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burstingsunrise · 2 years

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so as one of my favorite fic authors, i trust your taste very very much and i have to ask - do you have any fic recs? like, give me your all time favorites. thank you in advance <3

first of all thank you! <3 and also, oooh it's been a minute since i've been asked for recs and i am happy to provide some of my faves! i mainly read cake these days so these are mostly going to be cake, but there's some other stuff sprinkled in too.

this accidentally kinda became a list of writers since these writers are responsible for most of my favorite fics, but i did try to narrow it down to my absolute favorites to honor your actual question.

anything by @kaleidoscopeminds (ao3) but especially:

and what if you’d never smiled at me (cake / t / 14.9k)

talk to me, baby (cake / e / 17.8k)

walmart sonata (cake / m / 33.5k)

anything by @daydadahlias (ao3) but especially:

ask for more series (cake / e / 38.8k)

take notes (cake / e / 78.9k)

original orpheus (lashton / e / 14.2k)

anything by @clumsyclifford (ao3) but especially:

a change of heart and a silver lining (cake / t / 18k)

we’ve got flames in our veins (cake / t / 3.9k)

anything by @lifewasradical (ao3) but especially:

i lied to you like a promise on new year’s day (cake / m / 27.1k)

hiding in the seams (cake / t / 21.2k)

anything by @ashtcnirwin (ao3) but especially:

tidal wave (lashton / e / 127.2k)

anything by @cringeycal (ao3) but especially:

lake effect kids (cake / t / 10.8k)

anything by @calumcest (ao3) but especially:

if these walls could talk (they’ve seen way too many things) (lashton / t / 26.1k)

these two orphaned fics i’m convinced were written by the same person:

take the pieces, build them skywards (cake / e / 24.6k)

when did the diamonds leave your bones (lashton / e / 41.2k)

also, to satisfy my undercover muke stan agenda:

city lights by onlythevoid (muke / e / 79.9k)

over break by @daydadahlias (muke / t / 16.2k)

#there aren't really any older fics on here #largely because there aren't that many that have stuck with me in a meaningful way #and the few that have i wouldn't necessarily consider favorites #largely because i just prefer the vibes of stories based more closely on their current existence and vibes #also i have read sooo little cashton/malum/mashton BUT #several of these writers have fics with those pairings that i'm sure are incredible!#i really hope all these links are correct pls universe help me out here #ask #anon #fic recs #5sos fic #cake fic #lashton fic #muke fic

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smashgirltommo · 2 years

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Michael : what are you doing ?

Ashton : making pancakes what the hell does it look like

Michael : at 4 am?

Ashton : I’ve lost control of my life Mike

Ashton : there you go baby here are your pancakes, made with love *smiles*

Luke : oh that’s okay babe I’m not hungry anymore

Ashton : *blinks*

Ashton : *shoves two pancakes into Luke’s mouth* made. with. love.

Luke : *fear in his eyes* *gives Ashton a thumbs up* *chews rapidly*

#lashton #5sos #ashton irwin #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #lashton is real #malum #calum hood #michael clifford #luke hemmings is a princess #5sos5 #daddy ash #lashtoncore #lashton fic #5sos smut #5sos fic

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tirednotflirting · 2 years

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i will write you kitchen songs (i'll give you all my love)

hi there. i’m going to attempt to be a fic writer again. pls be nice, i’ll cry otherwise <3

here this is on ao3

7.12am

Luke catches Ashton’s wrist right as he’s about to roll out of bed. Luke’s eyes are still closed, not yet ready to face the day (and without looking at a clock he’s knows it’s too early to be awake on a Sunday), but his lips form a small pout as his pinky presses against where he knows a red heart is permanently painted against Ashton’s skin.

“Leave the door open ‘til you’re back?” Luke asks as he feels weight lift from the mattress, his voice gravelly from sleep. Ashton likes his morning voice. Maybe that will add something to his suggestion of Ashton returning to bed after getting a glass of water or whatever instead of starting his day already.

“Wanted to let you sleep a bit longer,” Ashton explains. His hand lifts and Luke’s loose grip falls back to the sheets. Luke whines until Ashton uses the hand to run through his hair.

“Please?” Luke asks again, his tired eyes blinking open to look up at Ashton. Luke loves Ashton in the morning. He loves him all the time but there’s something about seeing the remnants of sleep still clinging to him that makes Luke want to love him up just a touch more than every other minute of the day. His laughter lines always seem more defined in the earlier hours and Ashton should win awards for how adorable his bedhead is. If he were any closer, Luke would lift a hand to run along the stubble on Ashton’s cheeks.

“Can you compromise for coffee in bed?”

“Babe, I get coffee and my boyfriend in bed past 7 AM on a Sunday. You’re giving me a win-win.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ashton says in a sarcastic tone before leaning down to press a kiss against Luke’s bleached curls. He pads away from the bed then and out the door toward the kitchen, the door left half open as promised.

Luke lets his eyes fall shut again and rolls to Ashton’s side of the bed. His pillow smells faintly of his woodsy cologne and the new coconut shampoo he started using that his sister recommended and it’s a mix that Luke wishes he could find in a candle. He’s making a mental note to ask Ashton of the possibility of this when he hears Ashton flip on the coffee bean grinder. Luke silently counts down until the machine turns itself off and then Ashton is filling the kettle at the sink. He hears the click of the stove top flicking on (Ashton’s a stovetop kettle kind of guy despite having a perfectly nice electric kettle sitting behind the stand mixer on the counter).

Sounds start mixing then; the opening and closing of the fridge, the whirring of the milk frother, Ashton whistling the melody of a song Calum had showed them when they were all hanging out at Michael’s the night before. Luke can’t see it but he figures Ashton is doing some kind of shuffling around the kitchen that is almost a dance but not really. The kettle just barely starts squealing but Ashton is quick to pick it up and then Luke distantly hears the sound of water splashing over the grounds, the freshly brewed coffee filling two mugs. Before long, Ashton’s whistling turns to humming and it’s accompanied by the almost rhythmic sound of a spoon hitting the sides of the mugs as Ashton stirs in Luke’s three scoops of sugar and his own one.

It’s a sweet, domestic little tune, Ashton making their morning coffee. Luke wants to play it on repeat.

For another moment, Luke hears the sink run (Ashton is a big believer in clean as you go). Luke rolls back over to his own side of the bed and reaches for his glasses on his own nightstand before pushing himself up to sit. By the time he’s leaning against the headboard, Ashton is carefully shuffling back into the room with two very full mugs of coffee.

“Lots of sugar for you, sugar,” Ashton says with a wink while carefully passing Luke the mug.

“You’re never gonna get tired of saying that are you?” Luke says. (He loves hearing Ashton say it. He loves that they have so many cute, cheesy things they say so regularly to each other. Great things for the grandkids to roll their eyes at one day, he thinks.)

Ashton smiles, his dimples really putting on a show before he leans over to press a kiss to the top of Luke’s cheek. “Nope.”

They sip their coffee and mumble back and forth about their plans for the day, the funny thing happening in Luke’s book of the week, the cute dog that Ashton saw on his jog a few days ago that he’d forgotten to tell Luke about.

The sun has risen high enough that streaks of light paint their way across the sheets and the navy blue quilt that rests fully on Luke’s side of the bed (Ashton’s a warm sleeper). Luke finishes his coffee first and after setting his mug on the nightstand, he cuddles into Ashton’s side. He lets his head rest mostly against Ashton’s shoulder, the smell from the pillow now amplified and mixing with Ashton’s coffee. In a way it’s another song that Luke wants to play on a loop.

Luke should be wired from the coffee now but as Ashton starts drawing patterns where his hand rests against Luke’s shoulder, he finds himself lulled back to sleep by the lullaby of a slow morning in love.

5.42pm

“Honey, I’m home,” Ashton sings and he kicks the backdoor shut behind him.

Luke peeks his head out from the kitchen to see Ashton juggling a few bags from Trader Joe’s. One appears to be completely filled with just flowers.

“Are we having hydrangeas for dinner then?” Luke teases as he extracts one of the bags more precariously held by Ashton. He’s thanked with a quick kiss that tastes like raspberries. The open box in the bag Luke has grabbed being the likely culprit. He reaches in and grabs a few berries for himself.

“No, I got sucked down this Youtube rabbit hole last night on flower arranging and I think I want to give it a shot,” Ashton says. “For dinner I was thinking pizza?”

Luke smiles at the new hobby idea (Ashton’s always had a great eye for color, he’ll be wonderful at this and then their home will smell and look like something out of Better Homes and Gardens). “Can you make something with those yellow roses for the kitchen table? Think the colors would look nice with the hand towels,” Luke starts while gesturing to the golden towels hanging above the sink. “Also where do you want to order from?”

“Oh!” Ashton punctuates his words with a clap. “Not that kinda pizza.”

And then he pulls pizza dough, sauce, pepperoni, and far too many types of cheeses for two people from the bag. Luke can’t help but laugh.

“Think we have enough cheese?” he says as he surveys the options.

“You should be thankful I’m indecisive, you can never have too much cheese.”

They set to work then on the pizzas. Luke swears he owns a rolling pin but when they can’t find it (lost in the move maybe?) Luke finds a bottle of red wine to use instead and they take turns stretching the dough into shapes that vaguely resemble circles. They make an effort to use every single kind of cheese. Ashton lets out a bright laugh at the small mountain of grated cheese on top of Luke’s pizza and even though Luke has spent the day looping through some of the new demos he’s been working on with Sammy, it’s the best sound he’s heard all day. Soon enough they’re sliding baking sheets into the oven and setting a timer.

They eat rather quickly, making judgments on the different cheeses as they go (Yeah, you can tell I went cheap on the gouda…Can I confess something? I think all of the different cheddar cheeses taste exactly the same. No, stop it. It’s time I live my truth, okay?). Luke cleans the dishes while Ashton starts sorting all of his flowers on the kitchen island, trying to decide where to start. Then Luke follows Petunia out to the backyard for a few minutes (and maybe he brings along a few pieces of pepperoni for her as a treat because Ashton thinks it’s too unhealthy for her but shhh).

When Luke returns inside, Ashton has set to work with tulips and sunflowers. Another vase has a few pieces of eucalyptus and bright white hydrangeas. As expected, he was right and Ashton really does have an eye for this.

There’s probably an hour to kill before getting ready for bed so Luke silently sets up the chess board on a free spot on the island. He makes the first move and then lets his blue eyes drift over to Ashton. A pair of hazel are already there to meet him.

“I can’t believe you’d think you even need to pout at me to play, come on now,” Ashton laughs. He studies the board for a quick moment and then makes his own move. Before returning to his flowers, he reaches for Luke’s hand closest to him, lifting it to press his lips against Luke’s knuckles. When Luke pulls the hand back to rest his blushing cheek against the palm of it, his fingers smell like rose petals.

He leaves his spot for a moment to grab a carton of ice cream from the freezer and returns to the island with two spoons, pushing one in Ashton’s direction. His gaze is pulled from the blooms at the sound of metal hitting the wood and smiles. “Love you, sugar,” he hums before digging his spoon into the carton.

Luke settles back onto his stool and smiles at the name. He lets the scene all around him soak in, from the rustling of the flowers to the sound of the chess pieces moving on the board to the dishwasher running behind him. He thinks back to the demos from earlier, how he kept feeling like there was something missing in the mix of all of them.

Ashton’s castle takes his pawn and Luke pulls out his phone. In the notes app, he types out kitchen song ????? kitchens = love ??? before locking the screen and shoving it back in his pocket.

#lashton #lashton fic #i feel like a new fic writer again posting rn im so NERVOUS #can i offer you some domestic fluff in these trying times?

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lukemichaelcalumashton · 2 years

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there’s a shimmer in your eyes

pairing: luke hemmings/ashton irwin

rating: t

word count: 3,470

summary:

Ashton wonders why Luke has never asked to do it before. Probably because he’s never shown any interest in wearing make-up for a show. He knows that, by the end of the set, he’s gonna have sweated it all off, and what little is left, he’s gonna have to wipe off after the show, on top of stretching and showering. And it’s not like people will actually be able to see it, with his drums being in the back. It’s just more trouble than it’s worth.

If Luke asked him though, Ashton wouldn’t say no. He rarely ever does.

a/n: I wrote this after a conversation I had with Amanda @lifewasradical after seeing Ash wearing eyeshadow (which, wow!) We both thought Luke might be a lil jealous that he didn’t get to put the make-up on Ashton himself and, thus, this happened! Writing lashton after a long time was fun, I hope everyone enjoys xx

#lashton fic #5sos fic #monse writes #this is what happens when you can't stop thinking about ashton wearing eyeshadow #i'm gonna go stare at those pics again right after i post this i want you to know that #also shout out to Hinds for giving us fantastic ashton content they will be missed #anyway this can also be partly blamed on Amanda (I love you 💜)

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4thbrighteststar · 2 years

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now and forever

Reaching up again, Luke takes one of Ashton’s hands in his. Ashton’s hands are rougher than his own, always have been. Luke remembers when Ashton used to be insecure about how big his hands were in comparison to everyone else’s. He moves Ashton’s fingers so they’re all spread out and holds his own hand level against it, comparing the sizes.

they should be rehearsing. they're not going to.

pairing: lashton

word count: 1678

rating: t (for swearing)

ao3 link

for @daydadahlias I love you happy birthday

#my fic #lashton #lashton fic #5sos fic #IM SORRY YOU'RE PROBABLY ALREADY ASLEEP #ILY

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b0ngwatertearz · 1 year

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A little lashton hurt no comfort for the soul. Working on part two to the series rn!!! Please go check it out I'd rlly appreciate it!!!

#lashton #lashton fic #5sos fanfic #5sos #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #five seconds of summer #fanfic #my fics

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honeyedlashton · 2 years

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“‘Jesus blessed me with you,’ Luke opened his mouth momentarily, twisted blue Hubba Bubba in a knot around his velvet tongue. Ashton nearly lost his breath, but he was strong.

“‘No, I don’t want to fall in love’

“The song continued. Ashton kissed Luke upside down. The boy let his head lull off the end of the bed, but their mouths easily melted together. That sticky, sugary bubblegum stuck between Ashton's teeth, and he bit down to tug it. With a suck, he claimed the remnants off of Luke’s tongue, blowing a bubble in the empty space in-between them.

“Luke whined.

“‘Then who blessed me with this hot bed of sin in my arms right now, eh Lukey?’ Ashton’s warm arms covered the length of Luke’s body, eroding the sea of dress with him.”

—Bottom Boy Baptism by @plushyluke on AO3

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plushyluke · 1 year

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It is so gross that you push a heteronormative dynamic on Lashton. Doesn't it feel fetishizing to you?

thank you for sending bc normally i don't answer things like this, but since it's the holidays, i am feeling generous.

i am going to recommend a collection of essays called queerly phrased to you. particularly, a section entitled "surrogate phonology and transsexual f*ggotry." this book was written some time ago, so its views are not entirely unproblematic. however, a handful of the essays are nuanced and interesting pieces of intersectional queer theory. people on online platforms have a tendency to form opinions based on information they have heard being restated numerous times on twitter. i am here to offer a few informed quotes on slash fiction:

"one common 'explanation' of [slash] literature is to deny that it is about gay men at all, or even about two men at all..." (bagemihl 1997: pp. 387-388). when these writers are not "reviled or psychoanalyzed" they often have to "'explain' their interest in gay men as the symptom of some deeper motivation" (bagemihl 1997: p. 388).

"in all [examples], we see that (once again) any deviation from strictly heterosexual object choice or orientation...becomes problematized and subject to analysis. the issue here is not whether these analyses are correct...but why so many people seem to feel that these phenomena [--slash fics--] need to be 'explained' in the first place. in other words, if we took as a given that sexual orientation, gender identity, and biological sex are not necessarily connected, would we feel such an overwhelming need to explain instances where they don't 'coincide'?" (bagemihl 1997: p. 389) (ie: when we dress luke up in feminine clothes, when we choose a more feminine role for him, when we give lesbian characters masculine traits.)

and would you believe this author goes on to explain that queer writers are excluded from this problematic analysis in the first place? and guess the sexual orientation and gender identity of the person whose ask box you're currently in.

sorry, but don't repeat everything you see on a website.

source: bagemihl, b. (1997) "surrogate phonology and transsexual f*ggotry", in k. hall and a. livia (eds) queerly phrased. oxford university press. new york, ny: pp. 387-389.

#swans poet society #ask swan #this has been sitting in my ask box but i have been heated bc im studying queer theory...thought i would show you all some leftist #analysis #a swan essay if you will #lashton fic #fanfic #swan writes #lashton asks #i have a feeling i know who this is

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