#baseball!5sos

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Big Game- Calum

Synopsis: It’s the last baseball game of the season and it all comes down to Calum Hood who hasn’t been having the best game since his best friend isn’t there. (Calum’s POV)

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Calum: So you're coming to my game tonight right?

I text Y/N my best friend. It's been two years now and I still don't think she realizes how much I'm in love with her. I feel my phone vibrate. 

Y/N: I don't know Cal, I have a lot of homework tonight

Calum: But it's senior night it's potentially my last baseball game ever!

Y/N: I'll see what I can do 

I put my phone back in my bag and start getting ready for the game. 

"Hood, you ok?" My coach says.

"Yeah I'm fine," I say "just kinda sad it's my last game" and Y/N won't be there I think to myself. 

"Playoffs aren’t off the table, we just gotta nab this game. But with your stats, I'm pretty sure you've got more games, I heard there are some college scouts coming tonight.” He puts my back but this news only adds to the pressure. “Also, I need to talk to you Clifford and Hemmings about the fancy senior night stuff we have to do for you guys so I'll find you guys later."

"Ok coach." I say. I wish Y/N was here, she hasn't come to as many of my games this season as she has in previous years so I really hope she can make it. 

It's the 9th innings into the game we've been down, 0-2. That stupid Irwin kid hit one of the best pitches I've seen all season and got a 2 run homer. I just haven't been focused at all this game, I keep catching myself look over at the student section, yeah there are plenty of girls cheering my name but none of them are Y/N. 

"Hood you're on deck." Coach shouts. I put on my helmet and grab my bat to go take some practice swings. Michael was on 1st and Luke was up at bat right now but we already had two outs. 

"Yo Cash Money you swing like a girl." A familiar voice says. 

"Y/N you came!" I say. 

"Well of course, who else is gonna make sure you don't suck." 

"Hood stop talking and focus!" Coach says. 

"Sorry, good luck!" Y/N says before walking over to the student section. She came, I smile to myself when the clink of the bat pulls me back to the game. 

"GO LUKE GO!" I shout as he rounds 1st. Luke slid and was safe at 2nd and Michael was at 3rd. It was all up to me now. I step up to the plate and take a deep breath. 

"Ball." Ump says. I rest my stance. 

"Strike!" Shit. I take a breath and look at the pitcher. He winds up and the pitch is perfect so I take a swing at it. 

"YEAH CALUM!" I hear the crowd shout and I start running like hell. I see Michael come home with Luke close on his tail and just keep going around 2nd. The cut-off man dropped the ball by the time I get to 3rd so book it towards home plate. I see the throw out of the corner of my eye and I slide into home. 

"SAFE!" Everyone starts going crazy! There are people all around me jumping on me and I'm pretty sure everyone ran onto the field. 

"HEY CAL!" I was somehow able to hear Y/N shout over everyone else. 

"Y/N!" I shout finally finding her face in the crowd and before thinking I just grab her and kiss her, and she kissed me back. I pull away and look at her for any sign of emotion. 

"Why did you do that?" She asks. 

"Well, uh" I start to panic "I mean it's a common thing for guys to kiss their girlfriends after a big win, I mean Michael and Crystal are practically eating each other's faces and-" 

"Yeah but I'm not your girlfriend." 

"Well, would you like to be?" I ask. Before I knew it Y/N's lips were on mine. 

"So I take that as a yes?" I get out between kisses.

"Yes, that's yes, Cal." I pick her up and swing her around not even paying attention to any of the other people trying to talk to me right now.

[airplaneslikeangels]

Three Weeks

Diamond // Double Play // Pop-up // Home Run // Extra Innings // Batting Practice // Slider // In the Stretch

Walkoff —(n.) the home team scores a run to take the lead in the bottom of the 9th inning or later, automatically winning game with no need to complete the inning

Now it’s been ten days, and Michael is going to patch up whatever strange or possibly wholly in-his-head rift is between Luke and the rest of the team.

After they win, after Michael has not just broke .270 but is chasing down .280, after Luke has earned his second win with the team, Mike corrals the pitcher, squeezes in behind him as they board the bus to the airport. The road trip is over, another homestand starts tomorrow, and Michael is going to do this now.

“Good one tonight, Hemmings,” and yes, a professionally polite compliment as he crushes Hemmings against the window is an excellent way to start.

Luke’s eyes pass over Michael, he can feel them but is too busy fiddling with his dufflebag to look up, “Thank you. You had a good game as well.”

And it’s all very formal, though their bodies are crammed together in the small seats; all Michael can think is that it’s not supposed to be like this, so stiff. The close confines aren’t helping in the slightest, with his bag shoved between his legs and Luke’s hip digging into his own. He panics, reaches for a safe, hopefully provoking topic, “Ha-has Ashton got you on smoothies yet?”

It comes out so stilted, so desperate, that Luke cracks, white teeth beaming into the empty space above the seats in front of them, “Never, no.”

“Oh?” Intelligent.

“I had to promise to work out with him though, on every day off the whole team has.”

“Dude,” being so close to Luke’s eyes has him knotted up, reduced to a word at a time, so he tries again, “You’re an idiot.”

Somehow, Luke’s face doesn’t fall, or twist on itself, like he already knows Michael is teasing, despite the deadpan tone. He twirls a finger, silently urging Mike to explain.

“Ok, so now you have to work out with Ash. What you don’t know is that Ashton is going to talk to the team nutritionist—probably already has—about putting you on the smoothie diet, like the rest of us suckers,” he finally looks to Luke, finishing with a wild gesture to the rest of the busload of sleeping ballplayers.

The stricken look on Luke’s face says everything, and his slow turn forward before dramatically slumping and crashing his face in to the seatback in front of him has Michael erupting into peals of laughter, flaring obnoxiously through the easy quiet of the bus.

And like it was the first night in the locker room, after Ashton had left to check on Cal, it's easy again. There’s a only a short drive from the park to the airport, but as most of the team tries to drowse until they get to the jet, Michael and Luke are laughing about Ashton, about the game, about the hightlight reel of the worst plays of the week in ESPN last night. They drink an imaginary toast to Calum’s incredible catch during Luke’s last start and to Mikey’s new batting average, coo over photos of Castaway and Luke’s parents' dog—who he still insists is his dog—and Michael loses track of how many times he excitedly shoves Luke against the window when the pitcher makes him groan with a stupid pun.

Disembarking the bus, hurrying through the airport, Luke and Michael are practically skipping; it’s eleven PM and they’re hopped up over the win, on adrenaline, on each other.

Michael trips over a woman’s suitcase when he feels it again, a settling feeling in his chest that radiates home.

Looking at Hemmings, who has caught up to Ashton and Calum and is in the process of semi-successfully clambering onto the former’s back, he realizes that maybe it’s not just the fans that keep him motivated, that push him to give himself to the team and the sport. Every player plays for his team, the men beside him on and off the field—every extra-innings game and no-hitter, every error and every homer. But saying it is so different than when you finally, truly feel it.

Michael has been in the Majors for almost a month and a half, has been playing his heart out on a nightly basis, but now he thinks that his life is actually perfect. He has his friends; it's still so early and yeah, any of them could be traded or injured any day, but they’re together now, and that’s worth every doubt for the future.

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YUSS OMG I LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU DID BASEBBALL MIKEY. JUST THAT AU WOULD BE SO GOOD AND GE FITS IT PERFRCTLY

Baseball!Mikey

It was the worst day ever when your high school took out the softball team. It was your life to play. After all, diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Through the heart break, you decided to wait until baseball rolled around to try out. How hard could it be? With high hopes, you tried out for the team. It surprised the coach when you made the varsity team. You were almost as good as the mvp, Michael Clifford. As you became a part of the varsity team, Michael sort of took you under his wing since the other boys didn’t really want to accept you for sexist reasons, but Mikey saw potential in you. You were sweet, kind and beautiful. He would protect you from anything and everything, which he decided in the heat of the moment one day at a school game. It was the most game changing day of his life—true love. As a secret weapon of the team, you were the pitcher. It was completely legal to pitch the baseball like in softball. You used it against the other boys. One boy in particular, a boy named Cody, was especially frustrated with you. He had been trying to foul you since the day you stepped onto the mound your first game against his team. You enjoyed pitching him because he could never hit the ball. It would whizz past him like he had a hole in his bat. One by one, the points racked up. You team was winning by major points, and the opposing team was pissed. They tried calling you out on your pitch, but it was totally fair and what was about to occur, wasn’t. You were up to bat before it happened. “Cmon {y/n}. Just strike out and we’ll be alright,” Michael winked, patting your ass as you left the dugout, bat in hand. You smirked when you saw Cody on the mound. Cody saw your smirk, growing furious. He knew you were taunting him, and he wouldn’t take that from a girl. When you were ready to bat, he sneered at you, spitting on the grass. Of course, you knocked it out of the park. Your hit was a perfect homer! As you ran the bags, Cody’s rough voice echoed in your ears as he barked to his teammates. “Throw it in you idiots!” Your pulse quickened as you counted the bases. “1…2…” A small circular shadow flew over your head. Cody caught the ball, stepping into your way. With full force, he slammed the ball in your stomach with his glove. It was a blow to the stomach that was totally unexpected, making Mikey’s blood boil. With a cry, you crumbled to the ground. “Hey!” He screamed, running out of the dug out. “What do you think your doing!” “She wants to play with the big boys, it’s what she gets,” Cody retorted. The rage pent up in Michael was ready to burst. He heard your soft crying and came unglued while he walked toward the lanky baseball player. Michael clenched his fist, slugging it right into Cody’s face. At that moment, Michael realized that you were so important to him, and he wasn’t gonna let anything happen to you.

[discnnnected]

baseball!luke the best batter on your high school baseball team which your uncle just happens to coach. first time you see him you become instantly memorized by his amazing technique and great features. takes you two years to finally speak to the unconfident player, complimenting him, which makes him completely head over heals for you. now he is constantly teased by his baseball buds, calum, ashton, and michael about how he’s hanging with coaches niece.

[kissmekissme-calum]

Baseball!5sos Calum making sure to squat down as close to where you're sitting just so you can see him in his right baseball pants. He knows you love his sexy ass, literally.

[kissmekissme-calum]

Baseball!5sos Wearing Ashton’s extra baseball jersey to his every game as you sit behind home plate. Your cheers are the first that Ashton hears and the only cheers he listens for. You’re his number one fan and he knows you’ll always be there as he picks up his bat and heads for the plate.

[5sosimaginestoruinyourlife]

Catching Games - Michael Baseball AU Imagine - Part 5 - Smut

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It was after our first time, I was laying in Michael’s bed still naked since I was too lazy to get up and change. I was on my stomach with my face in his pillow where the traces of his smell drifting to me. I couldn’t believe how good it’d felt for me since I had been a virgin…

I was expecting some kind of pain, at least for a little while, but I hadn’t felt any. Michael had been focused on making sure I was wet enough so it wouldn’t hurt.

But it was strange that I wanted more. I was still really turned on…

Michael was in the kitchen getting some water while I stayed in the bed.

“Now, this is a sight I’d like to see more often.” Michael said coming into the room. I felt the mattress shift as he got back into the bed. He didn’t plop down beside me for pillow talk or whatever like I thought he would… Instead he knelt closer to the end of the bed next to me. I could feel his eyes dragging over my body.

“What?” I said stretching out.

“You’re sexy…” I heard him say. Before I could turn over to face him, I felt his hand land on my back stopping me. I felt him shifting on the mattress again until he was straddling me. “You’re actually really gorgeous… I never thought that I would be the guy to do any of this kind of stuff with you. But then you became my girlfriend and you come to my games and cheer for me. But I think I love your reactions just as much as any of that.” He murmured. I felt his fingers running along my spine.

Involuntarily, I shivered dropping my eyes closed. I heard him sigh.

“The way you shudder and shiver under my touch…” He murmured. “I know you so well… I can even tell that you’re still turned on… Maybe even still dripping onto the sheets.” He whispered. I felt him moving again and then his lips peppering over my back as his fingers danced over my skin. I managed to hold back my whimper.

“Michael…” I said in a weaker, whinier voice than usual.

“Do you want me to continue love?” He asked against my back. I nodded weakly.

“You’re so pretty…” He whispered his hands gliding over my body. I almost whimpered for a second time. I reached my hands back to him but he clicked his tongue and pulled away. That was so much worse than being able to reach him myself.

“If you want me to continue, you can’t do anything except enjoy it…” He said bringing his fingers lightly back to my skin. I nodded.

“I truly love the way you respond to me…” He murmured again. His hands continued to lightly massage my back. The more he avoided where I wanted him, the more I felt my stomach churn and my hormones spike as I began to pool. I wanted him to satisfy me but he was only teasing.

“And you’re so sensitive when I touch you.” He whispered peppering kisses up my spine. When he blew my hair back from my neck, I cringed, a small moan finally dropping from my lips.

“Hmmm….” He whispered before kissing my neck sending another shudder through my body.

“I want to memorize every sensitive part of your body…” He whispered as his hands moved once again over my body. They slipped underneath me. I felt his body lower down against mine and his hands move smoothly over my stomach.

“Please don’t cringe like you’re self-conscious like you just did…” He whispered. I let out a whine. He was calling me out; I’d done just that when he began moving his hands over my stomach.

“Michael…” I whined shifting my body a bit out of desperation. Other than that, I hadn’t tried to do anything back to him.

“Your every inch is perfect. I love it all…” he continued as I felt his hands move further north.

“I love the way your breasts fit into my hands.” He whispered cupping them. I could feel my boobs falling into his hands with gravity. He slowly began squeezing lightly feeling my tender flesh rolling between his fingers. I whimpered again. In response, he slowly began increasing the pressure on my chest. I felt his lips lazily kissing my neck.

“I know you really like when I sqeeuze your boobs…” He whispered. I whimpered.

“But it’s not your boobs that are truly sensitive.” He said and I felt him take my nipples between his fingers. I let a cry come out of my mouth.

“See? I know just what to do to you now…” He whispered. He began to tease my nipples, twisting and pulling lightly and flicking. After a short while, once he’d gotten me writhing, he slipping his fingers away and rose them up to my lips. He slipping his fingers into my mouth, letting me moisten them. Once they were wet, he brought them back to my nipples teasing them once more. I moeaned into the mattress.

“You truly are so sensitive baby.” He murmured. He returned to just squeezing my boobs with one hand while the other moved south. I whimpered into the mattress.

“Just like I thought, see I really do know you really well. I knew you were soaked again.” He whispered as his fingered dove just into my folds. I buried my face into the bed to keep from crying out loud. I felt him moving his finger up and down my heat. I whimpered as my body shook, convulsing with ecstasy.

“You’re going to ruin my sheets with your wetness if you keep dripping like this..” He whispered. He was right. When he wasn’t talking, I could hear the squishing sounds his fingers were making in my heat. Everything he was doing to me was only making me more desperate…

“And this is where you’re truly sensitive.” He said as his finger slipped into my fold just so before sliding up to my clit and circling around it. It was too much for me to keep holding back.

“Michael please!” I crying pressing down into the bed. I felt his body shake as he chuckled against me.

“I know baby…” He said but he didn’t stop teasing my sensitive bud. I kept whimpering. Eventually he started slipping his fingers completely inside of me curling them against my walls. I knew I was fast becoming a moaning mess.

“Hmm mmaybe I should clean you up a bit love.” He said pulling naway from me completely. I whined at the lack of contact. Then I felt his arms wrap around my hips and abruptly lift them up into the air pushing my upper body into the mattress. I was practically standing on my shoulders. My legs landed on his shoulders as I felt his warm breath against my heat.

“And you’re so pretty baby…” he cooed. He began with flattening his tongue against my heat and over my clit. I shivered. He slowly moved his tongue up and down over my heat dipping into my folds eating up all my juices as I shook underneath him.

“Do you want more?” He asked pulling his mouth away from me. I nodded. After I nodded, I felt his tongue dip into my heat lapping at my walls. I writhed underneath him all over again. Of course he wouldn’t let me climax as he pulled away again.

“Do you want to again?” he said as he let me slip back down onto the bed. I nodded. “Ok lift up again.” He said and I lifted up my butt. I felt him take a hold of my hips as he slid back inside me having put on another condom. I took in a sharp breath feeling the explosion of ecstasy inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut as he continued into me filling me up completely. I got a grip on the sheets do as I felt him bend over me again.

“You feel so good.” He said getting a grip on my breasts with his hands again. He used his hands and arms to hold me steady against him before he began to thrust. It only took me a moment to feel that from behind, he hit my g-spot without a problem. It only took a single thrust after all that edging for me to reach my peak. My stomach tightened before I released on him.

“No come on baby…” He murmured with his face against my back. I moaned as I felt his fingers take my nipples between them. I cried out between that sensation as Michael once again continued thrusting hitting my g-spot. My legs got shaky.

“You tightened when I squeezed your boobs.” Michael commented grunting a little as he thrust. I could feel my walls closing around him, the sensation of his thrusting in and out that was making my head fuzzy.

“Michael!” I cried having to take the sheets between my teeth to avoid disturbing neighbors.

“Holy!” he cried out as the last of this thrusts turned sloppy before he released into the condom. I fell onto the bed as he came out of me. He tossed the condom aside before falling onto the bed next to me.

“Best sex I’ve ever had.” He said pulling me to him. I nodded. I knew I was spent that time.

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Catching Games - Michael Baseball AU Imagine - Part 3

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I can’t believe I had actually kissed Michael, the catcher for the baseball team. And then I couldn’t even stop kissing him. We’d sat on that hill and kept kissing each other for a rather extended period of time. Then it was super awkward when he turned right around and we drove home.

Then I had that long weekend of doing nothing. I didn’t see anyone and I didn’t have his number. I was left alone, continually running over that kiss and the many that followed over and over and over again trying to answer what it all meant.

Had it been a whim? Just a momentary desire? Had Michael actually been waiting for the chance to kiss me? Did he just wait until we had the romantic setting of the overlook?

And then, towards Sunday night on that weekend, I began to panic. What would happen on Monday when I faced him again? The thought drove me crazy. Should I just act normal? Should I hug him? Do you usually hug people when you spent a good twenty minutes kissing them only a couple days earlier? Maybe he would try to avoid me. Maybe I should try to avoid him. Of course that would probably lead to him thinking that I didn’t even like him in the first place and I can’t have that. I did like him. I liked him on Friday on that over look. I liked him the week before chatting in the dream. I liked him weeks before sitting in class and staring at the back of his high lighter hair.

One thing was for sure; I had the biggest crush possible on the school baseball team’s catcher. The fanciful part of me wondered if he would catch my heart too?

On Monday, I approached class with the bated breath as I waited. I waited to see where the chips would fall, far too timid to tumble them off myself. I struggled to look occupied at my locker, just down the hall from Michael’s. I glanced up at every sound of the doors opening, waiting for him. It occurred to me that it could be a bit pathetic to do that except in that moment I saw his bright green head of hear towering over most of the students and it seemed to be coming toward me. I froze, my fingers like ghosts unmoving over the lock of my locker.

“Hey, can we talk?” He said in a gruff voice as he finally came closer to me. I felt my head nodding but I had not been fully conscious of the movement. I felt his hand enveloping mine as he led me to an empty classroom.

I couldn’t focus really. My mind was only reliving kissing him and his lips were right there and I was in a room alone with him. Let’s just say it was very hard to resist him. He looked frustrated a bit as he paced lightly in the aisles.

“I want to keep seeing you.” He said facing me head on when he finished. Suddenly my mind, which had been whirling with activity for the last few days, stopped dead.

“What do you mean?” I stammered out.

“I mean that I want to see you, all the time. I want you around me all the time. I want you at every baseball game, every moment between class and practice and every minute I have. I can’t get enough of you. I can’t enough of talking to you. I really can’t get enough of kissing you. I cannot stop. Please tell me you want to keep going, too.” He said coming closer to me with slow steps.

“I uh… I want to, too, really badly.” I said and a relieved smile filled his face.

“Thank god… I didn’t want to say all that and then have you reject me. Granted I am a reject.” He said but he had a big smile on his face. He looked so elated.

“You’re not a reject.” I said shaking my head.

“But I am. I’m bad at school and everything really, except baseball.” He said shaking his head as he laughed at himself. Then his mood shifted to something more serious. His hands cupped my cheeks over my jaw. “I want to be good at being with you.” He said finally leaning down to my level.

“Why…?” I whispered captivated by his eyes.

“I just want to. Nothing super complicated about it.”  He shrugged.

“Oh…” I breathed. He kissed me gently then, sweetly.

“I want to catch you when you fall.” He said laying his hand over my heart over my chest. My body had gone rigid for a second, worried over what he could be trying to pull but he didn’t pull anything.

“I’m not falling…” I murmured getting a little confused.

“Shouldn’t you be falling for me or something?” He said with a cocky quirk of his lip.

“Hey! Maybe you’re the one falling for me!” I countered making him chuckle.

“Oh I definitely am.” He replied with a big smile. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Guess you know what you’re doing, Mikey.” I replied with a bit of a huff.

“’Course I do, I want you to fall in love with me.” He said wrapping his arms around my hips pulling me against his chest.

“You’re mean.” I whined and he chuckled again rumbling his chest against mine.

“I am, but only out of love.” He said leaning in to kiss the top of my head.

“So horrible.” I added.

“I just want you to be in love with me, too.” He leaned down to kiss me. My will weakened. I had to be defenseless against the stupid catcher.

  Later that week, I was at the baseball game before it started. I watched Michael and the rest of the team stretching, standing just close enough to overhear their conversations.

“So, Mikey’s got a girl.” Calum said teasing. Michael’s eyes narrowed.

“You do, too.” Mikey countered. “All of us do.” He finished. Luke turned pink while Cal and Ash laughed.

“I have no idea how we got four great girls to like us.” Ashton said giggling as he rolled the ball in his hands.

“You might not even get to take your girl to prom though.” Michael said with an edge. Ashton’s grip tightened on the ball.

“It was a bet.” Ashton said in a low voice.

“Coach is gonna kill me when he knows about me and his niece. I’m done for.” Luke said sadly.

“He’s not going to kill you unless you get her pregnant. I just want to talk to my baby girl right now.” Calum said rolling out his body.

“Can’t coach give us like five to get like a good luck kiss or something?” Ashton said adding his own complaint to the list.

“I want to kiss her…” Luke said in a quieter voice compared to the others.

“Let’s just go. We’re done with warm ups. We’re allowed to talk to family and shit so I’m going to talk to my girlfriend.” Michael said firmly turning and getting up.

“You calling her your girlfriend now?” Calum called after Michael. Michael ignored him and kept approaching me.

“So, before every game there’s something I want from you.” Michael said putting his hands on the fence that stood between us. At least both of our heads cleared the edge.

“And what is that?” I asked and he smiled.

“A good luck kiss.” He said with a big smirk. I felt my heart begin to race already.

“Oh yeah, sure.” I said leaning toward him over the fence.

“Thanks love.” He said puckering his lips. I gently kissed him and he smiled.

“Play an amazing game.” I said as he just beamed at me.

“I will with that kiss giving me energy.” He said with a super big smile as he adjusted his baseball hat over his neon hair.

“Of course, I’ll stay after to see you.” I said and he nodded.

“Love you babes.” He said and I rolled my eyes again.

“Love you, too.” I said after him as he jogged back to team to play. He waved at me over his shoulder.

I guess he had managed to catch my heart on top of everything else.