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allsassnoclass · 3 years

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If your still taking a hundred ways to say I love you prompts, I’d love to see “I brought you an umbrella” (96?) with muke 💚🥰 i love your writing!!

aw, thank you!!! i'm always taking prompts, especially for you dear anon

muke: "I brought you an umbrella"

Luke is having a very shitty day.

There isn't any other way to describe it. He slept through his alarm and had to rush to work without breakfast, without coffee, without a proper shower, and without so much as a word to Michael. Because he didn't get a proper shower, his hair looks like shit. He didn't have time to tie his shoes and almost brained himself in the lobby of his apartment. He was still a few minutes late to work, and his boss was in a shitty mood himself, so he got chewed out in front of the entire department. Calum called in sick today so he couldn't commiserate with him or try to get sympathy. From there, he's been piled with report after report to sift through, there's a headache forming at his temples, and his headphones broke so he can't even listen to music.

To top it all off, it started raining shortly after he got to work and has been downpouring ever since. Luke didn't check the weather this morning and therefore is wildly underprepared to face the elements.

He didn't pack a lunch, but he doesn't want to try to run to the sandwich shop at the corner. He'll be drenched in under two seconds, and with his luck today he'll catch pneumonia and die.

He wants to put his head down on his desk and maybe cry, but he's humiliated himself in front of his coworkers enough for one day. He'll have to forsake lunch and hope that dinner tonight is ready early.

It's Michael's turn to plan dinner, and he's off today, so maybe if Luke texts he'll start preparing it a little early. He's probably cooking, and that might be nice. Luke likes when Michael cooks more than when they order take-out, even if it means that Luke has to do the dishes. Luke's pretty useless in the kitchen, so it's nice having someone in the apartment who isn't.

It's nice having Michael in the apartment for a lot of reasons. Michael helps with chores and has a nice movie collection and generally ensures that Luke is a lot less lonely than he used to be. Michael is hilarious and less grumpy than Luke in the mornings and he's cute, more so than any human has the right to be.

Luke is a little in love with him.

Dwelling on how wonderful Michael is isn't going to make his food situation any better, nor make the sky stop raining. Luke gets out his phone and wonders if it's pathetic to ask his roommate what the meal schedule is going to be like tonight because he overslept and screwed himself over.

Michael has already seen him at his worst. If that didn't completely turn him away from Luke as a romantic prospect, this probably won't.

He's saved from having to make a decision about how to phrase his message by his office phone ringing. It doesn't do that often, but he's quick to pick up.

"Hello, Hemmings speaking."

"Hello, Mr. Hemmings. There's someone in the lobby to see you," the receptionist says. Her voice sounds different over the phone than when he greets her in real life every morning.

"Really?" he asks before he can stop himself.

"Yep," she says. "He says his name is Michael."

"Oh," Luke says, unsure what to do with this information. "I'll be right down."

He takes the entire elevator ride down to wonder why the fuck Michael came all the way across the city to where Luke works. Maybe their apartment burned down. Maybe he's moving out effective immediately and wanted to tell Luke to his face instead of leaving a note. Maybe it's some other disastrous thing that Luke isn't creative enough for.

He's so absorbed in his thoughts that he almost runs into the reception desk. Michael's voice cuts through his stupor just in time, calling his name.

He's wearing a black rain jacket shiny with water, blonde hair sticking up with static from his hood, amused smile on his face.

"Doing okay there?" he asks. Luke feels his cheeks heat up.

"Fine. What's up?"

Michael shrugs.

"Things sounded a little chaotic in the apartment this morning, and I know you're never prepared, so I brought you an umbrella. Picked up lunch from that noodle place you like along the way, too."

"Oh," Luke says. Michael holds up the umbrella and takeout container and Luke embarrassingly tears up, right there in the lobby of his place of work, in front of the guy he's a little in love with.

"What's wrong?" Michael asks, taking a step forward. "Hey, it's okay. Did you want something else? I can take this home and get you a different lunch."

Luke shakes his head.

"You're the best roommate ever," he says, swiping at his eyes. "Thanks."

"Oh," Michael says. He ducks his head, like that would stop Luke from seeing the way his cheeks turn pink. Luke wants to kiss him. A lot. "It's nothing. Definitely nothing to cry over."

"Shut up," Luke says. "I've had a shitty day."

"And now you have noodles!" Michael says, holding up the container again and waving it under Luke's nose. "Noodles make everything better."

"Yeah," he says, finally taking the food. It looks like Michael even got his order right, which almost sets Luke off again.

"Hey," Michael says, a little quieter. "Anything else I can do? Don't tell me if you're going to cry, though. All my tissues got soaked in the rain."

Luke laughs wetly.

"No, you're good. Thank you, seriously. You didn't have to come all the way over here just because I'm a disaster."

Michael shrugs.

"I had nothing better to do. Besides, it's kinda fun visiting you at work. I want to see how many visits it takes for the receptionist to hate me."

Luke's heart flutters a little at the idea of more visits. He's not sure what he'll do if Michael shows up on a day when he's feeling a little less shitty and a little more bold.

"Well!" Michael says, nearly smacking Luke with the umbrella in an attempt to give it to him. "I know your lunch break isn't that long, so I'll get out of your hair now. Stay dry out there."

"Thanks, Mike. You too."

Michael starts whistling "It's Raining Men" as he leaves. Luke watches him flip his hood back up and brace himself, then step out into the downpour.

The noodles taste good, but not as good as the promise of whatever Michael whips up for dinner. When it comes time to leave, Luke takes the umbrella and smiles as he enters the rain.

#my writing #muke #chugging along trying to write things trying to make progress #i'll be honest idk how i feel about this one but i can't put my finger on why #i think. maybe it feels short. but there is just not that much for muke to say to each other in this particular situation #also anon the green heart is very unique i feel like not a lot of people use it so shout out for being a trailblazer

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clumsyclifford · 2 years

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i'm very 👀 about "miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine for a niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight" and also a robin hood au???? hello??? 👀👀👀 i also want ask about driving jalex but maybe 3 fics are too many lolll love you -megs 💙

yes alright hello megs i am here FINALLY let's get into it

so! miiiiine for a niiiight (abridged title) is a prompt fic, from an ask someone sent me asking me to write a muke wayf fic. i...started it and then...it's...it stopped. i stopped. and i don't really know. where it's going now. i don't know. i had an idea for it when i started it but then i stopped writing it and then forgot what my idea was, kind of, basically? so anyway. here's some of that though

“A hotel, I assume,” says Michael. “If you give me your number I can text you once I find out which one.”

That would be good, because Michael is going to baggage claim and Luke is not. It would also be good because Luke and Michael sat next to each other on the plane and Luke spent the whole time overthinking whether or not Michael would try to hold his hand if he left it on the arm rest. He didn’t try because he didn’t really want to know. But it’s a good sign if Michael is asking for Luke’s number even though they only just met and in four days they’ll be on opposite sides of the country again.

“Sure,” Luke says, and he puts his number in Michael’s phone.

so that's that! robin hood au is hahahahahahahahahahahaha look it's an au of the 2018 robin hood movie with taron egerton. that one. it's a lashton fic with luke as robin hood and ashton as marian, and then calum is john and michael is friar tuck. i wrote almost 6k of it, and then i realized i didn't really understand the progression of the plot of that movie, and therefore i would be unable to write this au. so it stalled and i have made no progress since then. i guess it's not IMPOSSIBLE but i'd need to rewatch the movie, maybe more than once, and maybe with a person to explain all the moving parts to me (maybe you? eyes emoji) lmao. anyway. what i DO have written is not bad, here:

This can’t be. He can’t be drafted. There’s — there’s Ashton, and he’s a Lord, and he didn’t even think that was allowed. He feels short of breath.

“Who is it?”

He can’t go to war. He can’t. He can’t leave Ashton alone, and he certainly can’t be alone, he’ll go crazy and he’ll die right away. Maybe he can plead insanity.

“Luke.” Ashton’s by his side now, and he curls a hand around Luke’s neck and presses a kiss to his lips. “I thought we had unfinished business.”

Luke hands him the letter. Ashton takes one look at it and his hand falls away from Luke’s face.

“Oh,” he whispers.

and driving jalex! (three is not too many.) i started writing this fic one night at camp when i was just in this kind of manic mood (kinda like when you do your underwater scream thing? me but with driving) and i went for a drive on the highway that runs by my camp and like. it was hella late and it was completely dark out and the highway is super windy (it's called snake road because it winds around so much) and i had my music blasting at the highest volume it would go, and then i pulled over (safely i promise) and sat in the car and just wrote the start of this. i add to it randomly when i'm in a similar mood as i was when i started it. maybe i'll finish it, i don't know, it's kind of nothing and idk where it's going if anywhere. definitely one of the heavier fics i have though. essentially alex is on a manic drive (like mine was) and picks up hitchhiker jack. here's some of it

“Bleak,” Alex says. “You’re the first person I’ve met who will talk to me about death, you know that? Everyone else I’ve ever met just gets worried.”

“Yeah, well.” Jack shrugs. “If you go down now, I go down with you.”

Alex knows that well. He knows that if Jack hadn’t been in the car with him, he might not have seen that deer.

Or he might not have braked.

(Of course he’d have braked because he’s a coward and he can talk a big game about the temptation of the fall but no one ever really wants to hit the ground. But he thinks he might have regretted saving his own life. He doesn’t regret saving Jack’s.)

so there you go. ~content~

ask me about one of my WIPs!

#ask #igarbagecannoteven #megs #we have fun here !#this driving jalex writing is so good i wish there was more of it i wish it was done #omg wait #these fics are all different pairings that's crazy #i might finish the wayf one because i think i re-figured it out #but now it's just a matter of actually putting the story down #but ! it's interesting which is fun #and i have big doubts that ill ever get anywhere with robin hood au but i guess crazier things have happened #driving jalex tho. i am hoping to find some way to finish that one #mostly because it's so good and i like it so much that i just really want to share it #and the only way to do that is to finis ht #finish it*#fic talk

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calumsclifford · 4 years

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misc 15 with muke?

i’m still struggling to write so this is a story right from my own life! i think it fits with muke the best, and works well with this prompt! trigger warning for allergic reactions, anxiety and hospitals, but it’s got a happy ending lol, i promise it’s nowhere near as angsty as yesterday’s

15. “give me attention”

Michael is staring into the mirror in Luke’s ensuite bathroom. He pulls down the neck of his shirt, but no matter the lighting, it looks no better.

“Luke,” he calls.

“What,” Luke says, lazily from bed.

“It’s worse,” Michel says. He hears Luke’s footsteps immediately, and the Luke is behind him, hovering.

“Do you think they’re hives?” Luke asks. He looks down at Michael’s arm and the red dots that cover it.

“I don’t know, I’ve never fucking had hives before, have I?”

Luke turns Michael away from the mirror and tugs at the neckline of the shirt. “They’re spreading,” Luke says. They are – an hour ago he thought it was a rash on his forearm, now the red dots have worked their way up to his chest and are starting to creep onto his neck. Michael scratches mindlessly and Luke swats his hand away. “You’ll make it worse. Do you think it’s an allergic reaction? Did you eat anything weird?”

“No,” Michael says. “You’ve been with me all day.” Michael only notices that he’s a little breathless as he tries to continue speaking, but noticing makes it immediately infinitely worse. “Oh fuck,” Michael says, and Luke reads the panic in his eyes quickly.

“Okay, this is probably anxiety. In 7, hold 7, out 7. Okay?” Luke takes Michael by the shoulders and maneuvers him onto the ground, sitting legs bent against the counter.

Michael clutches at his chest and nods.

“Okay. Then I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” Michael asks desperately.

“I need my phone.”

“Why?”

“I’ll just – I’ll be right back,” Luke promises, then darts out. Michael focuses on breathing, and he gets it a little more under control. It doesn’t feel good, but he reminds himself that it’s taken the maybe-hives an hour to spread to his neck and as far as he knows, anaphylaxis is supposed to be much faster than that.

Luke comes back and kneels in front of Michael without looking up from his phone. “Does your tongue feel swollen at all?”

“I don’t know,” Michael says. He sticks his tongue out to show Luke.

“I can’t tell based on sight,” Luke says. What about your throat? Your lips?”

“My throat, maybe.”

“Shortness of breath and trouble breathing, obviously,” Luke says. “Do you feel dizzy or faint?”

“Yeah, but that happens when I’m anxious too.”

“Nausea?”

“Yeah,” Michael says. It goes without saying that nausea happens when he’s anxious as well.

“Okay,” Luke says. Michael can tell that he’s trying very hard to stay calm and reasonable, which only stresses Michael out more. “I think we need to go to the emergency room. Do you want an ambulance, or do you want me to drive?”

Michael stares at him blankly but his breath hitches noticeably. “What?”

“I think driving would honestly be faster,” Luke says. He’s already flitting out to his bedroom, grabbing things. “Come on.”

Michael manages to stand up without issue and lets Luke press things into his arms and lead him down into the passenger seat of his car.

“Can you still breathe?” Luke says as he pulls down the driveway.

“Yeah,” Michael says.

“I should have called an ambulance,” Luke groans.

“I’m alright, this was a good choice,” Michael says.

“Are the hives spreading?”

“I don’t know,” Michael says. “Everything is itchy.”

“Check the mirror,” Luke says, which probably should have occurred to Michael. He pulls down the sun visor and examines his neck – it seems to look the same.

“I think we might be overreacting,” Michael says.

“I’ll feel better knowing for sure,” Luke says.

Michael focuses on the road to keep himself calm, which is not exactly helpful, as Luke is driving more recklessly than Michael’s ever seen.

“Luke?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m alright.”

Luke nods, but it’s tight. “The website that I found may have freaked me out a bit.”

“I’m still breathing,” Michael says. “And we’re nearly there. Please slow down.”

Luke does not slow down. Luke gets them to the emergency room shockingly fast and leads Michael in with both hands on his shoulders like he might abruptly collapse. It’s dramatic, but Luke is freaking out more than Michael is now. Maybe it’s partly Luke’s wild eyes and frantic explanation, maybe it’s protocol, but they’re brought to a room faster than Michael’s ever seen.

The nurse hooks him up to an IV immediately and asks questions as she does. Luke mostly cuts in to answer them, but he probably knows more about Michael than he knows about himself, so it’s for the best.

They get some sort of medicine pumping into him and after a few minutes, a doctor comes in to examine him. He tells them it looks like it was just a rash, probably a mild allergic reaction to laundry detergent, and that he has no concerns about anaphylaxis at all.

“We’re still going to finish the IV, though,” the doctor says. Michael grimaces – he detests the feeling of it. “It’ll help with the itching, and it’s protocol.”

“Thank you,” Luke says for Michael.

The doctor nods. “Press the button if you need anything,” he says, then he leaves the room.

“Well,” Luke says. “I think you might have been right about us overreacting.”

And then they’re laughing. Just like that, after possibly the fastest hour and a half that Michael has ever experienced, in the emergency room with an IV in his hand that’s probably not doing anything.

“To be fair,” Michael says. “I’ve never seen hives before. They really look like what I think hives probably look like.”

“And apparently the symptoms of anaphylaxis have a lot of crossover with symptoms of anxiety.”

“I can’t believe this,” Michael says, then thinks for a second. “Actually, no, this checks out. We’re both dramatic idiots.”

Michael looks over and Luke is on his phone, probably informing Michael’s parents or talking to Calum and Ashton, but it feels like he’s just already over the ordeal that was their evening.

“Hey,” Michael says. “Give me attention. I just had an allergic reaction.”

“A mild one,” Luke says. “And I still rushed you to the hospital like you were on your deathbed. I probably got like, at least two tickets.”

“That’s on you, I said I was alright,” Michael says. “But really, thank you for coming with me. This place sucks.”

Luke’s eyes soften. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Can’t help it, your stupid is just so contagious.”

“I’ll come with you to the emergency room any time you need,” Luke says. He says it like a joke, but Michael knows that he means every word.

#take a guess who i was in this story and who my boyfriend was #and like.......... i couldn't even include the funniest part of this story irl #or the hilarious context that got us into it #i mean looking back it's hilarious #anyways!!! still not feeling my best so i'm still probably not going to be answering messages today #but i might feel better later? who knows with me #thank you all for being so kind and supportive and i love you #especially meghna who is just a superhero and an angel #asks #muke #prompts #my fic #tw hospital #tw anxiety #tw allergies

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pkmnclifford · 4 years

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home. 5 (end)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

a/n: here’s the last part of home!! i had so much fun writing it. it’s probably not the best muke fic, but i’m proud of myself for trying and i’m happy of how it turned out. i’d like to thank every lovely mutual who has encouraged me to write this!! enjoy :-)

summary: michael used to be a rockstar in his hometown. but somehow he blacked out, and now he’s in an unknown city. he meets luke and his friends, and with ashton’s help, the boys finally arrive to greenfield.

word count: 3k

taglist: @cliiffords @babyoria @twilightmomentswithyou @lukeysdimples @calumspeachy @phantastic1daf

“I’m so lucky I found Luke” Michael said, looking down to his feet. He was sitting on the pavement next to Ashton, in front of their hotel, waiting for Calum and Luke to get ready. The dawn peaking through the tree branches hovering over the parking lot enlightened Michael’s face, warming up his cheeks. He closed his eyes for a minute, letting the warmth spread all over his body. He was so tired.

“Luke is a good guy” Ashton replied. “He gives a chance to everyone. He really has a heart of gold. Please don’t break it.”

Michael swallowed. Ashton didn’t know. He didn’t know how much Michael was going to hurt Luke. He wanted to scream, tell him how sorry he was. He wanted to shout it to the whole world, but he felt like no one would hear him.

“I know you just want to protect him. You’re a good friend, Ash.” Michael mumbled, confronting Ashton’s hazel eyes. “Will you promise me one thing?”

“Depends. What is it?” Ashton glanced at him with an intimidating look. Michael smiled.

“Will you take care of Luke after I go... home?” Michael’s voice broke. Ashton reached out his hand to shake Michael’s, as if they were having a pact.

“I will. Like I always have.” Michael’s eyes teared up again. He sighed.

“Thank you, Ashton.”

A few minutes later, they all got in the car, Luke throwing worried looks at Michael during the ride. It was a weird morning. They all stayed quiet, Calum not even making a joke, as he felt some kind of tension in the air. Michael thought about what would happen once they’d get to Greenfield. Would he know where to go? Or what to do? As all these questions went through his mind, his chest only got more painful, now accompanied by a headache. Michael knew he’d have to say goodbye to Luke at some point. Just thinking about it made him want to cry again. He wanted to hold Luke, so badly. He stared at him for so long during the ride, he didn’t even remember how they got into Greenfield. He was mesmerized by Luke’s soft features, his nose glowing in the morning light, and his gorgeous hair. He absent-mindedly took his hand, and Luke suddenly turned to him, as he felt the contact of Michael’s skin. He smiled so widely Michael wanted to melt, his stomach tied up in knots, the more he thought about what was going to happen. He wanted to get every bit of Luke’s face printed in his mind. He didn’t want to forget him. Never.

“Maybe Michael knows where to go now?”

Michael got caught off his daydreaming by Calum’s voice. The dark skinned boy had turned around on his seat, a questioning look on his face. Apparently, they got into Greenfield, small houses passing by the car’s windows. Michael sat up and tried to look outside.

“Maybe if you drive to the city center, I can guide you.”

Ashton nodded and took the direction of the city center. The second they got in the small streets surrounded by shops and hurried people on the sidewalk, Michael gasped as he saw a sign.

“Burkley road! That’s where I live!”

They followed the sign, ending up a few blocks away, in a suburb with small houses which looked a lot like Luke’s neighborhood. Luke looked very excited to get closer to Michael’s home, but Michael only felt worse. He didn’t know what to expect.

Ashton randomly turned in a small street, and somehow they immediatly knew which house was Michael’s. A small rustic house stood there, on the left corner, surrounded by a huge rose garden. All colors of roses were growing in front of the house, almost reaching the street, but red roses were all around the little fence leading to the door. They were all bathed in the sweet smell of the flowers already.

Silently stepping out of the car, Michael stared at the house, speechless. His home. He walked towards the fence and gently pushed it, knowing Luke, Cal and Ash were following him closely. The smell of roses was now taking over everything. Looking around, all Michael could see was his rose garden, thorn bushes almost hiding the familiar way to his door. As if he was following his faded memories of what felt like a previous life, his feet guided him towards the white door, surrounded by dark, red roses. He stepped on his small porch where he found the familiar little bench, which was also a swing. Michael could recall all of the memories on that swing, long evenings of writing on a hot summer, or the way it swung back and forth during the winter, when it was too cold to sit outside.

The door was unlocked. He pushed it, the door hinges loudly squeaking, disturbing the silence. Going in, he didn’t notice he was crying until he saw his collection of guitars hanging on the wall, and a tear left his left cheek. He heard Calum gasp behind him, impressed by Michael’s collection. Everything looked normal. Not abandoned for years, just... quiet. As though Michael had only left for a weekend. He brushed his fingers over the counter of his kitchen, over his guitar strings. He couldn’t stop crying. Because he knew he was home. And he knew that if he was home, it meant his journey was over.

He slowly turned around to face Luke, who was standing a few feet behind him, an emotional expression on his face. Michael stepped towards him and took both of his hands. The cold contact of Luke's rings on Michael's palm made him feel alive. And he needed it. He needed to feel something else than the growing, almost unbearable pain in his chest. He couldn't stop staring at Luke's pretty hands. They were soft, slightly bigger than Michael's. Some nails still had hints of a very old nail polish layer. Michael didn't want to forget those hands, Luke's pretty hands. Calum and Ashton were silently standing by the living room’s door. Everything was quiet. Quiet as death.

Michael looked up to Luke and their eyes met each other. Luke's baby blue eyes sparkled as Michael's drowned into them. Luke was perfect. But it's always the prettiest things, you have to let go of first, Michael thought to himself as the pain in his heart violently beat again, and again.

"Luke, I ... I need to tell you something."

He was in pain and his voice squeaked. He didn't want Luke to see him as a weak person. He didn't want to hurt the only person he had truly loved in this short weird afterlife, despite not knowing him for that long. But Luke deserved the truth.

"I... I'm not... I needed to come home because..."

Luke smiled softly and gently brushed away Michael's fringe with the tip of his fingers.

"Shhhh." Luke shushed. "Calm down. It's okay. You're home now, Michael. Everything is going to be alright."

No it's not, Michael thought. It's fucking not going to be alright. He tried to say something, but he couldn't stop crying. His heart hurt so much. He was so out of breath, Luke worried he might have a panic attack again, and grabbed his shoulders to lead him outside, on his porch, leaving Calum and Ashton in the doorway.

Luke gently sat Michael down on the swing.

"You're going to be ok, we'll find out what happened, Mikey" Luke said, sitting next to him, gently putting a hand on Michael's knee. "We've found your home! It can only get better from now."

The more Luke talked, the more Michael felt bad. He wanted to scream, to hold on Luke forever. He leaned in and held the blonde boy in a tight, desperate hug, his hands grasping Luke's shirt. It probably was their last hug, and the poor boy had no idea. Michael hugged him harder, harder. He wanted to remember. The softness of his curls against Michael's nose. The pace of his heartbeats. He needed to remember.

A familiar melody came back to Michael. He started humming in Luke's neck.

And I chase it down With a shot of truth Dancing through our house With the ghost of you

"Such a pretty voice, rose boy" Luke whispered. "I'll miss it." A slight breeze brushing through the roses broke the silence, the smell of the flowers almost making Michael sick. "But I'll hear it again, on the phone. We'll see each other again, this isn't the end. We'll call each other, right?" Luke grinned. He looked so happy. If you only knew, Michael thought, not answering. How in the world would he find the strength to tell Luke they'd never meet again?

As Ashton and Calum stepped out of the doorway and joined them on the porch, Michael suddenly had an idea.

"Let's have a walk around my neighborhood, you guys. Before you leave." He said, standing up, taking Luke's hand again. He was terrified but he tried not to show it. Luke's presence reassured him, though.

Ashton and Calum followed them, talking about everything and nothing, following Michael and Luke who walked around the pretty streets. Luke’s enthusiasm warmed the fringed boy’s sore heart, as he looked around, squeezing Michael's hand everytime he noticed something.

"Look, Mikey!! A park!! Do you remember that park? It looks nice. Peaceful."

Michael smiled. On the other side of the street, a small fence led to a park, so green it almost seemed unreal, with the distant sound of birds singing in the trees. "I do. I used to play in that park sometimes in the summer. It was nice." Unable to move, his gaze fell on the gate they had almost reached, right after the park entrance. He was terrified. But the pain in his chest was excruciating. He couldn't go on like this any longer. Michael stepped forward and turned right through the tall metallic gate, his eyes focused on what he was looking for.

The others stood still in surprise.

"Uh, Michael? Why are you leading us in... a cemetery?" Calum’s voice raised hesitantly as he noticed the tombstones around them.

Michael didn't turn around and went on, Luke's hand still in his. All he was thinking of what his nightmare, and that morning at the hotel.

"Please follow me. I know what I'm doing."

**********

The flashing lights dazzled Michael’s green eyes, his hands trying to grasp what he could find in front of him. A violent hiss hurt his ears. He wanted to put his hands on them to muffle the sound, but he couldn’t move. He was stuck in this position, forcing himself to look in front of him, all his senses overstimulated. He wanted to scream, but nothing came out. He was terrified.

Suddenly, a loud detonation. And darkness.

Michael opened his eyes, sat up, breathing heavily, sweat over his forehead, screaming his lungs out, his hands grasping the sheets. His chest felt like it was about to explode.

“Michael! Michael what’s going on? Are you okay?”

Michael couldn’t even process Luke’s words and immediatly ran to the bathroom of his hotel room to throw up, drops of sweat still running down his face. He lifted his head and watched his own reflection in the small mirror above the sink. He looked horrible. Dark bags under his eyes, messy, wet hair, drops of sweat running down his forehead. He let out a loud scream, his legs shaking under his own weight, and fell on the bathroom floor, holding his own body.

He knew what happened.

It wasn’t a nightmare. It was simply what had happened. Everything became clear in his mind now.

Michael was dead.

Michael was dead in a car accident.

That was why his chest hurt that much, that was why he was in pain. It was a hint of the shock which injured his body. How could he have forgotten. His nightmare was his own car accident.

He was dead. And somehow, the universe brought him to Luke. Why wasn’t he gone? Why wasn’t he... really dead?

He ignored the sound of Luke’s fists violently banging on the bathroom door. What was he supposed to do? He wanted to go home. Maybe he could find peace there. He stayed on the floor for a while. Suddenly noticing he didn’t hear anything from Luke anymore, he tried to get up, but the door got forced by Ashton’s shoulder, making Michael fall on the ground again.

Luke got in and rushed to him, kneeling down to hold his face. He looked so worried.

“Michael! Oh my god, Michael, are you okay? I heard you scream and I thought... I thought you...”

Luke’s eyes teared up and he held Michael’s face in his hands. Michael felt like he wanted to cry, to scream. But Luke would be devastated if he knew. He had to be strong, until they’d reach Greenfield.

“Don’t worry” Michael sobbed, now he was really crying. “I just had a nightmare again. It’s nothing. Soon they’ll be over, hopefully.”

Luke looked at him, confused, and brushed away his tears. Ashton was still standing there. Michael’s ears were buzzing, and he almost couldn’t hear what Ashton told him.

“Come on, Michael. Let’s get you cleaned up, and let’s leave. I’ll wait for you by the car.”

**********

Michael was looking for something, something to hold on to. He needed to know, he needed proof this was real. Dozens of stranger’s names passed by. Flowers everywhere, dates, death surrounding them. His own feet guided him to the back of the cemetery, following an unknown path. Luke was walking behind him, holding his breath, curious as to why Michael had brought them in such a place. Maybe he was looking for a relative who passed away? Luke stayed silent, looking around, confused, until he bumped into Michael who had suddenly frozen.

“Ouch! What’s going on, Michael?” Luke whined, rubbing his forehead.

He looked up and saw the back of Michael’s head. The boy had seen something and couldn’t move. Luke skirted around his shoulders to see what he was seeing. He gasped loudly.

Michael had stopped in front of a simple, grey, gravestone, standing in silence. No flowers, no fancy decorations. Just a block of stone in a rounded shape, and capital letters graved on them.

“Michael, what does this mean?” Ashton suddenly appeared behind them, confused as to why in the hell they were in a graveyard. His gaze turned to Luke and his confused expression, and Ashton’s hazel eyes suddenly flashed in concern. He followed Michael’s gaze to the name which was graved on the stone they were standing in front of.

MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD

Michael stood there, staring at the proof he had been looking for, but not hoping for. A single tear rolled down his cheek. The pain in his chest had faded away, almost faded away. The sight of Luke next to him answered all of his questions.

“You’re... you’re...” Luke muttered, holding back his tears.

“I realized something this morning, Luke.” Michael whispered, taking both of Luke’s hands in his again. The contact made him shiver. He wanted to feel, he wanted to be alive. But he could already feel his body and his sensations got more and more transparent, and dull. “The reason why we met. The reason why I’m in pain. The reason why I’m having nightmares.”

Luke was really crying now. Maybe he already knew what Michael was about to tell him. Either way, he wouldn’t believe it.

“The reason why... I can’t stay by your side.” Michael’s voice broke. It was so, so hard. Luke angrily wiped away his own tears with the back of his hand.

“I don’t understand, Michael. What does this mean? What does this mean...” The blonde boy repeated, his eyes not leaving Michael’s through the tears.

“You remember what I said in the car? About how you meet your soulmate when you die?”

Luke nodded, encouraging him to continue, though he was sobbing uncontrollably.

“That’s what happened to me.”

Luke’s eyes widened.

“All my life, I was only concerned about my success, never about the fact I had never found someone who just... gets me. I got to meet you, Luke, because you’re my soulmate. I firmly believe it. The world sent me to you, as a last chance to meet you. Before we’ll meet again. In another life.”

Luke’s grip tightened on Michael’s fingers, so hard he could’ve broken them.

“I’m dead, Luke. This is my grave. I died in a car accident, last week. That’s why I have these bruises. That’s why I got this tattoo. That’s why I’m in pain. I am dead.”

“N-No” Luke whispered. “You’re lying.”

“I’m sorry. I need to go. I’m so sorry.”

Luke cried silently. Michael bent forward, his forehead touching Luke’s. He let go of Luke’s hands to cup his face, and then gently kissed Luke’s forehead. The whole world was quiet.

“I love you.”

Luke’s blue eyes sparkled through his tears as a response. Michael had enlightened his life. In only a few days, he had learned love, peaking through the loneliness of his life like a shooting star in the night sky. Michael really was his soulmate. But he had to live on, with the memory of him.

“I’ll never be able to forget you” Luke sobbed.

“That’s alright” Michael whispered, brushing his fingers on Luke’s wet cheek. “You don’t have to. I’ll always be by your side. Until we meet again.”

Luke pulled Michael in a hug, the kind of hug he would never forget. Breathing in Michael’s soft smell one last time, the way he felt in his arms, the contact of his skin, his laugh, his voice. He didn’t want to forget. Michael was right. He wouldn’t have to. Michael’s memory would linger with him as long as he was alive.

“Until we meet again” Luke breathed, letting go of Michael. They stared deeply in each other’s eyes one last time. The light in the boy’s green eyes was already fading. Michael turned to Calum and Ashton, who were standing there in absolute shock.

“Thank you. For everything.”

Though Calum looked confused, he smiled widely. Ashton nodded, but his eyes looked like they were thanking him back. For Luke, Michael thought as he saw Ashton’s emotional expression.

The sun shining right on Michael’s face, he suddenly realized his chest didn’t hurt anymore. He sighed deeply, turned around one last time to see Luke’s face, and then walked to the unknown, the image of what he used to be slowly fading away, like butterflies flying to the sky in a light breeze. He wasn’t afraid anymore. A last flash of the color of the sky reminded him of Luke’s eyes. He was in peace.

Luke kneeled in front of the gravestone, his eyes fixed on the point where Michael’s image had slowly disappeared only a few seconds before. He stayed like this for minutes, but it felt like hours. Time stood still. He heard Calum and Ashton moving towards him, each of them putting a hand on his shoulders. They didn’t say anything, until Luke slowly got up and turned around to see his friends, a peaceful smile appearing under his teary, sore eyes.

“Let’s go home.”

#i'm EMO this is the end :(((#i hope you liked it!!!#pls tell me what u think!!!!!!#i was crying most of the time while writing this :') fuck me and my feelings #muke makes me emo tho.....#writing sessions at 3am aren't THAT healthy i have to say #anyway!!!!!#fics #muke clemmings #fluff #home #5sos fic #5sos fanfic #fanfiction #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood

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aquietwritingcorner · 4 years

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Moms Made Fullmetal 2020 Day 5

Word Count: 2263 Author: Katie/Ally; RealityBreakGirl Rating: G Characters: Jean Havoc, Mama Havoc (Marie Havoc), Dad Havoc (Thomas Havoc) Rebecca Catalina Prompt: Advice/Comfort/Bed-Time Story Summary: Marie Havoc does a little reflecting on her boy Jean and the many trials and tribulations of his love life.

Advice/Comfort/Bed-Time Story

When her boy was young he had thrived on bedtime stories. Jean would bound into bed, bouncing on it as he scrambled under the covers begging Marie to read him bedtime stories. He loved the adventure stories, the ones with the gallant heroes that saved the day, or worked with other good men to save the day, and in the end they got the girl, their true love. His eyes would shine at the idea of this perfect life, and he would swear to always protect her and his sisters. He had taken those stories to heart and worked hard to live up to those stories, trying to do the right thing, trying to work hard to help his family, and always being kind to and protecting the girls around him, and anyone who seemed weaker.

Honestly, it was enough to make a mama proud, with how hard her son tried to live like the gallant heroes he read about, and slowly those characteristics became part of him. By the time 7he started school, he was already a little charmer, always ready to help out whoever needed it, especially women and girls. He played rough and tumble with the other boys, of course, but he wasn’t afraid to trounce one (or be trounced himself) if he thought that he was doing the right thing.

But these stories had also made her poor son a romantic at heart, and that had led to heartbreak for him more than once over the years, with a few incidents standing out more then others amid all the crushes and broken hearts.

This first time her son had come home with a crush on a girl (and not his teacher), he hadn’t even realized that was what it was. Maria and Thomas had exchanged glances, knowing that was what was going on. He was seven, she was cute thing in his class, and he was always showing out around her, more so then he did for all the other girls. But it had backfired on him, the little girl turning up her nose at him, and being more interested in another little boy. That boy and Jean had gotten into a fight one day and Marie had needed to come to the school to pick him up. When she had asked him why he had gotten into a fight, he genuinely didn’t know why just that “he was getting’ on my nerves and made me so angry the way he was hangin’ ‘round Sophia!”

He may not have realized why it made him so angry, but she did, and it wasn’t the last time her Jean-Bean would find himself upset over girls.

When the hormones hit, and romanced bloomed in his heart more then before, there had been a line of crushes and minor heart breaks for a mama to fix. It was amazing what a slice (or three) of pie and some hot chocolate or cider could do to mend a boy’s heart. But crushes don’t last forever, and at some point she knew he’d experience his first true love. She just hoped that it really would be true love.

When he was fifteen it happened. He was convinced that he was in love. And honestly? Marie couldn’t say that he wasn’t. He and the girl, young Wilhelmina were sweethearts in school. They spent a few months flirting, and a year dating. He was head over heels, and absolutely smitten. As far as he was concerned, she hung the moon, and he devoted most of his free time and money towards her. He did his best to treat her right, even sacrificing some of the things he loved and he wanted to do just for her. He treated her like a queen, and Marie wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if he asked her to marry him when they were a bit older.

As for Wilhelmina, Marie wasn’t as sure about her. Something about that girl seemed off, especially as they grew a little older and started to look more towards their futures.

And then, when he was sixteen, she broke it off with him, and his heart was shattered. Marie couldn’t say that she was surprised. But it hurt Marie to see her son so broken up. He cried for the first time in years, although he tried hard not to. Marie could see through it, though, and she knew. A mother always does.

“Why, mom?” he had said to her one night, a tremble in his deepening voice. “Why would she do that to me?”

“Oh, Jean-bean, I don’t know,” she said. “Some girls, they just like playing with boys’ hearts. And sometimes, no matter how much you wish it, it just isn’t to be. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“That’s not how it feels. I worked hard, Ma. I got her pretty things and I loved her, and I said if she’d just wait until graduation I’d marry her and then we could get jobs, and I’d work hard to get her what she wanted. But she just—she threw it all back in my face! She said it was too much and I was overbearin’ and—and--” His voice choked up, and Marie’s heart broke for him.

“There’s one out there for you, Jean, one much better than Wilhelmina. One that’ll appreciate you and all you do for her. You’ll meet her when the time is right.”

She had done her best to comfort him, but there was only so much to be done for a broken heart, even for a mother. He threw himself into working hard at the store, into hunting and fishing, into taking care of his brothers and sisters and cousins, into target practice. He dated around a little, trying to get over Wilhelmina, but nothing ever seemed to stick. He just seemed to mire down deeper in his ache, especially when he saw Wilhelmina dating other boys. And Marie noticed, for the first time, that his adventure stories on his shelves went untouched.

It worried her. They had always been so much a part of him. What would he do, if he lost faith in them?

But when a soldier came to talk to his class about joining the military, it was like when he had heard those bedtime stories as a child. He latched onto the idea of helping his country, protecting innocent people, and, of course, of getting the girl. He was such a romantic, her son.

And while she was encouraged that he had found something to live for again, she still worried. She especially worried when he sat down one day to talk to them about joining up after graduation.

“Are you sure, Jean? War is a dangerous place.”

“I’m sure, Ma,” he said, all of seventeen years old, and yet sounding confident. “It’s a great opportunity. I can travel the country, help people—all the things I’ve always wanted to do.”

“Your mother has a point, son,” Thomas said. “Those things are all well and good, but you can’t forget that it is the military. You will be called on to fight, and there are consequences to that.”

Jean frowned. “Yeah, I know that. I’ve heard Uncle Gregor and Uncle Darren talk about it. And some of the other men. And I’ve seen Old Man Muke’s leg.” His face turned serious, and Marie felt her heart ache. Where had her little boy gone? “But I think this is what’s best for me. I—I’m stuck here. Not that I don’t want to be here or love y’all or think you’re holdin’ me down or anything. I just… I just need to go for a while. I think it’ll be good for me. I think it’s what I need.”

Marie understood what he was saying, but every part of her wanted to keep him here with here. Thomas, though, nodded as if he understood, and she supposed that maybe he did. Even she had to admit that it was hard to get over your first love when you saw her practically every day and then saw her getting courted. They agreed, and it was like someone had lit his spark again.

As soon as he graduated from school, he was shipping out for the military. Marie had to admit, it seemed to be a good fit for him. He was thriving and, even though she had worried at first about all the girls he wrote home about, it seemed that her Jean was still a romantic, and still looking for love and not a quick fling. (Although she was sure he was having those too and stars help him if he got a girl pregnant). He was enthusiastic about his career, and he wrote her often about his work, the people he worked with, his friends, and the girls.

She had thought, at one time, that he had brought a girl home, one that he worked with. Marie had remembered her name from some of the letters he had sent her when he was at the academy, and she had turned into a lovely woman. She was quiet, but not meek by any turn of the word. Strong, capable, kind, polite, and very pretty too, with her short blonde hair. She was nothing like the women that he had gravitated towards before, ones that needed protecting and wanted to be fawned over. Marie thought that it would be a good match. But it was clear that she was in love with someone else, deeply so, and Marie had reluctantly let that go, no matter how much of a good match she thought it might have been.

The worst of his heartbreaks had come during the worst time of his life, and Marie knew that the two were entangled together. His paralysis and return home had been hard. It had been a huge hit to her son’s self-esteem and self-worth, leaving him in a depression no matter how much he tried to act as if it didn’t. When he told her that the woman he was dating had a part in injuring him, had used him to draw his team in, it explained why the whole situation had hit him so hard. Her heart had broken for her Jean, and she had feared that this last woman had not only taken his legs from him but had taken her boy’s romantic heart from him as well. He was no longer interested in talking up the pretty women who came in the store, although he was as chivalrous and polite as ever. But there was something in it that was gone.

A mother could only do so much. His heart heal on his own, if it ever would, and she feared that it wouldn’t.

Fortunately, it did, but it didn’t heal in the same way as before. Jean had always fallen in love hard and fast. That was just how her son’s heart had worked, and she had come to expect that. But as he sent her letters when he went back to Central for treatment, she began to notice how different they were. He no longer prattled on about this girl or that girl, but instead seemed be focus in on his worth, and the health and safety of his teammates. A few girls that weren’t related to work would show up here and there, but he never had much to say about them. If any girls were mentioned, it was either in a work for friendly context, although slowly, a name or two started to pop up a bit more than the others.

When Jean wrote to say that he was coming home for some leave, one day, and had someone he wanted to bring with him, well, her heart sored. Marie was more than happy to get to know this young woman whose name had come up again and again in her son’s letters. She had met her briefly before, but she hadn’t had the chance to get to know her. This time would be different. Rebecca Catalina was a dark-haired beauty, confident, and could stand toe to toe with anyone she came across. She was loud, fiery, and teased, and made no apologies for being who she was. She was the exact opposite of the type of women that Jean had chased after before.

She was everything she thought her son needed. He didn’t need a wilting flower or someone who needed to be rescued. He needed someone who could stand with him. He needed someone who could keep him on his toes. He needed someone could match him. This woman fit all of this and better than anyone else Marie had seen. And it was clear that she and Jean adored each other just by watching the way they instinctively gravitated towards each other. The family welcomed Rebecca in gladly, and she slid right in as if she had always belonged.

And Marie’s heart soared to see it.

“Hey, Ma?”

“Yes, son?” She paused in washing her dishes, and turned to look at Jean, who was fidgeting slightly, a habit he’d had since boyhood. Thomas, who was in the kitchen as well, looked up from his newspaper.

“Can I ask you and dad for some advice?”

She exchanged a look with Thomas. “Of course you can. Anytime.”

“…How do you propose to a girl?”

Marie couldn’t help the wide grin that spread on her face. It seemed that her son had finally found the true love of his story.

#moms-made-fullmetal-2020 #fullmetal alchemist #fma fanfic #fma fanfiction #Jean Havoc #Mama Havoc #Rebecca Catalina #Havolina

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tran5rightsos · 4 years

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alright i have no idea if you're still doing the blurb prompts but im sending this anyways cause i've been thinking about Reanimate so much rn. could you do "why didn’t you tell me?” with muke, maybe a little angsty but mostly comfort/fluff??? and of course in the reanimate universe (i love the series so so much).

Sorry this took so long. I had an idea but I finally figured out what to do with it today. There’s comfort, but way more angst than you probably wanted, but I hope I made up for it with a few lore insights.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Doctor Adams demanded, gripping L2U’s arm hard, “Infection needs to be reported the moment you notice it.”

“I didn’t realise,” L2U lied weakly, “I’ve never had an infection before.”

Which was technically true, but foundations came with knowledge of infection and how to recognise them and Doctor Adams knew that.

“Do you need to be disciplined?”

“No.”

Adams released L2U with a shove. “Go to Discipline,” she commanded, picking up his file, “I’m booking you into solitary for the rest of the day. Never lie to me again.”

L2U nodded, head spinning. Foundational memories of a stark white room filled his mind. Not wanting to be booked in for longer, he hurried out of the lab and nearly ran to Discipline, earning a number of confused looks from passing researchers and reanimates alike.

A team was ready when he got there and was directed to a lab. They stuck a needle of antibiotic into his arm, cleaned and rebandaged his wound and told him to strip. A skintight band was strapped to his arm, a researcher read out his vitals as his fingernails were trimmed short and then he was told to step into the next room.

The next room being the one from his memories.

The lights were dimmer than he expected, but there wasn’t much to see anyway. The circular wall, and floor were stark white, the only splash of colour in the room being L2U’s own skin. Even the ceiling was designed so that the lights themselves couldn’t be seen. The floor was soft under L2U’s feet, spongy, even. He touched the wall and found that it seemed to be made of the same material.

L2U’s terror subsided and he realised that this wasn’t so bad. There wasn’t much to do, but at least he could lay down. The floor was nice on his skin. He even started to doze off, but right before he could get there and loud siren went off and the ceiling flashed brightly.

Sitting up, L2U looked at the door, just a rectangle of the same material the wall and floor were made of from this side, wondering if there was some kind of emergency happening. The siren and flashing stopped as abruptly as they started, though, and the door didn’t open.

The same thing happened every time L2U tried to sleep and he quickly realised that he wasn’t allowed to. He tried pacing, but there wasn’t enough room to do it comfortably and he kept wondering how long he’d been in there. How could he tell? There wasn’t a clock. Maybe counting would help. He made it to the three hundreds before losing track and starting again, this time making it two hundred and fifty something and wondering if the researchers who’d sent him in were watching him.

What if they weren’t? What if they forgot he was in here? L2U hit the wall with his hand. It didn’t make a sound. He hit it harder, but it wasn’t much louder. He stomped as hard as he could to the same effect. Who would hear him if they’d forgotten? He went to the door.

“Hello?” he called, “Something’s wrong! My stomach hurts!”

The door didn’t open.

Had the shot they gave him been enough? Was the infection spreading?

“Help!”

His head hurt. He sat on the floor and held it, gasping for breath. They were expiring him. They knew about the pills and they were angry, not telling Doctor Adams about the infection in his wound had been the final straw.

M1C.

If they knew about L2U, they knew about him, too. Were they expiring him right now? Was he locked in a small white room just like this one?

L2U tried banging on the soft door again.

“I’m sorry!” he screamed, “I won’t do it again, let me out!”

He kept screaming until his voice gave out. Another symptom of the infection slowly expiring him? Fluid was leaking from his eyes and nose, his face was soaked with it. Was he going to go blind? It was taking so long. How long had he been in here? Minutes? Hours? Days?

The white was hurting L2U’s head. He scratched at his arms and legs with his too-short nails, succeeding in reddening the skin somewhat. He kept going, watching colour slowly bloom until, by some miracle, the door opened.

L2U stared up at the researcher looking down at him, unsure of what to do.

“Get up.”

He stood.

The researcher turned and left.

L2U ran to the door before it could close and pushed past, wincing against the bright lights of the lab. The researchers took the arm band off and told him to put his gown and slippers back on, volunteering no explanation for anything.

“My stomach hurts,” L2U told them when they said he could leave.

“Go to dinner.”

“But the infection-”

“You were given a shot for it.”

L2U didn’t want to make them angry again, so he hurried out, making for Domestic. He’d nearly reached the mess hall before remembering M1C and turning to run to their room.

To his surprise and relief, M1C was there on his cot when he got there.

“You weren’t at-”

“Mike-One.” L2U cut him off, diving onto the cot and squeezing him tightly.

“I thought they expired you.”

“What? Why?” M1C asked in bewilderment.

“I didn’t tell Doctor Adams that my arm was getting infected, so she sent me to Discipline for solitary confinement,” L2U confessed, feeling his eyes warm, “I thought they found out about the pills.”

M1C stiffened, then embraced L2U back. “No one sent me to Discipline,” he assured him, “I don’t think they know, but we’re gonna be more careful now, yeah?”

L2U nodded, salty fluid dripping from his eyes.

“Alfa-Five made more pictures, do you wanna see?”

“Okay.”

M1C extracted himself from L2U’s arms and went to A5H’s footlocker, taking out one of its books. He sat on the cot against the wall and pulled L2U close, giving his arm a comforting rub before opening the book.

He flipped through the pages they’d already seen when going through it while A5H wasn’t around before, theorising about what everything could be. There were a lot of abstract shapes and colours, but some looked like they were meant to be things, like the boxes with rows of squares running along their lengths.

“Check this one out,” M1C said, when they reached the pictures of people.

He flipped a page and L2U was met with a grey picture of M1C in the mess hall with a reanimate with curly hair much longer than they were allowed to have.

“Who’s that?”

“You.”

L2U took the book and peered at the reanimate. “Why is my hair like that?”

“Dunno. Alfa-Five’s weird.”

“Didn’t recognise it at first,” L2U laughed.

“I did.” M1C shifted. “It was weird, but for a second I felt like you actually did have hair like that. Kinda medium coloured, like Doctor Cooke. I forgot you’ve never had it longer than like a centimetre.”

L2U hummed. “Weird.”

“Yeah.”

L2U’s stomach made a noise and he dropped the book in alarm. “Mike-One!”

M1C sat up. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m expiring, my stomach feels really weird.”

M1C’s eyes widened. “Did you have lunch?”

“No?”

M1C relaxed and got off the cot. “I think you’re hungry. We should get dinner.”

“Hungry?”

“It makes your stomach feel weird,” M1C said, returning the book to A5H’s footlocker, “If you’re still feeling bad later, I’ll take you to Emergency.”

His calmness made L2U feel better. “Okay.”

M1C pulled him off the cot, frowning at his arms. “What happened?”

“I scratched them. I was really sick-feeling.”

M1C pulled him in for another embrace. “Once we get out of here, they’re never gonna be able to do that to you again.”

L2U squeezed him back. “I can’t wait.”

#blurb #au: reanimate #:**

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thisisthestoryofanotherus · 6 years

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Disney With Luke Hemmings

So this is the request for that fluffy disney date from like years ago it seems... Also been gone for awhile and hope to post more soon! Thanks guys for all the love i still get <3 Hope you enjoy!!

I found this in my drafts......from MONTHS ago so hope you like it!

What could be better than a family vacation at Disney? I mean even at 19 you loved the place…it did help you had younger siblings though to make it seem not so weird that you were there. You had to admit though, you were a little envious of your younger sister who was all dressed up as her favorite princess: Belle. Oh how you'd love to wear a dress and crown for a day…oh well. Your younger brother was slightly older, 13, so he insisted you do all the rides. So while your parents and younger sister were at the Dumbo ride and such, you and your brother were at California Adventure, just getting in line at California Screamin'. The name was accurate, you could hear the screams even from this far back in line…and wow did you have a long time to wait.

"This ride better be good if we're going to be here for like an hour" Your brother, Jason, said, gesturing to the sign that said "Estimated wait time: 1 hour" in bright letters.

"Ughhhhh….agreed"

Just then the line moved up a bit.

"Well who knows? Maybe the wait won't be so long after all" You winked, and moved closer to the guys talking in front of you. It was then, that even though their backs were towards you, you realized just who was standing in front of you.

You must have froze, mouth open you were sure, staring at the guys in front of you, because suddenly your brother was waving his hands in front of you, pulling you out of your daze.

"Earth to Y/n….hellooooo???"

"What?" You asked, shaking your head.

"I said what time are we supposed to meet mom and dad for lunch?"

"Um…12…"

"We'll be cutting it short then. What's the matter with you anyway you see a ghost?"

Then one of the guys looked back behind him, catching your eye. You immediately looked down, feeling as though he knew you were staring at him. He laughed, and lightly shoved the guy next to him. Then, much to your surprise, turned around to face you.

"Hi!" He smiled. "Nice shirt"

You eyes drifted towards your old 5sos band tee you got when you saw them last summer. You laughed then, and suddenly gained back your confidence.

"Thanks! It's my favorite band. You ever hear of them?"

They both laughed at that.

"No not at all..they any good?" The other guy said.

"Hmmmm….not really" You said giving them both a wink. "So, why is Muke waiting in line? Don't you have the money to get those fast passes?"

"Yeah well we're not as rich as people would think, plus we booked our tickets too late" Luke, the guy who initially saw you said.

"And we'll just let the Muke thing slide" Michael laughed.

"Wait a second! You guys aren't the dudes from that band my sister is obsessed with??!" You brother said, surprised.

"Obsessed?" Luke said, raising an eyebrow at you.

You just rolled your eyes.

"What's up? My name's Michael" Michael said, giving Jason a fist bump.

"Luke" Luke said, nodding.

"Hey…." Jason said

"So you like our music too?" Michael asked your brother.

"Not really….I mean it's fine….but I prefer rap"

"Oh yeah? Who you listen to?" Michael asked him

Next thing you knew, they were both in a serious discussion about music, swapping their favorite artists and such.

"I bet my brother is having a heart attack right now realizing you guys listen to his music, even though you make stuff he hates" You laughed.

"Wow he doesn't like us that much?" Luke asked, a bit of hurt in his voice.

"No it's not that, honestly I think he doesn't mind your music. He just prefers his own. And me listening to you guys and bands like you all the time makes him not like the whole pop punk genre. Or at least claim to…"

"Haha yeah I understand that"

"So how's your guy's break going? Making any progress towards that new album?"

"Haha smooth. No I can't tell you much about the album, only that yes we're working on it. And our break…it's been great. Of course I still miss the stage"

"Yeah I bet it's amazing…"

"Yeah…what about you? How's your summer going?"

"Ugh, college classes just finished, so enjoying my break with a family trip to Cali! Or at least trying to" You laughed.

"Haha that bad?"

"Well you know how family can be…but overall having fun"

"Ugh ya I get it"

You guys talked for a while longer and before you knew it you were in the front of the line. You ended up sitting next to Luke. As the bars closed over you, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. Luke seemed to notice.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I love roller coasters don't get me wrong, but the start always gets me a little scared"

"Hey it'll be fine. Been on this ride a million times! It's one of my favorites. Just breathe…"

He then surprised you by placing his hand in yours.

"Thanks Luke" You said, squeezing his hand.

Just then the ride started, you holding his hand the entire time.

When it finally ended, your throat was a little sore from laughing and screaming. Looking over at the guys you could tell they had just as much fun as you did.

"Definitely worth that wait!" Michael yelled.

"You forget how long we were standing there" Your brother laughed. "Oh hey Y/n! We gotta go eat now, I'm starving!!"

"Oh yeah we better go find them before our parents have a heart attack and start calling the national guard to find us" You laughed.

"Yeah we promised to go meet the rest of our friends too" Michael said.

"That's right" Luke said, biting his lip.

"Well hey it was really nice meeting you guys though! This was a lot of fun!"

"Yeah thanks! See you later Mikey, and Luke" Your brother said giving each of them fist bumps.

You then gave Michael a hug, and then turned to give Luke one. He hugged you back, but then grabbed your arms when you turned to go.

"So Y/n, how long you here in Cali for?"

"A week. I'll be here in Disneyland for a few days then LA…why?"

"Well I was just wondering…"

"*cough cough* ask her out already *cough cough*" Your brother coughed under his breath, which made Michael laugh.

"Um..well I was just thinking when you're in LA maybe we can meet up, get some dinner maybe?" He asked, turning slightly red

"I'd love too" You smiled.

"Great" He grinned. He then pulled out his phone, to which you added your number.

"See you soon Luke" You smiled. "And bye Mikey!" You waved as you started to walk away. Unable to believe the incredible day you were having.

"So does this mean you're gonna be famous now since you're gonna start dating that dude? "your brother teased.

You just rolled your eyes.

Thanks for reading!!! -Lydia

#luke hemmings #luke 5sos #luke hemmings imagines #luke hemmings au #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #5sos au #calum hood #michael clifford #ashton irwin

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1, 7, 14, 15, 20, & 31 for the writing asks? -megs 💙

1. Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

okay I have a short one called extraordinary magic that I've been meaning to expand on for literally a year and a half idk if that counts but I just feel like there's so much potential there that I just never tapped into bc I couldn't get a vibe for muke, that being said I have been writing almost exclusively them for the last couple months so maybe I should go back to it and revamp a little

7. Your favorite ao3 tag.

I'm a big fan of just the basic idiots to lovers, I feel like that says a lot without saying anything. I also like when people's jobs are tagged when it's either nontraditional or unexpected like hazel's dancer michael tag had me so 👀👀 (great fic you should read it)

14. Write and share the first sentence of a new fic. Just that.

is it cheating to use the line I wrote last night and didn't follow up on? okay new sentence (welcome to the How Many Commas Can I Use In One Sentence game)

There's no such thing as good luck charms, he tells himself, and yet the reason he's been handed this project is waiting outside the door, all smiles and sparkling eyes, ready to congratulate or comfort him, and no other explanation really makes sense.

I rearranged this sentence twice to use fewer commas you're welcome

15. What’s your favorite plotless fic you have written?

does street lightning have a plot? I don't think so, right? that one for sure

20. Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you?

I'll dabble in a handful of projects until one of them gets going and then I'm one track mind on that one until either it's done or it stalls, I'm not usually one to go all in on more than one story at a time, or else I start to kind of blend worlds and that doesn't usually work tho I do love worldbuilding and will go off on tangents Often with the excuse that it helps me shape my characters even tho most of that stuff doesn't ever reach a wider audience

31. What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?

my trouble is fic mostly bc it was the first original story I successfully wrote that was longer than a few thousand words (shout out to maggie calumsclifford for being my cheerleader with that one)

#megs!#i want to write more fairy luke it's such a cute idea but it's so! just barely out of reach! my brain won't let me touch it!#same vibe i'd like to write more sea creature ash that was a fun one #@teresa if u see this and draw more of them... i will write 👀

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 6 months

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Smut - Morning Sex Masterlist

Baby You Are Lucky Cause You Are Rocking With The Best (I'm Greedy) (ao3) - Migs michael/ashton E, 2k

Summary: "You know we can't baby. You are due for your shots soon." Ashton says as he carefully pushes three fingers inside now slick gushing omega.

"I don't care." Michael moans as he feels Ashton's fingers bottoming out inside him. "I just wanna feel you inside me. It's been so long." Michael pouts.

And Ashton knows this is a bad idea but he has always been a sucker for Michael's pout.

OR: Mashton side story

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms And if you like having secret little rendezvous (ao3) - dramionedarlings luke/ashton E, 1k

Summary: Ashton and Luke have really fluffy morning sex.

"daddy give me cummies this morning?" (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton E, 2k

Summary: "such a beautiful boy, daddys beautiful little boy," he praises close to calums ear, kissing the lobe and gripping his thigh. he knew talking like this would get calum woken up in his head space-which hes already in pretty much all of the time.

Good morning (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke E, 1k

Summary: Michael wakes up from a lovely wet dream his boyfriend next to him. very kinky morning sex happens. :)

I can't help it that I need you (ao3) - orphan_account michael/ashton E, 1k

Summary: " “Damn it Ashton, just fuck me already.” Michael groaned, getting impatient. As much as he loved Ashton teasing him, he wanted release now. “Pleeeease.” Ashton smirked against his jaw before he moved and brought Michael’s lips to his in a searing kiss. Tongues moved against one another as Ashton’s hand skimmed down the blonde’s body, getting slowly closer to where the blonde needed it most. "

Or Mashton morning sex

In The Heat Where You Lay (ao3) - merlypops michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: 'Ashton drew back and sucked at the tip for a moment, and Michael groaned as he pressed his head back into the pillows. "If this is how you apologise, we should fight more often," Michael mumbled, his voice rough with sleep and arousal, and Ashton grinned, licking his lips as Michael lifted his head to look at him again. "I thought that's what the sex yesterday was for though?" Ashton asked and, before Michael could answer, he sucked him back into his mouth again.'

It's Mashton's anniversary, Michael is sleepy, and Ashton just wants to give him his present.

it's too early for this (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke E, 867

Summary: Michael doesn't know what time it is, all he knows is that it's morning and Luke wants sex.

i was made to keep your body warm (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton E, 2k

Summary: There was a calm feeling in the air, despite the deep arousal flowing through both of them. Ashton pressed a hand to Luke's shoulder, gently slowing his movements to resume their unhurried pace.

or, lashton morning sex

Just Another Reason I Could Never Forget You (ao3) - MyMy michael/calum M, 2k

Summary: It's malum grinding one out in the too early morning.

making the most of the night (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/ashton E, 28k

Summary: “Cal! Have you met Luke?” Ashton has one arm around a tall blonde guy wearing a sheepish smile and a barely buttoned shirt, and he wraps his other around Calum, pulling him in close. “You should talk. You’ve got a lot in common. Shit exes, for example.”

Calum looks over this Luke person he apparently has a lot in common with, and he does seem a little familiar. Maybe Calum has met him before. But that doesn’t seem right either, because he thinks he’d remember meeting someone so…bright. Noticeable. Luke doesn’t exactly blend into a crowd. Calum’s not certain, though — he could’ve met Luke while he was super drunk or super tired or super distracted by his ex-boyfriend.

“Sure, yeah,” Calum agrees, dodging the question. “Luke, would you like to spend a fun evening talking about our shit exes and feeling sad about it?”

Morning Sexxxxx (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke E, 436

Summary: just basically short Muke smut (morning sex)

Never (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt michael/luke E, 41k

Summary: "I rub him through his jeans and he pushes against me as he sucks on my lips and scrapes his fingers across my back, undoubtedly leaving marks. After a minute I don’t think I can wait any longer so I sit up again and reach for the waistband of his jeans. His arms fall beside him and he reaches up to grip his hair, looking up at me with his swollen lips parted and eyes dark from being so dilated. He looks so wrecked and I haven’t even properly touched his dick yet."

Michael and Luke work together at a pizza shop and Michael seems to hate Luke but really he's just in denial. Michael's POV.

Work Up A Sweat (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) calum/ashton E, 3k

Summary: Calum wakes up alone, boyfriend missing from his bed. He finds Ashton in the living room, working out and can't help but sit down and watch, getting a little worked up himself. Calum most definitely doesn't have a kink for his boyfriend excercising, he just likes watching Ashton. A lot.

your string of lights is still bright to me (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum, bryana/ashton, luke/omc E, 81k

Summary: Michael is struggling to be the father his daughters need. Until he meets Calum again.

You Were A Vision In The Morning When The Light Came Through (You Were Red) (ao3) - Migs michael/calum E, 1k

Summary: The morning after.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #masterlists #smut #sex tw #morningsex #morningsex masterlist

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2nd-rate-film-school · 7 years

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Hey, so whenever I have an idea for a film or a short film, I can only ever get as far as maybe the first two minutes? Even if I have this whole massive concept in my head, I can only ever get the first two minutes down on paper. Either that or I literally don't know what will happen after those two minutes. Do you have any advice on how to combat this as some of my ideas I really want to film, but if I don't have a solid idea to pitch to actors then it's not going to go anywhere

Hello @muke-ro-wave

I think a lot of people have this problem and have no fear, there is a solution! Prewriting. Yes, it’s a thing, and it consists of all the steps that happen before the first draft. It includes outlining, storyboarding, worldbuilding, diagramming, character bios, etc.

The goal of prewriting is to not get stuck when writing your draft. If you outline your story, flesh out your characters, and develop your world, it makes the first draft SO much easier because you know the story direction and you know how your characters react to others and to situations.

Going deeper into prewriting, there are lots of methods to develop and come up with ideas. Below are a few techniques:

-Mind mapping. With this technique, you start with one idea and “branch” off of it to expand the idea and come up with related ideas. This is useful when you have a small idea and you want to build it into something coherent. Below is an example I found online.

-Build characters. This is very common when creating tv shows. Because TV is a more long-term medium, it tends to be character driven. Therefore, some writers build their characters first then simply “drop” them into different situations. Using this method, you’ve got to develop your characters’ backgrounds, know their goals, wants, and needs, give them flaws, and have some aspect of their personality cause conflict. (For example, the strict, pessimistic professor has to work with a carefree and optimistic TA. Conflicting personalities are interesting.)

-Worldbuilding. This is especially helpful when you are developing an idea involving a fictional/fantasy world. Write down questions about the world and come up with different answers for each. Where are the cities? How does geography affect culture? How and why do different cultures interact? Etc. From this world you can create history and pick from that history the most interesting stories.(Tolkien did this.)

-Sticky notes or separate lines. This is more for brainstorming. For each idea you have, put it on a separate line of a notebook or on a separate sticky note. When trying to work out a plot or character, sticky notes are nice because you can visualize, organize, and rearrange all the separate pieces. For brainstorming fresh ideas, I carry a notebook with me and write down one sentence ideas that pop into my head. It can be anything from an interesting concept, to a quote, to a character, to a piece of furniture you thought looked cool.

-Outline. This is the part of prewriting I stress the most. You need to know who is doing what, when, and why. These are the questions an outline should answer at the very least. Even people who don’t outline every detail of their story still have a basic idea where it is going. By outlining your story, you can always refer to it when you are stuck on a scene and ask how the scene gets toward the end, or changes the character or situation.

-Force yourself to write. Sit down with a computer or notebook for a set amount of time (maybe just 5 min. a day.) You aren’t allowed to do anything else for that time other than write. Maybe you won’t write anything, but if you keep doing it, you are going to feel as if time is wasted and you will eventually write something. It also keeps you thinking everyday about writing ideas and keeps you creatively active.

I hope these help,

Jules

#ask box #writing #prewriting #outline #screenplay #screenwriting #mind mapping #characterization #worldbuilding #brainstorming #my writing tips

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