#cake drabble

[5sos-angststories]

Home (Cake)

“So do you miss home?”

It was a pretty standard interview question. One they got a lot. The usual reply was just yes, but this time Luke wanted to give a more elaborate and perhaps more honest answer.

“When you live like we do traveling all the time, home isn’t really a place anymore, like if your family is with you on Christmas it could be anywhere in the world and still be home. Home is more about who you’re surrounded with. ”

After the interview the boys went back to their hotel rooms. Calum and Luke had insisted on sharing a room this time, they got an odd look Ashton and a rather inappropriate remark from Michael. But they got things the way they wanted.

“Wanna know where my home is?” Luke asked Calum as he walked out of the hotel bathroom and sat down on the double bed.

“Sure” the man responded not really expecting what came next.

“Right here” Luke said.

“Switzerland?” Calum asked dumbfounded

“No you idiot”

Luke laughed. Then hugged Calum and nuzzled his head into the older mans chest.

“Right here, in your arms”

“You’re unbearably cheesy right now Luke, are you drunk?” Calum asked laughing a little.

“Cal I’m serious. You never fail to make me smile, when I’m sad or scared you never fail to calm me. Throughout these years, when everything else changed, when everyone told me who to be, your arms were always a place where i could just be Lukey, not poptstar Luke, not role model Luke, not anything anyone else imposes. I’ve never felt as safe with anyone as I’ve felt with you”

“I- I don’t know what to say Luke” Calum uttered a little overwhelmed by what his boyfriend just said.

Luke tilted his head upwards, looking Calum in the eyes.

“You don’t need to say anything, you just need to know that I couldn’t have handled everything that comes with this life without you”

Luke smiled as he felt Calum’s hand put a strand of hair behind his ear before resting it on his cheek.

“Well I wouldn’t want this life without you”

Calum barely got the sentence out before he felt a pair of lips on his. The kiss was passionate yet gentle. Calum’s hands ran trough Luke’s blond curls. Luke’s hands trough Calum’s dark ones. Eventually they layed down, foreheads touching and smiling like idiots.

“I love you” Calum said first.

“I love you too, you are my home” Luke replied.

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This is my first 5sos writing. Tell me what you think

[cupcakemash]

Cake Drabble: Untitled

here’s another lame attempt. I wasn’t going to do it, but I did tell 5soscake-bakery that I was going to do it. I can’t back out since she’s one of my faves. I was thinking of maybe continuing this, but I’m not even done with Putting All Your Eggs In One Basket yet. 😑😑😑

Oh and if anyone wants to give me ideas for the title– feel free to lemme know.

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Luke’s distraught.

He feels like a drama queen for thinking it, but it’s how he feels. He doesn’t know how much more of this he could take. Calum had another ‘encounter’ and he’s tired of trying to out do the older man. He’s tired of trying to beat him in this game to make him jealous. Shit. Did he even feel anything? Does he feel the same way when Luke comes home reeking of yet again a different woman. Luke doesn’t know, he’s almost at the zenith of caring and he's about to fall into an abyss of hopelessness.

He's been feeling this pit in his stomach growing and festering. He needs a break, or more like he needs to get away from the bassist-- fast. Because the longer he's around the older man, it seems as if the spiral into the abyss gets faster. Fck. He KNOWS. No one has to tell him. He knows he's been drinking more, and he damn well knows he's been going out and fcking different women a lot more. He doesn't want to be crude and call it that, but he wants to call it how it is. It's raw animalistic fcking. Because all that pent up tension-- all that frustration he's been feeling toward his band mate, he pours to those poor unsuspecting girls. Okay. Shit, that might of sounded wrong. The trysts are consensual, because he doesn't fcking roll like that. He just feels guilty, because he's a user. He's using these women to forget and that's not fair to them. Fck, it's not fair to him-- it's not fair to any of them. He’s wasting away and the cause of all this is making his way to destruction as well. 

He’s talked to his brother, Jack, about this. He was glad when the older man accepted it and didn’t judge his for his preference. He wants to tell Ben, but the older man is the reason why Calum was acting this way.

Around the first few months Calum turned eighteen, Luke caught his eldest brother and best friend together. Yeah, he wanted to say he wasn’t hurt and that he was ecstatic that they found each other, but that would be a fcking lie. He hates it. He won’t show it, of course, but he hated seeing them together. Every time he saw a smile on Calum’s face because of Ben, he wants to go on a rage. Luke wants to be the one to put it there. He wants to be the one looking after the raven-haired man when they go drinking. He wants to be the one with his arm around Calum when their sitting somewhere. He wants to be the one that the bassist needs. 

Thus, the spiral to whatever-this-was started and he kept it secret for awhile. He drank ‘socially’ and went home with the lads. No one checked his closet and found the bottles he kept there to drink himself to sleep, nor did they pay attention to where he foes off to when he leaves their side at the bars. The answer: he could have been found in the locked bathroom, pounding into some random woman who was bent over the sink.

It lasted for several months before anyone caught on. He made a mistake, and let a girl take him home. He fcked her and fell asleep. His family and band mates were worried. When he finally came to, his phone had messages from his family and friends.

‘Luke where are you?’

‘Lewey, your mother and I are worried. You’ve never done this. What’s going on?’

‘Lukey. Where are you? I’m over at your house and it’s late. You don’t usually do this…’

And they’re right. He’s never done this, but fck it’s been months and no one has noticed! He wants to be angry! He wants to scream! Instead he sat up, blankets bunching up on his naked torso. He brushed his hair back with his fingers and released a great sigh. He looked behind him to take a peek at the girl he slept with and was surprised to see two of them this time.

He gets up and scowers the floor for his clothes. He puts them on grabs the girls’ cellphone and was thankful when they didn’t have pass codes protecting their phones. he looks through their picture, videos, and messages to see if anything incriminating will bite him in the ass later on was saved. He finds a few pictures and a video of both girls going down on him. That’s when he knows he’s fcked up- bad. He deletes the video and pictures then leaves, making it appear that he was never there.

[sbaliosa]

ANYTHING, HUH? A cake coming to life. Huhuhuhuh.

You probably won’t believe me. I mean, who would? A cake coming to life seems like some sort of half-baked tale. All I can tell you is…it’s true. 

It was my roommate’s birthday, a few Saturdays ago. It was mid-summer, and the heat breaking in our apartment was enough to turn it into an oven. One of the few times I actually got angry about  not having working A/C. 

But still, my roommate needed a cake, and I intended to rise to the occasion. I wasn’t going to just get some store-bought lazy ass excuse either; homemade is the way to go for this type of celebration. 

So I spent most of the day trying to figure out the right recipe, and the rest of the day trying to actually make it. It was about time for him to get back from work when I put the finished product in the stove. I couldn’t help feeling like I could have done a batter job. 

My woes would be short-lived, however, because not long after the oven had warmed up, my attentions were draw to the gurgling sound coming from within. The batter…was boiling! I could hardly comprehend the bubbling mass, expanding much faster than I’d expected it to, and immediately turned off the oven. 

I reached inside to pull out the horridly mutated mixture, but to my surprise, it slapped my hands away and growled. I fell to my rear on the kitchen floor and stared, utterly flabbergasted as I watched the gelatinous sludge — with now fully grown arms — pry itself from its pan and climb out of the oven on its own. 

I’d have screamed for help at that point, as the lightly sweetened monster grew inch after inch in front of me, still towering over me even after I stood and backed against the wall. I was locked in a petrified silence, staring at the muffiny mass as it looked around the kitchen and finally directly at me. 

I barely had a chance to ask what it wanted before it spoke, in a low gurgle, as if its vocal cords were the yeast developed of its parts. “Icing!”

It took me a few moments, but I quickly nodded and ran out of the room. I returned only a few seconds later with our karaoke machine and handed the monster a microphone. 

True to his word, the cakemonster began to sing. 

I’ve never been more confused in my life.