every single time i wear this shirt i think of 5sos

In My White Tee

Pairing: Y/N/College!Ex-Boyfriend!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 2.000+

Summary: Luke and Y/N have broken up which means it’s been days since Luke has moved out from their shared dorm. College is not always fun and especially not with your ex-boyfriend showing up at your door but one last nap can cure everything.

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Church Oppa (Joshua/Jisoo Smut)

Summary: The shy little boy next door - complete with a purity ring and church camp certified, not exactly a match for someone who’s spent a fortune in foundation just to cover up hickies. But Joshua caught your attention within minutes and you couldn’t help but hope that God turned a blind eye when you captured his. Smut. 

(AN: Okay I had a lot of fun writing this and it is a little bit shorter than my other ones (5400 words) but eh whatever I hope you guys like it. I focused so much on the pinky ring because when I first saw the Seventeen rings honestly I didn’t know they were band rings, no words of a lie I thought they were purity rings because I had just come from the 5sos fandom and a bunch of people were saying that Luke’s pinky ring was a purity ring and he stopped wearing it randomly after his eighteenth birthday, so… whatever please enjoy the smut and message me feedback! -Tanisha<3)

Empty house - boring. TV - boring. YouTube - boring. Tumblr - boring. Homework - boring. Sunday afternoon - boring, boring, boring. There was nothing good about Sundays and you had no clue who invented them or thought they were a good idea. But, you supposed, whatever day ultimately took their place would suck just as much.

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Good for me C.H.

Another Calum one shot. After this one I am going to write something but it won’t be about Calum. If you have some requests, leave them here 

By the way, this is my first ever requested imagine so I’m so happy. I hope you like it, babes. Also, I’m not so good writing smut so I’m sorry for that. 

Summary Could you do an imagine please of where you and calum go to an interview and you’re a popular singer long before 5SOS were around and the interviewer keeps saying things like “you’re here because of y/n” ect and then he’s grumpy all the time you get home and you guys just like get into a bad argument and make up sex with is v steamy thank youuu xxx

Requested: yassss

Trigger Warning: smut 

Word count: 1,5k

Masterlist/ Requests/ Prompts (the prompts are not mine)

Camera flashes were the only thing I could see all along the red carpet. People were screaming our names as we were walking down, pausing every second to pose for the cameras.

Calum had his arm resting on my waist, his finger brushing the skin that my backless dress showed. He was dressed in an amazing suit that made me drool over him. A smile was plastered on his face the whole evening, even in the red carpet, a place I knew he didn’t like that much. But he had told me that he wanted to be there with me, supporting me in what could be the most important night of my career. I had been nominated for two Grammys: best R&B singer and best album of the year and I couldn’t be more nervous. Of course, I wanted to win but I also adored the other artists who were also nominated. So having Calum by my side, made me feel calmer.

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Long Night - L.H

Originally posted by lueks

So…I’ve been dying to write this…I was inspired by the song Long Night by With Confidence (thanks Holly for fucking with me and ruining me with another band). It’s got angst and it’s not happy so if you don’t want to read it, you don’t have to. It’s short and I’m very happy with how it came out

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Ashton Irwin: Erotica

Pairing: Ashton and Y/N

Word Count: 4.8k+

Rating: Smut

Requested: Nope!

So pretty much you catch virgin Ashton reading erotica, whoops. 


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When We Collide

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Request: Yes

Words: 4.000+

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”So what you’re saying is that I woke up this morning expecting everything to be butterflies and rainbows, called my chauffeur to pick me up and wasted gas all the way over to my office just because you couldn’t satisfy my request?”

Luke’s tone rose by each word that left past his pink lips, his eyebrows furrowing and his marker rolling between his fingers.

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5sos as the kids that play by the pool next to me on holiday

Luke: the kid who wears the minions swim shirt, carries around a rubber ring twice his size, cries when he jumps in the pool and gets wet. Has to be rescued from the deep end and sits on a sun lounger eating grapes and singing made up songs for the rest of the holiday.

Michael: the kid who calls the lilo a ‘ship’, tries to save an imaginary girl from drowning for 3 hours straight, attempts to touch the bottom of the pool with armbands on, pulls down his trunks when he fails in an act of protest, wears his goggles over his eyes even when he’s not in the pool.

Ashton: the kid who hasn’t rubbed in the sun cream on their face, also wears a minion shirt but is old enough to know the shame that comes with it, refuses to eat the grapes because they’re not from the shop at home, tries to bite off his own string bracelet

Calum: the only kid who can be trusted to swim in the deep end but wears 3 floaties just in case, forgets to wear shoes, yelps the phrase ‘hot hot hot’ when running across the warm ground, carries a bucket and spade around at all times, convinced he is at the beach and cries when told there is no sand, the wearer of an impressive striped hat that matches his shorts

Office Escapades|(GymTeacher!Ashton)

“I don’t want professional with you.” He utters, his body pushing against yours, turning you around and cornering you in the edge of his desk. His lips ducking down and peppering kisses from your shoulder to the nape of your neck to below your ears. Your knees nearly going weak.

Originally posted by cashtonkinks

Words: 3000+

Request: No

Rating: R

A group of teenage girls in your English class that you taught kept on talking about the new gym teacher at the school. Gushing over his sandy blond hair and hazel eyes, many talking about his lean body and how great it would be to feel his body against theirs. You always interrupted the group of girls though, stating that girls shouldn’t be talking in such a dirty way towards a staff member, but that didn’t seen to mind them since they continued to talk about him every single day.

You couldn’t lie, Mr. Irwin was remarkably hot. It was obvious that he took great care of his body you could tell by his, bulging biceps, toned abs under his thin t-shirts, muscular calves that always strut down the halls in his Nike basketball shorts, and healthy lunch choices. But of course you never acted any more then professional towards him.

Always greeting him with a ‘good morning’ or ‘hello’ when he walked into the teachers lodge or asking him how his day has day has been when sitting down at lunch. He was always nice towards you, his happy smile always beaming whenever you strike up a conversation with him.

You were writing down a quote from Shakespeare on the board when the group of girls that speak of Mr. Irwin so highly, walked into class giggling and grinning at you. You smiled back at them before turning around and sticking the white board marker back into its cap before placing it down on your desk. You walk to the book shelves that lies against the back wall that the group of girls are sitting at.

You swiftly make your way by them and grab the books that the class is going to need while you hear them giggle next to you, making you rise an eyebrow when turning towards them, handing each of them a book.

“What’s so funny girls?” You say, staring between the four of them with a pointed glare, two continue to giggle while the other two shrug.

“Nothing.” Harper, the brunette with freckles amongst her cheeks utters, her eyes flickering between the book and you. “Obviously something is funny because you guys keep looking at me? What’s the deal?” You say when turning around and placing text books on the empty desk.

“Well you know Mr. Irwin, word is getting around that he-”

“Josie shut up!” Says Amber, interrupting whatever Josie was going to say while smacking her hand to the back of her neck, making you turn around when you hear the deafening sound.

“Girls, hands to yourself.” You state while walking towards them, your eyebrow still etched high on your brow bone as you look at Josie seriously.

“What were you about to say?” You question, and you look at all the girls, two of them groaning while Amber and Harper just shake their head side to side to make sure that Josie can keep her mouth shut.

Truth is Josie can never keep her mouth shut, from just a week into second semester you could tell she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet from the many times you told her to be quiet when she was setting in the back next to Harper.

She looks up at you with beaming eyes and a shy smile, her dirty blond hair whacking her against the shoulder as she turns towards you and begins to speak so fast it’s hard for you to grasp on to what she is saying.

“The word around school is that Mr. Irwin apparently has a thing for you.” She rushes out so quickly while standing up, making Amber’s hand hit the back of her spine while glaring up at her furiously.

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Don’t Hurt Yourself (2) - L.H.

So…I don’t know if this is what you were all expecting from this but this is what happened. So, enjoy

No…there will not be a part 3

“Don’t do it, y/n” Morgan said standing in front of her cousin watching her pull her boots on. “You’re going to regret it.”

“And I’m going to regret it if I don’t. I was with him for five years. I need closure or I won’t move on,” she said simply as she zipped up the knee high boots before standing up. The tabloids had been having a field day for the past month when they found out y/n had moved out of the house she shared with her ex fiance, Luke Hemmings.

“I’m just saying, I know you…and I know how much you love him…I just don’t want you to make the mistake of getting back with his grimy ass,” she said sighing as y/n smiled softly.

“And if I do, you can pistol whip me with Greg’s crutches,” she said as her cousin laughed.

“Fair…alright…go on. I want you to call me on your way back though.” Y/n nodded as she got up grabbing the keys to her car before leaving to drive to the small cafe on the outskirts of LA, away from all the paparazzi and media. They both wanted this to be as low key as possible.

She pulled in immediately seeing the black Audi parked down the street, the blonde just getting out of the car with sunglasses perched on that perfect nose of his. He was wearing her favorite shirt: the black and white long sleeve flannel with the top two buttons open with his signature black skinny jeans and his black boots. He looked perfect, just as he always had…and she knew she was fucked in that single moment, instantly regretting that she hadn’t listened to Morgan.

“Hey,” he said softly as she slowly climbed out of the car, pulling her own sunglasses down so he couldn’t see how much control he already had over her. “You look great…as always.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled locking her car before heading inside, side by side with him, the tension heightened by the confined space they were in from the small cafe. “How are the guys?”

“Good…great…they uh..they miss you,” he said trying to find the right words to say as they made their way to the counter ordering their drinks, Luke pulling out his card before she could even fish out the five dollars in cash. “It’s on me.”

“I can pay for my own, Luke” she said sighing, looking up at him as he shrugged.

“Least I could do after everything I’ve put you through…” he mumbled as she nodded looking away. “I know sorry isn’t going to fix anything, because I royally fucked up…but I just..I really am sorry and there isn’t a second in the day that I don’t regret it…” She didn’t say anything, taking her ice latte before going to sit in the corner waiting for him. “Babe…”

“No..no. You do not have the right to call me that..I’m not your babe. I’m not your baby, your baby girl, your love, your sweetheart…you lost every right to ever call me that…” she spat glaring at him as he blushed slightly biting down on his lip. “Was I not good enough…?”

He sighed sitting down across from her shaking his head. “No…you were perfect…you were absolutely everything a guy could want in a girl and whoever gets you will be lucky because you’re perfect…I just…I don’t know why I did it to be honest. I know you came for closure, but I just don’t know…” he said looking down. “What I do know is I took you for granted and I’m never gonna forgive myself.”

“We were together five years Luke..we were talking about raising a family…” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly as she thought about all the times they would just lay in bed, his fingers running through her hair as they talked about how many kids they wanted, four to be exact, and the name of each of their kids: Mason, Brendan, Brady, Liam, Kasey, Maddie, Ariana, and Lily…four boy names and four girl names…just in case. “How long?”

“Less than a month…five times if you want an exact number…” he whispered. “And no…you didn’t know her…I can tell you who if you want to know.” She shook her head stopping him from doing so.

“If I don’t know then I don’t want to know..” she sighed gnawing on her lip from nervousness. “Do you have feelings for her?”

“No…and I haven’t talked to her since you left…not that that probably helps” he said mumbling. “I…do you think I could ever get another chance?” She didn’t answer him immediately not sure if she should drop the bomb then and there or wait.

“I’m going to say no right now…” she said looking up at him as his face dropped. “But you can prove yourself to me when you’re helping me co parent our baby.” He didn’t say anything just staring at her, too many emotions flowing between the both of them in just that one moment.

“I…I’m gonna be a dad….”


“We’re going to be parents….”

“Well..I’m pretty sure that’s what happens when people have a baby,” she said rolling her eyes at him as a small smile graced his lips. “Don’t say anything yet though…you’re literally the only person that knows.”

“How far along?”

“Three months…I found out last week,” she said finishing her drink before standing up. “Thank you…for meeting up with me. I needed this,” she said throwing the cup away as he nodded doing the same.

“I’ll…see you soon” he said smiling softly at her not knowing what else to do since she probably didn’t want to be touched and a kiss was no longer appropriate, quickly turning to leave as she let out a deep sigh that she didn’t realize she was holding in. “Well…this is not how this was supposed to go..” she sighed…. “I can’t ever fucking say no to him.”

ok but imagine (listen, i wrote it because i’m bored, ok?)


Luke and Ashton are trying to bring back what they had before because let’s admit it, over the past years, they weren’t as close as they were before. The hindrances were there, the problems were there, the craps and bullshit were there.

You know what I mean, really. As I was saying, now that they are both singles, the two decided to continue what has been postponed and it is their love (before the burdens came into the scene). The awkwardness was still there so they decided to take it step by step.

Ashton thought that if they really want to go back to what they were before, Luke should move to his house which Luke agreed because who is he to say no, he’s still madly and deeply in love with him after all; he’s just afraid to say so.

Even though they are already living together in Ashton’s house, they still had to take separate rooms– Luke on the guest room and Ashton on his own because of the inevitable awkward situation.

One night, Luke woke up in the middle of his heavy sleep because of a terrible dream. A nightmare. He was so scared and his tears are uncontrollably dripping across his cheeks. He wanted someone to accompany him so he got up with the blanket all over him and knocked Ashton’s door.

Ashton wasn’t asleep though, he could not stop thinking of the boy next to his room. He heard a few small and barely audible knocks and immediately approached the door knowing it’s Luke.

When he opened the door, he saw a beautiful boy in pajamas and a blanket enfolded all over him wearing a teary and tired eyes. The boy still made his heart jump though.

Ashton held Luke’s hands and guided him to his bed. They both sat down, face to face while Ashton gave the young boy in front of him a worrying look.

He asked what’s wrong and Luke just dropped down his sight onto his lap and Ashton hurriedly grabbed his chin and lifted it up seeing Luke was about to cry again which is he did.

He shushed him and lay down, pulling Luke with him and wrapped his arms around him, telling it’ll get better and asking why was he crying.

Luke’s face was on Ashton’s chest and he can’t look up at him because he doesn’t want the older to see him cry. He worked so hard to build a tough personality in those times without Ashton. He couldn’t afford to see him all weak.

“I dreamt about h-her,” Luke opened, his face still on Ashton’s chest and the older can feel his shirt is starting to get wet because of Luke’s tears.

Luke is so weak and so heart broken and he want someone to hold onto so he wrapped his arms around Ashton’s waist and hugged him for dear life.

“A-Arzaylea was h-hurting P-petunia.” Luke said between sobs. Ashton’s left hands made its way to Luke’s hair and caressing it while the other was stucked under Luke’s side.

“S-she’s hitting P-Petunia and sh-she hadn’t fed her f-for days,” Luke was crying so hard while the older is listening intently.

“A-and I-I… I could hear Petunia cry and she w-was starting to get cuts and… and… and she’s running away but she-she’s already limp,”

Luke was crying harder than he was earlier and it made Ashton’s heart break. He hate seeing Luke cry.

“Shhhhh” Ashton shushed “Baby, look at me please?” he said softly and lift Luke’s chin but Luke’s eyes was on his neck– still can’t look at him directly

“That’s only a dream, okay?” Ashton trying to comfort Luke, “She can’t hurt Petunia and even if she did, we’d call the cops okay?”

“Now look at me babe,” Finally, Luke looked straight to the whiskey irises using his innocent ocean blue ones filled with tears

Ashton didn’t hesitate to wipe them away using both of his thumbs glad that the younger started to calm down a bit

“Tomorrow, we’ll get Petunia and maybe bring her to the vet to check if she got bruises or cuts and we’ll buy her lots of food good for one month and maybe we’ll get her a costume for the upcoming halloween,” Ashton suggested which made Luke look onto him as if he was the only light of his life.

“how’s that sound, babe?” Ashton asked again making sure the younger is fine with the decision

“G-good” Luke answered Ashton with choked sobs still audible

“Now let’s go to sleep because tomorrow will be a long day,” Ashton said starting to get sleepy but before he closed his eyes, he kissed Luke’s forehead three times, making sure the younger boy was okay and wrapped his arms around him making sure he was protected and no one can hurt him as long as he exists.

The younger then burried his face on the older’s neck with sobs still audible but he’s starting to get rid of it.

He smelled the older boy recognizing a scent of vanilla and Ashton’s natural manly scent. He sniffed him which made Ashton laugh because it tickles.

5 minutes were provided to complete the silence until the younger boy decided to talk again.


“hm?” Ashton answered with his eyes closed, about to fall asleep.

“Can we get a bee costume for Petunia please?” Ashton chuckled at Luke’s suggestion because he can imagine Petunia on a bee costume and it was so cute.

“or a fairy costume with all the sparkly and glittery wings on it? Ashton?”

“Okay, babe we’ll get every possible costumes for Petunia tomorrow,” Ashton agreed which made Luke’s face light up and lift his chin again seeing the older’s eyes are closed

He smiled at the older although he can’t see him and said, “Thank you, Ashton. I love you”

Ashton instantly upraised his eyelids and pecked on Luke’s lips with a smile engraved on his lips saying the important words back.

“I love you too, Luke, so much.”

and with that they both sleep peacefully with plastered smiles on their faces and holding onto one another as if they are each other’s greatest refuge.

When We Collide (Part 12)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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“Y/N, you threw up in her Marc Jacobs bag? That must be the funniest thing I’ve heard all week!” 

“Trust me, it wasn’t as funny as it sounds.” You mumbled with your phone resting between your shoulder and ear, eyes glancing up to look for when the elevator would arrive.

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Luke Hemmings Smut: Making Him Jealous

Pairing: Luke Hemmings + Y/N
Requested: Yep “Hey, could u do a luke one shot where you make him jealous by flirting with ash & it leads to angry sex n to piss him off even more u moan ashtons name so he uses toys and over stimulation?”
Word Count: 1149


I stopped the car right in front of the boys’ shared flat and walked up to the door. 

They were having a party this night. Allthough they have loads of parties and I am invited to every single one of them, I was quite nervous. I have been horny for the whole day and finally wanted to get laid. Since me and Luke have been dating for a really long time now, I know how to make him jealous. 

I plucked at my dress, fixing it a bit. My hand reached out to knock on the door, but I realized it was completely stupid. The music was booming, so they surely could not hear me. I opened the door and walked into the big house. Teenagers were dancing everywhere and I didn’t know most of them. I was a bit late, since there were already so many people. The only thing I wanted right now, was to see Ashton. Easily because he was a part of my plan. My plan to make Luke jealous. My plan to finally get laid. I felt myself getting wet as I thought about the things a jealous Luke would be able to do. 

My legs carried me to kitchen, where I grabbed a drink and went back into the living room. I sipped at the red cup, but I couldn’t surely say what it was. Something really strong, that burned my throat. My heart skipped a beat when I finally discovered Ashton in the crowd. He danced with a tall blonde girl. I walked over to them and he let go of her, talking to me instead. She looked at me in arrogance and walked away. 

“Hi, Ash.”, I smiled up at him. 
“Y/N!”, he shouted. I could tell he was completely drunk, which was even better for me. “You look nice in that dress.”
I giggled, thanking him. Suddenly, I could see Luke from the corner of my eye. I stepped closer to Ashton, our bodies touching. “You look hot in that shirt.”, I smirked. He raised an eyebrow and got into the game. We both put our cups down. His big hands travelled down to my butt, just resting there. I could feel Luke exploding. I turned around and started to dance against Ashton, grinding my hips into his crotch just like the girl did before. He moved his hips perfectly to mine. That was when Luke interrupted us. He pulled me away from Ashton. 
“What the fuck man?”, he growled. I don’t think I have ever seen him angrier before. Ashton excusingly raised his hands and walked away. Luke turned to me, whispering something in my ear, but I couldn’t hear him because the music was too loud. He grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me upstairs. The music was more silent up here, so I could actually hear what he was saying. 

Luke stopped in front of his room, just to kick the door open. He threw me onto his bed, my wettness growing by every step. He came closer to me, hovering between my legs and whispering, “You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Y/N. Flirting with Ashton, yeah?” He pulled down my short dress and kicked it to the floor, leaving me in just my panties and heels since I wasn’t wearing a bra. “You will have to be punished.”

He took off his pants and threw them next to my dress. His lips attached mine. I excpected him to be rough, but not actually so rough. Lukes tongue slipped into my mouth straight away, taking control over everything. I tugged at the hem of his shirt and he took it off, too. He ripped off my panties and his boxers. I felt him enter me fastly, and thrusting hard. He almost slipped out of me, but then pushed back in at such a fast pace, I almost saw stars. I dug my nails into his back, making sure to leave marks. My orgasm built up fast, but I wanted more.

“Oh, Ashton.”, I moaned. Luke suddenly stopped thrusting. He looked at me angrily and pushed out of me, leaving me whimpering. He walked out of his room and into the bathroom, which was his own. I didn’t want to finish myself so I waited for him to come back. When he did, I saw he had something in his hands, but I couldn’t tell what it was. He placed the things on his bedside table and told me to sit up. I did as I was told and he cuffed my hands onto the headboard of the bed. I looked at Luke, I was completely surprised. He took something in his hand and got closer to me again, so I could smell the alcohol in his breath. 

He kissed the corner of my mouth and I could hear something vibrating. I looked down at my naked body and saw Luke holding a vibrator near my clit. He pressed it lightly onto the sensitive spot and I moaned loudly. He suddenly pushed it into me, rocking it back and forth. It felt amazing, to be honest. I tried to move, arching my back, but Luke held my hips down with one hand. He moved his face closer to my core, licking a wet line over my clit. He then blew cold air onto it. His lips attached my clitoris and sucked at it, adding even more pleasure. I couldn’t even feel my orgasm building up when it suddenly hit me. I came all over the vibrator, so Luke turned it off again. He grabbed duct tape from the beside table and pasted up my mouth. 

“I don’t want you to make a single sound, understood?”, he smirked. Luke thrusted his length into me, just as fast as he did before. I held back every moan and just let him do his thing. He took hold of my hips and slammed my body onto his cock. Many moans escaped his mouth and I could tell he was close, but so was I. I now arched my back, telling him I was gonna release soon. 
“Cum for me baby!”, he shouted. I came on point, my juices running down his big cock. He shot his load into me almost at the same time, but he didn’t push out of me. Instead he kept rocking his hips into me and took the duct tape off my mouth. I let out a few loud moans. 

“Yeah, right there Luke.”, I almost yelled. It didn’t even take me long to reach my high a second time. While I cummed, he started rubbing my clit. I almost couldn’t take all the pleasure. I squirted on his body, I was a moaning mess. 

He finally slipped out of me and laid down next to me. 

“Holy shit, that was so good.”, I breathed out heavily. 

babyhoneylive  asked:

calum surprising you and bringing you home a bunch of clothes and you're scared to try them on bc they might not fit (but he did his research and made sure they would fit u)

this is the dang cutest thing ever :(( sorry its so long i got carried away okay

a couple days earlier you and cal would have taken a trip to the mall and once again the trip was a bust not finding anything that fit you the way you liked..many stores not even carrying your size.  even though this happened every time you went into every mall hopeful, but left with the same disappointment. you weren’t mad at yourself for not fitting in the clothes, you were more mad that stores you wanted to love didn’t cater to your size.  your most recent trip left you laying around your apartment online shopping where all you could find clothes that were more your grandma’s style than your own.

calum would walk into your bedroom and look at you with sympathy in his eyes knowing that you were down.  “y/n i hate seeing you upset especially when it’s about something that shouldn’t even have to be a problem at the first place”, he said as he sat down next to you on your bed.  he’d continue talking, “you don’t know how much i wish you could find clothes when we go to the mall.  you work everything you put on your body if anyone knows that babe its you!!”  he had a point there, you were very aware of how you looked but you really didn’t care.  you wore every piece of clothing (especially lingere) to your advantage, like it was made just for you.  the only issue was finding pieces that helped you to feel that way.  calum would lay behind you and wrap his arms around your waist.  his hands on your tummy made you feel safe.  he would whisper into your ear, “im gonna find you clothes y/n.   i am going to find clothes that fit you and will make you happy.  i’ll buy you a whole new wardrobe if i have to, i just want you to feel special.”

two weeks later you would be sitting on the couch on your computer still hunting for even a single outfit to wear out and all you had ordered yourself were a couple t shirts.  calum would come bursting through you guys’ apartment door holding about four large boxes in his arms, setting them down as soon as he possibly could.  you would be surprised, “cal what is all of that!!” he would look at you with bright eyes and say, “clothes!!! for you and i know you are going to love them baby!!  i ordered them after our mall trip a couple weeks ago.” you could not believe how much you lucked out with calum.  most boys you dated didn’t see your worth, but calum did and he would do anything for you to see it too.  “i contacted a couple designers i know and they made you some stuff and also there’s a box of drop dead stuff because i ordered some things i know for sure will fit us both so that’s cool i think!!”  seeing your boyfriend so excited made you so happy, but you were still wary of the things he so kindly purchased worried that even these things might not fit you the way you like.  calum suggested you guys go to your bedroom and have a fashion show but he could tell you were concerned, “babe i know what you’re thinking.  you’re scared this stuff won’t fit but trust me i asked y/f/n for some of your sizes and checked your bras and followed accordingly.  this stuff is gonna fit you beautifully!!”

so you guys had been in your room going on two hours and you had not stopped strutting your stuff!!!!!!!  so far you had been in love with every piece of clothing calum had brought you home.  there were nicer shirts for work, tons of dresses that would look great on a date night with calum, jeans that hugged your curves perfectly and lots of comfy clothes too.  calum sat on your bed photographing you like he was the paps and you were a high fashion model.  his favorite though, was when you tried on the lacy bras and undies he bought you.  you’d be so overjoyed that finally you had clothing that fit you to perfection and that made you feel so damn awesome in.  you were ready to put on a cute outfit right now and go walk down the street and back, anything for someone to see how damn cute you looked in the clothes your boyfriend spent so much time picking out for you.  you felt bad calum spent so much money on this stuff, but calum would go to the end of the world to make you smile plus your confidence was incredibly sexy lets be real.

sadly none of us have a calum to buy us sexy clothes, but the idea of this is cute and i hope it makes some of u smile :)

Truth or Dare (Luke Hemmings)

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the 5sos boys and Luke gets dared to eat you out. He’s a little embarrassed at first doing it in front of the other boys as he hasn’t done it much before, and the boys tell him what to do…kinda.


Requested: no

A/N: Hey guys I just logged on today to see that I had 301 followers so this is great timing because this can be a celebration smut!! Thank you guys so much and I hope you like it :)

“Well that was a great ending.” You laughed, having just finished a round of movies with your brother and his band. The last, (your request), Magic Mike, had made them all uncomfortable, but admittedly left you slightly turned on.

“No more movies.” Your brother, Oliver, groaned.

“Alright, what should we do then?” Ashton asked.

“Truth or dare!” Michael said excitedly.

“We should be getting home.” Your brother said, knowing where truth or dare with these boys would go. Last time he saw you flash Calum, which was not enjoyable for either of you.

“I want to stay.” You pouted. If your brother wasn’t here you could get away with most things.

“Fine. Be back by 12. I’ll see you boys later, don’t rape her. And I swear to God if I see one bruise on her tomorrow,”

Oliver was cut off my Michael. “Even a hickey?”

“One. Single. Bruise.” Oliver glared at Michael before leaving.

“Well this’ll be fun.” Calum grinned, Luke visibly gulping.

“Y/N.” You turned to face Michael. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare.” You said confidently.

“Take off your shirt.”

“You’re so predictable Clifford.” You said, poking your tounge out at him before lifting your shirt over your head.

“Nice rack Kirby.” Michael said quietly.

“Bigger than your dick.” You heard Luke mumble beside you, causing you to chuckle.

“Ashton.” You turned to him. “Truth or dare?”


“Aw you’re so boring. Who out of my friends would you fuck?” You say him blush, everyone knew he had a crush on Halley.

“Um-ah Halley?” He raised his voice at the end, making it seem like a question.

It continued like this for a while, we all took shots, Calum was shirtless and Luke was sitting in his boxers. Michael had taken body shots off of Ashton, and we knew that Ashton wanted to kiss, fuck, and marry Halley. Oh and that he had a daddy kink (but who didn’t know that?).

“Y/N.” Calum turned to you. “Truth or dare?”


“You sure?” He laughed.

“Alright.” You said, deciding to risk it.

“Bad idea.” Calum chuckled. “Take off your underwear.”

You sighed. You were wearing a skirt, so you stood up, shimming out of your underwear, holding them up for the boys to see. You sat back down on the couch, feeling Luke squirm beside you. You discreetly glanced over, seeing that he was turned on by your dare.

“Luke.” Michael said. Luke turned to him, looking like he was caught doing (well thinking of) something that he shouldn’t have been. “Truth or dare?”

You saw Luke gulp. “Um truth.”

“Don’t be a pussy Hemmings.” You laughed.

“Fine.” Luke sat up taller. “Dare.” He looked proud of himself until Michael said what his dare was to be.

“Eat out Y/N.” This got everyone’s attention.

“And this is okay with me because…?” You asked.

“That movie turned you on and we all know you’ve got a thing for Hemmings.” Michael said. Both of those you couldn’t deny.

“Here?” Luke squeaked out.

“Sure.” Michael smirked. Luke gulped, turning to you.

“Um- guys.” He whined. “I haven’t, um, I haven’t really done this before.” You could see a blush creeping onto his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but to feel sorry for the poor boy.

Pulling him closer to you, you whispered in his ear, “I’ll help you.” He looked at you and you nodded, biting your lip.

“Sit on the floor Hemmings!” Michael said.

“Shutup Clifford.” Luke retorted, making everyone laugh (except Michael, that is.).

Luke took a deep breath, bringing his hands up your legs. “I don’t know what to do.” Luke said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry.” You smiled at Luke. “Do whatever feels right.” He smiled gratefully back at you.

“Do what’s in the pornos.” You heard Calum tell Luke, making you groan and throw your head back against the couch. This wasn’t helping. All of a sudden you jerked up, feeling the cool touch of Luke’s fingers along your inner thigh.

“Is that right?” Luke asked. You nodded, encouraging him. You watched him bite his lip as he pushed your legs apart, putting you on display for all of the boys. You hear a few groans and a whimper leave their mouths.

Luke ran his hands up your thighs again, his hands getting closer and closer to your centre every time.

“Touch me Luke.” You whimpered, seeing him grin. You feel his fingers run across your folds, making you groan. He rubbed circles on your clit, causing you to throw your head back.

“Get to the eating Hemmings stop making her wait for it!” You heard Michael say, with what? A moan. That’s right. You looked up to see Michael’s dick out, him slowly stroking it. You saw Ashton palming himself through his jeans and the top of Calum’s dick peeking out of his boxers, which he was rubbing slightly.

Luke blushed, moving his face to your clit. He gently blew on it, causing you to shudder. Luke then kissed your clit, making you squirm due to the contrast of his warm lips and lip piercing.

“Am I doing well?” He mumbled against you. You could feel the smirk, he knew full well he was.

“Amazing.” You breathed out, a moan leaving your lips as he caught you off guard, making little figure-eights with his tounge on your clit.

“You fucking liar.” You said, fisting Luke’s hair. “You lied about not doing this before.”

Luke took his mouth off of you, causing you to whine. He moved up to your ear, replacing his mouth with his fingers.

“I know innocence turns you on.” He whispered, causing you to suppress a moan. “I know how turned on you get when a guy puts on a show for you.” Luke nibbled on your ear, one finger plunging into you, causing you to hold onto him and to cry out in pleasure. “I know dirty talk turns you on, I know how to make you feel good baby.” He kissed your cheek.

You turned your head to him. “How?” You asked.

Luke smirked, adding another finger, making you grip his arm even tighter. “You sleep talk when you’re drunk.” Luke kissed down your neck, nibbling until you cried out in pleasure. You felt him smirk, adding another finger.

“Luke I need your mouth.” You begged.

Luke pulled away from you, that stupid smirk of his still on his face. He added his mouth to the pleasure his fingers were giving you, flicking out his tounge and spelling his name on your clit. You groaned, feeling him speed up his actions.

“Luke.” You groaned, feeling yourself about to come undone any second now. He nibbled on your clit, causing you to cry out and come undone at his fingertips.

Luke brought his face to yours, grinning. You wiped your cum off of his face and then kissed him.

“Ew lovely shit.” You heard Calum say, making you laugh. Luke moved away from you so that he wasn’t blocking your viewpoint anymore. What was before you was a sight to see. Both Michael & Calum’s stomachs were covered in cum, and Ashton’s pants had a wet patch on the front. You turned to Luke.

“You didn’t get off though?” You said.

“Don’t worry I can get myself off thinking about that pretty pussy of yours.” He grinned at you.

“Who knew Hemmings was so confident?” Michael said.

“Oh come on Michael we all know you want to blow him.” Ashton said, making you all laugh.

#273: “You Think I’m Cute?”


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”I don’t think of anything else when I look at you.” A huge blush came to your cheeks by his words. The question had been simple yet with a little bit of embarrassment in your tone. You were having a huge smile on your face but only because you could tell he actually meant it. “It wasn’t supposed to be something special.” You shrugged and looked down at the dress. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary but it suited you very well. “It’s always something special when it’s you.” He walked closer and cupped your cheeks, the smile growing on his face when his lips pressed against yours softly. 


“With your hair like that and those chocolate brown eyes you’ve got me sold out. I’m weak.” You smiled brighter when you saw his reaction. That cute little smile on his face was worth everything, it was often that you said it but when you did it brightened his day. “I just look like a morning shit.” He mumbled in disagreement and a ran through his matted hair. You shook your head by his words and rested your cheek on the top of his warm chest. “I think you look the best.” You hummed and kissed his chin, “Especially in the mornings. You don’t know how cute you look when you sleep.” 


“You’re wearing my shirt. It’s impossible not to be.” He smiled and moved the sheets on the bed for you to take a seat. You had been nervously standing in the door frame in consideration. It was a bit revealing only to wear one of his band t-shirts and your underwear but the reaction he had took away all the insecurities. “Come here.” He encouraged and made movements with his hands. You bit down on your lip and fell down onto the mattress, seconds later being embraced in his arms. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Especially with my clothes on.” He whispered and kissed your forehead. 


“And I’m not only saying it because I’m drunk.” You slurred seriously, trying to keep a straight face but it wasn’t working much. The grin on his face was there both by the way you were standing and what you had said. It had kind of been blurted out but you meant every single bit of it. “I think you’re very very cute.” You nodded your head once again in agreement and wrapped your arms around his neck. “So cute that I sometimes have trouble realizing that you’re actually mine.” His cheeks almost hurt that was how much he was smiling. Even in your drunk state everything about it was so true. 

Never Be- Neighbor Michael

This is the last installment in the neighbor!5sos series! Thanks everyone for reading! We hope you enjoyed the series and we hope you stay tuned for our next couple series as well! 

They were at it again. Yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs, seemingly unaware that their teenage daughter was just a couple doors down listening to everything they were saying. Their fights used to at least make a little bit of sense. Dad had come home too late or mom went out with her friends too much. But now, their arguments seemed to be about nothing at all. It was a wonder they weren’t separated yet. You kept waiting for one of them to sit you down and explain that you had to choose who to live with and all that jazz that came with a divorce. It had happened to most of your friends already, but neither of your parents ever spoke those words. You had two theories about it: either they didn’t have to guts to leave each other or they didn’t have the guts to have to tell  you about it. Either way, you knew any love they had for each other had faded over the years So here you were, sitting in your room trying to block out their shrill voices you were sure the whole street could hear. You were trying not to cry. You had cried far too many time because of them and you desperately wished you could just stop feeling some type of way about it but you just couldn’t. At the end of the day you just cared too much about the whole thing. They were your parents! How could you not care?

Just as you let a single tear slip from your eye, you felt a small object hit you on the forehead. Blinking in surprise, you looked around for the source of the projectile when another one hit you. You looked down and saw a green guitar pick in your lap followed by a small “psst.” You looked in the direction of the noise and smiled. Outside your window and across the way was your next door neighbor Michael grinning at you. His house was squeezed next to yours in the suburban neighborhood you both lived in. He had moved in about five years ago and you had been friends ever since your mom forced you over there with a plate of fresh cookies for the new neighbors. Wiping the stray tear away before he could see, you hurried over to the window sill to talk to him.

“I ran out of pebbles so I had to throw guitar picks instead.” He chuckled.

“It’s intuitive, I’ll give you that. Plus, your accuracy was on point.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, his piercing catching the light of the street lamp and glinting at you.

“You should’ve seen your face! You didn’t even know what hit you!” He teased, making you smile a little bigger which was something you were only ever able to do with him these days. Seeing your smile, Michael was about to make another joke before he was abruptly cut off to the sound of your dad yelling at your mom.

“I pay most of the rent around here, I shouldn’t have to pick up every single dish I use!” He roared.

“Well it wouldn’t kill you to help me out every now and again! I do enough around here as it is without you causing more messes! Maybe I should just move out of here so I don’t have to look at you and your mess!” Your mom screamed back at him.

“Is that all I am anymore?!? A mess?”

“It’s sure as hell all you act like!”

Their voices became more faint and you could tell that they were moving the argument downstairs leaving you not only embarrassed, but once again fighting tears. Seeing your expression, Michael softened and looked at you with sad eyes.

“They’re at it again?” He whispered.

“Every night.” You couldn’t even look at him. Too ashamed to even be able to meet his eyes.

“You wanna come over? Mom made mac and cheese tonight and I know there’s extras.”

“Um, no it’s okay I wouldn’t wanna bother you.” You mumbled, honestly wanting nothing more than him right now.

“I think it’s funny that you think I don’t know when you’re lying Y/N. I’ll get the bridge, just stay there.” He said, disappearing into his room.

‘The Bridge’ was a piece of plywood that you and Michael used as a way to clammer back and forth between your houses when going through the front door was unacceptable. Michael usually kept it in his room meaning you often came home to find him chilling out in your room while you were away. Although, his habit of breaking and entering led to him walking in on you changing a few times, which of course he never complained about, but made you turn bright red and scrambling to cover yourself up while he laughed and mumbled “boobs.” Of course the little shit often left his blinds open and had a peculiar habit of walking around his room without any clothes on, meaning he wasn’t the only one who had seen the other stark naked.

Michael returned, heaving the bridge over the ledge and connecting it to your window. Standing up, you balanced yourself on the edge and shimmied across.

“I can’t believe one of us hasn’t died yet.” You grumbled. As if the universe took that as a challenge, suddenly the bridge began to crack. “Shit.” Without hesitation, you leaped the rest of the way across falling directly towards a wide eyed Michael. He tried to reach out and catch you, but the boy was not coordinated at all and so the two of you went tumbling down to the carpet, him underneath you, with a thud. Fortunately for you, he broke your fall and you were surprised you hadn’t just plummeted to your death.

“You jinxed it.” He pouted up at you. You took this time to realized how close you were to him. Michael’s arms had wrapped around your middle in hopes of catching you and you had fallen so that your nose was barely brushing his. His green eyes stared up at you as his pink lips turned upwards into a smile, his blue hair brushing his forehead.

His voice was low, “You know what we’re in the perfect position for?” Your cheeks turned hot as you realized what he could be suggesting. But like usual, Michael loved to keep you guessing.

“A TICKLE FIGHT!” He rolled over so that you were pinned underneath him and started pinching your sides and running his fingers up and down your body in the areas he knew you would react to.

“Michael!” You stuttered, barely able to breathe because you were laughing so hard. “Michael no!” But he kept going, under your arms, down your stomach, the outside of your thighs, he knew every single place that you were ticklish. He knew you better than anyone and the more he saw you laughing, the more he couldn’t help but smile and laugh as well. You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to keep them open anymore when suddenly the tickling sensation stopped. You opened your eyes to find Michael gazing down at you, his arm locked next to your head as his other hand came up to brush the hair out of your eyes.

“I love to see you laugh.” He whispered. “I love it more than anything in the whole world.” Your lips parted and you let out a small gasp at his words. “I hate to see you so sad. I hate that they don’t care enough to shut the fuck up for a day and make sure you’re okay. I hate that you think no one cares about you when I care about you more than anything. I love to be the one to make you smile and laugh. I love watching you dance around in your room to Taylor Swift when you think I’m not home. You’re so amazing and I wish you knew that Y/N. And I’ll tell you every single day if I have to until you start to believe it.” He breathed. Awestruck, you stared up at him. You were at a loss for words, unable to even process what you were going to say before he continued. “Since the bridge broke I guess you’re staying here tonight. I’ll get you some clothes to wear.” He climbed off of you and stumbled over to his drawer to retrieve some extra clothes for you to sleep in. You got up as well, walking over to him, His back was turned, so you carefully wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his shoulder. You felt him tense up at your touch but you hugged him anyway. “Thank you Michael. Just for everything. For being here and staying with me and just for being you I guess.” You sighed.

“Well I live just next door, it’s not like I could ever get away from you, even if I tried.” He teased.

Turning around, he handed you an old Metallica t-shirt that he always wore.

“My favorite shirt for my favorite girl.” Blushing, you took it from him and went over to the corner of his room to change, but he was still looking at you.

“Mikey turn around!” You ordered.

“C’mon babe, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”


“Okay fine, fine.” He covered his face with his hands as you began to undress. Naturally, being the little shit he is, he peered out through his fingers to try and get a glimpse of you. Your shirt was off, but you were turned towards the wall exposing your bare back to him. Oh the things he would do to you if you would only let him. He didn’t dare tell you how he felt. You had told him before that you didn’t want a relationship with anyone right now. Not with the state of your family and all the stress it caused you. You weren’t ready to devote yourself to someone yet. Little did he know though, that you would devote yourself to him if he asked. You would do anything for him. He may just be the boy next door, who threw guitar picks instead of pebbles at your window but that’s okay. Michael was anything but ordinary and that’s what you loved about him.

“I know you’re peeking Mikey.” He could practically hear your smirk, and he could’ve sworn he saw you swing your hips a little.

“Oh aren’t I a fortunate fool.” He chuckled under his breath. 
“And we are quite the pair Michael Clifford.” You winked at him, making his stomach churn in a way only it only did when he was with you.

“I’m going to sleep in my boxers.” He announced, hoping you would follow his lead. “You can take the left side of the bed.”

“Are you sure you want me in the bed with you?” You asked tentatively, looking shyly at him.

“Of course! I’m certainly not sleeping on the floor tonight and I’ll be damned if you think you are.” He climbed into bed and you got in next to him as he pulled the covers up over the two of you. You both lay in peaceful silence for awhile until you spoke quietly.

“Do you think it’ll ever get better than this Mike?” He knit his eyebrows together.

“What do you mean?

“I mean do you think that everything is going to work out for me? For us?

“For us?”

“Like will my parents ever stop fighting? Will your band become successful? Will I get into a good school? I just don’t know. It doesn’t feel like anything will ever be better than it is now you know?

“Oh.” Michael paused to think about what he was going to say next before explaining, “You know, I think it will. At least for you, I know I would do anything to make sure you were happy. But I think that the real question is, will it ever be as good as it is now? Because we will never be as young as we are now. One day we’ll fade away and the world will be grey. We have to seize the day and we can’t wait for tomorrow we have to live now. Do what we want to do while we’re young.”

You stopped and stared up at him, left practically speechless at his answer to your question. “That could be a song lyric, you know. It’s poetic, you should get on that because it could be a hit.”
Michael let out a laugh. “I’ll run it by the guys and see how it goes over. You know they only like stuff that sounds punk though, so none of that sappy shit.”

You laughed at him before teasing, “I’m sure you guys could make anything sound punk rock.”

“Well we do have a song called Pizza, and it’s pretty hardcore.” He chuckled.

“Haha, sure it is Mikey. He stuck his tongue out at you, making you grin mischievously before you began to squirm around in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in. Just as you were about to give up, he wrapped his arm around your stomach and pulled you into his chest.

“Is that better?” He cooed into your neck.

“Mmhhmm.” You mumbled, already slipping into a peaceful slumber now that you were close to Michael.

“Good.” He whispered, taking in the scent of your hair and memorizing the feeling of your body next to his. Your breathing slowed and his did as well, matching your delicate rhythm.

The two of you laid in silence for awhile, the luminescence of the moon shining through his open window and lighting up your still form. Michael stayed awake, his thoughts swimming, unable to focus on anything but you lying next to him, when finally he softly spoke words that he never before had had courage to say aloud.
“I love you.” He whispered. But his words went unheard by you, as you dreamed of the boy with the colored hair.



Everyone was born with one tattoo on their body. Yours was a small daisy tucked away on the inside of your ankle. Almost unnoticeable.

Every time you fell in love with someone, their tattoo would appear on your body, without the knowledge of the other person. Most people didn’t even know they were in love yet. And at almost 18, you had only your own tattoo.

Michael, however, had many. Your best friend became smitten quite easily, his love never requited. But that did not deter his hopeless romantics.

You were more guarded. You were afraid of falling for the wrong person and doing something stupid because of it. You told yourself you were waiting for the right person. That’s what you told everyone, except Michael.

Michael told you not to worry. He assured you that whoever was lucky enough to have your simply beautiful daisy inked into their flesh would come along soon. You constantly asked Michael to show you his own tattoo, but he refused, instead saying that yours was much more appealing.

As your 18th birthday grew nearer and nearer, you grew more anxious still. Your self assuredness long abandoned, Michael’s words could barely comfort you anymore. You felt desperate and a slightly worried. You’d began to wonder if the right person would ever come along. What if you were destined to live with one single tattoo for your whole life?

Your parents were much less worried. Well your father was, resorting to skirting around you, anxiously avoiding talks of soul mates and “Mr. Right,”, Your mother on the other hand, became overly attentive and way too supportive.

The morning before your 18th birthday, you awoke to a burning sensation on the small of your back.

“Mikey? Mike, wake up…” You said groggily, your hand rubbing your back through your shirt.

You were staying the night at Michael’s, trying to avoid your overbearing mother.

“Mm?” Michael grumbled, making no effort to get up.

“Seriously Michael, you need to get up,” You said urgently, throwing a pillow at his head.

“Are you dying?” He asked, face buried in the pillow.

“Pretty much,” You pleaded. Michael finally sat up, raising his eyebrow at you questioningly.

“I think I got my tattoo,” You said nervously biting your lip. Michael gulped.

“Want me to look for you?” He asked. You nodded and lifted your shirt up slightly, revealing your lower back. You heard Michael gasp slightly.

“What? Is it someone we know?” You asked anxiously.

“No, no. It’s just… very beautiful,” Michael answered slowly.

“Can I have a mirror?” You asked quietly. Michael walked out of his bedroom before returning seconds later with a small hand mirror. You lifted it up over your shoulder and craned your neck to see.

“What do you think?” Michael asked anxiously. You opened your mouth to speak, but no comprehensible words escaped your lips.

On your back was a large, intricate butterfly. It’s beautiful colors put your small daisy tattoo to shame, it’s delicate wings spread across your back.


“It’s something isn’t it?” He grinned.

“Who’s is it?” You frowned.

“Oh, right. I don’t know,” Michael answered, his face falling. You fell silent.
“You should probably go home and tell your parents. Can’t keep them waiting,”

“Oh. You’re right,” You replied, still slightly dazed, from sleep or the shock of your new tattoo, you weren’t

Your father was a bit overprotective, wanting to know who the tattoo belonged too, but you couldn’t answer that. Your mother assured you that you would discover in time and made you promise not to worry about it too much.

The next day, you and Michael had a lunch date planned for your birthday. As you got ready, you paused every once and a while to admire the tattoo in the mirror. You had absolutely fallen in love with it and wondered who the beautiful tattoo belonged to.

“Hey Mike. Ready for lunch?” You asked cheerfully, answering his knock quickly.

“Can we talk first?” Michael asked, standing on your doorstep, scratching the back of his neck anxiously.

“Sure. Come on in,” You began to open the door wider when he stopped you.

“Maybe we should do it outside,”

“Yeah okay,” You followed him out to your porch swing, plopping down next to him. Your heels barely touched the ground in the flats you were wearing, your daisy tattoo in full view. You glanced over at Michael’s hand, covered in large, richly colored roses.

“It always seemed absurd to me to get a tattoo that wasn’t from a person you loved,” You said, fingers tracing one of the roses that Michael had actually intentionally gotten inked onto his hand.

“They were just so striking, I couldn’t resist,” He said smiling fondly.

“What did you need to tell me?” You asked quietly.

“Not so much tell, more show,” Michael said, pulling his hand away from yours and running it up and down his jeans restlessly. He stood abruptly, taking a deep breath. He reached down and lifted up his pant leg ever so slightly, revealing a small, intricate daisy tattoo on his ankle. One that matched yours exactly.


“Hold on, there’s more,” Michael said breathlessly. He turned around and lifted up his shirt to reveal the gloriously colorful butterfly on the small of his back.

“Oh my god,” You choked out. Michael turned around abruptly, the worry in his eyes quickly fading to relief when he glimpsed the wide smile on your face.

“Your tattoo showed up a few months ago. I didn’t tell you because I was almost certain you would never feel the same way. I got the roses the day after because I didn’t know what else to do with myself. I was scared and nearly heartbroken. And then my tattoo showed up on your back yesterday…” Michael broke into a grin.

“You never showed me your tattoo. You always said mine was more beautiful. But really you were hiding the most stunning and alluring tattoo of them all,” You told him, your eyes shining with tears of sheer joy. Michael pulled you into his arms instantly, his lips meeting yours gently at first, but suddenly melding into something more meaningful. When you finally pulled apart, you were both grinning like maniacs.

“How bout that lunch date?”

Luke’s Secret

Band Member: Luke

Type: Victoria’s Secret model AU, if that’s a thing.

Request: “You’re a Victoria’s Secret Angel and you and Luke broke up one or two years ago, but then he performs in your show and you and him kinda flirt around and idk what happens after that??”

Description: You dated Luke before and it ended in disaster, so seeing him again on brings back memories of sneaking around. But Luke’s grown up since your last encounter.

The way the cameras flashed, even though you knew it wasn’t for you, had made you feel like you were invincible. They had been there for the brand but a part of you had wanted to pretend it was for you and how you modelled. Nevertheless you weren’t invincible, you never had been. You’d been so easily broken by the harsh comments about your body that you’d never anticipated as a girl from a small town. Their words had cut deep since you didn’t know how to deal with them back then. Yet, you’d met Luke at some launch party and after that, he’d always been there to dry your tears, muttering soft words that probably meant nothing to him looking back but they had meant the world to you. His smiles had been how you knew it was going to be okay, that you were ready for the next wave of hate because he’d be by your side.

The night you’d made it official, Luke had called you to his hotel when you were in the same city. It had been the early hours of the morning as you walked back to the hotel from the club where you’d been taking promotional pictures for some agency. He had met you in the elevator and he’d pressed a finger to his lips as he pulled you into his hotel room. The grin on your lips had been so unlike you, this was so unlike you. If you’d have been told a few months ago you were going to be sneaking into a boy’s bed at almost two in the morning, you would have laughed at the idea. But there you had been. The next morning, he had faced you with a smile as his hand rested on the base of your back.

I really like you, he’d whispered as he had traced the bars of light across your back, I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met.

He had watched you from the bed after breakfast. As you had found your clothes around the room, he had told you stories from the first tour. He’d taken you out the fire escape, claiming it was better you avoided the press pack which you hadn’t argued with. But eventually you’d found out your relationship was something to hide from everybody. Luke had only told people when he needed to while you’d wanted to scream it from the rooftops. And that had been the start of a very long list of problems in your relationship.

So when you’d heard who was playing the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, you’d almost bailed. Being that close to your ex-boyfriend wasn’t in your top ten things to do this year but then you realised how damn hard you’d worked to be an angel and you realised you weren’t going to quit because of a boy. You hadn’t worked your backside off at the gym for Luke fucking Hemmings to ruin your chance to walk the runway looking as hot as hell. You hadn’t been the one who’d run for the hills when your relationship got a little tough.

Backstage was buzzing before the show, girls were running around in bath robes complaining they couldn’t find their outfits for the first section and make-up artists chased them as they tried to do a quick smoky eye. You were strapping your shoes on when you felt somebody staring into the back of your skull like they were willing for it to explode.

“Hey, babe, why is Luke Hemmings looking at you like you kicked his puppy?” Bella asked as she leaned against the wall.

You turned around to look and rolled your eyes. As much as you hated to admit it, he looked good. His boyish look was fading fast and you hated yourself for feeling the least bit attracted to him.

“I didn’t kick his puppy, I’ve never kicked Calum so…” you trailed off, realising Bella wouldn’t understand your attempt at humour.

She twirled a strand of her black hair around her finger. “He hasn’t stopped glaring at you since you came backstage. What’s the story behind that then?”

“He’s probably just enjoying the view of my arse,” you replied bitchily before mumbling. “He probably misses it.”

“What did you say?” she questioned, tearing her eyes away from the band.

You shook your head with a smile. “Nothing, Bells.”

You stood back up and stretched, arching your back just to give Hemmings a show. Bella tugged your bra strap tighter then nodded at you. You looked down and smiled, remembering exactly how hot you looked and just how wild you’d be driving Luke right now. He had a thing for you in black.

The opening sequence was about fallen angels which was going to be accompanied by your favourite band and, unfortunately, their guitarist. Jet Black Heart had sent your bosses into frenzy as they worked on the theme with the designers. You were glad, with the black satin and the lace, you and your fellow angels looked ethereal. The broken wings were charred and the jagged edges smouldered under the lights.

“You know how you said Luke Hemmings was ‘nothing’?” Bella asked once you’d turned your back again.

You made some noise of acknowledgement as you double checked your makeup in the vanity mirror the makeup artists were using.

“Well, that nothing is coming your way,” she told you just before you heard his footsteps stop right behind you. “Hey, it’s Luke, right?”

You closed your eyes and sighed, gathering yourself before you turned back around to look at him. You smiled even though your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You hadn’t been this nervous since your first show or the night you had snuck up to Luke’s hotel room – but you didn’t let yourself think about that. Thinking about Luke softly only dragged you back into the abyss of heartache.

“Yeah,” Luke said to Bella with a small smile. “You’re Bella, right?”

You raised your eyebrows at him but from the look on his face, he knew he’d fucked up. He’d spent so long trying to keep your relationship quiet that even the girls you worked with thought Luke was just hanging around for the parties rather than you.

“How do you know my name?” she asked with a smirk. “Not that I’m disappointed, it’s just not every day a rock star knows my name.”

Luke smiled awkwardly and looked at you for some sort of help. You rolled your eyes, the last thing you wanted to do was help him.

“He probably saw your name in one of campaigns,” you said quickly.

“Oh!” Bella said brightly.

Luke gestured to you, waiting for Bella to finish as she gushed about her last photoshoot.

“Can I have a word?” he questioned quietly.

You told Bella you’d catch up with her in a minute before letting Luke walk you over to the secluded area near the costume rails.

He looked at you with a small smile which only pissed you off more. Only because it made you want to run your hands through his hair like you had before as he littered kisses on your neck. You shook your head to get rid of the thought.

“What do you want, Hemmings?” you spat as you watched out for your call to the stage.

“I just wanted to ask how you’ve been,” he mumbled, letting his eyes roam across your face for any sign you’d missed him.

You tilted your head, frowning at him like he was insane. “I don’t know, Luke. You tell me how you’d be if you had been dumped in a sentence. My best friend got me a shirt with it’s not you, it’s the press on for Christmas. I wear it to the gym because it makes me angry enough for kickboxing.”

He looked away sheepishly and tugged on his lip ring. “Okay. I get it. I’m a shitty person.”

“Yeah, you are,” you said, folding your arms over your chest. “So why drag me away from Bella to ask me how I am?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “I guess I just miss you.”

“You fucked over any chance of me feeling sorry for you when you told that reporter I was a just a fan. Even after we broke up, you couldn’t admit we’d been together?”

Luke tipped his head back and shook head. “You know why I couldn’t tell them the truth.”

“Because you’re a coward,” you stated. “You’re a fucking coward. You let the media run your life, Luke.”

“I don’t,” he argued back. “I couldn’t tell anybody because you’re impossible.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?”

He held out his hands like that proved something but then he reigned in his need to argue and shook his head with a laugh.

“We always got into fights then ended up falling into bed,” he reminded you.

“Don’t,” you said quickly. “Just don’t. You can’t bring up the good things and then walk away again.”

He stepped closer to you and you held up your hands to stop him coming any closer. Your palms rested against his chest and you wanted the earth to swallow you up rather than admit the spark you felt.

“We were good together,” Luke said softly. “We were amazing. I miss waking up next to you, I miss making breakfast with you and making out as it cooks. I just miss being your boyfriend.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I miss it too.”

You stared into his eyes like you used to. You always told him that you’d find a new aspect of them every single time. Usually it was a new shade of blue but now, it was regret and you weren’t used to it in such a carefree boy.

“Though, surprisingly, I don’t miss having to climb out of hotel windows. What would change, Luke?” you asked him as you felt his heart beat under your fingertips. “Would I still be Luke’s secret?”

He darted his eyes away and you shook your head. You let your hands slide away from him then you began walking away. He caught your hand and gave you a pleading look.

“Please just hear me out—”

“Why are you so ashamed of me?” you asked him bluntly though the question threatened to bring tears to your eyes.

“I’m not!” he objected. “I love you.”

You shook your hand free and shrugged at him. “I’m having a hard time believing that, Luke. It’s been almost a year.”

“How can I get you to believe me?”

“Prove it. Prove that you love me because I’m tired of you being all talk and no action.”

You heard the opening chords of Jet Black Heart and took your place in the line-up. Bella was behind you and she hadn’t stopped badgering you for the details about your chat with Luke.

“What did he want?” she asked you again.

One of the stage managers shushed her and she rolled her eyes.

“Nothing,” you whispered back. “Bella, just drop it.”

Bella rested her hands on your shoulders and looked at you seriously, a rare thing for her. She was usually so passive and happy to let you tell her whatever details you wanted to offer up.

“He obviously said something that got to you,” she pointed out. “Babe, I’ve never seen you so off of your game.”

“We used to—”

You were cut off by your cue to walk on stage. You took a deep breath and put on a devilish smirk as you strutted past the boy that had already caused you enough issues to last you a lifetime. You posed at the end, blowing a kiss into the nearest camera before turning back. The look that Bella gave you as you crossed paths let you know that the conversation she wanted to have was going to happen whilst you changed whether you wanted it to or not.

You looked up at Luke, realising his eyes were firmly on you. You wanted to laugh at his concentration face but you didn’t want your career on the line. You were almost off stage when you noticed something was missing from the song. Luke’s hands pulled you back, his grip loose enough for you to walk away but you were too surprised.

“You said prove it, right?”

You nodded slightly but the confused look on your face only made Luke smile more. His lips were on yours before you caught up to what he was doing. Your lips had missed his but they moved with his like it was only yesterday when he’d last kissed you. You pulled back, realising why he’d done that. There were too many cameras and photographers here for the press not to go wild at why Luke Hemmings had kissed a Victoria Secret’s model mid-show.

He ran back to his mic stand and grinned at you.

“I love that girl right there,” he said into the mic with his arms spread out wide. “And I don’t care who knows anymore.”

For @vaporofficial and @puckerupmikey camp counselor!5sos blurb night here’s some camp couselor!calum

“Do we have everything?” You asked, slightly out of breath from spending the last hour running around came like a chicken with its head cut off. Everyone was engaged in a scavenger hunt, even the counselors like yourself. With a prize of pizza from the Domino’s in the nearest town after weeks of terrible camp food, everyone wanted to win.

“Let’s see.” Julie, your most organized camper and therefore the one you’d entrusted with the list of items you had to find stepped in. She pulled the list from her pocket and began rattling off items. “Acorn.”

“Check.” Another camper Molly answered. This one had been easy, you’d simply had to spend a few moments crawling around on the ground near the oak trees.

“Stamp with the American flag on it.”

“Check.” This was from Abby, who had supplied the stamp, ripping it off a letter she had received from home a few days ago

“A selfie with Call-me-Beth.”

“Julie,” You warned in your best counselor voice as she poked fun at the camp director. Beth was nice but pushing sixty and attempting to maintain her cool by dying her hair bright red, wearing shorts too short for a woman her age, and insisting that the campers call her by her first name, earning her the call-me-Beth nick name. Pretty much all of the campers knew it, as did all of the counselors, and whenever it started to die down someone would inevitably bring it back.


“Check.” Chloe said, attempting to bring you back to topic. She waved the Polaroid around.

“Issue of Tiger Beat.”

“Check.” Natalie replied, waving it around like a flag. This had been easy enough. In a cabin full of eleven year old girls, teen magazines were in surplus.

“An ingredient in a s’more.”

“Check.” Jenna looked sheepish as she held the bag of marshmallows she’d smuggled into the cabin. Not that it would count against you. Scavenger hunts were kind of Machiavellian, the ends justified the means. It didn’t matter how you got something, or why you already had it if that was the case, all that mattered was that you got everything on the list.

“Something red.”

“Check.” Lindsay held up her red T-shirt as she spoke.

“A picture with a counselor that is not your own.”

“Check.” Britney held up the Polaroid the girls had taken with your best friend and fellow counselor Candace. Your campers had pretty much forced her into taking the picture and even though it had come out terribly, the girls hadn’t wanted to waste time taking another. Candace wasn’t ready at all, her eyes closed and mouth open, and arms and legs and heads were cut off in the rest of the picture, but it didn’t matter.  

“A feather.”

“Check.” Destiny replied, twirling it around in her fingers. As a good counselor you probably should have been able to identify what bird it had come from, but you couldn’t and had told them it was from a robin to stop their questions.


“Check.” Chelsea held up the tube of MAC Ruby Woo that you had reluctantly handed over.

“The only thing left is a band shirt.”

Everyone was silent and you knew that they were all racking their brains, trying to remember what they packed and if they had the item or not. You didn’t have to think long. Counselors were required to wear a uniform, T-shirts with the camp logo on them, so you hadn’t brought any other shirts. Of course you had a few at home from concerts you’d been to, and you were kicking yourself for not bringing one along now.

“No one?” You asked. Although you knew their silence was an answer, you still had to try.  

The girls all shook their heads. You found it hard to believe that out of ten 11 year old girls, not one of them had a One Direction T-shirt with them. But you supposed if they didn’t want them to get ruined or dirty it kind of made sense. Camp wasn’t necessarily the cleanest place.

“So now the question is where do we find one?” You bit you lip, waiting for a response. You certainly knew where you could find one, but it would involve breaking about five camp rules and as counselor you didn’t want to be the one to suggest it. But it someone else did…

“Calum’s always wearing them.” Chloe said. “Maybe he’d let us borrow one?”

You smiled. She’d pretty much nailed what you were thinking, and now you didn’t have to be the one who came up with the devious plan. Calum was a counselor like yourself, but the boy’s camp and the girl’s camp were kept strictly separated. The campers only met up for activities like arts and crafts and swimming, and their cabins were separated by thick trees.

Calum had been a counselor for three years, like yourself. Even though you didn’t see much of him, you knew that he was pretty rules optional. First was the band shirt thing. He blatantly ignored the staff uniform, wearing band shirts instead. Call-me-Beth had scolded him about it several times his first year, but he had pretty much ignored her and continued wearing whatever he wanted and by now she’d given up the fight. The rules about no food in the cabins (which you were pretty liberal about yourself) and 10 pm lights out also went ignored. You knew that every boy who came to camp wanted to be in Calum’s cabin. You’d never had the chance to ask him about it, but the rumor going around camp was the he almost hadn’t been able to return as a counselor this year because toward the tail end of last summer he and a couple other male counselors had snuck down to the main road and hitchhiked to town.

You always speculated that if that rumor was true, the reason why he’d been allowed to return was because he had many good qualities, so many that it outweighed all the trouble he caused. He was amazing with the kids, they always knew they could go to him if they were feeling homesick or having another problem. You’d been shocked when he told you that he only had one sister, and she was older than him. He acted like he had loads of younger siblings that he’d helped raise. He would make a great father one day. He was nice, and one of the funniest people you had ever met. And, not to mention, he was incredibly attractive and insanely charming. Which was why you’d had a teeny crush on him ever since you first met.

“So you’re suggesting we sneak through the woods to the boy’s camp?” Abby asked. You said a silent thank you to her, again so you didn’t have to suggest the crazy plan.

“Yeah.” Chloe turned to you. “Y/N what do you think?” She was biting her lip nervously and you knew she was nervous you were going to veto the idea. Your campers had realized that you were kind of a stickler for the rules (aside from the food in the cabin thing, but you wouldn’t want to subsist just on what the mess hall provided either) but all of the rules went out the window when it came to scavenger hunts. You’d tried to explain the Machiavelli thing to them, but it pretty much went over their heads.  

“It might work.” Your campers cheered at your approval. “But we better get going. The sun’s going down and I’m not walking through those woods in the dark.”

There was a narrow dirt path weaving through the woods, and you stuck to that as you made your way toward the boy’s camp. You glanced behind you every so often to make sure all of your campers were still following you like ducks following their mother, since they were being unusually quiet. You figured that they were scared of getting caught, and they were also probably listening for the bell that signaled that the scavenger hunt had been won and everyone had to return to the mess hall.

Finally, you saw a clearing up ahead and knew you were getting close. As you drew closer, you realized that something was off. The camp was totally empty: no boys running around wrestling, sitting around the campfire or sharing scary stories. Something another counselor had told you earlier in the week came rushing back to you and you swore under your breath. “The boys are on a nature hike tonight. They’re spending the night up in the mountains. Calum’s not even here.” The girls crowded behind you, peering over your shoulders and seeing for themselves that the camp was empty.

“Even better.” Molly said.

You looked around to see the other girls nodding in agreement. “Why?”

“You know which cabin is Calum’s right? Just sneak in and grab the shirt. Calum won’t even know.” Natalie explained.

“Just bring it back after we win and no one will know you took it.” Jenna finished.

You hesitated. Breaking and entering was a little farther than you’d wanted to go, but looking around at your campers and seeing the hopeful look they all had in their eyes, you couldn’t say no. “Alright. You guys will be keeping watch right?” Ten heads bobbed in response to your question. “Okay. If you see anyone coming do that lame owl call we learned in Nature Studies.I’ll be back in less than ten minutes, hopefully with the shirt, and we’ll walk back together.” Your campers saluted you, letting you know that your message was heard.

You saluted back, then stepped into the clearing. Your half expected some booby trap to go off like in an Indiana Jones movie or something, but nothing happened. Feeling better now that you knew you weren’t going to be crushed by a giant boulder, you quickly made your way toward Calum’s cabin, 4B, glancing around for any boy who may have dodged the camping trip and was still around. You turned the knob uncertainly. All of the cabins had had locks on their doors at one point, but about 90% of them didn’t work anymore. It would be just your luck for Calum’s door to have one that was still functional.

Luck was in your favor for once and the door opened easily. You pushed open the door, immediately being hit by the smell of sweat, dirty socks and wet clothes. You wrinkled your nose, wondering how boys could live like this, and entered the cabin, letting the door close behind you. You made a beeline for the counselor’s bed, the only single bed in the room full of bunks. You quickly rummaged through the clothes in the cubby near the bed, wanting to get in and out as quickly as possible. You frowned as you double checked, not finding a band shirt. All you could find were jeans and T-shirts, either plan or bearing the name of a college or some sports team. You sighed as you glanced at the pile of dirty clothes near the foot of the bed. You’d been hoping to avoid this, but it was the only other option. He’d probably worn off of his band shirts earlier in the week and they needed to be washed. You made quick work of the pile, but still came up empty.

You were on your hands and knees, digging through the pile again when a voice came from above you. “What are you doing here?”

Your gaze drifted up the long legs to the defined abs and broad shoulders, finally stopping on Calum’s brown eyes, which were fixated on you. He didn’t look mad, you realized, something that worked in your favor. More confused. “I could ask you the same thing. Aren’t you supposed to be on a nature hike?” You fired back, also wondering why your campers hadn’t alerted you to the fact that he was coming.

A few seconds too late you remembered that Calum had always been kind of work duties optional as well as rules optional. Though there was no doubt that he loved his campers, it wasn’t unlike him to pawn them off on someone else for the afternoon and spend the day at the lake. “I just wasn’t feeling it. I was out on the back porch when I heard something rustling around in here. I thought you were a raccoon or something.” That explained why you hadn’t received a signal. The back porch was opposite where you’d left your campers standing. Calum smiled. “But I think I know why you’re here.”

“You do?” You asked, springing to your feet as you realized the awkward position you were in. You were still about a head shorter than Calum.

“Yeah. The scavenger hunt?”

“How do you know about that?”

“Michael found Call-me-Beth’s activity list and the list of stuff for the scavenger hunt. He warned me to hide my band shirts.”

That piqued your interest. “So they’re around here somewhere?”

“Yeah.” Calum smiled. You watched as he reached into his pillowcase and pulled out a white Green Day tank. “What’s it worth to you?” He unfolded it and waved it in front of you like a matador waving a flag in front of a bull.

“Two fifty and a stick of gum?” You offered. If he wanted something tangible that was pretty much all you could offer right now.

He shook his head. “Not good enough.”

You thought about it for a moment, thinking back to all of the negotiation techniques you’d seen on Shark Tank. “What do you want?” You tried.

“A kiss.” He said simply.

Your heart skipped a beat. “From me?” You asked, finding it hard to believe.

“Yeah.” Calum shrugged. “I’ve always kinda thought you were pretty. Liked how good you were with the kids. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while and I figure now’s as good a time as any.”

“Oh.” You couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t fantasized about Calum a couple times too. “I’ve always kinda felt the same way about you.” You admitted. “So…” You let the sentence trail as you wrapped your arms around Calum’s neck and pressed your lips to his.

He smelled like sunscreen, pine needles and bug spray, smells you’d always associated with camp. His skin was warm from being under the summer sun, and his lips were soft as he worked them against yours. The kiss ended much too soon, Calum smiling widely as he pulled away. “Can you sneak out tonight? Meet me by the lake?” He took your hand in his.

You nodded, still a little breathless from the kiss. You’d never sneaked out before, but Calum seemed worth the risk.

He held the shirt out to you. “You definitely earned this.” He said, letting you know that he felt the same way about the kiss that you did.

You took it, feeling incredibly satisfied. “Thank you.” You weren’t sure if you were thanking him for the kiss or the shirt, probably both.

Calum smirked. “Thank you.”

Your cheeks went red at his suggestive gaze.

“Your campers might spontaneously combust if you keep them waiting them any longer.” Calum told you, tilting his head toward the door.

“Right.” Your cheeks flared as you realized that you’d essentially forgotten your girls. “I’ll see you tonight? By the lake?” You asked, heading for the door. Now that Calum had mentioned it you realized that it had been way longer than ten minutes. Your campers were probably worrying.

“Tonight by the lake.” Calum confirmed. “Just after lights out.” He held the door open for you as you exited.

“Just after lights out.” You repeated, pushing yourself up to your tiptoes for another quick kiss. When you broke apart, the first thing you saw were your campers, doing a terrible job of hiding in the woods and giggling when they saw you and Calum. Seeing them reminded you of your original purpose you had for coming here and you bounded down the steps of the cabin, running back to your girls, waving the shirt in front of you.

As you rejoined them and they all began peppering you with questions about Calum, you thought that you might be leaving camp this summer with more than just mosquito bites and poison oak, you might be leaving with a boyfriend.