michael clifford*


Hey, guys! I’m finally uploading the master list. I will update it as uploads go up so all this blog’s works will be on here! Let me know if any of the links aren’t working or if I missed anything.

Smut is indicated when you open the link.


Luke Hemmings

Cowboys And Aliens

Slept In Last Night Clothes

First Time


Get Away   Part Two (Miss Missing You)

Two In One 

Drowning  Part Two (Hanging By A Thread)


Beautiful Goodbye 

Calum Hood

The Apology  Part Two (Never)  Part Three (Demise)  Part Four (Misleading Mistakes)  Parts Five And Six (Heaven Is Waiting And Tell Me Your Secrets)  Part Seven (Hurts Like A Car Crash)

Is This The Part Where We Kiss

All We Need 

The Worst

Never, Never  Part Two (Like I can) 

Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining  Part Two (Confrontations)

Leave Your Lover  Part Two (Not In That Way)

Get To Know Eachother

Fuck ‘Em Only We Know

Lost Boy

Talk Baby Talk  Part Two (Stone Cold)

If You Don’t Know

Blood Flow

Michael Clifford

Losers  Part Two (How Bad Can A Good Girl Get)  Part Three (Not Enough)


Too Close To Love You

R U Mine 

Prince And Princess

Red Lipstick Smudge


Anger Relief 

Good Morning 

Ashton Irwin


Harry Styles


Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 2)

sorry it took so long! special thank u to Ashley (@thesaltyspice) for helping me come up with ideas for this a million years ago xx

Part One

“Look at that one.”

“That one over there?”

“Yeah,” you confirm with a pout. “I want it.”

Ashton chuckles and looks to you at his side. “That’s the fourth dog you’ve said you wanted since we got here.”

It’s true, but you can’t help it. You always get dog-envy at the farmers’ market, exposed to too many cute pups at once for your little heart to handle.

“We should get one,” you say passively, adoring a large german shepherd trotting by with its owner. “Y'know, if we ever live together.”

Ashton smirks, turning his head. “I love how you’re not even worried about scaring me with plans for the future.”

Your cheeks redden, having not noticed the implications when you said it. It’s only been three months since the fight that started it all, since you and Ashton agreed to give your relationship a title, and you suppose you should be more careful about vocalizing your whimsical thoughts. Your guard just naturally falls around him, the pressure to play safe wiped away by his equal and obvious feelings toward you. Talk of commitment doesn’t affect him the way it does most people. If Ashton was going to run, he would’ve done so by now.

You glance down at his fingers between yours, smiling because you don’t think he’s let go of your hand all day. With his hectic training schedule for another upcoming fight and your demanding attendance at university four days a week, the two of you have recently been missing each other more than actually seeing each other, and it appears Ashton wants to make up for lost time in the form of suffocating your palm–not that you mind. For someone whose fists can be classified as lethal weapons, he has quite a gentle grip when it comes to you.

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Calum Hood Imagine

*Imagine based vaguely off of “All of Me” by John Legend. 


“I think I’m going to stay home tonight, you should just go on without me.” You wrapped your arms around yourself and took a seat on your bed.

Calum stopped getting dressed and eyed you suspiciously “I’m not going without you. What’s wrong?”

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one new message || luke hemmings

requested: no

word count: 1.6k+

synopsis: it’s ironic how a phone call is suppose to connect two people, and yet during one’s struggle and vulnerable state the only thing that person will constantly hear is the sound of the other’s answering machine.

a/n: this is my first attempt at like a PROPER angst piece. it’s probably fucken horrible but i’m gonna post it anyways! i purposely wrote it all in lowercase, so dont come after me about horrible punctuation. this is in luke’s pov.

credits to the gif owner.

masterlist // writing prompt list

“hi, this is y/n. sorry that I can’t come to the phone right now. leave me a message and i’ll give you a call back.”



swallowing down my pride, i slowly opened my mouth to try and say something but all that came out was the sound of my words bundling up and choking up upon my tongue. my throat so suddenly became dry and my entire speech that i had rehearsed over and over again for the past four hours immediately fleeted away from my brain the second i heard her voice message that i have grown so use to and so comforted by.

i am surprised that her inbox hasn’t filled up yet, especially since i have been leaving her messages almost frequently; as much as twice, three times a week. though… it use to be much worse. i would constantly call her and leave her a message twice a day; once in the morning and once at night. it was a toxic habit that i had to slowly break down to what it is now. i couldn’t help it. i needed to hear her voice. i craved hearing her name, hearing the sweet tone of her voice that has consumed my life form the second we met to this very moment. even if my only source of her vocal comfort was her damn answering machine.

does she ever listen to any of my messages? i wonder if she keeps them. i wonder if she listens to every single message and just keeps them for those moments where she feels alone and she feels as if she needs to hear my voice and hear me speak to her in order to feel warm and at home. or does she just glance at the growing number on her answering machine and mindlessly deleting them all at once without having any thought that within her eighty, ninety plus messages that i have left for her, someone important is actually trying to contact her.

i wouldn’t be offended if she called me back in frustration, telling me to back off or to leave her alone and to go away. i honestly wouldn’t blame her, especially if she had met someone new and they were spending time with each other and having a lovely time, only to be disturbed by me; an ex boyfriend who still can’t get the courage to end this chapter of his life. not just yet anyways. if she does call me back, it would be a miracle. it would actually make my day, just to hear her speak and hear more of the english language in her velvety silk sound than the twenty-five words that i have grown accustomed to.

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Shades of Green

I scrapped this so many times trying to get it right ohmygod. Also I’m a filthy liar; sorry for not posting earlier! Oh, and I promise this isn’t smut, despite the title ;)

Request: omg can’t believe no ones requested my baby ashton :(( can you do one where he gets jealous over something (CAN YOU MAKE IT FLUFFY AT THE END)) // I tried my best, Anon. Thanks for requesting, I love this idea :)

Title: Shades of Green

Words: 900+

Summary: You’ve been tutoring one of the other guys on the piano, and Ashton can’t help but feel a bit jealous of the attention you’re giving away.

Warnings: None

The sound of your laughter drifts from one room to the next, followed by a few sporadic piano notes, and Ashton can’t help but roll his eyes from his spot on the couch. As he recalls, some people like to read books in peace.

The piano notes, however, don’t stop, and neither does your laughter. Sighing in irritation, Ashton folds the corner of his current page before closing his book and placing it on the coffee table, rising from his spot. He makes his way down the hall and into the music room of your shared apartment. “Music room” meaning the place where the casual instruments were kept; guitars, individual drums, cajons, the piano.

“Music room” meaning the place where you’re currently perched on the piano bench with Calum beside you, both of you laughing over some stupid inside joke or something as your arms brush from the close proximity.

Once again, Ashton finds himself rolling his eyes. “You guys having fun?” he asks, keeping his voice light, and both you and Calum jump, startled by the sudden interruption.

“Yeah,” you say around a bout laughter, taking a deep breath and composing yourself before blinking a few times and continuing, “why wouldn’t we be?”

Ashton shrugs. “I was just checking in.” Next, he turns to Calum and cracks an innocent smile. “Is my girlfriend a good teacher?”

Calum’s face flashes with doubt for a split second, and Ashton can tell that he knows something is up. He feels bad getting possessive over you like this, and Calum is his best friend, but Ashton just feels plain irked right now, partially because his reading kept getting interrupted and partially because you and Calum are acting particularly close, more than usual.

“She’s great, actually,” says Calum with a nod of understanding. “It’s getting late, though, and I promised Mitchy I’d meet up with him for drinks.” With that, he rises from the bench, tapping you on the shoulder and saying thank you. You smile in response and bid him goodbye, watching as he leaves before turning to face Ashton.

“Cal’s such a sweetheart,” you say. “Love that guy.”

Ashton scoffs. “It’s noticeable.”

You blink before your eyes widen in realization. “Ashton, are you… are you jealous?”

“What? No. That’s stupid, why would I be jealous?” You saw the way his jaw clenched up, how he kept shooting odd looks at Calum. It all started making sense. He wasn’t being honest; Ashton was definitely jealous back there.

“You tell me,” you say, standing up and crossing your arms. You’re confused; he’s never been like this before.

Then again, you’ve never spent as much alone time with any of the other guys as you have been with Calum lately.

“I’m not jealous,” Ashton insists.

“Good,” you reply. “Because I would be pretty damn offended if you actually thought I would start having… feelings for Calum.

Ashton sighs. “Can you… can you maybe teach me a few notes or something?” he asks, gesturing toward the piano. You smirk in victory. He may not have admitted it to you, but he totally gave away that he was, in fact, jealous.

“Come on over,” you say, scooting over on the bench and patting the spot next to you. Ashton grins and takes a seat beside you, admiring the glossy keys.

“This looks kind of overwhelming,” he says, and you giggle.

“It’s not that bad, trust me,” you reassure him. “Now, I think we should start with something basic, like Mary Had a Little Lamb or—”

“No, what’s the one Cal is working on?”

“Ashton, Calum has been practicing for over two months now.”

“I want to try it,” your boyfriend insists, and you sigh.

“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”


Later, you and Ashton are sprawled out on the couch as an old action movie plays on the TV before you. You have to give him credit, he picked up the piano pretty quickly. Of course he has a ways to go before he’s actually any good, but your boyfriend has always been a fast learner, especially when it comes to music.

“Okay,” Ashton suddenly mumbles into your hair as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. “Maybe I was a little bit jealous back there.”

You smile knowingly. “Oh, yeah?” you say, feigning innocence. You feel Ashton nod, and you giggle as his curls tickle your neck.

“Just a little,” he mutters again, planting a soft kiss against your neck before backing away to face you. “But only because you’re like, my favorite person in the world and so is Calum, so when I saw my two favorite people getting close without me I kinda freaked out.”

“Hey, no worries,” you tell him with a shrug. “In all honesty, it was kinda hot.”

Ashton grins and leans forward, resting his hands gently on either side of your face and pressing his lips to yours in a lingering kiss. “I love you,” he says when he pulls away, and you only smile mischievously in response.

“I know,” you reply, leaning back into him as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer. “Believe me, I know.”