#luke hemmings role play

[ma1dita]

now that we're older

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 3.5k

summary: (established relationship) The one where he asks if you can stay the night even if all of cabin 11 makes fun of him. Luke is tired of the routine. He just needs his girl. (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader)

a/n: its really something about me always posting at 4am.... listened to three songs on a loop while writing and they were all called ‘older’. 5sos-> gracie abrams-> lizzy mcalpine—this works for the trajectory of trouble & luke if you give it a listen; anyways you guys deserve the fluff. PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS HAPPY (ignore the...tinge of angst) BUT THIS IS HAPPY RIGHT? RIGHT? scream at me in the comments & enjoy <3

(posted 3/26/24, semi-edited)

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Luke lets you love him in the nighttime. 

It’s not to say that you don’t love him every second of the day and then some, but he’s much softer at night, weathered down and stripped of the many roles he carries. Maybe it’s the weight from the responsibility of being an all-star cabin counselor or the bone-deep ache of being camp’s best swordsman, perhaps even the ailment of being Hermes’ favorite forgotten son—but he endures until the night where he can lay it all down and be nothing but yours. 

And you let him. 

The mask usually starts to fall apart during dinner when he comes to sit at your table— besides the extra space, Luke likes intentionally knocking his knees against yours, the hand not holding his fork squeezing the inside of your thigh. He’s more open and receptive to your doting by the time the sun sets, fiddling with the hem of your camp shirt on the walks to the bonfire, letting you hang off his arm as you sidestep each other’s feet, hip to hip in hushed giggles. Whether it be chatty campers running through attempts at kisses, Chiron and Mr. D accidentally interrupting your loving glances, or occasional interference from the gods above, there’s only so many ways to be together in the in-between.

Tonight he’s yawning as he places his head on yours from behind, the both of you watching all your campers file out towards the amphitheater. A gentle smile graces your face and he’s warm all over, arms caging around your chest as you lightly sway against the summer breeze.

“You okay, angelface?”

Humming in response, he lowers his cheek to yours and whispers a proposition.

“Wanna skip the bonfire? Like how we used to…”

Turning to face him, your nose bumps against the scar on his cheek, and he feels the teeth of your smile on his skin as you mumble, “That was before cabin 7 needed an understudy for special requests, babe.”

“You could still sing for me. I’ll even clap if you want,” he muses before warbling out a few off-key notes to your favorite song until you’re a mess of giggles under him, fingers reaching up to cover his lips.

“That’s terrible,” you say between fits of laughter, until your eyes meet Percy and Grover’s wandering ones, “Hey! You two ready for your quest tomorrow?” Luke’s hold on you falters into an afterthought, fingers playing with your belt loops as the boys walk to the center of the clearing to meet you two.

He thinks about his little sister going on a quest to prove herself to her mother, even if it’s not her own cross to bear. He thinks about the satyr risking his life to protect another demigod who follows in his footsteps, and finally his dark eyes land on the sandy-haired boy destined to get caught in the crossfire. Luke’s feet feel heavy as if they’re cemented to the ground, and when you step away to greet the boys, he stays where he is. You misinterpret it for his fatigue, which is only part of what’s weighing on his mind.

“Luke? Go on ahead, I’ll cover for you. Get some rest.” But he can’t sleep without you; the times he’s tried are met with a touch of darkness only you can will away. He wants to hold on to you for as long as he can— Luke’s always been more vulnerable in the nighttime, with or without you.

Later he finds himself staring at the ceiling of his cabin, thrashing in the twin bed against the back wall as he rests his eyes and tries to get comfortable. There are reminders of you wherever he looks, gauzy white curtains strung up around his bed like swirling clouds, pictures of the both of you pinned to the worn walls of Hermes’ refuge for the unclaimed, and though he’s always known his heritage—the way he can pick out your voice through the sound of all the others that file in reminds him who his heart belongs to. Luke shuts his eyes until he feels your lips on his forehead, balmy from your berry chapstick with a hint of your smile. He murmurs your name sleepily, but your hands tickle his torso as you lift the hem of his shirt up.

“Woah there, keep it PG. There are children here!” Travis says mockingly, and the sound of giggles and shuffling sheets fills the room as everyone gets ready for bed. There’s a resounding thud that follows and that makes him open his eyes.

“Mind out of the gutter, Stoll! You know your brother overheats at night,” you mutter, and his hands are already ghosting your hip in silent confirmation. Tearing your lavender gaze from Travis who’s spitting out feathers from across the way, you look down at him and mumble, “Sleepy, angelface? They’ll do cabin checks soon and then it’s lights out.” 

“Don’t wanna sleep without you. I can wait,” he slurs, saying your name slowly like he’s spelling it out. Luke looks at you blearily when he sits up, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes as he pulls his shirt off from the nape of his neck. When the orange fibers lift from his vision, he sees you in sleepwear (all stolen from his closet, just the way he likes it) and your face shiny with skincare. 

“Was gonna get you ready for bed, babe. Got Lee to cover for me tonight and Beck and Katie are on morning shift. Wanna go to mine?”

He knows he should. The both of you never play hooky, not since taking up your counselor positions 3 years ago. Luke doesn’t remember the last time either of you were in bed before midnight and up before 6 the next morning. Never on purpose at least—the surprise jolts him awake a little as he cocks his head at you curiously. 

“Got off the hook, Trouble?”

The question makes you bite your lip, “You’re acting surprised. Something told me you needed it.” He flops back down on the worn mattress, far too soft with age that his back tweaks a little when he moves over for you and pats the space you’ll take up. It’s his though—even if it doesn’t have his name on it, and for once he just wants to sleep in here with his girl like everything is right in the world (and ignore that he’s about to tear it all up). He thinks he might actually miss this cabin, the sound of his scuffling siblings, the way things quickly disappear and reappear at the change of hands in this community of outcasts, but most of all, he’s going to miss you and how you can settle them down with a single hush.

“Can we stay here tonight? Too comfy. Never get to admire the little setup you made for me here since we’re in 12 so often.”

“M’not going anywhere, my love,” you whisper as you push back the curtains, climbing into his bed to cuddle against him, but he shifts so that his head is on your chest. Luke’s hugging you like he’s a weighted blanket, and he strings a garland of kisses along your collarbone leading up to the space over your heart. Running your hands through his hair, you sing to him quietly until lights out, not even noticing the change while you’re looking at each other eye to eye. No one laughs at your lullaby, the sound of your voice tucking the rest of the cabin to sleep.

Almost losing consciousness again, his cheek shakes with the giggle that rises from your chest as you whisper, “Didn’t know you put our camp prom photo up on your wall. We look like we hate each other.”

“You were so mad because I kept stepping on the bottom of your dress. Had to get your attention somehow,” he chuckles, before tightening his hold on you, “I knew I liked you already by then, too. Wasted too much time trying to get Chiron in a prom dress with the boys that I didn’t get the chance to ask you to dance.”

“Ended up on a bead though. Is that what that memory tells you, angelface?”

“You’re my favorite memory, Trouble,” he sighs, muscles relaxing at the feeling of your fingertips tracing stars into the planes of his back. Then hearts. A squiggle of something you tell him is obviously a centaur, which makes his brows furrow, before he kisses your chin when you spell out your name. Slowly, like you want him to remember it. He does.

“I’m still here, silly—pretty sure to be a memory, time has to take me away first. Not letting that happen. Me and you forever if I can help it,” you say breathily, voice tinged with sleep and so much love for him that feels like it chokes you, but that might just be the angle of your neck as you try to look down at him again. Dopamine lines your system at his words, and you let out a strained sigh—lovesick and heady with the feeling.

“I know but you’re in all my favorite ones too. When I think of you, everything’s better. Like I didn’t eternally fuck up my fate before I even turned 20,” he jokes, and like a lot of them, they fall flat. You hope that by wrapping your legs around him Luke will know how much you want to crawl into his skin and hold his heart to protect it. That with you, he won’t ever have to be alone. Words are never enough, after all. Even if you have nothing you need to prove, it won’t stop you from trying to show him.

“Still a few weeks off, so don’t try your luck. There are worse fates than falling in love with you, Luke Castellan.”

He turns from the wall at the sound of that, wanting to disagree, but you kiss him before he can protest.

“I’m the lucky one. Sometimes I think loving you was the only thing I did right,” he murmurs, before drifting off. You’re the last thing he looks at before he goes to sleep, the way he likes it—like a longstanding memory he gets to keep before he’s vulnerable again in his dreamstate. He’s the strongest when you’re with him, and his brain goes quiet. No one dares to break him when he’s with you like this. 

Not a dream, nor a titan.

You can't imagine sleeping another night without this crick in your neck with his name on it, the shape of him pressed into your body. With only the moon as your witness, you whisper words of devotion, sneak featherlight kisses wherever you can reach, and hope that they get to your love, wherever his mind is right now.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…”

—

You let him love you in the mornings.

Even unknowingly, it seems. On a normal day, your alarm would ring and you’d sleepily pat Luke (his face, chest, whatever part of him you could reach with your eyes closed) so he could shut it off. He’d let you sleep in a couple extra minutes (somewhere between 5-10) before pulling you from unconsciousness with a hug. 

This morning, with no alarms ringing in his ears Luke finds that he wakes up a little before you anyway. Down to his circadian rhythm, you’ve affected him, and he takes it with an upwards quirk of his lip as he squints at the sunlight through the sheer curtains that brush against your arms. He watches you delicately, even with the sounds of a lively morning filling the cabin—everyone up and ready for the day while you two are wrapped in your little bubble. It’s a stupid thought that crosses his mind, but a coherent one nonetheless; jealousy fills his chest at the sight of sunlight kissing every inch of your skin that he can only try to reach. He runs his hands from where they’re tucked underneath your waistband to the expanse of your back, and over your shoulders until you’re humming under your breath, midway out of a dream. 

Luke takes an extra moment to admire the way you latch onto him and he finds it almost frustrating how everyone from the gods above to the demigods at Camp Half-Blood down to the powers that damn him to Tartarus know you’re his biggest weakness. It’s almost unfair how you’re his strength too— the sheath that reminds him not to cut, the control behind his unbridled rage that heats up the back of his neck like a brand but instead of feeling fire, he feels sunlight.

You search for him in every sunrise, light refracting through your irises until a smile settles on your cheeks like you want to say, “Yes, I’m here with you. ” 

“Good morning, pretty girl.”

The both of you shifted during the night, almost as if in a dance of limbs and dreams, and somehow you’re nestled against his side and using his bicep as a pillow. It flexes as Luke raises his arm to brush the hair away from your face, when you kiss his scar and mumble, “Did we miss breakfast?”

“Almost over, but we can just grab something from the kitchens. Surprised everyone left us alone, actually,” he says thoughtfully, “the kids might’ve already left for their quest.” He likes watching you reorient yourself into the land of the living, before you step into your boots of being head counselor, before you put on the facade of being the perfect demigod—the protector and glue of Camp Half-Blood.

“Mmhm… was gonna offer my lighter to Percy and them last night for protection, but he was wearing your shoes. You gave them to him?”

Luke wipes drool from the side of your lip, watching you kiss his thumb in thanks with no thought as it was as easy as breathing. A half smile splits through the scar on his face as he says, “He’s gonna need them. For luck.” You lift your upper body up and look at him, hair forming a halo around your face and you sniff, “But you loved those shoes. Gift from your dad aside, I know they’re one of your prized possessions.”

He coaxes you back into his arms as he shifts up and leans against the wall. Prying eyes would think you’re hugging, sitting heart to heart on the small mattress.

“Annie didn’t take your lighter?”

He knows you’re rolling your eyes against his shoulder, feeling your fingers clutch at his curls to pull him away to look at you. You look at him knowingly and say, “Stop trying to change the subject. Anyways, Annie said if we help them anymore she’ll think we don’t trust them enough to come back alive.”  

“I mean it when I say you’re all I care about. Shoes… None of it matters.”

“What I care about is how you used to love flying around in those things. Even if you pissed me off a lot with them too,” you say, and the both of you laugh. They were a consolation from his dad after his quest, probably the closest thing to an apology (or even a “hello, glad you’re alive!”) he’d ever gotten from Hermes. Though the scar on his cheek was more than enough of a reminder of that—he didn’t touch the shoes until a few months after, when you taught him how to drive. Luke propositioned you promising to take you out on a spin once, and you thought he meant the car…

“You loved them more than I did,” he grins, and you recoil and slap his chest.

“You flung me onto the roof of the dining pavilion, Luke.”

“It was an accident! Plus it did make cabin checks go faster…Once I got the hang of them,” he snorts, deciding to pull you to stand. Batting away the curtain, he’s sliding into his slippers and Luke helps you step onto his feet and you groan into his chest, “What are you doing? M’gonna break your toes, Lu—”

“Shhh…I’m the strongest guy you know. Can handle anything for ya.”

He backs the both of you up to the center of the cabin, spinning you in slow circles to an imaginary beat. One hand around your waist and the other interlaced with yours as your smile feels like sun beaming through a window as you ask, “How did I ever get so lucky to fall in love with you, Luke Castellan?” 

You’ll never tell him, but that’s the only thing you’ll be ever grateful to Hermes for.

He shakes his head in astonishment as he whispers, “I love you, you know that?” It hurts his head if he thinks too hard—how does a love so intoxicating manifest as something so gentle? How can he be powered by your love but still fueled by hate? How can he be both damned and saved by you? Luke wonders if his thoughts even break the surface of how busy the mind of a daughter of Dionysus is—to know insanity in love, and still be able to welcome it with open arms.

“Beats prom, huh? Am I a good dance partner?” 

You tilt your head, tongue in cheek as you gaze at your boy like he’s said something stupid, and though it’s been a year and change, you hope the fluttery feeling Luke gives you will never go away. With him, you never have to pretend—never needing to mince your words or soften the blow. You’ve never felt more yourself than how you feel hand in hand with him.

“We’ve always been good partners, me and you.”

He sways you in the momentary quiet of cabin 11 as you step away and hold the bottom of your (his) shirt out like the frills of a skirt, and Luke raises your arm overhead and then you’re spinning, spinning, spinning…

The front door swivels open, and Chris peeks his head in.

“Hey lovebirds, sorry to interrupt but Sword and Shield is starting soon, and Clarisse still has your names on the roster…”

You both sigh.

“You signed up for offense?”

“And you signed up for defense, so don’t look at me like that, Trouble…”

Instantly the two of you harden your stances, parrying at each other’s torsos with hands as your swords until you try to make a run for it and drag Chris behind you to use him as a human shield.

“Hey! Oof—”

Moving as quick as a bullet, Luke accidentally knocks the wind out of his brother who’s now hunched over as you laugh at him like a madwoman.

“You two are going to have weirdly violent children one day,” Chris huffs, before stepping back towards the door, “See ya in 30!”

Cheeks reddening at his brother’s comment, Luke crosses his arms and takes a good look at you, bathing in the light of the open doorway and looking like the rest of his life.

“Well, back to work. Bit too good to be true, huh babe?”

“For now,” he says thoughtfully, “Summer will be over soon though. Gonna get quieter around here for sure…”

You’re already stepping off the front porch walking backwards as you grin, throwing your arms up in the air as you make your way across the path to your cabin to get ready for the day. You’d hate to leave camp—it's as true as your love for performing, caring for others, and most especially, him. He knows it because he knows you, and unlike most things, that’s never going to change.

Not if he can help it.

“Summer doesn’t last forever. But we’ll still have the fall, the winter, and whatever’s next…me and you.”

You’re yelling to him over the railing of your porch and he nods his head at you, turning away before you speak again, “Maybe one day when we’re older!”

“What was that baby?”

Looking at Luke like you already have it all planned out in your head, you say softer, “Kids. If that’s what’s in the cards for us. Though I do like practicing…”

Instantly he cracks up but nods, because there’s no future he can conceive without you being in it. There’s a serious turn in his response and it makes your heart beat out of your chest.

“Anything you want. You know I don’t leave anything up to fate. Not glory, not you.”

Everything you touch turns into gold, and he hopes somehow he would too. Two sides of the same coin, striving for a good ending, one worth remembering—one to last forever.

You get to love each other in the in-between, when time can’t get in the way. The clock is always ticking though, rattling against his brain as a reminder. 

Luke just wants to make sure there’ll come a day where there’ll be no more interruptions.

—

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it. Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep.” Caitlyn Siehl

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[bloodhoundluke]

slip away – luke hemmings

description: luke is having a tough time, and his girlfriend has had enough of his behavior.

pairing: she/her x luke hemmings

warnings: 🔞 drug abuse, angst, cursing (let me know if there's anything else).

word count: 1,4k-ish.

a/:n: so finally the when facing the things we turn away from series continues 🖤 this has been on my drafts for a while now and i decided to publish it after editing it. i was supposed to publish the series in a chronological order but i couldn't wait to publish this first (call me impatient lol) (edit: i republished this due to some issues) 🥺

this is pt. 8 of when facing the things we turn away from series.

GIF by kaleidoscopeminds

For the longest time, they were happy. Luke thought they were made for each other, and maybe they were for a while. Luke had feared that day would come. The day she would leave. She was tired of all the excuses, lies and the pain he had put her through. He was tired of hurting her. He really tried to change, but he just didn’t know how. The therapy and rehab helped for a while, until he relapsed and spiraled into a dark place.

It wasn’t just the drugs for her. He had changed, and if it came to asking her, he had changed for the worse. She happily played the role of the supportive girlfriend for a year or so. She tried to be by his side. He was the love of her life after all. He became cynical, cold. Distant. She tried to reach him, but how could you reach someone who didn’t want to be found? Lonely nights at their shared bedroom drove her insane. Luke spent his days in the studio or promoting the band’s new singles. Afterwards he hung out with the boys or sipped whiskey on the rocks at whatever bar he could find. He swore that he had been to every single bar in LA, and it humiliated him. But an addict would always be an addict, no matter the substance, right?

It was a Monday night. Stumbling across the house, Luke fell to the floor. She found him and helped pick him up. A bag of some white substance fell to the floor. She couldn’t believe it and she wanted to yell at him. She couldn’t understand what he was saying to her. It was utter nonsense. What he wanted to say was ‘sorry’. He didn’t even remember the last time they had truly spoken and neither did she. They were strangers to each other. She waited until he passed out on the sofa and checked his breathing just to make sure everything was alright. She got rid of the white substance and placed a glass of water on the coffee table for him. Petunia snuggled up to him, and she could barely remember when she had seen the two lying next to each other. It reminded of how things used to be and the memories felt like a knife in the chest. But she had decided already that she’d leave him. Around 5am, Luke made his way to the bedroom and woke her up. She decided it was time. The time to leave him. If she'd wait for longer, she didn't know if she would be able to pull it off. Luke would apologize, and she'd comfort him. That scenario had happened one too many times already.

“Don’t you leave me in this silence”, he sobbed into her black hoodie, his head snuggled against her chest.

“I am sorry, Luke…but we are no longer good together. I can’t take it anymore…the lies. The... bullshit. I am done”, she looked down at him and bit her lips. They had been like this for a while now, just her hugging him and his head against her chest. But she would have to move away from him soon. She was still scared that he could persuade her to stay.

Luke repositioned himself and didn’t say anything back. For a while, their arms were wrapped around each other’s bodies. Luke pressed a kiss on top of her head, as if saying she mattered the most to him. And she did, of course she did. He knew he fucked up when he started to use again, but it was an addiction. There were bound to be setbacks.

She was the first one to back away from the embrace.

“I lo….love you”, was the last thing she heard before exiting their once so happy home. The house they had bought together. The house they had renovated together, despite it took forever to finish. The house in which they had made their future plans. But now it had turned to a house of a broken, lonely hearted man. 

Luke replayed the night she found out about his drug abuse in his head about a million times. He couldn't stop blaming himself.

“Do you want to be with me, Luke?”, she questioned the curly-haired man in front of her.

“Of course I do”.

“Then why do you do this shit?”, she was pissed, Luke could tell.

“What shit?”, he spat.

“I found the Xanax”, her tears fell down her cheeks despite she tried hard to keep them in.

“What do you mean? Xanax?”. She could tell he was acting oblivious - she knew him too well at this point. He was lying to her, she knew. 

“Yes, the fuckin’ Xanax, Luke! What the fuck is going on?”.

“Nothin’. Nothin’ is going on. Don’t worry”. He locked himself in the downstairs bathroom - thankfully she had removed the pills from there. She prayed he didn’t have another stash lying somewhere.

“Luke? Luke! Open the door”, she banged heavily on the door. No answer. She kept on going, until he opened the door. 

His eyes were bloodshot. He stood still. It was like he didn’t have any emotions behind those eyes. He looked like Luke… but he wasn’t like Luke. He didn’t seem to resemble the Luke she had fallen in love with. Not the giggly, charming Luke. Not the empathetic, loveable Luke. He was an empty shell.

“Help me, please”, Luke whimpered the next morning. She had almost dropped him off at some rehabilitation center last night, but Luke had begged her not to do so.

“I promise, I’ll help you”, she planted a kiss on his forehead and caressed his hair. What had happened? And how come hadn’t she noticed?

It had been a year since she had left him. She hoped he’d be better off without her and vice versa. It had been an adjustment for them both; trying to get used to the idea of not being together anymore. For a while, she had felt horrible and devastated. So heartbroken. She felt like there was a piece of her soul missing. Everything seemed to be a reminder of him. Seeing the heart shaped cookies in the nearby store they used to eat together felt like a punch in the stomach. Hearing their favorite romantic ballads on the radio killed her inside. The smell of his worn out sweaters that she had accidentally packed drove her insane: why couldn't she just forget about him already?  Slowly, but surely she survived. The things that reminded of him gradually started to feel indifferent. Sometimes they even evoked positive feelings: she was grateful for the good times they had shared. And the bad times were a life lesson.

What she didn’t know was that Luke was an absolute mess for the first five months. Without the help from the boys, he probably wouldn’t have eaten in days. Or left his bed. Or brushed his teeth. All that was racing around his mind was her. And the memories they had created together. The beautiful picnic she had set up for him when they were in London a few years ago. The first 'I love you' in the rain. The way he introduced her to his family and they instantly fell in love with her, just like he had done when they first met. And the moments that never happened, like the proposal he had planned for her. It was supposed to be an intimate and breathtaking picnic. Great food and wine, and even greater company. He could still imagine what their life together would be now that he is better. How they would share small moments of intimacy, promising to love each other until the day they die. How he'd do anything in his power to make her feel like the luckiest woman in the world.  

The memories started to fade over time. But it didn’t mean they didn’t matter; they mattered the world. Luckily for Luke, he had experienced two silver linings in his life: her and rehab.

“I can feel you slip away, like I knew you would”, he sadly half-smiles and pets Petunia on the balcony of his newly purchased oceanfront house.

© 2023 bloodhoundluke.

[sillygooseness]

My Playlist: Jimmy Kaga-Ricci Needs a Hug

A Song Analysis.

1. Hey Angel by One Direction- starting off strong with this one for multiple reasons. the one-sided dialogue with an angel reflects the religious imagery of the book and jimmy taking comfort in his religion by talking to god. the words also work really well if you imagine this as jimmy talking to angel about switching roles in life. also, the one direction larry stylinson situation very much fueled alice's idea for jowan, i think, the parallels are very clear.

2. Play My Music by The Jonas Brothers- a fun little jam about a boy just wanting to play his music

3. Salt by Bad Suns- the lead singer of bad suns wrote this song for his transgender friend, but i really would not have guessed that this was written by a cisgender person if i had not looked it up. phenomenal articulation of a transgender experience, obviously the song belongs here

4. Love Me by The 1975- the lyrics reflect jimmy's theme that it is silly to idolize somebody that you don't know

5. Social Cues by Cage The Elephant- another song about coping with fame and anxiety

6. Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots- jimmy is very stressed, obviously, and reminiscent of when times were simpler

7. You’d Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone You Knew Was Out To Get You) by Waterparks- another song about his anxiety. this song makes me think about how he is so worried about somebody breaking into their apartment and his room. he is frequently worried about being in danger from others

8. Karma by AJR- a song from the perspective of a famous person in therapy. in a podcast explaining the making of this song, the lead singer explains that they edited multiple takes of the bridge together so that there would be no audible breaths in between lines, which heightens the sense that the narrator is spiraling into a panic attack. very much how i imagine jimmy finally in therapy

9. One of Us by Joan Osborn- alice said so and i agree

10. Starting Line by Luke Hemmings- this one is hard to explain, but it's essentially about feeling emotionally numb throughout life due to poor mental health and feeling like life is flying by without really experiencing any of it. i have multiple songs from this album sprinkled throughout all of my playlists for the ark boys, and this one just feels the most like jimmy

11. Only The Brave by Louis Tomlinson- i love that this song has been adopted by fans to be about lgbtq+ bravery. it has to be included

12. Lights Up by Harry Styles- really reflects how little sense of self jimmy has. the main line "lights up, do you know who you are?" really stands out because jimmy states multiple times in the book that he does not know who he is

13. Run Boy Run by Woodkid- maybe this one is a bit dramatic, but it's my running away song, so it naturally goes here

14. Laura Palmer by Bastille- gosh, i love this song. it's another one that's hard to articulate, but it's perfect. "you ran into the night, you can't be found. this is your heart, can you feel it? pumped through your veins, can you feel it?" jimmy runs away, finally acting on his own autonomy, and this song is perfect for it.

15. Make it Stop by COIN- another song about being anxious and overwhelmed. reflective of jimmy trying to put a hold on his chaos that is life by running away from it

16. Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift- this is how jimmy views himself

17. I Always Wanna Die (Sometimes) by The 1975- this song reflects the comments jimmy makes to lister in his childhood bedroom. you know what i'm talking about

18. Weight of Living, Pt. 1 by Bastille- what's this? another song about jimmy's anxiety and the weight of his fame and chaotic life? wow!

19. Earth To God by COIN- a great song narrating a one-sided dialogue with god. this song makes me think of the scene where he stops inside the church in kent

20. 2011 by 5 Seconds of Summer- this is THE jam-session-in-pierro’s-basement song, i don't make the rules. listen to the lyrics and tell me i'm wrong, i dare you. it's literally a band jamming out reminiscing on the days before fame when life was easier and they could just be innocent and play music for fun

21. Comedown by Luke Hemmings- 🎶it’s been a hell of a week🎶

22. Guys by The 1975- alice said so and i agree

23. Give Yourself A Try by The 1975- this just gives end of the book vibes. i hope jimmy starts to give himself a try after all of this

[spacesully]

I am sure most of you recall my lyric analysis of shakes by Luke Hemmings. Well, the mv just came out and why not do an analysis on it?

To recap, we concluded during my last post that the song was about the struggle of changing. It’s supposed to be bittersweet because there’s always a part of your younger self that’ll remain with you.

We won't be following the order of the MV; instead, I want to prioritize covering the most crucial aspects in the video before addressing the smaller details to effectively piece everything together.

Luke’s younger self: We see glimpses of his younger self throughout the video. How do we know it’s him? The small details, like his reflection and the bracelet he wore in his youth, hold significance. Also, the hairstyle is the same, the blue eyes are the same. So, what is Luke trying to convey with this information? He’s trying to say that no matter how much he’s grown, there’s always going to be a piece of his past self with him.

Colors: Colors play a crucial role in film, serving to convey emotions and symbolize deeper meanings unbeknownst to most viewers. The color blue consistently symbolizes feelings of sadness and solitude. Everywhere we look, people around Luke are dressed in blue or blue tones. A sense of sadness constantly haunted him. In one scene, he's in an elevator with a group of people all dressed in the same color. This could imply that he is unable to escape from this sadness. On the other hand, there is also a noticeable presence of green and aquamarine. The color green is often associated with feelings of envy. This could symbolize Luke's desire to mature and progress. He envies what he can’t have in that particular moment. We typically see the green in the city lights. The hue of aquamarine is often associated with a blend of melancholy and jealousy, yet it can also signify optimism. We can observe this aquamarine through the filter. Occasionally, we observe splashes of yellow in both the lights and the illumination itself. This could symbolize his struggle between joy and sorrow.

People walking backwards. Car driving backwards: In the video, we observe people walking in reverse and everything else appearing to move in reverse as well. It symbolizes that Luke’s past is inescapable—regardless of his determination to change, he consistently reverts to his old patterns, unable to break free. Why is he the only one that’s “normal” in the crowd? I think it's because he feels like he doesn't belong. He perceives everyone else as "normal" and evolving, while he remains stuck in the past—not growing like everyone else is.

[Part one]

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

(TW) Homophobia Masterlist

Before It's All Too Much. (ao3) - alxclightwood Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton G, 3k

Summary: "Luke, what's wrong?" he heard, getting quieter as the room began to spin and darkness clouded his vision, his body finally allowing him to succumb to the relief of unconsciousness.

________________________

AKA Luke likes to be dramatic when he's ill.

“You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

'Do You Believe in Miracles?' (ao3) - The_Lady Michael/Luke E, 83k

Summary: Michael Clifford gets things done. When he wants something, he goes after it until he achieves it. With two Frozen Four championships under his belt and a hockey scholarship to one of the best schools in the country, Michael is not used to being beat, but if hockey has taught him anything, it's how to recognize when he's about to get slammed and his public speaking class? That is barring down on him like two-hundred-pound defensemen during a breakaway,, so he may need to swallow his pride.

An opportunity of a lifetime dangles in front of Luke Hemmings – the role of Jack O'Callahan in limited series about hockey's 'Miracle on Ice' – the only problem is that Luke may have exaggerated his own hockey prowess in his initial audition. Now with a callback on the books, he needs to learn to skate and learn fast.

Florecita (ao3) - merlypops Michael/Ashton E, 14k

Summary: Ashton and Michael's love is like the sea - rough at times and calm at others, but always there. Always.

Honeysuckle - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) Luke/Ashton, Ashton/OFC E, 28k

Summary: Ashton realizes fairly soon into touring that remembering names isn’t worth his time.

or, it's the 1970s, Ashton is a homophobic lead singer and Luke is the new gay roadie on tour with his band.

I'll Meet You in the Bathroom (ao3) - 1loulu5 Luke/Calum E, 1k

Summary: “Are you…” he swallowed, Blondie’s eyes watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, “Are you flirting with me?”

A smirk played at the blond’s lips, “And what if I am?”

“Then I’d tell you I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”

~~~

Calum and a certain blond have some fun in the bathroom.

(love is like) a baseball game (ao3) - no_clue_who Luke/Ashton M, 10k

Summary: Luke had always loved spring training.

When he was a kid, his parents and brothers would take spring break to go down and watch the first, unofficial, games of the season. He got to meet so many excellent players in his time, star-struck by the short-stops that would wave at him or the catchers who would show off their gloves to the crowd. Luke loved spring training and the fun that came with it.

He especially loved it when he was not even twenty and called up to try out for the Phillies team to get a spot in their rotation, no one thought he would get it, not even him. But only a few months later he had made it to the show after a few too many injuries wore them thin. And the rest is, well, history.

This season was different, new, and exciting. The Mets were coming off of an amazing postseason and an even better off-season. Luke had signed a big deal to stay in the orange and blue for another seven years.

love me like you did (i'll give you anything) (ao3) - retromalum Luke/Ashton T, 1k

Summary: Love is stronger than all evil in the world, and they realize that even if cruel mankind rips them apart eventually, they will find each other again. they will go down together, no matter what.

Someone New (ao3) - Honeyedlashton Luke/Ashton E, 4k

Summary: It’s supposed to be the most rigorous Preparatory School in the Northeast, so why does Ashton get away with practically everything? Well, except for the one thing he doesn’t want anyone to know about. As a boy who dreads the summers when he has to go home, he takes solace in his friends and a new kid, Luke. But the decisions made in haste will change his life, but does it have to mean forever?

Subject Line - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) Calum/Ashton E, 20k

Summary: Maybe the sunrise doesn’t matter much after all. Calum can watch the sunrise any day. How many days will he get Ashton like this? Shirtless, sporting bedhead in a hotel room, with just the two of them for a few lazy hours alone?

Soon enough, they’ll be back on the tour bus and Calum won’t be allowed to hold Ashton’s hand anymore.

The Worst Things in Life Come Free to Us (ao3) - mukeftlashton Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton E, 54k

Summary: On the outside, Michael looks like a bitter rebel who doesn’t care about the feelings of others. In reality, he’s a kid who had his heart shattered, and he needs help picking up the pieces.

Luke is a fragile teen who lives with his abusive, alcoholic, homophobic father. He has resorted to not speaking, deciding that it isn’t worth his time; no one cares about what he has to say anyways.

Piece by piece, they help each other rebuild the fragments of their shattered hearts, but it doesn’t happen overnight.

this is everything i didn't say - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton T, 6k

Summary: Luke's home life has never been great, with an abusive and homophobic father. Calum is the only good consistent thing in his life, with Calum being Luke's best friend. One day, Calum suggests that Luke meets some new people to hang out with. Luke is hesitant, but then he meets a red head named Michael Clifford, and everything changes.

Unexpected Places (ao3) - The_Lady Michael/Luke T, 2k

Summary: The last thing Michael expects to find when heading home from his morning shift at the bakery is a slumped over Luke Hemmings sporting a black eye and split lip. Yet, there Michael’s school-hood rival is, clear as day, sitting on the concrete and leaning against the alley wall. Well, there goes pizza and DnD.

unmute (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) Luke/Ashton, Luke/OC, Michael/Crystal M, 21k

Summary: In 2011, Luke Hemmings met Ashton Irwin for the first time. In 2020, he told the world they’re married. This is the story of everything that happened in between.

The Off-Screen prequel

wanna share? - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) Calum/Ashton, Michael/Luke T, 10k

Summary: Ashton supposes this is what he gets, though, for allowing the school to drop a random roommate in with him but he still expected to see the guy at least a little during the day

or, the one where Calum and Ashton are college roommates who only see each other at night.

Wordsmith (ao3) - ashtonhours (heartandmindxx) Luke/Ashton T, 4k

Summary: Or: 5 times Ashton’s mouth got them into trouble, and only 4 times he could talk them out of it.

[merrock]

Would you guys like to see Luke hemmings, will poulter or aaron taylor johnson?

Hey there, anon!

I would definitely say Will or Aaron! (We try to steer everyone towards actors when it comes to face claims -- another role for them to play!) But if you made me choose between the two, I know that everyone has been amazed by Will Poulter's glow-up, just sayin'!

Either one would be welcome here, so if you have muse for one over the other, don't let anything stop you, come join us! xx

[lynburnlegagy123]

I feel like, for me at least, the hardest part of writing is getting the balance of tones right. Like, dialogue is hard, and writing action is hard because it often gets into a pattern of "this then this then this then this and bam! This then this then this" but tone is the kicker.

While I do write original fiction as well as fanfiction, I am going to use an example from my fanfiction here because original fiction I write goes under my actual name and under no circumstances do I want people to be able to connect this blog and off-Tumblr-me. I've reblogged piracy instructions, as well as saying some personal stuff that I was only ok with saying to strangers because no names were involved or could be applied. Also using fanfiction because this is the fandom website, and because it means you already know the characterisation the POV character is supposed to have.

Anyway, the most current opening to my Star Wars fanfic "Until the Emperor Comes" goes like this:

"Unless some very specific things were done to prevent it, blood stains stuck. They faded over time, bleached out of cloth or walls with enough wear under the suns, but they stuck around first. Stayed in place for long enough that their spots could be seen long after they were gone. The explosion of the Death Star hung in space in front of Luke, a glowing green blood splatter staining a pane of glass between him and the galaxy. It had faded a bit, along with the adrenaline, and he could see through them both, but the awards ceremony was bathed in green.

Han’s clothes didn’t fit right on his body, in a way that felt different to how normal hand-me-downs didn’t fit right, or how the Stormtrooper clothes hadn’t fit right. Second hand clothes were a bit too big because they were being stretched over as many people as they could fit. The clothes were wearable, and he needed to wear something, so if it wasn’t perfect he could turn up the hems. The Stormtrooper uniform was stolen, and he’d done it on purpose. It wasn’t his, and it didn’t have to fit, it just had to fool a glance and stop him being shot. But Han had lent Luke his clothes so he could go get a medal for firing a shot, and the ways it didn’t fit made ‘kid’ feel like a much more accurate descriptor. Like he was acting the part of a hero to the revolution, and he couldn’t explain how he wasn’t in a way even he could understand.

Luke’s father’s lightsaber was a novel weight at his hip, and he’d probably never really know how to use it now.

There were more people in the ceremony hall than Luke thought he’d ever seen all standing still in his entire life. Like cut-outs of people, not quite real or distinct. A shallow canyon made of neat, staring flesh.

They were there because there had been such a thing as the Death Star, and it had been used to destroy a world, and it could have been used to kill them, and now it was shards of debris and would never hurt anyone again. And some holidays had pantomimes, where the local kids would dress up in costumes and act out some larger-than-life role, so that the role was filled and everyone got to get whatever they were going to get out of the story. This was like that. Luke was playing The Hero, he was wearing a costume, and he was going to play his part until it was done, so that the story of the Death Star could be without loose ends.

He set his shoulders, blinked the green from his eyes, and shot Han a grin."

And I quite like most of that. I like the way the writing flows, I like my metaphors and similes, I like the way I wove Tatooine stuff into Luke's viewpoint in both obvious and subtle ways. Certainly, there are flaws there, but there always are and a bit of polishing would minimise a lot of them. But the tone's wrong.

It's an AU that gradually diverges from canon, and in that scene the point of divergence has already happened, but the consequences of it haven't hit yet. So this version of the medal ceremony has to be consistent with the one at the end of A New Hope. And it isn't, really. But more than that, I want to kinda slowly lead into Luke having some Emotions about everything that had happened over the preceding few days, where you can see he will from the start, but there's enough of a gradual slide into that that it doesn't just feel like "ah, this fic is an angsty fic, at all times and unceasingly", because it really isn't supposed to be.

And this just feels like he's already having said Emotions, just barely pushing them aside for the sake of the ceremony, which doesn't match the canon scene's grins or the tone I'm going for at this point of the story. Meanwhile in some previous drafts Luke seems totally fine even when the audience is looking straight into his head right up until I give him a full-on panic attack, which doesn't feel true-to-life, is quite whiplashy, and made the transition into the next scene so difficult to work out that I abandoned the story for weeks and only came back to write the start all over again.

I want to start out with a happy, hopeful scene that has some shadows in it that start to grow over the scenes after it, until eventually I can explore some stuff and it feels natural. But getting the tones of "this is a positive scene" and "a whole lot of bad stuff happened recently, and Luke's going to have to deal with that in a bit" to balance properly is really, really hard. And it's like that in everything I write, this is just the thing I've been working on most recently and where my frustration about it spurred me to write this post.

[lukescheekglitter]

Long-term Kik role play!

This is gonna be a long post!

Hiya! My name is Lou, and I’m interested in finding some new Kik role play partners! Just because my current partners aren’t as active as I’d like, or just I want something fresh and new to play with. So I’m gonna give you some key information&points on what would help you in deciding if you’d like to role-play with me or not!

Facts:

- My name is Alysha (Hello!)

- I’m 17!

- My fave/sunshine is Ashton!

- My characters expiriences are not my expiriences, my muse will never be based off myself, I don’t live through my characters. If my character has been raped/abused/had a bad experience, it’s all made up.

Rules:

- No ddlg! (Daddy Dom, Little Girl)

Calling the male “daddy” in a non-sexual setting is ok, bottles,binkies,diapers,talking/acting like a baby isn’t tolerable for me (sorry!)

- No pet play!

Tail plugs, Clip on ears, Clip on tails, and collars, calling the s/o “kitty” “bunny” “doe” or even “baby bear” or “puppy” in a public/private/sexual setting is perfectly ok! No fur suits! And Eating/drinking out of a bowl, going to “kitten/bunny space” is not!

-No scat/water sport kinks, PERIOD!

- No killing off main characters without discussing it with me first!

- No domestic abuse!

In instances, pushing is acceptable, such as, if muse A goes out to a bar and gets drunk with his/her friends, and comes home with hickeys on their neck and muse b has a meltdown over it and shoves muse a out of the way, that’s ok.

- No body shaming!

Your muse should NEVER tell mine to loose weight/work out, encouraging healthy decisions is ok, but saying things like “should you be eating that?” Or “babe you’ve eaten so much today!” Or “Wow, you look so skinny in this picture!” This will NOT be tolerated.

-No super short replies! Make it at least 5-10 lines please, but half-a full page or even hitting character limit is greatly appriciated!

-No leaving me on r/ not being active for days/more then 30 minutes at a time.

Being busy is ok! If your going to school/work/doing things/going to bed/taking a nap, just tell me! If your going on vacation and won’t have service or are going to a sleepover and your replies will be slow, just say “Hey! I’m doing something right now/am super busy, I’ll be active again in 1 hour/tomorrow/next week”, or “I’m going to bed I’ll reply in the morning/when I wake up!” It’s not that hard! And it makes things easier for me, as I’m not left hanging (:

Please do:

- Encorperate your kinks! Kinks that are attractive/acceptable to me include but are not limited to:

Daddy kink (love this one!)

Kitten/Bunny kink (specifically tails&ears&collars&pet names)

Light BDSM (Spanking, Light choking, grabbing of the face, rough sex, light over stimulation)

Dirty talk! (Your my little slut/whore/toy/fuck doll/cum whore/cum slut)

Cock-warming (for when characters want to be extra close during cuddles (;)

Public sex! (Obviously not when people are watching, but sex on an empty beach, or fucking in the bathroom at a club/party is ok!)

These aren’t the only kinks I’ll do! Any others just talk to me about and I’ll be open minded about it!

-Detailed thoughts/feelings!

Don’t just say “I smiled” say things like “I smiled, my perfectly white teeth in view the way you loved, my mood brightened by your compliment.” It makes everything more fun! I’m a slut for detail (;

- Tell me if you don’t like the way my charicter is acting/being played, or portrayed, and I will fix it to the exact way you want the character to be, I thrive on constructive critisism.

Most of my role-play partners find it offensive when I tell them for instance their character isn’t romantic/loving enough, please don’t be! I try to put it to you as gentle as I can, and if I’ve see your best, and your giving me half effort, I’m only trying to make sure everything is ok!

- Talk to me! Message me about how much you love the boys/ your sunshine! I’d love to be your friend and not just your role-play partner!

- Add as much detail as you want!

My reply’s length mirrors yours! So if you send me half a page, I’ll send half a page back, if you send me 2 messages that both hit character limit- I’ll do the same.

- Be as dramatic as you want!

If you want to say “my teardrops were falling like rain drops on a car window in a thunderstorm” then please reply like that! I love dramatic styles of writing, it’s so fun!

- Use I/you pronouns

I’m ok with “I looked at her with that dark, hungry look in my eye.”, but I would prefer it to be “I looked at you with that dark, hungry look in my eye.”

- Play in first person!

First person is the only role play style I do.

- Build your muse a back story!

I really, really, really love back story’s. Really detailed ones to be exact. Your muse talking to mine about their life before them is so interesting to me.

- This is gonna sound pretty brutal, but if your muse was sexually/physically/emotionally/mentally abused by a parent/relative/ex bf or gf and is opening up to my muse about it feel free to explain it in detail, I love hearing it, and having my muse be helpful and sympathetic about it.

- Use pictures/gifs if you want! You can use this for;

Face claims

Smut scenes

Outfits

Bedrooms

Houses

Pets

Anything really!

No no’s:

- Your character being a horrible person, this includes

Being a former rapist.

Being a bully.

Being abusive.

Being a serial killer.

Being a hit-man.

Triggers:

- I’m lucky enough to not have any! I love brutal gory stuff, (I’m going to be majoring in psychology in college, so making another mind is really interesting to me)

- Acceptable plot twists/tragedies to me include:

Car accidents

Cancer (I’ll do it, but I’ll most likely time skip as I have had family members with cancer and it’s quite sad to see someone die slowly and painfully/go through something so tragic)

Rape (not your muse to mine but a random person raping my muse is ok)

Hurricanes, tornados, Wild fires, House fires.

School shootings (these are hard for me to deal with as it’s my biggest fear, but I can do it if I keep reminding myself that this is only role play)

Terrorist attacks (same as school shootings)

Mental illness (bipolar disorder, schitzophranic disorder, manic episodes, any other mental illness)

House break ins/ robberies

Being held captive

Plane crashes

Child deaths (this one is really hard, but provides a lot of character growth)

Pet deaths (same as child deaths)

Marijuana use

Cigarettes

Drug abuse

Alcohol abuse/alcoholism

If you aren’t interested/are triggered by any of these things let me know! I will steer clear of them, I promise!

My plot interests

- Cliche plots! This includes;

High-school AU’s

Collage AU’s

Gang AU’s

- Age gaps!

I’m okay with 3-5 years difference, but the older has to be the dominate, and the younger or older can’t be younger then 18.

Age differences more then 5 years won’t be tolerated.

- bxb (; my ships are:

Cashton

Lashton

Cake

If I’m playing Cashton, ashton would be the dominate, same for Lashton, for Cake, Calum would be the dominate.

- For bxb my muse will always be gay and very very fem.

- I’m open to any plot ideas you have!

Post continued here!

[redrattlers]

happy birthday @httpsgfg 💜

[ocean-eyes-luke]

Looking for permanent RP Partner.

I have expanded my horizon a bit, at least when it comes to love interests. I've only done 5SOS and 1D role plays for years, now I'm in the mood for something completely new. I think Colby Brock from Sam & Colby is pretty cute, or River Rees from the paranormal investigation team Twin Paranormal.

I'm still writing about 5SOS of course, but I'm happy to play someone else for you. My only stipulation is that I know that someone you would want played. That would only be fair. In the last rp I played Machine Gun Kelly for a gal. So I write whatever or whoever you are interested in. Only experienced writers please - and no one who has extremely picky requests, my head doesn't want to be constantly burdened. In the sense of "I'll think of something that might happen." Both of us have a head on their shoulders, means - work with me, don’t let me be the only one who thinks about plots. Just so, it would be cool if you didn't necessarily demand 100 lines of paragraphs. I'm not asking you to do that either. What we play and don't play, we should talk about that. I write a lot of things, but I also have my limits. I like smut and romance, but i.e no fantasy and so on. So, let's talk about it. I text ONLY on Telegram. Interested? Dm me. 📲

[undercovereiram]

You can reblog, like if you use my avatars please :) Dont forget to credit me : Undercover <3

[alicelovegood]

I'm so bored! Looking to rp again! I rp on instgram since I'm on it the most! Plus it's easier for me because Tumblr been super weird lately and I haven't been getting any mgs.I will give you my Instagram once you mgs me on here or like this! I rp 5sos doubles. I'm 18 so I'm looking for 18+ I have rules but we can talk about those in private. I rp in third person and I do have a face Claim! I'm open to most plots!

[dancinginadaydream]

Long shot af.

I do twitter RPing cause I really enjoy writing. I have an OC that means the world to me. His name is Charlie and he’s a musician. He’s the son of another one of my OCs (Lucy). I wanna get them really, really going again so I’m looking to see if anyone would be interested?

I’m looking for:

Charlie’s bandmates (must be okay with using 5SOS as the facecasts as Charlie’s FC is Luke Hemmings)

A partner for Lucy

And/or

Some friends for them.

It’s loosely connected to the Les Mis fandom but you don’t need to understand much of Les Mis for it!

Hmu if you’re interested! You can DM me here or find me on @shutupchariie on twitter!!

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Drummer!Ashton Masterlist

A Ticket to Another World (ao3) - lovealways1990 luke/ashton M, 29k

Summary: When a car crash erases Luke's memories, he wakes up in the year 2014. Only problem..his last memory - testing a new drummer for the band's first gig - is from 2011. Now, he's forced to rely on second-hand accounts and flashbacks to retrieve his memories. Not to mention the new drummer Ashton is making everything incredibly unsettling.

Comment, Like, Subscribe My Heart (ao3) - thesoulsailor michael/luke N/R, 54k

Summary: Youtube!AU in which Luke is a non-binary beauty guru, Michael is the lead singer of Ashton's cover band and Calum thinks gender roles are overrated anyways.

different? no thanks! (ao3) - orphan_account G, 923

Summary: When the band first offered me the drummer position, Ashton thinks, they should've told me it came with the 'caretaker of band/dad of band' role too.

Everything comes back to you... (ao3) - milecgv G, 11k

Summary: “So Cal, I think Ashton might have mentioned something about a gift? From us, to you?” He couldn’t keep his smile at bay while he talked and Calum really didn’t like where this was going.

“Yeah, he might have said something of the sorts…”

“Well, I think I found the perfect gift for you Cal.” He said, giving a small tug on the person’s sleeve and sending him a smile that Calum could only describe as encouraging.

As if in slow motion, Calum watched the man take a deep breath, turning around and punching all the air out of the brunette’s own lungs.

There, in the flesh, dressed in a black suit and tie, same sparkling cerulean eyes and beard instead of exposed tender skin, seventeen years older than the last time he’d seen him, was Luke fucking Hemmings.

i can dance to anything you wanna sing (ao3) - 5_es_oh_es (YouMakeMyHeartCry) michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 9k

Summary: "I think I swallowed a fly." He lied, working up the courage to look over again and yup, it was still there. It was a big sign, but simple, unlike most. Plain white card with two short words written in bold purple letters:

Blow job?

Or,

Calum is a bit of a big deal and Michael is a bit of a big dork and Ashton is a fantastic drummer and Luke is kind of just there (as always) and somehow they work.

If You Should Lose Your Way, I'll Be Right There If You Call Out My Name (ao3) - senioritastyles michael/calum, luke/ashton G, 2k

Summary: Michael may or may not be slightly drunk right now and he also may or may not be standing in a thirty-plus person line to buy a three dollar helium balloon at this music festival. It's some hipster California Coachella wannabe thing that Luke dragged him to because his "totally heart eyes dreamboat" boy-toy Ashton is the drummer of some underground indie band that's playing on the smallest stage possible.

Or: Michael spots Calum at a festival and is a little nervous to directly approach him so he finds another way to do it.

I’m Just The Drummer (ao3) - xdistorted_cliffordx luke/ashton T, 60k

Summary: Nobody ever gives a shit about the drummer.

Love Like This (ao3) - moonzafi michael/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Being the only female in a all male band is hard, but being the drummer in said band, is even harder.

But Ashley wouldn't change it for the world.

My Cobain Shirt (ao3) - unconditionalcalum michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 14k

Summary: the one where the shy boy with the bright hair (Michael) has a hopeless crush on the popular soccer-player-with-a-scholarship (Calum).

Sausage Roll (ao3) - cxmp michael/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Michael Clifford is the hottest and gayest delivery boy on Just Eat's payroll. Really, someone should have warned Ashton.

taking the long way home (ao3) - softirwin luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 5k

Summary: “May we have your attention for flight BA8227,” the tinny voice of the announcement says, and Ashton’s stomach sinks. They never announce anything he wants to hear; there’s never any we’ve upgraded hardworking and broke session drummer Ashton Irwin to first class, he’s also been given unlimited air miles and a refund on his overpriced tuna melt. “We are sorry to announce that this flight is delayed by approximately seven hours. This is due to unforeseen adverse weather conditions. I repeat-”

-

aka their flight is delayed au

The Rhythm Was All I Needed To Hear (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton E, 13k

Summary: "Ashton Irwin was a problem. To say him and Calum didn't get along was an understatement. Calum would grumble and grow sour every time he saw Ashton or whenever his name was mentioned. He couldn’t stand the guy."

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Calum is on a summer program in a highly respected music school and he's over the moon. He's not over the moon he met Ashton in the process.

Trouble Is I Can't Find A Way (You're Part of Me) (ao3) - sunsetmagnolia luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 24k

Summary: Ashton didn’t know what to make of the thought that Luke was here. In his city. After all the effort he’d put into making sure they were a whole country away from each other for so many years.

[misadventuresmgc]

made a new group chat for rp!

[kingrose20-blog]

Rp anyone ?

Bored, anyone wanna role play ?