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appreciation post for luke’s cute lil screams and giggles when he played fortnite with michael

good morning to 4/4 stans, people who don’t run drama accounts, self titled stans, sgfg stans, youngblood stans, calm stans, people who respect the boys’ relationships, people who make edits despite 5sos giving us no new content, pink haired calum, the green empathy hoodie, superbloom, cake stans, lashton stans, cashton stans, malum stans, the self titled b-sides, luke’s falsettos, and people who watch old 5sos keeks and livestreams. <3

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Favourite 5SOS songs?

Lmao why did I just now see this but probably, lover of mine, lonely heart, over and out, and Babylon.

Oh how I love him

#michaelclifford #5sos #hot

I’m sad :(

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Beauty behind the Madness--Ashton Irwin (mafia!au)

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A/N: It’s finally here! This idea was born so many months ago but I never did anything with it until I watched the movie 365 and ideas started to flow. I’ve worked on this for nearly two months, and I’ve never spent so much time on something as big as this before,so thank you for your patience! I would like to give enormous ‘thank you’s to @sexgodashton and @sadistmichael for beta reading, editing and giving feedback and other insights when I was stuck (which was many times), to @spicycal @karajaynetoday and @cheekysos for also beta reading and letting me scream at you about this process. I’m so so grateful for each and every one of you!❤💖 Also, this fic is inspired by The Weeknd’s ‘Beauty behind the Madness’ album and I listened to it a lot while writing. (Drown by Tyler Carter is Ashton and Nadia’s song in my head as well)

Word count: 27.1k

Warnings: mentions of violence involving guns, mentions of blood, casual drinking, swearing, sexual occurrences (female receiving oral, fingering, male receiving oral, consensual sex, slight dom!ashton). Please read with caution

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Ashton sets his drink on the lacquered maple countertop inside La Belle Vie, the ice clinks together in a satisfying finish. He checks the time on his gold embroidered black Rolex; he’s just in time to finish the dirty work his cohort set up. He slips past the bar, half ignoring the woman sitting at the end who stares him down like a hawk and descends the concrete steps to the interrogation room.

He faintly hears a fist connecting to flesh, grunts echo along the walls and his designer boots smacking articulately on the floor. One of his guards opens the door with a grandiose gesture as he undoes his cufflinks. As soon as he enters the room, another associate removes his suit jacket. It’s a rehearsed dance with the next step being Ashton rolling his sleeves up.

In view is his right-hand associate, Calum Hood, dressed down to his black tank top tucked into his Armani trousers. His face is contorted in concentration as he delivers another bloody punch to the man’s face who is tied to a chair. His face is a bloody mess, his shirt torn.

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