5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

Your Special Day (Michael)

"Happy birthday, (y/n.)" You chuckle softly, flipping through the pages of your favorite magazine.

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Today was supposed to be the perfect day. Your 18th birthday, to be exact. When you walked into school this morning, you had hoped to open your locker and be showered with lovely cards from friends and classmates, maybe even a gift or two. However, you were underwhelmed to see nothing but your godawful textbooks.

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You're not even sure why you got your hopes up in the first place. You had never been too popular at school. On the bright side, you did have a small group of friends. Although, they'd never really been there when you needed them most.

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When you were walking to first period, you lit up when you saw (y/f/n) strolling towards you in the hallway. You were eager to see if she was going to say something about your birthday but the only thing on her mind was that Josh had asked her out and they were going on a date that evening.

Immediately all of your after-school plans were forgotten because your "friends" obviously didn't care enough to remember what day it was.

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Sitting in the kitchen alone, you silently wish your boyfriend was there. Sadly, Michael was touring the world with his band, and wouldn't return for another 2 months. He'd sent text messages and letters, but usually, they just weren't enough.

You sigh halfheartedly. Sometimes, it seems like he's the only one who cares.

You are suddenly pulled from your thoughts by a knock on the door. You wonder who it could be. You hadn't been expecting visitors. Quickly, you rush over to the door and pull it open.

It takes you a second to process who you are looking at, but when you realize who it is, you light up.

"Happy birthday (y/n)!" Says your very happy boyfriend Michael. You immediately run out and envelope him in a hug.

"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't getting back for another two months?"

"I'd cross the ocean one hundred times just to be with you."

You jump into his arms and burst into tears. He's just so sweet. You rock back and forth in his arms until your breath evens out.

"I love you so much." You say.

Michael's eyes darken as he looks hungrily at your lips. He smashes his lips into yours and pulls you inside the house.

You both stumble into your bedroom, your lips never separating and he throws you onto the bed.

"Wait, you never explained why you left the tour so early." you inquire.

"I just couldn't stay away from you for that long." He replies, peppering kisses down your stomach.

"What are the other guys going to do? They can't play shows without you."

"We all decided to cut the tour short." he says with a grin.

"What do you mean by that-"

Your question is cut off when you notice something peculiar out of the corner of your eye. A yellow substance starts to ooze out of the air vent.

"Uh... What is going o-"

You stop mid-question yet again when your eyes land on a purple goo seeping from your dresser.

Before you can say anything else, the ceiling fan begins to spin wildly. Your eyes widen as Ashton falls from the circling contraption with a thud.

Two more boys solidify from the goo puddles right before your eyes!

"What the GOOBER is going on here!? When did my room turn into a hot guy convention?"

You laugh at your own joke, only to find that  you are the only one who thought it was funny.

"I wanted you all to myself today, but I can't say no to my band." Michael says suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

"We want some holes too." Ashton, Calum, and Luke say menacingly, their eyes turning black.

Before you can object, you feel yourself being pushed back onto the bed as fingers plunge into your ears and nose. It gives you a fairly odd but surprisingly pleasurable sensation.

After the shock of this new feeling wears off, you grow slightly disappointed when you notice Michael hasn't made a move yet.

He seems to get the message and slips a condom over his finger. (Always use protection)

He digs his finger deep into your belly button. (Good thing he doesn't have Omphalophobia)

You moan intensely. This certainly is the best birthday EVER! You can't  wait until your next birthday!

A wild Brendon Urie comes out of the closet. Right away he feels out of place.

"Oops," He cringes. "Wrong fanfic. PETE I'M COMING SWEETIE!"

THE END!!!