#5sos inspiring many random things i do once again

[edge-oftheworld]

okay so i need to tell you guys about something over on my main acc. you remember that clip interviewing michael and luke asking 'have u ever been called...?' at wwwyf? the analogy of punk and yeast and bread and going in the oven?

yeah i basically built a whole movement around it. maybe that's an exaggeration. sourdough analogies about punk, i worked in doughnut economics which is about meeting everyones needs and caring for the planet (very punk right) and it's all very academic and then. all strung together by this one unhinged analogy that was definitely come up with on the spot.

random moments that save the world i guess. one day i'm gonna do something big and have to acknowledge these guys for helping me put my thoughts together and i need you guys to believe in me. we gonna fit humanity on that doughnut. all get some, all get paid. we gonna not exploit the planet. we gotta do this just so i can make that quote famous. and for the people and the planet i guess. but mostly because i want to see luke and michael's reactions when the movement takes off

[caramelcal]

heartbreak girl

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n: ik i have requests to write (i am writing them don’t worry !) but i got super inspired when i was listening to my bbys 5sos

the luke hemmings / luke patterson comparison videos ive seen are my favourites, love it when two fandoms collide lollll

disclaimer: i do not condone plagiarism on my work at all, this has not been posted on any other platforms, or on tumblr anywhere else but my account (rosemoonmist) if you see anyone plagiarizing mine (or anyone else’s work for that matter) please inform the rightful author ! thank you lovelies x 

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You call me up It's like a broken record Saying that your heart hurts That you'll never get over him getting over you And you end up crying And I end up lying 'Cause I'm just a sucker for anything that you do

You couldn’t stop playing the video. Ever since it was sent you from a random number, you couldn’t stop crying. The video was barely ten seconds long, but it was ten seconds that broke your heart. There your boyfriend was, clear as day, kissing a girl that wasn’t you.

It isn’t long before you heard the front door open and slam behind someone, reminding you of who you told to come over. Luke, your best friend since you guys met in the sandpit at six years old. When he accidentally pushed you in, so you kicked him in the nuts. You guys had been inseparable ever since.

Luke was your best friend, and you were his. You guys had been through everything together. When he first learned guitar, when you did gymnastics, when he joined a band, when you guys first went to high school, and now, your first heartbreak.

“y/n?” He calls from downstairs, looking around the dark room. He had learned from a young age to just come into your house without knocking, your house was his second home after all.

Of course, you do have a few female friends that you could have called but none of them knew you as well as Luke did and you knew Luke would be there with you through everything. He would understand. He would comfort you better than any girl ever could. You walked down the stairs, trying to keep your sobs in but once you caught eyes with Luke, the tears started to fall.

“Luke,” You let out, looking at the boy barely keeping yourself together.

“y/n/n, what’s wrong?” Luke questions, eyes wracking over your defeated posture before looking up at your puffy red eyes. It was clear you had been crying, but why?

“He- he-,” You cut yourself short, letting back a choked sob as you land at the bottom of the stairs, Luke walking closer to you, his face looking at you with concern, “Luke he was with another girl, he cheated-”

Mind wracking back over the video, you broke down into tears, falling into Luke’s now open arms. Suddenly, once you're in the arms of your best friend all of your walls come crashing down and you start to cry louder, letting out every emotion you felt that night. The sadness, betrayal, and overall heartbreak.

Luke holds the back of your head soothingly as you cry into his chest, playing softly with the hair on your head. By this point, he is supporting all of your weight but he doesn’t mind as he lifts you over to the couch, allowing you to continue crying in a more comfortable position than the awkward standing position you were in moments before.

Whilst Luke was sad hearing you cry, he was overcome with anger.  The fact that the scum would cheat, on you of all people. You were amazing, perfect even, so why would someone ever give away the chance of being with you? He knew he wouldn’t. Luke knew how much you loved and cared for the boy, Jack, and to see him cheat on you, he couldn’t help but be furious.

If he was being honest, the thing he wanted more than anything right now was to hook him right in the face. Punch him right where he stood, busting open his face so that no other girl would ever want to kiss him again. It’s what he deserves. Luke knew he was probably being a bit overprotective, but that didn’t matter to him, what mattered was that you were okay right now.

The last thing you needed in your state of fragility was Luke leaving you by yourself to set into the dickhead. Oh no, that could be done another time when you weren’t crying. What you truly needed right now was his comfort, so that’s what he gave you. He held you close, not even saying anything but hugging you closely, silently reminding you that he was here for you and always would be as you softly lulled into a sleep.

And when then phone call finally ends You say "Thanks for being a friend" And I'm going in circles again and again

I dedicate this song to you The one who never sees the truth That I can take away you hurt Heartbreak girl Hold you tight straight through the daylight I'm right here, when you gonna realise That I'm your cure? Heartbreak girl

Walking down the hall, Luke’s eyes catch onto you. Even though he’s been with you all weekend, comforting you after the video you saw on Friday, just looking at you is a sad reminder of how you are doing. A frown has fallen onto your face whilst you look over at something. Following your gaze, Luke finds him, Jack, with his arm wrapped around the girl in the video.

He wants to punch that stupid smirk off Jack’s face, then they’ll see who’s truly laughing. When Luke’s eyes drift back over to you, he feels his stomach dropping slightly. The look in your gaze makes you look broken, eyes conveying a sense of vulnerability that Luke didn’t think was possible. Maybe it’s just because Luke knows you better and knows how to read you better than everyone else, but he notices all of the changes in you. He sees how your eyes lacked the sparkle they usually had, your usual smile not present, even your outfit seemed a little dull. Nonetheless, you’re still gorgeous, Luke thinks so, but you look different; less lively.

All of this heartbreak just because of a stupid boy. One stupid hard-headed jock that doesn’t know how to truly value the important things in his life. The stupid jock that didn’t know how much you were truly worth.

Luke knows he could treat you so much better if you just gave him the chance to. If you looked his way instead of Jack’s. He would hold you close and never let you go, let you know just how much you meant to him and those truly important around you. He would watch you like the only person in the world because you were the only one that mattered. 

He doesn’t even realize he was staring at you until he hears a cough sound from behind him as Reggie puts an arm over his shoulder, smirking, “You’re staring, pal.”

Luke, who’s eyes briefly glanced over towards Reggie when the bassist spoke, glanced back at you quickly, sighing lightly in relief when he realizes you didn’t notice him staring at you. He shrugs half-heartedly, not noticing the knowing look that Reggie gives him as he speaks, “I can’t, Reg. I’m not supposed to like her like this, she’s my best friend.”

“Best friend or not, I see the way you look at her, everyone does but her,” Reggie says before patting his friend on the back.

“She still likes him Reg, and I’ve known her since we were six. She’s been in so many relationships yet she fell for the stupid jock,” Luke says, shaking his head as his fists clench at his sides. He doesn’t realize but his face contorts into anger, making Reggie smirk, “she deserves so much better. She deserves someone who’s going to appreciate her. Someone who will show her how much she means to them-”

“Someone like you?” Reggie asks, making Luke glance at him with an annoyed expression, huffing. Reggie shrugs his shoulders, “Just saying man if anyone knows y/n it’s you. You just gotta be there for her and she’ll realize how much you mean to her. I mean, everyone thinks you guys are meant for each other, soon she’ll see that too.”

I bite my tongue But I wanna scream out You could be with me now But I end up telling you what you wanna hear But you're not ready And it's so frustrating He treats you so bad and I'm so good to you, it's not fair

And when the phone call finally ends You say "I'll call you tomorrow at 10" And I'm stuck in the friendzone again and again

Luke is frustrated. It has been two weeks since his conversation with Reggie, and the hope Reggie had given him for pursuing a relationship was surely fizzling out. Reggie was wrong, that’s what Luke thought anyway. Not only had you not realized how much Luke was bending his back for you, going out of his way to comfort you, being there for you 24/7, you had been so utterly stupid. Jack had given you the most insincere apology known to man, and you were meeting up with him for a date.

It had been forty-seven minutes since you had left, not that Luke was counting or anything and he still hadn’t heard a word from you. No text, no call, nothing. Jack was probably taking up all of your attention with his boring jock stories or his lame jokes. He probably didn’t even compliment you when you arrived and that was practically criminal.

You had been all dressed up when you left, not that Jack would have even noticed, but Luke did. He noticed the way the outfit you wore looked perfect on you, complimenting everything about you and most importantly, how confident you felt in it. You deserved more than a boy that wouldn’t even tell you that you were pretty, Luke knew that, he just wished you did too. 

He paces around his room, feet aggressively hitting the ground. He wanted to punch something, to let out all of the anger and frustration that was itching, begging to be released. Yet, his anger was cut short when he heard his phone start to ring.

“Hello?”

“Lu?” Your voice sounded through his phone, ringing in his ears.

“Y/n?” Luke said in confusion, eyes glancing up at the time, “Aren’t you supposed to be on your date?”

You hesitate to answer, a complete silence hanging in the air until your light sniffles sound through the phone, “He didn’t show, Lu. M-My mom dropped me off, I don’t have my car. Can you come pick me up?”

“I’ll be there in 10, stay there y/n/n.”

Luke ran out of the house.

I dedicate this song to you The one who never sees the truth That I can take away you hurt Heartbreak girl Hold you tight straight through the daylight I'm right here, when you gonna realise That I'm your cure? Heartbreak girl

I know someday it's gonna happen And you'll finally forget the day you met him Sometimes I'm so close to confession I gotta get it through your head That you belong with me instead

Luke couldn’t help but smile at you, hazel eyes meeting your e/c eyes as he strung his guitar expertly. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you to be at band practices, actually, you were at a large amount of them. It was normal for you to watch the band, well that’s what you said you were doing, but you were only really looking at Luke.

You didn’t play any musical instruments properly, but you could play a little guitar from what Luke had taught you. You remembered his teaching you, arms wrapped around you, hands guiding your fingers onto the different frets, playing different cords. He didn’t give up when you messed up, and instead, he smiles and shows you again, your back flushed against his chest.

It was no secret that you always enjoyed watching their band practice and perform, but it was different this time because they had gotten you to stop thinking about Jack. This was the first day that you didn’t feel miserable and instead felt happy in their presence. It was the first day that your gleaming smile returned, one that all members of the band had missed.

Soon enough, they were finished, congratulating each other on how well they played with large smiles.

“We’re gonna sound great at the rally!” Reggie says, flipping his bass down to his side so he didn’t have to hold it as he gave Luke a high five before turning to Alex, all of them breathing heavily with huge smiles.

“Of course, we’re still finishing with the other song, right?” Alex asked, eyes looking over at Luke for approval. He nodded his head, making you look at them in confusion.

“What other song?”

Luke glanced over to you, walking closer before kneeling beside you, guitar still in his hand, smirking “Can’t tell you, it’s a surprise.”

You groaned lightly, flinging your head back before giving the boy your puppy eyes, “Please? I won’t tell.”

He laughed lightly, shaking his head at you. Over the years, he had often been the victim to your puppy eyes, and whilst he often found them irresistible, he knew he couldn’t tell you this secret. He playfully slapped you on the arm, “Get those puppy eyes away, they’re not gonna work today.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, standing up before you stood up alongside Luke, who slung an arm over your shoulder. You guys shared a look, almost communicating through your eyes, something that you guys had gotten freakishly good at since you were kids.

“So, who wants to go grab a smoothie?” Luke said, turning his attention towards the rest of the band as you jumped on his back, ready to leave practice for smoothies.

I dedicate this song to you The one who never sees the truth That I can take away you hurt Heartbreak girl Hold you tight straight through the daylight I'm right here, when you gonna realise That I'm your cure Heartbreak girl

Soon enough, the rally at school came and the students surround the stage that the band was playing on. You stood at the back, proudly watching them as they played. Their most recent song blasts through the halls, exciting the students more than you had seen for the previous people on stage, even Dirty Candy. Sweat drips off of them, lights blazing down on them with intensity.

Eyes looking at Luke, you see him jump around when he sings and it brings a smile to your face. You knew this was their surprise song, the song that they were ending with because it was an unfamiliar tune, but one that Luke was pouring every feeling into as he sang the lyrics.

Suddenly, he’s no longer playing his guitar and it’s hanging on the strap by his side, mic detached from the stand and he’s making his way off of the stage and running through the crowd. You’re astonished, not only because Luke is running off stage, but that it somehow isn’t affecting his vocals.

Everyone seems to knowingly make a path for him to run through, almost as if they know where he is going to. Your eyes stay on him as he comes through the crowd, slowing down to a walk as he begins to sing again,

“I dedicate this song to you The one who never sees the truth That I can take away you hurt Heartbreak girl

Hold you tight straight through the daylight I'm right here, when you gonna realise That I'm your cure? Heartbreak girl.”

His eyes meet yours when he is standing barely feet away from you. His hair is messed up, dripping with sweat but you barely notice. When he stops singing, he lifts the mic away from his face and holds it down away from both of your faces so that it can’t pick up what you’re saying.

People start to talk between themselves, all of them staring at you and Luke standing barely a foot apart, eyes gazing into one another but you don’t notice because you’re too busy looking at Luke. You’re speechless, heart racing faster than you thought humanly possible, with lips slightly apart before he whispers to you, “This is for you, my heartbreak girl.”

Then, his free hand makes its way up and cups your cheek, and his lips connect with yours.

[jeonggukkiepabo]

KILLER QUEEN [KTH] ♦ Secret Easter Bunny

IT’S POSTING WEEK! You, my love @yongcherie​ are my victim, hehe. I wrote this piece for you inspired by 5SOS’ cover of “Killer Queen”, I hope you like it. <3 Truly yours, lavender.

SUMMARY:  She’s all over the news, but she’s never been seen. Everyone talk about the Killer Queen, everyone wants to be the one to catch her. Police Officer Kim had a rough day and goes home with a woman he’d never seen but was yet so familiar.

WARNINGS: smut, sexual content, dom/sub tones, mentions of crime, hate sex, unprotected sex, choking, spitting.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

To the world, you were almost a celebrity - loved and hated at the same time. To him, you were a mystery. You would never get caught, you would never leave anything behind that could help them find you. But, all of them knew who you were. Well, at least they knew the name you went by. The “Killer Queen” had her first appearance in the late 1930s when you started robbing banks all around Seoul. Women in crime weren’t a thing yet, most of them were still located at home, not allowed to leave their houses while taking care of their many children - unlike you. You were independent, not needing a man to buy you diamond rings, not needing a child to keep you company. All you needed, all you wanted, was the thrill of swimming in freshly stolen money.

He had never seen you, but your name was known worldwide, ever since you’ve started to leave delicious looking pieces of cake behind you whenever you left the crime scene.

“My love. My enemy. You will never find me, never get me. But don’t be sad, eat cake instead. xx Killer Queen”

You loved the game, the thrill of those policemen running after you but not being able to even come near you. You’d get secret invitations from them, who were you to decline the chance of a bank robbery? Little did they know that you’ve always been there before them, sometimes even hanging out in the bank while they were there, enjoying those beautiful men with masculine features and furrowed brows, screaming while realizing you were gone, once again.

Of course, neither of them knew what you looked like, nobody knew about your curly red hair, the green emerald eyes that were always surrounded by smokey eyes. Your beauty mark right above the corner of your lip that you tugged into a knowing grin whenever you walked past a police officer.

By now, you’ve had more than enough money, you wouldn’t even need to commit crimes anymore but you just loved the fun and games. You loved getting dressed like a fine lady, but having a gun hidden in your stockings. You loved wearing that one black dress that stopped right above your knees - a shame during those years -, but your overknees were hiding the piece of skin that you always showed whenever you needed to bewitch someone. Some man.

You knew you were pretty, beautiful even. You had several men walking after you, buying you whatever you wanted from caviar to cigarettes and you were well versed in etiquette to always smile and take their offers. Of course, you’d never take those men home, because literally none of them were the slightest bit attractive. Fat snobs with more beard than the Chinamen just weren’t your type. You loved the attention, but you weren’t a whore. To be exact, there was only one man on this world that you’ve laid your eyes on.

Kim Taehyung, one of the youngest police officers this decade. He just turned 21 when he absolved the test and ever since you’ve been playing that lovely game of cat and mouse with him. The first time you’ve seen him you were speechless. You knew all of the policemen, Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon and even Jeon Jeongguk, their apprentice. But Kim Taehyung was a whole other level, his beauty almost being the reason you got caught because you kept staring at him for too long. At his black, permed hair. Those beautiful deep brown eyes with a glint of anger in them, but also… curiosity? Your favorite part of him was his defined jawline, sharp and precise like a strong Greek god. Obviously, you’ve had never seen him without his uniform, but you knew from experience that he had to be toned - they always were. At least Jeongguk was. But that’s a whole other story. Taehyung was taller, much taller than yourself, although your long legs had always been admired by men all over the world. But Kim Taehyung, he was a giant. Everything about him was huge. Even his hands, large and long, built to wrap around your throat easily. Just the thought of him was overwhelming you and ever since that day, you knew you had to get onto him.

Today would be the day, the lovely September breeze blowed through your freshly curled hair, causing you to shiver here and there. You were wearing your favorite black dress with lace details and heels that would never allow you to run, but you never needed to anyways. You even used your favorite perfume, the one that came straight from Paris, and applied some plumping gloss before you went out of your house, picking up a piece of cake from the bakery that you sprinkled with some gunpowder until a cursive KTH was readable on the pink icing. 

For today, you didn’t plan to rob a bank, you wanted more. Your first official meeting with Taehyung should be special, you had planned this for months now. Knowing his exact working schedule, you decided that today would be perfect. 

It was early afternoon, around 4.30 PM and you knew that Taehyung would be working until 9 PM the least. As of today, it was your biggest crime ever. Murder, just to get Taehyung's attention. But a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right? In the beginning, you opted to kill his roommate, Park Jimin, but his cute squishy cheeks and bright eyes just screamed innocence. Instead, you opted for some random jogger, did what you had to do as you hid in the trees to leave a piece of cake behind after you called the police to report a crime. 

Hours later, it was around 11 PM, you were sitting in Taehyung’s favorite bar, enjoying some cocktails by yourself while you waited for him to arrive. Once the door opened and Kim Taehyung walked in, not wearing his uniform anymore but a white shirt and black jeans instead, you couldn’t help but sit down right next to hime. “Hello stranger. You seem distracted”, placing a glass of his favorite bourbon in front of him, you sipped on you own cocktail. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, until he decided to give in. “Yeah, I am. Work stresses me out, I’m in need of a break but I can’t because we’re working on this one case and we can’t rest until we found her and…” “Oh, you’re a police officer? You seem so young!” You smiled politely at him while looking him right into the eyes. “You should take a break whenever you need it, stranger. Work won’t pay you once you’re suffering from burnout, right? Take you wife and go on a road trip, calm down and once you’re coming back, you could always return to your case. I mean, you’re not the only one working on it, are you?”

Taehyung laughed bitterly, swallowing his entire drink in one go, catching the last drop on his lips with a flick of his tongue. “No wife, just me ‘n my hyung. It’s not that her bank robs aren’t enough for us to handle, no. She just fucking killed someone! Ugh, sorry, you probably don’t want to hear me rumble”, he twists his glass before looking at you again. 

“I’ve never seen you here, what’s your name? I would always remember someone as beautiful as you.” You giggled at his lame pick up line, placing one hand on his shoulder while leaning over to his ear. “I’m Koya. But don’t tell anyone, please. I want to keep being the mysterious red haired girl at the bar”, you winked at him before ordering another round of drinks for the both of you.

“So, officer. There’s no wife, right? How? You’re handsome, you’re successful. What are you hiding inside that pretty head?” Crossing your legs, you accidentally brushed his by doing so. “I don’t know, really. It’s just that this case follows me everywhere. You’ve probably heard about the Killer Queen, she’s always in my head. I even dream about her, almost every fucking night. I don’t even know what she looks like, yet she won’t leave me alone!” He grabbed your hands in his much larger ones, squeezing them lightly. “I’m obsessed, Koya! Obsessed! She ruins my mind without even knowing it.” You just laughed it off before placing one hand on his forehead. “Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe someone should take you home, officer.” 

Taehyung shudders under your touch, sighing. “Maybe, yes. But my hyung’s home and I don’t want him to worry about yet another mysterious case. I’ll just stay here and-” “Or you’re coming home with me? I know how to take care of a lonely man, c’mon, pretty boy.” You held out your hand for him to take and once he reached out for you, you pulled him out of the bar. 

“You’ve never told me your name, officer. How should I call you, once you’re balls deep inside me?”, you were leaning over to Taehyung who already seemed a little tipsy. He turned his head in surprise, watching you carefully. “Tae… Taehyung.” “Alright then, Taehyung. Let’s take you home and I’ll take good care of you.”

Once you headed back to your apartment, you drag him into your bedroom, pressing your lips to his delicate neck and started to suck around his jawline, pressing kisses to his adams apple. You hadn’t even started - yet he was a moaning mess under your touch. In one swift motion, Taehyung grabs your chin, forcing his lips onto yours and kisses you roughly. You know you just won. Taehyung is yours for the night, all your wet dreams will be coming true and you almost forget what you had to do to get him into this position.

Taehyung’s hands hungrily roam your body, grabbing your ass and giving it a light slap that causes you to jump. “Who do you think is the one in charge here, babe?”, you bite his earlobe softly, pulling on the dangling earring while slipping your hand down his tight pants. Taehyung moans, head thrown back in pleasure. Giggling, you grab his aching cock through his underwear. “You’re right, it’s me. I’m the one that will make you feel good, that will make you come. You’ll do what I say, understand, darling? Be a good boy for me.” 

Taehyung laughs and shakes his head with a wide grin before throwing you onto your bed. The bounce almost presses the air out of your lungs and you can’t help the huff that leaves your lips. “Nah, love, I don’t think so.” Taehyung’s lips find your sweet spot way too easily, his tongue tickling the skin of your neck. You groan, trying to push him off, but his hands slip around your wrists to pin them above your head, his beautiful teeth smirking down at you. Once his mouth is right next to your ear, he huskily whispers. 

“Remember that I’m a police officer and domination is my job. Don’t you think you could change that. Mhh, you’re lucky I don’t have my cuffs with me, angel. Now, what does a pretty girl like you do in a bar? Drinking pretty drinks alone? Don’t fool me, Koya. You’ve been waiting for me, yet, I’ve never seen that angelic face of yours. Who are you, mysterious girl?” 

His fingertips slowly trail down your cleavage before he dips them in between your breasts. You try your best to hold back any moans, but you can’t help the whimpers falling past your lips as you breathlessly answer. “I already told you who I am.” Even though you’ve alway been the dominant part in any of your sexual relationships, you can’t help but submit to Taehyung. It’s like you’ve been waiting for years to find the right one to show you where your limits are. And you’re desperate to know.

“You’re not just the girl in the bar. You’re not just Koya. Tell me, what do you do? How do you know me?” Taehyung bites the soft skin behind your ear, fingers trailing down you legs, not caring to remove the heels that made them look so much more elegant. Sitting up, he looks down at you, trying to mesmerize your face. Those bright red curls, framing your head in contrast to your pale skin. Those green eyes, full of lust and admiration. Those lips, tainted by a knowing smirk. Your voice as you whisper your answer. “I’ll tell you once we’re done, as long as you’re being a good boy.”

Taehyung huffs, his lips leaving a wet trail right above your stockings. “Then I’m not going to touch you unless you beg for it, love. And your lips already made me wonder what the rest of you might taste like. Now c’mon, hurry up. Tell me who you are.” He ruffles your dress up to your stomach, your emerald lace thong now fully exposed to his starving eyes. “God, you’re a queen”, he lets out a shaky breath, growing even harder by just looking at you. 

You giggle, whispering a soft “little do you know” before pulling that dress off your body. Then, you point at his shirt, raising an eyebrow. “That needs to be off, I want to see how trained officers really are.” Taehyung raises an eyebrow as well before a cheeky smirk replaces his expression. “Mh, your smug tongue has to go, princess.” With that, Taehyung lifts his shirt over his head before stuffing it right into your mouth, smearing lipstick all over the fabric and your chin. “Sad enough that you can’t beg like this. Look at you, all dripping wet for me even though I didn’t even start yet.”

His fingers quickly pull on the expensive fabric of your thong, roughly ripping it in half, leaving the shreds wherever they landed before dipping one finger between your folds. “Mh, isn’t it sad that you don’t want to talk to me? Instead you’ll just have to lay here, watching me and enjoying the show, not getting any of it. You could’ve gotten my tongue, my fingers, my cock. Poor you.” Taehyung stands up, opens his jeans and pulls them and his boxers down his toned legs. His knees dip down besides your legs again, but this time his hands don’t explore your body. Instead, Taehyung roams his own chest, contours the abs that you want to lick so badly. His left hands reaches down to grab and massage his balls while he takes the right thumb between his soft lips, sucking on it slowly. “Mh, I’m still tasting you, Koya. Wish I could taste more of you, so delicious”, he hums with closed eyes.

Thumb still in his mouth, Taehyung grabs his cock and starts to glide his hand up and down, not being able to hold in the growl that leaves his chest. You try to sneak one hand between your legs, wanting to find at least a tiny bit of friction, but Taehyung wasn’t having it, slapping your hand away while flicking his index finger against your clit. He stops pleasuring himself for a second to pull his shirt out of your mouth. Are you still sure that you don’t want to tell me who you are? C’mon, angel, be nice. How. Do. You. Know. Me?”

You just roll your eyes, bored of his little games as you chew on your bottom lip, guiding two of your fingers in front of your mouth to spit on them. Saliva was running down your chin as you moisten your nipples and pinch them slowly. “I can play that game too, Tae.”

You move your fingers down your stomach, closer to the wet heat that throbs between your legs, circling your clit quickly before plunging two fingers into your cunt. “And I love playing games. If you don’t want to touch me, no problem. I can do it all by myself, just keep watching.” Your fingers move faster and faster while the other hand massages your breast. You know you’ll be close soon, this entire day has been riling you up enough already. Taehyung seems to notice too, pressing one hand onto your stomach to press it down, leaning over your pussy as he opens his mouth with a knowing smirk. Your eyes widen, not being able to hold back anymore as you come with a loud scream, messy and all over the bed - and Taehyung’s face. 

Looking down at Taehyung, your eyes widen as you see him trying to catch every drop with his tongue before swallowing down all you gave him. “Oh angel, look what you’ve done.” His thumb starts to rub over your sensitive clit again. “You’re such a bad girl, if I was on duty I would’ve probably gotten you arrested for your behavior, Killer Queen.”

Your smirk vanishes as you watch him with nervous eyes.

“What are you doing now, hm? You can’t run, you can’t hide. It was stupid to think I wouldn’t know, wouldn’t figure it out. Leaving a piece of cake, just for me, huh? I wish I could shove it down your pretty throat and leave you choking on it, love. I despise you. You’ve ruined so much for me. And now, killing someone just to get me to fuck you? You’re so pathetic. But I’ll take your wish for granted, slut.”

With that, he turns you around quickly, pulling you up on your fours before slapping your ass in such a pace that you couldn’t even count how many times Taehyung ended up spanking you. Then, without any warning, he slips right into you. Stretching you out so painfully, but oh so good. “You like that, bitch? Getting fucked by someone you’ve been running away from so long? Is that your game? Just to get my attention? You’re so pitiful.” Something wet lands between your shoulders, running down your spine to pool in the curve over your ass. Taehyung just spat on you. And you loved it. “I’m sure you want to feel like the guy you killed? Want to feel every little bit of oxygen leaving your body?” He whispers against the shell of your ear as he grabs your throat in his large hand. “Yes, Taehyung, fuck. Yes. Yes!”

You’re a moaning mess under his touch, obviously enjoying his roughness and dirty talk. “I’ve been watching you for so long, Taehyung. Always been there when you arrived at the crime scenes. I loved watching you getting angry, but also flustered at my remains. You never knew what I looked like, but you always wanted me. Don’t flatter yourself, Tae. You’re just as pathetic as I am. And-”, you let out more and more moans, nearly screaming as Taehyung pounds into you faster now. 

“Shut up! I can get you arrested at any time now that I know what you look like. I could never forget those tits”, he roughly grabs them with his free hand, “or this sinful mouth”, he turns your face to spit directly in between your gasping lips, “and you know that. You’re mine now, Koya. Mine.”

With that, he pushes into you one last time, feeling your walls clenching merciless around him, your wetness trailing down both your thighs.  “Turn around”, Taehyung demands as he waits for you to face him, not hesitating to shove his cock between your lips and down your throat. You swallow him down like the good girl you are, playing with his balls and looking up at him through teary eyes. His gaze was rough, not a tiny bit of affection was written in his eyes as a growl escapes his mouth, sweat dripping down his forehead onto his chest.

He pulls out just before reaching his orgasm, just to paint your face with his cum. After one last moan, he sits back down, still looking at you. “What am I supposed to do with you, Koya? You fucking killed someone, I couldn’t let you go, even if I wanted to. I must call my team. They’ll be here about twenty minutes after I’m gone, maybe even less. Be smart, Koya.”

Taehyung sighs while getting dressed, looking over just to see you lightning a cigarette without any rush. He shakes his head. “They will kill you, you know that? You’re a criminal. That’s your chance to run and never come back. Now that you’ve had me, nothing holds you here anymore. Be fucking smart!”

You just laugh it off, wiping the remains of his cum from your lips as you exhaled the toxic smoke. “And where would be the fun in that, Tae? C’mon, get them boys. Try to catch me.”

Frustration overcomes Taehyung as he grabs your cheeks. “I’m trying to help you, Koya. Run!” He presses his lips onto yours one last time before heading out the door. The last thing he heard was a faint “See you soon, Taehyung. Same place, same time? Maybe I will kidnap your little Jeonggukkie that time?” before he made his way towards the police station to report your address. 

All he could do was hoping that you were long gone before the squad enters your home. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a single chance to see you ever again. 

[toshisae]

scripted ➵ lee jeno

summary: in which you and your ex star in a new movie where ironically you two are dating again, like where you two once started

genre: angst-ish to fluff

theme: actor!au + ex to lovers!au

word count: 1.7k 

author’s note: hhhh yes hello i’m back, inspired by ‘heartache on the big screen’ by 5sos ++ let me know if you guys would like a part 2

italics = flashback!

“it’s not you.. it’s me” jeno runs a hand over his face. your face dropped as you put down your glass of iced tea “so everything was just nothing to you huh” you angrily stood up from the table. jeno ducked his head down, “stop, you’re making a scene” he hushed, looking around at the people in the restaurant staring at the two of you. “so that’s all you care about? fine. be like that then. we’re through!” you pushed your chair back and strutted away from jeno and the restaurant.

the following day after that night, you and jeno made it to the headlines. ‘Lee Couple Broken Up?!’ with your picture pushing past the paparazzi was in front of the newspaper and headlines.

you were an actress. a well known actress to be exact; and so was jeno. you two met during your first breakthrough movie. ironically enough your role at the time was jeno’s little sister and the news that you were dating your co star shocked the internet if you were being honest.

“you broke up with lee jeno?!” your manager slash best friend, haechan busts into your room. “oh okay” he muffles his laugh as he sees you sprawled out on the floor, angry tears running down your cheeks. “fuck off hyuck, i’m not in the mood” you sniffled, sitting up giving him a death glare. haechan quietly closes your door and sits on your bed. “wanna talk about it?” he peeks over at your lying figure. “no” you rolled over to your stomach. haechan stayed quiet knowing you were gonna break any minute now. a moment has passed and you stood up and sat next to hyuck, resting your head on his shoulder. “so..” 

“well shit” was all haechan could say about your story. “you’re supposed to be cheering me up, dickhead” you slapped his chest. haechan winces and stands up from the bed. “let’s go shopping and i’m not taking no as an answer” he says before grabbing your hand and dragging your ass away from bed

–

“would you mind explaining this?” renjun, jeno’s manager walks in front of the tv and throws a newspaper article onto jeno, who was busy playing PUBG on his playstation. “i’m kinda busy here” jeno tried to look past renjun but renjun ended up unplugging the tv. “DUDE WHAT THE FUCK” jeno slams his controller down, towering over renjun just a tiny bit. 

“i’m older than you, sit your ass down and show a bit of respect” renjun pokes jeno’s chest. jeno huffs and plops down on his couch, pouting. “i’m sorry hyung” he looks away from his manager. renjun sits down next to him, “so are we just gonna pretend you never dated lee y/n?” renjun looks at jeno. jeno grumbles and scratches his hair. “ugh i’m going to jaemin’s” jeno stands up, grabs a random hoodie on the floor and his car keys. “goddamn it jeno..” renjun sighs as he watched jeno walk out of their shared apartment.

–

“why would you do that tho” jaemin takes a sip out of his coffee whilst listening to jeno rant about his love life. “i don’t know! i just- maybe i got bored of our relationship? the spark died or something?!” jeno rambles on, pacing around jaemin’s living room. “i mean if i were you, i’d never let y/n go like have you seen her?” jaemin sighs dreamily, smiling to himself at the thought of you. “back off na jaemin” jeno sends a death glare towards jaemin’s direction. jaemin puts up his hands in defense. “chill dude, i’m just saying she’s pretty” jaemin smirks knowing this conversation they were having is making jeno miserable little by little. 

–

“i’m so tired” you whined the moment you and hyuck entered your shared apartment. “oh so you’re tired? how about me who carried all your shit from the mall!” haechan retaliates as he struggles to put down your oh so many paper bags on the kitchen counter. “not my problem anymore señior” you laughed out loud. haechan huffs and walks over to his office.

an hour or so has passed and you hear hyuck’s office door open. “hey y/n” he calls out. “yeah?” you respond

“how about you would like to audition for a new coming of age movie?” 

–

after venting everything to jaemin, jeno goes home a little late. he quietly enters the apartment. it still looked the same how he left it except there was a pink sticky note in front of the tv. ‘got you a gig. here’s the script, auditions will be tomorrow at 1 pm sharp -ronjun” 

                                                     a week later

“hello?” you answered your phone. “is this y/n?” a voice speaks. you looked over at hyuck who was across the table with a confused face. “yeah it is. how may i help you?” you asked. “hi! i’m the director for the new movie, disconnected? and i’m here to tell you that you got the part! you’re the main protagonist” the voice tells you the news happily. your mouth opened in shock, “oh my god thank you so much!” you cried out loud, mouthing ‘i got the part’ to haechan. “i’ll be expecting you soon! see you” the other line hangs up. you put down your phone and ran to hyuck. “i got the part!” you hugged him

–

renjun knocks on jeno’s door. “come in” renjun walks in to see jeno playing on his phone. “what’s up?” jeno stares at renjun, putting his phone away. renjun grins, creeping jeno out. “why are you smiling like that?” jeno eyes him. renjun suddenly throws him the official script of the movie he was gonna star in. “holy shit i got the part?” jeno’s eyes widened and stared at the thick script with glee. “you bet baby!” renjun exclaims in joy, throwing his fists up in the air. “you’re the love interest of the protagonist! you’ll start on tuesday but you’ll meet the cast tomorrow” renjun informs jeno. 

you walked inside the studio you were supposed to meet your new colleagues in together with haechan. you watched haechan talk to the staff members asking where are the offices that you need to go in to. “hyuck i’m gonna buy some coffee over there” you point over at the small starbucks kiosk just right by the corner of the information booth. haechan hums as he speaks with the staff member

you got in line, chanting your order in your head so you won’t embarrass yourself in front of the barista. “yeah can i get a grande iced americano and a tall caramel macchiato please?” a familiar voice speaks up in front of you. your eyes widened, staring at this strangers back. “good morning! may i take your order?” the barista chirps, cutting your train of thought. you smiled at the barista, “hi can i get a venti mocha frap and a tall vanilla bean frap please?” the barista smiles back and punches in your order. “your order will be up in 10 minutes” she hands you the receipt. 

–

“nervous?” renjun asks jeno who was in the passenger seat as they both drive to the location of the studio. “a bit” jeno chuckles, throwing his head back. “why would you be? you’re a well known actor! directors would kill to get you on their movies” renjun laughs, giving jeno a glance from the rear view mirror. “i don’t know man, i just feel like something bad is gonna happen” jeno sighs, leaning against the window. renjun shrugs and carries on driving. 

––

“can you buy me some coffee?” jeno requests to renjun as he finishes up writing this form. renjun nods and leaves jeno alone with the information assistant. jeno suddenly notices haechan walk past him. he tenses up and tries to divert his attention to the sheet of paper in front of him. “sir, that would be all” the clerk yanks the paper away from jeno. jeno turns into a bright shade of red and laughs awkwardly, surely catching the attention of haechan. 

haechan turns to his side to see jeno smiling awkwardly while sending a small wave to his direction. “oh hey didn’t see you there” he manages to choke out. haechan gives him half assed smile before turning his attention back to the person he was talking with.

“hyuck here’s your drink- oh my god” 

–

you almost dropped the cup of coffee in your hand after seeing jeno standing next to hyuck. “what’s going on here” renjun comes out of no where. “oh my god” he covers his mouth in shock. 

“ah yes! the two main protagonists of my new upcoming movie!” the director walks over to the four of you. you looked at haechan and then the director. jeno does the same thing with renjun.

“main protagonists?!” you and jeno both yell at the same time

“there must be a mistake director, there’s no way he’s my love interest! it’s gotta be somebody else!” you complained. haechan flicks your forhead, “we’re in a meeting, be more professional” he hushed. the director reads the script and adjusts his glasses. “what do you mean? he’s perfect for the role! do you recommend any other male actors for his position, miss y/n?” the director faces you. you shake your head no and the director smiles, “see? i told you” 

“do i get a say in this?” jeno asks loudly for everyone to hear. the director now turns to jeno with the same smile as before, “any concerns sir lee?” renjun beats him to it before jeno could say anything. “actually no. so when will the shoot start?” he whips out his handy laptop. 

“ah yes, the shoot will start in about a month. it would be nice if our main protagonist here,” the director points at you, “to dyes her hair a darker shade of brown? and the love interest,” he points over at jeno, “to dye his hair a chesnut color” the director proposes. “sounds good to me. needed to get my hair done anyway” you twirled a piece of your hair. jeno seems to nod in agreement making the director happy. “okay then it’s settled! now we just gotta sign the contract” he hands the two of you a piece of paper. 

not thinking much about it, you immediately signed the contract. except for the fact you were gonna star in a new movie with your ex. 

[angelicrome]

dating harry styles would include...

let’s be honest, it’s everyone’s dream

(this gif is killing me, stop smiling harry it’s too pretty)

masterlist - request anything

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- harry styles would be the best boyfriend ever and you’re probably gonna cry during this because he’s too good for this world

- FIRST OF ALL, he would be the most overprotective boyfriend ever

- not like super clingy and jealous type, but he would be so protective of the media and how you handled the love and hate from the internet and stuff.

- even though you didn’t really care he would still be so nervous that it would be too much and that you would break down bc of the hate. 

"they don't know you and they don't know how happy you make me"

- at first, harry really didn’t speak openly about your relationship in the public

- again, bc he was scared of the media

- but after a couple of years, he would bring you up in interviews just because he wanted to talk about you.

- and when he started taking you to red carpets, interviewers questioned you about the things he had said and it would be so awkward for you to answer. 

"so harry said this in an interview about you? can you confirm?” 

- but you two laughed at it afterwards. 

- he would ALWAYS try to make you laugh - legit by during the stupidest stuff. 

- especially when you were sad. he would go so far to fall to make you laugh and he didn’t even care if he fell and hurt himself, as long as you laughed. 

- whenever you were sad, he was always the first person you called and he would actually do anything to see you happy again. 

- one time he bought a puppy just to make you happy. the two of you agreed to name the puppy 'bubble' (because he was a bubble full of joy)

- he was so good at sorting out the emotions and helping you understand what you were feeling, which was one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him. 

- when you told him that, he just blushed, kissed you on the cheek and whispered: “i love you”. 

- you two didn’t have the need to say “i love you” to each other all the time, bc you both know that you loved and adored each other very deeply. 

- you always sang it to him with a small melody you created whenever he was feeling down.

*singing* “i love you, i loooooove you, i lo-o-o-ove y-o-o-o-u...”

- and then he would smile and say it back, sometimes even sing it.

- but you knew that all you had to do to make harry happy was to listen to him and understand him. 

- he was really into communicating

“tell me how you’re feeling”

- and he wasn’t scared of commitment which kinda scared you at first but then you realized that commitment only scared you when you were committed to your exes. 

- he would be really open about

- he would be so charming towards everyone in your family - especially your mom. 

- so much that you two joked that he would leave you for her. 

“your mom’s so nice. im gonna marry her instead of you, you know that, right?”

- but after the joke had died out he turned to you and mimed “i won’t do that” to which you responded “i know” 

- you were so afraid to meet his family, but they weren’t as frightening as you thought them out to be. 

- his mom and your mom actually became BFFs in no time. 

- he was the best with kids. 

- so good that you eventually brought up the “are we going to have kids together”-convo to which he blatantly responded “yea, i think so” w the thickest accent ever.

- he was not scared of periods. at. all. 

- he would always try to understand the pain and ask questions about it to a point where it would actually piss you off. 

- but then he would laugh at you and he would say sorry. 

- you never really yelled at each other. 

- but you did fight a couple of times. it was more discussions than fights, tbh. 

- after you had made up after one fight/discussion once, he convinced you to get matching tattoos somehow 

- it was cute and then he was really happy 

“look at this. we’re fucking relationship goals, that’s what we are”

- whenever you two should watch a movie, he would let you choose. 

- well, he yelled “DUNKIRK” but you had already seen it a million times. 

“then it doesn’t matter. if it’s not going to be my movie, then it’s no movie at all”

- and you would just choose a random movie w a giggle. 

- if he thought it was a bad movie, he would keep kissing you and touching you but if he thought it was good, he wouldn’t even talk to you. 

- also memes. 

- you would just send each other memes or show each other memes. you loved them bc you both got a laugh out of them.

- you especially loved the ones that were about harry. when you saw a meme about your boyfriend, you would always send it to him or show it to him, no matter where you were. 

- harry would take a lot of style inspiration from you, and you would take a lot of style inspiration from him. 

“dude where did you get that shirt?” 

- matching outfits. 

- one of the most enjoyable times was getting home after a long day - and screaming and dancing to random old music with harry

- sometimes he would even try to cook while he was screaming and dancing

- harry was actually an amazing cook when he concentrated but when he was dancing and singing w you, he wasn’t as good. still, the food was edible.

- if you ever were bored and just lying in bed, one of your favourite things to watch was old interviews of one direction or the x-factor video diaries. at first, harry would actually walk out of the room but later you both laughed at how small and fetus he was.

“your hair was so different back then. you were a baby, man.”

- in reality, harry styles is the best boyfriend ever and i want him. 

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author’s note: i wrote this a million years ago and i just want to post some old imagines - even though this isn’t really an imagine idk what it is. anyways, this is cute and i love harry and so do you, hopefully. 

also i might do this with the four boys of 5sos, is that a good idea??

request here - or just talk to me, i guess. 

masterlist here

[stealth-spiderr]

red // t.h.

wassup homies, here’s my thing for @fuckyou-imspiderman‘s writing challenge!! this took me ages to start bc i had a block but then i was flooded with an idea last night and here’s this. it’s inspired by youngblood by 5sos, more from the vibes i get listening to it than the actual lyrics but i managed to work some of them in

summary // you and Tom aren’t great at relationships and are always up for meaningless sex but maybe you both have feelings after all. and maybe you don’t know how to handle them properly and things don’t turn out the best.

pairing // tom holland x fem!reader ((bit of a fuckboi//fuckgirl thing))

warnings // swearing, angst, sexual references ((no actual smut tho))

word count // 2.9k

Red was the wine they drank the day they met.

Both you and Tom had no particular reason to be there, simply there to avoid boredom. Besides, everyone should go to a wine tasting at least once right? You’d ended up seated beside each other and spent the whole time snickering at the ridiculous adjectives used to describe the tastes and scents of various wines. The pair of you left together to grab coffee and talk a bit more over something you knew next to nothing about.

“I’m not even a big fan of wine, I just thought it’d be interesting,” you explained to Tom why you’d gone to the tasting in the first place.

“Well ‘interesting’ is one word for it, I s’pose,” Tom chuckled.

You talked for a couple of hours, both of you being overly flirty with each other, trying to lure the other in. When the tension became too much to bare, you got an uber to Tom’s place. His hand gripped your thigh as you kissed along his neck for half the drive, before Tom took your chin in his hand and titled your head away in order to return the favour for the rest of the trip.

Clothes came off as soon as you were inside his place, leaving a trail from the front door to his bed. Two rounds later, you were picking up your clothes and heading out. You’d barely walked five minutes when your phone buzzed with an incoming message from an unknown number.

I hope you enjoyed yourself, we should do this again -Tom

You smiled slightly to yourself as you typed your reply.

We should, keep your phone close 😉

As weeks went by booty calls turned into one of you staying the night, which bled into lazy days. Date nights with take out, the pair of you became the physical embodiment of ‘Netflix and chill’ and after a few months officially called yourselves a couple.

Red was the strawberries they ate when they promised forever.

It was a night-in date, a little picnic on the floor of Tom’s living room, a cheesy rom-com playing on the TV while you ate pizza. After cuddling up a while, Tom got up and ran into the kitchen, returning with a plate of chocolate covered strawberries.

“Because what’s a picnic without chocolate covered strawberries?” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “Did you steal that from High School Musical?”

“Maybe.”

You laughed fondly before tucking into the sweet treats.

“I love these so much,” you said.

“And I love you,” Tom replied.

You smiled at each other and Tom leaned in and captured your lips with his own. It held the magic of a first kiss. The first kiss that’s shown in movies and you just know that the characters are meant to be, you could just imagine the fireworks going off.

“I’ll love you until the day you die, baby,” you mumbled into his lips.

“That could be tomorrow, you know.”

“Okay, until I die.”

“Could also possibly happen tomorrow.”

“Forever, then. I’ll love you forever.”

A grin broke out on Tom’s face and he picked up another strawberry, took a small bite before holding the fruit just in front of your mouth. You took the final bite while looking into his eyes, and he looked back with lustful intensity. He flicked the leaves away before he closed the gap between you once again, his tongue swiping away strawberry juice that was still on your lips.

Red was the blood that dripped from his knuckles.

Your relationship had become bitter-sweet. Tom loved you, or at least he thought he did. You loved Tom, or at least he thought you did. From day one everyone around him said you were both playing a dangerous game, because you were both the same. Before you both started hooking up regularly, you both were no strangers to one night stands, meaningless sex was your endgame every time either of you went out.

But old habits die hard. Tom kept noticing you taking too long to get drinks in a bar, he’d catch you flirting with hot guys hoping they’d buy you drinks. You’d catch him with his hands on a girls hips as she grinded her ass into his crotch. Maybe, subconsciously, it turned into a game of trying to one-up the other every time you went out, and yet you’d always leave together, making out in the back of an uber, usually to Tom’s but sometimes your place.

But one night things escalated too far when you did body shots with someone else whilst Tom was getting felt up by someone else. You made eye contact and his eyes darkened as he pushed the woman’s hands off his body. He stormed out of the bar, something he had never done, so you raced after him.

“You can’t just do that!” he exclaimed after you’d asked what was wrong.

“As if you can talk, letting some random bitch rub her hands all over you,” you scoff.

“That’s a hell of a lot different than having your tongue all over some wanker’s six pack! What? I can’t even kill some time with someone who actually wants to be with me?” he retorted.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“We’re supposed to be out together, why the fuck would you go off someone else and do body shots of all things?”

“It’s just my fault! You go off on your own two, what am I supposed to do then? We’re supposed to love each other, right? What happened to that?”

Tom opened his mouth to spit back an answer but stopped. What had happened? The way you both behaved hadn’t really changed, while your drunk flirting had increased to annoy each other, the only big difference was that neither of you were sleeping around. When he thinks about love, Tom believes that you become your best self when you’re with the person you love and who loves you. He looked at you, where there should have been betrayal in your features there wasn’t any, just frustration. You weren’t your best self with him, that was clear. He thought back to everything that happened on your nights out, he wasn’t his best self with you either.

“I don’t think you care,” Tom said, voice lowered and thick with oncoming tears.

He wanted to love you, when sex wasn’t involved you were amazing and fun to be around. But it wasn’t often when sex wasn’t involved in one way or another.

“Excuse me?” you scoffed.

“Tell me that if I pissed off right now, you wouldn’t walk back in there and take someone else back to your place.”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “You’re being an idiot, Tom.”

Tom. You hadn’t called him Tom in a long time, it was always ‘baby’. He smiled but there was no happiness behind it, you’d told him without saying the words but he needed to hear them. He stepped forward and cupped your face.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth.”

You shrug slightly. “You don’t wanna hear it.”

“Just fucking tell me.”

“If you left right now, I’d go back in there and I’d find someone to help me forget you.”

It didn’t hurt him like he thought it would but he still felt shattered, although he didn’t show it. It almost scared you how calm he stayed one you’d spoken. He let go of your face and pressed an open mouthed kiss on your cheek, you could feel the anger from it seep into your skin.

“Fuck you, too,” he growled into your ear before walking past you, roughly bumping your shoulder.

You turned sharply to glare at his retreating back. “You weren’t that good a fuck anyway!”

He turns around, a smirk plastered on his face. “Oh, darling, I have plenty of memories that say otherwise, you can’t have faked it that many times. I hope you think of me when you fuck someone else, hell, when you fuck yourself I hope you imagine my fingers instead of your own. I hope every single person that makes you cum gets to hear you moan my name when you do.”

“Fuck you.”

“You won’t ever again.”

You both glared at each other for a minute before you stormed back into the bar. Tom let out a deep sigh before walking to the wall and throwing his fist at it until his knuckles were raw and scratched.

Red was her lipstick the first time her saw her again.

“Tom, there’s a perfectly good bar about ten minutes from your house, why are we going all the way into the city? It’s just gonna be more expensive,” Harrison whined, despite the fact they’d already made the longer journey without a complaint from him.

“Well, I’m not gonna run in into her here, am I?” Tom replied.

“And you’re trying to say you didn’t love her.”

“Maybe I loved her but I wasn’t in love with her, I don’t know. Still fucked me up, if I can avoid seeing her then I will.”

Harrison rolled his eyes but kept quiet, having said ‘I told you so’ already so there was no sense in pissing him off. The two entered a bar that was bustling with people but not overly crowded, Haz had caught sight of the pretty bartender so he clapped his hand on Tom’s shoulder.

“I’ll grab the first round, just want a beer, mate?” he asked.

“Yeah, thanks,” Tom answered.

He watched Haz begin to flirt with bartender for a few seconds before he headed to the other side of the room, picking a table in the corner. He pulled his phone out, trying to look busy whilst sitting alone. It was a full seven minutes before Harrison finally showed up with two beers and sat opposite Tom at the table. He rambled about how he’d got her to laugh with an intentionally shitty pick-up line and she’d actually flirted back a little. Harrison went to get drinks every time, alternating between taking money from Tom and using his own, he’d take ten minutes at least. It wasn’t busy which allowed him to actually chat with the bartender, and they hadn’t even been there for two hours before Tom was sick of it. He’d been sitting alone at the table for half the time, and the place had emptied a little, the bar wasn’t lively enough for Tom. He was itching to let loose and this just wasn’t the place for it so he walked up to Harrison at the bar.

“H, I’m gonna hit up or club or something for a bit. Meet you later?” he interrupted.

Harrison eyed him wearily, he looked sober enough but given how he’d been before you and this being his first time out after you, Harrison knew Tom had nothing to lose. And that was dangerous.

“Nah, I’ll come with, it’s fine.”

Harrison turned back to the bartender to say goodbye, she gave him a napkin with her number written on it, and then he followed Tom out onto the street. They walked a few blocks in silence until they found a place that looked okay. Harrison double checked if Tom was fine, he assured him he was and they entered the club.

It felt like the whole room was shaking with the bass of the music and Tom made a beeline for the bar.

“Shots?” he asked Haz.

“Just one, I think, mate.”

Tom put on an exaggerated frown before ordering three tequila shots and two bourbon and cokes. Once all the drinks were ready, he slid one of the shots towards Haz and clinked another against it.

“Cheers,” he mumbled before downing both his shots back to back, and quickly taking a swig of the bourbon and coke. “I’m gonna go dance or something.”

He claps Harrison’s shoulder and walks off to the crowd of sweaty bodies. He dances his way through multiple people, returning to the bar whenever he found his cup empty. He’d been avoiding Harrison, who would have stopped him from getting more drinks by this point, his head was fuzzy and he felt like he was stuck in a dream. He had no clue what the time was but he realised he hadn’t been to the bathroom all night. He rushed off, without a word to the woman who’d been all over him, to the bathrooms.

He almost fell into the door as he shoved it open and didn’t waste a second undoing his jeans as he slid to a stop at a urinal. It felt like the longest piss of his life. He washed his hands and quickly splashed his face with cold water before heading back out. He collided with another guy as he left before he froze in place just away from the door.

There you were. In all your smokey-eyed, cherry red lipsticked glory.

You looked just as surprised to see him as he was to see you. Both of you were staring at each other, slack jawed and unsure of what to do. Once you had time to calm down the night you broke up, you’d regretted your parting words somewhat. It had barely been two weeks but you’d found yourself missing him, but it wasn’t like you could text him, not after what you said or what he said. He’d been right, of course. You’d gone home with the first guy that gave you a second of attention once you went back inside. You didn’t remember his name, or if you even learned it, because you sure as hell weren’t moaning it when he pounded into you. You weren’t moaning anything, because Tom was more than right. You were thinking of him, not the guy kissing your neck and collarbones, so much that you couldn’t even get in the mood enough for one fuck with someone that wasn’t him.

You took a step forward, trying to work your mouth enough to speak but Tom snapped his mouth shut, cast his eyes behind you and walked straight passed without a word.

Red was what he saw when she rocked up to his place unannounced.

“Just a second!” Tom called out, as the knocking persisted.

It was late, he’d been in the bathroom, cleaning up after a shower when he faintly heard the knocking over the music he had playing. He jogged to the door, yanking it open whilst running his hand through his damp hair, which dropped to his side in anger when he saw you.

“Fuck do you want?”

“To talk, maybe? If that’s alright?”

“Fine.”

You went to step inside but Tom made no move to let you pass, instead crossing his arms over his chest.

“I mean, I’d rather not do this in the doorway,” you said quietly.

“That’s too bad. You have ten seconds to start talking or I’m shutting the door on you.”

“Listen, I keep thinking about you. I get drunk to forget but it doesn’t work and I call you, and I call and call and call but you never fucking answer. I know I hurt you and what I did was shitty and you didn’t deserve it, you really didn’t and I’m sorry for putting you through it.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are. Who’re you calling baby these days, huh?”

“Nobody, Tom.”

“Right, ‘cause no one could take my place, is that what you’re telling me?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Oh, my fucking god, you have to be joking. How many people have you slept with since we broke up? Where was this effort when we were actually something?”

“Just give me a chance to be better, please.”

Your voice was pleading, you wanted him back in any way he would give himself to you. Your heart leaped when he sighed and moved to the side to let you in. You hurried past him in case he changed his mind but loitered awkwardly behind him as he shut the door.

Tom didn’t know exactly what he wanted, maybe it was you, maybe he was just sexually frustrated. But hearing you almost begging for him to take you back made something stir in him. He walked up to you without stopping until he’d backed you into a wall, your chest rising and falling rapidly, his mouth barely an inch from yours.

“Say you want me,” he said quietly but strongly.

You gulped, unable to take your eyes off his. “I want you,” you whispered, your hands finding his waist.

He quickly grabbed them and pinned them to the wall by your sides.

“Say you want me back in your life.”

“I want you back in my life.”

He kept the gap between your faces but ground his hips onto yours, causing you to let out a quiet moan.

“Say you need it.” he commanded, grinding his hips harder.

“I need it, baby, please.”

He smirked and leaned in slightly so your lips were brushing.

“Such a good girl begging for me. What do you want, love?”

“You. You touching me, fucking me, anything.”

“Keep going.”

He started trailing kisses down your neck, stopping every couple of inches to suck and bite your skin.

“I want you to leave bruises from gripping my hips so tight. I want you to hear me moan your name. I want to decorate your collarbones with hickies. I need you to make me yours.”

“Then mine you shall be,” Tom growled, smashing his lips to yours.

Red was the scratches she left on his back.

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[hwalovs]

Valentine

1.8k words

Summary; Its a drabble guys I’m slowly finding inspiration

Pairing; Hendery, Reader

Warning; nothing 

Song/s; Valentine, Lie to me. Both by 5SOS

I love the light in your eyes and the darkness in your heart. You love our permanent chase and the bite of our bark.

When you first met him, you both were young trainees. Spending time with the vocal coaches and sweating with the teachers in the hot, humid dancing room. You both grew to be fond strangers, giving small smiles and side glances. Staying back and silently giving tips on how to improve a dance move, or how to improve a bridge either of you had trouble on. No words were spoken though, your eyes said it all. 

One day after practice you waited for him, to stay back and follow each others dance movements, fix any rough edges. But he never stayed, you left. Finding him in the hallway, throwing his fist into another young boy’s gut, breath leaving your chest, you turn and go the other way.

You don't stay back after that, you now quickly pick up your things and run out of the dance room with the other girls from your dorm room, he still waits though. Waits for you to return and help with those rough edges. You noticed how he stayed back, and grew fond of how he would. You grew to love the brightness that showed when you finally did stay back one day, and he grew to love how you never stayed to late, never saying goodbye.

We know we’re classic together like egyptian gold. We love us

When he finally spoke to you, it was a cold day in February. Saying a small “Flick your arm up, when the beat comes to a halt” You were taken aback, his voice sounded like velvet. Deep and rich like the sea and get so light and airy, just like the spring in april. You still didn't say anything, you kept the chase going. After the third week of that, you finally spoke “Try using your head voice, it'll keep a more stable tone” He was surprised, how your voice could be so small, get have such a strong tone. It was in vocal lessons, in the hallway after the teacher left to help another student. You both sat next to each other, quietly helping when you could.

After that, he invited you to sit with him at lunch, talking to you quietly, about your life and your family. What you wanna do in your future group, when you want to debut. If you'll leave if you don't make it into the next cut. And you asked him the same.

That grew to be your routine. Not many words spoken, all said through small touches and shy glances.

It don’t matter. Be combative or be sweet cherry pie. It don’t matter, just as long as i get all you tonight.

Your teacher yelled at you one day, telling you that you had gotten all the steps wrong, that your useless to the class and won't make anything of yourself if you can't get simple footing right. You wanted to slap her, yell at her that you never learned how to do such footing. He watched, eyes low and sympathetic as the teacher was in your face, yelling at you while the others just watched. He wanted to hold you, yell at the teacher for shouting such mockery at a young student. You didn’t talk to him after that, didn't sit with him at lunch. You didn't even come to lunch that day.

The next day, though. You were smiling, sitting and speaking with him, working harder in class and showing the teacher that you could indeed learn hard footing and dancing overnight. She was pleased.

That was the night he kissed you. Outside of the practice room, stopping you to tell you how good you did that day, smiling and pulling you into a warm, tight hug. You shyly gave one back, butterflies stretching their wings again in your lower stomach. He leaned in close and kissed you lightly, if you weren't paying attention. It would have felt like a feather touching your lips. He tasted like chocolate.

I can take you out. Oh. oh. We can kill some time, stay home.

It was winter break now, every student was allowed to go home to their families for one week before being called back to the cramped dorms and horrible lunch schedule. The overworking teachers and lessons each person had to take for years. He took you out to a restaurant before you both left, it wasn't fancy. It was a little more expensive than you both could afford, but his parents sent him money. After the small dinner, he took you to the park, walking around and taking photos of you in front of the lights the city had hung up, your nose was pink from the cold and it was dark so the pictures looked black, the lights illuminated your face perfectly. He looked perfect that night, he looked his happiest with you under his arm, by his side.

He brought you back to his dorm room, his dorm mates had already gone home to visit family.

You spent the night with him that night, he held you close. KIssed down your body and made you feel as though you were on cloud nine. He made you feel like the most important thing to him, and you were.

The next morning you left, he went with you to the airport where you would fly home and stay with family for the rest of the week. He was taking a train, his parents were flying to Korea.

You kissed him long, he held you close. And you both said goodbye with tears brimming your eyes.

Throw balloons, teddy bears and the chocolate eclairs away, Got nothing but love for you, fall more in love everyday.

It was once again February, training was more difficult than ever. The teacher went harder, the days were taken up more with classes. And you both didn't have time to spend with each other anymore, you both were each others little secret. Valentines day came and went, he tries to get you something, but he didn’t have money, and you didn't have any alone time. He whispered to you in the hallway that he loved you, and you felt our heart expand with happiness. You whispered it back without hesitation. You couldn't kiss, there was cameras.

He told you he loved you every time you passed in the hallways everyday after that. He called you his valentine after that day.

I saw you looking brand new overnight. I caught you looking, too, but you didn’t look twice.

He debuted not long after you did, WayV Climbed the charts just as fast as Invictus did in the yearly months. You watched how he changed, how when you debuted he still had his full cheeks and bright smile, when you saw him and his group. It was like looking at a whole new person, his hair was straighter than ever, eyes narrow and cheeks slim. He got taller too, you saw him during award stages, you glanced his way multiple times, but he only looked your way once.

Your heart broke a little.

He stopped you after his first win, pulling you to the side and kissing you harshly, you don't question anything. Your group new about him, and his group already knew about you. You were the only ones left behind the curtain. You had tears brimming your eyes that day, he didn't even say hello, all he did was slip him number into your hand and left.

He didn't even look back.

You look happy, you look happy. Flashing back to New York City

You watched him grow, as he did you. You both kept in touch, but never once spoke out in person. The way he smiled on screen couldn't compare to how he smiled with you. The one you saw on screen, bright and wide, made you sad inside. You couldn't make him smile the way his brothers could. His smile was bright and he looked his happiest on his comeback stage, hair a different style and contacts perfectly aligned. Both WayV  and Invictus Tied at number 1.

That winter you and your group went to New York City, you were meeting a phone company for your first world tour, an interview sparking new popularity.

He saw the way your eyes would light up, smile when your name was called or when one of your other members would joke around with you about the trainee days. They didn’t dare mention him though.

Why would they?

Now i wish we’d never met, ‘cause your to hard to forget.

Some night you would stay up crying into your pillowcase, wishing he was there to wipe away your tears and glare away the people who spoke such nasty works to you. You picked up your phone, scrolling to his contact. Pausing a moment, tears blurring your vision and name fading as you closed your eyes to blink away the tears. You were thinking back to when you first kissed him, you night together before leaving and the many nights after that one. The name he would call you, the whispers in the hallway and when he was above you.

You missed him, so much so that your heart wished for anything of him in that moment.

Thinking back to those times, you also wished you could forget about them, since they bought your greatest heartache. You wished to be happy, to let him go just like you did to others from your trainee days.

You pressed call

It rung 6 times

“Hello?”

Valentine

After your phone call, you spoke everyday. You spend your free time together in the dark and even had a few sleepovers. Your heart was mending and his smile was brighter than ever. He took you out, he kissed away your tears, and he even left some of his shirts at your home with your group mates.

“Hendery?” You called out one day, your head rest on his chest and his hand was tracing random shapes on your naked back, sweat was glistening on his neck and face, making his hair wet around his hairline. Sheets bundled near the bottom of his tummy.

“Hm?” He spoke back in a sleepy, tired manner. The tracing slowly coming to a stop, fading away just like he was.

“Valentine's day is tomorrow” You said quietly, smiling against him. He chuckled at that, shifting to pull you closer against him. Even after the years in training, the rigorous when the teachers didn't let up, and the cold nights he would pull you close. Even the short years after debuting, he still managed to think about you everyday, he still managed to make time for you now.

“I know”

“Remember our last valentine's day?” You questioned back, his grip tightened on you slightly, his heart growing warm from the thought of saying those words to you.

“Mhm, I still mean it when i say i love you”

“I know”

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Let’s Get (Back) Together | l.h. (6)

Ctto of the gifs used!

AU: Parent Trap Dad!Luke

Summary: A strong love which led to a strong marriage and twin daughters. Yet in the end, it didn’t turn out so well. You strongly refuse to encounter him ever again. But what happens when both of you coincidentally send your twin daughters to the same summer camp in Florida after 10 years?

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: swearing, mention of sex, hate comments 

A/N: Ahh, this was really hits home to write. Enjoy! 

I don’t own Parent Trap and its ideas. It’s only used as inspiration.

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-

2020, New York

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N): From Music Video Extra to Real Life Girlfriend Real Quick”

“More than 5 seconds: Luke Hemmings shows off new girlfriend in santa monica”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N): To Amuse or Use Luke Hemmings?”

Those were some of the many headlines of different articles talking about your relationship with Luke. Yes, they were showing negativity, and they hurt you because they weren’t at all true. Why not speak up, right? But you chose not to. You shielded your actual feelings because you didn’t want to stress anyone else out, especially Luke. Having him as a boyfriend has its cons, commonly with the media and paparazzi. You knew that this was bound to happen, so you just braved the media with a fake smile. 

One cold afternoon, you and Luke decided to act touristy in New York before he has a show that same night, alongside the boys and Eleanor. You needed a getaway from Los Angeles, and you thanked the heavens that you had a 2 week break before you go back. Much to your luck, that day was a very happy one. Eating pizza in different pizza places with the boys, taking a lot of photos courtesy of Eleanor and strolling around Times Square and Central Park with all good vibes?

Shit, things were going right for once.

When you guys were headed to enter at the back exit of the venue, the boys decided to meet some fans and take some pictures with them too first. For sure, Eleanor was down since she’s in charge of making the tour videos. You joined it because why the heck not? You want to see your boyfriend happy and maybe help take pictures of him and the fans anyways. 

Walking towards the long lines, fans were instantly screaming excitedly, their idols right within their vicinity. Just thinking about how hardworking the boys have been with their music and their fans loving it so much because it’s relatable and well-written warms your heart so much. Not just that, the fans were so orderly; no mobbing nor grabbing of the boys’ hair or clothing while they await their turns. Seeing their genuine smiles is a quick happy pill. 

“(Y/N), can you take our photo?” Luke handed you a fan’s phone for you to capture their cute moment, which was the girl was being piggybacked by Luke. As you did such, Luke gave you a hug before you handed him back the phone.

“Thanks, babe. You’re the best!” He thanked, kissing your temple and getting aww’s from the fans. 

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” You are called out by a group of different fans who just finished taking their photos by the boys, which naturally urged you to approach them. They didn’t expect that you’d respond, making them squeal.

“Hi girls! How are you doing?” You greeted. 

“We’re doing great! Super excited for the show later!” One girl shared.

“Same! I’ve been waiting for this day for 2 months.

“Hyped and ready to cry.” 

That last response made you laugh. You asked other questions while those fans did the same with you. Pretty much, it was a back and forth interview. Your responses are in bold.

“Are you all from New York?” 

“Born and raised.”

“I’m studying here, but originally from Maine.”

“Any of you bring posters or anything else?”

“I have a mini poster that says “let’s take shots!” in all caps!”

“I have two roses, in case the other one gets lost.”

“What songs are you ready to hear live?”

“Valentine! This is my first 5SOS concert, and I really love that song.”

“Lie to Me. Gives so much goosebumps.”

“Vapor. Pretty old but it’s really beautiful to listen.”

 Switch sides. 

“What’s Luke like when you’re hanging out alone in his house?”

“Always chill, really. To be honest, he’s into cuddles. But one main thing that makes me come back more is Petunia, so shh.” You joked, putting your pointer finger against your lips.

“What’s your most favorite thing about Luke?”

“He makes me laugh over small things, like sending me random boomerangs when I’m in class.”

 “How about your least favorite?”

“One would be when I’m studying, he tries to distract me a whole lot with almost anything his mind can think. Another is hoarding my instant ramen noodles.”

 “How did you guys confess your feelings?” 

“New Years Eve. We were really drunk and just admitted it. You now what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts.” You half-lied.

 “So is the sex great?” One fan fired at you, getting everyone’s attention. You were put on the spot, getting giggly and slightly pressured.

“Best sex ever.” You whispered away, getting them to squeal more. Another fan asked you if she could have a selfie with you, which you happily accepted and then smiled at the camera.

 “Thanks a bunch, (Y/N). Let me just say this, you are so talented and screw the haters! I can’t wait what you’ll do next.” She compliments, your heart feeling warm once more as you gave her a hug as a sign of thankfulness. “Thank you, love. I appreciate it very much.” 

 “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is a user!” You suddenly heard someone shout. 

“(Y/N), you can fuck off!”

“(Y/N), leave Luke alone! You don’t deserve him!” 

 These phrases were attacks on you, and you froze in fright and anger. You turn to where those fans were and bound to speak your mind, but was stopped by Eleanor, whose hand gripped on your arm.

“Not worth it, (Y/N). Now come on, the boys are entering inside and we should too.” Following orders, you bid goodbye to the fans and finally entered the venue, which was a lot warmer than the chilly weather outside.

-

“Thinking 'bout you lots lately, have you been eating breakfast alone like me?”

The show was in full swing. The lighting was on point, good vibes and music too. You were at the balcony area, jamming to Moving Along and swaying your hips alongside Eleanor, who just finished filming excerpts for the video. As the boys played the last chords of the song, the next part would be talking of some sort, which could be a giving thanks one or a roasting session, pretty much anything.

“New York, how are you feeling?!” Luke hyped, the screams of the fans getting louder. 

“You guys have been awesome so far, and wow, I love my job so much!” 

“God, Luke, how many times have you said that on this tour?” Calum asks humorously.

“Too much! But shit, thanks for all the support you’ve given Youngblood!” He raised his mic stand, having some lights flash behind him as he did. As he put the stand down, he looked over at Michael, about to speak again but chiller.

“Let’s get a bit serious for a moment, guys. Hey, Michael. I have a question for you.”

“What’s on your mind, Luke?”

“So, you and Crystal are going 4 years strong now, right?” Luke starts, getting some cheers from the audience.

“Yup, 4 happy years yeah!” More cheers erupted.

“Nice one, buddy! Moving on, did you or Crystal get any hate about that? I’m pretty curious.” Yup, Luke just did that. 

“We did, but it was mostly on her. It made me sad when she’s sad whenever she comes across tweets towards her. There have been times where she was crying to me because it got too much.” Michael’s happy expression turned sour. 

“Sending hate is really low of someone, honestly. When you support the band, you shouldn’t judge whoever they want to date.” Ashton speaks up.

“I have another thing I want to say if you guys don’t mind. So awhile ago, I was taking pictures with a bunch of you guys, then I overheard some fans bashing on my girlfriend. That’s really uncool and hurts a lot to hear.” Luke confronts, disappointed. The crowd grew silent, so intensely it could be cut with as a knife.

“I heard the same with Eleanor actually. Really, guys? How would you feel if you hear when someone says bad things to your friends or family when you’re around?” Calum adds, looking down at his shoes afterwards and adjusting his bass guitar strings.

“To be honest, it’s better to send positivity than negativity, it’s what we need today. If you don’t like them, fine go ahead. Just don’t be vocal about it especially online because we see everything. And to (Y/N), I know it’s a pretty public way to proclaim it, but I truly love you.” Your heart jumped. This is the first time he’s said the big “L” word towards you, full-heartedly and romantically. Not counting the platonic ones from when you were still just friends.

“Aww, too much feels tonight! Fuck hate, love love love! Now, the next song is Talk Fast! Let’s go!” Ashton beamed before hitting the first beats of the song on his drum kit.  You continued to watch Luke from above, his purple glittery eyeshadow sparkling in the light and gripping on the microphone as he sings those lyrics. He noticed, giving you a cheeky wink which made you shake your head in flattery and the crowd go wild again.

-

“Nice show, fellas!” You hear some crew members say to the boys from outside. They just finished, and you and Eleanor were by the dressing room, opening up the bottle of Jack Daniels and a liter bottle of rootbeer. Trust me, this is good shit. Mixing the concoction on a pitcher, you could hear the door creak open, signaling you that the boys are going inside. Turning around, you see 4 sweaty boys, still on a high after performing and holding red cups already.

“Fuck, never gets old!” Michael cheers, lying down on the couch. “What you making over there, babe?” Calum approaches Eleanor from behind, hugging her waist and nuzzling his head on her shoulder. 

“Rootbeer and Jack Daniels. Figured we should try something new, something that isn’t Corona.” Eleanor keeps mixing before removing the spoon to take a sip. Her face puckers up a bit.“This is good! Get your red cups, guys!” You were first in line, pouring the mix on your cup, sipping it. It was strong but sweet.

“I love it!” You continued drinking, but as you stopped, your eyes focused on Luke, sitting on the couch and scrolling through phone. Making your way to him, you sat beside him, putting your head on his shoulder. “Whatcha looking at?” 

“Twitter. A lot of fans took videos of that band speech awhile ago, and it’s getting popular.” He answered in monotone, eyes still glued on his phone. In order to get his full attention, you stood up and got his phone from his grasp

“What the fuck, babe?” He complained, arms crossed before standing up. You forgot for a second that he was really tall, urging your head to tilt upwards.

“Can we talk outside first, Luke?” You bluntly ask. When he nods, you discreetly exited the room, but you hear someone say “oh shit” before you close the door. Walking to find a hidden spot where no one is around quietly, Luke momentarily felt he was in trouble. Was it because he confronted his fans like that or suddenly putting you on the spot with the big “L”? Finally, you found a spot which was near an exit, then Luke broke the silence, nervous.

“Okay, I don’t know for sure what I did to make you annoyed or whatever, so please te-“ You cut him off by softly planting your lips on his, tiptoeing to reach his height. Well, slightly.

One hand was on his shoulder and the other was on his cheek. His hand went under your shirt, feeling his fingers linger on my skin. His vacant hand went to your waist. He wanted more by tugging on your shirt, but you let go before he did could remove it, your forehead resting on his so you could breathe for a bit. His blue eyes opened slowly to yours eyes, giving him a loving smile. 

“Luke, I love you so much too.” Pretty cheesy you thought, but it made the butterflies in your stomach go away. He was everything you wanted in this life. Luke was on cloud nine, lifting you up, your legs entangled on his waist and his hands under your thighs for support.

“You are worth more that the haters, alright? They’ll go through me if they attack again.”

“You know I can defend myself, right?” You played.

“But let me help you, it helps me with my self-esteem.” He wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Whatever, babe. Shut up and kiss me again.” He did as told, his lips crashing your alcohol dripped lips. Tilting your head a bit, his mouth opened up a bit so you could get more access. He bit your lower lip in between, making you moan.

“That never gets old.” He says in between kissing. 

“That’s what makes me love you more.”

-

2034, Los Angeles

“Oh yay! Thank you very much, goodbye.” You hung up the phone call. It was the designer in charge of finalizing the details on your gown that will be worn in your Australian premiere of Take Me or Leave Me.

As you did such, Stella walks in the room, holding on her fuzzy bunny Kira. You couldn’t decipher what she was feeling as she kept a straight face, but you can see her sleepy eyes blinking slowly.

“Morning, bub. Come stay in bed with me, let’s have breakfast in bed.” You insisted, patting the vacant side of your bed. She comes closer and tugged on the bedsheets, entering herself inside but still with a frown.

“How was your day yesterday with Mark? He told you that you watched numerous films and ate a lot pizza.”

“I did, and it was really fun. How was last night for you?”

“Really fun. Date nights with uncle Tim are filled with jokes, awkwardness and really good food.” She smiles, then frowns again.

“Are you okay, Stella? You’ve been frowning since you lied in bed with me.”

“Well, I need to meet up someone tomorrow, but I don’t know what to do next.” She squirms, instantly hid herself in the blankets.

“Stella, come on, talk to me.” You try to pull down the sheets, but Stella’s grip was stronger.

“Stella! I need to meet up with Stella. She’ll be here tomorrow.”

“O-kay, but where could she be right now?” You squint your brows at her nonsense.

“Sydney, Australia with her dad Luke Hemmings.” You froze. Your grip of the blanket softened, lifting it.

“You’re not Stella?” You were in disbelief, thinking this is a nightmare and very eager to wake up. You pinched your side, wincing. Sadly, you’re awake.

“Hello, mum.” Rebecca crawled out from the covers, hearing the strong Australian accent just like his.

“Oh my god, you’re Rebecca?” She nods slowly. You put your hand on your mouth, trying to comprehend the situation.

“Stella and I, we switched places. She wanted to see dad and I wanted to see you. I’ve been waiting for this moment to happen, and I wanted you to love me as me, not as Stella.” Rebecca explained in full in order for you to catch on why she is here. You wanted to cry, but first you gave her a heartfelt hug. “Oh poppet, I have loved you all this time. I missed you.”

“You called me poppet. Dad still calls me that.”

“That was always our nickname for you because you laughed at the sound of Stella’s mouth bubbles when they pop a lot, which is also why we called Stella bub.”

“I missed you so much too, mum.” As you were a having a moment, it was cut as you hear Mark crying a bit as he held your breakfast tray. “I’m so sorry, miss. This just made me happy.” He put it down and exits quietly, also closing the door. “So what happens now? Will you switch us back?” Her blue eyes she inherited from her father looked nervous.

“Well, technically, you belong with your dad and Stella belongs with me.”

“Wow. This set-up is such a bummer, mom.”

“I know, poppet. I’m sorry that’s what we planned.” You remained silent, letting some tears out.

“They’ll be in Los Angeles tomorrow. Dad has a few shows here, working in the studio all week with the band and attending the VMAs too. Don’t you get invited to go to the VMAs every year?”

“I do, but I stopped because-”

“Dad was there.” She finishes your sentence, disheartened.

“Yes.” You frowned at the fact. Just imagine you going right after that divorce and the years after, it would cause tension and a topic different media outlets would use to their advantage. Just no.

“Well then. You better tell Gina that you’re going and get the show on the road!” Stella cheers, getting up from the bed and raising her arms in celebration. “Yeah, let’s get it.” You say, anxiously dreading with what’s to come.

-

“I fucking can’t with this.” You kept going in and out of your walk-in closet, breathing out the smoke from your e-cigarette which you haven’t used since the divorce out of stress. Mark was also there, holding some outfit choices you picked earlier. Gina just arrived 10 minutes, being oriented by Mark that you know about the situation. She was also in the room, contacting the organizers of the VMAs of the last minute changes to your acceptance of invitation and arrival.

“I haven’t seen Luke Hemmings in 10 years, although hearing about him and his personal and band life wasn’t easy to swerve away. And to see him tomorrow already? I’m not mature enough for this!” You ranted, brushing away some hair because it was messed up. Pacing the room back in fort, breathing through the e-cigarette and letting out more smoke, you spoke up again.

“If he didn’t drive me crazy and angry all the time, we would still be married.” You made your way to Mark, comparing out the different outfits. “Gina, dear, which do you like better?”

Gina, who just finished texting the final details, looked up from her phone and examined closely what you chose. One outfit was a red plunging neckline, spaghetti strap dress with a slit up until your whole leg with red ensembles, and the other was a black dress also with a plunging neckline with a much shorter slit on the side with black heels.

“Nice to see you you like plunging necklines.” She chuckles. “The red one. You can wear the black one in the afterparty.”

“Afterparty? I don’t think it’s appropriate since Rebecca’s with me.” You implied. “Well, the organizers insist you’d come! It’s been a long time they said, and they would want you to have a comeback. Besides, they want to meet Rebecca too.” You pondered for a minute. You were just concerned on how Rebecca would react to the paparazzi in LA, the flashing lights on her. But then again, she was probably used to it with having Luke as her father in the first place. “Okay, I’ll go. In one condition.”

“What is it, miss?”

“Well firstly, Gina, I have known you for all these years and I don���t know what I’d do without you getting through my hectic schedule and career, so I was wondering if -”

“I’d go with you to both the events, take care of her and make things easier?” She said the words straight out of your mouth. You gripped her shoulders, nuzzling your head.

“Oh would you please! Thank you so much, and you don’t have to go as my assistant, just as a close family friend, which is a fact too.”

“No worries, miss! And as a friend, when I am seeing my ex after 10 years and had your looks,” Her hands this time gripped on your shoulders and brought you to the vanity mirror and chair, sitting you down. She opens one drawer and brings out a silver choker and assorted rings, then puts some hair on one side. “I would have this getup on. You will slay it! Whatcha think, Mark?”

“You’re gonna kill it, and him too!” He exclaimed.

As this occurred, Rebecca was behind the door, giggling at your frantic self. She liked that you really wanted to make a bold entrance to your crazy man of an ex-husband and to the media as well. Entering the room, you were lying on the bed, still vaping out smoke.

“Mom, stop that! It’s not healthy!” She came to your side, grabbing the e-cigarette, giving it to Mark. “Hey, I need it!”

“Hide this wherever, I don’t want her to die just yet.”

“No problem, bub.” Mark leaves the room, sneakily smoking a bit of it. Luckily, you didn’t see it because you would grow even madder. “That thing costs a lot, you know?” You told the blonde girl, now drinking out of your flask, tasting the familiar taste of vodka. “I know, aunt Eleanor has one just like it.” She answers, also saying a name you haven’t heard in so long.

“Aunt Eleanor? How is she?” You chimed in, focused the whereabouts and state of your once close friend in your twenties. It’s been ages since you’ve heard about her, the last being when you told her about the finalization of the divorce.

“Great, she and uncle Calum are great and also happy. You know her?”

“She was one of my closest friends, who is your godmother. Dad didn’t tell you, huh?” She shakes her head. “Well, I miss her very much. She was one of the people I cut off ties with because I was too hurt after I separated with your dad.”

“That’s awful! You should reconnect when they come here tomorrow or something when you talk to dad.” Rebecca reacted. You regret cutting off ties, but talking to her will remind her of Luke because it was the tour life that bonded you with her a lot and it will be so painful. You got to do what you have to do in order to be sane once more.

“Speaking of your dad, does he know about the switch-up?” You question, sitting up from your previous position in order to look at her properly. “Yes, Stella just messaged me a while ago that she told dad.” She makes up, trying to comfort you so you wouldn’t worry anymore. But you weren’t aware of such.

“Yikes, I’m going to have to mentally prepare for that.” You say, putting your palm on your face. But from your peripheral view, you watched how Rebecca pouted, full of sadness and fright. This isn’t normal for an 11 year old to handle, and this is a nightmare as well for you to deal with an ex-husband when things didn’t work out like it used to.

“Oh poppet, your dad and I will work this out, okay? I got this under control.” You reassured her, her saddened eyes brightened, feeling hopeful as she hugs you, falling on your back. You tried not to cry or tear up yet despite the temptation.

Truly, the guilt pangs your heart for leaving but glad that you are reunited. How dearly you missed this girl.

[jungnoir]

11 questions tag x3... again!

sefiijsefi this is the second time I’ve been tagged in the 11 questions tag three times? I love it. I was tagged by m’babies @mansaeboysbe @sunnysidewrites and @sambashua!

mansaeboysbe’s questions;

1. Weirdest present you’ve ever received?


...deodorant... deadass I just stared at it in disbelief for like an hour and I’m still salty about it

2. Colored pencils, markers, or crayons?


markers!!! my only reason is,, they write sexy

3. If you could dye your hair any color, what would it be?


white, like princess allura!

4. If you could pick one concept for a group, which group would you pick and what would the concept be?

ASTRO - DARK CONCEPT

5. Do you prefer sweet or sour candy?


hmmm, sweet and sour?

6. Favorite quirk of an idol?


taeyong and his need to protect/provide ;-;

7. If you could rename any fandom which would it be and what would you name it?

army! i would name us “jin’s loyal subjects”

8. Something you want to tell your bias?

i’m pretty sure i would tell them all: I love you, you’re working hard, lean on me if you need to

9. You’re stuck in a Kpop MV. Which one would you want to be in, and which one would you not want?

YOOOOOO ok, I would love to be in astro’s baby mv!! or chuu’s heart attack mv!! and I would not want to be in most of bap’s mvs giehfisjfisdf they always in some sort of dark gang shit and im not tryna get killed!

10. Which AU have you always wanted to write for but haven’t?

P I R A T E  A U

11. Use a meme to describe how your 2017 went, and how you want 2018 to go

2017

2018

sunny’s questions;

1. Do you believe in destiny or fate and why or why not?

I like to sometimes. I like to believe that things aren’t just happening at random and that people come and go for a reason and for a season. however, I don’t think there’s a set way you’re supposed to be. I like to think we have control over our actions and our fate. like merida would say, choose yer fate

2. What song sums up your childhood?

cinderella - cheetah girls fghfis i used to bump that so much

3. Slippers or socks?

socks!!! especially the fluffy ones

4. What’s your favorite fruit, and what don’t you like?

I really like strawberries, and I really dislike grapefruit (the first time i had it i swear my soul left my body)

5. Soft/chewy or hard candy?

chewwwwwwy i love the squish

6. What’s your go-to movie and song?

go-to movie is probably howl’s moving castle (do u recall our convo on how hot howl is) and my go-to song is........ probably wi ing wi ing by hyukoh!

7. What’s an artist that you have a guilty pleasure for, present or past? (ex: i was a diehard directioner in their prime time but that train has left the station)

first of all, Same

I guess an artist I had a guilty pleasure for was cody simpson sefhishfi listen he had some bops

8. What were your past fandoms before getting into kpop?

jfc rghihsf um well! the ones that got me introduced to tumblr was superwholock, then 1D, then 5sos, then marvel, and then I got here when I thought I was almost free of obsessions and ready to actually have a life

9. What’s your zodiac sign, and do you have a favorite?

VIRGO and my favorite is scorpio (I actually had a url on my other blog that was scorpiokink like... i love scorpios so much you guys get too much shit sometimes). I really like how loyal they are, and while they do have that whole trust thing LOL once you win their trust they’re pretty much there for you for life, and virgos are similar in that respect so I think they get along well. I’m also instantly attracted to scorpios right off the bat, I can usually tell when someone is a scorpio bc my Scorpio senses start tingling lmao. my ideal partner has scorpio somewhere in their chart i promise you

10. What would you want to have a lifetime supply of?

happiness

11. What’s a really bad joke that is just too bad you laugh at how bad it is?

google “kim seokjin’s jokes” (i’m kidding i love u jin)

mir’s questions;

1. If you could travel anywhere, but were completely by yourself, where would you go?


Disneyworld!!

2. What inspires you?


the thought that I’m that much closer to my ideal life

3. How many pets would you have in your ideal future? Any specific names or types in mind?


I plan to have a zoo and I’m sure they’re all gonna have ridiculous names like big boy, pomeranian #8, minsugageniusjjangjjangmanbo

4. What are you opinions on fedoras

if you’re a man wearing one never ask for my honest opinion if you want to still feel good about wearing one

5. how many spoons can you balance on your face at once (picture or video proof preferred (i’m trying to get someone to do it pls anyone))

one whole spoon before my mom yells at me for messing with the clean spoons sorry mir

6. What is your favorite type of tree?

cherry blossom tree!

7. If you could convince one person to like kpop who would you convert?

who do you think beyonce would stan in red velvet

8. What are three things you are normally associated with and/or what are three things you want to be associated with?

hahahaha i’m probably associated with namjoon, writing, and the zodiac. i’d love to be associated with nature, rilakkuma, and roses.

9. If you were in a kpop group what position would you hold (ie. leader, main vocal, moodmaker, etc) feel free to tag your mutuals and who they would be!

I’d probably be the maknae or the second youngest, and maybe a vocal? the one you don’t bias bc they remind you too much of a sibling

10. If you could have any wild animal as a tame pet what would it be?? (i’m ocelot loyal all the way)

A WOLF omg they’re freakin huge but so cute. honestly i’d just live in the forest and let it in my house whenever it wanted to be there. I don’t want to domesticate it or anything, just make sure it doesn’t eat me or anything in my house

11. What is your opinion on mint chocolate chip ice cream? (for maj)

hello

I love it

and that is all!! I’m honestly so pooped from answering q’s that I can’t think up any of my own so I think I will just not tag anyone in this one fsiuhfis