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allsassnoclass · 10 months

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hello, Hazel!

how about "let's go out for a cheap dinner" ft. mashton for the prompts?<3

hi ana! thanks for requesting!

mashton: "Let's go out for a cheap dinner"

Michael covers his face with his hands and groans, as loud as he can. It echoes slightly in the empty theater, or maybe he just thinks it does because his hands are creating an echo chamber, but either way it's equally as satisfying as it isn't.

"Mood," Luke says. Michael turns his head to look at him, sitting in the second row of the audience with his feet propped up on the chair in front of him, Sierra nodding sagely beside him. It looks like an uncomfortable position for someone of his size, but laying on his back on the hard, disgusting wooden stage isn't as comfortable for Michael as it could be, so he's not going to say anything.

"They should've done Beauty and the Beast," Calum repeats for the fiftieth time since they all began working on this production nearly two months ago.

"Or Shrek. Or Spongebob. Or Sound of Music. Or literally any other family-friendly musical besides fucking Mary Poppins," Michael agrees, just like he has every other time.

When he applied for the job to direct Mary Poppins at a community theater this summer, it had seemed like a good idea. Being partially-funded through Community Education, he was told that they would have full access to the theater, scene shop, and costume shop at the high school, as well as some additional rehearsal spaces there. The board of directors seemed really excited to dive into a family show after producing some more mature musicals in the previous years, and he got to hire the production staff, meaning he could ensure that he works with his friends this summer. He knew that Mary Poppins is a difficult show from basically every standpoint: the music is complex, the dance numbers are big, there's an inconvenient amount of settings, and Mary Poppins does magic at about 12 different points in the script, including flying across the stage. Still, Michael had been optimistic.

Michael had been a fucking idiot.

This has been, to put it plainly, the most frustrating directing experience Michael has ever had. The theater was a new build from five years ago, but apparently the blueprints have since been lost and no one at the school knows the measurements of the space. He keeps trying to negotiate with different flight companies so they can rent equipment, hire a trainer, and have Mary actually fly across the stage, but most of them are appalled at the quick turnaround and all of them need some sort of measurement of the space, not to mention that Michael has to wait for permission from Community Education before he can solidify a deal. Every time he thinks they have it, the school finds some sort of issue that takes him three days to smooth over, at which point they find another one, then later another one.

Administration doesn't seem to understand anything about urgency, because the production staff didn't get their contracts until a month after rehearsals began, so now everyone is scrambling to get things done, and they still don't know what the set will look like because they don't know if Mary will be flying or if they have to find some other way to imply that she is.

That doesn't even scratch the surface. The stage has dried gum on it but the custodians won't let them mop, let alone paint the stage so it actually looks nice and fresh instead of ugly and chipped. They don't have keys to the catwalk. They only just got keys to the booth tonight, and Matt and Roy spent all rehearsal up there trying to figure out how the sound and lights are set up, because it doesn't follow logic. The electrics aren't weighted, which could kill someone, but the weight station is a floor above and the door is padlocked. Michael has already requested a key, but he requested a key to the catwalk two months ago and still doesn't have it.

There's no dressing rooms, no backstage space, and no hallway behind the stage to cross from one side to the other unseen. Michael figures all of those are problems for tech week, but tech week is very quickly approaching, which is why Michael is currently laying on the stage having a mental breakdown two hours after rehearsal ended.

His phone buzzes. He checks it, exhaling when he sees who is texting him.

"Can someone let Ashton in?" he requests.

Someone, probably Roy, heaves a sigh and gets up. Michael stares up at the electrics and wonders if he can sue the school if one of the lights falls and lands on him.

"Well, this is pitiful," Ashton says a few moments later. Michael holds up his middle finger. Ashton probably looks lovely, even for this late at night, and looking at him will probably make Michael feel incrementally better, but he's decided to let himself wallow and therefore refuses to so much as glance at him.

"Come on, what was your win of the day?" Ashton asks. He started asking this after the second week, when Michael came home and told him that every day with this production feels like getting one win, then fifteen losses. The win is usually that the actors have learned something new. The losses are typically everything else.

"We got access to the booth," Matt offers. "Nothing in there is set up, but we have access, so Roy and I can actually start our jobs."

Michael gives a thumbs up.

"Hey, that's great! Is there anything else that you need to solve here tonight, or can I take your fearless leader home?"

Michael holds up his middle finger again. There's a beat of silence, then Calum's voice, holding all of the authority he needs as a stage manager.

"There's nothing else we can do tonight. Let's all go home."

Michael listens to everyone gather their things and put the theater back to some semblance of order. Something blocks the lights overhead, and Michael squints until the silhouette solidifies into Ashton, looking down at him. He really looks good, even when Michael is looking at him from the most unfortunate angle. He's wearing a bandana to keep his curls contained, something which he started doing again this summer, and his shirt is sleeveless, giving Michael a fantastic view of his arms. Michael really likes those arms.

Ashton holds out a hand. Michael drags a sigh up from the depths of his soul and takes it.

"What do you want to eat?" Ashton asks as he's hauling him up and Michael is doing his best imitation of a rag doll.

"We have no food at home. I do not want peanut butter and jelly."

"Let's go out for a cheap dinner," Ashton suggests. Michael rolls his eyes and slumps against him.

"I do not want McDonald's for the third time this week, and there's no where else near us open this late."

"I was researching and found a 24/7 diner about half an hour away. That'll give you enough time to vent and relax, and you'll probably get to sleep just as early as you would if we went home and you watched Netflix."

Michael considers, enjoying the feeling of Ashton's arm around him, supporting his weight. Ashton is always a fantastic combination of solid and soft, which makes him the perfect person to hug.

"I have a playlist ready," Ashton says. "No Mary Poppins on it at all."

"Twist my arm, why don't you," Michael concedes. Ashton ushers him off the stage to gather his backpack, script, and numerous writing utensils that have escaped their case. Calum has already stolen his keys to lock up, and by the time he turns out the lights and the group heads to the parking lot, Michael is feeling marginally more like a functional person.

"Come on, in you go," Ashton says after they call goodbyes to the rest of the staff, holding Michael's door open for him. The show must be taking a noticeable toll on him tonight if Ashton is babying him this much, but Michael is pretty lazy and isn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth right now.

Michael doesn't know what he'd do without Ashton, honestly. Between juggling his day job, rehearsals, production meetings, and all of the administrative bullshit that has unexpectedly come with this show, Michael barely finds time to exist, let alone eat and sleep and drink water. Ashton is the one who ensures that those needs are met, picking him up from production meetings once he deems that they've gone on long enough if Michael doesn't call before then, making meals that will be good reheated when he has time and scoping out places for them to get food when everything else is closed. He offers a patient ear when Michael needs to rant and practical solutions when he can, and Michael is man enough to admit that he would have fallen apart by now without the knowledge that there is someone who is in his corner and who will still love him if the production goes to shit.

"Hey," he says once Ashton starts the engine, his phone already hooked up to the car and an acoustic pop punk song beginning to play over the speakers. "I love you."

Ashton smiles at him, reaching out and tucking a lock of Michael's hair back, letting his fingers trail down Michael's cheek after. Michael closes his eyes, savoring the sensation.

"I love you, too," Ashton says warmly. "Now let's get some food in you. You can tell me all about the school's latest bullshit on the way there."

Michael sighs and presses back against his seat, looking out the window at the dark. quiet town around them. He starts talking, and Ashton listens attentively the entire time, even when Michael can tell from his clenched jaw and furrowed brow that he's angry on his behalf. Once Michael has gotten it all out of his system, he lets Ashton distract him with talk about his own day over a plate of pancakes and some bacon.

With Ashton's ankle hooked around his under the table, it's the most relaxed Michael has felt all day.

"Thank you," Michael says before they pay the bill. He means it for more than just the food, Ashton understands. He always does.

"I love you," Ashton says in reply, like it's an explanation.

Michael takes the last bite of his pancakes from the tiny diner that Ashton found to ensure that Michael eats well, and knows with certainty that he can make it through anything with Ashton by his side.

#my writing #mashton #ask box prompt #YES i was projecting. yes these were all real issues with our production i choreographed/assistant directed #however i think that the fact that i wrote at all is a big big big win!!!!#this is the 4th thing i've posted this year. at all. since january.#but we're vibing now!!!!#also i didn't think of this until i finished this version but i totally could've made this about vampires for you ana #like. ''let's go out for a cheap dinner'' that's vampire flirting for let's go kill some people #but no matter! what's done is done!#i already wrote a vampire thing this year so it's fine #chameleonsoul #ana

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simplysummers · 2 years

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do you have a kurtbastian playlist?

I actually don’t have a kurtbastian playlist, I don’t tend to make character/ship lists, I just let my songs play and the correct scenario jumps to mind with each song (like a lil movie).

But these are a huge chunk of the songs I have personally assigned to Kurtbastian as a ship!

I’ve colour-coded them to show the following: specific scenario, overall kurtbas vibe, average love song. And my personal favourites are in bold!

My kurtbastian song list:

Glee covers:

My Life Would Suck Without You - Glee Cast

I Want To Hold Your Hand - Glee Cast (this is specifically agtthg core though-)

She’s Not There - Glee Cast

Blackbird - Glee Cast

As If We Never Said Goodbye - Glee Cast

I Want You Back - Glee Cast

Take My Breath Away - Glee Cast

Never Say Never - Glee Cast

Live While We’re Young - Glee Cast

Musicals:

Runnin’ Home To You - The Flash

Satisfied - Hamilton

One Of Us - Mamma Mia

Why Did It Have To Be Me - Mamma Mia

Andante Andante - Mamma Mia

Angel Eyes - Mamma Mia

Without Love - Hairspray (with a dash of niff)

Summer Nights - Grease

Hopelessly Devoted To You - Grease

We Go Together - Grease

If You Love Me For Me - Barbie: Princess and the Pauper (don’t say a word-)

A Boy Like That/I Have a Love - West Side Story

A Lovely Night - La La Land

Disney:

Tale As Old As Time - Beauty And The Beast

Dos Oruguitas - Encanto

Ma Belle Evangeline - Princess and the Frog

Can You Feel The Love Tonight - The Lion King

Evermore - Beauty And The Beast

I See The Light - Tangled

I Won’t Say I’m In Love - Hercules

Misc:

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Can’t Help Falling In Love With You - Hailey Reinhart

Dancing In The Moonlight - Toploader

Dandelion - Ruth B

Dear Darlin’ - Olly Murs

How To Save A Life - The Fray

If Our Love Is Wrong - Calum Scott

I Never Dreamed Someone Like You - Kate Irving (my all time favourite song right now)

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

Pieces - Ella Henderson

Rainbow Connection - Sleeping at Last

Rule The World - Take That

Still Into You - Paramore

Treacherous - Taylor Swift

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

Yours - Ella Henderson

21 Reasons - Ella Henderson ft Nathan Dawe

Now, before you panic (Meg) there should be a lot more Taylor Swift songs on this list, but I’m in the process of re-listening to all of her songs, and assigning them kurtbas scenarios, so for now I only have the two that I’ve always been 1000% sure on listed. They will creep up at some point!

#glee #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe #kurtbastian #song ask #character playlist #ship playlist #ask bea #anon 🎉#none of you are allowed to judge my music taste either #or I’ll cry /hj

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moonbythecabstan · 2 years

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1. Complete Mess (Luke, Michael, & Calum Lead Vocals)

2. Easy For You To Say (Luke Lead Vocals)

3. Bad Omens (Luke Lead Vocals)

4. Me, Myself, & I (Luke Lead Vocals)

5. Take My Hand (Joshua Tree Version) (Luke Lead Vocals)

6. Carousel (Luke & Calum Lead Vocals)

7. Older ft Sierra Deaton (Luke & Sierra Lead Vocals)

8. Haze (Calum, Ashton, & Luke Lead Vocals)

9. You Don't Go To Parties (Calum & Ashton Lead Vocals)

10. Blender (Luke Lead Vocals)

11. Caramel (Luke & Ashton Vocals)

12. Best Friends (Ashton & Calum Lead Vocals)

13. Bleach (Michael, Calum, & Luke Lead Vocals)

14. Red Line (Luke Lead Vocals)

15. Mood Swings (Michael, Calum, & Luke Lead Vocals)

16. Flat Line (Luke Lead Vocals)

17. Emotions (Michael Lead Vocals)

18. Bloodhound (Michael, Calum, & Luke Lead Vocals)

19. Tears! (Ashton & Elijah Noll Lead Vocals)

#5SOS5 #5SOS #5 Seconds Of Summer #Can you believe these dorks have three self-titled albums now #I love that for them #Haze and Blender are my claimed tracks #I also claimed Bad Omens a bit later #I'm really excited to hear Tears! and Caramel #I hope Caramel is like If Walls Could Talk and More #Ashton Irwin #Luke Hemmings #Calum Hood #Michael Clifford #Remember Ashton said some of his lead vocals songs weren't written in the little booklet #I need all the Ashton and Michael lead vocal songs

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 8 months

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Calum & Ashton Friendship Masterlist

And Action - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias) luke/calum, michael/ashton E, 24k

Summary: Calum won’t lie about it. His Best Friend’s Boyfriend’s Ex-Boyfriend is super cute.

Braving the Cold (ao3) - nonstopfangirl michael/luke, luke/ashton N/R, 5k

Summary: Ashton drags his friend Luke to the slopes, even though he hates snow. But when one of the instuctors starts giving him private lessons will Luke find that maybe it wasnt such a bad thing that Ashton made him brave the cold.

Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline And Most Things In Between (ao3) - Migs luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 6k

Summary: It's Luke's 21st birthday and he has never slept with a boy before. Michael decides to order some hookers just to accidentally call the wrong number instead. Calum and Ashton are desperate for money so they decide to go along with Michael's request.

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

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

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

No Body, No Crime (ao3) - 1loulu5 michael/calum, michael/luke M, 4k

Summary: No… Oh God, no…

Or, Michael cheats on Calum, and it all goes downhill from there.

Or, based on no body, no crime by Taylor Swfit, ft. HAIM: Ashton is Taylor, Calum is Este, Michael is Este's husband, and Luke is the mistress.

Post-You Blues - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahl) calum/ashton T, 6k

Summary: Calum and Ashton fix each other when someone else breaks them. They’re the only ones who know how to, after all.

Promises are meant to be kept (But its so hard) (ao3) - notgonnamessthisup N/R, 2k

Summary: Calum's eyes raked up and down his body and Ashton felt like he had gotten caught doing something he shouldn't. "You're stone-cold sober" He simply stated before turning around and walking towards the table

The story about how Ashton chooses sobriety but is incapable of being vulnerable so he tries to keep it a secret. His friends find out

Superbloom - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 3k

Summary: Ashton brings Calum a CD.

Take My Hand (Don't You Ever Let Go) (ao3) - Anonymous calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: (Or where Calum has a bad day, but Ashton makes everything better.)

the surprise ending i'm depending on (ao3) - diets0dasociety michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 15k

Summary: It seems the most obvious escape route: that he’s panicking over nothing and three years has a peculiar way of tweaking certain memories and it’s completely understandable that he’d see a similar phrase and make a connection in his head. It’s probably nothing, probably just another high-profile event he’ll get pleasantly tipsy whilst attending and forget about within a few weeks, once the hangover’s disappeared and unwanted texts from random numbers he’s obtained throughout the night stop filtering in.

And yet.

or, Calum receives an invitation that opens up a window to his past.

tie me to your fingertip (don't let me float away) (ao3) - diets0dasociety michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 22k

Summary: Soulmate.

The world alone is enough to make Calum wretch. It’s a fine enough idea, sure – that somewhere out there is a person, just as oblivious as you, who’s destined to waltz into your life and make you happy forever – but it’s just an idea. A theory. Nobody knows how it works; nobody understands the tattoos. It’s just fate.

And, well, fate and Calum Hood aren’t exactly on good terms.

or, the malum soulmate fic nobody was waiting for in which Calum and Ashton are sort of brothers and Luke and Michael keep popping up.

Tour Mishaps (ao3) - JessJ7890 G, 4k

Summary: Somewhere through their South America tour, Ashton falls victim to a stomach bug and has to deal not only with protective bandmates, but with a chronic illness that makes an unexpected reappearance.

Truth or Consequence (ao3) - CliffordAffliction michael/luke E, 9k

Summary: A game of Truth or Dare ends up causing certain feelings to surface that neither Luke or Michael were expecting.

Unspoken (ao3) - basslinecal (gayrightsalec) calum/ashton G, 5k

Summary: He knows what this is. He's no stranger to a depressive episode, especially after a tour. Ashton says that it's because of the change of momentum, or the lack of focus, or something or other. Ashton would say it's okay to feel this way, to breathe through it and let it pass. Fighting against it will only make it worse.

Calum calls Ashton during a depressive episode, with a nod to their unspoken rule: if you need me, just call.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #5 seconds of summer #caum hood #ashton irwin #friendship #cashton #cashton friendship #cashtonfriendship masterlist #cashton masterlist #masterlists

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allthefakepeople · 2 years

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nobody asked for this but...

here are the top 15 not taylor swift songs on my young royals playlist (not in order)

Favorite Crime- Olivia Rodrigo

Little Do You Know- Alex and Sierra

18- One Direction

Protocol- The Vamps

You Are The Reason- Calum Scott

So Close- Jon McLaughlin (yes this IS a song from enchanted)

Secret Love Song pt II- Little Mix

Talk Me Down- Troye Sivan

Grey- Why Don’t We

Gravity- Sara Bareilles

If I Could Fly- One Direction

Rewrite the Stars- The Greatest Showman

There’s No Way- Lauv ft. Julia Michaels

Breathe- Omar Rudberg

Falling- Harry Styles

and now my top 15 taylor swift songs on my young royals playlist (also not in order)

Enchanted

All Too Well

Treacherous

Red

Cruel Summer

Sparks Fly

Gold Rush

This is me trying

The Archer

Delicate

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Back to December

State of Grace

Afterglow

Look What You Made Me Do

i have reasons for all of these if people want me to go through them and the playlist has more than just these songs on it

you can find my playlist All The Fake People HERE

#young royals #young royals playlist #wilmon #young royals music #young royals analysis #wille x simon #taylor swift #pls what do you think???

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blue-aconite · 2 years

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🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

sunroof - nicky youre, dazy

unholy - sam smith ft kim petras

hold my hand - lady gaga

where are you now - lost frequencies, calum scott

anti-hero - taylor swift

#fe loves yanna

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ofgentleresolve-a · 2 years

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👀 2, 13, 16, 17, 38 and 39! 😄 Have a nice day, Ferre!!!

i'm a writer i swear ( ft. weird questions for writers w/ @theimpalpable )

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

this is where i tell you that i am WEAK and absolutely could NOT do it 😭 tumblr roleplay is how i got good at writing, which means i also accidentally trained myself to focus writing wise only when i'm writing on a screen JFKLSDJFKLDSJ

that being said, even if i am not a wizard, i use exclusive black gel pens to write reminders on post-it notes and in my planner!!

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

i'm really bad at writing physical descriptions and when i say that, i mean i'm bad at incorporating it in my writing without making it sound...clunky. this is the main reason my writing almost never includes descriptions about bodies :D

as for what's easy....hm, i think i'm good at writing just...character analyses?? like observing the mundane and then gleaning some kind of revelation as a sort. that tends to be my bread and butter 😌

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

hmm, well i'm a heathen and i actually don't use bookmarks- i tend to remember page numbers well, but if i need a bookmark, i'll usually use an old receipt!

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

HAHAHA that would be my thesis- okay so you know the history portion in mana's profile. yeah, so that's my thesis 🙃 i mean honestly...i do think that the relationship between her and her grandma is a LOT more complicated than the impression might give on here and the beauty about prose is that well....i get to explore that more :D it’s just not something that gets touched upon a lot in my tumblr writing, just as mana and calum’s romantic relationship isn’t nearly as prominent in my thesis as it is here...

basically, even if i’m using the same characters for writing both on and off tumblr, the subjects of history are pretty different so i don’t have to worry about getting bored of writing the same thing.

other things i wanna write tho....another drabble set for patrick in his main verse...oh! and maybe one between him and suki in the black knight verse- honestly, there’s SO MUCH i wanna write out for all of my characters, just haven’t had a lot of time to write RIP 😭

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

hmmmm well for people here, they wouldn’t think it’s weird, but the fact that i got into writing because of tumblr roleplay is considered strange among the other writers i know from my grad program....actually once i did write a short story about tumblr rp 😂, they found the concept to be absolutely fascinating and niche jsklfjslkdj but i guess i do find it strange how roleplay played such a huge part in well what i want to do in life overall so yeah FJSKFLJ

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

mmm, i’ve become so attached to some of my characters i honestly could never see myself completely abandoning them...this might not be the healthiest answer but honestly, writing in general is basically my addiction....i don’t feel right if i don’t do it for a long time ( so you can see how my hiatus was absolutely terrible...🙃 ) i guess obligation and love for my characters at this point?

#theimpalpable #( ferre answered. )#that would truly be wonderful ( answered. )#ALEX!!! thank you so much for this :'D #hopefully these answers made....sense??#some of these were tricky ngl #BUT ANYWAYS!! pls have a good day!!#and take care my friend <3 <3 <3 #under the same sky ( queue. )

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lukemichaelcalumashton · 3 years

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'cause I've got one hand in my pocket, and the other one is giving a peace sign ft. calum hood

bonus:

#calum #5sos #listened to hand in my pocket on my way to work today (the glee version ofc) and immediately thought of calum with this line #then I went on a deep dive for these pictures #calum really says ✌️ a lot #the whole band does actually except maybe luke who has like three pictures and theyre from years ago #might make one for him and ashton anyways bc I know taylor made one for mike 😌 ive reblogged it like three times 😌#anyways have some calum channeling miss alanis morissette #middle pic is my favorite #and ofc the bonus picture bc its absolute GOLD

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soloh · 2 years

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February Music Favourites

I don’t wanna be twenty-something, and still in my head about seventeen in my bedroom talking. You said that by now we’d paint the walls of our shared apartment. You’re still everything I want and I think we could work it out so what are you doin’ now? Now that you finally got the job you like. -WYD Now?, Sadie Jean

You say, you say it’s not my fault. You say nothing at all. Can you see my hands shake? Heart is now an earthquake. I’m left alone to tear myself apart. You make it look so easy, turn around and leave me. -tear myself apart, Tate McRae

Every street is bringing back a memory. Calling you again, I guess you’re busy. Still wishing you were here, just kill me. -What If I Love You, Gatlin

I was never any good at loss prevention, I couldn’t keep you if I tried. I’m overworked and underpaid, and you used me to boost your resume. -Two Week Notice, Leanna Firestone

They’ll kiss me, manic dream pixie. Don’t wanna love me ‘cause it feels too risky. And I understand. It’s all I’ve been told. I’m heavy to hold. -Heavy, Peach PRC

But if the world was ending, you’d come over right? You’d come over and you’d stay the night? Would you love me for the hell of it? -If The World Was Ending, JP Saxe ft. Julia Michaels

Heard you get nervous whenever I’m mentioned, so if you’re scared then go find you a priest, go find a confession. My revenge is sweeter than honey. -Last Laugh, FLETCHER

Under the covers watching some cheerleaders, I’m his biggest concern. Don’t worry about it, kids that’ve sinned get sick.-God Is A Freak, Peach PRC

Down to the ashes, bones are left to dry. Waves of desolation; there’s nowhere safe to hide. Can’t escape the fallout. Feel the fire rain down. -Fallout, UNSECRET and Neoni

I slip and wonder who I’d be if I never found you and you never found me. Well I don’t wanna see. So won’t you give me tonight, and the rest of your life? I wanna have it all with you. -Biblical, Calum Scott

Every time we talk it just hurts so bad ‘cause I don’t even know what we are. I don’t even know where to start, but I can play the part. -that way, Tate McRae

I wish I could fly. I’d pick you up and we’d go back in time. I’d write this in the sky. I miss you like it was the very first night. -The Very First Night (Taylor’s Version), Taylor Swift

The silence doesn’t know you like I do. Just so you know, you’re not alone today. -Shoulder to Shoulder, Tate McRae

Push me down and I bounce right back, trampoline and it’s in my past. Rising like a phoenix making fire from the ash. Bet you’ve been a fan of me. See me in your fantasies. -YES MOM, Tessa Violet

Why do you waste all my time, keep on telling me lies? ‘Cause you know I’ll come right back, when you don’t even write back. -Boys Ain’t Shit, SAYGRACE ft. Audrey Mika and Tate McRae

Spotify playlist here!

#music #sadie jean #tate mcrae #gatlin #leanna firestone #peach prc #jp saxe #julia michaels #FLETCHER #UNSECRET #neoni #calum scott #taylor swift #tessa violet #SAYGRACE #audrey mika #spotify #playlist #mine

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calsplaidpants · 3 years

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teenage dream (luke hemmings)

summary: i wanna consider this more of a blurb of random memories dating luke that go with the song "teenage dream"

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

warnings: none

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you think i'm pretty without any makeup on

i woke up to soft kisses trailing up from my shoulder to my neck.

"babe" lukes soft voice rung through my ears. i smiled as i buried my face deeper into my pillow trying to go back to sleep.

"baby" luke whined pulling me closer to him

i smiled to myself and finally turned to face him. His face lit up and he jumped and started planting soft little kisses all over my face, causing me to giggle.

"i love you so much" he mumbled as he kissed me softly.

"ew ew stop lu i havent brushed my teeth" i laughed and pushed him away gently. he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

"______ you know i love everything about you. i dont care if you have stinky breath, this is my favorite version of you. you're so pretty without all the make up to" he whispered into my neck

"now stop being mean and kiss me please" he whined as he sat up.

i smiled and pulled him back down into a kiss.

you think i'm funny when i tell the punch line wrong

"fuck you ashton i cant fucking finish it" cal slurred slamming the half empty vodka bottle onto the table.

"pay up cal" ashton chuckled as he finished off his drink.

michael, calum, ashton, luke and i were currently hanging in our living room just drinking and chatting. calum and ashton were on the floor next to our coffee table. mikey was laying on the couch. while luke and i were cuddled up on the other couch.

"nooo you have to start what you finished cal" i blurted causing luke to giggle and the rest of the boys to look at me in confusion.

"girl i think you said it wrong" michael laughed

"nope nope i said it right he has to start what he finished" i slurred and luke laughed once again

"no love, its you have to finish what you started" luke giggled as he ran his hand through my hair

"shhhh same thing" i giggled putting one finger up to his lips and he laughed.

"CALUM GIVE ME MY MONEY" Ashton yelled.

i know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down

with work, hate from fans and family issues, everything was becoming too much for me. i've been bottling everything up for too long. so i finally let it all out.

the minute i got home from work, i jumped into bed and cried.

"________" lukes voice echoed from outside the door

shit he was home. i wiped my tears and mascara the best i could.

i watched as the door knob turned. once the door opened luke's tall figure was revealed. his face dropped when he saw me. he immediately ran over to sit with me and pull me into his embrace

he stayed quiet for a while, as he just held me and rubbed my back. the tears kept running down as much as i tried to hold it all in.

"what's wrong love?" he asked as he placed a hand on my cheek.

"nothing lu, its fine" i mumbled

"___________, no i dont want to hear the its fine or im fine. you're obviously not. i'm your boyfriend we live together. please trust me to be here for you. " he pleaded.

"lu, i dont want to burden yo-" i started before he cut me off

"no don't say that. you will never ever be a burden to me. i want to be here for you i want you to need and trust me. because i love you" he smiled.

that was the first time he said 'i love you'

"you love me?" i whispered looking up to him

"yes i do i have for a while, i just thought it was the perfect time to say it its okay if you dont feel ready to say it but i" he rambled as i cut him off

"no luke i love you too"i smiled and hugged him

"does this mean you're gonna finally let me in" he asked

"i think so" i whispered

before you met me I was alright, but things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life

"i'll have one of whatever she's having" a voice said

i looked up and a tall blonde was now sitting next to me, i smiled at him and looked back down to my drink to continue fiddling with the straw.

"i'm luke" he smiled

"_________, nice to meet you luke" i replied

"here's your long island iced" the bartender announced as he slid luke the drink

"good choice, my friend cant get enough of these" he laughed

"yeah they've been my favorite for so long" i smiled

"anyways what's got a pretty girl drinking alone on a tuesday night" he asked

"just stress from work and a crazy ex boyfriend i can't seem to get rid of. speaking of the devil here he comes" i sighed as dylan, a tall brunette covered in tattoos walked in.

"________ what the fuck are you doing here?" he yelled as he approached luke and i

"dylan we're not together. we just live together" i groaned

"as long as you live in my house we're together" he continued

"i told you i'd be out in a couple weeks" i mumbled

"i dont care. lets go" he screamed and grabbed me by my arm and pulling me off the chair

"woah buddy let her go" luke said standing up.

"who the fuck are you and why do you care"dylan yelled as he pushed me to the side

"i'm her new roommate asshat, now let her go we'll get her stuff out this week" he said

"good" dylan said and walked away

"crap, i don't have to place to go within a week"i muttered to luke

"my friend was looking for a roommate since i moved out. i can talk to him" luke offered

"you're a stranger but please can you help. i hate living with him i hated being with him he was so controlling since i always had to be at work he thought i was cheating" i rambled

"its okay. you can stay the night at my place tonight if you'd like to avoid him tonight" luke rambeled awkwardly

"thanks ill take you up on that" i smiled

"great lets go" he smiled.

now every february you'll be my valentine, valentine

i woke up to the door bell ringing. i immediately got up and went to the door. once i opened it there was a man holding a huge beautiful bouquet of flowers

"are you ______ _______?" he asked and i nodded

"here these are for you from mr. hemmings" he said as he handed me the flowers

"thank you have a nice day" i smiled

"happy valentines day ms" he said as he walked away

i smiled to myself, despite luke being on the other side of the world he never forgot to send flowers for whatever the occasion was.

once i was ready i texted luke

thanks for the flowers lu<3

happy valentines day, wish you were here!

lmk if you can ft later today

i also sent him a picture of me and petunia with the flowers.

about 30 minutes later luke finally replied

happy valentines day my love <3

hope you liked the flowers

yeah i'll call you in an hour so

that has to be my new favorite picture of my girls <3

it was finally an hour but no call from luke. i didnt want to bother him because he probably got busy

about 2 hours later i got a ft call from him i immediately answered

"hi lu" i smiled

"hi baby" he smiled

"so where are you today?" i asked

"i dont know, why don't you come open the door" he giggled

i dropped my phone and sprinted to the door. once i opened it luke was right there. i immediately jumped into his arms

"what the fuck are you doing here?' i asked as he walked into our shared home still holding me up in his arms

"my best girl was not going to be celebrating valentines day alone. so i obviously had to convince management i needed to come and they let me" he smiled

"lu you didnt need to do that" i smiled

"but i wanted to. now go get ready we have dinner plans" he said kissing my forehead and putting me down. i nodded and ran back up to get ready

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Merry Crisis (a.i)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin (ft.5SOS) X Fem!reader (Dad!Ash)

Summary: Shopping is always stressful, but when you have a baby on the way... it can become a chaos, especially when you have 3 crazy best friends with you.

Warnings: Language. Fluff and some crackhead moments. Reader uses she/her pronouns. Mentions of Birth. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, sorry)

Word count: 4.5 k

Author’s note: Hello! This is my first Holiday fic with 5SOS and it’s Ashton’s turn to shine (even tho each boy gets their moment) This was so fun to write, I did it on my sociology class (so maybe it’s not that perfect) and I love it very much and I hope you do too! Reblogs, feedback and comments are always welcome and encouraged! Support your writers! ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋❤️

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Twas the evening before Christmas, the streets were filled with Christmas lights and the chill air of Los Angeles made everything cozier as families gathered around the fireplace and enjoyed the most peaceful of times…

This statement does not apply to our favorite band, tho.

Our four Australians were not enjoying a cup of hot cocoa with their families as they were supposed to, oh no. They were doing the most dreadful thing a person could think of doing the night before dear Santa came to visit: They were Christmas shopping.

In their defense - or at least Calum’s, Michael’s and Luke’s defense, this was all Ashton’s fault for he was the one that dragged them to the crowded mall in the middle of one of the busiest days of the year. And, in Ashton’s defense, it was not his fault that the store had called him in the middle of a recording session to tell him that they finally had the only thing he wanted for Christmas: A music box.

He just had to get it before everyone else.

“Why did we come all over here for a little music box?” Asked Michael as they stood at the end of the line for the register. How could they only have one register open? It’s Christmas for fucks sake! but then again, it’s Christmas for fucks sake, so they know that people should be with their families instead of working a poorly paid job.

“It was the last one!” Ashton claimed, admiring the little circular box in his hand “It’s a limited edition and I just had to get it for Y/N and for the baby”

His eyes lit up when your name escaped his lips. Not even a year ago did he officially make you his wife, but now you were carrying his child! People might think it was rushed, but for Ashton it was the complete opposite. He had his life made when he met you, knowing that he will marry you as soon as he could… he had to wait a few more years to do that, but he was extremely happy, more so now that your little family was expanding. He loved you and your child with all his heart, and the boys all knew that so they can't even be mad about it, even if he kidnapped them to the mall with the promise of some cinnabuns later.

“She had one of these when she was little” Ashton continued as he admired the little hand painted details of the box “It always played a little lullaby to help her sleep. But it broke a few years ago and she always complained about not having one like this for her kids one day… But now she will!” The black haired man smiled.

“Shit, that’s actually pretty sweet” Michael commented “Okay, you’re forgiven”

“I don’t know if I want to hug you for being the perfect husband, or to kick you in the balls for being the perfect husband and making the rest of us feel bad” Luke chuckled.

The four boys laughed at the comment and started talking about their plans for the Holidays as they waited for the line to move. The problem was, it has been fifteen minutes and the line has only moved once.

“How long is this line anyway?” Calum said, peeking over the side, furrowing his eyebrows as he noticed at least thirty more people waiting in front of them “Shit, this is going to take a while. That man has at least twenty plushies and eleven race cars”

“I don’t know how people could leave this kind of stuff for the last minute” Ashton huffed, earning a death glare from each of his friends “This one is different, tho! It was the last one!”

“I’ll give you a hundred bucks for that!” Someone said behind Luke, making him jump at the sudden surprise.

“What the-” Luke said, placing a hand over his heart.

It was a short man in a trench coat who pointed to the music box in Ashton’s hand.

Ashton furrowed his eyebrows and said to the man “Uh, not a chance mate”

“Two hundred?”

“Nope”

“Five hundred?” The man would just not cave and Ashton was getting fed up with it, luckily Calum noticed and hurried to say something before his friend started a scene.

“Hey, mr. Devito wannabe. He said no, so just go bother someone else. Okay?”

The man scoffed and turned his face to the side, stating that he was offended. The four Australians rolled their eyes and turned their backs to him once again.

Another fifteen minutes passed and the line barely moved. The guys were not talking anymore, running out of things to say past the twenty minute mark. Each of them were bored out of their minds, well all but Ashton at least, he was still gleaming with pride as he looked at the music box and created scenarios in his head and thought about the joy that would be mirrored in your eyes once you open it tomorrow morning.

After a few more minutes of silence, Luke was the first one to break it “I think I’m just gonna get a coffee and wait in the car. These boots are killing me today” He looked at Ashton as if to ask permission, but the dark haired man just shrugged and nodded, asking him to buy one for him as well and to leave it in the car.

Michael then added “Yeah, I think I’m gonna go and check the electronics this store has. I think I saw a new camera that would be perfect for my streams”

And that only left Calum and Ashton waiting in line. But about five seconds later, Calum opened his mouth.

“Yes, you can go explore, too” Ashton said with a sigh before Calum even got a chance to ask.

“Cool” The curly man said, patting Ashton on the back before muttering a ‘I’ll be right back’ Leaving him alone with the music box.

Ashton didn’t mind. In fact, he kind of enjoyed this time alone. It gave him plenty of opportunities to imagine a new future for the both of you next to your little baby boy or girl. He catched a glimpse of families walking around the mall, buying gifts or eating a snack as they smiled at each other. He couldn’t wait for that to be his new normal.

He remembered the time when you told him you were pregnant. You gifted him a special baby bodysuit that said “My daddy is the best drummer in the world and there is nothing you can do about it” next to your positive pregnancy test. Ashton always wanted to start a family, especially if it was with you, but he never expected it to be so soon. Yet, once he held the test in his trembling hands, he knew that this was the best thing it could’ve happened to him. He remembers how tearful he got the second his brain processes the information, quickly running up to you and pressing an earth shattering kiss to your lips, promising you and your baby that he would be the best father in the world.

And, as he held the little object in his hand, he already thought he was doing a pretty good job. He smiled to himself and thought about calling you. Not only did he want to hear your voice at this moment, but also because he wanted to check up on you. You were having tea with your best friend at the moment, but the pregnancy hormones were hitting pretty hard lately and he wanted to make sure you were doing alright.

But as soon as he got his phone out of his pocket, your name started glowing on the screen.

“Baby! I was just about to call you” Ashton said with a smile, loving this little coincidence.

“Ashton, is coming!” You said in an alarming tone. Ashton, however, did not understand what you meant.

“Yeah? I’m coming home soon, why are-?”

“No!” You cut him off “The baby, Ash! The baby is coming!”

Ashton laughed “Ha, ha very funny Y/N. But the baby isn’t due until three weeks from now”

“ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN” You yelled through the phone, making Ashton pull away from the phone for a second “MY WATER BROKE AND THE BABY IS COMING NOW. SO GET YOUR ASS TO THE HOSPITAL BEFORE I-” A sharp pain ran through you as you were experiencing the contractions. Ashton could hear your distant groan and immediately went pale.

The baby was coming and he wasn’t ready.

“Ash, hello?” Your friend’s calm voice came from the other end “I’m gonna take Y/N to the hospital right now. I need you to meet us there, okay?”

“Fuck, okay. I’m on my way” He rushed to say before he ended the call.

“Hey, dude. What’s going-?” Michael said as he approached the black haired man who looked like he might throw up.

“The baby’s coming!” He said, trying to concentrate on his breathing before he hyperventilates.

“What?!”

“Hey, Mike, is everything-?” Calum came next, worried about his friends’ weird behavior.

“THE BABY IS COMING”

Michael.

The guitarist started wandering the electronics and new technologies hall. He was secretly glad he got away from waiting in line for what it looked like another hour, but at the same time he was glad he decided to accompany Ashton in his little quest.

The moment he knew you were pregnant he set himself to be the best uncle that little kid will have. He already knew that you and Ashton were going to be great parents, with the way in which you love each other it was hard to think otherwise. Michael was always up for anything you guys wanted to do for each other, from secret dates or help you sneak out after a concert, or even to plan gifts! He always took pride to know that he was part of your epic love story, even if it was with just a little favor.

Michael stepped into the videogame aisle like he usually does, but this time he went directly to the kid’s section, knowing that eventually your baby will want to play videogames with uncle Mikey and he will have to be ready with the most family friendly games he could find.

He started grabbing a few of them and reading the little summaries they had on the back, eventually deciding that he did not understand anything about children’s games and that he might have to ask around in order to find the best ones.

He went back to the electronics aisle and something caught his attention.

“Is that a real megaphone?” He asked one of the workers there “I haven’t seen one since 2014” He said, remembering the last time the boys ever let him play with one of those in the Good Girls video.

“Yeah! It’s the new model” Said the teenage boy that was in charge of that seccion that day “Wanna try it out?”

“Before that, can I go and show it to my mates? I won’t be gone for long, they are just down the checkout line”

“Sure!” The young man smiled and gave him the megaphone.

Michael had a big smile on his face as he started walking towards Ashton to show him what he found. But his smile dropped the minute he saw Ashton’s face grew a thousand times paler.

He carefully walked up to him and asked “Hey, dude. What 's going-?”

“The baby’s coming!” Ashton said, trying to catch his breath.

“What?!”

Calum.

He hated the mall. He really did. There were always too many people, too much noise and the prices were always exaggerated. But he knew that he was here today for a good cause. Calum was not going to let his best mate down.

Ever since you came into Ashton’s life - and the boys’ life for that matter - he could tell that you were special. Not only because of the way Ashton talked about you all the damn time, but because of your energy, your passion, your kindness and obviously your undenying love for the drummer.

Calum was always the protective friend, always keeping his guard up for any new companion they boys might have. But with you it was different. The first time you two met was the day you instantly became best friends. He knew he could trust you to keep Ashton’s heart safe, and he knew that if Ashton ever broke your heart that he was going to have to kick his ass for being that stupid. Luckily, he wasn’t.

He was the first person (after Ashton, of course) to know about your pregnancy. He swore to himself that he would not let anything happen to his future godson/goddaughter. That baby was going to be the perfect mixture of his best friends, there was nothing in the world that could stop him from loving them just as much as he loves all of you. He even got them toys so they could play with Duke when they’re older! Needless to say that he was very, very excited.

As he wandered through the halls of the store he noticed a commotion next to the toys section.

A line of kids accompanied by their parents awaited in front of a huge chair decorated with fake snow and candy canes. Santa Claus was going to be there.

“Oh my god” A female voice said behind him “You are Calum Hood!”

Calum turned around and was faced with a young girl dressed as an elf looking at him like he hung the moon or something.

“That I am” He said with a smile “Hello, nice to meet you!”

“M-my name’s Lizza” The girl blushed “I’m a huge fan! Is it okay if- I mean, could I get a picture? Please?”

Calum smiled “Sure!”

Lizza squealed “Omg, okay. But, can we do it over there? The kids aren’t supposed to see me yet” She said, pointing to a corner with a curtain and some costumes, presumably Santa’s and his elves'.

Calum nodded and followed the girl, catching a glimpse of the Santa Claus outfit “Do you think I can wear that for the picture?” He asked. Honestly, he just wanted to know how it would feel like to dress up as Santa, knowing he would one day have to do it for your child.

“Of course!” The girl said, taking her phone from her purse and giving it to another elf so he could take the picture.

Once the picture was done, he started to strip off the big red coat, the white beard and the hat when suddenly he had an idea “Is it okay if I borrow this for a while? Maybe five minutes? I wanna prank some friends that are at the check out”

“Uhh”

“I’ll give it back, I promise,” He said with a smile.

Lizza sighed “Sure! We have another one for emergencies”

“Cool, thanks Lizza”

Calum walked away with the fake beard, the warm coat and the hat, feeling cheeky as he approached the line.

“What?!” He heard Michael yell. And although Michael always yells, this one seemed important as his voice sounded concerned.

“Hey, Mike, is everything-?” Calum said, approaching his friends with a very confused face. But before he could even finish the question, Ashton looked at him with fear in his eyes.

“THE BABY IS COMING”

Ashton.

This was not good. Not good at all. His wife is at the hospital about to give birth and he is still in the line of the fucking mall.

“Oh shit!” Calum said, looking frantically over the line that was still too long “OH SHIT”

“Okay calm dow- Is that a Santa costume?” Michael asked.

“Calm down?!” Calum said, panicking “My best friend is having a baby and you tell me to CALM DOWN?!”

“I’m having a baby…” Ashton said in a whisper, not really paying attention to what was going on around him “I’m having a baby”

“Not you!” Said Calum “Well... also you but I meant Y/N! She’s the one pushing it mate” But Ashton did not listen.

His whole world paused in that moment. Too many thoughts were running through his head as he tried to formulate a plan, any plan that would get him the quickest to you.

He thought he was doing a good job, he thought that he was going to be the best dad ever and now he was going to miss the birth of his first child because the line wasn’t fucking moving.

“Ash?” Michael called, but he wasn’t listening.

How could he screw this up so early in the game? Your baby wasn’t even born yet but he swore he could already feel their disappointment.

“Ash..”

And you! How could you ever forgive him?! You will surely file for divorce once the baby is born.

“Ashton!”

“What?!” He yelled, looking at Michael who was shaking him by the shoulders.

“Fucking breathe man! You almost turn purple there”

Michael started breathing at an even pace, motioning Ashton to breathe with him and so he did “It’s going to be okay, don’t worry about it”

“How can you say that?!” Ashton almost cried “I’m not even a dad yet and I’m already screwing up! Who doesn’t show up to the birth of his child?”

Michael rolled his eyes, knowing his friend was just talking out of fear than out of reason, and shook him by the shoulders again “Listen to me, you are already a great dad! You were a dad even before Y/N got pregnant and you are not going to miss the birth of my nephew or niece. I won’t allow it. But first I need you to calm the fuck down!”

Ashton looked at Michael and swallowed the lump in his throat “What if I’m not ready? What if we’re not ready?”

Michael chuckled “You asked me the same question when you were about to walk down the aisle a year ago. You were ready even before you knew you were and this is not different”

But before Ashton could say something, Calum walked up to them again.

“There are fourteen people ahead of us” Said Calum, who had just run up to the start of the line “If we asked them to move, we might get there in time”

“Or maybe you could leave the music box to me…” The man with the weird vibe intervened.

“Fuck off DeVito!” The three Australians yelled.

Suddenly, a lightbulb got turned on on Michael’s head “I got an idea!”

A panicked Calum dressed as Santa and a very panicked Ashton watched as Michael ran out of the store for a second, only to come back pushing a Target cart “Get in!” He said jumping in the cart and motioning to Ashton to follow him.

Ashton jumped inside without asking any questions, not even when Calum started pushing the car or when Michael turned on his… was that a megaphone?!

“Attention ladies and gentlemen” Michael said through the megaphone, making every single person turn their heads towards them, as if two large Australians standing inside of a shopping cart being pushed by a very tattooed Santa Claus wasn’t stiking enough “We have a man that’s going to become a father at any moment now while his wife is in the hospital! Please let us through!”

Ashton does not know if it was the weird scene they caused, his desperate face or Christmas magic that made everyone on the line take a step back as Calum pushed them through the checkout.

Once they got there, the cashier took his money, too shocked to say anything else as Ashton yelled “Keep the change!” As they rushed through the doors and towards the parking lot with Calum pushing the cart at a great speed with all of his energy as all the other customers looked at them and wondered what the hell was going on.

“Mommy?” A confused random kid asked “Why was Santa pushing those men on the cart?”

Luke.

His favorite Christmas playlist was playing in the car. He loved the holidays, but he hated Christmas shopping with his life. So he was very thankful that Ashton could understand this and let him wait in the car.

As he hummed through the song “His Favorite Christmas Story” he thought about the gift he got to your little unborn baby. As soon as he found out you were pregnant, he knew he had to spoil that kid rotten. Well, not that he knew he had to, but he wanted to. You and Ashton were the best people he has ever met, and he knew your little baby was not going to be different, so what’s wrong with giving that child the world they deserve?

A few months ago he talked to a friend of his that made customized presents made of crochet, so he asked if they could make a baby mobile to put over the crib. He also made sure to ask that the animals that were to adorn the mobile were your’s and Ashton’s favorites, and also throwing a little kangaroo in honor of their father’s homeland and a little penguin in honor of their future favorite uncle.

He smiled to himself as he thought he couldn’t wait to meet the little pal and how he couldn’t wait to start a family of his own. But his daydreaming got cut short when he heard a commotion coming from the mall’s doors.

Sirens were ringing and a lot of people stood and watched at whatever was causing the disturbance. He even had to take a double look because he thought he just saw Calum dressed as Santa Claus pushing a shopping cart with Ashton and Michael inside, the latter speaking with a megaphone in his hand. And indeed that is what he saw.

“LUKE START THE CAR” Michael yelled from his megaphone. And Luke, being the smart man that he is, did not ask questions as he did just that.

Soon enough, Calum Santa Claus was jumping inside of the car, followed by Michael and Ashton, who just sat in the front seat.

“What is-?” Luke tried to ask, but his three friends were quicker as they all said at the same time:

“The baby is coming!” “We needed to get the music box” “The line was too fucking long”

“Hurry up, dude!” Calum said, giving Luke a pat on his shoulder as he stared at them, very confused.

“Why didn’t you just leave the music box with one of them?” He said, motioning to his friends in the back “I could’ve come back for them after I dropped you off…”

The three Australians all looked at eachother like they were the most stupid people on the planet. Until Micahel turned on the megaphone again and said with a defeated voice: “Just drive”

The ride to the hospital was silent as Luke drove through the streets of LA at full speed. Michael even turned on the siren of the megaphone to make way across the traffic jam. How the hell they didn’t end up in jail? A Christmas miracle if you ask me.

Once they got there, Ashton was the first one to jump off the car, followed by his best friends as they ran through the hospital’s floors.

“Irwin!” He said, once they got to the maternity wing “Y/N Irwin! My Wife-”

Luke followed, almost knocking down Ashton as his boots slipped on the floor “His wife!” He said, almost out of breath.

“His baby!” Calum added, almost falling to the floor as he tripped over his foot.

And last but not least came a small “Help?” From Michael who was completely out of breath as he sat on one of the chairs in the waiting room.

The nurse, apparently not taken aback at the sudden outburst of three grown man and a Santa Claus in her waiting room, just smiled at Ashton and said: “Over here, Mr. Irwin. You are just in time, she just started dilating…”

But Ashton didn’t hear much as he walked behind her, anxious to see you and see your baby. Breathing heavily as he tried to calm his nerves before he got to your room. He gave one last look to his friends and smiled at them.

“You can do it man!” Michael said, giving him the thumbs up.

“You go Poppa!” Luke cheered.

“We will be here!” Calum said, feeling tears of pride gather up in his eyes as he watched Ashton turn into another hallway, ready to become the dad he always knew he could be.

“Did you actually steal a Santa costume?” Michael said as the other two sat down next to him.

“And you stole a cart and a megaphone so shut up”

A new family.

You watched with tired eyes as your husband held your baby girl in his arms.

“She is so tiny…” He said with fresh happy tears falling rolling down his cheeks. Ashton started crying as soon as he saw her little face and heard his heart shattering cry.

You almost thought that he wasn’t going to make it in time, afraid that you were going to have to get through the birth of your child all alone. But he came through the doors just in time and he did not let go of your hand for a second, even when you knew you were crushing it as you pushed.

“I love you so much” He said, just as he’s been saying for the past hours since he got here “I love you so much and I love her so much I- Thank you”

“Why are you thanking me, love?”

“For giving me the best gift of all” Ashton said as he laid next to you with your daughter curled up on his chest “You gave me the family I always dreamed of. I could never thank you enough for it”

He slowly lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours, showing you all the love that he could in only one simple kiss.

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t help on making this, you know?” You teased, making him chuckle “I should be thanking you, Ash.You and her are the best thing that has ever happened to me, I love you”

“I love you” He said, capturing your lips in another kiss as you let the music box play in the background, filling the room with the notes of your favorite lullaby.

“Should I let the boys in?” He asked as he passed your daughter back to you. You just nodded, not wanting to let your friends wait a second longer to meet your baby. “Oh, and just a heads up, Calum is dressed as Santa Claus and we might never be allowed on the mall again”

You laughed “I can’t wait to hear that story”

Ashton smiled as he got out of the room and walked towards where the boys were sitting. Once they saw him walk up to them, they immediately got up, all of them smiling proudly at the new - official, father of the band.

“Boys, come and meet our baby girl: Jane Elizabeth Irwin”

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ilovetheaffection · 2 years

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post 9 songs that remind you of your muse, then tag 9 people to do the same. 🎵

Character: Alaric Turner

Lie To Me by 5SOS

Slow Dance by A.J. Mitchell ft Ava Max

It Will Rain - Bruno Mars

You Are The Reason - Calum Scott

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

What Have I Done - Dermot Kennedy

Lucky Ones - Lana Del Rey

Mum - Luke Hemmings

Slow Hands - Niall Horan

Dance With Me Tonight - Olly Murs

tagged by: stole it from @someonesforever tagging: do it. and if you want me to do it for others just yell @ me

#( it is the only thing that makes us feel alive ~ alaric's headcanons )

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morningfears · 4 years

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Bell

Rating: M | This is [kind of] smut.

Summary: “I was wondering if you could do a blurb of tattoo artist!calum where the reader is the sister of one of the other guys and comes into his shop to get her nipples pierced and they both get really flustered and you can figure out how it ends. Thank you sweets ❤️❤️” for anon | ft. Tattoo Artist!Calum, brother!Ashton, pining.

Word Count: 2.3k (...I know. I know.)

The bell above the shop door rang, signaling a client’s entrance, but Calum paid it no mind as he focused on the sketchbook laid open in front of him. He’d finished his appointments for the day, his last client had left less than thirty minutes earlier, and he had no intention of taking on a walk-in when the shop was only open for another fifteen minutes. He was content with letting Max, the shop’s new apprentice, deal with any annoyance that refusal would cause and turned the volume in his headphones up just a little higher as he continued working.

He remained lost in his work, his hand moving steadily over the sketch pad as he shaded in a piece unrelated to his work, and had nearly forgotten he’d even heard the bell chime when a hand touched his shoulder and sent his pencil skidding across the page as he jerked in surprise. “Fuck,” he groaned, both in surprise and annoyance, as he stared at the errant mark for a moment before he pulled his headphones off and turned on his stool to face the culprit. However, much to his surprise it was neither Max nor a persistent client.

It was you.

Standing before him was his best friend Ashton’s younger sister. You looked remorseful as you stared at the obvious mistake on his sketchpad. “I’m sorry, Cal,” you apologized, your eyebrows furrowing and your lips curving into a frown as you turned her gaze to his face, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Much to Calum’s chagrin, every ounce of annoyance he’d felt at both being interrupted and making a mistake disappeared the moment he laid eyes on you. You had a way of making him forget himself, of making him lose his train of thought, and it had been like that from the start. He had never been able to be annoyed with you, regardless of how badly he wished he could, and it drove him crazy. So, instead of telling you to fuck off like he would have Max, he shook his head and reached for the eraser he kept on his desk.

“Don’t worry about it,” he mumbled, his voice quiet as he carefully worked to erase the mark and diminish its obviousness, “it’s not inked yet.” You were quiet as he brushed at the eraser shavings, watching him fix what he could, and likely would’ve remained silent had he not asked, “What are you doing here? Ash left a few hours ago.”

“Oh, I know,” you told him as you grabbed one of the stools from a different station and took a seat. “I’m not here for him. I’m here for you.”

At that, Calum turned his attention away from the sketch completely and turned to face you. He stared at you, the confusion clear on his face as he studied you, and raised an eyebrow at your statement. “Me? You didn’t break anything else, did you?” You lived with your brother - something you’d both decided was your best option as you had had nothing but a string of bad luck when other roommates were concerned - and had come to Calum once before for help after your broke a music box that Ashton had found in an antique shop and loved more than anything.

At that, you rolled your eyes and shook your head. “No, not this time,” you denied as you twisted in your seat, a mild look of discomfort on your face as you averted your gaze and stared at the wall behind Calum’s head, “I have a different kind of favor to ask of you.”

“I feel like I’m going to regret this,” Calum mumbled, more to himself than to you, “but go for it.”

Calum watched as you shifted in your chair, your foot tapping against the black and white checked floor, and felt himself grow slightly uneasy as he waited for you to share your request. He knew that you would never ask him to do anything that would get him into trouble, you would never ask him for anything that would hurt Ashton, so your hesitation felt strange. However, it was explained as you blurted, “I want you to pierce my nipples.”

Calum blinked at you, surprised by your request, and opened his mouth to speak before promptly closing it. He wasn’t sure how to respond to the request. On one hand, piercing was something that fell under his job description and piercing nipples was, while not the most common piercing he did, something he did often enough. On the other, the person asking him to pierce them was his best friend’s sister.

Ashton was, admittedly, a little overprotective. Despite only being two years older than you, Ashton felt that it was his duty to protect you from the dangers of the world and freely admitted that sometimes his rationality was lost in that pursuit. One of the first rules he’d laid down when you moved in with him and began spending more time around the guys was that none of them were allowed, under any circumstance, to pursue you romantically. And though piercing you was in no way romantic, it would only further weaken Calum’s resolve and push him closer to crossing a line he knew he shouldn’t.

And, though he hated to admit it, Calum had dreamt of you in ways that he knew he shouldn’t. Seeing you topless would only exacerbate those dreams and the feelings he’d been harboring for you. So, he refused you.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he answered after too long a silence. “But I can recommend someone. She’s good. She pierced Luke and Michael and they liked her.”

“Um, if you’re talking about Sam, I can’t go to her,” you informed him with an awkward smile as you continued fidgeting in your chair. “She pierced my nose and she, like, put her hand on my neck to steady herself and I kind of moaned and I’m so embarrassed that I can never look at her again. And out of everyone, you’re the person I trust the most. So, please?”

Calum’s mind reeled with the information you’d provided him - and the mental image that came along with it - but he did his best to push all those thoughts to the side as he shook his head. “I don’t particularly feel like dying any time soon,” he reasoned as he breathed a sigh and closed his sketchbook. “There are plenty of qualified piercers in the city. I’ll help you find someone else.”

“Come on, Cal,” you whined as you rolled your stool across the short distance and bumped your knee against his, “please? It’s literally your job. I’m going to pay you. And Ash doesn’t need to know! It’s not like I’m going to go home and be, like, ‘Hey, guess what I did today? Got my nipples pierced. Oh, by the way, your best friend is the one who did it. It was fun. What did you do today?’ No, fuck that.” Calum watched as you grimaced at the mental image of telling Ashton what you’d done with your day and realized that you had a point. He knew that you weren’t going to relent, not when this was something you clearly wanted, but he let you continue as you said, “He won’t know. Just, please?”

Although Calum liked to think he had decent willpower, he was weak when it came to you. It took very little pressing for him to agree to pierce you and, when the front door was locked and Max was gone for the night, he guided you through the shop and into the back room where he hoped you wouldn’t feel so exposed.

Though Calum had pierced more than his fair share of nipples, it was different with you. You were someone he saw on a regular, almost daily, basis and someone that he’d wanted to be more than friends with for nearly a year. He liked to think that he was a professional, that he could put his feelings aside and give you the piercing you’d requested, but the moment you tugged your shirt up and over your head, leaving you standing in just a black lace bra in front of him, he felt his cheeks heat and his heart begin to race.

You, too, felt the implications of your actions as you dropped your t-shirt onto the counter and reached for the hooks on the back of your bra. Calum’s crush was not unrequited, though you were half certain he would never try anything for fear of upsetting Ashton, and you realized just how much he would be seeing as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

“I, um… this is,” Calum paused, unsure of what he wanted to say, and shook his head as he reached for the box of gloves. “Fuck, okay. Um, you can take your bra off and have a seat.”

Calum looked and sounded just as flustered as you felt. It was no secret to anyone - other than Ashton who Calum believed remained consciously oblivious - how the pair of you felt about one another. He refused to look at you as you pulled the bra from your body and dropped it onto the pile with your shirt. It took a moment for him to gather himself enough to turn and glance at you, his eyes going to your face before they dropped to your chest, and you appreciated the brief moment of respite as you waited for him to begin.

It felt strange, having Calum’s hands on your body, but you quickly adjusted to the heat of his palms as he marked where the barbells would go. He spent a moment ensuring they were even, although it pained both of you to have his face so close to your chest, before he moved away and reached for the needle. “Alright,” he sighed as he returned one hand to your ribcage and braced himself, “you ready?”

You found yourself unable to speak as Calum sat so close to you, your chest on display and your heart beating wildly. You knew that he could feel your racing pulse, that he could see the effect he was having on you, but you said nothing to encourage or deter him from acting in any way other than professionally. Although your mind raced with fantasies of him leaving marks along your skin, of his lips brushing your nipples and lavishing your breasts with attention as he kissed his way down your torso, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable and you knew that if you opened your mouth, a moan would likely slip free. So, you simply nodded your head and waited for him to begin.

Calum himself was having a hard time concentrating. He wanted nothing more than to touch you in the way he’d dreamt of, in the way that he’d imagined several times before, but you were trusting him to provide you with a service, not ogle you, so he tried his hardest to keep his fantasies under wraps as he pierced your right nipple. The sharp intake of breath, the way your hand moved to his shoulder and pressed him just a little closer, made his heart race and his mind move in a million different directions. He’d pieced two and two together, imagined that pain was something you liked, but feeling your nails dig into his shoulder for a brief second before you pulled yourself together was all the confirmation he needed and it sent a rush of blood to his cock as he willed himself to focus on threading the silver barbell through your nipple.

The second nipple passed much like the first, with a sharp gasp and the stinging dig of your nails into his shoulder, but Calum didn’t mind. If anything, he wished the moment would last forever as you shifted in front of him and squeezed your thighs in search of relief. It took every ounce of willpower he had to pull away from you, to keep from doing something he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stop, and he noticed the almost disappointed look on your face as he averted his gaze and nodded.

“I, uh, that’s… they look good. You should keep an eye on them. You know how to take care of piercings so be mindful of them. If you have any questions, you know where to find me,” Calum told you as he tossed his gloves into the trash and kept his eyes on the wall, waiting for you to pull your t-shirt back on.

Though you’d felt as if he would finally make a move for a brief moment, it was over just as quickly as it had begun. Instead, Calum was keeping you at arms length, as he had for so long now, and you breathed a quiet sigh as you tugged on your t-shirt. “Yeah,” you nodded as you slipped your jacket on over top and shoved your bra into your purse. “Thanks, Cal. I appreciate it,” you told him as you decided to be bold, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you,” Calum nodded, his own disappointment filling him as he watched you step through the door with a final glance over your shoulder, a small smile on your lips. He felt a flurry of emotions - disappointment, sadness, excitement, lust, longing - and each of them hit him harder than the last.

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Author’s Note: I know these were supposed to be drabbles. I’m very much aware of that, thank you. This, for this concept, is a drabble. If I’d gone full fic, it likely would’ve ended up 5-8k. Anyway.

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hes-writer · 4 years

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Dough

Summary: Harry and Y/N make shrimp dumplings ft. chinese!y/n

Warnings: fluff, UNEDITED

Word Count: 677 words

Y/N pulled the green shopping cart behind her back, humming along to the music that blasted on the speaker while Harry scurried his long legs, her shoulder bag hung over his shoulder loosely.

“Ooh look, Harry! It’s on sale!” Y/N squealed with delight, pulling out the wheat starch from the shelf. “Thank god, I thought I was gonna spend a fortune today,”

“You know I don’t mind paying,” Harry suggested, shifting the strap higher on his arm. Y/N slapped her hand gently across his chest, frowning at his offer in rejection, “You asked me to plan today’s date so you don’t get a say on anything,”

She walked off, mumbling something about ‘shrimp’, heading to the frozen section. He chuckled slightly at his girlfriends actions, eyeing the various seafood that were displayed.

—-

The couple arrived at Y/N’s apartment soon enough, Harry walking towards the trunk to gather the groceries they bought. Y/N offered to help but he retaliated with a simple smack to the back of her hand, “I got this,”

And he did! Not once did he struggle with the items, even managing to toe off his shoes near the door while maintaining his balance. He slipped his feet in some fluffy slippers much larger than hers, arranging his outside shoes neatly.

Harry still remembers the first couple of times he visited her place, frequently being met with a quiet screech in her throat while Y/N tried not to get too bothered with the fact that he was entering the living room with his shoes still on.

—-

“What’s the matter?” He asked, freezing in his spot, not knowing what he did wrong. A finger pointed at his feet still clad in his dirty boots.

She took a deep breath, judging eyes softening as a giggle escaped her mouth, reminding herself that her Chinese upbringing didn’t match his. Shaking her head, she walked to the cabinet by the door, taking out a new pair of baby blue slippers for him.

“Here. Take those off and put these on,” She patted his arm comfortingly, his cheeks burning in an embarrassed blush.

“I’m sorry,” Harry muttered, biting his lip nervously. She waved it off with a wave, “S’okay, handsome.”

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Once they reached the kitchen, Y/N immediately went into chef mode, instructing Harry to group the ingredients they needed together and store away the ones they didn’t.

“Wheat starch, salt, vegetable oil…” Y/N listed one by one, being met with Harry’s enthusiastic ‘check!’

“What a team!” Harry mused, raising his palm in a high-five.

“Okay, that’s the dough. Now, the filling,”

Bamboo shoots were diced, green onions sliced thinly, making Harry’s eyes tear up slightly at the chemical reaction, “Ouch!”

“Aw, honey,” Y/N sympathized, grasping his wrist before he had the chance to raise his hands near his face. She blew a puff of cold air at his reddened eye, shortly relieving him of his dilemma.

“That really hurt,” Harry pouted, washing his hands thoroughly as Y/N sprinkled the concoction with salt and white pepper. “Can you kiss it better?” He jutted out his chin, wanting the kiss to be in his cheek.

“Mwah!” Y/N puckered, passing the large bowl of filling to Harry before collecting a pair of chopsticks from the drawer.

“Why do you always mix the dough?” He whined, feeling his stomach grumble quietly at the delicious scent. His green eyes watched the chopstick seemingly spin in circles endlessly, whipping the wheat flour into a doughy texture.

“Because you mix it too slow and we need the dough to rest for twenty minutes,”

“But we need the filling to rest for an hour anyway,” He stated, sniffing in a joking manner, continuing to mix the filling.

Y/N looked at his work, “Look at my baby being an expert at making xiao jiao,” She wrapped the dough in saran wrap to let it rest. “Do you need help with that or are you a chef?”

His tongue stuck out in focus and determination, flashing Y/N a pair of twinkling eyes and a sly wink, “I got this. Now get the steamer ready,”

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