5 second summaries

To The Wonder

Pairing: Y/N/Michael

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 1.600+

Summary: A fight between Y/N and Michael leaves her devastated as he has left for tour without a proper goodbye and that leaves her in wonder and sadness of how to get over his actions.

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sgfg summary
  • money: there's no time for cupcakes but here have my money
  • she's kinda hot: introduced the album aesthetic, you is chill I'll fuck wit u
  • hey everybody!: wtf you were giving your money away two songs ago you put yourself in this situation
  • jet black heart: how the fuck is there a hurricane underneath your heart are you ok
  • catch fire: I am a pyromaniac and depressed, don't test me
  • safety pin: we can't use the tally anymore and this song has imagery BAM COPYRIGHT LOGO
  • waste the night: Calum lisp and inTERLUDE NO.1
  • vapor: we get it u vape
  • castaway: I'm lonely and it's your fault fuck u
  • the girl who cried wolf: who are you why are you playing these boys, I hope you get eaten by a fookin wolf, little red
  • broken home: yikes gtg
  • fly away: we're jetlagged but our schedule is full so we'll pretend we're having fun
  • invisible: when will my reflection show who I am inside
  • airplanes: michael, do you need a hug?
  • san fransisco: emo ballad version of rock me by 1d
  • outer space/carry on: HIGH NOTES AND HARMONIES
  • catch 22: voodoo doll 2.0
  • story of another us: sad but I can still bop to it

A/N: This one is inspired by the song Imagination by Shawn Mendes from his album ‘Handwritten’. It’s my favorite song of his so automatically I started building up this story after hearing the song for the first time :-) x

Pairing: Y/N/Ashton

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 10.000+

Summary: Even after 19 years of falling in and out of love Ashton still can’t tell whether his feelings for his childhood best friend Y/N are reality or just a stupid imagination

If it wasn’t for the fact that he felt the whole ball room seemed to light up by the single glance he gave towards the entrance, he would have been more interested in his feet and the glass of bobbling light pink champagne. 

Voices were crowding around his ears with different conversions but he wasn’t taking part in any of them, settling down with furrowing his eyebrows and barely believing his eyes. 

He wasn’t even supposed to look over at the direction towards the entrance that lead down to the large white stairs that were decorated in golden and silver garlands. It was simply a coincidence; a coincidence that he wished didn’t happen because now he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. 

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How You Two Meet (5 Seconds of Summer Blurb)

Summary:  How you and one of the boys of 5 Seconds of Summer meet, and he posts about you.

Requested: no

Warnings: no

A/N:  I got this idea based off of looking at the boys instagrams.  These will be based off either a photo or the themes of each of the boys’s instagrams.  This may not be my best work, as I am just recovering from surgery, and I’m in a lot of pain, and my mind is a little foggy.  I apologize if it’s not the best, but I just needed something to distract from the pain.

Disclaimer: None of these photos are mine, some are off their instagrams or off google images.

Ashton:  Writing Session

“So guys, I have someone new that I would all like you to meet, Y/N Y/L/N.”  John introduces you to all the boys.

“Hi, Y/N.”  The boys all say in unison, almost like you’re the new substitute teacher and they are your class.

“Today, you and Ashton”  John says motioning over to a boy with the polaroid camera, “will be writing together.  I’d say work on the chorus on the song we were close to finishing yesterday.”

Ashton, claps his hand together, then pushes himself up and walks you over to the door, and opens it for you to walk out first.  Ashton guides you into the other recording room.

Ashton walks over to one of the guitars, and sits down in front of you.

“So, here is a part of the song we finished yesterday, but I still can’t figure out the chorus and the bridge.”  Ashton says before he starts playing the guitar and singing.

As Ashton plays and sings, you notice just how he gets into the music.  You notice at times during the song, he closes his eyes, and there is a crease between his eyebrows in the front of head when the times of when he can’t think of what comes next.

“Try the g then to the e minor.”  You say after Ashton kept pausing at the same part in the song.

After Ashton tries that, he says, “That works out perfectly.  And after the e minor, change to the c chord.”

“After the C, change to an a minor…”  You say.  After figuring out the bridge, the chorus came easy to both of you.

After figuring out the chorus, and the bridge, you both had finished the song.

“So, we have about a half and hour to spare our writing session is over and we meet the rest of the guys.  There is this sandwich truck right outside the studio, it makes the best sandwiches, you want to grab some while we wait around for the rest of the guys to finish?”  Ashton offers.

“Yeah, sure.”  You say smiling.  

When you and Ashton get back, Ashton asks Michael to take a polaroid of you two in the studio.  He says that “we always take photos with people we work with”.  You didn’t think much of it, until later that day you find that you were tagged in one of Ashton’s photo with the caption, “Best partner for writing, I just wish @michaelclifford knew how to actually take a photo without cutting her head off, lol”

Calum:  At the Club

You had been in LA to visit a friend, and she convinced you to go to a pre game with her, before you guys went out clubbing.  You’re a social person, but you’re not much of a “hardcore partier”, so like always, you were the designated driver, or the friend holding back your other friend’s hair at the end of the night.  The pre game wasn’t too bad, you ended up meeting some really good people, and was looking forward to the rest of the night.  
When you arrive to the club, you are immediately dragged onto the dance floor by your best friend.  You love dancing, so you were out there most of the night.  After your feet started to hurt, you and your friends decided to sit at the bar, to cool off for a bit.  

“Here’s a drink from the gentlemen over there.”  The bartender says handing you a drink, pointing over to a tall, and handsome young man.  

You wave politely, but you don’t drink the drink.  After a few minutes, you hear someone behind you ask, “Did you not enjoy it?”  

You turn around to see the boy that ordered the drink.

“Oh no, I mean actually, I wouldn’t know.  I don’t drink.”  You admit.

“Oh, well that puts a twist into my plan.”  He says rubbing the back of his neck.

“Plan?”  You ask raising your eyebrows.

“Yes, well”  He says taking a seat down next to you, “ I would send over you a drink, then that would give me an excuse to come over here to talk to you.”

“Okay, and then what would happen next?”  You ask putting your head in your hands looking at him with a smirk.

“Well then, I would compliment you on your dancing, and wait until a really good song would come on, and then I would get you up to dance.”  

“Pretty solid plan.”  You nod. “Now, mister man with a plan, when were you ever going to plan on giving me your name?”  You ask, laughing lightly.

“Calum.”  He says smiling, putting his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N.”  You say shaking his hand.  “Now, Calum, would you like to dance with me?”  You offer standing up.

“Hell yeah.”  He says.

After a night of dancing, and laughing, and just a great time, you and Calum end up taking a photo together, and exchange each of your information.  

The next day, your phone is blowing up with notifications, and comments on instagram.  You recognize the picture or you and Calum, in which he posted on his account captioning the photo

“I thought I partied hard, until I met this one, and the only thing she had was water.”

Luke: On Vacation in Bali

“Girls vacay here we are!”  You best friend screams as you guys get to the resort in Bali.

“It’s so gorgeous.”  You comment looking at the infinity pool, and how blue the water is.  

“I know.  Now, let’s get settled in, and change into our bikinis, so we can get into the water, because I am warm.”  You other friend says fanning herself.

After figuring out who gets which room, and unpacking everything, all of you change into your bikinis, and go out into the pool.  It wasn’t until about fifteen minutes after getting in, that a group of guys the same age as you all joined you guys.  You and your friends didn’t mind them too much because they weren’t jerks, and they weren’t bad to look at.  You and the blonde haired, blue eyed one kept making eye contact with each other.

After a while, the boys and your friends began to talk, and all of you started to become friends.  You ended up learning that the guy you kept looking at was named Luke.   You and Luke became very friendly as time went on.  He would flirtingly poke fun at you, in which you would respond by splashing him, and that just turned into a splashing war.  

As the vacation went on, your friends and the guys were all together most of the time, and your friends would pair off with Luke’s friends.  On the last day, you asked Luke if you could take a photo of you and your best friend on the infinity pool at you two are “looking out over Bali.”

You never really thought much about you and Luke after the vacation was over.  You thought of it just as a friendly fling that lasted for a week and a half on vacation.  But when you got home, you noticed a follow request from Luke.  You obviously accepted, and noticed he posted a photo and tagged you, your friend, and Michael in it, captioning it,

“Who did it better?”

Michael:  You Are His Photographer

You and the photographer for the Sounds Live Feels Live tour are pretty good friends, and when you told him that you were thinking of taking the plunge and moving to LA, and offered for you to stay with him, and that he would help you get many different shoots as he could.

The first shoot that he gets you is with Michael Clifford from 5 Seconds of Summer.  Your friend kept telling you how great of a guy he is, and that the photos won’t be professionally published, but they will be posted on his social media accounts, which will give you more exposure.

You and Michael have been in contact over the phone before, but never actually met.  You both decided that the beach would be a perfect place to shoot, and both agreed to meet there at sunset.  You get there, Michael is sitting there looking relaxed on a bench looking over at the ocean.  You slowly lift up your camera, and take the shot.

“You must be Y/N.”  Michael says, turning his to the direction of the shuttering of the camera lens.  “Or at least I hope so, if not, some random stranger with a good camera just took an awesome shot of me.”  He says laughing, getting up to walk over to you.

“I’m Michael.”  He says reaching out his hand, in which you take it and respond, “And I’m Y/N, as you know.”  You say laughing.

“So, where would you like me to go first?”  He asks.

“How about”  You begin as you think, “Lean against the rail, and look out in the distance at something.”

Michael does as he’s instructed, and the shoot went on smoothly and quickly.  After, you invited Michael over to the place you are staying at, so you can edit the photos, and you could send him his favorite ones.  

“I like this one.”  He says, pointing at the one where he is leaning against the railing.

“Me too.” You agree.

After a little bit of editing, Michael posted it with the caption, “Beach gothin’”  and gave credit for the photo.

A/N:  I apologize if this isn’t my best work.  I am currently recovering from surgery, and I’m in a lot of pain, but I wanted to start the blurb series, and since I’m on bed rest, I thought it would be a perfect time to.  Requests are open, I should be well soon!  I hope you all have a lovely weekend!

60 Seconds (Part 5/10)

Summary: You’re part of the Avengers team, but that doesn’t mean you get treated the same by everyone. Your relationship with Bucky is playful, but as your past comes back to haunt you, things might change.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~1000 (short, I know - next part is long!)

Warnings: Language, talk of sex, mention of murder

A/N: Hehe I’m evil. STICK WITH ME. Stuff is about to start happening. ;)

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         You couldn’t believe the situation you were in. If this morning you were told you’d be underneath Bucky, about to kiss him (and maybe more, judging by how he was looking at you), you would have laughed and never believed it. But there you were, and there was Bucky, and you wanted this.

         But just before your lips could touch, Steve’s voice rang out from downstairs.

         “Y/N, Buck, we need you in the briefing room. Now,” he called up. You knew it was important if he would interrupt whatever he thought was going on between you, whether it was fighting or kissing.

         Bucky released your wrists, and pushed off you. He surprised you by extending a hand to help you up, which you took. But the moment you were upright, he was gone.

         You wiped your forehead, taking a breath to collect yourself before following him downstairs.

         When you got there, the screen was dark, the remote in Steve’s hand. You sat down between Nat and Wanda. You tossed your usual look to Nat when you had something you wanted to speak to her about. She nodded in acknowledgement, turning her attention back to the monitor.

         “HYDRA has been setting up some false scares across the world. Most recently, a bunch in the Netherlands. Until today, when it wasn’t a scare,” Steve said, turning on the monitor. On the screen, you saw images of a small town, with buildings on fire or reduced to rubble, injured families in the streets. Your heart dropped to your chest when you recognized the area.

         “What are they after?” Tony asked.

         “Me,” you managed to choke out.

         Steve looked to you. “You don’t think they’re after—”

         “The files? They never got them, Steve. Not all of them, anyway,” you said. “They have to be after them again. They know I’m a part of the Avengers now, and if they cause enough havoc, the Avengers will act to prevent that.”

         “They’re trying to draw you in, Y/N,” Nat told you. “They’re relying on the idea that you’ll be there in response to their activity. They don’t just want the files – they want you as well. They have to.”

         You nod slowly. “I know. I expected this eventually.”

         “We’ll leave tonight for the Netherlands. The info they’re after is too valuable to let them have, and we can’t let them continue to harm innocent people. But Y/N stays here.”

         “Excuse me?” you asked. “The hell I do.”

         “We’re not going to march you exactly where HYDRA wants you to go,” he responded.

         “I know this particular set of assholes better than anyone here. Or did you forget where you rescued me from, Steve?” you asked. “I know the area, I know the language. You need me, and I need to go with you. I’m part of the team.”

         Steve opened his mouth to argue with you, but was stopped by Bucky.

         “She’s right, Steve,” he told him.

         You hoped the bromance between the two of them would prove to help your case, and when you saw Steve nod reluctantly, you knew it worked. You mouthed a “thank you” to Bucky, who didn’t seem to acknowledge you.

         “Fine. But at no point in this trip will you be alone. I don’t care if it’s just in your hotel room – you’re having someone in there with you. We’re not going to take any chances.”

         “You’re forcing me to be babysat?” you asked. “I’m not defenseless, you know.”

         Steve nodded. “We all know you’re not, Y/N. But we still want to keep you safe.”

         You sighed, leaning back in your chair. It was pointless to argue with Steve when it came to discussing someone’s safety. You just weren’t used to it being yours up for discussion.

         When you went back to your room to pack and get ready, Nat followed you, shutting the door behind you.

         “So what was that between you and Bucky?” she asked you, sitting down on your bed.

         You sighed. “What do you mean?”

         “Well, for one, you both had that look about you when you stepped into the briefing room, yet the hatred was still evident. And the fact he stood up for you despite what you’ve been doing to him for the past few weeks,” she told you. “What happened?”

         You bit your lip, debating telling her or not. Nat noticed your internal struggle, and waited patiently for you to come to the decision you always did when it came to telling her something important.

         “Okay. After everyone left after training, Bucky and I kept fighting. We started arguing about our little prank war, and he pinned me. We were about to kiss when Steve called us down,” you explained.

         Nat smirked. “Damn. That angry sex would have been hot.”

         Your mouth fell open, and you tossed one of your shirts at her. “Nat!”

         “Y/N!” she exclaimed, imitating you. “You can’t tell me it wouldn’t be. Although, I’m not sure it’d last long, I mean, the dude’s been celibate for decades—”

         “Okay, that’s enough,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Point is, that almost happened, and I don’t know what to do.”

         She shrugged, as though it was obvious. “Kiss him.”

         “Nat,” you gasped. “I…you…but…”

         “You can’t say you wouldn’t, Y/N, because you almost did. You both obviously wanted to, otherwise one or both of you would have pulled away. I’d say get the awkwardness of avoiding it out of the way and just kiss him,” Nat told you.

         You shook your head. “I can’t. I should just forget it ever almost happened. I’m sure he has by now, too. It might not even matter to him.”

         She rolled her eyes, obviously disagreeing. “Whatever you think, Y/N.”

         Once you were packed, you went to the garage, storing your bag in the quinjet, buckling in. It didn’t take long for the others to join you. True to what you thought he’d do, whenever you and Bucky would make eye contact, it’d be broken just as quickly. You knew you were in for a long flight.

         The closer you got to the Netherlands, the more nervous you became. You hadn’t been back since your rescue, and you were not inclined to return ever again. But this mission required it, and so it was what you were going to do. When you stepped off the quinjet, you couldn’t help but notice the sense of familiarity mixed in with the anxiousness.

         After all, before HYDRA killed your parents, this was your home.

5sos are a bunch of 18-20 year old children who laugh uncontrolably about chest hair, bald spots, tadpoles and fake dogs named ketchup, they’re just four happy kids who get hurt if someone ate their cereal or almost cry when they hold a kitten or freak out if they lost their stuffed lion how could someone hate them