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‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧ Sturniolo Triplets ‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

⭒ Big Sister- Sturniolo Triplets 🎀

summary: Reader is a couple of years older than the triplets, having lived a completely different life to theirs by the age of 25 and is invited onto the Cut The Camera Podcast as a special guest. Reader and triplets retell stories of their childhood and learn more about the readers past.

⭒ Big Sister Pt. 2- Sturniolo Triplets 🎀,🦢

summary: After visiting the triplets in L.A, the reader returns back home and works with her brothers to plan another get together. This time the triplets visit her, taking a trip down to the Lone Star State.

⭒ Big Sister Pt. 3- Sturniolo Triplets 🎀

summary: Your brothers have always been overprotective of you, and they do a good job of showing it while filming with Sam and Colby.

☆N. Sturniolo☆ (click for series)

⭒ Truth or Dare- N. Sturniolo 🎀

summary: Nick and his best friend always find themselves playing truth or dare.

⭒ 4 In The Morning- N. Sturniolo 🦢,🎀

summary: Your best friend Nick comforts you after receiving some unexpected news.

⭒ Talkative- N. Sturniolo 💌,🎀

summary: head cannons of Nick with a yapper bff!

☆M. Sturniolo☆ (click for series)

⭒ Full Set- M. Sturniolo 🧸

summary: Reader is a well renowned nail tech in L.A and due to her growing popularity has become everyone’s go-to nail tech. This leads her to become a workaholic, stunting many of the areas of her life. Three regular customers work towards changing that.

⭒ In Denial- M. Sturniolo 🦢,🧸

summary: It’s hard to admit when you’re in love, especially when the person you love is so different from you. But, as they say, opposites attract.

⭒ Small Town Dreaming- M. Sturniolo 🧸

summary: There’s not much to do in this small town but fall in love.

⭒ Heartbreak Girl- M. Sturniolo 🦢

summary: Matt’s in love with you, but you’re too in love with someone else to realize it.

⭒ Heartbreak Girl PT.2- M. Sturniolo 🦢,🧸

summary: Matt tries moving on, but you reel him back in every time.

⭒ Manage- M. Sturniolo 💋

summary: You’re Matt’s secretary, in charge of overseeing everything related to his schedule. Everyday when you come into the office he suppresses the urge to take you then and there. When on a work business trip, he can’t hold back anymore.

⭒ I’ll Play Your Game- M. Sturniolo 🦢,🧸

summary: You’re the Pastor’s daughter, all eyes are always on you. So, why not put on a show?

⭒ Intrusive Thoughts- M. Sturniolo 💋

summary: You’re forced to sit on Matt’s lap during a long roadtrip and once you arrive at your destination he lets his intrusive thoughts win.

⭒ Intrusive Thoughts PT.2- M. Sturniolo💋

summary: The morning after yours and Matt’s night together, you go for round two.

⭒ Carnal Desires- M. Sturniolo💋

summary: You join Matt and his family on a vacation, and get lost together while on a hike. Instead of freaking out, you two take advantage of the sudden alone time.

⭒ Talkative- M. Sturniolo 💌, 🧸,💋

summary: head cannons of Matt with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!

⭒ A Cold Sunday- M. Sturniolo🧸

summary: You and Matt spend a cold Sunday morning together, snuggling up and keeping warm.

⭒ Urban Cowboy- M. Sturniolo🧸

summary: Matt, a city boy, tries one upping you, the best bull rider in town, only to be met with a painful outcome.

⭒ Why Do You Care?- M. Sturniolo 🦢,🧸

summary: You’re naive and let yourself be led on by someone you believe has good intentions, but one day Matt puts him in his place and ends up confessing his feelings to you in the process.

⭒ Parenthood- M. Sturniolo 💌,🧸,💋

summary: head cannons of dad!Matt.

⭒ Lipstick- M. Sturniolo💃🏻,🧸,💋

summary: Matt’s nervous to meet your family, but after making a good impression you treat him to a night full of kisses and lipstick stains.

⭒ Happy Birthday- M. Sturniolo 💐,🧸

summary: Over the course of working together for years, Matt picks up on everything and despite not understanding it completely, he comforts you through the hurt.

⭒ Tough- M. Sturniolo 💌,🧸,💋

summary: head cannons of Matt with a tough girlfriend!

⭒ Weakness- M. Sturniolo 💋

summary: You fight your inner desires, but ultimately let your weakness consume you.

⭒ Actress- M. Sturniolo 💌,🧸,💋

summary: head cannons of Matt with an actress girlfriend!

☆C. Sturniolo☆ (click for series)

⭒ Corner Store- C. Sturniolo 🧸

summary: Reader works at a shitty corner store in order to make some money to help her out with school. She really hates her job, but one night one coworker works hard to change that.

⭒ Way Over Love- C. Sturniolo 💋

summary: Rumors spread like wildfire, especially in this new digital era, so it’s best to keep everything a secret. After so many drunk calls and missed texts Chris is way over love. Or is he?

⭒ Shopaholic- C. Sturniolo 🧸

summary: No matter how hard you try, you just can’t stop swiping your card.

⭒ Unplanned- C. Sturniolo 🧸

summary: Becoming a teen mom was never in your plans, but you and Chris had to learn to make the best of it.

⭒ Candy- C. Sturniolo💃🏻,🧸

summary: You were sweet as candy and Chris couldn’t stop himself from taking a bite, leading to an internet scandal neither of you anticipated.

⭒ Talkative- C. Sturniolo 💌, 🧸,💋

summary: head cannons of Chris with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!

⭒ Parenthood- C. Sturniolo 💌, 🧸,💋

summary: head cannons of Dad!Chris.

‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧ Johnnie Guilbert ‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

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⭒ Collab- J. Guilbert 🧸

summary: You and Johnnie pretend to date, faking it for so long that it became real.

⭒ Vampire- J. Guilbert ✨, 🦢, 🧸

summary: You’re just a princess who fell in love. The only problem is that he’s a vampire and your father has promised your hand in marriage to someone else.

⭒ Bad Day- J. Guilbert 🦢,🧸

summary: Johnnie is the moon and you’re the sun, always bright, bubbly and energetic. Nobody believes that someone as positive as you can ever have a bad day, but when you do Johnnie is ready to comfort you through it.

⭒ Babygirl- J. Guilbert🧸

summary: You didn’t choose a life in the limelight, you were just famous by association, and now you’ve earned yourself the nickname “babygirl” by the entire internet.

⭒ Monster- J. Guilbert 💋

summary: Tara plays matchmaker, earning Johnnie the night of his life with you in a bar restroom.

‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧Jake Webber ‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

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⭒ Messy- J. Webber 💋

summary: Jake is a regular customer at the diner you work at, eating the same meal everyday before returning back to work. One day, when you’re taking his order, you can tell he has much more sinful intentions than a quick meal.

‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧5SOS‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

⭒ coming soon…

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nicksbestie · 7 months

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can you write something where michael and reader go to the eras tour in paris? i just think it would be really cute and maybe the surprise song is the one michael proposed to you with :)

Paper Rings

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Tonight was the night.

You and Michael had managed to get tickets for the Paris Eras Tour show, and there had been next to nothing you were more excited for. It had nearly topped Michael’s excitement over his own upcoming tour, and that was a feat to behold. However, you had no idea that there would be more surprises to come that night. As classic as it was, you both were going with the “Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince” costumes, feeling it was appropriate. You were both so happy with the way that the outfits had come out, and were nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement as you woke up that morning.

Concerts were obviously a big part of your life, with your boyfriend being in a band and being on tour a lot. Even before meeting him you had always loved live music, and with everything being shut down for so long, you were excited to finally get back to it, especially in such a big way with seeing Taylor Swift. The pre-show anxiety was always really heavy but you were so ready this time that it outweighed it. You had spent weeks planning out how you were going to do every little thing, and unbeknownst to you, so had Michael, just in his own little ways.

You had both followed all of the shows so far, seeing all of the surprise songs, groaning at losses of your favorites but cheering at some of the ones that had remained safe. The small amount of Reputation and Lover songs being played as surprise songs worried you a little bit that they wouldn’t be played at your show, but you knew that you’d love whatever you did get as your songs. Besides, you were seeing her in Paris, so you were insanely lucky to even get to go, and you couldn’t really complain.

Waking up in the hotel room that morning, you’d normally want to spend some time curled up, cuddling with Michael, having those sweet, soft, early-morning moments, but not today. You wanted to be ready, as quickly as possible. You had lower bowl tickets, so you didn’t have to get in line or anything for your seats, because there was no pit at the shows, it was all seated, which took a lot of stress off of you. However, you still wanted to be ready as soon as you could because you wanted good photos before you looked like a wreck, a good spot in merch lines, and more.

Michael was just as ready, he had actually been up before you, practically up before the sun was. He had big plans today, and didn’t want to risk you finding out anything about it, knowing that it would ruin his entire surprise. So, he pawned it off as just pure excitement for the show, knowing that you, also being insanely upbeat, would take it as a response easily. Which was exactly what he told you when you asked why he had been up for hours already, quietly slipping the small black box into his back pocket until he could move it to a safer spot without you seeing.

Yes, he was planning to propose. He wanted to do it at just the right time, but he hadn’t figured out when yet. He knew that he was doing it at some point that night, hoping for a really fitting surprise song so that he could do it then, but if they didn’t get a fitting love song and instead got a sad song, he would do it during Bejeweled, most likely. He felt like the jewels fit the scenario of him giving you a ring, and he couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he thought about.

Somehow he was able to keep it a secret for almost a month now, not having told anyone, including his band. This was just a you thing, something very special to you and him, and he wanted to keep it that way as long as he possibly could. So, he tried his best to make sure that nothing slipped through the cracks, and he had succeeded so far. He knew this was going to be the best night of his life, because while he was very anxious about asking you to marry him, he knew deep down that you would say yes.

The time between getting ready and leaving for the show passed so quickly, spending nearly the whole time laughing with each other, talking, doing makeup, and making sure that you ate beforehand. Concerts were very draining in energy, so you made sure you water, and all of your items in your clear bag, including bracelets that didn’t fit on your wrists, portable chargers, hair ties, and more random things you decided you might need. Being with Michael, who was fairly forgetful, you had become the master of “just in case”. You finally left, the excitement continuing to build and build as you got closer to the venue.

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The show was going amazingly. You were nearly to the surprise song part, having a wonderful time. You’d traded armfuls of bracelets, knowing that they were possibly cutting into your circulation but just not caring. You were having way too much fun to spend time worrying about it, and you couldn’t even deal with the feeling of anticipation when you realized the last song before the surprise songs were starting. Michael was planning to pop the question during the second one, hoping for two love songs. The grin on his face nearly split wide open when he heard the opening notes of “Mine”, his hope flaring.

The both of you spent the song wrapped up in each other, singing your hearts out, you were crying at some point, both from joy, love, and maybe a mixture of other things that you couldn’t decipher, but you still were having the time of your life. Your hand brushed against Michael’s back pocket, eyebrows furrowing in question as you wondered what he could have in there, considering that it was lumpy. But, as Taylor began speaking before introducing the next surprise song, you didn’t think about it any more. Michael didn’t think that the night could get more perfect or that his luck could’ve gotten any better when the first verse hit his ears. Clearly, the universe was on his side.

“The moon was high, like your friends were the night that we first met…”

You screamed in delight, holding onto Michael’s hand as you jumped around, dancing, singing, placing a kiss on his cheek, absolutely losing your mind but in a good way. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t notice Michael’s hand slipping from your grip, nor did you notice him crouching down, dropping to a knee. The people around you noticed first, shaking your shoulder and screaming, pointing at him. You turned to look, the tears flowing even harder as you realized what was happening.

“I can’t give a speech here, but will you marry me?”

“Michael!”

His face was so red under the lights, blush creeping down to his neck as he anxiously awaited your answer. You frantically nodded, just being able to get out a “Yes!” between the sobs. He slipped the ring onto your finger, standing up and kissing you. As you broke apart, you smiled, him wiping the tears off of your face, his smile getting even bigger as you spoke, looking at the ring.

“Just so you know, I would’ve said yes to a paper ring.”

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plushyluke · 1 year

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he is not real

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ghost-of-you · 2 years

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Okay, we all know this right? Ashton being absolutely insanely adorable cuz yb went number 1?

can I bring you attention over here??

The fondness in the way they are watching Ashton go on about the order??????????????????????????????

#im gonna go cry #im doing the first set for the celebration #but am i really me if i dont end up in a malum tangent somehow???#i'm rambling #5sos #mc #ch #ai #also i am with maya pushing the mashlum agenda #this are two husbands watching their boyfriend get excited over chicken nuggets and thinking about how much they love him #aoksoaksokasokasokas #im gonna go back to what i was doing now #my edit #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #5sosedit #5 seconds of summer

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years

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A Moment's Surprise--Epilogue

Whether it’s called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.

Reader (Gender Neutral) X Calum. Multi-chapter Series.

Series Note: Across this series, pregnancy is discussed thoroughly. While I have made this series specifically a reader insert and have done my best to avoid coding for cis women, I am taking this moment to acknowledge that this content may not be suitable for every reader. I want to acknowledge even if I’ve been careful some things (like uteri) are still mentioned and if that causes you discomfort please DO NOT read this. You may keep scrolling (as there is a read more) / skip this series as necessary.

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~4 Years Later

The true madness of this time of year, outside of the holiday craze, is Calum having a full house with two kids now who are home all the time. You take off from work to be there and Calum takes days to work from home to help as well. Though this year in particular is fuller than others with new music on the horizon. But Calum enjoys it nonetheless. You follow behind Calum as he pulls up the rear of the band. Though normally, Calum took radio interviews and his work solo, he’d ask you to bring the kids along. As Calum called it, he wanted a “Take the kids to work day” and today would be light enough for interviews that Calum could tote them around the radio station, but still handle most of the interviews solo. There is one interview towards the end of the day, that Calum did want both boys to sit in with him for and the prospect of helping Dad with his work made Amiri and Arran ecstatic.

But currently, this interview is one that Calum has to do by himself. As he settles into the cushioned chair, he throws one last glance back through the glass windows of the room. Amiri waves, a big grin lighting up his face. Calum waves back before traveling up to find your face. You hold onto Amiri’s hand and still carry Arran on your opposite hip. But your smile is still big and then a moment later, you’re leading two duo of kids away back towards the green room that the boys were just in before settling in for the interview. He can see you’re talking but he can’t hear the words. Amiri gives one last wave but a thumbs up and Calum returns with a kiss thrown in his direction.

“Welcome back,” the host starts. The voice is big and chipper in Calum’s ears, but he’s only ever focused on you and the kids. “We’re in the studio with the hottest band still even after a four year hiatus, 5 Seconds of Summer. Welcome back boys.”

“Oh, thanks for having us,” Ashton replies with a smile.

“You four are back in a big big way. And some of you have major additions to your crews, family and things, Calum, in particular,” the hosts teases.

The sound of his name gets Calum to turn around fully. “Uh, yeah,” he laughs, readjusting the headset.

“So we’re up to two baby boys for you. How does it feel? Any plans for more?”

“It’s-it’s great,” Calum starts. “My spouse and I- we put the kids first really with things. So it’s sort of easier that we’re on the same page and uh, baby two definitely is easier in some ways but it also makes things a bit more challenging. Balancing out the attention can sometimes be tricky. As for more, unclear. Two was our sort of max.”

“You’re crushing it,” Luke cuts in. His tone is colored by his own awe. “This man will be on a Zoom call with the one of them on his hip, fixing lunch, dealing with a juice spill, a dog and still like actively participating. He’s like a real life Superman or something.”

“Sounds like quite a full day for you, Calum,” the host tacks on. “Care to tell us more about that?”

“The days are quite full,” Calum agrees with a laugh. “But I wouldn’t get anywhere with my spouse or the support of these fellas. When I just need to be a dad that day or just need to be a husband, like I have to take a step back for my kids or my spouse, they understand. So it’s nice to have that support. These men have been integral in me being able to be there for my kids, for me to be Superman.”

“I love my nephews, man!” Michael chimes in. “They’re so fucking cute and I don’t know how you say no to them, Cal. Like they’re just so little and adorable.”

“Uh, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes they just win. Like when it’s an extra cup of juice after dinner or something, you just let them have it,” Calum laughs.

“Ah, that’s the secret to parenting,” the host laughs.

“Just one of the many,” Calum returns.

“So we’ve got kids, dogs, juice spills, and we’re getting new music. There’s been rumors around the mill that a certain single might get its live debut here at Jingle Bell Ball next week? Hmm, what about that fellas?”

“Did you hear about this?” Ashton asks, looking at the other guys. “I must’ve missed that one.” He says it with a grin, so everyone understands the playful tease to the statement.

The rest of the interview goes well and in the breaks between interviews, Calum pokes his head into the greenroom. Amiri looks up from the sound of the door opening. “Hi, Dad,” he greets, pushing up from the table. It looks like he might be drawing but Calum’s not entirely sure before he’s wrapping Amiri up in a hug.

“Hey, buddy. What’s going on here?”

“Drawing,” Amiri returns. “Alphabet is next too!”

“Hmm, yes, definitely got those ABC’s in too, kid.” Calum walks further into the room, Amiri at his side. Arran sits next to you munching on some snacks, goldfish Calum’s sure as the two year old has become adamant about having the snack once a day. Another small thing to keep the peace, to keep sanity. It’s countered with a lot of fruits and vegetables.

“Daddy!” Arran cheers. He only loses two goldfish in the process as they clatter to the floor. You're swift to pick them up off the floor.

“Hi!” Calum returns. “How’re the goldfish treating you?”

“Good,” Arran smiles.

Calum notices a tug at his pant leg and looks down to Amiri. “Yes, Amiri?”

“Bafroom, please. I really gotta go.”

“Okay, I’ll take you to the bathroom,” Calum agrees and pushes forward to kiss you on the cheek and kiss Arran’s forehead. “Alright, Amiri, one bathroom trip. All aboard?” Calum reaches out his hand.

Amiri takes it. “All aboard!”

“Excellent, here we go.”

Arran hands you back the bag of his snack. About half of the goldfish remain. “Done,” he tells you.

“You’re done?” you ask.

Arran nods. “Done,” he repeats.

“Okay. We’ll save the rest.” You place them back into the backpack you have full of things to occupy and feed the two boys with. Arran watches and spies his normal drawing bag.

“I draw?”

“You want to draw too?” you ask to make sure you understand.

“Pwease.”

The lost ‘l’ sound makes your heart melt just a little and you nod. “Okay, you can draw too.” You help him get set up at the small table in the room, opposite of where Amiri’s stuff still lingers. The moment you resign yourself to stay on the floor as all other attempts to get back to the couch are thwarted by Arran’s insistence that you draw with him, you hear the door open back up.

“You guys ready?” The voice asks. You’re sure it’s a production assistant or someone else wrangling the band for the interview.

“Uh, Calum’s with one of his sons. But once he’s back, we’ll be ready,” Ashton returns.

“I’m with who?” You turn then to the sound and spot Calum approaching just behind the assistant.

“We’re getting rounded up,” Luke returns.

“How many until we can work with you Dad?” Amiri asks.

“Right after this one,” Calum answers, leading Amiri back into the room. He excuses himself around the assistant who’s still holding the door open and gives a quick thanks.

“When your lunch?” Amiri asks. You snicker at the question, but know that Amiri’s dead decision on getting the answer to it. The times you and Calum have gotten onto each other about skipping meals only means that the kids have picked up on it as well.

Calum’s a bit speechless for a moment but walks Amiri back to his spot in front of his coloring. “It’s Dad’s job to worry about you and your lunch, not the other way around.”

Amiri is not satisfied with the answer and puts a hand on his hip. “Dad.”

Calum laughs but squats down to Amiri’s level. “Dad’s going to eat right after the interview you help me with. Be thinking about what I should get okay?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Amiri answers.

“I love you, buddy. So much,” Calum returns, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Be good while I’m gone, Arran,” Calum warns.

“I good!” the youngest cheers back, the red crayon tight in his hold.

“You okay, babe?” Calum asks you.

“I’m good, love.” It’s only a nod between you two. But you both know everything else that’s to be said behind it. If any of that were to change, you’d give a shout. If Calum needed anything, he'd only have to give you a shout. The two of you are always just a call away. “Go be a rockstar, Dad. I’ve got them.”

“Love you,” Calum whispers before standing.

“I know,” you tease, lightly tapping his calf as he heads for the door. You figure the interview won’t take too long. But you still work to keep Amiri and Arran occupied as much as possible. Arran sticks to depicting his version of a soccer field with him and Calum and you doing drills. Amiri works on a mock up drawing of a bass and you grin knowing what it means. “You excited to give Dad his gift?”

Amiri nods, but it’s not as eager as it normally is. “Yeah, I’m excited.”

“You sound blue. Am I hearing you right?”

Amiri shrugs. “I’m scared,” he whispers.

“You’re scared. Okay. It’s okay to be scared. Do you know why you’re scared?”

“Worry, I fink.” His brows pull together. He’s not quite sure that’s the right word. But the last time he felt like this you and Calum called it that. It feels the same--like the voice in the back of his head keeps telling him what if it all goes wrong.

“Worried. Okay. Do you know about what? What are you worried about?”

“What if-What if Dad doesn’t like it? What if he fink it silly?”

“Bud,” you coo, reaching your head across the table. You leave it palm up for Amiri to take if he wants. “What do you think will happen if he doesn’t like it?”

“It hurt,” Amiri states. “Hurt my feelings.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “yeah if Dad doesn’t like it that does sound like it would hurt your feelings. What else do you think will happen?”

Amiri sniffles just a little, eyes finally flicking up at you. The tears are welling along the bottom of his eyes. “What if he won’t love me?”

“Amiri David Hood, your dad loves you more than you know. And if he doesn’t love you over a bass he doesn’t like that you made for him, I will personally and I mean this 100 percent honestly, kick his ass. And then I will sit you two down and you can tell him how much his actions hurt you way worse than whatever I did.”

“Matua, you said a bad word,” Amiri giggles. “You said we can’t say that.”

You reach into your pocket, where you keep spare change for moments like this. You find a dime and hand it over to Amiri. “It was worth it. But how does that sound? If he hurts your feelings, you can let him know. We won’t accept behavior like that.”

“Thanks, Matua.”

“Anytime, love. Anytime.”

Another few minutes pass and then Calum returns, making a big show of throwing open the doors. “Where are my boys?” he asks, looking into the room. He purposefully looks over your group.

Arran giggles and runs from your arms to Calum’s legs. “Here!”

“Oh that’s one,” Calum laughs. “There’s one more. Where is he?”

Amiri clutches the picture to his chest and you two share a small moment’s glance. You nod over your shoulder to Calum. “Go,” you whisper. “I’m right behind.” Amiri nods, kissing your cheek before heading over to Calum.

“Oh, lookie there, there’s the other one,” Calum teases. You start to clean up the crayons and paper, getting them back into the backpack before standing too. “Hey, Amiri, everything okay?” Calum’s voice is soft as he asks and you’re praying Amiri keeps it together long enough for the surprise. But even if he doesn’t, you know that it’s okay.

“Yeah.” It doesn’t sound super convincing but there’s only so much you can do to help as you get the things organized.

“You can tell me anything, okay, buddy. Dad’s always here for you. Do you still want to help me in this next interview?”

“Please.”

“Okay, bud. Thanks for all your help. Do you want to wear the big headphones for Dad? It’s a big job.”

“I can do it,” Amiri laughs.

“Alright! You think about what Dad should eat after?”

“Vegetables,” Amiri returns. He follows alongside Calum out of the room. Arran’s situated in Calum’s arm.

“Okay, We can arrange for that. Anything else?”

“Fruit.”

“Consider it done,” Calum returns. You follow behind them and down the hallways. Amiri rattles down through his considerations and for the time being, the question seems to have distracted him well enough. Calum settles into a chair and gets Arran on one thigh and you help Amiri up onto Calum’s other thigh. They get a snug squeeze from Calum and laugh. You help Amiri get the headphones on and snicker just a little at the way they almost swallow his entire head.

“They so big,” Amiri calls out.

Calum laughs and gets one ear free for Amiri. “Yeah, they are.” He notices the upside piece of paper. From the backside he can see the green and black and brown indentations and color of the marks and crayons. And he almost asks what it is thar Amiri holding but the question dies as Arran reaches up for the microphone.

“Okay, so, clearly I’m losing here,” Calum laughs. “Arran, can you let Matua get it right? Do you want to help?”

“Help!” Arran declares.

“Okay, you can help them.” You get Arran’s hands situated on the right angle and then push the microphone so that it’ll catch Calum’s voice and also pick up hopefully Amiri and Arran should either one contribute.

“Does that look good to you, Arran?” you ask.

He inspects it before giving a definitive nod. “Yes.”

“Perfect. Thank you for your help.”

“Fank you,” Arran returns. You settle in the seat behind Calum knowing that you’ll no doubt need to readjust something at some point. Only a few minutes pass before the interview truly starts up and Amiri smiles just a little. He drops his head back to look at Calum around the headphone.

“This strange,” Amiri giggles.

The radio host pauses for a moment and laughs at Amiri’s confession. “I heard it was a big day for you too, Amiri.”

Amiri turns back to the host. “I help my dad!”

“Yeah, how’s that going so far? Have you been having fun?”

Amiri nods. “Yes. Fank you.”

“Oh, so polite. You’re welcome,” the host laughs. “Your brother is here too? How’s that?”

“Arran’s cool,” Amiri returns with a proud nod. Calum laughs at the exchange and gently encourages Arran to say hi if he wants. The two year old proudly declares his presence and everyone’s laughter bubbles. The questions start to roll more for the band and you watch Amiri closely. He turns his attention back and forth from his uncles as they answer to the host as they speak. His hands pull a little at the paper with the drawing with each question.

“So, how are we feeling about taking the Jingle Bell Ball once again? Do you guys feel like pros?”

“We love playing live shows,” Luke answers. “And no matter how much we do it, we want to make sure we’re, like, putting on a good show. So it’s comforting and like, nerve-wracking all at the same time.”

“Anything new and exciting you four are looking to debut? A laser light show? Maybe some backup dancers?”

The joke lands well and Ashton takes the question to answer. “The band has always been the four of us and about our music, so we want to for the time being to keep it that way. But who knows? The future’s full of possibilities. Though I’m thinking of new kits.”

“Ah, there we go. A good new kit could be fun. I’ve heard though, Calum, you might be looking to add a new bass to your rotation?”

Calum’s brows knit together. “I’m sorry? I don’t--”

“Dad,” Amiri interjects.

“Yes, buddy? You okay?” The confusion of the host’s question falls away as Calum turns his attention to Amiri.

“I told Matua ‘bout this. And I’m scared.”

“Scared? What are you scared about Amiri?”

Amiri reaches for the drawing and flips it over. A forest green instrument stares back at Calum. It looks like a bass, given the number of strings. There’s a brown neck and black and gold floral accents. “I made it. For you.”

“Oh, bud, this is so great. Thank you,” Calum exhales. He kisses Amiri’s forehead. “I love it.”

Amiri points to the door and Calum turns his attention in that direction. You’re already crossing the room to take hold of a case. “No, Dad. I made it. Like a new bass. For you to play wif.”

Calum sputters for his words as the rest of the guys shuffle over as much as possible. You’re careful as you crack open the case and a forest green bass stares back at him. “Buddy, what? You had a bass made for me?” Calum asks.

Amiri nods. “Early Christmas,” he grins.

“Oh my god,” Calum whispers. “It’s beautiful, son. Thank you.”

“You like it?”

“Like it? Amiri, I love it. Thank you so so much.” Amiri nods before the two embrace and Calum looks back over his shoulder to the bass. There’s specs of something like glitter or something reflective that catch in the light of the room. “I’m so blown away. You designed that?”

“Yep! Matua and Arran helped some. But I even paid for it!” Amiri boasts. “

You lean down into Michael’s microphone as everyone in the room seems a bit confused. “I gave him the card and he put the card into the machine and we signed together. So he ‘paid’ for it. But he’s been working hard on this since June. He came up to me after one of your days swimming and said, ‘Matua, I want to make Dad a bass for Christmas.’ And I was like, pick one out from a store that you think he’ll like or have one made. And he was adamant that he wanted to design one top to bottom. So, uh, Calum, all those extra doctor’s appointments and errands were me taking Amiri to the shop to work with the folks to design this bass. We’d spend an hour with them so he could screw in stuff and help them get the paint color right. And I don’t know much about how they actually build a bass. But if Amiri becomes a craftsman, I think we know why now.”

Calum looks back to the bass and is blown away by the fact that Amiri wanted to do something like this for him. “I’m going to eat so many vegetables to make up for this,” he laughs.

The room bursts into laughter. But Amiri knows what it means and he kisses Calum on his cheek. “So many,” Amiri giggles. “Love you, Dad.”

A week later, as the crowd starts to roar, Calum swings the forest green bass to his side and squats down to Amiri and Arran’s level. They give him a fist bump each. The headphones over their ears are to protect their hearing and sometimes Calum wishes they could hear the quick blessing he whispers over them. But he wonders if it’s better this way. If part of the routine is the silent care and love Calum pours over them. You fist bump Calum once he stands up fully and the two of you share a quick kiss.

The track, deep bass and the hint of Babylon, rises and Calum turns back to the band as they give each other one last fist bump and head up the steps of the stage. You catch the bass drum as Ashton settles kicking up. More people working the stage start to bustle about so you pick up Amiri and Arran to make sure they can still see Calum. Today, the Jingle Bell Ball set is the debut of Calum’s new bass and you were halfway anticipating Calum saying he can’t even touch the instrument because of the reason behind it.

But you’re glad he did take it. Amiri beams in your arms, watching as Calum works his fingers over the strings. Every second Amiri spent drawing and helping assemble the instrument matters ten times more in this moment. The set isn’t long as there are many other acts gearing up to follow. You set Amiri down first about halfway through the last song. You readjust your shirt after getting Arran down. Amiri shouts up at you and you don’t quite catch it all. You go to signal to him to give you just one more minute because the last notes are ringing out but instead he takes off. He bolts for the stage and your heart races in your chest. Arran, who notices Amiri taking off, jets off two.

“Fucking hell,” you mutter. Amiri stays at Calum’s side and it takes Calum just a second to realize that Amiri’s there until he notices the crowd giving a big ‘Aw’ as Amiri pats at his leg. Just as Calum gets down to the squat, Arran comes running out too.

Calum looks back over to you. You seem frozen for a moment before you start towards the stage. He signals for you to stay. He thinks you’re apologizing, but can’t confirm it. Kids are kids, he knows. At the end of the day, they’ll do kid things. Calum gets both boys into his arms and then gets over to the rest of the boys to give a quick bow. It’s not easy with both kids in his arms, but Calum dips his head and then carries Amiri and Arran off stage.

“I’m so sorry,” you rush out, coming up to Calum.

He shakes his head. “It’s okay. What happened?”

You reach up to help him out of his inner ears so that they can get packed up with the rest of the gear. “I’m not sure. I went to get Amiri down and I think he asked me something but I couldn’t hear him and then he took off,” you answer, following behind Calum as he steps away from the side of the stage.

“Can you get the headphones off for me?”

You walk behind Calum for a step or two and then he pulls off the side of the hallway. You work the headphones down from Amiri first and then Arran second. You hold the orange and red pairs of headphones in your hands as Calum looks over to Amiri. “Hey, Ri, what happened there? You coming on stage?”

He looks frightened for a moment at the question. “I asked Matua if I could go. I got excited.”

“Hey, no. It’s okay that you got excited. But Matua couldn’t hear you over the noise. You’ve got to stick with them. You shouldn’t run off like that. There’s cords and you could’ve easily tripped and fell. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Amiri’s eyes widened at the realization. “Oh, I’m sorry, Matua! I thought you said yes.”

You run a hand over his hair, the curls coming out in full force the older he gets. “Hey, you didn’t get hurt. So for now, no harm, no foul.”

“Arran, you shouldn’t run off either,” Calum adds. “I know you want to follow what Amiri does, but I want to keep you safe too.”

“I should stay with Matua,” Amiri interjects. “Sorry again.”

“Apology accepted, dear.” You kiss his head.

“Sowwy,” Arran tacks on as well.

“Apology accepted,” Calum returns. “And in awesome news, Amiri, the new bass absolutely shreds.”

The fear that filled Amiri’s face melts away as he perks up and smiles. “Really?”

“Oh, one thousand percent, it shreds,” Calum laughs. “Thank you again for making it for me.”

“I want to make more things!” Amiri declares. “Maybe I can make cool sticks for Uncle Ash?”

“I look forward to all your creations, Amiri. They’re brilliant. Absolutely phenomenal.” Amiri rattles on about all his other ideas and Calum carries them both down back towards the green room. Arran interjects sometimes with lines from the songs that they sung on stage and the whole trio of them fall into their normal rhythm of laughter. As you stay close to them, you catch the glint of your bands and think about how inside of each of them is one inscription that reads together, till death. And if death means your two kids giving you a heart attack and Calum being there, then you’ll take it all the way to the end.

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cause i'm a brooklyn baby

#famous ! streamer ! michael × famous ! blogger ! luke #That's my apportion for this fandom #I like this au #They know each other since middle school but no one knows until on a vlog and on a stream they both say how there sweet boyfriends #Ofc they post tons about each other #luke would post date vlogs #ans michael would actually post cooking fights #awwww lovveeeee #muke #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #micheal clifford #messy moodboard

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rockstar gf 💌🎸🍰

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #luke 5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #luke5sos #ashton 5 seconds of summer #ashton 5sos #michael 5 seconds of summer #michael 5sos #calum 5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #luke #i’m his rockstar gf #he’s so hot #i love him #luke hemmo #so rockstar #rockstar boyfriend

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michael & crystal

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Today in Lashton

May 31, 2012

When Luke is replying to a fan who isn’t feeling well, he offers up that Michael and Ash “irwie” are sick as well. 🥺❤️

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This is what I wanted to post on Swans post:

#credits to someone on twt that I will never know cause I find this second hand #please that’s sexy #please this is hilarious #cute date #boyfriends in Italy #just as the Italians wanted #pasta bfs #otp: i’m fond of you #luke hemmings #lrh #ashton irwin #afi #5sos #lashton #calum hood #cth #michael clifford #mgc

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michaelclifford: I am the luckiest man in the world because of you. every day I wake up and acknowledge how grateful I am for you and for our life. I love you more than you will ever know❤️ you will always rid me of the blues 🥰 - June 24, 2022

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Ash teaching Y/N to drum or seeing them drumming and feeling proud

Loved this request <3

Enjoy!!!

Drummer Boy

Pairing - Ashton Irwin x reader

Warnings - none

Word Count - 3583(!!!)

You couldn’t believe your life had ended up like this. An incredibly fortunate twist of fate brought you into what you had only dreamt of as a child. A pop star's partner. You had run into Ashton Irwin at a coffee shop while he and the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer were on tour. It had been purely coincidence, and honestly an embarrassing experience that he loves to remind you of. You’d turned around too quickly, rushing, looking down at your phone, and collided with him. Luckily he’d found the fluster amusing, and continued to come in.

That coffee shop had always been one of your routine trips in the morning, and after conversation after conversation, he’d finally weaseled his way into getting your number, and things had spiraled from there and here you were, waking up, albeit alone, in his bed, all of your stuff covering half of the walls and dressers.

And he was a drummer, no less. You’d always had a thing for drummers. Maybe it was the easy workout they get, or maybe it was just the fact that you’d always had a thing for members of the rhythm section. You know what they say.

You’d slid out of bed and had walked down to make coffee in the kitchen, not feeling like going out today. Wandering into the home studio that Ashton had created while working on Superbloom, you sat down at the small stool behind the piano. You knew a few of their songs off the top of your head, playing a slow rendition of Lover Of Mine when an idea popped into your head.

You decided to create a cover of Lover Of Mine just for Ashton. Valentine’s Day was quickly approaching and you thought it would be super sweet to do. Although, you didn’t quite know how to play Ashton’s drum part. So, you would leave that for last. You knew how to play guitar, piano, and bass, so you’d record those first. Ashton had shown you enough on mics to know how to professionally create a demo, instead of just recording and doing overlays on your music app on your phone.

Picking through specific tabs, you decided to start with the bass ones to record because they’d be the most suspicious to be caught recording. Ashton already knew you knew how to play Lover Of Mine on the piano, so that wouldn’t be a surprise, and the chords for the song aren’t the only song using them, so guitar could be played off easily. However, the bass tabs were unique so that would have to be the first one that was recorded.

You’d always had a love for the bass guitar. The other half of the rhythm section had always called your name. It wasn’t too difficult to quickly get used to the movement of tabs and the adjustment of holding the instrument, and it wasn’t hard to quickly record the beat of it. Listening over the track many ,many times until you decided that it was good enough for you to move on, you quickly made sure it was saved so you wouldn’t lose all of your work. Not like it would take a while to redo it, but still. More hassle with not enough time in the day.

Moving on to the guitar part, you remembered the main reason you liked bass better. It was easier. The guitar chords hurt your fingers as the thin strings dug into them, and the chords made annoying buzzy sounds, but eventually you got the hang of it. You’d been playing guitar for years, but you still weren’t a huge fan of it, or amazing at it. It just wasn’t your best instrument. That’s okay though, you mastered the few simple chords fairly quickly, almost finishing the guitar part just as quickly as the bass tabs.

This left the piano and drum parts left. Knowing the piano version by heart, you moved back over to work on it quickly. You got caught up in it, enjoying the way that the keys pressed down under your fingers and the pedal amplified the gentle sound. Piano has always been a way to relax and let stress roll off of you. It was like Ashton’s drumming. He used it as stress relief as well. But piano felt different, in a way. There was gentle piano, like Lover Of Mine, and then there was your angry songs, like Take Me To Church, with the trauma-filled lyrics and the pounding beat to it. You sat, recording the piano parts, letting yourself get lost in the melody, and the lyrics rolling through your head.

Drums. The drumming part was gonna be hard. You didn’t know drums. But you were going to try your best to get it done. It might take a few days, and you might have to ask Ashton for help, which you would have to try really hard to not raise his suspicion about it. He had a creepy way of always knowing what was going through your head, and while this may help most of the time, right now it definitely wouldn’t.

Luckily, he took a lot of interest and fun into showing other people how to play his favorite instrument, so you knew a little bit. But not nearly enough to learn a full song, so you spent hours googling and tinkering with it trying to figure out how it would all come together. You relistened to the studio track and the live versions of Lover Of Mine, trying to figure out just how important the drumming was to the song. (Obviously, it’s very important, but you were weighing your options of seeing if it would sound remotely similar or close enough without the drumming in it. That way you could just leave the drums out and you’d be more likely to get away with keeping this secret until Valentine’s Day, and you wouldn’t have to ask Ashton for his help.)

You slipped headphones on to listen to the track while trying to match the sounds on the instrument in front of you. Time was quickly passing by, as you kept the song on loop, slowly working part by part to make progress through the song. You’d gotten about halfway through, completely oblivious to your audience.

Ashton was standing there, leaning against the doorway. He’d decided to not make you aware of his existence yet. He’d been standing there for quite some time, watching your frustration and your moments of elation when you finally matched them and got some of the notes and beat right. He knew he’d taught you most of what you were using, but it also made him super proud that you were even attempting on your own. It shot fondness straight to his heart, knowing that you were trying to figure out and enjoy the instrument he built his entire life on, the one thing that he loved the most, second only to you.

He didn’t yet recognize the beat you were attempting to play, but that was fine. He didn’t need to know everything. There was enough he could figure out with just watching that he didn’t want to disturb you. He did wonder why you didn’t just wait and ask him for help when he got back, but shrugged it off. You didn’t have to tell him everything, and he’d always admired your strong sense of independence. It was only when your forehead lines started to crease in frustration and your mouth turned into a thin line in anger, that he decided to step in. Your back was to him, the door being behind the drum kit. He didn’t want to scare you, so he walked up and gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Do you need some help with that?”

Despite the gentle touch, you were still a bit startled, not expecting him to be there. You quickly pulled off the headphones and switched off of the tab showing the Lover Of Mine tutorial, hoping desperately he hadn’t seen it. You weren’t quite so lucky. He didn’t say anything about it, but he had a small smile on his face that clearly showed he’d seen it. You were happy he didn’t ask questions. Instead, he just reached for the drumsticks in your hands.

“May I?”

You nodded, and let go of them, letting him take them from your grip. You stood up and let him take the stool. He sat down and started to play the song. You had taken a seat on the couch across the room, listening and watching the way he easily hit all the correct notes, all the right rhythms. You were slightly jealous of his ability to easily pick up any single instrument that he tried. You’d never been able to do that. But at the same time it was a talent that you admired in him. Among other things, of course. But it was definitely at the top of the list. He finished the song, smiling.

“That the one you were going for?”

You nodded.

“Yea.”

“Any specific reason?”

“Nope.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“You sure? You shook your head oddly fast for it to be a coincidence.”

“I’m sure.”

He smiled. You knew he could tell you were lying about it, but he didn’t seem to be too hurt. He was many things, but a fool did not happen to be one of them. He knew there was some secret you were holding, but he wasn’t offended by you not wanting to tell him. He’d always respected your privacy when it came to things you didn’t want to tell him, as long as you weren’t holding back hurtful things. However, he did want to help, if you’d let him.

“Alright then. Come over here, I’ll teach you to play it.”

About an hour later, you’d pretty much mastered the song. Thank god. You knew full well that you wouldn’t have been able to do it without him, but you were also incredibly relieved that you didn’t completely spill your secret and surprise for the upcoming week when he walked in. Thank god he never asked any questions, and didn’t push you to answer anything you didn’t want to.

“I think you’ve got it!”

You smiled. Finally.

“I think so too. Only took forever.”

He laughed, a real laugh, not one of the chuckles he forces out in interviews when he’s uncomfortable. That made you so much more relieved.

“It actually didn’t take that long. I expected more time, to be completely honest. Not like I mind. I love spending time with my two favorite things to do.”

You gave a playful glare.

“You really chose that wording?”

He laughed again.

“Sorry babe. Couldn’t resist.”

“You definitely could.”

It was just banter, there was no legitimate anger behind your words.

Now, you just had to wait until the next day when he wasn’t around so you could record the drum part without him being suspicious over what you were up to. Which turns out, wouldn’t take that long. Just the next day, he walked into your doorway and gently knocked on the frame.

“Hey love?”

You looked up from scrolling on your phone.

“Yea, what’s up?”

He gave a soft, yet sad smile.

“I have to go to the studio for a few hours. I know that we were supposed to spend today together, and I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright! I know you guys have a lot to do, with the album release coming up and all the promo. No worries!! Just text me when you’re on your way back okay? We can take a rain check for now.”

He walked over and hugged you.

“I don’t deserve you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You deserve me and more. Go get your work done. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You were really happy actually, that he finally got out of the house. Not because you didn’t want to spend time with him, but Valentine’s Day was tomorrow, and you had to be able to finish the cover before that morning. Now you would have the opportunity to finish the drum part and the singing part in your short time alone. And that was exactly what you got done. Still remembering the way and rhythm of the drumming, you knocked that out first. You barely made any mistakes and got it done in just a few takes, quickly overlaying it with all of the guitar, bass, and piano cover parts, making sure that it sounded satisfactory to gift. It did.

You were incredibly happy with the way it was sounding so far, and moved on to start recording the lyrics. You truly enjoyed singing, and had almost gone into it as a career. It was still a heavy secondary part of you. Because of that, you were heavily critical of your own voice. You couldn’t stand listening to it back, which was going to make the recording of it so much more difficult. You recorded triple the takes of every single instrument you’d recorded already put together. You hated the way they all sounded, and you knew in the back of your mind that it was really just your anxiety speaking and that they all sounded fine. However, that didn’t stop the perfectionism in you, so you continued to do take after take until you were satisfied with the results given.

Finally, you were happy with it, and you moved on to making sure that everything sounded good when it was overlaid and mixed together. It was fairly easy to make sure that all the instruments sounded good, and you decided to just leave it there. You thought the acoustic idea gave it more authenticity and you wanted to keep it that way. It felt more real, more loving. You liked the feeling of it and you hoped Ashton would too. Your phone dinged, right as you were thinking about him, with a message from the devil himself.

“Hi love, be home in 10. Got everything done, tomorrow is ours!”

“Sounds great. See you soon! <;3”

You quickly finished up everything you were working on, and made sure the demo was saved, but hid it under a folder of other recordings, hoping he wouldn’t look into that specific one later that night. Right as you finished closing everything off and making sure that the drums didn’t look touched, you heard the door open. You slipped behind the piano, pulling up some of the current songs you’d been working on in your free time, gently beginning to play them and waiting for Ash to walk in on his own. It didn’t take him long at all. He came and sat in the room with you, seating himself on the couch and simply listening. The longer the song went, the more a smile grew across his face. As the song drew to a close, you met eyes and smiled back at him.

“I love listening to you play.”

The smile remained on your face.

“I could say the same.”

A ton of songs were covered that night, singing, playing, mostly soft loving ones for the upcoming holiday.

Waking and sitting up the next morning you let out a small sigh of relief. You’d kept the secret until Valentine’s Day. Admittedly one of your favorite smaller holidays. You liked the special days, the ones filled with love and care, even if you both received and shared that same amount of love and care every day. You wouldn’t have settled for less, but you’d never felt like you settled for anything with Ashton. He was truly above and beyond anything you’d ever asked for. You couldn’t wait to show him the gift you’d made him, but you were going to have to wait a bit, for two reasons. The first being that he wasn’t even awake, and the second one being that you had another thing for him. It wasn’t as huge as the cover, but you’d gotten him sunflower seeds to plant in the backyard, knowing he’d been wanting to for a while, along with a card.

He shifted next to you, rising. His arm reached out, grabbing yours and pulling you back down to lay next to him.

“C’mere. It’s too early.”

You laughed.

“It’s 10:00, goofball. Get up.”

He shifted, making eye contact.

“Still too early. Not moving yet.”

“Happy Valentine's Day to you too, lovely.”

He lifted himself up to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Give me another hour and I promise to woo you.”

You laughed.

“Fine. I’m getting up though.”

He pouted. You relented.

“Okay, I’ll stay for a bit.”

Watching as his breath evened out, you waited until you were completely sure that he was asleep. Once you were positive, you slipped out of bed to go set out his stuff on the counter, minus the demo. Doing this, you realized it would make more sense to do it in your home studio room, so that’s where you decided to do it. You moved everything into there, and smiled when you realized Ashton had had the same idea.

Walking in, there was a vase of flowers sitting on the piano bench, a note taped to them, and a card with your name written in cursive on the front. Deciding to open the card later, you read the small note.

“I set this up last night after you went to bed. If you’re reading this alone, I probably begged you to let me sleep a bit longer because I hate waking up early. I love you!!! Don’t open the card without me please. <;3”

“I see you found my note.”

You turned around to see Ash standing in the doorway, hair all ruffled and clearly having just gotten up.

“I did. It’s been less than an hour though, I’m shocked to see you awake.”

“The bed got cold without you. Happy Valentine’s Day. Wanna open cards? I got you flowers, obviously.”

You smiled.

“Absolutely.”

Cards were opened, and Ashton had the biggest smile opening the small packets of sunflower seeds.

“I can’t wait to plant these.”

You laughed.

“I was hoping you’d be excited. I know you love sunflowers.”

“You’re my sunflower.”

“Don’t be cheesy.”

He rolled his eyes. You gave him a side hug to placate him.

“I have one more thing for you.”

His eyebrows raised in questioning.

“Okay. Should I be scared?”

You gave a playful glare.

“No. You should be excited.”

Grabbing the headphones, you handed them to him.

“You have to put these on.”

He gave a skeptical look.

“I’m scared.”

You gave him a hit to the arm.

“Shut up and put the headphones on before I revoke my gift.”

He laughed.

“Fine, fine. Don’t play some creepy sounds.”

You didn’t dignify it with a reply, you just reached over and clicked play on your cover. It didn’t take him very long to realize what was playing in his ears, and his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

“Babe-”

“Listen now, talk later, yeah?”

It didn’t take very long for the song to finish up, and his face was adorned in such a huge smile.

“You like it?”

“I loved it.”

“Thank you.”

“Wait a minute- that’s what you were learning the drums for?!”

You laughed.

“Yes. I had it all planned, I already had the guitar and bass and piano recorded before you got home. You came home earlier than I expected, and I had to accept your help and hope you wouldn’t ask too many questions. Luckily, you didn’t, although I could tell you had quite a few spinning around in your brain. You made my job amazingly easy when you had to disappear for a few hours to the studio for the next day, giving me all the time I needed. You almost caught me recording the vocals though, I had just finished saving, overlaying, and mixing it with all the instrument tracks when you walked in. I was terrified you’d see the nervousness on my face when I quickly moved over to play the piano right as you entered the room.”

He shook his head, shock and amusement on his face. He couldn’t believe you’d pulled this off right under his nose. Well, maybe that was a lie. You definitely had the guts and the persistence to pull it off, and you definitely contain the ability to create the element of surprise. The thing he was mostly shocked about was the fact that you didn’t have the ability to keep a secret for the life of you, so he was floored that you were able to keep this quiet and continue to work on it for two days. Although, I suppose it is easier when he wasn’t even there.

“I can’t decide whether to laugh, cry, or kiss you.”

You took a few steps closer to him.

“I’m good with all three, but I’m especially down for the last one.”

“I figured you would be.”

He smiled, pulling you a few steps closer for a long kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you more.”

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#Boyfriend is a lashton stan #5sos #5secondsofsummer #Ashton irwin #Luke hemmings #calum hood #michael clifford #5sosfanfic #lashton

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A Moment's Surprise--Chapter 15

Whether it’s called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.

Reader (Gender Neutral) X Calum. Multi-chapter Series.

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Calum’s gentle as he lowers Amiri into the bassinet. He lets himself bend over, Amiri still tucked up against his chest and once he’s close enough to the bed, Calum’s careful to rest the baby down. Amiri lets out a little huff but otherwise stays content and asleep in his wrap. As softly as he can, Calum takes small steps back. He’s mindful of his house shoes so they don’t cause too much noise against the hardwood floors. Once he’s sure Amiri is settled, Calum turns his attention over to you. The irony isn't lost on him how much effort went into converting the guest room only for Amiri to sleep in your shared bedroom. It was agreed this would be temporary, but for the time being, Calum’s grateful to be close by for his baby boy.

You lay curled up on the right side of the bed. Calum took the mid morning shift as he likes to call it. You woke up early to feed, bathe, and change and Calum only got max an hour more sleep than you. And then he took over and you’d get a couple extra hours of sleep before waking again. Then Calum would nap a little--usually an hour to an hour and half--and by about the afternoon both of you were up and about. As much as Calum wanted to share every second with the two of you, he was grateful to have those stolen moments. When Amiri stares at up him and grins, Calum’s heart soars. He knows in that moment that there is nothing else that he wants more ever than the smile on his son’s face.

Calum presses a kiss to your forehead. You stir just a little but his voice is quiet and quick to reassure you. “It’s okay. Just want to give you some love.”

Your smile is shaded in the sleep that you’re under but he still takes it. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

He leaves the two of you to rest, but makes sure to clip the baby monitor to his hip. With an exhale, Calum turns to the house spotting Duke sauntering by him and pausing at the bedroom door. “He’s sleeping, man. When he’s awake you can guard him,” Calum teases. Though Calum had hoped Duke wouldn’t be too bad with Amiri, he’s shocked at just how much Duke has taken to him. When Amiri’s out and not strapped to one of their chests, Duke is right there at the edge of the seat or mat taking careful watch. The smallest coo or even occasionally fart perks Duke’s ears and Duke’s off to get one of you two.

Duke settles for just a moment before he carries on to the backyard. Calum turns to get the laundry he wanted to get started earlier going again, a diaper change interrupted the work previously. As the machine fills, Calum continues to the backdoor. There, his mother sits in one of the plush chairs, book in hand.

Like she can sense him approaching, she turns and waves Calum closer. “You two hungry yet? I can get lunch started now, so you can get a little extra sleep too.”

“I’m okay for now. We’ll see what they say once they wake,” Calum offers, knowing that you may or may not be hungry either.

“Ah, I’m shocked you don't have Amiri tucked in close,” Joy laughs.

“He’s done for a nap too,” Calum answers. He settles across from his mother, moving the baby monitor from his hip to the front of his shirt to ensure he can hear should anything go on. It’s only been a few days since you’ve all returned home. Calum doesn’t hardly check his phone much other than to update the guys about what’s going on or send pictures. But even he knows the lingering questions are primed behind everyone’s teeth. Though Amiri was born only a couple weeks shy of his due date, the Oceania tour dates still remain. Calum had yet to make up his mind about whether or not he’d continue. But he knew soon he’d have to make up his mind so that the dates could be either rescheduled or tickets refunded. But he didn’t really want to think about it. Because he knows the choice he’s going to make.

“How are you feeling?” Joy asks.

“Okay. I’d definitely be more frazzled if not for you being here. Speaking of, Dad said his flight is all good to take off tomorrow or today for him? Time zones,” Calum laughs. Though he’d been sleeping better than he thought he would there was still some mental fog that had yet been cut.

“Oh, he’s going to spoil Amiri. God the two of them are going to be thick as thieves.” Joy is happy that David is able to finally make it out, but she can see something else eating away at her son. Something else is lingering behind his eyes. “Spit it out. Before it eats you alive.”

“I wanna keep the Oceania dates. I want to finish out this tour strong and then spend the next year just secluded away with my family,” Calum confesses. His mother will always be able to get the truth out of him.

“If that’s what you want, then it’s what you want.”

“Everyone else is going to think I’m insane. They’re going to ask me, ‘Are you sure?’ and I don’t want to deal with that.”

“Your team or the lovely human being sleeping in the bedroom? Who’s everyone?”

There it was. There’s the truth that Calum hadn’t even unearthed himself. Would you be okay with it? Would you want him here to help more before going off for another two weeks? The last thing he wanted to do was cause you stress.

Joy takes the silence in stride, only watching the wheels of Calum’s mind spinning through the pull of his brow. “All you can do is talk and see.”

“Yeah, I know. I just-it wasn’t a hard delivery and we’re on the up. But I don’t want my leaving to put them in a spiral, you know?”

“How long is David staying in town?”

“Well into the new year. I think he’s leaving the first week of February so he will be here for my birthday too.”

“Oceania dates aren’t until the end of next month. That’s still a month of you being home to bond with Amiri and make sure that when you go, the two of them are straight. And then David and I will be here as well. And for Christmas, their family is coming into town as well. There’s a lot of support,” Joy reasons.

When it was all laid out it didn’t feel like such a bad thing to want. Calum nods along to what his mother is saying. “Gonna be a full house for a while. You’re sure you’re okay with rooming with Dad?”

“Love, I was married to him. It’ll be fine.”

His parents still supported him and never made a fuss when sharing a room. And it’s in moments like this that he’s grateful for it. “Let me know, okay? We can always work something out. Dad is staying in a hotel for ten days once he lands before coming here. Just to make sure he’s good before meeting Amiri.”

“Does that mean if you leave for tour you’ll self isolate too?” Joy asks.

Calum nods at the question. He catches just the faintest hint of a whine starting up and he’s starting to push up from the chair before he catches your voice floating in through the monitor. The whines quiet but it doesn’t stop Calum from getting up. “I don’t want to risk his health or theirs.”

Joy watches Calum start back towards the house. “My son,” she laughs. “At least we raised him right.”

Calum cracks open the bedroom door and he finds you sitting up on the bed with Amiri on your chest. “You two okay?” he asks softly.

“Yeah. He got just a little fussy. I’ll get him back down here in a second.”

“You up or going to lay back down once Amiri’s settled?” Next to Calum’s feet, he feels something shuffle by and he spots Duke sauntering up to the bed. He steps through to help the old man up and Duke settles in on your lap, his snout resting on your stomach just a little to watch Amiri.

“I’m up if you want to nap now.”

Calum crosses the room and settles on the bed by your feet. “I think I’m okay for now. I think we need to talk.”

“About?”

“Oceania dates,” Calum returns.

You only look at him. Your attention lifts from Amiri to Calum and Calum sees the ways your eyes flick over his face. “You want to go don’t you?”

He nods. “But once this tour is over, I want to come back to you and Amiri and it’s just us three. It’s been so long since we’ve last toured and I don’t want to let those fans down. But I also don’t want to stress you out. It feels like I keep trying to have it all.”

The seconds weigh down around Calum. You inhale deeply and then shuffle to get Duke out of your lap and get Amiri back into the bassinet. Calum watches you the entire time. “How long are those dates again?”

“It’ll be closer to two weeks. And with the way things are, I’d have to self isolate once I’m back in the States too. And I know it’s not ideal, I know it’s not.”

Facing him again, Calum sees the way you’re thinking. He stands and the two of you quietly shuffle out of the room. “What is it?” Calum asks, getting the bedroom door closed just enough. He moves the baby monitor back to his hip.

“You talk about this tour but there’s going to be another. It’s not just me anymore, Cal. We have Amiri now. What happens after the next album and the next tour? What do we do then when you leave? Amiri needs his dad; I want him to have his dad around-call it selfish, I don’t care.”

Calum takes your hands. “Baby, I don’t have the answers to those questions. And I can’t and don’t want to make promises that future me can’t keep. But I am telling you right now. That I don’t want to leave again after Oceania. I want to spend the whole of next year at your side and with Amiri. I want to watch him grow up for the next year and of course I want to be there for everything. I want to be there for him and you. But I don’t know the future. I can tell you right now that whatever does comes next will be a discussion between you and I and we will work to make sure you feel supported should I have to go again.”

You drop your head into the wall behind you. “I know it’s not fair. But I’m a worrier, remember. You did say you wanted to marry me so here I am.”

Calum presses in closer to you, guiding your arms around his waist as he takes hold of your cheeks to steady your gaze on him. “I still do. I know this isn’t easy. I keep asking of you, but I want you to know it’s not just because I’m trying to be selfish. I finish out this tour, it’s money in the bank. We won’t have to fuss or keep quiet about paying bills around Amiri. That wasn’t fun to grow up around and I don’t want that for my family at all. When I come back home, we’ll have family lunches with the three of us where I pick you up from work on your break. And I can buy Amiri and I matching outfits and you can rant and rave about how ridiculous it all is. You’ll kiss me because you love me. I’ll reveal that we got you a matching shirt because I love you. And we’ll be a family. More so than we already are.”

“Is this a promise you can keep?” Your words fall out shakily, thanks to the tears that are forming in your eyes.

“Absolutely, love. This is a promise I absolutely can keep,” Calum whispers.

“I’m holding you to it. I want a matching ridiculous shirt or chain or something. The next year-save anything extreme-it’s just us three.”

“And you will have it, babe.”

The two of you share a kiss--it’s tender as Calum holds you gently and you grip onto his t-shirt.

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Ashton steps out of the van first to watch Calum and you descend down the front steps. The two of you have briefly introduced the rest of the band to Amiri. Though you two mostly just wanted as much time with him before Calum went back on tour. But you walk hand in hand with Calum down the front steps. Amiri’s strapped in around your chest and even though it is early in the morning, he seems to be semi alert.

The suitcase rolls behind Calum and he can’t help but giggle at the sight of the rest of the guys piling out of the van. They approach gently. You turn to the side so they can get a peek at the baby. Amiri is blessed and cursed. Though his cheeks aren’t quite as chubby as Calum’s, he did get Calum’s nose and big brown eyes. “By God, those Hood genes are strong,” Ashton teases. “You look just like your pops, Amiri.”

“Wanna say hi to Uncle Ashton?” you pose to the child. His eyes drift to your face and his smile brightens. “Oh,” you laugh, “not say hi to Matua. Say hi to Ash, buddy.”

“I’m your Uncle Ash,” Ashton’s voice is soft. His fingers brush softly over the bottom of Amiri’s socked foot. “Oh, that’s wild to say.”

“Let me see him,” Luke huffs and Ashton slips behind you. You catch Calum and Ashton greeting each other, but then your attention flicks back to Luke who’s cooing down at Amiri. “Ash is right. I love you, but he looks just like Calum.”

“It’s alright. My genes will win the next round,” you laugh.

“Two kids? Y’all aren’t wasting time,” Luke laughs, pushing up at the bottom of Amiri’s foot. The movement widens his smile up at Luke.

“Not yet, but eventually yeah,” you answer.

“Be good, Amiri, until Uncle Luke gets back alright. Then we can be bad together.” Luke’s slightly squeal-like laughter leaves him as he scurries away due to your hot stare. “You can’t be mad at me with an adorable baby on your chest.”

“Calum, can you hold Amiri so I can be mad at Luke?”

“Don’t do it,” Luke pleads to Calum. “Don’t do it, man.”

But Calum reaches in and gets Amiri safely in his arms. You stalk behind Luke. “I did it,” he calls out but Luke is already ducking behind Ashton. When you catch up to him, you just wrap him up in a hug as he laughs.

“Can’t stay mad too long,” you return, punching lightly at Luke’s shoulder.

“We need Uncle dates with the little man,” Ashton chimes in. “Just us bros,” he clarifies.

You nod at the request. It’s reasonable enough and you know that Calum’s not one to let the offer just sit on the table knowing how close he is to all of them. “Of course, I wouldn’t want to keep you all from him. But my baby better now wind up with a wrap sheet before he’s two.”

“We’re not that bad, c’mon,” Ashton snickers, slipping an arm around your shoulders. “Earlier in my youth, maybe. But not now. Not when my brothers are startin’ families.”

“Irwin, you seem to forget that I know you,” you laugh. And it’s not entirely false that you know Ashton did have more of a wild streak in him. Though now he was about his peace and interconnection to the universe, Calum did not hold back on the details of the nights he spent with Ashton roaming cities. Where Calum looked too innocent for his own good, Ashton had a face that was handsome and read just how mischievous he might get or once was.

Ashton’s laughter is contagious, but his hold is warm and sincere. “Ah, maybe you got me. But Amiri will be safe. We’ll be sure of it. And we’ll make sure Calum is too while we’re gone.”

“Thanks, Ash. It means a lot.”

Above the tender moment, Calum’s wheezing laugh--one where it cuts out and then he gets a gust of air to let out a sound before it cuts out again-- rings out. “Babe,” he calls out, turning just a little to see where you landed. All of you--you, Ashton, and Luke, trail over and when you approach, you spot Michael holding up a plush of an xbox controller.

“Michael, where in the world did you get that?” you ask.

“I have my sources. But it’s for Amiri. So he can practice while Calum’s away on tour and then when we get back, we can tag him in for a game or two,” Michael offers.

Calum’s laughing too hard to respond, but you swallow back down the snickers enough to get out a response. “I’ll make sure to squeeze practice time in between his morning poop and his second bottle.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” Michael counters.

You hadn’t even noticed David walking up but he takes the plushy while giving the rest of the boys hugs. It’s clear that the clock is ticking away its last seconds. Calum hands Amiri off to his mother, when his hands are free he cups your cheeks. “I love you.” The words are nothing more than a whisper but you feel them down to your toes.

“I love you,” you return.

“Send me all the pictures and updates okay? I don’t care if it’s just him sleeping or you grocery shopping. I want everything.”

You trail your fingers up the lines of his forearms. “I will.”

Calum drops his forehead to yours. And you know in this moment as much as Calum wanted to do this, to finish out the tour, it’s killing him more and more as the seconds tick away. Everything that he wanted was here and everything he’s got to do is out in the world far away. The curse of responsibilities, the curse of his profession, as much as it had blessed him, it would always come with a slight cost.

“We’re not going anywhere, love. Amiri and I will be right here when you get back,” you whisper against his lips.

Calum seals his lips around yours, to swallow down the promise you’ve just uttered. And then he has to go. He knows the flight won’t wait forever. You know that it’s killing him. But Calum goes and you wish him well. Joy gives Amiri’s arm a small lift so he waves and then the van rolls down the street, down away from the house.

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Calum looks out the window for as long as he can at the sight of you and Amiri surrounded by his parents. The van rounds the corner and you’ve slipped into the rearview mirror. Calum falls back into the seat and is greeted by the tiny smile Luke gives him. “You’ll be back before you know it,” he offers softly.

“I really hope so,” Calum returns.

“Oh, I’m regretting that protein shake now,” Michael mutters from their left. Calum looks over and shakes his head.

“I don’t want a gassy car ride, man,” Ashton huffs.

“No, it’s not that. I can just still taste it--chalky,” Michael returns.

“I’ve got gum,” Calum offers and Michael nods. Calum reaches into the small pocket of his backpack. He spies something white and thick. He distinctly does not remember putting that in there when he packed yesterday. He pulls it out and notices your handwriting on the cover, “Dad,” it reads. His heart hammers in his chest. What have you done?

“You okay?” Ashton asks.

“Ye-yeah,” Calum breathes out, putting the envelope into his lap and then resumes his search for gum. Once he finds it, he tosses it over to Michael.

“Thanks,” Michael returns.

Calum keeps attention on the card. The roads are mostly smooth beneath them and he knows they’ve hit the highway. He flips the card back over and sees only a small gold sticker is holding the envelope close. Easy enough to pop and a card stares back up at him. He fishes it out. His ears are ringing. What have you done?

Two polaroids slip down from the card. Calum’s not fast enough to get them before they land in his lap. But one lands face up--of Calum and Amiri together. Calum’s stretched out on the couch with Amiri on his chest. The sharpie at the bottom of the photo reads, “Nap time.” Calum flips over the other one and it’s a picture of you, tongue poking out as you hold Amiri to your chest. The bottom holds a caption too, “10/10 Burps.” Calum’s vision blurs for a second, but he carries on to look back at the handwriting in the card.

Dear Dad,

Firstly, I’m dictating this to Matua and they’re writing this down--but yes, it’s really me speaking to you. Really, it’s me, Amiri.

Anyways, I know I’m young right now. Maybe much too young for you to think I could dictate a card, but I wanted to let you know that the last few weeks of being around have been great. Matua says you’re going on this thing called tour--you’ll be singing and playing music to your fans or something. It sounds like it means a lot to you. I figured if I wrote you this card it might help while you’re gone. (Matua insisted on the pictures; they haven’t quite captured my good side yet. But we’re working on it.)

Morning stretches have definitely kept me limber. But the thing that matters the most is that I know you love me. I know you’ll be there. Thanks for all the night snuggles when I got fussy. Thanks for pep talks, the late nights where we game together--well, they’re late nights for me, according to Matua.

Looking forward to all your stories about the last bit of tour, Pops.

Your Son,

Amiri

And in the bottom corner of the card a tiny footprint resides. Calum traces the edges of the ink. He’s not even sure how you managed to get a perfect stamping. But he’s grateful. A tiny laugh escapes his chest. He knows the tears are welling--he can feel them stinging behind his eyes. But he’s so grateful at the moment to have a tiny piece of you two. Someone slips him a tissue--he’s not sure who. But Calum takes it and wipes at his nose.

“I need to go ring shopping.” Calum means it mostly for himself but the rest of the boys hear.

Ashton’s quick to chime in. “We’re in Sydney for two days. I’m sure we can snag one of our mums to go with you. What you got there if I can ask?”

Calum slips the card over to Ashton to read including the polaroids too. Ashton’s voice is a whisper as he reads slightly aloud to the note. “Dude,” he laughs-it’s mostly in awe. “That’s so fucking sweet. What’s their sing size?”

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It’s not a shock when Calum’s phone shakes. He finishes the sip of water and peers down to see what caused his phone to light up. It’s a message from you. He’s quick to open the notification. He wonders if it’ll be a video like last time of you trying on pants in a dressing room for work or if it’ll be the coos of Amiri as you blow raspberries on his tummy. Either possibility excites Calum. He instead finds a tweet linked. His eyes skim over the content of the tweet to see your message attached underneath. You’re making headlines, Dad.

Uncertain about the context, Calum loads the tweet. Photos of him from the airport a couple days ago don’t seem like the kind of thing you’d be referring to, so he swipes through and there in the last picture attached is, albeit blurry, the word Dad on the envelope. The card you’d snuck into his backpack. The card Calum carried with them literally everywhere he went. The card that Calum fell asleep holding and reading every night since he left. The card that Calum has right next to his phone right now.

it’s the card addressed to “Dad” for me, reads the caption of the tweet. In the replies are thousands of comments. Some are nice, speculating if the card is from you or if the card is from the child. Others aren’t as graceful in their dissatisfaction.

Calum exits the tweet and goes back to the text thread. I’m a cool Dad tho, right?

Definitely cool. Definitely a Dad.

Calum snorts at the retorts. Cut deep dont you? I should give consent first before you go for the jugular.

You laugh react to the text. It takes only a few seconds for the text to come through in response from you. Do I have your consent to go for your throat?

Always. Calum hits send and his fingers are working on another text too. Also, I’m tempted to tweet out just the photo of his name and footprint. Thoughts?

If you feel safe enough to do that, sure. I keep wanting to post all the videos I have, but have to physically restrain myself.

Calum looks over to the card. He slips it out from the envelope and gets the pictures out of the way. Before he can really think it all the way through, ponder what it really means to confirm his child, he’s snapping a photo of the bottom of the card. He keeps all the rest of it--the body of the note written by you but dictated by Amiri--out of the picture. It’s just the closing and the footprint.

He goes back to the tweet and taps to reply, It’s the footprint for me. Calum attaches the photo. It’s easy to hit send. It’s easy to watch the tweet load. It’s easy to share only this small piece. He snaps a screenshot of the finished product and sends it over to you.

His phone shakes a minute or two later. He opens the thread and sees you’ve attached a screenshot of your IG, For you know not what you’ve done. Calum’s quick to go to your page and the latest post is a black and white photo of the three of you curled up in the shade of the backyard. Calum swipes and the polaroid picture of you burping Amiri greets him. He swipes again. It’s the video Calum took of you showing him the trick you found on the internet to help relieve gas and sooth Amiri when he gets fussy. He watches it all the way through and when his own voice echoes back in awe, he continues on to the next photo. He thinks for a moment it’s just a photo but then it moves, a bit of wind crackling through the speakers. It’s just the back of Joy as she sings softly to Amiri in her arms. He swipes again and he’s greeted with the photo of you and Calum mere moments after Amiri was born. You’d ask your doula if she felt comfortable taking photos and she agreed. There weren’t many as she kept her focus on you, but the moment as both of you stare in awe at Amiri is one of the few she did get. The sight gets Calum everytime. He can still hear the cry you released, how relieved and elated you sounded in that moment when he thinks back to the moment. The posted photo in black and white and only really shows from the chest up, but Calum will know that day clearer than any others.

The caption of your collection simply reads, Oct. 18th.

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