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bleachedhallways · 3 months

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lullaby & goodnight. ⌇ lrh.

A/N: i have a soft spot for dad!au’s & the idea of luke being a father makes me super soft, so i wanted to indulge in my silly little fantasies.

summary: in which, your daughter is having a hard time falling asleep & luke knows exactly how to center her.

word count: 1,000+ words.

“Ollie, baby, please–”

“No.” The young girl pouts, arms crossed over her chest with her favorite plush toy held in the grip of her tiny fingers. “No, no, no!”

“Ophelia, you need to sleep. How else will you have the energy to hang out with Daddy tomorrow?” A rhetorical question, yet you hope your five-year-old has the understanding and sense to answer it; Ophelia was incredibly smart for her age and seemed to be quite mature, however, she was a child and children will do as they please, no matter how old of a soul they already seem to be.

The tiny blonde shakes her head dramatically before looking away from you. At this point, you’re ready to admit defeat and let her stay up for as long as she wants, or at least, until she tires herself out doing whatever it was that she wanted to do. However, you wanted to sleep and your husband was in your home studio, finishing up a tune that he’d been working on for days, so grabbing him to help with your stubborn daughter was, in your mind, out of the question. You couldn’t leave her unattended, you’d feel like a shitty mother if you did and Ollie was too young to be on her own.

“Is there anything I can do to help you fall asleep?” You inquire, eyebrows knit together in hopes that there was a solution to this scenario. You’re met with large, doe-like eyes, the hue of them a replica of your own. Your daughter’s gaze is innocent, yet a hint of mischief lies in the depths of her irises.

“No, but Daddy can.”

Of course. Ophelia was a Daddy’s girl, through and through. She and Luke shared a bond unlike one you’ve ever encountered and had each other wrapped around their fingers. Whenever you three had family outings, there were moments where you felt like you were third wheeling; it was simply your husband and your daughter’s world and you were just living in it – happily, obviously. You don’t think you’d have it any other way. Sharing life with the two of them was one of the greatest gifts you’d ever received.

“Ol, Daddy’s busy right now.”

Ophelia wasn’t having it. She would not take ‘no’ for an answer, “I can wait for him!”

You blink twice, unsure of what to say to the child in front of you. The sound of a door opening and closing gains your attention, footsteps getting louder as they come down the hall and stop.

Luke pokes his head into the dimly lit bedroom your daughter occupies, a gentle, tired smile on his face. “Ladies,” He greets the both of you, “everything okay in here?” he adds, eyebrows raising slightly.

“Ollie is having a bit of trouble getting to bed.” You reply, your gaze averting from your husband to your little girl, who looks very pleased with herself; she’s about to get exactly what she wanted.

“Oh, yeah? Can I help?” Luke offers, fully entering the room. He sits on the edge of the twin sized bed covered in pale yellow sheets, stuffed animals crammed against the headboard.

Ophelia abandons her plush toy, leaning into her father’s hold as he opens his arms and cuddles her into his chest. A lighthearted chuckle leaves your husband’s lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looks at you, “Sorry, baby. I guess I’m what she needed.”

“Figures,” You sigh, a grin pulling at your lips. “She’s got you wrapped, Lu.”

“Definitely,” He agrees, before turning his attention back to your daughter. “Alright, miss. How can I help you sleep, hm?”

Silence fills the room as your daughter thinks for a brief moment. She’ll milk Luke for all the time that he’s willing to give her, there’s no doubt about that. Doe eyes look up, blinking innocently to really make sure he’s ready to deliver. “Sing to me, pretty please?”

Luke doesn’t waste any time in giving in to her command. If a lullaby is what she wants? It’s what she’ll get. “I can do that for you. Anything you’re wanting to hear?”

“No- wait, can I get comfy?” She asks, pulling away from her father a bit. Luke nods, shifting from his space on the edge of the bed, which prompts you to also get up in order to allow for your daughter to get comfortable under the sheets. Once she’s settled, you and your husband snuggle in on either side of her, wrapping your arms around the girl you both love most.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Luke hums, oceanic eyes peering down at your daughter. He always looks at her with so much love and so much pride, you swear that every time you see it, your heart swells up with affection.

Ophelia nods, her gaze trained on her father as he begins to sing softly, “Take my hand, now and forever…”

As he continues to sing, his melodic voice filling up the space, you watch as the melody flowing from Luke’s lips sends your daughter into a blissful, serene state. Her eyes get droopy as each second passes, the calm atmosphere and warmth provided by her loving parents causing sleep to overtake her. Soon enough, her head is slumped against the pillows, her face slightly buried in the Pink Floyd shirt your husband donned.

Your eyes meet Luke’s when you’re sure that Ophelia is sound asleep, quietly mouthing a ‘thank you’ to him. If it weren’t for him and his incredible knowledge of what your child needed, you doubt she’d be asleep by now. He smiles, blinking sleepily at you before gingerly leaving the softness your daughter’s bed provides, holding out his hand for you to take in order to leave her room.

With a flip of a switch, the dimly lit room is drowned in darkness, save for the pink hued night light plugged into the wall. Luke closes the door as you both exit, then wraps his arm around you and leads you to your own bedroom, sighing dreamily as the prospect of sleep draws closer with each step you take.

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sinning5sos · 8 months

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Having a baby with Calum would include...

2/4 in the father-to-be series :

Calum ~ would be really fucking excited but also really fucking nervous

“Okay so our baby is the size of a lime right now. A lime. Can you believe that?” Calum read off, scrolling through his phone in the bathroom as he got ready for bed. He looked over at you, and smiled as he looked at your stomach, a tiny yet noticeable bump there.

“A fucking lime!” He repeated, “That’s insane. We did that. We made a freaking baby and it’s living.”

“The three month mark is an important one too,” You said, continuing to read your book and Calum hummed to himself as he started brushing his teeth.

“Baby, did you know that it’s good for your pregnancy for you to cum?” Calum stated, and you burst out laughing at your husband. He looked up from his phone as he finished brushing his teeth in the bathroom.

“Calum,” You breathed out, holding your stomach slightly as you looked over at him. He spit into the sink and rinsed, then tucked his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants.

“I’m telling you the truth!” Calum exclaimed, and you continued to laugh at how incredulous he was.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe you.” You giggled, and he threw his hands up over his head as he collapsed onto the bed beside you.

“Then let me show you,” Calum murmured and he turned over in bed. You put your book down on the bedside table and

“Before you do that, explain. And Cal, I’m only three months along.” You reasoned, and he chuckled as he knelt between your legs.

“Orgasms cause a release of endorphins and oxytocin, and orgasms apparently help you prepare for giving birth. And that will help you in six months. So obviously, we need to practice.”

“Hmm. Fine, come on baby.” You said, winking at him and he chuckled as he pushed your (his) tshirt up, and kissed the inside of your thighs gently.

Other pregnancy things from Cal would include -

Ice cream runs at any time of the day

Helping you shower/bathe, especially toward the end of your pregnancy

Lotioning your stomach and giving you light massages

Lots of innocent touches

Lots of naughty touches too

Playing music for the baby and slipping in some old school rock music to educate the baby

Reading to the baby too

Just lots of enrichment for the baby

Him researching everything that can help and nearly passing out at the information of when you’re about to give birth

Having three different bags and birth plans ready to go in case of anything

#sinning5sos #calum hood #5sos #5sos smut #5sos imagines #5 seconds of summer #calum #cth #cth imagines #Calum imagines #Calum au #Calum hood imagines #calum hood 5sos #Calum 5sos #dad!calum

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years

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A Moment's Surprise--Chapter 14

Whether it’s called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.

Reader (Gender Neutral) X Calum. Multi-chapter Series.

Series Note: Across this series, pregnancy is discussed thoroughly. While I have made this series specifically a reader insert and have done my best to avoid coding for cis women, I am taking this moment to acknowledge that this content may not be suitable for every reader. I want to acknowledge even if I’ve been careful some things (like uteri) are still mentioned and if that causes you discomfort please DO NOT read this. You may keep scrolling (as there is a read more) / skip this series as necessary.

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Joy returns to the living room, refilled glasses in her hand. In the months that she’s stayed with you, the two of you have obtained a ritual. While the weekdays can feel like a whirlwind, you two still try to build a space in the evenings that are a bit slower. And over the last five months, you and Joy make an evening ritual of watching at least one episode of a show together. A Korean romantic drama currently holds your two attention and while sometimes the antics felt overdramatic, the laughs were more than welcomed. The weekends, when they are not filled with errands, are dedicated to either a maximum of three episodes or a couple movies. It’s nice to have a space for just the two of you to bond.

This weekend is no exception. You and Joy have agreed to finish out the season as there are only two episodes left. Between the first and second episode, there is a small snack break. And you need it. The last week or so a background feeling of being uncomfortable had settled. Though you had managed to continue on with your daily life and tasks, today just seems to be the day that the feeling cannot be ignored. The break had given you a chance to get up, as a struggle that it was, and walk around. But now that you were settling back in for the last episode of the show, you had a feeling that the sort of discomfort should be something that you vocalized more.

Your due date was still two weeks out. And even though you’d told Calum it was just an estimate, you still used it as a sort of benchmark. Two weeks wasn’t terribly early, but you didn’t want to believe anything would happen just yet. There was still time. “You’re sure you’re okay?” Joy asks, watching you readjust yet again in your spot on the couch.

You nod. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

She holds her gaze on you for a moment longer. Your brows seem to be wrinkled just ever so slightly at the middle of your forehead and they’ve been that way for the last couple hours as well. She didn’t want to suspect anything was wrong, but Joy also knows that the thing can’t dismiss is her own gut. “Let me know if that changes, alright?”

“Of course,” you return, “you know that.” You hit play and the show’s introduction and theme song cues up around you.

It’s silly. It’s ridiculous. But as much as you felt like not yourself in the last few weeks of your pregnancy, the reality of giving birth and becoming a parent frightened you. What if you fucked it all up? What if you weren’t cut out to be a parent? All the books and sessions couldn’t truly override the fear that creeps up. What if it all fell apart on you before you even had the chance to feel like you had it together in the first place?The episode doesn’t even settle into your brain as it goes. You’re too caught up in the spiral of your thoughts. And like a pinch, your stomach hints at a twinge of pain.

“It’s okay, just breathe, dear.”

You know it’s Joy. Her touch is soft and reassuring. But your own heart races in your ears. Your blood thumps against your veins, jumping at your neck. Could it all really happen right now?

“Just breathe,” Joy softly commands.

You take in a breath, letting it slide in through your nostrils and when you exhale you let it all slip out over your tongue and lips. It feels easy enough but the seconds continue and the pain doesn’t exactly stop. You repeat the action, inhaling and exhaling.

“That’s it,” Joy praises. She waits for the confirmation that the contraction has passed before she moves towards the coffee table. Her fingers are steady as she dials Calum’s number. The phone rings and rings and rings in her ears. The voicemail picks up and Joy leaves a brief message, knowing that she will call back again. The next call is to your doula. This time the phone connects and Joy talks calmly. You listen in on the evenness to her voice, the accent that colors her words and it’s a small wave of peace.

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Calum’s phone rings from the right of Michael. It’s the second time it’s rang in the last five minutes. He halfway wonders if he should answer it, knowing he never has previously. But everyone knows Calum’s been on edge. Since the baby shower, getting him to settle longer than ten minutes before he’s checking his phone has been hard if he’s out without you. Michael understands it the most. Calum just doesn’t want to miss anything, he wants to be there after having been away for so much of your pregnancy.

Before Michael can settle his internal debate, the door to the room opens and Michael looks up to see Calum returning from the restroom. “Your phone’s rang twice since you left, mate,” Michael states, lifting the device up off the table.

Though it is a weekend, and the guys agreed not to let the band interfere too much with personal time off, the weekend was the only time Calum left okay enough to leave you, since he knew his mum would be there with you. So the guys worked around it for the time being. In all honesty, it hadn’t mattered at all until it came to vocal sessions which were mostly done individually with the group session sprinkled in and right now. Today only needed to be a couple hours long to review the tour plans, the set, lightning and ensure that everyone was squared away for the Oceania dates starting up.

Calum nods as he takes his phone. “Thanks.”

He sees the two missed calls and voicemail from his mother. And in that moment, Calum’s barely thinking about the meeting still left. He calls his mother back, head swiveling to see where he set down his keys. They’d been in his pockets but he took them out he remembers at one point in the day. “Mum?” Calum states once he hears the split second of the call connecting. There’s a shaky edge to his voice that even rattles his own ears.

“Hi, love. Did you get my voicemail?”

Calum shakes his head. “No, no, I-I just called back when I saw you called twice. Is everything alright?”

Ashton gives a small whistle after noticing the panic swivel of Calum’s head. Calum snaps his head up in the direction and his keys come arching through the air at him from the gentle toss Ashton gives them. His mother’s voice floats in through the phone even and calm. “How fast can you get home?”

“I can leave now. What’s going on?”

“I don’t want your blood pressure to go through the roof,” she teases. “But thank your stars.”

“Are they in labor?” Calum asks aloud, tucking his phone between his shoulder to keep it pressed to his ear. He pats his back pocket and he’s still got his wallet where he left it. Calum’s fingertips feel like they are buzzing. The entire room snaps to Calum. They’d been listening in a polite way. Where one looks away and tries to actively tune out the conversation. But the word ‘labor’ causes everyone to tune into what Calum’s saying.

“Yes, son, it’s still early on. So we’ve got some time. I’m finalizing the hospital bag.” The moment his mother finishes the sentence Calum’s turning on his heel back towards the door. “The doula’s on her way. Things are okay on this end.”

“I’m on my way,” he answers.

“Drive safe, Calum. They’re going to be okay. I’ve got them. Promise.”

The buzzing crept up his arms, and his head started to swim. Panic. Calum knows the signs of the fear flooding his body. Recently the signs and the fear have plagued him more consistently than before. But the promise, the sincere weight of his mother’s words to ease the fear she knows is consuming him, puts a pause on the building fear. “Thanks, Mum. I’ll be home soon.”

“Of course. See you when you get here.”

The call ends and Calum slips the phone into his back pocket, fingers finding the keys and fob to his car as his feet cross over the threshold. The hallway suddenly feels endless, but Calum keeps putting one foot in front of the other.

“We’re getting baby Hood or what?” The voice echoes and Calum pauses to look back. All three of the boys are spilling out of the room. Ashton paused two steps from the door and Michael and Luke crowd around him. “Is it really happening?” Ashton asks. His smile breaks out across his face bright and wide. All of them hold wide grins on their faces.

The sight makes Calum smile too. A bit more of the fear is pushed down, his head feels less like he’s swimming. “It’s really happening,” Calum answers, his voice carries down too.

“Oh my god!” Michael screeches. He bolts down the hall and collides into Calum’s chest. “Tell them we’ll be there once you give us the all clear,” his voice is soft as he speaks.

Calum returns the embrace, tight, but quick. Hands pat backs and the slap is a slight echo up each of their chests. “You guys will be one of the first to know. Promise.”

The two men separate and Michael gently shoves Calum along. “Go, man, go! You have a baby to meet!”

“I’m going, I’m going,” Calum laughs in return. He takes a step down towards the exit doors.

“You’re not going fast enough,” Michael huffs. “Run! Go!”

In a light jog, Calum carries his body down the hallway, throwing one last wave back at his friends. “Love you guys!”

“Love you too!” The trio choruses back.

Where Calum’s drive home, longer than he would ever want thanks to traffic, is a mixture of frustration and excitement, the second Calum steps into the house he is relieved to only seem calm. You are pacing, the distinct heavy sigh of your sustained breathing cuts through the low volume of the TV. But there’s very little panic. A couple bags are nestled next to the door and Calum’s attention snaps down to the Duke closing in around his feet. Calum watches as Duke walks over to him, big eyes staring up at him and then looking over to you.

“I know,” Calum states to Duke. “That's why I’m here, big guy. I got ‘em, okay? Promise.” Calum’s careful as he approaches you, one not wanting to startle you and two because even though everything in him wants to comfort you, he knows there are somethings he will just never be able to understand.

“Baby, I’m here, okay? What do you need from me?” he asks gently. He’s half aware that getting the bags into the car is probably a priority. He hasn’t spotted his mother yet, but all he really wants and cares to focus on is you.

You complete the lap across the living room to him and rest your head on his shoulder. “They’re not too bad right now-the contractions. I just, I’m scared now too.”

He hums, dropping his head a little to rest against yours. “It’s okay to be scared. Fear in some ways means progress.”

You nod again. “Pacing helps for now.”

“Let me get the bags into the car and we can pace, okay?”

“I’ve got the bags,” his mother states. He’s not sure when she came up or where she came from. He only nods and keeps his attention on you. He doesn’t even worry something might be missing from the bags. There's a checklist for the checklists and Calum knows Joy won’t let the two of you falter at this moment, not in the slightest. Calum sways as you sway. He breathes as you breathe and having the mirror keeps you focused. Though there’s the twinge of fear that creeps up, you keep focused.

You can put together the drive. After three more laps in the living room, Joy and Calum are able to get you into the car. The neighborhood passes, the highway opens up. You are staring at the back of the cars in front of you, focusing on the license plate numbers as Calum talks next to you. You know you’re responding because you’re laughing. You know you’re aware because you remember how Joy kissed your forehead and promised she’d be there at the birthing center soon to meet you two and her first grandbaby after she got Duke settled. You know you’re aware because even you poke fun at how Calum raced to get home but couldn’t at least snag one of the boys to get Duke like they had agreed to do, though you know the agreement really was that the boys would alternate on who would check up on Duke while the three of you were away.

But no amount of breathing and reading off licenses and laughter really prepares you for the moment when you’re actively squatting, Calum’s arms hooked through your armpits to hold your weight and your back is up against his chest and you’re swearing you’ve never sweated so much in your entire life. Because even as the contraction does subside, though the relief won’t really be long, you know just on the other side of this is actually rearing a child. It’s actually real. And how can it all be real in the thick fog of sweat, and groans, and breathing? How could it all be real?

“I’m here, okay? I’m here,” Calum whispers into your ear. “You’re doing so well, love. You know that?”

Another contraction seizes your response, the gratitude replaced yet again with your breathing to ride through the pain. Calum’s chest expands against your back and you follow it to take the inhale. When his chest decompresses, you follow that lead to exhale. You can’t tell if he’s saying anything else at the moment, but you can feel the gentle brush of his lips against the shell of your ear.

The squeeze releases its grip from around you. Your head falls back just a bit and Calum doesn’t fight it. He lifts his head to accommodate you and then presses a kiss to your cheek. Now around your tongue aren’t the words thank you, because when you look at Calum you can see even the worry on his one face. “So, how was your day?” you ask in a tease.

Calum laughs, shaking his head. “You don’t get to ask me that. Not right now.”

“Oh why not?” you return. Your grin is brief, mostly because you can feel part of the fatigue trying to settle too thickly on you.

“You’re literally giving birth. I don’t think anything else matters.”

“Huh, could’ve fooled me.” You’d want to give a shrug, but you can’t, not with the lock Calum has under your arms. But you still try anyway. His smile replaces some of the worry lines. It makes your chest ease up a little at the sight.

The water is warm and you’re grateful for the small respite as you settle down into it. Time doesn’t really matter but you think how the hours must be crawling by for everyone else. Here though time feels like a foreign concept. Who cares how many hours? Who cares how many days? Who’s counting the seconds? There is only just now. The wall of the pool is thick enough that you do find it steady to recline into, but Calum settles behind you. It’s a comfort, you know he’s close, to hear his voice soothing at the part of your brain still attuned to him. Not that you’ve tuned everything out, you’re just zeroing in.

The drops and aches and contractions are all alerting you. You want to make sure you can hear it, the call from your body that once you start pushing there will be no stopping. You are zeroed in. You’re thankful that Calum is here and that your doula’s helping and you catch the nurses that pop in to cheer you on, but you are zeroing in. You don’t want to miss it. And you’re not sure you ever would.

What feels like a fleeting thought becomes a screeching reality. There’s Calum in your ear, softly encouraging you. There’s water lapping around you. There are grunts of exertion and without hesitation, you reach down knowing the head’s beyond crowned. You’d think it’d be harder and it is hard work; it is taking nearly every ounce of consciousness to remember to push but not to go too hard, but there’s something natural about it too. To catch his head and as another push sends him out you gently guide his body up.

And there is the very real thing in your arms. There are tears stinging behind your eyes and you can’t tell what’s sweat from what’s tears on your face. Not that it matters how separate the two are, because there is the very real thing in your arms.

“Amiri, look at you,” you coo. A rush of pride fills you, and the laughter turns up into a victorious cry from your lips. Amiri is the very real thing. There’s no room for fear. You love him--instantly, deeply, and fully you love the tiny baby boy in your arms.

“He’s so small,” Calum laughs from behind you. His hands hover like he wants to touch, but he’s too scared. And then with a rush of braveness, Calum runs his fingers gently over the top of his son’s head. “Hi, Pumpkin.”

“Welcome to the otherside,” your doula says softly.

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You watch Calum cradle Amiri to his chest. Amiri’s tiny hands rest near the silver fern tattoo on Calum’s bare chest and from your vantage point, it’s almost like Amiri’s holding the plant. You know the truth, that Calum is utterly obsessed and you are too, but mostly tired. Calum smiles up at you. “I’m whipped. Like I knew it was a high chance before, but god, he’s perfect.”

“You say that because you’ve yet to change a diaper,” you tease.

“Even his shits will be perfect.” A small tuft of laughter creeps up your chest. You gently run your fingers along Amiri’s back. He hardly stirs at the action, but you don’t mind it. “Thank you,” Calum whispers.

“You don’t have to thank me,” you state.

“I do. What you did wasn’t easy and no little task and I so appreciate it. For our little boy. I can’t--” Calum pauses hearing his own voice choke around the words. “I really can’t thank you enough.”

Pressing a kiss to Calum’s lips, you only pull back enough to glance down to Amiri again. “I know, love. I know. I’d do it again for him.”

“So a second child could definitely be on the horizon.”

You laugh besides yourself but nod. “Yes, but you’ll have to be prepared for the second round of, ‘Will you still love me if I shit myself in delivery?’” you state.

“You didn’t this time,” Calum counters. “And you know I would.”

“Guess I’ll have to get pregnant again to see if you’re really man about your word.”

Calum’s grin is still a tad watery from his tears, but it’s just as bright as before. “Don’t give me any ideas."

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plushyluke · 2 years

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lashton x coffee/coffee dates is my only aesthetic.

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lip-rings-and-quiffs · 1 year

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Oh my gosh Iove this so much!!

Ik he looks so cute!!! Like seriously I just wanna squeeze him! And the little hair clips in his hair ughhhh. Luke hemmings stop doing this to US!!!

#dad!luke at his finest!#he’s doing this on purpose trust me #cair-paravel-narnia #my asks🍃#lh #luke hemmings #5sos #luke asks #5secondsofsummer #lrh #lip-rings-and-quiffs #lukey #five seconds of summer #luke imagine #5sos imagine

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bratzforchris · 8 months

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Life on Tour

Summary: A social media blurb about your and Luke's life on tour with 5 Seconds of Summer

FC: Sabrina Carpenter

A/N: I love doing these cute lil blurbs :) I haven't had a ton of time to write since I just started back to college, but I did want to get something out for you all since you've been so supportive lately! If you have any other blurb ideas, send them in my ask box!

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram post show ice cream hits different

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lukehemmings Pretty girl 😍

wayf_luke CAN LUKE HEMMINGS FIGHT?

yourinstagram idk man ask him

michaels.bad.omens she's so pretty it's unfair 😭

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram luke is such a tourist guys 💓

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calumhood where's my photo credit

yourinstagram sorry cal<3

penguinluke96 i literally love them so much 🥺

sunshine.ash MOM AND DAD

lrhupdates

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lrhupdates It looks like Ashton went sightseeing in Colombia with Luke and Y/N today!

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y/n_updates ashton is the best photographer 🥺

5secondsofmuke omg were mikey and cal there???

ashsgreyhound imagine walking the streets and just bumping into these three omg

lukehemmings

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lukehemmings Y/N said it best...we sold out MSG. Thank you a million times, I couldn't be more grateful ❤️

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michaelclifford that was my cookie

yourinstagram dude you ate like 5

5sos Our best promoter ❤️❤️

lover.of.y/n SHE'S AN ICON WTF

yourinstagram thank u babe🥺

lover.of.y/n I GOT A Y/N REPLY OH MY GOD

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram swipe to see my favorite 5sos member

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niallhoran twins

yourinstagram love ya niall<3

ashtonirwin Why isn't it me?

5sos because

yourinstagram i love you too ash 💗

5sosupdates The cutest couple there is 🥺❤️

calumsbassguitar i'm so in love with y/n omg

lukehemmings

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lukehemmings Even on tour Y/N figures out how to make the best meals 🥰

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yourinstagram <3

lukescatch22 MOMMY AND DADDY

lukehemmings Not anytime soon

glittereyesluke LUKE?? OMG??

snapbackmike95 Can you fight tho?

wastedheartslashton Pretty boy 💗

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yourinstagram missing this girl lots today 💕 p.s. daddy says hi tuney<3

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luke_is_a_penguin_96 DADDY?

y/ndaily There's no way we're already calling Luke daddy 😅

5sos4ever PETUNIA SUPREMACY

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➜ taglist: @lukesbolts @thatmarvelgirly

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bloodhoundluke · 1 year

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no more secrets

pairing: luke hemmings x f!reader (fc: claudia tihan)

a/n: hi cuties!! 🖤 here's another instagram blurb, this time filled with pretty random posts. i hope u enjoyed it & have a great rest of your day ♡ if u have any face claim suggestions i'm all ears!

➢ pt. 2 to this

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram I said 'smile for daddy'. Ain't those the prettiest smiles ever?

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lukehemmings Yes 🥰

loveroflukey SMILE FOR DADDY?? DADDY?????

5sosforlyf i literally love them together 😭😭

greyhound.ash PETUNIA AND COCO WORLD DOMINATION

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram The summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation 🦋💛

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sgfg_1049 A 1D REFERENCE???

yourinstagram I know lol....I was a huge 1D fan back in the day 🥺

louist91 A great song

yourinstagram Oh my god yes!!

vapory_cal LOUIS COMMENTED??? OH TO BE Y/N

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5sos.updates It seems that Ash and Cal were on the picnic too with Luke and Y/N!

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y/s/n.updates now we just need a pic with y/n 😭😭

5cashton just imagine them casually hanging out and bumping into them??? oh my god

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram Concert stuff with the bestie

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malumshoes omg so cuteeeee

y/s/n.updates SHE IS THE MOMENT. AN ICON.

5sos What did you think of the show?

yourinstagram Was mediocre at best 🫠

5sos Oh...

lukehemmings I think she just hates my voice 🫥

loverofy/s/n THE BANTERRRR OMGGG, IMAGINE HOW MUCH FUN THEY HAVE TOGETHER !!

yourinstagram I'm definitely the funnier one in this relationship...imagine his dad jokes? Ugghhh

lukehemmings If I could dislike a comment I'd pick this one 👆🏼

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lukehemmings Dinner date. Swipe to see me getting ready.

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y/s/n.updates MOMMY AND DADDY

calm.5sos goals 🥹🥹

ashtonirwin Mom and dad?

lukehemmings 🤣🤣

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yourinstagram On my way to a 5sauce concert...

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5SAUCEM. OMG you're a legend

loveroflrh34 LMAOOOO

lukehemmings You think you're so funny

yourinstagram Oh I know I am funny

lukehemmings ...🙄

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yourinstagram Swipe for Lu's reaction when I dropped my pasta while filming this pic. Rude, don't you think?

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lukehemmings Hey! You're exposing me...

calumhood You deserve it lad

yourinstagram Thanks for backing me up Cal

calumhood Always

lukehemmings That's not the actual reaction photo by the way

yourinstagram Babe I think they got it...

lukehemmings

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lukehemmings Did a cool photoshoot. Thanks for having me 🤘🏻🖤

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yourinstagram LUKE ROBERT HEMMINGS

yourinstagram Ok but why did you have to kill me with this photoshoot

y/s/n.updates Y/N IS SUCH A MOOD HONESTLY

loveroflukey I LOVE HOW Y/N IS FANGIRLING JUST LIKE THE REST OF US

lukehemmings

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lukehemmings My dear devoted delicate...

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yourinstagram It's not worth it if I lose my one-way ticket for two...

5SOSAUC SHUT UP!! WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE!!!!

malumsshoes i feel so single 😭😭

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33-81 · 1 year

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The danger gets me high, and I can't help myself

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keen-li · 4 months

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FEVER

Paris!boy seungmin

Seungmin x fem reader

Wc:

Good boy during the day, rebel at night.

Playlist: fever by dua lipa

Youngblood by 5sos

Billie bossa nova by billie eilish

Flawless by the neighbourhood

A/n: went through hell and back to get this posted. Tumblr kept losing my original edited draft, so I'm sorry for any grammatical errors. Tried my best to re-edit it.

Hope you enjoy it.

BTW I don't know anything about stealing or Paris. So sorry if it's not accurate.

When your dad told you that you'd be moving to Paris because of his work, you were so excited. You couldn't stop imagining all your little scenarios, it was all you could think about. All the shopping sprees you'd do, all the food you'd eat, all the pictures you'd take and all the boys you'd meet. Boys, you honestly thought you'd have a Paris love story but after living here for a year you haven't seen much of it. None of the guys you've met are what you thought they'd be or what you hoped for, they were kinda boring.

They never had that excitement you desperately wanted. Maybe it was on you, maybe you were looking too much for the unachievable.

Your parents haven't been happy with you recently, always complaining about your late night outs. You're grown enough, what's the big deal? plus you're bored. Nothing is exciting and you've been getting kinda depressed, so you take the night time as the right time to go out and breathe. Though there's only so much you can do by yourself.

The only friends you've got are the ones you left back home, even though you enjoy every moment you get to talk to them. It's not the same as being in each other's presence.

You grab the canned drink you've been eyeing and go grab a snack for it.

You're by the counter waiting in line when you spot a guy by the cigarette stand. His hair is blonde and his body is hidden by a large hoodie, he looks like he's your age. You don't know why you keep looking at him, maybe you're waiting for him to turn around so that you can see his face.

You watch as he grabs a cigarette box and after looking around casually he stuffs the box under his large hoodie. He's stealing, you chuckle. He's gonna be caught and it's gonna be a sight to see. You internally laugh as you stare at the cashier who doesn't seem to notice anything. It's quite a small store so not many employees who care to pay attention. Plus the store is kinda packed.

The guy turns around and your eyes meet, you can't seem to move your eyes, he's just caught you staring. Now that you see him he's actually good looking, very good looking. Though his face doesn't look like one of a thief.

He smirks at you and by the way he looks at you he knows you've just seen him stealing.

He walks towards you like nothing's wrong. When his body is now in front of you and his unwavering eyes stare at you, you can smell his smoky and nature like scent. He smells like some plant you used to stick your nose in when you were younger, you loved that plant. You were sad when your dad uprooted it and you never saw it again. It's funny how he smells exactly like it, very nostalgic.

"You should try it. It's fun" he says encouragingly and he chuckles and walks out. You stand still not knowing what to say. His voice is as warm as the heat that radiates off him.

You stand there waiting for someone to run after him for stealing but no one does. He actually got away with it. Was it that easy? Maybe you could try, this would be an opening for a new excitement if you actually were able to get away with it. But if you don't, you'd be getting yourself in trouble and embarrassed. But if he didn't get caught, you surely won't either.

Right?

So when it's your turn to pay for your things, while the cashier is turned away, you grab a pack of gums that you see. You swiftly but nervously stuff it into your pocket. Your heart is pounding as the cashier turns to hand you your bag, you hope they haven't noticed but by the way they're looking at you makes you feel otherwise.

"Thanks" you say smiling awkwardly as you rush out the door.

The cold night air hits you and you smile at what you just did. Did you really just get away with it? This is gonna be a new exciting venture.

Your attention is pulled to your right when you see smoke **in** the air. When you turn you see the guy from the store, he's leaned against the wall with a cigarette, which is the one he probably stole.

"Feels good doesn't it?" He asks blowing smoke out of his mouth.

"Yeah" you smile walking towards him. He lifts himself of the wall.

"Seungmin" he says and you knit your eyes in confusion.

"That's my name" you've should've gotten that, now you look stupid.

You hum "Y/n" you share.

He doesn't say anything just nods acknowledging.

"So-" be he can speak both your attention is pulled to the store door that is abruptly opened.

"HEY YOU!" The cashier calls for you and you both immediately know you've been caught. Shit you aren't that slick after all.

The cashier moves to grab your hand but instead seungmin grabs it and pulls you.

"Come on" he says and you don't argue as you both run down the path, past some people who stare in confusion, and past some poles. You turn to see if the cashier is still chasing you, they aren't. They must've gotten tired by the distance.

"Seungmin he's gone, you say pulling his hand to stop. Which he does. You both breathe heavily trying to catch your breaths.

"I just stole a gum why are they being dramatic?" you mumble to yourself.

"What did you steal?" Seungmin asks still catching his breath.

You straighten your back and reach into your pocket pulling out a gum.

"Just a gum" you say innocently but you're surprised when he bursts out laughing. "What? "

"If you were gonna get caught you should've stolen something bigger" he runs his hands through his hair as the adrenaline wears off.

"I couldn't steal something bigger" you defend

"I can tell" he says, tone cheeky.

You stand there, hands gripping your plastic bag, not knowing what to do next. Do you just walk away, run away? What actually, heck do you freaking say?

"You should probably say thank you" seungmin's sultry voice breaks you from your thoughts. It's like he read your mind and you're kinda disappointed with yourself that he had to tell you.

"Ah.. y-you're right" you stammer, as you grip the plastic more.

"Thank you for getting me out" a smile creeps into your face "otherwise I would've been at the station right now" you chuckle which he does too, making you a little more comfortable. You were the nervous kind and if seungmin wasn't there you would've stayed frozen to the ground.

You stare down at the plastic where the reason why you were in the store lies. You grab the can and it's still cold. You hold it out to seungmin who has his eyes elsewhere.

"Here, you" say and he turns to you his eyes falling onto the can.

"What?"

"Take it as my thank you" you smile. He smiles too but **it's** more of a this-silly-girl smile.

He pushes your hand back to you shaking his head. You shiver at his warm touch. Since you came to Paris no guy has gotten you interested, but seungmin seems interesting and you wanna know more.

"Keep it, it's yours" he says like he's the one who's giving it to you and you smile. His eyes watch your lips curl warmly.

You stand a few seconds in silence not knowing what to do next.

"So what now?" You ask

"I'm going to meet up with my friends" he fiddles his fingers in his pockets. "Wanna join? That's if you're free" he asks unsure.

Luckily you are free, well not really, your parents want you home before late, but you don't care right now.

"Yeah I am" you say, your own fingers playing with the end of your Jersey.

"I'm sure they'd be glad to meet you"

Well they weren't super against it but they watched you closely, especially the minho guy.

Hyunjin seemed unfazed not caring that you're the only girl.

"She's a high-school friend" seungmin says, knowing damn well you never knew each other until tonight. You stand a little awkward and nervous not knowing what to say or do.

"It's cool, it's not a big deal" hyunjin says his focus somewhere else. You try to find what has his attention but you can't.

"High school friend my ass, but you're welcome here y/n" his other friend han says patting your shoulder warmly, which makes a smile grow on your face.

"I still don't trust you but you're welcome here" Minho says a little distant and cold. Though he does look like he's genuinely trying to be welcoming.

"Don't worry about him, he doesn't bite" seungmin whispers the last part into your ear.

"Are those snacks?" you turn to han who eyes your bag. You nod and pull out the packet.

"Here you can have them" han smiles warmly.

"Sweet, I'm gonna like you" he walks away eating your snacks.

"Does that mean he doesn't like me right now?" You ask seungmin. He shrugs grinning, hands still in his pocket.

You watch han share the snack with minho, struggling a bit though. Hyunjin has his eyes down the road still distracted.

"Guys we should go before it closes" the distracted man finally speaks breaking his focus and walking down the road. The other two follow hyunjin behind.

"Come on y/n" seungmin says walking ahead of you and you follow like a lost baby duck. You don't even know what you're going into. What do a couple of guys do late night in Paris?

"Where we going?" You ask curious.

"That art store over there" he points and you follow his finger immediately catching sight of said store.

That's one question answered.

"What are we going to do there?" He chuckles at your knitted eyebrows.

"You'll see" he takes your hand and pulls you past the store to stand near a pole as you watch the other three walk into the store. You stand near a pole with your hand in seungmin's and he doesn't seem to want to let go.

His touch is so warm against yours, you don't know what you feel with the way he's holding your hand.

Comfort. That's what it is. And it honestly warms your heart in this cold night. You don't even know why he's holding your hand, but is there supposed to be a reason. Its nice to have somebody to hold your hand. Its nice to have a hand to hold in this cold.

You look at your connected hands then you look at seungmin who's looking behind you, probably at the store door. You continue to admire his feature, heavenly blessed featuresm you think.

Seungmin can feel your gaze burn into his skin and so he turns to look at you.

"What?" He asks voice low and smooth, you're close enough to smell the cigarette from his breath, but it doesn't bother you, you just enjoy your proximity.

"Nothing" you turn away feeling your cheeks heat up under his stare. He also takes this time to admire your face, your pretty features. It's been a while since he's met a girl like you in Paris, that's if he has met any.

He doesn't know what but he feels something when you look at him, he noticed it when you stared at him in the store. You stared at him like you were worried he might get caught, worried for him. He could literally see you beg him to just leave it but again they also told him to take it and see what happens. He never even planned on saying anything to you, didn't want to linger any longer in the store. But he went against his own judgement and spoke to you.

He told you to steal for the fun of it, to scare you even but he didn't expect you to do it. He was kind of impressed that you did it but also disappointed that you did what a stranger said, were you so naive. He doubts you are, you wouldn't have done it if you really didn't want to. He guesses you really did just want to do it. And after your attempt at thieft he knew he had to keep you by him, all night or forever. Maybe he can teach you how to get better at not getting caught.

"Tell me what's on your mind" he asks eyes still on yours. His stare makes you nervous but you're still able to hold eye contact.

"I'm just wondering why we're here?"

"Is there somewhere you wanna be? " he raises a brow at you.

You shake your head "No I just.." you shy away from saying. Seungmin doesn't pry on your unfinished sentence.

"Hyujin had his eye on a certain art book" he turns back to the door.

"Oh, so he's just buying a book" you say naively.

Seungmin laughs. It's like you haven't caught on. You feel him grip your hand as you hear the store door open. It's minho.

"No" seungmin answers you.

Suddenly he turns to face you and with a suspicious grin he speaks sharply.

"Don't let go of my hand" you're confused and want to ask but can't when minho taps seungmin's shoulder sharply.

"Lets go" minho syas hurriedly and starts running and so do you and seungmin. You want to ask but don't bother. What you've learnt today is ask no questions, run.

As you're running you turn and see hyunjin and han run behind you. No one's chasing you guys though. You run and watch seungmin's hair blow as the wind passes by, he has a smirk on his face and you can't help but smile as well, enjoying the thrill of running for no reason and having someone holding your hand not letting go of you.

Once you've all gotten far enough you stop and catch your breaths.

"Are you okay y/n" seungmin asks more concerned for you than for catching his breath. You give him a thumps up hands on your thighs, trying to sustain a stable rhythm of breath.

"Why are we running, no one's chasing us" you straighten your posture.

"For a head start.." han starts.

"...just incase they start to chase us" minho finishes.

You stay silent thinking.

"Fuck that was amazing" hyunjin exclaims excitedly running his hand through his hair. You hear seungmin laugh.

"Finally got that book you wanted huh?"

"Yep" hyunjin exclaims "the best book for art enthusiasts" he smirks admiring the book.

"They probably won't notice until..." han scrunches his face " I don't know actually" he has confused look on his face.

"It doesn't even matter" minho adds zipping up his Jersey.

You pause analysing their conversation.

"Wait you guys are thieves?" You whisper-shout finally getting it.

"So are you babe" seungmin says. You guys start walking you're not sure where to but your legs move.

"No like serious thieves" you clarify " not like casual cigarette thieves" you say that part looking at seungmin's who's now pulling out a cigarette and handing one to everyone.

"What did you think babe" he tries hand you one but you shake your head.

"I'll share yours" you say and seungmin nods not minding. You do smoke, you just didn't want to have a full one today.

"It's like a part time thing though" han clarifies lighting his cigarette.

You walk dumbfounded, well you suspected it but damn, you're surprised.

"What? are scared?" Seungmin asks and you shudder when he places his weighted hand around your shoulder.

"No I'm not" how can you be, "this is exciting" you never knew it but you guess this is the excitement you've been waiting for. Late nights runs with Paris boys.

"What else do you guys do?" You ask stuffing your face with the sandwiches minho bought. You're now getting comfortable around them

They all stare at you confused.

"Like you steal? Okay. But do you like, gamble, drugs..." you pause "murder?"

They all laugh and look at you like you're crazy.

"Hold your horses princess" hyunjin says "we only steal, that's it" He adds diving into his food.

"We only steal what we need" han states.

"And some other things for fun" minho adds seemingly reminiscing on a memory, which han catches onto and laughs.

Your face falls in understanding.

"What?" Seungmin asks and you turn to him. "Are you into that kinda stuff sweetheart?" He leans into you and your heart beat quickens.

"N-no" you stammer. He leans back and chuckles.

"I would've been surprised cause you can barely steal without getting caught" he mocks you and you smack his shoulder.

"Jerk"

"So y/n what are you into" hyunjin asks. You stare confused.

"Like hyunjin's into art and stuff and seungmin's into cigarettes and the thrill..." you tune out the rest of han's explanation finally getting it.

"Oh yeah, I'm into clothes. Like fashion" you say.

"That's good cause there's like a stop around the corner" minho adds and your eyebrows knit.

"Why does that matter?"

"Cause we're gonna get you some clothes baby" seungmin smirks.

You'd never have thought you'd be wandering around Paris and stealing clothes. Obviously you didn't go to any high-end stores, you'd be caught in a flash. Instead the boys took you to some store. You know the store, you even know the owner. You usually come here to thrift and buy fabric.

"Y/n how have you been" she greets and you greet back warmly as though you're not here to steal from her.

"Some new fabrics have come in I think you'd like them" she tells you as the boys look around. "Want me to show you?" She asks sweetly but you decline.

"Maybe next time", you give her the best not awkward smile you can.

"Y/n come check out what you want", Seungmin calls out, and you follow. The owner stares suspiciously at the boys.

You go through a series of clothes and the boys take notes of the ones you like and want.

"I like this one" you exclaim running your hands over the body-fitting dress you're trying on.

"Yeah it brings out your curves" Seungmin says eyeing your figure and you blush. Somehow his compliment doesn't sound creepy, if it was any other man you'd be cussing him out.

"Take it off and give it to minho" he says kinda bossy and you smirk, he's cute when he's giving out commands. You do as he says and give the dress to minho.

"So you're gonna pay for that one and they're gonna pack up the rest" he says to minho and then turns to you.

"And you baby are gonna take her to check out those fabrics" he caresses your cheek and you shudder.

"But I told her no"

"And now you're gonna go back there and tell her yes, okay?" With the way he's looking at you, you can't help but obey.

And you do. The owner escorts you to the back to check the materials as the boys leave the store with your other clothes. It's a night shift, so she's alone with no other employees.

"Your parents called" the lady speaks and you turn to her "they asked if you were here"

"And what did you say?"

"I told them no" you groan "I can't keep lying for you y/n"

You know she can't, she can only lie so far. You sigh.

"You need to go home y/n" she sounds like the angel on your shoulder right now. You need to go home but you won't. You can't leave this new-found excitement.

You can't leave Seungmin.

"I will" you lie.

You walk out of the store and look around for the boys. They're walking down the road, so you ran after them.

"Hey, you left me."

"We didn't, head start, remember" hyunjjn says, holding your bag. You hum.

"So where are we going now?"

"To drink" Seungmin says.

...

You laugh and giggle over stories as you scrunch your face at the burning trail the liquid leaves on your throat.

"Have you never drank alcohol?" Seungmin says analysing the scrunched-up look on your face.

"I have" you straighten your face "this one's just kinda strong"

Seungmin takes a sip of your cup, clearing the liquid like it's nothing. You scoff.

"You're such a show off" You joke and Seungmin tightens his hold around your waist.

"Im glad you noticed" he whispers against your ear, causing your body to shiver.

"We should head out now" hyunjin says standing up. "Are you coming Seungmin?" He nods to you and Seungmin.

"Ahh. I think I'll join you guys later" he turns to face you "there's somewhere i wanna take y/n" you give him a confused.

...

"Where are you taking me?" You ask Seungmin as he drags you through the night.

"You'll see"

After walking and wandering around, Seungmin stops in front of a fountain. The water shoots out artistically as the lights allow the water to glow; the blue makes it look like a fairytale. You've seen this fountain before; you know it. But it looks and feels different under the circumstances you're in. Under the thrill and excitement Seungmin's brought you,

You're so caught up in the moment that you don't notice Seungmin take off his hoodie and jump into the fountain, which is illegal.

"It's so cold!" He exclaims, and you catch sight of a wet seungmin.

"Seungmin, what the hell are you doing?" You say, placing your hands on the edge of it.

"Taking a swim," he says, laughing and laying back. The fountain's deep enough for the water to reach his waist.

You laugh as Seungmin moves around, enjoying the water. He has this big and welcoming smile on his face that rubs itself onto you.

"You can get in trouble, you know?" You whisper-shout over his splashes.

"I know, and that's why you should join me." As he says the last part, he swishes his hand in the water and throws it in your direction.

"Ah," you scream, wiping water off your face.

"Come join me."

"Nope"

"I'm going to drag you in then," he says, moving to you and pulling you in. You don't even have time to react when your body is pulled into water.

Seungmin holds you so that you don't drown, even though it's not possible.

"Seungmin, we're going to get in trouble," you tell him, concerned.

"All that we've done tonight, and this is when you're worried about getting in trouble," he whispers as his eyes momentarily move to your lips. He's right, though.

"We won't be here long," he reassures you, his eyes falling on your lips again.

You look around a bit, not seeing anyone around. When you turn, you find Seungmin eyeing you, and you begin to blush.

"What?" You ask him shyly as he moves closer to you. His nose brushes against yours, and your hands move by themselves to his soaked chest. His thumb brushes your cheek as he smirks.

"I just think you look even cuter under the fountain lights." He doesn't let you react as his lips meet yours. His mouth is warm on you as his tongue brushes against yours. Your grip on his chest tightens, and his own grip tightens on your hips. He pulls you impossibly closer; his hand moves to your cheek, deepening the kiss and not allowing you to move.

"I'm so glad I met you tonight," he says in between breaths, causing you to smile against his lips.

You would've never guessed that tonight you'd be kissing some guys you met in the fountain that you've thought about swimming in before.

Before he can move his hands any further down your body, a bright light flashing in both your faces stops you.

"HEY!!" The security guard screams and starts running towards you.

"Shit"

"Come on." You both leave the water, and when your bodies detach, the cold of the night engulfs the both of you, the only warmth being from Seungmin's hand that's holding you as you run.

The water drips from your clothes, leaving a trail behind. Your clothes slightly pull you down, but the adrenaline helps you defy gravity and run fast.

Seungmin pulls you into a dark tunnel, and by this time, the guard, due to his physical limitations, couldn't catch up to you.

You lean against the wall as Seungmin stands in front of you, laughing.

"That was wild," you laugh.

"You should get used to it," he starts. "That's if you're going to be riding with us." He stares at you, waiting for an answer.

"Are you?"

It feels like a hard question, but you already know your answer.

"Yeah, I am," you say confidently. Seungmin smiles at your confidence.

"Then we should get going," he says, starting to walk.

"Going where?" You follow behind him.

"The boys and I were planning on going out of town," and, like on cue, a black open-roofed car stops in front of the both of you.

"And since you're a part of us, you're coming," he says, opening the car door, and you get in.

"Why are you guys all wet?" Hyunjin asks from the driver's seat.

Seungmin smirks at you: "Had some fun at the fountain.“

You chuckle, reminiscing on the recent memory.

You're not hundred percent sure what you've gotten yourself into, but you're here for it.

You're here for whatever Seungmin has for you.

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Where are all my seungmin babes.🤭

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sinning5sos · 8 months

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Having a baby with Luke would include...

3/4 in the father-to-be series :

Luke ~ so nervous to be a father that he overcompensates for everything during your pregnancy

You were humming to yourself in the kitchen, the smell of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven throughout the air and Luke came in through the front door.

“Honey I’m home!” He called out, and you smiled as he found his way to the kitchen, “Oh you can smell those suckers outside.”

“Sorry, had a craving,” You answered and he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands gliding over your stomach.

“I love your cravings,” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, “And I love you. How’s baby Hemmings and Mama Hemmings?”

“Baby is content now that they’ve had some cookie dough, Mama is tired because the baby won't let me sleep.”

“How about I finish baking and you go lay down?” He offered, and you giggled as you shook your head.

“I don’t want hockey pucks Lu,” You replied, and he rolled his eyes but accepted it.

“Fine, but I’ll at least order dinner and pick out a movie. What sort of food are you thinking of?”

“Hmm, I could go for some Chinese or even just pasta. Something with noodles I guess.” You responded, and he nodded as he moved from behind you and sat at the counter instead.

“Two more months baby,” He had a big smile on his face as he said, “I’m going to put the crib together tomorrow and then we can finish painting the nursery.”

“Sounds good to me. Have you ordered the food yet?” You asked, and he chuckled.

“It’ll be here in twenty, think you can make it that long?” He asked. You shook your head then opened the fridge again, looking for some sort of snack until then.

“It seems that it doesn’t matter how much I eat, I’m just always hungry.” You mumbled, grabbing a cheese stick from the bottom drawer and sat next to him at the island.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and you leaned into his touch.

“Many times, but I’d love to hear it again.”

“I love you, and the baby that you are carrying and the life that we get to live together.” He murmured, “I love your strength and your joy.”

“I love you too,” You whispered, turning his chin so you could kiss him properly.

Other pregnancy things would include -

His head laying in your lap and singing to your stomach

Gasping so loudly when he could feel the baby kick or move at all

Lots of support from his family, including Liz ordering a sweatshirt for herself that says Nana Hemmings on it

Special souvenirs from all the places he would go to

Like an entire shelf of snowglobes or silly stuffed animals

Luke would be ready the entire last few weeks of your pregnancy

Like anything out of the normal he’s trying to rush you to the hospital and you’d have to talk him down every time

Until finally you are going into labor but you’re trying to convince him that it’s not until he’s fully panicking and calling the hospital and his mom and your mom

#sinning5sos #luke hemmings #5sos #5sos smut #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagines #Luke blurb #5sos blurbs #5 seconds of summer luke #5sos Luke blurb #dad!luke #lrh #lrh blurb #lrh imagine

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As a former 1D/5sos fan, I used to ran multiple stan accounts (including ones for their gfs, cringe i know 🙇🏼‍♀️😅) but, i’d imagined hurricane! anthony actually ran a stan account kate. And he always be fans’ #1 source on anything kate 😂😂😂

Anthony spending 90% of his time of a stan account that the entire world knows he runs sending out top quality updates like

He's obsessed with his girl. Sue him. Everything she does is delightful to him. Even when she leaves every single cabinet door open in the kitchen, and she folds towels like a lunatic: He still loves it. He loves everything about her, and part of him can't believe that he went this long without having this level of connection with someone. Because it's nice when Kate kisses his temple and rests his head on her lap while he plays his Dad's old guitar. And he loves that she comes to every one of his concerts that she can. And she reads to him from her book before bed every night, and even when they decide not to spend the night together she knows he's going to knock on her door anyway, and she'll answer the door with Newton in her arms and tuck Anthony's face against her neck, humming while he breathes her in deeply.

"I missed you."

"I know you did, Babe. Come on. Bed time."

So he's not sorry for letting everyone knows how much he loves her.

Because he knows he never could have had this connection with anyone else.

And her left eyebrow is his favourite one.

#the pomelo sailor moon drink is real I had it today it was dope #like a hurricane #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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A Moment's Surprise--Chapter 8

Whether it’s called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.

Reader (Gender Neutral) X Calum. Multi-chapter Series.

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You look up over to the dresser. Though it’s far, you can tell Calum’s still in frame but something is happening just out of the lens of the camera. Through your earbuds, you catch his laughter and he starts to respond to someone--it might be Luke or Michael, you’re not really sure. You turn your attention back to your uncle who’s got his hands on his hip, assessing the mattress, bedframe, and the wall shelving unit that need to be taken out. It will be a slow process to build the room, but you wanted to get the room cleared before you felt like you might become utterly useless.

“I think we should go mattress and frame first. I’ll take it down to the storage unit with Joy and then you can clear some of those shelves off. That way at least one of us is making progress on something,” your uncle proposes.

The bedding was stripped last night. It’s a spare room that Calum made into a second guest room when he first got the house. But now it is time for it to face a new challenge.

“And you said, you’re keeping that dresser, right?” Joy asks.

You nod. “Yes.” From your ears, you hear Calum agree. “And it’s a yes from Calum too.” You tried having him over the speaker, but between you and the folks here and Calum at the venue there was a bit too much of an echo, so you volunteered to be the medium.

“How hard is it to repurpose a dresser?” Calum asks.

“Just have to sand it if it's not smooth and then paint it,” you return looking over to your phone.

“We can do that when the Latin American leg ends, Mum and I. Or me and one of the boys. Whichever works,” he offers.

You alert Joy and she nods. “Won’t be the first time,” she laughs. “But do you two know which color yet?”

“I like the darker blue, almost navy color. Calum likes the softer green. So one of those two,” you answer. “And the softer green would go better.”

“Like I said it would,” Calum interjects. You only wave him off at the remark.

“So, bed first, then the shelves and we’re leaving the dresser? Asking for confirmation before I break out the power tools and then someone decides they can’t part,” your uncle teases. The room, and Calum, all agree to the plan.

There’s other smaller furniture, a bedside table, some lighting fixtures and the rug that will need to be switched out. But all that’s small stuff that doesn’t worry you or Joy too much. You earn a pointed look from your uncle and he and Joy will get the mattress off and out of the room, but you could start disassembling the bed frame once they were out of the way. Before the work gets too much underway, you grab your phone off the dresser and then slip out of the room.

“Be careful today,” Calum asks. He wanted to be there for the conversations about what was staying and what was being put up in storage.

“We will be. Kick ass today on stage.”

He nods with a smile. “Only because you’re asking.”

You shake your head. “No, you’re talented beyond belief. When you come back home we’ll look at the paint and settle on a dresser color.”

“Sounds good. Let me know when you all get done, yeah?”

“You got it. Were you able to study today?”

“I will for a little bit after this call. But we do have soundcheck so not too much longer,” Calum returns.

“I don’t want to impede too much. I’ll update you on anything and everything happening on this end.”

“Love you,” he offers softly.

“Love you too, Cal.”

“Also the belly band is hot.”

You laugh. “Calum.”

He shrugs. “Felt like you should know.” He knows you bought it just to help support the baby and help relieve some of the pressure in your lower back. But none of that stops him from being honest with you.

“Have I told you I loved you today?” you ask.

“Some might say you have.”

The giggles that leave Calum make your chest warm. “Well so all say I do: I love you. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Calum nods, “Love you too.”

The call disconnects and you pause only long enough to get the phone and headphones in a safe place before you delve into the depths of the guestroom. Your uncle and Joy are already moving the mattress down the hall and you get to work to get bolts and screws out of the metal of the frame. The headboard is easy to get detached. The rest of it takes longer. But by the time your uncle comes back after getting the headboard back into his pickup, you and Joy have managed to get almost half of the bed frame disassembled.

The work isn’t hard. Mostly tedious to make sure that all the screws and bolts get safely stashed away in case you and Calum do decide to use the furniture in the future. Though you wanted to opt to either donate or sell it, Calum wanted to save it just in case. It wasn’t worth the debate so you agreed to keep it though you did make it clear that you thought that in a year or two it would be worth reassessing. Would you and Calum be moving into a bigger place? Would there be more children to consider?

Duke whines from the crate in the master bedroom. You peek your head inside and he looks up at you, his big eyes unsure of why he’s not allowed to roam free. “I know it’s not fun bubbas. Just for a little bit longer,” you coo. You do wait just a bit longer to see if the whine is more like the need to be let out. But after a moment, Duke settles back down.

Clearing the shelf didn’t seem like it would take too long. There were a few books, some decor to take down. But as you clear one shelf, you realize just how much you might have underestimated the few nicks knacks that found residency on the shelf.

“Curse my inability to not buy decor,” you sigh.

As you pull down books and vases, you wonder what else you will be putting up. Will there be certificates and diplomas? Will it be trophies and awards? What will this room become when your little boy is born and bouncing around in the world?

You get about a third of the shelves cleared before Joy and your uncle return. When they do, they each take a portion of the shelf and clear it away with you. You tape up more boxes, separating out the books from decor, decor from Calum’s own memorabilia. You tuck those boxes into a corner once they are full.

“Do you remember how he got this together?” Your uncle asks, wiping his forehead with an old white rag from his back pocket.

“Well, unfortunately, Calum had it up before I knew him. From what I can tell, it’s bolted together with braces in the back but it’s not bolted to the wall,” you answer.

“Is he performing right now?” Joy asks, trying to find a clock to gauge the time.

“I know he said he was going to study and then he had soundcheck, but I think we might still have a couple hours. Worth calling,” you offer and then head back to the master bedroom to find your phone.

It’s only a few swipes and clicks to find Calum’s name. You hold the phone to your ear, only dialing a phone call. It rings for a moment and then you can hear the call connecting. “Hey, love. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. We got the bed out. I’m calling because we’re a bit stumped on the shelves. Do you remember how you got them together?”

“Oh,” Calum starts. “Hm, that feels like ages ago. FaceTime me. I might remember something better if I see it.”

“One second.” You bring the video up and get the shelf into focus. “Can you see it?”

“Yeah, I can. If I remember correctly Ashton and I put braces on the back to attach the separate units together. And then each unit was just the sides and shelves screwed in really.”

Your uncle shimmies one side off the wall. “I can see braces. Shouldn’t be hard.”

“I knew I was forgetting something before I left,” Calum mutters.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“I was going to leave some instructions, or see if I could dig out the ones that came with the units. I know I saved them. But I just didn’t get to it,” he answers.

“No harm, no foul,” you return. “Thanks, we appreciate you remembering something. It was looking dire for your shelves.”

Calum laughs. “I mean, do what you must.”

Joy and your uncle take the charge of disassembling the shelving units. You try to keep up with the screws and brackets as they come. An hour later, the units themselves are completely disassembled. Though the plan was to get those to the storage unit today too, you offer to let that wait another day. It’s fine in the room and as long as the door stays closed you’re not worried about Duke getting into things he doesn’t need to get into.

“Thank god,” your uncle laughs, sitting on the floor against the wall where the bed was just a few hours ago. “Thought you had me come all this way just to kill me.”

You only grin before responding, “Never. I’d wait until the job was done.”

Joy rests an arm around your shoulder. “As you should. Let’s order something, yeah? I’m too pooped to do anything else,” she laughs.

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By the time Calum returns from the Latin American leg of the tour, the guest room is merely a ghost. He spends just a few hours sorting through the stuff you boxed up and then decides to let the guys have first dibs should they want anything before it goes off for donation. And though it was barely two weeks that Calum was gone, he sees just how much time has actually gone.

The barely hidden bump is now protruding more for you. His clothes never really hid anything unless you went for his severely oversized items and now those are just barely making the cut. In bed, two nights after Calum’s return, he settles next to your stomach, fingers lightly tracing over the more prominent stretch marks. “You’re getting so big, baby,” he whispers to your stomach. “Can’t wait to meet you. I can’t wait to sneak you your first ice cream before dinner, and scare away all the monsters from underneath your bed. Or maybe you’re not even scared of the dark. Yeah, you’re probably not.”

You watch, back up against pillows and a book in hand as Calum lays on his side. He’s gone and bleached the strands. He called it one of his last ditch efforts to be young. It feels dramatic to you, but don’t impede his whims. Your fingers trail over his scalp, but you remain silent otherwise.

“What’s going to be your favorite color, hmm? Maybe it goes in phases. Gonna prove dear old dad, right with green? Or maybe you’re just looking to prove me wrong? Going side with your matua, I bet. I hope you have their eyes. My cheeks though--it’s a just a Hood thing. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

The book’s no longer interesting and you shut it close just to listen to Calum.

The place where his palm rests receives a small kick from the baby. “Oh, am I disturbing you?” he laughs.

You stretch just a little to grab your phone that you placed beside you on the mattress. Once it’s in your grasps, you unlock it to take a video.

“What do you think about football? And not that American kind, I mean like proper footie. Your pops almost went that route. Have I ever told you that?” Calum pauses and then nods, like he got an actual response. “I’ll have to tell you again when you’re out. But yeah, I almost went pro. You’d probably never believe me until I showed you a few tricks. But can I tell you a secret?” Another pause. “Doesn’t matter to me what you want to do really. I’m going to be there. You’re going to be sick of me showing you off, kid. But I already love you so much. That’s the secret really. You’re still growing in there and I already love you. And I always will.” Calum presses a kiss to the side of your stomach.

You end the recording and try to get your phone tucked away discreetly. Not that the need to be covert really matters as Calum doesn’t even seem to notice as he snuggles in a little closer to you. From below you, you catch the slightly muffled warning, “Don’t fart, please,” Calum asks.

“At this point, I can’t say I’m the one deciding,” you snort.

Calum pops his head up, unsure if it was your laugh or not. “I still have shows, you know? I can’t afford to be in urgent care. My tour manager will kill me.”

With a wiggle of your fingers, you get Calum to sit up fully. “I’ll make sure to resuricate you.”

The kiss you two share is soft, but still manages to make your body warm as your fingers trail over his sides. Calum laughs into the kiss. “And you called me sex motivated.”

You drop your head onto the headboard, the fabric soft behind your skull. “Shut up.”

His kisses slide over your jaw. “Never.”

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