#thenervousduck

[werewolfashton]

Heard you were having trouble sleeping... Hope this helps 💌 lmao no really I'm sorry you're not sleeping friends it's the worst 🫂

TL you literal angel 🥺 thank you very much i hope the sleeping ticket will let me get a little bit more sleep tonight 👉👈

[ijustdontlikepeople]

Hopefully there bring a smile to your face friend 💌

You bring me june 21 Luke??? You bring this Luke?? To me?? He’s so soft!! He’s hair is so curly!!! He’s singing!!! In a sweatshirt!!! 10/10

Cake looking hot 10/10

These boys with their awesome legs and weird as faces 8/10

Stage!Muke !!! Hot!!! Singing!!! In!!! Each!!! Other’s!!!! Faces!!! AND Whiteshirt!Luke and Snapback-all-Black-Visible-Tattoos!Mike !! 🥺😍🥺😍🥺🥵🥵🥵 9/10

Baby trio cuddly and making hearts 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🖤🥺🥺🥺🥺🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 too soft too little too fond 11/10

Ash’s hair looks sooooo good! And he has a guitar??? Man has a good side profile!! 9/10

Babies being funny!!!! Loving on each other!!! 10/10

Loveable hunks!! Hot and Cute!!! Hard to process!!! 13/10

[httpsgfg]

MILI ILY BUT WTF 😩

All the Michael / Ashton content is gonna be the death of me

And think about what you've done

I'm KIDDING you're a joy on my dash 💕

hehe 🤭 i was just enjoying the mashton renaissance happening on my dash lately 🥰 love you TL!! 💓

[blackbutterfliescal]

"arrogant entitled prince Luke" 👀😍 I like the sound of that... I am a listening 👂 if you want to expand on your thoughts 🤲😌

omg tl i don’t know that i have any Thoughts these days but something about the way he’s sitting in that chair........ just picture walking into a throne room and seeing him sitting Like That on a big gilded throne and just completely over whatever obligation he’s there for. idk probably listening to the king address community issues or whatever and he’s just like ..... im so tired of this. he just looks like he’d fit in a giant, lush throne room and i will not be taking criticism lmao

[sadistmichael]

they there! so i am new to 5sos fam. like 1 week new but have been a 1d stan for years. can you give me the scoop on the ships between the boys, where to find the good fic, or just like any other tumblrs to follow? thanks and hope you're having a nice sunday!

I would say the most popular ships are Cake, Lashton, Malum, and Cashton! 

Slash fic isn't the status quo here, but it is making a comeback here and on ao3, here are some recs I have. 

My favorite blogs are (for fics and otherwise):

@sexgodashton @miguelclifford @loveroflrh @calumcest @goth5sos @fullmoonclifford @maluminspace @irwinkitten @calpops @h0tsos @mermaidcashton @5-secondsofcolor` @fucking5sos @calswildflower @queer-5sos @be-ready-when-i-say-go @cakesunflower @tothemoonmikey @bri3395 @michaelcliffordisbeautiful @pageantsmiles @loverofmines @talksopretty @latenlghtdevil @cashton-queen @clemmings @calumspeachy @thatscoolbaby @corneliastreetes @calumscalm @lukesflaredpants @sfvol6 and probably many people I'm forgetting, but this is a great place to start. 

I wish the same to you, I hope this was helpful sweetheart. 💘

[rebelwith0utacause]

Yoooo your tags on that Muke post. Which fic tho 👀

The answer is always gonna be Where You Go, I'll Follow 😌

[biillyhargroves]

Hiiiii!!! Ummm for the sick prompt: Person A readjusts their whole schedule so they can take care of Person B. Person B tries to convince them the gesture is too much, but they are unsuccessful. Billy and Steve?? Whichever one you think is which. ♥️

one way conversation(fic requests open)

“Hey.” Steve waves his hand in Robin’s general direction, though with his back to her his aim is a bit off and he winds up the magazine that she is trying, in vain, to read. “Hey,” Steve says again. He is sitting up right in a lounge chair and straining to see the lifeguard stand. “Does Billy look…off to you?”

“I don’t know,” Robin says, annoyed. She slaps her magazine closed over her legs and looks over the edge of her sunglasses at Steve. “I don’t look at him nearly as much as you do.”

“I don’t mean-” Steve starts, and then he sighs. “Look at him. He looks like-”

“-the sun’s in his eyes and he's been screaming a bunch of bratty kids for an hour?”

“I’m serious,” Steve says.

“If you think something’s wrong, why don’t you, oh, I don’t know…” Robin makes a big show of thinking: she taps her chin, hums loud and long, furrows her brow. Then, her eyes go wide as she tears her off sunglasses and leans in toward Steve. “Ask him.” She flops back against the chair. “Isn’t that why we’re here?” she asks. “Because you two honeymooners go mad when you spend a few hours apart?” 

“Shut up,” Steve groans. 

“He’s coming down,” Robin says. “Swoop in before those PTA cougars spot him.”

“Very funny,” Steve says. 

“I think so, too.” Robin snaps her magazine open. “Go talk to your man, dingus.” 

Steve opens his mouth to retort, but Robin has returned to reading. Again, Steve sighs. He watches Billy cross the pool deck, watches the small band of suburban moms watch him go. He tries to figure out if Billy’s back looks more tense than unusual, or if his gait seems off. When Billy disappears into the dark locker room, Steve rises. 

“Billy?” he calls when he makes it to the locker room. It is dark inside, and quiet save for the spray from a shower head around the corner. Steve follows the sound calling, “Billy? That you?” The hall is long and empty. Billy’s shadow falls across the floor from one of the concrete shower stalls at the far end of the room. Steve approaches slowly, and he nears the stall he finds Billy standing with his back to the room and his hands braced against the wall. He is breathing heavily, his head down, the water flowing over his hair and down the back of his neck. “Hey,” Steve says.

Billy startles. He whips around and stumbles when he does. Steve tries to catch him, but Billy scrambles backwards. His back hits the shower wall and he huffs out a sigh. He shakes his head, combs his hair from his face, blinks a few times and when his eyes lands on Steve he rolls back his shoulders and straightens his spine. 

“What are you doing?” Billy asks, an edge to his voice. “I thought-”

“You sounded weird on the phone,” Steve admits. “I just wanted to check on you.”

Billy makes a sort of humming, sort of grunting sound at the back of his throat, but says nothing. He hands his head. His posture sags. When Steve touches his arm, he tenses. 

“You okay?” Steve asks. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Billy asks gruffly. He shrugs Steve’s hand off his shoulder and pushes off the wall. He shuts off the water, grabs a towel from a metal hook on the wall and uses it to dry his face. He shoves past Steve and starts down the hall, and Steve, confused, follows after him. 

“You just seem-” he starts, and then says, “I mean-”, and then, “you looked like-”

“Spit it out, Harrington,” says Billy. He opens his locker with one hand; tosses his towel into a glorified laundry basket in the corner of the room; roots in his duffel bag until he finds a shirt. He does this all with his back to Steve, only turning around once he’s gotten his shirt over his head. He hesitates a moment, though, and he leans back against the bank of lockers with eyes to the floor. He seems to be collecting himself, or catching his breath, and Steve’s brow creases his concern.

“Hey,” he says, reaching for Billy once again. Billy jerks away. “Would you stop?” Steve says a bit more aggressively then he’d planned. His tone doesn’t quiet go over well with Billy, who tries to smack him away when Steve advances. Billy’s back hits the lockers again, and this time Steve gets a grip on his arm to stead him. “Just take it easy, okay?” Steve says. “You don’t look good.”

“Asshole,” Billy grumbles.

“Look at me,” Steve tells him. Billy doesn’t so Steve ducks down to see his face. His skin is flushed and red, and it is warm to the touch when Steve touches Billy’s cheek. 

“Get off,” Billy says. He swats at Steve’s hand but fails to shoo him away. 

“You feel feverish,” Steve says.

“I sit in the sun for a living,” Billy sighs. He lifts his head and, with an exasperated sigh, leans it back against the lockers. A shiver runs down his spine. He attempts to hide it by tensing every muscle in his body, as if this is enough to hold himself still. He swallows thickly and looks at Steve through half-lidded eyes. “Remember?”

“You can barely stand,” Steve says, frowning. “You could have that flu that’s going around.”

“I’m fine, mom,” Billy insists. 

“I’m gonna get Robin to cover my shift,” Steve says, effective ignoring him. 

“You don’t have to,” Billy says quietly. 

“Is anyone at your place?” Steve says, still talking over him. “My parents are leaving tonight, I think. You can crash for the weekend, but for now I can take you home.”

“Steve,” Billy says, but Steve seems to be deaf to his words. He nudges Billy to the side and tugs Billy’s bag from his locker. He finds a water bottle inside and hands it to Billy, who tries and fails to refuse it. He makes sure all of Billy’s things are securely inside before zipping it up.

“I’ll pick up some stuff,” he says. “I think we have the basics. The medicine cabinet is usually stocked. But I’ll grab you some soup or something. Do you feel nauseous?”“You don’t have to-”

“I can rent a movie,” Steve offers. “You’ve been wanting to see that, um…shit, what was it?”

“Steve,” Billy says.

“I’m gonna go tell Robin I’m taking off,” Steve says. “And I’ll call Dustin, tell him I can’t drive him tomorrow. He’s got a bike. He can be his own ride.”

“Steve-”

“Billy,” Steve says, and he gently rests a hand on Billy’s chest. Billy’s brow creases as he raises his eyes to Steve’s. “I know,” Steve says. “I don’t have to. And I know that you’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. You make that pretty damn clear basically every damn day. Okay? I get it. But I want to take care of you.”

“Steve.”

“No,” Steve says firmly. “You’re sick, and I’m taking care of you. End of story.”

“Do I get a fucking say?” Billy asks. Steve pretends to consider this.

“No,” he says flatly. “You get a few hours to yourself before my parents leave. I’ll cancel whatever I have to cancel-”

“You don’t have-”

“I want to.” Steve says. “And the longer you fight me, the longer you get to stand here feeling miserable. And don’t tell me that you’re not miserable, because I’m looking right at you. So you’re going to be stuck with me until you’re better. Okay?”

Billy closes his eyes. He swallows thickly, licks his lips- which Steve is just now realizing are dry and slightly cracked -and he sighs a heavy sigh. “Fine,” he says. Steve gives him a small smile. With one brief glance to the door to make sure they are alone, he gently tucks Billy’s hair behind Billy’s ear and stamps a quick kiss to his forehead. 

“Give me a minute,” he tells him. “I’ll be right back.”

[prettyboyporter]

Soooo your MONTKEERY tags on that gif post.... *whispers* you're not alone. TBH they're so flirty to me IRL??? Idk maybe I read to much fanfic 🤷 sorrynotsorry

*cough* mmmm yeah sometimes, if the mood strikes and I see the right gifs or pics of them from the s2 press I’m like oof and will just whisper stuff in tags, lol. I’m super respectful of the fact that they both seem to be in v happy committed relationships but like when they’re in interviews and get excited and it ends up lookin flirty sometimes the wheels get turning and my brain betrays my common sensabilities lmao. BUT YES. montkeery. daceery. i’m not above it, lol. <3