MUKE one shots ♡

• mine, mine, mine •

Kinda, very tipsy but this ideas was too cute not to write - so expect typos and weird sentences.

Enjoy this ball of fluff.

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Michael groaned when he heard Calum banging on his door at three-fucking-AM. He knew that Calum knew he was awake and playing video games but that didn't mean he had any right to disturb him.

When he didn't go and open the door, hoping his best friend would leave, his dreams got destroyed as he heard the beep of the doors being unlocked.

The only other person with the keycard was Dave and he knew it would only be used in case of emergency.

"Michael, for fuck sake, where are you?" Ashton cursed and Michael curiously looked towards the door.

Calum and Ashton came in with a very happy and drunk looking Luke in the middle. Both of them were supporting him since it didn't look like the youngest of them could stand on his own.

"Mikey!" Luke said happily and tore himself away from his other band members to run towards the guitarist.

Michael had just enough time to remove his laptop from his lap before Luke threw his hands around his shoulders.

"Hi, Luke." Michael chuckled.

Luke exhaled happily and nuzzled his nose into the crook of Michael's neck.
"Hi Mikey, I missed you."

Michael looked at Ashton and Calum. "What did you do to him?"

Sure, Luke got drunk quite often but he wasn't a needy drunk. Not towards Michael or anyone else.

Ashton frowned. "We did nothing. Luke went on the dance floor the moment we entered the club."

"We found him an hour later like this," Calum added, agreeing with Ashton.

"He kept saying he wanted to see you and we even got him to his bedroom but he refused to sleep. He wanted to see you." Ashton smiled as he finally saw Luke calm down while hugging their bandmate. "Dave gave us your keycard because he wouldn't stop begging to see you."

Michael nodded. "Okay, I'll take care off him and we'll see you tomorrow."

It looked like a rock fell of Calum and Ashton's chest as they could finally leave Luke alone with someone they could trust.

"Lukey." Michael gently poked his best friend. "What's up with you? Did you take any drugs?"

It was unusual for Luke to do something like that but Michael knew he wasn't just drunk.

"You're my drug, Mikey." Luke giggled. "You're mine, mine, mine."

He hugged Michael a bit tighter and pressed his lips against his neck.

"Are you okay Lukey? Talk to me."

"I feel funny. But I feel okay with you."

"Okay." Michael laughed and tangled his hand into Luke's curls, making Luke purr at the pleasant feeling. "But what did you drink?"

"Beer and whiskey. I didn't take any drugs, I told Ashy that as well. I only took my allergy pills because my eyes were itching."

Michael looked at Luke who was pouting at him.

"Lu, I told you the instructions said you can't drink and use them as well."

Luke frowned. "I forgot Mikey. I'm sorry."

Michael turned off his laptop and smiled at his friend. "Don't apologize. At least we know why you're so happy."

"Only because I'm with you. Because you're mine, mine, mine." Luke murmured against Michael's skin.

Michael smiled but dragged Luke into a seating position. "C'mon let's get you out of your clothes."

Luke whined.

"And I'll let you sleep in my bed."

Finally, Luke obeyed. He stood up and let Michael took his shoes and socks off. Luke managed to pull his own trousers off while Michael tried to find a pair of decently clean sweats for him.

"Why did you want to see me?" Michael asked when he helped Luke into the sweatpants.

"They were playing truth or dare." Luke groaned and surprised Michael with the change of tone. "And they asked this girl about who from the band she'd marry, kill, fuck and kiss. She said she'd marry you because you seem like a good cuddle buddy and friend. But you're my cuddle buddy and friend so I want to make sure you won't cuddle her."

"I won't." Michael whispered and pulled Luke to the bed. Luke's words shocked him a bit but Luke was drunk.

"Good. Because you're mine, mine, mine."

"Luke," Michael poked his half-asleep best friend. "What do you mean yours?"

Luke's words made him feel warm and fuzzy inside but he already raised his hopes up in the past and was let down.

"Ask me in the morning when I won't feel so dizzy."

Michael frowned. "What will be different in the morning?"

"Nothing," Luke confirmed before he hugged Michael even closer. "But I want to remember telling you how I want you to be mine, mine and only mine."

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Muke, muke, muke.

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We're getting close to 100th one shot. Do you have any requests?

Love, Lucija ♡