#5sos imgaines

[entertwinedsewntogether]

Long, long time | L.H

luke hemmings x reader

summary: you don't know how much longer you can cope with luke being on tour

warnings: panic attack, anxiety, angst with comfort, hurt/comfort, fem reader, reader is really going through it, very brief mention of lack of appetite, bit of poor self hygiene, not proofread

a/n: first time posting on tumblr despite being on here for years. literally terrified, also how god damn good is the feeling of falling upwards live album. i started levitating, don't get me started on os/co i could write a whole essay. also the ending is so rushed it's not funny but i couldn't think of an ending.

plus, the ending was my grandparents wedding song and i think it's so romantic so i put it in.

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It was early. The night had kept you awake, closing your eyes meant seeing every mistake you had ever made play in your mind. The curtains on your window were left open, the empty street and faint stars mocking your every move. The dim streetlight was your only source of light, and something about it was wrong.

It had been two weeks of this, of constantly shaking hands and always looking over your shoulder. Showering took more effort than it should, you had a never ending stomach ache, it felt like you didn't need to eat or drink. Your brain had been on constant overdrive for so long that it didn't know how to switch off, and it felt like there were rubber bands, squeezing around your chest and your brain, getting tighter and tighter by the minute.

For two weeks, you had done the same thing each night. Sitting up in bed, crossing your legs under your thick blanket and rocking, back and forth and back and forth. Your hands found your hair. It was greasier than you realised. How long had it been since you washed it? Stretching out your fingers, they felt wrong. They look different then you remembered. How long had it been since you had looked at yourself? Your hands find your knees, gripping onto them as you continue to rock.

You really don't want to. But you know you should. Where is he today? What even is the date today? When did you last talk to him?

Oh, his voice. His sweet, sweet voice. What would he say if he saw you like this? And this bed. This bed is far too big without him in it.

Luke is worried as well. You last spoke three days ago, and it was only texting. Usually you facetime every night, but he hasn't seen your face in just over a week. He wonders if you are busy, are you seeing your friends, are you working more?

If you squeeze your eyes shut, you can see him. He is sitting on the bed in front of you, he is holding you, he is smiling that gorgeous soft smile that he sends your way whenever you feel down. You can feel his hands rubbing up your arms in a soothing manner, his lips pressing against your forehead as the sweetest act of comfort.

You raise a hand to his side of the bed, dragging your hand along his pillow. No. No. The corner of your eyes prick.

Standing up on shaky legs, you stumble through the dark until you find your phone, face down on your floor, next to some discarded clothes. When did you let your bedroom get this filthy? The hands digging at your chest begin to dig their nails in. You kneel down, sitting on your heels and click your phone on. It's far too bright, it stings your eyes, but nonetheless you gaze lovingly at your lockscreen. At Him.

His beautiful blue eyes, warm and loving, and his gorgeous eyelashes, god he is blessed. His beautiful smile, halfway to a laugh, bringing a sad smile to your lips. Your eyes blur as you touch his cheek through your phone screen, a ragged breath coming from your chest.

You unlock your phone, blurry eyes and shaky hands pressing his contact, and the big green call button. It rings once, twice, three times, four times.

"Hey honey! You ok? Isn't it early at home?"

You don't respond. Your mouth hangs open in shock. He's alive. He's breathing. He's real, and you haven't imagined him. His voice is coming through your phone, he is on the other end and you can almost feel him.

A deep breath.

"Luke," You sob, "Luke."

"Oh, my girl."

You can hear voices becoming louder, and some clattering, a door closing and finally, just him.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"It hurts, Luke. It really hurts."

"What hurts?"

"My chest. It's too tight and I can't breathe properly, and my brain is so sore, every time I move it stings and burns. And my skin is too tight on me, but it's too loose in some places, and I don't recognise myself and I'm so scared. I'm so tired, and I'm so scared, and I can't sleep, and the bed is too big and the house is too silent, and I need you."

You say it all in one breath, trying hard to regulate your breathing as you hold onto the phone for dear life.

"Ok, can we take some breaths together? Nice and slow. You're ok. You're safe."

You try to breathe, and eventually your chest opens up a bit. You open up your mouth to talk, but suddenly it's all mush. You sit together in silence for a bit. Speaking is too difficult. You click the phone onto speaker, and try to make your way back to bed.

"I'm right here baby, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

You manage to groan out a response, pulling your blanket over your shaking body. Another sob escapes your lips, and you wrap your arms around your middle, pretending that you are anywhere else, that you are anybody else, that you have your boy with you.

"I'm so proud of you, you're so brave, can we keep taking some deep breaths? Just copy me."

You listen to his breathing through the phone and try to copy it, the pressure in your throat easing slightly.

"I love you so much. And I'm home so soon. So soon."

"Yeah. Not soon enough." A shaky inhale, a shaky exhale.

"Do you want me to sit with you for a bit? I can be quiet, or I can talk, whatever you need honey."

He is so patient. He is so kind. The first time he saw you have one of these, he sat in the dark in complete silence with you for threehours.

"Talk to me. I need to hear your voice."

And so he does. He talks about what you will do when he gets back. He talks about hearing you in all of his songs, and how he can't wait to hold you.

"I need you to come home soon, Lu. I think I'm fading again. I can't sleep. I need you."

He hears the tremor in your voice, your desolate tone, your sniffles, your slight stutter. He feels his heart break in two, knowing that he isn't there to hold you, to put you back together and smooth your skin.

"I know baby. Not long now, and I'm all yours for as long as you need, okay?"

"Okay. I'm really tired. Can you sing to me?"

And he doesn't hesitate. You swear you can hear the slight smile in his voice,

"Always."

"Never thought that you would be, standing here so close to me ,there's so much I feel that I should say, but words can wait until some other day"

His voice is sweet. His words linger in your head and your eyes drift closed.

"Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again. It's been a long, long time. Haven't felt like this, my dear since I can't remember when. It's been a long, long time"

Your heart feels warm. You know that it will not be easy. You know that the next two weeks will be hard. But you know that you will see him soon. And you know that you can live when you're with him.

"You'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you. Or just how empty they all seemed without you. So kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again It's been a long, long time"

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[bratzforchris]

hello :) hope your day is going good. can you write a Luke imagine of the reader being plus size and she struggles with self esteem issues, Luke is there to help and guide her?

Just the Way You Are

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: Body image talk, body insecurity

Word Count: 750

A/N: Thanks so much for the request!

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The morning had started out like any other Saturday. You woke up to the sun shining brightly through the white, silken drapes of your and Luke's shared bedroom. His side of the bed had long gone cold and you could hear him puttering around downstairs in the kitchen. Luke couldn't sleep past nine in the morning; he was too eager to get up and have his coffee.

You pushed yourself out of bed and walked over to the dresser. Even though you were getting up for the day, you would prefer to have something comfy to wear for a day at home with Luke. On top of the dresser was a pile of clean laundry, with your boyfriend's gray sweatpants folded perfectly on top.

You smiled to yourself as you grabbed them. Luke's clothes were so soft and carried his familiar scent no matter how many times they were washed. You pulled them on and then paused, observing yourself in the mirror. Luke's sweatpants were tight on you. Your 6'4" boyfriend's clothes were too tight on you.

Peeling the pants off in disgust, you threw them into a crumpled pile in the corner. You didn't want to look at them, didn't want to think about the way your body just wasn't right. In your eyes, you were too big, too heavy, too curvy, too much. You immediately ran back to bed, huddling under the covers and squeezing your eyes shut tight.

In your cloud of sadness and insecurity, you didn't hear the bedroom door open. Luke walked in, ever the ray of sunshine he was.

"I heard you were up and thought I'd bring you your coffee. One vanilla latte coming...babe?" he trailed off, his cheerful voice suddenly sad as he heard you cry.

"Don't want it," You mumbled miserably. "Too much sugar."

Your boyfriend placed the mugs on his nightstand, sitting down beside your burrito blanket on the bed. "What's going on, honey? Are you sick?"

"No." You sobbed.

"What's going on, lovely? Hmm?" Luke rubbed your blanket-covered side gently.

"Your stupid pants." You huffed.

You knew it sounded silly when said aloud, but that's how you felt. You had been in an amazing mood until you put on those sweatpants.

"You're going to have to elaborate on that a bit, babe." Luke chuckled.

"Do you think I'm fat?" You asked bluntly.

"What?" Luke's face dropped in shock. "Baby. Baby, no. Absolutely not. You are my perfect girl, no matter what you look like."

You curled closer to him, huddling into his side. "Tell me the truth."

"I absolutely am. I would never, ever lie to you, my love. You are beautiful just the way you are. No matter your size or shape or the number on the scale. I fell in love with your kindness and beautiful laugh and your love for your favorite things." Luke kissed the top of your head.

"I just feel gross and too big and all wrong." Your sobs had quieted to sniffles, but it was clear you were still extremely upset.

"Oh love," Luke cooed, hugging you tight. "Would you mind telling me what started this? You don't have to if you don't want to, but I'd like to know how to help."

"I wanted to wear your sweatpants and they were too tight." You mumbled, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Sweetie," Luke kissed your hair softly. "I love you no matter what you look like. I'm sorry my pants made you so upset, but you know you're beautiful just the way you are, right?" he looked into your eyes deeply.

You nodded, snuggling closer. You had always been insecure about your body, but the way Luke was talking about you in this moment made you feel like maybe it was okay. If someone as beautiful as him loved you, surely that meant you were beautiful too.

"Thank you," You sniffled. "I really needed that."

"Of course, my love. I want you to come talk to me when you're upset, and I want you to understand just how beautiful you are," Luke wrapped you in a tight hug, swaying side-to-side while peppering your face with kisses. "Now, would you like your coffee, darling?"

You nodded eagerly, making grabby hands for the mug. The way you felt about yourself right now wasn't perfect, but that was okay. Luke had helped you see just how beautiful you were, so for now, you were content to be just the way you were.

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[just1riqht]

whenever I’m sad I just rewatch 5SOS livestreams

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[orangeinecstasy]

hello my loves!

thank you for all the love and ashton and callum’s bf thoughts!!!! it means the world to me. luke’s is coming soon 🤭

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[anotheryoutubefanpage]

I just want to date someone as soft as Luke looked in those instagram photos today :(

#5sos #anotheryoutubefanpage #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #calum hood #ashton 5sos #luke 5sos #michael 5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum 5sos #5sos imgaines

[tinyyplants]

x

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[starshipsofstarlord]

hey! so i was re-reading one of the 5th second one-shot (the after hiatus one) and i couldn't stop thinking what y/n was really like back in the day! like when luke mentioned she chased niall around the arena and that she was a handfull. so maybe i thought i could request y/n goofing around and such (maybe like annoying a member of 1d and got in trouble with liz) anyways, take care! <3

One Second of Direction

Summary: based on the request

Pairing: 5SOS x member!reader, 1D x reader, Luke Hemmings x reader

Warnings: insecure Luke, minor angst, slight jealousy

Word Count: 958

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The sound of Niall screaming reverberated Luke's ears as he stopped his motion on the segway, watching as the irishman bolted across the back of stage, though the younger male was not surprised. Since they had joined the worldwide famous boy band on tour, they had grown used to the child like occupancies that they exhibited within their behaviour; it made him and his own band members closer to them and feel as though they fit into the environment better. And so when your body whisked past his eye-line, chasing the heels on the boy that had just passed, Luke was unaffected. He knew he was dating an idiot, but being away from your homeland was only further proving that fact and succumbing it to reality.

When you had temporarily migrated to London to pursue better chances at getting noticed as a musical group, it shun light on how all of you behaved without adults around. It was exactly what you expected. Chaos. Though technically Liz was lurking around somewhere, as she had travelled across the world to continue to supervise her son and his friends, which sounded more like a chore than a vacation, however she had no regrets of doing so, it was a duty that was condoned through being a parent. And as expected, the blonde woman came stalking out, her movements effortless as she knew that eventually she was catch the troublemaker whether that be sooner or later; you couldn't run forever, and thus she wouldn't have to chase you for such an amount of time.

"Lucas." Sure that wasn't realistically his name, but the guitarist opted against correcting his mother, and instead lifted his head to look her in the eyes. "Where did your girlfriend go?" Sighed his mother in question, unsure of how you had become this much of a pain from being elsewhere but Australia, usually she'd be praising you for your good behaviour, though it was clear that the clash of overseas bands had brought a new spark to your actions - to disobey everything that any adult said. They had been trying to do your hair for a photoshoot, nothing grand but apparently through it it had been impossible for you to sit down, and now you were gone, along with Niall.

"Dunno." He shrugged, only to earn a brooding squint from his mother. "That way." He gave in after a second, aware that you'd be complaining to him later about the fact that his own mother would have called your parents, and you'd earn yourself an earful about responsibilities and maturity over the phone. That was certainly not what you were striving towards, however that was inevitably what you were going to receive. Liz followed his surrender of direction, as Luke pondered what he was to do next until you'd return and grumble to him about the lack of fun that you were enduring.

Luke squinted, hating the look in his eyes as he looked at you. They got along, well in fact, but it was clear that the pair of you were attracted to each other. Just thinking about the walls of your bedroom back home with posters of the Harry Styles on them made him grit his teeth, hating the way that you laughed together. A kick to his leg made him switch his gaze to the side, though he wasn't confident on directing his view away from where you were snuggled up with the brunette. "Don't worry about it mate." Louis spoke, and now Luke too felt like he was fraternising with the enemy, though none of them had specifically done anything wrong.

He knew that you'd never cheat, and there was an age gap between you and Harry anyways; but he found himself preferring that you'd be a fangirl of him than a real life friend. That thought made him nervous, he believed you could do better than him and such a thing was currently under your own nose. "I'm not worrying." He replied, his tone deafeningly saying otherwise.

"Sure you're not." Sarcastically spoke the Brit from beside him. "But know that whilst she's sat over there with him, she is thinking of you. I was talking to her earlier, and she wouldn't shut up about how long the two of you had been together and how much she loves you and how excited she is to start this road to the rest of your lives together. Y/n is your girl, and she knows that." He patted him on the shoulder, standing from the dressing room couch, whistling to capture the attention of his friend. "Hey Harry, d'you wanna go play some ball?"

"Actually-" Louis rolled his eyes at Harry, clicking his tongue unamused at whatever excuse that the lead singer was about to come up with.

"Get your arse up, I need to talk to you about something." Louis emphasised his pronunciation so that Harry could tell that he was not joking around, and with a long sigh, Harry stood whilst bidding you goodbye. As soon as they left, you dived onto the sofa beside your boyfriend, laying your head on Luke's lap. You reached your finger up and tapped the tip of his nose.

"Hey." He spoke softly, realising that he couldn't hold anything against you even if he tried. His brooding face broke as he looked at your features, unaware of Liz looking through the gap that the retreating males had left in the doorway.

"Did I tell you with my phone call with my parents?" It was a full circle made by your words, and he shook his blond head, keen to hear what you had to say, even if you were going to do nothing more than actually complain.

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[steviemae]

alright y’all, it’s been a minute but i’m gonna make a slow comeback bc i miss writing sooo drop your requests! what do y’all wanna see from me? my fanbases have changed so i’m just gonna put a shit ton of tags lol i’ll work on requests this weekend! 💕

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[wowitsel]

5sos albums as the elements

earth: self titled

air: sgfg

fire: youngblood

water: calm

it just makes so much sense

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[heartbreakgrill]

Flirting in Walmart

a/n: definitely going to be writing some fetus 5sos, BUT, this video makes me feel some type of way 😌

description: being the opening act for 5sos is fun, but not when they wake you up at 12:30 to go into walmart. [PT 2]

“Pst, [Y/N].”

Someone rocked your shoulder, your body- a snoring lump- being knocked around in effect. You groaned at the movement, toes curling because your legs stretched.

“[Y/N], wake up,” the voice whispered again, warm, minty breath fanning across your face.

“What,” it came as a statement, the question mark lazily slung off from your short tone.

“Do you wanna come into Walmart with us?” Calum’s hand stayed on your shoulder, fingers pressing into your skin, exposed by the crooked t-shirt.

You shivered, brushing him off of you, “Why?”

Your eyes slowly opened, noticing the flicked on lights of the tour bus, the blackout curtain to your bunk hanging over Calum. His face was so close to yours, your heart skipped a beat.

“Ash and I want better blankets, Michael wants dog treats, and I know you said earlier that you wanted a heated blanket and lipgloss,” his eyes dipped back into his head when he listed your list from that day.

You were flattered he remembered your complaints from earlier in the day. And, even though your head was whining, your feet aching, and your joints moaning from each movement, you went to sit up.

Calum guarded your head with his left hand, afraid your sleepy state would hit it off the top bunk. “We’ll be outside. Take your time.”

You lazily pulled on the fuzzy sucks abandoned at the bottom of your bunk, feet colliding with your moccasins once you shuffled to the front area of the bus. Though your skin was covered in goosebumps, you stepped down from the bus in just your sweatpants and a t-shirt, no bra protecting you from the chill.

“Ready?” Michael cheerily remarked, Moose on a lease in front of him.

You nodded, falling in step with Ash and Calum towering on either side of you. “Can you take ‘em inside?”

Michael shrugged, “Its 12 AM; I dont think it matters.”

You managed a sleepy laugh, taking in a deep breath. As the chilly air filled your lungs, your teeth chattered haphazardly in your mouth.

“Why didn’t you grab a coat?” Ash laughed.

You shrugged, the lights of the store making your eyes squint as you came closer to the entrance. “Don’t know, I’m half asleep.”

Ash chuckled again before catching up with Michael, who called the older man up to him to look over the clearance just inside the entrance. Your arms collided with fuzzy material, the chill going slightly away.

“Oh, thank you,” you slipped your hands through Calum’s hoodie, allowing for your cold to go completely away.

“Welcome.” He stopped at an intersection of aisles, causing you to stop, too. “Wanna come with me?”

“Cosmetics is right here, lets go there first.”

You lead the way down the aisle, noticing Andy filming Michael and Ash at the entrance. Calum followed you down the makeup aisles, confused but intrigued by the products.

You squatted to look at the NYX lipgloss’ and Calum busied himself with an eyeshadow pallet.

“This would look really pretty on you,” he spoke, placing the pallet down in front of you.

You plucked a shimmery pink from the display rack and stood back to his level. “You, too.”

“You think?” He blushed: Your face didn’t have the energy to rush blood to your face, luckily.

“Yeah, Ive always thought you would look really hot on stage with eyeshadow,” you shrugged, eyes dancing over the pallet.

Calum’s eyebrows perked up, “Oh? Hot?”

“C’mon, you know I think youre hot.” You deadpanned directly into his eyes. “Blankets,” you walked away, Calum following like a lost puppy because of the compliment.

You stopped at the blanket aisle, feeling Calum pause just behind your shoulder, his chest nearly pressed up against you. You skimmed down the aisle, unsure of which heated blanket to buy until you saw the brand you had discusssed with your mom.

“You get one?” You turned to the older man, noticing he had strayed away as you were looking.

“Uh, yes, this fuzzy one would suit me.”

It was stitched with a giant Anna, Elsa, Olaf, Kristoff, and Sven.

You snorted, stuffing your empty hand into his pocket. “Still hot.”

Calum grinned down at you, backing out of the aisle as you walked towards him. “Did you wanna look at books, too?”

“Yeah, I did,” you gaped up at him, unaware he actually listened to you that much.

You finished the last book you brought on tour yesterday, discussed it with Sierra, and exchanged recommendations in the dressing room. He simply overheard you, hadn’t even been involved in the conversation.

It was your turn to look lost, following with wide eyes. Calum stepped into the aisle, beginning to gaze at different books. He plucked through a coloring book while you were reading the backs of some novels. You had two picked out when he got bored and leaned against the shelf in front of you. His arm was slung up on the top shelf, face nuzzled into his elbow, watching you with adoring eyes.

“May I help you?” You quipped, still looking at a book.

You met his eyes and he grinned, “Just admiring the view.”

You were more awake now and your body allowed the pink tint to criss cross to the tips of your ears. “Hm.”

After picking up three more books, you walked alongside one another to the next aisle. It was simply rolls of fabric, but Calum didn’t care. Or, apparently, didn’t notice.

“Well, these blankets are cheaper,” he mumbled to himself, but you still heard him.

“Cal, no-“

“I’m getting one of these instead.” He grabbed the roll of black fabric and walked away. He knocked down a roll of one designed with plaid, but didn’t seem to, again, notice.

You sighed, picking it up and putting it back. You turned to follow him again, facing both Calum and Andy, with a camera. You grinned, waving at the device.

“Wanna say something, [Y/N]?” He moved closer to you, focusing the lens on your face.

“Hi, mom!” You giggled, waving again. Your eyes flickered from the camera to Calum, who was staring at you again. He smiled shyly, but grinned when he noticed you were meeting his eyes.

You took a deep breath, clenched your jaw. The next few minutes were a blur as Ashton pointed out to Calum that the blankets were rolls of fabric. Then, checking out, trudging back to the bus, sitting yourself down on the couch. You took everything from the bags, removed the packaging and tossed the trash into the bag Ashton held out to you. You hooked up the heating blanket, and excitedly walked/ran/skipped/danced to your bunk.

You bent at the waist, leaning the top half of your body into the bunk in order to plug it in. You stood back up, clapping your hands together at the new addition to your life. You bent down again to put your books into the drawer beneath your bunk.

When you, again, stood up, you turned and your eyes collided with Calum, who was on the couch, halfway through unraveling his pack of socks, but paused because he was distracted. His eyes were focused on the middle of your body, the air where your ass had just been. You cleared your throat, hip popped out.

You crossed your arms, shuffling into the living area. Ashton muttered a goodnight to both of you, shutting the door separating the bunking area from where you were. The lights were dimmed, the only one on being a lamp on the table next to Calum.

He didn’t meet your eyes, busying himself with his socks as he rolled each pair into each other. You sat down across from him, on the other couch.

“What’re we doing?” You sighed, fingers fumbling with the loose sleeves of his hoodie.

“Hm?” No eye contact.

“Cal,” you sternly replied. He still wasn’t giving you his beautiful brown eyes, “Calum.”

There. He frowned, face red and eyebrows raised. “What?”

“What’re we doing?” You ran your hands down your thighs, clamminess seeping through your pores. “What?”

“i dont know,” he shrugged, scared of the consequences by saying he could fall in love with you.

“Dancing around each other. That’s what. But why? Youre so confusing. I compliment you, flirt with you. But, you just flirt back and walk away. Are you playing with me? You dont want to play with me. I’m a Taylor Swift, bitch, ill write a song about you- nah, actually, you could call me love, stare at my ass again, and I’ll write a motherfucking album, Calum. I genuinely, honestly, like you. I want to, like, be with you, Cal. If you want to, ya know? Like cuddle and shit and like, dance with you at the clubs like Sierra and Luke do. I dont know, I’m tired and hot and flustered because you were staring at my ass. I dont know what to do,” you let it all fall out, unaware of what you were saying until it out in the open. But, you couldn’t care less anymore. You needed to know his intentions before you fell in too deep.

Calum grinned into his lap, setting down his final pair of socks. He stood up, abandoning the clothing. He settled on his feet in front of you, out stretching his hand to you.

You glanced at the body part, eyes moving up his arm to his brown ones. “What?”

“There’s a club event tomorrow or some shit. I would dance with you right now, but my eyes are falling shut just standing here.” He shrugged, fingers wiggling in the air as he rose his brows again. “Let’s go.”

Your lips began to quirk up into a smile, legs pulling you from the couch. “Wh-“

“Cuddle,” he tugged you into him when you grabbed his hand. Calum lifted you in his arms, moving his hold to your waist. You squealed as he twisted you around, bridal style, while your fingers grabbed at his shoulders.

“Okay, but my bunk, my heating blankets all warm and ready.”

With a chuckle and a shake of his head- a kiss to your forehead- he shut the door with his foot.

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[calmsweetcreature]

Making Out (BLURB 4/4)

A/N: These are little preference type things where someone sends me a prompt or title and I do a little blurb for each guy💙 send me ideas my lovelies! And let me know what you think! 

Warnings: Mainly fluff, might be a lil’ something smutty here or there.

Luke

I feel like with Luke it would start with you both cuddling Petunia on a warm sunny afternoon. 

***

You had been lounging on the couch for most of the day, listening to chill music and enjoying each other’s company. Luke had been staring at his two girls for a long time now, watching you nuzzle your nose against the top of Piggy’s head and kiss her ears.

“I’m starting to feel neglected over here.” Luke’s voice comes out husky from lack of talking, the two of you enjoying the silence and peace of the lazy summer afternoon.

“Awh poor baby,” you tease, grinning cheekily at your boyfriend as you leave Petunia’s side to crawl across the couch to lay across Luke’s lap.

“Damn right,” He smiles sweetly at you, stroking his fingers across your cheek. You lean into his hand, sighing contently as you both stare into each others eyes. Your eyes sparkle with a bright and happy love in them as you lean up to peck your man on the lips.

Luke instantly deepens the movement of his lips on yours and his fingers slide through your hair to hold your head close. 

Without parting from the kiss you move to straddle his lap, your hands on his shoulders. You both want to be as physically close as you can get, with your bodies pressed up against each others. You both moan against each others mouths as your fingers tangle in his curls to give little tugs while his hands grip your neck and his thumbs rub over your jaw.

It wasn’t so much intense as it was needy, both of you playfully going between shorter pecks and long tongue rolling kisses as you wrapped yourself around each other.

You could feel that Luke was affected by your kisses and you couldn’t help the giggle that spills out of your lips, causing him to pull away and glare at you playfully.

“What are you laughing at there missy? I know it isn’t my amazing kissing skills.” You roll your eyes at his words and tug on his hair hairder making him laugh.

“Not at all bub, I just feel flattered that my superior kissing skills have affected you so much.” To prove your point you wiggle your hips causing Luke to gasp out loud.

“You’ve got me there love. What do ya say we move this to the bedroom?” He wiggles his eyebrows and gives you an exaggerated wink, causing you to laugh out loud and lean forward so your lips are to his ear.

“Sounds like a plan, but I think that it’s only fair if...” You dip your head lower to leave a long lick along the sensitive part of his neck causing Luke to shiver. “...Last one to the bedroom is a couch potato!” 

You jump off of Luke’s lap and run towards the bedroom, cackling loudly as you hear Luke’s footsteps behind you.

“Hey no fair!” His shout echoes through the halls as he chases after his girl.

Calum

Our loveable soft boi at his finest

***

You had been standing in the doorway for the best part of fifteen minutes, watching Cal’s face intently concentrating on his computer screen. He had been messing around with a new song idea and had recorded bits and pieces to mess around with. He’d listen to the same ten second clip about forty times and was ready to pull his hair out. He takes his headphones off and leaves them around his neck as he adjusts his cap. He rests his head back against the chair and groans softly, his eyes slipping shut.

You sigh softly, walking over to your man and placing your hands on his shoulders. He jumps slightly before relaxing into your gentle touch as you try to soothe his tense muscles.

“Don’t think I didn’t know you were watching me, creeper.” His words are a soft murmur and you gasp, spinning his chair around until he is facing you.

“If you knew then why didn’t you talk to me?” You fake hurt for a second before a smile fills your face and you sit softly in his lap. His arms go around your waist and his hands settle on your thighs, drawing a lazy pattern up and down your legs.

“I’m sorry doll, I was concentrating extra hard. Not that it helped, I’m still not sure what to do with it and my heads fucked.” His eyes look so tired that you can’t help but clutch his face in your hands, peppering kisses all over his cheeks and mouth.

“What do you say we order food in, I run you a hot bath while we wait for it and then we sit outside with a few beers and some music and relax? You can come back to this tomorrow with a fresh mind.” You press your forehead against his and place your hands on his shoulders again, rubbing the tension away.

“You’re too fucking good to me, but you got one thing wrong sweetness.” His words are low and heavy which makes your stomach tighten.

“What’s that?” Your words are hushed as you stare into his eyes, sure he can see the longing in yours.

“You’re going to run us a bath, if I’m going to relax I’m going to need my girl with me.” You smile at his words, nodding your head softly before Calum reaches a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. His plush lips move against yours softly and you sigh into the kiss. 

After a few seconds you both pull away and you can see a twinkle returning to the eyes of your thoughtful boy. 

“I love you doll.”

“Love you always my music man.”

Your lips meet again and you just enjoy being close, getting drunk on the taste of each other.

Ashton

I miss our cheerful man, so I couldn’t resist this scenario.

***

The music was blaring through the house as you stood at the kitchen counter, shimmying your hips and using the mixing spoon as your microphone, your cake mix starting to look as it should.

“Woah, we’re halfway there woah, livin’ on a prayer!” You spun around, your fuzzy socks sliding across the floor. 

“Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear!” Ashton’s voice makes you jump as his arms wrap around your waist as he spins you around.

“Woah, livin on a prayer, living on a prayer!” You both sing your hearts out, laughing as you fall to the floor in a heap. An egg drops from the counter, heading for the floor when Ashton’s quick reflexes stop it from hitting the ground.

“So I see you’re having a productive day,” Ash’s eyes are teasing but the big smile on his face is infectious and you grin back at him.

“I’m making a cake, half of it is in the oven and I’ve just finished the second half - it’s going to be amazing!” You say proudly.

“I can see that angel, just don’t burn the house down again yeah?” You gasp, hitting him on the chest as you climb on top of him.

“Take that back Irwin! That was one time and I’d hardly call it burning the house down... it was just a little smoke!” You can’t stop the blush rising to your cheeks as Ash laughs, sitting up on the kitchen floor. 

“That cake was delicious if I remember, charcoal was very on trend back then.” He smirks, planting a kiss on your nose as you growl softly at him in annoyance.

“Well let me get back to this one if you don’t want a repeat, I don’t need your distractions today mister!” You go to get up when one of his hands goes to your back to keep you in place.

“Not all distractions are bad ones.” He murmurs, his lips finding yours. You both battle for dominance but Ash eventually wins (duh) and he deepens the kiss, his tongue rolling against yours before he leans back to bite your bottom lip. You get lost in the kiss, your hand sliding under his tee to feel his chest when you hear and feel a crunch against the back of your head before a trail of slime falls down your hair. You pull away in shock.

“Oh. No. You fucking didn’t.” His grin tells all and you look down at his hand to see the remnants of a crushed raw egg in his hands. “You’re about to fucking get it Irwin.”

The two of you pause for a moment before you’re both scrambling to reach for anything and everything you can get your hands on, flinging flour and cake mixture at each other until you yet again slip and land with a crash on the floor, only this time you are both covered in food.

“Damn it Ashton! I have to start again!” You’re words are scolding but the grin on your face can’t be hidden as you stare down the love of your life.

He laughs, pushing cake mix covered hair out of your face and pulling you in for another long drawn out kiss. The oven timer goes off and he stands, switching off the oven to avoid another cake burning disaster.

“Now now my little cupcake. You know the best part about making cakes?” You shake your head, taking the hand he holds out to you and lifting yourself off of the floor. He picks you up by your hips and wraps your legs around his waist, carrying you carefully through the house. “Washing it off each others bodies.”

Michael

Our gamer lad, seemed fitting

***

You had been led in bed for over an hour waiting for Mikey to finish his game. You weren’t annoyed at him by any means but you were beginning to feel neglected and in all honesty, needy.

You come up with a master plan and start walking towards his office, shedding your sweatpants leaving you only in Michael’s hoodie, your undies and the knee high socks you know drive him crazy. You can hear him talking on his headset and you chuckle under your breath as you swing the door open slightly. He looks extra cute today in his stripey sweater and glasses, a beanie sat on his messy hair.

He pauses the game at the sound of the door opening and turns to look at you, choking on his breath when he sees what your wearing.

He lifts the mic away from his mouth, swearing under his breath.

“Uh hey baby, you okay?” He asks, his eyes on your legs as you walk over to him.

“I’m feeling needy M, can I sit with you while you play?” You don’t wait for his answer before you straddle his lap, your legs folded next to his as you bury your face in his neck.

“Of course baby, you don’t need to ask. Are you sure you’re okay?” He strokes your back softly, feeling you nod your head against his neck.

He pecks your shoulder softly before repositioning his headset and continuing his game. You sit quietly for the next ten to fifteen minutes while he plays, nestling against his chest and feeling him shake with laughter or rumble when something goes wrong.

As he really settles into the gameplay you start littering tiny kisses against his neck. You feel him tense slightly before resuming the game, every chance he gets he rubs his hand across your back. You start deepening the kisses, pecking over the stubble and occasionally finding a spot to suck on softly. You feel him lip the mic once again.

“Baby, what are you doing?” He tenses, although he tilts his head slightly to the side so that you can reach more of his neck and you know that your plan is working. 

You lick where his neck and shoulder meet and you feel him shiver which lets you know to initiate the next part of the plan.

You start to circle your hips over his crotch softly and a little moan leaves his lips.

“You’re playing a dangerous game sweetheart.” He murmurs. You giggle softly against his neck and he sighs, gritting his teeth and sucking in a breath as you grind particularly hard down onto the growing bulge in his pants. He quits the game, ripping off his headset and throwing it onto the couch behind him.

He grips your jaw in his hand and roughly pulls your face to his, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“So when you said you were needy...” His words trail off as he notices the desire in your eyes, your hips fully rocking against him. 

He uses his thumb on your bottom lip to open your mouth wide, slanting his face and leaning in so that he can crash his lips hard against yours. You give in to him straight away, kissing him as hard as you can. Your tongues wrestle back and forth and its a filthy kiss with so much need involved that it sets your bodies on fire.

It’s a few minutes before you’re both pulling away and panting hard, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you want to go back to bed or shall we just stay here?” His words are hushed but he hears your whine and knows exactly what you need. “I got you baby.” His fingers curl your hair around his fist and he moves your head so his lips can attach to your neck as other hand trails softly under the hoodie your wearing. Let’s just say he knows exactly what buttons to press, your gamer guy.

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[ashwaifu]

daddy kink with ash OMG

this rlly is what happens when you let an ashton girl off the leash

i’m NOT the first person to talk about this but FUCKED IF I’M NOT STILL GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT so strap in kids i have some THOUGHTS THAT NEED TO BE PUT OUT THERE IN THE ETHER!

okay so i’ve seen some fics/headcanons/blurbs in my past life that paint this particular fixation as kind of like an “out of nowhere” thing where it’s never communicated until the MOMENT it’s said during sex and i don’t like that. i feel like it would all start the way it rlly did in the fandom, with a little joke. like it’d start with you guys all joking along with the memes and shit and maybe even at first it doesn’t even do anything for ashton but after a little while, he starts thinking about the way it sounds when you say it. 

maybe it’s just become second nature for you, too. like when we all dabbed ironically and then we couldn’t stop. like after the initial joke or moment passed, you’d throw it into random conversations or moments just to see his shoulders tense, like moments when you’re all hanging with the boys and everyone’s roasting ash and it’s a cacophony of “BE NICE TO DADDY” and the likes, or “daddy’s such a good sport” mixed with laughter. 

after that it’s just kind of impossible to stop and you find yourself just saying it. “daddy can you reach this for me” and “you eaten yet today daddy” and “daddy what do you think” and it really is harmless at first. at first. then you start noticing the way he starts to respond to it. a raised eyebrow here and a half grin there, a clenched jaw one moment and then a sharp inhale the next. and he notices that you notice, and one day, when you’ve accidentally said it just a tad too much for him to handle it, he finally breaks down and broaches the subject with you.

he confesses that he’s beginning to really like it when you say it, the way it sounds in your voice only. the thought excites you, and though you know how to use it to your advantage now, you promise to be more careful when you say it. communication is key with ashton; because of this, the first time you say it in bed he’s trying to make sure that you’re completely comfortable and every other reassurance under the sun. well, at least as best as he can when he’s seeing stars just from hearing you call him “daddy” while he’s going down on you.

before long, once the communication has all happened and the “””introductory period””” has run its course, you’re both far more comfortable with it, and ashton’s natural dominance easily kicks in when you guys are in it. he knows when to bring it around, too. if you’ve been giving him attitude all day or otherwise misbehaving, the moment he can get you alone, he’s telling you to lay across his lap so he can spank you a few times (and god yes he makes you count each and every one and thank him for it). when you’re good for him, when you say please & thank you and listen to all his instructions, he takes care of you. he covers your body in adoring kisses, goes down on you for ages just to make you feel good, and gives you everything you want for being good. it’s not just about the punishment, it’s about the rewards too. the trust that you guys have with one another when it comes to what you want and what you don’t want and your ability to communicate it, pet names, safe words, and all, is what makes it work.

and of course, it’s also what makes the sex fucking MIND BLOWING

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[squishycalumxo]

Ravenclaw!Calum:

The twins friendship with Cal would include

Please read at least the “dating Ravenclaw!Calum would include

Let's talk about the twins friendship with Calum

They did kinda set you up with him

But when they heard you guys were official they went full big brother mode

They aren't actually your brothers but they might as well be

They aren't even that much older

They are really like 3 months older than you

But they went up to him in the great hall during lunch and were like

“Hey, Calum may we have a word with you?”

Calum looks scared and then looks at you. You kinda shrug cuz they've never done this before

When they finally get him alone they're like

“Well we heard that you and Y/N were a thing.”-Fred

“So we just wanted you to know.”- George

“That if you hurt her well fucking kill you.”- both

They definitely laugh after but they are kinda serious

They wouldn't kill him but they would hex the hell out of him or at the very least make him on the receiving end of one of their pranks

But obviously, they warm up to him and they love him

He's closer to George than Fred and you're closer to Fred than George but that's not important

You bring him home to the burrow for Christmas

Molly instantly loves him.

He's a muggleborn so Arthur has all sorts of questions for him.

“How do toasters work?”

“Um you put the bread in and it heats up and toasts the bread. I don't know how to describe it”

Molly knits you and him matching sweaters.

You go from stealing Fred's to stealing his

Fred gets borderline offended

“Hey Y/N here's my… oh you have his on already.

”Sorry Freddy i thought you'd be happy that i stopped stealing your sweaters…”

He'd lowkey sulk off cuz you were supposed to steal his sweaters

He has to sleep in the twins room and you have to sleep in Ginny's room

But you always sneak into the twins room after molly and Arthur went to sleep.

Ginny would always cover for you

Sometimes you and Ginny would have some sick ass sleepovers though

Like you'd paint each other's nails and talk about boys.

Eventually, Calum starts pulling pranks with you and the twins

Trying to study with Cal and the twins always turned out to be a trainwreck

Fred cannot focus for more than 20 minutes

He starts throwing paper airplanes at you

You tell him to fuck off and the librarian gets really pissed at you and kicks you out

You're making out with Cal in a broom closet and the twins use the map to find you guys

They once find you they make fun of you guys for weeks

They find you guys having sex once and they nearly puke

They will never look at you the same

You guys all being best friends and its great

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[cloudybarnes]

Michael Clifford on Tiktok doing the SLSP dance in honor of his birthday lol

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[anotheryoutubefanpage]

If you’re a 5sos blog, reblog this and I’ll follow you!! The fandom is so alive because of the new album and I would love more 5sos blogs and even better if you write fan fiction!! I would love to make new friends!!

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[laperrasanta]

I’ll Give You The Best Years - C.H.

Requested: @butnotinthesameway - you have been close with the band but you and calum are really close and you both like each other and after the boys are done recording best years they all invite their girlfriends to listen to it and they invite you because they know that calum’s contributions to the song are about you and while you listen to it he’s just looking at you and omg i love that man

If you babes have any requests, come send them my way 💋

• • • • • •

You have been close with the boys after Crystal introduced them to you. You instantly became best friends with them. You’ve been through the ups and downs throughout their lives. You’ve seen how they’ve grown up to be the men they are today. Out of all the boys, you and Calum have always been the closest to each other. You’re so close to him that people have confused you guys for being a couple (which you both didn’t mind). The both of you had secretly been hiding the feelings towards one and the other. Calum wanted to wait for the right moment. You were always nervous and tried to push the feelings away, afraid it’ll ruin your friendship with him, but the feelings would only grow stronger whenever you look at him.

“I’m going to text Sierra and tell her to bring the girls over.” The voice of Luke spoke while he picked up his phone and started texting Sierra. Calum only thought it was going to be just their girlfriends, but little did he know Luke sneakily told Sierra to bring you along. The boys knew Calum’s feelings towards you, it was so obvious; but they were happy Calum had feelings for their best friend. They knew you would never doing anything to hurt Calum and vice versa.

Calum sat on the couch with a relieving sigh. He’s glad how the song turned out. He took his feelings and turned them into a beautiful song that touched his heart. He was feeling proud in that moment, as if he could call you up right now and tell you every bit and little piece he admires about you. You were always Calum’s inspiration when it came to music and he loved it.

“Hey Y/N!” Your name snapped Calum out of his own thoughts. He was surprised to see you here. He only thought it was going to be just Sierra, Crystal, and KayKay. He didn’t mind one bit that you tagged along, but his heart started racing and his feelings wanted to burst out when you came through the door. “Hi, Cal.” You said. He smiled and greeted you back bringing you in a tight loving hug. He breathed in your scent and it calmed down his nervousness. You both broke the hug and sat next to him. “I’m glad you’re here.” Calum whispered wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Me too. I missed you a lot.” You whispered back, hugging his side.

He couldn’t help but smile. He will forever be thankful that Crystal introduced you to him and the boys.

“So, what did you wanted us to hear?” Sierra asked as she sat on Luke’s lap. “I wanted you girls to listen to this song we just finished. It’s called Best Years.” Luke finished, making sure he has each girls attention to listen.

As the beginning of the song approached, you fixed up your posture and focused on the song that was playing.

You’ve got a million reasons to hesitate

But darling, the future is better than yesterday

Calum watched your every move. He was fascinated by you putting all your attention into the song that meant a lot to him. Even though the song was meant for the girls, he felt extra special because he dedicated this song to you. His contributions to the song was because of you.

I’ll give you the best years

I’ll give you the best years

Past love burned out like a cigarette

I promise, darling, you won’t regret

The best years

As the song was coming to an end, you kept repeating the lyrics in your head. You felt like the song was speaking to you. You turned to look at Calum only to catch him looking at you already. He didn’t care that you caught him. He felt it. He felt like this is the best moment. His moment to start something he’ll forever cherish. Everybody else was a blur as you both kept staring into each other’s eyes. Calum was ready. He was ready to start a future. He was ready to hold your hand while the two of you continue growing up. Calum was ready for you.

Calum took your hand and came closer to your ear. “I’ll give you the best years, Y/N.” He whispered while his thumb was rubbing your hand. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. Everybody else was watching in awe and excitement as they knew the feelings the both of you had for each other.

You pulled back and caressed his face with your right hand. “Show me those best years.” You said feeling relieved for not hiding your feelings any longer. You felt as if this was the right moment as well.

Calum wrapped his hand behind your neck and pulled you into a kiss. It was slow and passionate and he made sure to put a lot of love into it. You felt like your heart was going to explode due to excitement. You kissed back showing the equal amount of love he was giving. Calum felt that this was now his proudest moment. He was able to call you his now. He was able to show you off whenever he wanted. He was able to spend more time with you and not letting anyone get in the way with it.

As the both of you pulled away, everyone in the room cheered. You hid your face in his chest and he chuckled wrapping his arms around you. “I think we should play the song again.” Michael said, proud that his best friends are happy with each other.

As the song started to play again, you just laid against him. Wrapped up against each other. As the chorus came he kept looking at you. Not being able to take his eyes off you. He wanted to admire his future. And that was you.

He wanted to make sure the next years are the best years for the both of you.

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