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[daycibelle]

“where the band is, home is.”

@5SOS

#10YearsOf5SOS📷 #5SOS📷 #5SecondsofSummer📷

[ghostofj]

Incorrect Quotes

Calum: Michael?

Michael: Yeah?

Calum: Do you love me?

Michael: I don't know, why?

Calum: Promise we'll be friends forever?

Michael: *agitated* Spit it out, Hood! What happened?

Calum: Duke told me he has a crush on Moosemoose.

[lovecourageforeternity]

Cleaning out my computer 💜

[shittyfandomimagines]

ocean eyes (l.h)

Word count: 1,868

Angst galore based off of ocean eyes (Billie Eilish)

GIF creds to owner,

Blue. I never was one to fall for that color of eyes, I was always fascinated by hazel eyes or brown eyes, something about the way light hit them. They held so many layers of beauty but then I saw his eyes, the ocean blue eyes that made me melt in a whole new way.

I hated those eyes though, only sometimes though. They made me angry when they held nothing but anger like they are right now. I can only see hostility and annoyance instead of the usual serenity and fun, I didn’t like it.

“Luke, I just want to talk about this, please.” I bit onto my lip harshly, I felt so weak under his stare. “You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to, I’m not forcing you to stay. I’m not going to beg you to be a supporter in my life if you don’t want to.” He snaps and I felt tears pool into my eyes as he just stared into mine blankly.

“I don’t want to lose you, I just don’t know why you can’t spend more time with me. I just wanted to ask you to be home more and support me for a change. You just party or have sessions with the boys, I want you to be happy and successful, but what about me?” My lips quivered as I tried not to let my voice waver.

“What about you? You live like a fucking happy and successful person too! You don’t have to pay for much and you get to stay in a fucking mansion in Los Angeles! I do a lot for you and I don’t have to, what else do you need from me?”

“I only needed you, needed you home maybe. Needed your comfort when you decided to stay at Calum’s house instead so you could finish a riff. Or when I had a cold and you didn’t even want to be near a sick person so you stayed in a hotel. I guess I’m just conceded and needed you.” I stared back into his eyes with just as much anger. I didn’t like looking at him when I was angry, it was like I lost a little love when I did.

“I guess you are just conceded.” He picked his keys up from the bar and made his way to the door. “If you walk out Luke, then it’s done. I’ll be gone too and I won’t be back.” I yelled when his hand met the handle.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” He yelled back before walking out of the door, he slammed it shut to the point where I jumped at the rattling of the picture frames. One hit the floor and glass shattered, I walked around the bar to investigate which picture it was. I knew the frame was in the shape of dog paws and it must’ve been the one of Petunia, Luke, and I when we first moved in. Easier times.

I pick up the glass to ensure Petunias safety, hers mattered more than mine. “Do you think he still loves me, Piggy?” I pet her soft skin and she whines a little. I had tears hitting her skin when I hugged her, my heart broke as she whined more, I knew she missed Luke too.

I made my way upstairs and to our designated storage room, I wanted nothing more to drag my suitcase out of the closet but I couldn’t. So instead I drug the shoebox of pictures out of the cabinet, at least I could look back at better times.

I flipped through some, most of them so far had been out individual pictures of our childhood. I found the 5sos pictures of their first venue and I smiled at the fetus look, my heart warmed because of their success, something I’d always support of Luke.

I flipped through different ones until I found our first picture from their whole family gathering, the Hemmings Barbecue Party, something they had every year and I was invited when we had been together around 5 months. I had known his immediate family for so long but to get to see his cousins and aunts was so fun.

I remember them swimming in the backyard, he had come out of the water and his cousin joked about how his eyes almost matched the color of the pool. His baby cousin saying mine matched the grass instead. Oh, how those eyes hurt you.

“Piggy, you would love Australia.” I rub her eyes and I put the picture back, I turn over a few more individual pictures before getting to the day we first moved in here. I remember looking into those eyes as he kissed my cheeks softly, he was grinning ear to ear with the happiness of being here with Piggy and me.

A teardrop hit the picture slowly, my eyes heavier and heart sadder than it has been in forever. I wiped it off the picture with my shirt, I had to put the box up before I had a mental breakdown.

I wonder if I’d ever make him as happy as I did when we first moved into this house or even when we confessed our love to each other while being drunk off our asses. I didn’t think love was real until I looked into the depths of his eyes as he said it, we were holding hands as we were about to exit out of the car for an award show, he was nervous and shaky. He said it with fear and hope, his eyes twinkled when they made my happy ones, oh to be back to that day.

I finally grab the suitcase when my heart decided it was time to pack up, it was just too far along to replace all of the hurt. Too many slammed doors and raised voices. Too many jumps without being caught, knowing I had a fear of falling.

I fold my favorite comfy clothes into the suitcase as I knew I wouldn’t need fancy clothes during this type of heartache.

Once all of my sweat pants and tops were folded neatly, I zipped up the bag and put the wheels onto the floor. Piggy and I made our way downstairs to the kitchen, I pulled out a puppy pad and filled up both of her bowls.

“Petunia, I love you more than life itself. I’m going to miss and I’ll text your daddy that you’re home alone. I don’t want you starving or peeing everywhere. You’re amazing.” I kiss all over her face and I heard her whines, I knew her doggy intuitions we’re kicking in. Something is wrong. Very wrong.

I turned the main lights off as I made my way to the door, leaving a note by the key holder. I always left the lamps on for Luke to have a path whenever he came home, or if he even would come home. The note explained that I was out of his hair and that there wasn’t an apparent reason to fight for me anymore. I wasn’t worthy of a fight anyways.

Just as my hand went to reach the handle when it started to turn on its own, Luke’s lanky body busted through the door, my face only an inch from getting the shit knocked out of it.

I tried to bypass by him with my suitcase, but he yanked it out of my hands. “Where are going?” He asks and I laugh. “I told you it was the last time Luke, I’m leaving.” I surprisingly stood my ground.

“Not without a fight from me.” He crossed his arms, I took that opportunity to yank my suitcase back. “A fight is what got us here, so I’m leaving Luke. I fed Piggy and I’m headed out now. I’ll come back for any other items of mine.” I open the door once again and he slammed it shut. He took my suitcase from my hand, walked to the living room and dumped its contents onto the couch, and then walked back to me. “Luke! You’re being fucking childish.” I push his chest and move past him to my now dumped clothes.

“You’re the one leaving!” He yells back and I found myself laughing at that. “You fucking walked out when I told you I would leave if you did!” I screamed and he slumped slightly. “But I didn’t even leave the driveway! So technically I didn’t leave the house completely. I saw you turn the lights off but leave the lamps on, so I figured you were going to bed. I didn’t want you going to sleep angry so I came in to talk to you.” He was crossing his arms and huffing loudly.

“You’re not going to miss much when I’m gone, just a punching bag really.” I folded the things neatly, I was beyond annoyed and above hurt. “You’re not my punching bag.” He uncrosses his arms and I stop my movements abruptly.

When I finally look up at him I saw the tears in those ocean eyes, the ones who hurt me the most earlier. “The way you so effortlessly hurt me, looked me in the eyes knowing I was going to cry as you told me I was conceded. You walked out of that door knowing I wanted to leave and you didn’t stop there. You’re done using me.” I start to stack the clothes back into the suitcase.

“I do use you and I can’t even deny that. I don’t use you as a punching bag but I use you as a crutch, friend, lover, roommate, potential wife, and everything I need. You are my life and I know I’ve been an ass but I still love you.”

“Sorries don’t fix my sorrows, Luke. You ask me to jump and I say how high, well once you come up you only have a straight way down and you know I have a fear of falling. I fell for you and fall for you every day yet I actually thought you’d catch me. I’m done, Luke. I’m done jumping.” I zip the case up and stick it on the ground.

“I don’t want you to leave, I said hurtful things but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore. You’re my girlfriend and I’m beyond in love with you. I can’t lose you.” He was bawling at this point, I hated that I wanted to punch myself for making those pretty blue eyes cry. Then again, he deserved the pain I’ve felt for a while now.

“I need space.”

I walk past him and out to my car, I couldn’t handle looking into those ocean eyes. They were more than just a color, they were a current. They were the waves crashing on the shore, showing the serenity of the oceans natural power. They held all the love and emotion for humans to see. They were riptides that sucked you up when you were trying to have fun, they fight to get to shore and to breath on your own. They weren’t a color, they were a force of earths control.

[5saucedeluxe-blog]

I CAN'T HANDLE!!! OMG, THEY DESERVE SO BAD, I'M SO HAPPY!!!! CONGRATS @5sos 🔥🖤

[ashton-ma-bestfriend]

Has anyone bought a 5SOS bomber Jacket?

I low key want one for my birthday (which is tomorrow yay!!) but I don’t really know anything about the quality and arrival dates and stuff like that. So if anyone could give me their reviews and advice that would be bomb-er! 😂

[mrsallamerican0707]

I always thought “what if a huge group of fans somehow could coordinate to do the Hakka at a show”. Cal would be floored.

[notreallyluke-blog1]

5sos: *releases a release date for “want you back” on a release date* Fandom: