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oh i didnt think you are a minor 😭 anyways....

about the bf!mikey, i really want something fluffy and funny, like getting drunk together for the first time or smth like that!!!!!!

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a minor until tuesday WOOOHOOO!

yes, i can tots work with that! that's actually so cute awwww stop— best friend mikey would be so fun when drinking i just know it, like he's def pulling out the most absurd drinking games only played out in whoop whoop—pleasegetthereference—just to make you laugh

bf!mikey fic coming soon!

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i turn eighteen next week, what do you guys think about me making a looooooong fic on wattpad about luke (think 2015, frat boy luke) but he's just broken up with Arzaylea and he ends up hooking up with the reader and it becomes a kinda "heal me and i'll heal you" fic because she pulls away and gets cold when people have crushes on her but he finds people who are mean/red-flags attractive, so he chanses after her in this weird, fwb situation?

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mhm mhm

i need a bf who has a lip ring and coincidentally looks identical to luke hemmings

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i wanna write a duplicity length/style fit for 5sos but are we ready for that?

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also, lemme ask u something- how old are u and where are u from?

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i'm from the nj area and i'm 17!

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BESTFRIEND!ASH MY BELOVED OMGGGGG I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!!!!!!! now pleasseeeee do bestfriend!michael, i really wanna see it!!!!!

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yes ofc!! any specific situation with bff!mikey?

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bestfriend!ash's midnight confession words: 1.3k request fill: none! genre: fluff, a little angsty? tw: drinking pretty heavily author's note: aww.

No matter how much time you spent with Ash— it never seemed to be enough.

Your parents thought he was a sweet boy who made the best of the tough situation he was born in. But besides that, they couldn’t possibly imagine him as anything other than your friend. They treated him like your sibling when he came over— and for the most part, Ash was okay with it! Even if they didn’t think of him as your boyfriend, they still had a positive image in their mind when they thought of him!

But what he wasn’t okay with was the fact that this idea had rubbed off onto you.

No matter what signals he threw in your direction, he seemed to find himself being friendzoned by you subconsciously. It was horrible. The worst bit of it, though, was the way you sent mixed signals right back at him in response. He couldn’t keep count of the number of nights you two had spent sleeping in his bed, wearing his shirt, resting on his chest while he rubbed your back in slow, gentle movements. But every single morning— right after all of those intimate moments between you two had been shared— you’d mention to Ash how great of a friend he was.

He had to do something about it.

That’s how he found himself outside of your house at midnight, a handful of pebbles he’d collected on his walk over, tossing them at the frame and pane of your window to try and get your attention. The air was warm, a harbinger of spring coming soon, so his outfit was simple. He’d thrown together a pair of busted-up jeans, a band tee he’d found lying on the laundry basket in his room, and a semi-dirty pair of converse. A thin zip-up was layered on top, over it slung over his shoulders was a black backpack, hanging low. Just as his arm raised to throw another stone at the glass, he saw the blinds being raised and a sluggish outline looking down at him.

“Let me in!..” He says in a hushed tone as he squints. Ash couldn’t see your face very well from the lack of light and the distance between you two, but he could tell by your delayed response and your bedhead that he’d woken you up.

“It’s midnight.” You grumble out, glaring down at the boy. He offers a mischievous grin.

“When has that ever stopped us from hanging out?” 

With an incredulous sigh, you clear the window seat below the window off and wave your arm at him. Ash lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. Grabbing hold of the fence below your bedroom, he hoists himself up and turns, grabbing the roof and scrambling onto the slope with very little coordination between his limbs. His hands latch onto the windowsill tightly and he pulls himself through the open space into your bedroom. “What’s with the backpack?..” Ash shrugs the bag off his shoulders and sets it onto your dresser. Unzipping it in one smooth motion, he reveals two bottles of liquor in his bag, smartly wrapped in a hoodie to avoid a very obvious clinking sound.

“Thought we could have a bit of fun before the weekend started.” Before you can protest his idea, he pulls out one of the bottles— a pineapple-flavoured vodka— and waves it in your face. “I got your favoriteeee….” 

You roll your eyes, but nonetheless, accept the drink and step back to sit on the corner of your bed. Taking a more lax approach, Ash grabs the other bottle and plops himself onto the mattress beside you, unscrewing the cap. “Cheers.” You do the same to your drink and tap the glass against his, bringing it up to your lips to take a sip.

Before you knew it, you and Ash were half-way through the bottles and your positions had changed dramatically.

You were laying on your stomach and facing him, who was lounging against your headboard with his bottle resting between his thighs. Tilting the bottle back and letting the flood down your throat, you continue to babble about some long gone point you were trying to make. “And that’s why I think tadpoles are just baby turtles— Ash? Ash, you listening?” 

He’d been zoned out for a while, staring at the same stitch in your comforter for the past five minutes. “What’s it gonna take?”

Your brows furrow a little at the lack of detail in the question. “What’dyu mean?”

“What’s it gonna take for you to stop calling me your friend?” His words were suspended in the thick tension swirling in the air as his eyes flickered from empty space to stare you down. His eyes were vacant, yet they held such intensity behind them that you felt compelled to look away. 

You couldn’t. 

“I mean, seriously— am I not good-looking enough? I know I dropped out of school and all that and that can’t help much… but I swear I’ve got enough money to spend it on you if that’s what it’s gonna take.” He looks serious as he says it all, scoffing a little at his own desperation. “I’m not kidding, just tell me what I can do, please..” You feel a twinge of guilt seeing him so distraught over it. Ash’s face was scrunched up in both confusion and hurt, both of which you had caused. “I mean— I’ve tried everything I could think of. ’ve tried being there for you when you’re down, I’ve taken you shopping when I knew damn well I had more important things at home to pay for, I‘ve even covered for you when your parents catch you sneaking back in!.. I don’t know how to break it down any simpler for you, y/n. Unless you’re intentionally ignoring my feelings— but that would be low.”

You find your words finally after his tangent. “That wasn’t my intention,” you begin softly, inching yourself closer to him and propping yourself up on your elbow. “I didn’t realize that’s what it was.” You knew that your words were probably reaching deaf ears. After years of being called a friend by your crush, their apology wasn’t going to seem as sincere as it was intended. “I just thought—” “What did you think, y/n? I’ve spent five years of my life following you around like a lovesick puppy doing nothing but hoping that one day you’d suddenly realize that I was here the entire time and that you wanted to be with me!.. I literally stole from my parents’ liquor cabinet just for tonight, y/n, knowing they’ll find out— but I did it because I knew you’d enjoy yourself!” He gestures to the bottle and cards his hands through his hair. “And I did it hoping you’d—” Before you can consider the possible consequences of your actions, you lurch forward– the bottle in your right hand extending to avoid a collision– and mash your lips against his. Your coordination was significantly depressed by the alcohol but neither seemed to mind. It had taken Ash a second to respond, but as his mind caught up and his arm snuck around you to pull your body against his. His vacant hand set his bottle down on the bedside table and quickly occupied itself on the side of your face, holding you in place. 

A few clumsy kisses later, you pull back to catch his attention. “I’m sorry, I’ve been stupid.” Your lips meet Ash’s for a couple more pecks before you continue. “I was stupid for not reading into things properly.” Meanwhile, the boy was shell shocked into silence as he stared in blissful awe. His crush had both apologized for not understanding the signals he was sending her way and kissed him in less than ten minutes. His lips turn up a little, dimples deepening on his flushed cheeks as he stutters out a response between surprised huffs. 

“Uhm… apology accepted?”

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you people are active tonight... (so am i)

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OMG THE FANFIC IS PERFECT :(((( I LOVE ROOMMATE!LUKE SO MUCH, HE’S SO SILLY AND SO SWEET I CAAAANNTTTT

also i really liked your writing!!! it's pretty good :)

excited for the next ones :p

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yayyyyyy!!! i'm so glad to hear you liked it!! trust the ash fic will be out later tonight, also if you have any suggestions, feel free to throw them out there!!!

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everything shower, perfume layered, eating creme brulee, and making a bestfriend!ash fic the world is healing <3

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PLEASE LETS BRING THIS BACKK

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roommate!luke sees you're having a rough day and decides to help out <3 words: 1.2k request fill: 🦊 genre: fluff awwww tw: luke can't cook :((( author's note: my first fic!

Luke knew from the moment you stumbled out of your bedroom, still throwing your work clothes on and fixing your hair into a presentable style, that the day had not started out well for you. He was hunched over a bowl of cereal at the kitchen counter as you set your purse down on the counter and rummaged through the cabinets for something to hold you over for the day. Your boss, unprofessional as ever, called you unexpectedly that morning to inform you that you would have to cover a shift for someone who’d called in sick. You’d tried to tell him that he couldn’t just take one of your vacation days from you— but seeing as you were a student and you didn’t have much money as is, you decided against provoking the man who signed your paychecks.

He sets his spoon down, still chewing on the bite that he had just taken, and leans against the counter to watch you. “Rough morning?” He inquires as he watches you grab a granola bar and a piece of fruit from the counter. He flinches a little at the force you use to shove your breakfast into your bag.

“Like you wouldn’t believe— my boss called this morning to tell me someone called out sick. I have to cover for them…” Your bag tips over as you continue to stuff it with your personal belongings and you let out a growl of frustration. He casually props it up again for you and rakes his hands through his blond hair. He was fortunate enough to have a job that didn’t require shifts like yours— only that at some point, he and his band members had an album ready to release. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?...” His voice is soft when he addresses you. From personal experience, he knew that being too nagging while someone was having a bad day could only make it worse. You shake your head a little, sighing in defeat as you slide your shoes over your socks. “No, it’s fine. I just had a shit ton of stuff I wanted to do around the house today— my laundry needs to be done and I was gonna vacuum and wash the dishes and I was gonna cook for us tonight, but I guess now we have to order. Again.” His lips form a thin line at the sound of your complaints. “Alright,” accepting your fate, you sling your bag over your shoulder and grab your keys. “I’m off. See you later.”

His head turns to follow your form hurrying out the door, eyebrows knitted together in sympathy. He looks around at the apartment. It wasn’t that dirty— surely he could do all this stuff for you, right?  After a moment of thought, he decided it was so insignificant that he’d start the chores later in the day. 

Now as he was elbow deep in dirty dishwater, bubbles overflowing onto the tile floor of the kitchen and head shoved into the crook of his neck to hold his phone in place, he wanted to go back in time and slap himself across the face.

“No— Ash, I’m telling you, the grease won’t come off! Ye–yeah, I’ve tried scrubbing harder, at this point the plate’s gonna break with how hard I’m scrubbing! C’mon, give me something else, y/n’s gonna be home in an hou— shit— in fifteen minutes!” He shouts into the phone over the sound of the sponge scraping over some dried, mystery residue stuck on it. He glances over at the stove, where the sauce in his pot is slowly beginning to rise and threaten to overboil. “Shit, I gotta go!.. The food’s gonna burn.” He sets the plate back into the sink and cleans his hands of the bubbles, rushing to the pot. He lowers the heat and stirs it a few times. “Fuck…” Resting his hands on his hips, he sighs a little. The vacuuming was finished and the dishes were almost done, but he was torn between the few plates left in the basin and the pasta sauce simmering on the stove. He thought cooking was going to be easy, after all, he’d called his mom to ask about what recipe to use— but it turned out to be impossible. The same went for your laundry, which he had to meticulously sort and wash in stages.

Turning the heat down, he resumes washing the dishes until there’s none left but the ones dripping on the drying rack. “Stupid dishwasher…” He kicks the machine as he passes it, cursing the broken appliance with a hushed anger.

Then he hears the door open. His head swivels around the kitchen for anything he might have forgotten to do. Meanwhile, you kick your shoes off and toss your bag onto the couch, slugging into the kitchen with a weary expression. Making your way towards the sink without a second thought, you reach in to grab one of the many dishes you expected to be waiting for you.

Your hand hits the bottom of the sink. You do a double-take as your eyes flicker down to the empty space. A soft grunt draws your attention to the stove, where Luke scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “You did the dishes?...” The slight break in your voice gives away just how exhausting your day at work was. His eyes soften and before he knows it, his arms are wrapping around your waist to pull you into a comforting embrace. He stoops down a little to rest his chin on the top of your head.

“And the laundry, and the vacuuming… it was awful, God— it was so awful.” He laughs a little under his breath, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet to sway the both of you playfully. He smiles when it garners a stifled giggle from you. “And I made pasta. I hope it’s good– it’s my mom’s recipe, but I’m not the best at cooking.” He pulls back a little and takes your hand, leading you to the stove to show off his culinary skills. A tired smile plays on your lips when you see the messy station, his phone still propped up on the utensil holder, and the pasta and sauce pots resting on the burners, still steaming. “I called my mom for this. I hope you’re grateful. I took about an hour out of her day trying to make this sauce.” “I am..” You assure him with a little breathless laugh. Your heart clenched at the thought of the boy scrambling around and holding things up to his camera so that his mom could ensure he was using the right ingredients. “I am.” You affirm again, gazing up at him with an appreciative grin. “Thank you for all this.”

He practically glows at the praise he’s receiving from you, a simper sneaking its way onto his slightly red cheeks. “Yeah, well— it was the bare minimum..” His voice trails off the more his smile grows and he clears his throat, two dishes for you. “You go sit down on the couch, we can watch a movie while we eat, okay? You pick tonight.” As he scoops pasta and sauce onto the bowl, you can’t help but let your gaze linger for a few seconds longer. Luke never knew how much his kindness affected other people, but you’d make sure to repay him when the opportunity presented itself.

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classmate!luke if you even care...

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i need a roommate!luke fanfic right now!!!!!!

can i be 🦊?

of course you can!

roomie!luke's such a sweetie— a little judgy, but a sweetheart! he'll learn your favorite songs and help you fold your laundry, but he's in your bf's dms on a spam acc like "have you ever thought about shaving your head? like bald— not a buzzcut. you'd look great!" because you mentioned one time a million years ago that you'd never date a bald man like he's going shopping with you and holding all your bags but he's putting your bf's notifications on silent because he thinks he texts you too much

you vs the man she tells you not to worry about (luke's determined to ruin his life) roommate!luke fanfic coming soon!

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yes!!! that's what i've been sayin!

Lets start posting like its old 5sos tumblr again 😭😭💔💔

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y'all school is kicking my ass, send in asks about 5sos headcanons

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-ˋˏ ༻❁Classmate!Luke❁༺ ˎˊ-

- becoming friends with Luke wasn't a walk in the park

- in high school, he was quiet

- the type to shove his head in a locker to avoid being seen

- he's got a few good friends, but getting more isn't exactly on his to-do list

- he'd much rather stick to playing his guitar at home, playing video games with Jack and Ben, and hoping to god he wouldn't be put in the spotlight for any particular reason in school

- but of course that was unavoidable

- because he had a project due for his English class and he was expected to present it to the entire class

- and he had a partner he didn't know— a girl named y/n

- of course it had to be a girl

- they weren't his forte at all

- as the band mentioned in a past interview, girls weren't that into any of them back in Australia

-. but you were a foreigner

- and the blond punk with dramatic fringe and baby blue eyes that darted down to the ground, seemingly unsure of every word he said, coupled with his well-taught manners wasn't someone you overlooked so quickly

- besides, a punk boyfriend could be cute.

- so as soon as the assignment was given and the students were dismissed by the bell, you couldn't stop yourself from following him to his locker and approaching him

- "you're Luke, right?"

- he seemed almost startled that you knew his name, hanging onto the open door of his locker with an unsure look in his eyes.

- he nods softly, looking back to the interior of the locker and rearranging some of his books to occupy himself

- "we're partners for the English presentation. i'm y/n." you offer a sympathetic smile, no stranger to the awkward feeling of meeting someone for the first time out of the blue

- "y/n." he repeated, looking away from the messy pile of books in his locker for a moment. the way he said the name was experimental. it was unfamiliar on his tongue, but he didn't mind it. he batted his eyes at you curiously, face void of any recognizable emotion.

- "'we're gunna have to work on the project some time soon.. when are you free?" you didn't want to waste his time. you'd never seen him late to a class once and you also didn't want to make him feel any more awkward than he already did.

- a soft hue of pink had risen on his cheeks and the back of his neck throughout the entire conversation

- "anytime, really.. i don't have much goin' on." he admits in a soft voice, eyes flickering back to the locker

- "how about tonight then? you could come over to mine?"

- you watched as a flurry of emotions raced through his eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck

- what was he thinking?

- "oh my god, a girl just invited me over to her house..." is what was racing through his mind

- he had never really hung out with a girl one-on-one, but he had seen his older brothers do it occasionally

- but that was a different kind of hang out

- but would it be awkward for a girl to be the one to initiate the hang out?

- no, because it wasn't that kind of hangout

- it was just for school work

- but his brothers always said the guy was supposed to invite the girl over— because that's what they did. that's what they were supposed to do.

- his mind was whirling with thoughts which were politely interrupted by your gentle voice trying to coax some sort of response from him

- until then, he'd just been staring thoughtlessly at the wall

- it was pure radio static up there

- "we can always do another night, it's not due for another—" "tonight."

- his hasty response after such a long delay startled you, but you could feel a little grin forming on your lips as he shot his eyes up to yours.

- "and we could.. ehm.. do it at my place, too... ifthatsokay." he rushes out the end of his sentence, hesitant to make you feel like he was being pushy

- something about the way he was unsure about every word he said made your cheeks grow hot.

- he was even cuter in person.

- "whatever makes you most comfortable." you respond cooly, taking out a post-it note and jotting something down in sharpie.

- "my MySpace, if you wanna let me know where exactly your house is."

- he looks down at the paper, a slight smile on his face as he nods.

- "yeah, yeah sure thing. uhm... see you tonight, then."

- as you gave him a friendly smile and brushed past him to get to your next class, he caught the scent of your perfume lingering in the air and it made him shiver

- maybe luke didn't hate presentations after all