans littered everywhere. And of course, the boys surrounding a very panicked Michael.

Calum trying to pulling on the jar as your boyfriend tugged on his arm, but with no luck. Ashton keeking the whole thing while Luke, well Luke was just standing there watching the whole scene unfold in front of him.

Hearing you walk in made them sigh in relief as you started helping Mikey and the boys. You tugging on his arm with the help of Luke as Ashton and Calum on the jar.

*12 minutes later*

"Well you're hand is as dead as a doornail, Michael," you exclaimed as you sat on the couch.

Noticing all of the boys stare at you with confused expressions, you asked what's wrong.

"Dead as a- what?"

"What the fuck does that even mean!?!"

"Does that even make sense.."

"What's a doornail?"

The last one question made you facepalm.

"Okay, first of all the expression is 'dead as a doornail'. And second, it means you're stuck. Third, yes, it does make sense. And lastly, it's a fucking nail in a fucking door, mmkay?" You clarified, standing up and slapping each of the guys' cheeks.

All of them muttered some 'oh's as they rubbed on their reddened cheeks.

"But I don't want my hand to be stuck forever in this demon jar," Michael pouted as he sniffed fakely.

"Well besides pulling, we should try to rack our heads more to find another solution!" As you said this all of the boys sighed again, looking at you with a tired and exhausted face.

"Stop it with your slangs, (Y/N)" they all said in unison.

You raised your hands up in defeat, not saying anything else as all of you started pacing to try and get some ideas.

"What if we just break the jar? Problem solved!!" Calum exclaimed, eyes wide as if he just discovered a theory (thank you Science).

Ashton thought it was a great idea while you, Michael and Luke just sighed.

"We have a concert in a few days. Do you really think it would be a good idea if we broke the jar and injure his hand? Which he uses to play guitar with?" Luke finally spoke.

You patted his head, thanking him for putting some sense into the kiwi and drummer.

After a few more stupid ideas, you finally had a good one.

Rushing out of the room leaving the boys with confused expressions you returned with some oil (in a bottle ofc duh).

They all caught up on what you were trying to do so they all just huddled around Michael while you were slicking some oil on his hand.

After a few seconds of twisting, voila! The hand was out and all of the boys gave you props while Michael ran out planning on breaking the monster he calls a jar.

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So this sucked dicks. I'm so sorry

Sucker,
-Cristy