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talkfastromance4 · 2 years

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Double the Joy--a Luke&Lily special

a/n: this is the first of six Luke&Lily oneshots coming! They're going to be shorter (hopefully) so I'm all caught up with 'tour'. Everything in here is pure fiction and goes along with my universe I created

word count: 2k

warnings: pregnancy, birth

Enjoy! :)

Crystal had been feeling off all morning, she wanted to make Michael’s favorite dinner when he came home from rehearsals but she remained in bed with the dogs instead. Her lower back has been cramping and she hasn’t found a comfortable position to lay in for the last several weeks. Her phone buzzes with an update from Michael saying he’ll be home in forty minutes, there was an accident so traffic is backed up.

“Your daddy’s almost home, babies,” she touches her stomach then hisses in a breath. “Ouch!”

The dogs sniff at her belly and Moose whines.

She debates calling y/n to see if what she’s experiencing are contractions but she doesn’t want to alarm her. It could be Braxton-Hicks which is common around this time of her pregnancy. She ends up falling into a light sleep until the dogs start barking and she’s roused awake feeling more sharp pains.

“Crystal?”

The dogs leap off the bed upon hearing Michael’s voice and Crystal tries to get out of bed. She’s managed to get into a sitting position by the time he comes into the bedroom with Moose and South in his arms.

“Hey, are you okay?” Michael sets the dogs down and he kneels in front of her, his hands holding her stomach and she hisses again. “What is it?”

“Just this pain that comes and goes. I was up all night with it.”

“Is it a consistent pain?”

“Kind of…not really…yes?”

Michael smiles softly. “Baby, I think you might be in labor.”

“No, it’s…I can’t be. We have another month and you just got home.”

“It’s okay, let’s just time them and I’ll make sure our bags are packed just in case,” he kisses her forehead.

The next time she feels pain is a little less than ten minutes later.

“I’m calling Luke,” Michael states.

They hadn’t had a chance to ask, but Crystal and Michael wanted Luke and y/n there for the birth of their babies.

“Hey Michae–”

“Crystal’s in labor and we’re about to walk out the door for the hospital. I know you just got home but we want you and y/n with us,” Michael rushes out.

“Wow, okay. Yeah. Um, we need to see if Ash or Cal can stay with the kids and we’ll meet you there,” Luke says.

“Thanks, can you send it in the groupchat? I gotta help Crystal in the car and call her doctor.”

When Crystal is all situated in the car and while Michael is bringing her bag, pillows and blankets, he calls Andy to come pick the dogs up so they’re not home alone. He calls her doctor next and once he’s double checked she’s fine and buckled, he backs out of the driveway towards the hospital. He holds her hand the whole time smiling and kissing her knuckles.

“This is it, babe,” Crystal smiles. “We’re gonna meet them soon.”

When they arrived at the hospital they had to wait a bit until their room was ready and he helped her change into the nightgown they supplied. He adjusts her pillows the way she likes and drapes the blanket over her.

“Are y/n and Luke coming?”

“Hopefully soon, they were going to see if Cal or Ash could stay with the kids,” he touches the dark circles under her eyes. “Were you up all night?”

“Every other hour or so,” she shrugs. “It’s been hard sleeping with this belly.”

“Soon we both won’t know how to sleep again,” he chuckles.

“But it’ll be worth it,” she rubs at his 5 o’clock shadow. “Won’t it?”

“Absolutely. I can’t wait to see them.”

A nurse named Mary checks on her and says she’s only dilated three centimeters.

“It could go very fast or very slow. But you’ve had a great pregnancy so far so that’s excellent.”

“Is it normal to be a month early?” Crystal asks rubbing at her belly and adds slight pressure with her hands where she feels discomfort.

“It’s common for twins to be early,” the nurse nods. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of all of you Mrs. Clifford.”

“Please, call me Crystal.”

“And I’m Michael,” Michael waves his hand.

“Knock, knock,” Luke’s voice carries in after raps his knuckles on the door. y/n and Lily trail in behind him with bags and pillows.

“I’ll check on you in twenty minutes,” Mary smiles then heads out.

“Oh, Lily, I’m so glad you’re here sweetheart,” Crystal reaches out her hand to Lily.

“Really?” Lily’s face lights up at that. She releases mama’s hand to take Crystal’s.

“Of course, you’re the twins’ cousin and the oldest. I want them to meet you right away,” Crystal smiles.

y/n asks how she’s doing and Luke gives Michael a look and they step away towards the door.

“How are you doing?” Luke asks.

“Scared shitless,” Michael rubs at his face chortling. “But I can’t let her know that, she’s doing so amazing.”

“Just wait, you haven’t seen amazing until it’s time to push. I was scared shitless, too with Posy.

Lily sits very patiently on the couch by the window as nurses and doctors come and go. She brought some books and her iPad to occupy her time and left with Luke to pick up McDonald’s for dinner. On the drive back to the hospital Luke calls Ashton to see how he’s faring with Posy and Oliver.

“Everything is fine, they both ate their dinner, I just gave Olly his bath–which looks like I got one, too. And he’s quieting down in his room to go to sleep. Pose is next on the bedtime agenda,” Ashton explains. “How’re things there?”

“Moving slowly but Crystal and the babies are fine. Mike’s freaking out,” Luke laughs. “Lily’s being a champ, too.”

Lily smiles at him. She begged Luke and y/n to go to the hospital with them. He hung up with Ashton and they watched some movies after dinner. By 10:00 Lily was fast asleep with her head on y/n’s lap and Crystal was only at four centimeters.

Luke fell asleep too and y/n was nodding off until she finally fell asleep on Luke’s shoulder. Michael covered them all with a blanket they brought and returned to his seat next to Crystal.

“You should sleep, too,” she says.

“I know it’s hard for you to sleep, I’m fine,” he shook his head.

“You’re still running on travel time. I’m fine, I promise. Can you just put your hand…here…oh, that’s much better,” her eyes close when Michael’s hand is pressed to the desired spot. She hums and nestles further into her pillow, shortly after, her breathing has slowed and Michael smiles because she’s asleep.

Keeping his hand in the spot she directed him, he bends his head down to her belly.

“Your mama and I can’t wait to meet you, babies. Just don’t give her too much pain, okay?”

Crystal got a great night’s sleep until her contractions woke her up at 8 a.m and Mary told her she was now at seven centimeters. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Why is it taking so long?” she cries and Michael wipes at her cheeks.

“You dilated three centimeters more since last night, you’re progressing perfectly. Trust me,” Mary smiles. “I’ll be back in a half hour.”

By 9:30 Crystal starts to shiver which is common and Lily brought over one of the fuzzy blankets Michael brought from home. He tucks it around Crystal’s body and rubs at her arms kissing her temple.

At 10:40 she’s fully dilated and they prep her for the OR and wheel her out, it’s just a precaution so that the doctors and nurses are ready if the natural birth goes awry. Luke, y/n and Lily give her hugs and kisses and words of encouragement and Michael follows her out the door.

He’s completely in awe of the strength she has of not only pushing out one baby, but two. He holds her hand the whole time and barely notices the circulation leaving his fingers. She’s crying, he’s crying and then all of a sudden their baby is crying.

“Baby girl is born at 11:02 a.m,” the doctor announces.

“Oh, baby girl,” Crystal sniffs peeking over her knees to look at their baby. She’s tiny and perfect. The doctor snips the umbilical cord so she can be taken by the nurses.

“We’re going to make sure she’s okay and the next baby should be along soon.”

Michael wipes his nose and eyes with the back of his long sleeve keeping an eye on his daughter as the nurses clear her nose, ears and mouth. Her tiny arms and legs are reaching for the sky, for warmth, for Crystal.

“Oh, she’s so beautiful, baby,” Michael laughs through his tears.

It isn’t until 11:24 that Crystal starts pushing again and their baby boy is in the world. His lips are shivering as Michael cuts his umbilical cord before he’s taken to the bassinet next to his sister.

“Give him a blanket, he’s cold,” Crystal pouts, wiping at her eyes then hiccups.

“Crystal, you have some slight tearing so I’m going to stitch you up quickly. You might feel some tugging.”

“Okay.”

Michael takes her face in his hands and kisses her.

“You are an incredible woman,” he tells her.

Both babies are on the smaller weight size but other than that their lungs are strong and so are their heartbeats. They’re swaddled with hats on their tiny heads and are handed to Crystal. Mary helps her so she’s holding both of them comfortably.

“You did great, mom,” Mary smiles. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you for all your help,” Michael says, still wiping his eyes.

After a few moments of getting acquainted with each other, Crystal and the babies are wheeled out to go back to her room. Luke y/n and Lily are waiting outside the room as she’s wheeled in and getting comfortable.

When they get inside, Crystal is holding their daughter and Michael has their son in his arms, a permanent smile on both of their faces.

“What are their names?” Lily peers at her baby cousin in Crystal’s arms. “She’s so tiny, mama.”

“I know, you were that small once too, sweetheart,” Mama hugs her and kisses the top of her head.

“This is Chloe,” Crystal touches her pinky finger to Chloe’s forehead.

“And this is Maddox,” Michael smiles at his son. “Crys did a phenomenal job.”

“I knew she would,” y/n smiles and kisses Crystal’s cheek. “They’re beautiful. Hi Chloe, hi Maddox, it’s so great to finally meet you.”

Lily wants to see Maddox next so Luke lifts her in his arms and she’s beaming at him.

“What do you think, Lils?” Michael asks.

“He looks like you.”

“You think so?”

“He’s got your nose,” Luke nods and sniffs. Seeing the twins reminds him of how little Posy and Oliver were when they were born.

After a while, the three of them left to go home and to relieve Ashton so he can come visit with Calum. When they arrived home, Posy threw a fit because she couldn’t go see the babies as well. Luke tried to calm her down but she started kicking her legs and he held them in place against his body.

“Posy Mae, we don’t kick or hit when we’re upset, right? We use our words,” he scolds gently and she calms down but her face is red. “Auntie Crystal and Uncle Michael need some rest and so do the babies. Remember how Oliver needed to sleep when we brought him home?”

“Yeah,” she continues to pout.

“You’ll still get to meet the babies but once they’re at home, okay?”

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Crystal is fast asleep after Ashton and Calum left, Chloe and Maddox are also asleep in their bassinets but Michael is wide awake. He has a wonderful, beautiful wife, and now two beautiful babies. At the same time, Chloe and Maddox lift their small fists in the air and Michael rushes forward in case they’re about to cry. Their fingers clamp around his one pointer finger and he’s filled with so much love and adoration. His anchor tattoo peeks out between their itty bitty fingers and he’s found two new anchors that keep him tethered to earth. Chloe and Maddox, his two perfect bundles of joy.

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#luke&lily #luke&lily oneshot #luke&lily universe #luke&lily fluff #dad!sos #michael clifford writing

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wildflowerirwin · 1 year

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Ashton really went from lesbian farmer to Goat Dad™️

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grxcisxhy-wp · 2 years

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𝖼.𝗁. | 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌

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pairing ; c.h. x reader

requested ; yes

summary ; you stumble across a video of calum's fingers that has you all hot and bothered.

warnings ! SMUT, masturbating, fingering, riding, praising, finger sucking, titty sucking (?), unprotected sex, p in v, slight cockwarming at the end

word count ; 1.1k

a/n ; i think i have this weird thing for riding, but whatever. anyway, sorry it's been awhile i was just unmotivated, but weirdly listening to 1D got me to finish this work. also, thank you guys so much for 100 followers! hope you enjoy!

You had the day off from work, so you spent your time cleaning the home you shared with Calum and Duke. You had finished cleaning about half an hour ago, deciding to spend some time scrolling through social media on the living room couch.

Scrolling through your feed on Twitter looking at posts you were tagged in, posts Calum was tagged in, posts the band was tagged in, etc., you landed on a short compilation of Calum at different concerts, but the motion of his hand stayed the same.

Your eyes couldn’t help but focus on the movement of his fingers – them being the whole reason the compilation was made. Their movement was enticing and all too familiar – flashes of Calum’s fingers moving like that inside you playing in your mind. You just had to watch the video again… and again and again.

The need for Calum grew quickly from there, wishing he could hurry home from the studio faster, but you knew how important his music was to him. So, you decided to do the next best thing.

You laid back on the couch, spreading your thighs enough to slip your hand between them. You teased yourself over the fabric of your underwear – the only thing you were wearing other than a shirt of Calum’s. You tried to mimic the way Calum’s hands would tease you if he were there, but your fingers could never reach the right places like his would.

Still, you managed to work yourself up enough to have soft moans and whimpers falling from your lips. You had removed your underwear, rubbing shameless circles on your clit with one hand while the other moved at a steady pace in and out of your cunt. Lost in the feelings of your own fingers and imagining they were Calum’s, you hadn’t heard the door open and close.

Calum slid his shoes and jacket off after closing the door. He crouched down to the floor to meet Duke, smiling at the dog’s excitement in seeing him. When he stood up, he was about to call your name when he heard something that made him stop in his tracks.

He followed the noises that led him to the living room where he took in the sight of you spread out on the couch. He watched almost hypnotized as your fingers moved to please yourself. It was obvious to him that you were trying to replicate the way he did it.

When he snapped out of his stupor, he slowly made his way over to you as quiet as possible as to not disturb your concentration. He knelt down in front of the couch, leaving him almost eye level with your sopping cunt. He held back a groan as his fingers slowly moved to replace yours.

Your eyes shot open at the pleasant surprise of his touch. Your eyes found his already looking at you, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment as he began to rub circles just as you had been doing.

“Don’t be embarrassed, love,” he said, a small smirk adorning his lips. “Mind telling me what got you like this in the first place?”

“Saw a video,” you said simply, beginning to lose yourself in the feel of his hands.

Calum’s thumb kept at its motions on your clit while his ring and middle finger slid through your folds, spreading your arousal around. “About?”

“Your fingers. Liked the way they moved.”

At your admission, Calum slid his fingers into your entrance. He began moving his fingers in the exact motion of what had been in the compilation. “Like this.”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Just like that.”

Just as you felt the coil in your stomach begin to form, Calum removed his fingers from you. You watched with confused eyes as he stood up. His hands moved to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock slapped against his stomach, and you moaned.

“Come here, pretty girl.” Calum held his hand out for you. You put your hand in his and he pulled you to stand up. He replaced your previous spot on the couch, patting his lap. “You want to sit on my cock?”

You nodded, quickly clambering over his lap. You used your hand to guide his dick through your folds before slipping it into your wet hole.

“Good girl,” Calum groaned. “Taking my dick so well.”

You moaned as you sank all the way down onto his length. His hands grasped your waist, helping you rise up only to slam you back down.

“So good,” you moaned.

“Yeah?” he said. “You just love riding my cock, don’t you?”

“Mhm. Love it,” you gasped. “Want it all the time.”

“That’s my girl.” He smirked, one of his hands abandoning its place on your waist to trail up to your breasts.

He palmed at one while he leaned forward to take the other in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the nipple before sucking it into his mouth, making you clench around him. He groaned and repeated the action, rewarding him with the same reaction, adding to both your pleasure.

You reached for the hand that was on your breast, bringing it up to your mouth. Calum had momentarily stopped his attack on your breast to watch as you guided his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. He was mesmerized as you swirled your tongue around the digits like you’d done to his cock countless times before.

He groaned and pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth. “God, you’re so fucking hot. Sucking on my fingers like it’s my cock. You like my fingers that much, sweetheart?”

You moaned around his fingers, nodding eagerly as you clenched on his cock.

“You gonna cum?” he asked.

You nodded, trying to ride him faster, but your legs had grown tired.

“D’you need help?”

“Please,” you said, words muffled by his fingers.

“Okay, love. You just keep sucking those fingers, okay?”

“Okay.”

Calum grinned and kissed your chin, not bothered by the drool dripping down it from sucking on his fingers. He wrapped his unoccupied arm around your waist, holding you up as he thrusted into you quickly. You whined around his fingers, walls clenching his cock as he hit deeper than before.

“That’s it, love. Let go. Let it all go.”

You practically cried out around his fingers as you came, his thrusts continuing through your climax. He groaned as he followed right behind, hot ropes of cum painting your walls.

He removed his fingers from your mouth as you came down from your high. He kissed you for the first time on the lips since he came home. It was lazy and messy, but neither of you cared.

“I love you,” you whispered as he pulled away.

He kissed your forehead. “I love you, too. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Can we stay?” you asked. “Just for a little bit.”

“Of course,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “We’ll stay for however long you want.”

#grxcisxhy's writing #calum hood imagine #calum hood #calum hood smut #5sos x reader #5 seconds of summer #5sos #calum imagine #calum hood oneshot #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #calum hood x you #calum hood x y/n #calum hood x reader #smut

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bartxnhood · 7 months

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lover of mine | m.g.c

michael clifford x reader

summary: after a long day, you just want to be wrapped in his arms.

warnings: none !

wc: 532

requests open

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michael opens the door to your shared home, he slips his shoes off and drops his keys on the table next to the door. “babe?” he calls out as he walks through the empty house.

usually, you’re in the kitchen or on the sofa binging a new tv show you found, and inevitably get michael hooked on it as well.

but it was dark and quiet with you nowhere to be seen.

he walks through the house, peeking his head in a few rooms as he heads upstairs. just to see if you were maybe in the bathroom or laundry room, but still no sign of you.

as he opens the bedroom door he is met with your figure curled up underneath the duvet with southy and moose at your feet. he sees how your chest is rising and falling steadily so, he assumes you are asleep.

michael walks to his side of the bed, taking everything out of his pockets and resting them on the bedside table, he gingerly raises the duvet and lets himself under.

“mike?” you hum feeling his side of the bed dip. you hear him shuffling on his side thinking he was getting comfortable.

“i’m home..” he says softly, you hear the rasp in his voice and know he was tired. “mm” you sing finding his body heat and curling up by his side. “missed you” you say into the fabric of his shirt.

he pulls you close to his side, wrapping his arms around your figure. you feel his hand come to your back and he draws shapes, “you okay?” he asks, but you only hum in return and then fall silent for a bit.

“bad day, work was rough. i just..don’t know” you sigh. you weren’t good with your words, you could never explain how you felt so oftentimes you’d just keep everything bottled up. “it’s okay..” michael could feel your frustrations and then tension in the air, he was always a good listener but more importantly he could understand your emotions without you even uttering one word.

“im just so burnt out. needed a break” you add. michael is still rubbing your back, then he presses a kiss in your hair. “we all need a break here and there” he reassures, offering some comfort. “mm” you reply.

for a while the both of you fall quiet, listening teach others and breathing with your eyes closed. you never had to say anything sometimes, just being wrapped in each other's arms was enough.

“how was the studio?” you ask, wanting some insight on his day. “good” he answers, but you hear his tired he sounds. he was probably drifting off. “we finished mixing the album, so it won’t be much longer till it’s completed.” you smile, knowing how hard they had been working on this album and how much it meant.

“had i known that i would’ve made dinner to celebrate” you chuckle quietly. “nah” he replies, “this is enough. just having you in my arms is enough for me..” he adds, then proceeds to squeeze you as you laugh.

“i love you, y/n” he says, kissing you softly. “i love you too, michael.”

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riya-kaur · 5 months

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michael gordon clifford.

summary: michael being pampered with love on his birthday

birthday boy.

"wakey wakey, birthday boy!"

you take light footsteps into your bedroom, watching your boyfriend stir in your bed as he taps beside him, hoping to find you laid there.

"over here" you giggle as you stand beside the bed, hovering over him as you hold a wooden tray in your hands.

"good morning" you coo as you watch him sit up on the bed, his back against the head rest. he lets out a yawn as his hands reach up to his eyes, rubbing them open.

"happy birthday, my love" you smile, settling the tray onto his lap.

on the tray displayed: a card, a cup of coffee, a stack of pancakes - which were drenched in butter and maple syrup.

"c'mere" he glows as he reaches for your hand, tugging it lightly. you giggle before walking over to the other side of the bed, slipping back under the duvet and cuddling into his side.

"thank you, baby," he smiles before leaving a kiss on your head. you wrap your arms around his bicep as he goes to pick up his cutlery. "want to share?" he asks. "please" you grin, batting your eyelashes as him.

he cuts a piece before feeding it to you. his fingers soon come up to your lips, wiping up the syrup that had spilt from your mouth. he licks his finger clean before cutting a piece off for himself.

"these are fucking delicious, baby" he lowers his lips on yours, placing a lingering kiss. your hand rises to his cheek, as he deepens the kiss.

the taste of the maple and butter can be sensed from our tongues, as they move together.

you pull away slowly before setting your forehead against michael's. you let your hand stay cupped on his cheek. with placing one more kiss to his nose, you drop your hand back around his arm.

after the breakfast in bed, the both of you had changed into your day outfits, getting ready for the day ahead.

holding michael's hand, you lead him downstairs to the little display you had made earlier on in the morning.

twenty-eight balloons hung from the ceiling, each one tied with photos of michael, some with you, his bandmates, his family, and with the dogs. as well as that stood an illuminated, neon '28' sign. besides that on the kitchen counter sat his birthday cake and an overflowing basket of presents.

"you can open your eyes now, baby," you squeal, waiting for michael's reaction.

you watch as micheal's eyes widen as he takes in everything.

"you're amazing," he coos as he presses his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your front.

you tilt your head to the side, leaving behind a kiss on michael's jaw. "i want you to see this" you leap forward to the balloons, showing michael the pictures that hung on the ballons.

michael's lips turn to an upward smile as he shuffles through the ballons, scanning the pictures. "this one's my favourite." you look over at him, his lips now turned into a smirk as he holds up a picture.

you walk over to him before looking at the picture, a giggle escapes your lips as you look up to your boyfriend.

it was a picture of you both in bali, laid in the white sheets of the bed, the duvet was half thrown over, michael's head was resting on your stomach as he hugged your lower half whilst you laid there in a set that matched the color of the sheets, your arms stretched out in front of you as you took the picture off.

"we have to go back there one day" you smile as the memories of the trip come flooding in. you rise on your tiptoes as you let your arms fall around his neck. his hands fall around your waist as you both stand there in silence.

you peer over michael's shoulder, your eyes falling onto your apple watch, you scrolled through, and went on your voice memos, you clicked play on the most recent recording and it started playing through the speakers.

you feel michael smile against your shoulder. biting back a smile, you pull your head back slightly, michael's head turns to you. he places a kiss on your forehead.

the recording that was playing over you both was the first draft of 'bali', the song michael had written, and the song that held a special place in both your hearts.

michael swayed you in his arms as his eyes fell close, yours doing the shame.

"we'll definitely go back" he hums as he hides his face, nuzzling into your neck.

the two of you sway in each other's embrace for a short while before you remembered that michael still hadn't opened up his presents.

so the two of you were now sitting on the couch, michael was opening up his present, and you watched as he was doing so.

"thank you, baby, i loved everything" he beams as he reaches out for you, gently sliding you over to his side. "you're welcome" you smile placing a kiss to the side of his neck. "i do have one more suprise, it's just a small one," you beam before you take your phone out of your pocket.

michael watches you as you pull up to your messages app, pulling up calum's contact.

the last message he had sent was a video attachment. you clicked on it and turned to michael, shuffling closer to him. you stretched your arms out in front of you both before clicking play.

as the video starts, you can feel michael already smiling, a small giggle leaving his lips as he watches his four best friends lined up on a couch.

"happy birthday, mike!" the four of them say collectively. each one of them have around thirty seconds to give a happy birthday message to michael, some of them reminiscent of the past- bring up their shared memories.

and at the end, they finish off with their 'i love you's'

you looked over at michael, who was grinning like a chesire cat.

"you've outdone yourself, this time" michael beams. he pulls you on his laps, your legs now straddled around him.

"i love you, michael."

"i love you too, baby, so much." he places a kiss on your lips. "thank you for everything," he finishes off.

"you deserve it"

happy birthday to michael!

↪ wanted to get this out earlier :/

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos imagines #michael clifford imagines #michael 5sos #michael clifford #michael clifford fluff #michael clifford imagine #michael clifford x reader #michael clifford x y/n #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #5sos imagine #5sos fanfic #5sos fluff #5sos michael #5sos x reader #ri writes

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plushyluke · 9 months

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this energy forever 🪩🤍🩶

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confusionmeisss · 2 months

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luke hemmings just sounds absolutely ethereal when he sings & writes , like i don’t think u understand how much i love his voice & writing style.

#ali’s thoughts & opinions 📼#5 seconds of summer #5sos #luke hemmings #luke 5sos #when facing the things we turn away from #wfttwtaf #lh2 #calum hood #michael clifford #ashton irwin #music #song writing

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paragal · 2 years

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loved the lore today

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indianamgc11 · 1 year

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high infidelity

a/n: i’ve been working on this for around a weekish and i’m so happy it’s finally finished. its inspo comes from “high infidelity” by taylor obvi, specifically because of one line, but it just kind of ended up inspiring this whole story with Cal. (positive and helpful) feedback is appreciated :)

warnings: light swearing, subject of “cheating” in a committed relationship, long term relationship, mentions and actions of marriage, lots of angst, fluff, bunch of feels

word count: 2,495

The conversation had been racing though your mind since you walked out of the house. Each of your schedules have been incredibly busy but you still found time with each other. But lately it’s been getting harder to. Calum’s in the studio double the time now and your work is piling up. The only sight you saw of each was getting home at night and sleeping in the same bed. Now who’s to say that will continue either.

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You were able to come home a little early that day and wanted to do something nice for the two of you. Calum’s more of the cook in the house so you order your favorite takeout dishes and text him.

You: Hey babes, you gonna be home soon? You: I got off a little early so maybe we could do something?

Calum: Hey darling, I’m gonna be in the studio a bit longer but I should be out soon. And I’d love that❤️”

You decide to go upstairs and take a quick shower to destress a bit before Cal comes home. You undress and step in the shower, feeling the warm water slide down your body and exhale. You quickly wash your hair and body before getting out and wrapping up in a towel, then pick one of his old shirts and a pair of leggings to wear.

The food arrives just as you go downstairs, bringing it to the kitchen with Duke following closely behind to the smell of the takeout. After setting up the food on the table, you go to the living room and put on an Arctic Monkeys record, and sit down, pulling out your phone as Duke comes up in your lap. You respond to some text messages and check your emails before going on Instagram, scrolling through your feed as usual.

A few pictures in and a photo pops up of a couple holding hands while walking in a boardwalk, taken by the pap. You don’t think much of it because you hear the door open and immediately put your phone down on the couch and get up to see calum walk through the door, looking tired but happy to be home. You run up to him and hug him with your arms around his waist and him likewise.

“Missed you bubba” you say into his chest as he puts his head down into your neck, enjoying the touch of you.

“Missed you too darlin.’” You could tell by his body language and his tone that he was tired.

“Long day?”

“Hmm” he hummed into your neck as you both slightly swayed in your embrace. You continued to stand there a little longer before you pull away, taking his hand to lead him into the kitchen.

“Chinese?” He asked as he, along with Duke, started to smell the foreign food from the room. “Of course” you smiled as you both entered the kitchen. You both sit down and enjoy the meal in comfortable silence. Calum reaches over for your hand and you’re intertwined with his, stroking the surface of his lightly with your thumb.

You finish the food and start on the dishes, Calum taking Duke outside for a minute. You hear him come back inside and shut the door, but hear the sound of him talking. Assuming it was to Duke, thinking nothing of it.

You hear his footsteps behind you as he wraps his arms around you from behind, lightly kissing your neck as you finish up washing the dishes.

“Missed you” he mumbles into your neck as you start to turn around and face him. “Missed you too bubs” you say, pecking his lips.

“Is that Arctic Monkeys?” he says as he pulls away.

“Yeah, it’s the new record I bought, figured it would be nice” you smile as your hand goes up to his curls at the nape of his neck to play with a bit.

“Shall we dance?”

“We shall” you smile as he leads you to the living room.

“R U Mine?” comes into your head more clearly as you both now stand in the living room, your hands settled around his neck and his around your waist once again. You both begin swaying and enjoying the moment that you never wanted to end.

Calum was never around much anymore, always so busy in the studio or with the guys. It wasn’t much better for you either sometimes, always in classes or working in your free time. So these sweet moments you tend to cherish, not knowing when the next one would be.

Your head is on his chest with his chin resting on top of your head, Cal humming along to the song, when you feel something buzz. You hope for him not to notice his phone going off in the pocket of his leather jacket, but if you felt it then of course he would to. He drops his hands and reaches for it, walking out of the room before the phone was even up to his ear. He holds up his pointer finger to you before you can ask questions, slightly whispering. “Be right back,” before jogging up the stairs.

You go to the base of the stairs and see him over the corner of the top railing, going up a few steps. You back up a far enough distance away so you can still hear without him knowing, and end up hearing words nobody wants to hear their significant other say in earshot, at least not to you. You quickly grab your phone and jacket, putting on your shoes and headphones before slamming the front door loud enough so he could hear. Thinking too fast to grab your keys, you continue to walk down the sidewalk angrily and hurt without any intention of going back for the night at least.

He fucking lied. All the times the words of “I love you” or sweet nothings after every moment of passion meant nothing to him. It started to rain as you turned the corner past the end of your road, the water adding to the tears already falling down your face. What shocked you the most at the moment of this whole betrayal was that you never even saw it coming. It felt like you were blind and couldn’t see his tricks or what was real, if anything was. He ripped open a wound that felt like it would never heal, and knocked down doors of yours that might not be repaired. Doors only he could open. He meant everything to you, but he couldn’t seem to return the favor.

The rain had let up a bit as you walked to your best friend’s doorstep, ringing the doorbell and the door opening, y/f/n knowing just from the look on your face. She lets you in and hugs you tight, not caring about the soaking wet coat or muddy shoes.

“Can I-“

“Don’t even say anything. I’m here for whatever you need.” Y/f/n said as you continued to cry until no tears were left.

••

You woke up in her guest room the next morning, eyes puffy and the pillow damp from crying yourself to sleep last night. Your hair was a disheveled mess and your senses a little hazy. Then last night comes rushing back to you. Tears begin to well in your eyes once again as you bring your hands to cover your face, rocking slightly back and forth and beginning to cry again. You stop yourself, letting out a heavy exhale, and get up from the bed, your bare feet hitting the cold floor as you level yourself.

You slowly trod into the bathroom, seeing your reflection— and the shirt you were wearing. It was one of his. One that you’ve worn so many times it’s basically considered yours now rather than his. Now you can’t stand being in it or looking at it or touching it. Thinking of all the memories attached to it made you want to, well, cry. You fanned your eyes so more tears wouldn’t fall and walked back into the room and out to go the kitchen.

Y/f/n was leaning against her counter sipping a mug full of coffee and her glance turned to you, setting down the mug and coming over to hug you.

“Don’t cry hun, you’re ok. You want some coffee?”

You give her an appreciative nod and she smiles in return, turning to start the cup for you. You walk over to the window across the space, looking out onto the street. It seemed peaceful. For once in the last 12 hours, it provided a sense of calming in a way. Not many people drive down this road, it not being a main one.

But peace never seems to last long.

It didn’t here either, as an all too familiar car drove into sight and into the driveway. Eyes widening slightly as a panic set in, backing away to the counter. Y/f/n turned around asking what was wrong, and telling her in a shaky voice, she responds with the reality of the matter.

“This is where you have to come in, y/n. There are times where you can lean on someone, and others when you can’t. You have to settle this somehow, I’ll support you either way, but you have to decide which way to go.”

You both understand with a knowing look and a nod, and you go to the front door, anxiously pacing and looking through the front window for what seems like every second. A blurry figure starts to walk up, tall with gorgeous skin and fluffy hair, anxiously messing with the silver rings around his fingers. The knock on the door only happens once but rings in your head a little longer than it should. Your hand reaches to open the door knob but it’s the opposite of what you wanted to do. For all you care, you would’ve kicked it open.

You twist the knob and open the door to be greeted with a pair of pleading eyes, searching in yours as soon as you make eye contact. Calum is the first to break the deafening silence.

“My shirt.”

“Hm? Oh” you respond with a surprise that that was the first thing to come out of his mouth in this situation.

“Wanted to keep something of you to myself.” Your tone was cold. You had no reason to be sympathetic towards him.

“Y/n, I-“ was all he could say before you went off.

“How could you. I’ve loved you ever since I was 14 years old. I would give anything for you, drop all my plans just to be with you, gave my heart to you just for you to fucking pellet it to the ground. Finding assholes wasn’t as hard as I thought I guess,”

Angry was an understatement. Pacing throughout the hall was all you could do, your hands going from your hair to each other, twiddling your thumbs in an awful manner. All he did was watch. He knew better than to interrupt you would make matters worse then they already are between you two. You stop and stand in place, just looking at him in disbelief, eyes watering, mouth moving with no sound coming out of it.

You slid back against the wall, tears falling and curling up to yourself, mind running with thoughts and memories you don’t even want to think.

Feeling footsteps and another body next to you, instinct takes over and you lean in, overlooking all things running around your mind. You slowly shift your body onto his lap, arms coming up around his neck and leaning your head into his shoulder, continuing to cry as his wrap around your waist. He pets your hair and rubs up and down your back, letting you do what’s needed.

After you calm down enough, he says something at first you don’t even register it. Retracting your head to look at him and give him a slightly puzzled look, he repeats himself.

“Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th?”

Did I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? you thought.

Your stared him down, completely unblinking. He had cheated on you, you didn’t want to listen, but something compelled you to. He was your friend, your boyfriend, someone you trusted, so you caved.

“Where were you April 29th exactly.” You hiss, eyes narrowed.

You cross your arms, staring him dead in the eye, hesitant to even lean on him. You didn’t truly want to listen to him, but you believed he could tell you the truth, even if he’s lied to you in a way you never imagined he would.

“I was shopping.”

“Excuse me?”

“I was shopping, for this.”

He reaches into his pocket with your eyes intently following his every move. In his hand is a small leather box. Your eyes widened,

“Cal,” you breathe.

“Y/n, I’ve loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you. You’d drop everything and meet me in the pouring rain. You care for me and love me more than anyone else would or even could. The person I was talking to was your sister, she was helping me put this together.”

“I love you.” He breathed with relief, nothing but pure elation coursing through his veins.

“Yeah I know. You’re so lucky I know what she likes.”

“So it was her on the other line?” you questioned.

“Yes love, I would never cheat on you, are you kidding? You’re the only one I have eyes for, hands for, love for.”

He removes his other hand from your hip to open the tiny box, revealing a beautiful crested ring, shining in the sunlight coming through the window. Your hands fly up to cover your mouth as it drops open in awe.

“Y/n I love you so much and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else but you. So, will you marry me?”

“Yes Cal, yes.” you exclaim, tears welling from a different emotion. Your hands cup his face as you kiss him, full of passion and excitement as you both smile into it.

You stop to admire the moment, foreheads against one another’s as each of you smile, wondering how your smile could get any wider. He looks down at the ring and brushes his hand over yours, taking it and gingerly sliding the ring onto your hand, both admiring it.

“I can’t believe this.” you giggle, looking from him to the ring.

“Believe it, baby.” he responds, pulling you in for another tender kiss.

He murmured soft ‘I love you’s’ against your skin. This time, this time you knew he would never lie to you. He was yours, and you were his. With a small laugh, you hug him tight, tears in your eyes, this time from excitement.

“I love you Y/N. I’ve loved you before I knew who you were.”

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wait in the car? - afi

summary: ashton’s driven you home but the song playing is too good for you to leave without finishing it.

pairing: ashton irwin x genderneutral!reader, friends to lovers

an: hiya if you read this, go give some love too to my ‘babe ruth’ titled post please:) reblogs are incredibly appreciated.

word count: 665

requested: yes

warnings: both reader and ashton get called pretty, kissing, fluff

feedback appreciated!!

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You’d just been out for a meal with one of your closest friends - Ashton. He’d been incredibly sweet the whole night, as normal, and had offered to drive you home.

Your head was rested against the window sneaking quick glances at Ashton when you noticed you were pulling up close to your house. Ashton’s phone was playing music quietly throughout the car, leaving both you and him in a comfortable silence.

Ashton looked at you as the music paused to move onto the next song, “sitting tight? Y’still okay?” You are in love by taylor swift began playing as you nodded at him, smiling. He smiled back, moving to squeeze your knee, then subsequently leave his hand there.

“m’perfect.” you whispered as you pulled up in front of your house, “is this goodnight then?”

Ashton paused, looking back at his phone. “wait in the car a minute? The songs too good for you to not finish listening to it.” You nodded back at him. You were both looking at each other now, eyes trained on the other person, never once daring to leave.

“This song reminds me of you,” he blurted out. He seemed to realise he said that out loud by the shock and confusion written on your face. “Not that i’m in love with you - not that i’m saying that’s bad, i’m sure you’re a lovely person to fall in love with - just it mentions best friends and you’re mine?” he rambled.

You’re still sat there, just looking at him, listening to the words of the music. You’re heart ached hearing him say he wasn’t in love with you yet also fixed itself knowing it all sounded like utter bullshit.

Ashton was still looking at you when he spoke again, “you look really pretty, today.”

You felt your face heating slightly, again when you notice his eyes are trained on your lips. “You do too, Ash.”

His face flushes, his eyes meeting yours then staring at your lips again. He was overwhelmed by you, all he could do was focus on you, nothing else. “Fuck it,” he leaned in over the console and grabbed your top, pulling you closer, his other hand cupping your face, “can i please kiss you?”

Your heart was pounding inside of you, one beat away from flying out of your skin. Your breathe halted and you couldn’t move. When you took a hold of yourself again, the only thing you could do was nod, and almost instantaneously, his mouth was on yours.

His lips were gentle, sliding across yours. They were warm and soft, devouring you with such care and love, heating you up inside. You could feel the love build up from previous years as you moved your body onto his, sitting on his lap, merging you both into one.

It’s so hard to stop - you never want it to end. This is the moment you’ve dreamt of - you don’t want to know what happens heat. This is it. Nothing else matters to either of you anymore except the sweet taste of the other. You were the first to pull away, eventually, no matter how little you wanted to.

“ash,” you whispered, almost as if you didn’t want him to hear you, but he was too close to miss it.

He didn’t respond. His hands were still on you when he looked at you again, “we just kissed.”

You were about to start shaking - was this a good thing? He looked so drawn away and unfocused, did he actually want that? You were about to question him when he repeated it again, this time with a strong smile, “we just kissed.”

You were both smiling uncontrollably, you’re for heads pressed together. Ashton pressed his lips to yours again, leaving you both just smiling into the other.

You pulled away again, still both grinning like maniacs, the song you’d forgotten all about drifting to a close, “do you want to come in?”

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