m.g.c imagines

he wants to cuddle

"Not now, Mike." you whine, pushing his cheeks together as he snaked his arms around your waist, holding you.

He pouted at you, making Luke laugh from across the room.

"Ha. Loser," the blonde snorted, not looking up from his phone, but finding the time to insult Michael.

"C'mon, Y/N, all Mikey wants is cuddles." Ashton said, chuckling as he tied his hair back.

"No. No. It's fine," Michael narrowed his eyes at you, sliding to the end of the couch, huffing and crossing his arms like an angry child.

Calum looked at you with raised eyebrows.

You sigh, looking at Michael.

One cuddle wouldn't hurt.

You crawled toward him, leaning against his shoulder.

He huffed, shoving your shoulder.

You almost fell over, but you caught yourself.

You rose an eyebrow at the bright haired boy.

"Walking on thin ice, mate." Ashton whistled lowly.

Michael shrugged, still staring forward.
'Tickle Him' Calum mouthed.

You smirked, and pressed your fingers to his ribs, tickling.

He screeched, arms flailing.

You darted into his lap, curling up with your head on his shoulder, hand curling on his stomach, legs dangling off the side of his legs.

He huffed again, wrapping his arms around you with his face buried in your hair.

"I'm only doing this because your cuddles are better than Calum's and Luke's," Michael sighed.

"Hey!" Said boys complained.

Michael ignored the two idiots, rubbing small circles into your back.
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ahh short but cute...
just like me ;)
HA LOL IM NOT CUTE TFFF
-maddie