#badboy luke

[edge-oftheworld]

thinking about the decision to include better man on youngblood when it is undoubtedly the song that doesn't fit the theme of dissatisfaction and loss that all the other songs even and especially the bonus bonus tracks have. then to slap it right there in the middle, right where we're going to see it and listen to it--but in some ways it fits the theme perfectly. 'find me at a quarter to three, cigarette in my hand. i'd be at every party, i'd never miss a chance' being young. early 20s party culture, it's such an early 20s party album, hiding the pain and everything else going on behind fair weather friends and drinks and massive bops the album is absolutely packed with--when you look deeper, it's the only way to survive sometimes. it's if 'feeling 22' was a whole album. better man is if what if the person you're feeling 22 with ends up being a forever person? it's the other side of talk fast where you're hoping this will last but you don't expect it to--you don't know what's happening then you realise you've changed for the better. it's open eyes right at 23. it's a 'good girl saves bad boy' dream song stereotypical story it tells, but then you look deeper and it's just about being known. the highest high of them all, and you've tried every substance. it's about hope for everyone trying to numb their pain in the early 20s party scene that they're almost outgrowing--there is hope for you! simple solace in just being known and loved and you knew that all along didn't you? you'd just given up on it. and so i'm really glad better man was included on youngblood.

#better man #youngblood #truly not a song i'd ever given that much thought to #especially the way i heard it at 17 and was like 'hm badboy image' #anyway we see its themes all through everything now #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #calum hood

[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

The audacity this man has

#he likes to torture us!! #the man bun!!! he looks so hot😩 #that’s a man bun right…? #also he looks kinda mean #def giving badboy!luke energy #or like gang!luke or sth #luke hemmings #lh #lip-rings-and-quiffs #5sos #five seconds of summer #lrh #luke 5sos #lukey #luke pics #luke 5 seconds of summer #luke robert hemmings #luke imagine #luke as a boyfriend

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

hii!

there’s a lashton fic on wattpad that i lost, i remember literally everything about it but the title and author

luke and ashton are ‘bad boys’ and luke sells drugs. he constantly asks ashton to date him and flirts but ashton refuses. there’s a lot of gang stuff involved and luke moves in with liam and zayn. michael and calum hook up and michael always calls cal his queenie. Ashton moves away for a while with harry and louis then comes back to get luke out of a gang. Its split into 3 parts but all in one book and it has over 60 chapters.

i hope this is specific enough to help find it, no worries if you can’t, thank you for helping.

Hi anon! I found this fic, and although it has over 60 chapters and a lot of it matches up, I'm unsure if it's split into three parts,

so you'll have to let me know if this is incorrect or not:

(F)lawless (wattpad) - high_priest

Summary: Where Luke's fairly certain he can get bad boy Ashton Irwin to date him, and he's willing to go to great lengths for it.

- Tori

#Anonymous #answered #found #wattpad #completedchaptered #au #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #lashton #1d #badboy #badboy!ashton #badboy!luke #drama #depression #suicidal tw

[laffeetaffeegg]

Tim in Coppers (1988) has massive Luke energy.

#SoulState #Comfort Character #Redhead #Badboy #Coppers #Coppers 1988 #Tim Roth #My anxiety has been through the roof #And when I have high anxiety #expect more Luke

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Spoils of War: 2. The Great Division

Aemond Targaryen x F!Targaryen!Reader

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Synopsis: Every action has a reaction. The Reader sees a less than desirable side to Aemond. She gets some (manipulative) council. The wheels fall off the proverbial wagon.

Word Count: ~4,072

Warning: 18+. Targaryen uncle/niece incest (lite, nothing truly weird other than they are both Targaryens), heavy angst, blood, injury, manipulation.

AN: Thank you all so much for the positive feedback regarding the first chapter! From this chapter onward, the wheels are falling off this badboy! We're getting stranded in miseryville! It's alllllllll downhill.

**This series is inspired by Muse's Absolution album. Give it a listen!**

Likes, reblogs, and comments are highly appreciated.

You wished you weren’t right sometimes -like you were at this very moment. The tension had only seemed to rise as toasts were said around the table. Up until this point, your brothers had kept to their word of being on their best behavior. They ignored their uncles for the most part, even as those uncles tried to jab at them with vicious and salacious words. You were proud of them for holding their tongues as you knew neither would’ve done it had they not sworn to it. Alas, there was only so much jabbing one could take when it wasn’t intentionally made in jest but out of maliciousness. 

As each offspring stood to say their piece, every person around the table waited on bated breath at the next words to tumble out in prettily-laced spite. Your foot shook nervously under the table as Jace stood along with Aemond. Jace spoke first, still keeping to his word he gave you. It was also for your mother's sake too, you were sure. He was dignified as he extended multiple branches to the family at the other end of the table. Your mother looked proud. Your eyes met Aemond’s over the cacophony of candles and food, and you pleaded with him silently to not speak. Please, you begged in your mind, do not make this worse. 

As Jace finished his toast, your family’s side of the table raised their glasses along with the Queen. Your eyes remained locked on Aemond’s until he merely sat back into his chair without a word.

Daemon, ever observant, looked between his nephew and yourself when he felt your shaking foot stop. You closed your eyes as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. When you opened them, your father was staring at you with a brow raised. The look held the promise of a later conversation, but for now, he’d leave it be. 

The King demanded music to cut the tension and Jace, once again, extended his friendliness to the other half of the royal family by offering to dance with Helaena -who agreed wholeheartedly. The King himself did not last much longer and was carted off to rest almost as soon as the music started.

You signaled the cupbearer to refill your wine with a twitch of your hand. As she refilled it, you lost count of how many you had at that point, but you were only just beginning to feel the effects of the sweet wine through the stress.

The night seemed to be leveling itself out, and you had thought that maybe the worst was over. The climax had happened and you -as well as the rest of your family- had gotten through it unscathed. A scoff and giggle to your left from Luke caught your attention. Your eyes followed what caught his eye, and yours widened.

A roasted pig had been laid before Aemond and your previous mention of the Pink Dread made you wince externally. You immediately pinched Luke’s leg from under the table to stop him before he escalated anything. 

“Do not,” You warned through tight lips. Sparing a look at Aemond, he seemed to let it go once you had reprimanded the boy, but when Luke ignored you entirely and giggled once more knowing he had Aemond's attention. He did not count on his uncle doing anything about it.

Aemond slammed his fist onto the table and stood. You jumped in your chair with the sudden noise. The music stopped immediately and silence overtook the hall. You held your breath, eyes shifting between Aemond and your brother. 

Dread encompassed your entire body as your false sense of security melted away. It felt as if your blood had been drained from you as you heard the words of Aemond's final tribute flow so freely from his lips.

You were left out of his quips about Strong heritage, for obvious Targaryen featured reasons, but the words still hurt you to your core. You looked over to your father who watched along with that look once more. He was entertained by this nonsense as he drank his wine. The Queen tried to silence her son, but he kept speaking under the guise of just how proud he was of his family, just to rile your brothers up into a frenzy. It was like blood in the water of a shark infested lagoon.

The sheer degradation that fell from Aemond's lips stunned you.

Jace left Helaena on the dance floor and took purposeful strides back to the table, ever vigilant in defending your mother’s virtue regardless of the true validity of Aemond’s words. Seeing this as a challenge met, Aemond moved towards Jace. Luke stood as well to jump in, but Aegon immediately shoved his face into a plate of food on the table to humiliate and subdue him. 

Your body did not feel as if it was your own when you stood, much to the surprise of your father. He did not move to stop you, though your mother had shouted to not get involved and tried to reach over Daemon to grab you. Just as you did when you were a child, you slithered out of her grasp before she could catch you.

Baela and Rhaena were against the back wall, Baela holding Rhaena from intervening in the pair you had your sights on.

You tried to pull Aegon from Luke to get between them. Food and drink flew from the table. Cutlery and plates clashed to the floor in the struggle. In the flailing of three sets of arms, you nearly had Aegon off of your brother when Aegon's elbow pulled back sharply and hit you square in the face. White hot pain flashed over your eyes as you dropped to the floor within a second, blood gushing from your nose and mouth in a torrent of red. 

Baela screamed from behind you at the sight and Aegon looked down to where you fell in shock. Luke took that moment as an opportunity to push the Prince off of him and before he could get his own hit in for maiming his sister, a King’s Guard grabbed his raised arm and pulled him away. Jace, after hearing the scream of his betrothed, abandoned Aemond to charge after the eldest Prince, but was held back by a guard as well. 

Rhaena and Baela both dropped to you after pulling cloths free of the table to hold to your face as Aegon scurried back to his family’s side of the room. Every face turned to where you lay sprawled on the floor, yet no one else moved a muscle. Aemond, himself, was horrified but his mind could not will his body to run to you. Not when all of the eyes of the room shifted from you to himself and Aegon.   

You did not catch the horrified look from the Queen as she bore witness to the chaos, but when she saw you go down, she could do nothing but watch on in terror, not daring to think of what the outcome of this would be for your fractured families. 

Guards continued their hold of your flailing brothers and your mother did not know which child to turn to in order to see you all to safety. 

Your choking and sputtering was the only sound in the room, other than the grunts your brothers gave as they tried to break free. Blood poured steadily down your throat, the taste of it turning your stomach something fierce. Your vision did not clear for a few moments, your brain absolutely stunned by the hit. 

Your mother held her rounded stomach in stress as she looked down at you splayed on the floor -spitting out your own blood, horrified and absolutely helpless to do anything. You did not know what had been exchanged between the men as the table blocked your view, but when your father kneeled down beside you his face held deep regret.

Daemon pulled you to your feet gently without a word and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to lead you to Jace. The guards let both of your brothers free at his nod, your father giving the boys a silent warning to not act out any further. It did not stop them from glaring daggers across the room to their uncles. 

Jace wrapped your arm around his waist and held the bloody cloth to your face as he escorted you from the hall. Your blurry eyes caught Aemond in a silent stand off with your father before the scene cut from your vision as you rounded a corner. 

Luke, Baela, and Rhaena followed silently behind.

Your head felt like it was being crushed under a dragon’s foot as you rode through King’s Landing via horseback with your family to prepare for your departure. Your riding clothes felt uncomfortable, rubbing every which way the wrong way. They were no different than they normally were, but you were in pain and you were irritable.

The mood was smothering, just as your head felt. Your nose was definitely broken, as confirmed by the Grandmaester the previous night. He straightened it as much as he could through your screams and tears of pain, and packed your nostrils with cotton to stem the bleeding. Deep butterfly winged bruising cascaded from cheek to cheek and pain radiated from the top of your head to the soles of your feet. 

“Are you sure you are well enough to ride?” Your mother asked as her carriage stopped in front of the Dragon Pits. The sights, smells, and sounds of King’s Landing were starting to get to you, shrinking your patience and growing your irritability even further.

“Yes, mother.” Your voice was tight. You tried not to let it slip, but you felt like an injured animal, ready to bite the next hand that came upon you. “I need to get back to Dragonstone as quickly as possible. I will surely throw myself overboard if I have to stay on a ship for the next two weeks with this injury.” She merely looked at you for a solid moment, then nodded with a sad smile from the open window of the carriage where she and little Joffrey were sitting inside. He waved from beside her and you waved back, promising to see him soon. 

You dismounted your horse as your party came to a full stop at the steps of the Dragon Pits and hauled your bag over your shoulders. Your father called your name from atop his own steed as you began your ascent up the steps. Turning, you looked to him.

“Do not forget what I told you.” His voice held seriousness to it. “I do this to prolong your life, not ruin it. Please remember that.” A moment passed before you nodded without a word and turned to continue your journey to Maestron.

"It seems you've been up to something..." Daemon started from his seat in front of the fireplace of his solar as you entered. The door wasn't even closed completely before he spoke. "And what I've seen since your arrival to the Red Keep has only confirmed it." You did not open your mouth, merely looked at him carefully. He let you bathe in the uncomfortable silence before he let you in on his knowledge.

“The match will not work,” Your father stated plainly. That knowing grin was planted firmly on his lips, but the look in his eyes told you that this would not be a pleasant conversation.

“The match?” You played dumb, voice nasally from the fresh cotton packed into your nostrils. It would not work, you knew this, but this conversation had already started off on the wrong foot. Your father sighed.

“I know you’ve been conspiring with my nephew. I am not blind to the letters and your secret meetings. I know everything that goes on under my own roof. Seeing it in the gardens yesterday only confirmed my suspicions entirely.” You were stunned. Of course he watched your every move. He was a master schemer, after all. You should've known better. “I am telling you now that this will not work.”

“And why shouldn’t it?” You challenged naively. Surely you had to fight for this? You were still mildly drowsy from the minuscule amount of milk of the poppy that the Grandmaester had given you for comfort, so your thoughts of what had transpired just previously were not entirely clear. “It had the potential to work up until this very moment!” He stood from his seat and stood before you, looking down on you as if you were still a child pulling at his coat for attention. Your father cupped your bruised cheeks carefully in his calloused and scarred hands -just as you had with Luke- and kept his eyes firmly to yours as he spoke with finality.

“You know just as well as I do that when the King dies -and it will be soon-, the seven hells will break loose upon this Kingdom. Rhaenyra will be crowned Queen, but she will not go unchallenged. The Lady Hightower and her father will do all they can to put the little cunt Aegon under a Usurper’s crown. I know this to be true. If they have you, then they have leverage. Your mother would kneel if it meant keeping you safe, do you understand me? Is this a position you would put her in? Put us in? You would be his hostage, not his wife. You, as my daughter -as my flesh- deserve more than that.” His words were sincere, and you admittedly had been shortsighted with the whole affair regarding Aemond. 

“He would not hold me hostage. He cares for me, I know he does! You don’t know him like I do, father.” You felt foolish for even arguing, but your heart ached terribly at the reality before you. A tear slid free down your cheek. Daemon’s thumb caught it before it could descend completely. 

“I know he puts duty to his mother above all else. There is nothing, and no one, that would come between that. Not even you, dōna hāedar. You saw how he lashed at your brothers, how quick he was to strike when given the opportunity. You think he would not turn that to you eventually?” He did not expect an answer, but he let you think on it. “Do not let fickle matters of the heart cloud your judgment. You are smarter than this. You are fiercer than this. You were born of my flesh, and that entitles you to greatness. He will only bring pain and misery. I need you to trust me with this.” Closing your eyes, you nodded. Like with most things…your father was right. Matters of the heart were fickle and when it came down to it, you would not turn your back to your family.

Your bag felt heavier and heavier with each step into the Great Dragon Hall than it did when you arrived. The vast domed ceilings were always a sight to behold every time you walked through. You began your descent down into the pits through a torch-lit staircase that took you down, down, down, and even deeper still until the staircase opened to the room that housed a shrine of Balerion the Black Dread’s massive skull surrounded by hundreds of burning candles. 

Placing your heavy bag onto the ground for a moment’s rest gave your body much needed relief. 

“Not even you” rang in your mind. Your chest tightened and you bowed your head, begging the long passed dragon to give you strength. 

“My Lady, I was hoping to see you before you departed.” Aemond spoke softly behind you as he materialized from the shadows. “I cannot apologize enough for what transpired last night.”

“You’re right…you cannot.” You turned to let him see you. Aemond’s whole face dropped as he took in your battered face. The bruising and swelling only got worse overnight. A vessel had broken in your left eye, staining the white of it a rich vermillion. He rushed to you, closing the space between you and as Aemond reached his hand to touch you, you took a step out of his reach. His brows furrowed, not understanding your movement. You shook your head, lip quivering with pent up emotion. “I do not know you, it seems.” Aemond’s jaw dropped ever so slightly.

“I do not understand. Of course you know me, just as I know you.”

“If you knew me as you say you do, you would’ve taken one look into my pleading eyes last night and stopped dead in your tracks before the night could’ve erupted the way it did.” You spat. “You and your brother were antagonistic, vicious, and cruel. There was no reason for it-”

“-No reason for it?” His jaw dropped even further.

“No reason for it!” You doubled down, voice echoing in the room. “I know you hold no love for my brothers, Luke least of all. They were on their best behavior. They swore to me that they would be and they were.” Aemond scoffed, laughing humorlessly. His body turned away from you to pace.

“Then you are blind.” He stopped with his words, looking at you once more. 

“No,” You shook your head. “I do not fault you in your disdain for Luke. I’ve told him as much. Jace has done nothing to you that you haven’t done to him! Time after time after time he turned the other cheek to you and your brother last night. Had I heard the way Aegon spoke of Baela, he would've left in worse condition than I." Jace had spoken to you when he delivered you to your parents' solar after the fight. You could not believe your ears. "Both you and Aegon were grown men reduced down to children. Joffrey, whose name you also dragged through the mud, would never act in such a way at his age. The things Jace let you get away with saying before he stood up is generous. How many times must you strike a dragon before it strikes back?” 

“He is no dragon, my dear.” His grin was cruel as he shook his head. “Or do you have the same delusions as my half-sister?” What you saw of Aemond last night was no illusion, that much was clear. Cruelty truly did nestle itself into him, grasping firmly onto his heart with its poisoned tendrils. You set your face firm as you spoke sternly. Your father’s words continued to ring in your mind.

“Jace is a dragon! Just as Luke is! Just as I am! As is Joffrey. My brothers may not look as I do, but they are of my mother and they have Targaryen fire in their veins all the same.” The pain in your head only got worse as the conversation went on.

“So you too will turn a blind eye to them?” Their legitimacy, is what he meant.

“They know who they are, Aemond.” Your voice held anger. “You need not remind them at every turn as if it is a new discovery!” Aemond looked disappointed with you. He bit his lower lip and took a deep breath to calm himself.

“My heart belongs to you," He breathed. "but my kindness will never extend to them.” 

“Then let your indifference! I beg of you! I will not do this any longer, Aemond! My heart cannot take it.”

“And what of mine?” His voice was laced with frustration. “Or is it only your brothers that you hold so dearly?” And bitterness, it would seem. For once, he had begged without saying it, choose me.

“Up until this point I have only shown you kindness and affection. I bent over backwards to assure that last night did not turn out the way it did because I know how they can behave. I’m not blind to it, but it was you and Aegon who could not help yourselves. Never did I think it was you that I would need to worry about.” Heartbreak was clear in your eyes as tears laced your voice, and it killed Aemond to not only see it, but hear it in your words. You continued:

“I shall never again feel the way I felt at that table, Aemond. I should never have to feel that anxiety -that dread and misery- in your presence, something that I craved and welcomed wholeheartedly just hours before.” You shook your head, letting your tears fall. “You did not care, Aemond. As I bled on the floor because of your brother's recklessness, you did not care. All that mattered was making sure my brothers were nestled squarely under your boot at every turn and I will not stand idly by while that continues to happen.” Aemond had been reprimanded his whole life by his mother, his father, his grandsire. The list went on and on. None of them, however, hurt the way this did.  

“The man I witnessed last night was not the Aemond who spirited me away in the fields of Rosby in the cover of night. He was not the Aemond in your letters. He was not the Aemond who greeted my arrival not two days ago. He was not the Aemond who has caressed me and given his affections so wholly to me." You panted as you caught your breath. "Have I slighted you?" You pointed to yourself. "Wronged you in any way that would warrant your cruel treatment? Every lash you extend to them hits me just as hard and it absolutely shatters my heart, Aemond.”

“You are not them and you refuse to see it!" His voice raised. "By coddling those boys, you give them no consequences! Consequences they’ve never faced in their lives! Constantly they are shielded regardless of what they do, while I deal with the brunt of the punishment just as I am now! So yes, you have slighted me!” His voice, normally stoic and contained, held raw emotion as he fought back. Laughing humorlessly through your tears, you replied:

“To you I coddle them! To them I coddle you! It seems I cannot win.” Aemond could see the defeat in your eyes, the sagging of your shoulders, as clear as day. The air hung heavy between you as silent tears continued to fall. 

“If we were to marry,” Aemond started once he got himself together. “would you still run to their side with every call?” You didn’t want to answer, so instead you deflected. 

“You still believe there is a chance that we could marry?” You asked rhetorically, brows furrowed. “Has your mother given her approval as a final means to bring the family together?” You laughed cruelly, knowing that was the only reason she would agree -if she even agreed to begin with.

“Do not deflect.” He spoke through gritted teeth, seeing right through you.

“They are my brothers, Aemond!” You shouted, making Aemond flinch just the slightest bit. “My flesh and blood! I know it hurts you to hear it, but I will not turn my back on them! I will not choose between my brothers and the man that I love.” Your voice was stern, eyes pleading. “The man that I love would not make me choose.” Shaking your head once more, you wiped the tears from your face gently. “This will not work, Aemond.” You shuttered as you spoke. Aemond felt a painful twitch behind his sapphire as he remembered his mother’s words from the night before. 

Alicent stared at Aemond as if he had grown a second head from his shoulders, stunned by his words. The stress of the catastrophic dinner, in no short part due to the man standing before her, still weighed heavily upon her shoulders. Her frown seemed to pull her face down even further. 

“You think Rhaenyra, much less Daemon, would willingly hand their only daughter over to you on a silver platter after what transpired tonight? Has your mind left you completely?” Aemond had the wherewithal to look down in shame. “They would never do it, and I do not blame them for it.” Aemond schooled his features, as he taught himself to do long ago, and straightened his back as he looked to his mother. 

“It would bring the families together, just as father wants.” Rarely did Aemond try to please his ailing father. Not anymore, anyways, but he was grasping for anything that would stick. “Rhaenyra would do it if he commanded it, you know this. As his final request to her, she would fulfill it.” He reasoned, “Father wants peace between the families and this is the way to do it.”

“My sweet son,” Alicent held his shoulders as she shook her head, tears lining her eyes. “I fear the division has been cleaved too great. This will not work.”

“I beg you to reconsider,” Aemond approached you slowly. When you did not move out of his reach, he caressed just behind your ear with the gentlest of touches. “There are no excuses for my behavior, past or present, and I take full responsibility for everything that transpired last night. For this,” His thumb ghosted over the bruised apple of your cheek. “There is nothing I could do to warrant your forgiveness for this.” Your hands came up to rest on his strong forearms, the muscles tensing beneath your fingertips. 

“I know he puts duty to his mother above all else. There is nothing, and no one, that would come between that. Not even you, dōna hāedar. You saw how he lashed at your brothers, how quick he was to strike when given opportunity. You think he would not turn that to you?” You heard your father’s voice and you made your decision. You removed Aemond’s hands and held them between you. You squeezed them as you spoke.

“To fight the inevitable is foolish. This is something neither of us will compromise on, Aemond.” You began, voice devoid of emotion. “You’ve always held duty in the highest regard, and I do not fault you for that as I too have a duty of my own that I must adhere to.” It hurt you to look at Aemond, but you owed him your sincerity at the very least. “I love you, and I will probably always love you, but I cannot,” Your voice choked. “I cannot do this. When it comes down to it-”

“-You would not choose me.” His voice was broken, shattered. Devastation created a film over his remaining eye as he looked down at you. Once more he has been overlooked for his nephews. He felt the proverbial blade push and twist. It was a feeling he was familiar with. He only wished it was real.

 Your eyes mirrored his as you looked back at him earnestly.

“Would you choose me?” Over your mother, over Helaena was the implication. Silence followed. 

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#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen one shot #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #game of thrones imagine #x reader #angst #spoils of war

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BARANGGAY BANGAYAN  | collab with @lilacknights

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warning: none! just some crack-ish and fluff-ish headcanons of filipino au obey me. long post. HAPPY BUWAN NG MGA WIKA AT KASAYSAYAN!

characters included: the brothers + side characters (luke, platonic)

language used: taglish but mostly tagalog/filipino

THE BROTHERS

lucifer na stress na stress palagi sa mga kapatid niya, wala masyado parents nila kaya siya na ang taga-asikaso sa lahat

lucifer na nagmumukhang single dad kaya gg ang mga marites na ireto mga nakshi nila na lagi naman iniiwasan at tinatanggihan ni mami lucifer mo

sorry po reserved na daw po siya para kay MC

facebook bio: *padlock* MC’s property *padlock*

mammon na champion sa bingo, tong its king at nagpapapustahan sa ganggang

tropa ng mga marites! slay bestie, siya ang favorite kalaro ng mga manang at ale

source ng stress ni lucifer dahil minsan magugulat na lang sila may kumakalabog sa gate nila ng madaling araw hinihingi yung pangtubos ng sinanlang relo ni mammon

huhu stressedt yarn

leviathan na tambay sa pisonet dahil binan siya ni lucifer gumamit ng wifi sa bahay nila

pinapatulan pa ang mga batang dugyutin sa internet cafe para lang makapaglaro

pero isang beses, na-ban siya sa isang pisonet dahil nagwala si kuya mo dahil natalo sa DOTA, napilitan si lucifer na palakasin wifi nila

lagi napapagalitan si levi ni lucifer at mc dahil puyat

favorite sermon line ni levi: “KAKASELPON MO YAN!” 

pero kahit converge, skycable, pldt o globe pa yan tumba sa werpa ng gamer na si levi

dagdagan mo pa ng wattpad addict, kindle suscriber at e-book downloader na si satan plus social media influencer, vlogger na si asmodeus

edi bongga ang wifi nila sa bahay, barely hanging on by a thread yarn

speaking of satan, resident catboy lover na nagkaroon ng wattpad addiction

nung highschool siya akala niya magkakaroon siya ng gangster na jowa dahil sa “She’s Dating the Gangster”

alam ko dark academic si satan pero you can’t tell me na hindi siya nagkaroon ng e-boy phase like shush. i was there. i was his chain necklace!!!!!

takang-taka pa si asmo bakit hiram nang hiram si satan ng eyeliner ‘yon pala e-boy na si blonditang catboy mo

asmodeus na hardcore fan ng AlDub dati, nagcutting pa silang dalawa ni mammon para lang makita yung episode na nagkita si yaya dub at alden pero naharangan ng pader dahil kay lola nidora

ending, natikman na naman nila flying tsinelas ni lucifer

palaging nasa mga mall shows at naging presidente ng AlDub fans club si asmo

nagkaroon din ng gig si mammon na nagbebenta siya ng mga handmade aldub merch

beelzebub na palaging maaga gumising para hintayin dumaan nagbebenta ng taho sa bahay nila

jogger din po saka napakapogi, mahal na mahal ng mga tita nila dahil malakas kumain

suki ng mga street food vendors

siya ang nakaassign na mag-grocery at mamalengke kasama si mammon dahil si mammon ay magaling magtawad sa presyo at alam ni beel mga lugar na maganda bumili ng pagkain

napagtripan na ipakulay buhok niyang blonde parang kay Goku sa Dragon Ball

nung bata sila ni belphie, mga uhuging batang kalye sila, spoiled sa mga nakakatandang kapatid nila ng mga laruan, damit, etc. pero mas gusto pa rin maglaro sa putikan

belphegor na nagkaroon ng rpw account, joke joke lang daw pero nagkaroon ng jowa tapos na-fall siya ta’s nung nagbreak sila kunwari di affected dahil di naman daw totoo relationships don

belphie na laging tulog sa mga klase niya pero mataas pa rin ranking sa klase nila

he got that mysterious badboy achiever wattpad main character swag

THE DATEABLES (KAPITBAHAYS)

BOY NEXT DOOR DIAVOLO

i love you boy next door diavolo

rich kid na may iPad at palaging may sapi sa likod 

pinsan niyang nakakatanda nang onti si barbatos na bantay niya

resbak niya yon kapag may nangaaway sa kanya pati na si lucifer

bawal din mamalengke si diavolo kasi uto-uto, kung ano-ano napagbibili

barbatos yung target ng mga umaattend sa birthday party tas tatanungin “pre pogi nung pinsan mo ah reto mo nga ako”

huhu ako yan, diavolo reto mo naman ako kay barbatos

solomon na madami palaging aguinaldo tuwing may family gathering pero di niyo alam trabaho niya kaya akala niyo pusher

mayamang pogi titocore

super galante lalo na kapag lasing na hehehhee

sakristan na si simeon na crush ng buong baranggay dahil sobra na sa kabaitan, sobra pa sa kapogian

hehe anong peace be with you, baka please be with me

char lang hehehe

raphael na partner sakristan ni simeon pero walang kumakausap sa kanya dahil mukhang nanaksak ng kandila

kala mo talaga e no

magiging choir member si MC nang wala sa oras at active church member para lang masilayan ang kapogian ng mga sakristan

kapatid ni MC si makulit na luke na idol sina simeon at raphael kaya medyo close si MC sa mga pogi 

MC na napagutusan humingi ng mga donasyon sa baranggay pero nasasaraduhan ng pintuan sa bahay ni mephisto

mephisto na SK kagawad na sobra sa kasungitan at sobrang pabibo

gusto ata palitan si jollibee sa pagiging bida sa saya

laging may pa-project si kuya mo dinaig pa si kapitan

strict sa curfew lalo na sa pamilya ni lucifer pero pagdating kay diavolo hanggang “warning” lang, sipsip kasi daddy ni Diavolo ang kapitan at crush niya si Dia

WHAHHAHAAH mephisto mephisto bakit di ka crush ng crush mo?

thirteen na manila girl na crush ko - ay char ng buong bayan pala 

mga bading ay love na love si thirteen

may pagka-siga kaya nagulat na lang siya Assigned Mhiema na pala siya sa baranggay

walang babangga sa mga nakshi niya (Asmo, Solomon, Luke) at kay MC dahil sa kanya mwehehe

i love you thirteen marry me pls

taglist: @lilacknights

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masterlist

#ace 🧱 #sig writes #filo obey me au 🇵🇭 #obey me swd #obey me brothers #obey me side characters #obey me dateables #obey me angels #obey me royals #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me fluff #obey me comfort #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me mephisto #obey me barbatos

[heartstringsduet]

Wip Wednesday

Another snippet from the 'Badboy' Carlos Fic.

“What happened?” TK still tries again. Has to.

“Can you help?” 

TK swallows the lump in his throat, then nods. It’s a lie, it has to be.

There’s no way to know if he can help with this, because it’s impossible to know what this even is with blood covering the wounds. He doesn’t have to instruct him, Carlos simply follows him to the bathroom opposite of his room because he trusts him. TK just wishes he would trust him with more than medical expertise. 

Blood drips on the hardwood floor of their hallway. Thank god his dad is at work.

“Did you wrap your hand on the way over?” TK asks, trying not to wince on the bright light making Carlos’ hand look like a wine spill. “Please tell me you learned anything from me.”

Carlos nods, brave smile on his face even as TK leads him over to the sink. “Yep. Andrew gave me a towel from the behind the bar once I promised to get out quicker. I got rid of it on the way over. Didn’t think I needed it anymore, but I must have ripped the cuts open again. Well-”

“Well,” TK chimes in, dryly. “For the record, you should have seen a doctor for this.” 

He puts the water on a low setting and waits for it to get luke warm. His own jaw clenches when he guides Carlos hand under the stream.

“And miss a chance to be in the care of paramedic to be Kennedy Strand?”

“One day you’re gonna die of an infection and I’ll be at your grave dancing the I told you so dance.”

Carlos smile is sharp. “Don’t wear your good shoes then. They’ll get muddy.”

“What good shoes?” TK nips back without true heat. “Not like I get paid for my treatments.” - I tag @welcometololaland ; @carlos-in-glasses ; @noxsoulmate and all the people wanting to share WIPs. Will cheerlead for whoever does it. :D

#wip wednesday #tarlos #tarlos fic #trying to decide where to take this #aka: how angsty will it be #and how long. trying to keep it around 30k max

[riotkayla]

Coffee Talks: part one

Synopsis: MJ is beauty and brains, beloved by the town. Eddie is a wild card pulled in by his uncle to try and tame his ways. Will Eddie win over Hawkins's sweetheart or burn the town down on his way out? Gilmore Girls!AU, BadBoy!Eddie

TW/Warnings: Underage drinking (slightly), smoking, that’s it. 

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Authors Note: I have been binging Gilmore Girls and fan edits of Luke/Lorelai and Rory/Jess for days now and I have an itch I couldn’t quite scratch until I started writing this. Is it good? nah. but I needed to put this out into the world. 

Hawkins has always been home. Safe, full of warmth, there was never a stranger in town. Everyone knew everyone and when someone did move in they were welcomed with open arms and wide smiles. So when Wayne announced his nephew was moving in for his senior year the town was buzzed with excitement.

“Oh, we should throw a welcome party! Yeah, we can have a bunch of food and invite over the Wheelers, and hey! Maybe even Dustin and his mom can come,” Miranda was like a hurricane, crashing into everything with a cup of coffee clutched between two hands. Bright blue eyes danced along with the next party idea she had. Seated at the kitchen table was MJ, a smaller version of Miranda with the same piercing eyes and kind heart. 

MJ, named after her mother who also shared the name with her grandmother (MJ’s great grandma), watched the fiasco of event planning unfold. Wayne stood with hands on his hips, shaking his head trying to shoot down Miranda’s overly exciting party idea. 

“No, no way. He’s not going to want a party.” Wayne swatted his hand through the air with a grimace. “Miranda, why do we even have to throw him a stupid party? He’s not going to enjoy it.”

“When’s the last time you saw him,” Miranda turned, a finger pointed in his face. “You don’t know what the kid likes or dislikes.”

“I know he likes trouble,” Wayne grumbled. “Mandy please can we keep it small. As in this group small?”

“You’re no fun,” there was a pout on Miranda’s lips. MJ let out a little giggle watching the two older adults banter.

There was a slam of the screen door and the shuffle of feet. The noise went unnoticed by Miranda and Wayne. Steve Harrington peeked into the kitchen doorway, dark eyes watching the adults bicker.

MJ and Steve, what a pairing those two made. Basketball captain, swim team captain, and designated babysitter fell hard for the quiet, bookworm, the girl who transferred to a prestigious academic institution shortly before dating. It was fate that he literally ran into when she walked into the gym to have the coach sign off on her transcript. 

“What are they fighting about now?” Steve slipped into the seat next to MJ, arms winding around her shoulders.

“Mom wants to throw Wayne’s nephew a welcome to Hawkins party,” MJ leaned back, puckering her lips and waiting on a kiss. Steve lovingly gave one, smiling when she pulled away. “Wayne wants to keep it low-key.”

“He does realize nothing your mom does is low key right?”

“You would think.” Wayne was the closest thing MJ had to a dad, even though she did have a dad. He was fleeting. Miranda had told him since the beginning she wouldn’t marry him until he had his life together, and sixteen years down the line he was still trying to pull it in. The last time he had shown up he was out of money and a job and slept on the couch for two weeks before driving off into the mist one Sunday morning.

Wayne was the one who helped move her to the boarding school. When she was eleven, he helped take care of her when she got chicken pox. He always made sure she had at least five dollars in cash and when Miranda called he always answered on the first ring. Wayne was the best example of a dad MJ could want.

“Why is coming to live here anyway?” Steve rest his chin on her shoulder, long fingers moving to play with the chestnut locks.

“I think he got in trouble back home,” MJ whispered. “Wayne told his sister that he’d take him in and try to straighten him out.”

“Sounds like it’s more trouble,” she couldn’t see it, but she knew that an eye roll followed his comment. “When is he supposed to be here anyway?”

“I dunno,” there was a shrug, and then MJ turned around to face him. “Hey, wanna go get ice cream and look at the Halloween decorations everyone put up?”

“Yeah cmon let’s get outta here,” Steve pulled MJ up and they snuck through the backdoor, Miranda, and Wayne oblivious to the kids coming and going.

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Wayne eventually won the argument. A week later he stood proudly outside Miranda’s house, hand clasped on his nephew’s shoulder. From their posting on the front lawn, the two could see Miranda and MJ flitting around the kitchen, laying out plates and putting food in serving dishes.

“Alright now here are the ground rules. You will be respectful to Miranda and her daughter, you will not do anything illegal, and you will not try to sneak off tonight. Understood?” The dark-haired boy rolled his eyes. Wayne tightened the grip on his nephew’s shoulder and waited for the response. “Eddie. Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah I heard you.” He moved out of his uncle’s grasp and headed to the front door, hands in his pockets.

It was obvious Eddie Munson wanted to be anywhere but Hawkins, Indiana. In New York, he was a free man. Getting to play in bars at night, drinking and smoking without a care, no one cared about where he was or what he did. Until his mom decided that he was “too hard to raise” and shipped him off to live with Uncle Wayne.

Before he could knock Miranda was flinging the door open with a welcome. He was shoved inside by the rough hands of Wayne and introduced quickly.

“Hi I’m Miranda, MJ is around here somewhere,” Eddie gave a curt nod, eyes glancing around the cozy front room. There was a hideous green sofa situated in front of a coffee table that had seen better days. It was loaded down with magazines and coffee cups and one thing that caught Eddie’s eye. The Hobbit. 

Wayne rolled his eyes already apologizing for his nephew's behavior.  Eddie shuffled further to the smell of food while still taking in the room. Pictures of who he assumed of MJ covered the walls and spaces on the side tables. She looked the same age as him, maybe she would be at Hawkins High. It wouldn’t hurt to make one friend, especially if she was pretty. 

Eyes like diamonds, shining brightly in the light of the kitchen. She was prettier in person than in the photos Miranda had up. Eddie had turned to find her standing in the doorway holding a bowl of what looked like mashed potatoes. Both of them paused taking in the other. A shy smile blossomed over her lips. 

“Hi, I’m MJ,” 

“I figured,” 

“Right, anyway there’s food ready if you’re hungry.” She pointed towards the table, laid out with bowls and trays of assorted sizes that were filled with different foods. Fried chicken, tater tots, mini corndogs, there was even a bowl of chocolate pudding. The sight made Eddie’s mouth water, but the girl in the doorway made it worse. 

“Got anything to drink?” He pushed past her and went to the fridge, not really looking for an answer. The bottles of condiments clinked next to each other as he pulled the old door open, eyes scanning for something to ease the tension. Water, soda, and finally chocolate eyes land on his saving grace.  Beer, most likely for his uncle but maybe Miranda wouldn’t notice a bottle missing so early into the evening. 

MJ watched him pop the top off and take a swig, bright hues widening when he offered her the drink. “N-no thanks. Not really my style.” 

“Suit yourself,” he gave a shrug. “S’that your room?”

He crossed the tiny space with ease, long legs gliding underneath him as he pushed the door open. Books practically enveloped the whole room. Overflowing books cases, piles sticking out from under the bed, even the chest of drawers had books sticking out of spots reserved for clothing. He had never seen so many books in one girl's room before. He loved it.

Fingers trailed the spines along her bookcase. Brontë, Shakespeare, even some he had never heard before. Did the Hobbit belong to her collection?

“Do you read?” MJ was propped against her doorframe, bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

“Occasionally,” he turned to look at her with a grin. “My room looked nothing like this though.”

There was a call to dinner from Miranda. MJ left her spot, and Eddie followed reluctantly. For a moment he forgot that the voice beckoning him to the feast belonged to a mother. He waltzed out, the brown bottle pressed against his lips. Piercing blue eyes glare at the scene, making him halt and bump into MJ. Miranda reached out, waiting. 

Without a word, Eddie passed the bottle to her with a frown. Already he was itching to get the hell out of Hawkins. Get away from the judgmental glares. He didn’t need this. 

She turned the bottle upside over the sink, letting the amber liquid splatter against the ceramic lining of the basin. After a clink of the glass being placed onto the counter Wayne break the tension. 

“Food looks good Randa, c’mon Eddie let's eat,” Wayne clasps Eddie’s shoulder and moved to grab a plate to load up food. Brown eyes rake over the table again, stomach doing a flip, mouth-watering at the sight. He wouldn’t though. He waited for the others to turn and fix their plates and slipped back through the living room. 

Long fingers snatch the book he noticed earlier off the coffee table and went out onto the front porch. Hips press against a beam, thumbs holding open the pages of the book he snubbed. The pen he kept on him at all scribbling into the new pages. The screen door opens, causing Eddie to hide the book behind his back. 

He’s expecting Wayne with that stern look he’s had plastered on since picking him up at the bus stop earlier that day. Instead, there’s MJ, with eyes like diamonds looking at him worriedly. 

“Are you okay?” She’s worried. It’s sweet and Eddie can feel the little pieces of ice in his soul melt when he looks at her. They’ve said maybe less than thirty words to each other but he’s already weirdly attached to her. 

“Yeah just not hungry,” he smiles, putting the pen behind his ear.  “Wanna go on a walk?” 

“I dunno,” MJ shivered at the cool breeze, arms wrapping around herself. She wasn’t starving and he had piqued her interest. 

“C’mon I promise I don’t bite,” he’s already off the porch, book tucked under his arm. He turns, grinning at his new companion as he shuffles across the grass. 

Next thing she knows her feet are following across the yard, jogging to catch up with his long strides. The night air is cold against her face and she can’t help but shiver against the breeze that is insistent on her back. The sweater she had thrown on earlier that day was little help. 

“Cold?” 

“I’ll be fine,” they’re side by side now, strolling up the street towards the main part of town. “So how’re you liking town?” 

“S’alright,” Eddie shrugged, eyes looking up at the stars. In New York, he could never see them like this. “Hawkins is a lot different than back home.” 

“Do you miss it?” 

“Of course,” he’s pulling out a cigarette from a hidden pocket in the leather jacket with a smirk. “I don’t really enjoy having Wayne breathing down my neck.” 

“I’m sure he means well,” she smiled over at him. That smile literally took his breath away. 

“Yeah” he cleared his throat. “I’m sure threatening to shove me into the lake when I act up is him meaning well.” 

Feet guide them down in front of the storefronts, pausing in front of the library. Eddie grins over at her, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lip. “So, am I going to see you at school Monday?”

“Oh no I actually go to a private school a few hours away,” MJ said, sitting down on the bench. “I live there Monday through Thursday. I come home after my classes on Friday and I drive back Sunday night.” 

“Wow, so you’re like super smart,” he comments, making a blush appear on her cheeks. Even though it’s dark he can still see the tinge of pink on her cheeks. 

“Wanna see a magic trick?” She nods.  

He pulls out The Hobbit with a grin, her eyes going wide. 

“Oh wow, you have your own copy too? Mine is at home,” MJ couldn’t hide the excitement on her face or her voice. 

“Slow down there Pippin, this one is yours.” He chuckled, waving the book in front of her.

“Okay, That’s not called a trick, it’s called a felony”

“I just wanted to leave some notes in the margins,” he tossed the copy towards her, hands flailing to catch the prized possession. Thumb skimming through pages, she caught pieces of Eddie’s scratchy handwriting. Thoughts, questions, and ideas were peppered into her book.

“So you’ve read this before?” Now that his hands were free, he brought a lighter up to the tip of the cigarette, a red glow igniting from the end. 

“Only about a hundred times,” he gave a casual shrug. Beat up Reeboks toeing at the fallen leaves. “Can’t believe you’re just now reading the Hobbit.”

“I’ve been preoccupied with other works of literature,” she’s defending her choices in books. Somehow Eddie has gravitated closer to MJ and when he's in arms reach she swats him with the book. “Besides I’m trying to get into Yale. I haven’t really had time to read The Hobbit.” 

“Well, you have missed out on a literary masterpiece my dear,” smoke billows out with his words, clouding the area around the both of them, and damn this girl looks pretty even surrounded by the grey fog he created. “I can loan you The Lord of the Rings when you’re ready to start the next journey.” 

“I’ll have to take you up on that,” her head is ducked, eyes stinging from the smoke blowing her way. MJ can’t help the blush creeping back into her cheeks, if anyone would ask she would have to blame it on the bitterness of the night and not the leather-clad boy writing notes in her new book. 

They sit in comfortable silence for a while, MJ reading the notes he left her while Eddie continued to blow smoke into the air. Since he had arrived in town earlier that day MJ was the only one to actually be nice. She could see through the Metallica T-shirt and chains and saw him as a human, not a freak. It just sucked that she would be gone by tomorrow night. 

“We need to head back,” MJ breaks the silence, tucking her book into her chest as she stands. “They’re probably worried about us.” 

“Doubt it,” Eddie snorts. “Have you seen the way they look at each other?  I bet they’re doin’ it while we’re outta their hair.” 

MJ made a gagging noise. “Please, they’re just friends. I’ve known your uncle almost my whole life. It’s Platonic with a capital p.” 

“Whatever you say, Pippin, let’s get you home before mommy calls the police,” they’re both walking back towards her house, arms bumping as they chat. The only thing Eddie can think about is getting to talk to her next weekend, and how the hell he’s going to find a way to talk to her. 

#eddie munson ff #Gilmore girls AU #stranger things ff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x original character #Coffee Talks #bad boy!eddie #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x original character #eddie my love

[stardreamer28]

so looved seeing will back in the field on criminal minds, i missed him. he was always a fave of my mom’s & I. and luke quoting "the heart wants what the heart wants" to garcia in the same episode as the hug and him wiping her tears she's crying. he even brought her tea and warned her it was hot! how many more hints does she need he’s in love with her? the tyler thing feels like the morgan/tamara relationship of s5 all over again. and garcia had to smack some into him back then so c’mon! I’m all for redeemable badboys but it’s soo obvious garvez has more chemistry than garcia/tyler. this isn't just a ship thing, this is right in front of their faces

#garvez #Criminal Minds #will lamontagne #luke x penelope

[horizon-verizon]

People ship Daemon and Alicent?! Ship name: Daenicent. Where does it come from?! Limit it shocks me even more than Aemond and Luke...

Is this a thing? Seriously? Anon, tell me it isn't so?!

Well, let me try to see where this ship comes from anyway....

In the very first episode of HotD, Daemon asks for Alicent's favor before besting her brother in the lists. There's a moment where I even felt she was a little starstruck and blushed a little before turning and seeing her father's disapproval.

Because of his sexual promiscuity, his readiness and nonchalance with using violence, and his canon preference for virgin sex workers, I suppose that people think of Daenicent!Daemon as a badboy, pure-girl seeker (to ruin them like in Fatal Attractions or to..."ruin" them) and since Alicent is a "good girl", she's prime meat--a temptation for him. 

Then there is the fact that Daemon hates Otto, so sleeping or romancing his daughter would add to his fun. His way of sticking it to the man who seeks to disturb his political power and tie to Viserys. To make it more romantic,  Daenicent!Daemon might be made to fall in love with Alicent after seeing how accommoadating of him but firm, so she “doesn’t take his shit”.

Daenicent!Alicent could be attracted to Daemon's aura of sexual violence because of issues with male authority over her own sexual freedom, feeling powerful and desirable, excitement, and acting out private fantasies that she doesn’t feel she could without “motivated”. Or she could see Daemon as someone she can morph into a different, more conforming person and thus, again, power.

it doesn't have to stay at physical virginity. It might be how Alicent is portrayed as an "innocent", a mental "virgin".

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf asks to me #shipping #daemon and alicent #daemon targaryen #alicent hightower #asoiaf comment #Daenicent #trying to understand Daenicent.

[princemick-archive]

marry me and be max *lukes last name*

only if u get down on one knee and propose to me with one of these badboys

#kyle.answers #loudlikeluke #luke #watchpartygc

[cocktailsfairytales]

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[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Bad Boy Masterlist

"Ah, sorry Doll." (ao3) - cliff0rd michael/luke T, 4k

Summary: Luke is a shy, quiet boy who works in a small Café and Bad boy Mikey just loves seeing him blush.

Arthurian Romances (ao3) - therjolras michael/ashton T, 5k

Summary: Ashton's in a bit of a tangle when he's rescued by a purple-haired knight-in-leather-jacket.

baby i'm gonna drink you in like oxygen (ao3) - booksteaandcake luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: bad boy ashton has taken young luke hemmings under his wing. it's kind of a surprise when they sleep together... but also not a surprise at all.

'“I’m not wrecking you.” Ashton scoffed, “I’m going to take care of you.”'

do the things that you'd only read about (ao3) - heartbreakgirl michael/luke N/R, 5k

Summary: When he looks over, Michael's eyes are open and he's grinning from ear to ear.

“I love you.”

He smiles shyly, eyes rolling fondly. “I love you too, Michael.”

or, book worm Luke & bad boy Michael

every now and then the stars align (ao3) - merlypops luke/calum E, 3k

Summary: 'The sheer force of the love unfurling in Luke’s chest took his breath away often but he liked it that way, liked being reminded by his pulse thundering in his veins that Calum was his, and that he loved Luke back.'

Calum gets in trouble a lot, Luke's had a bad life, and Calum would do anything to keep him safe. Anything at all.

Feeling Naughty (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/calum E, 2k

Summary: Calum is giving himself too much freedom and Michael is mad. Now, it's up to Calum make it up to him.

fight so dirty but your love's so sweet (ao3) - softirwin luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 11k

Summary: Luke hates a good ninety-five percent of his job.

A solid thirty percent of that comes from the fact that he works as a receptionist at a hotel, which he thinks is possibly the most thankless job humanity could possibly have created. A further ten comes from the fact that his desk is right next to the kitchen, meaning mouth-watering smells are constantly wafting under his nose, and Luke’s not allowed to eat on shift.

Fifty-five percent of it, though, is Ashton.  

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written for the prompt 'lashton bad boy'

Have Faith In This Fragile World (ao3) - SilentlyFighting michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 19k

Summary: Michael Clifford is well known in his school, not for being popular, far from it, he is the nerd. The goody-two-shoes hasn't had the best past but his peers do not know this and a couple of the football team decide that he is their next target. A mysterious group of boys make an appearance, saving him multiple times, and when Michael runs out of money to buy food, they even find ways to get him food.

The boys do not scare him that much but they certainly catch his attention. Michael learns the names of two of the boys but the leader is set to keep his identity a secret. But, when Michael has another run in with the football team and they use him as bait, will the boys identity reveal itself?

Mr. H (ao3) - jeepies luke/ashton G, 3k

Summary: Luke is The Joker and Ashton is Harley Quinn

Pull Up in Your Fast Car Whistlin' My Name (ao3) - blakecoffeeandcigarettes luke/ashton E, 3k

Summary: "What seems to be the problem officer?" Luke asked, making sure to raise his voice a couple of octaves higher as he fiddled with the hem of his dress, revealing the hot pink, lace edge of his panties.

say you want me and dont be nice (send those shivers running down my spine) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum N/R, 5k

Summary: :+: Calum and Michael are in gangs, and when Calum gets slightly turned on by the gun in Michael's hands, things get dirty :+:

snap backs and tattoos (ao3) - crankgameplays michael/calum N/R, 3k

Summary: Calum Hood is 16, almost 17, when hes warned to stay away from Michael Clifford. His dad catches a gaze of him from the kitchen window and hes got a new tattoo that's wrapped around his pale arm and there's tufts of pink hair peeking out from his snap back and oh my fucking god is that a fucking eyebrow piercing. Calum has died and gone to heaven. Or hell. Maybes hes being a little dramatic. Whatever. But his dad turns to him and he goes,

"Calum, I want you to stay away from that Clifford boy," pointing a finger in the direction of his son. "Hes no good." And Calum nods and mumbles, yes dad, and walks to his room and that's that.

But really. No one ever listens to their dads.

We're like noughts and crosses (ao3) - emptygoldss michael/calum G, 1k

Summary: it’s like Michael’s made of glass and Calum turns him to sand.

Yeah, I Want You Baby (ao3) - flowercrownmikey michael/luke M, 4k

Summary: "That what you wanna do, princess? Fuck the delinquent right outta me?"

OR// Officer! Luke and Bad Boy! Michael.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #badboy #badboy masterlist #badboy!ashton #badboy!calum #badboy!luke #badboy!michael #masterlists

[littledrummeraussie]

saw someone on twitter with a badboy mechanic Luke idea and it literally sounded like my Ashron idea I've been keeping in my heart since 2019 😅😅😅

#afic: a permanent chase

[mikeysunshinee]

5sos wattpad writers from 2014: We predicted bad boy Luke how much more content do you guys want?

Me: Yes

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sosfam #luke 5sos #wattpad #badboy Luke

[nothingatallspecialinanyway]

Badboy!Luke - Part 6

Part 1  |  Part 2  |  Part 3  |  Part 4  |  Part 5

A/N: I know I haven’t updated this since November, but  better late than never.

Warnings: Angst (slight bullying(verbal comments) towards Y/N)

Summary so far(because it’s been a while): Y/N has decided to give Luke a chance to prove he’s not a fuckboy.

Y/N’s POV

I was sat in his car, he was driving me to god knows where. He had simply knocked on my door and said he was cashing in on the date I owed him. It had been a week since I had agreed to go out with him.

After waiting for a week I had assumed he had forgotten and moved on. That wouldn’t have surprised me, it would have only confirmed my original suspicions. Although when I asked him why he had waited this long, he simply said, he needed time to prepare.

It was nice to know that he had at least put some thought into this date if it took him a whole week to prepare for it.

The journey is quiet, only some soft music playing from the radio as we drove through town. It was nice, I stared out the window as the sun started to disappear beneath the tree line.

Eventually his car pulled to a stop on the top of a small hill. I climb out, taking in the scenery around me. It was beautiful. There were trees everywhere, the golden glow of the sunset illuminated the area.

Luke gestures for me to follow him into the woods. I walk behind him, looking around in awe at how beautiful the area was. I had no idea that this place even existed, and I know that I will be coming here more often from now on.

We walk through the trees, until we come to an opening, there was a lake, the water a deep blue. It reminded me of his eyes, a beautiful pool of colour. There was a  picnic blanket laid down on the bank. A hamper of food sat next to it, although it was knocked over. Whatever was inside it was scattered around it on the floor.

“No, no, no” Luke groaned. Walking away from me towards the blanket. The panic was evident on his face. I had never seen him like this before. Usually he was in control but here it looked like he was out of his element.

“What happened?” I ask as I walk up behind him.

“I don’t know I left the picnic here ready, and ugh- everything is ruined” he groans as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

“The foxes probably got to it. Why would you leave a hamper full of food in the middle of nowhere?” you asked in amusement.  Wondering why he  didn’t just bring the picnic in the car and carry it here.

“I wanted to surprise you. So that you would walk here and find it and it would be all romantic and shit.” he sighs.

“Well I appreciate the thought” I nudge his shoulder in reassurance.

“But it’s ruined” he whines, reminding me of a small child. I find it cute but also kind of funny considering his badboy appearance.

“So what? We don’t have food, we can still sit and enjoy the scenery. I came out because I wanted to spend time with you, not for food.” I try to reassure him. It seems to be working as a small smile appears on his face.

“Although, I will never deny food, just for future reference” I add smile, trying to lighten his mood.

We sit down by the lake, our bodies were close but not touching. We talk about anything and everything until the sun had disappeared completely. I wasn’t sure how long we had been there, time just seemed to fly, conversation was flowing easily, and I found myself enjoying his company.

“ I should be getting home, it’s late and my parents will worry” I say quietly. I didn’t want to leave, but I knew mum would panic if I weren’t home soon.

“Ok” he smiles understandingly. “I wouldn’t want them to think I’m a bad influence” he jokes.

“You. Never” I chuckle.

He smiles as he leads me back to his car.

-

I arrive to school the next morning. Another boring day. It wasn’t long until the summer break and I was looking forward to going into hibernation for a month or so. 

First period went by slowly, as usual but that was always the case with English. The teacher had a monotone voice and always succeeded in sending at least one member of the class to sleep.

As I walked to my next lesson I couldn’t help but listen to the gossip in hallways.

“I can’t believe she would do that, especially out in the open where everyone could see” one of the more popular girls were talking to her friend, no doubt about something one of their friends did.

I walked into history, taking my seat at the back. I notice that some of the other students were giving me funny sideways glances as they took their seats. They seemed judgemental, but I had no idea why.

I focus on the lesson, at least I try to but I keep hearing my name being whispered in hushed voices around the room. Once in awhile someone would turn to look at me, stare silently for a couple of seconds then turn back around.

What had I done? I’m pretty sure I hadn’t done anything. I usually kept below the radar so the fact that people seemed to be discussing me in class was strange.

I go to lunch, finding Abby sat at our usual table. She scans the room, he eyes widening when she sees me walking towards her. She ushers me over, the urgency on her face was confusing.

Before I could even sit down she had grabbed my arm and was whispering in my ear.

“Did you have sex with Luke last night at the lake?” she asks, desperate to know the answer.

“No, why would you think that?” I ask, she knows that I wouldn’t go that far on a first date. Also she didn’t even know about the date as I hadn't had a chance to tell her. So how did she know about the lake.

“Because that’s not what he's telling everybody.” she states.

“What? Explain now” I demand in the politest way I could manage. If Luke had been spreading shit like that, no wonder everyone was looking at me funny today.

“I overheard him and his friends this morning, they asked about how his date with you went. He said it went well, then they started asking about the sex, about how you rode him in the grass, they must have spread it because everyone is talking about it” she says sympathetically.

My mouth dropped as the words left her mouth.

I couldn’t believe him. There I was, thinking that maybe I had misread him and he was actually a nice guy. How could I have been so stupid?

Before I can say anything to even attempt to articulate my feelings. He walks in. My icy glare meets his instantly. He walks over to me. The room goes silent, everyone wanting to spectate this moment after the gossip that has been circulating all morning.

“Y/N I can explain” he says desperately.

I didn’t want to hear anything he had to say.

“Explain what? That you told the whole school some utter shit about me to keep up your image.” I speak loudly, not caring who heard, they were all listening anyway. 

I had no intention of letting him speak. I was pissed off beyond belief, both with him and myself

That’s when it hit  me. His image, that’s what’s important to him. Everything he did was to keep up his image. If I denied everything, he wouldn’t defend me and everyone would think that I was lying because I was embarrassed about my so called actions. So instead of trying to protect my image, I had to go after his to take the attention off me.

I turn away from him, instead addressing the room. This was public now anyway so I might as well make the most of it.

“So Luke said that I fucked him by the lake yeah?” I say rhetorically. Everyone remains silent, awaiting my response.

“Well the truth is, I was going to... but he came in his pants before I was able to do anything of the sort” giving him a fake sympathetic look.

Gasps fill the room,  people try to stifle their giggles. Everyone erupts into conversation. Much to my satisfaction, it wasn’t my name on their lips anymore.

I smirked at Luke. His mouth was agape, his eyes wide. I could tell he was not expecting me to say that. All eyes were on Luke, his embarrassment flooded his cheeks, he was speechless.

His friends drag him out of the room, away from the lingering stares of the people in the cafeteria. He doesn’t try to say anything, instead following them with a defeated expression on his face.

I sit back down next to Abby, she smiles at me. “Well played”

I can’t help the smile that forms on my face.

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