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[suchalonelysunflower]

Villain

Sinners and Saints - Chapter 2

Pairing: Mafia! Ashton Irwin x Fem! Hemmings! Reader

Summary: Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? After seemingly accept to help her, Ashton would not make it easy for the reader to find his good graces.

Warnings: Violence, swearing, blood, guns, threats, kidnapping, murder, mentions of abuse, injury. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language I’m sorry)

Word count: 5.9k

Author’s Note: I’m keeping it, and if you don’t like AU’s don’t read them 🤷🏼‍♀️ Thank you all for the support with the first chapter, it means a lot 🩷 And remember to reblog, comment and like the post if you enjoyed it ❤️ Hope you like it and happy reading 🌻✨🦋

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“Careful, angel” You could hear the smile in his voice dripping with condescending sarcasm “We don’t want you to get hurt”

Still, you kicked and fought and bit and yelled “fire” hoping anyone could hear and come and help, but the music was too loud and you were at least ninety percent sure the walls were soundproof. You could not see anything besides the darkness of the velvet inside of the - you guessed - bag over your head. Your heels dug into the ground as the minions Ashton probably hired from the slums tried to drag you away.

“Get the fuck away from me!”

“Motherfuck-!” One of them yelled after you sunk your teeth deep into his hand. You smiled at the faintest taste of blood that lingered on your tongue. If you were going down, at least they’d know you fought back.

Ashton rolled his eyes with a sigh “You know,” He said “You used to be fun”

“Fun?!” You yelled turning your head toward where you thought he was, still dragging your feet as two pairs of arms dragged you “I would show you fun, you sick son of a-”

“Ah-ah better be careful with your next words, angel” Ashton tutted. You felt his breath next to your ear, goosebumps jumping up on your skin as he leaned down and whispered “We both know you like it”

At that point, you were hoping you had a bag over your head so that he would miss the way your cheeks flamed up at his proximity. But if you had to guess, he probably wore a devilish smirk right now, and oh, how you wanted the satisfaction to erase it completely.

“GODFUCK-” You smiled as you heard Ashton’s groan in pain after you kneeled him near his crotch.

“Oops”

Soon, your wrists were grabbed by one of his hands, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his heartbeat next to yours as he took off the covering of your face.

Hazel, angry eyes were staring right at yours, you didn’t dare look away. You couldn’t. His gaze scanned your face, lingering a second too long on your lips before his stare found yours again, looking back with something hidden in them, something that made your breath get caught up in your lungs the second you noticed the soft caressing of his thumb against the skin of your wrist. It was a challenge, it had to be. You knew Ashton’s tricks too well to fall for them so easily. But having him so close made you realize exactly why it seemed so thoughtless to give it all away.

“Why do you have to be so difficult?” He asked, words like velvet coming out of his mouth.

“I don’t know,” You answered, staring back at him with anger “Why do you have to be such an asshole?”

Ashton chuckled, “Ouch, and I thought we were getting along”

Suddenly, you felt someone yank you from his grasp and carry you over their shoulders to the exit. You kicked and screamed, but all was fruitless as you were thrown inside a car where they tied up your wrists and ankles, and covered your face with another blindfold.

“Believe me, angel. I had no intentions of tying you up this soon” Ashton’s voice came floating as you felt the seat next to you dip under his weight. You scoffed in annoyance.

“Bite me, Irwin”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, love” He said “And try and keep quiet, alright? Don’t make me gag you… Unless you want to”

The car started moving, and just like that, you were completely at his mercy.

*

During the whole car ride, you were completely silent and still. You didn’t even give him the satisfaction of breathing hard, and you knew you were driving him crazy. Well, if the consistent sound of tapping his fingers on his knee told you anything, that is. You had to repress a smile at that.

Ashton liked the chase and fight. You noticed it the second you saw that glint in his eyes. One does not get the name Lucifer by playing fair and liking it.

“Turn over here,” He told the driver “Take the next exit and then straight home”

You rolled your eyes. Of course, he didn’t want you to know where he lived or how to get there, it was all part of the protocol your father used with all of his associates as well. How many times have the driver picked you up from school and a random man was sitting at the back with a bag over his head and his hands bound with tape if anything?

But you’ve already sold your life to the devil. You promised everything he requested to save Luke from whatever hellhole he was caught up with. You trusted him despite yourself because no one else would’ve helped you due to the nature of your last name. Ashton knew this. He knew that you weren’t going to betray him, you couldn’t even if you wanted to while your brother was nowhere to be found. So what was all this circus? Was it just to humiliate you further?

“Someone’s awfully quiet over there” He taunted. You said nothing “Aww, cat’s got your tongue, angel?”

You kicked what you hoped was his seat and heard him laugh quietly. Your cheeks burn red as you bite your tongue from ever answering him. There will be nothing left to say until he starts helping you with the search.

Sometime later, the car came to a halt. You heard how Ashton’s men got out of the vehicle, feeling how it got lighter once they did. You were still sitting in place, not moving unless moved to become more of an inconvenience for anyone because they knew that if they tried to touch you, some of the bruises you left on them might become worse.

That’s until you felt a familiar grasp on your arm.

You tried to hit him once again, but Ashton was pulling you from a distance of a few steps ahead of you. He took you up some stairs and you heard a big door closing behind you. Suddenly, the light came through.

“Now, listen,” Ashton said as your eyes adjusted to the light and the new environment “I don’t want any funny business here, you got it?”

Your head was reeling too hard to even speak. Your eyes started to look around, familiarizing yourself with this new threat. The two of you were standing in a grand entrance lobby, the main staircase not too far behind in the room. There were guards on each door, some even waiting with firearms in their hands, ready to draw. The marble floors decorated the room with elegance, nothing you wouldn’t expect from someone in this line of business.

But what really impressed you was the size of this mansion. Of course, you had your fair share of them, coming from a big, important family, it was nothing new. But knowing that Ashton lived there alone… it sure felt lonely.

Yet, you barely had time to ponder on that as Ashton grabbed you by the arm again and dragged you up the stairs.

“You are never to leave this room, understood?”

“What?”

He opened up a door, practically throwing you inside and making you lose your footage.

“This door stays unlocked for me at all times” He sternly ordered “Don’t get in my way, don’t bother me, and don’t come looking for me. If you do, somebody better be dead or I’ll make sure they will be”

Ashton slammed the door after that, leaving you completely alone.

Immediately, you ran to the door, but when you opened it you found two guards standing with their broad backs facing you, both of them with guns.

You groaned and slammed the door shut. Falling to your knees as you desperately and angrily wiped away the tears that could not stop falling. You cursed Ashton’s name over and over again, hitting the ground until your knuckles were scraped and started to bleed a little bit. By then, almost all of your anger was contained and you were left feeling numb once again.

You stood up and cradled your hands with each other, looking around the green sage-painted room. The door of the bathroom was opened, so you went in to clean up the dirt and blood from your hands and fingertips. You noticed it had a bathtub; and towels; and the cabinet was filled with ibuprofen, bandages, and a first aid kit.

You looked back into the room and also noticed how the sheets were new, and the blankets over them were placed perfectly aligned with the pillows. You rummaged through the closet and found different outfits mostly consisting of sweatpants, hoodies, workout clothes, and a set of pajamas. The realization that Ashton got someone to get the room ready for you while you were driving to his house caught you by surprise.

Still, a cage was still a cage no matter how fancy it seemed.

The next thing you did was try to get to the windows, but as you suspected they were nailed shut and made with bulletproof glass.

“Smart,” You thought “You win this round, Irwin”

Suddenly, the antics of the day caught up with you as you let yourself fall into the sheets and the bed. You didn’t know how or when, but when you woke up, you were tucked underneath the blankets.

*

The next morning Ashton woke up with a major headache. His mouth was dry and his hair was sticking out in various directions. He got out of bed with a groan and with the everyday motivation coming from the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen.

But his thoughts are quickly scrambled by loud knocks at the door.

“Fuck… What?!” He shouted, rubbing his eyes, still trying to wake up.

“Sir?” One of his bodyguards talked through the other side of the door “I- uh. I’m afraid something’s happened… eh, with the guest. She- she’s not in her room, sir”

“WHAT?!

Immediately, Ashton was out of bed and putting on his sweatpants, grabbing the gun that slept next to him on his bedside table. He opened the door and put the front sight up against the guard’s neck and under his chin, making the man gulp when he saw the anger in his boss’ eyes.

“Say that again” He demanded.

“Th-the- the maid went to give her br-br-breakfast but the girl was not-”

Ashton rolled his eyes and murmured a “Fucking idiot,” before he went up to check up on the room across the hall.

Empty.

“Shit,” He cursed, punching the door frame and turning toward his crew “I want eyes on every fucking room in this house. The pool. The garden. The fucking sheds! Not a single rock left untouched! That’s Y/N Hemmings we’re talking about!”

“And if we find her?”

“When you find her you bring her to me. I’ll deal with her”

The men scurried quickly, leaving Ashton shirtless and alone in the hall. He cursed out loud and headed toward his office to check the cameras. Surely, if his idiot guards could not handle you, you still mustn't've gone too far-

Ashton backtracked a little bit, turning toward the door of the office and opening it completely. You almost laughed at his face when he saw you sitting there in front of his computer. But you quickly decided to ignore it and just go back to work. He has you trapped, but that does not mean you owe him any interactions.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked.

You noticed how his chest was rising and falling with anger he tried to keep at bay. The scars that adorned his skin seemed to come alive at that. His eyes were trained on you, waiting for an explanation.

“Starting the investigation” You shrugged.

“How did you-?”

“Please, I still remember your mum’s birthday. You’re the type of man who would use that as his password. I didn’t need to try that hard”

Ashton saw red at your comment. He slammed the gun to the desk and grabbed you by the arm, surely leaving bruises as he dragged you out.

You started to fight, punching him wherever you could. But he suddenly stopped and grabbed your other wrist with his hand, twisting it a little bit, just enough to make you complain and to stop your attempts to hurt him.

In his eyes, you could see the reason why people say he’s the angel of death. There was nothing but anger and hatred as he looked at you. It scared you for a moment, but it wasn’t going to make you run away.

“You said you would help me” You spat at him.

“I never said I would make it my priority”

“You motherfuck-” You cursed him out, trying to escape his grasp but it was useless. Yesterday he might’ve been playing a little bit, but now he was showing you his real strength.

Ashton shoved you back into your room, not even looking as he said “Change of plans, since you want to be a brat, you’ll be treated as one”

Then, he slammed the door and you heard the lock being put on.

You ran up to it, banging on it and fiddling with the knob to no avail. You cursed out his name and yelled at him, demanding to be let out.

“WE HAD A DEAL!” You’d shout until your voice gave out, but it all fell on deaf ears.

What have you gotten into?

*

Hours later, while you’re trying your best to pick the lock of the windows, the door opens.

“That’s not going to work, you know?” A kind voice said, “Believe me, I’ve tried”

You turned around to find the blond girl from the bar. She was smiling at you, leaning against the door frame. But the way she smiled… It seemed too familiar. Then, it hit you.

“Lauren,” You breathed her name, she laughed.

“About time you remember me!” Lauren said, walking into the room and sitting over the bed, patting the spot next to her “I almost thought you forgot about me”

“It’s not that,” You said, complying and sitting beside her “It’s just- wow, you were so little the last time we saw each other. And now…”

“I know, right? The glow-up did me good” She joked “And so it did to you. When you gave me your name yesterday, I must admit it took me a while. But when I noticed how my brother started to act…”

You rolled your eyes at her comment about Ashton “So being her prisoner is special treatment?”

“Having him agree to help you is special treatment. You know how he is”

But that was the thing, you didn’t. You’ve known of him, of his reputation, of his deeds. But Ashton Irwin was a complete stranger to you. Whoever that person at the end of the hall was, he was far away from the boy you used to know.

“Are you-?” You cleared your throat, not knowing how to ask the question.

“In the family business?” Lauren finished for you “No, I’m only working at the bar and as Ashton's assistant for a few months. Took a sabbatical from uni. Harry is also going there but he’s more applied to his studies” She laughed “Ashton never wanted us involved, even made us change our last name for a while so we don’t get connected to him or all of this.”

“I’m glad,” You smiled. “I would’ve done the same thing if I had younger siblings. My brother’s did try it with me, though. But, you know” You looked at her, and something flashed in her eyes “You look a lot like her”

“I know,” Lauren smiled at you, putting her hand over yours “And, I haven’t said it yet, but I truly am sorry about your brothers. It’s a shitty situation”

“Tell me about it,”

“But I know if anyone is going to find Luke, it’s Ashton” She assured you “And, don’t tell him this? But I did have a little girl crush on Luke way back when. So I really do hope you’ll find him”

You laughed at that, promising to keep quiet “Be honest with me, Lauren. Am I doing the right thing by trusting Ashton?”

She sighed “If I’m being honest, I would tell you that you already know never to trust anyone in this line of work. But as someone who knows Ash, and knows everything he’s been through and done… He’s a good guy, Y/N. Or at least better than the rest”

You nodded, understanding what she meant. Yet, your heart was still doubting. Still worried you made the wrong choice by coming to him.

“Oh, and before I forget,” Lauren said, getting up and handing you an old cellphone, “Ash told me to give you this”

“What for?”

“Communication, emergencies. You name it. It only has his number on it, but I snuck mine before he could notice” She gave you a wink “Talk to you later, okay?”

“Hey, Lauren?” You called for her before she left “Thank you. Thank you for everything”

The girl smiled and closed the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts and that old phone in your hands. So you decided to test it.

Me: Couldn’t you have found one phone from this generation?

Ashton: They can easily be tracked. You know that.

Ashton: So, sorry if you wanted games installed.

Me: Are you going to let me out so I can continue with the investigation?

Ashton: Are you going to be a good girl for me and do as I tell you to?

The redness of your cheeks went up to your ears. Groaning as you read that message.

Me: Fuck you, Irwin.

Ashton: Still with that attitude, angel? Too bad, I was going to ask you what you wanted for dinner. Guess the chef will skip that request, then.

Me: I will be caught dead before having dinner with you.

Ashton: Good. We can finally benefit each other, then.

You threw the phone against the wall, denting it a little bit with no damage done to the phone. This was going to be a long day.

*

It was 2 AM when the sound of the door banging against the wall woke you up.

“Get up,” Ashton’s voice rang through your head as you sat up “We’re leaving”

“What?”

He was standing in the middle of the room dressed in an all-black suit, his hair was pushed back, leaving just a wild stand of honey-colored curls to fall upon his forehead. To anyone else, it would seem he was headed to a party, but you knew that could not be the case. He scoffed, already annoyed.

“Are you deaf?” He asked, cocking his gun without even meeting your eyes “I said get up, we’re leaving. Now”

“I’m not going anywhere with you”

Finally, he looked up at you, refusing to accept the challenge that you presented to him.

“I don’t think you understand, angel-”

“Don’t call me-”

But before you could finish your sentence, he took two long strides to your bed and put the gun right up your forehead, fingertips on the trigger.

“When I say you jump, you ask how high. If I tell you to move, you move. This isn’t daddy’s little playground where you can make the rules, princess. I’m in charge here. You work for me. You belong to me. Understood?”

You said nothing, staring directly at him with all the hatred you felt for him at that moment. His hazel eyes mirrored yours, feeling nothing but disgust under his gaze. Yet, you knew he was serious.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, angel. But for you I’ll make an exception” He said gravely “Understood?”

“Yes,” You said through gritted teeth.

Ashton put away his gun, snapping his fingers. Never taking his eyes off you as a maid brought a change of clothes into the room. It was a long-sleeved, black cotton shirt; a pair of black cargo pants; a multipurpose belt; and a can of pepper spray.

“What’s this?” You asked, picking up the tiny can.

“You’re going to blend in with my security team”

“Then shouldn’t I be carrying a gun as well?”

Ashton laughed, “Nice try, angel”

“Irwin, I’m serious! How am I supposed to protect myself with just this?!”

“Then I guess we’ll figure it out,” He said, sparing one last look at you. “I expect you to be downstairs in five minutes”

“What if-”

“Try me. Just once and you’ll see what I’m capable of”

He left the room, leaving you alone huffing and rolling your eyes at the image of him that once was there. But, having no other option, you did as you told.

Downstairs, a couple more guards were standing with Ashton at the door. You noticed a black Range Rover ready to go just outside. One of the guards came toward you, a bag in his hand. You stopped him.

“Is that really necessary?” Ashton raised his brow, and you rolled your eyes “It’s the middle of the night, Irwin. It’s not like I would see much anyway”

The guard looked back at his boss, shrugging. Ashton looked back at you, eyes hard as steel. He didn’t say a word, just turned around and started walking to the car. For a moment, you smiled to yourself for that small victory.

You sat in the back in the middle of two guards, Ashton went up the passenger seat. You frowned. It was not normal for someone that important in this line of work to be in such plain sight. But then again, the glass and the whole car were bulletproof, and the windows were tinted black. And, to top it all off, everyone knew not to fuck up with Lucifer himself if they weren’t ready to face the consequences firsthand. After all, only a fool would try to kill death.

“One of the alarms went off at the club,” Ashton said before you could ask him “Someone tried to break into the offices, killing one of mine.”

That answers the way he was dressed, although you guessed that no matter the occasion, he would dress the part. Still, it didn’t seem like a big deal to wake all of you up in the middle of the night. You’ve walked the hidden halls of the club before, you knew they were well-guarded and with the right security system installed. Ashton surely had the right people to take care of all that. Unless…

“Lauren?” You asked, letting the worry slip in your words.

Ashton barely moved his head, you assumed that hearing the name of his sister come from you must’ve surprised him a bit.

“She’s fine,” He said, dryly “I don’t- She doesn’t work there unless I’m with her”

You nodded. Smart choice from him. Yet, that doesn’t explain why you had to come at this time. But when asked about it, Ashton just gave you the silent treatment until you got there.

Once you were parked, Ashton went out of the car almost immediately, leaving you and his men to follow him.

“Call Clifford,” He ordered to the group of men standing at the door “I don’t care if you have to drag him out of his bed, remind him of the favors he owes me” He turned to another guard “You. I want the list of names of the people that came in yesterday and tonight. I want a background check on their families as well. As for you…”

“Sir, everything was accounted for. Nothing was stolen. Our team is looking for hidden mics and cameras as we speak”

“I don’t fucking care if they took anything or not” He spat “I want to know, how the fuck did they manage to get in the first place?!”

“Sir-”

“No, you listen here” Ashton threatened, just inches away from that man’s face “I’m going in there, and you better pray to your pitiful god that we don’t find anything. If I do, if I even hear about someone who did, you bet your little sorry ass that there will be hell to pay. Starting with you. Don’t make me the villain just because you don’t know how to do your job. Don’t play with me because you will find me, and that will be the last thing you do”

You stood there, shivering. If that was because of the chilly wind or Ashton’s words, you didn’t know, nor were you particularly excited to find out either. Seeing him angry was nothing new to you by now, but it was entirely different seeing his anger aimed at someone else.

Ashton dismissed his men, turning back on his heel and walking up to you. The two men that were by your side rapidly scurried away, leaving you on your own with the devil.

“Anything you want to tell me, angel?” He asked, eyes set on yours.

“What?” You scoffed “You think I had anything to do with this?”

“All I know is that you randomly appeared at my door less than 36 hours ago with some sob, pathetic story, asking for help. And now people have tried to break in”

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy, insincere laugh. Yet, Ashton remained as serious as ever.

“You’re kidding,” You stated “I’ve broken all ties with my family. You know this. Why else would I ask for your help?”

“Because all Hemmings lie, angel,” Ashton said, taking a step closer to you “That’s all they do. And don’t think for a second I believe every word that comes out of your mouth just because you come here with sad eyes, demanding help. I’ve taken a risk by even considering helping you-”

“Then why did you? Why did you say you were going to do it?”

You asked out of genuine curiosity. If helping you was “such a huge risk” for Ashton, then why did he even accept it in the first place? Still, he gave you nothing with his silence.

His eyes were dark, familiar to the boy you once knew, but at the same time so far away from the memory you once held. It was impossible to get a read on him, to know what he was thinking at any given time. He was just standing there, merely a whisper away from you, yet so distant. He was a man with no conscience, no soul, and no mercy.

“I didn’t lie to you,” You told him after a while “I just want to find my brother”

Ashton contemplated you for a moment “And if I refuse to offer any help?”

“Then I will find someone who will” You lied, knowing that no one but him would be able to help you. But hoping Ashton would believe it enough not to question it “You tell me to go and I’ll leave, right? So I’ll be out of your hair if you’re so scared that I might do something”

Your intention was never to walk away, but you knew exactly what buttons to push to get a reaction out of him. And, sure enough, you didn’t walk even one step before his hand grabbed you by the wrist and turned your body around, chest colliding with his, face to face.

He held your wrist at the level of his eye, watching intently over you, trying to decide whether or not to believe you.

“You’re getting on my last nerve, angel,” He said, quietly but with a hint of a threat lacing his words.

Your eyes shifted due to his proximity, going from that hazel color of his eyes to the pinkness of his lips. You caught yourself at the last second, focusing on the chain that hung from his neck over his chest. But the smirk he gave you let you know that he caught you staring.

“Like anything you see, angel?”

You rolled your eyes “You’re impossible, Irwin”

“Maybe,” He said, a smile present in his voice as he lowered his head and whispered in your ear “But as you said, I’m your only hope”

“I didn’t-”

“SIR!” A man yelled behind you. Both turned toward him “We found something-!”

Suddenly, all you could hear was the sound of a gunshot followed by the thud the guard’s body made when it hit the floor.

Ashton turned around quickly, pushing you behind him as he tried to grab his gun from his pocket. It all happened so quickly, that you didn’t even notice the second shot being fired until Ashton groaned and grabbed the side of his arm.

You acted quickly, grabbing Ashton’s gun from his pocket as you started to fire it in the direction where you assumed the shooter was. You pulled Ashton from the back of his collar, awkwardly maneuvering him to safety while you kept shooting until you hit the back of a building. You pushed Ashton against the wall, watching briefly as he sunk to the ground while you tried to focus.

Most of your body was hidden behind that brick wall, but your periphery gave you enough balance to locate the threat. You watched a shadow run from the roof of the club to the alleyway beside it. The guns from both your parts kept shooting bullets in your direction, neither of them hitting the target.

The shadow then jumped on the hood of a car onto the passenger seat. The sound of the tires burning against the floor hurt your ears, and the headlights lit up as they sped away. And, just like that, they were gone.

Your ears kept ringing while you tried to stabilize your breathing. The beating of your heart was going ten thousand miles per hour as the reality of what just happened sunk in. But, what the hell happened?

“What happened?” You whispered to no one in particular “We were just-”

The dryness of your throat forced you to keep quiet. The truth was, you never experienced cross-fire before. You knew how to shoot a gun because your brothers taught you against your mother’s wishes. You knew the basic steps you needed to follow in case there was a shooting. Yet, this was the first time you shot someone - or against someone - and the fact that you couldn’t tell if the shaking of your hands came from fear or adrenaline disturbed you a little.

“Angel,”

You blinked, seemingly being pulled back to earth with his voice.

Ashton was sitting next to you, panting as his hand covered the side of his upper arm. He looked up at you, but the hatred you once saw in his eyes was now replaced by some sort of mischievous gleam. He was grinning at you.

“Well done,” Was all he said before a hiss escaped his lips.

“Oh my god, Ash” You kneeled by his side “I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s fine,” He said, trying to move “I’m fine, the bullet didn’t even - fuck. It didn’t even hit, barely grazed me-”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the buttons of his jacket and opening them to slide it off.

“Take a guy out for a drink first” He joked as you started to open up his shirt “Although, I can’t say that I mind-”

“For fuck’s sake, Ash. I’m trying to see where the bullet hit you!”

From your position, you couldn’t just shrug off his sleeve. So you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him from the wall, accidentally letting go too early and leaving his head to bounce off the wall by the effect.

“I told you, I’m fi-fiaaagh- The fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Sorry,” You cringed, trying to locate his wound “I can’t see it properly…”

Ashton then swiftly pulled you from your hips into his lap, sitting you properly before he raised his arm and bent it with his hand behind his head.

“Better?” He asked, breathing in deeply from the pain.

You stared at him, perplexed by his actions. But then you shook your head and located the wound, trying your hardest to ignore that you were sitting in Ashton Iriwin’s lap.

His other hand danced over the side of your knee, never touching it, but barely grazing it with his fingertips. His eyes were set on every move you made, never leaving your face. When you noticed it, he smiled at the slight blush that covered your cheeks.

“So,” You said, calmly “Are you going to give me a proper gun now, Irwin?”

“I’ll consider it”

“What? I basically saved your life!”

“You have a poor technique” He shrugged “I can give you some proper points later”

“Proper points?”

Ashton then grabbed his gun from beside you, took out the bullets, and pointed it at you.

“You see this?” He said, “This is how you grabbed the gun, one misfire and you’d be out a finger, angel. You’re lucky my guns are well-calibrated. But we’ll go over that later”

“Sure,” You said, giving him a small laugh in disbelief “Well, you’re lucky that bullet barely left a cut. We- You should go disinfect it before it catches anything”

“I’ll survive then,” Ashton said, lowering his arm and letting it rest on your bent ankle. caressing the skin.

“For now, Irwin”

“Ash,” He said.

“Huh?”

“Earlier you called me “Ash” It’s the first time that I’ve heard it”

“Well, I thought you were dying, so…”

You gave him a small smile that he returned, his fingers still touching your skin as his eyes never left yours.

“We should-” You stammered “We should head back, see if anyone else is injured?”

“So that you could call Peter, “Pete” if he got himself a boo-boo?” You groaned as you rolled your eyes and got off his lap, starting to walk toward the club “I was joking!”

*

Soon, you and Ashton and a couple of guys from his security team were scuttering the roof from where the shadow started to shoot. There was nothing there that could lead them to anything or anyone. It was completely deserted.

“And you’re sure you’ve watched someone run-”

“Yes!” You repeated for the thousandth time, giving them a walkthrough “I saw them appear over here, and then run toward the alleyway. They jumped and got into a car, someone was already waiting there”

Ashton hummed, “We’re going to review the footage, and see if we can trace the license plate or the type of car they were using. That would narrow the list”

“A lot of enemies, Iriwn?”

Ashton shook his head “I don’t think I have anything to do with this, angel”

“What do you mean?”

He walked over to you where the shadow allegedly started shooting. He turned you around and pointed to the two guards that were marking where the two of you had stood before the shooting.

“Tell me when you see it,” He whispered to you.

You scoffed. There was nothing left to see. The man who was supposed to be Ashton is with his back exposed to the shooter while the one representing you was barely in sight. They could’ve easily-

And then it hit you.

They could’ve easily shot Ashton in the back of his neck. But they didn’t.

Ashton was not their target.

You were.

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #suchalonelysunflower #ashton irwin #5 seconds of summer fanfiction #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #sinners and saints #don’t blame me for what you made me do #Ashton Irwin fanfic #ashton iriwn 5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer ashton #ashton 5sos #5sos fanfic #5 seconds of summer fic #ashton Irwin series

[edge-oftheworld]

no but sugar coated pain is such a good line why did it take me six years to actually hear it

#empty wallets #the analyses i could write on this line alone #'fluid ain't to blame' for the ??? culture of superficial????? #concept behind this song is truly unmatched. oh. ashton lent someone $50 and got mad about how they spent it? okay #i'll spend all my money wrong if it gets bangers like this written #5sos #5 seconds of summer #youngblood #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #luke hemmings #OH WAIT DON'T TELL ME THIS COUNTS AS A DISS SONG #if so it is very very very veiled. veiled even as a protest song #but a protest song it is. so is more and even talk fast idk #so much of youngblood critiques modern culture now i think abt it #also. repeated saga of my mishearing of lyrics i guess

[discalmnected]

Back again with another edition to the 5SOS in a bed saga

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #calum hood #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #one of these days I’m going to compile every photo of them in a bed into a single post #why do they have so many pictures together in a single bed??? #like most of them are professionally taken #so throughout multiple different years either they or their photographers #were like yeah let’s put four grown men into a single bed #also my favorite part of this one is how malum straight up look like a couple #like Michael looks so in love with calum #and I can’t blame him bc I am to #but Ashton also looks very confused too #and Luke’s just sitting by himself looking pretty #but also Michael is resting his head on Ashton’s legs #and I love it #love them

[wastelandcth]

this one is called - gemma it’s three am please go to sleep 

#actually it's almost four but #blame 5sos #5sos #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #idk which one i like more but here you go #these didn't take as long as the last ones but

[riya-kaur]

calum thomas hood

eight years.

↪ part one!

↪ part two.

"merry christmas eve!"

"mhm, come back to bed" you hear calum whine in his morning voice. you giggle at the sight of your boyfriend patting the empty mattress beside him.

it was now two days after the snowball incident, the one which led to calum finally confessing his feelings for you. well, since then, you and calum talked things through, about where you both stood with each other. the next day after that talk, calum took you out to a rooftop dinner and asked you on the balcony to be his girlfriend.

the both of you had waited so long for the moment, and your answer was obvious, but the fact he asked you - was something you appreciated.

the day after that, the four of you: you, calum, ashton, and mali, all went to target to get some christmas decorations for the cabin.

you and calum hadn't told mali and ashton yet of your guys' relationship, but they didn't ask either. the both of you were pretty sure that they already knew, though - due to the fact that calum was very into pda, and sometimes they would walk in on you two cuddling or just you two getting along.

and now it was the present day...

"cal, you need to get up, mali, and i made breakfast," you inform him as you stand beside the bed, hovering over him as your hand reaches for his hair. he turns to his side and looks up at you before retracting your hand from his hair and intertwining it with his.

"calum" your lips pout before you turn them into a frown. "fine" he huffs, "can i least get a kiss" his eyebrow arches as he looks up at me. you let your lips turn into a smile before placing them on his lips.

with the hand that was holding yours, you feel a light but effective tug, resulting in you falling on top of calum. "you're terrible." you shake your head before letting out a giggle.

"i've got you now," calum hums. he wraps his arms around you securely as he rests his face in your shoulder. you turn your head slightly to place a kiss to the the side of his head.

"ashton! you owe me fifty bucks!" the sound of mali's voice fills the room before rapid steps are heard running down the steps.

you'd turned your head to the bedroom door, which was now opened, you thought back to when you walked in before, remembering that you closed it behind you. "she knows, they know." your eyes widened as you turned back to calum.

"i'm surprised they didn't figure it out earlier" calum mumbles against your shoulder. "i've not been the most discrete" he admits. "but can you blame me? look at you" he says, pulling away from your shoulder, letting his eyes take you in.

"stop it!" you blush as you attempt to get out of his grasp. "no" he says, letting one of his hands reach up to your cheek. "you're beautiful, y/n" his fingers trace circles against your skin. "i'll never stop telling you that" he smiles before letting his lips rise to yours.

"thank you" you smile as against his lips, "for everything, calum" with that, you place another kiss on his jaw.

"so what was that bet about?" calum asks, walking into the kitchen. you follow behind him, looking over at ashton and mali, who were sitting at the table eating their stack of pancakes

"you two," ashton answers, "who won?" calum asked, already knowing the answer. he grabbed a plate of pancakes and sat beside his sister. you stood at the island as you were finishing up your food.

"me" mali spoke, "i knew something was going on between you two!" she exclaimed. calum chuckled before looking over at you. his fork had reached his lips as his eyes settled on you, "c'mere" he smiled at you.

you let out a small laugh as you pick up your plate and place it down on the table before taking the chair out from under the table. "i meant here, baby." he frowns as he opens up his arms.

"you guys are making me feel really single right now" mali sighed as she dropped her head to the table. "i don't care" calum shrugs, making you and ashton laugh.

mali raises her head from the table and sends a glare to her brother before looking over at you. you had tucked the chair back under the table and walked around the table to calum.

"i really have to show you that picture of him as a bratz doll" mali says, "he really pulled it off, didn't you cal?" she pointed her sarcasm over at calum, who just rolled his eyes.

you took a seat on calum's lap as he glared back at his sister. "is that really all you have against me" calum shrugs before he lets his arms settle around you. he drops his chin on your shoulder.

"so how are you this morning, ash?" you asked ashton as you pulled your plate towards you.

you and ashton began talking, leaving the two siblings to their squabbling and glaring

"are you guys coming!" ashton shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "we'll be five minutes!" you shout back.

at breakfast, ashton brought up seeing a poster of the winter wonderland fair that was being held tonight, so we all decided to attend.

"calum, will you do up my necklace?" you stood in front of the full-length mirror as your eyes locked with calum's through the glass.

he was in the middle of running a hand through his hair before he turned to look at you. he gave you a small nod before striding over to you, stopping when he reached a few inches behind you.

he let his hand scoop your hair over on one side of your shoulder before taking the small chain from your hands. he clasped it close, letting his fingers graze your nape.

you watched through the mirror as calum dipped his head, leaving small kisses on the side of your neck. his hand slightly tugging down the turtle neck you wore, leaving behind your exposed skin.

"cal-" your voice comes out breathy as you tilted your head to the side.

"will you two hurry up!" the sound of mali shouting from the bottom of the stairs left you both startled.

"we should probably go"

the four of you headed into an uber, ashton sitting in the passenger seat whilst you, calum and mali sat at the back.

mali was against you and calum sitting beside each other, so she sat in the middle. "you're so annoying," calum whispered, so the driver wouldn't hear.

you let out a small giggle as you see calum extending his hand out to you. before taking it, you see mali squatting his hand away. "i'm right here" she huffs.

"you're being really childish." calum shakes his head at his sister before letting it rest against the window.

"you need to stop being so touchy" mali argues back. "guys, let's not -" you shake your head with a smile to your lips.

"you're sitting in the middle on the way back"

"okay, what shall we do first?" ashton asks, the four of you huddled around together.

"i'm starving!" you exclaim with a pout on your lips. "let's get food, i wanna try that burger place" mali joins in. the four of you walk over to a burger hut. you and mali tell the boys your order before getting table.

"i'm so happy you two finally got together," mali smiles. "i know calum, and i pretend we don't get along, but i'm so happy to see him happy and finally be himself with you" she continues, "and now one of my best friends will eventually become my sister-in-law" she pouts as she pretends to wipe a tear off her cheek. you shake your head as you let out a laugh.

"thank you, though, that's means a lot, mali" you smile, "speaking of you and calum, have you told crystal, she'll be over the moon excited for you guys" mali giggles. "not yet, i was planning to call her tonight, but i have a feeling she already knows" you admit. "why" mali asks, her eyebrows furrowing.

"i spoke to michael a few days ago thinking it was crystal, and i just went on about -" you start, "well, calum" you shrug. "and i have no doubt that michael told crystal about it" you finish. "in that case-" mali chews on her inner cheek, "i'll admit she may already know- but i swear i didn't tell her" she says.

"have you seen calum's instagram recently?" she asks and you shake your head. "have a look" she urges.

so you do. you take your phone out of your bag and click onto instagram, tapping onto calum's account. you click on his recent post.

it was the picture mali took on our first morning at the cabin, me and calum tangled against the white sheets in bed. you felt deep red tint rise to your skin as you admired the picture.

"i didn't know my brother had it in him to be a romantic" mali says.

you giggle at the statement before reading calum's caption:

' we made it- it took eight years, but i finally have the girl of my dreams. it's you and me against the world, baby. i love you, always have and always will <3 '

you felt your eyes water at the caption, but quickly wiped them away when you raised your head back up at mali. "this is so cute" you point at your phone, "what's so cute?" you hear calum say.

you turn around in your seat, looking up at calum with a grin across your lips, "you" you tug on his sleeve, telling him to bend down. he does so, letting a kiss fall on your lips.

calum takes the seat next to you, his lips still on yours whilst his tongue runs across your bottom lip, "guys, food?" mali breaks the two of you up with the short sentence.

"oh yeah, i'm starving!" you squeal, calum let's out a chuckle before placing a kiss to the side of your head. he waits a few seconds before letting out a pretend yawn, his arms stretching out and then settling on the back of your chair.

"cliché"

"i'll hold your hand!"

you look over at calum, who sat on a bench with his arms crossed over his chest. "it's so embarrassing, i'll end up falling," he says. "i promise you won't, i'll be right be your side. look at ash. he was the same as you, and now he's doing great"

you stretch your hand out in front of calum, pointing over at the ice rink where mali and ashton were skating laps around the rink. "you'll be fine, calum" you bat your eyelashes whilst holding out your pinky finger. "i pinky promise baby"

"fine" calum huffs as he hooks his pinky finger on yours. "but you owe me since i'm literally going out there to embarrass myself" he sighs.

"thank you! thank you! thank you!" you squeal as you pull his arm, trying to pull him off the bench- it failed because he didn't move an inch. "get up" you shake his arm as you watch him smirk, amusement dripping off of him.

"you're so cute" he chuckled as he stood up from the bench. "mhm i know"

calum rolls his eyes playfully, you let out a scoff before hitting his chest, "come on," you say impatiently as you take his hand in yours, dragging him to the ice rink.

the two of you made your way to the counter and requested your skates. after a couple of minutes, you had received the skates, and you both took a seat on a bench to put them on and tied them up.

"stay there," you say calum as you rush over to the lockers, "not like i can move anyway, i'll end up falling" he states. you shake your head as you watch him lean back into the bench.

you pick up yours and calum's trainers from the ground and carefully make your way over to the lockers. after putting in the locker combination, you made your way back to calum.

"okay, you ready?" you ask calum, you let your hand push his legs apart, allowing you to stand imbetween them. he looks up at you, his bottom lip imbetween his lip. "what?" you coo as you raise your hand to cup his jaw. "why don't we just skip skating and do something else" he pleads, his hands find yours, tugging on them, making you take a seat on one of his thighs.

you adjust yourself on his thigh before letting your fingers trail his jaw. "you'll have fun" you pout, your fingers mindlessly trailing down his chest.

he catches your wondering hand with his, "kids" he says, darting his eyes to a group of children, who were staring at you both. "oh god" you say, embarrassed as you rush yourself off of calum.

calum lets out a laugh as he watches you turn flustered, a deep red tinting your cheeks. "come one then, before i change my mind" he takes your hand in his and wobbles over to the rink.

you walked onto the rink first, still holding onto calum's hand. he eventually made it onto the rink, earning glances of both adults and children as he struggled to balance himself.

"you're doing it!" mali exclaims, sneaking up from behind calum. calum jumps but holds onto you and the side of the rink. "god, mali. don't do that" he furrows his eyebrows at his sister. "you're doing great, cal." you smile as you watch him take small strides on the ice.

"ash, look!" mali exclaims, gaining ashton's attention. "well done, man, you're doing great" ashton beams as he strides over to the three of you.

"wanna try let go?" you ask calum, he nods in response, "stay close though, just in case" he shrugs, "i will, i'll be right beside you " letting go of calum's hand, you watch as he lets go of the side wall, taking small strides ahead.

he eventually starts taking longer strides around the rink, feeling much more confident from when he first stepped on the rink.

"how'd you find that?" you ask calum as you untie the skates off. "supringsly fun, thank you for making me do it" calum smiles.

the both of you were sat on the bench, now putting on your trainers and doing them up. calum leaned into your side, placing a kiss to your head once he had finished tying his shoelace up.

"where did mali and ahston go?" you ask calum, turning to your side. "on the rollercaosters" calum points out. "right." you bite your inner cheek, "what shall we do now?"

"i have an idea" calum pipes up. you hum in response. "the wheel?" he asks. your eyes shoot up at the illuminated wheel.

"it's a bit-" you begin to say, "high" you finish off by looking over at calum. "you helped me on the rink, now let me help you" he says. "cal, that's really high" you sigh, looking up at the wheel again, "i'll be right next to you, baby" he says, tucking a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

you turn to look at calum again. "i'll hold your hand" calum turns the corners of his lips down as he bats his eyelashes at you.

"i guess this is karma for making you go on the rink" you huff, standing up from the bench, "come one then" you say, reaching out for his hand. he takes your hand in his and practically runs over to the line for the wheel.

"you'll be okay, i promise," calum reassures you, "i know." you smile, hugging into calum's side. "i've got you" you mumble against him. "you do, baby, you always got me. you've had me for eight years" calum whispers against the top of your head, leaving behind a kiss.

it eventually came to yours and calum's turn to sit in a carriage. the man guarding the ride strapped you both in, whilst you kept your eyes on calum, "if i just look at you, it'll be fine, i just won't look down" you state, tightly clasping onto calum's hand.

calum places another kiss to the side of your head as the carriage moves forward, your feet now off the ground and instead dangling.

calum brings his hand to your cheek as the carriage starts getting higher, "you're okay," he whispers.

"wanna try look down?" he asks. you nod as you unconsciously grip calum's hand tighter. you draw your eyes beneath you, looking at the lights that were lighting up the night sky.

"i-it looks beautiful," you state. "mhm, it does," calum says, his eyes never leaving you.

once the wheel had come to a halt, you and calum jumped out, giggling. " that was so fun!" you squeal, you let your arm link with calums as the both of you walk towards a nearby fire.

there were little bonfires scattered around, under little huts, to help keep warm. so you and calum entered a hut and stood beside the fire, letting your hand hover over the fire. you leaned into calum's side whilst doing so.

"look up" calum smiles. you look up at the wooden ceiling, seeing a mistletoe hanging down.

you giggle as you shuffle around calum, now standing in front of him, on your tiptoes. you let your arms wrap around his neck whilst he let his arms wrap around your waist.

you pull him down for a kiss, calum quickly slipping his tongue in, imbetween your parted lips.

"merry christmas, baby."

this took longer than i'd hoped :/

but thank you to those of you who asked for a part 2 to eight years! 🫶🏽

i initially had wanted to do something completely different with this, but i ended up with this!

also, there might be a part 3 to this

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #calum hood #5sos fluff #5sos imagine #5sos fanfic #calum hood imagine #calum 5sos #calum hood imagines #calum hood fluff #calum imagine #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum hood x y/n #calum hood x reader #ashton irwin imagines #5sos imagines #luke 5sos #luke hemmings #michael 5sos #ashton 5sos

[bartxnhood]

why won’t you love me? a.f.i & c.t.h

calum hood x fem!reader, ashton irwin x fem! reader.

summary: after finding out calum had left you, ashton came to your rescue but he had his own secret

warnings: oh god there’s so much angst, strong language, angst, and did i mention angst? oh and no happy ending.

a/n: hi guys !! it’s been a while song i had an original work but this is all for my 5sos ppl <3. i hope you enjoy !! feedback is appreciated !!

disclaimer: this in no way shape or form represents calum hood as a person. this is strictly fiction and written for entertainment purposes. thank you.

requests open

not proofread

Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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you stared out the passenger window feeling like you had just lost everything in your body. the only thing you felt was numbness. no pain, no sadness, nothing. you had cried out all your tears, you were left numb

ashton looks over at you from the driver's seat, his heart aches knowing how hurt you are, and how he made you like this. it broke him. ashton was your best friend and he tried to do everything in his power to be there for you and protect you.

but he just couldn’t protect you from this. from him.

“stop blamin yourself.” you manage to get out, looking over your shoulder at him. he looks confused, you had been silent the whole car ride and he was sure how you know his thoughts without him verbally telling you.

“what?” he questioned.

“you’re blaming yourself for this” you stated, followed by a drawn-out sigh and looking back towards the window. “you always do it when something happens. you couldn’t have known he’d do this.” you hear him sigh, but it was a long drawn one. “i should’ve thought. i was there, i was on tour. i could’ve stopped him. i just..” you hear the frustration in his voice and it makes you feel so small.

“ash..” you trail off but he interjects, “no, y/n!” he punches the steering wheel, “i had all the opportunity to stop him if i had just known he..that he’d do that to you i wouldn’t have let him do it.” his voice breaks, a lump getting caught in his throat.

“stop it, ashton.” you sit up in the passenger seat, now facing him. “i..” you breathe, feeling that lump in your own throat now. “it isn’t your fault, you couldn’t have known.” you drop your head into your hands. tears want to fall but you had cried out everything in your body. “he’s… he's always been this way. i should’ve known better than to trust him being gone for most of the year.”

you watched as his knuckles turned white, gripping the steering wheel. ashton shook his head, “no..it just isn’t fair to you.” he was beyond mad, he was furious. he’s pissed that his best friend, or who he thought was, would do something like that to someone as precious as you were. “i know, ash. but there’s nothing we can do now. it’s done.”

calum loved you. at least, he thought he did. he bought you a ring, thinking it was the right call. he loves your laugh in the middle of the night when he made a stupid joke, he loves how much you admired his work and supported him.

he loved how you looked when you went out to a party. how you’d dress up for him. but deep down he wasn’t in love with you. deep down he knew his heart belonged to someone else.

his distance began to become noticeable after a couple of months. it seemed he had already checked himself out of the relationship a while ago. you were left self-conscious wondering why he didn’t love you anymore, or why he abandoned you, mentally.

you knew something was going on with him, but you never thought it would be something that would ruin your relationship or what the two of you had planned.

you weren’t expecting the call from your best friend, brandy, to call you one morning saying she was sorry you had to find out like this.

you looked at the link she sent you which had detailed photos of your fiancé and another woman, spotted many times.

in that moment, everything fell into place. his absence, how he suddenly didn’t treat you like his partner anymore. it was because he was seeing someone behind your back, actively.

“cal?” you speak up, walking outside to the patio where he sat smoking a cigarette.

“hm?” he hums, looking up from his phone eyebrows slightly raised.

“what’s this?” you question as you shove your phone into his face.

he takes a moment to examine the pictures and you see the look of realization and relief wash over his face. “well?” you interrogated.

“who told you?”

you blink, laughing dryly. “brandy just called me”

“oh.” he answers, then falling silent and goes back to his phone.

“‘oh’? is that really all you have to say?” you ask, turning your phone off and stuffing it into your pocket.

“what do you want me to say?” he asks, not bothering to look at you.

“that’s it i’m leaving.” you say, walking back inside from the patio

he’s silent, staring at his cigarette. “where are you going?”

“anywhere but here. i’ll call ashton.”

he scoffs, taking a long drag of the cigarette and blowing the smoke from his lips. “it’s always ashton” he says under his breath.

you soon around and stare blankly at him, “what?” unable to even come up with the right words.

calum looks at you with cold eyes, “it’s always ashton. you’re always by his side or he’s always by yours.” he dunks the cigarette in the ashtray putting it out. “pretty sure you were screwing him behind my back”

you dryly laugh, “i gave you my life calum hood, and you ruined it. i trusted you with everything in me because that’s what a good fiancée does. she trusts her partner to not cheat on her while he’s on tour!”

he laughs dryly running his hand over his head. “just tell me, cal” you’re mindlessly throwing stuff into your suitcase. “tell me why is it so hard for you to love me back? why won’t you love me? i’ve given you everything.”

“i never asked you to give me everything.” he’s looking away from you, sighing heavily. “it’s not that i don’t love you. i can’t love you”

you stare at him blankly, mascara staining your cheeks. you felt like your heart had been ripped out, looking at the man you thought you had loved. the man you wanted to give everything to. “what?” you blink, and he finally looks up at you. “i can’t love you, because i love her. she’s the one i want to be with. it’s always been her, y/n….” he pauses,“i tried loving you. but you just aren’t her.”

you cover your mouth, in shock. unable to comprehend his words which struck you like a knife. “i can’t believe you..” you muttered through your tears as your turned around and began your way upstairs to the bedroom.

you can feel him following you a few steps behind, his eyes linger on your figure as you mindlessly threw clothes into your duffle bag. just enough to do you for a couple nights until you can get the rest of your stuff. “they warned me about you..and i should’ve listened” you say, not bothering to look at him.

“who?” he asks coldly. you turn around, meeting his dark eyes staring into your soul. “everyone. luke…ashton…your sister…mike..everyone.” you say, closing the duffel bag. “just don’t even worry about it now. we’re done.”

you grab the bag and begin walking past him. but, you pause looking down at your hand where the ring lays. you turn around and throw it at him. “i never want to see you again.”

he watched as you proceeded down the stairs where you exited the house. finding ashton waiting in the driveway.

ashton watched as you sat on the sofa, brows furrowed while staring at your empty ring finger. “it’s late” he says, coming up behind you. you just shrug, “can’t sleep” you hear him sigh and he walks around the sofa to take a seat next to you. you see him peer around, brushing your hair from your face. “talk to me..” he whispers.

you finally look up at him showing the makeup staining your face. “i don’t know what to say..” you croak.

he nods, “i have the guest bedroom ready for you, the bathroom is set with towels and-“ he starts but you cut him off, the pain in your chest is too great. the excruciating pain you felt every time your heart pumped made you want to throw something, you felt like your whole world was crumbling.

“i can’t be alone” you shake your head looking at him, “i..i can’t. i’m gonna go crazy..” he nods, hushing your cries. “shh, it’s okay..shh..” he pulls you in and holds you close to him. “just breathe.”

he holds you for as long as you need, his heart aches at each broken sob you let out. he holds you as tight as he can he can’t stand to see you like this.

ashton loves you. it is so easy for him to love you that it frightens him. he’s never been good at anything. but hes never wanted anything so much as he wants to hold you every waking minute. he’s at home when you’re around, he feels himself falling more and more in love with you.

ashton knows it’s wrong, he knows he shouldn’t feel this way when you’re in so much pain. he knows it’s selfish to think of himself as a savior. but he knows he isn’t.

you’re suffering and all he can think about is how much he loves you.

“cmon, we need to get you ready for bed..” he says into your hair, quietly. you nod and let him help you off the chair into the master bathroom. he sits you on the toilet as he gets you some extra clothes and towels. you sit there emotionless and when ashton returns he looks down at you, reaching for a rag, baby wipe, or something to take your makeup off with.

he succeeds, finding some makeup removers and then bends down to your level. “can i?” he asks and you nod. he nods back, opens the package takes out a wipe, and begins cleaning off your day-old makeup. you say nothing and he says nothing. just carefully removing the makeup with his gentle touch. he thought that even though you are exhausted, in pain, and very miserable you still look so beautiful.

“i’ll run the water now, i’ll leave you to get cleaned up,” he says as he stands up throwing away the used makeup remover towelette. you nod, watching as he turns the water on and connects the shower head. “if you need anything, i’ll be right outside.” he smiles, closing the door behind him.

you didn’t know how long you were sitting there, you don’t even remember undressing and stepping into the shower.

you were probably in there for close to an hour, just standing there but ashton waited for you. he occupied himself with his phone but it didn’t do much considering he was so worried for you.

when he heard the door unlock and open, his eyes shot up from the phone screen and landed on you.

you had looked so defeated, your hair was still damp and dripping on some of the clothes he had given you.

“feel better?”

you shrug, walking over and plopping down next to him on the bed. “i don’t know..” you answer just above a whisper. he nods, sighing as he stands up from the bed. “well, i’ll let you be. i’ll be across the hall-“

you cut him off, “no” you look up at him. “please, just stay. like old times.” he looks hesitant but ashton walks back over to the bed and crawls back on the bed. “of course” he says softly.

“i’d never leave you”

you continued to stay with ashton for the next few months, even though you were searching for an apartment he still insisted on having you stay. one, because he loved your company and he had just gotten so used to you being around.

he watched you heal, he helped you heal and honestly, you just weren’t ready to be alone just yet. so, he let you stay for as long as you wanted.

life had slowly begun to improve, ashton kept you afloat and made sure you were safe. he didn’t let you go one day without making sure you were doing something to occupy your mind, so you don’t slip into your mind.

often times you were sat next to ashton in the studio as you occasionally help him write songs the guys had started. you didn’t have the talents like the other four, but ashton would ask your opinion and even using some of your ideas.

you sat bored on your phone, eventually dropping it to your lap as you stare at ashton’s back as he was humming melodies to himself. you stare at all of the papers sprawled out on the table and floor, your brows furrowed reading some scribbles that were supposed to be lyrics. your eyes land on a piece of paper with the lyrics, We're together, all alone tonight So helpless from the other side So why won't you love me?

you feel tightness in your chest, your eyes gloss over with tears. all the memories of you and calum flood back and you. you drop the paper and ashton hears your sniffles and he looks up.

he’s met with your swollen and puffy eyes, “y/n?” you look up at him, and break down. broken sobs filled the studio as he rushes to your side “what is it?” he asks wrapping his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest. “why won’t he love me?” you say, followed by a loud sob stuck in your throat. “why couldn’t he love me?”

you continue to ramble incoherent sobs and ashton tries his best to soothe you. but, he knows he can’t fix everything.

you deserve so much better, even if ashton isn’t what you need. he will always love you. as he’s rubbing your back, hearing your broken sobs he feels heartbroken and helpless.

“i love you..” he says quietly into your hair.

“i love you too, ash” you say, sniffling.

ashton falls silent for a moment before sighing. “no, y/n. listen to me” he pulls you away from his chest, his hands on either side of your face as his thumbs while away your tears. “i love you” he’s looking into your eyes now, and you don’t know how to take what he’s telling you.

“i’m not asking you to love me more than just your friend, but you need to know that i do love you. you’ve been the only constant in my life, y/n. you deserve the best, even if it isn’t me. i’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to, but you need to know.”

ashton knew it was wrong of him to drop the ball on your so suddenly, after calling it off with calum just a few months ago. ashton was sure you probably would hate him after this but he needed to get it off his chest or else he might explode.

“ash..” you sigh, your eyes close and had only hoped that this was some kind of joke, because if he had told you before getting serious with calum, you feel even more crushed hearing the confession spill from your best friends lips.

“im sorry. i really am, and i know you don’t want another relationship but i will always wait for you..” ashton follows, still looking into your eyes.

you fall silent for a moment, admiring his hazel eyes while your heart continues to ache with each beat.

“y/n?” you don’t answer, you just sigh as you shake your head. “just.. just hold me ashton. please.”

ashton pulls you in, letting your head rest against his shoulder and his finger draws circles on your back. you close your eyes, your mind is racing and you just want to turn it off.

“im sorry, y/n..” ashton’s says quietly.

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[grxcisxhy-wp]

c.h. | you don't go to parties

back to my masterlist

pairing ; calum hood x reader

requested ; no

summary ; we've all heard the song i think you get it

warnings ! secret relationship, mention of alcohol and drug consumption, no happy ending

word count ; 937

a/n ; been awhile! sorry about that but i've had this concept in my head for a bit. i'm sure someone else has already done this, but i'm a sucker for angst so i figured i'd write some. enjoy!

Five years. That's a long time to being loving someone. A time where you give your all to that person. A time where you plan a future. A time where you share dreams and goals, even create some together. And all the time together only makes it hurt more when it's over.

Calum is a private guy, much more reserved than the other boys in the band. That's how he managed to keep your relationship under lock and key for so long. Cozy days in with him and Duke were the go to. The only time you two would be seen together was at parties when it was easy to blame the fact of Calum being with a girl on all the alcohol and/or drugs consumed that night.

It was easier when Calum was gone on tour or writing trips. Easier to forget all the pain the hiding brought you. You had wanted to tell the world, but Calum made it clear that wasn't his intention any time soon. He told you it was to protect you from all the negative attention that would inevitably come your way. You weren't sure you believed that anymore.

And so you brought it up one night.

"Cal," you whispered softly. So softly that if the two of you were doing anything but sitting on his couch in silence he wouldn't have heard it.

He responded with your name and when you stayed silent for a little too long he got worried, asking, "What's wrong, love?"

"I'm tired of quiet nights at home and parties," you admitted with a sigh. "I'm tired of no one knowing we're together."

"I told you, I'm trying to protect you," he reminded you. "Besides the people who matter know. Isn't that enough?"

"I don't know anymore." You pushed yourself away from him, turning to look into his eyes. "I just know I feel terrible hiding this. Us. So terrible that I can't sleep some nights."

"Why are you bringing this up now?" Calum asked. "I thought things were good. That you were happy with it being just us."

"I am happy," you reaffirmed. "I'm just... I could be happier."

"Can't we just talk about this later? Let's not ruin a good night."

"Sure."

But the pit in your stomach didn't go away as Calum pulled you into his chest again. And that was only the beginning of all the arguments. The beginning of the end.

"I'm tired, Calum," you shouted over the bed at him. The exhaustion was clear on your face. "Can we just go to bed and talk about this in the morning?"

"No. I want to talk now."

"That's a first," you mumbled.

"What was that?" Calum said, glaring at you accusingly.

"Nothing, just that you're the one usually putting this conversation off, and I'm the one continuously begging you to have it. What changed?"

"You! You changed!" Calum shouted. "You're giving up."

"Well, I've accepted the fact that I'm clearly not winning this argument," you admitted. "You don't want to be seen with me and that's fine. But you couldn't have expected I'd be quiet about it forever."

"Not forever," Calum said. "Just until I'm ready."

"And when will that be?"

The silence gave you your answer.

"I'm sick and tired, Calum," you repeated. "I can't deal with this. I won't be a secret anymore."

"What are you saying?" Calum asked, though he was sure he already knew.

"I'm saying I'm done," you said firmly, looking him straight in the eye. "I don't even want to stay one more night here. It makes me feel filthy being your secret. Like you could never want to be seen with me."

Calum says your name, enough love in the way he says it that it only hurts more than helps. "That's not true and you know it."

"No, I don't. Because it hasn't felt that way in a long time." You begin to collect your things, staying true to your word about leaving tonight. "I'll be back for the rest of my things later this week."

The way he says your name now is pleading. "Don't go. We can talk-"

"I'm tired of talking," you say, your tone truly exhausted. "Just let me go. Make this easy for once."

And he let you.

The next time Calum saw you was months later. Or at least he thought it was you.

He had been going to parties and getting all kinds of fucked up ever since you left. He had hoped you guys could talk when you got the rest of your things from his house, but you had sent a friend instead. One who had clearly been in the loop and did nothing but glare at him the whole time.

Since then he was drinking all day and all night at any houseparty he could find, drinking again the next day as some sort of hangover cure. It worked for awhile. Let him forget.

Until he thought he saw a glimpse of your face at a party he was hosting. He had been well past drunk and someone had given him some pill he couldn't remember the name of but he swore it had been you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile.

He stumbled off the couch after you, but you had been lost in the sea of people already. For the remainder of the party he went around trying to find you, asking people if they'd seen you, telling them all that had gone down between you including the good, the bad, and the ugly.

He never found you.

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore.

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[afatallovesong]

Unbearable

A Calum Hood one shot.

18+, Smut, NSFW

Word Count: 7660

The two of you were caught in the rain on the way back from the woods, just around the back of the trailer park you’d been staying in the past week. You weren’t even mad about it; it was actually refreshing after two straight weeks of weather hotter than hell. You’d been waiting on it, a downpour nothing less than gorgeous. You just hadn’t expected it right then, right now. One minute you were making your way to a stream to dip your feet and mess around, cooling yourself down, the next a hand was wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away. “You afraid of a little rain?” You couldn’t help but laugh through violent puffs of air, admittedly not being the fittest. Despite the struggle it was romantic running with him as the rain fell. Till he spoke again, that is. “I’ve got an ounce of marijuana in my back pocket sweetheart; I’m not taking any chances.” You’d have rolled your eyes if it weren’t so terribly predictable of him.

“You didn’t think to bag it?” He loosened his grip on your arm as if he could better defend himself if he did. “I thought we were gonna smoke out here, you bring me to the woods in the late afternoon, all kinds of things floating around in this tiny brain.” He gestures with his pointer finger to his own temple. You start to pout, your pace slowing as the rain does. “You’re too cute when you pout.” You knew that. “It was very refreshing.” He admitted, to make you feel better. “You looked real pretty splashing around.” You tried to hide a smile as he described you. “But then you bent over, and you can’t blame a guy for thinking.” He threw his head back dramatically taking a deep breath as he relived the memory. “Nice panties by the way.” Your hand swatted him. “You told me you couldn’t see them through these shorts!” You went to get him again, but he ducked out of the way just in time, you were shocked he hadn’t tripped on the tree trunk beside him. “I lied.” A half grin half smirk sat upon his face.

“You’re a nuisance, you know that?” He smiled down at you triumphantly. His hair damp, curls sticking to his face, it hadn’t bothered him in the slightest, he just let it frame him. His t-shirt was wet against his skin, the only remotely white shirt he’d owned. You could see his tattoos just poking through the thin and nearly translucent material. Your top must have been just as bad, if not worse, a thin, green tank top to accompany your white shorts. Just a subtle glance down and you already spotted your nipples poking through, you bit your lip as if you could control them, or even his gaze which now fell towards them just as your own had. Two minutes in the cool air and your body was giving you away. “You love that about me.” He stepped in close, arms slipping around your waist. Eyes focusing in on your chest. “For me?” He teased.

Your skin was prickled with goosebumps, whether from the air or his fingers, you weren’t entirely sure. You laced your own fingers together, around his neck as you stood on your tip toes to reach him. “Gonna kiss me?” You breathe, tilting your head back to capture his eyes as he too, tilted his face. “I was thinking about it.” His hands stroke over your hips. His eyes, so big, so round, just taking you in, you no doubt looked a state, knotty hair thrown over your shoulder, skin being kissed by rain drops falling from branches of the canopy up above. He thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen; your smile could make flowers bloom. He leaned down to capture your lips sweetly, perfectly.

It always felt like time had stood still when he kissed you like that. It was the smile he gave you beforehand, letting you know he couldn’t have been happier if he’d tried. It made your knees weak, made your heart throb. Something about his fingers delicately tracing the skin of your lower back also made your legs squeeze together, that was nothing new, no matter how sweet a moment between you could be, there was always the simple fact that your body would need him in every way and in every place that it could think of. You would always need him.

While he kissed you, the rain picked up again, cascading faster than it had the first time. Your head was buzzing, lips on fire, wanting nothing more than to sink further into his arms. Calum groaned into your lips as you tried to pull yourself away from him. “No, no, no, come back.” His lips chased after yours, his body too, hands slipping from around your waist with a struggle. “Need to keep dry remember?” You nod to his pocket, it was as if he’d forgotten, though he probably had, too drunk on your kiss. Sometimes it was like he was on another planet after you’d touched him.

“Shit.” A flash of lightning sent you surging forward into his chest. He was quick enough to catch sight of you falling, bringing you close, coating the tops of your arms with his hands, rubbing over them as reassuringly as he could manage. “Hey, you’re okay.” Even if he weren’t completely aware of why you were struck with the fear, his only instincts were that he needed to protect you in any way that he could. He placed a kiss to your temple to bring to you back to him, while your eyes still aimlessly looked around for the next flash. You had to count between each one to gather the distance, see how much time you had.

The floor felt as if it was vibrating beneath you. Your chest had started heaving more than it had when you were running even. “Let’s get you home.” He took your hand instead of your wrist this time and he walked with you instead of ran. Even though there was more urgency now that he’d spotted the storm, he didn’t want to push you. He knew to be tender, kind and patient with you.

You were scared, always had been, never liked storms, probably hated them more now than when you were a kid in fact. It was just one of those things you guessed. You knew it couldn’t hurt you, knew it wasn’t likely, but the sound, the overstimulation, the deafening roar, the feeling of the ground rumbling about to swallow you whole, you hated that. Sure, your other friends could listen to music, could focus on a book or film, you couldn’t do that, couldn’t fixate on anything but the thunder until it died down and it was a damn shame, Calum loved storms.

He made fun of you at first. Thought you were joking when you told him you still hid under the covers sometimes. Then he witnessed you through a storm, a short one, merely a few minutes. It was enough to make his heart swell and have him swear to protect you from the next one and anything else in this world that could make you tremble as easily as that. He never wanted to see you scared, not if he could do something to calm you. 

You were about 5 minutes out, the rain coming down heavy, almost pelting you like thousands of tiny bullets. The ground beneath your feet, once dry dirt, now pools of sludge. Your white trainers could never be considered white again. Your legs were also filthy, half the forest floor sticking to your calves. At the rate you’d been running, you weren’t even cool anymore, you felt like the heatwave was back in action, cooking you alive.

You were half relieved, half agitated when you spotted the trailer. The thought of being cooped up in a tiny space when you felt so unbearably warm, you wished you could last out here. There was also the fact that the thunder would be just as loud in there as it would be stood out here, the thinnest walls. You were apprehensive to say the least. “Shit, left all the windows open.” He let you go, dropping your hand softly before running ahead so fast you thought he might leave track marks in his wake. He ran straight into the bedroom to close the window.

You followed in after, far more calmy, depositing your shoes, admiring the damage before following suit. You go to close the windows at the other end of the trailer, noticing just how dark it had become in there. The lights were on, the curtains were open, but the sky was so grey, so gloomy, it engulfed the sun. Even with the concern, you shut each window you saw, pulling them tight and locking them, all except for the bathroom window, which was broken, had always been broken and probably would remain broken till the end of time since his stubbornness had say in the matter. Just because he bought the trailer for a vacation, didn’t mean he took care of it.

When you headed back into the kitchen the lights started flickering, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach again. You latched the windows closed, jumping when the lights went out entirely and bolt of lightning hit the forest you’d just been in. You were so startled you crashed your hip into the counter. A thundering of footsteps came for your direction, arms wrapping around you, he’d been listening out for you just in case, so worried about you he didn’t think he’d take a breath until he was back by your side. “Hey, power’s out, I saw the lightning, you okay?” He tried to hide his panic. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the trees, you even thought that you saw smoke. A few rapid blinks and you knew you were seeing things, but it had been close, far too close.

He played with your hair, pulling you closer into his chest. “I’ll close the rest of the windows, you wanna stay here?” His tone with you with was so quiet and precious, for a man so full of life it’s hard to believe he had a side like this, maybe before you came along he didn’t even realise himself that he had one. You shook your head silently, the thought of being away from him, not happening. “Wanna come with me?” You nodded, eyes still floating back towards the wood. He kissed your temple, breaking you away before heading back to the spare room with you closely behind him, closing the window with one hand, stroking his thumb over your own with his other. You found it hard to be scared when he tread so carefully, doing everything in his power to soothe you, even if it was hard for him.

When you’d first gotten together he didn’t really know how to be there for you, he’d never had a good example himself, no one looked out for him that way, he had to learn from you, for you even. He picked it up quite quickly, he'd liked the challenge, maybe even knew he’d never get another chance like this, with someone like you, someone so good, so pure, he’ll never know what you saw in him back then, could only be grateful that it lead him to who he was now, new, and improved, better for you and for himself. He loved you, he hoped you knew it too, hadn’t actually told you yet, was thinking about it, not quite found the moment yet but he would, he’d get there, especially when you looked at him all doe eyed and in awe of him. He fell to pieces when you did that.

Once the windows were all settled, you could hear the rain again. The thunder thankfully seemed like it was a couple of miles out now, less to worry about. It was just the power cutting out to keep you busy. “Maybe I should check the fuse, or the generator or something.” He offered as if you had anything to say on the matter, no expertise in the area at all and you highly suspected he was the same. “Go for it big boy.” You pat his cheek smiling. “Light some candles while I go?” You stroke your chin with you finger as if to ponder the idea. “Might do.” He pecked a kiss to your forehead before heading over to the door, slipping his boots back on. The rain was thrashing it down outside. “Here we fucking go.” He groaned before heading out.

You closed the door swiftly behind him to prevent the water flooding inside, leaving it on the latch for him. Luckily some candles were already dotted around the place, bought with the idea of freshening up the place, despite the wicks never having been lit. The thought had counted at least. You couldn’t help but think of him rushing to the store to figure out a way of making the trailer more accommodating for you, a bachelor pad no more. He’d look at every option, every candle, every spray, even considered using the air fresheners you hang in your car since it was the cheapest option available, but he decided on candles, on making an effort just for you and you smiled at the thought.

Once finding more of the candles, all notably vanilla scented (your favourite) you set them up around the living room, lighting a couple while you listened to your boyfriend yelling outside about something or other. You didn’t need to see him to imagine his tantrum, arms flailing, hair thrashing around. He probably kicked the generator 5 times before he even yelled about it. To your surprise, the lights did flicker back on momentarily before dampening out, unable to make their minds up. By the time you’d lit the last candle the lights remained on, lovely.

When he came back he was soaked to the bone, dripping like he’d stepped right out of the shower in his clothes. You ran to grab a towel from the bathroom while he stripped his shirt and tossed his boots again. You walked over, dabbing the droplets of water from his cheeks, smirking up at him. “Damn baby, who got you so wet?” He rolled his eyes, pulling you into him, dropping the towel to the floor. “You, all you.” He rubbed his soaking hair all over you, shaking it out like a dog, making you squeal in response to his attack. “Stop, Cal, stop it.” You try to push him away but despite his slim build he was far stronger than he looked.

“You feeling okay?” He checked in, eyes finding yours. You brushed some of his curls back out of his face. “You’re the one soaked through.” He leaned his face into your palm as you stroked his cheeks gently, he was such a lap dog, his eyes often reminded you of one, just a puppy not a boy. “Yeah but the storm and all.” You leant in, pressing your lips onto his softly, him instantly sinking into your touch, you got him every time. “Never better.” You kiss him again, pulling him in even closer, your body starting to heat up, like the candles lit around you.

Your hands traced over his happy trail, up his stomach, resting on his pecks. His muscles twitched under your gentle touches. His skin was cold, soaking wet but needy for you still. You decided you needed him too, needed to thank him for protecting you the way he did. He deserved a treat. Your hands sank down, now fidgeting with his belt buckle. He smiled into your lips, not even trying to hide his excitement, knowing exactly where it was going, or where it would have gone, if the thunder hadn’t returned with a vengeance. You nearly bit his lip when the flash and the instant crashing sound shook the trailer underneath you.

“Fuck sake.” You groaned. “Worst timing ever.” He found himself cursing the universe. “A few more minutes would have been nice.” He continued yelling, even holding out his arms as he spoke, attempting to make you laugh. “Come and sit down.” He nudged you forward, towards the sofa. He quickly grabbed a dry pair of clothes from his room before returning with a blanket in hand. He lay himself down on the sofa with you slotting just beside him, back pressed to his chest as held you close, humming in your ear to distract you the best he could.

You found yourself shaking, partially from the dampness of your clothing, but more from the freight. You had a feeling you wouldn’t be settling down for a while, not without help at least. “Can we smoke?” You sit yourself up, back facing him, he continued to rub soothing circles into your bare skin. “You sure? Do you think it will help?” He knew you could handle it, you smoked often enough but he didn’t want you feeling worse, more panicked even. He wouldn’t forgive himself if you had a bad trip. “I need it.” You sigh. “Okay, I’ll roll for us.” He sits himself up without much more convincing, placing a kiss to your shoulder before pulling himself off the sofa, back down the hall to his room where his stash was hidden.

He called from the bedroom. “Want a shirt to wear?” You didn’t need to respond before he continued. “Yeah I know, stupid question.” He just wanted to keep talking to you, wanted you to know he was there, that there wasn’t a second of the day where he didn’t think about you or need to hear your voice. He also wanted you to know that he loved spending time with you, especially when you were sober, he didn’t need weed to enjoy your company. He never thought he could find so much comfort in another person without additional help.

He came back into the room, nearly having to brace the kitchen island when he saw you’d stripped your vest off right there in his living room. He threw down whatever he’d been carrying, not giving a damn about his weed now that his two favourite things were out in the open. He cupped your breasts from behind, you barely even flinched at his embrace. “Right here where anyone could see you.” He huffed in your ear. “Is nothing sacred?” He hums softly beside your ear, hands squeezing your breasts, fingers rolling over your nipples that he’d been dying to pinch since they poked out in the woods.

“You wanted to fuck me in the woods a minute ago, open didn’t bother you then.” You retort. He gasps dramatically, letting a breath fall over your bare shoulder. “Would have kept your shirt on.” You roll your eyes, “just not a lot else.” He tugs on your earlobe softly, a heat flooding down from his teeth, over your body, his touches starting little fires, you were unsure you’d want to extinguish.

“Gonna give me that shirt?” You try to turn in his arms, it takes every ounce of energy he has not to strip you bare. “No, I quite like what you’re wearing, no need to hide from me.” He hooks his fingers into the belt loops of your shorts, tugging you into him. You found yourself gulping as he kept the contact, kept holding you. Your chest was just seconds away from brushing against his. “Think I’ve been a bad influence on you.” He rests his forehead on yours briefly before ducking down and kissing you like he’d wanted to do every second of every day since he met you and it never got any less exhilarating.

You just fit him, you matched his energy, or you tamed it when he couldn’t quite manage on his own. In your own way he’d say you’d saved him, saved him from himself mostly, from shutting people out, believing they couldn’t possibly care about him, that wouldn’t wanna stick around. You couldn’t do anything but stick around, you were like glue, glued to him no matter what. You would stay. That’s what you did, what you always did, you stuck it out and you stayed around. He had never known someone so fiercely loyal in all of his life until you stepped in out of nowhere turning his whole world upside down.

Something in him, something about this kiss, this moment, getting you through another storm, like getting your whole relationship through one, he had to tell you. It was now or never; this was the moment. He drew his lips from yours, he felt evil for watching your pouting lips chase his, your eyes still closed. “Come back.” Even with your chest as bare as anything, you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen in his life. “Promise me something.” He says. “What?” Your eyes open slightly amused but nothing else to tell. “Promise me something.” You poke him. “Heard you the first time dummy.” He was bottling it. You were even cuter with your eyes open, ogling him like he was something so magnificent, which you’d argue he was. “Fuck.” He was chickening out.

He stepped away for a minute, turning his back to you before facing you again just as swiftly. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest. “Can’t get your words out, chest too distracting for you?” You coo, enjoying how flustered he was, you had absolutely no idea at all what he was going through. “I’m being punished, I just know it.” He mutters, making you arch your brows with curiosity. God you were cute when you were confused.

He threw you his shirt, finally being able to take a steady breath once you were covered. But then he saw how it fit you, tight over the chest, over your hips, loose everywhere else, barely reaching your midthigh. How was that thought somehow more distracting than you being half naked? The thought of your curves being squeezed by his shirt, your breasts pushing against the material of his shirt, you wearing his shirt, his shirt touching you. “I think I love you.” He blurted out as inelegantly as possible.

His hand smacked over his eyes as if he couldn’t bear to see your reaction, always expecting the worst. He felt so undeserving. He could have planned this, made it special, made it something. You sat yourself down on the couch tucking your legs beneath you as if you were processing the new information. As you toyed with the bottom of his shirt, fingers tugging at the frayed edges, you speak in a steady tone. “Well, I know I love you.” You expect to feel the hot flush of embarrassment bracing your cheeks but to your surprise you don’t find it. You’re as calm as you’ve ever been. If only his heart could stop pounding enough for him hear that in your voice.

“Shit, you love me?” He’s at your side again, his favourite place on this earth. “You really love me?” He eyes are so uncertain, so desperate to find the answer in your own eyes. His hands cover yours, pulling them into his lap. Now your heart was rocketing, his damn eyes, they sucked you in like a chocolate whirlpool and you were ready to drown. “I really, fucking love you.” You spot the smirk, the dimples sinking in his cheeks. You squeeze his hands to push your words in deeper, as if you’d even needed to, he’d been replaying it in his head ever since it left your mouth. “Well, I fucking love you more.” He cringed, scrunching his face up when he said it. “Steady on.” You tease.

A couple of hours later, you’re spooning again, tangling limbs on the couch. “You good?” He fights the urge to laugh as you shuffle around beside him. You were the biggest fidget when you were stoned, so many thoughts and so much to do with such little time to do it. “Sleepy but I can’t get to sleep.” Even through his high he can’t avoid melting when you whined like that, like a little kid, kicking your feet together like some kind of cricket. The sweetest cricket he’d ever met might he add. He’d keep you safe in his pocket if he had to. “You can’t sleep, you’ve gotta stay up with me.” He wraps his arms tight round your hips the best he could in your position. “I’m not good enough for you baby.” You roll over to face him, noses pushing together, completely sharing each other’s space, interconnected, tethered, everything he could want and more.

“More than good enough.” You mumble, pupils dilated as you gawp at him. “Just tired.” He says, watching you carefully. “Just tired.” You repeat quietly. “My girl just had a busy day?” His voice is just as soft as yours had been, barely above a whisper. “Your girl?” You shift your arm, bringing it up between you, your palm reaching to press against his face, holding it lightly. Your heart still pitter pattered when he referred to you like that, his girl. The words whirled around in your head like a siren.

His smile was wide, eyelashes fluttering, eyesight flicking from your own eyes then down to your lips and back. Words could never describe just how beautiful you looked to him right now. He could see your every freckle, every line, dimple and even pore and yet he loved you more for it. “My pretty girl.” You smile at his words triumphantly, stroking your thumb over his cheek. “You’re pretty too.” He smiles again. “Yeah?” He runs his hand affectionately over your hip, not inherently sexual, just a comforting stroke.

The storm had felt so far away now that you faced him. “The prettiest.” You lean in to kiss him and he nearly squealed with excitement. He had always loved that you would kiss him first. He’d never have believed you if a year ago you told him he’d be here with you, he had felt so truly blessed to be in your orbit, even just in the same town as you but basking in your glow was heaven to him, this was far greater than anything else life could offer.

“Love you so much.” He muffles between kisses. Your heart feels ready to burst, you’d nearly died the first time he told you, then again the second, you’d have to get used to this for the sake of your health. You couldn’t wait to embrace it though. “Wanna get to bed?” He pulls his lips away just long enough to ask before returning to you. You sigh into his lips, hand moving from his face to his hair, tugging on it lightly, stirring him even though it wasn’t intentional. His hand slid from your hip to your thigh. He tugged it, moving it to rest across his waist while you lay side by side. Your pelvis strategically pressing into his.

You hum into his lips, struggling on what to focus on, his hand tracing your thigh, moving beneath his shirt you wore or maybe his lips tenderly colliding with yours, his stubble coming through starting to scratch at your chin. Maybe even his heart thumping against his chest that you could feel from the closeness. If he just rut his hips the tiniest amount you’d be gagging for it. He got you so worked up and for what?

“Never wanna be away from you.” You sigh, almost giving into your urges, pulling your head back, tilting to the side to watch his face as he tried to find the words to respond. “Just wanna be in your arms.” You continue. He just smiles, a lopsided, happy smile as he watched you, fascinated by the way your mind works. “All the time.” You push on. “It’s actually ridiculous Calum, I just want to be glued to you.” He snorts a laugh. He knew you probably meant it too. You weren’t clingy as such just affectionate. He was your person, your best friend, your everything. You lingered on his every word and bated breath. You just adored him, you always had and suspected that maybe you always will. You just wanted him to know, anywhere in the world was an awful place if he wasn’t there with you. He’d felt the same. He wanted you glued to his side for eternity, and he’d bargain with anyone to make it so.

“You’re my whole world.” He says, giving into your string of sappy comments. You let a satisfied and dopey smile find your lips. “You’re my universe.” He gasps. “You outdo me.” You peck his lips. “Carry me to bed.” You give him the best pleading eyes you can manage. He crumbled instantly but not before rolling his eyes at your childishness. He found it too adorable and endearing, so much so that he could not decline your request even if he’d tried, which he wouldn’t ever dream of doing. He carried you into his room bridle style. Your feet bumping into a couple walls as he manoeuvred through the trailer. He lay you on the bed carefully before standing and stretching. He’d wondered the time, you’d been so spaced out, so lost in each other, it was hard to register what hour it was, what day, week or even month it was if he was being completely honest.

While he checked his watch you shuffle onto the left side of his bed, your side, he’d never sleep on it even when you weren’t there, it was all yours, for you alone. You pout when he takes his time to join you. “Is it just me or is it getting warm again?” He glances down at you, about ready to fan yourself with your hand. “Want me to bring the fan in sweet?” You nod happily, sinking into his bed or at least feeling as if you were. Your body felt like it was floating and falling simultaneously. Your perceptions muffled by the drugs. You were getting so warm too. Now that the storm had passed, the humidity and heaviness in the air had returned, creeping in to suffocate you all over again. The fan had tried its hardest to cool the room but as your boyfriend shuffled into bed to lay beside you, it was dreadfully apparent just how sweaty the evening would be.

He slid his arm around your waist, pulling your back right up against his chest. He had the audacity to moan when you accidently pushed your backside against his now apparent hard on. Usually when you said it was an accident you never meant it, it was a little lie, but this time you seriously hadn’t meant it. His moan had struck a chord within you though, letting your mind wander into the gutter. Just cuddle. You’re sleepy. Just cuddle. It’s too fucking hot to fucking fuck. 

“No, no baby, I’m all hot and sticky.” He buries his head in your neck, his hair sticking to you just as much as your own was, sweat wrecking you both, it was unbearable. “You promise?” He playfully nipped at your neck, a little harder than intended he’ll admit. “Babeeee” You dragged name out, whining. You’d wanted him, he’d gotten to you but the heat, you were doomed. He continued kissing over your skin, tightening his grip around your waist. “You don’t like storms.” He kissed again. “Just tryna distract you baby.” You laugh but you lean into his touch, unable to deny how nice his lips had felt dragging over your skin, how the tickle of his stubble was slowly destroying you. “But it’s so warm and the storm ended hours ago.” You try and fight him. He chuckles, “yeah, cause you’re so damn hot and hmm might come back, you never know.”

You allow yourself to roll your eyes. You want him, hell you always want him, there isn’t a minute of the day where you don’t think about him but the heat, the sweltering heat, he was lucky he’d gotten a cuddle from you, if you weren’t so needy while baked you’d be on the opposite side of the trailer right now. “You’re a menace.” He pinched your ass as the words leave your lips. “A minute ago, I was your universe.” You scoffed before retaliating. “My universe and my menace.” He wasn’t fazed at all. “You’re damn right I am, now you gonna turn over for me or am I gonna take you from behind?” You sigh, already riled up by his words, finding yourself turning over in his arms without any more convincing, meeting his cheeky grin, and dishevelled mane of curls. You loved it when he took you from the back, he gripped your ass, pounded into you till you cried, he loved it when you cried. Such a pretty crier when he had his nails so deep into your flesh you’d felt the sting in the shower for weeks.

“Was kind of hoping you’d stay the other way.” He half winked at you. “Take it or leave it.” Take you or leave you more like. Your hands were already threading through his hair, some fight you put up there. “Fuck, when you say it like that, how can I refuse?” His lips were already finding yours, his nose pressed right up against your own. You were ready now, you’d come around, you’d wanted him. All the teasing throughout the day, finally becoming worth it. It had been such a long day.

The temperature was unbelievable, the humidity even more so, you’d never been so damp in your life and unfortunately it wasn’t all down to him. “You already hard?” You ask, not needing a verbal response, just grazing your hands over the bulge in his underwear, struggling to fight a smirk. He hums into your lips, you feel his eyes flicker closed, his lashes somewhat beating against your face. “You’re not the only one hot and bothered.” He wanted to joke but you knew he was fragile.

He slipped his hand between your legs without much warning, payback for how’d you’d touched him yourself. He tried his best to remain in charge. You gasp and he captures your lips in his. “Hmm need you.” He hums. “Let me fuck you, please baby.” You’d say you were surprised at his neediness but sometimes he was so weak for you, he’d even get down and beg on his knees and he loved to do it too. “You that wound up?” You tease. “Thought you wanted to soothe me?” You reach for his cock, tugging it from his boxers, he whimpers as you grip his length. “Just an excuse then, you just wanted me?” You rub his length over your clothed cunt, pushing your underwear to the side. “You coulda just asked angel.” You rub him over your entrance, tying to prevent a moan escaping from your own lips, to avoid supplying him with the satisfaction.

The weed had hit you hard, always did when the temperature was so high. Just him pressed against you when you were clothed was killing you but this, this was so much more. Not the first time you’d fucked high, definitely wouldn’t be the last but it felt good it felt different, you just felt more. “Fuck baby.” He forces his forehead against yours. “Can’t you wait?” You know you’re pushing it; he was needy but not enough to forget his place with you, he owned you after all. He grit his teeth. “You’re getting real confident baby.” He bites down hard on his own bottom lip. “Learnt from the best.” You sink him into your slick folds, lips parting fast, as you tighten involuntarily around him. This was it, his second favourite place in the entire world, inside you.

“Shit, do you have to clamp so hard?” You shudder as he takes over, pushing himself all the way in, manoeuvring himself to lay on top of you. “Can’t help it, so fucking big, gets me every time.” You’d thought you’d relax yourself more with the drugs, but no your senses were heightened, you felt it all, he felt so big. “Been hard all afternoon thanks to your antics.” You gasp. “I’ve been a good girl.” You smile as angelically as you can without your face contorting with pleasure. “You’re a fucking liar.”

He hovers his face over yours, his hair falling down into it, they looked good grown out, but it was so inconvenient right now. You reach up pushing it back for him, brushing it behind his ears. He could do with a hair tie; you swore you’d give him one every time, but you never did. You notice his lips following yours, he’d mistaken your leaning for something else and it made your heart leap. “Damn, thought you were gonna kiss me.” You pout sympathetically. “You know I want to, just had to tame your hair first.” His turn to pout. You latch your lips onto his, he immediately pours his tongue into your mouth, coating your own. You lean up from your pillow, pushing your face further into his, him tilting his head back. He pulls his hips away before throwing them into you again. He wasted no time quickening the pace. “Fuck, baby.” You cry, snapping back from his lips. “Thought you were gonna go easy on me.” He laughed, “where’s the fun in that, fuck you like you deserve hmm, make the most of you.”

He grabs at your hips, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, “oh, so deep, fuck.” You throw your head back, fighting every impulse in your body not to cum right there. He licks a stripe over your neck, leaving you stickier than before. “Like that.” He hits your ass sharply, jolting your hips upwards into him and you swear you feel him right in your stomach. “God, baby.” He fucks into you at a new pace, your moans for him driving him into you faster. He felt it too, he felt how far he was, how much of him you’d taken, and he’d be lying if the drugs hadn’t forced him to the edge himself.

He had no idea how long he’d last, no idea if he even wanted to last, he wanted you dripping with his cum, wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen, knocking you up, keeping you for him and him alone, untouchable, God you’d look so hot too. Maybe a conversation for the future, he didn’t wanna scare you away so soon. He only just confessed his love for you if he came clean about how he’d planned his life with you long ago, you might run for the hills. It was more along the lines of him scrawling down his hopes for you in the future on a scrap piece of paper anyway. He had time to perfect it before actually sharing it with you. He would share it though, in time.

You were sweating hard, sticking to the sheets, you’d need one hell of a cold shower after this, maybe multiple if you wanted to feel anything other than sticky ever again. “God baby, so fucking good.” He snaps his hips at a faster pace, you almost feel pain, you almost want to feel pain, be unable to walk for a couple days, have to tell your friends you have cramps or something. “Fuck you so good hmm.” He pecks your lip, bringing you back round to him. “Got you drunk on my dick.” You can’t even respond. “Shit your squeezing so hard on me.” You can’t even breathe, can’t say a thing in response. “Cat got you tongue?” he smirked down at you, you yank his hair back in response, causing a screech to roll from his tongue.

“Gonna play dirty?” He bites down on your neck hard; you wince under his teeth. He licks over the wound he’d just created, trying his best to soothe your burning flesh. “Gonna fuckin cum.” You gasp. You feel him smiling into your neck. “Bite me again.” You sigh. “Hmm?” You roll your eyes impatiently, not that he can see. “What did you say baby?“ He lifts his face from your neck, smirking at you, mischief in his eyes. He runs his index finger over your neck, you don’t even flinch when it hurts. “Bite me again and I’ll cum.” He pretended to think about it, flicking his tongue around his mouth.

You decided to up your dirty tactics, clenching down, squeezing him hard. His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. “You’re such a slut for me.” You nod, not afraid of the title in the slightest. “You love it.” He locks eyes with you, his lips twitching up into a smile. “Love that you corrupted me, love that you have me cock drunk and begging for it every fucking time, even today, I chose to be little spoon I didn’t have to.” Even if the last part wasn’t intentional on this occasion, it certainly had been previously, so it wasn’t much of a stretch. He was almost surprised, but he knew you, he knew your game. He bit down on your throat again, you focused on his cock, how it stilled inside of you, how his teeth were drawing blood from your neck.

Him slowing all movement, somehow it stirred you more so. His throbbing deep inside of you. You just warming him, encasing him. “Can you hold it?” He slowly grinds his hips into you. Focusing so hard that he didn’t respond. “Baby can you hold it?” You ask again, hands cupping his face. Sweat was beading across his forehead and upper lip. You were certain you looked the same, glistening, and exhausted. “Why baby? So, fucking close.” He was so strained, body shaking with his orgasm denial. “Just wanna feel you.” You close your eyes, leaning back. “Like me this deep in you?” You nod, teeth biting into your bottom lip.

“Take me so well princess.” He was shocked he wasn’t stuttering. “So deep you’re gonna struggle walking.” The more he could speak, the more he could control his urges to move against your wishes. “Gonna have to tell your friends, tell them you can’t walk anywhere.” He sealed his eyes shut as you involuntarily squeezed him, just imagining the conversation in your head. You nodded at his words. “I’ll tell them.” He nods back. “Fuck, I don’t think I can hold off baby.” You understood, you were done waiting too. You kissed him in a hurry, lifting your head to meet his before he moved his hips, picking up a rhythm that would finish you both.

You groaned into each other’s lips, tongues swallowing the sounds. You felt your orgasm hit you like a train. The whole day had been one big teasing adventure and you’d not known how badly you’d needed it to end. You were surely going to collapse from the temperature and the inability to catch your breath, but it had been so worth it to come down like this, legs tangled together, him laying his head on your chest while you stroked his hair, both of you feeling the intensity, the aftershocks. You don’t think you’d ever fucked like this. You don’t even know if you could consider it fucking at this point. Not when you had loved each other.

“If another storm comes, you know, I’m just a phone call away.” He muffles out into your chest. “My big, brave hero. Gonna save me from them all?” You poke his nose with your pointer finger, him pretending to bite you as you pull away. “Every single one.” You feel him smile proudly against your skin. “We gonna sex every time too?” He lifts his head, grinning at you hopefully. “If you insist.” He moves himself, leaning up on his left arm, right at your side. He brings his spare hand to stroke your face, kissing you and then retreating just to watch your face, not for a reaction or anything, simply because he loved watching you. There wasn’t a single angle of you he hadn’t enjoyed. “Love you.” He lets out, holding his breath immediately after, the words still seeming so foreign in his mouth. He almost worried you’d never say it back, forgetting you’d already been through this just hours ago. “Love you too.” He smiles, flopping onto his back beside you, sighing with relief, he could get used to this.

“But the heat is unbearable babe we need to move.” He ran his fingers over your bare thigh, always touching you, had to be touching you. You were right there but never close enough to him. “Where we moving to? I vote antarctica.” You nod in agreement. “How about Alaska?” You chime in. “A little bit closer to the family.” You add. “And there’s bears.” You add again. “You’re really selling this, family and bears babe, damn.” You grin at him. “Thought bout it all by myself.” He beams at you. Would you ever stop being cute? Even when you’re fucked out and wrecked, he just wanted to cuddle you and kiss you till you slept, it really wasn’t fair. He thought it rather annoying actually, you being so damn perfect and him never being prepared for it. “We can move to Alaska for the bears.” He’d move anywhere for you. “Will a cold shower do for now though because I really don’t want to drive at this time.” He lifts his wrist towards his face, frowning as if he’d been glancing at his watch that he’d already taken off. “I guess it will have to.”

#5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos fic #5sos imagine #5sos one shot #5sos smut #5sos calum #calum hood smut #5sos calum hood #5 seconds of summer #calum 5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer calum hood #5 seconds of summer calum #5sos calum smut #calum hood fic #calum hood one shot #calum hood imagine #calum hood

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty one

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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october 2, 2018 san diego, california calum

I feel bad for my Uber driver. He’s got some blubbering man crying in his backseat at 7 am on a Tuesday. When he drops me off at the hotel, I tell him thank you through quiet sobs, and I make sure to tip him incredibly well on the app. He didn’t ask any questions, although I’m sure he had plenty. 

I don’t know why I choose Emelia over any of my friends to go to, but I do. I bang on the door to her hotel room until she annoyedly swings it open, her eyes flooded with concern. I don’t wait for her to hug me, instead I just clumsily throw my body against hers and start crying.

I’ve cried more in the past two days than I have in the past five years. 

“What’s going on?” She asks, her voice just barely louder than a whisper. 

“She broke up with me.” Even though they’re true, the words sound like a lie. I don’t even know if Emelia will believe me.

“You’re shitting me,” is how she responds, and I just cry, confirming the truth without words. 

She lets me cry for a few minutes while she processes what I said.

“Cal, I swear, I had no idea that she would do that. I’m sorry.”

I just keep crying.

“Here, come in,” Em says. She opens her hotel room door wider and steps in, pulling me with her. I let her guide me to her bed and she pushes me down by the shoulders to sit. “I’m gonna go get the boys, okay?”

I want to yell after her not to bring Ashton, but I can’t make myself say the words. I hear her banging on doors and then whispering in the hallway, and before I know it, my bandmates and their girlfriends are all streaming into the room. Everyone looks floored and they look at me with immense pity. I hate it.

They all just stare, but KayKay is the first one to break out of the pack, coming over and sitting next to me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. I let my emotions go again, letting the sadness ooze out of me in hot tears that undoubtedly fall onto Kay’s sweatshirt. She doesn’t say anything, but she just holds me as I cry. 

The room feels deafeningly silent aside from my cries.

I want to be mad again. I want to yell at them all for letting this happen. How could none of us have known? How could none of us have sensed this all happening? I know Orion is to blame for keeping secrets, but Ashton is who I blame overall. He knew. He knew and he didn’t tell me. He’s my best friend. He should have told me.

Even though I want to be mad, all I can feel is the sheer heartbreak. The love of my life… isn’t even mine anymore. She doesn’t want to be mine. I never thought this day would come. We were supposed to grow old together. We were supposed to get married. I figured I’d propose in a year or so, and then once she was out of law school, we would get married.

We’d elope, probably in Spain, but then we’d have an Australian reception and an American one, both still small small, with professional photographers to capture every single second of the elopement and the parties. We’d take pictures in Retiro and celebrate at Space Monkey. We’d watch the sun rise from the park, just the two of us, on our first morning as husband and wife.

Orion and I had talked about all of it. She’d shown me a Pinterest board of engagement rings she’d like. 

We had plans to buy a house on the beach in a few years, once we didn’t need to be close to any college campuses. We wanted to get another dog, and maybe even a few cats. We didn’t want kids, but we did want to rescue as many animals as we had the time, space, and money for. 

None of it matters now. She doesn’t even want to be my girlfriend anymore. 

I never thought there’d be a world without Orion being mine, and here I am, living in that very world. She won’t even be in the world at all once she inevitably dies.

“Cal? Are you okay?” Michael’s voice brings me back to reality, and then I realize that I’ve temporarily stopped crying.

“I don’t even know.”

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5SOS Cancel San Diego Concert!

Everyone’s favorite Aussie band was slated to perform in San Diego tonight as part of their Meet You There world tour, but the band has canceled the show without much explanation, citing a ‘family emergency.’ This is the message they posted to Twitter just a few moments ago.

“San Diego, we’re so sorry to say we won’t be performing tonight. We’ve had a family emergency come up. We promise to come back very soon and we apologize for the inconvenience.

We love you! Xx -Ash, Luke, Mike, and Cal”

Fans are immediately speculating after images were posted of bassist Calum Hood at the beach having an emotional breakdown yesterday afternoon, only to be followed by images of Hood’s long term girlfriend, Orion Moss, doing the same thing at a different beach. Allegedly, Moss was approached by police before fleeing the scene.

Whatever is going on, to say that fans are concerned would be an understatement.

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#5sos #luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #michael clifford #ashton irwin #fanfiction #fanfic #5sosfam #imagine #calum fic #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum 5sos #calum imagine #calum x ofc #calum x fem!oc

[youofsomesong]

Friends Describing Starkid Characters (part 7)

part 6s girlfriend

thats knock off troy bolton

dobby and that one guy who ran the russian school in goblet of fire (i mean...correct fandom)

timmy

she gives stephanie energy (reminder, shes watched part of tgwdlm, idk how she didnt get emma. pete i get cause his name wasnt revealed yet in tgwdlm)

dundee

barb and sue

pete (no. youve watched this. this was also as i was testing her bf, she did it the next day so she had a day to figure it out)

PAUL (she cheated by looking it up but ill give her half credit)

sanka

trixie matel before she got famous

thats the akinator AI from like 2010

thats the love child of hagrid and trelawney

aribella

oh thats jasmine and jafar

but like in a low budget live action (its the best version what do you mean??)

rita skeeter after she grew out of the puke green phase (if only lauren played rita skeeter and i wouldve given her points for that)

that is jack harkness but like extra closeted gay

i cut out the other image of ethan since when i told her bf that someone finally realized they were the same guy i didnt remember she was sat right next to him

troy sivan

but like, before he came out (how do you forget hidgens?????)

that is tyler oakley

he looks like andrew garfield

but i shall name him steve (cant blame her for not knowing his name but how can you forget the loveable homeless guy?)

why is farris bueler in this? (KJDSHFKASJH)

NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT! CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK!

hes from the disney original movie zombies

but like an unnamed background character

thats luke and clarisse (can you tell im reading percy jackson lmao) (yeah, i can tell dfkjha)

thats a britney if ive ever seen one

thats cisco before his graphic tees phase (and here i go on a tangent about how carlos was in starkid before he was on the flash and went to college with the sks and how joey replaced who was playing the hot chocolate kid in tgwdlm. yeah i know im a nerd)

thats stingy from lazy town

jeffree star

when he has attempting to have a music career

teenage strawberry shortcake

calum hood in the dont stop music video

andre

is that not the tyler oakley guy again? (nope. but it is the same actor. same actor as paul too, howd you not catch that afsjhs /lh)

this one is phil

#my friends guess starkid characters #its enteraining #and fun #starkid #team starkid #starkid black friday #black friday #a very potter sequel #a very potter series #the guy who didnt like musicals #the trail to oregon #firebringer #twisted #twisted the untold story of a royal vizier #spies are forever #nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes must die spoilers #npmd #npmd spoilers #tin can bros

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Den of Vipers

Sinners and Saints: Chapter 1

Pairing: Mafia! Ashton Irwin x Fem! Hemmings! Reader

Word count: 5.8 k

Summary: Devastating news forces you to knock on the door of the last person you’d ever want to see.

Warnings: Death, murder, blood, guns, mentions of drugs, abuse, torture, kidnapping, language. Some gramatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Author’s Note: Hiya! Welcome to my new series. I won’t have a taglist anymore, so any way you can support this, whether it is a reblog, comment or like, would be very much appreciated ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy reading 🌻✨❤️

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The roaring sound of the engine could be heard from your room, distracting you from the book you were so comfortably reading. A smile crossed your features as you jumped out of bed and made your way outside.

The sun was starting to set with the golden hour on the horizon. The image of your brother’s back walking out the door welcomed you for just a moment before you decided to jump on him, immediately making him drop the small amount of luggage he was carrying.

“Since when do you leave without saying goodbye?” You laughed, perfectly koaling your way along his broad back.

The perks of being a little sister: you’re never too old or too heavy for piggyback rides from your siblings.

Luke groaned a laugh “Since I figured I could be free from your ass a few minutes longer”

You jumped off him “You don’t mean that”

“Of course not,” He smiled, pulling you into a hug. “I was going to go up to your room in a few minutes”

It was always like this when he had to leave. Ever since he started helping your father at work, he’s been gone most of the time, barely having any time for you. It was no secret that Luke was your favorite amongst your brothers, nor did he hide the fact that you were his favorite as well. It was just the way it is, having just two years distancing you of age he became your best friend from the beginning. And it was not like you were allowed many friends either - or rather, no one wanted to be your friend because of your last name.

Luke got that, everyone in the family did. But growing up made it harder for you than your brothers. Being the only girl in the family does that.

“How long are you leaving this time?”

Luke sighed “Dad said it’s only for a week, but you know him”

“So I should expect you by the end of the month” You answered him, trying to hide the hurt in your smile “Can’t you come back early? At least for a few days?”

“Why?” He asked with a puzzled expression “Is there something important happening or…?” You punched him, he laughed “Of course I’ll try to be here for your birthday, little thunder”

And if Luke said he would try, he meant it.

He kissed your forehead before a loud honk could echo throughout the house.

“Someone’s impatient” You rolled your eyes.

“We gotta love him” Luke shrugged, grabbing his luggage and giving you one last look “Take care, Y/N”

“You, too! I’ll see you when you get back”

“I’ll bring you a present!”

You stayed at the door until you watched the car disappear through the gates. Little did you know what would happen next.

*

The brain works in funny ways. Always reminding you of things you would rather forget.

It’s been a week since “it” happened, but there wasn’t a day where you didn’t relieve it at least once.

The rain against the window; the loud knocks on the door. You were sitting in the kitchen, putting the last candles on your birthday cake, anxious about the promise Luke made you as you looked at the clock. How did they let the police just pass through the gate like that? Maybe the guards knew it was urgent. How you walked down the hall, careful just to eavesdrop without being noticed, just in time to watch your mother fall to her knees, her beautiful party dress ruined as the most horrifying sound left her mouth.

Then, it was all a blur.

People dressed in black. Your father having meetings after meetings behind closed doors, always catching your eye before the familiar click of the lock filled the silence. How the rain felt against your skin as the casket containing your brother's body was lowered down to the ground, never to be seen again. Your mother’s tears. The fake “I’m sorry for your loss” speeches. Your father's stone-cold expression as his hand covered your shoulder with some sort of affection. The silence that came afterward.

But it couldn’t end like that. It wasn’t right.

“We need to find him,” You told your father after the funeral.

He was sitting behind his desk, looking the oldest you’ve ever seen him. His eyes weren’t even focusing on you, almost as if he were also lost.

The first time he lost a son, Ben, your oldest brother, it made him cold as ice. It helped him build the empire he had now, grown on the blood of the enemies he took down along the way. You were just a child then, not older than thirteen, but you remember how fast things started to change. How friends stopped being friends, how business never meant the same thing again, how your mother stopped smiling as the jewels in her chest started growing.

But this is different.

“Dad,” You begged, hating how you sounded like a little kid again.

“There is nothing we can do, Y/N,” He said, coldly.

That’s who Robert Hemmings was, never sugarcoating anything. He tried, albeit your mother’s begging, to keep you out of the know of the family business. You were their only daughter, their little Angel, what good would it do to drag you into this world of madness and blood? It seemed like she didn’t know you at all.

“So you’re just going to sit there and do nothing?!” Your voice rose with every word.

Your father didn’t dignify you with a response, instead, he chose to sit back and close his eyes. For the first time in years, you realized just how old your father was getting. The creases upon his face were as deep as the dark circles under his eyes. His white hair was getting thinner by the hour, and the spots on his skin seemed to be growing.

For a second you wondered just how much time it had passed since you saw him smile, since you spent time with him like you used to when you were a little kid. But you were not a kid anymore, and the man in front of you did not seem like your father at all.

He seemed tired, he probably was after all of this. But you were tired as well, tired of so, so many things that you were done keeping quiet for.

“He is still out there,” You said, more quietly this time “I know he is”

“Y/N…” He sighed, rubbing the pads of his fingers on his temple, trying hard to come up with the right words before he exploded in a fit of anger as he usually does with his subordinates “You heard what the police said. You read the reports even though we told you not to-”

“The reports said they only found one body, dad. One!” You wanted to scream, to shake some sense back into him but for what? You could already see the lost battle before it even began “Maybe Luke wasn’t in the car, maybe-”

“The car was completely burned out! They found his jewelry, some bones- Y/N I don’t know how else to tell you! They’re dead!”

“Jack is dead,” You said somberly “Jack’s body is the only one that they found. Jack’s the one six feet below. Not Luke”

Robert sat back in his chair, shaking his head as you continued with your ranting.

“The bones couldn’t be identified, so it could be one poor soul that got the short end of the stick. It could be one of the collateral damage, as you call them, right dad? Could be fucking anyone! Luke could still be out there, he could be in trouble and we’re sitting here doing nothing-!”

A loud bang interrupted you. Your father’s fist was tense over his desk after he banged on it, not caring about the glass of water that tipped over and was now spilling over the edge of the mahogany. The vein on his neck was trembling as well as his jaw, but his eyes weren’t focused on you. Instead, he looked down, eyes wide and unreadable with every emotion hidden and swallowed by his pride.

Still, that didn’t scare you.

“Jack would’ve wanted for us to find him”

“Don’t you fucking talk about your brother” Robert spat.

“Someone has to!” You stood up, letting the foot of the chair drag against the floor. You have never stood up to your father before, but it was time to change some things around the Hemmings' household “You know I’m right”

“Y/N, Luke is dead,” He said, finally looking straight at you. The helplessness in his eyes took you by surprise “The sooner you accept it, the better. The ceremony for his remains will be-”

“No! That’s not him!” You nearly cried, but you promised yourself not to. Not in front of him. Not ever “I’m not going to mourn a stranger standing in his place”

Your father just shook his head, letting his hands distract him as he sorted out the papers on his desk.

“Dad,” You demanded his attention, leaning over his desk “Dad!”

No response, no reaction.

“Fine,” You said, voice laced with anger “I’ll go find someone who will pay attention to me”

You started to walk away, not looking back as your nails dug into the flesh of your palm, cutting the skin to distract you from crying out of rage and disappointment. This was not how you expected he would react. You didn’t expect him to give up just like that.

The merciless boss of one of the biggest mafia rings in the country… giving up for his son.

“Y/N,” He called out before you closed the door behind you, making you stop in your tracks but you refused to look at him “I’m thinking of selling the business”

Those words left you frozen in place, a drop of cold sweat dripping down your back as you turned to him, clear fear in your eyes.

“What?”

Robert, stoic as usual, didn’t look up as he signed over something.

“The Luccas made an offer” He explained in so little detail “I believe it’ll be for the best”

“For the best?!” You scoffed, feeling completely betrayed. A new low you believed your father could never be able to reach “For the best of whom? Your conscience? Breaking news, dad. You don’t have one. Cause if you did, you would never-”

You pressed your lips together, shushing the lump in your throat that threatened to escape in a sob. You took a deep breath and turned to your father.

“I hope you know this is the last time I’ll ever talk to you again if you dare to sell it to them. To him”

“That’s not your decision to make”

“Then consider me dead along with the rest of your children. You’re good at that”

The banging on the door was heard all over the house along with your shoes stomping on the floor.

*

He could laugh. Was it possible that they were that stupid?

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for Calum Hood and Michael Clifford to come at him for help, but really? Drugs?

“This has to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever asked me,” He said, both Calum and Michael shifted a little in their seats.

There they were, sitting in comfortable velvety cushion seats with leather handles; drinking a whiskey that was probably older than them; hands adorned with expensive jewelry and dressed in the finest suits they could afford. And they were afraid.

It was normal, of course, to feel intimidated by him. After all, his reputation preceded him as one of the deadliest men in the country. His successful deals gave him millions, and the ones that weren’t as successful still made him a threat. Men feared him or wanted to be him. Women fell at his feet on their knees and not just to beg for mercy.

There was no wonder why he was nicknamed “Lucifer” given that his eyes resembled the evil and cruelty of Alexander Cabanel’s painting. There was no good left in him, not that anyone knew. Not that he would show proof of that.

Ashton Irwin was a proud man, a respectable man. And the two men in front of him knew it, so why waste their time?

Both Calum and Michael were famous around town as well. The prodigal son, Calum Hood, became a household name after he took on the family business after holding his father at gunpoint to sign the papers for him. Soon, he enlisted Michael Clifford, a wizard in technology and heir to his own fortune - albeit a bit small - as his right-hand man. They made themselves known in the business, and even Ashton had to admit that it was surprising how quickly they went up the ladder amongst the other families he knew. But, as any rookies, they made a few mistakes and asked a lot of favors that they were now trying to amend.

“Calum, how’s your girl?” Ashton asked, leaning back on his chair, pretending that their request was never asked in the first place “Still running that bookshop back on Seventh Street?”

The smirk on Ashton’s face might not have meant anything else but a taunt to Calum. But the latter didn’t like the way he said it, almost as if he knew that his girl was his only weakness.

“She’s good” He answered, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing him affected.

Ashton hummed, looking at the third guy who was standing near the mirror on the wall.

“It’s not nice to bring security and bodyguards for a talk with friends,” He said.

“Is that what we are?” Michael asked, “Is that what we’re doing?”

“You tell me, Clifford. Cause I know for sure that if you came to me as partners then we wouldn’t even have this conversation” Calum opened his mouth to speak but Ashton silenced him “Because as you know, I don’t make deals with lost causes, and right now I’m seeing two in front of me”

“Ashton-”

“There’s a thing called “unsaid agreements” in this business, Calum, I know you’re familiar with that. And that is we don’t shit where we eat. We don’t sell drugs in this city, we don’t make deals with the locals, and for fuck’s sake we don’t owe favors to the ones that don’t comply with this agreement” He pointed his finger at the two men in front of him “And you two fuckers did the three things together”

“Well, what choice did we have?!” Calum asked “The Luccas were threatening to take over our territory and-”

“And I don’t give a fuck about the Lucass’” Ashton spat “In fact…”

In one swift move, he took a gun under his desk and shot the security guard right in the head.

“WHAT THE-”

“FUCKING CHRIST”

The two men yelled and jumped as the gun went off. Splatters of blood could be found in their clothing and faces, but nothing compared to the smear of blood and brains that now dropped from the mirror. Ashton, as usual, sat back in his chair with a smirk and hid the gun. Not a single drop of blood hit him or his desk.

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” Calum yelled, trying to wipe the blood from his clothes, showcasing his lack of knowledge of the business.

“Cause he was wearing a microphone you jackass!” Ashton spat “Hidden on the belt, look it up”

Michael leaned down and he in fact found a small microphone hidden behind the buckle. He sighed as he showed it to Calum. The two men looked back at Ashton with tired looks filled with anger and embarrassment.

“Another advice,” He said “Don’t fucking invite newbies to “important” meetings”

“You think you’re so smart…”

“I know I’m smart, Hood, and I’m the best there is in this business so don’t you fucking forget it. There’s a reason you came to me and not to the bloody Bermans” He got up and walked up to Calum, grabbing his chin and pulling his closer “I’m the only chance you have but I don’t even know if you two idiots deserve it. So, admit it, Hood”

Calum rolled his eyes, but Ashton tightened his grip.

“Say it” He nearly whispered, looking straight into his eyes.

“Jesus fuck, fine. We need you, okay?”

Ashton smiled, letting go of Calm and patting him on the cheek “Atta boy”

Just in time, someone knocked on the door before opening it. A young blond girl dressed in a white crop top and leather pants peaked inside, only showing half of her body but her whole face.

“Sir?”

“Lauren, not now”

“There’s someone here to see you”

Ashton rolled his eyes “I don’t have time for it right now. Whatever or whoever it is, it can wait till at least for the cleaning to come up”

“I don’t think it can wait, sir. She’s very insistent. I’ve been trying to hold her back for twenty minutes now” Ashton gave her a look that made her roll her eyes “She says her name is angel and that it’s urgent”

Ashton perked up at the name. Slowly biting the inside of his cheek, he nodded and turned back toward his desk.

He clicked his tongue before looking toward Michael and Calum, and then back to his assistant.

“Bring her in and send the cleaning team to at least remove that idiot, please” Lauren nodded and closed the door. He looked at his desk, putting away some papers as he nonchalantly said “You two, out”

“What?!”

“This isn’t over, Irwin-”

“Yes, Clifford it is” He stared at them but barely raised his head “Now get the fuck out before I make you”

Ashton could only hear a string of murmured curses and then the door closing with a bang. He smirked, “Angel,” He whispered to himself in a singing, mocking tone “What have you gotten into”

*

The blonde girl looked familiar. Her smile showed some kindness that you weren’t used to seeing around these places, even when you first encountered her behind the bar. She didn’t ask questions other than your name and the reason for your sudden visit.

“He doesn’t see people without a previous appointment,” She said, handing one more beer to the drunken men who slurred their thank you’s to her.

“What, is he a doctor?” You chuckled humorlessly, but the girl didn’t laugh along with you. her bright blue eyes just showed pity and understanding. You sighed “Look, tell him is angel, he’ll see me”

The girl shrugged “I can’t promise you anything, doll. Just wait here”

Once she was out of sight through a backdoor, you took your time to scan the place. Ashton did outsell himself with this one.

“The Den of Vipers” was the most popular club in the city, having opened ten years ago when Ashton took over the family business, it was still filled with clients who wanted to get lost for a while. Ashton was good at making people disappear, and it showed. This place screamed his name wherever you would look.

The floor was a dark marble with white gold lines separating the tiles. There were booths against the walls, all made of velvet cushions and leather. The lights were low, and changing from blue to purple, to green and then white again as the music played, it was impossible to keep track of the people there thanks to it. The bar itself was made of bulletproof glass, standing proudly and mockingly in the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by different bodies lost in the mindless music the DJ of the night put on, almost in trance and unaware of the things that happened behind the scenes.

Of course, this whole charade of a humble business owner was just Ashton’s front to the authorities - even though they always seemed to be on his side, many times you heard your father complain about it - but you knew the reality. In fact, you were sure that when the girl came back, you’d be led through the backdoor and into the real building. You’d walk through careful hallways that will eventually lead you to the owner’s real office.

And that is exactly what happened once she came back and guided you through cushioned, sound-proofed walls covered in dark green velvet. The lights of the halls were dimmed, giving the feeling of being watched at all times like a haunted house. And you wouldn’t have been surprised if that was the case, after all, Ashton could be anything but careless when it came to a negotiation.

Which is exactly why you’re here.

When you got to the door of his office, you didn’t need to knock as the door opened immediately. Two guys dressed in black came out carrying a bodybag, leaving the door open. You rolled your eyes because, of course, Ashton would make a big show.

“I’ll take it from here,” You said to the girl, giving her a small smile that she mirrored.

The first thing you saw when you came into the office was the desk. It had nothing but some papers and a lamp, no sign of family pictures or hobbies. It was common for the “big bosses” to keep their workplaces clean of any personal relationships, but coming from Ashton it seemed pretentious - at least for you.

The mirror still had blood stains on it and you could tell they were still fresh, even so you didn’t look twice. Blood and guts are not something that shocks you anymore, and that realization came with a whole can of worms you weren’t ready to open up yet. There were some stains on the floor and what you could assume was gunpowder residue, so you were careful not to step on those.

“I’d apologize for the mess, princess. But you and I both know it doesn’t matter”

You turned to find Ashton with his back facing you as he fixed a drink on his personal mini-bar. His broad shoulders and back were covered with the finest of suits - from Milan, everyone and their mothers wore clothes from Milan - his hair was longer than the last time you saw him.

When he turned around, however, it seemed like nothing had changed.

He looked mature, of course, twelve years can do that to someone. But his eyes were still the same shade of hazel you remember, only a bit more sadist. He looked good, and somehow you hated that. It was time to put the past in the past where it belonged and stop the memories before they cloud your mind. Still, something inside you kept telling you, urging you to let yourself go. What did it matter how he looked? But that thought came late for the half smile he wore as he walked up to you, made you realize that he caught you staring.

“Here,” He said, handing you a glass of whiskey and coke. How’d he know your favorite drink? that was a question for another time “I assume you’re a big girl now, princess”

You glared at him as you swallowed the whole glass in one go, never taking your eyes off him and his unimpressed look.

“‘m not a princess” You said, dryly “And I can make my own drink, thank you”

You pushed past him and walked toward the mini bar, fixing yourself another drink. It was clear that you didn’t need it, your mind was screaming and begging for you to keep a clear head while you were ahead and in front of Lucifer himself. But something in his smile… the way his eyes still treated you like a child, so condescending, brought something in you. A chance to prove yourself in front of him.

All your life you had to prove yourself in front of men like him. In front of women who think they were better than you because their hands didn’t get dirty as yours did. In front of your parents. Of Luke… How long until they realize that you are where you belong?

Once you finished making your drink you turned back to Ashton. His eyes roamed your body, shamelessly, he licked his lips briefly before a smug grin adorned his face, eyes looking straight at you.

“I can see that,” He said, leaning against his desk “So, angel, haven’t heard from you in a while”

You rolled your eyes “Don’t call me that”

“You’ve never seemed to mind it before”

“I’m not here to reminisce about the olden days, Irwin” You spat.

Ashton whistled “So the bitch can bark! Impressive. Who would’ve thought that the balls of the Hemmings family were hiding behind their youngest?” Your face turned red in anger as your fingers tensed around the glass. Ashton noticed and tauntingly walked toward you with a smirk and leaning to whisper in your ear “But guess what? Y/N, you still can’t bite”

Your body became hot at his proximity. The smell of his cologne filled your surroundings as the rage - or something else, something new - inside your stomach kept boiling. But before you could push him away, he was already pulling apart and going back to sit at his desk.

“Tell me, Y/N, what is a Hemmings doing here all by herself? Has daddy finally kicked you out?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, looking down unable to meet his eyes. You can’t believe you’re doing this, not with him. But there wasn’t any other choice.

“I need help,” You said, hating how those words sounded coming from you.

“Everybody does” He shrugged “Doesn’t mean they’re going to get it-”

“Ashton,” You finally looked back at him. The urgency of your voice and the fact that you called him by his name for the first time since you came here, took him by surprise as he listened “Jack’s dead”

Ashton’s eyes remained unchanged at your words, looking straight at you while his fingers played with his rings on the opposite hand. From his reaction, it was hard to guess that once upon a time he and the Hemmings’ siblings were inseparable, Jack being the closest of age to him and one of his first friends. Your eyes begged for him to do something, say something. To show you any indication that he might help.

The bond between your family and his broke a long time ago. You were barely a child, but you knew there was no going back to the summers filled with laughter and joy you all shared. In the blink of an eye - or at least that’s what it felt like as a child - The Irwins and the Hemmings were sworn enemies. And the friendship you had with Ashton vanished in thin air.

You and Luke took it the hardest, begging your mother to help you call the Irwin household so you could talk to Ash. Never understanding why suddenly her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head no and told you to play something else.

“He hates us,” Luke said to you once. It was another boring afternoon after you suggested calling him again. But Luke’s eyes were cold as ice, scaring you as he said “And we hate him”

And for a while that was it. You weren’t going to go against your brother, so the subject was finally dropped and you haven’t seen Ashton since. Or at least that’s what everyone thought.

But now, years after the fallout, you were hoping somehow that those words were a lie. Maybe Ashton could still hold some kind of fond memory of your families together. Anything to make you believe he might help you.

“My condolences,” He said after a while, no emotion hidden in his voice.

His comment made you angry, “Is that it?”

“What else do you want me to say?” He shrugged “People die every day, Y/N, it just the way it is”

“He was murdered”

“Shocker” Ashton scoffed with sarcasm “He was never the brightest of lads.”

“It was an ambush,” You said, unable to stop. “They were driving back home in the middle of the night when a string of bullets came raining down on the vehicle. Jack could barely escape before they found him and slit his throat. They burned the car afterward. And Luke-... Luke’s missing, Ashton”

Ashton nodded, pressing his lips in a thin line “He’s probably dead”

“No, he’s not”

And maybe it was because of your determination, or the look in your eyes when you said it, almost as if you believed it. But Ashton grinned at your statement.

“No,” He said, “He’s not”

A small breath of relief escaped your lips. Finally, somebody believed you.

“Would you help me?”

“No”

“What?!”

Ashton shrugged “Why would I help you, little Hemmings? What makes you so entitled to come here and ask for my help after what your family did?”

“My family?” It caught you off guard, what did he know that you didn’t?

“And why aren’t they helping to find their beloved golden child?” Ashton mocked, standing up and circling his desk until he was once again in front of you “All the stories we hear about the young, promising Hemmings… I’m sure they were not talking about you”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the comment, grip tightening around the glass, nearly breaking it.

“I am shocked that they didn’t start a search party already. Has daddy Hemmings opened his eyes to his karma yet? Why should I care? Matter of fact, why should you?”

“He’s my brother,”

“Cute. Not enough, but thanks for trying” He nodded toward the door “See yourself out, angel. This isn’t your castle”

Ashton turned around, not even giving you a second glance. Your hand reached out to him, grabbing him by the arm and making him stop. There were probably a few people who could do that to him, even fewer the ones who were still alive to tell the story. He turned his eyes toward you, curiosity and anger hidden in those hazel marbles staring back at you and then at your hand on his arm.

The tension was clear, but it was a little too late to rethink that mistake. If this was your only shot, then you had to take it. You owe that much to Luke.

“I- I have no one, Ash,” You said, looking down, ashamed of your statement and how weak you sounded.

Ashton didn’t say a word, he didn’t move away either. He stood there, waiting for you to continue. And for the first time in a long time, you felt relieved that someone was at least willing to listen.

“I left them,” You told him, looking straight into his eyes “I left my family because they did not believe me. They can’t find Luke, they won’t even try. He’s the only person I have left and I won’t rest until I find him, with or without your help”

Ashton grinned maniacally, a shadow appearing in his eyes as he looked down at you. Now you understand why they called him Lucifer. For he once was one of God's most beautiful angels, but temptation and his own ego were his doom. And, as he leaned down, you couldn’t help but be entranced by that wicked smile as he said, nearly whispering.

“And what are you willing to do, angel?”

It was a challenge, you could see it in his eyes. A bait to lure you into a trap. And you took it.

“Anything”

Ashton’s smile widened as he freed himself from your grasp and walked over to his desk to grab a set of keys, pressing a little button on it.

“If I’m going to help you, little Hemmings - and I’m not saying I will just yet - you’ll have to resign your name and what comes with it. I’ll be dead before I help a Hemmings out of the sheer kindness of my heart”

You rolled your eyes “You don’t have a heart, Irwin. Is that all you want? I told you I left my father”

“I don’t need a rogue princess fumbling with my business” Ashton scoffed, “So whatever I say goes. You’re working for me, Hemmings, not the other way around” He walked closer to you again, his chest nearly hitting yours “If I say go, you go. If I say we stop, you stop. If I say get out of my sight, you better pray your little feet move fast. I don’t care who you are, what you are, or what you represent. If you fuck with me, I’ll fuck right back. And I go hard, angel. No intentions of having any kind of mercy. Understood?”

You challenged him with a look, trying to figure him out. But time was running out, and you didn’t have any other option.

“Yes.” You said, dryly.

Ashton clicked his tongue “Yes, what?”

“Don’t push it, Irwin” You took a step back “So, we have a deal?”

The doors to the office opened and two large, muscly men dressed in suits came in and stood quietly but threatening at the door. You crooked an eyebrow and looked back at Ashton.

“Friends of yours?”

“Acquaintances,” He said, walking over to them and getting out the door, only stopping for a second “You comin’?”

The two men walked behind you as you followed Ashton through the halls that first brought you there. The image of his broad shoulders walking under the low lights and out toward the club shielded you from any distractions. He would sometimes glance over his shoulder, a teasing smile pulling at the corner of his lips when he noticed you were still walking a few steps behind him.

People at the club were sweaty and unashamed. Bodies grinding against one another and along the beat of a dark EDM song. Some women and boys would walk up to Ashton, letting their hands grace the skin of his face and neck or arms as they each seductively said hello to him. It seemed as if they were enchanted by him, moved by a spell of lust as their eyes would meet his. They wanted him, they all wanted him. Ashton would smile, say their names, and acknowledge them with a hello before moving to another person, another step toward the exit.

Ashton led you through a door that led to another dark hallway. The music sounded muffled through the walls, blocking your ears at the sudden change of environment. Ashton walked a few steps ahead before he stopped and turned around toward you, hands in his pockets as he looked at you and grinned.

“Now what?” You asked, annoyed “Any other fan of yours that we need to greet?”

Ashton chuckled and shook his head.

“No, just precautions”

“Precautions? Why would you-”

“Sorry, angel”

And with a snap of his fingers, the world went black.

*

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[kaleidoscopeminds]

saw this pic of Luke’s hair. had a breakdown. wrote a mini fic.

Words: 1,000 Rating: G Relationship: Luke Hemmings & Calum Hood (friendship) 

It’s a Wednesday afternoon and Calum is taking a minute to not talk to anyone.

He’s sat on a couch in a dressing room in a city he will definitely have to remember the name of before he goes on stage later, and Luke is curled up taking a nap next to him. It’s not unusual for Luke to find somewhere to nap pre-soundcheck if they have time, curling his too-long limbs up into an impressively small croissant of Luke Hemmings, his curly head just poking out the side. It’s also not unusual for Calum to be next to him as he does so, either also napping or just taking the opportunity of quiet that it brings. Today it’s the latter, and Calum absently scrolls through his phone as Luke breathes softly next to him, his head resting on the couch cushion. Luke’s curls are just brushing the side of Calum’s thigh, and Calum moves his hand to rest there so he can feel them just underneath the pad of his baby finger if he stretches it down. 

He can’t help but smile fondly at the sight of Luke’s hair, blonde and wayward against the dark of Calum’s jeans and the couch fabric, looking slightly frizzy and unkempt after a day of travelling.

Calum thinks people’s reactions to hair are kind of funny. He used to be more concerned with what his own was doing, forever straightening it down or blowing it out, but since he let it grow out he’s just having fun with it. The wilder the fan reaction he can get the better, and cutting the mullet in he maintains is one of the best decisions he’s made. He likes how it looks and it's funny, what more could you want from a hairstyle. 

But maybe he can see why people get so passionate about hair when he considers Luke’s. His crowning glory. There’s never been anything more synonymous with the eras of 5sos than the evolution of Luke’s hair, nothing that marks the changing of the time more. And Calum’s loved them all. 

He remembers Luke in school with the matching fringes they all had, constantly pressing it back down over his eye during performances. He remembers when the One Direction stylist started styling it for him on their first tour, swooping it up high as Luke got to grips with being their frontman and his hair took twice as long as anyone else’s to hairspray into submission. He remembers when he wore it straight and flat but eventually started letting the curls escape over his forehead. He remembers when he let it grow out during the most difficult part of his life, when his long curls framed his face as he put glitter on his eyes and started learning to embrace all the parts of himself. He remembers two years ago when he bleached it just before quarantine and the curls suffered, but looking sweetly fluffy and frizzy when the only time Calum saw Luke was through a rectangle on a screen. 

Calum inspects Luke’s hair now, inching his hand towards his head, and just feeling the soft strands touch the tips of his fingers, relishing the opportunity to have Luke in the flesh next to him. It’s shorter than he’s worn it in a while, the curls breaking free from his ears every time he tries to push it back like he’s forgotten that it’s not long enough to do so. It’s bouncier than ever, especially when he’s bopping around on stage, and it's hard to believe the curls ever lay flat on the top of his head. They wave out from his crown, the short hair on the back of his head just catching the start of the wave before they’ve been trimmed off, darker than the highlighted pieces on top. The curls on the side of his head always reject the direction of the others, wrapping towards his small ears, as if they want to be closer to them. Calum can’t really blame them. The lighter bleached strands on top are longer, his curl pattern inconsistent, but Calum’s pretty familiar with all the different things they do. There’s a chunk that clumps together in a ringlet at the front of his forehead that’s currently pressed into the couch cushion, that always tries to get in his eye. There are a couple of tight spirals on the other side where his hair parts, which are currently springing towards Calum’s outstretched finger. The curls on the top tend to be flatter and straighter, the pattern of highlighted strands waving across the very top of his head, not somewhere that is often visible on Luke Hemmings when he’s standing, but Calum can consider right now. 

Calum pushes his fingers further into Luke’s hair, just letting it curl around his fingers, feeling the warmth from Luke’s head and the soft strands brush over his hand. As suspected, and part of the reason why Calum does it, Luke makes a little noise in his sleep, nudging his head towards Calum’s hand without waking up, encouraging him to continue. Luke always did like having his hair played with, not one to ask but always loudly appreciative when it was given, smoothing his hair off his forehead, helping him tuck a piece behind his ear or just running a hand through it as he sleeps. 

Calum lets a piece spiral around his finger before gently pushing it back off his face, just letting his fingers skim the skin of his forehead and then pushing back into his hair. Calum watches Luke’s mouth stretch into a small lopsided smile, dimple hollwing out in his cheek, and his eyelashes flutter slightly in a way that tells Calum that he’s woken up, but Calum lets him pretend to be asleep just a little bit longer.

Calum rests his own head back on the couch as he strokes through Luke’s hair. Time moves so fast, but everything else can wait for a moment. 

#fic #meg fic #it's been so long since i wrote something just for tumblr #anyway #might post this on ao3 but i am going to sleep like right now #1k about luke's hair someone needs to bash me over the head w something #cake fic #kind of

[snixx]

okay, okay.

Calum Hood, Rina Sawayama, SZA, Eva Noblezada, Sabrina Carpenter, Chloe Bailey, and Luke Hemmings

okay let's do this dfjghdfjkh <3 (i do not know more than half these people but im hoping to god you dont want revenge i wouldnt blame you and youd be the sweetest human ever if you didnt but im gonna go in wary ksjghjf

OKAY wow you DIDNT flood me back with old white guys im impressed cloey youre too good for this world ily

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

okay calum hood: okay this pic is cute but most of the other ones i found are more alright

eva noblezada: adorable

luke hemmings: not my type

rina sawayama: gorgeous

sza: pretty

sabrina carpenter: cute

chloe bailey: gorgeous

lets play how hot is that celebrity

#thank you jdfghdfkjgh #cloey x

[somensfw-blue]

You being a listener of 5sos is so cute to me bc like. It's so white. LIKE IM NOT SAYING THIS AS AN INSULT BUT LIKE u gotta understand. You're the only person ive ever met who listens to 5sos. I don't think the music is bad I just forget they have fans. Because I've never met one. Like an Ed Sheeran fan. Its so cute. Im giving u headpats for being so pasty /lh - 🐩

i have been a fan since i was 12/13 in 2014. i am in so deep. i've had a crush on calum hood the entire time and i blame him for my general attraction to bassists. i grew and spent my teen years listening to them and i'm seeing them live in december after having my tickets for 2 years because fucking covid happened. i was in their top 0.01% of listeners on spotify wrapped last year. i am in so so very deep.

i was friends in high school with a couple of 5sos fans, so i've always been around fans ig. plus, they're an aussie band so when they first kicked off and released their first album, slsp was like... every third song on the radio haha

#don't mind my rambling profession of love toward the four idiots of my favourite band #someblue chatters #🐩 anon

[ao3feed-larry]

Insatiably You

by 28larry369

How was Harry expected not to look when every instinct of his being was begging him to capture Louis' pure personification of beauty to his canvas?

How could Louis be blamed for letting his guard down upon seeing the bruises, the countless bottles of cherry wine, and the reason behind Harry's tears?

How was Harry ever expected to forget the way Louis made his entire being ripple with arousal and longing? How would Louis ever be able to forget the way he felt safety and comfort with Harry after years of lonesome?

OR

Where Harry hates one-night stands for the sole reason that he can't have someone without becoming attached. What happens when Harry's mother decides to move in with her boyfriend, only for his son to turn out to be Harry's one-night stand? Will both boys be able to contain their attraction for each other or will it get the best of them? Will they risk their parents finding out and pursue each other? Or will they silently pine for each other?

Continue reading to find out.

 ALL RIGHT'S MY OWN DO NOT COPY PLEASE :)

Words: 1170, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band), Larry Stylinson - Fandom

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Barbara Palvin, Lottie Tomlinson, Félicité Tomlinson, Gemma Styles, Anne Cox, Mark Tomlinson, Jay Tomlinson, Ashton Irwin, Luke Hemmings, Calum Hood, Michael Clifford, Brendan Murray, Lewis Burton

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Barbara Palvin, Gemma Styles/ Felicite Tomlinson, Lottie Tomlinson/ Lewis Burton, Anne Cox/Robin Twist, Anne Twist/Mark Tomlinson, Jay Tomlinson/Mark Tomlinson, Brendan Murray/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Daddy Kink, Light BDSM, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Self-Harm, Suicide Attempt, Don't worry none of the ot5's or their siblings die, OT5 Friendship (One Direction), larry stylinson - Freeform, larry smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, Stripper Louis Tomlinson, Artist Harry Styles, Singer Louis Tomlinson, Top Louis Tomlinson, Bottom Harry Styles, ziam, Quote: They kind of share that really (One Direction), One Night Stands, Heartbreak, Pining, harry fell first but louis fell harder, Endgame Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Forbidden Love, Trauma

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[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Fluffy AU's Masterlist

chasing rubies (ao3) - cyberpunknct luke/ashton T, 32k

Summary: What’s Ashton supposed to do if he ends up sharing the cabin with a cute counselor?

Coffee Boy (ao3) - Jay_isnotokay michael/calum, luke/ashton M, 12k

Summary: Calum Hood has a crush on a barista, plenty of coffee making ensues.

Daydreams (ao3) - cornflowerblue (daydadahlias) michael/ashton T, 6k

Summary: It's not Michael's fault the owner of Fletcher's Flowers is so good-looking. And no one—Luke—should be able to blame him for wanting to come to the shop and admire the pretty buff man with large delicate hands as he assembles bouquets or pets his cat.

go for miles (ao3) - strxngersagain luke/calum, michael/ashton G, 11k

Summary: When Calum had bought tickets to Glastonbury Festival with his ex nearly a full year ago, he never imagined he would have ended up going alone. The very messy breakup of a nearly-three-year relationship pushed any and all thoughts of future-plans to the back of his mind. He had almost entirely forgotten about the tickets tucked into an envelope, if he was being honest with himself. It wasn’t until an email dropped into his inbox with the subject: 'We can’t wait to see you!', reminding him that oh shit, they had bought tickets together and oh shit, that’s in like two weeks.

He spent the better part of the afternoon sitting on the living room floor trying to figure out what to do with his ticket. It was too late for him to transfer it to someone else, he couldn’t sell it because it had his name printed on it, and he didn’t really want to lose out on the £300 he spent on the damn thing by just not going. So, he decided then and there that he would go alone. Ex-boyfriend be damned, he’d have a great time even if he was by himself.

If I'm Lame Then You're Beautiful (ao3) - ashsparagus michael/luke N/R, 4k

Summary: Luke doesn't think cheesy stuff can be cute. Michael takes that bet. They never thought they could fall deeper in love.

I hope you like superheroes (ao3) - brokenstereotype luke/ashton T, 20k

Summary: Luke doesn't see the appeal of a guy dressing up in spandex to save the city from nonexistent troubles. It may just be the fact that Michael has made a huge hype about this masked man in tights, but he's just not impressed - until he's on the recieving end of the saving.

It's Such a Shame That We Play Strangers (ao3) - velvethood (orphan_account) michael/calum/ashton T, 14k

Summary: “Well, when my favourite customer disappears I’m going to be worried.” Ashton reiterates, hands Michael his drink and a plate full of three types of cake like he knew Michael was coming. “You have a lot of food to catch up on. I’ve been on the cake wagon lately, haven’t I Cal?”

This is the first time Ashton’s addressed Calum in front of him which isn’t surprising because they’ve never been in this situation before, but Michael’s unsure of what to do with himself. They haven’t even been introduced each other.

No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHook) michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

Oh Christmas Lights, Keep Shining On (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) michael/ashton, luke/calum T, 3k

Summary: Michael and Ashton have won their town's Winter Decoration Competition for the past two years. This year, their new neighbors are going to give them a run for their money.

Puppies, Pastries, and Other Sweet Things (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) luke/ashton, mentioned michael/calum G, 16k

Summary: When Ashton heard someone scratching on his front door in the middle of the night, he expected it to be a burglar, maybe even extraterrestrial beings who planned to take him to another planet. However, the last thing that he expected to find was a lost puppy who simply wanted shelter from the rain.

Say It With Your Hands (ao3) - GirlTheyCallAllie michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: Meeting your soulmate was pretty easy in this world. You had a timer on your wrist which counted down to the moment you hear their voice for the first time. Until then all you had to do was wait.

Except for Luke and Ashton it wasn't that easy.

(So I'll Sit Here) Waiting (ao3) - dafeedil luke/calum T, 2k

Summary: Normally, Luke wouldn't think twice about it, because quite a few people went jogging in his neighborhood, but the guy was shirtless, and he looked damn good.

It became a bit of a habit after that, part of Luke's morning routine. Wake up, make coffee, turn on the news, watch the hot shirtless neighbor running by instead of the news.

stick to the status quo (ao3) - cliffakitten luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 29k

Summary: It's weird. Luke knows it's weird. He's very much aware of the degree of weirdness that he is being right now. Very, painfully aware. Which is why he's wearing a black beanie and sunglasses inside in the middle of spring. Inside the school theatre to be exact, sure to anyone else it wasn't exactly a place which requires a friggin disguise to be in. But Luke was a football player, by the ancient and all knowing laws of high school he shouldn't even know where the theatre is, never mind sneaking in through the lighting booth to stand in the back of it. ~ Or, the one where Luke is on the football team but has a mahooosive crush on this kid in the theatre club with the big hazel eyes and emo fringe.

storms of fabled foreign tongues (ao3) - fermentedpotato luke/ashton G, 5k

Summary: Literature class gets cancelled due to a lack of interest and Ashton gets stuck in creative writing. It's definitely going to suck.

superlatives (ao3) - dazedlight (opinionoutpost) calum/ashton, michael/luke G, 2k

Summary: '“We're not even dating,” Calum says, exasperated, ignoring his friends as he raises his head once more and throws his hands in the air. “Shouldn't the Best Couple actually be a couple?”'

Or, Calum and Ashton win the award for Best Couple in their school yearbook even though they are not, in fact, a couple.

What I (don't) like about you (ao3) - truly_madly_deeply michael/luke, calum/ashton, minor harry/louis, minor niall/liam E, 70k

Summary: Michael hates Luke, Luke hates Michael. When Luke’s older brother Ashton starts dating Michael’s best friend Calum out of all people, the two arch enemies are suddenly forced to spend way too much time together. Which they don’t like at all, but hey, shit happens, and so does love.

Or the one where Luke gets his lip pierced and Michael finds it very distracting.

Where the Heart Is (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) luke/ashton, side michael/calum E, 86k

Summary: By the time that Ashton Irwin is twenty-seven years old, he's already a widower and a father of three. After his third nanny quits on him, he comes to the conclusion that life in general doesn't seem to like him very much—that is, until his luck turns around when he discovers a particular nanny by the name of Luke H.

The question now is, can a twenty-two year old man with mile-long legs and a smile made of gold really be the super nanny that Ashton needs?

Perhaps so.

Your Love Will Take Me Home (ao3) - GirlTheyCallAllie luke/ashton, michael/calum N/R, 4k

Summary: The concept is simple. From the moment you turn 15 until the day you meet, you will be able to hear your soulmate's voice inside your head.

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