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me: i want to have sex 

someone: just go out and have a one night stand with someone it’s not that hard 

me and my emotional monogamy craving ass:

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Masterlist

Masterlist

Blurbs:

Calum:

One Night c.t.h

High c.t.h

Best Friends c.t.h

Michael:

bittersweet m.g.c

Hate m.g.c

Luke:

Frienemies l.r.h

Ashton:

Coffee a.f.i

Fanfictions:

Michael: 0.1  0.2  0.3  0.4

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Just one little problem

Request: your roommate’s best friend is obnoxious but also kinda really hot?? with Mike

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Your roommate is awesome. Calum is quiet, funny, dorky, talented, and 100% will fight anyone who says anything out of place to you. You absolutely love him and wouldn’t exchange him for the world. There’s just one little problem.

The little problem being his not-so-little, incredibly loud, pseudo punk rock obnoxious best friend. Michael spends half of his time in your shared apartment, having no regards to either privacy or politeness as he plays video games until your head hurts, eats all of your food and never cleans up after him.

That’s not even with counting the amount of indiscrete, even crude questions he asks you, or the fact that he once brought a girl home. In your bedroom. But what makes it so much worse, the one thing that is absolutely unacceptable, is that he’s kinda really hot. Like, really. And it ruins your life.

Temptation is part of what makes him the devil, you remind yourself as you enter your living-room to find him sprawled on the couch once again, his tight-jeans clad legs spread and head leaned back exposing a sharp jaw and much-too-pretty collarbones. Why the fuck does he have to be such an ass?

You sigh loudly, signaling your presence and annoyance at the same time. And really, whenever Michael’s in the room, the two go hand in hand.

“Did you get thrown out of your apartment? Roommate got tired of you yet?”

He scoffs, not even looking your way.

“Not quite, princess. People don’t just get tired of me.”

“I seem to be the exception then,” you grumble. “Get off my couch, go home. Cal’s not here.”

Finally he opens his eyes, green orbs focusing on you as a sly smirk forms at his lips.

“I know he isn’t. You know what we should do?”

“What should we do, Michael?” You ask tiredly.

You might as well answer; he won’t let go unless he gets to say his punch line.

“I don’t know…how do you usually like it?”

You throw a pillow at his face and he laughs loudly.

“I can’t believe how immature you are,” you mutter.

“I can’t believe you’re such a prude,” he shoots back immediately. “Remember that time you walked in on me and that girl? You legit screamed.”

“You were in my room. In my bed. Excuse me if I was slightly surprised, not to mention absolutely horrified.”

Michael rolls his eyes, a superior smirk glued to his face.

“Come on, don’t tell me you’ve never done it on someone else’s bed.”

“Not without asking!”

He laughs once before suddenly stopping, eyes sparkling as he surveys you.

“So you have done it on someone else’s bed. Was it Calum’s?”

You scoff, unwilling to play into his games, and instead turn back to the kitchen. You place a bowl on the ground and pour some cat food in it, calling the black kitten your parents left you today. The small ball of fur meows and hurries towards the food, purring loudly as it does.

Before you know it, Michael is in the kitchen, all laziness forgotten as he stares at the kitten wide-eyed.

“Oh my god. Since when do you have a cat?”

“It’s my parents,” you answer, looking at him strangely. “They’re going away for a week so I’m keeping it for them. What, are you allergic or something?”

“No, fuck no,” he breathes. “Hey baby,” he croons, crouching next to the kitten, and scratches behind its ears.

“Um?”

You’ve never seen Michael act that way, ever, and you’re a bit at a loss. You’d even rather have him be an ass. At least you know how to deal with that. But a love-struck acting-like-a-sweetheart Michael? No thank you.

“Can I keep him?” Michael suddenly asks.

“Uh, no? Why the hell should you keep it?”

“Calum doesn’t like cats but I love them please I’d take so good care of him. I’d even stay away from your apartment please, please just let me keep him.”

You blink.

“Once again, no? It’s my parents’ and however much your offer about not showing your face here sounds tempting, I don’t exactly trust you with another living being.”

“I’m hurt,” Michael pouts. “Isn’t she mean?” He asks the kitten, which simply purrs in bliss as it’s being petted just the right way. “Yes she is. She wants to separate us,” he gasps, “can you imagine? The cruelty.”

“I can’t believe this,” you half-scoff, half-laugh.

As if on automatism, Michael replies:

“That’s what she said.”

“Oh good, you’re still Michael. I thought he might have been replaced by some strangely sweet doppelganger. Wonder how I could have explained that to Calum.”

For the first time since he came into the kitchen, Michael looks away from the kitten and meets your eyes, scrunched nose and raised eyebrows showing you just how unimpressed he is by your comment.

“Wow, that’s hilarious. Ha-ha.”

“Is that what she said when she saw your dick?” I retort.

Michael blinks, destabilized for a second before regaining countenance, a smirk slowly pulling at his lips again.

“Nah, pretty sure it was in the lines of ‘please, oh fuck please’.”

And it’s the way he says it, the way his voice goes a little higher-pitched and he throws his head back, closing his eyes as if in extreme pleasure, that does it. Heat surges between your legs and you narrow your eyes at him, trying to downplay just how fucking hot that was.

“Get out of my house Clifford.”

“Not without the kitten.”

“Oh come on, like you don’t get enough pussy everyday,” you mutter angrily under your breath.

It’s silent for a few seconds and you look up to see Michael staring at you, his eyes alight with humor and a disbelieving grin at his lips.

“Did you. Did you just—“ And then he explodes in a hearty laugh because apparently stupid puns are his thing. “I can’t believe—“

“Just fuck off will you?”

“No…” he drags the word out, still laughing lowly as he stumbles towards you.

Your eyes widen and you back up until you’re leaning against the wall, Michael still walking towards you until his mouth is on yours, chuckling in between soft kisses.

“What the—Get off me!”

You’re about 100% sure that his reaction to your not-even-a-joke isn’t normal. And why is he still kissing you?

“Clifford seriously what are you doing?” You gasp out, pushing him away.

He just shakes his head and smiles, and it’s the kind of beautiful, disarming smile that renders you an emotional mess. Unfair.

“You are the most ridiculous, spiteful, bitchy little thing I’ve ever met,” he says, swallowing your outraged gasp in another kiss. “But fuck, I want you.”

His lips move against yours expertly until you’re coerced to answer, kissing him back a little hesitantly. But then he bites your lower lip, and fuck, that does things to you, so instantly your lips part and he deepens the kiss, his tongue slowly exploring your mouth.

One of his hands rests on your hip while the other is on your jaw, guiding you to him as he continues deepening the kiss, his tongue stroking yours sensually until your hands grab hold of his hair and tug him closer almost desperately. With your bodies flush together, you can feel every part of him against you in a way that has you moaning against his mouth.

The scent of him invades you, citrus and something muskier that you can’t identify but fuck, you can’t get enough. Your breaths slowly go erratic as you capture each other’s mouths again and again, and the second you suck on his tongue, he lets out a choked moaning sound that sends a shiver down your spine.

Finally you break the kiss, reality crashing into you as you remember that this is Michael Clifford, the boy that has every girl wrapped around his fingertip and that you promised yourself you wouldn’t fall prey for. Cursing, you push him away.

“Get off me Clifford. I’m not one of your bitches.”

He ignores your words, instead pressing a kiss at your jugular before placing his mouth by your ear.

“You don’t think I see how much you want me,” he breathes, rough and deep as he presses his lower body into yours, causing a shallow moan to escape you. “You’re just strutting around here getting all frustrated and it. Drives. Me. Insane.” He punctuates every word with a movement of his hips that has you gasping.

“You. I hate you,” you say fiercely, pulling him away from you by his hair (no, the loud moan he lets out doesn’t make your knees buckle) and forcing him to look down on you. “What fucking right do you have to walk into my house, demand my cat and then assault me?”

He opens his mouth but you cut him off, tugging his hair roughly and trying hard to ignore the gasp of mixed pain and pleasure he lets out.

“No you fucking let me speak. You can’t just barge into my apartment like you own the place, sitting there and looking like fucking sin. That’s not okay; you’re not allowed to do that to me. I won’t let you play me like you play all the girls. So just. Get out!”

Michael looks at you incredulously for a few seconds before grinning slyly, putting his hands on each side of your head. He dips his head and kisses your neck once.

“Looking like fucking sin, huh?”

“Michael stop.” Your voice is hard, suffering no contradictions.

He pulls away slightly to look at you, his eyes earnest and light green and dammit, this is why you never let yourself properly look at him. He’s way too pretty for you to handle.

“You’re not like all the girls.”

You give him a disbelieving look, and he smirks.

“Do you honestly think I could treat you like shit and survive? Calum’s got a mean right hook.”

You laugh at that.

“Okay true.”

“So why don’t you just lend me the kitten, take the time alone to think about it, and get back to me later?”

“I knew this was just a ploy to get the kitten! Walk away, Clifford, walk away. I’ll never give you Pokemon.”

“Pokemon. He’s called Pokemon?”

“Don’t judge me,” you mutter, and his eyes widen.

“You called him Pokemon? I think I’m in love.”

“Oh god.”

“Michael will suffice.”

And that’s when you get enough of him, because you push him away and slap his arm. Unfortunately he jumps away, and the momentum causes you to fall on your butt. Michael is set off, and he laughs and laughs and laughs despite your yells that it’s not that funny, hard enough that literal tears shine in his eyes.

“You’re so fucking stupid oh my god,” you scoff as you get up on your feet.

The second you’re standing; Michael grabs your arm and pulls you to him, kissing you hard. This time you don’t hesitate before kissing him back, yanking a little at his hair to make him pay and stop fucking laughing. It works, because he lets out a groan instead and pulls you closer, and god knows how far it would have come if not for the loud curse coming from the living room.

“Why the fuck is there a cat here? Who brought the devil inside my house?”

Michael and you share a look before exploding in yet another fit of giggles. Seems like you might not be an exception to the rule after all.

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Imagine you and Calum being roommates but also exes. The two of you had pretty much grown up together but had always been suspiciously close. Your parents had always encouraged your relationship, and one day the two of you decided to give it a go. You loved him, he loved you. It would have been the perfect relationship if he hadn’t have cheated. Part of you still doesn’t understand how you were able to forgive him but, actually, he told you the truth straight away. He had come to you, looked you in the eyes, and said “I’ve cheated. I’ve fucked up, and I’m sorry.” You were hurt. Very hurt, in fact. But because he had owned up straight away, you decided to give him the chance to explain himself. And despite the fact he had hurt you, you realised after talking to him about it, that your relationship was built up mostly on the pressure your parents had put on you to be a couple. And for all the relationship was nice, and you did love each other, you both agreed that going back to being friends was a smarter idea than carrying on as a couple that weren’t even sure if being a couple was exactly what they wanted, so you both agreed to break it off. Neither of you told your parents that Calum had cheated because you had put that behind you, you just told them that you thought it wasn’t working out but that you were still going to be best friends. You moved in together when the two of you started university and things could not be better between the two of you. You’ve had a couple of relationships since yours and Cal’s came to an end, as has he. His has been a bit more casual than yours but he has been casually dating the same girl for about six months now, so it’s kind of a serious-casual relationship. You, however, have tended to stick to serious relationships. You liked the feeling of security they gave you, because you hate the feeling of not knowing where you stand with someone. So you’d think that when your current boyfriend asked you to move in with him, you’d have been a little bit more thrilled. But your very obvious hesitation combined with the first thing you said in response being, “but what about Calum?” told you that moving in with this guy is not on the agenda for you. Calum was sprawled across the sofa watching a Foo Fighters documentary when you got back, and barely even acknowledged your return, other than giving you a raised eyebrow and a simple “hey” before turning his attention back to the television. You sat around for an hour or so, playing on your phone, reading the paper a hundred times over; doing everything you could think of to take your mind off of the endless questions soaring through your head, but to no avail. Why did you tell your boyfriend you would have to think about moving in with him before accepting (or declining) his offer? You’ve been together a while and it’s the obvious next step, so what stopped you from saying yes straight away? And why did the first thing that had to fly out of your mouth have to be something about Calum? Is Calum the reason you’re hesitant to accept your boyfriend’s offer? Are you so comfortable around Calum that you don’t think you would be able to enjoy living with your boyfriend, the man you’re supposed to love? Might you still be in love with Calum, without even realising it was love you were feeling for him? You’re instantly snapped out of your thoughts when Calum drums his hands loudly on the surface of the dining table. “Sorry…I didn’t see you there.” You apologised as he looked at you and laughed. He asks what you’re thinking about, clearly noticing you’re being unusually distant, and without even stopping to think about what you’re saying, you respond with “you.” He looked at you slightly taken aback and lost for words, but both cheeks blushed pink. You could have told him anything. You could have said how cool you thought it was that you’ve known each other for years and you’re still best friends. You could have told him that his hair looked nice today, or that you liked his T-Shirt, or that you were going to ask him if he wanted to order pizza. You could have had a number of believable excuses to give him as to why you had him on your mind, but instead you had to respond to your own words with wide eyes and a shock gasp, telling Calum that even you couldn’t believe what you had just said, telling him further that your thoughts were only in a specific context. “Oh…I didn’t think you still thought of me like that” he commented shyly. You shrugged your shoulders back casually, “Perhaps I never really did stop thinking of you like that.” That surprised the two of you more, not because you hadn’t meant to say it, but because you were so confident when you did say it. He didn’t react at first, but his face suddenly lit up into a sweet smile and his cheeks blushed even darker. “Well I’ve been thinking about you too” he confesses shyly, “and not in the platonic way either.” You told Calum about your boyfriend asking you to move in with him, and explained how it was that that made you realise that you still had feelings for him. He admitted that he had realised it a long time ago but hadn’t wanted to put you in an awkward position when he was convinced you didn’t feel the same. You spent the rest of the night watching television, eating pizza and laughing at each other’s jokes. You ended up falling asleep with your head pressed against his chest and your arm hugging into his body. You woke up the next morning lying in Calum’s bed, him obviously having carried you to bed when you had fallen asleep the previous night, with him somewhere in the kitchen making breakfast. The next step came easily and soon the two of you were official, but this time you were together because you wanted to be, and not because that’s what your parents wanted, which is how the two of you knew this go of the relationship would stand a better chance than the previous one. You and Calum are major power couple goals now so well done u.

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hey home dogs, i’m commin’ at you hot with the highly requested masterlist. i realize i only write luke, so no need to lecture me (i made a post already explaining why i do what i do) :-)

anywho, ignore my badly thought out titles and i hope you enjoy reading !!

all the love to my loves *mwuah* - mel

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LUKE BLURBS

waking up w/ lukey

frisky baseball game ???

picking up bestfriend!luke @ the airport

co-worker barista!luke

* surprising bestfriend!luke on tour

* roommate!luke being a cutie

* idk what to call this but it’s late night emotional bestfriend!luke

* getting in a little fight w/ college!luke (my fav tbh)

* staying the night for the first time @ lukey’s

another morning w/ lukey

fun & frisky movie date ???

lukey getting you matching best friend necklaces

luke being your family’s pool boy

bestfriend!luke’s 19th birthday

* movie night w/ the gang + declared feelings

* 3 am thoughts w/ bestfriend!luke

* watching finding nemo w/ boyfriend!luke

meeting the tall dork @ a chill punk kinda concert

math tutor neighbor!luke fluff

* idk what to call this one either but it’s student!luke gah just read it

corn maze w/ corny boyfriend!luke (ha)

bestfriend!luke taking an early flight home for the holidays

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[kacieblogs-deactivated20170705]

What happened to that calum smut where he fucks his best friend, that one you wrote called Pancakes??? It was really good and now it's not here.

I felt like it was too short and it didn’t have enough context but i just read over it and did some rewriting and it’s still pretty short, but here it is: 

Calum was ballsdeep in heaven.

He couldn’t quitewrap his head around what he was doing, his best friend below him with hermouth ajar, eyes rolling back in her head as she clawed at his back. He wasreveling in the feeling of her blunt nails with blue chipped polish digginginto his warm, brown skin. He couldn’t stop watching her, his brain fuzzy withalcohol and the pleasure rumbling in his belly. She was whimpering with him,their noises in perfect unison, making a beautiful melody that he wanted torecord and play on repeat. 

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calum is so done with lukes shit

[lyjerria]

I pray that every woman finds someone that makes you feel like relationships really don’t have to be so hard. They don’t have to take such a big toll on you emotionally. You’re supposed to be indescribably happy

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Luke resting his nose on the mic (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ x

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this dog getting washed with bouncy music in the background is like a genre of its own

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I needed this more than I care to admit

[teenfictionauthor]

Dating/Marrying Michael would include...

- Slapping your ass, CONSTANTLY - Him begging you to watch/join him playing video games - “We should start like a gaming channel.” - He would honestly just walk around the house naked 👏 all 👏 the 👏 time 👏 - He would get SO jealous when you talk to other guys - Him calling you kitten - Him getting you a kitten - “It’s so fluffy, just like my hair.” - Him never wanting you to shower without him - “Babe, come sit on my face.” - He would be giving you guitar lessons here and there and would get SO proud and excited when you learned a new chord. - “Babe, can we get Panda Express?” - TBH he would totally be down for you guys watching porn together - “All in saying is guitarist are natural just good with their fingers.” - Michael grabbing a can of whipped cream “Babe, you ready for dessert?” - “How old does our kid have to be before I can start dying their hair?” - He would absolutely PRAISE your tits - Michael would always want you to ride him so he could watch your tits bounce in his face - When he cums he would always grunt out something like “Jesus Christ I’m so fucking lucky.”

[smokinbyelevn]

roommate!calum would bring a different girl home every weekend. you didn’t mind, except for on the nights when they were too drunk or too loud and made a mess everywhere but seeing calum have fun with different people constantly started to make you a little jealous. you didn’t think you were jealous of those girls though, no, no it couldn’t be that you liked this gorgeous guy you’d been living with for a few months. so, you decided to bring home a guy one night. just after calum and one of his new one night stands stumbled into the apartment, you did too. you’d already forgotten this guys name and you were slightly tipsy- you just really didn’t care. after only a couple minutes of him being there, you couldn’t go through with it, you had to kick him out. however, calum didn’t know that nothing happened and his jealousy shows the next morning. he grumbles on while the two of you are eating breakfast about how he seen the guy you were with and you should be more careful and eventually you just roll your eyes and blurt, “for someone who has different girls with him every week, you shouldn’t be getting jealous.” and he can’t even deny it- his face blushes deep red and he almost looks a little hurt when he confesses, “i only have them because i can’t have you.” and you take a deep breath in before sighing, “who says you cant have me?”

roommate!5sos/stoner!5sos blurb night with defcliff0rd !! send us/tag us in your writing or send requests

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Roommate

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“I swear, I fucking hate you sometimes.” I muttered to Luke. My blood boiled incessantly as we glared daggers towards each other.

We’ve been fighting quite a lot recently. Today’s fight was no less an exception, and it was a pretty fucking stupid reason at that. We had a tiny argument over him eating all the cookies before I was able to even wake up. He knew I made it and I had every goddamn right to be mad, but the boy still acted as if I were overreacting.

“You can make more, fucker! I don’t know why you’re mad - you had some yesterday.”

We were so close to each other that I can see the way his scruff was lazily unkempt. His eyes were full of annoyance from what I can tell and I knew I looked the same.

“I’m honestly tempted to fight you.” I huff, fisting the fabric at my sides to refrain myself from smacking him.

A smirk rose on to his lips that was so sweet that it was hard to not want to deck him. “Well then, do it! Oh wait, you fucking can’t.” He turned around on his heel and made his way down to his room and I let out a frustrated scream.

Luke and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. It was the classic “friends since childhood” scenario - he did stupid shit to me once when we were little, I retaliated in a similar manner, and then we became friends. We did everything together - we went to school together, went to each other’s house everyday, and had sleepovers together (on the rare occasions my parents would let me since I had the anatomy to birth children and he had the ability to help in that—not that we would do anything like that, but still.) It was only a matter of time before we were to move in with each other.

It’s always been a perfect friendship between the two of us - we seemed to act like an old married couple in ways. But of course, people fight every so often and when he keeps eating all the damn food in the house, of course I’m going to get pissed off. Especially when the smug fucker has the audacity to defend himself.

We’ve been fighting a hell of a lot lately - especially after he broke house code for the eighth time and made a girl leave the house after he was done doing the do with her. I mean, it’s his life and I don’t give a flying fuck who he wants to shag - he could do it with Michael for all I care - but he didn’t even have the audacity to let her stay over and make her breakfast the next day.

I know it’s not even a big deal, but I know I’ve taught him better than that. He knows how to properly treat a human being and unless the girl leaves in the morning while he’s still asleep, he should do better than just kick a girl out. And again, I taught Luke to be a good human being so when I confronted him about it, I definitely didn’t expect us to get into a heated argument, one of the worst ones we’ve ever had. Even worse than the aftermath of him trying to fight my now ex-boyfriend.

We didn’t talk for a week after that cookie fight. It’s so silly that we got into an argument over food, but it’s mainly left over tension from the fight we had about him breaking the house rule that I stressed towards him when we moved in with each other over a year ago.

He constantly came home late during the week of complete silence we upheld towards each other, that is if he came home at all. I hated to say it with my ongoing anger towards the boy, but I was worried. Luke wasn’t one to be reckless but with his actions recently, he has got me pretty anxious if he’ll even come home safe or not. Of course, out of my complete egotistical ass, I didn’t voice these feelings toward him and only would ask the boys (who were the ones that were always out with him) to make sure he’s ok.

Tonight was night eight of our silent fight and he returned home drunker than the other times. I left my room when I heard the door open and Luke stumbled in along with Michael, Calum, and Ashton, who were notably more sober than the bumbling idiot that had a slice of lime in his breast pocket. They seemed to be pretty worried and I’m pretty sure it’s due to the state Luke’s in.

“Y/N… ” Calum sighed out, relieved to see me. I nod, nervousness setting into the bottom of my stomach as I watched Luke totter onto the couch with the help of Ashton.

“What happened?” I asked breathily. I move towards Luke, trying to get a better look at him.

Calum sighed and I turned back to him before he started to rub the back of his neck. “We lost him. He said he was going to the washroom and I went with him but when I was washing my hands, he walked out. It took us awhile but he was at a different bar across the street.” Calum sighed again before continuing. “I’m so sorry Y/N - just look at him. We were going to take him to the ER but he kept telling us not to, that he just wanted to come home to see you… ” Calum muttered. I nod, thoroughly worried for my friends, especially Luke.

“Do you guys want to stay over? I cleaned the house yesterday so nothing is cluttered and you guys can take the guest room and my room. I’ll stay with Luke.” I offered, not wanting to let the boys go home at this time. They shook their heads.

“We don’t want to burden you, especially with Luke in the state he’s in. But thanks anyway, Y/N.” Ashton replied, turning to look at me for a second before turning back to his friend. My eyebrows furrow.

“It’s late and you guys are staying here. Ok? I don’t want any of you getting hurt.”

We all slowly dispersed after about thirty minutes of giving Luke water and some crackers. The boys tried to convince me to let them take care of Luke but I managed to shoo them away so they could properly rest. I could manage him properly.

“Y/N, you make me sad.” Luke slurred out, twirling a piece of my hair between his fingers before he curled it behind my ear. Shivers ran down my back while his hand lingered on my neck.

“Why?” I ask quietly to make sure I won’t wake the boys up.

“Because I made you mad and that made me sad. I was like, ‘why can’t I just make her happy for once?’ then I went out to drink. I was so sad Y/N, I thought you didn’t like me anymore. I thought you didn’t wanna be friends anymore and I was sad.” He gagged slightly before continuing, "And I have a secret and it’s important but I can’t tell you it cuz if I do it won’t be a secret anymore, Y/N! You like secrets, right Y/N? Can I call you that? Y/N. What a nice name. You know what else is a good name? Landon. I like it cuz it has an L in it, like my name. When we have kids we’re gonna name them all Landon, ok? That’s a nice name, huh Y/N? Unless you don’t like it. Then I hate that name. Name’s awful.”

I uneasily giggle and cut him off. “I like the name.”

“Should I change my name to Landon so you’ll like me too?”

“I like your name too, you don’t need to change it.” I respond, wiping a wet towel over his forehead and making a gesture to make him stop talking so loud.

“You like my name more, right?”

“Of course.”

“So then we should name all of our kids Luke then, right? Wait, no, that’d be weird cuz how are we going to know which gift is which on Christmas?” I laugh again as Luke’s eyes looked worriedly into mine. I shook my head.

“Same with the name Landon, then.”

Luke’s eyes lit up and a smile rose upon his face and he nodded, “Oh, yeah. You’re so smart Y/N, what would I do without you? You’re so smart and pretty and great and I just wish you’d love me back!” My breath hitched. "Isn’t that a concept? I love you, but don’t tell anyone. Everyone knows but you so you promise you’re not gonna say anything?” I nod absentmindedly.

“Yeah, of course, bud.” It was silent for awhile after that, Luke humming the tune to some old songs of his and playing with my hands. He occasionally picked up the vomit bucket we had and hurled in it but always went back to playing with my fingers. It was when he started to shut his eyes a little longer before he reopened them that I decided it was time to go to his bed.

“Hey, Luke, come on. Let’s go to bed.” He shook his head and yanked my arm back down gently so that I was sitting back on the couch.

“I’m so tired, Y/N, but you’re so beautiful and I’m not sure if I’m ready to go to bed knowing I won’t remember this.” He muttered out. His eyes were half shut and I can tell he was sobering up by now - it has been a good couple hours since they’ve come back so it was pretty normal to happen.

My heartbeat picked up at his compliment but I kept my face neutral, as if I were tired (and I was, but I’m also very very fucking anxious too.)

“Not that you’re not beautiful all the time - fuck I wish you weren’t as exquisite inside and out so I don’t have to feel this way - but right now the alcohol is too much and the light is illuminating your face and I’m so in love.” Luke blubbered out.

“Thank you, Luke. But you need to get to bed.”

It took a bit of convincing as well as some negotiating, so I ended up having to sleep on the same bed as Luke (which wasn’t much of a bargain since I was supposed to sleep on the bed with him, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.)

Luke was a really cuddly person. Even when we were still living next door to each other, he always loved having me as a cuddle buddy. So it took to no surprise to me when Luke tugged my body close to him.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry for being such an ass and coming home late every night piss drunk. I’m sorry. Do you still love me?”

“Of course I love you Luke.”

“Y/N, you don’t understand - ” He started, but I cut him off.

“Go to bed.” I was damn well curious about what he was going to say, but I didn’t want him to say shit he’ll regret saying later. So I swallowed my pride and let the thought pester me as his snores began to fill the room.

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lmao im so here for bff!5sos and roommate!5sos so i made this thingy. idk if its good but i was feeling it y’know. it’s late and i should be asleep but here i am, posting this imagine at 2:43 a.m. this is sort of angst but not? what is this

p.s. LOL I SAW THE PIC OF IRRELEVANT AND LUKE ON HER INSTA IM CRYING AND ALSO A GRANNY PORN BLOG LIKED THE PICS OF ME IM DEAD

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Roommate!Luke inviting you for a self made dinner at your shared flat to which you agree. Not happily agree because Luke just cooks when his heart gets broken and his girl had ripped him apart - again. Luke fell for a girl years ago even before he became your roommate. And since then everything went downhill. They were always fighting, breaking and making up and you couldn’t quite understand why Luke was with her in the first place. She was pretty but annoying, controlling, jealous and rude. She even wanted him to move out since you could be a competition for her. It was ridiculous, not because you had no feelings for Luke -man you’ve bern head over heels for him from the start - but because Luke was probably the most loyal man on earth. But his girlfriend didn’t deserve him. To know he was down again hurt you as well. You were prepared for his tears, his heart melting bear hug and his depressining thoughts but not with a perfect meal, two plates and a bottle of wine and a candle on the table and for sure not a happy Luke. “There you are. ’ve been waiting for you all day” he mumbled nuzzling into the crook of your neck while hugging you tight. “We broke up” he said and you sighed. “No, not like that. For real this time. Because I might heard that a beautiful lady is interested in me. A lady who I do like a lot” he winked at you, kissing your cheek. It was nothing you expected but you weren’t complaining if Luke finally saw in you what you saw in him

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