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[hollandovs]

to be honest, i am full of shit

[hollandovs]

silence strikes like a hurricane // l.h.

a/n: i am BACK bitches here’s some angst based on this prompt to celebrate my return 

Luke was indifferent to forests. He didn’t mind the vastness of tree after tree, surrounding him with their leaves and secrets of years before him. The silence was okay, he guessed. Anything was okay as long as you were there—and you were. You were sat next to him on your rock with your knees pulled up towards your chest as the wind sang to you gently. Unlike Luke, you loved the forest. You discovered it one day when talking the long way home from school. It was a Thursday, before you had known Luke, and you remembered the way the light hit the small patch of flowers by the rock that you had later claimed. Ever since that day, you took the same path home for the rest of your school career. And when Luke came into your life, he became the only other person you ever took to your hideaway. 

He liked the idea of you trusting him enough to let him into your mind. Moments like that were rare in the friendship, even though you two classified yourselves as best friends. Luke didn’t mind. He liked when you were happy and he liked when he was with you—there was a bigger correlation to those more than you would like to admit. 

Luke first realized the correlation himself when he was seventeen. 

He didn’t mean to stumble upon it, in fact his life would have been better if he didn’t. Realizing that he loved you was the worst and best day of his life. But you laughed at one of his stupid jokes and you let your fingers dance across the splayed freckles on his skin and you laid next to him and he loved you. You made his heart stop, made him forget how to breathe, made him lose his goddamn mind with the thought of wanting to kiss you. 

But you didn’t want that. Told yourself you couldn’t have him, he was your best friend and you’d tear through his heart like a fucking hurricane. You wouldn’t leave a single survivor, and Luke deserved to see every glory of life. That day he whispered that he loved you. You told him that he shouldn’t. He asked to kiss you. You made him promise that he wouldn’t let himself fall for you anymore. 

And he did. 

And he regretted it every single second afterward. It made you happy, so he let himself live in torture. He let his heart wreck itself just so you would stay friends with him. Luke wasn’t sure why you wouldn’t let yourself fall for him, why you wouldn’t let him love you, but he’d do anything to make you happy. Ask him to walk the bottom of the ocean, and he’d do it with a smile on his face. 

“How’s celebrity life?” You asked, breaking the silence. 

Without looking at you, Luke shrugged and said, “not the same rush it used to be.” 

“Seems like everything in life is that way.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Life back here is boring, Luke. I wake up to a black and white world,” your voice is strained and Luke wishes he could kiss away any bad emotion you were feeling. “I would do anything to switch places with you. To see the world, to matter.” 

“Are you kidding me?” Luke finally looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. You did matter. Everyone mattered in the world. Everyone had their own stories weaved into the stars that were made just for them, and so what if you weren’t seen by millions of people everyday. You were you, and for that you mattered so much more than you thought. “You exist and you breathe and you’re here with me. You do matter.” 

“Look at you,” you smiled. “Left and got all philosophical on me. I like it.” 

Your knees were away from your chest, and he hadn’t noticed that you moved your body closer to his. Your thigh touched his, his fingertips grazing the skin just under the hem of your skirt. He’d been in this position with you many times before when you were both younger, before the band took off and stole him from you. He’d lie awake in his hotel rooms that were miles away from you and wish to whoever could hear him that he could be with you again. He didn’t care about the stupid promise. He never did. He just wanted you. 

Luke knew he should have stopped what his mind was controlling. He was leaning in and your eyes were wide but you didn’t move from your position. “Kissing me breaks the promise,” you whispered. “Remember?”

His hand came up to cup your neck, and his thumb brushed against your jaw. “Kissing you doesn’t mean there’s feelings involved. People do it all the time.” 

You didn’t move. You let his forehead touch yours. You let him capture your lips with his, and most importantly, you let yourself kiss him back. You could only hold back so long before the urge came to prominent and took over every sense of your body. It felt like a wild fire was surging through his bones, sparking with each second his lips stayed on yours. It was like all of his dreams were coming true in that moment, but it also felt like exactly that—just a dream. 

You moved away and that’s when Luke saw that you were crying. He tried to wipe the tears away for you, but you wouldn’t let him. “You promised,” you croaked, standing up from the rock. “You promised, Luke!” 

“I tried,” he admitted. “I tried so hard to do it for you because I knew that’s what you wanted. But I couldn’t—I can’t just push it back anymore. I’m so fucking in love with you and I always will be.” 

You swallowed. “You’ll find someone else.” 

“No, I won’t.” He stepped away from the rock and took your hand in his. “If you’re scared I’m going to hurt you—” 

You dragged your hand to your side. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me. I’m scared of what I’m going to do to you.” 

He wanted to laugh at that. “That’s not going to happen.” 

Face going cold, you looked to the ground. “You’re right, it won’t,” you wiped away more escaped tears, “because I’m leaving. I got the internship in France and I leave tomorrow.” 

Luke didn’t know what to feel. Anger that you didn’t tell him, sadness that you would be leaving, and happiness that you got your dream. The side of him that was your best friend told him to smile and hug you. The side of him that was in love with you told him to cry and beg you to stay. But he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t let his selfishness get in the way of your dream that you had since before you had even known him. 

So he put his lips in a fine line and nodded. It was only after you had whispered goodbye and walked away did he let himself fall to the ground and cry. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there against the rock—against your rock—but as night fell the wind blew and told one more secret of the forest that you held so dearly in your heart.

“I’m in love with you, too, Luke.” 

[hollandovs]

Best Friend!5sos Blurb Night!

Hello! So, I’m happy to announce that I will be co-hosting my third blurb night with the lovely @cliffovevo! This blurb night will take place on Saturday, September 24th, at 7/6 Central (7pm EST, 6pm CT). 

This blurb night will be about best friend!5sos and Archana and I would love if you all got involved! You can request, or write your own and tag both of us in the post. 

This doesn’t have to all be about best friends turned lovers, or unrequited love (even though I am a sucker for that). It can also be about normal best friend relationships! Some topics include: movie nights sleepovers (beautiful)  or, you can include other au’s such as college!best friend!5sos (soulmate!best friend!5sos as well i am going to die) (bonus points for childhood best friends!5sos)

However, you may also write about best friends turned lovers! You can write about any topic you want; which includes angst, fluff, or if it floats your boat, smut. All Archana and I ask is that you be mindful and respectful. 

Here is a tag that holds just best friend prompts if you need inspiration or want to send one in, and here (x, x, x, x) are some prompts (mainly sentence starters) but there are plenty more in my writing prompts tag. 

As well as the blurb night, there will be a little surprise from me and Archana at the end of it! We are very, very happy to finally tell you guys what we have been planning. 

My ask box is here and Archana’s is here. You can send in your requests now, or wait until it gets closer to time.

We cannot wait to host this night together and read all the amazing things you will write about! 

xo Krystal

[ritzawrites]

Beisbol Luke

for @0kbutmichaelclifford and @smartsetclifford‘s sports!5sos blurb night!!! :)

You’d never really considered yourself to be much of a sports fan. Whenever members of your family would rope you into watching any athletic event you’d end up bored to tears. You found your books to be a much better use of your time. That is, until you met Luke Hemmings.

He was the starting pitcher for your university’s division one baseball team. Whatever that meant. He also, needed a history tutor. Which was where you came in. For you, history was a fascinating subject; from the ancient mythologies of Egypt and Greece to the formation of elite military groups (like the Navy SEALs) during World War II, you loved it all. But Luke, on the other hand…

“God, this is all so boring,” he moaned before dropping his head on to the table the two of you had claimed in the library for this session. “Who cares about feudalism in Japan anyway? I just wanna play baseball.” Luke had been getting antsy. Because of his history grade, he was only allowed to practice with his team; he wasn’t allowed to participate in scrimmages, which he said where practice games. “Scrimmages are way more fun than running suicides for pitching outside the strike zone,” he’d complained. “I learn more from them too.”

“Okay well, first of all,” you said. “I care about feudalism in Japan. Because the samurai are Japanese Luke, and the way they lived is fascinating stuff.” He rolled his eye but you knew he was listening. “You what else came from Japan Luke? Escorts like the geisha and warriors like the ninja. Second, isn’t there like, training involved before games?”

Luke narrowed his eyes. He knew that you knew the answer to that. “Yeah…” he humored you.

“Then try thinking of this studying like training. And your midterm is the next big game. All the practice tests I’ll be giving you will be like your drills out on the field.” Luke opened his mouth interrupt but you plowed on. “Look Luke, I know you can do this,” you said, sincerity coating your tone as you looked directly into his deep blue eyes. “You literally aced like all of our last tests in all your other classes.”

“Yeah but-”

“C’mon Luke,” you grabbed his hand and leaned closer to him, still staring directly into his eyes. “Let me coach you through this.”

Luke visibly gulped before licking his lips and giving you a shaky nod. “Yeah, o-okay fine.”

Luke turned out to be a brilliant pupil; something you’d suspected all along after talking to his professors. He was attentive, patient with himself when necessary and endearingly self deprecating when things got too tense.

So you weren’t surprised when he passed his midterm and then his final with flying colors. He’d rushed straight over to your dorm after each test with a radiant grin and breathless “Thanks Coach.”

And even though you were proud of him, you couldn’t help the sadness that overcame you too. You’d really grown to like Luke during your three a week study sessions, almost too much and you’d liked being needed by someone like him. And with the baseball preseason fully underway, you weren’t going to see much of him anymore if at all. Or so you thought.

Weeks went by. Your own finals along with the end of fall semester flew by, and with it’s passing arrived spring semester. It seemed to chug along pretty sluggishly, but before you knew it the baseball team’s season opener had arrived. Luke had asked you to go, back when he needed you to pass, but you didn’t really see the point. You figured you’d stay in and study instead.

Your studying that night ended up being interrupted by furious pounding on the closed door of dorm. The door seemed to vibrate from the assault of whoever was on the other side. Rising slowly from your desk chair, you cautiously approached it, before turning the knob and poking your head out.

You were met by three pairs of eyes. One hazel, one brown and the last pair a hazy green. Stepping back, you pulled the door open wider.

“Can I uh, help you?” The three boys before you were all panting heavily and, wearing baseball uniforms.

“Yeah,” said the sandy haired, hazel eyed one. “You can come with us.”

“Excuse me?” You stuttered as they all, in unison stepped forward into your dorm.

“No time to explain,” said the green eyed boy -his hair a shockingly bright shade of orange- as he reached for your wrist.

“Yup, let’s go,” added the brown skinned, brown eyed boy while getting behind you and pushing you forward out of your room.

“Wait, what-”

“Who’s got her?” interrupted the blonde as he pocketed your dorm key before locking up. The other two nodded to him before nudging you towards him. He nodded back before leaning forward a bit, wrapping an arm around the back of your knees and finally hoisting you up over his shoulder. The breath was knocked out of you in a soundless gasp as the boys began jogging out down your dorm hallway.

“Okay,” you grunted from your upside down position once you got your breath back. “What the hell is going on here?!”

“We’re taking you to the game,” said the brown boy. The back of his jersey read ‘Hood’.

“But why-”

“Luke needs you.” Supplied the artificial ginger with ‘Clifford’ running across his shoulders. That shut you up for a minute.

“Well I can walk y’know.”

“Not without shoes, you can’t.” Rumbled the voice of the guy carrying you.

“You guys could’ve let me get shoes and proper clothes for chrissake- ”

“Doesn’t matter anyway,” interrupted the blonde again. “We’re here.” He set you down in front of a doorway before disappearing beyond it.

“We’ll send Luke out,” called the other two before following their teammate out of sight.

Crossing your arms, you huffed out a frustrated breath. The boys had taken you from your door in your freaking pjs; all you had on was a spaghetti strapped tank top and sleep shorts. And it was March. March could be pretty fucking cold.

“Y/n?” came a familiar male voice from behind you. You turned to face him. “What are you doing here?”

“I don’t know Luke,” you bit your lip, a little unsure. Had he forgotten that he’d asked you to be there all those months ago? “Your crazyass teammates literally dragged me here, without my clothes or shoes,” you said instead. “So why don’t you tell me?”

Flushing adorably, Luke pulled off his hoodie and held it out to you before kicking off his slider sandals and giving you those too. You took them both before raising an expectant brow, prompting him to answer your question.

“I don’t think I can do this,” he babbled suddenly, his blue eyes going unfocused with panicky desperation.

“Luke,” you said, your voice deadpan. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I can’t go out there.” He gestured toward the hallway that led to the field. “I’m too rusty, I haven’t practiced nearly as much as the rest of the team and-”

You tuned him out then because you honestly couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He couldn’t be serious. You’d spent half the year of your own time tutoring the punk pretty much everyday so he’d pass his history class and even be allowed to play! And you’d be damned if you were gonna watch him ruin all your hard work by puking before even setting foot on the mound.

So, arching up on tiptoe, you reached up, grabbed him by the cheeks and planted one on him. He’d still been babbling and you need him to shut up. Kissing him did that.

“Y’know Hemmings,” you murmured after pulling back a bit. “I never took you as the type to choke.”

He responded by pulling you close and kissing you again. If you had been cold from the trip over Luke’s kiss chased away any lingering early spring chill. Little electrified tingles zipped from your head all the way down to your toes as he nipped at your bottom lip.

“I’m not,” was all he said before letting you go and trotting into the locker room.

A few minutes later, you jumped away from the locker room doorway as the whole baseball team came jogging out. Your three kidnappers all gave you little nods or pats on the shoulder in acknowledgement as they passed you. Luke, being the last one out, shot you a wink. Shaking your head, you waited a second before slowly following the team out to watch the game from the bleachers.

You watched Irwin, the blonde one strut out to the batter’s box before crouching behind home plate. Luke and the rest of the team walked out after him. And as soon as he faced his catcher, a change overcame him. He looked nothing like the Luke you knew when he was standing out on that mound. The Luke you knew was such a dork; all overlong loose limbs and corny jokes. That Luke needed a kiss to even get the courage to step out on the field.

Then the game began.

You’d never really considered yourself to be much of a sports fan. But then you saw Luke Hemming completely dominate that pitchers mound. Not just with his presence, but with his skill too. No hit that came his way got past him. He was so quick and so agile, and he never dropped the ball. Even when he wasn’t the one standing on it, there was no questioning who that mound belonged to.

And as the game went on, you fell more in awe with this guy who’d need your help. He wasn’t your Luke. He wasn’t this graceful, confident stranger with sweat darkening the little tuffs hair poking out from beneath his uniform hat. Your Luke slouched around in loose fitting basketball shorts, not tight baseball pants that clung snugly to his apparently muscular thighs and butt.  

Then they won. A no hitter was what they called it; and once all the necessary sportsman-like hands were shook, the beautiful blue eyed stranger turned back into the giggly boy you knew and barreled straight for you.

“Did you see that Y/n?! I’ve never played like that before and it’s all thanks to you!”

“Luke,” you laughed. “What are you talking about? That was all you-”

“You have to come to all my the games now, you know that right?”

“Whoa, what?” You sputtered. “Why?”

“I need you to kiss me before every game babe, ” He grinned. “You’re my good luck charm.”

You’d read about baseball players being superstitious but this was ridiculous. “Luke I can’t-”

“Then I won’t play.”

“What?” Your three kidnappers reappeared then, all shooting you urgent and mildly threatening glares. Okay maybe receiving spine-tingling kisses from Luke Hemmings multiple times a week wouldn’t be so bad. And now that you thought about it, you probably wouldn’t need Luke’s teammates dragging you out to games anymore after all.

It was safe to say that since that first game, Luke’s playing had been better than ever.

[queeenbrokenscene]

6, 14, 78, and 98

thanks b :)

6. describe your personality in 3 words or less

loud, artsy, adventurous I guess

14. if you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

Prob Australia bc its pretty and ive never been so why not

78. do you sleep with the door open or closed?

it HAS to be closed, I literally wont be able to sleep if its open

98. favorite month?

october bc halloween but december and july are close seconds

send me unusual asks please

[hopelessash]

Hey there, I'm super happy you're back for the weekend. Can I get option 1 with Falling in Love At a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg and with Luke please? Thanks a ton ❤️❤️

I’ve enjoyed being back! Sorry it’s so late!

drabble:

“Luke, it’s the middle of the night, are you telling me thatwhatever this is couldn’t wait until a more civil hour?” you asked as soon asyou walked into the twenty-four-hour coffee shop in town.

He looked up like a deer caught in the headlights. Youlaughed at his expression as you sat down, a takeaway cup waiting for youalready.

“As much as I like spending time with you, Luke, I’m notsure I want to make three a.m. coffee dates our thing, you know? So what’s up?Other than us and the tired looking shop assistant.”

Luke laughed a little but he still looked nervous. He tappedhis fingers against the table before he sighed and looked at you with a sleepysmile.

“I wanted to tell you as soon as I had chance,” he saidquickly. “I was thinking and I realised I’m in love with you. I needed to tellyou.”

“And you couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” you mused, a smiletugging at your lips. “Why here of all places?”

He shook his head. “No, because it happened here. It wasmidnight and we were drinking hot chocolate, talking about the world and life.I looked at you talking about the universe and I fell in love with you, Mae. Iwanted you to know as soon as I’d worked it out.”

You laughed, wrapping your hands around your cup. “It’s agood job I love you too, Hemmings, or I wouldn’t have shown up.”

[duskholland]

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[duskholland]

who are some nice blogs you recommend following? I'm looking for new happy people for my dash :)

Allie @0kbutmichaelclifford is literally the sweetest and so is Mae @smartsetclifford. Also Mayara @ughood is such a nice person and she blesses my dash on a daily basis. They’re all really nice people and you’ll not find too much drama on any of them (bc sometimes drama can just be stressful). @iceberghood and @galactichoran as well as @luke-blurbs, they’re all really nice and I highly suggest going to check them out :-)