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@five-sos-imagines
hellooooo, i’m not sure who (if anyone) would be interested in this, but here’s my cover of Youngblood! the backtrack was from a piano cover on youtube, which you can find here (so that i’m giving credit, or if you want to use it yourself)!
i’m very aware of the parts i messed up at (words, notes, or otherwise), but if you’d give it a listen and send me your feedback i’d really appreciate it! thanks so much guys, i hope you like it :)
me @ ashton
How long does it usually take you to write an imagine
It depends on when I get the request and what I have going on outside of tumblr! Usually once I start writing an imagine, it takes a couple hours to finish and post it, but when I start it changes frequently. I want to say on average, maybe a couple of days - a week?? If I have certain inspiration for one imagine over another, that one will take a shorter amount of time as well.
new masterlist
here you can find all of my new & (hopefully) higher-quality writings that I came up with after my 2 year hiatus (oof). i’ll be leaving my old masterlist up so that people can still read those imagines, but from here on out, all of my new imagines will be updated onto this masterlist.
//old masterlist//
note: please don’t post any of these on any other website without my permission! even if you give me credit, i’d really like to know beforehand.
luke: none yet, send in a request!
calum: none yet, send in a request!
michael: none yet, send in a request!
ashton:
don’t say that
Don’t Say That
Characters: Ashton x Reader
Description: You’re feeling a bit down and don’t want to tell your boyfriend, but he knows you better than you think he does
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: a bit of language, sad reader :(
A/N: As I mentioned in my latest post, I’ve been gone a while and things are changing (like the format of my posts)! I hope you guys enjoy, and I’m so sorry for being gone for so long. There isn’t much dialogue towards the beginning, but it comes around eventually!
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Overall, you liked to consider yourself a happy person. You tried to see the best in every situation and in every person, and you ignored any negativity coming your way. You were still human and still sensitive, but you didn’t let things phase you as much as you used to. You’d made tons of progress in handling your emotions over the past few years, and you were proud of how you turned out because of it.
A lot of this progress was inspired by meeting your now-boyfriend, Ashton. When you first met him, you felt small and insecure. He brought you out of this slump and encouraged you to look on the bright side of things more often. His bubbly, yet focused attitude was contagious, and you soon found yourself feeling happy more days than not.
Just like every other person, though, you had your days when all the progress you made just seemed to go down the drain. All of the positive thoughts trampled by negative ones, and the desire to reach out for help squashed by the fear of disappointing anyone. Ashton always told you that if you felt bad, you could go to him for help and comfort, and you offered him the same. He took you up on the offer more often than you did, though. He’d been good recently about opening up and talking about anything that was making him feel bad, and you were so proud of him. You wanted so badly to be that strong, positive person in his life, though, and going to him for help made you feel weak and almost guilty for bothering him.
Today was one of those days where nothing was going right. You weren’t able to see Ashton that morning because he had to leave early to go to an interview (which obviously wasn’t his fault and you weren’t mad at him, it just sucked to not be able to start your day with him). The traffic on your way to work was terrible, of course making you late, and your boss chewed you out as soon as you walked in the front door of your office building, despite your near-perfect attendance record. The lunch you had brought was stolen by some co-worker who apparently thought that the Tupperware marked “Y/N” meant that it was up for grabs. And to top things off, your mother called you on your way home from work and stirred up a huge argument.
You hated fighting with your mother, or anyone for that matter, but your mom especially. She was one of those people who were never willing to take the blame for anything, always choosing to play the victim no matter the situation. She’d called you and scolded you for not checking in with her more, and when you told her that you called the house at least once a week and hardly anyone answered the phone, she put the blame on you. She tried to guilt you into coming home, saying things like, “Your father and I wouldn’t have to be out of the house and working so much if you were home to help out” and “Well you’re out there living with your boyfriend before marriage, which one of us is worse?”
All you wanted to do was go home, order Chinese takeout, and lay on the couch with Ashton for the rest of the night. Of course he wasn’t home when you got there, and you nearly cried instantly upon realizing this. Blinking fast to push back your tears, you searched the house for a sign of where he could be since he didn’t text or call you.
On the kitchen counter, you found a note written from him. There was no way to tell how long ago it was written, but it said, “Hey babe, went out to grab some bread and sugar cuz we were running low. I hope you had a great day, I love you, see you soon! -Love, the only person who calls you babe :) x”
You smiled a bit at the end of his note, and it made you feel somewhat better to know that he should be home soon. Instead of sitting around, you decided to take a quick shower in hopes that it would make you feel better. You even used the special body wash you usually saved for special occasions, wanting to do everything you could to turn your day around even though it was almost over.
Once you were done with your shower, you pulled on some sweatpants and one of Ashton’s sweatshirts, loving the way the sleeves fell past your hands. You brushed your hair and walked back downstairs, disappointed that Ashton still wasn’t home. Oh well, you thought, no biggie. He was probably on his way.
As you scrolled aimlessly through twitter, you came across a fairly rude tweet about yourself, insulting your appearance and saying you weren’t good enough to be dating “a member of 5sos.” 9/10 times you didn’t let the hate get to you, but this on top of everything else that had happened to you set you over the edge. You clicked the power button on your phone and pulled your knees up to your chest, finally letting out all of your tears and frustration.
Of course, this was the time Ashton decided to walk through the door. “Babe, I’m home!” you heard him call out before the front door shut behind him. You could hear him making his way through the kitchen and putting things away, and during this time you tried to desperately wipe away any evidence of your moment of weakness.
“Hey!” you chirped in what you hoped sounded like a cheerful tone when he walked into the living room. “How was your day?”
“It was alright, thanks for asking,” he replied vaguely as he sat down next to you. He gave you a suspicious look before continuing, “How about you? How was your day?”
You knew he was gonna ask, and you tried to mentally prepare yourself to lie to him, but your body betrayed you as your voice cracked while you replied, “It was really great.”
“Y/N,” Ashton said softly. He knew something was up. “What’s going on?”
With that, you fell apart. You started crying harder than before, and Ashton wrapped his arms around you to keep you together as your body wracked with sobs.
“Shhh shhh, you’re okay,” he tried to comfort you while you continued to cry. “You’re fine, it’s all gonna be okay, just let it out.”
After a couple more minutes of this, you finally began to calm down, and that was when the embarrassment hit. Obviously you’d cried in front of Ashton before, given how long the two of you had been dating, but it’d been a really long time since you cried this much around him. “I-I’m sorry,” you gasped out, still trying to catch your breath.
“Hey, no, don’t say that,” he replied, kneeling down in front of you and holding your hands. “It’s okay to cry, hell, I think I’ve cried more in front of you than you’ve cried in front of me.”
You giggled a bit at this, realizing that that was true. “I guess,” you nodded.
“Now do you wanna tell me what this was all about?” he asked, starting to rub comforting circles on your hands in an attempt to coax some information out of you.
You didn’t say anything for a moment. You knew Ashton wanted you to be able to open up to him, and after thinking about all the times he’d been vulnerable to you, you decided to tell him the truth. “I just had a really bad day.”
“Okay,” he nodded, giving your hands a light squeeze. “Keep going.”
“I was late for work and got yelled at by my boss because of it, some jackass stole my lunch so I wasn’t able to eat anything today, and my mom called me on my way home and started yelling at me for being selfish and not living with her and dad and helping out or whatever,” you ranted, breathing heavily by the end of it. You reflected on what you had said, and looking back at it, you realized that none of this was a super huge deal. “I’m sorry,” you continued, “I’m making it sound-”
“Hey,” Ashton interrupted. “Didn’t I tell you not to apologize?” When you sighed and nodded, he went on, “Well first things first, have you eaten anything since you got home?”
You shook your head and mumbled, “I just showered and changed clothes. I was gonna order Chinese.”
“Alright, we can do that,” he nodded. “But I also want you to know that no matter how small you think these things were, if they made you this upset, they’re obviously worth talking about and getting off your chest. I wanna be able to help you and make you feel happy, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what’s wrong. Even if it seem super insignificant.”
You nodded, understanding where he was coming from. You wanted the same from him. “Thank you,” you whispered, starting to tear up again out of gratitude for him.
“Hey hey hey, no more crying!” Ashton exclaimed, getting back on the couch and wrapping one of his arms around you. “Also, you should also know that your mom had no right to say those things to you.” Before you could interrupt and argue with him, he continued, “No matter what she says, you have the right to do whatever you want with your life. You aren’t selfish for looking out for yourself, and she shouldn’t make you feel guilty about moving out. That’s just part of growing up, ya know?”
“I know,” you chuckled. “I’ll try to not let it get to me.”
“That’s my girl,” he grinned, squeezing you to him once more before standing up. “Now you sit here and pick out a movie and I’ll order some Chinese food. How does that sound?”
“That sounds great, thank you so much Ash,” you smiled up at him. That was the first genuine smile you’d given to anyone all day, and you were grateful to Ashton for being able to pull that out of you.
“’Course, babe,” he winked, walking towards the kitchen. “And by the way, you smell good!”
I’m Back
Hey guys (or whoever is still here)! I realize that I haven’t posted an imagine on here in literally 3 years. A lot has changed since then! I graduated high school, I got a job, (I got 10x less ugly), and somehow along the way, I lost interest in our boys. I never stopped liking them, I just wasn’t as consumed by them as I was before.
But recently I’ve been catching up on songs I’ve missed and getting back into a near-obsession, and I think I’m ready to write again!
Just 10 minutes ago I was reading through my masterlist and cringing so hard at the way I used to write. Through these past 3 years, I’ve kept up various other imagine blogs, and my writing (at least in my opinion) has improved drastically. I hope you all will think so too!
So, that being said, my imagines/one-shots are going to be in a different format than the way they used to be. I’m gonna go ahead and leave up all of my old writings, but just be warned that they aren’t all that great! I’ll also be making a new masterlist with my new writings.
I think that’s everything! My inbox is open, so please feel free to send in any requests you may have! I’m gonna try to have something new posted shortly :)
hey you all should listen to me singing part of the piano version on This Is Gospel and tell me what you think???
also it ends really abruptly so just ignore that pls
some parts of it sound really gross but it’s whatever, ya’ know
Your Voice
PLEASE READ THIS A/N
Oh my gosh you guys, I am soooo sorry. I haven’t posted an imagine in forever! Finals are coming up soon, so I’ve been super busy studying for those. I should have told you guys what was going, and I didn’t. So for that, I apologize.
Buttt, I’m here now! I’m still studying for finals, but you guys deserve something for waiting so long.
(also, this wasn’t a requested imagine; I just thought of it. I currently have around 20 requests, so keep sending those in!)
Characters: You / Luke Summary: (ok luke is gonna be, like, super outgoing in this) You’re very shy, so you begin to worry that Luke wants you to be more outgoing.
The boys all laughed as Ashton finished telling his joke. You were sitting next to Luke, and his arm was wrapped around him.
You felt his body shake with laughter, and you looked up at him, smiling. You could listen to his laugh all day.
He looked down at you, grinning even more when he saw you staring at him. He pecked your nose quickly, making your nose scrunch up.
“Aw, you guys are too cute,” Calum joked with you the two of you, rolling his eyes playfully.
“Thanks,” Luke smirked, squeezing your shoulder.
“y/n, how come you don’t talk a lot?” Michael wondered. The question seemed to come from no where.
“Um, I dunno. Why?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows at the sudden question.
“I just feel like I’ve only actually heard your voice 5 times since you’ve started dating Luke...and that was, like, almost a year ago,” he answered.
“5 times is an exaggeration,” Luke spoke up, chuckling.
“Well, yeah. But I think y/n gets his point,” Ashton said.
“Yeah, I get it,” you nodded, suddenly feeling insecure. “I just haven’t had much to say.”
“Alright, then,” Michael shrugged, accepting your answer. The boys all then started talking again, your conversation forgotten.
You, however, were more self-conscious than usual. You knew that you didn’t talk that often, but you couldn’t help it. You were a naturally shy person.
“Hey, I’m gonna go get something to drink,” you told Luke, standing up. “Do you want anything?”
“No, I’m good. Thanks, though,” he replied, smiling at you before returning to his conversation with the boys.
You nodded and walked out of the room and into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. You leaned your head into your hands, feeling overwhelmed all of a sudden. Should I try to be more outgoing? you wondered. Luke had never gave his opinion on how quiet you were, so you didn’t know what he wanted from you.
You heard someone walk into the kitchen, so you lifted your head and looked up. Luke was standing there, looking at you with a concerned expression on his face.
“I thought you said you didn’t need anything,” you commented, opening a cabinet and taking out a glass.
“I don’t,” he said, coming over next to you. “You looked upset, though, so I came to see what was going on.”
Before even thinking about what you were saying, you blurted out, “Do you want me to be more outgoing?”
“What do you mean?” Luke wondered, tilting his head.
You sighed, not knowing why you had to explain yourself. “I know I don’t talk that often. I didn’t know that it was noticeable to other people, though...so I was just wondering if you would, ya’ know, like me more if I interacted with other people more often,” you sighed, looking down at the ground.
“y/n, c’mon. That’s ridiculous,” Luke scoffed.
“Is it really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
Luke sighed and lifted your head so that you were looking him right in his eyes. “y/n, I don’t want you to change. I love you just how you are, even if you don’t talk that often. That just makes the moments that you do talk even more special.”
You smiled a little before saying, “Wouldn’t you like it if I made more of an effort to talk to people, though?”
“It wouldn’t be a bad thing, but I don’t want you to change because you think that I want you to. The boys understand why you don’t talk so much. They don’t think any less of you, and neither do I.”
“Okay,” you nodded, feeling better. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” he grinned, kissing your forehead. “Now let’s go back in there.”
Request here
Look at these quality selfies i took in my brother’s friend’s hat.
guys c'mon i thought i looked hella cute??
Look at these quality selfies i took in my brother's friend's hat.
I dunno what my face is doing in the first pic. My brother had the flash on the camera and I wasn't expecting it... (i'm in the orange dress, btw)
I went to a wedding last night and kinda want to show you guys pictures, but idk if anyone would wanna see them. Would you guys be annoyed if I posted a few?
number 5 :)
A song that needs to be played LOUD:ok there are so many but rn i'm thinking Lost In Stereo by All Time Low :)
MUSIC ASKS these are actually pretty fucking hard but why not.
1: A song you like with a color in the title
2: A song you like with a number in the title
3: A song that reminds you of summertime
4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about
5: A song that needs to be played LOUD
6: A song that makes you want to dance
7: A song to drive to
8: A song about drugs or alcohol
9: A song that makes you happy
10: A song that makes you sad
11: A song that you never get tired of
12: A song from your preteen years
13: One of your favorite 80’s songs
14: A song that you would love played at your wedding
15: A song that is a cover by another artist
16: One of your favorite classical songs
17: A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke
18: A song from the year that you were born
19: A song that makes you think about life
20: A song that has many meanings to you
21: A favorite song with a person’s name in the title
22: A song that moves you forward
23: A song that you think everybody should listen to
24: A song by a band you wish were still together
25: A song by an artist no longer living
26: A song that makes you want to fall in love
27: A song that breaks your heart
28: A song by an artist with a voice that you love
29: A song that you remember from your childhood
30: A song that reminds you of yourself
Hi! I was scrolling through your blog and saw that you have super nice skin. Awesome. What skin care products do you use??
Aw you're so nice!! At the moment I'm not using anything specific.I used to take this medicine for my face bc I had really terrible acne, but you have to go to the dermatologist and get it prescribed.And I just drinks lots and lots of water!! :)
can you ship me pls?? I have dark brown very long hair, i'm about 5'3, i am a huge fangirl, brown eyes, and i like food and jamming out to music in my room :))
Hey! I think you would be cute with Michael :)
Masterlist?
If you're using the app, search "masterlist"I recommend that you don't use the app, though, because the most updated lists are under each boys' individual page, which have links to them on the mobile and desktop site.
