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Smut - Dirty Talk (2) Masterlist

part one

Camera Guy - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton, luke/calum/ashton E, 12k

Summary: Calum briefly glances up at him through his lashes, mouth still on Ashton’s skin. He wonders in a somewhat mocking tone, “What, and you’re gonna film it for us too, huh?”

“I mean if you guys want me to," Luke replies.

Certain That I'm Yours (ao3) - K_CALM_N michael/calum E, 4k

Summary: Michael feels guilty after taking Calum’s virginity and doesn’t want to fuck him in case he hurts him again. Calum doesn’t agree with this so he figures out a way to get Michael to fuck him.

Court Five - takemymoneycth luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 21k

Summary: A story in which a young college tennis player maybe likes his new coach a little too much.

Down with Drumsticks (ao3) - felixandtae luke/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: Luke wasn't even the kinky one. Not in the way that he thought of the kinks; he only liked them when Ashton asked to try them. So, he had no idea why he was so insistent on fucking Ashton with his drumsticks.

(or basically this hasn't been done with Ashton being fucked and it was a long time waiting and i'm impatient)

Eat Me (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt michael/luke M, 14k

Summary: "Michael’s bottle green eyes are absolutely shining and Luke has to take a second to appreciate the beauty before him. Luke convinces himself it’s not weird to think things like that because it’s so obviously a fact. Michael is a beautiful boy, the prettiest Luke’s ever seen, and it makes Luke’s heart pound to think that he’s his best friend. How did he get so lucky?"

Michael is upset that none of his bandmates want to take him to a deserted island and eat him so Luke makes him feel better. In doing so, he discovers the feelings he has for his best friend are a little stronger than he ever intended.

for you are not beside but within me (ao3) - elysianhood luke/calum E, 11k

Summary: Calum pulled Luke up with his blonde locks by his right hand and wrapped his left tightly around his throat, restricting his airway, and leaned in close to the teary blue eyes, hissing threateningly, ‘You never – ever – speak to me like that ever again, you filthy slut. Ever. You don’t fucking tell me what to do. You’re just a fucktoy, remember? A dirty, fucking whore. That’s all you’ll ever be.’

or; Luke was a bad boy and Calum isn't happy.

Hey, Neighbor! - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton E, 17k

Summary: “So, to recap—” Calum says, waving his hand and cocking his brow— “you invented an imaginary beef with your neighbor over lawn care so you could have hate sex fantasies about him? Am I getting that right?”

Ashton sighs, shoulders slumping. “It sounds crazy when you say it.”

Late - @daydadahlias​​​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) E, 9k

Summary: Calum loves when Luke comes over late. When Luke comes over late, he has to stay the night.

Make Me Make Bad Decisions (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/ashton E, 7k

Summary: Michael and Calum dare Luke to do something and Ashton takes a liking to it.

Princess (ao3) - K_CALM_N michael/calum E, 3k

Summary: Calum is short and gets shit for it but Michael always makes him feel better.

Snow in Love (ao3) - plushyluke luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 7k

Summary: "in that cold instant, ashton put his hands back on the steering wheel. watching him back out of the parking space was torment. luke felt like there was a beast inside of him, clawing and desperate to be set free. aching to get ashton alone. to spend a second with him uninterrupted."

or ashton takes the 5sos boys on a snowy vacation, and luke is disappointed that it wasn't an opportunity to hook up.

Special (ao3) - FayeHunter michael/calum E, 1k

Summary: Michael gets a nice outfit and a way to torment Calum

Spit Me Out Like Hot Wasabi (ao3) - takemymoneycth michael/calum E, 4k

Summary: Michael had never enjoyed parties. But what happens when at one of Ashton Irwin's, he meets Calum, a sex god who looks like he came straight from his wet dreams? (hint: it starts with a s and ends with an ex)

That's Money, Honey (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/calum, ashton/ofc E, 22k

Summary: "Excuse me?" Calum calls, gesturing for the bartender and waiting for him to come over before continuing. "Who is that, over there? The boy on stage."

Michael doesn't even have to look, already smiling and nodding as he tops off Calum's already half-gone whiskey. "That's Luke." Michael explains and Calum nods, sipping at his whiskey again as he watches Luke dance, body swaying fluidly in front of several men dressed pretty similarly to how Calum is. "He tends to attract the uh, black card crowd." Michael says, handing Calum back his own black card.

Or: Calum makes Luke his sugar baby.

we're both showing hearts (ao3) - rory_the_dragon luke/ashton E, 17k

Summary: It's a pair of panties.

Ashton has to work very hard to pretend that he doesn't see the pinkness of Luke's cheeks for the rest of the show, doesn't see the small furtive looks Luke keeps shooting him, the way Luke keeps dicking about with this pair of pink panties, always in his hands as he runs about the stage, but he does. He might have to pretend for the cameras and the thousands of people around them but he sees all of it.

(Or: the lingerie fic)

You Gon' Have To Do It At My Tempo (ao3) - senioritastyles ot4 E, 4k

Summary: The boys have a competition to see who gets to touch Luke first.

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[xoxmandaspandaxox]

Causal 1D 5SOS RP!! 20+

✨Heyy!!✨

I've been missing RP recently and have a liiill bit of time free for one! I do doubles so it's fair and can play anyone out of 1/5 or 1/4 you'd like! if there's some one else you'd like just lemme know and I'll try my best to get their vibe! (I love a good ol' Harry, or Calum myself ❤️)

As for plots, the more creative the better! Love fantasy or a really good normal world plot! I don't have any hard no's for RP's that I can think of 🤔 but we can discuss that later 🥰

Love the thought on working together to make stories we loooooveee!✨

Dm me if ur interested or wanna talk about it more! I'm more active on weekends or night time! TTYS!!

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[folkloresthings]

JANE EYRE — send a fandom + info about you (including gender preference) and i’ll tell you who i ship you with.

Hi Becca!! First of all, congratulations on your milestone and thank you so much for this event!! I love your writings, it made me feel things I can’t describe heheheh 🍾🎉 Here I am requesting for F1 driver 😍

About me — I am a 170 cm person (a non-binary) and pansexual. I am a southeast asian person with brown eyes (honestly, I really love my eyes because even though it’s underneath minimal lighting, the light brown colour still can be seen), black hair, and I must say my body is a midsize one. Honestly, talking about clothes, I don’t really have specific style but if I may say, it’s like a modern Slytherin student (a little bit weird but I think you understand) because I am not just sticking in masculine side nor the feminine side. I am a communication student who’s taking their interest in media studies. I am a good listener at heart but also don’t mind to say their mind out loud if something is bothering them. I am a “I dont hesitant to talk to people first” introvert too. I speak English and French if that’s included.

My interests — are media and gender studies, music (I am a guitar and bass player), sports like F1 and football (I support Arsenal), graphic design, and books. I listen to alot of bands but my main is 5SOS and Nothing But Thieves. Madison Beer, Taylor Swift, keshi, clinton kane, stray kids are the other musicians that I like. I love Harry Potter too! (you can guess my house from the paragraph above). I also love coffee so much hahaha T__T I write poetry song, and stories in my spare time.

Additional — my friend and I associate myself with the colour green, tall pines and forests. In the king, poet and soldier, I am a king. Hehe :3

thank u sweetheart!!

i ship you with: esteban ocon! he’s a big comic and fantasy nerd so harry potter movie marathons are a must for date nights. loves when you speak your mind for him, maybe if someone’s saying something about his driving. the second you curse them out in french, he’s in love. adores when you teach him to play bass, but he just uses it as an excuse to be close to you. takes you to every football game you want to go to. carries around the poems you wrote for him, reading one before every race as his good luck charm.

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[flannelpunkcalum]

For fairytail!5sos could you do a blurb with a modern day vampire!Luke where he's overdue to feed and it's making him really weak. And you're a witch so he's avoiding asking to feed from you because he doesn't want to crave your blood from the magic. So you have to coax him into feeding (cause he's about to pass out) by telling him that the craving thing is fake (it's just a myth spread by witches who didn't want to get bitten by vampires).

yeah for sure!! HAPPY BLURB NIGHT GUYS BTW FIRST ONE OF THE KNIGHT

“Hey, d’you wanna go see Venom with me next week?” Luke nodded sleepily, opening his mouth so Y/N could see his fangs. “Luke!”

“Mm?” He hummed, blue eyes sliding over to meet hers. 

“I asked if you wanted to see the movie, not if I could get some venom.” She said, looking hard at him. Luke and Y/N had been roommates for a while - birds of a supernatural feather tended to stick together, and this way she could get vampire venom for her potions for free. Something was up. “Are you alright?”

Luke squinted at her from the kitchen table, running a hand through his hair. “There’s a movie?” He mumbled. If he was human Y/N would have kicked him out of the kitchen and made him go to bed, but vampires didn’t need sleep. For Luke to be this loopy, something else had to be going on. 

“Luke,” She said, turning off the burner of the stove, “when’s the last time you fed?”

“Don’t ask me to do math, Y/N.” He frowned at her, scrunching up his nose. 

Okay, so that wasn’t good. 

Y/N hadn’t asked Luke much about the specifics of feeding, but she’d seen him like this a few times. Harry, a vamp even older than Luke, had warned her that he’d pass out and eventually fall into a deathlike state if he went too long without eating, but she’d never really have cause to worry. Usually he’d have plans to go out that night, and come back bright-eyed and strong. 

“Luke, you gotta eat.”

Her roommate shook his head. “’M not going out like this. Haz is brig - um, bringin’ a blood bag by tomorrow night.” 

There was no way Luke was gonna make it that long. Y/N was getting worried. She’d offered to let him feed off her before, but he had never, uh, bitten. Right now, though, he didn’t have much of a choice. “Luke,” She said, coming right over to him, “you need to eat.”

Before she was even within arms reach - “No,” Luke said, looking even paler.

“Luke, come on, you’re freaking me out. Just take a little and I’ll stop bothering you.” Y/N said, taking a step closer, but Luke lurched out of his chair to avoid her. Jesus. She reached out and caught him before he hit the ground, sagging under his weight. “Okay. Taking you to the couch.” She mumbled, dragging him to the living room. She could feel his cold lips brushing against her neck as she helped him lie down, tried not to think about it.

“Thanks for offering, baby.” He mumbled as she drew back. “Not gonna fall for it, though.”

“What?”

“You know your blood is… ’s cursed, Y/N, an’ I can’t be craving my roommate.” Luke said.

Y/N leaned back to get a good look at him. He didn’t seem more delirious than before, but what the fuck was that supposed to mean? “I’m cursed?”

“Not you. Witches.” Luke said, catching her hand in both of his. “You know. Y'drink a witch’s blood, you…” He turned her hand over in his, tracing the spaces between the tendons of her fingers. “It consumes you. ’S all you can think about, you turn feral.”

Y/N blinked. “Like, you mean the myth?”

“What?” At least Luke was conscious enough to look surprised.

“It’s not true. It’s just something witches say to keep vamps from attacking you. My mom told me to say it when I was a kid.” Y/N said, kneeling down by Luke’s side.

“Why d'you smell so good, then?”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” Luke said, releasing her hand and heaving himself up on his elbows. “You sure it’s safe?”

Y/N felt her heartbeat pick up. He was really gonna bite her, wasn’t he? She’d never been a snack for anyone before. “Promise.” She said, swallowing hard.

They were frozen there for a long moment, meeting each other’s eyes, trying each other out. “I-I will feed off you, then. If it’s okay.” Luke said, taking a deep breath.

“Thank god.” Y/N groused. She wasn’t really pissed off, but she couldn’t let Luke see how nervous she was. He needed to eat. “Where do you want me?”

Luke sat up to make room for her, tearing his eyes away. “Uh, come up here next to me.” He said, patting the space on the couch. “D'you mind if I take from your neck?”

Y/N knew there were other points, but the neck was the easiest, and even though Luke was rallying to feed she didn’t want any accidents. “No.” She said, sitting next to him. Luke immediately started smoothing the hair back from her neck, twisting his body to face hers. “Is this gonna hurt?” She asked before she could stop herself.

Luke paused in his preparations. “This is your first time?” He said, so close she could feel his breath on her skin.

“Kind of, yeah.” Y/N glanced at Luke.

Thank god he was still conscious enough to take care of her. “You should lie down, then.” He said, gently pressing her until she was fully supported by the armrest of the couch. “It’s gonna hurt at first, just like getting a needle, but it feels really really good after.” Luke was hovering over her, all of a sudden, one leg between hers on the couch. After offering for weeks, it was happening, and so fast.

“Hey.” Luke caught one of her hands in his. “You still good, baby?”

He must have caught the nervous look in her eye. “You need it.” She said, nodding. “I’m good, Luke, I promise.”

Luke let out a deep breath. Technically, he only needed to breathe when he was talking, and it comforted her a little to see lingering humanity. “Okay. I want you to squeeze my hand while ’m feeding, okay? As soon as you want me to stop, you just let go.”

Y/N nodded, squeezing his hand quickly to show he understood. “Good girl.” He said easily, using his free hand to tilt her head back. It was really happening. “Deep breath, okay?”

Y/N shut her eyes and squeezed his hand and nodded. She could feel Luke’s nose trace along her neck as she inhaled, the brush of his lips, and as she breathed out - she couldn’t help it, she whimpered as his teeth sunk into her skin.

It was not like getting a needle. Y/N kept squeezing Luke’s hand, trying her best to keep still as a hot pain spread through the side of her neck. Luke needed this, she knew, and the venom had to kick in soon, but this was - she bit down hard on her lip to endure it.

After the longest seconds of her life, the edge disappeared from the pain. Y/N wrapped an arm around Luke’s waist as he let his teeth out of her neck, and as his cold lips wrapped over the wound to drink her blood she almost moaned. The feeling went right through her. She found herself squeezing his hand hard to keep him from pulling away. Luke was making these hungry little noises, right by her ear, and his leg was still between hers, so if she wanted to she could press against him and -

Luke pulled away too soon. “Luke,” Y/N found herself begging, trying to squeeze his hand tighter. It was good, she was good -

“You’re done, Y/N.” Luke said. His deep voice went all the way down her spine.

“No, no, I’m good, please, you need it.” She whined, but Luke was already pulling away, lips streaked with red.

He shook his head. Even in her foggy state, Y/N could tell he was stronger already. “You’re gone.” He said, and tugged his hand easily out of hers to prove it. Y/N glared over at her hand, opening and closing it experimentally. It felt heavier than usual. Luke chuckled a little, leaning back and watching her, but Y/N couldn’t find it in her to be angry at him.

Okay, that was weird. It was a good thing he stopped. “Maybe.” She allowed, trying to press herself to sit up. Luke put one hand on her chest, gentle, but it was still enough to stop her. “I wanna -”

“Just rest for a minute, darlin’.” Luke said. His voice really was low. And rumbly. It made Y/N smile a little, sitting back.

Kinda funny how after feeding he was all bossy, and she was all floating, huh? “Hey, how the turntables - I mean the tables, they really, they turned on us.” She said.

She knew she was a little loopy in the head, but the brightness of his smile wasn’t her imagination. “I know.” He said, softly. “Let me take care of you, alright? I’ll bring you some juice.”

Her fingers tangled in her shirt, and he stayed, even though she wasn’t strong enough to keep him there. “In a minute.”

Luke nodded, and manoeuvred them so she was on top of him, cuddling into his chest. “You taste so good. You sure I’m not cursed?” He teased, and she laughed into his shirt.

“Maybe, baby.”

#fairytale!5sos #vampire!luke #lukey-lashton #dukehoods and flannelpunkcalum blurb night #blurb night #fairytale blurb night #luke hemmings blurb #lh blurb #fairytale!5sos night #fantasy!5sos night

[dukehoods]

heaven on earth

so here’s a lil calum thing based off of the vietnamese creation myth for fantasy!5sos blurb night with @flannelpunkcalum! this was one of my favorite myths growing up (if anyone cares to read the original, you can find it here!) and this was so much fun to write. hope you guys enjoy :)

warnings: none! this is a cute fluffy thing to make up for how sad the michael fic got

it was only once her sisters had gone did she let her first tears fall. 

when her eldest sister had announced excitedly that the golden crow had created a new land, they had all shrugged into their lac bird forms as quickly as possible. they had flown across the emerald sea, wings beating in sync as they exclaimed at the sight of their reflections dancing back at them in the water, landing a short while later on land still pink from its recent creation. none of the goddesses had been able to contain their excitement, shedding their wings for legs so that they might dance across meadows softer than any clouds spun from their home in the 36th heaven. 

the dancing had stopped, though, when she scooped up a bit of that pink earth and popped it into her mouth.

she hadn’t meant anything by eating that bit of dirt, really. all she’d wanted was to see if it tasted as good as it smelled. but as she swallowed, one of her sisters cried out a warning that came too late, and lightning came down and struck the earth brown and suddenly the golden crow was there, shredding her wings and condemning her to a life on his land forever and ordering her sisters home immediately, and all she could do was watch as their wings carried them further and further away.

and so she cried.

curling up on that damning pink earth, she cried for the rest of that first day, her tears becoming a long river that wound down and emptied into the sea, where, beneath the waves, the fish tasted this new current perfumed with the soil from above. they raced back to share this discovery with their prince, a dragon with scales the color of the pink earth, and in a blink he turned himself into a small fish to follow the sweet current upstream in search of its source. he jumped onto shore and, turning himself into a man with curling brown hair and eyes that shone like stars, strode off on long legs to find the source of the new river. the prince walked along the banks, marveling in the tiny gold and purple flowers that had sprung up along the mossy turns, before he finally stopped in surprise at the sight in front of him.

crying against a moss covered boulder was a girl. her black hair was long, curling and flowing with the river currents, and around her golden legs lay white feathers flecked with stardust. he approached her slowly, crouching in front of her before tapping her shoulder gently. 

“‘s everything okay?”

she jerked away from the strange touch, wiping her eyes quickly with her hair before blinking up at the man in front of her. his black hair curled against skin the color of the still-pink earth, she noticed, recoiling slightly in memory, but his eyes, creasing in concern, looked like the stars of her home. realizing she still hadn’t answered him, she cleared her throat lightly before speaking. “who’re you?”

“i’m calum. some of the fish told me they tasted some new current in the water and it was coming from land, and i swam up a bit to check up on it. but you never answered my question. why’re you crying?”

and so she told the boy her story, from the moment her sister announced that there was a new land to the moment the golden crow cursed her so that she could no longer return to her home in the sky. the boy sat down next to her, telling her of his life below the sea where his father reigned. he told her how he was the dragon prince, and at her disbelieving snort, jumped into the river to prove how his skin became scales. his eyes glimmered with fondness as he spoke of his best friend, a duke, and within minutes she was laughing at his stories as though no misfortune had befallen her.

but once he began a story about his brothers, her smile faltered as she remembered the sisters who had been forced to leave her behind. they would’ve loved it here, she thought, here beneath the bluest of skies with a boy made of the ocean. almost as if he’d read her thoughts, the boy (calum, her mind noted firmly, his name was calum and her soul felt as though it had known his for a millennia) offered out a hand and a shy “d’you want me to show you the ocean? i know you’re probably missing your sisters and all but if you’re cursed to live here for all eternity or something, you might as well see the rest of the world, right?” his lips quirked up. “or d’you wanna melt into this rock here?”

and she let him help her up off the ground, this boy with skin the color of an earth she’d been so terrified of just minutes before, and as they walked down the banks of the river she’d created (and of course she’d make a river of tears, she thought drily. that was just so typical of her, to be so dramatic she’d altered the land’s geography) she let herself smile, because maybe, just maybe, making a home here, with this boy who captured all the memories of her old life in his eyes, wasn’t such a curse after all. 

#calum hood blurb #fluff #my writing #fantasy!5sos #fairytale!5sos #dukehoods and flannelpunkcalum blurb night

[suchalonelysunflower]

I gave you my heart (h.s)

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Harry is trying to propose to you, but his family is getting in the way.

Warnings: Fluff. Angst if you really pay attention. Language. Mentions of alcohol (barely) Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, sorry!)

Word count: 4.1 K

Author’s Note: Oh how I missed writing for Harry! And a fluffy piece nonetheless! Who am I? Well, this is a Holiday fic (non specific) and I’m also planning to do a 5SOS holiday fic by the end of the year, so stay tuned! 🌻 Reblogs, comments, feedbacks and likes are welcomed and encouraged! Please, I love to hear from you guys 💕 Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋✨

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Picture form Pinterest. Title from the song “last Christmas”

Ok i know this is cheesy but hear me out, Harry proposing on Christmas with his family around.

Harry kneeled in front of you. His hands were intertwined with yours as he spoke of all the grand adventures you had and how much he adores you while your eyes filled with glossy cold tears. He couldn’t see his mum from where he was, but he could already tell she started crying as well while Gemma held her in a side hug, watching the scene they never thought would happen being displayed in front of them.

Words of praise left his mouth like a symphony, knowing that he will never get tired of praising you as the angel you were. Tears started forming in his eyes as he promised you a lifetime of love and adventure, hoping with all his heart you would say yes.

They all knew the question that was going to pop out of his lips any time now.

“So, Y/N L/N” He said, as the fireworks started to go off behind them “Will you marry me?”

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand and with a smile you answered:

“You better wake up before I leave you in the car”

Harry opened his eyes in shock, cursing under his breath as he realized he had fallen asleep without realizing.

You were on your way to Anne’s house for the Holidays, just like you promised a few months ago when Harry finalized all his tour arrangements. You were very excited to see Harry’s family again, it has been a while since you got to spend any time with them as you accompanied Harry across the world for the most part of the past year. You love them with all your heart and it comforts you to know that the feeling is completely mutual - Anne practically adopting you the minute you came through the door as Harry’s partner a few years ago and Gemma quickly becoming your best friend over the span of a few minutes, bonding over clothes, movies and embarassing Harry stories.

Harry loved how much you and his family love each other, for that is all he asked. For him there are only three things that matter most: His music and his fans; His family and, of course, you. He felt really blessed to have you in his life during all these years, knowing that you love him just as much as he loves you (although he would always fight that he loves you more) You were his rock, his best friend, his world… and he cannot wait to put a rock on that hand to prove that to you.

He got the ring a few months prior, but he knew he wanted to marry you from the first moment he saw you interact with his family. He still remembers that cold December night when he came downstairs looking for you and you were sleeping on the couch next to Gemma. You have been talking all night and were exhausted by the time you both finished that bottle of wine. He stood on the entrance of the living room watching the cozy scene with a smile plastered across his face. He knew he loved you back then, but his happiness at that moment was unmatched.

He was so entranced by the picture that he didn’t notice Anne standing beside him.

“This one’s a keeper” She said in a low voice as she watched you both with tenderness in her eyes. But Harry already knew that.

And now, as you were driving the cold snowy roads of Cheshire, Harry drifted back from his fantasy waiting to come true. Thinking back and forward of the little velvet box that is hidden in his suitcase.

“Sorry,” He said with a yawn “Didn’t notice I fell asleep”

You smiled at him but kept your eyes on the road “It’s okay, love. I know you must be tired of the trip. That is why I asked you to switch seats and let me drive in the first place”

Harry stared at you for a moment, completely enamored by your thoughtfulness. He really was lucky to have you.

“Besides,” You joke “With your driving skills, we might get to Homes Chapel the day after the Holidays if we are lucky”

Harry rolled his eyes “Oh, bug off!” He said as he mocked annoyance, but his laugher soon joined yours as you continued your way towards his childhood home.

*

You let out a happy squeal once you noticed Anne standing in front of her house from a distance, wasting no time on parking the car so you could run up to her and hug her.

“Aww I’m so glad you’re finally here!” Said the matriarch of the Styles’ family as she crushed your body in a tight hug “I’m never letting you go a year without visiting us again!”

“It will not happen again! I promise” You answered with a laugh.

She let you go just enough so she could place her palm on your cheek, caressing it in a motherly way “You better! And in any case you could always run away from my son and come stay here for as long as you want!”

This is when Harry decided to interject. He was standing behind you, smiling at the exchange that was happening in front of him.

“Oi! No need for that now, mum”

Anne laughed as she went to hug her son, murmuring about how if he doesn’t keep an eye on you she would steal you from him without a second thought.

After a few more greetings, Anne ushered you into the house. The warm environment and the smell of a homemade meal made you feel at home.

You always loved to come and visit Harry’s childhood home. It reminded you of him, the real Harry you got to know on a more personal and deep level. The Harry that let all his walls down and let you in, welcoming you to his house, his family and friends and into his heart. The Harry you love with all your being.

“‘m gonna head and help mum with dinner” Your boyfriend said as he hung his coat by the door “You’ve been driving all day, love. You should rest”

He pressed his chest to your back and rounded his arms around your waist to hold you closer before placing a kiss to the shell of your ear. You hummed “‘m not tired. I don’t think I could rest till much later.”

“Still,” Harry said “At least try to rest? Don’t want you to feel sick and I know you’ll hate to miss all the traditions”

You sighed “At least that way I’ll get you to take care of me, right?” You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“Always, darling”

You placed a couple little chaste kisses to his lips, pulling away from his grasp before he started to try and deepend them as he always does “‘m gonna go unpack my suitcase then. Want me to unpack yours?”

Harry was about to answer when the alarms in his head went off, reminding him of the little box you should definitely not find “Uh, n-no. I have to show something to my mum” He lied “I’ll unpack my stuff later. Thank you, though”

His response got you a little confused, but you just shrug your shoulders and turned around towards the guest room, aka: Harry’s old room. Letting Harry let out a relief breath once you went out of sight. This was going to be a long holiday.

*

Gemma arrived later that night. She didn’t even put her luggage on the ground before she caught your eye and ran to hug you.

“Oh my god” She said, hugging you tighter “I have so much to tell you!”

“Oh sure,” Harry said, walking towards her as she almost left you out of breath “I’m just your brother who you haven’t seen in a long time… Why should I get a hug?”

The older Styles rolled her eyes “Because I see you in every social media post there is you dork! Besides, I have had Y/N in my life rather recently compared to living with you under the same roof for almost seventeen years”

Harry placed his hand over his heart and mocked a hurt expression, making his sister laugh before she moved on to wrap him into a hug.

“I missed you, you wanker” She said, hiding some love in the insult.

“Me too, jerk”

“But I missed Y/N more” She said with a grin, pulling away from Harry and turning back to you. Intertwining your arms so you’d walk together into the living room “So, I was telling you…”

Hours flew by and before you’d realized it was almost 2 am when you and Gemma made your ways to your respected rooms. You noticed that Harry went to bed a little earlier and you guessed he would be asleep by now.

You found your boyfriend safe and tucked away in dreams once you opened the door. You smiled to yourself as you admired his sleeping figure sprawled all over the bed with one arm spread over your side, waiting for you to cuddle up against it.

A yawn flew through you as the exhaustion of the day settled in. You quickly changed into your cozy pajamas, did your nighttime routine and layed in bed next to Harry, who, as soon as he felt you by his side, pulled your body closer to him.

“Hi” He said in a whisper, kissing the shell of your ear.

“I thought you were sleeping, H” You giggled as you felt his hand caress your side.

“Couldn’t sleep well without you, you know that”

And indeed you did. Harry always complained whenever he was on tour that he missed you too much and that he needed you even more “I just feel better when I’m with you, love. I do better. It’s like you are my lucky charm or something” He’d always said before he convinced you to travel the world with him. And, to be honest, you did not need that much convincing. If you could spend all your living days with Harry, you would.

“Wha’ time is it anyways?” He asked.

“Late” You shrugged, turning your body so you were facing him “I’m sorry. We didn’t realize we spent all night talking”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows “Why are you apologizing for? I love when you spend time with my family”

“But I almost didn’t spend time with you!”

Harry chuckled “It’s okay, love. I know how my mum and sister can get whenever you are around. They love you almost as much as I do”

“Well, Gemma did say she loved me more....” You teased, making Harry scoff.

“Not possible” He pressed his lips to yours, trying to make your worry disappear “‘m serious, though. Don’t be sorry for spending too much time with them. I swear it 's fine. We could have time for ourselves at any point of the Holiday”

You murmured a soft ‘okay’ before drifting into a peaceful sleep. Harry watched you sleep for a few minutes, taking in the joyful peace that your presence gifted to him whenever you were around. Thinking about how he cannot wait to make you an official Styles.

However, that was not going to be an easy job.

*

As the day passed, you and Harry had less and less time for yourselves as Anne and Gemma got you two completely busy with different activities. From getting the groceries, to help one of them decorate the house or even to just take a walk. You were never not doing something.

And it wasn’t like a bad thing either. On the contrary, you were having the time of your life sharing all of these amazing traditions with Harry’s family. They made you feel welcome and cared for, something that was fairly new to you since you met Harry.

You loved decorating the House and baking cookies with Anne, and it felt so great to have a friend like Gemma around to take the seriousness out of a serious situation and just let you have your fun. But you would be lying if you’d say that you don’t miss your boyfriend.

Even though Harry was always just mere feet from you, he was also caught up in various activities and could barely spend any time with you and that was making him frustrated.

The Holidays were stressful enough, but for Harry this took a whole other level when he thought about the proposal and how many times he failed at getting you two alone so he could do it.

The first miss opportunity came when it started snowing the day after your arrival. He knew how much you loved snow because, in your own words, it made it all seem magical. So when he woke up early that day, he decided that now was the time and that he was ready to pop up the big question. He was going to ask you to play in the snow - just like you usually do - and make a snowman. But the surprise would come with the ring that would be on the snowman’s finger, ready to be placed on your hand if you said yes. Sadly, when you two got ready to go and play, Anne solicited yours and Harry’s help to go and take some food to the shelter that was not so far away from here, a tradition the Styles’ family have been doing since Harry was a baby. When you came back, most of the snow had melted and you were too tired to even think of going outside again.

The second time Harry’s plan got held up was on a frosty night. He had prepared a cozy inside picnic in front of the fireplace for only you and him. He knew that Anne would be out with some of her friends and that Gemma had plans to meet up with someone on a date, so they wouldn’t be able to interrupt in any way. He got a bottle of wine, a charcuterie board, some chocolate covered strawberries, a fluffy blanket and some candles to light up the dark room. He also made you change in your pajamas so you’ll be even more comfortable during the date. Everything went according to plan, his hand almost reaching for the velvet box he hid under one of the couch’s cushions when Gemma came early from her date, completely ruining the moment as she came into the room fuming because she got stood up. Needless to say he did not propose that night.

Harry was convinced that the third time was the charm. Since it was obvious he couldn’t propose in the house without being rudely interrupted every time, he was going to take you out for lunch and then go ice skating, one of your favorite winter activities. Yes, he was aware that it wasn’t his most elaborated plans, but he didn’t know what to do. Plus, he had talked to the owner of the ice skating pit beforehand, asking him to please let them have at least one hour of privacy so he could propose in peace. The owner even promised him to play the playlist Harry made for you and to add some special lightning to make the moment more romantic.

Feeling excited, Harry ran down the stairs to give you the news of your date. But his face fell when he saw you getting ready to go out with Gemma and his mum.

“Are you going out?” He asked as he saw you put on your coat.

“Yes,” You answered with a smile, but that smile soon felt when you saw the disappointment in Harry’s eyes “Your mum asked me and Gemma to go for a last minute shopping run… Harry are you okay, love?”

Your boyfriend closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he acquired whenever he was frustrated “‘m perfect” He mumbled, turning around to go back to your shared room.

But you were quicker as you grabbed him softly by the arm to make him stop in his tracks. Slowly making him turn around so he was face to face with you “Don’t lie, H. What is going on?”

“‘m just,” He started, but he couldn’t even look you in the eyes as he tried to find the right words to say to you, almost feeling like he is failing you somehow “We never got the chance to spend some time together, Y/N. You are always busy or I am always busy with my mum or with Gemma that I almost didn’t see you this whole trip and I-I just miss you”

Your eyes softened and your heart fluttered with his words. You missed him too, much more than you could say. Everytime you find some time for yourselves you get interrupted and by the end of the day you are both too tired to do anything else besides sleeping. You could tell Harry was frustrated by this whole ordeal, you just didn’t imagine it would affect him this much.

You cupped his cheek and brought him into a sweet kiss “I miss you too, love. Very much” You watched how Harry’s green eyes softened, but they still held an unspoken sadness “If you want me to stay with you, then I’ll stay with you. I don’t need to go with them, you know?”

Harry sighed, placing his hand over yours and caressing it with his thumb “I know” He said as he gave a kiss to your palm “You know how much I love seeing you hanging out with them and I know how much you enjoy it. You should go”

“But Harry-”

“Go, have fun!” He said in a cheerful tone as he brought you closer to give you a hug “I’ll be fine, love. I just want you to remember this Holiday and to enjoy it as much as you can”

“Are you sure? Because I can stay if you-”

“‘m sure,” He smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Go, darling. They must be waitin’”

You smiled back at him and pecked his lips before turning around and closing the front door. Missing for just a second the way Harry’s smile dropped as he saw his plan being shut down once again.

*

He wasn’t proud of his last resort. He knew you deserved an epic proposal, something that could come out from an Oscar winning movie. Something that was as special as you are. And he was beating himself for ruining every chance he’s got to do this properly, but he promised himself that he would not let you - nor him - return home without a shiny rock on your hand. And a Styles never backs down from a promise.

So, with his heart almost beating out of his chest, he placed the gift bag with the other gifts that adorned the living room. Everything will be done tomorrow and there is no turning back now. It was now or never.

The next morning, you found yourself caught up in another Styles’ tradition. You were all sitting in the living room wearing your coziest pajamas as you drank hot cocoa and ate some gingerbread cookies with a pinch of peppermint. It was almost time to open the presents and you could tell Harry was feeling rather anxious.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked as you curreled up to him on the couch that was facing Anne and Gemma, who were already starting to distribute the presents among you.

Harry hummed as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, turning his face so he was looking at you. He could swear in that moment that he has never seen someone as beautiful as you right now as you watched him with doe eyes, your hair a little bit messy and a thin layer of chocolate decorating your upper lip. He was completely and utterly in love with you.

“Yeah, why’d you ask?”

You shrugged “You were tossing and turning a lot last night, almost like you were nervous or something. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

Harry smiled “I got you, don’t I? How could anything not be alright?”

You rolled your eyes at his cheesy remark, but quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek. Harry didn’t miss the way your cheeks blushed.

“I asked Anne and Gemma to give us a day for ourselves” You said after a moment. Harry looked at you surprised. You couldn't know..? “I told them I felt guilty that I haven’t spent any time with you since we arrived and they understood” You smiled at him “I got you all for myself today, mr. Styles”

Harry’s eyes filled with glee as he brought your lips to him, kissing you with all the love he could pour at the moment.

“Uh, mum?” Gemma’s voice interrupted the scene “I don’t think this is mine” She said as she opened a gift bag.

“No? It’s a jewelry bag so I thought-”

Gemma shook her head “No! This is definitely not for me” She said as she took the little velvet box from inside, making the room go completely quiet. In that moment, all eyes went to Harry as he watched the scene with horror.

“Oh shit” He said, untangling himself form you so he could grab the box from his sister’s hand “Actually, this is mine”

All three of you stayed quiet as he grabbed your hand and kneeled in front of your sitting figure on the sofa.

“Oh my god” You said, covering your mouth that almost fell to the ground because of the shock.

“Oh my god” Gemma and Anne said in unison as they realized what was happening in front of them.

“Y/N,” Harry said looking into your eyes “Let me start by saying that this is not how things were supposed to go. And I’m not just talking about my sister opening your gift. I’ve been trying to propose for as long as this Holiday lasted. Waiting for the perfect moment because you are my perfect half, my soulmate and you deserve nothing less than pure and utter perfection, my love. And I’m sorry I can’t give that to you now”

You could feel the tears pouring down your face since the moment he kneeled in front of you, but hearing Harry say that he wanted to propose all along made you cry harder, how did you get so lucky?

“I knew I had to do this here, for this is the place where I knew I wanted to marry you the first time we came to visit. I have loved you from the very first moment you said hello, and I knew from that instant that you were going to become my favorite hello and my most painful goodbye. Y/N you are magic, my love. My lucky charm. Everything I do, everything I say or think or sing is for and because of you. You are my muse and my best friend. My anchor and my wings. I cannot live without you nor do I ever want to. You have bewitched me body and soul and I love you. I love you. I love you”

You could hear the distant sobs of Anne in the background, but all you could see was Harry. Harry, your best friend and lover. Harry, the person who filled your life with love and light. Harry, who was now on one knee, with tears in his eyes and a ring on his hand. Harry. Harry. Harry.

“You don’t have to say yes, but I really hope that you do. Y/N, my love. I love you more than life itself, you have made me a better man by loving me the way that you do. Let me love you the same now and forever. Will you marry me?”

You nodded through the tears “Yes, Harry. A million times yes!”

You swore Harry’s smile could light up the world in that moment as he slid the ring down your finger. But you didn’t even look as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him like his mum and sister weren’t watching, throwing the both of you to the floor.

Anne and Gemma started clapping, celebrating the new beginning of the young couple. Because these holidays had a new meaning now, since now and forever they will be remembered as the day you said “yes” to the love of your life.

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i bet you look cute || fwb!luke

friends who get high, a proposal, rough foreplay, 1k, part 1

feedback is appreciated 

it was always a few texts at night before we fell asleep. texts became calls. and then before i knew it, he was at my apartment door with a joint in one hand and a box of donuts in the other. we didn’t think we were falling for each other, we were both too scared to do that. and we had spoken about it. “i’m not ready,” he said. “me neither,” i replied.

one night, he came by my place at around ten. just finished working on the studio, he said. i wanted to see you. i let him in, like i’d been doing for the past few weeks. i don’t think our friends realized what they were doing when they introduced us. maybe they thought we would end up working together. he, a musician. me, a songwriter. but luke and i never wrote a song together. we tried, though. it felt like that’s what we should been doing. making music together. but every time i sat on the piano, he would start messing with a melody and singing something about chicken strips, or the death of frogs, and i would start laughing so hard i couldn’t concentrate. then we’d plop on the couch and start talking and smoking. we would get so high. and that night, he said something that would change our whole dynamic.

“why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

i shrugged. not really expecting that question. of course i found him handsome. like a golden god. his hair, his eyes, his lips, his hands. of course i thought of him when he left and i was in bed, touching myself. but it was just a physical thing, i thought. i just wanted him, but i liked him, but i didn’t have any romantic feelings for him. not that i was aware of. “i don’t know,” i finally said. “why haven’t you?”

he pushed my feet off his lap and reincorporated himself on my sofa. this time, leaning a bit closer to me. his eyes were small and red, and he had a silly smile plastered across his lips. “i was just asking. it wasn’t an accusation.” he looked good. as good as it gets. his eyes pierced mine and i couldn’t look away from those baby blues. i don’t know what we were doing. we usually just talked about our friends in common and work and theories about the universe. this felt more personal. “do you think about me at night?” he asked and i laughed, that giggly laugh i get when i’m high. “what?” luke smiled.

“why are you flirting with me?” i pushed his shoulder lightly. a shot of electricity ran through my hand, to my elbow, to my arm, my shoulder, my neck, and stayed there in my brain, making me feel hazy. i had never thought about luke in that way. maybe because i thought he would never give me the time of the day, ever. not romantically, or sexually.

his grin grew. “because you’re adorable.” i felt my cheeks grow red, the tips of my ears getting hotter. “and i have a proposal for you.” he said he wasn’t nowhere ready for a relationship, but he felt attracted to me. i bit my lower lip when he said that word: attracted. “you can say no, but i just... i need to get laid,” he chuckled. “and i feel like you and i have good banter and we could just, you know, have more fun than we already do now, what do you say?” i said nothing. i just stared at him blankly. was he messing with me? “i’m not messing with you,” he said, as if he was reading my mind. “i bet you look cute with my hand around your throat.”

i laughed. it’s not like we hadn’t ever discussed sex. we had. we talked about fantasies and kinks and what we liked and didn’t like, but it always felt like good friends doing just that: talking. and now he was on my sofa, in front of me, with a hand pressed to his cheek, asking me to be friends with benefits. “oh, yeah?” i asked. “i bet you look cute with your head between my legs.”

“i bet you look cute with a mark on your ass.”

“i bet you look cute when you orgasm.”

we were getting closer, giggling like idiots, and before i knew it, i felt his plush lips on mine. the pressure was just right. it was a small peck and i opened my eyes when he pulled away for a second.

“i bet you look cute with my cock buried inside you.”

i bit my lower lip and nodded, “i would. i would look adorable.” i joked. he laughed, dropping his head and then looking back up at me. i could sense the heat in the air. as if we were two animals ready for a primal ritual. luke grabbed my chin and connected his lips to mine once again. i let him. we made out for a while. a song by the smiths playing in the distance. my hands went to the nape of his neck, fingers playing with the tips of his curls. “you wanna go to my room?” i asked between kisses.

“mhmm,” he nodded and kissed me one more time before pulling away and standing up. i followed suit and grabbed his hand. it was warm and the indents of his rings made me imagine what they would feel like if he fingerfucked me. i guided him to my room and once inside, he cupped my face and kissed me. this time, more passionately. “god, i’ve been thinking of this ever since i saw you in that tight ass blue dress.”

“go on,” i eagered him as i grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and untucked it of his pants. he was semi-hard.

luke grabbed my hair and pulled it a bit to pull my face away from his. i had never been so turned on. “i hope you like it rough,” he mumbled. “i just knew that day i had to fuck you, at least once in my life.”

****

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[solarwonux]

Wildflower || Lee Chan

chan x f!reader

w.c: 3.0k

warnings: smut, thigh riding, car sex, drinking, mentions of weed

note: another repost aaaa I’m sorry but good news my semester had ended so now I can finally sit down and write. Anyway, enjoy let me know your thoughts

p.s listen to wildflower by 5sos while reading this if you’d like.

p.p.s my requests are open so if you’d like one send them in hehe,xx

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The flames of the campfire burned making your eyes sting in discomfort. You blinked rapidly trying to regain the moisture back in your eyes but your efforts were deemed as unsuccessful. You sighed, placing your head on top of Chan’s shoulder, feeling him shake as he laughed at something Jun had said. The arm that was securely wrapped around you got tighter, making the butterflies in your stomach erupt, just like they did everytime you were in his presence.

“You okay?” He glazed over at you, his cheeks flushed pink from the wine he had been indulging in all throughout the night. “I’m fine, my eyes are just a little dry.” You assured him, giving him a slight nod of the head. “I have some eye drops in my car if you want them.”

“God, yes please.”

Chan grinned and leaned down. He placed a soft kiss against your forehead before turning to face his friends, who had started poking fun at Chan, making all sorts of childish remarks. Chan rolled his eyes and grabbed a twig from the ground before throwing it at Soonyoung who was making kissy faces at the two of you like a five year old.

“You guys are so annoying.” He chuckled. He removed the blanket he had placed over the two of you. The cool wind of the ocean breeze hitting your arms making you shiver slightly. “Sometimes you just make it so easy for us.” Jeonghan said pointedly tilting his cup of wine in the direction you two were sitting in before bringing it up to his rosy lips and chugging it down.

“Whatever, we’re going.” Chan stood up and threw the blanket onto Joshua’s lap, who’s face lit up as he rushed to cover his body with the thin wool. “We’ll be back in like ten minutes.” He pulled you up by your arms gently and pecked your lips once you were at eye level with him.

“Ten minutes huh, so you’re like a hit it and quit it type of guy.” Jeonghan joked, sending the rest of the boys into fits of uncontrollable laughter. “We’re going to my car to get eye drops…I really hate all of you.” Chan groaned, pulling on your arm, silently asking you to follow him and get away from your friends as fast as possible. You trailed behind him laughing, listening to how they now decided to take it upon themselves and gossip about yours and Chan’s sex life. Each one making insane claims, only making Chan’s steps get faster causing him to trip every few steps due to the sinking sand surrounding your bare feet.

“I bet getting eye drops is like code for sex now a days.”

It was unclear, in your wine filled haze, how the two of you went from desperately searching for eye drops to now making out in the back seat of his car.

Eye drops.

That was the only purpose of your trip to the nearly empty parking lot. But when he couldn’t find them mumbling curses as he tore his car apart, finally realizing that Vernon had probably taken them after they had smoked a week ago. He gave up, staying silent for a few seconds before pulling you into the back seat. One you had familiarized yourself with after years of dating and sneaking around. Your scent etched in between the cracks of the old leather seats, a thought that always managed to turn your insides into mush.

“Mmm…we should go back.” You mumbled clinging onto Chan as you pushed his head further into your neck. He hummed nodding his head slightly as he desperately sucked a love bite onto the skin of your collar bone. “We should, but I don’t want to.” He raised his head, smirking, hooking his thumbs around your belt loops and pulling you onto his lap. “I have a few propositions for you.” He smirked and brought your shirt over your head revealing the white lace of your bra. “So innocent.” His fingers delicately traced along the lace detailing, as you waited for his so-called propositions or genius ideas as he sometimes liked to call them.

“Why don’t we try that thing you mentioned the other day over lunch last week?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and if your body wasn’t already feeling hot due to the alcohol coursing through your veins. The memory of your lunch date last Monday would’ve surely done it. “Here. Where we can get caught by our friends or worse the police?”

“That’s what makes it more exciting.” He winked and unbuttoned your shorts. His fingers teasing the seam of your matching panties waiting for your go ahead. It made your heart sore knowing that after years of dating he still waited for your approval. “Fuck it let’s do it.” You raised your body and brought down your shorts, hitting the back of your head in the process causing a loud laugh to erupt from Chan’s lips.

“Stop laughing and help me.”

“What did you want me to do? Look at you like you’ve sprung a third head?” He helped you take them off and threw them over the front seat. “You’re right I prefer you laughing.” You nodded before straddling his thigh and hooking your arms around his neck. He hummed and placed an arm underneath his head smugly before grabbing hold of your hip with his other one.

“Go on baby girl, I’m giving a free pass to get off on my thigh.”

“Like I need a pass anyway.”

“Hmm…I guess you’re right. I succumb to you in every possible way. All you have to do is open your mouth and ask.” Chan brought his arm down again before reaching over and placing his thumb against your bottom lip. He tugged on it making you open your mouth before inserting it, your tongue swirling around the calloused digit making him groan. “I miss seeing your mouth around me but I guess that can wait, now move baby.” He gave your hip a light tap before inserting his hand in between the waistband of your panties and groping your ass cheek.

You opened your mouth in an inaudible moan, his thumb falling out of your lips and onto your chin painting it with your saliva. You moved your hips experimentally, testing the waters scared that the fantasy you had been creating in your head wouldn’t be as pleasurable as you had pictured. Only to be proved wrong when the friction of his bare thigh against your panty clothed core sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Back to my propositions. If you can come undone on just my thigh, I promise I’ll fuck you until your seeing stars.”

Chan snickered watching your face contort in blissful pleasure as you started to confidently move your hips. He nosed at your neck before licking a strip up the shell of your ear making you whimper. “Does this make you feel good?” He teased, a smirk evident in his voice as he bounced his leg up. A choked moan escaping your chapped lips joining the heat in the air, while you shamelessly started to grind down on his thigh.

“G-God this is better than I imagined.” You threw your head back resting it on the seat in front of you. “I don’t know what’s better, hearing you say you’ve imagined this or watching it happen in front of me.” His bottom lip found its way in between his teeth. He clawed at your hips guiding you into a steady rhythm before taking his free hand and inserting it in the front of panties making you gasp.. He guides his fingers lower, gathering your slick before taking them out and bringing them up to his lips, lapping them sensually while you watched with hooded eyes.

“I want to feel you inside me, please.” You sat up and tugged at his shirt before bringing it over his head. “Please baby I want to feel full.” You dug your nails into his chest feeling the tension build up in the pit of your stomach.

“You will, once you come.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. He kissed your cheek before undoing the clasp of your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders. “It’s amazing how I don’t have to do anything for you to fall apart.” He boosted, taking your earlobe in between his teeth. You moaned out loudly as he started bouncing his leg and pushing you down on him even further.

“Let go for me baby.” He whispered in your ear before leaving open mouthed kisses down your neck. He bit down on your collar bone making you cry out as your body shook. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, sighing out his name. Chan let out a satisfied hum as he held your body close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You panted as your head fell in the crock of his neck. You sighed happily and ran your hand down his toned stomach, playing with the knot of his swimming trunks.

“That was the hottest thing ever love, we should do it more often.”

If there was one thing you would never complain about regarding your boyfriend was the fact that he always kept true to his promises. But if there was one thing that you could complain about was how truly evil he was when it came to giving you what you wanted.

You hated it.

“Channie stop fucking around and just get on with it.” You groaned as he pressed the head of his cock on your clit.

“Patience is a virtue honey.”

“Well my patience is wearing thin, if we take any longer the guys are going to come looking for us.” You arched your back as he ran his cock down your pussy lips, making you clench over nothing. He pulled back and spread your arousal along with his precum over his angry head, giving himself a few tugs before positioning himself at your entrance again.

“Frankly I am a little offended that you’re thinking about other men, while we’re in such a compromising position.” Chan says as he slowly starts to push in, your heat taking him and wrapping around him deliciously. Even after years of dating he still had such an overwhelming effect on you and he knew that. It made his chest swell up with pride knowing he was the only one that could make you feel the way he did.

“You always take me so well, always so tight. It’s like you’re made for me sweetheart.” He groaned once he was fully sheathed inside of you. Chan leaned down and captured your lips with his, swallowing your whimpers as he slowly started moving. He kept his pace, giving you time to adjust to him knowing fully well that it had been awhile since the two of you had had some alone time.

“B-Baby…f-fuck. You can move a little more.” You mumbled against his lips, clinging onto him. Your nails blissfully digging into his shoulder blades making him moan. He picked up his pace, his mouth trailing down the navel of your breasts, mumbling sweet sinful phrases, etching them into your skin. You arched your back, pushing yourself further into his mouth as he started hitting the mushy soft spot inside of you. Impressed that he had wasted no time in finding it, proving to you once again that he knew your body as if it were his second skin.

“Angel please let me cum inside of you.” He begged his kisses on your skin getting more desperate as well as his thrusts, causing the little coil of pleasure to form in the pit of your stomach. And as much as you didn’t want this moment to end, to stay underneath him in the cramped back seat of his car. To beg him to make you come undone over and over until your body couldn’t handle it anymore. You knew you couldn’t. It had been well over ten minutes.

“Hmm…are you sure?” You placed both of your hands on either side of his head pulling him off your nipple. The loss of his mouth disappoints you but you need to see his face. Needed to see the pleasure he was feeling painted over his perfect features. “Are we ready for that?” You let out a whimper as his thrusts got slower yet harder, making it a point for you to really feel him inside you. To take in how the head of his cock hit your g-spot. To feel the ridges and his veins pulsing against your soft velvety walls, indicating that he was starting to get close.

“More than ready…p-please I want to fill you up with my cum.” He begged resting his forehead against yours, his mouth opened with pleasure. His hot alcohol induced breath fanning your face making chills run down your spin. You nodded, your whimpers getting more desperate as he started to rub his thumb along your clit in moderate circles. The pressure increased as the two of you desperately started to chase your highs. The heat of his car wrapping like a blanket around the two of you making the intensity of the moment even higher.

It made you feel as if the two of you were back in high school and sneaking around with one another. Making out in the same seats during lunch time choosing each other rather than your food. It brought back memories of all the nights underneath the stars at the abandoned football field, listening to him spew random facts about space. And the first night the two of you made love to one another by the lake on a raggedy old blanket his grandma had given him for the holiday season. It was overwhelming to have him this close to you always. To feel him and every inch of his body knowing very well you were the only one that was able to make him come undone the way he always did. And it sent you to the moon.

“C-Channie I’m close.” You breathed out. Your hands moved down his back, pushing him deeper into you. Trying your hardest to feel him closer than what he already was. He moaned out your name like a prayer, his thumb on your clit getting faster as well as his deep thrusts. The dam that had been kept away broke and you felt your orgasm crash harder than before.

“F-Fuck me.” Chan moaned his head falling into your neck as he came undone, painting your walls with his sticky substance. He thrusted into you a bit more, your walls milking him out as he mumbled sweet praises against the shell of your ear.

“I already did.” You joked, a low laugh escaping his lungs as your chests heaved against one another. “I have a proposition for you now.” You whispered snaking your hand up his back and resting it against the back of his head.

“Okay, what is it?”

“We should do that more often.” You giggled. He raised his head giving you a smug look before cupping your chin and bringing it up so his lips were hovering over yours. “How about a round two and we call it a night.” He proposed giving you a chaste kiss before rubbing his nose against yours.

“I think that’s the greatest idea you’ve had all day.”

Chan held onto your hand tightly as the two of you slowly made your way back to the beach camp. Your body was exhausted and you could tell Chan’s was also. Which made you laugh as sometimes the two of you liked to think you had the same stamina you had when you were younger. Each time you were proved wrong but neither of you liked to admit it.

“Finally, we were starting to think you guys got kidnapped.” Seokmin said as he leaned forward roasting a marshmallow.

“To be fair DK and Hoshi were the only ones that thought that. The rest of us knew exactly what was going on.” Vernon spoke, taking a bite out of his s’more, groaning in disappointment when the melted marshmallow fell out of the confinements of the cracker and onto his chin.

“We were looking for eye drops, which by the way I know you took.” Chan sat down on one of the empty lounge chairs. He pulled your arm gently before circling them around your waist and bringing you down onto his lap. You smiled shaking your head as the lewd comments started to filter in.

“I knew that was code for sex.”

“No it’s code for actually looking for eye drops.” Chan gazed over at you. “Right baby?” He sent you a playfully wink making you laugh. No matter what came out of your mouth next, the teasing would never stop. And you knew they would be bringing up the eye drop story as they were now deeming it, until the day you took your last breath. So you shook your head and gave Chan a quick peck before turning to face your friends.

“Chan’s right we were just looking for eye drops.”

#dino smut #chan smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #dino scenarios #dino imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen x reader #svt fanfiction #chan scenarios #chan imagines #lee chan #dino

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✨ Tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!

tagged by my fav @loulovehome thank you pu hope that this quells your curiosity! 

MUSIC

fav genre? not to be that person but i think i have a toe in most genres, i suppose my favorites have got to be anything taylor swift does, pop punk, r&b pop/new age r&b, and bluegrass

fav artist? again, not to be that person but i love so many artists! let’s do this based off of genre: taylor swift, 1D, 5sos, massive focus on ZAYN, the Avett brothers, and counting crows

fav song? fav song of all time (since i was young) is going to be come around by rhett miller but more currently i’d say you are in love by taylor swift and dRuNk by ZAYN

song currently stuck in your head? i have no idea how it got there but i have stressed out by 21 pilots stuck in my head??

5 fav lyrics? ok let’s do this kids. edit: this went in a “fav love song lyrics” way so sorry in advance.

1)  I hope that I don't sound to insane when I say / There is darkness all around us / I don't feel weak but I do need sometimes for her to protect me / And reconnect me to the beauty that I'm missin' (January Wedding - The Avett Brothers)

2)  Hands around my waist / You're counting up the hills across the sheets / And I'm a falling star / A glimmer lighting up these cotton streets / I admit I'm a bit of a fool for playing by the rules / But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you (Disconnected - 5sos)

3)  This is the worthwhile fight / Love is a ruthless game / Unless you play it good and right / These are the hands of fate / You're my Achilles heel / This is the golden age of something good / And right and real (State of Grace - Taylor Swift) 

4)  What if I changed my mind / What if I said it's over / I been flying so long / Can't remember what it was like to be sober / What if I lost my lives? / What if I said "Game over"? / What if I forget my lies? / And I lose all my composure (Back to Life - ZAYN)

5)   I never said I was perfect / Or you don't deserve a good person to carry your baggage / I know a few girls that can handle it / I ain't that kind of chick, but I can call 'em for you if you want / I never said that you wasn't attractive / Your style and that beard, ooh, don't get me distracted / I'm tryna be patient, and patience takes practice / The fact is I'm leaving, so just let me have this (Jerome - Lizzo)

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume I slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

fav book genre? murder mystery and young love!

fav writer? jane austen, lisa jewell, and rick riordan (nostalgia ok?!)

fav book? the way i used to be my amber smith, rebecca by daphane du maurier, and then she was gone OR watching you (both by Lisa Jewell)

fav book series? i guess the whole percy jackson situations? i have everything RR every wrote, and i liked it all but i havent touched the older ones in ages

comfort book? not one specifically but the nancy drew books

perfect book to read on a rainy day? bird summons by leila aboulela

5 quotes from your fav book that you know by heart? i hope i can name five...

1)  “The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.” “I am no traveller, you are my world.” (both are My Cousin Rachel by Daphne Du Maurier)

2)  “And I’m terrified he’ll see through the tough iceberg layer, and he’ll discover not a soft, sweet girl, but an ugly fucking disaster underneath.” (The Way I Used to Be by Amber Smith)

3)  "I cannot make speeches, Emma," he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it. Bear with the truths I would tell you now, dearest Emma, as well as you have borne with them. The manner, perhaps, may have as little to recommend them. God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. But you understand me. Yes, you see, you understand my feelings and will return them if you can. At present, I ask only to hear, once to hear your voice.” (Emma by Jane Austen) (sorry for the length, the shortened versions were not cutting it for me)

4)  “Read, read, read. That's all I can say.” (The Secret of the Old Clock by Carolyn Keene)

5)  “...amazing how boring you can get away with being when you’re pretty. No one seems to notice. When you’re pretty everyone just assumes you must have a great life. People are so short-sighted, sometimes. People are so stupid. I have a dark past and I have dark thoughts. I do dark things and I scare myself sometimes.” (Invisible Girl by Lisa Jewell)

hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary (im a very judgmental reader) | rereading or reading just once

TV AND MOVIES

fav tv/movie genre? i like dramedies, mockumentaries, and procedurals 

fav movie? ive got a massive list on my phone but ill pick Doob (No Bed of Roses) and 3-Iron as my favs for today

comfort movie? 2000s romcoms, im talking clueless, 13 going on 30, how to loe a guy in ten days, ten things i hate abt you, legally blonde

movie you watch every year? mamma mia and all listed in prev question

fav tv show? too many, currently im rewatching arrested development

comfort tv show? new girl

most rewatched tv show? new girl

ultimate otp? shawn and jules from psych (ultimate bc ive been watching since diapers literally)

5 fav characters? winston bishop, stiles stilinski, bellamy blake, clarke griffin, lydia martin

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

super fun even though it took me an hour lmao, I'm tagging @technosoot @hometothecanyonmoon @sassylilnoodle @sushiniall @rosegold-thorns no pressure and sorry if youve already been tagged!

edit: i somehow managed to forget what i consider to be one of the greatest opening verses ever???? so bonus lyrics:

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog / Where no one notices the contrast of white on white / And in between the moon and you / The angels get a better view / Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right (Round Here - Counting Crows)

#lei te night thoughts #personal #tagged

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okay so re: smutless long fics, I’ve tried to compile a list of fics as close to 50k words as possible since that’s the wordcount the anon cited and tbh my friends there really are not that many that I personally have read but I did my best.  All fics under the cut are over 30k and have either been verified good by me or my trusted friends

delete this transmission by @anxietycalling: 67k mashton sci-fi. I reread this one recently and it’s just as amazing the second time around I very highly recommend it

“Yeah,” he says, catching sight of his reflection in the dimly reflective surface and running fingers through his hair to fluff it up. And instead of getting on the mag-train home like he wants to, he catches the northbound train to the greenlawn with Calum. “You know, I think I might not go through with it,” he tells his best friend, meaning his activation. They sit together across from the back doors of the car and watch the adverts for an upcoming showing of ‘Titanic’ at the interactive theater. While Calum sits beside him silently he gnaws on a thumbnail and wonders whether it’s too late to get his money back.

“You can’t go back on it now,” Calum tells him.

And it’s true: His payment has already been processed, the credits removed from his profile. The invoice showed up in his e-net overnight and he’d added it to his encrypted folder. “It’s just - weird,” he says, weighing each of the words on his tongue before he speaks. “To be in charge of another person like that. I don’t want that responsibility.”

I’m a Falling Star by @pixiegrl: 55k lashton fantasy, very cute and sweet

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless really. “Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.

Or: Ashton’s a shop boy setting out on a adventure to find a star to help grant a wish. Luke’s a star crashed to Earth looking for some help to get back home. They’re both in for more adventure than they bargained for.

I Wanna Sleep Next to You... by milecgv: 54k malum college au.  I read it over a year ago but I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it then

"Cuddle buddies, how can I help you?"

Pausing, Calum thought, he could just hang up. Get over the moment of weakness and face the rest of the night alone. He could do it. But the idea of spending one more second alone, brought a fresh pang of hurt to his heart and really, he couldn't bear it. Before his thought process could spiral out of control, the calm voice repeated itself.

"Um, yeah. I-, I need someone to-" He cut himself off because really, how was he going to phrase this?

Chuckling softly, the man on the other line interjected. "Sir, do you need someone to cuddle you?"

Shit, it was now or never. "Yeah. I-uh, I do." His voice came out so small, and he really hoped the man on the other side wouldn't pick up on how desperate he was.

~~~

Calum gets the opportunity to live out his dreams in New York City but it proves too much for him, and on a lonely night he ends up calling the professional cuddle service he swore he'd never call.

those are the only three completed fics over 50k that I personally can vouch for, but here are a few more longer ones I’ve read and I’ll link some over 50k that have gotten good reviews from my friends after those.

Destination: Perth by onlythevoid: 34k lashton 

The stranger swung into the seat next to him and sighed contentedly. Luke stole a glance from under his hat. It was a boy with light-brown messy hair, reminiscent of surfers Luke saw on the beach in Brisbane - he had a t-shirt on and black jeans, and fade-tint round-frame sunglasses propped on his straight nose.

The stranger caught Luke’s eyes.

“Hey?” The stranger asked. Shouldn’t have looked at him, Luke thought. Too late.

The stranger had set his sunglasses on his head and was peering below Luke’s cap. “Dude. You look terrible. Are you okay?”

Oh, so the stranger was one of those guys. Too friendly and ever-inquisitive. Yes, Luke looked like shit; he’d been crying for an hour at a time, every few hours, and all he’d had to eat in the past two days was some wet broccoli at the hospital and a bag of chips he’d bought that morning in Brisbane, and there were bruises all up and down his right arm from a car crash he wished he’d died in.

Luke didn’t say any of that. He prayed his voice would be steady and said, “Yes. Thanks.”

The messy-haired boy did not seem convinced. After a pause, he offered, “My name’s Ashton, by the way.”

hello, hello by @clumsyclifford: 30k lashton

For one long, blinking minute, Luke stares at Ashton and wonders if he’s hallucinating. Because that’s definitely Ashton. That’s Ashton Irwin, his former best friend from Sunny Days, the show they co-starred on as children.

But it’s also definitely Ashton Fletcher, professional film actor worth many millions, possibly hundreds of millions, of dollars, standing on his doorstep, wind ruffling his hair.

Now for the fics that I haven’t read but can confidently say are good through a rigorous peer review system (aka I have friends who read them/I have read and enjoyed other works by these people)

home is wherever you are tonight by @lifewasradical: 72k lashton. this one is on my tbr, I have only heard good things, and I’ve read other things by Amanda and trust her as a writer

Life has become so mundane in the past few years that there’s very little that sends a thrill up Luke’s spine anymore. It’s that idea that had him saying yes to the idea of moving out here for a few weeks anyways: the knowledge that this was a completely new place where no one knew his name. He could be anyone he wanted to be here, within reason. He wouldn’t be seeing any of these people again after May, so what’s the harm in becoming a new person for a bit? Someone not so bogged down by the shit in their head that they can’t get out of bed some mornings. Maybe this is a step in the direction of the person Luke wants to be in the future anyways.

Or, Luke inherits a beach house on a tiny costal island that needs some work. He didn't plan on falling in love with the guy at the hardware store.

world war series by prettyluke: 58k lashton historical au. Megs really likes this one and I trust her judgement

Even after months of seeing bodies ripped apart by bullets and bombs, Ashton still isn't prepared to be ripped apart by the fragile German soldier who has seen far more than any child should.

and

Luke shows up in Britain after 25 years right in time for World War Two to start, and Ashton has been waiting for someone to yank him from his melancholy since Christmas of 1914.

i’ll keep on fighting (just to make you believe) by @squishmichael: 33k muke I have heard good things about this one, have read other works by Taylor and trust them as a writer, and also I did skim this one when it first came out and it’s good I just need to sit down and fully read while paying attention

“Hi, Mike,” Luke says softly.

Michael might have cried from hearing his voice so clearly, not through a phone line, but instead his smile just gets bigger and bigger until his cheeks hurt.

“Hey, Luke,” he replies before throwing himself at Luke, arms looping around his neck and holding tight.

“Easy there, tiger,” Luke says with a chuckle, but he hugs Michael back.

It feels so different, all the shapes and sizes wrong, yet Michael has never felt so at home, melting right into the hug. Luke still fits so perfectly against him despite everything. Because it’s them, and they’re meant to be, and Michael never wants to let go.

*

In which Luke is finally coming home to Australia for the summer after two years, and everything should be perfect. Michael quickly realizes nothing is.

Under the High Low Lights I See You There by @pixiegrl: 33k lashton 90s bar au. I have heard a lot of good things and I have read and enjoyed Emily’s writing

Luke moves onto cleaning the glasses, sneaking glances over at him, admiring the open blue flannel he’s wearing with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his chest in the white tank top he’s wearing and the pull of it over his muscles, the acid wash denim pants straining over his thighs. He’s attractive and Luke knows he shouldn’t be looking, shouldn’t be so obvious in his stares, but he can’t help it. The man was made to be admired.

Or: It’s the summer of 1996 in New York City when Luke meets Ashton at his bar. Things aren’t always as they seem.

He Did Ballet by @kaleidoscopeminds: 34k cake. people love this one and meg is a great writer

Like the way he danced, everything in Luke's life was perfectly placed, an allegro exercise all on beat, an enchainment with no mistakes. The last thing he needed was a distraction, something to pull his attention away and make him stumble, like losing your spot during a series of fouettés. He glances back towards the bar and sees Calum still looking in his direction. Luke catches his eye again by mistake for just a second too long and Calum smiles slowly and winks at him. Luke shivers slightly and already feels slightly unbalanced. Calum is definitely not a good idea.

Luke's life is perfectly on track. He is about to get everything he's ever wanted, to become a Principal dancer for the Royal Ballet. He's focused, determined and nothing will get in his way. Then he meets Calum, a smooth-tongued barman with dangerous eyes, and suddenly not everything's so simple.

The Sun Is Burning Down Los Angeles by @burstingsunrise: 40k cake. have heard good things and Molly is a good writer

Calum probably signed a form saying he wouldn’t fall in love with the lead singer of the band. And he really doesn’t want to. What a cliché. It’s just…people get famous for a reason. This guy got famous for all the reasons.

***

Calum moves to LA to work for 5SOS.

#fic rec #there really are not that many (good quality) smutless works over 50k #like less than I thought lol #and i think that the over 50k is key here #because i've seen other fic recs with like. 20k fics on them but that's not a TRUE longfic yknow #like none of my fics should be considered a longfic I don't think. unmute will eventually but that's not finished #anyway feel free to add any smutless fics over 50k that y'all know of that i missed!

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Ghost (2) Masterlist

part one

a dream for white light (ao3) - merlypops luke/calum, michael/harry G, 1k

Summary: A breeze picked up, stirring the dried autumn leaves where they were littering the tarmac around him. The wind seemed very localised - none of the trees edging the car park were moving and even the man sitting on the other side of the steps appeared unaffected - but Michael's hair was being tousled and the cool air felt like fingertips stroking his cheeks for a moment, reminding him that he wasn't alone. ‘Not now, Ash. Please not now.’

At Calum and Luke's wedding, Ashton helps Michael move on.

Beyond These Walls (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/luke, luke/calum E, 17k

Summary: When Luke stumbled upon a strange-looking book in the school library, he did not know that his life was about to change. What he did not know was that he would feel that way again, he was sure that was not going to happen again after he fell in love with Calum, his boyfriend. Who was that new boy anyway? Why does he always occupy Luke's mind? He was so charming yet so mysterious.

Carnival Of Broken Dreams (ao3) - orphan_account luke/calum, michael/ashton, ofc, luke/calum/everybody M, 15k

Summary: Michael and the boys of 5SOS run the Carnival of Broken Dreams that judges mortals on whether or not they have a soul mate and if they do, the mortals have 24 hours to locate and pair off with their soul mate within the carnival before time runs out and they become soulless destined to be bound to the Haunted House of Horrors at the carnival for the rest of eternity. Michael the twisted magician that holds the ultimate judgement on whether a person stays human and finds their soul mate or becomes soulless is stunned when a young 18 year old girl with raven black hair and piercing violet eyes stands before him within the Ring of Souls and discovers that she is not only his soulmate but that she is the key to saving the world when a horrific incident causes the balance between the soulless and the soulmates to come crashing down. The clock is ticking as Michael and the rest of 5SOS along with a new cast of misfit characters come together to change fate and perhaps mend the heart of the carnival and the ones who run it forever.

Cupcake (ao3) - bonniebloome michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: Luke Hemmings was a women's man. Or boy, because he was only seventeen.

One night, walking with friends on a lonely lane, a game of Truth or Dare plays out. Luke was never fond of the creepy toy factory, but how could he turn it down?

And Michael Clifford, only a mere shadow of the young boy that once was, is happy Luke hadn't.

Ectoplasm (ao3) - koogolplex calum/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Ashton is too stressed to deal with Calum's slimy mess when he forgets not to phase through their kitchen wall, and for a ghost, Calum is surprisingly repentant.

Ghost of You (ao3) - HolyAFIx94 G, 4k

Summary: from a prompt: 'Imagine a ghost who no one can see, who catches an item that's flying to someone before it hits their face. People now assume that person can make stuff float. And the ghost is awkward, adorable, so he just follows the person around and whenever someone requests an item floats, the ghost just does that for them.'

Ghost of you(When the sun goes down we all get lonely) (ao3) - VivianBennie luke/ashton T, 4k

Summary: Maybe he’s just imagining, maybe its just another fantasy he pictures, but Luke seems semitransparent, a halo casting around his figure, holy, angelic. “The night was very long but it didn’t seem long to the Snow Man; he stood lost in his own pleasant thoughts, and they froze until they crackled.”

Or: Ashton meets Luke at a library, and everything just tells itself.

haunting me forever from the start (ao3) - yellingatbabylon luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 3k

Summary: Calum is moments away from giving a snarky response when he catches a glimpse of the people in line behind them as he turns in Michael’s direction.

And of course the most beautiful boy he has ever laid his eyes on is just steps behind him and also about to witness Calum shriek like a baby at the sight of a clown or something.

in the spirit (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 7k

Summary: Luke doesn’t believe in ghosts.

In fact, he thinks the idea of ghosts is fairly ludicrous, and finds it hard to believe how many otherwise-rational people do believe in ghosts. This includes Ashton, who keeps trying to convince Luke that his new house is haunted just because some weird shit happens occasionally.

Lost Inside A Memory of Someone's Life (ao3) - not_just_dreamers michael/luke M, 4k

Summary: ' The boy doesn’t look threatening, sort of sad and withdrawn. He looks how Michael feels.

Michael clears his throat and slowly approaches, surprised the boy didn’t hear him already. The boy startles and turns around quickly, puppy-dog brown eyes looking tearful.

“I’m sorry,” He stubs his cig out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone had moved in. My- My boyfriend used to live here, I’m sorry.”

Michael frowns and sits down beside him, “It’s alright,” He decides, because the boy clearly means no harm. He looks like a frightened animal. “It’s alright. What happened to your boyfriend?”

“He passed away, a couple of years ago. He would’ve been twenty-two today.”

And that makes Michael’s heart ache, because he was right, the boy is just like him. '

Please Stay (ao3) - nine_rainbows michael/luke G, 5k

Summary: Luke's death makes Michael sad and he doesn't want to move on. He prayed for Luke to comes back to live. But God said another. Luke comes back as a ghost, because Michael made him to. Michael felt presence of Luke. Luke has 3 months to be all around Michael until Michael said he's going to let Luke go.

Suadade (ao3) - thenewbrokenscene michael/luke T, 20k

Summary: [Horror AU]

The feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost.

there’s a ghost in the back of this room (ao3) - mashtonasfuck calum/ashton G, 3k

Summary: N/A

Trapped in a Horror Movie | Niall-Centric (ao3) - xdistorted_cliffordx T, 12k

Summary: It was the night an innocent prank went bad.

All these six teenage boys wanted to do was mess with their friend Niall on Halloween by going to an abandoned mansion. That's all. Just to give him a little scare, to change up their age old tradition of watching horror movies.

But it's a night that will alter their lives forever, one they'll never forget.

Because unlike years past, the boys will be trapped in a horror moie, fighting for their lives, trying their best to escape the mansion.

With each other.

ALIVE.

Troxler Effect (ao3) - Anonymous N/R, 1k

Summary: "Fixating one's gaze on some element in the visual field can cause surrounding stationary images to seem to slowly disappear or fade." In which she's confident she just saw a stranger sitting in her kitchen, uninvited

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #5 seconds of summer #ghosts #ghosts masterlist #masterlists

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-> About Me (navigation)

Call me Alex. Born 2006, i’m a native indian student in high school. i like to write excessively in freelance times and make oddly specific playlists. 5SOS, One Direction enthusiast. It’s all about the aesthetic <3. I really love cats so please flood me with them. I love using emoticons :)

-> About My Writing

I mostly write contemporary fiction with diverse character representation. Number one enemies to lovers trope stan even though found family comes a close second. I also write fantasy (i love worldbuilding) and different genres to refresh. requests for drabble and fics are open! but it might take time since i get flooded sometimes.

-> About My WIPs (masterlist)

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Hey Micah (ongoing)

In which ayla has been in love with her best friend for as long as she has known life but his fate has other plans for him and alyssa.

“and i know in the depths of my heart that whatever happens to the three of us, we’ll always make it though. back to each other. home”

best friends to lovers | teen fiction | diverse | coming of age | forbidden love | feel good | found family | second chance love

tw // major character death

Oblivion Of Everything (camp nano)

In which ten nights and a whole lot of coffee changes the connections between an insomniac and a sleepyhead, who just want to know what life is.

“whatever you do, don’t fall asleep” “well that’s ironic”

enemies to lovers | new adult | diverse | feel good | late nights | rivalmance | philosophy

tw // insomnia

Noah And Peyton

in which two 15 year old best friends agree to date each other if they can’t find love till 19, and Noah is determined to not let Peyton’s relationships last.

“we made a pact, pey, and i’m just following it. break my heart, but don’t break the pact. or it’s gonna break us,”

best friends to lovers | diverse | coming of age | teen fiction

tw // eating disorder // assault

Xavier

in which a gang leader’s daughter is arranged to marry the world’s biggest mafia leader. Xavier Blackheart has been putting up a shield all his life, only to be ripped apart by Catherine’s diamond dagger, and she’s the queen he never asked for.

“i’m a spitfire, and he’s ice cold. i wait for the day he’s gonna melt and i’ll finally be able to see the boy beneath him. because as much as i hate to admit it, i know he’s there, trying to hold on to life while the world crumbles around him,”

enemies to lovers | arranged marriage | mafia romance | rich broken bad boy | found family | diverse

tw // violence and gore // assault

She’s The Man

in which a neurodivergent girl dresses up as a boy to attend the most elite prep school to study and change the world, and she does. with the help of two twins, no less.

“I’d never really wondered how i’d look in a boys uniform. Until today, of course,”

“I might be able to live without one, because life goes on whether we want it to or not, but i certainly don’t want to. Live without you, that is. My world has two suns and i’m just as grateful to be their whole universe.”

bold female | twins | polyamorous | not that cliche | elite academy | diverse | neurodivergent

Ashton Garcia and the Teenage Side of Things

in which a non binary pansexual Ashton Garcia tries to discover themselves while still struggling through the hell that is high school. coming out? therapy? fake friends? what has their life come to? they try to find all the answers by themselves, and realise along the way that sometimes, it’s okay to be different and it’s okay to accept help. they’re not alone, not if Tyler Jones has anything to do with it.

“the words on the billboard blurred as my clothes became wet in the rain and i couldn’t believe that, standing there, someone accepted me more than i accepted myself. and what do you know, it was a mind boggling feeling on its own,”

non binary | pansexual | diverse | found family | high school au | trans mc |

tw // minor transphobia and homophobia

Breathe - letter side project

a project that will contain letters for aesthetic topics and just normal every day things observed through the eyes of a visionary, with all of the freshness of new ideas and optimism and deep things. a salvation of sorts. words that are too different to merge into works but too important to not share with the world.

“it was a cluster of lost droplets falling onto the ground with ferocity, as if they'd lost their way home and had surrounded us with melancholy. seems that someone unravelled the bright cloud and poked it enough for it to break, to turn dark and broken and finally let go of the weight it was holding. only if the sun had been shining now, the sadness could have been converted into a beautiful spectrum of colours, a companion to the endless tears of the cloud, a smile in the darkest depths of the broken world.”

aesthetic | letters | philosophy | visionary | deep

We’ll Never Die (5SOS fanfic) (30k)

in which michael clifford and his fan meet on an airplane and the walls he’s built fall for her.

fanfiction | rock star x fan | hurt/comfort | found family | coming of age | can be read as standalone

-> Do Not Interact

TERFs / queerphobic / racists / ableists / nsfw

-> Tag Lists

1. everything

@neptune-falls @metanoiamorii @thescatteredscribbles @little-boats-on-a-lake @talesofsorrowandofruin @w-l-ink @baguettethebooklover @euphoniouspandemonium @wannabeauthorzofija @lady-of-himring @the-writing-avocado @ink-fireplace-coffee @your-local-bi-disaster @a-completely-normal-writer @felonyfairy @cool-but-confused @47crayons

2. Hey Micah

@mel-writes-with-her-dragons @zoya-writes

3. BREATHE

@zoya-writes @unbalancedscale @just-colorful-regret

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[yvaineseleneposts]

Out of my limit

This was requested by anonymous.

A/N: I tried my best to research everything, but I am almost sure that I got some details wrong. I really tried and I hope you like it! I also remembered that I watched “The Dirt” and I totally forgot about that.

Pairing: OC Stevie Joan Lee & Calum Hood

Words: 1k

Warning(s): swearing, mentions of drug use, angst (I guess)?

Even before you were born, the world already knew who you were. You are named after rock stars just like your younger brothers, Stevie Joan Lee, daughter of the famous Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson. Growing up you stayed away from the spotlights, people knew of you, but they didn’t know who the real Stevie Joan was. You tried to stay out of your father’s crazy lifestyle and for a while it worked. That was until you took a liking to a famous Australian based band called 5 Seconds of Summer… and to be even more specific a bass player called Calum Hood.

You swore on your life that you would never fall for an artist or even someone famous, seeing how your dad was. You loved that he got to do what he loved, but you hated how he was rarely home or how hard the rock star life was on his health. On the other hand, you went to school and tried to live as normal of a life as possible. You fangirled at concerts and fantasized about meeting 5sos. However, you could easily let your dad’s team call someone and have it arranged but seeing that you wanted to live a normal life, it stayed a fantasy. You know the guys from 5sos are big Mötley Crüe fans and a meeting could easily be arranged, but you didn’t want your dad interfering with your life and interests. You weren’t much of a spoiled brat, you paid for a lot of things yourself because you are a strong independent woman for fuck’s sake.

In 2019, you went to yet another 5 Seconds of Summer concert, your friend got the tickets for the two of you, and you couldn’t be happier. The tickets were general admission, meaning you were waiting in line way before the concert even started, so you could get to the front and admire Calum from up close. You had done this before by multiple of their concerts and every time you were more in awe of how gorgeous he was. It may sound absolutely weird as can be, but you were in love with him. Not the fangirl in love with him where you faint. No, I’m talking the whole butterflies in the stomach, can’t think straight when you see him, type of love.

That night you and your friend had made it to the front near the spot where Calum would be later on. What happened next felt like a fairytale or a fan fiction. Calum saw you and danced with you all night (him still on stage obviously) and invited you backstage after the concert. It wasn’t until you introduced yourself as ‘Stevie Joan’ that he realised you were Tommy Lee’s daughter. You exchanged numbers, three days later he asked you on a date, and you have been dating each other ever since. You never really got used to his lifestyle, it was far less crazy than your father’s, but it was crazy nonetheless. You joined him on tour whilst he was in America, during his visit to other countries you kept close contact.

You received a text from him saying that he was in Amsterdam with a photo attached of him smoking with the guys. You texted him back that he should be careful and that you missed him. After that you received a photo of them with a lot of girls, you weren’t blind you knew they had groupies and Calum had promised you that he would never do anything with them. However, this night you felt like something was different, he still hadn’t replied to your text saying that you missed him and the girl in the photo was a little too close to Calum to just be friendly. Instagram was the best for your own FBI investigation to whom this girl was. As soon as you typed in 5 Seconds of Summer more photos popped up from this night and from the nights before according to the timestamp underneath the photos. You know you shouldn’t have, but you began to read the comments.

“Good to see Calum finally enjoying himself”

“He should dump his girlfriend, she’s holding him back”

“He is only with her because of her father”

“I bet they aren’t even really dating”

Could that be true? Was he really dating you because of your father? What would he get out of it, more fame? You went insane that night. You tried calling him multiple times, but he never answered any of them. You tried to call Ashton as he was the only one you were close too besides Calum. He didn’t answer either, but you did get a text from him saying that he was sorry.

That night you went to bed and cried yourself to sleep. The next morning you did something you never thought you would do, you called your father. After speaking with him, you packed all your stuff from the flat you and Calum shared in LA and left to go to your father’s house. You welcomed you with open arms as you fell into them, sobbing. You really thought Calum was the one, but it turns out he wasn’t.

**********

Calum went crazy in Amsterdam. He had seen the pictures that were taken last night, and he feared the most. He tried calling you so many times, he had even called your brothers, but they wouldn’t tell him anything. He couldn’t sleep in his own bed on his own, so he went to Ashton’s room. Ashton tried to console him but just like you had, he cried himself to sleep, but not before he saw Ashton send you a text. Was it really over?

Buy me a coffee

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[flannelpunkcalum]

Ashton with his slightly beastly tendencies having a really quick temper and you're just a sensitive bean so he tries really hard to keep it under control

(partly based on this post)

and you’d be the only one able to calm him down?? like the first time you see him get mad (and it’s over something stupid, like a homework assignment he didn’t hand in on time) his voice goes all low and throaty and you could see the tension in his shoulders from a mile away and he almost rushes a teacher so you try to stay out of his way for the rest of the day

and that evening he pulls you aside from your smokescreen of friends and asks you why you’ve been avoiding him and he’s pouting, he’s your Ash again, and you feel safe enough in his arms to tell him that his anger kinda spooked you coming out of nowhere

and after that he works so hard at it. even when some idiot knocks into you in the hall he just steadies you with his hands on his waist and takes deep breaths until he calms down enough to help you pick up your things. in return you stay still for him, let him anchor himself on your love. even if he gives that idiot the stinkeye all day, he doesn’t get into another brawl and you’re so proud of him you kiss him so he can feel your smile. 

it gets to the point where he’s infamous for counting backwards from ten when he’s mad and if anyone teases him about it he growls “shut up you prick i promised my girl i’d keep calm” like oh my heart

and don’t get me started on his angry sex oH BOY

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[dukehoods]

omg but Michael as a warlock but his powers are charged by his emotions so whenever he's feeling a really intense emotion weird stuff happens.

okay so i originally had fluff prepared for this but then i started writing and it took a whole different directions and well here’s the end product here you go

warnings: death mention, angst

You found his heart three months later, in a jar on the top shelf of the castle’s pantry and to the left of the dried dates.

When you realized that it was a heart—and more importantly, that it was Percival’s heart—I know you thought of me. I’m not saying that to be like those narcissistic princes you drove out the gates, but because I know you. I know you,  and I know that when you see a still-beating sparkly purple human heart  stuck in a jar with the bottom all smashed in, you think to yourself, god dammit Michael, what’ve you done this time? For once though, Princess, the sparkly heart is not my fault. (Though I really wish it was. What? The bastard deserved it.) Whoever had killed him just left his body out, I guess, and by the time I got there the fairies had already gotten to him and glittered his body and dyed his skin the color of the sea at sunset. When i asked for his heart (just his heart, thank you, no, I don’t need his kidneys too but thank you very much it’s incredibly thoughtful of you to offer), the glitter and color had already seeped in. So you see, it really wasn’t my fault his heart turned out like that, though you have to admit, it is a nice touch.

But you’re not really reading this to find out about the heart, are you? No, you’re reading to find out why I jumped in front of that dragon for you. So I’ll just tell you now before I lose my nerve: I did it because I love you.

I don’t know when it started, really. Maybe it was the first time I lost control of my powers in public. You’d grabbed my hand in the market so we wouldn’t be separated and I’d been so startled I accidentally turned all the merchant’s wares into butterflies flitting through the air like the ones in my stomach, and while the merchant swore at me and the guards hurriedly tried to pay him off you’d just giggled up at me. As your eyes crinkled and your nose scrunched, I realized any berating by the head warlock for losing control yet again was worth it, and I’d do it over and over again as long as it meant you got to keep that look on your face. Or maybe it was the time that lord attempted to court you, and you told me afterwards how his lips tasted of burnt paper and his poetry was the color of the dirt I melted when we were children, and all I could think was gods above, if I had just the one chance I’d pluck constellations from the sky for you to wear as a crown and give you the sun for your throne.

Thing is, Princess, I don’t particularly care when I started loving you. All I know is I do, and it’s led me to do some incredibly stupid things.

How do you tell the most wonderful person in the world that you’re in love with them, when you know that there’s no one on this earth who could possibly deserve them, not even yourself? How do you tell someone that everything feels new and strange and backwards around them, and how late at night, when everyone else is asleep, you stay up writing monologues about their tiny feet and how their sun-kissed skin looks when they wear that one blue dress and how their lips curve so delicately and it’s all you can do to hold yourself back from kissing them, and how during the day you dream of their eyes and their smile and the way their hair curls at the ends and how their hands grasp the covers of a book as they bend their head over it and how you’re so desperately in love with the way they say your name and how, if they ever asked, you’d give your life for them in an instant?

Well, you prove it, I suppose.

When the king announced to the warlocks that you’d run off with Lord Percival, I almost lit the room on fire. Sure, I always figured you’d marry a foreign prince at some point, but for you to run away with the most obscure nobleman of the continent? That was something none of the warlocks could’ve Seen.

The second your father ordered us to bring you back, I was out of the throne room and on a horse searching for you. I searched for you for days, Princess, my heart in my throat and my magic nervously bubbling beneath my skin the entire time, until I stumbled upon the two of you late one night.

You’d taken him to the dragon cave.

You were kissing him under the pale light of the crystals hanging from the ceiling with our carved initials barely a foot away from your tangled limbs, and though that alone would’ve broken my heart, the sight of him reaching a slow hand back to grab a dagger made my magic surge in fear and suddenly he was screaming and all that was left of his hand was a bloody, charred stump.

I don’t remember much of what happened after that. I remember he was snarling insults at you, and your normally bright eyes were so dark with heartbreak I couldn’t stand it. I remember how I’d summoned a ball of fire to stop this, to stop him, once and for all, and I remember you pleading with me to just please, Michael, let’s just go, okay? I want to go home, he’s not worth it let’s just leave and just when I’d turned back to you and let my flames gutter out, I remember that was when the dragon appeared, with his claws gauging deep scars through the rock and purple fire curling it’s way out of his mouth.

They tell me soon after that, the dragon turned to Percival first, opening its mouth and finishing the job I’d begun of charring him to a crisp, before setting its sights on the two of us. They said I’d pushed you behind me and told you to run and you refused, saying you’d stick with me until the end, and in the seconds it took for the dragon to open its mouth and suck in a breath I summoned the last of my magic and transported you out of the cave.

It didn’t hurt, you know, when it happened. There was no pain, and there was no fear, and all I felt at the end was relief that I had at least gotten you out. So you need to let me go, okay, Princess? You can’t keep turning it over in your head and inflating it with what ifs just to break your own heart over and over again. There was no way both of us could’ve gotten out of it alive, and if I had to do it all over again, I’d choose to do the exact same thing in a heartbeat.

This is the last time you’ll hear from me, I think. They told me that if I were to do this it would use up the last of my life energy and everything that makes me myself would just disappear and I would no longer exist, so when it’s finally your time, you won’t find me waiting for you, and I am so sorry for that. I know I promised you Michael and Y/N forever, but you need this letter now. You need to live for me, truly live, okay, Y/N? Not this half-assed existence you’ve been wallowing in for the past three years. Fall in love and rule as your father meant for you to and tell your kids the story of how once upon a time, you had a best friend, and if the fates had only allowed it, the two of you would’ve ruled the world.

I’ve never met anyone in my entire existence who burns as brightly as you do, Princess. You are edges and thunderstorms and fire and wings and I was a fool to think I could ever find a single world to describe you in a poem or a sonnet or any of those things people do when they’re in love. Here at the end of it all, all I know is that I love you, and it is more than enough.

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[taleofharrison]

The One | Calum Hood

Summary: Calum tells the story of how you knew you were the one while you talk about your movie and he talks about his fifth album.

Warnings: A flashback with italics and Tom Holland as a guest (he’s mentioned once)

Requested: nope just wanted to write something wher Tom and 5sos are friends.

Word Count: 943

A/N: Just a blurb living in my fantasy world where my comfort celebrities know each other.

MASTERLIST HERE

“From the new movie Runaway and from 5 Seconds of Summer please welcome Y/N Y/L/N and Calum Hood!” James Corden announced.

This would be the first interview without any of your castmates and the first one for Calum without any of his bandmates this time the stars aligned and 5SOS released their fifth studio album and your movie came out almost at the same time meaning his label and your PR team would use your relationship and get as much juice out of it as possible and while you and Calum hated the way your relationship was used for clout or promo sometimes you guys wouldn’t say no to an interview together.

“Y/N your movie is doing great in the box office right now, Calum your band just earned another number one album, and you are also engaged” the crowd cheered with James’ words “you really are the definition of power couple, aren’t you?”

“Well, what can I say?” Calum shrugged “I hit jack pot when I met her.”

He grabbed your hand and kissed it making you giggle.

“Now let’s talk about your movie where you share screen with the one and only Tom Holland care to share about that experience?” James moved on with the interview.

“It was a pleasure working with him he really puts a lot of himself in his craft and I think we both learned a lot from each other since a lot of the scenes were so intense to shoot sometimes. We had each other’s backs all the time” you answered.

“Now was it difficult to find the chemistry?” he inquired again. Calum might have known where this was going to, so he chuckled.

“The moment we met we started hanging out way before shooting our characters only have each other and while they are not the best friends at the beginning, they grow to like each other and form a pretty solid friendship” you spoke not really giving that much away.

“It seems like you formed a pretty strong bond outside silver screen” he said, “so strong that Tom became your fiancé’s new best friend.”

James pulled out a screenshot from under his desk it was from Luke’s Instagram. The photo was of Calum and Tom both clearly wasted and the caption saying I think I’ve been replaced.

The audience laughed with James and Calum while you just face palmed yourself.

“Honestly sometimes it felt like the ones who had to bond for a movie were them not me and Tom” you joked playfully rolling your eyes which earned you a kiss on the cheek from Calum “I was third wheeling most of the time.”

With one last chuckle James moved on to Calum “and about your album how does it feel to come back with your fifth album and still hitting number one?”

“It still feels surreal to be honest” he replied, “the fans are crazy some of them been supporting us for 10 years some for a few months, but they seem to connect a lot with us, and our music and they are so passionate and supporting of us, we’re so grateful.”

“This time you guys released a ballad for a lead single why?”

“It was a bold choice but since the four of us are in strong relationships now and that was a love song, we felt the strongest song was that one and we followed our gut” Calum explained looking at you, clearly you had been his inspiration.

“And may I ask you how you knew she was the one?”

Saying ‘when I met her’ was cliché Calum knew that and there was a more special moment which made him think ‘holy shit she’s the one’ so he went for that one.

Another tour, another late-night flight, and another jet lag. Nothing new in his life it had been his life since he turned 16-17, he doesn’t even remember and while Calum loved the fans and being on stage, he couldn’t lie he was glad he was at home again with Duke and with you.

Your relationship with Calum was just a couple months old when he had to leave for a world tour, and he had been so nervous to ask you to stay at his house every now and then and to take care of Duke you accepted of course you wouldn’t leave his poor dog alone.

When Calum stepped into his bedroom, he saw you sleeping in one of his hoodies with Duke cuddled to your stomach.

“It was in that moment when it hit me and I realized how much effort she put into the long-distance thing and appreciated when she convinced the studio to let her go for a couple to Europe with me” he said, “it was then when I knew that I love her even though our relationship was just a couple months old.”

“And Y/N did you have a moment like that too?” James asked while the public awed at his story.

“Uhm not really” you said “I guess when I managed to get some time off from shutting just so I could visit him was when I realized that I would anything for him. I guess it was sixth sense telling me that I shouldn’t let him go, that I couldn’t let him go and that’s why I was so invested in it and to make it work, I just wasn’t doing it consciously back then.”

“That just sounds like you’re soulmates” James said while you and Calum smiled at each other “we’ll be right back to play spill your guts or fill your guts with Calum Hood and Y/N Y/L/N”

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