#waste the night 5sos

[dealinquent]

being a recent fan who discovered 5sos from their newer songs is being caught off guard by their baby voices everytime you listen to something from an older album. like it's absolutely jarring.

[visceral--feeling]

Happy Arcadia - Konstantin Makovsky // Waste the Night - 5 Seconds of Summer

[kindahoping4forever]

AshtonIrwin: ⚡️ VAPOR into WASTE THE NIGHT ⚡️ live with @ 5sos. This is one of my favorite songs to play live because of that big driving chorus beat, and the intense 16th’s on the hi hats during the verses, later on I’ll post the outro where I take it up a notch for a solo moment. ❤️✌️

[wiiildflowerrr]

Téa Campbell of Meet Me @ The Altar

23 September 2023

[edge-oftheworld]

5sos bridge bracket: part 35

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refreshers under the cut

waste the night:

i don't wanna say goodbye to another night

i don't wanna let it burn in the city lights

i don't wanna say goodbye to another night and watch you walk away

I don't wanna let it burn in the city lights and make the same mistakes

this time

castaway:

castaway

castaway

how’d we drift so far away from where we left off yesterday?

I’m lonely like a castaway

[m-moods]

“The scratch in your voice leaves me no choice

And I won't give up, and I can't give up..,”

Waste the night.-5 seconds of summer (5sos)

[allamericansbitch]

the night was indeed, not wasted

[tuesdaygray]

this might be blasphemous but I’m ready to let waste the night go for a little while. just a little. if it means we could replace it with another sgfg song on the setlist then I’m willing to make that sacrifice

[ilostyou]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CvB21vbNAlu/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== no but why are they like this

BAHAHAHHA LITERALLY THOUGH they’re always messing up words and i think it’s objectively hilarious

[an-ivy-covered-summer]

while i loveeeee the setlist from the 5sos show tour, i think it should’ve actually had valentine too. just for me, y’know? as a little treat.

[flawless-imperfections]

i don’t wanna let it burn in the city lights 🔥 🌃

and make the same mistakes this time 👀 💀

[wiiildflowerrr]

Calum singing from cue cards held up by fans during Waste The Night. Never fails to make me LOL.

He goes along with being affectionately mocked and thanks them graciously!

[fortnightlia]

i need your love,need your love

and i need your love

[prettymonegasque]

i'll make up for all of your tears

Fic 1 of the 5 Seconds of Formula One series

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Song: Best Years by 5SOS

You've got a million reasons to hesitate

But darling, the future's better than yesterday

"This is a grade-F diamond, sir. It's 2 carats with a platinum band." The salesperson at the store started explaining as Max zoned out.

Being a Formula One Driver with multiple championships under his belt came with the perk of getting everything he wished for, and boy did he use it. However, the thing he wanted most, unfortunately, didn't come with a price tag on it.

He hated the name Y/N L/N, not the first part, the L/N part. He's been working tirelessly since he was 3 to change it to Verstappen and he's closer now than he ever was. Yet a little voice in him constantly whispered "What if you're not good enough for her?" Max knew that voice wasn't wrong.

2015

Max really missed his best friend. He was extremely grateful that he was on a flight home right now because he wasn't sure how long his sanity would last.

Max was ready to sprint to your house the minute they landed, but his father had other plans. Jos had arranged for a meeting with Max's team to discuss the season so far. Scoring points in his debut Formula One season wasn't something Max expected. He knew it was expected of him but never by him. Maybe it was beginner's luck or maybe he let it get to his head, he couldn't score any points in the last few races.

By the time the meeting was over, Max wasn't sure if he was still alive. He was tormented ruthlessly by his dad. He knew it was all for his good. Everything his dad ever did was for Max to become the World Champion one day. He understood that and he was beyond guilty for messing with that plan with his incompetency. Before he realised, his legs had brought him to your doorstep.

"Maxie! You're back!" The smile on your face was enough for Max. He spent the rest of the day in your room while you caught him up to speed with everything that had happened while he was away. "Oh and then Anton kissed me at the formal! It was beautiful, Max. He brought me flowers and everything" Max could feel his eyes twitching.

He wanted to be your first kiss. He knew he wouldn't be able to make it to the dance, but he didn't know he'd be losing you that night. "Anton kissed you?" he tried to remain calm. "Yes. Love Me Like You Do was playing, and it was all very romantic. You were right, Max. It was worth the wait. He even asked me out!" He was about to lose it.

Every time you complained that you hadn't had your first kiss yet, Max would ask you to be patient. He wanted to make something of himself before he kissed you and now it backfired on him spectacularly. "You let Anton kiss you?? That wimpy little bastard?" Anton wasn't going to win a beauty pageant any time soon but you liked him. He was your boyfriend.

"Don't call him that, Maxie. I really like him. He's nice to me."

"Yeah sure, did he have to use his inhaler mid-kiss?"

"Max that is so rude! Can you not be a jerk?" You tried your best to reason with him. "No no. I wish you and Anton a happy relationship. Don't come crying to me when you find out his dick is smaller than your pinky." Max stormed out of the room, slamming the door on his way out. He knew he crossed a line. He could hear you crying. He hated the person he was in that room.

I wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you

Gave you a million reasons to walk away

Present Day

He'd been to every jeweller in Monte Carlo. Not a single one of them had a ring that would be worthy of your hand. Max was getting frustrated. He can't screw up the ring. It's the only thing that matters in a proposal. No one ever asks "Can I hear the long lame speech Max said on one knee?", it's always "Can I see the ring?" He sighed as he entered another store, Chaumet. It was supposed to have some unique pieces. The same warm tight smile welcomed him in the store. He explained to the salesperson what he was looking for. He was shown the same basic rings he saw in the last eight shops.

"No. No. No, none of these are good. I'm looking for something unique. Something extraordinary. This person means everything to me and while the ring can never be worthy of her, I want it to try." Max was exasperated. His throat was starting to close up and he looked like he was about to strangle someone. The employee gave a polite smile and went to the back. He returned with a small box.

"This is a pear-cut Amsterdam diamond. It's our rarest piece. This isn't for public display but I think this is exactly what you're looking for." The salesperson had a smirk that was proud yet humble at the same time. Max hesitantly took a closer look at the ring. It wasn't huge but it surely looked rare and exotic, just like you. "I'll take it"

2018

As you've done every year, you showed up to the Kumpen Christmas Dinner. But this time there was a man by your side. Lo and behold, it was Anton. To Max's frustration, Anton had quite the glow-up. He was no longer the skimpy little kid with an inhaler. And Max couldn't bear looking at you look at him like he hung the fucking moon and stars for you. You were supposed to look at Max that way.

"So, Max, how are things in F1 world?" You made polite conversation as you cut your steak. "It's alright," Max replied. "You know, Anton works at Goldman Sachs. Aren't they a sponsor of some Formula One team?" You questioned. "Ah yes. We sponsor Mclaren." Anton smiled. "Maybe you two should visit Max during one of his races next season. Wouldn't that be nice?" Sophie suggested. "Oh, that would be fun! We should plan that, Max." You were excited by the idea.

"I don't know. Christian wouldn't be happy with letting in Mclaren people in the garage."

"We'd come as your friends"

"Yeah, I don't think so." Max stood up dropped his serviette and walked out the door. Of course, it wasn't his first time walking out of a room you were in.

Max knew it was a really bad idea to go to a strip club. He makes bad decisions even when calm and sober, who knows what will happen when he's angry and shit-faced. He was cold from walking in the snow for the last three hours and it was the only place open at 1 am on Christmas Day.

He couldn't see well in the dark but he sort of remembered tipping a stripper €1000 for a lap dance. He was getting angrier by the second. He was losing you by the second and there was nothing he could do to get you. He waited too long and everything slipped away from him. He had officially hit rock bottom.

"Hey, sexy. I'm Y/N. You here all by yourself?" Max thought he was hallucinating. There was no way you were at the strip club. He turned to see a blonde in a baby-blue bodysuit. It wasn't his Y/N. "What's your name?" Max slurred. "It's Y/N. But I can be whatever you want tonight." She started running her finger up his torso. "No. No. I want you to be Y/N." Max got up and dragged her to the private room.

I wanna hold you hair when you drink too much

Carry you home when you cannot stand up

Present Day

It's been a week since Max got the ring. He kept it safely hidden. He couldn't find the perfect moment to pop the question. He wanted everything to be perfect for his perfect girl. He can't mess this up.

2020

"He broke up with me" You stood in front of his flat. Max took a second to process the sight in front of him. You were clearly drunk and had been crying. Your makeup was running down your face. There was a dirty bouquet tightly clutched in your hands. Max simply brought you in and sat you on the couch while he went to grab some wet wipes.

He could hear your quiet sobs from his room. His heart broke to see you like this. He wanted to kill Anton. That motherfucker should've been dead long ago. He was spared for Y/N. Nothing was protecting him now. Max put away those thoughts for a bit and worked on getting you sober.

He walked into the living room. "I threw up." You said staring at the ceiling. There weren't any emotions in your eyes. You looked like a shell of the person you once were. Max carried you to the bathroom. He'd worry about the mess later.

He sat you on the counter and started wiping away your makeup and tears. You soon started to heave and leapt towards the toilet. Max held your hair back as you were throwing up. Part of him knew this was his redemption. This was his chance to make you, his. Unfortunately, he was raised better. He wasn't going to ask you out until he was worthy of you. He discarded those thoughts and carried you to the bed, pulling a duvet over you.

"Maxie, I'm still mad at you for not making it to the formal." He heard you mumble with your eyes still closed. "Me too, schatje. Me too." He whispered and turned off the light.

But I'll build a house out of the mess And all the broken pieces I'll make up for all of your tears

Present Day

Max could barely focus on the slides. He was stuck in an aero meeting, but his thoughts were all on the little black box burning a hole in his pocket. Of course, he carried it to Milton Keynes. He carries it everywhere.

He replayed every scenario where he was an asshole to you. You forgave him every time, but he knew he wasn't worthy of your forgiveness. You were too pure, too sweet for him. One misstep and you'll recoil away from forever. His stomach gurgled and he started sweating. He could feel his heartbeat racing.

"Excuse me." He walked out of the room with the little modesty left in him before sprinting outside. Fresh air and your voice are the only things that could save him now. 

“Hey. It’s me.”

2021

Everything was down to the last lap. This was everything Max had worked for. Every late night, every lashing from his dad, every missed formal, every second he spent away from you. It was all for this very second. As he turned towards Turn 16 in the Yas Marina Circuit, your face was all he could see. The chequered flag waved as he crossed the line. He’s won the 2021 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, he’s won the World Driver’s Championship. Most importantly, he’s won you. He’s finally worthy of you. 

He could not care less about the controversy surrounding his win. He parked his car in the No. 1 spot and ran towards his team. This was his moment, he wasn’t going to let some legal altercations take it away from him. 

He spotted you in the crowd from the podium, you were crying and screaming the Dutch National Anthem. After the champagne, he chucked the trophy at his physio and ran to you. He wasn’t going to wait anymore. No more missing anything. He was all yours if you had him. 

You were waiting for him near the Red Bull garage. “Y/N. I need to talk to you.” Before you could reply, he pulled you aside. “I’ve waited long enough. I spent the last 21 years making a better man of myself. I don’t know if that cancels out on all the times I’ve been rude and insensitive to you. But schatje, I promise, from this second I will do everything in my ability to make myself worthy of you and your love.” 

I promise, darling, you won't regret The best years I'll give you the best years

Present Day

You were gonna come home any minute. Max had spent the entire day cleaning the house and cleaning it again. He even pulled out some Christmas lights and decorated the living room. “Maybe I should light some candles” He wondered out loud. Jimmy jumped onto the sofa from nowhere, scaring Max and negating the candle idea. 

When he said he was going to ask you to marry him in your house, his friends and family considered it a bit unromantic. His mum and sister went as far as sending him blogs titled “Top 10 romantic spots to get engaged” But this house was more than just a house, it was home. The pair of you carefully curated and constructed this house, making it your very own. 

The Smart Home system alerted Max that there was movement in the garage. You were here. He did a quick sweep of the room and sighed. He wasn’t sure if the sigh was out of anxiety or happiness, but he was going to find out in about 5 minutes.

The front door opened. “Max. I’m home.” You called out like you did every day. You placed your keys on the little Lighting McQueen and Sally key stand on the wall. Sassy was already nudging at your legs begging for attention. “Hey, girly. Where’s daddy?” You cooed. The house was a little too quiet. Maybe Max was in the sim room. You walked to the living room and turned the lights on. 

“What the fuck?” were the first words to come out of your mouth when you saw the entire room glowing with Christmas Lights and Max on one knee in the middle of the room. You must be asleep. There is no way this is happening. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” You started to tear up.

“Y/N. I’ve given you a million reasons to hesitate, a million reasons to walk away. Yet you stayed by me, every single time. I couldn’t ask for a better friend, a better lover and a better wife to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you when I should’ve been by your side. I want to hold your hand as we grow old. I want to carry you home when you cannot stand up. You did all those things for me when I was half a man for you. But darling, I promise, I’ll give you the best years. Will you marry me?” 

“Yes, Max. I want to marry you.”

A/N: Ahh!! The first fic is out now!! I truly enjoyed writing this. If you saw this being posted on Nov 2 instead of Nov 1, as per schedule, turn the other way pls thanks. Oscar x English Love Affair is next. See you all on November 8. Send an ask to be added to the taglist.

Love, Abby x

taglist: @evermoreandroyalblue  @stelena-klayley @honethatty12 @pippyth3hippy

[with-my-calamitous-love]

KATSUKI BAKUGOU PLAYLIST 💿

katsuki bakugou x reader

thought of this late last night 🤍 songs for your relationship. will probably do this the other boys + bsd

#1 THE BLONDE • TV GIRL

for all the things he’d do for you. despite putting on a tough exterior, you both know that he’s utterly wrapped around your finger. for the late nights he calls you, knowing you’re alone and wanting to make you feel warmer. for the times he’s wiped away your tears, or the times he’s whispered filthy promises into your ears when you’re out in public. everything katsuki does is for you, even if its standing out in the rain waiting for you to embrace him.

anyone who believed he didn’t have a heart had reason to believe so, but were ultimately wrong. he’d sell his soul just to love you.

#2 WASTE THE NIGHT • 5SOS

a song for late night escapades. it was rare when he got moments away from his busy, heroic life, away from the prying eyes of fans and villains who foolishly think they could take him. so when he does get those moments away, it’s without question he’ll spend them with you. wrapped up in the sheets, tasting your tongue. the salt on his skin pulls you in relentlessly, that shit eating he flashes at you because you both know he’s the best. theres smoke in his lungs from the fire that burns only for you.

he spends every night with you like it’ll be his last. watching the city lights burn away while he holds you, vowing to never make the same mistakes.

#3 BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY • SABRINA CARPENTER

for everything the press says about you dating a famous pro hero. for all the times you’ve been a home wrecker and a slut, for all the death threats and comments. everything is surface level, not knowing what your relationship with katsuki is actually like. they don’t know that he shows up to your house with stars on his eyes, late night cuddling and talks about complicated exes. they’ll tell who you are, ‘cause you don’t have a choice.

but it doesn’t matter in the end. he’ll hold you close regardless of what they call you. even if you’re not his first love, you’ll always be his favourite.

#4 MILK TEETH • NIKI

because early mornings with katsuki are a sigh to behold. the day glow seeps through the blinds, the sunlight blessing every contour of his muscles. he lazily turns over to look at you, lying on his stomach while crimson eyes flutter open. he’s got the deepest morning voice you’ve ever heard, while his bare back is on full display for you. and if its a day off, don’t even think about leaving bed. he’s an asshole with a big heart, wanting hold you close always. you never have to wait for his arms.

it hasn’t been long since the first kiss goodnight. already, he’s kissing you goodmorning, asking you about your sleep and using his warm hands to trace patterns over your body. he’s love struck. you stole his heart, and he almost thinks of you as a thief for that.

#5 DOWN BAD • T.S

loving him katsuki bakugou is otherworldly. kisses that beam you up and show you the stars. words only for you to hear, lost in your own little bubble with him. he teaches you cosmic love, a shit-eating smirk turning into a genuine smile whenever he enters the room. in the morning, all his words come out like teenage petulance. his temper and his teasing, his remarks and his nicknames. but at night he wants you and only you. fuck it if you can’t have him.

[ilostyou]

there’s something so precious about luke having his same staple moves for the same song through like all their years of touring