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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — first loves + bkg.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff + sfw, fem + black-coded!reader, post war, implied bnha spoilers, hints of ptsd/panic attacks, first loves, loverboy bkg, idk what this is guys they’re just kids in love and i wrote this listening to the new(ish) 5sos album bye.

they say you never really get over your first love, katsuki bakugou can attest to that.

in the summer after his eighteen birthday, his parents take him on one last family vacation before he breaks into the hero industry. they go abroad, somewhere far away from the trail of heartbreak left in japan— it’d been a hard year. he’d lost a lot. bakugou’s vision shakes a little in his grey-pinkish eye, his skin is bumpy with scars over his eyes and under his shirts. he’s a little more afraid to go in public in fear of being recognised.

so, katsuki takes that venture abroad. where no one knows who he is and what he’s been through.

katsuki’s parents like to explore, they drag him under a sun that’s a little foreign and not like japan’s across a strange city to try new foods that expand his horizons and makes his tastebuds a little happier. they force him to take photos in front of old bridges and historic monuments— though his dad snaps a nice one of bakugou walking through the bustling streets, a backwards baseball cap resting on his nest of hair.

on the last night, they have dinner at a beachside restaurant— bakugou excuses himself when the noises get a little too much and remind him of a time where nearly he lost his life. he stumbles out, down the steps and along the vast stretch of sand looking for the space to breathe along the waterfront. waves crash hard against the shore like the anxiety attacking his brain and katsuki has to crouch down to get a hold of himself before the world tilts too far and he falls off the invisible edge.

“are you okay?”

when he looks up, red eyes narrowly avoiding the glare of the sunset— he sees a girl. her skin looks like it’s been kissed by the solar system, beautiful brown tone glowing under the golden night— accompanied brown doe eyes boring deep into his own, reading his soul as if it were only made up of the constellations beginning to dot themselves in the sky. she has these braids he’s never quite seen before but they frame the roundness of her cheeks perfectly and…he’s never felt love before, aside from the kind you have for friends and family and bakugou doesn’t believe in fate. everything happening for a reason and shit.

because that would mean what happened to him…well, it would mean he deserved it.

but in this moment, the moment this girl offers him her hand and crouches down to see if he’s okay. he feels it. love, filling the blood that pumps through his beating heart. slowly, tenderly, his calloused and marred hand takes her own— the girl making a small noise of content as they sit together, bottoms wet from the sand.

they stay there, together for a while. katsuki and this strange girl he’s only just met— listening to the seagulls call for one another just metres above their heads accompanied by the waves that roll along the shoreline as if they were made to be together. it calms him down, and sure enough bakugou’s chest stops it’s heaving and the scary noises in his head back off for the minute. his mother screams his name in the distance and the girl looks over the blonde’s shoulder with her lips in a pout and brows furrowed— quizzical as if she’s putting together pieces of a puzzle.

“oh, you probably didn’t understand me earlier, right?” she speaks suddenly yet hesitantly, her voice filling his ears like cotton, in broken japanese instead of the fluent english from earlier. “a-are you okay?”

bakugou hums shyly, cheeks flashing red. “‘m fine now. couldn’t breathe before.”

“i’m glad—“ she starts to reply but bakugou’s mother has always been persistent and irritating especially at the worst times— yelling his name again. the pair’s shoulders rise like cats on the prowl and the girl let’s out the cutest laugh he’s ever heard in his life. “i think your mum’s calling, katsuki.”

“s-shut up!” bakugou scrambles to his feet just as the girl does, brushing the sand from her warm skin.

“you should go! i’ll see you around, kay?”

she’s gone before he can even blink, as if she were never there. the only way he truly knows that the girl was real is all thanks to his mother— mitsuki pestering him with questions about the girl all the way back to the restaurant. who was she? did you know her? are you okay? they all go through one ear and come out of the other. all bakugou can think about from then is how she thought she would see him again.

which wouldn’t happen, since he was leaving tomorrow.

for the next ten years, memories of the girl with honeyed brown skin and darling chocolate eyes haunt katsuki’s every waking moment. he tried everything in his power to forget her, his first love— even if they moments they shared together were brief, they’re all he thinks about when the world gets a little too ugly and a little too heavy to sit on his shoulders.

no one had ever been that gentle with him, treated him so kindly at first sight— after seeing all of him, scarred and all. no one has ever compared to her since.

that is until the warm tones of your voice echo through the dynamight agency one day— your japanese a little stronger than it was almost a decade ago when it changed the trajectory of katsuki bakugou’s life.

“h-hi, i’m here for the assistant role for um…dynamight?” you say, still shy and hesitant, still quiet and cute.

and only the heavens know how thankful katsuki is for not forgetting his first love— for remembering the way you talk, the way your eyes shimmer as he rounds the corner and reveals himself to you. taller than you remember, older and wiser than in your head— but still your first love too.

“you’re okay!” you squeak upon his reveal, clutching your bag in one shaky hand— voice wobbling as if you’d been worried about bakugou this entire time.

the blonde nods simply, trying to remember what it was he said to you all those years ago when you’d first asked him that.

“‘m fine, feel like i can breathe again.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou drabbles #bakugou imagine #bakugo x reader #bakugou x black reader #bakugou fics #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted #IDK WHAT THIS IS #was inspired by the new 5sos album lol

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bratzforchris · 9 months

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Masterlist

Hello! This is a complied list of all my works for you to enjoy! Please remember that my writing does not reflect 5sos in real life; it is purely fiction 🎀🤍

🌷=fluff

🖇=angst

💋=smut

🧸=age regression

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Luke Hemmings

I have a separate masterlist of Luke works because I have way more of those than anything else :). That can be found here!

Michael Clifford

🌷 I'll Always Listen

🌷 To the Moon and Back

🌷 You're Beautiful

💋 Streams

💋 Don't Worry Baby

Calum Hood

🧸 My Baby

🌷 Unhappy Halloween

🌷 Five More Minutes

🌷 Marriage

💋 Latin and Pentagrams

🌷 Tour Struggles

💋 Softie

Ashton Irwin

🌷 I'll Take Care of It

🌷 Study Stress

🌷 Feel Better

🌷 Bad Days

🌷 Ours

5 Seconds of Summer

💋 Five Sauce

Lashton

🌷 Brothers

🌷 You'll Be Okay

Muke

🌷 The Dress

🖇 Diagnosis

🌷 Woke Up In Japan

🧸 Luke's Secret

Cake

🧸 Little Lukey

🧸 New Toys

Mashton

🌷 Cupid

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All works posted here are my original ideas and stories unless otherwise stated. Please do not post elsewhere or copy my work.

Updated: February 13th, 2024

Requests are here <3

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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home life ~ ashton irwin

word count: 1669

request?: yes!

“So the request is domestic everyday life fluff with any of them. Whichever you know best or maybe a short blurb of all of them. I trust you so have fun and thank you!”

description: what’s the typical day like for ashton and his wife? let’s find out

pairing: ashton irwin x female!reader

warnings: nothing just some super cute domestic fluff with ashton

masterlist (one, two, three)

As much as Ashton loved to make music and go on tour, his favorite place to be was at home with you. More specifically, in your shared bed, which was where he was now.

He had awoken before you, both of you submerged in the sea of warm blankets. He rolled over to face you and couldn’t help but smile as he looked at your sleepy face. You were asleep on your stomach, your face smooshed adorably into the pillow. A small sliver of sunlight poked through the closed blinds and landed perfectly against your face, giving you a glow as if you were Ashton’s personal angel.

He moved slowly closer to you as to not wake you. He extended a hand to run it over the soft and warm skin along your shoulders and back. You stirred at the touch, peaking open one eye to look at him before closing it again. A small smile came across your face as you snuggled closer to him.

“Good morning,” you murmured.

“Good morning, love,” Ashton responded. “Did you sleep well?”

“I always sleep well when you’re home.”

Ashton smiled and opened his arms to you. You turned to face him and shuffled closer until the warmth of his arms engulfed you. You breathed in his familiar scent as you buried your head in his chest.

“What if we stayed in bed all day?” he murmured into your hair. “We don’t have anything to do anyways.”

“I love the idea, but if we lay in bed all day we’ll get bed sores.”

“Those aren’t real.”

“Maybe not, but I’m not going to test that. Besides, we have to get up to eat and use the bathroom and stuff eventually.”

Ashton sighed and pressed a kiss against your head. “Okay, counter offer: we stay in bed for one more hour, then we’ll get up.”

You smiled and kissed his neck. “I can agree to that, I guess.”

An hour came and passed and Ashton was reluctant to get up or to let you go, but a deal was made and he was a man of his word. You reluctantly peeled yourself from the bed, your body still care from your night with Ashton. He watched you longingly as you walked to the bathroom. When he heard the shower turn on, he quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

As much as Ashton loved being physically intimate with you, he also loved these moments of tender intimacy. Maybe even more than the physical intimacy sometimes. You were stood together under the hot water. Ashton had lathered up your hair with shampoo and gently tilted your head back under the water to rinse. You did the same for him before switching so he could put considering in your hair. He then lathered up his hands with body was and started to wash your body. You leaned into his touch, a dreamy smile on your face.

You giggled as his hands started moving down between your legs. “Naughty boy. You’re supposed to be cleaning me.”

“But getting dirty is way more fun,” he replied.

You giggled and playfully pushed him away. You rinsed the suds from your body before leaning in to kiss Ashton. His hands wandered over your soft, wet skin as his lips moved to your neck.

“You’re giving me mixed signals, love,” he mumbled against your neck.

“Only because you’re a horny nuisance,” you giggled.

“You knew that when you married me.”

One hot shower turned very cold later, you were both finally drying yourselves off and getting dressed. You offered to make breakfast, but Ashton insisted on ordering delivery for the two of you instead. “A lazy, relaxing day,” he said. You weren’t about to argue.

You always cherished having Ashton home. Days like these, where you were both home and free of any responsibility for an entire day, were few and far between, and they seemed to be very fleeting. You knew this was Ashton’s life when you married him. In fact, you had gotten a practice run of it in the early years of your relationship. It didn’t make the time away from one another any easier, or the time together any less bittersweet.

Since Ashton decided on a lazy day together, you collected the softest blankets in the house and settled down on the couch. Ashton collected the breakfast when it arrived and brought it into the living room. He placed the spread on your coffee table and took his place next to you on the couch.

“What shall we watch?” you asked as you cuddled into his side.

“You choose,” he responded.

“We both know that’s a bad idea since I’ll undoubtably end up choosing Encanto for the hundredth time.”

“More like millionth.” You elbowed him playfully. “But I love how excited you get when we watch it, so how can I pass up that opportunity?”

You smiled at him and gleefully turned on your favorite movie. The two of you watched in near silence as you ate, sometimes broken by you singing along softly.

“You’re very cute,” Ashton commented after your one woman performance of We Don’t Talk About Bruno.

“I know,” you teased. “But I don’t think that compliment applies when I’m stuffing my face and singing along to Disney tunes.”

“No, especially then.”

You shook your head. “That’s just lies, and you’re not supposed to lie to your wife.”

You placed you plate aside and laid back into his arms. He looked down at you with that look - the lovesick puppy look. He’s had it ever since you first met. There was something warm and comforting about that fact; the fact that after all these years, Ashton still looked at you with so much love in his eyes.

“You’re very cute,” he repeated, lightly brushing his lips against your nose.

“You mentioned that already,” you teased.

“I’ll keep telling you as many times as you want to hear it.”

You smiled and into into his embrace, kissing his cheek.

You spent a few hours cuddled up on the couch going back and forth picking what movies to watch. Ashton’s hand idly roamed your body; first running through your hair, then running over your arm and back, then tracing circles on your thigh. It brought you an added comfort and was almost enough to lull you to sleep a couple of times.

When dinner time came around, you told Ashton you were going to cook for the two of you and you refused to hear otherwise on the matter. He agreed, but only on the terms that he helped you.

That lasted all of five minutes, after which you had to kick him out because he was getting in the way more than helping.

“Go set the table or something,” you had said, playfully, after swatting him with the dish towel.

Some time later, you had dinner ready and placed on the table for the two of you. The sun had set and the only light in the room was the dim light of the lamps. Realizing how quickly the day had gone by resulted in a feeling of melancholy settling over you. You were starting to be reminded about your fleeting time with Ashton yet again.

Noticing your mood switch, Ashton reached out to hold your hand. “Hey, what’s up?”

You snapped out of your mood and smiled. “Nothing. I’m good. Just hungry.”

“Then eat, silly.”

After eating and washing up the dishes, you found yourself back in bed, once again cuddled up in Ashton’s arms. Your head was resting on his chest, listening to his heart beating against your ear. It was another moment you tried not to take for granted: the calm moments when you could just lay with Ashton, take in the warmth of his body against yours, the sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing. His hand had slipped under your shirt and was tracing circles against your bare skin. You could feel the callouses on his fingers against the softness of your skin.

Your eyes kept glancing at the clock on your bedside table. Every minute that ticked by was a minute closer to Ashton’s break ending. You still had a few days, but the next few days were filled with work for you and obligations for the both of you. This would be your last day alone together, and it felt like it was going by way too fast.

“Hey.” You looked up to see Ashton’s concerned face. “What’s on your mind, beautiful?”

You sighed. “I don’t want the day to end.”

“I know,” he said. “I don’t either, but we still have a few days left.”

“Not ones where we’re both off and can just spend the day together.”

He pulled you in tighter and kissed you on top of your head. “I know, love, but you can’t think about the future in dread like that. You gotta try to live in the moment. Think about us, here, right now. Besides, I don’t care if we have things going on or if I only get to spend a little time with you before or after you have work. As long as I get to spend time with you at all, I’ll be happy.”

Tears were welling in your eyes, both a combination of happiness at his words but also a little sadness at the thought of having to let him go sometime soon. But you cuddled into his side and tried to do as he said; forget about the future and try to live in the now.

“I love you, you know,” you said, your words muffled from your face being buried against his chest.

He chuckled. “I know. I love you, too.”

“I love you more.”

He gave you a look and poked at your side. “Don’t start this debate. We both know how it’s going to end.”

You giggled and settled in next to him for the conclusion of your relaxing day.

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin imagine #ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin blurb #5 seconds of summer #5sos #imagine #one shot #blurb #drabble #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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nyoomfruits · 10 months

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🔀 for landoscar if you like :)

i got super trouper by abba so OBVIOUSLY my brain immediately went 'landoscar boyband au' and uuuh. i actually wrote thing for it??? so??? here you go????

Most of the time, Lando’s relieved they gave up on trying to do any kind of synchronized choreography long ago. He’s never been very good at remembering all the different steps, always sort of missed his que, and next to George ‘what like it’s hard?’ Russell, anyone ends up kind of looking like a floppy fish anyway.

But right now, he kind of misses it. At least it gave him a purpose, especially during slower songs like these, the romantic love ballad that means he can’t just run around and make weird faces at the crowd for a bit while he waits for his turn to sing again.

They all have their thing during this song, anyway. George is center stage, carrying most of the verses and the chorus, belting like his heart depends on it. Pierre and Charles are doing, well, whatever Pierre and Charles do. Right now it looks like they’re doing some kind of ballroom dancing, Pierre twirling Charles around as they giggle loudly and nearly miss their que for the chorus, coming in just a second too late.

Meanwhile Alex is off to Lando’s other side, blowing kisses at the crowd and encouraging them to put up their flashlights and sway along, making a group of girls in the front row giggle and swoon.

Speaking of the front row, Lando glances out in the crowd again, searching, as he has been all night. Their lighting set up is insane, so he’s barely been able to see the crowd, but with the ballad it’s softer, more forgiving. He can actually see people’s faces now.

And so it doesn’t take long, before he spots him. Oscar is kind of awkwardly crammed between the barrier at the walkway stage and a girl holding a sign that says ‘CHARLES WILL YOU MARRY ME’. He looks horribly out of place, wearing a plain dark blue t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, a stark contrast with the decked out glitter covered fans around him. But his face, god.

There’s about 17.000 people in the venue right now. Many of them have posters of Lando above their bed, have entire Instagram pages dedicated to him, write his name next to theirs surrounded by hearts in the margins of their notes. And yet no one is looking at him with more love in their eyes then Oscar is right in that moment.

The bridge of the song comes around, and Lando fumbles for his mic, raising it just in time to start singing. He sings the whole cheesy, generic, saccharine sweet thing right at Oscar, not breaking eye contact for a moment.

No one knows about them, and maybe they never will. Maybe they will have to spend the rest of their lives in the shadows, hiding and sneaking around and keeping it a secret. It’s the prize, of the ridiculous level of fame Lando finds himself in.

But this moment, this little moment in the harsh glow of the spotlight, this is theirs. And no one is going to take that away from them.

#feel like i'm putting my years in the 1d and subsequently 5sos fandom to good use #landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #drabble #boyband au #this was VERY fun to write actually i might expand on it some time #also yes this IS why i asked about the f1 boyband line up lmao

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silverstonesainz-archive · 2 years

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𝐛-𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 & 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 ━━ 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

hello, welcome to my old masterlist!

these are filled with hockey & 5sos (mainly calum) fics that i've worked on in the past. didn't want to delete them, so you can find them here.

i currently don't write for 5sos or hockey at the moment, but that could change at any time. but enjoy what i have for now!

key: ♠ - smut | ✿ - fluff | ✦ - angst | ⍟ - favorite

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

⤷ tired ✿ ⤷ in a perfect world ✦ ⤷ forget ✦ || remember ✿ ⤷ street light ✦ ⤷ personal feelings ✿ – a compilation of personal thoughts and feelings that i've projected onto calum hood

𝐧𝐡𝐥

The SOUR Series (on hiatus)

𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐳𝐚𝐥 ⤷ home ✿ ⤷ the play off beard ♠

𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐡𝐨 ⤷ this is how it ends ✦ || finish line ✿

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 ⤷ drivers license – tyson jost ⤷ 1 step forwards, 3 steps back – carter hart ⤷ deja vu – sidney crosby ⤷ instagram official – carter hart ⤷ bliss – sebastian aho

#calum hood #nhl #hockey works #obx #drabbles #one shots #instagram edits #5sos #5 seconds of summer #sebastian aho #tyson jost #carter hart #andrei svechnikov #silverstonesainz masterlist

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heartcal · 1 month

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rejected ; c.h. (part viii -- preview)

summary: he was just a silly little crush that you had in high school, and you were sure that after graduating, you would be over it. so why is your heart beating fast as he sits next to you in your first class on your first day of college? chapter summary: "new year, new me." at least, that's what you hoped for, but instead of noticing a change in yourself, you're seeing a shift between calum and ashton. pairing: calum hood x reader (gender-neutral) genre: fluff, angst, classmates to friends to lovers au, college au warning(s): none i think ?? maybe a curse word or two idk preview word count: 486 words

a/n: HEYOOO yikes wow it's been a while huh? plenty of factors have kept me away from posting and writing in general (some were my own doing while some were out of my hands) bUt !! we finally have a preview !!! unclear when the full part will be posted but rest assured, it's coming!! anyway, i'll cut my rambling short, enjoy this preview! series masterlist! | main masterlist!

Ashton looks at Calum for his input to which he only mimics your shrug.

He withholds a sigh, refraining from shaking his head at his friend before speaking up, “How about this: you do the writing portion, Calum and I work on the PowerPoint and the presentation.”

If it gets you out of speaking in front of the class and risk stumbling over your words, you’ll take it.

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m cool with that.”

Ashton smiles, clapping his hand on Calum’s shoulder before standing. He lifts his bag from the desk, checking the time on his phone before placing it into his back pocket, “Let’s meet at the library, say, around 5pm? Then we can work together.”

You smile back at him in agreement, “Sounds good.”

Ashton waves as you take off, oblivious to his friend’s narrowed stare until he turns to face him.

“What was that?” Calum asks, not easing up on his stare.

Ashton hums in confusion, and if he’s joking or not, Calum cannot tell.

“That,” Calum juts his chin towards the door, “what was all that?”

Ashton snorts, “Calum, haven’t you heard? There’s this new thing called ‘being friendly.’”

Ashton turns to leave, knowing Calum will follow behind, and is rolling his eyes at Ashton’s attempt at a joke.

“Ha ha,” Calum laughs sarcastically.

“Seriously, I’m just being friendly, Cal.”

And Calum knows. It isn’t out of the ordinary for Ashton to be friendly—it’s out of the ordinary if Ashton isn’t friendly, for that matter—but he thinks there’s more to it. Where did all this come from? When did this happen? He knows you two weren’t strangers, there was some familiarity for sure, but it feels like it’s out of nowhere.

“Yeah, I know,” Calum starts, but he falters, trying to piece together his next sentence. He doesn’t want to pry, because knowing Ashton, he’ll try to dissect whatever Calum is thinking or feeling.

Calum’s thoughts are interrupted when he bumps into Ashton.

“What’s going on with you?” Ashton questions, eyeing Calum up before pulling him to the side to avoid the foot traffic surrounding them.

“What do you mean?” Calum shrugs, “Nothing’s wrong.”

Ashton raises his eyebrows, another question on the tip of his tongue. He lowers his voice, leaning closer to Calum, “Is this about what happened before the break?”

Calum’s quick to respond, shaking his head as he adjusts his bag’s strap. “Not about that.”

Ashton doesn’t believe him for a second. He picked up on his behavior throughout the class; the glances between himself and you, the short responses, the way his posture changed when he felt the atmosphere grow awkward.

“Well,” he claps, “I need to meet with some admins, so I’ll catch up with you later.”

He bids goodbye to Calum before heading to the administration building, leaving Calum stewing in his own thoughts and knowing he’s hiding more than he’s letting on.

#5sos imagines #5sos blurbs #5sos one shots #5sos drabbles #5 seconds of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer blurbs #5 seconds of summer one shots #5 seconds of summer drabbles #calum hood imagines #calum hood blurbs #calum hood one shots

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chicagocal · 2 years

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At Ease

sfw, domestic as fuuuuuck :)

word count: 605

I don’t even remember writing this but when I came across and read it, I was actually impressed with the scene I depicted. So, without further ado I present a glimpse into another one of my day dreams

I’m seeing fresh bread in a basket on the glossy white countertops so bright it contrasts the deep emerald of the cabinets perfectly. There’s a deep wide farm sink with matte black hardware. I have a ginormous cylinder candle lit in the center of the island. It smells like citrus. I look down and notice our dog is stretched out rolling around on the runner rug that lies between the sink and the island counter. I laugh at the noise he makes and coo back to him.

I glance up and move my eyes toward the backyard and notice you working out next to the pool. Sun beaming down on your sun kissed skin, your torso covered in a light sheen of sweat making you glisten. Your thick dark curls weighing down over your forehead from the dampness. I can’t help myself but get lost in watching you move. Not trying to divert my focus from you but realizing you’ll be in soon, I reach into a cabinet to pull out a juicer. I go into the refrigerator and pull out some green produce. Back at the island I grab some ginger and a fresh pineapple to cut into. With some light prep my results are two green juices for the two of us. Again my eyes search to find you in the backyard. I see you jog around the pool to get to the diving board. You dive into the pool gracefully and begin your usual few laps.

I begin to feel warm and desperate for some fresh air, so I walk to the sliding doors near the living area. With little force I tug at the sliding door and guide it all the way to the other end of the kitchen, completely immersing our indoor and outdoor space. I hear some splashes and see your head bob up and curls shake as you climb up the ladder out of the pool. You give me your biggest smile ear to ear and reach for me. I’m hesitant not wanting to get all wet but lean in to meet your lips. I look over my shoulder and point to the island at the juice I have ready. You nod acknowledging them and skip off to take a shower.

It's moments like these where I just want to stay and hide in them forever. I smiled to myself dumbfounded at this life I’m living. I dreamed of this stability and comfort. I dreamed of being loved this crazily and hard.

Our backyard is lush with greenery, fruit trees and vines everywhere. The backyard is set on a hill, and past the pool and the big willow tree you’ll find a stone path that follows down the elevation to a little quiet nook where we’ve fit a swinging bench. Not many places in this city are quiet but we’ve positioned it near a clearing where it conveniently looks over the horizon of the vast tinseltown. I pad my way down the stepping stones and take a seat on the swing just as the sunset turned pink. I hear a leaf crunch and my head shifts to look over my shoulder, our eyes connect, my expression softens inviting you to join me. Instead of watching myself I watch you as you admire the sunset and try to savor both our contentment. You lean over and push your lips to my temple and linger close to my face.

I could relive this afternoon over and over again.

“I love afternoons like these, with you.” As if he was responding to the thought in my head. I hummed in agreement.

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dreambabylon · 10 months

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- Never Embarrassed of You -

Calum Hood Drabble

Warnings: I don’t think there are any, just fluff!

All imagines are fictional and made by me for fun. No connection to reality. I don’t own the music or gifs.

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #5sos imagines #5sosedit #calum hood imagine #imagines #fanfic #5sos Drabble

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sam-a-queer-person · 2 years

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You make me complete

Request: yes, I hope you like it! Summary: Luke comforts his best friend after a shitty day. Fandom: 5sos Words: 873 Warnings: swearing(?), a little bit of angst, sexism (just a little bit and not directly.), I think that's it, let me know if there should be others. Notes: This takes place this year, Luke and the reader met during the tour with one direction. The reader was a photographer for 5sos.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

I always liked the rain, the noise, not the feeling. The sound of rain was comforting, it ticking on the windows and roof. The feeling was annoying and cold, it falling on your skin and clothes. Glasses didn't help either. Glasses were supposed to help you see, but right now I can barely see anything. I was cold and soaking wet, and I could barely see where I walked. I noticed that rain wasn't the only thing wetting my cheeks, tears were falling, frustrated tears, sad tears, angry tears. Trying to hold it in, seemed impossible, but I still tried. I was almost home, I could almost shower and crawl into bed. But almost wasn't now and I hated that.

I could see my apartment from here, just a few more minutes before I would open the door to my apartment, my apartment where I would be alone. I wish Luke was here, but since he is on tour, he ain't going to be there. But God, how I wished I could hug him and tell him about my shitty day. Tell him about the shitty date, tell him about my stupid boss. As I walked up the stairs, I couldn't help but kinda dread going into my lonely apartment. I wish somebody would be waiting there, or that I wouldn't be going in alone, but that date ruined that for tonight. I got to my floor and began to walk to my door when I heard voices from inside. Weird and creepy. I couldn't hear what they were saying and who they were. I grabbed deodorant, the only "weapon" available. I quietly grabbed my key and went to unlock my door, preparing for the worst. The tears had stopped and I had wiped them away, but I could feel them coming again. This time tears of fear. I quickly opened the door and held the deodorant in front of me. "AAAH, fuck sake, it's just me and the guys" wait a second "LUKE?!" "Yeah, are you okay?" "You scared the crap out of me, aren't you supposed to be on tour." "Short break" Ashton replied for him. "You could have called, you should have called." "Yeah maybe I should have, but are you okay, you're shivering and sort of crying?" That's when I broke, a sob escaping my chest, that clenching feeling in my chest. Luke of course immediately brought me into a hug. "We'll come back tomorrow." Michael said, patting my back, Ashton and Calum following him. "Call us when you need something." Calum said, before he closed the door behind him. Luke was still hugging me and rubbing my back and I was still sobbing. "It's okay, I'm sorry." He whispered. "No no no, it wasn't your fault." I managed to get out between sobs. He began shushing me and leading me to the couch. He sat down with me, pulling me into him. He began to hum my favorite song as I began to calm down, my heart rate going down and crying quieting down until I was calm. "What happened?" "Shitty day" "What happened?" "Maybe we should get your ears checked." I tried to joke. "I'm serious, you just broke down in front of us, I know you, you don't normally do that. So what happened?" "I had a shitty date with this guy who really didn't like feminism. He was constantly talking badly about it. I don't know why I stayed for so long, but I eventually stood up and left. Now here's the thing, apparently, he is friends with my boss and called him." I said, sitting up straight. "What did your boss do?" Luke asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder "He fired me." "He did what?" "We really should check your ears out." "Stop joking." "Okay okay, but yes, he fired me for ditching his friend. I have no job as of right now." "Oh, you have one." "Luke-" "I'll make some calls. You'll have a job and I won't have to miss you." "I missed you too, but what about Ryan?" I wondered putting my head on his shoulder. "He'll have to make place for you." He laughed out, making me smile. "Now please go shower, you're freezing and I'm cold too now." Luke said, pushing me away, jokingly. "Yes, boss." I said, standing up "I will be soon." "Nah, you will always be my best friend." "Your only friend." "That's not true, I'm friends with lots of people." I said, clutching my heart, pretending to be hurt.

I walked out of the bathroom and back to the couch, dressed in a short and one of Luke's sweaters. "Hey! That's my sweater." "You stole one of my keys, that's way worse." "I didn't steal it, I borrowed it." He said, while I sat down. "It's still stealing if you borrowed it without my permission." "Okay, wise ass." He joked. I saw that he had a movie ready, my favorite Disney cartoon to be precise. "Really?" "I know it is your favorite one." He said, before standing up. "Where are you going?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't leave. "The kitchen, I made thee." He answered, before walking into the kitchen. I smiled, that dork.

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saeist · 1 year

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HIIII I LOVE YOUR FICS, im basically stalking you like sum hungry sae lover LLMFAOO. (ur officially my fav sae writer/stan)

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON 🫡 it is both my pleasure and duty as a saeist to serve sae stans with the upmost top notch high quality content

#LOL im tweakin but YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN #maybe sae drabble later we'll see #hint: beside you by 5sos #you have (1) new message!#from: unknown sender

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haileygarciasunshine · 1 year

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Want a letter from your comfort character? See who I write for and send a request! Include what name and pronouns you’d like used (ex: he/she) and any other details.

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igarbagecannoteven · 2 years

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everything is going to be alright

Drabble (100 words) | Rating: Gen | Pairing: N/A

Inspired by this picture

#an ashton-centric drabble for y'all enjoy #it's really just vibes #5sos fanfic #the trash writes

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 2 months

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Angsty Drabbles Masterlist

Amnesia (ao3) - kat_badwi G, 433

Summary: short lashton sadness

Can I Lay By Your Side? (ao3) - aalexandravictoriaa luke/ashton G, 925

Summary: Ashton is having a bad day and Luke helps him feel like he’s not losing himself.

cracks (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton N/R, 490

Summary: Luke’s a bit sad sometimes, and he blames the atmosphere

don’t cry, i know you’re trying your hardest (ao3) - ashtonsbabygurl michael/calum G, 843

Summary: It’s Christmas and Calum is sad because he couldn’t give Michael what really he wanted.

dont waste your time on me (ao3) - sweaterpawlyssa michael/luke 994

Summary: Luke has a bad day and Michael adds onto it.

or where Michael is really oblivious to Luke being upset, ends up being a complete douchebag and when he finally figures it out, he cuddles him and sings him ATL

Give Your Tears To The Tide (ao3) - smokeynights michael/luke N/R, 406

Summary: Michael has been gone a year and Luke doesn’t know how to cope.

Hate Me Today, Hate Me Tomorrow, Hate Me So You Can Finally See What’s Good For You (ao3) - destiel_lemmings luke/ashton M, 681

Summary: Ashton wants Luke to hate him so it’s easier for him to let let go.

I’ll Never Leave (ao3) - magicalmadhatter michael/ashton N/R, 897

Summary: Ashton pulls him back in. “And one more thing. I’ll never leave.”

I’m Still Alive But I’m Barely Breathing (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 739

Summary: “And please don’t tell me it’s going to get better. God, please don’t tell me that Mikey. Because you don’t know, you don’t know if it gets better and when people say that I believe them. I believe it’s going to get better and then when it doesn’t I’m still stuck.”

I wish the only drug in me was you (ao3) - ShyyyVictoria luke/ashton T, 962

Summary: luke is strung out insomniac.

lonely (ao3) - EmotionalNutella luke/ashton N/R, 487

Summary: Ashton is feeling lonely

Love Hurts (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 981

Summary: Michael hits Luke while he’s drunk. He comes back more nights drunk and keeps harming Luke. Will Michael realize he’s been hurting his boyfriend before it’s too late?

midday cuddles (ao3) - calumhood (orphan_account) michael/ashton G, 441

Summary: michael has a bad day and ashton knows exactly how to help.

Midnight (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke G, 495

Summary: You only ever wanna love me after midnight.

Not Here Alone (ao3) - Lashtonisall luke/ashton T, 692

Summary: When Ashton feels the waves crashing in on him, he goes to the one person he knows he can trust with anything; his best friend.

Remembering the summer, it takes me back (ao3) - zephyrusnico luke/ashton NR, 995

Summary: ’Luke looks at the picture of them and he remembers the day it was taken, remembers the days and the memories before and after that day. He thinks about how he remembers the day that has long since been erased from Ashton’s mind, never to be remembered by him again.’

Scorpion’s sting (ao3) - berettajane calum/ashton T, 554

Summary: Ashton’s father left their family many years ago. Ashton eventually built a distant relationship with his father, until this phone call.

Wallow (ao3) - Katybug1992 luke/ashton T, 341

Summary: Sometimes Luke can’t handle his feelings for Ashton.

we've been here before a few times and I'm quite aware we're dying (ao3) - katiejo calum/ashton N/R, 614

Summary: It's three am and Ashton's missing him again.

Woman (ao3) - mtvluke michael/luke NR, 861

Summary: The morning sun began to rise, shining through the window that had allowed an orange toned light to saturate the room and light the skin of the duo reminding them that they didn’t have much longer before their night together ended finally.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #tw #angst #angst masterlist #drabbles

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