#luke hemmings outline

[glittervame]

I want to make this perfect for you

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, leaving the sky a deep shade of indigo, Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine. She looked up at the stars twinkling overhead, a sense of wonder and anticipation welling up inside her. It was their first time here, at this special place that had always held a special meaning for them. The soft rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze created a soothing melody that seemed to echo their hearts.

She turned to face him, her heart hammering against her chest as he knelt down before her. His hands were trembling slightly, and there was an expression on his face that she had never seen before - a mix of nervousness, excitement, and tenderness. "Are you sure?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, feeling her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. "I'm sure," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. He smiled reassuringly, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the hem of her shirt. Slowly, carefully, he pulled it over her head, revealing her naked back to the night air. The cool breeze sent shivers down her spine, making her feel even more vulnerable and exposed.

But as he leaned in close, his warm breath fanning across her skin, she felt a strange sense of safety and security wash over her. He traced a line down her shoulder, following the curve of her arm, before cupping her breast in his hand. She let out a small gasp, her nipple hardening under his touch. He looked up at her, his eyes burning with desire, and she could see the need in them. The need to make her feel good, the need to make her happy.

With careful, tender fingers, he placed a hand on her back laying her down gently. She bit her lip, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement course through her veins.

His warm hands slipped between her legs, and she gasped, arching her back into the touch. He chuckled softly, a low rumble that vibrated against her skin. "I've dreamt of this moment for so long," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I want to make it perfect for you."

He began to slowly explore her, His fingers trembled slightly as he reached out, tracing the outline of her entrance before finally dipping inside, feeling the warmth and wetness of her arousal envelop his fingertips. She whimpered, her hips bucking instinctively towards his touch. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she relished in the sensation of being touched in this intimate way.

Her moans filled the air, mingling with the sounds of the nature around them, and Luke found himself completely lost in the feeling of having her beneath him, surrendering to his touch. His fingers moved in and out of her, finding a rhythm that seemed to match the beat of their hearts. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and as he looked down at the expression of pure bliss on Y/n's face, he knew that this was something he would never forget.

Every touch, every caress was met with a desperate whimper, her body arching into his touch, begging for more. Luke couldn't help but marvel at the feel of her, the sounds she made, the way she responded to his touch. It was as if she were made for him, and he for her. He slowed down, savoring the moment, enjoying the sensation of being so close to her.

He could feel her inner walls start to tighten around his fingers, and with one final thrust, he pushed in as deep as he could, feeling and seeing the ripple of her orgasm wash over her. Her body tensed, her back arching off the ground, her cries of ecstasy filling the air.

As the aftershocks of her climax began to subside, he looked down at her, marveling at the way she glowed in the fading light, her skin flushed. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, tracing the outline of her jaw with his fingertip.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice barely a whisper. Y/n nodded, still catching her breath, her eyes shining with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. Luke smiled down at her, his thumb tracing circles on her chest. "We're just getting started," He murmurs as he kisses along her collar bone.

Luke leaned over, his lips inches from her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered, his fingers gently tracing the outline of her breast. She nodded, her heart racing, and he smiled, his eyes meeting hers. With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together. His hand moved to the button of her jeans, and with a deft flick, he undid it, letting the denim fall to the floor.

His fingers found their way back between her legs, teasing at her entrance, spreading her wetness. She arched her back, her hips moving instinctively towards his touch. With steady hands, he positioned himself at her entrance, and she felt the head of his shaft press against her. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. "I love you," he whispered, and then with a gentle push, he slipped inside her.

She cried out, feeling him stretch her in a way she never imagined possible. It hurt at first, but then it felt so good, so right. He began to move inside her, slowly at first, letting her adjust to the feeling of him filling her. His eyes never left hers, and he held her hand, intertwining their fingers.

The sensation was overwhelming, her body responding to every stroke, every touch. She felt herself growing closer, the pleasure building inside her. Her back arches pushing him further into her, urging him on, desperate for more.

As he thrust deeper, she arched her back, meeting his movements with a fervor that surprised even her. The pain gave way to pleasure, and she felt herself growing closer and closer to another orgasm she hadn't even realized she was capable of. He picked up the pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes darkening with desire.

With a cry that was part pain and part ecstasy, she felt herself peak, her body shuddering around him as her release washed over her.

"Y/n," he groaned, his voice thick with need "I'm close…" Luke felt her tighten around him, and with a groan, he followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he released himself into her. The sensation was overwhelming, the connection between them so intense that it left him breathless. She felt the warmth of his seed spill inside her, and as he collapsed on top of her, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight.

They lay there for a while, catching their breath, their bodies still joined. The stars twinkled above them, the rustling leaves creating a soothing lullaby. It was perfect, just as she always imagined it would be.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice raspy. She nodded, her fingers tracing gentle circles on his back. He turns his head to kiss along her shoulder. Luke rolled to the side, taking her with him. They were face-to-face, their bodies still connected. She felt his warmth against her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. "You're beautiful," he murmured. "I've always thought so."

She smiled up at him, her heart still racing. "Thank you," she whispered. "That means a lot." They lay there in silence for a moment, just enjoying the closeness, the intimacy. Luke's hand drifted down her stomach, over her hip, and back up again, as if he were memorizing the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips.

That was the last thing she felt as her eyes fluttered shut, finally falling into a blissful sleep.

[allsassnoclass]

Are there any good 5SOS friendship fics?

the answer is definitely yes! we have fantastic writers in this fandom, so there are great friendship fics here. i can compile a list based on previous times i've answered this question, but i haven't been reading much 5sos fic for the past year and friendship fics have never been my favorite type of fic.

to find friendship fics on ao3, search for any of the pairings with a & sign instead of a / (example: Michael Clifford & Luke Hemmings). You can filter out the romantic pairings by excluding pairings with a / on the filters bar. this is a great way to find friendship fics, especially because asking me is only going to get the fics i'm aware of in my small circle here on tumblr, whereas filtering on ao3 will help you find a whole lot more!

now on to my recs:

with open hearts and open eyes by @lifewasradical: rated G, ot4 friendship, 2k. very highly recommend this one i love it a lot

If he closes his eyes, Luke thinks he can almost believe that he’s 16 again, that they’re in Australia and they’re just starting out, thrumming with energy and excitement and glee that still lingers in their bones if they look hard enough. Some of that childlike wonder bleeds through the moment, Luke’s sure of it, as the others all turn onto their stomachs too. Their outlines are barely able to be seen through the darkness, but Luke would know the contours of the other guys even if he went blind.

If I Can Dream Long Enough by @4thbrighteststar: rated G, ot4 friendship, 2k.

Luke leans back, closes his eyes and lets the setting sun wash over his face, lets his fingers find a rhythm of their own. Third fret, fifth string. Tenth fret - his fingers hop up and down the guitar. Seventh fret. Fifth fret - no, keep the riff. He loses himself in it, until the wind and the birds and the distant, roaring cars fall silent in the face of the music he’s making by himself for the first time in eternity.

(An ode to making music in the toughest of times.)

am i broken (are you the saviour) by jbhmalum, rated T, malum friendship, 4k

He should do something. Maybe take a deep breath, in and out. Maybe turn on the bedside lamp. Maybe go lie down on the cold bathroom floor. Maybe bury himself under Calum’s covers and cuddle up to him; it probably wouldn’t even wake Calum, and Michael would get the comfort he needs.

Michael hears something he didn’t want to and has a hard time dealing with it.

dearly depressed and brokenhearted (i’d like to let you know that boys cry too) by @clumsyclifford: rated T, muke friendship, 2k

Michael returns. He’s wearing a jacket and a beanie and there’s a blanket from off their couch in his hands.

“Michael,” Luke says.

“Please,” Michael says. “I’m obviously not going to convince you to come inside, but I don’t want you to freeze.” He takes the steps, footsteps falling where Luke’s had, and comes close enough to Luke that when he offers up the blanket, Luke reaches out and takes it. “I know you don’t wear jackets,” Michael explains.

(It’s cold and rainy out. Luke goes for a walk.)

crack a smile, stay a while (am i holding for applause?) by @clumsyclifford: rated T, cashton friendship (but the other two are there as well), 1k

Glancing down at Ashton, Michael adds, “What’s with him?”

“He’s convinced he’s going to do terribly and publicly humiliate himself,” Calum says, rolling his eyes again for good measure.

“No, you’ll be great,” Michael says brightly. “Calum’s always saying how you’re the most talented person in his music whatever class.”

“Calum’s stupid and wrong,” floats Ashton’s voice from somewhere underneath the seat.

no love sincerer (than the love of food) by TempestRising: rated G, ot4 friendship, 4k

5 times One Direction fed 5 Seconds of Summer / 1 time One Direction needed feeding.

melancholy & honey by @igarbagecannoteven: rated G, malum friendship, 500 words, they’re bees (yes you read that right)

Michael’s only been resting there for a minute when he hears a familiar hum approaching him from behind. He doesn’t have to turn his head to know it’s Calum.

glitter by @igarbagecannoteven: rated G, cake friendship

Calum has no idea how Luke is able to infect all of their tour gear with glitter so completely.

below are a collection of friendship fics that I personally have not read, but I’ve read other works by the writers so I feel okay recommending them

Jess @daydadahlias has written so many friendship fics that I have heard great things about!!!

 Torn Up (ot4 friendship, 8k)

Tailspin (cashton friendship, warning for alcohol/smoking, 5k)

Lightweight (ot4 friendship, warning for heavy alcohol, non-consensual kissing, 5k)

Tender (mashton friendship, 3k)

Superbloom (cashton friendship, warning for discussions of Skinny Skinny, 3k)

Movie Night (lashton friendship, 3k)

Shoebox (lashton friendship, 3k)

The Craft Club series (outside pov of ot4 friendship, but only Ashton appears in most of the installments. I've heard a lot of really fun things about this series, so while it isn't necessarily a heavy friendship focus I still recommend!)

from Bella @clumsyclifford

you should know i’ll be there for you (lashton friendship, 2k)

maybe this is just as good as it gets (cake friendship, 2k)

our best years are yet to come (thanks for choosing me) (cashton friendship, 1k)

from @lifewasradical

have my back (yeah, everyday) (malum friendship, 3k)

so much older (lashton friendship, 2k)

then if I may self-rec:

takeoff by me: rated G, mashton friendship, 1k

Sweater Weather by me: rated G, malum friendship or pre-slash, 1k

Tornado Warning by me: rated T, ot4 friendship, 2k

wedding vows by me: rated T, malum friendship, background roylum and mystal 5k

if anyone else has friendship fics they want to recommend feel free to add on!

[spacesully]

Tips on Writing a Book

(From a writer who's nearly complete with the novel they're writing.) These are opinions/tips that have helped me.

1.) Create a vague outline.

Don't spend too much time on writing out the details of the novel. World-build, create the characters, set up basic themes, and plot. I feel like the best writing comes through when you do minimal outlining. When I began writing The Vigil Experiment, I barely had an outline. I wrote the first chapter on a whim and it felt like the main protagonist was talking to me. It was not until later chapters (5/6) that I started outlining and plotting. I had a clear plot in my mind that I wanted to get down on paper, ensuring that I could identify any plot holes during the editing process. People may disagree with me because they believe it will make the plot sloppy, but that's not always the case. If you know how you want the book to end and the lessons it'll teach, then you have a basic outline. From there, you can write. I like to write with the flow, then put in more plot details through an outline after writing a few chapters into the book. This is just what helps me get my creativity going :)

2.) Practice. Practice. Practice.

People may not believe me when I say the key to writing is practicing it. What do I mean by that? Write short stories! Whether it's fan fics or essays for school, anything that can enhance your writing is worth exploring! Although I don't do it as often as I should, I can't help but notice how much my writing style improves every time I write an essay for college. (Using new vocabulary and transitions that make my writing easier to comprehend. It improves my prose.) I used to write short stories about characters I made up a while ago that have helped me tremendously when it comes down to writing. Practice folks!

3.) Listening to music.

Put on some Luke Hemmings or 5sos related and I'll write for hours. The inspiration music gives me is incredible. Writing a sad scene? Alright, put on some Billie Ellish. The aurora around music has captivated me to write even more. A lot of my inspiration draws from music, not just lyrically. It's the vibe of the music that uplifts me to weave words into sentences in my tales. It's so nice.

4.) Avoid distractions.

This is inevitable, as some of us are prone to get distracted. (Me) To minimize distractions, I turn on do not disturb on my phone for a few hours and put away everything that takes my focus off of my book. Remember to take breaks and be kind to yourself. It's okay to get distracted and wander away sometimes, but don't forget to stay focused on your goal.

5.) Don't edit your first draft. Go with the flow.

I had done this mistake, and I still do it occasionally, but I stop myself before I indulge in it. It's so easy to get lost in edits while reading back while writing. If you continue to do this, you'll never reach the end of the book. Trust me, I know from experience—it took me months just to finish three chapters.

6.) Rewrite IF needed.

If you realize that first or third person doesn't fit the narrative of your story, rewrite! Take your time and no rush to finishing your book. Only do this if you think certain perspectives are a better fit for your story.

7.) Take your time and have confidence in yourself.

Take your time and write at a pace that feels comfortable to you. Take your time and savor the journey instead of rushing towards the finish line! If it takes you years to finish writing a book because of the ups and downs of life, then embrace it! Trust in your writing abilities and avoid putting too much pressure on yourself!

8.) Promote early!

Another topic people may disagree with. The earlier you promote, the more opportunities you will have for success. Once you start outlining your book and have a clear idea of its content, begin promoting snippets and teasers to generate interest. Upload unedited snippets and your journey! I recently viewed a instgrammer whose book is in the works and they've been uploading unedited snippets and their journey of writing the book. Of course, keep it minimal to provide no spoilers, but provide a mini synopsis to captivate the audience in learning more about you and the book.

9.) Create Realatable Charchters.

This is very important! The process of character creation is what hooks people and keeps them engaged in your story. If there's a lot of development, they'll grow attached, especially if your character is relatable, someone the readers can see themselves in. It's my favorite part of the process because I get to observe people on social media and in real life. How can I get someone to relate to my character. I take notes, study behaviors, and even see likeable attributes in people for fictional characters. To help, I do character studies on fictional characters that people adore. Right now I'm doing a character study on Alastor and Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel. So far, this has helped me understand their personalities and analyze how they would respond and what actions they would take in certain situations. Lucifer, with his cunning nature, rarely loses his temper. Alastor, with his hands hidden behind his back and a constant smile on his face, maintains an air of deception to unsettle his enemies. The characters' body language tells the whole story. Lucifer's polite demeanor is evident in his use of phrases like "please," even during moments of frustration, suggesting his upbringing in Heaven. See, character studies can be influential, as you can implement some of these traits into your own. Just don't copy and paste characters, make them unique.

10.) Add as many scenes as you can think of and delete later.

Your first draft is your first draft for a reason. Go overboard, get creative! Get rid of scenes in the editing process.

11.) Have fun!

The most important step is to have fun. Make sure not to exhaust yourself with too much work. Immerse yourself in the boundless sea of creativity. If you start to feel fatigued or uninterested, take a break from your book and focus on something that brings you joy. Come back to it once you rediscover the joy it once brought you. Remember, you want to write and bring your words to life on the page.

Good luck with your novels and writing journeys! These tips are optional, so feel free to disregard them! I wanted to share these as a glimpse into my writing process, in case anyone was interested :)

[daintyduck99]

SPICY PROMPTS! ❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜ for PeterPatterLina please and thank you?

Content Warnings: Lingerie, Praise Kink, Cunnilingus, Anal Sex, Orgasm Delay, Pegging

Reggie clutches Julie's hips, licking deeper into her pussy. Her cries mix with his moan as Luke hauls him closer by the hips as well, fingers bunched in the silky material of Reggie’s panties as he slams into him. 

Stars ignite behind Reggie’s eyes. 

But Julie tugs at his hair, urging him up, and Luke slows his rhythm, waiting to see what she wants. Reggie nearly whines at the loss, but Julie gives him a sultry smile. 

"Baby, could you do something for me?" 

"A-anything." His eyes flutter shut as she scratches at his scalp. "What is it?" 

"Don't come yet." 

Luke stops moving entirely, squeezing Reggie’s hips, and he swallows a whine. 

He can't stop himself from sending Julie a beseeching look through his lashes, though, and she laughs softly, with a warmth that also shines in her eyes. 

"If you wait, I'll reward you so well. Can you do that for me, baby?" 

Reggie bites his lip. He's already maddeningly close, and he wants to keep going, made all the worse by the heady tang of her arousal in his nose and the insistent pulse of Luke's cock in his ass.

But Julie has the best ideas, and he trusts her, wants to please her, so he nods. 

She arches her eyebrows. "Is that a yes?" 

"Yes," he breathes, and he doesn't dare move even though he's dying to. "Yes." 

"Good boy." 

Julie shoves him back down, and his whole body thrums with the praise as puts his mouth back on her, loving the way her fingers tighten in his hair. He nudges her clit with his nose as he licks into her, and she gasps, digging her heels into his back. 

"Luke—you can come, but don't tease him too much—he's being so good." 

Luke hums. He squeezes Reggie’s hips again, tugging at the taut hem of his panties just to make him squirm. 

"Sorry," Luke says, not sounding sorry at all, "you just look so pretty, baby." 

She did say not too much, not that Luke couldn't tease at all, and Reggie whines.

Julie must send Luke a warning look after that, though, because he finally moves. 

He rolls his hips in a rhythm that's nearly but not quite enough, at an angle that's good but not the one that makes Reggie see stars. Reggie breathes raggedly into Julie, moaning as he laps at her center, doing his best to meet Luke's thrusts. 

Luke comes first, spilling into Reggie with a swear as he grips his hips hard enough to bruise. Reggie whimpers when Luke slips out of him, shivering as he shifts the panties back into place and palms his ass.

"Oh my god, baby. I could fuck you again."

"No," Julie says, panting, arching her hips as her pussy spasms around Reggie’s tongue. "It's my turn."

Reggie's cock throbs painfully in his panties as he and Luke groan in tandem.

He nudges Julie's clit just right, and she squeaks. She traps his head between her thighs as she flutters around his tongue, flooding his mouth with her release. 

Reggie kisses his way up her body once her legs fall loose, making her giggle. 

"Please," he breathes, "Julie, please—" 

She cards her hands through his hair, muffling his pleas with a thorough kiss. 

"You don't have to beg, baby. You're doing so good. Just—let me catch my breath." 

"Too good?" Luke teases, petting Reggie’s back. He drops a kiss on his shoulder, then Julie's cheek, and she smiles. 

"There's no such thing. He's perfect." 

Reggie flushes even more furiously, wriggling until he can bury his face in the crook of Julie's neck. "Luuuke, Julieee…"

Luke kisses the top of his head. 

"Shh, we've got you, baby." 

And they do. They get Julie in the harness in record time, and she kneels between Reggie’s legs, gently pushing them up towards his chest. 

"Keep them bent like that, okay?" 

He nods, and she smirks. "Good boy." 

She leans forward to swallow the broken sound he makes, ghosting her fingers over his stomach and the outline of his cock. 

Then she sits on the back of his thighs. Luke hooks his chin over her shoulder, watching with eyes as lust-blown as hers as she nudges Reggie’s panties aside. 

"Told ya he'd be flexible enough, boss."

Julie hums appreciatively. "Is this good?"

All Reggie can say is yes, over and over. 

He's still wet, and more than ready, but they've slicked Julie's strap, anyway. Reggie quivers as she teases his entrance with the tip. He's about to start begging—

But then she slides inside.

It sends sparks flying up his spine.

And she fucks him like some kind of goddess, leaning on his legs and thrusting at the perfect pace. She's learned a lot from watching Luke, but what's really dizzying is that she has the core strength to back it up. Luke isn't moving her hips. 

It doesn't take long for Reggie to see stars.

He throws his arm over his eyes. 

"Ju-Julie—" 

"Let me see you," she pants, "wanna watch you come on my cock, baby." 

That's what sends him over the edge. He barely has the presence of mind to lower his arm as his orgasm rips through him.

It liquefies his spine, leaving him boneless.

Julie eases out of him. She and Luke are quick to uncurl his legs, massaging them, and Luke lets out a low whistle. 

"Seriously, Reg, you're like, sinfully pretty in those panties. And every time we mess them up I just wanna mess you up more."

Reggie just hums vaguely before accepting a gentle kiss.

Maybe it also liquefied his mind a little. 

"So pretty," Julie agrees, brushing stray locks of hair out of his face. "And so good for me. Look how much you came." 

He can't help but look as she glides her hand through the mess, tugging at the soaked silk between his hips. He squirms, flushing, as his cock stirs with renewed interest, and she palms him through his panties with one of her sultry smiles. 

"Do you want Luke to lick it up?" 

And all he can say is yes, yes, yes. 

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Fetus 5sos (2) Masterlist

part one

a chalk outline on a playground blacktop (ao3) - whiskeytantrums michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: Michael's always had a habit of making Luke cry.

All Summer In A Day (ao3) - shipsnshit (orphan_account) michael/luke G, 3k

Summary: All day yesterday they had read in class about the sun. About how like a lemon it was, and how hot. And they had written small stories or essays or poems about it: I think the sun is a flower, that blooms for just two hours. That was Luke's poem, read in a quiet voice in the still classroom while the rain was falling outside. Little did he know, there was one boy who had been intrigued by it. His name being Michael.

cold thighs (ao3) - angstymuke michael/luke N/R, 599

Summary: mikey has cold thighs, luke just can't have that.

Drunk Confessions = Sober Thoughts (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: “Mike, what if your parents find out?” Calum whined, shutting the door of the tree-house. “Doesn’t your dad keep a lock on the beer fridge?” Michael grabbed a few of the drinks, handing them to Calum and Luke and keeping one for himself. “There’s no need to lock it, no one except my dad drinks this shit anyway.” Michael explained, turning to the small CD player behind him and putting on a CD, settling down on a beanbag.

Or the one where Michael, Calum and Luke get drunk inside Michael’s childhood treehouse and one thing leads to another, Luke passes out and a drunk make out session ensues.

Five Minutes (ao3) - aspoonfulofyoongi michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: another first kiss muke fic WOW nice! This is actually my first kiss story revamped a little for muke, so I hope you enjoy!

'I know looks can kill, because I'm dying for yours' (ao3) - Forbiddenmichael michael/luke, calum/ashton G, 19k (WIP)

Summary: The story of how with the change of the pigment of Michael's hair, comes a change in Luke's attitude towards him. The mere colour of it isn't what causes the change in emotions, it just easier to think about how much has actually changed, when you compare it to something as trivial as the colour of his hair. It all starts when they are merely innocent five year olds, but by the time they are eighteen, many things -including hair dye preferences- have changed.

or luke finds his feelings towards michael changing as often as the colour of michaels hair does.

Mamihlapinatapei (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum T, 2k

Summary: 'Michael remembers sitting in the cafeteria at school and gazing at Calum with such fondness and feeling a jolt of shock when Calum returned the look just as warmly, and Michael remembers wondering vaguely when they stopped being brothers and started being something else instead.'

Michael falls in love with his best friend and it feels like being torn apart.

Prove It (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt michael/luke M, 8k

Summary: "A stretch of silence follows and Luke can feel his cheeks begin to heat up again. Because…Michael is telling him he can stay. And hang out. With him. Luke was leaving and Michael stopped him. His heart speeds up again and a smile starts tugging at his lips.

God, he really better not fuck this up."

Michael's day to himself gets interrupted when a very nervous Luke Hemmings shows up on his doorstep, acoustic guitar and bright blue eyes awaiting him.

stay quiet (ao3) - babyboylukey michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: "what...what are you doing michael?"

after finally getting his pants off he says, "gonna put that annoying mouth of yours to good use."

that's when luke goes quiet. honestly he just can't refuse. he may or may not have dreams about things like this. with michael too.

You're Pretty (Cute) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 541

Summary: He was too shy to even go over to him, no matter how bad he wanted to.

Basically Michael really likes Luke and how pretty he is but is too shy to say anything, and Luke likes his shyness

[goldensstateofgrace]

BITCH!! NO ONE WAS GONNA TELL ME OUTLINING EVERYTHING BEFORE YOU WRITE MAKES WRITING SO MUCH EASIER?!?!?

Anyways, have a new blurb coming soon 🥰💗

[heckingclifford]

[calumsmfgirl]

also if anyone cares these are the tour posters i made

[used2havemore]

5sos ghost of you digital lyric art !!!

[wisdom-outlines]

5 SECONDS OF SUMMER

[astrid19202]

Y/N was kind, giving, considerate and loving.

A light contrast to everything Luke Hemmings wasn’t. But only when it came to her. 

His world was cold and blustery until she shined her way into it. Somehow, someway. 

And it didn’t make sense to anyone else but the two of them, though that’s all that mattered. 

Unlike Luke, Y/N was attending school. Her freshman year of college to be exact. While on the back end Luke kept a stable job as a mechanic.

That’s how they’d  met. With a broken down car on the way to school and already late, she’d decided to just call up the closest place which just happened to be called Hemmings. 

It started off as a simple thank you when coming by to pay the amount owed. But he waved her off and said it was on the house. 

Though the next day, Y/N came into the shop again. Only this time, she’d brought him lunch. This was her own personable way of repaying him. No one had ever done that before and it made his heart swell ten times bigger. He didn’t know what he was feeling, but he liked it. A lot. It also didn’t help that she was absolutely gorgeous either. 

So, from then on everyday, no matter what, you came back into Luke’s shop and brought him lunch. It became such an easy pattern that Luke even cleared a desk for in the shop so you could sit, talk, and watch him work. It was your spot and only yours, just like the place you held in his heart.

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Rain and thundered flooded the sky and streets outside. You didn’t show up at your usual time, and admittedly Luke waited all day. He could barely focus on working as he struggled to take out a wire from the car he was underneath. It was already 8’ o clock, he should be closing soon. No customers were guaranteed to show up, especially with the mess of the weather outside. But truthfully, he was just waiting for your arrival. 

Wiping his hands and swearing to himself, Luke pressed his foot down into the floor and pushed himself out from underneath the car bed. But not before banging his head on he bumper in the process of getting up.

“God Dammit!” 

Soft giggles flooded the air as you watched Luke stand up in frustration, the sound 

taking his attention right away. 

“You think that’s funny sweetheart?”

“Just a little bit” You pinched your fingers together in front of you and smiled at him. 

Walking over, you waved the familiar blue paper bag color you got specifically to hold Luke’s lunch claiming it reminded you of his eyes and was too perfect not to get. 

“I’m sorry I’m late today, I decided to walk here because it was so nice out not long ago then suddenly the rain came pouring down. I had to make a few stops under some awnings to make sure your Lunch was okay” You smiled and held up the bag to him proudly. 

Even though Luke is attentive when your speaking to him, he couldn’t focus. Not right now.

Unbeknownst to you his eyes, once bright and shiny were stormy and focused on something else. You.

You wore a black skirt with quaint lavender flower petals cascading the body of it. It fell across your thighs and over your knees a little. A slit followed up your left, parting slightly as you walked closer to him showing off your legs in a teasing manner. 

Then a white simple shirt covered your top half, a lace trimming around the neckline. But now had become see through because of the rain. He could the outline of your breasts and the way the hem of the shirt rose above your skirt, a small pudge of belly showing through. 

Your collarbones were displayed, and your neck stretched to the side as you had begun running your fingers through your wet ruffled hair as you spoke to him. 

Now noticing his distraction you waved your hand in his face lightly and curiously.

“Luke, are you okay?”

Without speaking Luke cupped your jaw in his hand, the rings he wore cool against your skin as he placed his other hand on your waist and pulled you into him. Chest to chest, your breathing stuttered until he took your lips against his and swallowed the gasp in your throat. 

You felt his hand on your waist stroke up and down your back delicately until he gripped your hip between his fingers and kissed you harder. Trying to keep up, your mouth moved desperately against his in a heated kiss as he tongue traced your bottom lip before reveling inside. 

Your own hands gripped at the front of his shirt as his tongue moved against your own and began guiding you back into the hood of the car he’d been working on before. 

His hand moved lowered, hovering at the base of your spine before taking a handful of your ass as you moaned into his mouth from the touch. 

Pulling away, you sighed at the loss of his mouth on yours and looked up at him as he began tracing at your bottom lip, watching as the supple flush bounced beneath the pad of his thumb making his jaw tense. The hold he had on your ass with his other hand gripped harder making you whimper. 

“Your so fucking beautiful Y/N, do you even realize what you do to me?” His taunting tone made you shake slightly at his dominant demeanor. You were about to see the dark Luke you never saw before. 

You felt his front press into you, the hardness of his cock against you making your thighs clench as the wetness began to pool in your panties.

“L-Luke please” You begged a little as he looked at you with hunger in his eyes.

“Please what baby, what do you want?” His fingers once tracing your lips trailed down your neck and wrapped your throat lightly.

“I want you” You whispered so only he could hear even though the auto shop was empty.

Much like the loud sexual desire in the air of the room, the rain outside started pouring harder than before. 

Smirking his mouth began creating blotches of pinks and purples onto your neck as he sat you down on the hood of the clients car and spread your thighs to move between them. 

His pelvis now pressed into yours and the slit of your skirt was wide open, your center rubbed against him as he grinded into you. 

The thin material of your panties helped your clit rub into his jeans perfectly making you whine. 

Your hands wavered into his blonde locks in a delicate grip as his fingers pushed up the hem of your top and took it off swiftly.

Your weren’t wearing a bra so as the shirt was removed the mounds of your breasts bounced, but what really caught his attention quickly was the silver nipple studs you were wore. Shocking him and sending an ache to his cock.

“I thought you were a good girl Y/N, when the fuck did you get these” He groaned as his hands groped at the soft flesh and his thumbs brushed over your nipples as they pebbled beneath his touch.

Tugging at the small studs he watched as your back arched in response and moaned. 

“Fucking dirty girl, tell me” He tugged a bit harsher as he continued groping them in his hands. 

“Y-Yesturday, I-I just wanted to see if they suited me” You admitted bashfully.

Shaking his head, Luke’s mind did flips at the image of your pretty self in a tattoo parlor getting them. Feeling possessive at the thought of another man touching you, he gripped at your breasts and ducked down sucking on the pink the flesh and silver. 

His tongue traced around and sucked at the small buds, giving each equal attention as he groaned into the supple skin. 

“Oh they suit you alright, I fucking love these tits baby, but their mine. Just like this sweet pussy of yours” He said as his fingers took a hold of your skirt and panties before ripping them off.

“Got it?” 

“Yes” You mumbled out between the pleasure pants of breathe leaving your lips as his fingers began m rubbing at your clit. 

“Louder baby, tell me your mine”

“I’m yours Lu I’m all yours” You cried and watched as he smirked, continuing to rub at your clit as he digits started dragging in and out of you teasingly.

Gripping at the edge of the car hood you felt your release drowning closer, though it was quickly taken away.

“No no Luke I was so close, please just fuck me” 

He planned on teasing you more but hearing you talk like that sent a thrill through Luke’s body. 

Standing closer between your legs now, the head of his cock pressed against your warm center as he rubbed himself against it. 

“Fuck your so wet” He breathed in awe.

“Please, please gimme it. I need you” You begged, not caring how desperate you sounded. 

All of a sudden, he shoved right into you harshly making you whimper out his name softly. 

Letting out a hum, his hands flattened out beside you on the hood of the car and he began fucking you. 

“Shit, your pussy feels so good fuck” He groaned and tilted his head back. The car shook underneath you as his cock pounded in and out of your wet core. 

“More” You mewled, letting him know how badly you wanted him. 

Luke let out a harsh grunt of approval, one of his hands gripping at the flesh of your ass to pull you into him as more as he gave it to you harshly. 

“Being such a good girl for me. Letting me fuck you on a customer car” He said and each thrust going faster as he watched you fall apart beneath him. 

Your nails dug into his biceps, dragging down lightly making him hiss and shove into you harder. 

Small whimpers and uh’s uh’s left your mouth, the car beneath you now rocking on its wheels as Luke fucked you. 

“That’s it baby, take my cock” 

Each thrust he made hitting that special spot inside you making your head lay on his shoulder as you moaned.

“Luke, Luke, Luke!” You cried out pathetically as your thighs shook. 

“Gonna cum for me baby huh? Fucking do it” He seethed, now raising one of your thighs to his waist as he plummeted into you. 

The thunder outside exploded loudly, a flash of thunder lighting up his face as you looked up to Luke fucking you. His head tilted back, eyes shut in bliss and bottom lip between his teeth as loud moans left him before the upper light above cascade down on each of you making it slightly dark again. 

His warmth released inside you as you came, flooding your his cock at the same time. Both of you finishing your highs of each other as Luke held you in his grip. 

After gathering yourselves together, Luke took the baby blue lunch sack you made him and wrapped you in his arms. 

“Let’s go home” 

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day seventeen mutual masturbation ft. luke pearce [tears of themis]

☄  tags/warnings: +18, AFAB reader + no pronouns, mutual masturbation, first time, inexperience + tons of sweetness, reassurance, clothes-on, you and luke are in love and living your best life <3

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It started with a stroke over his inner thigh.

Luke thought you hadn't really noticed, maybe your hand was cold and you were looking for his body warmth, so he paid no mind to it. However, when your thumb softly grazed over his crotch, he jolted, turning his head back to you.

It wasn’t the first time that you’re watching movies at your place and also not the first time you had shared a blanket while sitting on the couch. He didn’t understand where this is coming from— even if a part of his brain tells him this is exactly what couples do. It was like a part of his brain still jumped out every time you place your lips on his.

You looked back at him, the light of the tv illuminating the room and glowing on your skin.

“Is this okay?” you asked, stilling your movements. Luke nodded nervously.

“Yeah, I just— You know I still get nervous about— us, well— you.”

You chuckled softly. “Yes, I have noticed. But… maybe it’ll be easier if we start with small steps, you know?”

“I know, I know,” Luke said, his cheeks flushing even more. “I just don’t know what I should do right now.”

A smile formed on your lips. “How about you kiss me?”

That’s something Luke could do. You watched him nod after your suggestion and he closed the distance between the two of you, gliding his lips softly against yours. You kissed him back and soon the same heat that was swarming around your body grew again. Shifting closer to him, your hand wandered under the blanket once more, fingers trailing across his inner thigh. While you noticed Luke tensing a little, he didn’t pull away but instead darted his tongue against your bottom lip.

You took it as an encouragement to keep on going, and a few moments later you hand landed on his crotch again. You started palming him through his jeans, being rewarded immediately by a pleasured sigh that escaped Luke’s lips as he kept on kissing you. Feeling him so hard against your hard made you press your legs together as you shifted a bit on your seat trying to relieve some of the pleasure.

“Can I?” he asked in between kisses. You opened your eyes, meeting Luke’s hazel ones. They were darkened and a bit dazy, almost as if he was drunk from all the kissing and heated touches you both were sharing.

“Mm?”

“Can I touch you?” he sighed, as his lips moved from yours to kiss your jaw.

While this already had your mind spiralling, you knew part of his reasons was so he could hide his face on the crook of your neck. He was interested, of course it was, but he could never change how easily flustered he got and it was also something you never wanted to change about him.

After an affirmative answer, his fingers crawled up your thighs. The dress you wore was definitely helpful for him to get easier access, yet you liked that he took his time, drawing idle patterns on your skin as he kept moving forward while his lips left soft kisses on your jaw and neck.

Slowly, your hand moved to the hem of his jeans, slowing down your moves to make sure Luke was comfortable enough for you to unbutton his jeans. Your fingers slid between his underwear and his pants and closed around his length, feeling it twitch at your touch.

Luke let out a soft groan against your neck, his hips bucking against your hand without him being able to control it. Once you traced the outline of his dick, you started stroking him up and down, experimenting on the strength of your grip and pacing to see what he seemed to enjoy more.

A sharp gasp left your lips once Luke’s fingers reached your clothed cunt. He immediately pulled his head and hand away to look into your eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes opened wide and filled with worry.

“Yes! Yes, I’m okay,” you assured him, “it just felt really good. I liked that.”

The realization fell onto his shoulder and he let out a soft chuckle.

“Okay. Okay, just wanted to make sure,” he whispered before kissing you again, his hand returning to its previous place.

It was all blurry how things started escalating, but soon you were swallowing his moans as both of you touched each other over your underwear. Luke could feel your panties damp under his fingers, making him impossible harder— he knew it was just him that had gotten you to this needy state. After a few tries, he located a spot right where you liked him to draw circles on top, given by the heavenly sounds you made when he was close.

From your perspective, you wished you had tried this earlier. It wasn’t often that Luke lost composure around you, let himself moan and whimper as you pumped him through his boxers. You could feel a small, wet spot forming as he leaked under your touch and that only made you buck your hips against his palm, wanting to feel even more of him.

“Shit,” you whispered as you felt yourself about to fall from your edge. “Keep— keep doing that, please. Don’t stop, please.”

Luke was more than eager to follow your commands. He focused his moves right above your clit and watched you marvelled as you broke apart, whimpers leaving your mouth as Luke saved that special moment into his memory. He loved that he was the one able to make you feel this good, that he could take care of you in a new way and God— you just looked so pretty as you orgasmed.

The small show you inadvertently gave him made him finish without a warning, spilling himself in his underwear. This time, you were the one that placed soft kisses on his swollen lips as he rode out his high, your hand guiding him through it so it could last as much as it could. His mouth was slightly parted as his body shook and you thought you had never seen anything more beautiful.

A couple of moments passed before Luke gently pulled your hand away, overstimulation getting a bit too much for him to handle. He removed his hand from between your legs as well, lowering your dress under the cover as you both straightened your posture. You looked into each other’s eyes again and smiled, your cheeks still burning hot and heavy breathing. Your minds were filled with a post-orgasm daze, the entire room disappearing as you held each other tenderly.

“I love you,” he said, a little out of breath, a little more in love with you.

“Love you more,” you whispered back. “More than—”

As Luke cut you off to kiss you again, he thought that maybe he should have let you finish. Maybe find out what you were comparing your love to. But when you chuckled and laced around arms around his neck to pull him closer, he decided he didn’t really care.

You loved him. And that’s all he had ever wanted to know.

[the-girl-who-cried-wolf]

Diamonds - L.H.

5SOS Luke Hemmings fanfic

The original idea that sparked this burst of writing was from the line in Place In Me: now with my eyes open. I'm not sure how it turned into this whole fic, but it started with the basic idea of seeing things differently in the dark to how we do in the light (and vice versa too) if that makes any sense...anyways, enjoy reading! <3

Background: it's been a while since you've got drunk with Luke

Warnings: drinking, mild swearing, fluff

Word Count: 2k

The bass was thrumming from the speakers, the music almost deafening as the party raged on around you. You were sitting by the wall of the living room, nursing a drink, and watching the crowd of people dancing and jumping to the beat with the dim lights swirling shadows around them.

You had initially thought Luke’s album release party would be a little smaller, but more and more people had shown up as the night went on. The more formal celebration for the album release had already been a few days ago now, which you had attended, so you were a little surprised when you got the invite to just another “casual” party. Just a few friends and a few drinks, you were told. Not exactly what had turned out, but oh well. It was nice to get out for once.

You lifted the glass to your lips and took a long drag, swallowing the burning liquor as you surveyed the room. Everyone seemed to be occupied doing something, whether that was dancing, talking or drinking, or intensely making out like the couple on the sofa next to you. Your eyes drifted over the pair for a second before quickly turning back to your drink, gulping down another mouthful with a grimace.

“Not to your taste?”

You jumped at the voice, almost a shout to be heard over the music. The tall silhouette that had spoken sat down next to you, indicating to your drink as he leant back against the wall. Luke, the host himself, clearly a little tipsy, but more sane than most of the people here.

“Oh,” your gaze dropped from Luke’s messy hair to the glass in your hand. “I thought you meant that for a second.” You chuckled as you gestured to the kissing couple just over your shoulder. Luke leant forward to see what you meant, laughing when he leant back to rest his head against the wall.

“Sorry about that. This party got a little wilder than I thought it would,” he shrugged, turning his head to look at you. You weren’t sure what to say, so you just took another sip from your drink.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had talked to Luke one-on-one like this, it had been so long since you had even spoken at all. Years ago, you would have considered him a close friend, but time always has a way of putting people on different paths…if you were honest, you missed seeing him all the time. And now he had his own fucking album, and Jesus Christ, that just made the years between you feel even longer.

He seemed so different now, far more relaxed and smiling at least, and he looked good with a smile. Not to mention the loose shirt that he was wearing, unbuttoned over his tank top.

You couldn’t stop your curious eyes from drifting along the outline of his angled face, from the curls that tumbled back when he closed his eyes and leant further back against the wall, along the sweep of his eyelashes, slight point of his nose, sliding down his curve of his throat, stopping at the glittering chains around his neck that caught the light and sent it spinning back. You snapped out of your stare when his eyes opened again and he looked over at you with a smile, a flush taking over your cheeks. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed.

“Wanna go somewhere quieter?”

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The cool night air brushed over your skin as you sat side by side with Luke on the balcony, fresh bottles in hand as you listened to the occasional sound of music and laughter drifting up to greet you. Your legs dangled off the edge of the deck, only a few feet from the ground below, Luke’s longer legs reaching much further down than yours. You’d forgotten how tall he was.

You weren’t sure why you had so quickly agreed to go with him in the first place, but your betraying feet had followed him through the crowd and out to this quiet balcony before your hazy mind could even object. It wasn’t that you weren’t comfortable with him, but seeing him like this after so long brought back all the memories of the parties you had got drunk at together when you were younger. So often you would sneak off somewhere to have a stupidly deep conversation, probably about shoes or some shit, even while you were completely smashed. It felt like reliving an old tradition, sitting out here in the place of your younger selves, the ghost-like memories watching you from the blanket of stars above. You had both changed, but at the same different nothing felt different. It was all so strangely familiar.

It felt natural talking to him now though, even if you were a little giggly and nervous from all the drinks. It was so nice to hear the little quirks of his voice and his smile again. And his laugh, god, his laugh was the best thing in the world. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen him relaxed enough to hear his real laugh; the one where his mouth fell open with a little breathy wheeze first, then the proper chuckle of laughter that followed. It was adorable. You wanted to tell jokes all the time, just so he would laugh hard enough to fall into your side a little, leaning in close enough for you to feel the curls of his hair brush your shoulder.

You hadn’t realised how much you’d missed him. It was strange. But you were here now, easily talking and laughing with him like no time had passed at all, throwing casual banter about his album back and forth. If only this had happened sooner.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?” You turned to face him, eyebrows raised questioningly. “Sorry, I zoned out there.”

His drunken grin was so sweet. You could feel a blush staining your cheeks again. Damn it.

“No problem, I was just asking what your favourite song was.”

“Song? Oh, like off the album.” You mentally cringed a little at yourself. The drinks were getting to your head now. He just grinned even wider and nodded a little, raising his bottle to his lips to take a long sip.

You dragged your eyes from him to watch the shimmering lights of the city sprawled out before you, gently humming as you went through the songs in your head to remember which your favourite was.

“I mean, you might not even have a favourite, it’s not that great so that’s totally fine-“ he shrugged a little, watching his fingers trace patterns over the cold bottle he was holding.

“Oh come on, Luke, the album’s a fucking masterpiece. Of course I have a favourite.” He looked over at you, a half smile kicking up one corner of his mouth. You just smiled right back and leant over to bump your shoulder against his. “Even though it changes every day, right now I’d say Diamonds.”

“Yeah?” Was he blushing? Surely not. “And why’s that?”

You hummed again. “It’s just the vibe, I guess. And the lyrics. It just feels so real, you know.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” He nodded. “That shit’s hard to write though,” he added with a breathy laugh, more sad than humorous.

“You did it well though, Luke.” His baby blue eyes finally met yours, and shit. He was stunning without even trying. Not fair.

“Thanks, y/n.” His voice was a bare whisper, the wind almost taking it away as it toyed with a loose curl hanging over his eyes.

You just smiled and lightly rested your head on his shoulder, so you didn’t have to keep looking at his perfect face, you could just feel the warmth of him through his thin shirt and focus on the slight shifting of his breathing.

He hesitated a moment before gently pressing his cheek to the top of your head, his arm encircling your shoulders to hold you.

Why was this so easy? Had you two always been like this?

“I missed you, y/n.” he whispered into your hair. You smiled into his shirt for a second.

“I missed you too, Luke.”

You both stayed there, silent for a moment, contently listening to the sounds of the party and just happy to be close again. A few heart beats later, you pulled your smiling face away from Luke’s shoulder, gazing up at his face as he watched the city lights out in front of you.

“What’re you staring at?” he said with a little grin, his arm still slung around you.

“Nothing,” you replied. “Just your pretty face.” You did not just say that out loud. Fuck.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh really? At least someone finds it pretty,” he chuckled and took another drink, his arm that was around you falling down to support his weight as he leant back. You could feel your face burning, so you quickly tipped down the rest of your drink.

“Y/n.”

“Hmm?”

“Why do only flirt with me when you’re drunk?”

You stifled a choking noise and looked back at him. “What? I don’t-“ he raised his eyebrows mockingly again, and fucking hell, you wanted nothing more than to kiss that smirk right off his face. “Well maybe we’re only together when we’re drunk. When else am I gonna hit on you.”

“We should hang out more then, when we’re not sitting outside in the dark.” He sat up again, shoulder brushing yours, his low voice sounding close to your ear. “Then I can properly see your face when you blush.”

You weren’t sure you were even breathing, but he didn’t need to know that. “Don’t let it get to your head, Lukey.” He cringed at the old nickname. Finally, some upper ground. “Besides, you’re the one who’s flirting now.” You flicked at his shoulder, making him laugh as he quickly caught your hand. The smile didn’t fade as he looked at you, sky blue eyes roaming all over your face.

“Well would you rather me flirt with you all night, or just fucking kiss you already?”

Your mouth fell open a little in surprise, even as your blush darkened. The old Luke never would have been that bold.

“If those are my only options…” you definitely weren’t breathing now. “Then fucking kiss me already.”

That was all it took for him to close the distance between you, pressing his lips onto yours. His hand came up to rest at the back of your neck, tangling in your hair and holding you close as his mouth fitted to yours, lips pressing and teeth gently tugging on your bottom lip. He tasted like the drink he just had, sparkles of something fruity bursting on your tongue.

You knew you had kissed him before at other drunken parties, but this felt different. This wasn’t the usual game or bet to make all your friends laugh. There was no one watching you here, nothing on your mind but him and the way he was smiling into the kiss now.

You weren’t sure how long it had been when he finally pulled away for a breath, but you didn’t want it to end. No sooner had his lips left yours, you had a hand on his shirt to pull him back for more, deepening the kiss as much as you could. The hand you had on his chest slid up to cup his face for a moment, then you threaded your fingers through his hair. You swear you heard him groan a little when you did, making your stomach flutter as you smiled even more onto his lips.

Now when you broke away, you just rested your forehead against his, noses bumping gently.

“I didn’t think you missed me that much,” he whispered though a smile.

“Well fuck, neither did I,” you said with a breathy laugh, pulling away to look at him. His flushed cheeks framed by bleach-blond curls, blue eyes shining in the little light there was and an easy smile resting on his mouth. He was beautiful. Why hadn’t you noticed that before now?

“You’re staring again, y/n.”

“No I’m not.” You smiled, already blushing again as his hand found yours. He grinned at you, a drunk little giggle escaping him.

“Can’t wait to kiss you when I’m not drunk,” he said, fingers interlacing with yours as he pulled you in to another kiss.

Thanks for reading!! (tagging @stuffofseaveyy @mystiqueshithead hope you like it <3)

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Photographer AU Masterlist

be your teenage dream tonight (ao3) - burningthefutures luke/ashton E, 8k

Summary: Ashton, a photographer living in NYC, finds himself entranced when he sets his eyes on Luke Hemmings, a famous model, at a party.

If Hollywood Could See Me Now (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: Michael is an actor, and so is Luke. Calum is a photographer and Ashton is a hair stylist. Michael and Luke gets together, and no one notices.

In His Natural State (ao3) - Born_to_Riot calum/ashton, michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: The newest photographer for GoodGirls Magazine, Ashton Irwin, arrives at his first day of work only to find out that his first assignment is to do a photoshoot of Calum Hood, the hottest male model in the industry. The first thing his mind flickers to after he finds out is that poster of the model that he may or may not have pinned up on his wall.

Model daddy (wattpad) - rosslynchisahottie18 luke/ashton 28 parts

Summary: Luke is a the most famous model with the company and Ashton is a just starting fashion photographer with the same company what happens when the two have to work together will they grow close? Will Ashton get Luke to be confident like he use to be?

Muse (ao3) - moonbands calum/ashton N/R, 6k

Summary: Calum gets assigned a project to take photos of a stranger and get to know them to be able to tell their story. Calum chooses Ashton, the angel-like painter that never has his clothes free from paint.

nice ring to it (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor michael/luke T, 3k

Summary: Luke and Michael drunkenly meet at a bar, and wind up married to each other. Calum and Ashton are less than impressed with Michael's impulsive decision.

Original Orpheus (ao3) - @daydadahlias​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton E, 14k

Summary: It wasn't Ashton's fault. In his defense, he had been drunk and Luke had kissed him first. So the first time wasn’t his fault... but the next ones definitely were.

Or, the one where Ashton is a photography major and is trying not to fall in love with his roommate.

photo (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: calum and ashton add a pretty little photo to their collection of casual sex pictures.

Polariod (ao3) - FxckHood luke/calum G, 1k

Summary: Calum used to take photos of beautiful things around him to later look and admire them. When he meets Luke , he decides to take photos of him instead.

Sodales (ao3) - takeitoffhemmo calum/ashton, minor michael/luke M, 9k

Summary: Everyone gets a tattoo that's the outline of a flower and when they fall in love with their soulmate the flower becomes filled with color.

Luke and Michael find each other as soulmates pretty early, but the anxiety of finding a soulmate still presses on their friends, Ashton and Calum. Will Ashton and Calum find solace in each other while still searching for their other half? Will they be each other's soulmates?

stained hearts (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 28k

Summary: “I’m not really looking for a serious relationship right now.”

Okay. That’s okay. Good, even. Get to know each other before they get in too deep.

“But I liked spending time with you and I liked having sex with you and I’d like to do it again.” Luke squeezes Calum’s hand, pulling Calum’s gaze to his face. He’s smiling softly, eyes illuminated by the sun, starbursts in his pupils and shadows of his curls in perfect spirals on his shoulders. “If you want.”

Casual. Sure. Calum can do casual.

“I want.”

Sunshine (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: Ashton and Luke finally reconnect after not seeing each other for four days.

Feelings and doubts ensue.

(punk!luke and flower child!ashton + photographer!luke and baker!ashton)

Tis' The Damn Season (ao3) - beendreaminglikeafool luke/ashton E, 13k

Summary: Luke felt he was walking on a wire that got thinner and weaker the longer he tried to balance himself, only to be pulled down by heavy gravity and land on the cold ground with nothing but wounds that never healed, no matter how long he tried or waited.

The passage of time was all a haze of bright lights and blurry colors but Luke just accepted it, all he was was an ash from the fire that burned too bright.

or: Luke decides to spent the holidays with Calum and Michael while trying to get over Ashton.

Unlearn (ao3) - creepingcamethenight luke/calum M, 58k

Summary: "How do you do it?", he asked Luke, already losing his breath.

"What?", he smiled, head tilted.

"This", Calum looked around, the lights leaving traces in his vision as Luke made him spin around himself, earning a cheer from Sierra and Crystal, "carelessly dancing in the middle of the sidewalk."

"The night is my friend", Luke just said with a thoughtful smile before he continued singing. —— 24-year-old broke college student Luke is dragged into a model job by his friends to make some extra money. Sadly he has a rough start there with the business’ photographer Calum over a small Monday morning mishap.

When they overcome their troubles Calum realizes there is something deeper behind his shiny blue eyes and half smiles. Luke Hemmings is keeping secrets, but instead of running away, like he usually does, Calum is drawn to him like ocean waves.

or: two idiots with issues ———

you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece (ao3) - punchinginadream luke/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: In a room full of art, Ashton would still be staring at Luke.

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or, Luke is Ashton's muse and his model.

[cacoetheswriting]

chasing a feeling - spencer reid

Warnings: angsty, a lot of cursing, smut (nothing too explicit; just a pretty heated make-out session) Word Count: 4.3k Summary: You and the young doctor used to date. Now, years later, you were back in Spencer’s life - much to his dismay. A/N: it kinda takes a bit to get into so i’m thinking maybe of making a part two cause there was soo much more i wanted to write?? // PART TWO IS UP NOW, link at the bottom

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“There has to be some mistake.” Spencer exclaimed, an irritated expression now outlined his facial features. “It’s not a mistake.” Emily stated calmly as she sat back down in her chair, eyeing the doctor in front of her with caution almost as if she was waiting for him to blow. But he didn't say anything. 

Instead, he was looking down at this hands. Rather at the brown folder she handed him just minutes ago. A folder containing information about the BAU’s new team member. Your information.

He reread your name over and over again. Praying this wasn't actually happening. Hoping this was a dream, a hallucination. 

“Spencer, the decision has been made. She starts today.” His eyes darted up instantly to meet Emily’s. His jaw locked. Yes, he was angry. Of course he was angry; as she suspected he would be once the news broke. And in his own mind, he had every right to be. 

“I hope you don’t think that because we know each other I’ll be the one showing her around.” He spat flinging the folder onto the desk in front of him. It landed with a soft thud. Emily sighed slightly taken aback by his attitude. She’s never seen him act this way. This wasn’t the Spencer Reid she’s worked with all these years. 

“I’ve already asked JJ to take Y/N under her wing.” Spencer flinched at the sound of your name. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. No. He shook the thought away. To him, at this moment in time, you were anything but. Evil incarnate. Better. 

There was a brief moment of silence. 

“Spencer, if you want to talk-” “I’m fine.” He interrupted and hurried out of the room. Emily watched him cross the bullpen and disappear behind the glass door. She let out a deep breath while glancing at the clock on her wall. You should be arriving any minute now. 

The elevator door opened with a quiet ‘ding’. Taking a deep breath you stepped out where Emily was waiting with a smile on her face. She immediately reached out and shook your hand. “Hi again Y/N, welcome to the BAU.” You squeezed her hand gently - hoping she wouldn't sense your nervousness. “It’s definitely good to be here. Thank you for this opportunity.” 

Emily let your hand fall. Still smiling she said; “No need to thank me. Your professional reputation precedes you, I would be a fool not to hire you.” "Still, it’s an honour.” 

You followed her through the bullpen. She showed you your desk, pointed to where her office is: “I’ll have JJ give you a more detailed tour later on but right now we have a case.”. You nodded in understanding. “Yes, I packed a go-back when you rang me this morning. It’s in my car.” “Perfect.” 

Emily led you to a conference room where you were greeted by the rest of the team. There wasn’t time for deep introductions, just quick shakes off the hand in between a ‘nice to meet you’ or ‘good to have you on the team’.  Although one person was missing from the welcome wagon. And you weren't the only one to notice. 

“Where’s Reid?” Emily asked glancing around the table. She motioned for you to sit down in one of the empty chairs, which you did. “Spence said he’ll meet us on the jet.” It was the petite blonde who spoke, JJ. “Apparently he had something he needed to do before we left.” Emily nodded. She glanced at you with an apologetic look before turning her attention to the screen at the top of the room.

“Let’s get started.” 

As the team discussed details of the case, you stayed silent. You should be paying attention. Your first case with the BAU, your first day. Concentrate. Yet instead your gaze still wondered to the empty seat. 

You shouldn't be surprised that he didn't want to be here. A part of you was relieved, however, another part of you was quite hurt. You thought maybe after all these years he wouldn't have cared anymore. Clearly you were wrong. He’s not worth it. And he wasn't. So you shook the weird feeling away and turned your attention to the screen. 

Later on the jet, you didn't want to cause a scene once the young doctor finally showed himself therefore you settled into a seat as far away from the rest of the group as possible. You looked out the window, onto the grey tarmac and waited. What you were waiting for exactly you had no idea. If he didn't want to see you earlier, he definitely wouldn't want to see you now. Except now he had no choice.

“Hey, are you okay?” Your thoughts were interrupted and you looked up to find Luke smiling down at you. “First day jitters.” You lied smoothly. He grinned. “Definitely know how that feels. You’re doing great so far.” You smiled as he plopped herself down on the empty armchair in-front of you. 

There was a brief moment of silence in which you looked back outside. “So a little birdie told me you knew Reid before his time at the BAU. What was he like?” Luke inquired, making conversation. Your palms began to sweat. How would you even begin to tell him what Spencer was like? Did you even remember correctly? Or was the image you had imbedded in your brain a figment of your imagination; what you wanted to remember.

“Uhm. He was shy.” You smiled to yourself at the thought of the young doctor always tugging nervously at the hem of his shirt. “Well he’s definitely far from that now.” Luke chuckled and added: “Yeah he’s eh, he’s been through a lot in the last year alone. This job squeezes the shyness right out of you.” 

And like a ghost from your past he appeared. Almost as if he heard you talking about him. Spencer Reid. He looked different than you remembered. More grown up, older, tired. Handsome. You sat up straight in your seat; your eyes glued to the boy you were in love with all those years ago. The brown haired doctor stood at the top of the plane, a stern look on his face. He scanned the plane looking for a place to sit. That’s when his eyes landed on you. 

The air caught in your throat as your eyes locked. Should you wave? No. Smile? Definitely not. Your mind raced a million miles per second wondering what the appropriate thing to do would be while Spencer simply turned away; his attention no longer on you. 

“Do you want to go say hello?” Luke asked following your gaze. “Maybe later.” You replied, focused Spencer. From the corner of your eye you could see him nod. He wanted to say something else but he held himself back. “If you don’t mind I’m gonna catch up on some sleep.” He made himself comfortable and without waiting for you to respond dozed off.  

Spencer sensed you still looking at him. Why were you looking at him? He wanted nothing more than to scream, tell you to stop, but he was a professional. Spencer Reid was a professional and he wasn't going to let you ruin- ruin- ruin what exactly? He shook the thought away. You were bound to ruin something. 

He knew deep down he was being irrational. It has been years since the two of you last saw each other. A lot has happened since then, a lot has changed. Spencer wondered if you changed. He found himself secretly hoping you didn't; you were perfect. No, no. He gritted his teeth causing his jaw to clench. 

He glanced in the direction of your seat - why, he did not know. Curiosity maybe. Or did he just want to look at you again. But your seat was empty. 

Instead you were stood by the coffee machine, trying to figure out how the pesky thing worked. He couldn't help but snicker under his breath amused. If he was to state the obvious physically you hadn't aged a day. Your hair was different, longer and a slightly lighter colour. He wondered if it still smelled the same. Coconut. Damn it. How could you still have such an effect on him? 

In that moment he decided to bite the bullet. Better to get it over with and this was his chance. Suddenly feeling nervous Spencer took a step forward and began to approach you. 

“Hi there.” The words came out croaky. No response. You didn't even look up from the machine. Spencer cleared his throat. “You need to turn it off and back on. It’s pretty old so often it needs an additional nudge before it starts working.” 

He pressed the button restarting the coffeemaker. Spencer relaxed beside you; he was so close you could smell his cologne. It was intoxicating to say the least. The blood in your veins was pumping faster than it has been all day. 

And as if his sudden closeness wasn't bad enough, he reached over to grab the mug you were gripping tightly in your hands. His fingers brushed against yours in the process sending an immense tingle down your spine. He froze for a moment and you couldn't help but wonder if he felt it too. 

Eventually, you let out a breath you didn't even realise you were holding. “I thought maybe you would pretend I don't exist.” Spencer huffed at your comment rolling his eyes. The machine began to purr and a black liquid slowly poured into your cup. “I can't ignore you forever. We work together now.”

That last sentence came out harsh. You noticed immediately and your gaze darted up to meet his. The look in his eyes was one you haven't seen before. Dark, hateful even. “If you have something to say just say it. If not, leave me alone.” You hissed as you stared up at him. The coffee machine beeped. 

You began to reach for your beverage but Spencer grabbed you by the arm, intercepting, and pulled you in closer to him. His grip strong. A gasp escaped your lips at the sudden movement. 

“Let me go.” You hissed as you stared back up at him. His clutch on your arm tightened - it was starting to become uncomfortable but you weren't going to let him know that. You only hoped the rest of the team couldn't sense the rising tension and weren't paying attention to this cumbersome reunion. 

“Why are you here? Why are you back Y/N?” Spencer finally asked in an ominous tone. “I’m here to work.” You replied confidently. He scoffed pressing your arm harder into his chest. You could feel his anger spike. His body heat radiating against you due to the proximity of your stance. 

“What, Los Angeles wasn't big enough for your ego?” He jeered. “Gee Spencer, I didn't think you were keeping tabs on me. Careful or I might start to think you still care.” You sneered in a mocking tone. It was the wrong thing to say, you knew that. You knew it would only get him angrier. And he did. 

His blood boiled like lava. You could see the hatred smouldering across his facial features, eyes narrowed. He wanted to explode. If it wasn't for where the two of you currently stood he would allowed for the darkness to swallow him whole. You sensed it. He was aware you sensed it. Even after all this time no-one knew him better than you. Perhaps that’s why he was so bitter. 

“Quite frankly Y/N, I don't give a fuck about you.” He spat letting your arm fall. 

The words stung. Your face fell and for a split second his demeanour changed. A glimmer of sorrow in his eyes. His lips parted almost as if to say something - apologise maybe. But the moment passed quickly and within seconds he was cold again. “Enjoy your coffee.” He muttered before turning on his heel and walking away. 

A lone tear dripped slowly down your cheek. You brushed it away quickly before anyone noticed and grabbed your drink, sulking back in your seat. 

Remainder of the flight was uneventful. The team gathered together once again shortly before landing for a quick briefing. Together you went through any last minute developments in the case. This time you participated, not letting Spencer’s tense poise distract you. Once the meeting concluded Emily divided you into teams of two - thankfully she paired you with JJ meaning you got to avoid Spencer the rest of that afternoon.

You didn't see him again until much later that evening at the local station. He stood by the bulletin board, deep in thought working up the geographical profile. 

JJ asked if you wanted a coffee, you said yes. Spencer’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice but he didn't look away from the map. JJ turned to Spencer with the same question, he simply shook his head and she disappeared leaving you with the young doctor.

Neither of you said a word. He focused on his own work as you reached for the box of the first victims journals you gathered with JJ. Picking up the first one you began to read through it - pacing. Spencer watched you now. Just like he used to all those years ago. He always found it odd that you liked reading while walking around. A small smile circled his lips at the familiarity of it all, but as soon as you glanced up at him the smile faded. 

Soon enough JJ returned with the coffees. You thanked her as she sat down, grabbing a journal from the box. Her presence eased the rising tension you could slowly feel forming. 

“Does ‘blind pig’ mean something other than the animal?” JJ asked taking a sip of her hot beverage. “Yes-” You and Spencer replied simultaneously. You locked eyes for an awkward moment. Spencer cleared his throat, averting his ogling, as you turned to JJ. “A blind pig can also stand for a place where alcoholic drinks are served illegally.” 

“The first victim references that phrase in almost every entry.” JJ said, showing you one of the poorly scribbled annotations. “I’ll ask one of the officers if they know of any restaurants or bars that partake in such activities.” You said placing your coffee and the journal you were reading on the table. “Good luck. They weren't very forthcoming earlier according to Emily.” She smiled encouragingly before turning her attention back to the notebook in her hand. 

Spencer on the other hand found himself following you with his gaze. He watched as you approached one of the policemen. Your hips swaying elegantly from side to side. He watched how you flicked your hair over your shoulder almost in a flirtatious way, a warm full smile appearing on your face. He watched as you laughed at something the officer said, tilting your neck slightly backwards and placing your hand gently on his bicep.

An unfamiliar feeling stirred inside of him. Was it jealousy? No. Spencer Reid wasn't jealous because you were casually seducing some crook of a man. His fists clenched at his side, fingernails digging deep into the palms of his own hands. 

Oblivious to the brown haired doctor staring you down, you continued talking with the officer. “I wouldn't normally ask this, but honestly I’m perplexed and I was hoping you would be able to help me.” You fluttered your eyelashes feeling sick to your stomach that flirting was the only way to get some information. But it worked. Soon enough you were strutting back to where JJ and Spencer where now joined by the rest of your team - a printout of all the places serving alcohol illegally in one hand and the officers number jotted on a napkin in the other. 

“Nice going.” JJ grinned as you handed her the list. “That poor guy didn't stand a chance.” Rossi affirmed with a quiet laugh. Matt and Luke chuckled together soon joined by Emily. The only person that wasn't amused by your theatrics was Spencer. “Yes, whoring yourself out is really a display of skill.” 

The group immediately fell silent. “Reid.” Emily’s tone of voice was far from pleasant as she glared at the young doctor. 

“Spence-” JJ began but you cut her off. “You’d think with an IQ of 187 you would know by now how not to be a fucking prick doctor Reid.” You hissed and tossed the napkin, which was now curled into a tight ball, right at his head - missing only because he ducked. You excused yourself calmly and briskly rushed out of there. 

The cold breeze hit your skin the second you stepped outside. Your break down followed shortly after. Hiding behind one of the pillars to the side of the building you burst into loud sobs - once the floodgates opened they were hard to control. A sweep of tears escaped your eyes, trailing down your face like a waterfall. It was hard to breathe. Your fingers desperately fidgeted with the buttons of your shirt hastily undoing the top few. You placed your hand on your chest, heart thumping. 

Through your heavy cries you didn't hear the door swing open behind. “Y/N?” A familiar voice called out, the cause of your current waterworks.

It didn't take long for him to find you - hunched behind a pillar, one hand on your chest while the other held your head. Cautiously, he ambled towards you leaving only a step between his body and your own. He reached out and gently took your hand away from your face; it was slightly wet from all the tears you caught in it. You didn't look at him so he closed the space between you and placed a finger under your chin, tilting your head up. 

“Congratulations, I guess you got what you wanted.” You whimpered, the look in your eyes completely broken. Spencer furrowed his eyebrows slightly confused. “This isn't what I wanted.” He whispered. “Really? Could've fooled me.” You muttered in between your sobs, trying to free yourself from his strong grip. 

He didn’t say anything. He didn't know what to say. Tell you he regretted that sentence the second it escaped his lips? You wouldn't believe him. Apologise? Yes, he should probably apologise. But as he opened his mouth nothing came out. He looked at you with a sense of hopelessness, this was not what he wanted to happen. “You have to believe me Y/N. I didn't mean-” “Forget it Spencer, I don't want to hear it.” You cried attracting unwanted attention from passersby. 

“I knew this would be difficult, seeing you after all this time and having to work together-” You took a deep breath. “-but I thought we’d at least be mature about it!” Your sadness dissolved into anger. You mustered enough strength to free yourself from his embrace, slightly pushing him back. That was enough for Spencer to get angry too - it was unwarranted yes, but he couldn't help it. Fight fire with fire. 

“God Y/N, you are so entitled!” He hissed taking a step forward, once again closing the space between you. “You only look out for yourself!” He jabbed his finger into you; just under your collarbone. “You are the one that left!” Jab. “You are the one that chose to come back!” Jab. “You are the one that fucking ruins everything!” Jab. Jab. Jab. 

“And you are the one acting like a dick about it!” You groaned aggravated. He gritted his teeth - you stroke a nerve. A sense of satisfaction overcame you; so you continued. “The only one with a problem here is you!” It was your turn to poke him and you made sure to do it hard. He didn't like that. He grabbed your finger, pulling it away from himself. His hand then slid until your wrist was wrapped tightly in his hand. 

He had all the power. And he knew it too. 

The two of you continued yelling insults at each other. You called him “irrational”, “immature”, and “a complete asshole” - amongst other curses. He resorted to bringing up your troubled heated past whilst calling you “crazy” and “a bitch”. Tension rose with every spoken sentence - your faces mere inches away from each other. You could feel his hot breath against your skin as he jeered how much he hated you. The look in his eyes was infuriation, but there was something else. Arousal? Impossible. 

“Do you know why you hate me so much?” You provoked. “Because I don’t stroke your ego. Because all those years ago I decided to follow my own path rather than stay and entertain you like everyone else in your pathetic life!” His jaw clenched. “And I think you're feeling insecure now that I’m back and working with this team because I know things-” “Shut up.” He whispered but you ignored him. “-I know things that could ruin you.” “SHUT UP!”

The sound of his roar caused a couple of people to stop in their path and look towards the two of you. The door flung open and an officer stepped outside to check whether everything was okay, but Spencer was quick to dismiss him. 

Seconds passed in which Spencer composed himself. Taking a step back he let go of your wrist and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked around, in search of what to say next. You however celebrated this small victory. A smirk appeared on your face and you couldn't help but let out a satisfied laugh.

“If you don’t mind, I’m gonna head back inside.” You said coyly. He didn't protest. He didn't even look at you. The smirk on your face faded. The anger began to dissipate. “For what it’s worth if I knew things would be this hostile between us, I wouldn't have taken the job.” 

With that being said, you were about to walk around the pillar when he grabbed you again. Your back pressed to the cold brick and Spencer’s assailed against you. No escape. He leaned down, tilting his head slightly, and you felt your body give way to his unspoken suggestion.

His mouth slanted over yours - all options to deny him taken away. His hands flew to your face cupping it hastily as his fingers buried in your hair, tangling themselves in the thickness. Your arms slid around his waist, trailing upwards, and feeling the hard muscles of his back. Both your heads rotated back and forth to vary pressure. His mouth was possessive and it didn't take long for his tongue to breach your lips. 

All of the emotions that had been churning rose to the surface and exploded all at once - your heart felt like it was on a rampage. The kiss now deeper than ever. Your tongues dancing together, each trying to assert dominance. Spencer bit down on your bottom lip vigorously causing a velvety moan to escape your mouth. The smooth sound of pleasure only fuelled the doctor more as he pushed himself into you more and you felt his member twitch in his pants.  

After what seemed like forever, he pulled away. The pause was brief allowing you to only to catch a quick breath, and in the space of a heartbeat Spencer lowered his mouth back down to yours with immense passion and desire. Your legs felt like rubber as you leaned into him completely. He explored your mouth as his hands nonchalantly made their way from your face down to your collar. 

Now that he’s tasted your lips, after all this time apart, he found himself only wanting more. 

Spencer grazed you roughly with his nails before binding one hand steadily around your neck - giving it a soft squeeze. The other hand continued down your chest, his fingers making their way inside your half-opened blouse. Your whole body was on fire. As was his. 

Slowly, he broke the kiss. Both of you breathless. A hungry look spread across his facial features; now you definitely saw arousal in his eyes. He let his hands fall down by his sides, but his body weight was still pressed into you. He tried to organise his thoughts. Which was impossible to do with you standing right there - your eyes wide open, hair ruffled, mouth slightly parted swollen and red from the kiss. Fuckable. 

He moved away from you because he knew if he didn't his lips would once again find yours. He watched you collect yourself. Fix your blouse, wipe the corners of your mouth with your fingers, adjust your skirt, flatten your hair. None of that helped however; he still wanted to devour you. 

When you finally met his gaze there was a hint of regret in your eyes. All the dirty thoughts and scenarios he had piling in his brain disappeared momentarily because Spencer knew that look all too well - there was an invisible line you had drawn and the two of you crossed it. 

“Tell Emily she’ll have my resignation letter in the morning.” Your voice a bare whisper. 

He opened his mouth to say something, to tell you he was sorry for everything. Sorry for the arguments, the name calling, for ruining your first day, sorry for the kiss. He wanted to take your hand, and tell you that there was a way the two of you could work together after all. That you didn't need to do this. That he was glad you were back. 

But no words came out. His throat locked up. He stood frozen like a deer in headlights and simply followed you with his gaze as you hailed a taxi and disappeared into the night. 

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