#sweetpeaharry

[hrina]

me :-) 💗

AMANDA !!! ur the cutest and the nicest and honestly ily like???? ur not on tumblr too often and that makes me :-((( but when i see u on my dash im like !!!! i’ve followed u since u were sweetpeaharry (throwback) and ur so gorgeous n nice n yeah :’)

send me urls!

[solarune]

that ho sweetpeaharry :-)

ok listen that ho recently changed her icon to one of my favorite pictures of ashton and i hate her so much for it because i have to see that picture every day!!!! so i scream every day!!!! and she always looks good in every selfie and her lipstick is always on point and i don’t know how but she looks like 10 times cuter than she already is when she has the snapchat dog filter on and ugH IT MAKES ME SO MAD

send me the url of a blogger and i’ll tell you what i think of them!!

[thedreamvevo]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADI!!!!! i hope your day is as lovely as u 😚

tehhehehehheeee amanda ur the absolute cUTEST TY DOLL!!!

[bubmyg]

luke and joe lmao not like we were just talking about this

luke hemmings

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

joe sugg

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY | hot as fuCK 

send me a celebrity 

[halseysgh0st]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAN!!!!!

THANK YOU SWEETIE ❤️❤️❤️

[julyxvi]

for @complicashton and @hopelukes‘s coworker!5sos night

your favorite part about working at the local bookstore was story time. you worked in the children’s section and story time usually happened during your shift. even though you weren’t the one actually reading the stories, you were more than happy to let that role go to your co-worker, ashton. sure, he was nice to look at, but mainly, you loved seeing how good he was with all the children that came through your section and you knew they all loved him too. it wasn’t hard not to. he just had this warmth and kindness that radiated from every pore of his body that made you feel safe and secure, like no harm could ever befall around you around ashton because he’d always protect you no matter what. not only that, but he was an incredible storyteller, always doing different voices for different characters and really making the story come alive, giving every story this magical quality about them and enchanting the children each time, yourself included. 

one afternoon, after the conclusion of storytime, one of the regulars -- who you’d come to recognize because you’d see her at the store every few days, catching storytime with ashton and then picking out some new books to read -- approached you with a new stack of books to be purchased. you smiled and made conversation with her as you scanned the items, asking her questions like how she liked the last stack of books she’d bought, if she was excited to read this new stack, and if she had any book recommendations for you. once her mom had paid and you’d placed the books inside a bag to hand to the young girl, you’d expected to say your goodbyes until she returned again in a few days. however, she’d caught you off-guard by asking you if you were dating ashton. her mom had immediately gasped, gently reprimanding her daughter and then sending you an apologetic look. you simply waved her off and just nervously chuckled in response to the young girl’s question, asking why she was wondering.

“i see him look at you the way my daddy looks at my mommy,” she said. a wide grin spread across her face as she added, “and my daddy loves my mommy a lot.”

considering this was news to you, you didn’t really know what to say. you didn’t think ashton looked at you any way besides platonically, much less had anything more than platonic feelings for you. and so, you simply replied with the very lengthy response of, “oh.”

the young girl nodded her head vehemently -- looking ready to explain further why she thought you and ashton were dating -- while her mom looked about ready to take her daughter and make their exit from the store. as for you, you were still hung up on the young girl’s words, mentally flipping through every interaction you’d ever had with ashton and wondering if there were any truth to her words.

before any of you could say or do anything else, a new person joined the three of you. when you realized the new person was ashton and that he’d evidently caught the tail-end of the conversation -- made apparent by the hint of a smirk on his face -- you were ready for the ground to open up and swallow you whole, your face very promptly heating up in embarrassment. that was, until he spoke.

“ask again in a few days and we just might be dating,” he told the young girl, before turning to you and winking.

[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 :)))))

[featuringluke]

I was tagged in the 6 selfies of 2015 challenge by @quiffedluke, @tragicash, @sweetpeaharry and more so I decided to join in!!

I tag @hemmojaw, @hemmocrat, @shutuplashton and anyone else who wants to do it :)

[hrina]

For shutuplashton and sweetpeaharry’s blurb night!

Luke was from Erudite.

And though he was content there, he craved something more. Sure, he admired the brains and determination of his fellow peers. He enjoyed endless learning and discovering new things, niches of the mind that had never been explored, countless complex math equations that required high levels of skill to solve. He didn’t even mind the constant blue clothing he was obliged to wear to represent his faction—people had always noted that the colour made his eyes pop.

With his blonde hair and blue eyes, his tall and lanky frame, and a bright mind, Luke had been made for Erudite.

But she was Dauntless.

With her hair always tied up in a sloppy ponytail and her mischievous eyes, Luke had been drawn to her. Drawn to her loud and boisterous personality, her crude sense of humour, and that single swirling tattoo mapping across her left shoulder. He couldn’t help the fact that his gaze followed her like a magnet, his eyes skimming across her figure in hopes of discovering even more tiny little details about her, things he’d yet to pick up on. Luke was enchanted.

And it wasn’t just by her. It was her entire faction, everything she stood for. Luke had lived his entire life playing it safe, being a good boy and following orders exactly how he was told.

He craved the rush of adrenaline, the sensation of his stomach rising to his throat that could only be felt when one jumped from a train. Luke yearned to let loose and show his true self, the unrestricted and repressed version of the golden boy he’d been brought up to be. He grew bored of blue, wanting a black wardrobe instead, wondering how it would feel to walk through quarters and have everyone grow silent, staring at him with slightly frightened eyes.

Luke wanted to go rogue.

He was pondering this as he walked along the dirt road, the sun beating down on him harshly. He’d been on his way back from Amity, having gone there to negotiate the trade of apples. The deal had been a success, and Luke had been cruising back to Erudite in his car when it had suddenly broken down, the engine stuttering to a stop.

So now here he was, walking back to his faction, which was still miles away. It was just his luck, of course, wearing a pair of blue jeans along with a loose blue t-shirt, expecting to be cooled with the air conditioning of his vehicle. Swearing quietly under his breath, he looked up, only to find a black truck speeding along the road towards him.

He started waving his arms in the air, hoping that the driver would catch a glimpse of him and let him hop in. As the large pickup truck skidded to a stop, his throat suddenly went dry, and he fought to swallow the nervous lump in his throat.

Because there were about five Dauntless, all of them looking extremely menacing, their tattooed arms folded across their chests. They all wore dark clothing, two of them even sporting leather jackets. There were two girls, one of them with half her head shaved, the other sporting a ponytail.

A ponytail…

“What’s up, smartass?” Y/N questioned, smirking down at him from the open back of the pickup truck. She leaned over, her eyes glinting teasingly while Luke opened and closed his mouth desperately. “W-What?” he could only choke out.

“Erudite right?” Y/N smirked, “You’re a smartass.“ 

Luke let his gaze drift over her body briefly. She wore a pair of dark jeans and a plain black tank top, showing off her tattoo proudly. There were multiple silver necklaces hanging from her neck, a few rings on her fingers matching. Her studded combat boots shone in the sunlight. Luke tore his gaze away from the frightening shoes, looking back up at her face.

She smirked knowingly, as though she was completely aware he’d been ogling her. She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "What’s up with you, brainiac? It’s hot as fuck.”

“I-I know,” Luke stuttered, feeling the beads of sweat begin to form on his hairline. He tried to meet the girl’s intense stare, but she was just so intimidating, and it didn’t help that there were four other Dauntless watching their exchange.

“Y/N, let’s just go,” the girl with the partly-shaved head snapped. Luke stared down at the ground, aware that the others were probably growing tired of watching a fumbling Erudite attempt to choke out a sentence. He waited for Y/N to agree with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

“Hold on Britt," she said. Her voice was soft, something Luke had never seen before. He lifted his eyes to meet hers, and for a moment, he saw something resembling gentleness in her deep irises. She shot him a small smile, something only for him to see, before her signature snicker was back.

"What’s your name, brainiac?" She questioned. Luke kicked at the dusty ground with his feet, his left hand coming up to scratch at the nape of his neck sheepishly. Never would he have ever thought he’d actually be holding a conversation with the girl he’d admired from afar for so long.

"Luke,” he said quietly. Y/N  nodded, her lips puckering slightly as she reflected on it. “Luke,” she tried it out on her tongue, “Nice.”

She paused for a moment, looking as though she was debating something, before her lips spread into a wide grin, “You’d look good with a lip piercing, Luke.”

“I would?” he asked, his jaw slackening at her blunt behaviour. He’d always wished he could be that kind of person, someone who didn’t care what others thought of him, but Luke had been trained to think like a politician, not a delinquent. He ached to see the other side of things, the wild side without rules.

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded, and then she lifted her left shoulder before dropping it, “Want a ride?”

“Y/N,” the girl–was it Britt?–groaned, but Luke just watched as Y/N shot her an icy glare. Y/N planted her feet firmly onto the floor of the pickup before extending her hand towards Luke, who just stood there with wide eyes.

“C'mon Luke,” she teased, smiling cheekily at him, “Live a little.”

Luke pondered everything, from the heat of the sun to what his parents would think of him if they ever found out he’d taken a ride in a truck full of Dauntless. But then he glanced at the girl he’d been so drawn to, how a few wisps of hair were falling from her ponytail, how laid-back she appeared, how she was regarding him with something other than cold mirth in her eyes.

He took her hand, and her smile grew.

“You’re about to have the time of your life,” she told him as she helped him climb into the truck. Only a second after his feet had firmly met the ground, the driver floored the pedal, and they sped off.

[lukewtm]

all you were trying to do was take a nice shower after an exhausting day at work when a fucking giant spider had to crawl out of the drain when you turned the water on. you let out an accidental screach before grabbing a towel and making a run for the door but before you could open it your roomate luke burst through it with a look of panic on his face “whats wrong?? why did you scream?? are you okay??” he blurted out “yeah yeah im fine theres just a giant spider in the shower can you get it for me pleeaaase” you begged while holding the towel tight around you. you couldn’t help but notice how luke’s eyes flashed up and down your body before a slight blush started to creep up his cheeks “ooh uh yeah sure” he gulped, before grinning and grabbing some toilet paper and stepping around you to the shower. there was a pause before “oh fuck no theres no way im fucking getting that thing sorry y/n”. you  peered over his shoulder at the thing “maybe i can just shower tomorrow” you laughed. “uh yeah” luke said, seeming distracted as his eyes raked your body again “but uh maybe when you shower tomorrow i can come with you to protect you?” “i’d be okay with that” you laughed before leaning forward on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek

(for shutuplashton and sweetpeaharry’s roomate!5sos blurb night!)

[calumtrashofficial]

calum's the type of guy to fuck you in the backseat of the suv during your sons soccer practice and then drink one of the juice boxes you bought for the team as the two of you lay naked on the leather backseat

[bubmyg]

also the about me thing: hannah, lover of memes, luke, amanda, italian ice, and all the dogs in the entire world

-12/10 purely bc of the italian ice comment

pretend you’re writing an about me, about me, and i’ll rate it out of 10

[smollmikey]

mlt attempt to make breakfast for you and completely fail :-)

Well since Michael’s idea of breakfast is probably reallllly simple stuff you can’t mess up at I’d say Luke, just because he would try too hard and pick something really hard to make and just mess it all up crepe batter everywhere :)

Ship: Ash | Cal | Luke | Mikey

Who you met first:  Ash | Cal | Luke | Mikey

Who people ship you with the most(besides your bf):  Ash | Cal | Luke | Mikey

Bestie:  Ash | Cal | Luke | Mikey

Secret Admirer:  Ash | Cal | Luke | Mikey

Ships you and your bf the most:  Ash | Cal | Luke | Mikey

Who falls asleep first: you | him he thinks there’s nothing more soothing than having you in his arms, it knocks him right out after long days

Who gives the most hugs: you | him

Who gives the most kisses: you | him but literally you’d just be talking and he’d randomly begin kissing all over your face and giggling

Who said “I love you” first: you | him

Who calls the other in the middle of the night: you | him on those nights where you just can’t fall asleep and ashton would always without fail find some way to help you lull you out

Who’s more protective: you | him

Who takes candids of the other: you | him and he’d start off by saying no stop, but he loves how you smile big while taking pictures so he’d end up posing in hilarious ways

Who kissed the other first: you | him

Want this?

[julyxvi]

inspired by this au with a line based on this. there’s mentions of alcohol/drinking, a girlfriend (who may or may not be based on a real person, but hey, this is fiction so they could be anyone), the concept of throwing up/vomiting/barfing (and a momentary mention of the actual act), so if any of that makes you uncomfortable, just be aware if you continue or avoid this altogether. i can’t pretend this wasn’t partly fueled by frustration, but if you looked at the au this is inspired by, all i ask is that you have some faith in me.

word count: 5152

The harsh sunlight streaming into the room shook you from your slumber.

Reluctantly, you cracked opened an eye and then opened the other to survey your surroundings, not looking for long before you decided that it was too bright and you were too hungover. You closed your eyes again, squeezing them tightly as if that would help you get back to sleep faster.

About a second passed before what you saw in the room registered in your brain, your eyes immediately opening again, widened in alarm. Slowly, you took a deep breath. Afterwards, you mouthed an incoherent jumble of words that was meant to be a prayer to any higher power that existed and was listening and could help you out. Finally, when you mustered up the courage to do so, you chanced a peek to your left, hoping -- praying -- that you wouldn't see what you were expecting to see.

Sure enough though, there laid your best friend in all his mussed up hair, shirtless, and hickey-covered glory. Right away, you clasped your hands to your mouth as a reminder not to fucking scream, because you really wanted to fucking scream.

When you were certain you weren't going to scream anytime soon, you removed your hands from your mouth, next focusing your attention on your own body. Unsurprisingly, your own body was littered with love bites (undoubtedly) from your best friend and you squeezed your eyes shut again, wondering how you could've fucked up so badly. In the past, you'd only been joking when you claimed that you were never drinking again, but after last night, you were seriously never drinking again.

As you gently pried your best friend's arms from around your own nearly bare body, you internally cursed him for preferring to be the little spoon and you internally cursed his girlfriend for choosing last night to be the one night she wouldn't be attached to his hip.

You sighed, both in relief at the fact that your best friend hadn't woken and in disappointment at yourself as you sat up and swung your legs over the bed, carefully standing up as to not cause any movement to be felt on the mattress. This wasn't her fault. This wasn't her fault at all. You were half to blame for what had apparently transpired last night between you and your best friend. Not her. If anything, you should be cursing yourself.

And perhaps alcohol, if the jackhammering in your head and the fact that you couldn't remember anything after a certain point of the night were any reasons to curse alcohol. The last you remembered was making your way to the room the two of you were currently in at the moment. Before that, you remembered making out with your best friend in a bathroom -- the reason you two even found an empty room to begin with. You remembered the feeling of his plush lips moving against yours. Remembered the cold press of his lip ring against your warm skin. Remembered his large hands snaking underneath your clothing… You could even still faintly taste him on your tongue, a feat for someone who'd probably drank their body weight in alcohol and slept long enough to have morning breath.

You shook the thoughts away from your mind -- refraining from groaning at the pain you felt from the movement of your head -- while you quickly and quietly gathered your clothes that were strewn about the room. You ignored the stray condom packets scattered haphazardly across the floor, trying to suppress the urge you felt to throw up at the sight of them, before deciding to take them with you.

Sure, you may have apparently slept with your best friend -- who you'd been strictly platonic with up until last night apparently -- but you were single. Your best friend was the one with a significant other. You knew that if he realized he'd slept with someone besides his girlfriend, he'd feel even worse than you were feeling right now and probably for as long as he was with her and you knew him.

If his memory was as shot as yours was, if not worse, hopefully all he'd be able to deduce was that he'd apparently gotten a ton of hickeys from someone.

You knew that trying to keep him more in the dark was bad and that he should feel the appropriate weight of guilt for sleeping with someone who wasn't his girlfriend, but you yourself were feeling so awful already -- and you didn't even like the girl whereas he did for some reason -- that you didn't want your best friend to feel even more awful. Even if he was half to blame and so were you.

After getting dressed and making sure you had all your belongings, you slipped out of the room and then out of the house, the realization that you couldn't even remember whose house you'd been at triggering your gag reflex again.

When you once more successfully avoided emptying the contents of your stomach, next came the realization that Luke had driven you two to whoever's house party you two attended last night. Though initially you found yourself disgruntled, you eventually figured you could use the fresh air and time to yourself. Even if the sun was far too bright for your sensitive eyes at the moment.

As you began your walk back to your apartment, you wondered how -- or perhaps why was the better question -- you'd drunken so much.

It wasn't as if last night were your first time drinking ever. You'd had alcohol before. In fact, you liked to think that you were actually rather smart with your alcohol intake. Or, well, smart enough to never blackout anyway.

You'd been buzzed; you'd been tipsy; you'd been drunk; you'd been wasted; you'd even been fucked up, but never once had you blacked out. Up until last night at least. Never once had you even had the urge to drink until you blacked out; you weren't a necessarily fan of the idea of your brain stopping memories from being formed and being unable to recall any of your actions or behavior.

It wasn't as if you'd planned to black out last night either -- though did anyone ever really plan for that to happen?

You supposed your alcohol intake had just unwittingly gotten out of hand. When you considered that you hadn't seen your best friend in a while -- much less hadn't seen him without also seeing his girlfriend at his side -- you supposed that was where your self-control went wrong, having missed being able to hang out with him one-on-one and party with him and just have a good time.

Too good a time apparently, if the bruises marking your body and his were anything to go by. The reminder of his pale chest -- the expanse of which was normally plain and bare -- being covered in marks made and left by you was enough to make the contents of your stomach threaten once more to resurface.

You didn't even know why or how you'd chosen your best friend to be the person you made out with in a bathroom of all people. Sure, he was attractive -- you had to be visually impaired to not realize that -- but he was just Luke Ham-Ham to you. He was your best friend. You weren't supposed to think of your best friend in a way other than platonic and you sure as hell weren't supposed to act on the acknowledgement that he was attractive and up until last night apparently, you had no intention of doing neither.

You were seriously never drinking again.

By the time you made it to your apartment, just having barely closed the door behind you, your phone lit up with a text message from the one person you were (fruitlessly) hoping you could avoid until they were single again.

Make it home safe?

Yeah. Did you?

Still not home yet haha.

You went back and forth -- typing out a response, only to erase it, wondering if you even wanted to reply at all -- and you hoped he still didn't have your text thread open so he could see the gray bubble of your typing. Finally, you settled on a response.

Wow. How's the hangover?

Awful. I feel like I'm dying. Can I come over? :-(

Your eyes widened at his request. You knew that if he came over there was no way he wouldn't see the hickeys on your body that no doubt matched his, which would surely make him piece everything together. You didn't even have a turtleneck to cover up with and wearing a scarf indoors wasn't exactly natural behavior.

I'm not home. :(

Where are you??? When are you gonna be back???

Idk??? Whenever I'm done visiting my parents???

We're having brunch right now

Will you bring me back something? :-)

I don't care if it's leftovers from whatever you're eating

I'll just hang out at your apartment until you're back

Suit yourself

Idk when I'll be back (you know how my parents are) so don't say I didn't tell you so

I would never :-)

In hindsight, you probably should've not bothered with replying to Luke's second text because you weren't actually with your parents and weren't actually having brunch with them -- much less even actually had plans to see them -- and he had a spare key to your apartment. Without really thinking, as seemed to be the norm so far this morning, you Googled the number for the nearest locksmith, dialing them with no hesitation afterwards.

Admittedly, changing your locks was such a drastic measure, but even if you did actually leave your apartment, you couldn't exactly stay away forever and Luke was no stranger to making himself at home in your home so you didn't doubt that you'd have to be gone for multiple days before he'd finally leave. You couldn't even broach the topic of asking for your spare key back without raising suspicion and had you had the power of seeing the future, had you known you'd be in this predicament, maybe you wouldn't have given him your spare key -- an action that just seemed like a no-brainer at the time considering he was your best friend. But, if you actually had the power of seeing the future, maybe you wouldn't have drunken so much and proceeded to hook up with said best friend either.

Regardless, you now had to change your locks as a price to pay -- literally -- and the only stroke of good luck you seemed to have so far was that the locksmith stopped by to change your locks in no time at all, allowing you to get on with your day.

Getting on with your day really meant just lying in bed and feeling like you were dying from your hangover though, which, admittedly would've been better with Luke there to suffer with you and cuddle with you, but you'd had such an emotionally trying morning already that you didn't even care that you had to be hungover by yourself. Especially since you were kind of sort of trying to avoid Luke anyway.

The sound of your phone chiming eventually woke you up from your accidental nap and you reached over to retrieve your phone from your bed stand, seeing that your phone was lit up with another text message from -- surprise, surprise -- Luke.

Why does your spare key not work anymore?

You mentally thanked whatever higher power was looking out for you for the fact that there was no way he could've heard your phone go off from where he stood in your apartment complex's hallway, but still, because you couldn't be too safe (or paranoid, clearly), you switched your phone to silent before replying.

I may or may not have changed my locks???

YOU CHANGED YOUR LOCKS??? WHAT??? WHY???

I may or may not have lost my key???

Wow. And I thought I was a mess haha.

You could've asked me for the spare before you decided to change your locks :-P

I WOULD'VE IF I HAD THOUGHT OF THAT

Now I spent money I didn't need to

And you're going to have to suffer a hangover alone

:-(

You strained your ears to see if you could hear his footsteps walking away from your apartment door from where you laid in bed in your bedroom, but of course, you couldn't, forcing you to only be able to hope that he had walked away.

Closing your eyes again, as you tried to fall back asleep, you wondered how you could want to spend time with someone yet, at the same time, not want to have to see them at all. Even more so, you wondered what it meant that your stomach twisted at the thought of Luke having to return to his own home, where he'd no doubt see his girlfriend at some point, who he'd no doubt be all loved up with.

And this time, you couldn't fight back the urge to throw up. You made it to the toilet just in time as the contents of your stomach spewed from your mouth, but even after you emptied your stomach and rested your cheek against the porcelain of your toilet, you still didn't feel any better.

If Luke had any inkling that the hickeys on his body were from you, he didn't give any indication, allowing for life to go on as usual. Well, sort of, seeing as you were still adamant on avoiding him.

Doing so wasn't even that difficult, surprisingly. In execution anyway. Luke knew what your typical schedule was like -- when you'd be home and when you wouldn't be -- and now that he didn't have a key to your apartment, all you really had to do was just lie a bit, which was the hard part. Every time he texted you asking if you were home, even though what you always sent back was "No, sorry!", your fingers itched to type out "Yeah, come over!" instead.

It was funny, this situation you'd landed yourself in. On one hand, you wanted to spend time with your best friend, especially considering that staying in one place for more than a day or two was pretty rare for him. On the other hand, you didn't think you'd be able to bear seeing him, not with the heavy cloud of guilt that was hanging over your head. If there were ever a time to describe any aspect of your life as a catch-22, this situation definitely qualified.

Still, you should've known that Luke would only believe your excuse of not being home for so long. You were surprised that you were even able to keep up the ruse for as long as you did. In hindsight, you should've anticipated him eventually confronting you one way or another, but you didn't quite imagine finding him sitting outside your door in the hallway of your apartment complex. Judging from the way he was dozing off -- head lulled and mouth slightly ajar -- you guessed that he had to have been waiting for you to return for hours.

A part of you was tempted to turn back the way you came -- maybe try and find someone's couch to sleep on -- and try to out wait him, but you figured the mature option was to finally stop running from your problems. The guilt still weighed heavily on you, but you couldn't -- and didn't want to -- avoid Luke forever. Even if you'd only planned on doing so until he was single again -- though at this rate, you didn't know how long that would be -- you missed your best friend.

Quietly, you walked up to Luke, gently nudging his one of his outstretched legs with your foot as to not startle him awake. "Hey," you beckoned softly.

Luke's eyes shot wide open as he sat straight up, before quickly scrambling to his feet with more grace than you've ever seen him demonstrate. "Why have you been avoiding me?" he demanded, narrowing his eyes at you.

You blinked at him. "Couldn't even wait until we were inside, huh?" you wondered, stepping around Luke to walk up to your door afterwards. You could feel him practically breathing down your neck as you undid the locks.

Glancing behind you as you walked inside, you saw Luke shrug while he followed suit. "Think I've waited long enough, haven't you?" he asked as he closed the door.

"I didn't tell you to wait outside my apartment to talk to me," you pointed out, the volume of your voice rising with each word. "You could've just texted me or called me if you wanted to talk."

"Text you or call you?" Luke questioned, his voice tinged with disbelief. "And what? Have you tell me that you're not home like you've been doing lately?" He laughed, but his laugh was far from happy, sounding cold and harsh and you weren't used to hearing a noise like that come from your best friend. Especially when it was directed at you. "Please just stop stalling and tell me why you've been avoiding me."

"I haven't," you insisted. "I've just been busy lately so I haven't been home that much." You crossed your arms, trying to stand up even straighter. "It's not pleasant wanting to see someone and them being not being around, huh?"

You could see the flash of hurt in Luke's eyes before they hardened again and he too stood up even straighter. "Sorry for wanting to see my best friend when I'm actually in town, but considering how you've been so set on avoiding me, who knows if we're even best friends anymore?"

You clenched your teeth, willing your eyes to retain their normal level of moisture. "You should go," you grit out.

Luke shook his head. "Not until you tell me why you've been avoiding me," he said. "You at least owe me that much."

"I don't owe you anything," you shot back, crossing your arms.

Luke shrugged. "Okay," he nonchalantly replied, "well, I'm not leaving until you tell me why you've been avoiding me."

Luke crossed his arms as well and stared down at you staring right back at him with your own arms still crossed. Even now when you two were obviously angry at each other -- an anger that rolled off in waves and created a palpable tension -- you'd always found looking into his eyes to be easy, the blue hue of his irises never failing to entrance you. At the moment, the blue of his eyes appeared darker than usual, the shade reminding you of the ocean during a storm. You didn't want to be the first to give in, the first to look away, but you feared that by staring too long the waves would come crashing down on you and pull you under and you weren't strong enough of a swimmer.

"Fine," you eventually said, acquiescing. You paused, taking a deep breath, and noted the way Luke had raised his eyebrows, as if to remind you that he was still waiting. "The last time we hung out, that party we went to together," you slowly began, "what do you remember from that night?"

Luke knit his eyebrows. "Why?" he asked, his tone suspicious. "What do you remember?"

You gulped and hoped the action wasn't noticeable. "I remember a lot of alcohol…" you began. "I remember a bathroom…I remember making out with someone…"

"And you think that someone was me?" Luke guessed, his expression neutral enough that you didn't have an idea as to what he was thinking or feeling.

"Yeah," you answered, feeling like you'd expelled both your breath and your guilt with the sigh you heaved out. Sure, you were hoping that by some microscopic chance that Luke still didn't think or know that he actually was the person you made out with, but at least the truth was partially out there, which made you feel tons better than you had just a moment ago.

You expected Luke to agree or disagree with your statement one way or another, but the last thing you expected for him to do was to laugh.

This time, Luke's laughter was actually filled with mirth and you watched while his shoulders uncontrollably shook. He threw his head back, his eyes squeezing shut as he clapped his hands over his mouth when he started to squeak. While you were confused by his reaction -- so far from what you were expecting -- you couldn't deny that the sound filled you with warmth and felt your lips tug upwards out of fondness.

"That's--" Luke started through his laughter, "--that's why you've been avoiding me?"

"Yeah?" you responded unsurely, wanting him to explain to you why he found such amusement in your words already.

Luke wiped at his eyes as he calmed down and you refrained from both rolling your eyes and actually letting your lips stretch into a smile because you were pretty sure he hadn't actually laughed that hard -- not to the point of tears, anyway -- yet the action was such a Luke thing to do.

"Well," Luke began, the ghost of a smile still on his face, "I don't remember much from that night, but I do also remember a lot of alcohol, a bathroom, and making out with someone and I remember that person being you."

"What?" you gasped, your eyes wide and your mouth hanging open. He knew. He fucking knew.

"Yeah," Luke confirmed with a nod of his head, looking rather unperturbed. In fact, you could see the hint of a smirk on his lips. "Looks like you made out with your best friend.”

"Shut up," you snapped. "I think we slept together too, asshole." You crossed your arms tighter against your chest. "How and why are you so calm about this anyway? You have a fucking girlfriend," you pointed out, spitting out the last word like a bad taste in your mouth. Your reminder though, only set Luke off in another fit of giggles. "What? What's so fucking funny?" you demanded, failing to see the apparent humor he was finding in your words.

"I don't have a girlfriend," Luke told you. Teasingly, he added, "Come on, you're my best friend. You should know this."

"What?" you questioned, completely bewildered. "Of course you do. She sticks to your side like velcro and looks like she wants to call your own security on me if I so much as breathe near you."

"She's not my girlfriend," Luke corrected, shrugging afterwards. "We spend time together -- sometimes between the sheets --" You screwed up your face at that, making him chuckle before continuing. "--but we're not exclusive in that I'm her boyfriend and she's my girlfriend, my one and only." He shrugged again. "It's just sex. What I have with her isn't anything serious so you can stop feeling guilty, especially since you and I only made out."

"We only made out?" you asked. He nodded in response, making you sigh out in relief, "Oh thank god."

"We almost slept together though," Luke revealed. "That's why we woke up in that bedroom. We were making out in the bathroom and you--" He paused to wiggle his eyebrows at you, causing you to groan and cover your face with your hands. "--suggested we move to a bedroom. We got as far as getting our clothes off before I realized I couldn't go through with having drunk sex with you because I knew you'd regret it, so we just literally slept."

"I'm seriously never drinking again," you groaned after removing your hands from your face. "How do you even remember this? You were just about as drunk as I was and all I remember was making out in the bathroom and then evidently finding a room."

"Well, when you're my size, you handle your alcohol a bit better," Luke explained, "and it's kind of hard to forget about your dreams coming to life and your best friend wanting you for once."

"What?" you whispered, finding yourself dumbfounded and unable to speak any louder.

"Yeah," Luke answered, chuckling as he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. "I, uh, thought it was obvious that I've been head over heels for you for the longest time, but, uh, I guess not…" He trailed off, clearing his throat before he spoke again. "And, uh, it was-- it was nice, you know? To let myself live in that moment where you actually wanted me -- me and not some other guy -- and I wanted-- I wanted to go through with having sex with you because honestly, you were so adamant about it--" You felt your face heat up at this new piece of information, but if he noticed, he didn't pay any mind. "--but I just couldn't because I knew you'd regret it and I didn't want to be a regret."

"I-- I don't know what to say," you admitted. "So you…you have feelings for me?"

"I don't just have feelings for you," Luke exasperatedly sighed, "I fucking love you."

Your eyes widened at his words. "Y-you, you love me?"

"Yeah," Luke sighed again, looking rather dejected.

It was like his confession had turned your brain into mush and you struggled to speak, let alone form a coherent thought or sentence. "Y-your girl--" you began to stammer.

"Not my girlfriend," Luke reminded you, and because he seemed to know your train of thought, he continued. "I mean, yeah, maybe I prefer your hands -- well, your everything, really, -- but hers are much easier to reach so…" He trailed off. "It's funny, isn't it? I came here to try and fix our friendship and now…" He paused, wryly smiling. "Well, I've ruined our friendship, haven't I?"

You shook your head. "No," you softly answered, "you haven't ruined our friendship. It's just a bit to take in. One moment we're fighting and then it turns out that you knew what happened at the party this whole time and that your not girlfriend isn't actually your girlfriend and that you-- you love me. It's just a bit to take in." Luke nodded in response, seeming to understand that you needed a moment to process your thoughts. "I'm glad she's not actually your girlfriend though. I never really liked her anyway."

Luke laughed. "Like I said, it's just sex. I ended what I had with her after the party," he assured you, a small smile appearing on his face afterwards. "The only person I want is the one that's been avoiding me. So, are we okay?"

"Yeah, we're okay," you told him as you stepped into his outstretched arms.

Holding Luke in this moment -- being in his embrace, feeling his hands fisted in your clothing -- made you realize just how much you missed your best friend. The empty feeling you'd felt in your chest in the time you'd been avoiding him seemed to be entirely void now.

"Hey, Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"What-- what does it mean when someone makes you feel complete?" you wondered. "Or when being with them makes you feel at home?"

Luke drew back from you to better see your face, but still kept his arms wrapped around you. "It means," he slowly began, his brow furrowed, "well…why do you ask?" His tone held equal amounts of suspicion and giddiness and you fought to keep from giggling.

"Because," you said, burying your face into his chest afterwards. "I think I love you too."

"Wait, what?!" Luke exclaimed, bringing one of his hands to lift your chin up. The wide-eyed expression on his face was actually comical. "Are you messing with me?"

"I made out with you and tried to sleep with you when I could've chosen literally any other guy," you reminded him. In jest, you rolled your eyes before adding, "Come on, you're my best friend. You should know drunk actions are sober thoughts."

"Shut up," Luke whined. "You get friendlier when you're drunk and I thought you were just being overly affectionate and horny." You felt your face heat up again at that, but found yourself laughing and shaking your head anyway. "So, you love me too, huh?"

"I mean," you dramatically started, "I don't like your not girlfriend mostly because she's not the best person, but I literally threw up when I was hungover the next morning and thinking about the two of you together." He raised his eyebrows at that and you waved away his unspoken request for more details. "So, yeah, I'd say that I love you. Took a drunken hookup and forcing myself to be apart from you for me to realize it, but I do."

The grin that stretched across Luke's face was so wide that it looked borderline painful, but you knew that it was genuine and seeing him happy made you happy too so you couldn't help but to smile yourself. "Can I kiss you?" he asked.

"Yeah," you breathed, already starting to close your eyes in anticipation.

When his lips finally met yours, you were glad that he had a grip on you to keep you from falling since you were pretty sure your legs would've given out otherwise. As your mouths languidly moved against each others, you wondered how you'd gone for so long without ever kissing him -- sober -- because kissing him sober was far better than you remembered kissing him drunk to be like.

Your hands moved upwards to tangle themselves in the sandy blond strands of his hair while his own hands moved downwards to grip at your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh there hard enough to leave marks and make you gasp in surprise. He then took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. While your tongues moved together, you felt him start to walk you backwards and you had an idea as to where he was leading you.

"So," Luke said, mumbling against your mouth before moving his lips down to your neck, "I think you and I have some unfinished business in the bedroom."

"Well," you began, the word coming out as a moan when he started sucking and biting on your neck, "we should probably finish what we started then."

"We should," Luke agreed, still marking up your neck. "You know, some of the hickeys you left on me haven't completely faded yet." He chuckled against your skin. "Can still feel your mouth on me when I see them. Gonna make sure the ones I leave you last just as long."

[onmeown]

all of these bestfriend!5sos imagines for Hannah and Amanda have me dYING I AM G O N E

[featuringluke]

“You made it!” Michael greeted you as you stepped into the coffee shop, his arms wide open before they were pulling you into his chest, a light laugh falling from your lips as you ran your hands over his back. 

“It’s freezing out there,” you shivered, causing Michael to crack a smile as he slid into the booth he had saved for the two of you, his hands interlacing together as his soft green eyes intently watched you settle down across from him. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go order a coffee.”

“Oh, no worries, I already got you one,” he quickly responded while sliding over the familiar light blue cup, an appreciative smile stretching across your face as you felt your heart start to speed up in your chest.

“Mikey, you didn’t have to do that,” you laughed, lightly cupping your hands over his for a few seconds before pulling them away, noticing a slight shade of red rising to Michael’s cheeks as he looked down at his lap. 

“I haven’t seen my best friend in months, it’s the least I could do,” he shrugged, meeting your eyes with a gentle smile, his pink lips turned upwards at the corners of his mouth as you admired how attractive he really was. “Besides, that’s only the first Christmas gift I have for you.”

You raised your eyebrows at him while taking a sip of coffee, a warm smile stretching across your lips once you put the cup back down. “What else do you have planned for me?”

“I set up a fort in my living room so we can watch the first two Home Alone movies,” he answered, laughing at the excited expression on your face as you slid out of the booth and grabbed your coat. “And I might’ve also made your favorite mint chocolate chip cookies and bought egg nog.”

“Let’s get going, Clifford,” you jokingly demanded, both of you in fits of laughter due to purposely bumping into each other in the parking lot to try and knock the other over into a pile of snow. “Oh my god, you still have this?!” you choked back a laugh as you held up the Camp Rock CD you bought him last year as a joke. 

“I jam to it sometimes,” Michael tried to say without laughing, causing you to snort as you slid the CD into the correct slot. That’s exactly how you two spent the remainder of the car ride- head banging along to the Camp Rock soundtrack with a few air guitar solos here and there, not to mention Michael proclaiming his love for Nick Jonas at least five times. Before you knew it, you were walking up the steps of your best friend’s house, the memories of skipping last period to see his band rehearse flooding back to you as Michael held open the front door for you to step through.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been here-” you started to say right as a string of mistletoe swung down and hit you in the face. You turned around to find Michael with wide eyes before looking out the window and seeing that his parents’ cars weren’t in the driveway. “Michael…?”

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I-I knew it was a mistake. I’m so sorry,” he pleaded, his hands frantically running through his red hair as he paced around in embarrassment. “I’m sorry if I ruined everything, I-”

“Hey,” you cut him off, the gentle sound of your voice instantly earning his attention as you slowly reached out to place your hand on his cheek. You gave him a slight smile as you leaned forward until your lips were pressed against his, Michael’s eyes slowly fluttering shut as his hands wrapped around the back of your waist to pull you closer, his body naturally caving into your touch as his lips molded into yours. You smiled into your best friend’s neck once you pulled away, Michael slowly rocking you back and forth as he held his entire world in his arms.

“I’ve traveled all around the world and yet my heart still seems to belong to the same person,” he whispered, his words causing a warm feeling to rise in your chest as you smiled up at him. 

“Are you talking about the Camp Rock CD?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as Michael laughed and shook his head.

“Come on, I built a badass fort that’s perfect to makeout under,” Michael changed the subject as he motioned for you to follow him.

“Is there more mistletoe in there?” you teased, causing him to groan as he slung an arm around you and led you to the living room. “Hey, it worked!”

“Somehow,” he muttered, making you grin at him as he started up the first movie, scrolling through his phone as he waited for the DVD to load. “The guys say hi.”

“Did they know about your master plan?” you laughed, settling in between Michael’s legs once he sat back down again. Michael shushed you as a laugh escaped your lips, your attention soon shifting to the opening credits of your favorite Christmas movie on the TV ahead of you. 

“Hey,” Michael whispered a few minutes into the film as he poked your sides, a smirk playing across his lips as he leaned forward. “Speaking of being home alone…”

for @shutuplashton and @sweetpeaharry‘s best friend!5sos blurb night!