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valentiyne · 7 months

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𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 & 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗌 ☆ 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽

Calum Hood x Famous!Reader Summary: Requested! After 4 years of agreed no contact, one phone call and song takes back all that you've worked for. Warnings: Mild Cursing, Slight of Explicit Content. Word Count: 1k (not rlly proofread lol) Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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"So, Y/n tell us more about Calum Hood"

A name I hadn't heard in exactly 4 years to the very date.

48 months, 1461 days, and 35040 excruciating long fucking hours.

My face immediately lights up at the name nevertheless, brushing my hair behind my ear nervously,

"Hood? I'm not quite sure what this has to do with my upcoming EP coming out at midnight", I breathlessly laugh out, my eyes locking with the interviewer in front of me. My new work titled, "Bittersweet" was launching at midnight, only containing 4 songs to go along with the 4 bittersweet years I've spent away from him. It was hopeless of me to write about him, but he was the only source of inspiration I could find.

"Well you two had a bit of chemistry as far as we know, is that right?"

Sure we did. We spent over 6 years together on and off, but always came back to each other. He was my rock, my everything, but ultimately we knew it wasn't going to work out.

"Sure we did, I mean it was nothing but a mere innocent crush", I cross my legs now, my shaky hands clasped on top of my knees. The crowd was silent as excited fans packed into the small room to hear the soft launch before midnight.

"Well it was surely more than innocent", she motions to the screen next to us. "This picture was taken four years ago in Bali during the second leg of their tour", I mentally roll my eyes but smile anyway. A few people from the crowd squealed as the iconic picture of us in cuddled up on the beach was displayed, the same one he posted himself as an excuse to have me on his page.

"Like I said- It was a small crush" I was trying to convince myself more than everyone else.

I watch as the slideshow continues on, the screen filled with every single moment in time that Calum and I were spotted together across the world. A few innocent ones of us walking next to each other, to one taken on the balcony of a hotel. We were just kids who didn't know what they were doing- lost in the moment together. He will always have a place in my heart. When things ultimately ended, we both agreed to never speak again- it was only weighing each other down.

"Well I thank you for your time, I hope everyone enjoys the album and finds some comfort in the chaos", I stand up abruptly, extending my hand to shake the interviewer's hand. The crowd cheered quietly as I walked off the stage with a slight wave. I needed to get out of here, I felt like a complete idiot working myself up over someone that I no longer talked to.

I slipped past the stage crew as I shuffled out past the backdoors and towards the parking lot, my fingers fumbling with my keys as I tore my driver's door open and plopped down dramatically. The door shut behind me and I sighed to myself loudly,

That was fucking ridiculous, they didn't even ask anything about me. Just about someone I never wanted to mention. Of course, I could talk about him until the end of time, but it wasn't my place to do so anymore. He was playing sold-out shows every other day and had no worry about a girl back home who happened to have matching tattoos with him, right? The tattoo we shared was of a small flower underneath our ribs, the same flower he gave me on our one-year "situationshipversary" as he called it. It was a silly gesture that I treasured, the California wildflower that he pulled over on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway to pick during peak traffic on the way to my house. It now lay inside a small glass bottle hung around my neck, all wilted like our history.

I pull my phone from my purse, scrolling down to the bottom of my contact list, and clicking on the "DO NOT CALL!!!!" number. I hesitantly dial his number and bring it up to my ear,

"Hey! You reached Calum, I'm away from my phone right now but leave a message!", He declined it immediately, either that or his phone was dead. Not quite sure which one makes me feel better. I roll my eyes at the stupid prepubescent voice and turn my phone off.

I tossed my phone down onto my lap and leaned my head against the wheel. I subconsciously wanted to log back into my Instagram and scroll down an update page to find out anything about him. I had no idea what he was up to or who he was with, it's been years since I've last heard his voice.

"You know this isn't good for either of us, Y/n", he rang through my head as I remember standing on his porch in late July.

"Calum, we've been through this so many times- why can't we just try?"

He runs his hand through his freshly cut hair and shakes his head, "It never ends well, I feel like a fucking lost dog who always limps its way back to you.. I just- Fuck- I can't do thi-"

The last thing I remember was the door closing in my face, leaving me all alone with no closure. I could hear him on the other side, a thump on the door indicating he was leaning against it. I tried for the handle, jiggling it a few times before banging on it, begging for him to talk to me. I couldn't stay mad at him forever, as much as I wanted to. I wanted to scream at him, slap him in his beautiful face, and kiss him all at once.

My phone vibrating snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked down,

DO NOT CALL!!!!

My heart skips a beat, staring at my phone on my lap buzzing away. I bit my lip softly, pulling it closer to my face as I accepted the FaceTime call.

The camera was pointing to the ceiling when I answered, his voice booming loudly as he spoke.

"Hello?"

I let let a breath I didn't know I was holding, trying to gather the right words to say. What was I supposed to say after all this time?

"Cal?", my voice is softer than I had hoped for, the word slipping past my lip like it's begging to finally be let out.

"Holy shit", the camera shifts and he props it up against the wall, waving at me with one hand. Calum sits in his studio chair with his old bass in his lap, headphones pushed back against his long curly hair. His eyes are wide as he raises an eyebrow, "Shit, long time no see."

I adjust the camera against my steering wheel and scoot my seat back, allowing for a better view of myself as I smile innocently with an awkward wave. "Hi Cal, how ya been?" I see his eyes travel down to the necklace around my neck, my fingers dancing around the bottle as I speak.

"Shit, Y/n if I'd known it was you calling I would've answered way faster, I just had deleted your number-", he stops himself, looking up with a sympathetic crooked smile before sighing. I raise a hand up to reassure him instead, "Calum", god saying his name tugs at my heartstrings, "It's okay, I get it... we don't have to dance around it.. now what are you up to?"

He was lying, Calum hood was bluffing to my face and I had no idea. After all this time, he still had my contact listed as "My wildflower", but he couldn't dare admit to me that he didn't answer sooner because he was scared.

Scared of what I was going to say

Scared id tell him I found someone new

Scared of seeing or hearing me again

"I'm actually working on a song right now", he laughs and holds the iconic bass up, a small spot right under the strings that once had a star sticker I placed on it- now scraped off.

I make a face, reminding myself that that was the past and I shouldn't dwell on it too much, but seeing him happier without me didn't make me feel like I thought it would. A part of me wished he was as miserable as I was, cooped up in my room writing stupid songs that were confessing my raw feelings.

"What's it about?", I chirp up as he bends down to play a few notes on the keyboard next to him, assuming it's the intro.

"It's about someone that was in my life, uh someone you don't know- she came around afterward", he says slowly, not meeting my eyes through the screen. I just nod in agreement, opening my mouth to speak.

"Would you like to come over for dinner sometime this week?", The words flow out before I had time to think about it. As I wait for his response, I pick at my nails- a habit he absolutely hated. He would smack my hand out of my mouth every chance we were together, telling me "I'd get worms in my belly" I did stop for a while, but my bitten nails were the only reminder he was actually gone.

"Yeah, I would love to!- Look I'll let you go but we'll keep in touch alright?", He speaks quickly, his hand flying down in one swift movement. With that, he ends the FaceTime call and I'm left looking at my reflection. I looked dumbfounded, smiling to myself as wide as I could.

I couldn't let myself fall for this again, for him- we both knew it wasn't going to end well for either of us. But hell it's been 4 years and I've changed as a person, and by the looks of it, he has too.

My phone buzzed once, twice, and then three before I looked back up at it to see three new messages from none other than Hood.

DO NOT CALL!!!!: I kinda lied, you do know the person I wrote it about

DO NOT CALL!!!!: mp3.wildflower.calumdemo.rec

DO NOT CALL!!!!: my wildflower ;)

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takemealivelh · 2 years

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stay out of trouble || l.h.

in which luke and fem!reader protagonist meet at a fancy party. heavily inspired by an insecure episode.

tw: smut

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i’m tired of dating apps. fuck them all. men there are the worst. i need a man who will not stand me up, will not ghost me, will not yell racist stuff at me. ahmal invites me to a party. he needs a date who will have him laughing nonstop, judging people everywhere. “you could’ve invited frank, man. you two seem serious enough to go to this giveaway party,” i roll my eyes as my friend puts on the blue eyeshadow i gave him for his birthday three months ago. “first of all, it’s a going away party. also, it’s a celebrity party, girl. i need you to hook me with some connections, mhm?” “dude, i left that world over a year ago. i can’t go back. it will suck me right in again.” ahmal tsks as he shakes his head no, but still looking at his reflection in the mirror. and then mine, right behind him. “now listen, not everything is about dating and finding the love of your life. you need some celebrity dick right about now. so come on, get the fuck up from my bed and help me fix my hair because i can’t let them see me in this state.” “i hate you.” “same, love,” he grins as i stand up and help him put on gel. he wants a dapper quiff. swears he looks just like liam hemsworth. well, minus the ethnicity change, of course. i just don’t see it.

the sun is setting and i watch the hollywood sign as we drive through the mulholland highway. “calabasas, huh?” i tease as i take out a blunt from the cigarette case in my hand, i also take my lighter and ahmal turns to me with a dead look in his eyes. “you light that here and i’ll throw you out of the car while we’re moving.” “you seem stressed.” “i really need a new agent,” he sighs. “i need someone who knows people. i can’t do shitty commercials all my life.” “then how come you got invited to this?” “nah, it’s just my friend tiffany, she’s moving to denver. known the girl since we were babies. of course i gotta be here. not my fault my baby is a star.” “and why didn’t she get you the connections?” “you’re too loud, love. shut up and let me drive.” i cross my arms over my chest. i’m annoyed.

the house we walk into is huge. it’s all beige and cream colors. little pops of green or blue here and there. high ceilings and a grand spiral staircase. it’s a full house. everyone’s wearing either black or blue. ahmal wears grey. i wear a turquoise top. “tiffany, hey!” my friend yells to a woman across the room. i don’t feel so anxious anymore that i see her wearing a bright flower-patterned dress. she makes her way to us and i feel my hands go numb with the familiar cold that hits me whenever i’m nervous. “you’re never gonna guess who’s here!” her voice goes an octave higher than i thought it would. she quickly grabs ahmal’s arm and turns him to face the food tables. tiffany points to a tan-skinned man with her martini glass. “no way! calum! my man!” and just like that, he abandons us. he abandons me. “don’t i know you from somewhere?” “uh, i’m ahmal’s friend.” “yeah, duh, but like… i feel like i’ve seen you somewhere.” “i’m…” my throat feels dry. “no. i’m not anywhere.” “where do you work?” i don’t know why she’s hitting me with all the hard questions but i feel tense. “i’m a lawyer,” i lie. she seems to smile. she also seems very drunk. “nice.”

“hey man, you left me there all alone for forty minutes. not cool, i’m going home,” i say in a low voice so no one thinks i’m having a tantrum. i also don’t want them to notice me. i haven’t been recognized. that’s good. i’ll take my last image to the grave. ahmal tilts his head and whispers in my ear, “you’re gonna wanna suck my dick for this,” he smirks and turns back to the group he was in just now. “guys,” he calls. “guys this is my friend…” he looks at me, “... martina.” martina? okay, i can work with this. “she’s a…” “a lawyer,” i interrupt quickly. everyone seems surprised, but like, in a pleased way. i recognize the man standing right in front of me as calum. i will never forget his wide smile as he spotted ahmal earlier. i got everybody’s name. michael, calum, andrew, ali, luke, ava. “half this group is the future of music. half this group is trash.” ava bursts out laughing and punches ahmal’s arm. i don’t know if it’s funny, i don’t know if i’m allowed to laugh at an inside joke. i’m clearly outside. “i wanna know if i’m the future of music or trash. i feel like i know what you’re gonna say.” “michael, don’t encourage him.” the woman named ali rolls her eyes. everyone starts talking about how trash has been trending in today’s memes. “hey,” i hear someone’s soft whisper near my hairline. “you want a drink?” luke. it’s luke. “i.. uh,” i look up and find the most gorgeous blue eyes. he smells like wood and mint at the same time. “sure,” my smile is shy but i’m just glad to leave the other conversation.

“drink?” the bartender asks us and luke looks at me. “uh… tequila sunrise.” i see luke mouthing the word wow. “what about you, sir?” the tall bleached-blond stares at me with a big smile and he shakes his head as if he can’t believe what he’s about to do. “whiskey, neat.” “wow. neat.” i tease him. maybe this is the guy that will not disappoint me. “i need to keep up, you know?” “right,” i flirt back. the bartender gives us our drinks. “do you smoke?"

we’re on the patio. a beautiful garden with a pool and pretty chairs and sofas surrounding a fire pit. luke sets an arm on the armrest. “you sure you don’t mind?” i ask from my spot on his side. “go ahead” “i feel like this is a trap.” he laughs. “it’s not. i promise.” i light up my cigarette. “i’ve been around a smoker for years.” i knit my eyebrows in confusion. “you met him earlier. calum.” “ah,” i nod my head and exhale the smoke in a thin line, towards the sky. the sun is about to set. “do you know how ahmal met him? because i had never heard about him. and ahmal is one of my closest friends.” luke shrugs, “calum’s secretive. but i have a feeling they’ve hooked up.” “oh, for real?” “shit,” he sets the whiskey glass on the small table in front of us, “maybe we shouldn’t be talking about this,” his expression reflects shame and embarrassment. he blushes. i smile. “it’s alright.” we sit in silence for what it seems hours. my hands suddenly go numb again. luke just subtly shakes his drink before downing the rest of it. “one more?” i look down at my glass, almost done. “sure.” he stands up with both glasses and i admire his broad shoulders beneath the green silk shirt. “be right back,” he says. i smoke the rest of my cigarette when someone puts their hands on my shoulders. i almost jump, but i sure as hell scream. “whoa!” everyone turns to look. i look behind me and i see ahmal with a smirk on his face. “i’m going to fucking kill you,” i mumble as i push the cigarette butt into the ashtray. “the urge will pass,” he replies and takes the seat luke was previously on. “so… are you loving him or what?” “wait, how did you know we were gonna hit it off?” “ugh, stupid male talk. you know how they are.” i scrunch my face. “i never know what you’re talking about.” “okay no, but for real. calum told me this dude is ready to get back in the game after he got dumped last year. he’s got a thing for women of color, he said.” “i feel targeted.” “you should feel lucky! that man is the lead singer and guitarist of 5 seconds of summer.” “that’s the guy that sings blender?” i ask, shocked. “you should look in a mirror, your face is priceless.” ahmal laughs. “take a picture and send it over. i’ll make a meme.” i can’t help but laugh, too. “you’re an idiot.” “what are you guys laughing about?” luke’s smile is almost worried. or something like that. maybe it’s because he wants in on the joke, maybe it’s because he thinks we’re judging him. or maybe he wants me alone. either way, i do what i’ve been doing a lot tonight. lie. i’ve lied about my name, my job, my living situation. i don’t have an apartment in west hollywood. it’s the paramount neighborhood. i don’t live by myself, i have two roommates. i bite my tongue and smile, “nothing, we just…” i look at ahmal, then back at luke. he’s still smiling awkwardly with our drinks in his hands. “hey, do you guys wanna get high?”

we sit on tiffany’s big ass balcony on the second floor. if you’re gonna be high, ahmal, make sure you use the bong i haven’t packed. it’s in the guest room. bless you, he’d said. my friend passes me the glass bong and i bring it to my mouth. half my face is on this thing. luke hooks his arms on his knees and stares at the moon above us. we're sitting on the tiled floor. “here,” i hold the smoke in my lungs as i hand the bong out to him. he seems reluctant. i hold my breath for three more seconds before i let it all out. “i thought we were gonna smoke joints,” he hesitantly grabs the bong. “you’ve never smoked from one of these before?” ahmal smirks. he looks over at me and i can’t believe i’m kinda pouting. that’s so cute, i think. “not really, no.” “are you gonna let us corrupt you?” i know my smile is devious. “luke! luke!“ ahmal stars chanting. “luke! luke!” i join him. we see the musician try to smoke out of the bong, but he ends up coughing. “we’re bad people,” i say to ahmal. luke keeps coughing and starts laughing. “you two are the worst. i love you guys.” “he’s drunk,” ahmal says to me. “he’s so very drunk,” i agree. the cackle that leaves luke’s lips is devastating. i’ve never heard such a beautiful noise. it’s stupid, i know. i’m also very drunk. ahmal’s phone rings and it turns out it’s tiffany. she’s about to do a speech. “you don’t need to come,” he explains when he hangs up the phone and stands up. “tiffany doesn’t want us to come?” luke pouts. “i think you two are shitfaced and i don’t want you to embarrass yourself,” he says to luke, “and i don’t want you embarrassing me.” “wow, real nice, man.” i flip him off. he opens the balcony door we had closed for obvious reasons. we didn’t want the guest room to reek of pot. “i’ll check back on you. now, stay out of trouble.” when he leaves, luke and i stare at each other and then look away. our eyes meet one more time. and we burst out laughing. a single tear stains his cheek and he brings a hand to wipe it away. “are we really that embarrassing?” he asks once we’ve calmed down. “well, you did manage to get ketchup on your shirt.” “wait what?” i point to his chest and his gaze travels down. “fuck. this was my nicest one!” he’s so loud. “i just don’t know why i’m the one who’s gonna embarrass him.” luke tilts his head to one side and closes one eye. “didn’t you trip on the stairs on your way here?” i roll my eyes. “no one saw that, you have no proof.” “you’re drunk.” he smiles and inches closer towards me. our legs only separated by the bong. “you’re drunk, too,” i smile back. my hands feel warm. he sighs and rests his head on the wall. “i needed this.” he nods up at the dark sky. “what do you mean?” i can’t stop staring at his jawline. the way it moves while he’s talking. the trace of not shaving for a few days. “well, you’re not gonna believe me because i obviously seem very cool. but i’ve been a mess.” i should say something encouraging. “well… you’re not that cool.” he laughs and drops his head down. “you’re really something, aren’t you?” “i try really hard. but it’s hard to believe because i obviously seem very cool.” he laughs again. i like making him laugh. it feels nice. “it’s not like she was toxic or anything. it just hurt so much when she left, you know?” luke looks at me, there’s a small veil covering his eyes. they don't seem as vibrant as before. i try not to stutter. i don’t know, i should say. no man has left me because no man cared enough to keep me. “i guess you’re never really ready for someone to leave you,” i say, not staring at anything in particular. i figure i’m not lying. some friends did leave me. “and it hurts so much,” i keep talking, “because you either never find out what you did wrong, or they say horrible shit to you,” sighing and pressing my head back against the window, i'm mirroring his actions. “yeah,” he agrees and closes his eyes. “she said things i didn’t want to hear, but maybe it’s good that she said those things. now i can work on myself, so i don’t disappoint the next person in my life, right?” i roll my head and find his beautiful lashes practically resting on his cheekbones. he’s so beautiful. in and out. “so, you’re not still in love with her?” i dare to ask. he lets out a breath. “i’m not. the funny thing is… i got over her easily. but the words… god, the words, martina. they hurt so badly.” i’m almost certain that not only my hands went cold all of the sudden, my feet are freezing, too. that’s not my name. “mhm,” i just nod my head. “thank you for listening to me,” he smiles softly. “i didn’t mean to be such a boring stoner.” i chuckle and nudge his shoulder with my own. “it’s alright. you don’t see me yawning, do you?” his laugh is small and ridiculously pretty. “no, i don’t.” we sit in silence again. this time it doesn’t feel like forever. i take out a cigarette from my pack and light it. he already said he didn’t mind, right? i think about all the things he’s just shared with me. his vulnerable side. i’m a fraud. he doesn’t know anything real about me. maybe he knows my views on life and what i like and what i don’t. is that enough? “luke,” i turn to him. “i lied.” he tilts his head in confusion. he doesn’t say anything. i proceed to tell him everything. my real name, where i live and who i live with. the most difficult part is this one, “i’m a retired photographer.” that’s all i’m giving. luke stays quiet. and i don’t know what’s going through his mind. my whole body is numb. i feel like i can’t breathe, so i inhale more smoke. “i’m sorry i lied.” he sighs and shakes his head. “why did you lie? i thought we were having a good time.” “we were! we are. we… i just didn’t want people… i didn’t want you to recognize me.” “recognize you? what are- no… you’re that photographer whose nudes got leaked?” i look down at my hands. i want to cry. i want to leave. “yes.” my voice is almost inaudible. when i was twenty-two, i used to hang out at every party in la. i was a celebrity photographer. i was invited to all kinds of events. the glitz, the glam, all of it. i was seduced by the scene. everything seemed brighter colors than my old dull life. and then… some dude took pictures of me when we were fucking. and it all went downhill from there. i was kicked out of the studio i worked for. no one wanted to book me, not for anything. “i’m just… so ashamed.” i feel his warm hands reach out to hold mine. “i’m sorry you had to go through that.” before i can stop, i start crying. “oh my god, i’m so sorry.” my voice is so weak. i hate myself right now. “please, don’t apologize. that motherfucker… i’ll track him down.” a small laugh escapes my lips. “luke, you seriously don’t need to…” he interrupts me. “no, no. i’m gonna find that fuckhead and beat him up.” i smile again. “thanks, but please don’t. i can’t handle being scrutinized again. and it all will be coming back if they find out the guy from 5 seconds of summer beat some c-list celebrity up.” he smiles once he sees me stop crying. “okay,” his thumb wipes away the tears that stain my cheeks. “did you see them?” i finally ask when i’ve calmed down. luke shakes his head no. “i’m not gross enough to do that.” “enough?” i tease and he laughs. “no, i haven’t seen them. don’t worry.” “okay.” his smile is gentle, “okay,” he murmurs. his eyes pierce mine and i realize that the veil has been lifted from his eyes. “thank you for telling me.” my real name has never sounded so beautiful coming out of someone’s lips. “luke,” i answer back. my smile is big, i can feel it. and i feel like such a mess. crying not two seconds ago. what a loser. i’m about to keep judging myself when, suddenly, there’s pressure on my lips. it’s luke’s. the kiss is soft and tender. his hand travels to push a strand of hair behind my ear. one of my hands rests on his bicep. i can tell he works out. when he pulls away, i open my eyes. there’s a silly grin on his face. “i think the bong just hit me or something because that’s the softest pair of lips ever.” i laugh, dropping my head and pressing a hand to his chest. “you’re high.” he smiles and leans into me again. “yes.” this kiss feels more confident. we make out to the song that’s playing on the other side of the house. i think it's jay-z. the balcony faces the empty street and the big house in front. it’s green and has way too many plants. luke leaves my lips again, begging for air. “i liked that,” i smile, feeling like i’m drifting away on a cloud. i’m sure my eyes are red as hell. he bites his lower lip, teeth showing through the smile. he looks happy. stoned, but happy. “you’re pretty.” “thank you,” i seem to giggle for some reason. “you are, too.” his head drops and he looks down at his hands. “it’s the hair, isn’t it?” he asks, giving me a smile behind his curls. “amongst other things.” i see the red making its way from his neck to his cheeks. he likes it when someone praises him, i figure. noted. “thank you.” we sit quietly, enjoying each other’s silences. i take the bong and set it on the other side of my legs. i sit closer to him. our thighs touching. he notices it. i know because i see him smiling. “do you wanna go back downstairs?” luke shakes his head. “i’m good.” “yeah, me too.” “do you think ahmal is starting a riot down there?” he turns his back to the guest bedroom. it’s dark. there’s a single lightbulb on the balcony wall. it suddenly turns on. it must work on a schedule. it’s not dark yet, though. “probably,” i grin. “i love that you know this guy so well by now.” luke chuckles, “i listen.” “that’s actually kinda sexy.” i dare to say. ahmal was right, i need a celebrity dick. and the fact that luke hemmings is the one that might give it to me, it’s just so special. we’ve talked all night, he’s met ahmal, he didn’t run away when i told him about the nudes. he has a great smile and kind eyes. he turns his head towards me again, “is it?” i nod my head. “can i kiss you again?” i nod my head with a smile. my hand rests on his jawline as he leans into me one more time. and now his hand squeezes my thigh. i feel the indent of his rings on my bare skin. the skirt i’m wearing is loose and short enough for him to dig his fingertips onto the naked flesh. “can i?” he asks between kisses as his hand travels up. my breath catches up in my throat. “right here?” “why not?” i don’t think my smile can get any bigger. i spread my legs enough for him to let his hand travel all the way up to my panties. i know he feels the wet patch that’s been appearing on my underwear. he kisses me and nibs at my lower lip. “you’re pretty, so pretty.” he whispers and hooks one finger on the moist fabric before pulling it to the side. and, just like that, his index is inside of me. i gasp. he doesn’t stop pushing it in and pulling it out softly, his tongue wanting to battle mine. i let him. “can i rip this off you?” i feel the familiar throb between my legs. the one that has been keeping me company at night when i use my vibrator. he looks down, the skirt is up to my hips. he drags the finger through my folds. i sigh against his lips. “you can have it if you want,” i whisper. his eyes are taken over by hunger. he’s hungry for me. and he can have it all. luke hums and looks down at the way his thick fingers tear the thin fabric, just above the wet patch. he reaches his hand to put it away in the back pocket of his slacks. “thank you.” ah, my name again. his voice carries that word in a soft tone. “i’m a very generous person, you’ll find out,” i tease, taking the impulse of straddling him. each one of my legs at each side of his hips. i look into his eyes before going for his neck. my hands unbutton his favorite ruined shirt. i press my hands on his chest. i like how his tank top fits him so perfectly. he seems comfortable with my body on him. his hands caress my thighs as i unzip his pants. “i wanna find out everything about you,” he says, tilting his head back, giving me access to his beautiful neck. my stomach flips, but it’s not anxiety. i can only describe it as excitement. i wanna find out everything about him, too. he’s semi-hard. i stroke his length as i kiss his jaw. he whines. “am i making you feel good?” i tease, looking directly at his lips, they are curved into a smile. his eyes are closed. “so good,” he praises. i’m so high his hands on my skin feel like heightened pleasure. i kiss him until he’s rock-hard. “you’re big.” i smile into him. “thick.” i know he’s blushing again. one of his hands leave the bruising grip he has on my left thigh, and he pumps himself a few times before lining himself against my entrance. “can i?” i smirk and look into his eyes while i begin to sink down on him. his mouth hangs open with a gasp. i whine next to his ear. and he feels so good, stretching me out. he attacks my neck, biting gently and determinate. i run my fingers through his beautiful curls. they’re soft. and they faintly smell like mint and orange, behind all the weed in the air and alcohol in his breath. my hips grind into his and he groans. he’s hitting a sensitive spot and i can’t get enough of it. i wrap my arms around him and rest my head into the crook of his neck. i could stay here forever, with his hands on my ass and thrusting into me at a steady pace. i sigh heavily and press my head even harder against his shoulder. “you’re so good,” i whisper, letting my eyes close so i can feel all of him. so i can feel him panting against me. his phone rings. “fuck,” he murmurs. “fuck.” it keeps ringing. i stop my movements. “take it,” i say. “wanna hear you talk on the phone while you’re inside me.” i don’t know what’s gotten into me, but i kind of like it. he looks at me and doubts for a second. but the ringing is so insistent that he finally takes the call. “what’s up, man?” i can hear the voice on the other side of the line. the guy is loud. maybe even more than luke when he laughs. i nibble on his earlobe and he clears his throat. “where are you, mate? we’re leaving,” i hear. “i’m uh… busy,” he takes a breath and i feel his dick twitch against my walls. so fucking hot. “what do you mean busy? we’re going to that sushi place on the corner.” luke coughs, “i’m uh… i’m…” he looks at me with panic in his eyes. i feel bad. “i’ll meet you guys there.” “alright, man. see you then.” the beautiful blond underneath me hangs up and stays quiet for a moment. “i’m…” i wanna say something, but nothing feels like it would be right coming out of my mouth right now. i get off from his dick and stand up, lowering my skirt. he looks up at me, confused, silent. “i didn’t want you to stop, you know?” he says and pulls up his briefs and pants. he’s standing in front of me. the shirt hanging from one of his shoulders. “i… i felt like you didn’t like it,” my stare is focused on my boots. the warm breeze is running through my now swollen folds. i can’t believe i let him rip my panties off. i can’t believe i let him keep them. “no, no,” luke straightens his shirt. the stain is right there and i feel like i’m about to cry again. “i was just… caught off guard. i’m sorry.” i guess we’re both embarrassed. “let’s go downstairs. i need to find ahmal,” i say, looking into the guest room, avoiding his eyes. “alright.”

he lets me go down the stairs first, and i quietly lead him back to the party. i can’t see ahmal anywhere. luke taps my shoulder. i turn around to find him checking his phone. “you want sushi?” he’s shy. i think that’s adorable. and he’s acting so cool about this. i like that. “okay,” i smile. “let me call ahmal real quick.” “sure, sure. i’ll go find my jacket.” i nod my head, “can you get my backpack? it’s the grey, small one.” “sure,” he says and i watch him walk away. my hands are cold. “where the fuck are you, girl?” ahmal yells at me through the phone. “i’m at tiffany’s,” i reply. “where are you?” “frank’s. you know i can’t pass up the opportunity to be with my man. wanna come over?” “i uh… i’m just gonna go home. i’ll talk to you tomorrow, alright?” i picture him with a drink in his hand, slouching on frank’s green sofa. “did you get it?” he seems to whisper. “get what?” “celebrity dick.” i roll my eyes. “you’re disgusting,” i say and hang up the phone. luke walks back to me with his jacket on. he hands me my backpack and i thank him. “aren’t you cold?” fair question, my turquoise top is sleeveless. “i didn’t bring a jacket, i forgot.” he leans down to murmur something in my ear, “no, like, i meant…” shit. right. i have no underwear. “you owe me a pair,” i whisper back with a smile.

we walk a block down the street. 7:12pm. i feel more relaxed now that i’m out of tiffany's house. those brief minutes we went downstairs were stressful. so much noise. “are you okay?” luke asks out of nowhere. i lift my stare from the ground. “yeah, i’m fine. you?” “i’m good.” “cool.”

the sushi place on the corner of mullholland drive and ventura boulevard is nice. the furniture is not exactly black, it’s more of a dark chocolate brown. the booths have beige stamps on them. i distract myself with color schemes because the walk here was kind of awkward. i wasn’t sure what i wanted to say and now i’m not sure if he regrets inviting me. “there they are,” he points to a table. i recognize calum and michael. there’s another man and two women sitting there. luke places a hand on the lower part of my back and guides me to his friends. my ears feel hot. “you made it!” michael is definitely the loud one who was on the phone. “hey, martina,” he smiles at me. luke and i look at each other, i press my lips together in a thin line. i don’t know what i’m supposed to do. luke seems like he’s about to laugh, and i end up laughing along with him. “alright, alright. i see you with the inside jokes,” one of the women wiggles her finger at us. we all laugh and luke offers me a chair. “thank you,” i smile and sit down. he takes the seat next to me. “this is ashton. and layla and issa.” “nice to meet you, guys.” they all acknowledge me with a smile and i feel more at ease. “what are we thinking?” michael sets the menu on the table. “tempura shrimp to start?”

i feel my cheeks hurting from all the smiling and laughing. and i’m hungry as fuck. when the food arrives, i feel my mouth watering. ashton and calum are teasing layla about getting a sailor tattoo. “why the fuck is this a sailor tattoo?” she points to the one on her wrist. “who said that?” layla looks directly into both of their eyes. everyone starts talking again. i don’t know what to say. again. but i’m eating and that’s all that matters. i eye luke as he bites into half of an avocado roll. the other half falls apart on his plate. he pouts. “i can’t take you nowhere,” i roll my eyes, teasing him. he almost chokes on his food. i catch ashton staring at us, he looks amused.

dinner flies by. i hadn’t expected for it to be so much fun. we’re getting dessert but i don’t think i can eat anymore. i’m stuffed. but i see chocolate cake and immediately sink my fork into a corner. i eat the chocolate frosting and put my utensil down. the conversation is still going. “he can, you know, get it,” calum jokes. issa crosses her arms in front of her chest and leans back. she nods her head in a serious manner. “i approve this.” more laughter. “hey,” luke’s lips on my hairline once again. “do you wanna go out for a smoke?” i frown, confused. looking at him, smiling at me like that, almost pleading with his eyes. “sure.” “don’t tell calum, he’ll want to join.” “heard ya, mate.”

we go outside. the cars drive by fast on the street. i take a cigarette out of the pack inside my backpack. “so now you’re an advocate for me smoking?” luke looks behind me and then smiles, his lips have never looked prettier. his eyes focus back on mine. “i just wanted to get some alone time with you,” he says. that’s the sweetest thing. i light up my cigarette. and we talk. we talk about growing up in different countries but ending up living in the same place for years. “i wanted to come here. because this is where the industry is, you know?” “yeah, i get it. same with me.” we laugh about our first halloween costumes in the us. he dressed as buzz lightyear. i dressed as scooby doo’s daphne. “you guys are still here?” ashton’s voice is loud enough for us to turn around and face him. he has issa under his arm. “you owe me thirty dollars, hemmings,” pointing at his friend, the man smiles. we say our goodbyes. ashton and issa cross the street to find their car. “so…” i say with my hands behind my back, just under my backpack. “so…” luke repeats as he stands in front of me. “it’s getting pretty late.” “i know.” he chuckles. “yeah.” we say nothing, just stare at each other with a stupid smile on our faces. there’s this moment. this kind of magic between us. sparks or whatever. he takes a step closer and i let him. “you wanna go?” “yes.” i feel his arms snake around my waist. his eyes are pretty, not red anymore. “where are we going?” i place my hands on his biceps. “you say it.” “oh, i’m deciding?” he laughs. “well, i think we should… go to your place.” “i think that’s a good idea.”

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings fic #luke hemmings fanfic #happy 1 year to wfttwtaf #!!#5sos smut

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gabriella-sunsets · 1 year

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What I imagine the my street characters would listen to (minus Aaron)

Aphmau

- single ladies- beyoncé

- love on top- beyoncé

- queendom- red velvet

- say so- doja cat

- kiss me more (ft sza)- doja cat

Katelyn

- what makes you beautiful- 1D

- steal my girl- 1D

- story of my life- 1D

- still into you- paramore

- dynamite- bts

Nana (KC)

- bejeweled- taylor swift

- lover- taylor swift

- prom queen- beach bunny

- girls- girl in red

- forever1- girls gen

Garroth

- candy store- heathers

- so much better- legally blonde the musical

- starman- david bowie

- somebody to love- queen

- vogue- madonna

Laurence

- fly me to the moon- frank sinatra

- sway- michael bublé

- feeling good- michael bublé

- yellow- coldplay

- you are the reason- calum scott

Dante

- evergreen- omar apollo

- vampire- dominic fike

- photo id (ft dominic fike)- remi wolfe

- cognac queen- meagan thee stallion

- sugar- brockhampton

Travis

- here comes the sun- the beetles

- elenor rigby- the beetles

- feel good inc- gorillaz

- November rain- guns n’ roses

- highway to hell- ac/dc

Zane

- gee- girls gen

- feel my rhythm- red velvet

- dolphin- oh my girl

- jumping heart- aqours

- snow halation- μ's

#mystreet #aphmau #mystreet katelyn #mystreet nana #mystreet garroth #mystreet laurence #mystreet dante #mystreet travis #mystreet zane

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themandalorlan · 1 year

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Tagged by @scamanderscoat (thanks, dear! 😊)

Rules: Make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

h: Highway to Heaven - NCT 127

a: At My Low - Mark Tuan

r: Red Lights - Stray Kids

r: Rise - Calum Scott

y: You - Dan + Shay

p: Pirate King - Ateez

o: Over You - Jamie Miller

t: Tightrope - Young the Giant

t: Taste - Stray Kids

e: Easy - Stray Kids

r: Rock with you - Seventeen

r: Rut - The Killers

I picked songs from artists I've seen in concert within the last few months! Except Ateez, I'm seeing them at the end of Nov lol

I’m tagging @ginnypotterr, @thejilyship, @pronqsie, @liliesforprongs, @pcrrycox, @baelatargaryenn, @slyhtherins, @heroweasley, @disneyprinceronweasley, @nvmphadora, @grangr @velvethopewrites and @plutoxxxworld

No pressure!! Only if you want to 💕

#this was so much fun #much of it is Kpop cuz my sis and I have been on a binge #and I got last min tickets to see Calum Scott and Mark Tuan - smaller venues but just as amazing #and Young the Giant I spent the entire time singing along loudly LOL #thanks for tagging me!!!#tag game #stuff

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 2 years

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Apocalypse/Dystopian Masterlist

All This Hurt Can Finally Fade, Promise Me You'll Never Feel Afraid (ao3) - onceuponatime M, 1k

Summary: The zombie apocalypse has happened and Luke has been bitten.

angels choking on their halos (ao3) - aliciaxadrienne michael/luke M, 10k

Summary: Fame and notoriety mean nothing when the dead are coming back to life. Or; the zombie apocalypse happens at the worst possible time and things go haywire.

Colors In The Blur, He's There To Fight The Highway.... (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: It was when Luke went to touch the wet area on his shoulder when a jolt of pain and horror shot down his spine. He drew his fingers and looked at them, his crimson blood drying quickly in the sunlight. His stomach dropped and he knew exactly what happened while he tried running from the zombies.

or the one where Michael's worst fear comes true

Crossfire (ao3) - cthink michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 9k

Summary: Today was the day. There was no going back on the plan now. After months of preparation, they were finally going to escape. They were finally going to be free.

Or an apocalypse au where Ashton, Calum, Michael and Luke escape a corrupt containment camp only to find that the world outside is so much worse. Based on the song Crossfire by Stephen.

Drag Me Through Hell (ao3) - veinmichael (AvannahSay) michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: Or theres a massacre being conducted by the government, Michael tells Calum he loves him at the worst time, and storm troopers who have flame throwers blow up about 15 seconds after you shoot them. And everyone is hoping Luke makes the fucking shot

if the world was ending, you'd come over (right?) (ao3) - thethingaboutashis michael/calum N/R, 6k

Summary: When the earth begins to tremble, Calum and Michael can only think about each other.

Life As We Knew It (ao3) - mtvluke ot4 T, 2k

Summary: This is when it began. The sun’s gleam began to show in the sky, like water colors faded into one another the colors blended so beautifully and perfectly. They decided the roof was the best place to die, taking in the beauty and excepting their fate.

one last time (i need to be the one who takes you home) (ao3) - Delenaley michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: "What would you do at the end of the world?"

I'd spend it with you, Luke had thought, but didn't have the nerve to say it out loud.

(or an au where all that Luke wanted to do at the end of the world was to be with Michael and actually gets his wish).

Run. (ao3) - JetBlackSunshine M, 18k

Summary: Late one night in the pouring rain a train creaks to a halt altering the course of the life everyone once knew. Suburban streets become battlegrounds and passing strangers become allies. Sometimes all you need to do is run.

Run (ao3) - XxKeyvethebluebunnyXx T, 3k

Summary: Run, just run. That’s what they’ve been doing for the past year and a half, after the disaster hit. They were just a bunch of kids, all under the age of 16. There were nine of them in all, just nine school boys minding their own business, living life until all the adults turned into mindless, shambling, bags of rotting skin and disease. They couldn’t do anything but run and fight, there was nowhere to go. All the buildings were burned or destroyed in the early riots when the disease first hit. They had nowhere to go, and they wouldn’t have met, or even crossed paths if it weren't for the disease.

Or the one where One Direction and 5sos are all under sixteen and are in a world where a disease turned all of the adults into zombies.

Survivor's Guilt - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton T, 9k

Summary: No one's left but the three of them. Just Ashton, Calum, and his tiny yappy dog.

Oh, and all the zombies, obviously.

The Day the World Ended (ao3) - insomniacwriter17 ot4 T, 10k

Summary: “Reports state that people are experiencing incredibly high fevers, intense pain all over the body, and a state of delirium. Government officials have issued a warning: if you feel ill, seek medical attention immediately. If you do not feel ill, stay inside if at all possible and make sure to wash your hands often.”

the empty white (ao3) - asymmetric ot4 E, 33k

Summary: (People all over the world start vanishing into thin air. Calum is one of them.)

The Sun Has Not Died (ao3) - nintendoswitch N/R, 1k

Summary: The deadly virus spreads like wildfire, and when they finally find a safe place, after all this time, only two of them are left to see it.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #au #apocalypse #apocalypse masterlist #dystopian #dystopian masterlist #masterlists

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eenniss · 1 year

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when in aftersun calum said, ‘there’s this feeling, once you leave where you grew up, that you don’t totally belong there again’, and when taylor swift sang, ‘I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want just not home’, and when big thief sang, ‘tell me when we grow up can we ever go home? you said home becomes the highway.’

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brokenboysfrombrokenhomes · 2 years

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And you are the reason That I'm still breathing You are the reason, Calum Scott

#ballum #eastenders #gif #ben mitchell #calum highway #ben x callum #gay kiss #lgbtedit #ballumedit #you are the reason #calum scott #the moans ben makes during that 2020 kiss are something #1080i

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sammysamstuff · 4 years

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Can we please focus on the fact that Callum framed this silly, cute and adorable photo of himself and his boyfriend IN HIS LIVING ROOM?

Not in the bedroom, not in his wallet. IN THE BLOODY LIVING ROOM FOR EVERYONE TO SEE.

Please cherish Callum, Ben. He’s too pure for this world.

#ballum #ben x calum #eastenders #callum highway #ben mitchell #tony clay #max bowden

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wastelandcth · 3 years

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i’ll always come back to you - cth

summary: Calum wore a skirt. A stage reveal happens.

author’s notes: I have no excuse but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

warnings: Cal in a skirt (please it’s too good), car sex, PIV, calum blanks out a little, she’s back and better than ever!

masterlist || request || more doves

“What do you think I should wear?” Calum asked softly, his hands running through the different items in his closet once more, “It’s a pretty big show, I can’t just show up in something shitty. All I’ve worn for the past two years is either baggy jeans and a t-shirt or shorts and no shirt.”

It was true, ever since the world had shut down and the band’s tour had been put on hold more times than Calum could count, his passion for fashion and finding new clothes to wear had been put on hold as well. Comfort and trying to stay sane in the middle of a worldwide pandemic had left him reaching for any signs of comfort to hold on to and keep him sane. But with the band’s first show slowly approaching and Calum’s nerves returning in the form of playing a fake bass while he tried to calm his racing mind, he knew he’d have to find an outfit sooner or later, and it’d have to be one to make him feel good about himself on stage once more.

“I mean, I don’t think anyone would personally complain about you showing up shirtless to a show,” Dovey teased, her eyes tracing the muscles in Calum’s back as she sat on the edge of the bed, “I certainly wouldn’t.”

“Yeah, but you’re a pervert so you have no choice,” Calum chuckled and threw another shirt towards his loving wife.

The days had gone by and Calum had been stuck at rehearsals, trying his best to find the groove the band had long for ever since the start of the shutdown, but eventually, Calum found himself at home the morning of the show watching from the green room as the concert went on around the world. His bag, which he’d packed and unpacked multiple times that morning, laid on one of the couches. He knew he’d made the right choice, the look on Dovey’s face when he’d packed away the black fabric before she could get a peek of it enough of a reaction to make him smirk before he had rushed out the door at the sound of Ashton’s horn.

“So, did you decide on an outfit?” Michael asked as he sat down next to him during a break in their soundcheck, watching as Calum’s leg swung along to whatever beat Ashton was trying to work out with Luke, “Dovey has been texting me all day asking if I’ve gotten a peek at it.”

“Tell her to fuck off,” Calum chuckled, “I told her she had to wait like everyone else did to see it.”

“Alright,” Michael huffed, nudging him playfully, “But we’re going to be the first to see it then.”

“Yeah, yeah, and she’ll manage to bully you into telling her somehow.”

Calum looked in the mirror, inhaling a shaky breath as he fixed the collar of his suit jacket once more as he heard his bandmates chuckling outside of the bathroom door. With one final look at his outfit he opened the door and stepped out, goosebumps covering his skin as the cold air of the dressing room brushed against his legs.

“Woah! Calum!” Ashton grinned, his eyes wide and his head nodding, “No man, that looks sick! I love it!”

“Oh man, your dad is going to freak once he sees you on stage!” Luke nodded, “You look so good!”

“Guys, Dovey is literally going to kill us all,” Michael whined and clapped Calum on the shoulder, “You look fucking awesome, dude.”

Calum’s cheeks flushed, turning hot as he chuckled and shook his head, letting the curls he’d been growing out swish against his forehead while he tried his best not to push away his very excited and very supportive bandmates. It wasn’t until the room, which consisted of the four of them and their photographer started chanting for him to do a spin that he’d finally told them to fuck off. But with a spin, and a small bout of giggles that left him when the material of his skirt brushed against the back of his knees, Calum had never felt more prepared to play a show in his life, especially when he knew that Dovey would be in the crowd singing her heart out along with them all.

Dovey’s eyes watched the crowd around her grow restless as time ticked slowly, minutes dragging on until the show would start. Her adrenaline was high as she heard an announcer overhead shout that the show would start in one minute, the pit in her stomach thrumming with excitement and the thought of seeing her husband and his best friends on stage again after so long. She knew how much Calum missed being on stage with them, how much he missed performing to a crowd of people singing the lyrics back to them, and so she knew that tonight’s performance would be nothing but perfect. The hum of a guitar backstage and the sound of cheers around her had Dovey on her feet before she even knew it, her wide eyes searching the stage for the man she’d married.

“Oh my god, he did not,” she gasped, her cheers and clapping drowned out in the rest of the crowd as she saw Calum walking out on stage, “That bastard!”

On stage, under the shining lights and for everyone to see, Calum Hood stood grinning as his fingers moved easily over the strings of his bass. The silver chains, which hung across Calum’s waist, shone like his eyes as the set started. Dovey’s eyes tried their hardest to focus, her vision blurred by the tears that sprung out as she watched the love of her life sing his heart out on stage after too many months of being away from the one place he was able to lose himself in. The skirt, which Dovey was already drooling over, swayed along with every movement Calum made as she found herself swaying along with it, stuck in a never-ending dance she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to end. But when Ghost of You played out and Dovey’s eyes found Calum’s it was like the large crowds that had given her anxiety ever since Calum had mentioned the show and the loud music had all disappeared.

There was no one but her and Calum standing there, swaying to the song that had meant more to them than anyone could have ever imagined.

She knew their kids were watching from home, giggling and dancing along in the safety of their living room while the sitter recorded them for Dovey and Calum to cry along to later that night. But right now, in the moment, all she could think about was how despite all the things that had gone wrong and how scary the world had turned, she still had her family and the love of her life was singing to her in a room full of people once more. The set was over before Dovey even realized, her legs carrying her back towards the dressing room she’d left not too long ago and towards her husband and his amazingly talented friends.

The night had become a whirlwind of events, Dovey’s arms wrapping around Calum and stuttering through her praises as her hands and eyes took in his after-show presence. Her mind was distracted throughout the rest of the promo the band had gone to do with the view of him in the skirt and mesh shirt that kept peeking in and out of view from where she stood with the rest of their team. Her eyes never left his as she watched him smile and laugh with the band and it wasn’t until the car door closed next to her and she watched Calum walk in front of the car before sliding into the driver’s seat that she let out the soft breath she was holding in.

“So, what did you think of the show?” Calum asked as he pulled off the highway, his grin wide as his eyes glanced over at Dovey, “Did you like it? I think we did great. Yeah, the set was short but I think it we-”

“Calum, if you don’t pull over right now I will literally crash this car,” Dovey breathed out, her hand reaching out and squeezing Calum’s thigh gently.

The car screech to a halt, Calum’s soft gasp lost on Dovey’s lips as she pulled him into a kiss, Calum’s body leaning over the console to pull her even closer to him. He and Dovey might not have been a couple of a thousand words, but he knew exactly what she was doing when her teeth pulled gently at his bottom lip. He also knew that they didn’t have much time before their car was steamed up and their moans echoed against the tinted windows, so Calum had to work fast.

“Back seat, baby girl,” he breathed out, his forehead resting against his wife’s for just a second before she sprung into action, her soft laughter music to Calum’s ears.

“I am. So proud. Of you.” Dovey mumbled in between the kisses she was leaving on Calum’s skin, her hips rolling against his and pressed up silver chains of his skirt, “You looked so fucking amazing on stage I couldn’t help but think about all the things I wanted you to do to me tonight.”

“Yeah?” Calum breathed out, his hands squeezing Dovey’s thighs as he helped her push up the hem of the skirt she was more than likely soaking through if his leaking cock wasn’t already at fault for it, “Gonna show me all those things you were thinking of?”

“Mhm, only have time for one of them right now though,” Dovey smirked, her hand taking his cock and stroking it a few times, listening to the soft whimpers that left Calum as her own hips rocked against his solid thigh, “Have to wait until we’re back home for the others.”

Calum’s eyes opened enough at one point to see the steam from their act fogging up the windows, the beads of moisture dripping down their foreheads matching the ones racing down the window next to his head. Above him, Dovey looked like an angel, her closed eyes and barely opened mouth making Calum think he was the luckiest man alive. His fingers had dug into her hips, soft whimpers leaving them both with every rock of their hips and Calum wasn’t sure if he’d ever want this feeling to end. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get tired of the way Dovey felt wrapped around him. He’d happily get lost in her warmth and never find his way out again if he could, but the coil in his stomach kept stretching and stretching, threatening to snap as he listened to Dovey’s moans grow louder and louder as her hips rose and fell with every one of them.

“Calum,” she gasped out, one of her hands finding comfort in the soft curls she’d been playing with ever since they’d grown out and coiled against his head.

“I know, I’ve got you,” Calum choked out, his own high speeding towards him as he felt Dovey clench around him as her hips paused and her whimpers were soaked into by Calum’s skin, “Oh fuck, baby, I-”

“Calum,” Dovey whispered, her soft kisses on Calum’s skin making the blinding white stars beneath his eyelids clear slowly, “Hey, come back to me,” she mumbled, the feeling of her fingers running through his hair grounding Calum back to the backseat of his car.

His lungs hurt, the panting breaths he was taking sounding over the muffled music playing from the radio in the front, and his vision was still blurred as he watched Dovey leaned back against his thighs, her hair tousled and her dress still rucked up over her hips. It took him a couple more breaths, the thick air coating his lungs until finally, Calum’s hand found Dovey’s in the darkness of the car and he smiled lazily.

“You back with me, Hood?” she asked softly and smiled, the gentle squeeze she gave his hand making him nod.

“I always come back to you,” Calum whispered, “Always.”

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caramelcal · 3 years

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His Favorite Secret.

“I’m tired of being your secret.”

You can find the rest of the prompts here.

i really took this and ran with it huh...IT’S 4.3K WORDS

warnings: mentions of sex, gangs, alcohol, bondage

kinda obsessed with this gang!luke idea. also, i’m not sure if i wanna make “bambi” the reader or an oc, it works as either i believe? bambi is a nickname btw and i honestly feel like making more parts based on this concept tbh

kinda wanna make another part LMAO idk what i’d do it on though </3

Luke was better to her than anything you could possibly expect. He was surprisingly gentle when it came to her, hugging and caressing her that seemed impossible for the way he was and the life he lived. People saw Luke as the 6-foot-odd man that could rip you apart without an issue, without even breaking a sweat but he was so much more than that.

He was so much more than the leather jacket-wearing gangster that everyone depicted him as; heartless and stoic. He was a great lover if he let people in, and she had never been loved that way with anyone before. Surely though, with his life, there were complications to their relationship.

He was different from other people, more violent, more dangerous. The gang, which was run by Luke and three of his closest friends, Calum, Ashton and Michael, was well-known and feared among many, but they were left alone by the police. The police were aware that they existed, but they didn’t do anything about it. There were more cons to arresting them than there were pros.

Luke’s life made everything very interesting. He was rich, of course, and after a while of them dating she had moved into his condo. It was massive, bigger than any house she had ever lived in before and it was just for the two of them. It was a luxurious life that she had not experienced before, and she was still getting used to it.

If there was one thing about Luke that she had learned, it was that buying her things was his love language. He never had been great at the romantic side of their relationship considering he hadn’t had a girlfriend in a long time and normally just had one-night stands, but he tried his best. That didn’t meant that he ever softened up during sex, though.

Another thing about his life that made stuff interesting was that Luke had to drop things for work. Sometimes stuff would go wrong on a run, or other gangs would try stuff with them and he would have to leave. It was understandable, but still frustrating for her, especially the one time where an emergency had occurred right in the middle of them having sex.

Luke had been very busy the past few weeks, having to deal with numerous issues with the gang and barely having enough time to spend with the needy girl who craved his attention. There had been issues in the club, that was what he had said, but he didn’t go into much detail on the matter, he never did. He liked to keep his relationship and gang life very separate from one another.

A lot of the mornings this week she had woke up alone, void of the warmth she liked to cuddle into in the morning. At least she was getting him all to herself this weekend, she thought. After barely spending anytime with her that weekend, Luke had promised they would spend the weekend together, even if the club was set on fire. Calum, Ash and Mike will deal with it.

“Bambi?” The nickname fell from his lips when he stepped in the front door. She brought her eyes up to look at him, happiness filling her features. She hadn’t been expecting him home for another few hours, but she definitely wasn’t complaining.

Running over to him, she jumped, knowing full well that he would catch her as her arms wrapped around his neck. Her head snaked into the nape of his neck, comfortingly taking in the scent of her favorite person, his arms holding her protectively close to his body. They were alone, thankfully enough. After all, she really hadn’t thought out her jumping hug because her short skirt had ridden up, showing off her underwear which Luke most definitely would be furious if anyone but him saw.

“Welcome home,” She whispered into his neck, hand coming up to play with the hair on the back of his neck. Her eyes fluttered, eyelashes tickling the skin on Luke’s neck as he rubbed her back, taking in the comfort of having the smaller girl in his arms.

He walked forward so that he was fully in the house, using his leg to kick the door shut behind him before walking towards the middle of the room near the couch. He slowly lowered himself until he was sitting down on the plush cushions, the girl now in his lap, still being held closely.

“Bambi?” Luke started, making sure that the girl was listening, to which she hummed into the side of his neck, not willing to move just yet, “I know you wanna hug and kiss and stuff right now but we don’t have much time to pack your bags, you have to stay at the safe house for a few days.”

Almost immediately, the warmth of her face was gone from his neck, and her hands were no longer playing with his hair. She was still held tightly on his lap, mostly because he held her there with a semi-firm grip, her looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows and sad eyes.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. In fact, it had happened quite a few times and each time it made her rather frustrated. She had to remove every single piece of evidence that she even existed in the apartment, and get hidden away in a safe house for the entire weekend, on the edge of town, where she wasn’t allowed to leave until Luke got her himself.

She hated the safe house.

“But you said-”

“Bambi,” Luke cut her off rather firmly, sending her a look which she knew meant that there were no arguments in this. She almost wanted to whine, to argue with Luke and tell him that he said this was going to be their weekend together, just them, no gang stuff, but now she wasn’t even going to get to see him at all this weekend, “I need to have a few low levels over to go over plans, and they’ll be over tomorrow which means we can’t let them know you’re here or that you exist. They still can’t fully be trusted yet, which means that they could be moles and I’m not putting you at risk for that.”

His speech was ended in a soft tone, looking down at her with a small amount of sadness for the girl. His hand comfortingly raked through her hair, piercing blue eyes looking at her but her eyes stay looking down. Slowly, without saying anything, she climbed off of his lap and started to retreat to their bedroom.

“Bambi? Where you goin, baby?” He called out, looking at the girl who stopped in her tracks, looking over her shoulder.

“I’m packing. That’s what you wanted me to do, was it not?”

Not many words were exchanged afterward with the girl silently packing away every aspect of her life into two duffle bags. She wasn’t even allowed to properly live in her own house, no decorations, photos in frames, nothing. Everything she owned had to be easily removable so it looked like she didn’t even exist in her own home.

Luke watched her from the bedroom door, leaning against the frame coolly as he analyzed her movements. He knew she was frustrated, but she had to know he was doing this to protect her, she should have anyway. Rather harshly, she finally zipped up the duffle bags, throwing them over her shoulder and walking straight past Luke without acknowledging him.

He understood that she was frustrated, but was she really angry at him?

She was quickly at the door, grasping at the handle when Luke had snapped out of his thoughts, walking over to her quickly with ease, taking a grip on her arm.

“You okay?”

“Dandy,” She replied bluntly, looking away from the slightly concerned man, almost as if she was itching to get away from him. Normally, even if she wasn’t happy about being sent away to the safe house, she still gave him a goodbye kiss, but it appeared that he wasn’t going to get one of those tonight, “Gotta go. Wouldn’t want to keep Jacob waiting, would we?”

She walked out of the apartment without another word, but Luke’s eyes were on her retreating figure, “We’ll speak about this on Sunday, okay baby?”

He barely even seen the nod that she sent him before she disappeared down the hallway.

. . . “Please, Jacob,” She pleaded with the driver, with puppy eyes and everything but he tried his best to remain stony-faced. Jacob was the only driver that Luke trusted Bambi with, he had grown up with the boys too, childhood friends with Michael apparently, who Bambi had never even met before.

Jacob was the leading driver for the gang, one of the getaway drivers for bigger and more important heists or events, but normally he just got called in for private transport of any important members of the gang. He, as well as practically anyone who had ever met the girl, had a soft spot for her, and she knew that.

“You do realize if I take you there that I am directly disobeying orders of the leader of one of the biggest gangs in California?” He asked ridiculously, shaking his head with his hands placed firmly on the wheel.

“Jacob-”

“No,” He replied firmly, looking at the girl through the rearview mirror, seeing her begging eyes and sad face.

The man knew that everything was frustrating for the girl, especially when she had to get up and move out of her own house just so that Luke could host meetings and debriefings for the gang.

“Please, Jacob. I’m going to be cooped up in a safe house for three days without talking to anyone, at least let me go to Anna’s for a few hours. She’s been my best friend since I was three, she’s trustworthy.”

The black-haired man didn’t reply for several moments, and a frown fell onto the girl’s face before he started to signal off the highway. It was a familiar road, the one that she had taken many times before to her best friend’s house, and honestly, she had never been happier to see it. At least she would get some enjoyment this weekend.

“Thank you so much, Jacob, just tell me how I can repay you,” The girl said once she was out of the car, bouncing lightly in excitement while she stared at the man who was still inside the car.

He gave her a small smile, one that showed he knew how much appreciation she felt towards him before his eyes turned to the door behind her, “Just enjoy yourself and make sure he doesn’t fire me for this.”

“Consider it done.”

It was nice to see Anna again, it had been two weeks since their last meet up and they had both missed each other greatly. Anna was drinking alcohol, but the smaller girl wasn’t. It wasn’t like she was afraid of what Luke would say if she did, because she certainly wasn’t afraid of Luke, but even though she was angry she didn’t want to disappoint him.

Not that she had exactly abided by his rules anyway, considering she was with Anna right now instead of locked inside the safe house. The safe house had slowly become the girl’s own personal prison, it was bare, bland, and had nothing for her to entertain herself, and there was no company. That’s what she hated most about it, the lack of social interactions she could have while she was in there.

“-we were talking about the weather and shit right? Then he asked to see my tits! I was like are you being serious right now?” Anna rambled on, talking about another failed love interest that had been using her for her body. Anna never seemed to be lucky in the dating apartment of life, but she was a successful girl, and a beautiful one at that, she would get there.

“Was he?”

Anna scoffed, taking another drink of her alcohol, “Yeah! He blocked me after I sent him pictures of minecraft chests and asked him what ones were his favourite.”

The smaller girl let out a laugh, looking at her best friend who had a sly grin on her face, trying to hide it with the glass in her hands.

“Speaking of guys though, how’s Mr. Hemmings then?” Anna jokingly asked the girl, cocking an eyebrow with a smirk on her face, swaying to the music that was loudly playing in the background.

“He’s good, I mean he’s doing good,” The smaller girl quickly corrected herself before her dirty-minded friend could make a joke about their sex life or ask about it. Anna hummed lightly, still smug and still swaying to the music, “I was supposed to be going to the safe house, but I’m here instead, I don’t think he’s very happy.”

“Girl, you’ve been here for nearly two hours!” Anna cried out in shock, eyes wide at the clear defiance that the small girl had for her 6-foot-odd gang leader boyfriend.

“And?”

“He’s bound to know by now! He’s not going to bust through my doors with his gang and shoot the place down is he?”

The girl shrugged lazily in reply, letting some of her hair fall in front of her face as she smiled at her friend, “Yeah he does know, he’s been blowing up my phone for an hour and a half.”

Anna fell dramatically against the back of the couch, hand still tight around her glass of lemonade and pink gin. Her free hand was laying across her forehead with her eyes shut, “Oh please tell me you’ve replied.”

“Nope.”

“Oh come on, I really like my door, believe it or not, I don’t want him or any of his gang members kicking it down!” Anna cried out, giving her best friend a pout to which she just laughed lightly in response.

“He won’t knock your door down, he probably won’t even come. He’s too busy debriefing his gang to even spend time with me and instead shipped me out of the house. Why does he care whether it’s yours or the safe house?”

However, she couldn’t have been more wrong because less than ten minutes later they heard a roaring engine speeding down the road. Anna, who shared a quick look with the smaller girl, got up and looked out the window, seeing no other than Luke gets out of his very expensive sports car and towards the house, “Guess you were wrong.”

He threw the door open, thankfully not breaking it down, his eyes quickly landing on the small girl, grabbing her and pulling her off of the couch, planting her by his side. His grip was tight on either side of her hips, almost as if it was a warning to stay by his side and cooperate for once in her life.

“Anna,” His accented voice wrung through the room as he gave the blonde a curt nod. She waved back awkwardly, maybe too hazed by the alcohol in her system to stay anything intelligible back, and Luke seemed to realize this, “don’t stay up too late, get a good sleep, okay?”

“Aye captain, yes sir,” She saluted him back with a smile on her lips, almost diffusing the tension in the room but it was barely a second later where Luke’s grip retightened on his girlfriend’s hips.

“Okay, good night.” He bid her farewell, walking out of the house with his slightly anxious girlfriend behind him. It seemed as if suddenly she was filled with regret and guilt, especially after seeing how angry Luke was with her.

“It isn’t Jacob’s fault I-” She started when the door shut behind them, the cold wind of the night surrounding her.

“Don’t,” He spoke gruffly, turning around to look down at her with angry blue eyes before grabbing onto her wrist and dragging her over to his car.

Luke hadn’t even locked his car when he had rushed inside to Anna’s house, not that he would be too bothered anyway, it wasn’t like anyone was going to steal the gang leader’s car, especially not in this neighborhood. He didn’t speak another word to the girl as he took her around to her side of the car, letting her get in before he leaned over and strapped her in, closing the door without a single word and getting in his own side.

He started the car up and the only noise heard in the car was the engine as it roared to life and they began to speed down the street. His blond hair was messy, jaw ticking with his eyes glued to the road, never once straying to the girl in the passenger’s seat. Her eyes, however, never strayed from him, picking up every sign that he was furious with her. His posture was rigid, he was impatient, breathing loudly and not even acknowledging her existence beside her; he was seething.

She wasn’t sure if they arrived too fast or too slow to the safe house honestly. Luke still didn’t utter a word, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him. She knew not to move already, she knew that Luke didn’t want her to move and honestly she didn’t want to aggravate him further.

True to her belief, Luke opened her car door, undoing her seatbelt before pulling her out of the car. His eyes didn’t stay on her as he stormed into the house, a tight grip on the smaller girl’s wrist. She tried to get his attention, for him to say anything to her as he entered the house but it appeared he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

The main room was still dark, but just the feeling of being in here makes her feel sick. She wasn’t overexaggerating when she said how much she hated the safe house. It felt as if she was defeated, back where she didn’t want to be, somewhere she hated, and with her boyfriend furious at her.

In the time that she had been thinking of how much she loathed the building she stood in, Luke had let go of her wrist and wordlessly made his way towards the front door again. The thought of him leaving her here, frustrated and alone all weekend made annoyance bubble in her stomach and before she can help herself she’s shouting over at him, “So that’s it? Are you just going to lock me in here and leave again?”

Luke stilled, but he doesn’t bother to reply or even look at his girlfriend, just standing there like a statue. She can’t find it in herself to regret the words that come out of her mouth, especially after she awaits the nonexistent reply, causing annoyance to bluster in her stomach. Her eyes roll and her arms flail slightly before they slap against her thighs with a low scoff falling out of her lips, “Typical.”

“Excuse me?” Luke turned around, his voice hard and powerful, one that would normally make her shake, make her look up at him with wide eyes unsure of what to say. Their eyes meet, his blue piercing into hers. He took a step forward, tilting his head slightly with an eyebrow raised, almost as if he’s encouraging her to repeat what she had said moments before, “What did you say, Bambi?”

Her mouth was agape as she stuttered lightly, any feeling of bravery that she had mere seconds ago fizzling away into nothingness. Her eyes darted from one of his eyes to the other, looking at the expectant and slightly smug face as he looked at the stuttering girl in front of him. She tried her best to find the right words to say but she had, ultimately, been rendered speechless.

“Come on, if you’re so big and brave, baby, why don’t you speak up a little? Tell me what you said.” He walked towards her until he’s right in front of her, chests barely ten centimeters apart. Two of his fingers make their way under her chin, pushing her face up until she had no other choice but to look him in the eye, holding her face in such a way that she can’t move easily.

Silence filled the room once more, simply with the two of them staring at one another. Luke stared down at her with a slight smugness and with her looking up at him still frozen almost. When he does talk next, he muttered quietly, almost condescendingly with anger trailing in his voice, “You ruined an important meeting tonight all because you couldn’t follow a simple instruction-”

“Well, believe it or not, I don’t like to be locked up in a house for days on end like a caged animal,” She doesn’t even register that she’s speaking until she’s finished, the words flowing out of her mouth cutting off Luke’s lecture.

“This house is to keep you safe,” His grip on her jaw doesn’t loosen at this point in time, blue eyes swimming with rage. In all of their time together, he doesn’t remember his Bambi giving him this much attitude or a time where she’s tried to argue with him like this. Sure, there were times where they had disagreements or times where there had been a little bit of attitude but he had quickly sorted that out.

“I was safe at Anna’s and I was happy. Isn’t that what you want? For me to be happy?” Her voice is quiet, bottom lip threatening to quiver. She hated how she cried whenever she got frustrated, and right now she’s barely holding back from her eyes becoming glassy. She’s frustrated and annoyed, but she doesn’t want to look like a baby right now, especially when this was her first fight with Luke.

“Don’t try and guilt trip me now, Bambi. It isn’t going to work tonight.”

“I hate it here! I hate constantly having to move into this stupid fucking house where I have nothing to do and no one to talk to! It doesn’t even fucking have wifi or anything! It’s dumb and all because you’re paranoid!” After she finished shouting, she ripped her head out of his hold, standing back and away from him, back coming in contact with the marble counter of the kitchen island.

Her arms are crossed over her chest, and as Luke processed her words, he shook his head. His next words are low, like it’s a warning, “Don’t shout at me like that.”

“I’m not-”

“Listen here, doll, because I’m only going to tell you this once,” Luke doesn’t even let her finish before he’s talking. His voice is forceful and strong, something he normally reserved for when his men do something stupid like ruin a drug run, “You don’t call the shots here, I do. I’m in a gang and there are a lot of people that would put a bullet in your pretty little skull just to get to me,” He pressed a finger against her temple, hard enough for her to feel the pressure but not enough for it to hurt her, “People die in this lifestyle and I send you here so it doesn’t happen to you. Don’t tell me that I’m paranoid because I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“I get it, I do-”

“Then why won’t you just do what I say?”

“Because I’m tired of being your secret.” She whispered, looking up at Luke’s blue eyes sadly, tears gathering in her own eyes. His head dipped a little, shifting his weight onto his hands which are on either side of her, trapping her against the kitchen’s island counter.

It took Luke a few seconds to finally muster up words, and just from his tone she can tell that he’s disappointed, maybe in himself, maybe because of how she thought of their relationship, “You aren’t my-”

“Then why have I never met Cal? O-Or Mikey? Why is the only time I’ve ever met Ashton an accident? And why do you constantly send me away even if it’s only people you trust going to be there? And-”

“Bambi,” Luke groaned lightly but got cut off straight away when the girl continued to rant, barely even realizing that he had tried to cut her off.

“This was supposed to be our weekend and you just sent me away. I was so excited to finally get a whole weekend of you to myself but no, I was shipped off to this shithole again-”

“This was all because you just wanted me to yourself?” Luke asked incredulously, an eyebrow raised at the girl whose eyes snapped up to meet his.

“That’s what you want, Bambi? You got it.” Luke said, his eyes staying on hers, never wavering as he commanded. He pushed back, hands off the counter and now standing at his full height, towering over her with his eyes never leaving hers, “Hands out. Now.”

“Luke what-”

Her eyes frantically search his face, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. She can feel her heart rate pick up, beating loudly in her chest.

“No, Bambi. You’ve done plenty talking tonight. No talking unless I ask you a question, got it?”

She nodded her head, gulping down the thickness in her throat as a thick leather wrapped around her wrists, constricting them. Her mouth parted slightly, she hadn’t even seen or heard Luke take off his belt, but now she can’t even part her hands anymore.

His head dropped to her neck and she can feel her stomach flutter simply by his breath fanning over the skin on her neck. His hand made its way up to the nape of her neck, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking on it so her neck is fully exposed to him, “You’ve me all to yourself tonight, Bambi. And you’re all mine.”

#luke hemmings 5sos #luke hemmings #luke hemmings x you #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x oc #5sos #5sauce #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer x reader #5 seconds of summer x oc #gang!luke hemmings x oc #gang!luke hemmings #gang!luke hemmings x reader #mafia!luke hemmings #mafia!luke hemmings x oc #mafia!luke hemmings x reader

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royalcalum · 4 years

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royalcalum masterlist

this is just a link update for my url change -- I’ll be posting a better masterlist with rewritten content in the next few months so keep an eye out for updated content

Please note: stories containing an asterisk* contain explicit content and aren’t suitable for those under 18. Don’t read them if you shouldn’t or I’ll tell your mom.

Author’s Note: if you like my content, buy me a coffee!

I’ve written well over 500 and some were stupid or just downright awful so these are not only cherry-picked, but (most) will be rewritten in my current style and based on my interpretation of the boys’ current personalities. I honestly didn’t even want to include most of these because they’re so old but I figured y’all might still like them.

Band (4/4)

getting high with the band

having a panic attack

you think you’re too thin

you think you’re too big

when they like someone

personalities they like

dark paradise by lana del rey

finding out they like you

catching you watching porn*

punishing you*

teasing you about hickeys*

music you make out to

overstimulation*

hooking up with the lights on*

joining the mile high club*

getting jealous of your best guy friend

offering to take your virginity*

moaning your name in their sleep* (michael and luke) (ashton and calum)

teasing you for being innocent

grinding

eating you out for the first time*

becoming friends with benefits*

helping him go down on you*

their kinks*

giving him head when he’s on the phone with the guys*

nasty naughty boy by christina aguilera*

catching him moaning your name*

spanking*

tying you up*

skin by rihanna*

catching you watching lesbian porn*

ASHTON

Savages*** (gang!ash) - REMOVED due to problematic content

asking him out

nicotine by panic! at the disco

the morning after

sleepy morning sex*

submissive!ash*

waking up next to him

tonight, you’re mine*

getting high and hooking up*

losing it to your best friend* (part one)

cute, giggly ash*

hating each other but hooking up*

riding him when he’s on the phone*

riding his thigh*

blindfolds, handcuffs, baby girl, and kitten*

eating you out in front of the guys*

michael + ashton threesome*

luke + ashton threesome*

kissing luke*

they watch him go down on you*

FaceTiming him*

CALUM

The Animal Inside*** (werewolf!calum) - part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight // part nine // part ten // part eleven // part twelve // part thirteen // original ending // cheesy ending

Alpha Sigma Phi*** (frat!cal) - part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight // part nine // part ten // part eleven // part twelve // part thirteen // part fourteen // part fifteen // part sixteen

meeting up

apologizing when you’re mad at him

seeing each other after you breakup

accidentally admitting he likes you

giving him a lap dance*

walking in on him*

finding out you’re flexible

hiring a stripper*

getting caught by paparazzi*

teasing him*

post workout session*

getting revenge*

losing it to your best friend* (part one)

hating each other but hooking up*

waking him up*

heading home early*

jersey girl*

getting caught by your mom*

throat fucking*

lazy saturday

LUKE

Yes, Sir*** (ceo!luke) - part one // part two // part three

Highway to Hell*** (demon!luke) - part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight // part nine // part ten // part eleven // part twelve // part thirteen // part fourteen // part fifteen // part sixteen // part seventeen

Reject*** (punk!luke) - REMOVED due to problematic content

neck kisses

cuddling

announcing your relationship

getting caught keeping your relationship a secret

when you’re both famous

late night driving

the morning after*

ringing the ‘sex’ bell*

brother!ash finds out about boyfriend!luke*

they’re wrong*

losing it to your best friend* (part one)

hating each other but hooking up*

the night before he leaves for tour*

getting high and hooking up*

luke + ashton threesome*

calling him vanilla*

getting caught by your dad*

hittin’ it from the back*

MICHAEL

Screw the Police*** (cop!michael) - chapter one // chapter two // chapter three // chapter four // chapter five // chapter six // chapter seven // chapter eight // chapter nine // chapter ten // chapter eleven // chapter twelve // chapter thirteen // chapter fourteen // chapter fifteen

asking him out

liking you as best friends

liking ashton’s (fictional) sister

nicotine by panic! at the disco

handcuffing you*

losing it to your best friend* (part one)

post show session*

hating each other but hooking up*

playing video games and getting bored*

michael + ashton threesome*

beating him in call of duty*

getting caught by your dad*

damn good night*

#5sos fanfic #5sos smut #5sos fluff #5sos angst #ashton irwin x reader #luke hemmings x reader #calum hood x reader #michael clifford x reader #ashton irwin smut #calum hood smut #luke hemmings smut #michael clifford smut #ashton irwin x reader smut #calum hood x reader smut #luke hemmings x reader smut #michael clifford x reader smut #masterlist #5sos masterlist #royalcalum masterlist

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thinwhitewritings · 3 years

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A Shot and A Story - Ashton

Summary: Based off of that one video of Ashton bringing a fan on stage to take a shot with her for her birthday - can’t stop thinking of it and I need it.

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk endeavors, lots of touching, crowds, mini makeout sesh

Rating: 18+ (no smut, a lil kiss kiss and some adult stuff but not smut)

This is unedited because I’m impatient. Enjoy!

You’d been dying to go to a concert for your birthday. Especially your twenty-first. A drink in your hand with music and friends - how could it be better? So, your friends all pitched in to get you guys floor seats to a 5 Seconds of Summer concert. You had all seen them live on your own but this would be the first time you went as a group, and it was beyond exciting, especially since they just so happened to have a show on your birthday.

The only drawback had been it wasn’t in your hometown. You had to take a small trip to get to the city where they were performing, and somehow your parents had booked a hotel for the four of you who were going, a birthday gift they’d called it. You were surprised either way. The group checked into the hotel, which was just down the street from the venue, a few bars littered along the street - which you would hit at some point. If that was before or after the show, you didn’t care. You were here with your favorite people and going to see your favorite band for the first time in a very long time - and got to get drunk all the while.

Your friends had brought goodies along, including a sash, mini shots to sneak into the venue, and a sign that said ‘She’s 21 today, get her drunk!’ They claimed it was for the bars, but one of them decided to sneak it with you to the show. You’d gone to dinner and gotten plenty of attention in the form of a free drink from a guy across from your table, and a free dessert from the restaurant. You felt on top of the world, and the night was just getting started.

You made it to the show with ease, using the opening act to get drinks from a bar in the arena, coming back to your spot just as the lights came down. Screams erupt from the crowds around you, and you felt the excitement from your chest to your toes. The band came onstage with energy, opening up the show with enough motion and lights to blind an entire highway of cars. Song by song passed, your friends making sure you continuously had a drink in your hand. About halfway through the first half of the show, your friend broke out that magical sign, holding it above all of you as you sang along and bounced and screamed. They’d just wrapped up Empty Wallets when Luke speaks up. “Hey, wait, wait - who’s birthday is it?” He asks, pulling an in-ear out and coming to the edge of the stage, pointing in your groups direction. Before you can get a word out, they begin shoving you forward, Luke laughing as they beg for him to get you a drink.

“Who told you there was alcohol up here?” Ashton remarks, now moving out from his drum set holding up a red solo cup.

“Ash, you’re very clearly holding an unmarked beverage. In a solo cup of shittin’ things.” Michael laughs.

You’re trying to pay attention, but a security guard has moved the barrier so that he can lead you to the stage ramp - and it hits you, holy shit this is actually happening. You’re thanking the buzz that’s in your veins for the lack of nerves you have once you’re on stage all of them greeting you with wide smiles and cheers. “Ok but really, to... no one’s surprise, there is alcohol up here.” Calum points to the bottle towards the back of the stage, Ashton quickly grabbing it as the others start asking you your name. One of them asks to double check that you are in fact 21 before pouring out alcohol in front of a whole ass arena. Once it’s in Luke’s hand, he’s moving to Michael’s side, leaning into him as they both assess the card. “Yep, that is definitely today.” Michael confirms.

“And that is 21 years from today - we are clear for take off everyone.” You haven’t said more than five words but you just feel blissfully happy. A hand comes up to your back and you jump a little, not expecting it, but are greeted with Ashton at your side. He’s leaning into Calum’s mic for everyone to hear. “This might look like water, but I promise everyone that this is 100% tequila.” Screams come from the crowd as he hands over the plastic cup, raising it. You take it and match him, about to take the shot before he stops. Under the immense amount of sound and projected discussion from the other bandmates, Ashton leans to your ear, his free hand taking your wrist carefully and very lightly. “Wait, let’s link arms.” He pulls back with a look of ‘you wanna?’ and you give a wide grin and a nod of your head. With ease, your arms are intertwined and you are nearly chest to chest with the drummer. A few more cries leave the massive audience you have before they all give you a hug, a few birthday wishes before dismissing you off stage.

Your friends are all shaking your arms and bouncing incessantly when you return asking how you felt, and generally freaking out. The only thing you could get out was “Please tell me you have that on video.”

. . .

After the show, you decided to run over to one more bar before you headed in for the night, really wanting to make the night well rounded and capture all of the experiences you could. Getting to the bar you realize that it’s actually more of a club. And when you get in there, you almost immediately lose your friends. You’d managed so well up until now, but you figure that you’re better off trying to find them at the bar, since there was only one of them.

So you navigate your way there, and flag down a bartender for a drink. As you finishing up your payment, you could’ve sworn you heard your name. You turn your head a few times, looking in the crowd for your friends’ faces - only to come up with one that wasn’t in your group. It’s Ashton, approaching with what seems like a crew member behind him, both of them with a glass of beer in their hand. “Hey! It’s the birthday girl!” He greets, swinging an arm open to offer another hug, which you happily take. You back up, holding your drink before leaning towards him, his head dipping to listen to you. “Where’s the other guys?” He gives a nod, a hand running through his hair.

“They were kind of exhausted, and bailed on me. They’re holed up at our table. No fun if you ask me.” He taunts, giving you a smile which you return. He moves to introduce the guy behind him, to be met with a stranger. You can’t help but laugh as he exasperatedly turns back to you. “What the hell, do I smell or something? I showered before I came here.” He jokes and you can’t stop the smile on your face.

“If it’s any consolation, my friends and I got split up the second we got here. So it’s kind of a miracle that you managed to have him around that long.” Ashton laughs at your words, and you find a hand on your back again as he leans in.

“He probably went to our table. Do you wanna go check with me?” You give a nod once he’s asked, and he grins, hand unmoving from your back. He proceeds to guide you to the table he speaks of, a few more familiar faces which all light up at the sight of you. A few utterances of your name come through again, greeting you happily.

You sit with the group, meeting Sierra and Crystal while you were there, finding yourself somehow completely comfortable with this group. Afterall, you practically grew up with these guys, even if you’d never met them until tonight. A few rounds go by, and you’re finally starting to think about calling it a night. You’re looking at your phone, seeing that your friends have all said to just meet at the hotel, as they’re not having any luck finding each other, let alone you. You try another text - seeing as this happened because you couldn’t get any messages through - and hope that if any of them go through it was that one. That you were safe and had plenty of stories to tell. You’d been chugging water after the third round, telling Ashton that you’d needed to head home tomorrow and wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be sick for the drive, which he then cut you off in response. He however, had still been drinking. So as you lean into him to speak, his arm wraps around you, staying planted as you speak. “Do you know where the bathroom is?” You ask and he nods, the hand holding his drink points in the general direction.

“Do you want me to walk you over there?” He questions, and you look at him, seeing his features in the very dim neon lights. His hand feels firm, but his thumb is slowly tracing an up and down line into your skin, and you’re trying your best to soak it in. This had to be a dream. The whole time you’d been at the table, his hand had jumped around, on the booth back just above your shoulders, on your thigh, pushing hair out of your eyes - any way he could linger on you he had. Which is why you let him escort you to the bathroom.

The walk over was pretty uneventful, aside from Ashton spilling the rest of his drink due to someone elbowing his glass. He was annoyed by this, but didn’t let it show in his expressions. In the hallway of the restroom, it’s rather dark, give for the slight light shining through the cracks of the closed bathroom door. You’d turned to Ashton to tell him he could go back to the table, but he’d thrown his beer glass away, and was facing you fully. The hand that had been in yours, now slinks up to your waist, the other matching it. He can see you’re about to say something and leans to your ear to speak. “What is it beautiful?”

Suddenly, you don’t want him to go back to the table. When you see his face again, his forehead is nearly on yours, your breath hitching. “N-Nothing. I just...” You shake your head minutely, being careful not to move too much in the crowded space. Your eyes meet as music blasts around you, not letting you be able to think. His face suddenly is encased in light as the bathroom door swings open. His eyes shift to the door and he looks back to you. “Bathroom’s free.” He points out, and in the boldest move you’ve ever made, you grab his hand on your waist and pull him into the bathroom.

Ashton shuts the door and locks it with a click, being quick to move back to where you had been positioned before, but this time, takes no time to cup your face and pull your lips to his. Your eyes shut as your own hands move to gently hold the bottom of his arms, as his tongue dips along your bottom lip. Hands move from your face to the back of your neck, your energies moving so simultaneously. You finally pull back from what seems like forever to someone banging on the door. The two of you had both looked to the door and you laugh. “Let me use the restroom, and then we can go back.” You offer, slowly pulling away to move to the stall, and Ashton’s head tilts, looking to your backside.

“And by back, you mean my hotel room, right?”

So much for your parent’s hotel room ‘gift’.

#ashton irwin x reader #ashton x reader #5 seconds of summer x reader #ai.

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artificialbreezy · 3 years

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Century Panic insta pt 2

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y/n_cp a lil studio session in Detroit before our show tomorrow! 📸- @/aspen_cp

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jake_gvf Hopefully I’ll meet you tomorrow!

aspen_cp i think we should definitely perform the song we just recorded tomorrow

lacey_cp Ya know, as a thank you to the fans

briar_cp Just a little surprise for the fans

centuryp0int PLZ DO I WILL SOB

lukehemmings Girls, on behalf of every fan you have. DO IT

cpfan101 Even Mr Hemmings gets it. He’s just as into them as we are

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aspen_cp Just a little brunch date before the show. Michigan we have missed you dearly

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josh_gvf PLEASE WE MISSED YOU

centurypointog IM GONNA CRY WHEN YOU WALK ON STAGE

y/n_cp honestly no place like home

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jake_gvf I WAS SO CLOSE TO A QUEEN

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josh_gvf BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE. CANT BELIEVE WE MET THEM TOO WOO BUDDY

y/n_cp you were a pretty good thing to look at too

5sooos Are you flirting while with him??? What about @/calumhood ?

aspen_cp nah nah @/y/n_cp has it all wrong. your BROTHER was something nice to look at

josh_gvf 😏❤️

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5sosdrama Calum Hood spotted with blonde mystery girl. Is this the end of Calum and Y/N?

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cpog105 Honestly if he’s cheating on y/n he’s lost my support. She’s the sweetest girl in the world wtf

5sosstan Calum what????

centuryp0int I mean idk about you guys but y/n with that one dude from her detroit show we’re CUTE AS FUCK together

calumhood Kindly leave me and my relationship alone.

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jake_gvf We’re thrilled for you to hear our debut single “Highway Tune” off our upcoming EP: Black Smoke Rising- out April, 21st!

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y/n_cp and when i tell you it’s good, it’s fucking good!!!!!

aspen_cp Greta is gonna take over the world

cp0int The fact that a big band like Century Point is into a small band like Greta Van Fleet makes me HAPPY

y/n_cp Jakes my favorite, i’m gonna help him get HUGE cause my god all 4 of those boys deserve it

sammy_gvf y/n Stop i’m gonna cry

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y/n_cp my favorite view😍 @/jake_gvf

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calumsbaby Wtf??? Did you and Cal break up???

y/n_cp Yes we did. Quite a while ago actually.

5sosfan WHAT YOU MEAN A WHILE AGO

calumhood @/5sosfan It’s a long story. But basically I was a shit boyfriend and she deserved someone else. Just didn’t think she’d pick him

aspen_cp @/calumhood Watch it. You were more than shit, cheater. Let’s not forget the rest you did to her. Jake treats her like she’s a walking goddess. Something YOU failed to do

jake_gvf @/aspen_cp @/calumhood And I plan too until I die

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 3 years

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Inspired partially by the twitter trend of The Face Vs. The Face Sitting On It and just in time for Valentine’s Day!

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While sitting in the car, you watch out the window. Folks buzz around you--some folks looking content, strolling about their day. Others are flitting around, a bit of crease in their forehead. And you feel for them. You know those days where there’s just not enough hours in the day to get it all done. Or it’s when one thing sets off a spiral of all terrible things. Or when you just don’t wake up on the right side of the bed. You know that crease all too well because currently you were having a bad sleeping week.

You were getting tired when you were supposed to but the second you put your head on the pillow your brain was hot wired--keeping you up with all the things you needed to do, hadn’t done, all the appointments you had kept pushing off. It was finding the littlest things to find that anxiety and keep you staring up at the ceiling. Calum noticed the tossing and turning and tried his best to lull you to sleep this week, fixing you tea in the evening, getting you off your phone or laptop a couple hours before bed. He even started reading to you, but your ears picked up on the white noise of everything in the house. Your brain picked up the embarrassing memory that you hadn’t even considered in decades and now holding it in front of your mind’s eye for hours on end during the week.

Like right now, you should’ve been at home sleeping. Your work was giving you a long weekend and you really could’ve used the time to catch some extra Z’s, but you were, admittedly, a little scared to stay home. Sure maybe you did fall asleep cuddled up next to Duke. But you worried that you’d stay up, worry yourself sick some more so when Calum told you he had some errands to run you immediately tagged along. The time running around would hopefully tire you out enough that when you got home you could actually fall asleep.

So after Calum’s personal training session in the morning, which you sort of tagged along for, but mostly went through your own routine and getting a solid breakfast, you two were now buzzing around from store to store. Calum had gotten most of the grocery the other day, but he forgot a couple things so your first objective was to grab those and bring them back up. He then had to go to the post office to mail out his mother’s birthday cards and a few other things.

While in the line at the post office, your head tucked into his back, Calum got a phone call from a guitar shop on the other side of time about a new model that had just come in. Calum had been eying it for ages, but he didn’t want to be reckless with his money especially after getting some work on his teeth and to the house. So he asked the guitar shop to keep an eye out for when more stock arrived in case it sold out before Calum felt comfortable spending a large sum of money like that again.

The store agreed to set one off to the side for him and could keep it on hold until the end of the day. Which was perfect--still gave the two of you time to get lunch. You didn’t need to get anything, didn’t need to do anything. But even after lunch, Calum made one more pit stop. Here now at the gas station, you sit peering through the windshield and can see a mother with her two sons walking from the doors. They boys hold brightly colored icees in their hand, each clutching a bag field with goodies.

You aren’t entirely sure whey Calum needed to stop here for anything. It’s not like he needed stamps, since he got those at the post office. He hadn’t pulled in to get gas. Lunch had been filling, though you tried not to stuff yourself too much just because you knew that on a long car ride, the last thing you wanted to do was be uncomfortably full.

The door opens again, Calum strutting through with his glasses covering his eyes and resting comfortably atop the chubby cheeks. Barely hanging from the crook of his fingers is a brown plastic bag. The doors click open and he climbs into the driver seat. The guitar shop wasn’t that far, but today seemed to be a busy day on the road. Took you all too long just to get to the grocery store this morning.

“Snacks?”

“Was craving something sweet after lunch.”

You peer into the bag as he hands it over to you. Some gummy bears, gum, a bar or two of chocolate you can’t quite tell. You set it onto the floor at your feet. “Let me know when you want something.” But he’s already tearing into a Twix bar when you glance at him. “Or not,” you laugh.

“The other stuff is for you--if you want to indulge. Can’t forget ya,” he pushes the glasses down for just a moment to wink at you and then looks into the rearview mirror.

“Do you think you’re going to get this one?” you asks as the SUV rolls out from the parking lot and onto the asphalt of the highway.

“Hmm, maybe. Gotta see how it feels first.”

You nod at his question, resting your head into the cushion of the seat. And it goes quiet for a while. The radio plays softly in the background, and every so often the packaging crinkles as Calum downs more of the chocolate and caramel treat.

“Valentine’s Day is coming up soon,” Calum states, while paused in a bit of traffic. “Got any ideas on what you want to do for it?”

You think for a moment. Valentine’s Day has never been your thing--being perpetually single does that to a person. “Restaurants are going to be a nightmare.”

“Yeah, they will be.” Another crinkle comes from the right side of the car and then his arm reaches behind your seat, finding the small bag of trash you stash there--though you have to be careful when Duke sits in the backseat. Generally though, he doesn’t mess with too much. “My mom sent me a recipe of hers. It’s really good.”

“I’d be down for cooking.”

“Nothing else? Don’t wanna go sky diving? Give me another heart attack?”

You laugh thinking about the first birthday you spent with Calum together as a couple. “You didn’t die.”

“But I did almost shit myself.”

“You can play on stage to thousands of people, but no, jumping from a plane is a no-go.”

“Yes, because I am a sane human.”

You huff out a small tuft of laughter and turn to look at him. One hand on the wheel with the stainless steel linked chain dangling from his wrist. His other arm is resting against the door, gently tapping out a beat with his long slender fingers. “Do you want to do anything?”

“Valentine’s Day,” he scoffs. “How long have we been dating? When have I ever been dying to do anything on some random day in February.” His statement doesn’t fall venomously from his mouth. He even looks over to you with a smile. “I don’t need one day out of 365 to declare my love for someone.”

And it’s true. While Calum wasn’t super accepting of love from new people, while it took you months to show Calum that you were trustworthy and not someone to keep at an arm’s length, once he cracked open, he oozed adoration and love for people. And you knew it was a defense mechanism. You knew that when someone did care as hard as Calum did it wouldn’t always be an easy thing to win over.

Calum, when he finally let someone one, loved hard. It could be a random Tuesday in July or a Sunday in February, and he would make sure his love was known. He never needed a special occasion to send flowers, to cook dinner, to offer to drive you to doctors appointments because he knew that sometimes you got too nervous or flustered by them to drive but did manage to push through if absolutely necessary. He’d easily pick up some gloves and an extra sponge if he saw you wiping down the walls in the kitchen or wiping through the counter. He kept fridge cleaning days marked on the calendar. And when you added reminders to wash bed sheets to the shared one, he also include rest breaks for you too.

Calum had never needed someone to force him to show appreciation.

“I mean, there is the option to literally do nothing on Valentine’s Day. Like treat it as any other day.”

“That’s still something,” he countered, turning on his signal and switching out from the middle lane. His exit was approaching in another mile and a half.

“Oh fuck off,” you laugh. “We can’t cease to exist that day. Bare minimum we need to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide.”

Calum laughs softly, showing some of his teeth too. “Fair, fair. There’s another Netflix documentary coming out, true crime one. I forget what it’s fully about, but I think it’s about a serial killer if you’d be down to start it then?”

“When would I ever turn down the opportunity to be a detective with you?”

“You haven’t yet,” he states with laughter in his voice.

“And I never will.” The ramp takes the two of you down and down and soon you’re winding through streets and not too far you can see the shopping center coming into view. He pulls into the lot of the shop and the two of you step out in unison.

The bell above the door chimes as he opens it for you and you smile often in your thanks. “Hey, Calum!” one of the guys at the register calls out. The store is fairly empty. But you’re not shocked on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Hey, Derek. How’s it going?” Calum heads directly over to the counter and you look up to the left wall, at the records on display.

“Let me know if you need anything,” the second guy states to you, “or if you want to see anything.” He’s younger than Derek, both look to be equally tattooed from the pieces that peek out from the short sleeve work shirts, but his face is significantly brighter.

“Thanks,” you return and go back to the displays. You can hear Calum and Derek chatting but slowly tune it out, make it background noise to the music playing through the speakers.

You turn to walk towards the back where more instruments sit and you can see Calum leaning into the glass display of the counter. The palms of his hand pressed into the metal edge. The sunglasses sit on top of his head and you notice the younger guy glancing over at you again.

He nods again and then goes back to his computer. Nothing else is said. And you look over the stringed instruments, ukuleles, some violins and then you spin around again, done with that lap and go to head up to Calum. “See anything?” he asks.

You shake your head. “You’re the musically talented one. I just nod and smile when you talk about it.”

Derek returns, a case in hand. He comes out from the hinged doors that separate the sales floor from the registers and back of the store. You scoot a little closer to the display as the case is transferred over. Calum takes it easily heading to the corner you just abandoned to sit and check out the instrument. It’s a beautiful deep green, almost reminds you of the thick Washington forest. The body is slender.

“That’s a pretty cool color,” you note, watching Calum work his fingers over the frets.

He grins up at you. “Think so?” You give another nod. He doesn’t inspect it long before you can see the desire to give in crosses his face.

Derek’s standing close by and you turn to him and keep your voice as close to a whisper as you can while still being heard. “What’s a bass like that cost?”

He rattles off the price, one eyebrow slightly raised over the other. You know Calum will riot--he’ll pitch a fucking fit. But you reach into your wallet and slide out your card. You had been saving--for a year. You wanted to do something big for Calum. You just didn’t know what it was yet specifically though you had some ideas, a bass was top of the list. But you didn’t want to try and go out and buy a bass without consulting him, without getting an understanding of what he liked. You thought about maybe a really good leather jacket and some more boots. He loved the ones he had, wore them as much as he could.

And when you mentioned possibly getting him more, he told you the ones he had were still in good shape. Calum wasn’t the type to just buy clothes to buy them. He indulged here and there, but always made a point to wear something he had down before replacing it. You’d tease the subject a couple more times after that, but he never took the bait and you weren’t going to force him into a thing he didn’t want or need.

But it’s clear to you that this is something he wants. But he’ll tussle with himself and never give in on it. It’s pricer than you thought it would be. But you too were being smart, having finally paid off the last of your car, you start moving those payments to savings and it helped a great deal. You were fine. You get insurance and the whole deal as Derek advises. By the time you slide the receipt back across the counter, Calum comes back to the registers. “I appreciate you holding it for me, man. But I don’t think I can right now.”

Derek looks at you and you look down into the glass. “It’s--it’s yours, dude.”

“What?” Calum breathes behind you.

“They-uh, they paid for it,” Derek says, nodding at you.

You can feel the heat in your body now and spin around to face Calum in a rush. “Consider it a not Valentine’s Day gift.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Ever since I finished paying off my car, I saved the payments to do something nice for you. Didn’t know what it was going to be for sure. But I know you, Calum. You’d want something and tell yourself no. I mean you can treat yourself sometimes.”

“You-you didn’t?” His eyes are rapidly blinking, head shaking like he doesn’t want to believe you. Like he can’t believe you as his mouth mumbles out, “No,” repeatedly.

“It’s yours,” you nod. “It’s really yours.”

If it weren’t for the weight of the bass, you’re sure Calum would’ve tipped over, maybe even rushed to Derek to hand the case back over, but instead he’s weighed down, chained to this spot in the blue speckled carpet of the store, still repeating, “No,” softly.

“‘I hate to break it to you, but you’re gonna have to find space in your office for it now. Because I refuse to return it.” You step forward, find the handle and slip your hands around it taking it from Calum. A small grunt leaves you and then you start to the door, throwing a thanks to Derek.

The lights to the SUV blink and you can hear the locks clicking open as you push open the door to the store. “Wait--what are you doing?” Calum asks.

“Open the trunk please,” you ask.

“Let me do it,” he demands, stepping in close to take the case with the bass now. “What the fuck did you do? Baby, this is expensive.”

“It’s not a Valentine’s Day gift,” you answer again. “Because I love you. On a random Tuesday.”

He gets the instrument safely into the trunk and then closes it, watching dumbly as you climb into the passenger side. He walks to the driver seat and climbs in, taking you gently by the chin. “That was absolutely reckless and unnecessary-- ”

“I am just absolutely reckless and unnecessary then,” you counter, “because I’m not returning it.”

“--but thank you. Thank you so much,” he continues as if you hadn’t interrupted him. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Then it’s silent, as the two of your gaze at each other, watching what could almost be tears well in his eyes, but they don’t fall.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve a person like you, but whatever it was, I’m glad I did it.”

“I’m glad you did it too.” The two of you return home, Duke rushing to the front door as the two of you step through it. Calum safely places the bass in his music room/office and returns shortly after to help you decide on what to order for dinner.

As the two of you settle onto the couch, Calum takes your hand and presses a kiss to teach knuckle. “I’m gonna teach you how to play.”

“You know we’ve done this before.”

“And you were good at it.”

“I was alright at it.”

“It’ll be your bass,” he whispers.

“I bought it for you,” you return tossing your head back to look at him.

He kisses your lips. “Yeah, but it’ll be the one that I teach you to play for real one and it’ll be yours--just as much as it is mine.”

“A true sap,” you laugh, but nod and return your focus back to the TV.

In the week that follows, Calum makes sure to take an hour in the evenings to set you down and pick up on the lessons. They fizzled out as work for the both of you picked up. But now things are a bit more calm. He sits next to you, assessing what you remember from last time and correcting finger placements as needed, but they go smoothly.

When Valentine’s Day does come, Calum pulls you back into bed for just five more minutes of sleep. And five minutes turns into half an hour. But finally you two pull yourself out from the sheets, figure out what to do in the midmorning that results in food being consumed and then you slowly gravitate towards different sections of the house.

There’s still a bit of laundry to be done and Calum takes Duke out for just a little bit. The two of you migrate back together by mid afternoon. He finds you making a quick lunch and presses a kiss to your cheek. You turn to face him, squeezing at his. “I bought some face masks,” he offers. “Care to join me in doing the bare minimum of converting oxygen into carbon dioxide after your lunch?”

“Don’t see how I could pass up such a wonderful offer? You want anything?” He shakes head, mentioning grubbing on some of the leftovers earlier while you took a nap.

With your lunch done and the plates cleaned, you find Calum in the bedroom and let him know you’re ready for the face masks. He shuffles to the bathroom. “I hope I got the right one for you,” he mutters. “I got them forever ago it feels, so who the hell knows what I got.” His laughter is soft as he rummages through the bins under the skin.

“I’ll be in the office,” you tell him and he nods, still pulling bins out. You settle into the couch and spy the green bass still on the stand from yesterday. You pull it into your lap and sling your arm over it. The amp next to you is off, you know but you still pluck away at it as if it were on.

Calum shuffles in a few minutes later. “Um, babe. It’s off.”

You don’t reply but do look up. He holds up three different packages. “Here’s to hoping one of these is worthwhile.” You place your bass back to the stand and take one that sounds like one you’re okay with using. Calum hands you a towel so you can wipe your fingers off after you get it placed onto your face. He helps get it right and then you help him with his and the two of you slip onto the couch, legs entangled and leaning into opposite ends of the couch.

You laugh at Calum’s story as you scroll mindless through app after app. In the boredom you snap a picture of Calum with the face masks on and don’t think too much of it, saving it to the album with all the silly and cute photos of him are--there are tons.

“I mean the sun is a star. Though the ones we see have been dead for a long time.”

Calum taps your leg with his foot. “It was a simple question--to be the sun or the stars. I didn’t ask for this philosophical crisis.”

“Why would it not weigh in your decision! If you’re a star like the ones we see at night, you’re technically already dead. You wanna be dead?” You huff, sitting up.

“I mean, no, but c’mon.”

“It’s a valid thing to consider, that’s all I’m saying!”

He laughs. “Okay, sun or the moon?”

“You first,” you return and just then your alarm on your phone goes off. The two of you shuffle back to the bathroom and take off the masks.

“Moon, maybe,” he counters.

You nod. “Fitting. When should we get started on that recipe of your moms? Is it super involved?”

“Nah, it’s pretty easy. Normal time should be good. I’m going to read outside if you want to join.”

“Maybe in a bit.”

Calum nods, grabbing his book as he passes through the bedroom and the patter of Duke’s claws follow behind him. You go back to the music room, turn on the amp and then actually play a little something. It’s nothing fancy--just the arrangement you put together with Calum as a practice exercise once. You play it for a bit, adding a little flair. When you phone rings, you pause to answer it. You wouldn’t normally, but the number looks semi recognizable so you answer it.

It’s just a scam call and you hang up but then notice some other notifications. Before you realize it, you’re deep into Twitter. You’ve run across the trend of people posting pictures of themselves and their significant others with the caption, The Face Vs The Face Sitting On It. It made you laugh just a little bit at first. And then you kept going down the rabbit hole. Some are silly, most are good pictures.

While it’s not exactly secret that you and Calum are dating, you two don’t post too much. Calum isn’t incline to post on social media in the first place and while you use it a bit more than him, you try not to post too much about him out of respect. However, as you look tap on quote retweet and bring up your photos you think maybe one silly post wouldn’t hurt. So you grab the one of him recently with the face masks and then one of yourself--it’s silly too, a little blurry too in the darkness that it was taken in.

You hit post and watch the likes come in. Then keep scrolling. Eventually you have to put the bass away and peel yourself from the couch to find Calum and see if he’s hungry enough for dinner. Just as you round the corner to the office, you spy him stepping through the glass sliding backdoor. “Hungry?” you ask.

He nods, “Yeah.”

The two of you, with Duke trotting ahead, make your way down the hallway and into the kitchen. “You’re funny,” he states, washing his hands first.

“Thank you. I’ll be here until you kick me out.”

He laughs. “No, the pictures you posted. On Twitter.”

You’re shocked that he noticed it that fast. Normally it took him a bit longer to see silly stuff like that. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Nah. What I hope you don’t mind is my reply.”

At first you’re nervous. Calum could’ve gone one of two ways--super silly and broke out even worse photos of you possibly not sober or he went super on trend with it and pulled out a photo of you done up for a date night. Not that you preferred one over the other, but sometimes you liked to keep your relationship light on social media. It was easier that way. There wasn’t any real pressure that way. Though the fans seemed to have enjoyed it when you posted more posed and serious content.

You liked to keep it a bit more real. You and Calum didn’t do the whole nine yards a lot--you two were normal people who hated getting out of bed some days and went as well into the afternoon before showering at times and walked Duke and went to doctor’s appointments like everyone does. So you always opted for a bit of a joke, a silly Tweet or photo whenever you could.

“What did you post?” you ask.

He shrugs, taking up the knife to dice the onion. “I’m not telling you.”

You glance at the printed out recipe and get a pan on the aisle over medium heat before pulling out your phone. As you load the app, you listen to the snap of the knife fitting the wooden cutting board. You type Calum’s name and tap onto his profile.

While there’s is silly--I do want to take a moment to show off my favorite person in the world. So here we go, The Face Vs. The Face Sitting On It. Below is attached a picture of him--you snapped while you two were out for lunch one day. The black t-shirt tight around his biceps as he slyly grins into the camera. The lights in the background are just barely in focus of the resturant and Calum’s glancing out of the window next to him. You remember that you were recording him, or at least you thought you were, and told him that he was handsome. Not the first time, but everytime he did, he blushed and turn away. And you captured it here too.

The photo of you is actually one with him in it. The guys got together and did a big family dinner and the two of you posed at Crystal’s request in the slightly matching outfits. You hadn’t intended to match--though black was a staple in both your wardrobes. You were a bit different thanks to the pop of color in your shoes, but in the lighting of the street lamp, you had to admit that you did look hot. The first couple of buttons on your shirt you were undone and with your hands tucked into the pockets, you looked like you owned shit.

“While I hoped that you’d go with something more silly, I will take this,” you finally say.

“That picture is literally my background for a reason,” he returns.

You kiss his cheek and then trace over the stubble with your teeth to his ear. “Can I make a reservation for tonight?”

“The table is reserved for you literally at all times,” he returns in a breathe.

“Good,” you laugh and then glance back to the recipe.

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