#boyfriend 5sos blurb

[33-81]

missed but never forgotten 💔

[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

Final result soft boyfriend!luke from this poll<3

Sunflowers & Chocolates🌻🍫

Luke + f!reader

Warning : none! Well except for my horrible writing lol.

+masterlist | reblogs are highly appreciated!

Luke was happy, really happy. He just got home from tour in which he, not to be dramatic but had the time of his life, he is in a pretty good place in his relationship, the bands doing good and honestly he can’t believe it. He never thought that he would be in this place like at all. And he doesn’t want this high to end ever.

And with that in mind he thought of doing something for his girlfriend who he still hasn’t met after getting back. He went to the flower shop near his house and got a big bouquet of sunflowers (her favorite), then he got a box of chocolates and her favorite ice cream and he was ready to go.

He drove up to her apartment, greeted the small dog at the entrance (maybe he spent a little while petting it) and finally knocked on her door. It wasn’t locked but she didn’t answer, with worried eyes he slowly inched his way inside. “Baby!” His voice rang as his blue eyes searched every inch of the place. “Y/N” he called again, voice laced with worry.

He nearly dropped all of the stuff he had in his hands, nearly. But in a second he had her wrapped up in his long arms, head resting on top of hers, kissing her here and there. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks softly, his arms bringing her closer to his body, if that’s even possible.

He nearly dropped all of the stuff he had in his hands, nearly. But in a second he had her wrapped up in his long arms, head resting on top of hers, kissing her here and there. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks softly, his arms bringing her closer to his body, if that’s even possible.

He nearly dropped all of the stuff he had in his hands, nearly. But in a second he had her wrapped up in his long arms, head resting on top of hers, kissing her here and there. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks softly, his arms bringing her closer to his body, if that’s even possible.

“Nothing, ‘s fine” she says as she nuzzle against him, breathing in his expensive cologne. “Just hold me and I’ll be fine”

Luke hummed dropping one last kiss on the top of her head, picking her up as she squealed. He knew how to work in these situations, knew that she’ll talk to him when needed. He smiled, looking down at her face as he held her bridal style. Her arms wrapped around his neck. He dropped his head until his lips can brush against her lips. “I love you” he mouthed as he took her to the bed and placed her gently on top of it.

He crawled up on the bed, got comfortable then he pulled her onto his lap. “I love you more” she replied finally, reaching up to kiss his nose which scrunched in return launching her to a fit of giggles. “Impossible” he retorted, kissing her forehead as his fingers kneaded through her silky hair. “No way”

After a while of laying on top of him and listening to his heartbeat, she asked in a mumble “So, what did you get me?” He chuckled, squeezing her “Well, I bought you chocolate-”. “Say no more!” She said, sprinting out of the room. He laughed to himself, walking behind her to the living room table.

“Aww baby! You bought me sunflowers!” She exclaimed happily, turning around to kiss the man she was in love with. “Of course, baby” he replied, right after she pulled away. “That’s probably melted” he said referring to the bucket of ice cream he bought.

“Wow what crime did you commit?” She joked as she put it in the fridge, the flowers in water and opened the box of chocolates. “Can’t I love my girl?” Luke asked cheekily.

“You can! But it’s time for your girl to love you. So, go sit on the couch rockstar.” She said turning around.

“Here you go” she said feeding him a piece of chocolate. “But I got them for you”

“And now I’m feeding them to you” she said with wide eyes as if she’s talking to a child. He shook his head softly, taking the piece of chocolate onto his mouth, biting softly at her finger teasingly.

“Hey!”

“I actually got you something else too” he said, hesitantly looking up at her eyes. “What? Luke you didn’t have to!” She said with a mouth full of chocolates. He chuckled, wiping the corner of her mouth with his thumb. “I did baby, I did”.

He suddenly dropped to the floor and got on one knee. She nearly choked on her own spit as he reached inside a pocket and pulled out a small silver ring. “W-what are you doing?” She asked, the shock evident in her voice.

He took her hand in his and put the ring on her ring finger. Then he intertwined their hands as brought it to his face and gave a quick kiss. “It’s a promise ring. I promise to love you and be right here next to you for as long as you allow me to.”

“Luke!” She exclaimed, getting on her knees right next to him. “I love you so much!”

It was at that moment that Luke knew that there was no away he could ever not be happy as long as she was there.

🌻🍫🌻

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Thank you for reading!

A/N : I feel like this sucked so hard! I haven’t written in months and so this felt like first time writing a fic, I’m sorry but I hope you enjoyed it nevertheless.

[cherrygirlfriend]

kook!reader sneaks out with bf!jj

warnings: fluff

a really quick blurb inspired by good girls by 5sos, i've been listening to them a lot lately and suddenly i'm 11 years old playing habbo with the bros again...

you're a good girl, daddy's favorite.

yet his lips on yours feel so addictive, his hands sliding up under the hem of your shirt behind the rows of books, pulling you closer.

everyone thinks you're sweet like sugar, pretty as a picture.

you have it all; a wealthy father who already planned out the next five years of your life down to the classes you'd be taking at a college he chose, one of the richest guys in town as your perfect boyfriend, an academic career to watch out for.

yet there you were, an eyeliner pencil in hand as you smudged some into your waterline, getting ready to see jj.

"if you're not more careful, you're gonna get caught." nicky piped up, scrolling on his phone on your bed.

"i know, that's what this is for." you sigh, turning to him, the boy looking at you up and down, "how do i look?"

"like a... pogue." nicky said, scrunching his nose up slightly as he took in your attire, your usual dresses and skirts replaced by a bikini top, one of jj's shirts and a pair of ripped denim shorts.

"perfect." you grin, "you remember our plan?"

"yes, don't come out of your room and if i hear your dad passing the door i'll pretend to be talking sweet nothings to you." he scoffed, "isn't it kind of weird that he lets us have sleepovers despite us 'dating'?"

"maybe he's seen you check him out." you say with a grin, "or he just hopes i baby-trap you."

"we would have a cute kid. if we end up in a lavender marriage, could we have one?"

"definitely." you said, opening your bedroom window, "tell connor i said hi."

"oh, 'hi sweetie, my girlfriend told me to say hi to you'." nicky rolled his eyes with a snort, watching as you started climbing out of your window. "tell pogue boy to bring you home at appropriate hours."

you flipped him off, before starting on your usual route out of your bedroom. and when you landed on the ground and saw him leaning against his dirt bike with his usual grin adorning his face, you couldn't help but run to him, a wide smile on your face.

jj laughed as he caught you, holding onto your waist as you kissed him, the blonde lifting you off the ground. "missed you..." he mumbled against your lips as he set you back down, his forehead connected with yours.

"i missed you too."

"ready to go?"

"where are we going?"

"somewhere we get to be alone." jj shrugged, a daring look on his eyes as you both hopped onto his bike.

your arms tightened their hold around his waist, the wind sweeping your hair back as you flew past the line between figure eight and the cut, and in that moment, it didn't matter to you that it was in the middle of the night, or that this should be the last thing you're doing with the last person you were supposed to be doing it with, all that mattered was how warm jj's body felt under your hands.

and every part of you was ecstatic when you finally got to be alone with him, to feel his hands on your body. guess good girls are just bad girls that haven't been caught.

[watermelonsugacry]

2013 Blurbs

It's Not That Simple

YN and Harry being oblivious idiots and lie to their mums on the set of filming their new music video, Story of My Life (2.3k)

Publicist

YN’s character in the Best Song Ever music video.

Risky

Moments where YN and Harry get a little too touchy on stage.

Contagious

YN takes care of Harry when he has the stomach flu.

Jealousy Jealousy

A few moments where YN and Harry were jealous of one another and fans noticed.

Satisfied

Harry asks YN how her night went after seeing someone come out of her hotel room.

Almost

Moments where YN and Harry could have had their first kiss together while still in the band.

LM Discography

Songs YN helped write and produce for Little Mix over the years.

Try That

A little friendly competition between YN and Zayn.

Beanie

YN surely isn't jealous of Harry dating Taylor Swift.

English Love Affair

YN’s PR stunt with the drummer of 5SOS.

MOVE

The story of how YN and her boyfriend (and future fiancé) met.

Mirroring

Mirroring moment between Harry and YN over the years.

Stockholm Syndrome

The origin story of the song and its growth since then (3.1k)

[lipringlrh]

formula one masterlist

series :

evermore (coming soon)

good riddance (coming soon)

love languages

alex albon :

blurbs:

comfy mornings

carlos sainz :

blurbs:

asking him to do the bow trend (550)

charles leclerc :

him - you and charles have begun to form a relationship, but you’re still calling your ex whilst he sleeps. charles x reader, lando x reader. (2.1k)

i know it won’t work - you don’t love charles anymore and it’s wrong to keep dragging him along. (1.8k)

blurbs:

first fight (300)

daniel ricciardo : (not writing for now)

small rooms and crowded spaces - you don't do well in crowded rooms or rooms full of people but daniel is always there to make you feel better. (1.1k)

fernando alonso :

~ nothing yet

george russell :

~ nothing yet

lance stroll :

~ nothing yet

lando norris : (not writing for now)

give you a show - when your roommates that good looking, it’s hard not to stare. (800)

he doesn’t want me when he’s sober - lando’s your best friend but seems to like you when he’s drunk. but then again, he seems to like everyone when he’s drunk. (1.5k) | lando ending | logan ending

him - you and charles have begun to form a relationship, but you’re still calling your ex whilst he sleeps. charles x reader, lando x reader. (2.1k)

look who's staring now - your boyfriends so pretty whilst he sleeps, how could you not stare at him? (800)

logan sargeant :

sneaking around - hiding your relationship from your brother is hard, should you tell him? should you not? (1.2k)

you said you were in love, i’m not sure you meant with me though - ft oscar piastri (1.4k) (personal fave)

max verstappen :

race for your heart - you’re not meant to be there, but you can’t stay away, especially not from the racer who can’t stop winning. (3.7k) (personal fave)

oscar piastri :

dirty streets - oscar swears he doesn’t like you but still holds your hand. (950)

‘tis the damn season - cold months and old towns reunite an old love. (2.1k)

you said you were in love, but i’m not sure you meant with me though - ft logan sargeant (1.4k) (personal fave)

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[nostalgiabones]

Nightmares // L.H

This is a request from this prompt list! I’m working my way through them so please send me a number(s) and a band member if you’d like one💞

1. Holding their hands when they are shaking 

13. Playing their fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch

15. Calming them down when they have a bad dream 

“Baby,”

“I’m scared.” Luke sounded like a child as he mumbled against your skin. You had woken up moments earlier to him sitting up in bed, chest tight and trying to catch his breath as he realised where he was; safe, in your bedroom.

He didn’t have nightmares often, but when he did, they shook him up. Because when he had them, they weren’t of monsters that were quite obviously non existent, once he was awake. More often than not, they were realistic scenarios of someone he loved getting hurt in some way. And he couldn’t handle it.

“You’re alright Lu, I’m right here. It was just a bad dream, babe.” You pulled him into your arms and let him practically lay on top of you. His head fell to the middle of your chest, resting in the crook of your neck where the faded smell of your perfume flooded his senses. It helped to ground him. To remind him that he was safe, that you were there, and that the thoughts that plagued his mind weren’t real.

You held Luke as he cried quietly into your neck, taking sharp breaths. It broke your heart to see him so upset, when all you could do was reassure him that he was safe. He craved your warmth, your touch, anything that you could do to calm him down.

His hands were trembling against your shoulder, where he was trying to hold onto you. You took one of his hands into yours, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing gently, to ground him. Your other hand rubbed along his shoulders, trying to calm him down as he took shaky breaths against your neck.

“I hate it.” He whimpered quietly, his voice breaking in an attempt to stop the tears falling once more. You rubbed your thumb under his eyes, to wipe his tears, before swiping them across his cheekbones in a soothing gesture. “It scares me.”

“I know, I know you do.” You murmured in a reply. You ran your fingers through his messy, bleached curls, pushing them away from his face. The sensation of you gently scratching his scalp made him calm down. “I’ve got you though.”

You called Petunia’s name and it wasn’t long before she joined you on the bed. It was almost as if she hated seeing Luke upset as much as you did. She pushed her way under the duvet, trying her hardest to get under his arm where she usually laid.

“Hey, piggy.” Luke reached out to squish her cheeks, before stroking over her head, trying to distract himself. She moved closer, trying to give him kisses and nuzzle her face against his. “I’m okay, baby.”

His pounding heart seemed to slow a little as you ran your hands through his messy curls. His darker roots were starting to grow out into the bleached blonde locks, after spending several hours dying it weeks ago. His eyes felt heavy, weighed down from the tears and lack of sleep he’d had.

“You’re okay.” You soothed, continuing to run your hands through his hair as he cuddled in closer to you. He settled down, sighing deeply against your neck as he cuddled in closer to you. “Get some more sleep. I love you, okay?”

“Love you.”

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[calpops]

A soft night breeze cuts through the air and brings you closer to Calum. Duke is snuggled between you and the pillows and blankets laid on the grass provide a nest of warmth. The stars are out but your gazes cut from each other to the projector aimed at the house. The movie you watched the first night you spent with Calum plays but it’s merely background noise to the beat of his heart you can hear so clearly with your head pressed to his chest. Your fingers softly and mindlessly tap out the rhythm on his ribcage and you almost know that he’s smirking up at the night sky. It’s an innate habit to hear his heartbeat and tap it out for him, to compare it to the subtle thump of yours and know they’re beating in time with each other.

You sigh and he shifts, arms wrapping you up a bit tighter just as you silently wished for.

“You remember the first time we watched this?” Calum asks and captures your hand in his, laces your fingers together and glides his thumb across your knuckles. It’s his habit, a way to silently communicate and feel you with him.

“Of course,” you respond and scrunch up your nose. “But we didn’t do much watching.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the memory of the night and though it was long ago it still brings beautiful little nerves fluttering to life in your stomach.

Calum chuckles and Duke pops his head up with ears perked to show his interest. Calum uses his free hand to ruffle his ears and settle him back down into the snuggle. You tilt your face up and feel the warmth of his skin against the tip of your cool nose. You give him a small kiss to soft skin on his neck and burrow back into his embrace.

“Haven’t really been watching tonight either,” he admits and let’s his hand wander from yours to the curve of your hip. His fingertips lightly ghost up your side in a soft tickle that elicits a giggle.

“Me either,” you respond and conclude the movie doesn’t matter anymore. You shift up, weight on your hands sinking into the blankets so you can hover over him.

“I like this a lot more,” Calum says quietly and pulls you down for a kiss.

“Me too,” you say against his lips and know this will be how the rest of the night plays out.

The movie is forgotten in favor of kisses, the soundtrack is drowned out in favor of hearing each other’s heartbeats and content sighs. Just like the first night you attempted to watch. Just like any other night a movie is merely an excuse to snuggle in and stay wrapped up in each other for hours.

[whitterzthefangirl]

It’s Not Right But It’s OK

Doesn’t have the ending I want, but I’m sick of looking at it. <3 <3 <3 <3  Boyfriend!Calum w/ a side of Cheater!Calum   An arm, attached to the body of the man you loved, weighed on your mid-section as you laid in this king size bed. In an effort to make sure he stayed asleep, you withdrew your body from him slowly, gently placing his arm on the bed once your feet were safe on the ground. After 2 years of resenting him for being a heavy sleeper, you find yourself thankful for the quality in this moment. Not wanting to face him again just yet, you quickly remove yourself from the dark room with windows covered by black-out curtains. 

When you stumble into the kitchen, you are met with evidence of a night out. Shot glasses, and liquor bottles decorate the counter-top. It’s easy to spot your shot glass. Not only because it’s got a Princess crown on it, but because it’s the only one with bright pink lipstick on it, 

“Your signature color,” Calum had commented, kissing the corner of your mouth when you came to join everyone in the kitchen. He pulled you close with his arms around your waist, whispering into your ear, “There’s only one place I like seeing it more than your lips.” 

You had giggled in the moment, playfully nudging him away. You had known exactly what his dirty mind was thinking, and it had made you excited to come home after a night of drinking with his friends. As you stood in the kitchen now, on the morning after, you knew that the dirty sex you had wanted to partake in with your boyfriend hadn’t taken place, instead replaced by an argument. 

You found yourself in the ladies room, alone until you were joined by another with similar hair and eyes. Due to the amount of alcohol you had consumed, you complimented her top, a black lace number with red underlay. 

When you heard her mumble back, “Your boyfriend loved it on the floor of his hotel room, too,” you asked her to repeat herself, you were taken back when she didn’t back down, instead producing video evidence of your very blonde boyfriend making out with her in what looked like a very public place. 

While you knew this video  didn’t prove the pair had sex, it did prove that another women had touched the blonde hair you had loved so much. This thought pushed forward the memory of when you first came home to that new hair, giggling and running your hands through it, claiming you had a new boyfriend. ADD DETAIL HERE That had sparked sex in the? In that moment, your memory of sex with Calum didn’t matter. Afterall, this woman was flaunting video evidence of his infidelity in your face as if she wasn’t destroying everything you knew. She instead looked satisfied with herself. 

“I just wanted you to know,” she looked at your head tilted to the side, no trace of empathy in her eyes. 

Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of seeing you rattled, you smiled back, pit in your stomach, and stupidly prayed that Calum had a good answer for this. You lied through your teeth, “Just started dating him a few weeks ago, and his hair has always been dark. Good to know we’re eskimo sisters,” you laughed harnessing every portion of sober you had, while taking so much effort considering the amount of shots that had already been consumed, “Feels so great to sleep with a popstar, am I right?”

Unsatisfied with her loss, she left the bathroom as your world shattered. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you began to shake, “This can’t be happening.” You shook your head from side to side, hoping something in your world would change. You found yourself praying that the last few moments hadn’t happened, instead wishing you could go back to living in ignorant bliss. Knowing what that truly meant, you found yourself putting your best face on, shuffling back to the booth where you had left everyone. Approaching the table, Calum smiles in your direction. 

 “Took you long enough. Want another drink?” Calum asked, pulling  you close to him with one arm around your waist. He attempted to kiss your temple, but missed when you dodged the gesture, hoping to avoid any contact with him for the rest of the night. 

“No drink, thank you,” you stood in a spot between him and Michael, not making eye contact. Never one for conflict in front of others, an effort you both made to save face, Calum didn’t pry but looked confused as he joined a conversation with Luke, and Ash about ordering more shots. 

With the knot in your stomach, it was difficult to remain upbeat, so it only took moments for Michael to lean over, asking if you were “OK”. “I’m good,” you had answered, smiling back at him, more to convince yourself than him, which you knew was the sad reality of your life in the moment. Despite the truth you now knew, you were internalizing the worst kind of pain, in an attempt to salvage a good night. Due to his action, you found yourself taking solace in the fact that eventually he too would be in pain, hurt by what you knew. 

With a pat on your thigh, Michael turned away with a smile. Looking at the others in the conversation, you had prayed for a good explanation, but your optimism was cut short when you remembered the 6 months following Calum’s blonde hair. 

“The rough patch,” you whispered out loud, drawing attention from Calum. 

As you stood there in shock, remembering how difficult the months with blonde Calum had been, you recognized the looks of worry on your tablemates’ faces. Following their eyes, you had realized their attention wasn’t on you, but instead behind you. WIthout turning, you suspected that the girl with similar hair and eyes was standing behind you with her black lace shirt, and red underlay. The look on not only Calum’s face, but Ash, Luke, and Michael’s face spoke volumes, confirming what you had hoped wasn’t true. 

Calum had cheated on you.

“What are you guys all looking at?” impressing yourself with how well you were holding it together. 

Luke and Ashton began opposite sentences, trying to come up with a good story, but neither were successful, so you moved your eyes to Calum’s. He looked as though he was going to be sick. His face was bright red, and he had begun to sweat. You turned to confirm what you suspected, seeing the girl with similar hair and eyes laughing with her friends. After making eye contact, you were aware that you could no longer hide. Stuck in your worst nightmare, in a very public place, you turned back to the members of the table, you made eye contact with Calum, “Who is she?” you asked, voice shaking, directing the question towards Calum.

You no longer cared about the girl with similar hair, and eyes, all that mattered in that moment were the next words that he created, “I don’t know. I’m not sure who she is,” you were disappointed to hear the lie continue, wishing you hadn’t seen what you had, because you wanted to be blinded with love enough to trust him. 

You turned to Ashton. He had been your first friend in LA, and the one to introduce you to Calum. At that moment, you could tell by the look in his eyes, that he was begging you not to ask him a word about the girl. This piled hurt onto your heart, confirming what you had feared in the bathroom. His friends, people you had considered your friends knew about his infidelity all along. How had none of them convinced your boyfriend to tell you about it after it happened? 

Redirecting the question to the entire table, you hoped one of them would speak up. When they didn’t, you spoke up more, louder this time, “Who is she?” If Calum was unwilling to admit what he had done, you were going to force someone else into it. 

It seemed as though time stood still, as seconds passed by, Luke finally spoke up, “She’s a friend of Sierra’s. I’ll go say hi,” you look on in confusion, unsure if it’s a lie. When Luke hugs the girl, it’s confirmed that he does know her. It forces you to wonder if this is how Calum had met her? Through someone you thought to also be your friend, Sierra. 

When it became obvious that Luke was asking her a question she didn’t like, her face turned angry, and you saw her look in your direction. Breaking eye contact with her, you had looked to Calum, who had moved his eyes from his drink up to the scene with Luke unfolding. The girl began shouting towards your table, and you felt forced to speak up, to end this before things got out of hand. While your friends continued their deceit, you couldn’t continue falling victim to it. 

“Calum,” you hissed,  “I know you slept with her. She told me in the bathroom,” you said it loud enough for only him to hear, but could feel the eyes of everyone on you. In another attempt to save face, you sighed loudly, and closed your eyes, blinking back tears in an attempt to take hold of your emotions, and continued, “Please go save your friend. I’ll be outside. I’m going to call an Uber, and if you aren’t there by the time it gets here, I’m going home without you.” 

The look on his face spoke volumes about this moment. Luke appeared to be arguing with the girl with similar hair and eyes as you walked by to exit the bar. He looked surprised to see you leaving, and with Calum hot on your tail, you were sure it wouldn’t be long before he knew what was going on. 

When you made it outside, you called an Uber, desperate to get out of here before the others made it to you. You immediately felt frustrated recognizing the cameras outside. With sunglasses on your face, you slipped past. You weren’t the one they were after, instead hoping for a photo of any member of 5SOS. As you took your spot on a nearby corner, you took inventory on how you were feeling. Drunk. Sad. Warm. Angry.  Broken-hearted. Spiteful. Wishing Calum never exited that bar. Wishing Calum never existed. Wishing you didn’t exist. 

A tear slipped down your cheek, as you heard the camera shutter click.. He’d typically wait inside for a car to come, but you knew you hadn’t given him much of an option with your ultimatum inside. 

He politely handled the cameras, then came to join you on the corner. He stood close, but didn’t say a word instead taking your lead. You typically found yourself afraid of silence, instead opting for small talk with anyone, but always him. You loved to randomly ask him about his favorites, checking to see if they had changed, but in this moment, you knew you wouldn’t be able to speak without crying, so silence was what you chose. And it spoke volumes. 

The silence continued through your shared Uber Ride. It had marked the single most awkward interaction for anyone in the car, including the driver. Never one to let the person who had hurt your feelings see you cry, you were fearful of speaking. Your inner voice was mocking you, reminding you of every insecurity you had ever held while dating a pop-star. That voice reminded you of the unflattering pap photos that had been taken two weeks ago, and the fact that the headline suggested you had gained weight. Had that been why he cheated? The voice accused Calum of being a liar, while your heart continued to hope he wasn’t.  What types of words had he said to not only her, but other girls in the dark? Had he spoken the truth or was he lying the entire time? 

As you stood in the kitchen of his home, you realized you had been on auto-pilot getting here. 

“Babe,” he started the sentence with a pet name, moving closer to you. He attempted to make physical contact with you by touching your shoulders. You dodged his touch, instead pushing your back against the counter top, and crossing your arms. You were shaking with emotion, but you were unsure if it was sadness or anger. You didn’t make eye contact with him, needing to avoid it for fear of crying. He sighed and moved back to his original space across the island from you. He placed his hands on the counter, and looked you in the eyes. You could tell he wasn’t sober, and as he spoke, you could tell he was upset with himself,  “It all happened so fast. Things weren’t - ya know, they weren’t going well with us. You wanted me to commit, and I- I was having a hard time with it,”  you had moved your eyes to meet his, which he took as a sign to continue, “It’s not right, I know, but when I woke up the next morning, I immediately wanted to tell you, but - but the guys they didn’t think it was right, and so I didn’t, but that morning I knew I didn’t want to lose you so I came home, and ya know, I asked you to move in here, and things got so much better for us.” 

For a moment you were beginning to forgive him, but upon his final words, you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.  

He was right. It had been a turning point for the couple, it had also been a favorite memory of yours. Every conversation during that tour had been you  wanting Calum to really commit. You didn’t want to get married, you didn’t even want to get engaged, you just wanted to quit paying two separate amounts for living spaces. It only made sense to you, spending more time at his house than at yours, meant that when you did try to spend the night at your place, it no longer felt like home. It also felt like the next step to you after a year of dating. 

But for Calum he hadn’t been ready. You were unsure why, but you had felt firm in your beliefs, never failing to bring it up no matter where you were at. A romantic weekend in New York, the last time you had seen Calum before he returned home had ended in you choosing to break-up, but deciding against it at the last minute, citing stress of distance as a reason for your ever present annoyance with one another. Boarding separate flights, you had kissed goodbye at a security checkpoint, and vowed to really work on the relationship, but until he returned home from tour, neither of you truly made time for the other. Instead both of you had used work as an excuse, free times never lining up. 

On the day he was returning home, you had been anxious in a negative way the entire week. On the day of, you could barely focus, sure you were going to go home and get broken up with, but instead you were surprised when you had returned home to a homemade dinner, followed by hot and dirty oral sex in the middle of the dining room table. When you had asked him what the occasion was, he hadn’t answered, “I’m trying to make up for the fact that I cheated on you”, instead opting for something sexier along the lines of, “I just couldn’t wait to taste you.” 

The following days after his return were a whirl wind of hot sex, multiple orgasms, and so many words of affirmation that had caused you to feel terrible for ever doubting that Calum really cared for you. A week into his return home on your first date night since he had come home, he had pushed you against a wall, grabbed your thigh, and pushed himself into you so that his semi was lined up with your core. Excited by his bold move, you had moved to kiss him, but instead he stopped you, placing 1 finger to your lips with a “shhh”. You took a deep breath, and waited for him to continue, “Move in with me.” The words had knocked you into a state of bliss, having wanted him to speak them for months. You answered him with a hot, passionate kiss, pushing against him even harder.   

To know now that it was clouded in his mind with the guilt he had felt for cheating was doing no wonders for silencing your inner voice that was continuing it’s assault on your self-esteem. Choosing for you the next words, “Did you ask me to move in because you fucked another girl?”

[sappy-seresin]

quarantine (c.h)

Request: Spending quarantine with your boyfriend Calum and finding out you’re pregnant. You’re nervous about being pregnant with what’s going on in the world, so he comforts you. Ultimate fluff. --------------------

“Good morning, baby,” Calum greets, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead when he noticed that you were awake. 

“Morning,” you murmur, trying to muster up a smile through the nausea that was settling back into your body, even though you’d just woken up. 

“How are you feeling? Any better than last night?” He asks, pushing his computer to the side so that he could wrap you in his arms. You instinctively curl into him, humming at the contact. 

“I still don’t feel great, but it’s definitely better,” you mumble, relaxing as he started drawing soothing circles in your skin.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go to the doctor,” the concern in his voice causes a lazy smile to form on your face. 

“Now isn’t really the best time for a doctors appointment Cal,” you remind him. “I really don’t think it’s anything serious, I’m just not quite feeling a hundred percent. I’m sure it’ll pass in a few days.” ----------------------

Much to your dismay, it didn’t pass in a few days. You went through moments of feeling completely fine, and moments of rushing to the bathroom to throw up. You were completely baffled by the fact that it seemed that all you needed to do to feel better at times was allow yourself to get sick. Calum was a trooper through it. He was always holding your hair back when you were throwing up, or pushing meetings back so that he could cuddle with you in bed to help you relax. 

“Yeah, I don’t understand what’s going on,” you sigh into the phone, filling your best friend in on what has been going on. “I feel like such a burden to Calum because he’s constantly taking care of me in some way.” 

“Maybe you’re pregnant,” she responds nonchalantly, making the pot you were washing fall from your hands in shock.

“W-What,” you stutter, surprised by her suggestion. “I can’t be pregnant. There’s no way.” You laugh in disbelief, shaking your head at the idea.

“All I’m saying is that what you’re dealing with sounds a whole lot like morning sickness,” she explains matter-of-factly, and you imagine her shrugging her shoulders. “I know that you and Calum aren’t exactly the type to practice abstinence, so it could be a possibility right? Are you late?” 

“No, at least I don’t think so,” you huff dismissively, gripping your phone in your hand as you make your way towards Calum’s bedroom to check the date on the Calendar. “It’s the fifteenth, right?” 

“No.”

“What do you mean no? Oh my god,” you gasp, your free hand covering your mouth in shock at the realization that you were, in fact, late.

“What? What’s wrong,” she questions, unable to see what was going on.

“I’m late,” you whisper, trying to stay calm as your head spun at the thought that you might actually be pregnant. “Oh my god, what if I’m pregnant.” 

“Listen, it’s probably fine. You guys have had scares like this before. I’m sure it’s nothing,” she dismisses calmly in an attempt to bring you some sort of comfort. “Do you have any tests at Calum’s apartment?”

“No, why would I have pregnancy tests lying around Calum’s apartment?” I whisper-shout, an overwhelming amount of stress hitting at once.

“Again, it’s probably nothing but you should probably invest in a few pregnancy tests, just in case.” she suggests, and you nod in agreement. “No matter what happens, I’m here supporting you, and I know that Calum will be too. Try not to worry about it too much, okay?” --------------------

You did worry about it. All you’d been able to do since that phone call was worry about the possibility of being pregnant. As soon as you got off the phone that day, you ordered multiple pregnancy tests from your local drug store online trying to keep from going into public in the midst of a pandemic. 

Calum quickly caught on that there was something wrong, but you used the excuse that you still just weren’t feeling quite right. He wasn’t entirely convinced, but he decided not to push it because he didn’t want to upset you further. 

A day after you ordered the tests a knock came at the door, tearing your attention from the weekly zoom call you and Calum had with the rest of the band. 

“I’ll get it,” you murmur sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before sauntering towards the door.

“Good afternoon, I’ve got a delivery for Y/l/n,” the mailman greets, looking down at the package in his hands. 

“Thank you so much,” you smile, feeling your stomach drop at what was inside the package. You gingerly take the box from him, wishing him a nice rest of his day, before pulling the door shut. Knowing that you needed to get back to the call before the boys started asking questions, you hid the package in Calum’s bedroom before returning to the couch next to him.

“Who was it, Y/n,” Luke questions, shooting you a bright smile.

“Just the mailman,” you shrug, thankful that they didn’t ask anymore questions. You found yourself zone out throughout the call, unable to really focus on the conversations from that point on. After about ten minutes of listening to the boys talk, you excused yourself telling Calum that you weren’t feeling well again and wanted to lie down. The boys wished you well before you sauntered towards Calum’s room, wanting to get a test over with so that you’d know whether or not you needed to worry.  ------------

You stare down at the pregnancy test in shock; unsure how to feel as two lines stare back at you tauntingly. Your jaw drops in disbelief and you choose to take two more tests, unsure of how reliable one tests results would be. Your uncertainty about the results diminishes as the other two support what the first test already told you. 

“I-I’m pregnant,” you choke out, tears sliding down your cheeks. Realization settles in even deeper at the words that rolled off of your tongue. 

“I’m pregnant,” you whisper, unable to move as panic settled in your chest. The current state of the world came to mind, seemingly paralyzing you at the thought of bringing a baby into the world in the middle of a pandemic. The bathroom seems to spin as irrational scenarios begin rolling through your mind; quiet sobs falling from your lips.

“Babe, are you okay?” Calum asks, softly knocking on the door before walking in at your lack of response. His eyes shoot open when they land on your shaking figure seated on the floor. He rushes to you with a concerned look on his face, dropping on the floor next to you. His movements halt when his eyes meet your own; tears falling from your eyes freely. 

“Calum, I think I’m pregnant,” you sniffle, watching him carefully as his expression contorts into one of confusion. 

“What,” he murmurs in shock, his eyes trailing to the pregnancy tests in your hands.”You’re pregnant?” His eyes meet yours again before falling back on the tests. He takes them into his hands, studying them, before an excited smile takes over his face. 

“We’re having a baby?” his mumbles, tears filling his own eyes as his hand moves to cup your cheek, catching your tears with his thumb. “Babe, I can’t believe this. We’re having a baby!” His excitement matched that of a kid in a candy store as the realization settled in.

You want to smile at how precious he was being, and how he was handling the situation but you couldn’t breathe. Up to this point in the quarantine, you’ve been worried about getting the virus, but now you hold the responsibility of two people and that seems like too much.

“Hey,” he calls, pulling you away from your thoughts. His eyes searching yours for an understanding of what you’re thinking. “This is a good thing, right?”

Guilt began settling in your chest as the excitement in his eyes dissolved at your emotional reaction.

“Yeah, yeah it’s a good thing,” you nod shooting him a genuine smile, attempting to compose yourself.

“Then, what’s wrong?” He breathes, and you take a note to thank him later for being so patient with you. 

“I’m really scared, Cal,” you admit, looking down at the pregnancy tests on the floor by your legs. “What if I get sick? I mean, we’re in the middle of a worldwide pandemic! What if the baby gets sick because of me?” 

His face softens, a look of understanding crossing his face at your fear for the baby register in his mind. He pulls you into his arms, protectively tucking you in his embrace to help bring you a sense of comfort. 

“Listen, I know this is scary and I can’t believe the amount of pressure that you’re probably feeling right now but it’s going to be okay,” he assures you, running his hands up and down your back soothingly. “We’re already quarantined to the apartment, we’re being smart. We’ll just take all of the necessary precautions to keep any of us from getting sick.”

“But what if-”

“Sh,” he shushes you, tilting your head up so that you would look at him. “What if’s are just going to drive you crazy. We’re going to be okay.”

“We’re going to be okay,” you repeat, allowing yourself to relax in his embrace. He gingerly presses a kiss against the crown of your head, before you notice a wide smile take over his face. 

“We’re having a baby.” he murmurs into your hair, a few happy tears rolling down his cheeks. You smile at him endearingly, taking his face in your hands. 

“We’re having a baby, Calum. You’re going to be a dad,” you gush, wiping his tears away as your own begin to fall. Calum looks down at you and pulls you in for passionate kiss. 

“I love you so much. I promise to do everything I can to keep you guys safe,” he sniffles, his hands moving to caress your stomach. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.” 

You spent the rest of the night in awe of Calum and how gently he chose to handle you. He held you close to him all night. His hand constantly drawing comforting circles on your stomach as he murmured encouraging words in your ear and talked about how excited his family would be about the baby. You couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with him that night as he gushed about baby names and how exciting he was to start a family with you. ----------------------------------- So, I just realized that boyfriend Calum comforting you after finding out you’re pregnant in quarantine is a concept that I didn’t know I needed. I’m so soft for this, I hope you guys enjoyed it! 

Feel free to send in requests! 

[33-81]

The danger gets me high, and I can't help myself

[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

Wearing his shirt had to be one of your most favorite things in the world. Warm and cosy and smells just like him. What more do you want?

It was his favorite thing too. Coming home after a tiring day to see you cooking in the kitchen, one of his old band t-shirts adorning your body.. it makes his heart flutter like crazy.

He would drop his bag onto the ground quickly moving his legs until he's right behind you. Then he'd snake his arms around you, gripping tightly trying to get as close as possible. He'd peck behind your ear mumbling a small hi.

And a small smile would appear on your face as you snuggle back into his arms without giving a second thought to what's in the pot. "Hi rockstar" you'd say turning around, pressing your lips to his awaiting ones.

"It's good to be home" he'd sigh tightening his arms around you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "It's good to be home" you'd confirm in a mumble.

+masterlist

A/N: Hii, this is just for until I finish part 2 of Beau so pretend it's something amazing..

[easierlftv]

A Hard Day’s Work

pairing: poly!cashton x reader

warnings: nothin but fluff, a bad day at work

word count: 565

a/n: this is just a lil blurb for my baby @ashisonthefloor​ who has been working very hard lately and I thought she deserved a bit of love. Also I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, if there are any areas where I can improve on this please let me know  💛

Sighing softly you dropped your bags from work as you entered your home, the exhaustion of the day at the office weighing heavy on your shoulders. You’d told Ashton and Calum that you would be home in time for dinner at five, but here you were nearly four hours late after your boss had forced you to stay late. Slipping off your shoes at the door you made your way to the living room, finding your partners cuddled up on the couch with Duke settled between them.

“Hey honey, we saved some dinner for you, it’s wrapped up in the fridge.” The statement from Ash had been simple, but it was enough to cause you to burst into tears on the spot. Both of your partners were quick to move to your side as your tears continued to fall.

“Lovebug are you alright? What’s something wrong?” Cal spoke quickly, concern written all over his and Ash’s faces.

“I-I’m just so tired of work, and I hate missing dinner nights with you a-and….” Your cries grew louder as your sentence tapered off, causing your body to shake.

“Oh, honey come here.” Calum said, moving to pull you into his arms as Ashton did the same. The pair spent the next few moments calming you by whispering kind words into your ears and laying gentle kisses across your forehead and cheeks. Once you had calmed down enough, they helped your shrug off your jacket and moved you to the couch Once your were settled between the two of them, Calum wiping away your remaining tears as Ashton rested your head against his shoulder. The three of you remained quiet until you felt calm enough to speak again.

“I’m sorry about breaking down like that… I’m just so tired of work and I feel like I haven’t been spending a lot of time with you guys and it just makes me afraid that...“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Cal said sternly, as he made you look at him. “We would never leave you, not now or ever. Especially when you’re struggling like this baby.”

“He’s right my love, we are always here for you. We couldn’t even imagine our lives without you.” Ashton whispered, leaving a kiss on your head.

Leaning forward you pulled Ashton’s to lips to yours before turning your head to give Calum the same treatment. “I don’t know where I would be without you boys, you just know how to make everything better.”

“We try our best doll,” Cal chuckled, running his fingers through your hair lightly.

“Now we are feeling better, how about we get some food into the stomach of yours and watch some of your favorite movies?” Ash suggested, turning to you. “Unless you’d want to call it an early night love, I know you had a long day.”

“Movie night with the two of you sounds the cure for everything,” You smiled, “Let me go ahead and change while you set everything up.”

“Sounds good babe, hurry back, I miss you already.” Ashton pouted and made wide eyes at you, pulling a laugh from your belly.

“I miss you more!” Calum yelled from the kitchen, causing Ashton to plead that he missed you more than Calum did. Listening to the boys bicker you couldn’t help but smile and roll your eyes, wondering how you managed to get so lucky.

Tagslist: @kingcals​ @haikucal​ @ashisonthefloor​

[aquarius-hood1996]

Calum Blurb

Before you could open your eyes, a smile formed on your lips. You felt the sun on your skin. It was a bit warmer than the body that was laying next to you. His arm wrapped around and the reason for all your smiles.

"I know you’re awake.“ Calum whispered. You could hear the smile in his voice as well. His nose softly bumping yours.

"Please don’t leave.“You knew writing an album came with not much time. The usual routine meant seeing Calum shortly in the morning and if you’re lucky for a bit at night. At this point in your relationship you were used and ok with it. But sometimes you needed to be a clingy baby for at least a moment to ge a bit of Calum and luckly you knew he didn’t mind at all.

"Who said I’m leaving?“

You opened your eyes, eyebrows raised. "You have brothers that wait to write another album with you.“

"Yeah?“ He closed his eyes and smiled a bit cheeky. Knowing fully well what you were talking about but still enjoying the little time he had before he actual had to go and start the day. Stretching the time for a bit since the sun just started to rise. Normally Calum hated getting up early. He was everything but a morning person but if it meant he got to spend some time with his favorite person (you), he would do it.

He knew the clock was moving fast and the finish line for writing the album and the new tour was approaching faster. He loved touring but he hated being away from you as well.

You took the time to get closer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and laying partly on him now. Watching his chest rise and fall and admiring the true beauty your lover is.

"You’re the only one I want to wake up next to. You know?“ You whispered into his neck.

He put his arms around you as well. Laying his head on his pillow and watching you for a moment before kissing your shoulder and caressing every bit of you his fingers were able to touch. Showing you his way how much you meant to him.

"How can I convince you to stay longer?“ You try to tease him, letting your hand go up and down his arm. You still can feel him smile while he turns both of you around, having you know lay on your back while he was hovering over you. Placing different kisses while he goes further down.

"Maybe, I already decided to stay longer.“

[wastelandcth]

I know this isn’t really a blurb request (sorry!) but what do you think calum is looking for in a significant other? Like do they have to be musical? Are they really similar to him or are they different? Etc. Thanks!!

oh any chance i get to talk about calum is fine with me, don’t worry! also, this was such a good question?? i always think about this! 💕

this is a really good question! i’ve always imagined calum being with someone who’s passionate like him. this man is literally the most passionate person i’ve ever seen and i can see him wanting to be with someone who he can have a long discussion with over something they’re both interested in, even if it was something small like what color would be best for their bedding or what dog food duke should be eating.

i do think that whoever he is with would have to be very comfortable with silence. he’s a very quiet guy in general and i feel like that also would apply to his relationships. he wouldn’t always talk about his day or what he’d been doing while you were out running errands. he’s appreciate car rides that were just both of you listening to whatever songs were being played from the car stereo and enjoying the comfortable silence. i don’t really see him as they type to always have to have a say in between conversations if that makes sense? like i feel one of his biggest pet peeves would be those people who always need to have a conversation going.

i don’t necessarily think they’d have to be musical but they’d for sure like to share their own music taste with him and would love to find new artists and music to listen to because of him. he’d probably like your input on songs the band is working on and would obviously want you to like the band itself, it’s his whole life at this point and you supporting them would give him more of a reason to love you. obviously he’d want to date someone who understood his job and the downsides that came with the job like the traveling, the lack of privacy at times, and then some of the drama (which is so dumb btw).

i don’t think calum would necessarily look for someone who’s the same or opposite of him. i think he’d probably want to just have a connection with them? he’d want someone who was patient and could be there for him whenever he was wanting to talk about whatever thought he had in his head, someone who didn’t mind that sometimes he needed alone time with him and his dog, but that he’d always be back when he felt more like himself again. and i think eventually after a couple months or so of dating he’d be a lot more open with them and slowly tear down all those walls he’s spent year putting up.

overall i think calum would just want someone who’s very understanding and patient with him. someone who at the end of the day will be there for him just like he would be for them.

[nostalgiabones]

since we're all drunk in the livestream softness...how about a lazy day spent learning how to play lol with Mikey and the dogs? and ofc you're not really good at it but he's just so cute about it and loves that you're trying something new for him and it's all extremely adorable

“Babe, you keep pressing the wrong button.”

Michael laughed as his gaze flickered between his own screen and the controller in his hands, watching as you tried to work out which buttons were for what.

“This game is too complicated.” You replied, leaning back against his soft, hoodie covered chest, his legs wrapped around yours. “Why didn’t we start with something more straight forward?”

“I don’t think I have anything more basic, babe.” He murmured against your ear, his eyes now focused on the monitor in front of him. He completely zoned out when playing any games, unable to focus on anything else but the screen in front of him.

Usually you were happy to sit and watch him play, not being able to take your eyes from his face, in one of his most relaxed states. It was the way he de-stressed, and stopped himself from thinking - he always looked so comfortable whilst playing.

But today, after deciding that you were having a mid-week lazy day, he was determined to get you involved with his favourite passtime. So there you were, settled in between his legs, trying to keep up with how rapidly he was clicking between buttons.

“You’ll get the hang of it.” He took the opportunity to kiss your cheek softly whilst the next level of the game loaded. “Trust me.”

“We’ll see.” You smiled at the small gesture of affection, making your heart melt, even after all of your time together. The sweet little things that he did made you appreciate him even more.

“Moose! C’mere, baby.” He greeted the fluffy girl who had jumped up against his knees, waiting for Michael to invite her on to the sofa. He lifted her onto your lap as she excitedly licked his face, before settling against the two of you. Michael absentmindly stroked her soft fur as you resituated against him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Shall we get you a controller?”

“I think I’ll just cuddle Moose whilst you play, Mike.” You gave up, taking Moose into your arms as Michael groaned about you giving up too easily.

“You were just getting the hang of it!”

“Well, I’ll keep learning by watching you.” You replied, kissing his jaw as he rolled his eyes playfully, grabbing his controller once more.

“Yeah, yeah.”

He could see your eyes were already starting to drop as you cuddled in closer to him; the familiar scent of his skin and the faded smell of his aftershave providing a comfortable place for you to rest.

“I’ll turn you into a gamer eventually.”

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A/N: this is a bit of a mess BUT I just couldn’t not write after seeing him be so soft in his live stream 🥺 if you have anymore requests for Michael (or any of the guys!) please let me know here!

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[calpops]

The glare of the moon rippling off the water paints a lurid and yet somehow demure feeling as you and Calum slip out into the night. The sliding glass door shuts softly behind you and fresh air fills your lungs after a day inside and away from each other. The night brings you back and the cool air prickles on your skin. You’re both quiet as you slip your clothes off and leave them at the edge. Calum grabs your hand and leads you toward the pool steps. You’re hesitant, barely dipping a toe in as a shiver trembles your lips and a small laugh rips from Calum. He’s nearing knee deep while you dwell at the top and bite your lip, your hand not dropping from his though the distance is increasing.

“Gonna join me angel?” He asks and his gravelly yet soothing voice and sharp jawline highlighted under the moon and stars are enough to entice you to go ankle deep into the water. He’s flat footed on the floor now, water lapping at his waist and arms reaching out for you. “All the way?”

The bite of cold water contrasts with the warmth of Calum as you descend into the pool and are welcomed into his arms. You go on your tiptoes, seek out a kiss and let him hold you as he drifts back further into the water. He finds the wall and leans into it, pulls you further into him and his hands settle under your thighs to properly hold you up. Goosebumps rise on your skin from the differing temperatures and you can see his breath collide with the cool air. You both stay quiet, content to revel in your closeness and the easiness of the night. You lean forward with eyes slipping closed and hands settling on his shoulders. Foreheads press together and you both chase the taste of each other. The kiss is soft and sweet and wind quietly works through the trees, rustling leaves and dropping petals into the pool around you.

You’re both smiling as you pull away and catch your breath. You haven’t gone under the water but Calum has always had that effect on you. He’s always been visceral yet subtle. Able to drag you in and keep you under. Bring you closer and closer. The night goes by in a serene blur of body heat and laughter that tumbles out in quiet bursts. By the time you’re out of the water and wrapped in towels Calum’s thinking ahead.

“It’ll be nice tomorrow night,” he says with thoughts brewing in his mind.

“Yeah? Planning another late night dip?” You ask.

“Something of the sort,” he begins and wraps you up in his arms and emphasizes the statement with a kiss. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”