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[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Muke Smut Masterlist

30,000 Feet in the Air (ao3) - antisocialhood E, 3k

Summary: Luke teases and Michael strikes back.

Baby, Show Me What It’s Like (ao3) - FayeHunter E, 5k

Summary: Luke shouldn’t be trusted at parties. Luckily, he has Michael

Can’t Blame a Boy for Trying (ao3) - orphan_account M, 2k

Summary: “I’m great at driving. You just have to be good at riding.” Or the one where Michael practically makes Luke his bitch. (superdom!michael and wimp!luke)

Don’t need candles and cake, just need your body (ao3) - antisocialhood E, 5k

Summary: It’s Luke’s birthday and Michael just wants to make him smile, just wants to see Luke squirming under him with needy gasps and tiny sounds, just wants to stop playing around his feelings.

Eat Me (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt M, 14k

Summary: “Michael’s bottle green eyes are absolutely shining and Luke has to take a second to appreciate the beauty before him. Luke convinces himself it’s not weird to think things like that because it’s so obviously a fact. Michael is a beautiful boy, the prettiest Luke’s ever seen, and it makes Luke’s heart pound to think that he’s his best friend. How did he get so lucky?”

Michael is upset that none of his bandmates want to take him to a deserted island and eat him so Luke makes him feel better. In doing so, he discovers the feelings he has for his best friend are a little stronger than he ever intended.

Eyeliner (ao3) - Nerd_Cake E, 1k

Summary: Luke wears eyeliner during the show and once their backstage after and he takes off that ridiculous wig Michael's feeling even hotter seeing the gorgeous, sweaty boy in black eyeliner.

Grind On Me (ao3) - flowercrownmikey T, 3k

Summary: Hotel Room Smut where Muke discover themselves.

Hearts Pounding (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt M, 7k

Summary: “Michael realizes he’s blatantly staring at his friend’s mouth so he finally tears his gaze away and returns it to Luke’s eyes. When they meet, Luke is staring right back at him and something in Michael’s stomach tightens and flips. He clenches his jaw, smart enough to know that that’s not a normal feeling to get for your best friend. That’s the feeling he got in high school when a girl he liked actually felt the same and kissed him after school one day.

It’s not a feeling he should have about his best friend.”

Luke feels sad in the middle of the night so he goes to Michael for comfort and decides to finally take a chance.

I Wanna Get Off, With You. (ao3) - notexactlylegal N/R, 1k

Summary: The two of them are watching a movie. Michael wants attention. Luke is actually enjoying the movie. Michael has a plan on how to get his attention.

jealous (ao3) - Shutuplashton N/R, 2k

Summary: In which Luke is jealous of Michael and wants him all to himself.

Jumping before the Gunshot has Gone Off (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine E, 128k

Summary: (In which Michael’s hated Luke since they met, and Luke’s hated him back—except, somehow, they can’t stop having sex with one another. To make matters worse, Luke is dumb enough to go and fall in love with the man who hates him.)

Nothing Personal (ao3) - thieves M, 28k

Summary: Luke's the new kid who doesn't want any trouble, and Michael is edgy and generally hates everyone. Yes, he hates Luke, too.

Or, a High School AU in which Luke gets assigned to be Michael's tutor.

ready like i am ready (ao3) - hemmingshoodie M, 3k

Summary: michael returns luke a favour.

something of you (ao3) - theonlyreason M, 5k

Summary: Out of all the three, Luke had always considered Michael the closest to him. He never felt uncomfortable about the way Michael flicks his ear randomly, pushes him a bit too hard in interviews, headlocks him on their way to the stage where most of the time, he could swear he felt a muscle tear, stuff like that. It was a playful manner. Luke had always seen that in Michael, and for some ironic reason, he felt safe with it. But things start to get weird after Luke had the most erotic dream involving Michael, and he enjoyed it himself.

stay quiet (ao3) - babyboylukey 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.

this night's almost over (ao3) - loafers E, 19k

Summary: london 2012, luke takes up residence in michael's bed. it gets complicated.

[bubmyg]

rip to navylukes and shutuplashton, gone but never forgotten 😔✊🏼

we’ve lost a few good men along the way 🥴

[featuringluke]

michael would come home with his new freshly-cut, dyed blue hair without telling you beforehand that he was changing it up, so a laugh easily escaped from his mouth the second he walked through the front door and immediately saw your jaw drop to the floor. “you like it?” michael asked with a smirk playing across his lips as you walked up to him and desperately pressed your lips against his in a heated kiss, your hands slowly running through his hair as he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to bring you closer. michael just laughed as you pulled away to get another glimpse of his new hair before the sight of him was causing you to crash your lips against his once again, but judging by the smile you felt against your mouth, you knew that he wasn’t about to complain. 

[calumtrashofficial]

what should i write next

i have a few options of things that i want to write next and i can’t decide (bc im trash) so i’m going to let you guys decide

Not-So-Single Parent Part 2 - Part 1 here!

Labyrinth of Stone Part 2 - Part 1 here!

“There was never a choice” Part 2 - Part 1 here!

Vote here

[shadowhunter-stilinski]

Luke in Celeste’s instagram pic

[thedreamvevo]

IDK IF ANYONE NEEDS ANY IDEAS FOR FAMOUS!Y/N (which *cough cough* is tonight at 7 p.m. est) BLURB NIGHT BUT OMG SOMEONE PLZ DO THESE:

“before the storm” by miley cyrus & the jonas brother PLZ PLZ PLZ IDC WHICH BOY I JSUT ... I’M EMPTIONAL JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS

calling in like luke did with bea miller !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like idc if it’s the same scenario (you’re his celebrity crush or he’s yours), whether you know each other, are friends, dating, WHATEVER just..g .. . .plz . . .  plz plz plz (idc which boy i JUST NEED THIS)

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Short Muke Fics Masterlist

30,000 Feet in the Air (ao3) - antisocialhood E, 3k

Summary: Luke teases and Michael strikes back.

Before It’s All Too Much. (ao3) - alxclightwood 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.

Beg (ao3) - FayeHunter E, 3k

Summary: The first thing Michael hears when he opens the hotel door is a broken off desperate moan.

Or Michael and his boyfriend have a little fun

Can’t Blame a Boy for Trying (ao3) - orphan_account M, 2k

Summary: “I’m great at driving. You just have to be good at riding.” Or the one where Michael practically makes Luke his bitch. (superdom!michael and wimp!luke)

Cherry Bomb (ao3) - littleficlets (addictedkitten) E, 1k

Summary: Cisgirls!Luke and Michael, the first time Luke eats Michael out backstage after a show.

Demesne (ao3) - merlypops E, 3k

Summary: ‘Michael remembers wondering vaguely when the tables had turned so much because he was pretty sure this had all stemmed from him being jealous but now Luke was riding Michael like there was no tomorrow and Michael remembers Luke sucking at his neck and feeling like he was going to die.’

Luke is teasing Michael during a show and Michael tries to show Luke who’s calling the shots, except it doesn’t exactly turn out that way.

do you remember? (ao3) - lovesickcalum N/R, 1k

Summary: remembering a relationship can either make you feel on top of the world or like all its weight is on your shoulders. it happens to be the latter for michael.

Eyeliner (ao3) - Nerd_Cake E, 1k

Summary: Luke wears eyeliner during the show and once their backstage after and he takes off that ridiculous wig Michael’s feeling even hotter seeing the gorgeous, sweaty boy in black eyeliner.

Grind On Me (ao3) - flowercrownmikey T, 3k

Summary: Hotel Room Smut where Muke discover themselves.

here’s to teenage memories (ao3) - allgoodinthehood T, 814

Summary: Luke and Michael hate each other, Michael doesn’t care about the rules, how he looks, or what others think and Luke might care about all those things a bit too much, but in the end neither of them cares.

hug it out (ao3) - cyclogenesis (addictedkitten) E, 1k

Summary: Michael and Luke hate each other, so Calum locks them in a closet until they resolve their issues. At least that’s the theory.

Jealous (ao3) - dracomalfloy E, 3k

Summary: Luke usually isn’t the jealous one in the relationship. Usually.

jealous (ao3) - Shutuplashton N/R, 2k

Summary: In which Luke is jealous of Michael and wants him all to himself.

kitten (ao3) - orphan_account N/R, 1k

Summary: michael has been flirting with his new friend calum, and luke has to show him whose kitten he really is

no regrets (ao3) - loafers E, 4k

Summary: just love

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michael/luke first time porn

Not that Bad of a Guy (ao3) - orphan_account E, 1k

Summary: Luke and Michael hate each other. Have for a year, but after a little encounter that might all change

ready like i am ready (ao3) - hemmingshoodie M, 3k

Summary: michael returns luke a favour.

she wears short skirts (ao3) - loafers michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: Probably is a bit of a joke, getting off with your unofficial arch nemesis.

Target Workers (ao3) - Muke_Niam michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: They all work at Target. Michael is a new worker who really likes Luke and goes to his new friend and co-worker for advice. Luke is another worker who likes Michael.

you got me (ao3) - welcometobadlands G, 3k

Summary: Luke didn’t plan to be in an animal shelter the next day. But, whether with Ashton’s advice from last night in mind or otherwise, he ended up wandering into one after work the next day, regardless.

or AU where Luke is lonely, Ashton sucks, Calum works in an animal shelter and Michael is a hot mess when he meets Luke

[bubmyg]

HI BB!!! i've been looking for your masterlist but it keeps taking me to a blog called ' shutuplashtons ' :( ? x

hi lovely!! that's my old URL before this one!! my masterlist should be over at navylukes.tumblr.com/5sosmasterlist :-)

[lukesaintlaurent]

Stars

You had always thought that love was futile. You had always said that the idea of soul mates was a myth. You had always believed that people were lying when they claimed that they “saw stars” in their lovers eyes. You had always been a stubborn person, and it was hard to get you to admit you were wrong, but that was before you met the lanky blonde boy outside a stuffy bar that both of you had had enough of. Actually, scratch that – It took time for you to realize that you were succumbing to the ideas and thoughts that you once believed were petty and made up. It had happened over time, but the true epiphany had come after a perfect night with Luke, but it hasn’t started that way.

“Luke, what the hell?!” you yelled, your words dripping with rage. It had been a bad day for the both of you - with you having a full day of classes and Luke suffering from writers block at the studio, you were both on the edge of a breakdown.

“I didn’t mean to ruin the laundry load! I’m so tired and frustrated, and forgive me just this once if I turned your shirt red because I wasn’t quite paying attention!” Luke retorted, throwing his hands in the air.

“It was my favorite shirt,” you whimpered, trying to find anything to fight back with. Luke had been sitting on the couch with has face in his hands, but as soon as he saw you leaning against the wall with tears slipping down your cheeks, he stood up and walked over to you. His face softened as he wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to make you cry sweetheart.” You just nodded and wrapped you arms around his waist, burying your face in is chest. You stood there for a few minutes, and then looked up at Luke. He smiled down and kissed your forehead, then suddenly his face brightened.

“What?” you asked, perplexed.

“I have an idea. We both had such bad days, let’s just get away for tonight. I have a great idea.” He quickly grabbed his shoes and car keys and told you to follow.

“But Luke, I’m still in my pajamas!” you whined.

“It doesn’t matter, just come on!” he urged in an inpatient tone. You groaned and slipped on some flip flops and followed him out to the car. You hadn’t realized how late it had gotten, so you were a little shocked when you walked out and it was pitch black. You got into the passenger seat and buckled in.

“Where are we going?” you questioned.

“Shh, just be patient, love. You’ll love it, I know it.” he claimed. You rolled your eyes but played along. He turned up the radio and sang along softly. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, smiling. Luke reached over the console and held your hand, squeezing it. These little things were the ones you loved most. This was the first realization that maybe your beliefs that love was fake were wrong.

After a little bit, you guys pulled into a tiny parking lot to what seemed to be an abandoned park. Luke ducked out of the car and came over to your side to help you out. You took his extended hand and stepped out, following him as he pulled you towards the park. After you had reached a good spot in Luke’s eyes, he sat and tugged you down. You laid down on the grass curling up next to him. He put one hand behind his head, while pointing to the sky with the other. You looked up and gasped - millions of beautiful stars painted the sky. With every movement of you eyes, you found a new patch of stars waiting to be discovered. You looked over at Luke who was smiling at the sky.

“This is amazing. You’re amazing. How did you find this?” you mused. He glanced over at you and grabbed your hand.

“Ash and I found it when we were exploring on tour once.” I’ve never shown anyone else this spot, but I figured you were special enough.“ with that he grinned at you. He looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes. “I just kind of realized how much I’m in love with you,” he said slowly. “Like, last time I came over here I didn’t care about anything besides the stars, but now that I’m here with you I couldn’t care less about them. People always look at the most beautiful thing around them, right?” You were speechless. This was the final epiphany that you were totally wrong. Love does exist, you were positive. What else could this exploding feeling that felt like extreme excitement but also comforting contentment mean?

“Yeah, I was just thinking that too,” you said. “I never really truly believed in love until this very minute.” you confessed. You both stared at each other, and right then, you both knew what each other was thinking. This wasn enough. This was enough for both of you. You were enough for both of you. You huddled closer to Luke and wrapped you arms around him tight, and he did the same.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much. All of your perfections and imperfections and quirks and bad habits, I love you.” Luke whispered.

“I love you so much too. Even when you ruin my clothing.” You smiled as Luke pretended to feigned hurt. “Just kidding, I love literally everything about you, and that’s all I can say because that covers everything.” You both smiled and held each other closer.

You were right about one thing though. You didn’t see stars in Luke eyes. Oh no, you saw so much more. You saw a world, your entire world, right in his silvery ocean blue irises.

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helloooo it’s me. so this is a bunch of words that I didn’t really know what to do with so here ya go!! I’m not a huge fan of it but that’s whatever. sorry if this is weird and sorry this isn’t under a read more my laptop broke rip thanks guys love ya let me know what you think!!!

[featuringluke]

The you write a break up album about him and he announces it winning an award sounds amazing please write something for it like that he does and then you guys get back together

Your heart thudded heavily in your chest as you waited for the category you were nominated for to be announced, your knee uncontrollably bouncing up and down as you watched the previous winners shuffle off of the stage.

You weren’t expecting to see your ex-boyfriend walk out next with an envelope in hand, loud screams filling the arena at the sight of 5 Seconds of Summer making their way up to the microphone stand. You felt your heart sink in your chest at the sight of him, his hair messily swept across his forehead and beard unshaven as the first three buttons of his dress shirt were purposely undone.

You were too distracted by Luke to notice that they’d already begun announcing the nominees, the uneasiness of your heart rate soon returning as time seemed to stop around you.

“And the winner for best album of the year is… Y/N!” Luke managed out with a forced smile, the realization of seeing you again for the first time after a year causing a pain to shoot through his chest. 

You grinned at the cameras as you made your way up to the stage, a few tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you tried to accept the reality that you just won a Grammy for the album that you poured your heart and soul into. Luke hid behind his band as they all gave you a hug, but you knew it would be bad press if you purposely avoided your former boyfriend, so soon enough you were wrapping your arms around his neck, causing Luke to stand there in shock before he reciprocated the gesture. 

It wasn’t until the after party that Luke finally had the courage to congratulate you, a bottle of beer in hand as he approached you with a shy smile. “Congrats on the win.”

You spun around to find the boy who broke your heart standing before you, your jaw dropping in surprise as you suddenly felt the urge to throw up. “Um, thank you.”

“I didn’t know that I hurt you like that,” he bluntly admitted, referring to most of the songs off of your platinum-selling album that he knew were about him. “I’m sorry.”

You pursed your lips as you looked down at the ground, your feet in excruciating pain from your black heels before you met the baby blues that you fell in love with. “I’m sorry too.” 

wrapping up famous!y/n blurb night with @thehalcyonclub​​!

[solarune]

not to be fake deep but there are pieces of us both under every city light

[puckerupmikey]

Art Appreciation Night (art student! ashton)

A/N: Hi everyone! Here is the art student! Ashton thing I’ve been promising. I got the idea back when I went to visit Chihuly Garden and Glass in Seattle a few weeks ago. Took a while but I finally finished it! I really really hope you all enjoy it. Pretty fluffy stuff :)

Pairing: Ashton + Y/N Synopsis: Ashton volunteers to help you find inspiration for your Art History term paper. Your friend thinks he’s being more than just nice. You, on the other hand, don’t believe her. So what’s the truth? Words: 2.5k

“What are you going to do your term paper on?”

“I don’t know, ’Livia. We just got the assignment five minutes ago.”

It is very typical of your best friend to think ten steps ahead. That’s who she is. She was making plans for you two to be college roommates all the way back in eighth grade. Now, hanging on your shared apartment refrigerator is her monthly schedule of what to eat and chore delegations. She’s also the type to pre-organize her outfits and set them in the order she’ll be wearing them that week. This paper for art history class is no different. You haven’t even made it out of the lecture hall yet and she’s already asking you what your topic is.

The assignment is to write a ten page paper about an artist or an art piece. But it’s more than just a report. Students are to dig deeper and explain the cultural significance. In your professor’s exact words: “Go beyond research. Tell me how that artist or art piece matters—how it affects the world. Or maybe just you.”

The only problem is, unlike your friend, you have no clue where to begin.

“Do you think the Van Gogh paintings are too overdone? Because I think I still want to write about his work. I mean, we have phone cases and socks and shit of his paintings, so I’d say he’s still influential to today…”

At this point, Olivia is talking to herself. You’re not giving any feedback or listening, and she doesn’t expect you to pay attention either. Her mind is simply processing aloud to the surrounding air. Meanwhile, you focus on gathering your notes and textbook, still digesting the lecture from today.

You had only enrolled in art history as an alternative course, seeing as your first choice was already filled up. Much to your pleasant surprise, you found yourself enjoying it. The art are stunning and the artists fascinating. Sure, some lectures were unnecessarily long. Nor was every chapter a thrilling read. Some students even complained the professor was an old geezer. They said he should have retired ages ago. Despite it all, the art stirred something new inside you. There hasn’t yet been a day when you walked out of class feeling empty. The professor made you think, and you always walked off with curious ponderings. Art History 203 turned out to be the refreshingly different pace you needed.

As you finishing gathering your things, your friend halts her own monologue, suddenly very silent. Then she taps your shoulder and leans in, as if to whisper the most grandiose secret—bigger than the answer to the universe.

“Your mysterious art man is checking you out,” she nudges, biting her lip. “That boy is a fine piece of art. I should write my paper on him instead.”

You know better than to turn around and look. You know exactly who your friend is talking about. But knowing and having self-control are two separate things. Self-control isn’t something you can afford, and you can’t resist a peeking over your shoulder. Sure enough, Ashton is watching you through the wavy brown hair covering his eyes.

Since the first day of class, Olivia has been constantly pointing out the sexy aura coming from the guy two rows behind you. How his wardrobe is his smock, with any and every art medium imaginable splattered on him somewhere.  Paint coats his old t-shirts and murky wet clay on his jeans. He never makes a sound either, except for the light scratches etched in his sketchbook. He always seems too distracted to take notes. Instead he’s more preoccupied putting the images from his head down onto paper. And the way he pushes his glasses up his nose whenever gravity dragged them down is charming to say the least.

You thought Olivia was delusion for saying Ashton has a thing for you. Though, after a few weeks went by, his lingering stares were growing less and less coincidental. It is still difficult to believe regardless, because Ashton and you only studied together once, and talked a few times in passing. To your recollection, you had made an embarrassment of yourself all of those times. Worst of all was knocking over his folder of drawings, to which you spent the following twenty minutes chasing them in the wind. What makes it even more impossible to believe is the simple fact that Ashton is masterfully carved from the earth’s finest marble. You, on the other hand, are an untouched pebble.

“Hey Y/N,” he greets, slowly approaching.

“Ashton,” you smile. He tucks his sketchbook under his arm. It’s then that you notice the charcoal over his hands, under his nails. “Working on something?”

“Project for my portraits class.”

You nod, but a foreign tension invades the space between. Normally Ashton would offer more than that, and tell you about his piece. This time, he’s holding back. When the pause grows uncomfortable, your friend excuses herself with some B.S. lie about needing to do some last minute studying. But she shoots a suggestive look on her way out, more than happy to leave you and Ashton alone. Only then does he say what he’s been trying to get out.

“I don’t know if you already have any ideas for your paper. But if you need a topic, you might find something at the art museum. I work there on the weekends so I could get you in. They have a ton of exhibits. I’ll even show you around.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was a date. You could analyze every word, analyze his every subtle action. Like how he wiped his palms on his jeans, or how he waited until you were alone to ask. And if the pounding in your chest is any indication, this is date you’ve been waiting for. But what if it’s not? What if Ashton is just being polite and helping you with the assignment? Why set yourself up for failure? Why risk the possibility of an awkward no? Surely it’s not appropriate to ask. Maybe it doesn’t even matter now. You have the chance to see him outside of school. Maybe that’s enough.

“I’d love that.”

“This is totally a date.”

“Will you quit saying it’s a date? He never said that.”

“True,” Olivia shrugs. She’s quick to rebuttal though. “But he’s picking you up, front door service. Sounds date-ish to me.”

“Ashton’s just a nice guy. Stop reading into this.”

A knock on the door interrupts before you can say much else in defense. When you open it, Ashton is standing there, looking different than his usual self. He has neatly swept the hair from his face. Rather than his usual holey and raggedy shirts, he’s dressing in a clean olive button up. In place of his Converse are boots. Perhaps most surprising is the absence of glasses, and the bright splash of hazel in his eyes, now that they’re no longer hidden behind dark frames. However, part of you still misses his glasses. A big part. 

“You look really nice,” he offers, taking in the sundress you opted for this evening with gratitude.

“Thank you. You look nice too.”

Perhaps too nice. You’re left wondering if this is how he normally dresses outside of school. Or it could be that the museum required some type of dress code for employees. Museums do tend to be classier. Thanks to Olivia, the tiny voice in your head is also pondering the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he dressed up because he really did intend this to be a date. That thought in itself sends the butterflies flying.

As Ashton heads out, you follow suit, quickly closing the door before your friend can say anything embarrassing. He leads you to his car parked right outside your building. The instant you slip inside, you’re hit with the smell of tea and hints of vanilla. Hanging from the rearview mirror is a small picture doodled in crayon. You can’t quite make out the illustration. Nonetheless, you love the mix of colors and their innocence. For now, you decide to call it abstract. But your curious glances cause Ashton to explain through a nervous laugh.

“My little brother drew that for me when he was five. He’s a much better artist than me.”

“I’d have to argee,” you tease.

Ashton takes his eyes off the road for a short second to see the grin gracing your face before returning a dimpled one.

“Did you start that young too? I mean, did you always want to be an artist?”

“No. I honestly didn’t even plan on it. When I was fourteen, I got caught graffitiing the school. Must have happened at least three times. Then out of nowhere, my brother drew me that picture, and I knew I had to get my shit together. Not just for myself, but for him too. So I had to channel my graffiti some other way. Eventually I figured out art was just the same as what I wanted to do, but legal.”

You don’t know what it is; whether it’s his troubled past, or the fact that he clearly cares immensely about his baby brother. So much so that he felt the pull to be a better role model. Even more than that, he held on to the scribbly little drawing all these years. It could just be this space of vulnerability, and the fact that Ashton decided to let you in. Whatever it is, you feel this pull toward him—toward his hand sitting on the gear shift so still and unknowingly.

Reaching out, you gently lay your hand on top of his. Neither of you are brave enough to look each other in the eye, preferring to stare at the road ahead. If only one of you had the courage, you would have noticed each other’s bashful faces. Two hands simply remain spooning together in peace the rest of the way.

“Over here.”

Ashton carefully tugs you along by the hand, your fingers refusing to part from each other since the car. You play along and let him lead you from the parking garage to the museum. However, when you arrive at a dark alley, every gut inside you twists and convulses. It isn’t exactly the fine art you were expecting. Not remotely close.

“You’re scaring me, Ashton. Where are we?”

“I promised you the art museum, didn’t I? So we’re at the art museum,” he pronounces matter-of-factly. Yet the slightest slant in his smile confirms your suspicion that something isn’t right.

“Why aren’t we going through the front? You know, like most people?”

“Because I’m technically not supposed to sneak people in. And if you go through the front, you’ll get stuck in some stupid tour group with a guide who has no idea what the fuck their saying.”

“Ashton! You’re going to get yourself in trouble.”

“You’re only in trouble if you get caught” he smirks. Then, with the greatest of ease, he punches in the door’s security code and unlocks the door. “Come on, trust me.”

If his eyes weren’t so soft and round, and if his hand wasn’t squeezing yours so reassuringly, you would’ve have said no. Instead, you find yourself taking a trust fall with this boy.

“The museum is setting up an exhibit on the top floor for a new artist. It’s not open to the public yet. But if we’re sneaking in, might as well do it right. Right?”

“What about the rest of the museum?”

“Believe me. You have to see this first.”

According to Ashton, the elevator is too big of a risk of getting spotted by his boss. So the other, much less appealing option, is to take the stairs. And hell, the stairs are windy and dusty as fuck. The entire stairwell smells of musty water, as if no one has taken them in years. Even the lights are beginning to give out, flickering on and off. Nevertheless, Ashton tows you up several flights. You’re not going easy on him though. At least once every five steps, you complain that the extra exercise isn’t worth whatever it is he has in store to show you. You say that no surprise is worth it. He only promises that it will be and that you better not faint on him. If somehow you do end up fainting, he’ll still carry you up the remainder of the journey.

Before too long, you finally reach the top floor. Ashton flings the door open wide. Even Saint Peter wouldn’t open the gates to heaven so dramatically. Immediately, you’re swallowing your own words.

Hanging above your head is the grandest sight you’ve ever beheld. A massive glass sculpture- at least a hundred feet long- composed of God knows how many individually hand-blown pieces, and arranged in the most haphazardly beautiful way. It’s like a floating glass garden, and each piece is like a flower in full bloom just awaiting people’s admiring eyes to smell them. The glass sculpture is a patchwork of color, a mix of vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows. The light shines through the piece, illuminating the colors, and sending a mirage of reflecting colors onto the ground below. Even more magnificent is the space it fills. The piece sits alone in large, arched glass house. Surely the artist wanted this piece here specifically, with the dark blue sky bringing the colors to life even more.

“Holy shit” you sigh.

“I know,” Ashton echoes. “Say hello to the Glass House. Done by artist Dale Chihuly.”

“H-how did they-? How did the artist-? H-how?”

“This guy has been making glass art for decades. He blows each flower shape one by one. Then hangs them on a metal skeletal frame. This particular work is made of 1,340 different glass pieces.”

“Ash, you could tell me every little detail about how this was made, and I still wouldn’t believe a human is capable of creating something like this. I will always ask how.”

He chuckles to himself, trailing behind as you walk down the length of the sculpture, taking it in from every angle possible. Upon a closer look, you can see the small gradients in color in some of the flowers. They start off more opaque toward the center, but become more transparent as it stretches to the outside. Some even have stripes and swirls of color. Even the stars are framed perfectly through the spaces of the pieces. So stunning it’s unfathomable.

“Have you ever seen anything so frustratingly beautiful?”

“Yeah, and I’d like to kiss her,” he whispers.

Your eyes grow wide, turning from the masterpiece above to the one beside you. Ashton bites his lip and gathers the strength to slowly close the gap between you. Suddenly you find yourself more than willing, eyes slipping closed as his face nears yours. His arms find your waist, pulling you tight against him. Then his lips are on yours, pressing together with a pillowy softness. His breath lightly brushes over your nose. And you place your hands on his arms, feeling around to double check reality. But it’s all real. This kiss. This art. This night.

“You didn’t bring me here to help with my art history paper, did you?” you murmur.

Ashton just smiles and leans in for another kiss.

Date or not a date, one thing is certain: you have a new appreciation for the Art.

[onmeown]

Okay so I was tagged by my beautiful bbys @sweetpeaharry& @shutuplashton for the six selfies of 2015 thingy so here’s some random ones :))))

I’m gonna tag @strugglinfangirl, @magicmikeclifford, @celestial-dropout, @cliffyluke, @sicutsparsamgc, & @bluelectrics, and anyone else who wants to do it bc I wanna see your pretty faces :)))))

[thedreamvevo]

this is my pup and her name is maggie

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Jealousy (2) Masterlist

part one

Close To You (ao3) - DracosPubicHair michael/luke E, 37k

Summary: Michael is a grumpy teenage boy who needs to "lighten up," which is what his mother likes to call it. Michael thinks he's perfectly fine with his Nintendo and his Xbox, but Karen isn't going to accept that when she gets a call from an old friend and invites them to their farm miles away from his gaming consoles.

Michael isn't happy about it, even if there's a cute blond that lives there who does constant housework and is best friends with his dog.

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.

Demesne (ao3) - merlypops michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: 'Michael remembers wondering vaguely when the tables had turned so much because he was pretty sure this had all stemmed from him being jealous but now Luke was riding Michael like there was no tomorrow and Michael remembers Luke sucking at his neck and feeling like he was going to die.'

Luke is teasing Michael during a show and Michael tries to show Luke who's calling the shots, except it doesn't exactly turn out that way.

Goodnight Kisses? (ao3) - heart_is_gonna_flatline luke/calum N/R, 8k

Summary: Calum is invited to spend the weekend at Michael's house, and maybe his feelings for Luke get a bit out of hand.

Hooked (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/luke E, 7k

Summary: Luke had been in love with Michael for as long as he could remember but unfortunately, Michael was seeing someone else. He was so hooked on his love for Michael that he went to seek advice from Ashton, who happened to be very helpful; except, Ashton did not know the one Luke had been talking about was Michael, his boyfriend.

I can feel you deep inside me (ao3) - CutesyMe luke/ashton E, 2k

Summary: Luke looked at him a little stunned as Ashton was sitting on his stool, sweaty and hot. Luke knew then by the looks that Ashton was giving him that he was jealous. And in that exact moment he could also feel it. Of course he could, he just now noticed how his mate was feeling. He wondered how he didn't notice before because his alphas jealousy of Colton was so strong.

Or Luke gets on his knees for another boy and Ashton is jealous

/ / I'm Yours / / (ao3) - Fauxxalien michael/luke G, 750

Summary: Basically Michael gets jealous and takes his anger out on Luke ~

I won't let go (ao3) - lourrygum michael/ashton E, 6k

Summary: " "What the hell is going on?" He asks, folding his arms. Michael swallows, staring at the ground, the bitter feeling of regret slowly flooding his system. He'd never exactly been a subtle person, even when he was trying. And tonight he certainly wasn't trying. He'd thrown all caution to the wind, flirted outrageously with Luke, who had of course, being the affectionate person Michael knows him to be, flirted right back. "

or, the one where michael gets fed up of being treated like ashtons platonic best friend despite the fact that the have sex on almost a daily basis

Jealous (ao3) - dracomalfloy michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: Luke usually isn't the jealous one in the relationship. Usually.

jealous (ao3) - Shutuplashton michael/luke N/R, 2k

Summary: In which Luke is jealous of Michael and wants him all to himself.

Jealous (ao3) - radioactive_pizza michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: //the one where Michael and Calum are joking around and flirting and Luke is honestly sick of it

Jealousy Is Killing Me (ao3) - mikeyspankme michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: Calum may or may not be insanely jealous and upset when he watches his boyfriend, Michael, carry his best friend, Luke, across the stage at one of their concerts.

kitten (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: michael has been flirting with his new friend calum, and luke has to show him whose kitten he really is

Promise (ao3) - paperstorm michael/luke E, 5k

Summary: The whole world has this really bad habit of wanting to hit on Luke at every available opportunity and Luke has an equally bad habit of not being aware it’s even happening and flirting back accidentally because that’s just his permanent setting.

Rabbits (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: Luke was grumpy because of some things he saw online and to add to it, Ashton has made some new rules. That was not all, Luke blamed it all on Michael. On the other hand, Michael knew exactly what Luke's problem was; lack of attention. Michael had his own ways of giving Luke attention, ways he knew Luke would never refuse.

Straight A Student (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke, michael/calum E, 3k

Summary: "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Ignoring me? Lying to me? Not listening to me and hitting on my friends? What has gotten into you? And you better have a good excuse because I am really fucking mad at you!"

Michael swallows, he really doesn't have a good excuse other then him acting like a child who doesn't get his way. Also, with the way Luke is looking at him he can't think of anything else but repeating to himself to not get hard. Do not get hard.

Or,

Michael hates getting failed, Luke hates getting jealous and Michael loves teasing.

(Or something like that)

the only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly (ao3) - orphan_account michael/ashton E, 6k

Summary: Ashton knew he shouldn’t be jealous.

He shouldn’t, because he knew what Michael was doing and what he’s after and after last time Ashton had told himself that he wouldn’t let Michael do this to him again, but.

But he was jealous, is the thing.

or, alternatively, Michael gets wrecked in Bali.

there's no way that we could rewind (ao3) - bisexual_jace michael/luke E, 12k

Summary: Or this is what happens when Michael and Luke hook up over the course of the ROWYSO tour and pretend they aren’t in love.

These Eyes Are Filled With Envy (ao3) - nationalnobody calum/ashton E, 2k

Summary: It would have been slightly okay, Ashton tells himself, if they didn't flirt, or sit close to each other...or just converse really; but they did and it made Ashton want to punch a hole right through the dry wall.

((In which Ashton gets jealous and angry and Calum has to pay the price for it, never mind the fact that he enjoys it immensely))

This time we're not giving up let's make it last forever (ao3) - screamtobeheard michael/luke, michael/oc E, 16k

Summary: “I wanna ask you something,” Michael says and he can’t contain his smile because of nerves. “Okay,” Luke murmurs, closing his eyes again. “I want, Uhm, I want you to take my virginity, Luke.”

or where Michael is a virgin and wants Luke to be his first

[bubmyg]

i remember shutuplashton... our mutual counter doesn't though.... oops

stop blocking me ma’am :-(