#happiestluke

[dreamboypeach]

A mood board based on @happiestluke ‘s blog / url 🖤 Lyric edits made by her 

Doing mood boards based on urls/blogs, if you want one just ask me

[reallycalum]

🦁🐷❤️ (happiestLuke is my 5sos blog and my face tag is /my-face !!)

🦁- I’m shipping you with Michael! A rare ship for me because I really really have to see you with him and I SEE IT you’d be the cutest couple

🐷- Sue Me by Sabrina Carpenter

Mutual by Shawn Mendes

Strong Enough by The Aces

Body Count by Jessie Reyes, Kehlani, and Normani

when the party’s over by Billie Eillish

[hemmoful]

so fluffy n smiley (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[hemmoful]

i’ve decided i’m dressing up as this filter for halloween ✨

[gingerbreadlife]

i'm flirting with you, obviously - calum

• this is really late, but this was for @hemmoful and @happiestluke 's prompts blurb night :-) "Why won't you just do it already?" Luke spoke, running a hand over his face in agony as for what felt like the a hundredth time, he tried to convince his best friend to ask you out. "It's not that simple, and you know it." Calum grumbled, looking hopelessly across the school corridor to where you were waiting outside your lesson, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and a baggy sweater thrown on over your body. Calum thought you looked beautiful, even if you had woken up in a rush that morning without time to get ready properly. "Look mate," Luke began, "you're usually a cocky little shit when it comes to girls, so what's changed?" Scowling at him, Calum shook his head. He couldn't help but freeze up around you ever since he had seen you cheering at his soccer match once, making his heart skip a beat. "Now for the last time, go and speak to her." And with that, the blond boy gave Calum a big push in the direction of his crush before sloping off down the corridor to his next class. Anxiously, Calum somehow managed to walk in a straight line towards you, clutching his books to his chest and licking his lips before he smiled at you. "Hey," he greeted, leaning casually against the wall beside you. "Uh, hey." You responded, trying not to freak out as the boy you had been crushing on all year stood opposite you. "Not to sound rude, but what are you doing here?" Calum flushed red before awkwardly scratching the back of his head, assuming you wanted to know why he was speaking to you for the first time. "Yeah, right, about that," he mumbled, "I just wanted to tell you how gorgeous you looked today." Calum breathed in a deep breath, hoping that it sounded as smooth out loud as it did in his head. Did it? He wasn't so sure. "Really?" You blushed, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater nervously. Smiling down at you gently, he nodded his head. "Yeah, you look great with a ponytail." He gave your hair a small flick, making it swish backwards and forwards, eliciting a giggle from you. Just as you were about to ask again why he was outside the wrong class, the teacher opened the door and Calum begun to walk into the lesson, looking behind him at you as he sauntered in. You giggled lightly before reaching out to grab his sleeve, pulling him back. "What are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow as if he didn't understand your question, running a hand through his hair. "I'm flirting with you, obviously." Your eyes went wide, but you let out a small laugh and shook your head in amusement, a smug smile pulling at your lips. "No, Calum. I meant, what are you doing here? This isn't your lesson." "Oh!" He spoke, understanding finally falling on to his face as he covered it with his hand. "Oh god, that's embarrassing." Still silently laughing, you leant over and gently pried his hand away from his face, seeing the embarrassment clear in his features. He was so adorable, you thought to yourself. "Nah don't be embarrassed, it was nice for you to finally speak to me." Even though his face was still flushed, he grinned at you, trying to regain his cool. "Even if I did look like an idiot."

[smollmikey]

Just pretend to be my date.

There wasn’t a lot that could ruin a simple night out on the town.  All Michael anticipated was going out to his favorite club with his best friends.  They would have a good night.  It had been awhile since they all had nothing going on other than a few days to themselves to do whatever.  There wasn’t press the next day, or a reason to wake up and race to the airport.  It was just a week of free time.  So, of course, the good way to end the first day of nothing was heading out for a bit of partying.  

That was what Michael assumed would happen anyways.

Instead, he was met with Luke greeting you into the apartment just moments before they were all about to head down the car.  You were all smiles, hugging Luke first, followed by Calum-- cheerful to see your friends back in town for a little while.  But that brightness fled fast from your features when you turned past the two of them to Michael.  Your eyes went from excited to the night ahead to some mixture of instant annoyance.  Michael’s feelings were mutual, though expressed in a scoff.

“Why is she coming with us?” He asked when you walked right by the boy how now stood with shrugged shoulders and a seemingly etched snarl.  

“Why do you both still act like you hate each other?” Calum simply shot back, somehow still humored by that resentment shared between you two for absolutely no reason at all.  It was evident through the actions displayed that the two of you would actually get along a lot better if you two didn’t snap the second one uttered a word.  “Anyways, just play nice.”

Michael wouldn’t have had a problem with being completely nice about the night, it was just now that you were here, his mood dropped.  all he could do to recover his lost disposition was become lost in the crowds that filled the club.  If he was lucky there may be not one time where he’d even catch you in his field of vision.  That, he believed, would be just perfect.

Instead, not an hour in, and Michael nearly choked on his beer when you came out of nowhere.  Your hand gripped onto Michael’s arm from behind, sending him into a momentary lapse of confusion as you looked up at him blabbing straight away.

“Wait, what?” He cut you off, not at all understand what you had starting going off about.  His arm fell from your grip when he jerked back, eyes narrowing in confusion more than anything.  

“My ex is here.” Ah.  Michael’s confusion drifted out of control, instead a sigh erupting as he recalled how often you used to talk about him whenever you’d join them on tour.  Ever since Michael met you, he never understood how you could talk that fondly of that guy.  You always spoke in a tone that showcased how love-struck you had been, and it only made Michael annoyed.  Why would want to hear about any of that? “Shit-- I see him.  Just-” Before getting the chance to turn his head, your hand reattached itself to Michael, “Just pretend to be my date.” 

Of all the things Michael could imagine you saying, that was not one of them.  He almost laughed outright at the absurdity, but he was too overtaken with shock at how very serious you were.  Your hand slid down towards his wrist, no hesitation apparent.  And as much as Michael wanted to move away, tell you to use literally any other person-- he couldn’t.  He stayed quiet, only beginning to catch up with what was happening when he felt your thumb tighten on the veins branching under his skin.

“To think I’d find you here of all places.” Staying at home probably would’ve been better than this.  Michael looked from you to that guy.  That guy who Michael probably knew way too much about from you now stood  right there, eyeing you with some type of condescending smirk that Michael really wasn’t appreciating.  Of all the places, the two of you just had to be in the same damn club?  Why couldn’t Michael escape from having to deal with this relationship he wished never existed in the first place? “But I guess you moved on pretty quick, huh?”

“Funny hearing that from you.” Michael’s eyes moved back to you, expecting that defiant glare or your lips pursed in that annoyed fashion you always seemed to use on him.  Instead, he could see what you surely didn’t want to let out. Behind the thin veil your irises had become was uneasiness.  Your lips in a line, trying to feign indifference, but Michael could see past that-- he could see all those feelings of betrayal you wanted to contain so desperately. 

“Come on, don’t make me sound like a bad guy,” All because of this asshole, you looked close to crumbling.  “That flame was just not there anymore, who were we trying to fool?”

Michael’s stared at him in disbelief, his hand turning into a fist.  Michael couldn’t keep count of how many gushy stories he was forced to listen to.  He couldn’t think of a moment where you weren’t smiling when talking about how in love you were.  He had no clue how many hours he spent growing more and more annoyed with how much he hated that you were dating someone.  How had this idiot not have seen that? 

“So, why the fuck did you come over here then, mate?” Your breath hitched at the tone Michael used.  You hardly thought he would even speak, let alone sound so full anger.  “Say a bunch of shit for no reason?”  Stepping forward to create a barrier between the two of you, Michael took hold of your hand, fingers interlocking, unknowingly giving you a sense of protection.  “You’ve already shown how much a a dick you are to her, you don’t need to keep making it obvious.  Say anything else and I’ll make your night more sorry than mine got the second you walked into this place.”  Without giving your ex even a moment to process the frustration brimming behind Michael’s glare, the two of you were already walking off.  Michael not wasting any more time in that place, found himself stepping down gritty squares of sidewalk, only coming to his senses when you stopped in your tracks.

“What the hell, Michael?” You asked with an exhausted breath slipping out as well, “And to think I thought you’d walk off when I asked you to pretend to be my date.” You rambled on, nibbling harshly on your lower lip to retain something in between a laugh and a subtle whimper from having to relive everything you’d been wanting to get away from.

“I’m not an asshole even though you think I am.” He retorted with a sigh, eyes dropping from your face to your heels.  “I mean, I guess I’ve kind of made you think I am one.  But I’m practically an angel compared to your ex back there.” Your soft giggle made his head shoot upright, surprised that he actually said something you thought was funny.

“You know, though?  You really are an angel to me right now.” Again, you left Michael shocked tonight.  So many things in the past ten minutes surprised him, but nothing more so than that look you were using on him-- the genuine smile that radiated towards Michael.  For the first time it existed because of something he had done for you, and now he was starting to get why he’d been so annoyed all this time.  He never would have figured it was all because your eyes sparkled for someone else, but as his hand instinctively gripped tighter around yours, Michael found there was nothing more you could give him to make him any happier.

For @hemmoful and @happiestluke‘s prompt blurb night! xx

[hemmoful]

"Mmm you're warm" with Luke?

“Baby, I can’t find my black beanie,” Luke’s voice sounded from the bedroom, filled with urgency as if he’d lost some kid he was babysitting. “Baby!”

“Luke, chill,” you chuckled in a half-yell, Luke entering the living room in time for you to not have to get up to track him down.

“That’s the problem. I’m too chill. Chilly as fuck,” he whined, unable to hide his smile as his weird little pun. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, adjusting yourself on the couch to tucked your socked feet under yourself. “How are you not cold?”

“Who said I’m not?” you pointed out, bunching up the sweater sleeves of Luke’s hoodie you’d stolen for emphasis. “I’m just not as whiny as you.”

“M’not whiny,” he defended, making his way over to the couch to flop down next to you. Within seconds he has his large frame curled up against you like a cat, rubbing himself against your shoulder before closing his eyes and letting out a content hum. “Mmm, you’re warm.”

You had to hand it to him, he was pretty cold, sending a chill down your spine as he slipped a hand underneath the front of your hoodie. Or it could have been the fact that still, even after two years of dating the dweeb, he just had that effect on you. 

*:･ﾟ✧ join @hemmoful and @happiestluke‘s prompts blurb night!! *:･ﾟ✧

[castaway-stan]

another blurb for @hemmoful and @happiestluke blurb night! 

When he opened his door and found you standing outside in tears Michael knew immediately what had happened. “He ditched you again?” He asked, ushering you inside and leading you to the couch. You just nodded, still too upset to speak. You sat down on the overstuffed couch that had hosted numerous movie nights and Netflix binge watching sessions for you and Michael, while Michael remained standing, pacing the length of his living room. “Seriously, how many times is that now?”

“Michael, don’t.” You were finally able to manage. People adjusted to things, it was a fact of life. Following that logic, you should be used to your boyfriend cancelling dates at the last minute, or even not showing up at all and making hasty apologizes later after he had done it numerous times before. But it still hurt as much as it did the first time.

Hearing your upset tone, Michael joined you on the couch, pulling you into his arms. You let yourself sink into him as if he was a beanbag chair, reveling in his familiar scent and warm body. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m not mad at you. I just can’t believe that he has you and you’re you.”

You laughed for the first time all night, giggling into Michael’s chest. “Yes I am me.”

“That came out wrong. I mean you’re smart and funny and beautiful and you deserve so much better.”

“Thanks.” You said without really meaning it. Over the course of your friendship, Michael had told you all of these things at one point in time, and he was like an overprotective older brother when it came to you and dating. He seemed to find a flaw with everyone you went out with, and though you hated to admit it, since none of your relationships had lasted very long, he was usually right.

“And I could give that to you.” Michael went on as if you hadn’t spoken.

You pulled away from him suddenly, needing to look in his eyes more than you needed to comfort of having him near. Suddenly you couldn’t focus on the day you’d had or how terrible the rest of the night had been, you could only think about Michael. “What?” You asked.

“Y/N, come on.  The reason why I’ve never liked anyone you dated? Well aside from the fact that they were all pricks, it was because I wanted to be the one with you. The one who gets to hold your hand and take you on dates and cuddle with you on the cold nights. I want all of that.” Michael had taken your hand and was running his thumb along the back of it as he spoke. He’d been nervously avoiding eye contact as he made his confession and now he looked up, your eyes meeting. He gave you a small smile, waiting to see how you would respond.

You could think of only one thing to do, leaning up and pressing your lips to his. You felt him stiffen a bit, clearly not expecting the kiss, especially when technically you hadn’t broken up with your boyfriend yet, but you both knew that it would be coming soon, very soon. This kiss made you feel things you’d never felt before with any of your boyfriends. You felt all warm inside, as if a candle had been lit inside you, and you knew that to use a cliché the other boys had been frogs and Michael was your prince.