#muke x reader

[pazlovemgc]

THE VOICES MADE ME DO IT

THE VOICES

[bratzforchris]

hello hello! can you do one where luke takes care of his little on her period?

Little Ones Need Care Too

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Caregiver!Luke x feminine and little!reader

Warnings: Menstrual topics

Word Count: 683

A/N: I'm sorry it's so short, anon! College is killing me rn >.<

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Luke absolutely hated when you were on your period. Not because it inconvenienced him in any way, but because your cycle wreaked absolute havoc on your body, making you exhausted and in pain. He did his best to care for you in the ways he knew how, but he could still see how much your period took out of you. 

Unfortunately for both you and him, today was the first day of your period and it was absolute hell. You’d woken up rather late, despite being put down for bed early because you were regressed. The sun streaming through the blinds irritated you as you realized what had woken you. 

Terrible cramps were ripping through your lower abdomen, and all you could do was snuggle into Luke’s side and cry in your little state. You suckled on your paci softly, praying Luke would wake up soon. You didn’t want to wake Daddy up, no, but the pain in your tummy was becoming too much for you to handle. Luckily, it wasn’t long before Luke rolled over and sleepily blinked his eyes, wrapping you in a cuddle. You sniffled softly, hoping Daddy wouldn’t notice you crying, but Luke immediately sat up, hugging you to his chest. 

“Oh princess, what’s wrong?” he asked sadly. 

“Tummy hurt!” You cried, laying your head on his shoulder. 

Luke went to ask you where your stomach hurt, until he turned his head and saw a red spot on the white sheets of your shared bed. “Oh honey,” he cooed. “Let’s go to the bathroom, my love.”

Daddy hoisted you up onto his hip, whispering soft, comforting things to you as he walked you into your ensuite bathroom. He carefully sat you down on the lid of the closed toilet seat and stooped to pull one of your princess pull-ups out from the cabinet. 

“Look what I have, baby!” Luke said cheerfully, trying to lighten your mood. 

Luke’s happiness didn’t completely calm you down, but it did reduce your tears to sniffles and put a tiny smile on your face. The blond carefully helped you stand up and removed your blood-soiled underwear, not speaking much. Little you knew what your period was, but neither you nor your daddy went into a ton of details about it. 

Luke carefully wiped your skin with a baby wipe, making sure you were completely clean, before sliding the pull-up up your legs and patting your padded bum. “Would you like a onesie, honey?” he asked you, kissing your head. 

“Tummy hurt, Daddy.” You whined again, snuggling into his side as you suckled on your paci.

Your daddy pouted softly, kissing your head gently. “I know, little princess. I’m so sorry, honey. Let’s get you in some warm pajamas and get you some breakfast and then I’ll get you some medicine.”

Luke kissed your head again before going into your baby room to get you dressed in a clean outfit. The sheets needed to be washed, but he could worry about that later. Right now, all his attention was on you. The blond quickly dressed you in a snuggly, pink onesie that read Daddy’s Princess on it for easy access when he would need to change your pull-up later. 

“Breakfast time!” he said in a funny voice, in an attempt to make you smile as he walked down the stairs with you on his hip. 

Luke kept you attached to his hip as he found an applesauce pouch that would serve as enough breakfast to give you medicine, without making you more nauseous. He slowly held it up to your lips, almost like a bottle, smiling when you began to suck on it. 

“Good girl!” he praised you, replacing your paci when you were done. 

Daddy quickly gave you a dose of the liquid ibuprofen before carrying you over to the couch for some snuggles. He flicked on My Little Pony and began to softly rub your tummy, smiling as you visibly relaxed. 

“Loves you, Daddy.” You whispered, snuggling into his chest. 

“I love you too, little one.” Luke whispered back as you drifted off. 

[lipringlrh]

Saw your post about poly!sos prompts, what are you open too? Poly+reader, poly just them(probably ot4 in that case, or else one would be left out), poly them being together AND together with the reader? What are your preferred pairings? (Cashton+reader? Muke+reader?) I have So Many Ideas I will never be able to write them all down so please take my Thoughts

JetBlackBritt (Britt)

hiya! so this account is mostly x reader so for this account poly them x reader. i’ll try to write any pairing, whether that’s 2 of them, 3 or all 4. atm i don’t have any preferred pairings except maybe cashton x reader and muke x reader but i’ll write any

please send in as many requests as you want and i’ll try get through them, and thank you very much for asking!! :)

[conspiracy-ash]

Will you only post muke or will you post someone x reader ?

muke will be my main, but i will be diverse and do different things too !! dw <3

[gigglyirwin]

Good Girl

Pairing: Muke x Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), fluff, praise kink

Prompt: Nice

Summary: Michael and Luke decide to reward the reader since she’s been on her best behavior for them.

This is day 10 of 25 Days of Christmas. Check out the masterlist HERE!

You were bored. You were Luke’s plus one to the record labels annual Christmas party and at first, it was great and you loved talking to everyone who helped make their dream possible but as the night ticked away you were getting antsy and had run out of people to talk to and things to talk about.

It was Michael who noticed your distress, coming to stand beside you and offer you another drink. You declined, not in the mood for alcohol especially the fancy kind that was littered throughout the room. “You okay?” You nodded to answer his question, shifting from foot to foot as your heels were growing uncomfortable. “Are you ready to go home?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “But I know you guys aren’t.”

“Love, you should’ve said something. We didn’t have to stay this long.”

You, Michael, and Luke had some sort of relationship going if you could call it that. It was more like an agreement between them. They both liked you, you liked both of them and while you had experimented with both of them individually the first time you all were together was one of the best nights you’d ever had. You wouldn’t call it a polyamorous relationship but it was something along those lines and whatever it was it worked and you were all happy.

“We don’t have to leave,” you assured as Michael looked around the event center for Luke. “Really, if you aren’t finished partying yet I can wait a little longer.”

Michael shook his head and grabbed your hand, only getting a few seconds with it intertwined with his before he remembered you were Luke’s date tonight. “You have been so patient tonight baby. I think it’s time we go home.” And with that, you two set off to find Luke, in hopes he was ready to leave too.

Except when you did find Luke he was sitting at the baby grand piano with a circle of people around him, playing some piece you didn’t recognize. You wanted to groan and throw a fit because now you had to stay even longer but you held yourself together, crossing your arms over your chest and listening to Luke play. When he finished the first song, he moved onto another before the claps had even died down and this seemed even longer than the first one. You tapped your foot anxiously. The music was beautiful but you were over it, wondering how much longer you’d have to be stuck here.

Michael flagged down Luke when he’d finished playing, making sure the younger boy did not begin another piece. Luke thanked the people that had gathered for listening and pushed his way through the crowd until he reached you, planting a kiss to your cheek. “What’s up, baby?”

“Can we go home?” You asked. Luke looked to Michael who confirmed that you were ready to go and a bit of guilt radiated through his heart when he realized how late it was and how long you all had been there.

“Of course. Do you have all your stuff?”

“Yeah. Just need my jacket.”

“Okay.” Luke pulled you into his side, keeping one arm around your waist. “Sorry you had to wait so long, baby. We’ll get you home and get you all taken care of.”

You knew exactly what that meant. They didn’t even need to confirm it but they did when they began to talk praises to you on the walk to the car.

“You were so patient for us,” Michael cooed, holding the door open for you as you got into the back seat of the taxi.

“So good tonight,” Luke whispered and climbed in beside you as Michael took the front of the cab. Luke rested his hand on your thigh, squeezing gently. He kept it there the whole way home.

Michael had his lips on you when you walked into the house. He had slowly walked you back to the couch, sitting down first and then pulling you over his lap. “You were such a good girl for us, Y/N. And since you could prove to us that you could be nice instead of naughty tonight, you get your reward,” Michael spoke, pushing your hair to the side before littering your neck with little kisses.

“All set,” Luke hummed as he came down the stairs, his button-up shirt now unbuttoned at the top and almost down to his middle.

Michael could hardly keep his hands off of you in the walk to the bedroom, his hands found your waist and your back or your hair and jawline. Anywhere he could touch he did. He only moved half an inch away from you when you entered the room, letting you get a look at the setup.

You grinned when you spotted the rose petals on the floor around the bed and the heart they made on the sheets. Candles were set up on both nightstands and the lights had been dimmed, giving the room a very peaceful golden glow.

“How did I get so lucky with you two?” You hummed, pulling Michael in for a quick kiss and then moving onto Luke, paying more attention to him this time than you did Michael.

While you and Luke made out, Michael had unzipped the back of your dress, trailing his fingers over your bare skin as he pushed the fabric off your shoulders. He followed his fingers with his lips, leaving goosebumps on your arms and a shiver running through you. He was so gentle but his hands were rough and calloused from playing guitar so much. You loved the contrast of the two feelings.

You still had your panties on when Luke walked you over to the bed and laid you down on it. He caressed your thighs and kneeled on the floor in front of you, pushing the black lace to the side.

“You’re already dripping,” he commented, licking a stripe through your folds that sent you squirming. “You been waitin’ for this all night, love?”

“Uh huh,” you breathed shakily, gripping onto the sheets when he kissed your clit.

The bed dipped with Michael’s weight and his fingers joined Luke’s mouth at your cunt, easily sliding two fingers into your heat. The pads of Michael’s fingers crooked into your g-spot, making you gasp and buck up against Luke’s face. You shivered, feelings Luke’s tongue tease your opening alongside Michael’s fingers. You cum almost instantly when you feel Luke’s tongue enter you and Michael’s thumb pressed against your clit. Michael cleans off his fingers, humming about how good you taste and Luke cleans you up with his tongue until you’re whimpering and trying to push him off of you, wanting a second to catch your breath.

Luke sat on the bed on the other side of you, trailing his fingers over your hips and stomach. “Your choice tonight, baby girl.”

You glanced between both boys before pulling Luke down into a sweet kiss. “Want you to watch me ‘n Michael,”

“Fuck,” Luke breathed, crawling off of you. You were about to lay down when Michael did first, holding your hip as he got himself situated on the bed.

“Ride me. Face Luke.” And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest idea you had heard all night. Luke stood at the end of the bed as you swung one leg over Michael, your back to him as you slowly sunk down onto his cock. One of his hands still held your hip while the other had found your breast, kneading it in his hand and pinching and tugging at your nipple until you were crying out from the pleasure.

As you bounced on Michael’s cock, Luke began to stroke himself, his eyes either focused on yours or roaming your whole body. For a while, they were stuck on your center, watching as Michael pounded into you, but when he could see you beginning to squirm, nearing your second orgasm, his eyes locked on your face, always loving how you looked just before you came.

“Fuck baby, you’re so close,” Michael praised as his four fingers moved from your side to your clit, swirling the sensitive bud around. “Cum for me, love. Show Luke how good this feels.”

You didn’t just cum. You squirted. Both boys let out equally loud moans as you ruined the sheets with your juices. The feeling had Michael cumming just seconds after you. You were still dripping when Luke pulled you off Michael, immediately slamming into you and filling you with his own cum. You came again just from that, less intense as the first one, but still enough to get Luke through his high.

You were completely fucked out when Luke carried you to the side of the bed and laid you down. “Didn’t know you could do that, baby,” he praised and you blushed.

“Aw, don’t get shy now,” Michael hummed. “Can’t wait to make you do that again. So fucking hot, you have no idea.”

“Let's go get you in the bath, okay love? You deserve to relax. You’ve been so so good to us tonight.” Both boys were all about praise, especially after sex and you absolutely melted at it. Sometimes you needed it if they were rough, but most of the time it was just to assure you they loved you both so much.

Michael blew out the candles still sitting on the nightstands and tore off the soaked sheets from the bed, dropping them in the hamper on the way to the bathroom as Luke helped you into the slowly filling tub. Michael sat in there with you as Luke cleaned you off but you were asleep on Michael’s chest before Luke was even finished.

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[wastelandcth]

Red Desert Ridge - cth x afi

part three: the deal 

summary: A deal is made. The truth always seems to be splintered. 

author’s notes: Ohh, the plot thickens...I hope you’re enjoying this series! 

warnings: mentions of alcohol, angst, guns, and threats. 

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Time, give me my yesterdays Save it for all you had in your eyes, I have gone away

Fate Dealt you a tricky hand Now you're just left alone in your mind And I have gone away

Ashton watched as the girl he’d fallen in love with paced around the room. He’d been leaning against the window, his attention split between the town outside clueless to the tension inside the room and his pacing companion. The body on the ground had been moved after Ashton had clicked on the handcuffs as tight as they would go, and Ashton was ready to let them rot in the heat of the desert. How he’d gotten so sloppy and left her alone for even just a moment, after seeing the bounty hunter out in the cantina that morning, he’d never forgive himself for almost getting his lover in danger. She’d run off to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and clicking the lock in place, the second she’d been freed of the harsh metal around her wrist and it had taken Ashton minutes of coaxing through the wooden door to finally have her open it and let him in. 

“I’ll take care of it, you know that I’d never let anyone hurt you. The poor bastard is going to rot for what he did to you,” he muttered into her hair, his arms wrapped tightly around her bare body. 

“No,” she mumbled, her worn hands pushing Ashton’s body away as she looked up at him with wild eyes, “You will do no such thing, handsome.” Ashton had tried to figure out what she’d meant by that, asking her countless times as she moved through the room, collecting their scattered clothes and packing it into the knapsack that never seemed to leave her side since the moment Ashton had met her. He’d resorted to watching from his spot on the window, waiting for an answer to fall from her lips on what she wanted to do with the bounty hunter who’s sat propped up against the wall. But her lips remained sealed shut and in a thin line as she walked throughout the small room, the heeled boots she’d slipped on echoing with every footstep she repeated on the path to clear her mind. 

“He said it wasn’t my parents who had set the bounty,” she said, paused in the middle of her stride and turning her head to finally look into Ashton’s eyes, “He seemed confused by me not knowing that as well.”

“Maybe he’s just a cocky bastard who thinks he’s the best bounty hunter out there,” Ashton shrugged, rolling his eyes as he glanced over at the man, “Or he’s lying about who he is.” 

“He’s not,” she muttered, “I know him.” 

Luke hummed quietly as he walked down the dirt road, his feet carrying him through the familiar actions of his afternoon routine. He’d finished cleaning up the cantina from the night before, making sure every glass was sparkling and that the never-ending supply of alcohol his father kept in stock was tidy and neat. He’d helped his mother prepare the kitchen for their dinner rush he’d have to rush back to later on in the day and with his responsibilities taken care of, Luke was free for a couple of hours to be on his own. Well, he was never really on his own. The outskirts of the town, where the trees had yet to be cleared and the minimal shade drew Luke in every day, came into view and it wasn’t until he grew closer that he heard a familiar hum hidden in one of the sparsely leafed trees. 

“You’re late,” Michael mumbled from above Luke, his leg swinging above Luke’s head, “I thought the Hemmings were known for their promises.” 

“That would be my brothers,” Luke huffed, his hands grabbing onto familiar branches and climbing up to sit beside the man he’d come to visit for the past couple of years in the very spot, “And you know where that got them?”

“Out of this fucking dust town?” Michael smirked, his hand coming up to bring the brown hat that had been covering his eyes up, “Sounds like another Hemming’s plan.” 

“Not unless you come with me, you know that,” Luke sighed and shrugged, “That’s always been my plan.”

“We’ve had this talk before, Lu,” Michael mumbled, letting the hat settle back down over his eyes as he leaned back against the tree, “I wouldn’t make it a day in the big cities.” 

“And it’s not because Ashton and his family would send people after you the second we stepped out of the town limits?” Luke mumbled and rolled his eyes, his legs crossing over Michael’s as he looked out at the horizon, longing for something unreachable. 

“You know that’s not true,” Michael mumbled, “He’s a decent guy, just has a lot of pressure on him.”

“Exactly, on him. Not you, him,” Luke shrugged, “He could find someone else to run his numbers. We could run off towards the coast, towards the ocean.” 

“I don’t need the ocean, Luke,” Michael sighed, his back stretching out as he sat up and turned to look at him once more, “Your eyes hold enough of the ocean for me.” 

Luke looked down at his hands, his cheeks flushing with heat hotter than the sun that beamed down around them and filtered in through the leaves above them. Michael’s hand, worn with years of being by Ashton’s side and fighting the battles that Luke would never truly know the extent of, found Luke’s soft and polished one. It was a silent conversation, one they’d had every time the subject of leaving was brought up. They both promised each other different things and the other accepted the truth. Luke knew he’d never be able to leave the town, his family too reliant on the promise that Luke would keep the cantina running smoothly and too unaware of the storm that rumbled through his very soul. Michael knew that one day he’d wake up and find the blonde in front of him had left in the middle of the night without a word to anyone, miles away from him and searching for the gold coast that promised Luke a future Michael could never give him. 

“Lu-” Michael started, frowning and sitting up as he heard the sound of a galloping horse near them, his eyes searching the horizon for the inevitable trouble that would come with whoever was approaching them, “We should go.” “Yeah, we should,” Luke sighed and climbed down from the tree, a huff leaving him when his feet kicked up a cloud of dust, his eyes widening as he saw a familiar horse galloping towards them both, the man sat atop the horse hidden under the dark red handkerchief, “Michael-”

“Ashton?” Michael’s voice was shaky, leaving Luke confused and with his adrenaline rising to make his hands shake, “What is it?” 

“How fast do you think we can make it out of town? To the ridge?” Ashton asked, not paying attention to Luke or the fact that he knew exactly where the two of them would be, “There’s been an incident and we need to leave as soon as we can.” 

Luke’s eyes widened, thinking back to the bounty hunter that had strolled into the town the day before and how he’d stalked up the stairs the minute Ashton had walked out of the cantina. His eyes flicked over to Michael, whose face hardened, and switched back into the tough guy he knew he was meant to be, the one who would do anything for Ashton. His mind was working, gears turning and switching between information Michael had committed to memory. Luke’s own mind was twisting and turning, trying to figure out exactly what Ashton had meant by an incident and just how bad it was that he was needing to leave town. Maybe he’d found Calum and killed him, images of blood splattered wood and linen forcing Luke to close his eyes and let out another soft huff. 

“Hemmings, you coming too?” Ashton asked, his strong gaze on the blonde as Michael’s jaw clenched, “We could use your help too.”

“M-my help?” Luke croaked out, the dry desert heat sticking to the inside of his throat, “I...I don’t even know what’s going on or what help you need, Mr. Irwin.” “Well, from now on all you need to know is that you can call me Ashton,” the man said, placing his strong hand on Luke’s shoulder, “And that you should pack a bag as fast as you can.” 

Calum’s head felt like he’d been dunked into quicksand and left there for weeks on end, his movements slowed down to fractions of time as his blinks left him with thundering spikes of pain. He groaned as he tried his best to focus on the world around him slowly coming into focus again, the bright light filtering into view reminding him of the soft skin he’d gazed upon, the soft feeling of it against his skin before the entire world went dark. Christ, how long had it been since then? How long had he been out and lost to the world?

“Oh good, you’re awake,” a soft voice echoed through his eardrums, making Calum tense and turn to the source of the voice, his body immediately regretting the quick movements, “I think it’s time you start talking, no?”

She was sat in a chair across from him, her eyes wide and cautious of Calum, the soft curls Calum had felt against his face before now loose and framing her face. Calum would’ve spent more time admiring her, soaking in the way the sunlight was lighting her up and the way her eyes shone with determination, but the gun in her hands distracted him. The sun hitting the shining metal, glaring into Calum’s vision and making his own eyes widen. He’d been on the wrong side of a gun plenty of times, being a bounty hunter had taught him how to keep calm in situations like this, but the bite of his handcuffs against his own skin meant he was trapped. 

“You’re going to tell me who set this bounty on me,” she said, anger dripping in her voice as she stood up and stalked towards Calum, the clicking of her boots against the wooden floor knocking against Calum’s skull, “And then you’re going to tell me where I can find them.” 

“Why would I do such a thing, little one?” Calum asked, his own voice betraying him, the weakness of it leaving him coughing as she laughed above him. “Because,” she whispered, sinking down onto the floor beside him and onto his lap, the weight of her against Calum leaving him squirming under her touch, “If you don’t, Mr. Bounty Hunter,” she leaned in until her lips were against Calum’s ear, “I’ll take this pretty gun of yours and make sure you never get another bounty again.” 

Luke frowned as he stormed into his bedroom, the small four walls he’d lived in welcoming him once more only this time Michael joined him. Michael had been silent the entire ride back to town, his silent attitude evident ever since Ashton and he had plotted whatever the hell they had back by their tree. Luke was furious, his cheeks red and his movements sharp as he pulled a bag out from his dresser, stuffing a few essentials into it while trying to ignore the burning holes Michael was staring into the back of his mind. 

“Could you stop that?” Luke huffed, “I’m not the one who did something bad,” he muttered, “I’m not the one who killed someone in my parents' establishment!” 

“They didn’t kill him, Luke,” Michael sighed, leaning against the wall and rubbing his face, “I told you this.”

“Oh. That’s all you seemed to want to tell me. Not why I have to pack a bag, or why I have to be ready to leave town in less than an hour,” Luke muttered, “I mean what the hell is going on, Michael?”

“I don’t know, okay?!” Michael shouted, his chest rising and falling quickly, “All I know is that Ashton needs to leave and he wants you to come with us.”

“So it’s just Ashton who needs me,” Luke scoffed, pulling the bag over his shoulder and pushing past Michael to get through the door, looking back at him when he felt his hand wrap around Luke’s wrist and squeeze it tightly. 

“Don’t,” Michael whispered, “You know that I need you. I always do.” 

“Then what the fuck is going on.”

Calum sighed, his thumb rubbing on the sore spot of his wrist as he watched the girl and Ashton pace across the bedroom, the sun was setting outside the cool breeze floating in through the open window as the quiet in the room made him squirm. He’d watched Ashton’s expression change the second he’d walked into the room hours before to find the girl on his lap, a gun held tightly in her hand and her lips on Calum’s ear, watched as he smirked when the girl got up and Ashton’s gaze flickered to Calum’s lap where she had just been. He’d then been set on the bed, more like thrown on the bed by Ashton who rolled his eyes when Calum grunted and had been left there while the two of them whispered quietly in the corner. 

“Tell me again,” Ashton mumbled, his jaw turning to face Calum again, “Who are they?”

“I told you this countless times, I don’t know,” Calum muttered, “There are rules to bounty hunting, you don’t ask questions.” 

“So you’re just some puppet for the rich man?” Ashton muttered and rolled his eyes, “Some man.”

“And you’re a rich man who wants nothing more than to be poor,” Calum spit back, his jaw tense as he sat up on the bed, “They go through burners, hiding who they are in order to protect themselves from any blowback.” 

“Here’s the deal,” Ashton sighed, “You tell us who’s paying you to take my girl and you can come with us to deal with them, meaning no blowback for you and you get to live out the rest of your days free without worry,” he nodded ignoring the way the girl next to him tensed, “Or you don’t tell us shit and we leave you here with a gunshot wound and no leads on where we’ve gone,” he shrugged, grabbing the silver gun from the girl and pointing it at Calum’s shoulder. 

Calum tensed, his body tight and strung as he watched Ashton’s eyes. He knew the man was serious, the reputation of the Irwin name had been enough to let him get away with most things according to the people of this town. So Calum knew he truly only had two options, tell them the truth about who’d set the bounty or string them along until he had a clear get away with him and the girl. So with a tip of his chin, Calum let out a quiet sigh, his hands held up in defeat as Ashton slowly lowered the gun and waited for his answer. 

“Cavender’s Guild.”

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[fivesecondsofglitter]

Lie lie lie lie. Lie to me.

[bratzforchris]

You should do one where luke is little but the guys don’t know and luke slips up on the bus and they help him or something

Luke's Secret

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Summary: A small hangover leads Luke to exposing his biggest secret (requested)

Pairing: Caregiver!Michael x little!Luke

Warnings: Hangover/sickness, drug mention

Word Count: 1765

A/N: Thank you for the request! I wanted to mention that there is a tiny bit written about drugs in the SGFG era. It's nothing major, but agere is a coping mechanism, which is what this is about. I do not support drug use by the boys or anyone in any way

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Luke groaned, rolling over when Calum tapped him on the shoulder. “What?”

“We’ve stopped in, uh, someplace,” Calum groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. “We’re going to Waffle House. Are you coming?”

The boys of 5 Seconds of Summer had had a bit, or rather, a lot of fun after their show at Madison Square Garden. Playing The Garden was a monumental moment in their career and they had partied long into the night, going club and bar hopping, before finally getting on the bus around four am. Safe to say, the word “hangover” didn’t cut it. Luke felt more like ‘I’ve been hit by an eighteen-wheeler’.

“No.” he groaned, covering his head with the blanket. 

“You sure, man? Nothing like a big, greasy breakfast to cure a hangover.” Cal joked before coughing roughly, feeling the effects of last night’s cigarettes. 

“Mhm.” Luke hummed. 

“Huh…alright then. See you later.” 

The blond groaned as Calum walked away, his footsteps sounding like a loud gong inside Luke’s head. He heard the banter of the other boys for a few minutes, then all was silent as they padded off the bus. Luke sighed contentedly at the quiet, pulling his blankets up to nose. Everything was fine, minus his raging headache, until his stomach grumbled. 

He had known better than to drink that much without having any dinner, but the euphoria and adrenaline of the show had pushed it to the back of his mind. When the group reached the bars and clubs, he had known better than to mix cocktails and liquor with light beer, but it didn’t stop him. The blond had also known better than to mix alcohol with a line of coke, but still, his mind didn’t shoo him away when Michael had drawn a line of the white substance and Luke had rolled up a dollar bill. Now, it seemed his body wanted to purge the awful concoction he had created last night. 

Luke sat up, whimpering as his stomach tossed and turned violently. “Oh god, no.” he cried, trying to get out of the tangled blanket mess he had created in his sleep. 

Unfortunately, time was not in Luke’s favor. The blond gagged harshly and began to throw up down his front before he even had time to get out of the blankets and open the curtain. The sensation was absolutely awful, the feeling of the alcohol and bile destroying his throat. 

“Help!” he called out, choking out a breath. 

The bus remained silent until Luke finally caught a ragged breath. The feeling of throwing up, plus the embarrassment that he’d just made that much of a mess with his own sick as a twenty-year-old, immediately pushed him into his headspace, crying heavily. 

Luke had known for over two years now that he had a littlespace. He started using agere as a coping mechanism during the Where We Are tour, but it had stuck around long after that. He didn’t mind it; it was actually rather fun. The boy didn’t have a caregiver, despite so desperately needing one. He was really only little at night or in the morning when the other boys weren’t awake, but he longed to have someone to play and cuddle with. 

“Daddy!” Luke sobbed out. “Daddy pease.” 

In the blond’s little mind, Michael was his “daddy”. He had never told his friend, but Luke felt emotionally attached to Michael in a way deeper than friendship. He longed for Michael to be his daddy, but the conversation was way too weird to have with his bandmate. 

The more minutes that went by, the further Luke slipped into his headspace. The feeling of the vomit drying on and around him was absolutely disgusting, but he was just too tiny to do anything about it. His head and tummy hurt, and the crying had made him so tiny that pretty much all he could say was “daddy”. 

Luke was snapped out of his crying when the curtain of his bunk was yanked open and Ashton towered over him. 

“Luke? What the fuck?” Ashton asked.

“No be mad! Pease!” Luke sobbed, telling by Ashton’s tone that he was angry. 

“Jesus Christ, Luke. All of us are hungover and you’re the only one who had to do this.” Ash snapped.

The angry tone immediately sent Luke into another spiral and he began to sob, reaching his arms out and crying “Daddy!”

“Get your act together and clean up your mess, Luke.” Ashton huffed.

Just then, Michael appeared in the walkway of the bunks. “What’s going on? Why is Luke crying?”

Ashton didn’t get the chance to answer, because Luke practically launched himself into Michael’s arms, crying heavily. 

“He couldn’t get out of bed to puke and thinks acting like a baby will make someone clean it up for him.”

“No twue!” Luke cried, gripping Michael’s shirt. 

“Shhh, honey, shhhh,” Michael cooed softly to the blond attached to his chest. “Give us some space, Ash?”

Ashton stalked off angrily, mumbling something or another about how the smell was reeking through the bus. 

“What’s going on, love?” Michael asked, opening the curtain to his bunk and sitting down, Luke still attached to his hip. 

The green-eyed boy had a hunch of what was going on. He wasn’t absolutely sure, but he recalled a fanfic he’d read a while back, one about being an ‘age regressor’. Michael continued to cuddle Luke, not even caring about the vomit touching him. 

“Daddy.” Luke hiccuped, laying his head on Michael’s shoulder. 

If the name shocked Michael, he didn’t show it. He simply continued to hold and cuddle the blond boy, humming nonsensical things to get him to calm down. Before long, Luke’s cries had slowed and he was leaning his head against Michael’s shoulder, thumb migrating to his mouth. 

“What happened, sweet boy?” Michael asked again, taking on the role of Luke’s ‘daddy’ until they got to the bottom of whatever this was. 

“Heads an an tummy huwt!” Luke pouted. “Gots sicky an Ashy be mad me!” he lisped around his thumb. 

Michael frowned, knowing Luke definitely had a hangover. “I’m sorry, buddy. That wasn’t very nice, was it?”

Luke shook his head, curling further and further into Michael’s side. He felt beyond at home with the older man, and his little heart sang with joy at being cuddled up with his daddy after so much longing. 

“Should we get you in the bath, pumpkin?” Michael asked him, looking down at Luke, who was almost asleep. 

The blond nodded his head, a soft giggle escaping him. “Baf toys? I-I haves dem!” he smiled. 

“Get your bath toys, buddy.” Michael smiled. 

Despite his own hangover (which was slightly better after breakfast), Michael couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he watched Luke pull a basket of toys out from under his bunk. Part of his heart broke, though, at the thought of Luke in a child’s mindset with no help. He was drawn out of his thoughts by Luke tugging on his sleeve. 

“Baf now, Daddy?” he asked Michael. 

Michael nodded, leading Luke to the bus’ shower. He carefully ran the water in the bath tub for Luke, testing it quickly to make sure it wasn’t too hot. Carefully helping Luke into the tub, Michael squirted some body wash into the water for makeshift “bubbles”, smiling when Luke giggled happily. 

“Fank you, Daddy.” Luke looked up at him, absolutely beaming.

“You’re welcome, bubba.” Michael cooed, softly running a washcloth over Luke’s mouth and chest to clean the dried vomit. 

Before long, the older male had gotten Luke out of the bathtub and snuggled in some soft pajamas with penguins on them. Michael quickly gave Luke a small dose of the liquid ibuprofen for his hangover before carefully carrying him to his bunk. 

“Daddy nap too?” Luke asked, popping his blue paci that said ‘Baby Boy’ on it in his mouth. 

“Sure, honey.” Michael smiled, beginning to snuggle Luke and rub his tummy. 

Luke quickly fell asleep, comforted by his stuffie, paci, and Michael’s snuggles. Michael wasn’t sure what was going on, but he’d figure it out eventually. All he knew was that Luke was absolutely adorable, and that was enough for him.

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there’s a ghost in the back of this room

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Calum Hood (and also a bonus side of muke that happened accidentally)

Prompt:

Person B is a ghost in Person A’s house and they would be really freaked out but Person B always leaves really good advice using the kitchen magnets, so Person A is not really bothered

Warnings: mention of a missing person who reader knows is dead/a ghost

Word Count: 3K

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“Ashton, why does your fridge say ‘stop being an idiot’?” Ashton glanced over to where Luke was staring at the fridge door in mild amusement. 

“Oh, that’s just Calum - ignore him. I usually do” Ashton rolled his eyes as a picture fell off the wall as he finished speaking, the thud causing Luke to spin around, eyes wide.

“What was that?” 

“I just brushed past the picture and knocked it off, that’s all.”

Luke narrowed his eyes at Ashton, the older man chuckling as he hung the picture back up. 

“Come on, let’s watch this damn movie you don’t shut up about.”

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Why did you tell Luke to ignore me

The question was on Ashton’s fridge the next morning, the letters a mishmash of colours and cases. Ashton pinched the bridge of his nose as he read it - only he would get a self conscious ghost living in his house. 

“Calum, are you here?”

A cupboard door opened and a mug floated down onto the counter a few feet away from him - Ashton took that as a yes and shoved a pod into his coffee machine before grabbing the mug and pushing the button. 

“I was only messing with you, Cal. Besides, you’re my ghost, it has nothing to do with Luke.”

Ashton watched as the letters on the fridge rearranged themselves, sipping on his coffee and humming at the bitterness dancing on his tongue. 

Do you not want your friends to know about me

Ashton groaned internally, how could he explain this to his house ghost without offending him? 

“I think they’d be pretty freaked out if they knew I lived with a ghost. You saw Luke’s reaction to you knocking that picture off the wall. Besides, I like keeping you a secret, you’re mine.”

It’s pretty hard for me to be yours when you’ve never even seen me

Ashton had in fact seen Calum. Or at least a photo of Calum. 

– 

He hadn’t been in the house more than a month when he started to realise that things kept happening. A photo moved slightly, the couch not being quite as tidy as he’d left it. The day Ashton had realised he actually had a ghost, he’d come home to find a new photo of him and Luke floating in midair. 

“Um, hello?”

The photograph was dropped hastily, as though Ashton had scared the ghost he evidently had living in his house. After that, Ashton started talking to the ghost, even though he never got a reply aside from the odd knock on a table or a wall. It was while he was at a store grabbing something for dinner that he saw the fridge magnets. He grabbed all of the packets they had and drove home with a grin on his face.

“So, I bought you these today,” Ashton held out the magnets towards where he hoped his ghost was, “I thought maybe you could try talking back to me?”

Ashton felt a small whoosh of air as the ghost moved around the kitchen and he tore open the first packet, dumping the contents into a drawer he never used. Almost immediately the letters started floating from the drawer towards his fridge and Ashton watched as the ghost arranged the letters into a sentence.

Hello Ashton

“Hello, ghost. Oh - what’s your name? It feels weird calling you ‘ghost’.”

The letters arranged themselves once again.

My name is Calum

“Nice to finally know your name, Calum. How was your day?”

I’m a ghost Ashton

The brunette snorted as he watched the letters form another sentence.

Boring thank u for asking

Ashton laughed before spending the next few hours conversing with his ghost - with Calum - via fridge magnets. Calum had told him his full name after Ashton insisted upon knowing it.

“If you ever piss me off, I need to know what to call you.”

Calum Hood

It lingered there for a few seconds before ‘Hood’ was moved over.

Calum Thomas Hood

Ashton turned it over in his mind. Why did that name sound so familiar to him? He thought nothing more of it until he was at work a few days later.

STILL NO SIGN OF MISSING MAN 

Police are still searching for Calum Thomas Hood, 24, who disappeared from his home 6 months ago. They’re urging anyone who may know anything about his disappearance to come forward. 

Attached to the article had been a photo of the missing man, and Ashton knew it was his Calum. (He’d later cut the photograph out of the newspaper and taped it to the bottom of his desk drawer where no one would find it.) When he’d got home from work that day, Ashton had asked Calum how he’d died. 

Not sure don’t remember

Ashton had debated telling the police that he knew exactly where Calum Thomas Hood - or at least his soul - was. He’d told Calum this one evening and a single word had appeared on his fridge.

Crazy

– 

Calum was bored. 

Sure, being a ghost meant that he could walk through walls and move things with his mind, but being bound to one place had its drawbacks. There were only so many times you could move things around waiting to see how long it took Ashton to find them before you’d moved everything. 

(He’d even tried to swap all the furniture in Ashton’s bedroom with all the furniture in his living room, but Ashton had come home earlier than Calum had anticipated and made him put it all back to normal without any help. Moving things with your mind was tiring. 

“You’re a ghost, Cal, how can you get tired?”

Calum had used all of the ‘i’s and the ‘l’s to make a middle finger on Ashton’s fridge door.)

Calum thought that Ashton could sense how restless he was. Ashton seemed to find new reasons to work from home during the day so Calum wasn’t by himself. Not that they could really interact unless Ashton was in the kitchen. They’d tried using a pen and some paper once, but Calum’s ghostly abilities didn’t seem to extend to pens. He couldn’t seem to get the pressure right to actually leave ink on the paper. Ashton had laughed at him before being met with a cushion to the face. 

Calum missed being alive. He missed being able to go outside. He missed coffee. He missed being able to pet dogs.

Most of all, he was frustrated that he couldn’t remember how he’d even become a ghost. At night while Ashton was asleep, Calum tried to remember what had happened. (There wasn’t much else to do while your best friend was sleeping.) He’d get so far into the memory and then something would tug him back into the present moment. It was disconcerting. Calum could sense that he was close to finding out the truth, but something was stopping him. He’d tried to explain it to Ashton but ran out of letters and gave up. He’d debated asking the other man to buy more, but had resigned himself to the fact that it just wasn’t worth it. Ashton wasn’t going to be able to help him figure out what had happened - it was something he needed to figure out for himself.

– 

“Hey Cal, how do you feel about me throwing a Halloween party this year?”

Although Ashton couldn’t see him, he knew that Calum had raised an eyebrow at his question. 

It’s your house Ashton

“Well excuse me for wanting to make sure my resident ghost wasn’t inconvenienced.” Ashton smirked at his fridge as Calum spelt out a new message.

Appreciate it

Sure, have a party

Ashton cheered aloud and began reeling off his ideas to Calum, barely giving the ghost time to form a sentence. Calum shook his head fondly at the man standing opposite him - if Calum had been alive and met Ashton, he was sure that they’d have been best friends. When Ashton had finished speaking, Calum had one thing to say.

You already have a haunted house Ash

– 

The party had taken Ashton weeks of planning and he’d dragged Luke into the prep early on in the process. 

Calum liked having Luke around - he was fun to mess with. He’d taken to moving Luke’s glass from wherever he’d put it down and putting it on the other side of the room. Watching Luke’s bewilderment was a new favourite activity of Calum’s - Ashton had to keep taking the fall for his antics. 

As Halloween rolled around, Ashton’s house really did look haunted. Every room was shrouded in black and there were cobwebs all over the place. (Calum’s favourite thing was the skeleton hiding behind the downstairs closet door that jumped out whenever you walked past it.) According to Ashton, the outside looked just as scary as the inside, but Calum had to take his word for it. 

As people started arriving, Calum retreated into Ashton’s room. He didn’t usually go anywhere near the other man’s room, but Ashton had told him that it was okay if he needed to get away from all the people. Calum was worried about being walked through. Ashton had done it a few times by accident, and Calum had felt sick every time it had happened. That was something they were both eager to avoid, especially once Calum had explained to Ashton how it felt. 

A knock on Ashton’s bedroom door piqued Calum’s interest and Luke’s head appeared around the door frame.

“Ash, are you - oh. You’re not here.” Luke started to close the door but stopped suddenly, pushing it back open and slipping inside before closing it behind him. He glanced around a few times, gaze running over where Calum was sitting on the end of the bed. 

“This is going to sound crazy, but is there someone else in here?”

Calum cocked his head at Luke’s words; he knew that Ashton wasn’t particularly forthcoming with Luke about his existence. He shifted off the end of the bed, moving across the room to stand about a foot away from Luke. The blonde let out a breath as he felt the temperature in the room drop slightly.

“Calum, right?” Luke’s voice was quiet as he spoke, Calum smiling at the fact that Luke remembered his name. He picked up a pillow from Ashton’s bed in response, tossing it gently towards Luke. The other man caught it easily, eyes growing wide at the pillow that was suddenly in his arms.

“Holy shit, you are actually real.” 

Calum let out a laugh at Luke’s words, amazement etched into the blonde’s face. 

“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”

The blonde left the room, returning a few minutes later with an armful of stuff. He dropped it all on Ashton’s bed before turning around and facing the room. 

“So, um, I bought a small magnetic whiteboard and some of the letters from Ashton’s kitchen drawer and I was wondering if we could talk about something?”

Luke watched in shock as the letters began arranging themselves on the whiteboard.

Hi Luke

What’s up

Luke sucked in a breath before he started talking.

– 

Calum knew this was crazy. 

Luke was crazy.

Just because it was Halloween, it didn’t mean that Ashton would suddenly be able to see him. Calum had always thought the whole ‘veil being thinner on Halloween’ thing was bullshit. Luke was insistent that it wasn’t, telling him that if anyone would be able to see him it would be Ashton.

“He’s in love with you, I think.” 

The way Luke had said it had been so casual, but it sent Calum’s mind reeling. Ashton couldn’t possibly love him. He barely even knew him. Luke had dismissed Calum’s concerns before he’d even completed a sentence on the board. The more Calum thought about it, the more he was sure that he was the one in love with Ashton. He paused rearranging the letters for a moment as he stared at Luke. 

Think I love him too

Luke had lit up with a smile at Calum’s words before slipping out of the room to find Ashton. 

Calum was sure if he had any contents in his stomach, that they would be on their way out by now. He was so nervous. Luke was so sure that this would work, that Calum found himself believing the blonde man wholeheartedly. It felt like an eternity before Luke finally returned dragging Ashton behind him, along with another man that Calum had never seen before. 

“Calum, this is Michael. He’s my boyfriend and he’s also slightly psychic.”

Michael blushed a deep red at Luke’s words, scanning the room before he locked eyes with Calum. 

“Hello, Calum.” 

Calum waved gingerly at the green eyed man staring at him, Michael breaking out into a smile. He glanced at Luke and nodded slightly, the blonde smirking at Ashton. Ashton was standing behind Luke looking bewildered as he watched the exchange between his friends. 

“Can someone please explain to me what’s going on? Luke, how did you find out about Calum?” 

Luke glanced over his shoulder at the brunette man and rolled his eyes. 

“Please, I don’t know why you thought no one would find the picture you’d taped to your desk drawer. Coupled with the fact that you kept blaming ‘Calum’ for things. You weren’t exactly subtle, Ash. I put two and two together and did a google search.”

Ashton’s jaw dropped open as Luke spoke, Calum snickering at his reaction. Michael smiled widely at Calum and turned to face Ashton. 

“You already know what Calum looks like, right?”

Ashton nodded slowly, fearful of where this was going.

“As we all know, the veil is thinner on Halloween, therefore allowing spirits to pass between the realms. I’ve never tried to bring an actual ghost through the veil, but there’s a first time for everything, right?” Michael rolled his shoulders as he spoke, turning back to face Calum. “Provided this goes right, we should all be able to see you. I mean, I already can. But Luke and Ashton too. Worst case scenario is that only I can see you, and this doesn’t work. You only live once though, right?” 

Calum rolled his eyes at Michael’s words, bracing himself for whatever the man was about to do. 

“Oh, wait.” Michael glanced at Ashton before looking back towards Calum, “Say something to me, Calum. I need to know if I can hear you already or not.”

Calum raised an eyebrow at Michael.

“You’re such a know-it-all, Michael.” 

Michael broke out into laughter, Luke and Ashton looking at him in confusion.

“This is gonna be fun, nice to meet you Calum.” Michael smirked at him before cracking his knuckles, “You’re gonna fit right in with us all, I’m sure of that.”

“Michael, what exactly are you going to do?” Ashton’s voice was nervous, he didn’t like the fact that Michael could see Calum when he couldn’t.

“We, my dear friends, are going to summon Calum firmly into the realm of the living.”

– 

Calum felt the air around him grow fuzzy as he watched the three figures sat on the floor in front of him. 

“Now Ashton, I need you to imagine Calum standing right in front of you. Really imagine it. See him in your mind’s eye. You got it? Good.” Michael looked away from Ashton and back towards Calum. “Cal, whenever you’re ready, I need you to come and stand in front of Ashton. I’m 80% sure that this is going to work. It depends how well Ashton is visualising.”

The brunette huffed in Michael’s direction and Calum smirked. 

“Is he always like this when I’m not around?”

Michael grinned at Calum before nodding and gesturing to the spot on the floor in front of Ashton. 

“Whenever you’re ready, Calum.”

– 

Holy shit

“Cal?” Ashton’s voice was barely a whisper as he stared at the man suddenly standing before him.

“Hi, Ash.” Calum blushed under the other man’s gaze, casting a look towards Luke and Michael who were both sat on the floor smirking.

Ashton blinked a few times before slowly standing up and reaching towards Calum. The other man grabbed his arm as he stood, helping to pull him off the floor. 

“How - how are you corporeal right now?” Ashton looked over at Michael who simply shrugged in return.

“You must be really good at visualising. It was only supposed to make Calum visible and hearable. Whether or not he was corporeal was out of my control.” Michael pulled Luke to his feet as he stood up, taking the blonde’s hand, “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to go and make out with my boyfriend in Ashton’s spare room. Nice to meet you, Cal. I daresay we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other in the near future.” 

Michael dragged Luke from the room, the blonde waving absentmindedly at Ashton and Calum as they retreated, closing the door behind them. 

“It’s really you.” Ashton ran his hand up Calum’s arm. The other man was wearing the same clothes as in the photo Ashton had seen, Calum’s leather jacket feeling smooth against his fingers. 

“It’s really me, Ash.” Calum brought a hand up rest against the back of Ashton’ neck. “It’s so weird to be able to talk to you and for you to actually be able to hear me.”

Ashton laughed quietly at Calum’s words, leaning forwards to rest their foreheads together. 

“I can’t believe you’re really standing here and I can see you. Remind me to get Michael a case of beer or something.” 

“Noted.” Calum grabbed both of Ashton’s hands, lacing their fingers together. “I’ve thought about being able to touch you for so long.”

Ashton hummed quietly at the other man’s words, the realisation finally setting in.

Calum was here. He could see Calum. He could hear him. He could feel him. 

“Ash, I need to tell you something.” Calum nudged Ashton’s head up so they were eye to eye. “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.” 

Ashton smiled softly at the admission.

“Pretty sure I’m in love with you too, Cal. I mean, it’s kinda complicated because you’re a ghost and all, but I really do love you.”

Calum searched Ashton’s face for any sign of hesitancy before closing the distance between them. 

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Cashton My Heroine ⚧️ †† (poly!Cashton) - part of 5SOS as The Maine 🎵 You Are My Sunshine ⚧️ ** (poly!Cashton)

Malum Color ✕ ** - part of 5SOS as The Maine 🎵 Growing Up ✕ ** - part of 5SOS as The Maine 🎵

Muke He Wanted Love, I Taste of Blood ✕ ** Love Like War ✕ **

OT4 70s AU Masterlist (Cashton & Muke)  ✕ ** - co-authored with @takemealive