Imagines and One-Shots (Book Three)

Rain Delay (Michael Clifford)

i couldn't find a video of just the moment that inspired this, but it's at 7:02 in the video linked above

i just like to imagine 5sos in baseball uniforms ok let me live

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"Looks like we've got a bit of a rain delay, guys," the Coach said as the men in the dugout looked up at the dark grey sky, feeling a chill in the air as it started to rain lightly.

"You know how long for, Coach?" Ashton asked.

"Depends on how long the rain lasts," he answered, "But I'm thinking at least half an hour."

"Well, we might as well make the most of it," Calum shrugged, "I'm sure the crowd would enjoy some entertainment rather than sitting around waiting for the game to start."

"What did you have in mind?" Luke wondered.

"You know, I've seen videos of players playing bowling and horse racing," Taylor chuckled, "That was pretty entertaining."

"I say we bring Mike's girlfriend out here and pretend to marry them," Luke snickered. 

Michael simply laughed loudly, "Hey, if she's down for it, I'll marry her."

"Go get her then!" Ashton nudged him, prompting him to get up.

Michael exited the dugout and trotted over to the seats behind home plate where you were sitting. You were talking to your parents when you heard Michael's voice from below you.

"Y/N!" he called so you would look at him.

"Hi, Mikey," you grinned.

"Hey, princess," he smiled back, "The team wants to give the crowd a little entertainment while we wait for the rain delay to pass and suggested a fake wedding for us." You giggled, making him smile again as he went on, "So do you wanna fake marry me?"

"Sure," you laughed.

"Get your cute butt down here then," he winked. You rolled your eyes fondly, telling your parents you'd be back in a few minutes. They simply chuckled and nodded as you got up.

Michael followed you until the area behind home plate where there wasn't a net where he told you to just climb over the railing and jump onto the field instead of taking the long way around. You did exactly that, climbing over and sitting for a moment while Michael got under you. You pushed yourself off, landing bridal-style in his arms.

"Hi, beautiful," your boyfriend grinned. You smiled brightly, kissing his cheek. He put you back on your feet, his arm still wrapped around your waist as he took you to where the team was already getting into their spots for the 'wedding'.

Luke was standing in front of everyone, acting as the minister. Calum was standing to his right, informing you as you approached that he was your maid of honor – which obviously made you laugh loudly. Ashton was standing behind the rest of the team – who were acting as the wedding guests, their knees bent as if they were sitting in chairs – silently letting you know that he was walking you down the aisle. You could hear people in the crowd laughing at the stunt as you and Michael went to stand with Ashton.

The mock wedding started not long after that with Michael walking down the aisle, fist-bumping and high-fiving his teammates on the inner part. You laughed as you watched him reach Luke, noticing the blonde hand him something but not thinking anything of it as he put it in his pocket. The wedding guests then stood up before you linked arms with Ashton, walking down the aisle as if it were a real wedding, sitting down again once you reached the front.

"Who gives this woman away?" Luke asked, smiling slightly at the fact that you hadn't stopped giggling since you stepped onto the field.

"Her mother and I do," Ashton said in a deep voice, clearly pretending to imitate your own father. Michael then took your hand, bringing you in front of him and allowing Ashton to move behind him as if he were also the best man.

"Do you, Michael, take Y/N to be your wife?" Luke said, "For rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, and all that other stuff I'm supposed to say as long as you both shall live?"

You couldn't help but laugh again as Michael smiled, "I do."

"Do you, Y/N, promise to do all that stuff with Michael too?"

You snorted softly with a nod, "I do."

"I now pronounce you married," Luke announced, "You may kiss the bride!" You and your boyfriend grinned as he leaned in to peck your lips while everyone else – including the crowd – clapped. The team was about to disperse to do something else to entertain the crowd when a voice stopped them.

"Wait," Michael said suddenly, making everyone look at him, "Something not right here..." You watched curiously as he perked up. "I know what it is!" he chirped, "We forgot to exchange rings!" Michael let go of your hands and your eyes immediately widened as he reached into his pocket.

"Michael, no..." you trailed off, noticing his teammates smiling widely out of the corner of your eye.

The moment his hand reemerged from his pocket and there was a small diamond ring in between his thumb and index finger, your hands flew up to your face and you were in tears. Michael got down on one knee and you could hear the crowd gasp in surprise and cheer loudly once they realized what was happening. You turned around and took a step away, only to have Calum wrap his arms around you, keeping you there. His hands slid to your shoulders, turning you back around to face your boyfriend, who was still beaming up at you.

"Y/N," he said, making you move your hands so they were covering your mouth so you could look at him, "Will you marry me?"

You opened your mouth to speak but no words were coming out, so you just settled for nodding your head. Michael's grin only got bigger when he realized you were saying yes, reaching up and grabbing your left hand to bring it down and slide the ring onto your finger.

The cheers coming from the crowd were almost deafening as Michael stood up, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off of the ground. Your own arms wound tightly around his neck, your face burying itself in his shoulder as you cried. You picked your legs up, wrapping them around his waist.

"You know, it's really your fault for not seeing that coming," he murmured into your skin, pressing little kisses to it every now and then.

"Shut up," you grumbled, smacking him lightly on the back of the head.

He chuckled again, squeezing your waist, "I love you, princess."

"I love you, Mikey," you whispered back.

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inspiration: https://youtu.be/-tmqsI0OrTA?t=7m2s