Plus Size Series | Fitting in His Clothes | Luke

“You could just stay the night?” The words from Luke were tempting, but your heart began to race at the thought of spending the night. Something about getting ready for bed and sleeping in the same bed as Luke seemed so… intimate? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that. Plus, you didn’t have pajamas.

You voiced that last concern, Luke perking up at your words. “You can wear some of my clothes.” He scurried over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of basketball shorts and one of his band t-shirts. “Here,” he said, smiling and holding the clothes out to you. Not having the heart to tell him no you accepted the offer and moved to the bathroom, placing the clothes on the edge of the counter and looking in the mirror.

Your heart was still pounding – you knew the clothes wouldn’t fit. What was the point of trying? Still, you pulled off your shirt and unfolded the one Luke had given you. Unsurprisingly, the shirt was tight, stretching over your chest and tummy in a way that would make it uncomfortable to sleep.

Fighting tears you took off the shirt, pulling on your own before taking a deep breath and opening the door, finding Luke sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He frowned once he saw you still in your own clothes, his eyebrows furrowed. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m not feeling well, I think I’m just going to go home.” You placed the clothes on the end of his bed before turning and walking out the door, quickly grabbing your purse and still fighting back tears.

“Wait! Babe, just wait.” Luke grabbed for your hand, turning you so that you were facing him, your eyes avoiding his. “What’s wrong?” His words were soft, and you knew his eyes were trying to connect with yours. You shook your head, biting at your lip. “Please tell me.”

Frustrated, you shrugged, still avoiding his gaze. “Your shirt was too tight. It looked awful and I was uncomfortable.” You sniffled, rubbing at your eyes.

“Babe, I don’t care what you look like in the shirt,” Luke insisted, reaching for your other hand so that he was holding both.

“That’s not the point,” you sighed, finally looking at him. He looked confused, and you felt bad. “It’s just – it’s embarrassing sometimes. I want to wear your clothes but I just can’t and it’s frustrating and I feel like I can’t be a cute girlfriend. And I know you love me, I’ve never doubted that. But it just sucks.” The room fell silent as Luke considered your words, rubbing his thumbs across the back of your hands.

“Can I spend the night at your place?” Luke asked. You laughed, wiping at your eyes and shaking your head.

“Is that all you can think about right now? Getting into bed with me?” Luke laughed, too, squeezing his eyes closed.

“No, no, that’s not it. It’s just you have your clothes at your place, right? You’ll be comfy in those? We can go there and you can put on your own pajamas and we can still spend the night together.” A smile tugged at your lips as you teared up at his thoughtfulness. “Oh no. Did I say something wrong? Why are you crying again?” You giggled, slapping his chest.

“Shut up, I’m just touched by what you said.” Luke smiled, setting his shoulders back in pride.

“So is that a yes? Your place?” You nodded before Luke turned to turn off all the lights and following you out the front door, pausing to lock it. He grabbed your hand and pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulder before kissing you.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. You smiled, repeating his words as the two of you walked out to his car, both of your hearts happy.

All I want in life is to wear Calum’s state champs shirt. Like imagine it. Putting the shirt on would be more like a dress, going down to your knees and flowing behind you while you walked through the house. It would still be warm from the dryer and it would smell like Calum’s cologne, with an underlying scent of cigarettes. And when he got home, he would just smile at you, loving that his girl was wearing his clothes. But that smile that went to his eyes would turn into a lust filled look after you turned around and showed him that you weren’t wearing anything underneath with a wink thrown over your shoulder.

Preference #70 : He makes you feel insecure - Luke&Michael/4

Requested : Yes

Could you please do something either 4/4 or just Luke where he said something that makes you feel really insecure (like about your weight or something) and like he doesn’t realize and then later he feels really bad and tries to apologize but you are really upset cause you are really insecure in general? I’m sorry if this is very specific… Btw I really love your writing, you are just amazing

Rating : No smut

Luke :

“Pwease” I pouted as I hold my hands out and looked at Luke with puppy dog eyes.

“No, come on it’s not that far from here to the bedroom” Luke sweetly replied.

We just watched a movie in the living room and I felt asleep halfway through and instead of carrying me to the bedroom, my boyfriend decided to wake me up. I was now begging him to just scoop me up in his arms and walk me to our bedroom but he just wouldn’t do it.

“Pleaaaase” I whined some more and he kept shaking his head. “You’re a bad boyfriend” I said as I realized I wouldn’t get what I wanted and started to stand up.

“Well, it’s not my fault you’re a heavy girlfriend” he lightheartedly joked and my mouth fell open as he turned around and started walking away.

He stopped dead in his track after three steps and turned back around as I pretended to pick up the covers and pillows that were on the couch.

“That was a joke, you know that, right?” he asked and I put the best smile on my face as I looked at him and nodded.

“Yeah! I’m going to fix myself something to drink, do you want anything?” I asked and he smiled back before shaking his head and walking away.

I stayed in the kitchen for a few minutes, trying to compose myself as I did my best not to let his comment get to me. I knew I wasn’t the skinniest girl on earth but I had managed to convince myself that it was okay and that it didn’t make me any less beautiful and I didn’t want Luke’s comment to make me question myself.

I took a deep breath and walked to the bedroom where Luke was lying on the bed and I went to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth before joining him in the sheets. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and pressed his chest against my back as I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Goodnight, beautiful” he whispered in my ear.

“G’night” I replied and I felt him tense behind me as his arms suddenly left my body.

“(Y/N)?” he asked from behind me and I closed my eyes tightly as I tried not to let the tears fall down my cheeks.

“Hmm?” I said and his hands found my shoulders as he turned me around to face him.

“I really didn’t mean it; I was just joking around” he said and I tried to smile at him as I felt the first tear roll down my cheek. “I’m so sorry; it wasn’t a smart thing to say but I really just meant it as a joke; you know you’re the most beautiful girl on earth to me… Hell, you’re the only girl to me” he added as he pulled me to his chest and started soothing my back.

“I know you didn’t mean to say it… Don’t worry it’ll all be forgotten in the morning” I whispered into him before lifting my head up to kiss his cheek; “I just wanna sleep right now” I said as I turned back around so that I wasn’t facing him any more.

I eventually fell asleep and woke up to a very sorry and tired Luke who had spent the night beating himself up and hadn’t been able to even close an eye.

Michael : 

“Baby, if we don’t leave now, we’re gonna be late!” Michael told me as I stood in the doorway, outfit on point, hair done and purse on my shoulder.

“I’m ready” I replied as I smiled and he lifted his head up and gave me a weird look before standing up, putting his hands on my shoulders, and pushing me toward the bathroom.

“You forgot to put makeup on” he said as he laughed and the smile immediately faded from my face as he placed me in front of the mirror and walked out of the room.

I was going to meet his family and for the first time in a very long time, I had felt confident enough to do it without makeup. I thought I looked decent enough but obviously Michael didn’t agree and didn’t want me to meet his family without makeup to cover my flawed face.

I tried not to think too much as I applied foundation, concealer, mascara, eyeliner and all the things I usually put on my skin. I saw my face turning into someone else’s as each thing I applied made me look a little bit more different. That’s how he wanted me.

I didn’t show him how upset I was we both arrived at his parents’ house and met everybody. They were all so lovely I almost forgot about the little incident until one of his aunts brought it up.

“So you seem to love fashion and makeup” she told me and I tried to keep a straight face as everybody turned to me.

“Yes, I love fashion… and I just wear makeup because I need it” I sweetly replied and she frowned at me.

“What? No you don’t! Who told you that?” she asked as she kindly smiled at me.

“Well huh… Michael” I quietly replied and she chocked on her water as I felt Michael’s eyes on me from beside me.

“You’re an asshole” I heard his cousin murmur as I felt tears appear in my eyes.

“Humm… Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom” I said as I got up and started walking away from the table.

I heard a chair being pushed against the floor but I didn’t turn around as I walked as fast as possible to the bathroom. I felt a soft hand on my wrist and I knew it was Michael’s even before he tugged on it to make me turn around.

“Hey, I never said that” he whispered as he inched his face closer to mine and looked at me in the eye.

“You did, earlier… It’s fine, Michael, I know I’m pretty disgusting without makeup” I replied as I looked down and tried to escape from his grip.

“No! No, you’re not! I said that because you never go out without makeup and I genuinely thought you had forgotten… But I’d take your makeupless face over your covered face any day” he assured and I bit down on my bottom lip as I tried to contain my tears.

He took my shin in-between his thumb and forefinger and made me look up at him before crashing his lips onto mine.

“You’re flawless, princess… You don’t need any of that and I’m sorry I haven’t told you enough” he whispered against my lips before pulling away. “Okay?” he asked and I nodded as I gave him a small but genuine smile.

“I’ll just go fix myself really quickly” I replied and he nodded before pecking my lips one more time.

DONT U THINK CALUM WOULD BE THE BEST FRIEND LIKE HE WOULD BE SO SMILEY WND ALWAYS SHOUT YOU FOOD AND LET YOU USE HIS PHONR EHEN U WERE OUT OF CREDIT SND BUY YOU CLOTHES AND BASH UP BOys for you and listen to you so intently when you have issues and genuinely try to help you and just always be there for u and have cute lil sleepovers with and he’D BE SO PROTECTIVE OF U I JUST

michael would be the kind of boyfriend he says he would be in interviews. he would literally do nothing with you all day and it would still be better than going out and actually do something productive. whenever you want to go out to do something different, he would whine and carry you to bed despite your protests. and then he would probably wrap his arms around you and cuddle you until you finally give in and sink into his arms with him whispering slightly dirty but sweet and funny things into your ear, gently tickling you until it turns into a huge tickle fight between him and you. 

I really feel like helping Michael move apartments would be one of the hardest things ever. You wouldn’t even get ten minutes in before he’d start whining at you. “Honestly it’s clean enough, why do we have to clean again before we go?” “Come oooonnnn, can we just chill for a second?” “Are you sure I have to vacuum standing up?” “When is the pizza break?” Eventually you would tell him to just go clean out a specific corner, because you knew he wasn’t going to be much help, but he would be much less distracting if he wasn’t lying in the middle of the floor. While doing his “best” to clean out his section he’d find his old Game Boy and start playing, trying to be quiet so that you wouldn’t know he’d stopped cleaning. He’d eventually give himself up when he shouted “MARIO YOU BASTARD!" after dying and losing his third life. When he realized he’d yelled that out loud, he would turn to see you glaring at him, arms crossed. He would then give you the most adorable please-don’t-be-mad smile and ask, "You wanna go next?”

Daddy’s Little Penguin // Single Daddy Luke

“There we go baby boy, is that better?” Luke cooed, lowering his son, Kingsley, into the warm water of the baby bath. Let’s just say there had been an incident while Luke was feeding him and he’d somehow managed to get formula milk all over both of them.

He watched for a second as the two week old stretched back, both of his hands coming up to his mouth, knawing toothlessly on his knuckles as his identical blue eyes stared right back up at Luke. Luke then began to rinse his son off with the water, smiling as he heard his quite coos followed by a yawn.

“You tired, King?” He chuckled. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.”

After he’d finished washing his son, Luke carefully lifting him out of the bath, holding him against his chest and wrapping a towell around his back, not really caring that his t-shirt was getting soaked. I mean, it already had baby formula down it so he’d still have to change it anyway.

Walking into the master bedroom, he walked over to the drawer where he kept his sons clothes, and began to search for a clean onesie with Kingsley still against his chest. His eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face as he spotted his favourite one. The penguin one.

He walked over to the bed, laying Kingsley down and gently beginning to dry him off with the towell as he started to fuss.

“Awe, daddy’s sorry, King, but he needs to get you dry.” He pouted, hating that this was making his baby unhappy. But he was done in no time, seeing as there wasn’t actually a lot of him to dry.

“There we go, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Luke smiled, already putting a clean diaper on his son. Smiling to himself, he began to gently tickle the boy’s feet with his fingertips. But the boy just wriggled and kicked his little legs, a few quite grunts leaving his mouth.

“You still not gonna smile for daddy?“ Luke asked, reaching for the penguin onesie he’d set on the bed. “Okay, let’s just get you dressed, hm?”

Carefully he lifted his baby and held him against his chest again, moving the towell out of the way and laying the onesie open on the bed before laying Kingsley down over the top of it. He slipped the boy’s legs into it before reaching for his hands which, inevitably, were in his mouth again.

“Baby boy, you have to stop chewing on your hands.” Luke told his son, pulling one of his arms away and slipping it into the arm hole, then doing the same with the other. “Look, they’re all covered in dribble now.” He said, buttoning up the front of his onesie before turning around to the dresser and pulling out a wipe and a pair of tiny hand covers.

Turning back around, he wiped Kingsley’s hands and face (which he didn’t seem to like).

“Sorry buddy.” Luke appologised, now covering his sons hands with the little gloves he’d brought over. “There we go, now you can’t eat all your fingers.” He chuckled. But Kingsley just yawned in response, his glove-covered fists coming up to face again as his eyes screwed shut.

“You ready for bed now, King?” Luke chuckled. “Me too.”

It was only eight o’clock but looking after a baby 24/7 was tiring and Luke needed all the sleep he could get.

So he lifted his son up, once again holding him against his chest as he carried his to the nursery. He carefully laid him down in the cot, the boy rolling onto his side slightly, already beginning to drift off.

“Night baby boy.” Luke whispered as he leant down to kiss Kingsley’s cheek before pulling away. He stood there for a minute or so, eyes fixed on his sleeping baby, wondering what he was dreaming about.

It was another couple of minutes before Luke realised that he had zoned out. But before heading back into his room, he snapped a quick picture of his son, uploading it to twitter with the caption: Daddy’s little penguin ❤️🐧

I love writing single daddy 5sos preferences oops they’re my favourite things

Michael Imagine: Playing Video Games

Author: Rhine


He was not impressed.

His eyebrows knit together in concentration, biting his lip hard enough to bleed as he gripped the controller with white knuckles, eyes glued to the screen as if it read the secrets of the world.

He has enough concentration to move mountains with the way even his breathing stills, using every ounce of his being to focus on the rapid movements of his fingers on the controller.

“No – no, no, no, no!”

His voice is a roar as his eyes widen in disbelief before they’re squeezed shut, controller thrown to the ground as he buries himself in the pillows and cushions of the couch, moaning slightly with his hands covering his eyes in defeat.

“No… I – how… I – ugh.”

He’s a mess of incoherent groaning, which was getting progressively louder by the moment as the TV screen played sounds of jubilant celebration for the winner – you.

You slide over on the couch next to him, poking at the small band of exposed flesh of his stomach, a cat smirk on your lips as you nudged him playfully with the controller.

“Care for a rematch, Mikey? I mean, it was just one – no, two – no, five – or was it ten? – losses in a row, I mean you have to win some day, right?”

Your voice is deviously sweet, practically cooing in his ears with malicious self-satisfaction.

He groans louder in an attempt to drown out your words, batting you away with flopping arms.

“My ego… my pride…”

“All down the drain – with what, only a loss by an eighty point margin? It’s not that bad, babe. I mean, sure, a few middle schoolers play better than you but it could be worse.”

You’re practically purring in his ear now, and you delight in the dramatic sobs that begin to escape his lips.

“I mean, really Michael – it could be worse. I’ve said it each time and you just keep on progressively losing by a larger margin each time so you’re literally doing worse – at this rate, you might even pass rock bottom. Hey, you know they might have a badge for that – achievement accomplished!”

You’re enjoying this too much, laughing loudly before collapsing on his stomach, turning your head on the soft skin, waiting for him to uncover his eyes again.

When he finally does, a single green eye is squinting at you in an angry glare.

“You’re bad for my self-esteem, woman.”

“Oh, honey – it’s not me, it’s you. Literally.”

He flicks your forehead and you yelp slightly, pouting at him.

“But seriously, Michael – don’t you think I’ve tried to let you win five games ago? And yet despite my best efforts to be at my very worst, you still end up losing.” You sigh dramatically, turning your head away on his stomach, leaving a fan of hair tickling his skin. “I suppose some people are just hopeless.”

He shoves you off his stomach and you fall off the couch with a small crash and a loud shout, a sound that brings a small smile to Michael’s face despite the obnoxious music of the TV screen declaring your win.

You leap back onto the couch before he has the chance to step on your face with his smelly feet – you’ve learned your lesson, thank you very much – propping your head on your elbows as you fold yourself on the couch, staring at him like cat with the controller dangling from your fingers.

“Ready to play, sweetheart?”

He’s simultaneously aggravated and attracted to the purr in your voice as you roll the words around, head cocked with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

He grumbles, but he picks up his own controller – an indication for yet another try at redemption.

“I’m going to win this time – “

“You’ve been saying that for the past seven times, Michael.”

“Eighth time is the charm. Watch me.”

“Watch you lose? Gladly.”

He side glares at you, already sitting up and leaning towards the screen in the determined stance that you were so used to at this point.

“Seriously, who taught you how to play – Yoda? Freaking Voldemort?”

“Don’t be mad just because I keep on slaying you.”

“I’m going to wipe that smug grin off your pretty little lips.”

“Oh, please do.”

You’re smirking now, and he’s too busy staring at your hooded eyes and pointed mouth that he doesn’t even realize he’s running straight into a wall.

The loud buzzing of yet another game finished – and lost – jolts him out of the reverie that you’ve captured in and he curses when he sees the score on the screen.

“Yet another new record, Michael.”

What? No – I demand a rematch! You were distracting me!”

“I wasn’t doing a thing, love – well, of course besides winning.”

“You’re a cheat.”

“And you can’t keep your eyes on the prize.”

“I was staring right at it.”

This time he’s the one smirking, leaning towards you, leaving the controller on the other side of the couch as he advances.


“I said I was going to wipe that grin off your face.”

His voice is too deep to be innocent, the smile on his lips too pointed.

You try to tell yourself that this is just a tactic to throw you off in your game, but the controllers are completely ignored and he’s practically looming over you on the couch, just a breath away with a voice that was dipped in mischief.

“I think it’s my turn to win.”


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Preference #1 - Marry/Kiss/Avoid Game +

Preference #2 - During A Livestream  +

Preference #3 - An Encounter 

Preference #4 - She Has An Invisible Friends +

Preference #5 - Fan Rules +

Preference #6 - Defending Him on Twitter (Threads) +

Preference #7 (M) - I Don’t Want Easy 

Preference #8 - His Favorite Unique Thing About You 

Preference #9 - Power Couple +

Preference #10 - Merch +

Preference #11 - Your Car (picture pref)  

Preference #12 - About Him   [Ashton]    [Calum]

Preference #13 - 

(New Year’s Edition) Preference #14 - [Ashton]    [Calum]

Preference #15 (A) - Please Don’t Do This 

Preference #16 (M) - Wanna Bet? 

Preference #17 (L) -  "I’ve seen the way you look at me when you don’t think I notice"

Preference #18  (A) - “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had” 

Preference #19 © - You heard me. Take. It. Off.  

Preference #20 (M) - Just Once.






Ashton Irwin Airport

“Where’s Daddy?”

You looked down to your daughter, Riley, and smiled grimly. “He’ll be here soon, honey. don’t worry.”

Ashton’s flight was supposed to land hours ago, but he still hadn’t come out of the terminal, and you hadn’t heard from him or any of the other boys, causing you to begin to panic. Every minute that went by your heart beat a little bit faster as more and more thoughts of what could have happened raced through your mind.

Just as you were about to call Bella, Luke’s wife, who was with the boys, to see if she would pick up, you heard someone call your name.

You turned around quickly to a crowd of people emerging from the gate, Ashton’s fedora-clad head evident in the crowd.

Riley dropped your hand and screamed, “Daddy!” sprinting towards her father. Her stubby legs gave out and she tripped, face planting on the tile floor, but she picked herself back up immediately and kept running.

Ashton walked briskly towards her, his heavy bags slowing him down, before dropping them and crouching down, opening his arms wide with a wide grin on his face.

Riley jumped into his arms, squealing, as Ashton stood up with her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. He then reached over to you and gave you a quick kiss, whispering in your ear, “I’m so happy I’m home.”

You smiled back at him and wrapped an arm around his waist, watched him babble at your daughter when you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to a grinning Calum.

“Hey Michael!” you released Ashton from your tight embrace and hugged him tightly before greeting Calum and Luke.
“What happened to your guys’ flight?” you asked. “I thought you were supposed to be here hours ago?”

Calum chuckled and dropped his bags, slinging an arm around Luke’s shoulder, who had been whispering something in Bella’s ear that made her blush.

“Well,” he explained, “Luke and Bella got a little ‘busy’ before we left, making us all late, and then Mikey lost his goddamn shoes and there was absolutely no way he was leaving them behind because it’s not like he could get another pair, so we looked for those for about an hour until he realized he was wearing them. By then there was too much traffic at the airport for us to take off, and all our phones died and then Ashton got lost and he left his phone with us so we couldn’t find him and then there was turbulence so the flight took forever. So, long story short, it’s everyone’s fault but mine.”

Luke laughed sarcastically before stomping on Calum’s foot and turning to help Bella with their bags.

After saying your last goodbyes to the rest of the boys and getting all of your bags the three of you headed to the car, happily chatting about what you and Riley had done for the past six months and what to have for dinner.

As soon as you had strapped Riley into her carseat, Ashton grabbed you and pulled you up against him.

You buried your face in his neck, inhaling his musky cologne, as he squeezed you tightly and rubbed small circles into your back. Ashton pulled away slightly and looked into your eyes before placing a gentle hand behind your neck and bringing his lips to yours.

“Hi,” he whispered, pulling away from you.

“Hi.” You smiled and looked up at him, then kissed him softly again. You were interrupted by Riley’s little fists pounding on the window and her voice calling, “Mommy! Daddy! I’m hungry can we go hoooome?”

“Of course sweetie we’ll be right there,” Ashton replied, looking at you and winking. “We’ll continue this later,” he whispered into your neck before strolling over to the driver’s seat and ducking into the car.

You felt your face heat up as you opened your door and slid into your seat, your mind swimming with thoughts of what the rest of the night had in store.


He would just lay there and stare at you, and you’d kiss his nose and he would blush like a little girl. ”I love you.” he would say every few minutes because he hadn’t seen you for months and that fact alone could make him cry over the phone for hours and Luke had to try and calm him down. But now you where together again, stupid and in love, take away food and mixtapes he made you when he was away. 

He would burry his head in the crock of your neck and breathe in the smell he loved so much, you. And he would tell you all the plans he had come up with when he sat on plane ride after plane ride. How you would move to New York or London and get a pet and in the future maybe some kids, and that his sister misses you too and his parents. He would hold you so tight, skin to skin, just to be as close as possible to you. If he had a say in it, he would never ever let you go.

The Haunted Mansion - Calum Hood [FLUFF]

Not requested

A/N: This is the second one of the disney theme parks series that spiraled from the Luke disney entertainers one, I’ll create a masterlist when I’m back from Belgium and France with school but yeah.


Summary~ 3 may be a crowd but 4 just won’t fit in the cart, making it even worse when the entire ride stops.

Word Count - 825

“Come on, surely we have time for one more ride before we go for dinner,” your friend Katie says.

“I don’t know, if we’re not quick we’ll never get in anywhere,” you reply.

It seems your the only one thinking about food in this instance as the 3 others in your part of 4 all agree with the idea of one more ride so your outnumbered

“Fine, how about,” you scan around for the closest ride. “The Haunted Mansion”

“You’re kidding right, that’s a total kid’s ride,” Melanie adds.

“No I get it, it’s a compromise,” Jenny nods.

You get in line and since it’s close to dinner it’s a fairly short wait. There are a few families in front of you and a group of rowdy boys behind you, Disneyland is a pretty weird place for a #LadzOnTour.

“Groups of three please,” a smiley ride assistant says.

Instantly Katie, Melanie and Jenny cling to each other before giving you a ‘oops sorry’ kind of look as you sigh.

“It’s fine, I didn’t want to go on anyway, I’ll just wait for you guys to get off,” you step to the sideand they all climb on.

The rowdy boys seem to have the same problem, holding up the lines by playing rock-paper-scissors to figure out who doesn’t get to ride. The unlucky one is a guy with a blonde stripe running through his dark hair, arms and collar bones decoratively littered with tattoos and a muscle tee that hangs limp on his body.

“Screw you guys,” he spits going over to lean across the room from you.

“One more cart to fill,” the assistant says once the line is in the gone and the ride is ready to go. “If you wanted you could go together, we’re supposed to fill them up but we could make an exception if you both get in”

You look at the boy who is almost pleading with you and sigh going to get in.

The ride seems better than you’d thought, you even jump a few times making your fellow passenger giggle but you get your turn to laugh at him when he literally shrieks at a guy dressed up as a skeleton.

Around half way through the ride the carts begin t click and you all come to a stop. People begin to chat, expecting it to be part of the ride but after a few minutes, everyone is getting restless.

“We are having technical difficulties,” a voice speaks through a sound system. “Please remain calm and seated we will be resuming the ride at he earliest chance, we apologize for any inconvenience”

“Just brilliant,” you sigh leaning back in the cart.

“You’re remarkably unhappy for someone who just spent the day in disneyland,” you turn to see the boy to your right leaning back too.

“Well I wanted food but no just one more ride they said,” you explain.

“Wow, sucks to be you,” he sasses.

You stick you tongue out at him but just then your stomach makes the loudest noise.

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding,” you see him rummage around in his pocked before pulling out a crushed bag of hotel peanuts, “Here, eat up, we could be here for a while”

You are going to say no but your stomach feels like it’s imploding so you take them, “Thanks”

“I’m Calum by the way,” he introduces himself.


There’s a small silence before you hear his group of friends laughing loudly a few carts ahead.

“So I see your on a Lad’s day out, Disneyland seems a bit of an odd place,” you turn to him a little more.

“Well we’re all kids at heart aren’t we?” he shoots you a smile. “And you’re not exactly one to judge, this place isn’t exactly one of the first places you’d think of for ‘Girl’s gone wild’”

“We made these plans in out last year of high school, we all wanted to go to disney so we came here,” you explain.

He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You’re stuck for a good half an hour but that gives you a chance to get to know the guy that, only an hour ago as a stranger.

You finally get off the ride and Calum pulls you aside from the groups that you are with.

“Cal, dude we’ve got to go,” his blonde-est friend says.

“In a minute,” he turns to you. “So are you staying in the park hotels or..?”

“Yeah, Hotel New York,” you answer. “You?”

“Nice, we’re in the Disneyland Hotel, it’s only a five minute walk away, maybe we could meet up before we have to go?” he suggests.

“Sure,“ you smile. “I’ll give you my number,” you reach into your purse. “Call me”

Before you skip off to join your friends you peck his cheek.

When you return you see all your friends looking at you wide eyed so you simply say, “Food?”


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Dear Calum’s future wife,

you are one lucky bastard. please take care of that little ball of sunshine, okay? don’t make him upset, keep on cuddlin him because we both know how much he loves to. keep him safe, make sure he’s happy. you should realise that you’re always on his mind even if it doesn’t feel like it. he’s constantly thinking about you, your lips, your eyes, your amazing body, your personality and your passion, he’s crazy about you. even when it’s midnight and he’s drunk with friends hopefully you know that you’re the one he thinks about. there isn’t a day that he is going to stop loving you. you were both made for each other. make beautiful children, drive them to soccer practice, to ballet class or even fukin violin if they’re into that kind of thing. whoever you are, I love you. take care of my lovely lovely lovely star. if you’re a friend of mine and you’re reading the future wife, I love you. if you’re a total stranger who’s the future wife, I love you. if it’s just me reading this in a few years time because you are the future wife- well well the fuck done motherfucker you made it


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Do you have a mobile master list, if so can you link it?

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5 with mikey

I roll my eyes as the girls on Michael’s sides giggle at something he said, taking a sip of my drink as I look away. I try to focus my attention on the party, especially what the people I’m with are saying, but the sounds of the girls laughter somehow clouds my brain.

“At least pretend you’re enjoying yourself.” A voice whispers, snapping me out of my thoughts. Luke grins at me, and I nudge him with my elbow as we take a small step away from the group.

“I am.” I tell him, sending him a smile. “See? Smiling and everything.”

“Ah yes. Very convincing.” Luke nods, grinning at me again. I send him a genuine smile before the world’s most annoying sound cuts through again, causing a frown to form back on my face. “You know..”

“Luke, no offence, but I really don’t want to hear it.” I mutter, and Luke nods understandingly.

“Alright. Do you want to dance instead then? take your mind off it?”

“Yeah. That’s be good.”


“I didn’t know you and Luke were a thing now.” Michael comments, leaning against the bar beside me as I wait for my drink.

“Probably because we aren’t.” I reply, smiling at the bartender before turning to face Michael, who shrugs.

“Well you danced together for an awfully long time.”

“What? Jealous Clifford?” I ask, causing Michael to roll his eyes.

“No.” He replies shortly. “Just thought I should have known my two best friends had a thing.”

“Surprised you even noticed considering you had the giggle brigade surrounding you.” I mutter, and Michael cocks an eyebrow.

“What was that?”


“Didn’t sound like nothing.” He says, before he smirks. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?

“Obviously not.” I scoff. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Because you wish it’d been you I was with, not the giggle brigade, and that it’d been me you were dancing with, not Luke.”

“I’ll have you know I had a great time dancing with Luke.”

“But you’d rather it’d been me.”

“Michael don’t be so full of yourself. It’s unflattering.”

“Wow. You must’ve practically been green.”

“Oh fuck off.”

“I think I’ll go talk to Luke, get a second opinion.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Why? Because he’ll tell me the truth?”

“God Michael you’re such an arrogant-” My sentence is cut off by Michael’s lips on mine, his hands pulling my hips towards him.

“If I admit it too, will you say you were jealous?” He mumbles against my lips, causing me to nod. “Okay, so I was insanely jealous that you danced with Luke for most of the night.”

“And I was jealous that the giggle brigade had your attention.”

“In my defence, my attention was on you. You just weren’t looking hard enough to notice.