5SOS Imagines and Preferences

I Can't Watch A Movie... (Michael)

I Can't Watch A Movie Without Making An Ass Of Myself

"Fuck, that movie was disgusting," Y/N shuddered as the closing credits started rolling down the screen. She sat up from her corner of the couch, reaching across Michael's lap and grabbing one of the many bags of hot cheetos he stole from the convenience store. "You're disgusting," Michael shot back teasingly, giving her shoulder a playful nudge. "That's one of my favorites, don't be an ass."

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him and grabbed the remote, returning to the Netflix home screen. "What do you want to watch next?" She asked, scrolling through the movies. Michael knew this was a rhetorical question- she had already stopped on Pulp Fiction and gave him the puppy dog eyes. Michael couldn't say no to a Tarantino movie or Y/N's gorgeous eyes, so he let out a sarcastic groan and nodded. Y/N squealed in excitement and hit play, then let her head fall back onto Michael's shoulder. His breath hitched slightly.

Through the movie, Y/N had her head on Michael's shoulder and her arms around his soft torso. Michael couldn't focus on the movie in front of him when the love of his life was cuddling him, and he was just sitting there like a total douche. His arm slowly snaked around Y/N's waist, butterflies erupting in his stomach as she curled closer to him, humming with contentment. Michael got too caught up in the moment. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on the top of Y/N's head.

"Michael," Y/N mumbled warily, sitting up and looking at her best friend. The movie was paused. Fuck, Michael thought, mentally beating himself up. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm sorry," Michael sighed, bending over and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Michael, I-" Y/N began, but Michael wasn't done talking.

"I'm sorry I kissed you, that was a total dick move of me. It's just- I'm... I'm in love with you, Y/N. I know I'm nothing to you, I'm total scum-of-the-earth probably, but I just want you to know you're everything to me. Oh my god, I can't watch a damn movie without making an ass out of myself! When you laid on me I was stupid and assumed that-"

Y/N leaned in and connected her lips to Michael's very gently, one hand resting on his neck and the other pressed lightly against his chest. Michael's eyes widened and he let out a surprised squeak, but he quickly relaxed and let his eyes closed as his lips moved in sync with Y/N's. She pulled back shortly after, a smile curving on her face. "That was an excellent way of telling me to shut up," Michael breathed out, a grin forming on his own face. Y/N leaned in again, but this time she let her forehead rest on his.

"I love you too, Michael," she giggled, kissing him again.