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lovebombs4life · 7 months

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corruption - l.r.h

requested: nope. thinking of this as i’m listening to music :)

cw: SMUT. oral (f), fingering, rough sex, choking, unprotected, mentions of alcohol, dom!luke, i’m a slut for luke hemmings

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“oh come on y/n, you’re telling me that you’ve never had anything interesting happen during sex?” crystal asked. i nodded my head. we were all sitting around in luke’s living room, some of us already drunk, some of us just buzzed. i was one of the only people in the group that was single, besides luke.

“i didn’t know there were interesting things when it came to sex until like two days ago, crystal. and we all know i constantly get ghosted whenever i try and get a date.” i rambled. i looked over at luke who was across the living room. he was slightly smirking as he listened to me.

“y/n, you’re 26. genuine question that’s gonna be real tmi. has a guy ever made you cum?” brandy asked. calum’s eyes widened at her question, but he wanted to know the answer too. everyone looked to me, waiting for my response.

“well i mean.. not exactly? when ever they’d get done they’d usually leave and i’d get myself off i guess.” i said, looking down. i picked at my nails, feeling slightly embarrassed. talking about this in front of my friends was a little embarrassing, but especially because luke kept watching me.

it’d be a lie if i said that i wasn’t attracted to luke. and it would also be a lie if i said i didn’t have a massive crush on him for the past few years. or maybe since we met. at sixteen.

“oh my god. are you serious?” michael questioned. i nodded my head, not wanting to look up at anyone. i bounced my leg, trying to calm myself down.

“okay y/n, let’s get you a drink. calm down those nerves, yeah?” crystal said, standing and grabbing my hand to get a drink. she pulled me to the kitchen, making sure we were alone.

“i’m not supposed to say anything, but i swear on my life, luke has been eyeing you this whole time. michael told me the other day that luke has been crushing on you for the longest time.” she spoke. my eyes almost fell out of my head from how wide they were.

“you’re serious?” i asked. she nodded her head. “dead serious.”

i glanced around the corner seeing that luke was still watching for me. my stomach did flips seeing him. i grabbed a drink from the fridge, popping it open and taking a large sip.

once crystal and i were back in the living room, luke’s eyes went back to being glued to me. “i’ll be right back guys, im gonna get changed.” i spoke up. everyone gave an ‘okay’ as i walked up the stairs. i went to luke’s room where i had left my overnight bag.

i closed the door before slipping out of my jeans and t-shirt. i unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the ground. i threw on my large shirt i used for pj’s, and slid on a pair of shorts. i headed back down the stairs, sitting back down on the couch. crystal handed me a drink, and i thanked her as i grabbed it.

we all sat there and talked for another few hours before everyone decided it was time to head home. i headed upstairs, grabbing my bag from luke’s room, and headed to his guest room.

“i’m gonna head to bed, goodnight luke!” i called from the door before closing it. i was too caught up in getting comfortable that i didn’t realize he hadn’t answered me.

i slid my shorts off, leaving me in my black panties and large t-shirt. i got on the bed, laying on my stomach. i scrolled through my phone, before stopping on a fan account of luke. i scrolled through the photos, squeezing my legs together.

“alright there?” luke’s voice scared me. i scrambled to sit up, covering my lower half with my t shirt. i clutched onto my phone, turning it off.

“oh don’t get all shy now, y/n. you’ve been showing yourself off, talking about nothing but your sex life all night. now i come in here seeing that you’re practically drooling over pictures of me.” he spoke, getting closer to me.

i swallowed hard, pushing my phone away from me. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, luke.” i played dumb. he laughed, shaking his head at me.

“don’t act like you’re all innocent there. if i hadn’t spoken up you would’ve started touching yourself. such a dirty slut.” he teased, crawling onto the bed, towering over me.

my breath hitched, and my thighs were dripping with my arousal. “i still don’t know what you mean.” i pushed. i don’t know where this confidence was coming from, but i could tell he was trying hard not to pin me down from my lies.

“you wanna be a brat? act like you don’t want me to fuck you? thats just fine darling. you can get yourself off alone, never getting what you wanted.” he spoke lowly. he was inches away from my face. i took a deep breathe, awaiting what he was going to do next.

he lowered his head to my neck, biting and licking at my skin. i let out a soft moan, making him smirk as he left marks on me. “i don’t want to hear another noise out of your mouth unless you’re gonna be a good girl.”

“i’ll be good, want to be good for you.” i whined. he smirked, lifting my shirt over my head. the smallest things he did made me wetter by the minute. i’d never felt this way with any other partner i’ve had.

he trailed his hands up and down my body, squeezing my thighs. he found his way to my clothed heat, running his fingers softly up and down. “so wet for me, yet i’ve hardly touched you. tell me what you want, sweetheart.” i gasped at his touch, moving my hips forward.

“anything, do anything to me, please, just touch me luke.” i begged. he chuckled at my need, slipping my panties down my legs and throwing them to the side. he kissed down my thighs, licking a stripe up my pussy.

i let out a groan, wanting more. my hands made their way to his curls, pulling slightly. he moaned at the feeling while his tongue attacked my clit. “fuck, luke, feels so good, never felt this good.” i breathed, my legs already shaking.

without warning, he slid a finger in, pumping in and out of me as he licked at me. i let out a loud moan, clenching around his finger. he slid another in, curling his fingers up.

“oh shit, luke! gotta cumbaby, please, luke, make me cum!” i begged, my thighs shaking harder. “cum for me good girl, wanna taste you.” he praised.

he continued curling his fingers, lapping away at my pussy. i pulled his hair, letting myself cum on his fingers. i squeezed my thighs, slightly trapping him as he kept going.

i arched my back, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. “f-fuck! oh god, gonna cum again!” i cried. he moaned into my heat, sending me over the edge.

he pulled away once i calmed down, sucking my juices off his fingers. he brought his lips to mine, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue.

“did so good baby, now you can say you’ve cum having sex.” he teased. i blushed at his words. “i want more of you, lu, please.” i asked.

he threw his head back at the sight of me being spread out for him. he threw his shirt off and quickly slid his pants off. i watched as he grabbed hold of his cock, pumping it a few times.

“get on your hands and your knees, pretty girl.” he directed. i did as told, lifting my ass in the air. he slid his tip in, causing me to moan at the brief feeling. he pulled back before shoving his cock fully inside. i let out a yell as he steadied himself.

i buried my face into the pillows, screaming as he pounded into me. he grabbed my hair, pulling my face up. “don’t hide those pretty moans baby. want everyone to know who’s making you feel this fuckin good.” he said as he lifted me so his chest was pressed to my back.

my head fell back onto his shoulder, gasping as he hit my g spot. his hand traveled to my throat, squeezing tightly. my eyes rolled back as i let out strangled moans.

“luke! ugh, fuck! love your cock, never want anything else!” i cried, tears falling down my cheeks. he grunted as i kissed his neck.

“i’ve wanted you, fuck, for so long, y/n, never letting you go, you’re mine.” he growled, holding onto me as he fucked into me.

i clenched myself around him, moaning at how deep he was. he moaned at the feeling, smacking my ass from the side. “gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” he groaned.

he pressed his hand against my stomach, feeling his cock deep inside me. “feel that baby? feel my cock bulging into your stomach?” he asked, keeping his rough pace. i nodded my head, gasping for air as he fucked me.

i clenched around him again, this time not being able to stop it. “lu, gonna cum again, wanna cum on your cock.” i yelped, feeling his cock twitch at my words.

“fuck baby, go on, cum for me.” he said, holding my hips as he continued to pound into me. a scream ripped from my throat as i came, my body convulsing as he held me close.

“gonna cum baby, where you want me to-” i cut him off before he could continue. “in me, need you in me, wanna feel your cum deep in my pussy. on birth control already.” i gasped.

“fuck, such a cum slut.” he said, releasing into my pussy. i felt the hot liquid fill me up, making me moan. luke pulled out of me, leading me down to the bed.

“just one second darling.” he spoke before leaving the room. he returned with a warm wash cloth, cleaning me up. my body was still shaking, and i could feel my heart pounding.

he returned to the bed, laying with me, pulling me close. “enjoy yourself, love?” he questioned. i nodded, whimpering.

“didn’t hurt you did i?” he asked, worried. i shook my head, looking up at him. “you’ve really wanted me for a while?” i asked, hoping he meant it. he nodded, squeezing me.

“i’ve loved you since we met. wanted you for the longest time. and now im never letting you go.”

i sighed with contentment, falling asleep in his grip.

#5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #5sos #michael 5sos #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #5sos5 #luke hemmings imagines #luke hemmings smut

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bartxnhood · 1 year

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sorry’s never enough | c.h

calum hood x fem!reader

summary: you’re betrayed again by your boyfriend, who just can’t seem to keep his promise

warnings: angst, no happy ending, kinda toxic relationship, arguing (it’s a short one)

a/n: surprise ! this is kinda weird for me to post randomly and not tell anyone but i this randomly hit me. also i feel like i should note, i know i’ve written many fics of this scenario and it seems to be a common theme with calum fics but this in no way shape or form represents calum hood as a person. this is strictly fiction and written for entertainment purposes. thank you.

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you should’ve expected it, from the moment he stepped out the door and got on that plane. you should’ve known better.

he was going to do it, it was only a matter of time before the evidence got back to you. it was just a waiting game for you. would he keep his promise?

no. he doesn’t care.

that morning you woke up, like usual, nothing was out of the ordinary. you got out of bed, made it, and took duke outside to do his business. everything was going normally. until it wasn’t.

you finished breakfast, put away the dirty dishes, and decided to take a scroll on your phone. your boyfriend's tour was coming to an end and it had been one beautiful tour. he seemed to be having the time of his life, and he was even happier it seemed. and it made you feel better about your relationship. you thought, for just a second, that maybe, just maybe, he kept his word.

but when you got the notification from sierra your heart sank. the pictures and the videos of calum at a bar with another girl. his arm slung around her waist as he kisses her, his hand on her jaw. it made you feel sick to your stomach, looking at the photos. sierras message ended with ‘im sorry, hun.’ you felt the tears swelling in your eyes and the aching in your chest had returned.

how could he do this to you?

“hey babe” calum enters the house, walks to you and presses a kiss on your cheek. he noticed you didn’t acknowledge him, so as he was setting his bags down he turned to you. “is everything okay?” you laid your phone down on the counter and slid it over to him. “i don’t know, is it?” you asked, your voice stung like venom. calum looks down at the phone which revealed an article that read: “calum hood spotted with mystery girl at a london nightclub. what happened with his girlfriend? or now, ex-girlfriend’

you saw his expression sour, pushing the phone back towards you. “so?” you asked again. he had no answer, and you saw the gears turning in his head trying to come up with another excuse. “i’m sorry.”

that’s all he had to say? after everything? everything you’ve done for him. all the sacrifices you made just to be with him. that’s all? "don't apologize if you are just going to keep doing this shit, apologize when you're actually going to change because im tired of having my hopes crushed every time" you were livid, your chest burned with anger. even looking at him made your feel sick. calum tan his fingers through his hair, huffing quietly. “if you would ever go on tour with us, this would never happen.” "oh, so i'm the one at fault?" "that's not what i'm saying-" "well, it jolly well sure sounds like it!"

“I don't want to do this with you." "that's what you always say whenever I'm trying to talk some sense into you." you rubbed your temples. talking was him wasn’t always this hard, in the beginning, he was the most caring person but as time went on he grew distant. “i’ve given you my life, calum. i made sacrifices for us to be together. i dropped everything just to be with you, you choose to do this to me? after everything?”

you heard a groan come from his side followed by yet another huff. this wasn’t the first time calum had cheated on you, and you should’ve known it wouldn’t be the last time either but you chose to talk it out and overcome the pain and suffering. you thought it had worked, but obviously, it didn’t. “i never asked you to do anything of that either, y/n. you chose to put your life on hold because of me. i didn’t”

“and you never stopped me!” you yelled, throwing your hands up in the air. “what do you want from me, calum? am i not good enough for you anymore? what am i doing wrong, please just tell me!” by this point, you were starting to break. tears welled in your eyes and your face flushed red. “it isn’t you.” he stated matter-a-factly. you couldn’t help but laugh at his response. “it isn’t me?” you repeated, and once again pushed your phone towards him. “the evidence proves otherwise cal.”

calum knew he was hurting you, he knew he put you through hell and back and that you didn’t deserve it. there was no excuse for what he did to you, he just never wanted to face the truth. “you never change do you, calum? you never fucking change.” you snatched your phone away from the counter, and looked at him one last time. “i’ve had enough, calum. i’m done. i can’t believe i loved you” you pointed in his face, and maybe it came out harsher than expected but at that point, you were so tired.

his eyes shot up at the word ‘loved’ it made his heart stop. surely he heard that wrong, right? “loved?” he asked, following you into the hallway where you were heading but you didn’t respond. you entered the shared bedroom “i’ve been pretending to love you for a long time, calum.” he saw the bags sitting atop the bed. two duffel bags and a large suitcase, “what do you mean?”

a dry chuckle left your throat, “i mean, i’ve been faking it since the first time you done this, i thought for a while that you had changed but obviously you didn’t. and frankly i’m tired of waiting time hoping you’d come around.” you grab a few of the bags ready to head out the door as your friend had texted you that she was on her way. “calum, i did love you. i loved you for years, and maybe we were meant to be together but i can trust you when you go out and get with these other girls. i’m sorry”. you pressed the softest kiss on his cheek.

“don’t come looking for me, just focus on yourself, calum.”

you saw the tears in his eyes, he was guilty and regretful for what he has done to you. “i’m sorry.” you nod, “i know you are.”

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suchalonelysunflower · 1 year

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You Are What You Love (l.h)

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Fem! Reader

Requested? Yes! (requests are currently closed)

Summary: Based on the song "Daylight" By Taylor Swift. Luke's thinking about his perspective of love while he reminisces about when he first met you

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of alcohol and toxic relationships. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, im sorry)

Word Count: 2.4 k

Author's Note: I just really wanted to write this one and give it my own lil twist. Remember that REBLOGS are super IMPORTANT and so are COMMENTS AND INTERACTIONS. PLEASE SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS. Hope you like it and Happy Reading

My masterlist // tag list in bio!

The day was getting to him and they’d practically just started. Doing promos all day is something they all got used to when they first started, but it has become repetitive and unhealthy after years of being in the spotlight.

It’s not like Luke isn’t grateful for the opportunity he has of making music with his best friends, he loves what he does and why he’s doing it. But he has to admit priorities have changed for him lately, and being away from home for too long was making him angsty.

“Dude, cheer up!” Ashton would say, giving him a big smile and patting him on the shoulder as they waited for the next interviewer.

Luke would give him a half-hearted, tired smile that mimicked his feelings on the inside. He would see how Michael, Ash, and Calum would joke with each other a little bit, already getting in the mood for another seven minutes of answering questions - although everyone knew Ashton would be speaking the most again, thank you very much. And for a moment it was nice to see them slip from the personas they present in front of the camera and just let them be.

He also took this moment to check his phone and take it out from “do not disturb” when a text message showed up. After reading it his smile was for real this time.

“Is it Y/N?” Michael asked, noticing the grin on Luke’s face.

“Yeah, she says hi”

Quickly, Luke texted you back, noticing the interviewer was already making their way to them. Still, he couldn’t shake the smile off of his face.

* A few years ago.

The party was a success - or a mess if you’re the one cleaning afterward, which is pretty much what Luke promised to do if Ashton threw a party that weekend. This time it took more than ten minutes to convince the eldest of 5sos to throw a party, which is more than anyone would’ve expected coming from him.

“Luke, I already hosted a party three days ago” Ashton sighed while doing the dishes, giving his back to the youngest of the band.

“But Aaaash,” Luke pouted even though Ashton couldn’t see him “It’s the weekend!”

“Don’t you think you like partying too much?”

“Funny you’re saying it,” Luke rolled his eyes, but when he noticed Ashton stare once he turned back, he knew he was serious “C’mon, dude”

“Luke, you’re deflecting” Ashton crossed his arms in front of his chest “Don’t think we don’t notice how you use parties as an excuse to avoid the elephant in the room”

“I’m fine,” He scoffed, and the eldest raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh? So you’re ready to tell me what happened the day you showed up at my house with your dog and a U-Haul filled with your things?” Ashton sighed again when noticing Luke’s eyes deflecting his gaze “Look, you know I love having you here, but it’s not fun to see you hurting, Luke. Whatever happened with her… you know we’ll support you, right?”

And Luke knew they would. Fuck, Luke loves his friends because of it, they will never leave him behind if the ship was sinking. But the ship was already at the bottom of the ocean and they were still looking for the remains of his broken heart, not knowing there was nothing left to save. Not even himself.

“Luke…”

“Fine, if you don’t want to have a party then forget it,” Luke said, turning around and going to his room.

Ashton groaned loudly and threw his head back before calling out “Okay! We’re having a stupid party! But you’re cleaning up the next day!”

And so came Saturday and the house was packed. Except for one lonely soul sitting outside against the wall, drinking a beer, and not being able to figure out what was so wrong with him. Ashton was right, he was deflecting. But what was wrong with wanting to have a little party to try and forget the past?

The lights were low, so no one could recognize him that easily as he slipped out. The loud noises of the party drowned the sounds of his mind telling him he was the one that fucked up and that he should go back to what he knew was an unhealthy environment. At least that’s a place familiar to him; the feeling of not being enough but still trying to make it up somehow; being the butt of the joke everyone and laughing along even though they never knew the struggle or the pain behind every word or comment he read on the internet.

He was in love, or at least he thought he was. Damn, there was his whole life ahead of him and he thought she’d be by his side through all of it. But love doesn’t have to be black and white, it doesn't have to make you doubt every single word or move or Instagram post. He never thought love could be so cruel… or maybe he didn’t know what love was after all.

What’s worst of it all is that he knew he hurt some people along the way. Fuck, he even made Ashton throw him a party every week to try and cheer him up even though everyone knew it was all a charade. After everything that he did wrong, his friends are still there for him when he least deserves it. All because he was too hung up to see the reality, or too scared to face it.

Still, at least he was sound of mind and heart and didn’t plan to go back to her, even if that meant waking up and facing the unknown future again.

“Cheers to that,” He mumbled as he brought the beer bottle he was nursing to his lips.

“Amen,” A voice said behind him, making him spill his drink all over his shirt “Oh shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you”

Luke wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, counting to ten in his head so that he won’t curse this person out. But soon a hand was stretched out to him, offering some napkins to clean himself out.

Finally, his blue eyes were able to look at the person who so rudely interrupted his self-deprecating moment. And for a second there he was speechless.

“I’m truly sorry,” The girl gave him a shy, awkward smile, “I thought you heard me get out and- Well, that’s what I get for trying to be funny, I guess”

Luke blinked up at her, losing his train of thought when he noticed how cute she looked when blushing and the way her eyes sparkled before she looked down. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he accepted the napkins.

“It was funny,” He said, dabbing his shirt “I always hated this shirt anyways, so thank you for helping me get rid of her”

The girl smiled “I don’t know if you’re making fun of me… but, yeah, that shirt is very 2015”

Luke fake gasped in surprise “Are you saying I have bad taste?”

“I’m saying that maybe you did but are now repenting for your sins”

“So quick-witted”

“One of my many talents”

“What’s another one?”

“I can run faster than a wolf”

“Don’t you get tired?” He asked, scooting to his side so that she could sit beside him. She did.

“Maybe when I do I’ll finally find the place that makes me what to stay” She shrugged “Do you have a talent?”

“I can’t seem to differentiate heroes from villains”

She looked at him, resting her chin on her hand “What do you think I am, then?”

“I don’t know yet” He laughed, looking back at her and getting lost in her eyes for a second before asking “Should I be offended you'd rather be out here than at my party?”

“Should I be offended that the host of the party would rather sit outside in the cold than at his own party?” She challenged him “My friend dragged me here, but I’m not much of a social butterfly and I need a moment to charge my battery before she tries to set me up with another stranger”

“Ooff, tough crowd?”

“The toughest”

“Good.” Luke said, leaning back and looking up at the sky “Easiest way not to get hurt”

“Maybe,” She shrugged. “But if we don’t get hurt once in a while then why bother to feel anything at all?”

Luke turned to her, frowning as he examined her face. “Did Ashton send you here?”

The girl looked at him quizzically, “I literally have no idea who Ashton is, but if he’s like- I don’t know, your “guide” in the universe, then maybe?”

Luke laughed “He’s my co-host”

“Oh! The one singing “I will survive” in karaoke! Yeah, no, I haven’t talked to him. But if you want me to call him I could-”

“No!” Luke said way too quickly and she noticed that as well “I mean if he sees me he’ll know he’s right and I would rather eat another one of Calum’s veggie lasagnas than do that”

“Ouch, tough crowd?”

He groaned “You have no idea”

“I might, a little bit”

“Yeah?” He bumped her arm with his “What’s your story then?”

“Who wants to know?”

“Luke,” He said, extending a hand for her to shake.

“Y/N,” She took his hand in hers, shaking it firmly “Well, Luke, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours”

“And if we never want to see each other after we do?”

“Then that’s a risk we’ll both have to take”

The memory faded as he noticed all eyes were on him.

Shit.

At least there’ll be more elevator memes after this interview.

“Sorry, could you repeat the question, please?” Luke asked, ignoring Calum’s chuckle.

“Of course!” The interviewer smiled “I said that you were one of the main writers in almost every song of this album. What’s the inspiration behind it?”

“Oh,” It was an easy answer, of course, something he had rehearsed with the guys beforehand. But as the memory of your first encounter was still so fresh, another answer came to mind “Love,”

“Love?”

“Well, I guess that the right way to say it would be the feeling you get when you know you’re safe” He started, “When you feel safe around that special someone, no judgment nor fears or doubts. When that person means the world to you and you would do anything to give it to them just to see the smile on their face even for just a second. Or when you make a mistake and you’re willing to put everything on the line to try and make it right, just hoping the other one will forgive you when you think you least deserve it. “I had my doubts about love for quite some time. Thinking I was defined by it when we just create the context ourselves when we find the right person to share that love with. I always believed love would be…”

“Burning red?” Michael smiled, finding the words right out of Luke’s mouth.

“Yeah,” He smiled “But love is not supposed to burn or to hurt. Love is supposed to keep us warm and safe. Love is golden, like daylight”

“But not our old song Daylight,” Ashton said, making everyone laugh “That truly was a mistake”

“But it is part of our history,” Calum added.

“Like heartbreaks and hurt,” Luke chimed in, going back to the original question “But without them, is it even worth feeling anything at all? They’re just passing by until you find the place you want to stay, with the ones you love”

Luke watched with a smile as the other guys answered the rest of the questions, knowing full well that this is where he was meant to be. But there was someone missing.

The car dropped him off first, his friends all saying their goodbyes or see you tomorrow and saying I love you to him before he got out. He cracked his back before he grabbed his bag and made his way to the front door, waving one last time at the guys.

The moment he crossed the door he hung his keys and got rid of his boots. He was about to call your name when a faint mixture of sounds got to him. He frowned as he walked toward the living room, quickly finding you under a pile of blankets, wearing his hoodie and with an arm wrapped around a very sleepy Petunia whose snores were drowned out by the sounds on your phone.

Luke smiled as he shook his head, walking over to his two girls and sliding down next to you, wrapping you with his arms.

“What’ you doing?” He said, kissing you on the cheek “Are you- are you watching 5sos TikToks?”

“What can I say?” You said, turning into his embrace and facing him “You guys are very entertaining”

You ignored the rolling of his eyes as you leaned over to kiss him sweetly on the lips, feeling how he relaxed against you.

“Hi,” You mumbled once you pulled back just enough to have only your noses touching.

“Hi, darling” Luke smiled, kissing you briefly one more time.

“Long day?”

“The longest without you”

“Sap” You giggled, trying to scurry away before his hands found your waist and started to tickle it, but not being able to succeed.

This is what he meant about love. Coming home after a long day and having your laugh be music to his ears. Being able to touch you and kiss you like it was the first time every time. Just relaxing with you on the couch with your dog, watching hours and hours of tiktoks before any of your stomachs started to grumble. Talking about your respective days while you cook dinner together with Fleetwood Mac’s music surrounding the house, listening to all the good and the bad and the ugly, and just being there for each other.

The words “I love you” never made sense to him before you came along. But when you kiss him goodnight and whisper those words to him, he knows them to be true. And when he says them back, he knows he’s falling short. Because a love like that is impossible to describe.

A love like that is golden. A love like that is kind.

So every night he adds:

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getsojaded · 1 year

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non refundable vii | calum hood

a/n: hello & happy new year!! wishing you all the best for 2023. this part is a tad short but i know i kind of left the last little bit on a cliffhanger(-ish) and it’s been a whiiiileee since i updated this so i hope u guys enjoy :)) mwah xo

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Unlocking the door to their shared hotel room, he’s expecting a sleeping Y/N in their bed. But his heart drops once he realizes that there’s nobody in there but their suitcases.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, where did she go?” He whispers to himself, checking the closets and washroom just in case she was hiding. Nobody there. He starts to panic, and runs out of the hotel room and into the elevator, violently pressing the main lobby’s button.

“Can’t this shit go any faster?!” He exclaims, banging his fist on one of the walls of the elevator. After what felt like centuries, the elevator doors opened. Running out and towards the front desk, the workers are quite confused and scared as to why the six foot man with fear written all over his face is rushing to them.

“Have you seen a girl about this tall, wearing glasses? She’s not in our hotel room and I have no idea where she went.” He asks the two women at the desk, out of breath.

“I saw a girl in a green hoodie with glasses leave about an hour ago. She was crying, and I asked her what was wrong and if she needed any help. She said that she got into an argument with her boyfriend, and that she’s going to go look for him. I was going to ask her for her number in case he - I mean - you - came back but she ran off before I could say anything.” She responds.

Green hoodie. Empathy hoodie. That’s his Y/N she’s describing. “Do you have any idea where she went?!” He asks, extremely stressed out, running his fingers through his hair. “No sir, I’m sorry.” And that’s all it takes for Calum to run out of the hotel lobby, into the crisp Japan air.

He has no idea where to start looking for her, but then comes to the realization that he had never turned on his phone.

from m’girl x

calum where are you

it’s late and ur wandering in a city that ur not from at 2 am

im freaking out

baby please

im sorry

i love you too i love you so fucking much i’m sorry just please come back to the hotel

i’m so sorry

His shaking hands click on her contact, bringing his phone up to his ear. The rings are deafening as she doesn’t pick up with each ring. He’s about to end the call and try again, but she picks up on the last ring. “C-Cal?”

He feels a weight come off his shoulders once he hears her voice. “Y/N, baby, where are you?!” His voice cracks, trying to keep his tears at bay. “I-I’m lost. I went to go look for you, b-but I went too far and I d-don’t know where I am. I’m sitting at, I’m sitting at a bench at a p-park, I was waiting here in c-case you’d pass by,” She chokes out in between her sobs, and with each cry, she cuts out a little piece of Calum’s heart. “I love you, Cal. I’m s-so sorry. Please come get me.”

“Send your location, my love. I’m coming, okay? Stay right there, I’m on my way,” His shaky breath responds as he receives a notification from Y/N, sending her current location. “M-my phone’s about to die, Cal please hurr-” and the line cuts off, indicating that her phone is now dead. “FUCK!” he yells out, about to make a run to the location she was currently at. But he stops in his tracks once he hears a petite voice call out for him. “Sir, sir!” He turns around to see one of the ladies at the front desk, holding up a pair of car keys. “I’m not supposed to do this, but it’s really late and you need to find your girlfriend. Take this car, and just park it back where it was before when you get back.” He runs over to the small employee, giving her a hug and thanking her for her help, before getting into the driver's seat and flooring it to her location.

What’s supposed to be a ten minute drive turns into a three minute drive from the speed Calum’s going at, beating every red light he can and not bothering to stop at stop signs. Once he arrives at the park, he doesn’t bother to turn off the car as he puts it in park and runs towards the benches.

“Y/N?!” his broken voice calls out, eyeing each bench with no girl in sight. But there she was, at the last bench, in the green empathy hoodie, knees tucked into her chest, her head looking down.

Her head peeks up at the sound of her name, and sees Calum running towards her. She gets up from her seat and runs as fast as her legs can take her, collapsing into his arms as he holds her as tightly as he can. “I’m so sorry, Calum.” She sobs out, her small body shaking against his as he sways their bodies back and forth. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I love you, it’s okay. Let’s go back, it’s okay.”

The drive back to the hotel was silent, aside from their breaths from crying. Once he had parked the car in its designated spot, the two of them walk back into the hotel lobby hand in hand. Both eyes bloodshot red, with tears staining their whole faces and tired bodies. Calum walks towards the two workers, giving back the car keys. “Thank you so much,” He whispers to them, the two ladies nodding in response. “We’re glad you found her. Take it easy tonight, you two.”

Although Y/N’s confused, she gives the workers a nod and a smile before they both walk into the elevator. She’s clutching onto his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder. She’s afraid if she loosens her grip anymore, he’ll be out of her reach, for good this time.

Calum and Y/N are throwing their arms around each other the moment they unlock the door and kick their shoes off. Just when Y/N thought her tears were over for the night, her uncontrollable sobs are the only thing you hear in their room.

They’re tired, they’re in pain, and they’re in love. As the heavy breathing and sniffles arise, they can’t do anything else but hold each other tighter, making up for the months they weren’t able to have each other close.

“I love you, Cal. I’m so sorry.” She whispers. “I didn’t mean to get lost. I just wanted to find you because I was so worried and you weren’t responding and-“

“Hey, none of that. I’m sorry I even left in the first place. I should’ve let you know where I am and that I was okay. You were just looking out for me, and I love you so much for that.” Calum cuts off Y/N’s rambling. She looks up at him, and he wonders how she still manages to be the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes on — even when there’s tears streaming down her face.

She takes his face in her hands and presses her lips into his, giving him the long awaited kiss he’s been dying for since the moment they arrived. He immediately deepens the kiss, nostalgia, love, and everything in between hitting the both of them all at once. Calum can’t help but slip his tongue in her mouth, and his knees almost buckle at her little whimper of a reaction.

They’ve missed this, God they’ve missed this so much and they’ve never wanted anything more than to be in this moment — holding one another after months of yearning for each other.

Y/N pulls away to catch her breath, Calum’s grip tightening on her waist. She can’t help but giggle at the sudden grabs at her hips, Calum pecking her lips once more. “Can’t let you walk out again, baby.” He jokes, moving his hands up to her face to wipe away her tears.

As Y/N’s about to speak, she lets out a big yawn, and looks at the time right after. “Holy shit, 3 am,” she sighs, walking towards the bed and getting under the covers. “You gonna come join me?” She asks, resulting in Calum immediately jumping into the empty spot next to her, as she snuggles into his side. He wraps his arm around her body, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead.

“It’s been a long day, we need sleep,” she groans, placing her hand on his chest. “Talk tomorrow?”

She feels Calum’s head nod against her body. “A lot to unpack tomorrow. We need all the rest we can get.” He responds, her humming in response. “Goodnight, Cal.” she softly says.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“And Cal?”

“Yeah?”

“I never stopped loving you, either.”

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cal-puddies · 2 years

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He Feels Like Home // Calum Hood

ok... so im writing again... I have a few WIPs, @kindahoping4forever and I are seriously plotting what comes next for daddy's home, and yeah... so as always - cal thanks for being so cute, and Crystal, thanks for the graphic!

You stand at the counter waiting for the coffee to brew. You watch out the window as the rain makes little splashes in the pool water, letting out a relieved breath as thunder rolls overhead, grinning as you watch the lightning dance in the sky. The sound masks the footsteps in the hall, and the lightning keeps you in a trance.

The first realization that he’s even awake is his fingers dancing up your thigh right before he presses against your back and wraps his arms around you.

“It’s storming Darlin, you’re supposed to be extra sleepy.” He murmurs in your ear. You rest your hand on top of his where it’s wrapped around your stomach, “no cold beds on rainy days. That’s your rule.” He whines.

You chuckle a little, and he causes you to shiver by running his fingers up your bare side, “I know Bubba.” You nod.

“Where’d you even find this shirt?” He murmurs, lips pressing against your neck.

“In a backpack in your closet. Why, you want it back?” You tug the bottom of the black cut sleeve.

Calum sticks his arms in through the holes, “absolutely not, looks way better on you than it ever did on me.”

“You only like it because it’s side boob and easy access to your favorite parts of my body.” You turn in his arms and wrap yours around his neck, standing on your toes to kiss him.

His hands sweep down your sides, running around to the back of your thighs, he pulls them up to give your ass a tight squeeze, he smirks because he knows you’re not wearing panties, “baby, every part of you is my favorite part.” He mumbles into the kiss.

“Ok, take me back to bed, handsome.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.” He lifts you off your feet and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“I’m sure it will be.” You both smirk as he turns on his heel and heads for the bedroom. You rest your head against his chest as he carries you. You relish in how strong his body is, never misses a beat when he’s picking you up or having to walk anywhere with you hanging off of him, you both love falling asleep on the couch, cuddled together, you on top of him.

You take the quick opportunity to breathe him in, the faint scent of peppermint soap and tobacco clings to his skin, you both showered and he went out to smoke after the two of you had a nice evening in filled with dirty sex. You let out a little hum as he walks into the room.

“You good?” He chuckles, walking toward the bed to drop you onto the mattress. Only it fails because you don’t let go.

“Oh… you’re coming down with me.” You murmur.

Cal moves to put the both of you down, catching himself at the last second so as not to smoosh you, even though he knows you love his weight on you. When you sleep on your stomach, he’ll typically cuddle you by laying himself over you.

He whispers “hi,” and then kisses you, you let him go and the two of you resituate, practically nose to nose, legs tangled together. Cal’s hands exploring your body like it’s the first time he’s feeling it beneath his palms. His touch is soft, his hands sweep over every curve of your body while you breathe each other in, murmuring little nothings, giggles when his touch tickles. Your fingers trace his tattoos on his chest, you can just barely see them. But you know them well.

His eyes crinkle as he smiles at your little giggles, his fingertips find and trace all of your tattoos as well.

“Do you know why I love you so much?” you ponder quietly.

“Because I'm so handsome… and you were definitely only looking to date the first rock star that looked your way, luckily Ash didn’t see you first.” he chuckles.

You grin and roll your eyes, “While you are handsome, I love you so much because it’s safe to just be me around you. You’re safe.” you shrug, not really meeting his eyes.

His hand comes up to tilt your chin a little to look at him, “You’re home for me.” he murmurs. “I love you, and I’m the best me with you, and i think i make you better too.”

You smile and pull him in for a kiss and roll onto your back. “Why do we only have these talks in the morning?” You chuckle.

Cal moves too, resting his head on your stomach, his body pressed flush with yours. You tangle your fingers in his curls as he looks up at you, “it’s quiet.”

“Yeah… the world is quiet.” You agree in a whisper. You stare off for a bit, gently scratching his scalp. He leaves you be for a while, fingers tracing the tattoo on your forearm.

Next thing you know, your shirt is pushed up, bunched around your ribs and he starts pressing wet, open mouth kisses to your skin. “Come back to me, love.” He murmurs. Your eyes find his, he smiles at you and you move your hands to slide over his shoulders.

“Sorry handsome.” You smile.

“It’s ok baby, early and rainy. I just want you here with me.”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“And I’ll make sure of it.” He grins. His arms come down and wrap around your thighs, his lips press open mouth kisses along them, and he nibbles where your thighs will rub together, making sure he’s remembered when you’re no longer in bed together. He hums as his lips press everywhere but where you want them. “Who’s my pretty baby?” He asks.

You don’t say anything, just arch your back to let him know you want more. He obliges, tongue flicking out over your clit, spreading your lips as he teases you. His tongue glides over your clit in varying pressures for a few minutes until he kisses lower and pushes it inside. “Oh baby.” He murmurs, and you can hear the grin in voice as his tongue laps at the juices it displaced. He tightens his grip on your thighs and his nose nudges against your clit while he licks deeply into you.

Cal could eat all day, and you’d happily let him, some of the best lazy days end up that way. But he had other plans, “love, if you aren’t gonna tell me who my pretty baby is then I’m gonna stop eating this pussy.” He warns.

You let out a little whine and pull him closer to you, but he closes his mouth and does his best to not give you any friction. “Me, I’m your pretty baby.” You breathe, “please Bub.” You mumble.

“As long as you reaffirm that, I’ll keep eating.” He promises, lips pressed to your thigh, soft kisses trailing back to where you want his mouth.

You utter “I’m your pretty baby.” A couple times, and he feigns not being able to hear you, so you speak up, and he goes back to licking into you.

Cal keeps up his end of the bargain, as long as he can hear you uttering the phrase, his mouth doesn’t stop. His lips suck your clit as his tongue caresses into you, one hand is hanging on tightly to your thigh, the other has pushed up your stomach, under your bunched up shirt to massage your breasts, tweaking your nipples.

Your hips buck up to his face, and he lets you, loves knowing he’s making you feel so good. Your hand covers his on your chest and you squeeze over it, “I’m your pretty baby… fuck Cal… pretty baby.” You breathe. You drag your nails up the back of his neck and grip and handful of hair, tugging until he gets the point and makes his way back up your body, you kiss and suck on his neck as he kisses your forehead. He pulls away slightly and nuzzles his nose against yours before pressing your lips together. “Need you.” You moan, sliding your hand down his back, tucking it into his underwear, gripping his ass. He presses his hips to yours and you both moan.

“Need you too.” He groans, scooping his arm around you to sit you up. The two of you work together to get naked and he gently lays you back, reaching over to the bedside table for the lube. He quickly lubes his cock and gently guides himself in before dropping to his forearms on top of you. “Hi.” He chuckles, his lips press to yours in a sweet kiss.

You giggle into his mouth, and the two of you seem to wordlessly decide on a slow pace.

“I like you.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles at you.

“You’re alright… no Ashton but…” you giggle, running your hands down his sides, “and you certainly don’t have an ass like Luke’s.” You tease, squeezing his ass.

“Right back atcha, pretty girl.” He giggles, which sends you into a fit of giggles too.

“But I like what I have.” You wink.

“Lucky for you, Luke isn’t really my type.”

“Very lucky for me, then,” you kiss the tip of his nose, you arch your back into him, “feel so good, m’love.” You moan.

“I can’t even describe how good you feel right now.” He admits, reaching up to swipe hair out of your eyes. He presses soft kisses on your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose. “I should make you pancakes.” He murmurs.

“Someone’s in his feels today…” you grin, pulling your hands slowly up his back, you wrap your arms around his neck.

He gives you a questioning look, “what do you mean?” A soft moan leaves his lips and his hips press further into you.

You arch your back, letting your head fall back as a louder moan comes out of your mouth. Cal’s plump lips kiss along your neck. When you’re coherent again, you look at him, grinning, “you always wanna make me pancakes when you’re in your feels.” You watch his features as he thinks through it.

“Guess you’re right.” He chuckles.

“I’m not complaining,” you smile softly and pull him down for a slow kiss, “if you feel the need to feed me to show love, I’m all for it. I could eat your pancakes anytime.”

“Oh it’s ok for you to want my pancakes anytime, but when I want your pussy anytime…” he giggles.

You roll your eyes, but laugh as well, “have I ever stopped you?” You bite your lip.

Cal shakes his head, “and I hope you never do.” He admits.

You brush his curls out of his eyes, “truth is, I probably love it as much as you do.” You lean up for a kiss and Cal sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a moan.

“I love your sounds… and the way you grab onto me, like I can’t be close enough.” He murmurs to you, hand slipping down your side, gripping your thigh so he can quickly move the two of you onto your sides. He hooks your leg over his hip, and then pulls you against his chest. Your hips work together slowly, but fluidly, bringing you both closer to orgasm.

You move your face close to his ear to moan, and whisper “you can’t be,” as Cal palms your breast. You pull your head back, laying it back on the pillow, both of your breathing shallow, chests heaving together. Cal’s tongue teases across your lips and his hand travels down to grab your ass. He gives it a gentle smack and you grip into his skin. “Calum…” you hum, locking your lips together.

He quickly pulls out of the kiss and lets out a low groan, indicating he’s close. “Can’t hold it Darlin.” He murmurs.

“Right there with ya, handsome.” You breathe.

Cal presses one hand into the small of your back, keeping your body close to his, and uses his other hand to rub your clit, ensuring that if you don’t cum together, you’ll cum close after him.

But he’s misjudged you, you're gripping into him, desperately pulling him in for a kiss and your quiet moans spill into his mouth as you cum. “Oh god.” You moan, sucking his plump lip into your mouth. “Calum.” The whine is so quiet.

He removes his hand from your clit and grabs your ass in both hands, holding you steady so he can finish, you grip one hand into his hair and the other into his skin, and start whispering dirty things to him, “feel so good handsome… lovin your pretty baby so fuckin good.”

Cal groans, his teeth sink into the sensitive spot where your shoulder meets your neck. He sucks while his hips slow, and you feel his cum filling you. You moan into his skin and the two of you rock your hips together until you’ve come down.

He pulls out and briefly rolls onto his back, he watches you roll onto your stomach, you reach over and touch his ribs, grinning at him. He rolls over, half of his body on top of you, lips next to your ear, arm wrapped around you. “I love you.” He whispers, lips grinning against your cheek.

You turn your face into his, “I wanna be naked with you all day, love.” You hum.

He pulls back a little, resting his head on the pillow, nose to nose with you, he brushes hair off your shoulder and neck, “I have no problem with that. I’d love to have you naked all day.” His hand smooths down your back, he grabs the sheet and pulls it over your naked bodies. “Wanna clean up?” He whispers.

“We should, but I’m comfy.” You complain, yawning and stretching your legs out.

“I know, but c’mon pretty baby, I’ll warm ya back up.” He promises.

Cal pulls you against his body, lifting you slightly so your feet end up on top of his, and he holds you tight as he walks the two of you to the bathroom, lips locked with yours. You’re only separated long enough for him to clean both of you up, and a quick bathroom break, and then he’s hoisting you up, carrying you back to bed. He plops you down and turns to reach for a pair of shorts, you know he needs to go take Duke out, but you’d much rather have him in bed with you.

You reach out and smack his bare ass, he laughs and turns toward you, swatting your hand away before stepping into his shorts, “Hey, missy, it’s nice hands today.” he warns.

“I used my nice hands!” you exclaim, “but, thank god for those squats and the way you cheeked up.”

You both giggle and he leans over to you for a kiss. “You want anything while I'm heading that way?” he asks.

“Just more of you.” you grin, gently gripping into his skin and dragging your nails, adding a little lip bite.

“I will be happy to oblige my pretty baby.” he grins back, with a kiss on the forehead he disappears and calls for Duke. You get snuggled back up under the blanket and watch the rain hit the window.

Your eyelids are heavy by the time Cal returns, holding Duke in a towel rubbing his little body to dry him off. Cal sets him down and Duke takes off out of the room, as Cal moves to get in bed, you hold your hand out and one eye open, “it’s nekked time Hood, can’t get in bed if you have clothes on.” You prop your head up in your hand.

“That’s a hard bargain, pretty baby.” He coos, grabbing the waist band and pushing the shorts to the floor.

You watch, admiring his body, you stare up at him, as he moves closer, watching his muscles flex and relax, how lean he looks and the deliciously thick thighs he has, you admire his shoulders, and how broad he looks. You bite your lip, thinking about every little thing his body has ever done for you and imagining some of your favorites… like the time he pinned you up against the wall and ate your pussy. Or any of the several times you’ve watched him jerk off for you, feeling his hot cum spraying across your skin before he relaxes and he uses his fingers to finish you. The way his naked body feels on yours is one of the greatest feelings, the skin on skin, feeling his muscles flex against you, enjoying the few soft parts of him.

“You’re straight up ogling pretty baby.” He murmurs quietly, smirk crossing his face as he’s climbing into bed next to you.

You wait a beat for him to situate and then move in. “There’s a lot to take in.” You whisper, pressing your lips against his bicep. “Nice strong bod, the way you love me, the way you want me… I’m so lucky to have you.” You kiss over to his mid chest, slowly with slightly open mouth kisses before moving your body over his, straddling him.

“Pretty baby, have you seen yourself… I’m the lucky one.” He murmurs, holding your hips as you lean into him, peppering kisses across his shoulders, jaw and neck. His hands slide up and down your back with a light touch, it's soothing and sweet, and makes you wanna love on him more. You trail your lips over his upper body, letting your fingertips linger over his arms and chest. His breathing shallows. “Love, thought you wanted to sleep more.” he chuckles.

You look up at him, stopping your trail of kisses, you lean up and kiss his chin and then a chaste kiss on the lips, and then his nose, “we never discussed more sleep.” you point out, “and I just wanna love on this gorgeous bod while it’s here and not across the world.”

His cheeks tinge pink and he looks away a little bashfully for a beat, he looks back at you and cups your face in his hands, pulling you in for a soft kiss, lips locking together slowly, but purposefully. He gently pushes you away so he can look at you, still cradling your face in his hands, “I’ll never be tired of the way you love me.”

“Good.” A soft smile plays on your lips as the two of you lock eyes.

Cal lets out a content sigh as his fingers fall over your face, you watch his eyes as he tries to memorize you like this, his thumb traces your bottom lip. Your hands come up and each wrap around one of his, eyes still locked. You press a kiss to the tip of his thumb and then pull his hands down so you can kiss over the back of his hands and his knuckles.

“Calum.” You sigh softly, he pulls his hands from yours and pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around you. He enjoys the feel of your breath on his neck, and he gently rolls the two of you onto your sides. He tangles his legs with yours, and then gently pulls you into a soft make out session.

The only things you can hear are the soft pattering of rain on the windows and the breathy little sighs the two of you emit while kissing. All you want is to have him closer, to feel as much of him against your body as you can and he seems to sense that, helping you to pull your bodies flush together. He lets out a little moan of your name and pulls out of the kiss, tucking you tight to his body, you breathe him in, taking a couple extra deep breaths in through your nose. He loosens his grip and instead of being tucked entirely against him, you are more cradled next to him. Your fingertips lightly trace his collarbone and what you can see of his tattoos, and you watch intently, as you move on to trace over the muscles in his arm you think about how much you like being held by him.

“What’s on your mind?” He whispers.

“You… being held by you.” You whisper back, looking up at him.

He lets out a breath, cups your cheek and then presses his forehead to yours. His thumb gently caresses your face, and again you're able to focus on the pattering rain and his breathing, the way his touch is exuding love and the calmness of it all. His lips form a gentle grin, you can feel it even with your eyes closed. “I love you.” He murmurs.

You press your lips to his briefly, nuzzle your nose against his. You turn your body back into his and throw your arm across him.

Cal presses you onto your back, draping himself over you, you hold onto him, he starts to quietly hum and you slip into a peaceful slumber.

When you wake up, Calum is still mostly on top of you, his head is next to yours on the pillow and as you come to, you feel all of him, his little breaths fanning out across your face, the very tight grip he has on you, like if he lets go, you’ll be gone, the weight of his body on top of yours. You realize you’re hanging onto him just as tightly.

You look at his face, his chubby cheek squished against the pillow. His cheeks are slightly pink, you know he's warm. “Pretty baby,” he murmurs.

“You’re awake?” You whisper.

“Yeah, I can feel you staring.” He blinks his eyes open. “Kinda hungry.”

“I could eat.” you admit.

Cal presses his palm against your opposite cheek and pulls you in, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to your cheek closest to him. “Good, let me make you some food.”

He gets up and pulls his shorts back on and picks out a T-shirt for himself, he looks at you, lingering in bed under the covers. He walks to the closet, his fingers sweep over the fabric of his flannels and his hoodies, trying to find the right one for you to wear.

He tugs a hoodie off the hanger and comes over to the bed, you finally sit up and stretch your arms up, once you relax, he pulls it over your head, and helps you get your arms through the sleeves. You hug your arms around yourself, “so soft.” You grin.

He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, “it’s brand new, part of the new merch. I’ve only been wearing it around for you, so it smells like me when I’m gone.” He murmurs. He gently tugs your hand and you crawl into his lap.

“I almost forgot you’re leaving soon.” You admit, tucking your face in his neck and holding tight to him.

He squeezes you back, whispers “I know, I ruined it,” and then he whisks you off the bed and down the hall.

Cal starts to work on the pancakes, getting out the bowl and what he needs to make them, as a last second thought he grabs his phone and turns some music on. You start the coffee and get some fruit out and start cutting it up until Cal slides his hand up your thigh.

“Dance with me, pretty baby.” He murmurs in your ear while taking the knife from you. He spins you into him and you both giggle. His one hand stays wrapped around yours, and the other presses into the small of your back, pressing you flush against him.

He briefly presses his forehead to yours before pulling back to serenade you. It lasts for a song or two, spinning and swaying around the kitchen, pressed together, music barely louder than the rain and thunder. But when he feels your stomach growl against his, his cups your face in both hands, “ok, I gotta feed you, love.” He murmurs , pulling back to look you in the eyes.

And as suddenly as you were in his arms, you're back to working next to each other. You glance over at him, watching him for a bit, he doesn’t even notice until you wrap your arms around his middle, “so nice to be home with you.” You murmur.

Cal sighs in relief, wrapping his arm around you, a big grin adorning his face, it’s the first time you’ve called his place home. He kisses the top of your head, “no place i’d rather be, pretty baby.”

#calum hood #calum smut #5sos #5 seconds of summer #cass #5sos smut #she's writing again #he feels like home #it's a Taylor lyric #I guess this could be #morning series

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ghost-of-you · 7 months

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I Can’t Remember line of “so we made her wait” and that post about Calum getting complimented on cologne (that he got at Ashton’s house) by a girl that was also at Ashton’s house with Calum and presumably Ashton (although, maybe Calum decided to go to Ashton’s house, rather than his own that’s about 5 minutes away, without Ashton for reasons unknown and Ashton was at like Michael’s house). They’re so codependent they cannot just pick up and take a girl home alone, everything is a group activity with them. It’s all coming together now (you know that emperor’s new groove meme? That’s what I’m thinking of)

(Again, this is all a joke, nobody think I’m being serious)

im sorry but the idea of Calum taking someone back to Ashton's place while Ashton is not there is sending me oskaoksoaksokasokasokaosk

#asokaoskaoskaoskoaskkoaskoaksas #i was asked #anon 😌#everything can be a group activity lol

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cutecherrygirl · 7 months

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Hi so um, this is my first time writing 5sos imagine so dont expect anything good lol but ill try

Cats over dogs

Plot: you and Luke have been dating for 3 years but then broke up due to Him cheating on you with Sierra 🙄😒. But in those 3 years yiu guys have raised a dog named Petunia. And you raised her during covid so...lets just say she is very attached to you and is used to you being around, and Sierra just came put of nowhere and now Petunia misses you and is sick, doesn't want to eat, sleep, or drink. She just sits by the door and wait for but but u are not allowed to come anymore. But seeing Petunia like this breaks Luke's heart so he decided to do some changes.

Warnings: smut lol and cursing.

You woke up by the most annoying sound in the world, alarm. You whined and turned it off "for fucks sake" you cursed and sat up, you took your phone in your hands and check the time, it was 8:00 a.m. you rolled your eyes and tossed the phone on the bed. Today is a special day, for Michael, hes having a baby shower abd you happened to be invited, you and Michael are good friends but the reason the invitation shocked you is because you broke up with Luke.

You stand up and walk to the bathroom to do your morning routine then went to the kitchen to make yourself coffee. You made a plat to complete ignore the individual that chested on you and his unidentified new chick and just focus on your friends and Calum. After drinking your coffee you went back to your room and jump on bed, you decided to relax as if you didn't just wake up.

Suddenly your phone started ringing so you pick up "Michael Clifford, its 8:25 a.m, what is it?" You said annoyed "look y/n, Luke is going to attend the baby shower and I dont want you guys to fight" I sighed "Michael, tell him that...not me..Im planning on ignoring him" I said honestly but Michael Did liked that so he hang up. Michael hates when something doesn't go in harmony or according to his stupid plans.

It was almost time to go so you started getting ready, you dressed up in this

You let your hair fall over your shoulders Because why not, and you put on some parfeum to smell good for....well.... everyone except for Luke. You then grabbed your Dior purse and walked out of the house before locking the door for safety reasons. Then you drove to Michael's and Chrystal's house.

When you arrive you walked over to the front porch with bag in your arms. Chrystal opened the door "Hiii!" She saud exited and hugged you "omg hii!!" You hugged her back and handed her the gift which was mostly baby toys, some gummy worms for Michael and cookies for Chrystal. You two had a minni gossip part on your own before finally entering the house. You greeted everyone and Calum was last to be greeted "Hey" he said and you rolled your eyes "hey" "I like your hat"Calum said after looking at you up and down "but im not wearing any hat" you said confused "exactly" then he left.

After few minutes, you already ate half of the cake, few minu pizza's and glass of water, no alcohol tonight 🤭. You were just chatting with Michael 's mom and tried avoiding all the personal questions she was asking when all of a sudden you felt something wet on your leg "Ugh exuse me!" You said and turned around seeing Petunia, you literally started crying and kneeling down and hugging her "omg my baby" you patted her and Petunia wiggled her tail, you couldn't help but noticed somone watching you from the corner of your eye, you looked and it was Luke, your mood instantly changed from happy to not very happy. Petunia ran to Luke cuz her called her and you stand up as he walked towards you "Hey".

You decide to walk away from him but he grabbed your arm "lets talk" he said "we dont have anything to talk about Luke" you said but he didn't agree with that statement "of course we do" he pulled you towards him so you were facing him "Let go of me" you said angry but he shook his head "I brought Petunia here so u can see her and this is how you repay me?" He asked "Luke, you cheated on me with that woman" you reminded him before seeing a ring on his finger "wow...you even married her" you said as tears started to form in your eyes "remember when you promised me we will get married Luke? Where did that go? Oh wait I know, in the trash can!!!" You screamed before pulling your arm away from him and walking away.

You were on the tarace era with Cherry cola in your hand and cigarette in other. You were sad but very mad as well. "Hey" A voice behind you suddenly said "Hey Ash" you replied and he patted your shoulder " are you ok?" He asked you before taking the cigarette out of your mouth and into his own, you chunkled "not really" he shook his head and you talked for awhile. Since he brought Whiskey you two got a bit drunk and started talking nonsense. You giggled as he caressed your back while telling you about his fishing adventures, he then placed his hands on your waist and caressed it with his thumbs, while you took another sip of the drink. Then you both started feeling very deep tension and in that moment you just needed to feel his lips on yours or you would go crazy, so you leaned in, first watching his reaction and when you saw he started leaning in as well the door suddenly opened.

You both looked at each other annoyed and then at the door, it was Luke with Petunia following him "What is going on?" He asked "dude cmon" Ashton said annoyed before grabbing your hand "lets go somewhere else" you nodded but Luke stopped you "wait...Y/n...can you like be with Petunia for a bit before we go home "he asked you and you looked down at Petunia"fine" you said and Ashton walked out. You took of your heels and laid on bed, Petunia laid next to you and cuddles up to you and Luke laid behind Petunia.

It was quite, awkwardly quite. Petunia fell asleep and you were patting her "She's so cute" you said and Luke nodded. You couldn't Help but noticed Luke was watching you carefully "Luke, stop starting at me for fucks sake" you whispered so u dont wake Petunia up "sorry you're just so pretty and-" You interupted him "either take your cringe ass out the door or be quite" you warmed him before looking up at him for the first time since he entered the room. After few more minutes you decide to talk "Luke..why did you cheat on me with her? Just why? Is she really that better than me? Or is it just because you like older women" you waited for the answer"it was just an affair....but I never stopped loving you" "oh fuck off you moron, you literally married her" you rolled your eyes trying to keep your eyes from getting watery "Im sorry...."you heard his voice crack, no matter how mad you were at him you hated seeing him cry "Don't cry" you said "I just, I literally made the biggest mistake ever, she doesn't even cook good" you gently moved Petunia to lay on your place and you layed om hers next to Luke, You wrapped your arms around his torso and carresed his golden locks "don't cry" you whispered in his ear and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, taking in your scent.

You stayed like that for awhile before you felt him place his hands on your leg and caressing it with his thumb, you enjoyed it because his hands were soft and warm. You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck amd gave him little kiss there he then pulled you closer and moved his hand from your leg to your bum pushing it slightly so your hips would brush against his,you let out a breathy moan as your heat brushed against his hard well yk, you then placed your leg over his hip and he thrusted his hips into yours and you but your lip. Every move he made was gentle, slow and sensual, your brain was telling you to stop him but your mind and heart were telling you to kiss him and continue, since everyone always say to listen to your heart you did just that. You looked up at him and he looked back at you moved hair from his face behind his ears, placed your hands on his cheeks and kissed him, he of course kissed you back full of lust and passion. He then placed you on your back and got on top of you with his hips still grinding against yours "you have no idea how long ive dreamed of doing this again, touching you again, kissing you again" he whispered in your ear before biting it gently and kissing your neck, you threw your head back "fuck Luke" You moaned out quietly, after making sure he left few visible marks he wrapped his fingers around your neck and kissed you roughly, he ran his hand down to your cleavage, he tuck his finger inside it before ripping your dress in two pieces, you couldn't care less to be honest , as long as you had Luke 😜. He tossed it to the floor and you helped him take off his blouse and pull down his pants, he then slide down his boxers and your underwear and got ready. He leaned down at you and pecked your lips and you opened your legs wider, he layed his forehead on top of yours "I dont have condom"he said and you blinked "you can pull out" you told him but he wasn't having it, "oh look, there's one on the floor" He randomly found condom on the floor, you didn't really care that much, he opened ot and put it on the went back to the position he was in, he slid himself inside of you and you moaned "oh my god" quietly of course "shhh" he told you and bit down on your shoulder then started moving his hips, you started getting desperate and moving your hips as well "fuck Luke go faster, please just go fucking fast" you whined which made him twitch inside of you and going faster and harder, he gripped the bed board behind you and leaned down to kiss you, while you made out he grabbed your bum and lift it up in the air then continued to pound into you like that, you completely lost yourself and started crying out in pleasure and Luke was enjoying every second of it, when you two finally came at the same time he layed down on top of you and you both were breathing heavily and were sweat as fuck, he kept giving your shoulder mini kisses which you liked alot.

You then dressed up, you found a new dress under the rug and walked out just in time to reveal gender and it was a girl yay.

#5sos #luke hemmings #5sos luke #luke 5sos

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sorry to disappoint you but the first fic i read from you was indeed S14, im pretty sure WB was the second one. i was hesitant to read it, bc i find that this topic is usually dealt with rather insensitively - at least in my experience

so when i read PT, i remember reading ‘It’s not his fault preacher Clifford’s son was cute and…’ but i didn’t think much of it. i kept reading the fic, then i was like… ‘wait a fucking minute’ and scrolled back up to see if i read this right. i tried to see if that fic was part of a series, i know some authors who write stories in the same universe and decided to create a series, but i couldn’t find it. then calum was talking abt ashton being high and crashing the car, then ashton saying he didn’t want the people from the town knowing they were gay bc of what happened last time and i was like omg!! it’s the WB guys!!

so yeah, bc of that, in my mind the characters were aged up. i thought the story was set in at least a couple of years after WB

i loved cashton’s dynamic sm, calum seemed to know ashton like the back of his hands, which reinforced the idea that they’ve been together for a long time. their dynamic did seem healthier

also, i felt like ashton’s personality was the one that changed the most from WB. it felt like ashton was more carefree in WB, more giggly, whereas in PT he’s quieter and more, idk, tame (?? im not an english speaker so idk if im explaining it well)

also i read the deleted fic (i don’t remember the name, sorry!!) so i know that luke became part of their relationship! i never really thought about whether or not ashton would tell him what happens but after reading your porn industry fic (i also forgot the name sorry) i imagine him wanting to tell luke, calum making sure he actually wants to tell him and not that he thinks he owes him to him. ashton does choose to tell luke in the end

also i imagine that after that, when they have sex, luke always ask if ashtons okay with what’s he doing. he obviously asked before, but in my mind it’s kinda like, yes he wanted ashton’s consent, but also he wanted to make sure he was being good, not disobeying calum and him, whereas now he asks more bc he wants to be sure ashton is a 100% okay with luke touching him, and bc ashton told him he liked it when luke asked (this came to me bc of cards are dealt by elivigar lol)

i also have a whole headcanon about michael never coming out and getting engaged to a girl bc he’s convinced he can change the way he feels about boys (this came to me while i was reading and alien blues was playing lmao) but you did not ask to get into all that

also you mentioned that you wrote PT bc you wanted to write non emo porn: i love your emo porn fics. i think they’re amazing

anyways, have a good day!!

ok here's me trying to answer this ask a 2nd time

Absolutely devastating trying to remember what I said the first time around but it was along the lines of:

That's not disappointing at all, don't be sorry!! Like I said, y'know, S14 is usually what people read from me first! It's what I'm known for. It's pretty crazy to think about a shift from S14 to WB though. That's a massive tonal change.

I understand there being hesitance to read a story like this!! It's a heavy topic that, I agree, is often times not handled with the most tact. And even though I do my best, I definitely think there's ways I can improve with my own content regarding this subject (bc I do write a decent amount of stories about it). I think a lot of people fall into the habit of writing SA as a sort of taboo which it's really not that glamorizes the trauma of victims. And so whenever I write about this subject, I try really hard not to do that. But it's definitely not an easy topic to write about!! I spent most of the writing process for WB feeling absolutely miserable sdfghjk. And I went back and forth a lot on if i actually wanted to post it or not.

I think that the characterizations from WB and PT are vastly different. Because I wrote PT first, I had a really specific cashton dynamic in it that was really just used as a sort of... comedic relief alongside some porn at the end lol and so I didn't think much about them. And then I got very interested in their backstory and went a lot more in depth in WB, obviously, and their characterizations changed A Lot, especially Ashton's. Now, considering he's 22 (I think) in WB and then 26 in PT, it makes sense that he'd be different and more mellowed out - and quieter/tame, like you said!! I also think it's a lot to do with Ashton's personality in WB being heavily influenced by his career path. He's got really big aspirations and it makes him act louder and bolder and with less care for the consequences. He's just kind of having fun, y'know, and is rather under the impression that no one can truly hurt him. He's sort of living in this disillusioned world that he can protect himself from anything because he's going to be some bigshot lawyer. And then, of course, an event like that happens and makes it so that his world view is really altered because he realizes that justice is Not on his side, and will probably never be on his side. And he doesn't want to be part of a system that can't truly save people. And I think that would definitely make sense as to why he's more withdrawn as he ages; he's found a little piece of safety and doesn't need to stray from it. And also, if you're with a guy for four years, and you have a past like that, there's probably not a lot of pressure to put on a show for him anymore. I don't know if Ashton ever started painting his nails again though. I always think that he realized drawing attention to himself was more a danger than a luxury. Because I do think there is a lot of subconscious blame that he puts on himself for what happened.

And oo, a little intertextuality !! i love intertextuality in fic it's my favorite thing ever!!! My porn fic was Portable Player!! She's my fave <33 I think i say a lot of fics are my favorite but... PP is my fave. she has my whole heart <33 And I do think that - while there will never be a requirement to share any intimate parts of yourself like that with a partner - there is a lot of safety in telling the people you love. And I also think WB Ash would tell Luke. because he would want to share that. i dont think he ever told anyone else outside of calum, to be honest. I've definitely written the scene in my head a bunch but never on paper.

and also shoutout to you for referencing my all time fave scene in an Anna fic ever. yeah, that scene Fucks Me Up. And I do think would apply to this circumstance as well.

i love hearing abt fic headcanons. It's really really nice to think about fics existing in people's minds outside of what happens on screen y'know?? like it's a real story to you. that's fucking incredible. everything I could hope for it to be. and i didn't ask but i always love hearing people talk. sometimes readers have better ideas for my own fics than i could ever have !! Also, speaking of michael, i always had in my mind, when i daydreamed about this universe, that michael would come to where Ash and Cal live now and he would See them for the first time in, like, five years. and of course calum would be a wreck (not in a bad way), y'know, and Luke wouldn't have any clue what's going on (probably a lot of "who's that? what's happening?"). so, in my mind, that was the sort of... shoe drop moment that made ashton go "I should talk to you about this because it's important for you to know." and I also just like the idea of michael & calum reuniting and seeing each other alive and healthy. and then ashton & luke sharing this moment that ofc would matter sm to Luke. because, i mean to be told something like that by a loved one really is so important and it shows such trust. and i dont think it should ever be taken for granted.

and thank you for liking my emo porn fics lol!! i do love writing them and I'm always really happy when people love reading them <33

thank you so so much for this, truly <3

#pigeon #did i blabber enough #did i blabber too much #did i blabber the perfect amount #is this #nsft #will be #anon #i hope this was all... ok to say #idk why it wouldnt be but #im always on edge abt this kind of thing lol #even though it is... my fic #always waiting for that 'isnt ur character a little fucking questionable' ask to pop back up sdfghj #thank u sm for saying all this seriously #sigh it's a real privilege to hear people talk about My fics y'know #it will never lose its impact for me #like holy shit!! you read this thing i wrote??? and you have THOUGHTS about it??#fuck!

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5sosxqueen · 1 year

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Luke Appendicitis

< Part 1 , ~Part 2~

I totally kept up with the updates last week... 😅 Welp, I'll be posting three today. (All Luke. Hope you guys like him!)

Warnings: surgery, hospitals, minor descriptions of the surgery

Written in 2018

Published (Wattpad) - Jan 28, 2018

Word Count: 1628

Updates are every Tuesday and Thursday

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!

Part 2:

Michael's POV:

"SOMEBODY HELP US!" I was the worst kind of mess as I carried a, seemingly lifeless, Luke into the ER, Aston, Matt, and Calum not far behind me. "PLEASE, WE NEED MEDICAL ATTENION!" A couple nurses instantly ran over with a gurney and told me to lay him down.

"One of you needs to tell us what happened." One of the nurses told us while the other looked him over. Luke was beyond pale with a hint of green to his face, a sheer layer of sweat that glistened in the lighting, semi dried blood plastered onto his face and shirt, and his was hair disheveled.

"He's showing signs of appendicitis. I've had it... But I noticed he has redness and swelling on the left side of his abdomen, rather than the right. How is that possible? I thought the appendix is always on the right." Ashton informed them. The nurse checked Luke's stomach and sure enough, it was just as he had said.

"Ok we need to get him back right now! Page Dr. Moore." One of the nurses anounced to the other as rhey rushed him into the back. We were told to have a seat in a private waiting room and wait for his prognosis.

We had been really quiet for what seemed like forever. 10 minutes later I spoke up through silent tears. "Do you think he's going to be ok. I don't want anything to happen to him..."

"He will be fine Michael. Remember Ash has been through this as well and he's fine." Calum said wrapping me into a hug as I quietly sobbed into my hands.

"I'm so scared Calum... He looked so lifeless." I could no longer hold it in, I was bawling loudly by this point. He started rocking me back and forth slightly. I felt Ashton throw his arm around me and Matt's gental touch on my shoulder.

"It's ok to be scared Mikey, but he will be ok. Just breathe buddy." Matt cooed. We all stayed in that position until we heard a familiar name being called.

"Family for Hemmings. Are you guys here for Hemmings?" We all nodded. "Ok, are all of you his brothers?" Once again we all nodded. "Very well," he said with a smile. "Well we have confirmed your suspisions on it being appendicitis, but Luke also has something called Situs Inversus. Now, there are two subtypes of this disease. There is one called dextrocardia, which is where a persons organs are a complete mirror image of that of a you and I and there's another one called levocardia, which the heart is on the left, but the other organs are reversed, which is what Luke has. Depending on whether or not his appendix has burst, he could be in surgery for 30 minutes to a couple of hours. He will need to stay here for a few days to recover, however if it has ruptured he could be here anywhere from 1 week to a month, depending on whether his body develops an infection. We need one of you to sign these consent papers to perform the appendectomy." Matt reached for the papers and signed them before handing them back. The doctor nodded, rapidly retreating back into the double doors.

Another nurse came out and led us to another waiting room. We had been talking for a while and after 30 minutes had come and gone, we we're getting really worried. "It's been 45 minutes..." Calum stated looking at us with clear worry on his face. "You guys think it ruptured?"

"Unfortunately, I think it's highly likely, but it's also only been 15 minutes so we can't fully go based off of that speculation." Ashton reminded him. Another 15... "Shit." He said looking at his phone.

"So more than likely, his appendix did rupture." I added and everyone agreed. "I'm going to go see if there are any updates. I'll be back." I walked over to a reception desk nearby. "Excuse me, I'm not trying to be impatient, but it's been an hour since my friend has gone back for an appendectomy. Have you heard anything?"

"What is his name sir?" The attendant asked me.

"Oh sorry..." I smirked at my forgetfulness. "Luke Hemmings."

"Ohh... I thought I recognised you... I just didn't want to jump to conclusions." She said happily. "Oh, um, it says here that his appendix has ruptured. He's still in surgery Michael."

"Damnit... Ok thank you ma'am." I said with a sigh as I walked back to the eager boys.

"Any news?" Matt asked, beating the other two boys to the punch.

I sighed. "It's not good... His appendix did rupture. How long has it been now?"

"It's only been about 5 minutes... So an hour and 5 minutes since he's gone in." Calum explained. "Well would anyone like something to eat or drink? It's about to be 7:30am."

"Yes please, coffee and surprise me." I said. I don't normally drink coffee, but since I've been up since around 2am I need it desperately.

"You know what I like Calum, thanks." Ashton said, slowly falling asleep on Matt's shoulder.

"Just a coffee for me, thanks Calum. We will let you know if we bear anything." Matt responded.

Calum walked out of the waiting room and went down to the cafeteria while we sat in wait. Calum came back up after 20 minutes. "Matt, here is your coffee. Michael, I brought your coffee and a chicken salad for you."

"You trying to tell me something, huh, Cal-Pal?" I chuckled out giving him a huge grin.

"No, shut up Michael." He said playfully smaking my arm. "Ash, I brought you a parfait and a coffee. You look like you could use some as well." Ash nodded and we all thanked him once again. We ate our probable brunch within 10 minutes.

"It's almost been 2 hours guys. He should be out soon." No sooner than Ashton saying that, the man we assumed to be Dr. Moore reentered the room and appeared before us.

"Hello guys, I believe I hadn't properly introduced myself earlier. I'm Dr. Moore." He shook all of our hands. "So I'm not sure if you had heard, but Luke's appendix had ruptured. The laparoscopic appendectomy had taken much longer due to massive amounts of puss that we had to clean before we could suture the incision. He is in recovery now and you may see him, but you need to be wary of his stomach for a while. He is asleep for the moment and when he wakes up we will move him to a private room for observation. Now if you folks will follow me..." He turned around and started walking toward the double doors. He led us back to the post-surgery room and we all gathered around Luke cautiously and waited for him to open his eyes.

"Mmmmn..." Luke slowly opened his eyes and started looking around. "What- what happened?"

"Your appendix burst buddy." Ashton told him.

"So they cut me open..." He said making a disgusted face. "I feel so violated." Luke was still very loopy from the anesthesia. It made all of is chuckle.

"How do you feel though." Matt asked rubbing his hand through his hair.

"Very happy..." He said making the goofiest face. I covered my mouth turning around and busted up laughing, nearly falling to my knees from lack of oxygen. He turned to Calum. "What's funny Cally poo?" He was confused about my laughing, but his nickname for Calum only made me die. My damn sides hurt like hell.

"Boy, do I wish I had my camera..." Ashton said wiping a tear that was escaping his eye from cracking up. "This is gold... Oh my gosh... Huh. Glad to have you, somewhat, back Lukey."

"I think we should try asking him when he's a little more alert. What do you guys think?" Calum said through a teethy grin.

"Definitely." I said as I gained composure.

"I'm tired guys." Luke said as his eyelids started drooping.

"Go to sleep bud. We will be here when you wake up." He nodded and instantly fell asleep. I felt the sting of tears in my eyes again. I pressed my palms into them.

"Awe Mikey, what's wrong?" Calum walked over to me and threw an arm around me.

"He's going to be ok... I'm just so thankful he is alive. I was so worried." Everyone came over to me and enveloped me in a hug.

"We told you he'd be ok Michael." Ash said rubbing my hair.

Luke woke up an hour later and looked at all of us. "Hey bud, how are you feeling?" Matt asked again.

"I feel a bit sore, but my stomach no longer feels like it's being torn open... What happened?"

"Well that's ironic isn't it? You had your appendix taken out." Ashton said.

"Oh. So you were right then. Well I'm feeling a lot better now. How long do I have to be here?" Luke asked just as Dr. Moore walked in.

Luke ended up staying in the hospital for a week with no infection. He was almost back to his perfectly happy, healthy self, he was just a bit sore from the surgery. The stitches we're removed before leaving the hospital. He was really excited to get out and eat pizza and perform for his fans once again.

"Hello Luke, I'm Dr. Moore." He shook Luke's hand. "I can answer your question on how long you will be here. Since you had a rupture, you are going to be staying here for at least one week under observation. We will be checking your temperature periodically along with having you hooked up to telemetry. Hopefully you don't develop any infection." Luke nodded and soaked the information in. "Now that you are awake we can get you into your room so you can rest." We we're all able to walk with them as they transferred him to his room. Luke was already starting to fall asleep on the way there.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #emeto #calum 5sos #vomit sickfics #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos

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lovesosweeet · 5 months

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three chapters in one night what is HAPPENING ?? i have so many things to say first off obviously i wanted the chemo to have helped orion and im so upset they didn’t?? esp cause calum doesn’t even know!! and then michaels text had me almost bawling fr like 😭😭 everything is falling apart and im on the edge of my seat waiting to see if you put it back together again or if your gonna end this on pure heartbreak (and for some reason i’m predicting the second option, pls be gentle.)

i spent 6 hours in the car this weekend so i went a little crazy 🫣 brief explanation of what’s to come: happy heartbreak. WE ARE ALMKST TO A V EMOTIONAL BUT HAPPY CHAPTER! 2-3 more and you’ll all hate me a little less. 🫶🏻 ty as always for reading!!!

#blu #better left unsaid #calum hood fic

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imjusttryingtolivemylife1 · 10 months

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Michael: Depressed

TRIGGER WARNING

This story mentions suicide, and depression. Read at your own risk.

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Michael’s life was going great. Touring with his band was the best feeling ever, considering how far they had come. His bandmates were his best friends, and he had a wonderful girlfriend, who didn't just use him for his money.

He was happy all the time. He loved his bandmates, and his girlfriend more than anything else in the world. He loved his fans, and twitch streaming was his favourite hobby.

His life was perfect. He couldn’t ask for anything better.

Until that night.

It was January 19th, 2019. (this date is just made up :))

Him and Abigail were going to dinner. He had been planning their date for weeks, and couldn't be more excited. He checked himself, and fixed himself in the mirror. He looked at the ring once more, and tucked it into his inside pocket.

It was the night he had been waiting for forever. He hoped she would say yes, and he was sure she would. They loved each other more than anything. But the nerves were still there.

His phone buzzed, and a message from her appeared on the screen.

‘Hey Mikey, can we reschedule? Im not feeling well :(‘

He read the text a couple times before responding. Yes he was excited, but to him, she mattered more than anything to him. I guess the proposal would have to wait.

‘Of course baby. Do you need anything?’

‘Im okay, thanks’

And with that, his amazing date-to-be was canceled. He had to wait a little while longer to claim his soon-to-be fiance. He had everything planned out.

He sighed, and called the restaurant to cancel the plans. He was a little disappointed, but he'd be fine. He decided to stream for a little while to get his mind off things.

He was only live for a few short minutes when the comments started coming in.

“Ew ,why does he look like that?” someone said

“Looks like someones been eating too much XD”

“Bruh, go get a tan lmao”

He shut off the stream. He decided to go see what everyone else was up to. He walked into the living room of the boys' shared flat. The boys were all playing FIFA.

“Oooooo Hey Mikey!” Luke exclaimed.

“Hey guys.” Michael sat on the couch beside Ashton

“Are you ready for your date tonight? To Propose! Wait, that's tonight right?” Ashton questioned, confusing himself

“It was, but not anymore. Abigail canceled. I guess she's not feeling well enough to go” Michael sighed.

“Oh really? I'm so sorry.” Ashton replied.

“You guys wanna go to- I don't know, somewhere?” Ashton added, seeing Michaels sad expressions.

“Oooo We should go to the steakhouse! I love steak!” Luke practically yelled.

“Okay. Michael, is that okay” Ashton wanted to make sure he wanted to first. It's no fun trying to have fun with someone who doesn't want to have fun.

“Yeah. That sounds great actually” Michael smiled. This night was going to be great after all.

“Okay we’ll leave in 20” Ashton said, leaving the room to shower.

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They all loaded into Michael's car, and headed to the steakhouse. It wasn't a far drive , and shouldnt take them that long.

When they arrived, they had to wait for about 10 minutes. It was a popular place, and was really busy. He was still a little disappointed remembering the ring, but he was excited to have fun with his best friends.

They walked in, and the waiter sat them in a booth, Michael sat by Luke, and Calum by Ashton. The waiter asked them what they wanted to drink.

Luke ordered a Coke.

Ashton ordered a Tea

Calum ordered a Tea

Michael ordered a water, remembering the twitch comments from earlier.

“I thought you thought water was gross?” Ashton questioned.

“Eh, I don’t drink enough” Michael replied, adding a fake half laugh for effect.

The waiter came back with the drinks, and got their orders.

They all ordered Steak, except Luke who ordered chicken tenders.

“You're such a child” Michael laughed

They started talking about upcoming shows and touring. They created a set list, and opening songs. By the time they had finished, Michael was more insecure than before. And it wasn't anyone's fault.

Was he really good at singing? Or did everyone feel bad for him?

Does he actually belong in the band?

‘I bet their looking to replace me’ Michael told himself.

He felt useless all the sudden.

Did his best friends hate him?

He was pathetic. Fucking pathetic.

The waiter came back with their food. Everyone started eating, except michael. Who just sat there, staring at his steak.

Nobody mentioned it though. They knew he was upset, and they didn't want to upset him anymore. He sat there and picked at his food, taking a bite every so often.

“Who’s up for ice cream? I could use a banana milkshake!” Ashton laughed.

“What kind of question is that? I love ice cream!” Luke chimed in

“Of course you would. You're literally a 5 year old.” Calum laughed

“Am not”

“Are too”

“Am not”

“Oh my god. You're both children, grow up’ Ashton interrupted, followed by all three of the boys laughing.

The waiter brought the check. Ashton paid, and they all left.

They drove to get ice cream, about 15 minutes away from where they were. The whole ride was all the boys, including Michael who cheered up a bit at this point, blasting sgfg and singing along. There was some dancing, except from Michael, who was busy driving.

Once they had arrived at the ice cream place, they all went inside to order. Ashton of course ordered a Banana Milkshake, and Luke got Cookies and Cream. Calum got Mint Chocolate Chip, and Michael got Chocolate Ice Cream.

Then it happened.

They were walking out of the store, which was crowded by the way, and then he saw her.

Who was she with?

“Abi-” He started, when the guy leaned down and kissed her.

His heart shattered.

“Michael? What's wron-” Ash stoped mid sentence. He saw it.

“Come on.” He grabbed Michaels arm and brought him twarts the car.

They got in the car. Ashton decided to drive, and convinced Michael to sit in the back with Calum.

As soon as they got in the car, Michael burst into tears.

The love of his life- His whole life, just betrayed him.

He couldn't believe it. He cried. He couldn't talk. He couldn't breathe. He just cried.

It was a silent ride home. The only sound made was Michael's brief sniffles and sobs in the background.

They got home, and Michael just went to his room. He laid there. He just laid there. For hours, and cried.

Then he had to go to the bathroom. He was too sad, so he just held it.

How could he not have seen this coming?

He thought she loved him.

Because he loved her. And so he thought she loved him.

He cried off and on for a few hours. He tried not to think about her, he really did, but every single second, all he saw was her kissing him.

He continued to try to think of ways to make himself feel better. All the advice he’d ever given, or had been given. Then he remembered.

Ashton told him once that when he was younger, he would cut his arms with a razor. It helped him feel better.

Maybe he could do that.

Or maybe he shouldn't.

But maybe he could try.

He looked at the posters above his head. Almost all of them had pictures of the band. He took one of the pins out of the corner, letting the poster fall slightly.

He stared at it for a minute, not knowing if what he was doing was right. Maybe it would help.

He pressed the tip of the pin against the bottom of his wrist. He pushed it in slightly, feeling the pain of the tip stabbing him. He slowly pulled across his wrist, wincing in pain. He continued to drag it over the entirety of his wrist. He slowly made a few more going up his arm. Then he stopped.

He looked at wrist. What had he just done. He had purposely hurt himself.

Maybe he should tell someone.

Or maybe he shouldn't.

He stared at the blood dripping down his wrists. He didn’t cry anymore. He couldn’t.

He checked the time on his phone. It was 3:27 am.

Well. It's been around 6 hours, and nobody bothered to check on him.

He sighed. He needed to go to the bathroom. After about 10 minutes of trying to get the energy, he shakily stood up and walked to the bathroom. He flipped on the lights and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look good. He went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and walked back to his room. He climbed back into his bed and stared at the ceiling. He soon fell asleep.

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He awoke a few hours later. Or that's what he thought, before he checked the time. He flipped his phone on, and the numbers read 4:30 pm.

“Jesus” he said out loud.

After laying there for a few minutes, He got up and went to the bathroom. Getting up was a little easier this time.

He then walked out to the living room. The boys were sitting in the living room playing FIFA.

Michael felt left out. He knew why they didn’t bother him, and quite honestly, he was glad they didn’t. He wanted to be alone anyway. Then he remembered.

His wrists. He looked down to make sure they were still covered, which they were. He sighed and walked into the living room. The three boys turned to look at him, all at once.

“The zombie has risen!” Ashton exclaimed, earning a slap by Calum.

“Be nice” Calum playfully scolded.

Ashton rolled his eyes. “Wanna play?”

“No thanks. I just came to get some water.”

“Okay.. If you need anything, let us know” He frowned

“Yep” and with that, he grabbed a water bottle and went back to his room.

He sat on his bed. He couldn't do this, his chest hurt. He felt horrible.

He felt unloved.

He felt his world come crashing down. His girlfriend never gave a shit about him. Why was he even in this fucking band. He didn’t deserve what he has. The fans, the friends.

Or maybe he didn't have any. Maybe his friends just felt bad for him. The fans probably didn't like him either. Why would they? He was just some lazy fuck up whose life doesn’t matter to anyone.

He let out a choked sob as he felt the tears on his cheeks. He didn’t even realise he’d been crying. He laid down and buried his face into his pillow.

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He didn’t remember it, but he must have fallen asleep while crying, because when he woke up, his face was buried in his wet, tear-soaked pillow.

He rolled up his sleeves. His cuts had scabbed over. He needed more. It felt so good last time.

He took the pin from his bedside table. He rolled down his other sleeve and pressed the pin into his skin. He made three. He had five going down one arm, and three going down the other.

He just stared at them. He wanted to cry, but he knew he needed to stop with the tears. They were childish, and he was pathetic.

He hadn’t eaten in two days. His stomach started to hurt a little. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t needed anymore. He stood, went to his desk, and sat down. He pulled out a piece of paper, and a pen. He started to write letters to everyone.

One was addressed to friends.

One to his family, with separate ones to his mum and dad.

One to his best friends, his band mates.

And one to his fans.

There wasn't enough space to write everything he needed to. There shouldn’t have been an end to the note. There was still so much he had to say.

Now he was ready. He just needed a way to do it.

He walked out to the living room. It was 11, so he thought everyone would still be awake, which they were. Well, Luke and Calum were.

“Guys? Where's Ashton?” He wanted to say a goodbye to them in person, and he knew that Ashton had a variety of different pills. He knew you could overdose on ibuprofen, which he knew Ashton had.

“He went to the store. He said he didn't feel well and went to get some cough drops. WHatcha need? Luke questioned, eyes glued to the tv.

“Nothing. Nevermind” He turned to walk back to the room, when the door opened and Ashton walked in.

“Nevermind, there he is” Luke grinned

“Yeah i'm here, You okay Mikey?” Ashton sympathetically questioned.

“Yeah, I just um” He started.

Was this something he should really do?

“I was wondering if you had any ibuprofen. I've got a bit of a headache” he finished.

He needed to, He was too prepared to go back now.

“Yeah, there's some in my bathroom cabinet” He began to walk back to the living room “Oh and you should probably eat something, that could help.” He smiled before sitting down with the other two boys.

“Okay thanks” He already started walking back to his room. He stopped and turned around.

“I love you guys.” He said with tears in his eyes.

“We love you too, is everything okay?” Ashton said, getting immediately alert.

“Yeah, I just wanted you to know that.” And with that he walked back to his room.

He walked to the cabinet. He took two handfuls of the small white pills, and walked back to his room.

He sat there for about an hour, thinking about whether this is what he wanted to do or not, but his mind was already made up.

He took the water on his table, and took the pills.

One by one. He texted his mum and dad and told them he loved him. He waited for a few minutes.

Then he got scared. He didn’t want to say goodbye. He wasn’t ready yet. He began to cry. He decided to call someone who wouldn't be mad at him

He picked up his phone and tapped on Liam’s contact.

“Michael? It's 1:30 in the morning. Are you okay?’ He heard a yawn from the other end and he immediately felt guilty.

“Nothing. Sorry. I'm okay.” And he went to hang up

“No no don’t hang up. What's wrong? You sound upset.”

“I just-” He choked on a sob. He couldn’t breathe.

“I t-took too many pills liam. Im scared. Help me please.” He choked out. He was full on bawling now.

“You took pills micael? What kind? Michael answered me!” Liam practically screamed into the phone.

“Ibuprofen” He choked out.

“Shit. Listen buddy. I need you to go wake up Ashton. Im five minutes away”

“But i don’t want t-”

“Michael please.”

“Okay.”

“Ill be there in five minutes. You don't even have to explain. I will when I get there. Just wake him up and tell him I said to get dressed.” Liam tried to calm him.

“Okay” And he hung up.

He shakily walked to Ashtons room. He didn't even get to the bed when Ashton shot up.

“Mikey? Whats wrong?” he frantically stood up.

“I- Liam said-” He started.

“Liams said what? Ill beat the shit outta him” Ashton said angrily\

“No Liam said to get dressed” He finished.

“Okay..?’ Ashton threw on some clothes as Liam walked through the door. He had Louis with him.

“Louis with Ashton. Michael, lets go”

“Where are we-” Ashton started

“Louis will explain on the way. Now let's go” Liam instructed.

Ashton looked really confused, and really scared.

“You wanna explain what's going on yet?” He questioned

“Michael took a bunch of pills. He wanted to kill himself. Then he got scared and he called Liam for help. Liam called poison control, and told him to take him to the hospital because it could kill him.”

Ashton froze.

“Come on” They walked out the door.

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“Damn it Michael, how many did you take?!?” He yelled, frustrated

“I don’t know, okay? It's not like I counted them!” He shouted back

Liam sighed in frustration.

“Look, when we get there, they’re gonna ask. And they’re probably going to want to admit you for observation. Don’t act aggressive or anything. I'm gonna try to get them to let you come home. We can tell them that you'll stay with me. Don’t be scared, just go along with it, alright?” Liam explained, a little more sympathetically

“Two handfuls”

“What?”

“Two handfuls. I took two handfuls.”

“Really? Fucking christ Michael.”

They sat in silence for the next few minutes. Though the minutes felt like hours. He hates himself right now. If he wasn’t so pathetic, he would still probably be in bed, or even better, maybe dead.

“Why’d you do it? We love you. We could have helped you.” Liam sighed. He had an upset sounding tone to his voice.

“I don’t want help, Liam. I just want it to stop.” He choked

“I just want the pain to go away.”

The rest of the ride was silent. Nobody said anything.

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“You okay?”

They had been driving, and Ashton hadn’t said a word. Louis was getting a little concerned.

“It's my fault.” Ashton finally said.

“What do you mean? This has nothing to do with you.” Louis questioned.

“I shouldn’t have suggested dinner.”

“He would've found out anyway.”

Ashton sighed.

“I told him”

“Told him what?’

“About me. What I-”

The realization suddenly hit him.

“Do you think he- His arms- I told him it helped. Fuck, this is my fault.” Ashton started crying.

“No this isn’t your fault. You can’t control his decisions. It'll be okay, We can get him help, okay?”

“Yeah”

Ashton silently cried the rest of the way there. What had he done?

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They pulled in the Accidents and Emergency entrance. They walked inside, Michael was shaking. They walked up to the desk.

“Hello ma’am. I called about 30 minutes ago about the-” Liam Started

“Yes sir, right this way. We have a room ready for him.” The nurse motioned for them to follow.

She took them to their room, and let them get situated. Liam texted Louis, and told him and ashton to get ahold of the other boys to let them know what was going on, and hopefully keep this all off the news,

A doctor came in to get Michaels weight, height, and blood pressure. They then did some bloodwork to check his drug levels, to see what the medicine was doing.

They were happy to inform the boy that they had caught the ibuprofen early enough to stop it before it could do any harm.

They had him drink an orange drink to help with his potassium levels, then sent in a physiatrist.

“You want me to leave?” Liam questioned. He wanted Michael to feel comfortable.

“No. Please stay. I don’t want to be alone.”

“Okay, you sure?”

“Yeah.”

The physiatrist walked in, and began trying to talk to him.

“So what made you take these pills, Michael?”

“I don’t know”

“Okay.. How many did you take?”

“I don’t know.”

“Alrigty then. Are there any events that have happened recently that would make you want to harm yourself?”

“I don’t know.”

The doctor sighed.

“Michael, I hate to tell you, but taking the pills doesn’t make you forget. If you don’t start talking soon, we’ll have to admit you for close observation.”

Michael sighed.

“I'll give you the basics of what happened. I was supposed to propose to my girlfriend, and she canceled. I went out with my friends, best friends, to cheer myself up. I saw her kissing someone else. Then some people called me f-fat and w-worthless and I can’t handle it anymore” He choked out

“I see.” The doctor wrote some things on his notepad.

“I’ll leave you be for a little bit.” Then he walked out.

As soon as he left, Michael started bawling.

Liam walked over and hugged him. Louis walked in, and Ashton followed with red eyes.

Liam moved out of the way, to make room for ashton. Ashton and Michael looked at eachother, then Ashton walked over and gave him a hug.

Nobody said anything.

About 3 hours later, a doctor came in and released them. They had tried to keep Michael for a day or two of observation, but Liam not-so-politely declined.

It was now 5 in the morning.

Liam filled out the papers for the dismissal, then they left. It was an awkward silence, with nobody really ready to talk about it.

Everyone in the band had been informed of the situation and was told not to say anything about it.

The all climbed into Liam’s car. Harry had to come get Louis’ for something earlier, and began the drive home.

Michael was stuck in his own thoughts. What if their fans found out what he had done? What if they would think of him as weak? What would they think of him?

They pulled into the driveway.

Ashton and Michael climbed out of the car. Michael went inside while Ashton talked to Louis and Liam for a few minutes.

He went inside and climbed into his bed,

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Michael didn’t say anything. It was Ashton. He walked in the room, and stood in the doorway.

“It’ll be alright. I don’t want to say I know what you’re going through, because I don’t, but It’ll be okay.”

They stood in silence for a few minutes.

“We’ll get through this. Together.” He shot him a slight smile, and left him to get some sleep.

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rrxnjun · 1 year

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HECK YEAHHH!! 03 best line😌🥳i was so happy to find out he was born in 2003 cuz i swear it's so rare to find anyone born in 2003 in any band (or tbh even just content creators)!! we are superior for being older than him /j😌😌 WAIT LMAO THATS KIND OF COOL THAT ITS ON THE SAME DAY:o doyoung is my guy after jihoon he is just so great so i understand him hitting differently lmao

yeahhh iguess i love doing things that take a lot of patience although i'm a very impatient person😶 and i'm still on the start of my embroidery career but it's so fun!!! we are the coolest grandmas out there😎😎😎 dude i love plants but i always end up killing them so🤡 (ofc sending one immediately!!)

i'm so happy about it as well;-; I WILL BUT MY PICS ARE PROBABLY GOING TO BE LIKE PIXELS CUZ WE ARE KIND OF FAR BACK SO I WILL SEND U MAKE SURE TO SEND U PIXEL CALUM!!! will tell u all about it🫡

SORRY!! IT WASNT FOR COMFORT🥲 tbh as u should treasure is fun so ur phase is completely understandable!!! jihoon is the definition of perfect tbh just love the guy!! ooo i've never seen that i will go and watch that later👀 but losing ur shit is probs very much understandable🤣

WAIT ACTUALLY OH MY🤭💞but actually only write it if u want to!!! i don't want to force u!!! IT WILL BE!! MANIFESTING FOR IT TO BE AMAZING!!!!🥳🥳🥳(awww thank u so much🥹lmao that would be kind of funny ngl but maybe hopefully i will be comfortable enough to not be anon by then cuz i'm starting become more comfortable to post on the internet so i might save u from having to do that🤣)

i'm very glad it cheered u up!! i always love reading ur replies to me and they just cheer me up always tbh hihi🥹💗💕 (liebestraum anon💕)

TRULY !!! 03 line is so rare to see i think and thats why i automatically adopt every 03 liner i see 😭😭 also our bias taste is....the same. i am NOT surprised 😭😭

how can u be an impatient person then 😭😭 i get impatient w art and then i rush the details and it ends up looking like shit 😔 the only thing i dont feel like i rush is writing but even that sometimes gets hard to do LMAO 😭 i got so many plants for my bday also!!! im surprised they're not dead bc sometimes i forget to water them and im lowkey freestyling the care but i love all of them to death💓 wishing u good luck w your embroidery career and waiting for that bracelet !!

CANT WAIT FOR PIXEL CALUM!!!!!!! better than nothing 😔🤞

losing my shit is understanable but also it makes me feel silly like girlie that man doesnt know you and here u are in a parasocial relationship with him💔 watching ygtb made me so proud of him tho he grew so much as a person and a performer and so did all of them!!!

i woULD but see it occured to me that i have exams next week so i kinda lost my shit and now im spiraling instead of writing but. it wILL happen after !!!

omg i am glad to hear you are more comfy!!! i would never pressure u into anything bc i want u to be 100% comfortable but if u ever decide to come off anon i am welcoming you w open arms my friend 💓

to finish off this reply i want to apologize for being so late with it but i had a rough week full of stress and hangover 🤠 also i hope you are doing well and that you are taking care of yourself!!

#💌ask #liebestraum anon

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heartache-onthebigscreen · 2 years

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Calum X Recovering Addict

Like I can imagine him taking them to DAA meetings, not being to pushy like most people would be. He doesn’t treat them differently like he doesn’t constantly treat them like a child, but instead is there and will listen when needed and drive them when asked and will maybe even attended if they really wanted him to

proud of you - cth

an: addiction is a heavy topic! and recovering is a long, hard process. if anyone reading this is suffering with addiction or just wants to talk, im always here.

summary: calum gets you through your addiction recovery, through every bump in the road. you’re having a particularly bad day.

pairing: calum hood x recovering addict!reader

warnings: addiction, mentions of drug use, angst, cursing, mental health

word count: 1.6k+

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You sit in your seat, tuning out whoever was speaking in your DAA meeting while anxiously tapping your foot.

You stare at the clock, waiting for the end of this excruciatingly long meeting you had to endure today. It’d only been about ten minutes, and a lot has happened in it.

Usually, these weekly meetings were fine. You got to be around people who understood your struggles and you were able to openly speak about your issues.

But today, the normal group leader wasn’t there. It was some old, judgmental bitch who made you feel small.

When you had mentioned what substances you used to abuse, the woman had sent you a look of disgust and disappointment, and hasn’t even let you talk after. You still had a lot of time left in this meeting and you are not for it.

This sent you into a spiral, and all you could think about was using to get yourself out of this funk, but you knew that wasn’t even an option.

You stand up from your seat and quietly exit the room, hoping that everyone thinks you’re just going to the bathroom. You walk a little ways down the hallway and pull your phone out of your pocket.

And you call the only one that treats you like an actual person.

“Hey babe!” Calum cheers into the phone, “what’s up? Did you forget something?”

“No,” you sigh into the phone, you bring your fingernails to your mouth and start to nibble, “I just- how far are you?“

“Not too far. Traffics bad,” Calum chuckles, “need something?”

“Can you- can you come back and pick me up?” You shakily ask.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Calum’s cheery tone alters into a more serious one.

“Nothing, this new lady makes me feel…bad. I don’t know. I just don’t want to be here, can you please-“

“Okay, YN, I’m on my way.”

“Thank you, I love you.” You let out a sigh of relief.

“I love you too. See you soon.”

You hang up the phone, feeling much better as you walk back to the room where the meeting is held. You walk over to your seat and start to gather your things.

“YN!” The group leader says your name, making you freeze in your place. “Going so soon?”

“Yeah- I just don’t feel well,” You lie as you let out an awkward laugh.

“Oh, you mind staying for a few more minutes while everyone finishes talking about their week?“

“Okay,” You grumble, wanting to rip that fake smile off the woman’s face. You still had a few minutes before Calum made it back anyways.

Waiting for a text from Calum saying that he was here makes you extremely impatient. You’re biting your nails, bouncing your leg, anything stimulating enough to ease your anxiety.

You can’t take anymore, you stand up from your chair and start to grab your things.

“YN, why are you in such a hurry?” The leader questions you with a brow raised.

“Just…not feeling well.” You reiterate.

“Are you sure?”

What the fuck?

“I don’t think I understand what you’re saying…” You trail off while you furrow your brows.

“You just seem…antsy is all. You have somewhere you have to be?”

You are taken aback by this comment. You know she thinks you’re going to go use, which is not the case at all. It’s actually unbelievable she’d accuse you of that, this was supposed to be a safe space. No questions asked.

Before you can open your mouth to speak, Calum walks into the room, swinging his car keys around his finger as his warm smile lights up the room, “good afternoon!” He greets the leader, he then turns to you, “ready?”

You quickly nod your head and start to head towards the door.

“Ah, this your dealer?” The woman comments, making you stop in your tracks and whip your head around to give her a bewildered look.

“Excuse me?” Calum’s cheery tone drops, his voice now sounding cold as he raises his brows at her.

“Calum, let’s just-“

“You know, I heard you a moment ago. I’m more than sure you aren’t supposed to be talking like that. This is supposed to be a safe space, right?” Calum crosses his arms and stands up straight, his demeanor causing the leader to cower a little in her spot.

“I- I never said anything-“

“You just called me her dealer. That’s not saying anything?” Calum challenges, “I suggest you get your shit straight. Do not ever accuse YN, or anyone else for that matter, of wanting to use. That’s not what they’re here for.”

A range of gasps is heard around the room. You feel your face turn beet red as you glance around the room.

But you notice your peers nodding in agreement.

“Everyone here is a person, just like you,” Calum adds, “there’s no reason to treat them any differently.”

He gives the leader one last look before he interlocks his fingers with yours and pulls you out of the room. You trip over your own two feet as Calum quickly walks through the halls and out the exit of the building.

His car is out front, he only lets go of your hand after he opens your door for you so you can get in.

Once Calum joins you in the car, he starts it and begins to drive off.

You sit in your seat, quietly fiddling with your hands. Part of you thinks you should have just sucked it up and dealt with the meeting, it’d spare him the anger he’s feeling right now.

But you’re also glad he had the guts to say something, you never in a million years would have.

You’re not sure what to even do in this situation, you figure you let Calum cool off for a moment, or let him speak first.

Dreadful moments pass by as you two sit in traffic. It really shouldn’t take more than 15 minutes to get home, but traffic there makes it quite the commute.

“M’sorry,” Calum finally speaks up. It’s more of a deep mumble than anything, he lets out a long breath and reaches over to stop you from picking at the skin of your hands, “I just hate when people make you feel bad. You’ve done nothing wrong, flower.”

“It’s okay,” you send him a small smile, “I’m sorry I called you- I just-“

“No, no, I’m glad you called. I don’t want you to suffer through a meeting like that,” Calum lightly chuckles, “we can just find something to do, it’s alright.”

“Oh, you’re not going to make me find another place for meetings?” You turn your head in question. Anyone who had helped you on this journey forced you to go to meetings and were basically on your ass 24/7. Not a hint of trust was there.

But with Calum, things had been different. Once you told him about your addiction recovery, he had treated you no differently. He simply offered you rides needed be, and he never brought it up unless you wanted or needed to talk about it.

He treats you like a person. Not some charity case. And that’s what you love about being with him.

“Babe, I’m not gonna make you do something you don’t want to do,” Calum shrugs, “you can make your own decisions.”

You nod your head in understanding, appreciative that he isn’t pushing anything on you. But you do believe you need some sort of meeting, whether it’s a different DAA group, therapy, anything to get through your recovery.

“I still want to go to meetings,” you say.

“Okay, we can find something when we get home.”

A week has passed since the whole spat with your previous group, even though that leader was temporary, you really just didn’t want to risk it.

So, Calum is driving you to a different place, different people, which is kind of scary, you have no clue what to expect.

You have been anxious all day long, being able to do nothing but sit still on the couch waiting for the inevitable appointment.

Calum has treated it like a normal day, he worked from home. He made you food, played with Duke, everything. He didn’t mention the meeting once.

Just a simple, “you ready to go?” when it was time to leave.

And now you guys have pulled up to the building, anxiety worsening in your gut as you stare at the new place.

“It’s okay,” Calum reaches out to fix your hair, “I’ll be back in a little bit, yeah? And you call me if you need anything.”

“I…never mind,” you breathe out.

Calum wouldn’t go in there with you, he definitely has better things to do than attend a Drug Addicts Anonymous meeting.

“No, what? You don’t have to do this y’know, we can-“

“No, no, it’s not that, do you…do you think you could come in with me?” You ask.

Calum sends you a warm smile, “of course, don’t mind at all.”

He moves the car from in front of the building to find a place to park.

While you two are walking in together, you grip his hand for dear life. All the anxiety and guilt continue to build in you as you near the meeting room.

“Calum, you sure I’m not bothering you? You don’t really talk about it much…I feel like you hate me-“ You begin to ramble, but Calum quickly cuts you off.

“Babe, I don’t hate you. You’re not bothering me, ever. I don’t talk about it much because…well there’s not much to talk about. All that matters is that I’m proud of you.”

And just like that, those four words from your favorite person causes your stress to evaporate.

Calum is proud of you, so at this point, you could do anything your heart desires.

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Hii i have this request in mind like Chris Evans x Actress! Singer! Reader like the reader and chris dated for 3y idk but they broke up but the reader always visit chris’ family bc she treated them like family aswell specialy when the reader’s parents died so she spend Christmas there or any occasions bc chris’ family invite her and when chris got a new gf the reader is kinda hurt bc she still love chris but she try to look like she doesn’t care but then she released her new song its called deja vu (by olivia rodrigo) and she release it to her bday so when the song is released the fans knew its abt chris bc of the new gf (chris’ fam doesn’t like the new gf and the fans kinda didn’t support them bc of the girl’s attitude) and chris’ family invites her over bc they want to show the reader something and when the reader got there they surprise her for her bday and congratulate her and turns out chris is there too with his new gf🤨and the reader knew chris’ new gf hated her bc of her look and scott called you all to the living room and watch the mv of the reader’s new song and when the mv ends scott and the fam congratuleted the reader and chris’ gf is giving the reader looks again and chris is noticing it and when the reader is in the kitchen alone getting something chris talk to her and congratulate her and chris’ new gf wrapped her arms around chris and chris tried to stop her to make a scene but she started a scene and scream at the reader but the reader cut her off and embarrassing her and the reader prove the new gf shes first not her (idk if that make sense lol) and the new gf leave(idk you can make her a random name so its not only “new gf”) and the reader and chris talk and they got back together, you can do wha you want at the end this is just so random bc i was listening to deja vu and advance thank you if you do my request! Stay safe! ❤️ and im so sorry if this is so long

Deja Vu

pairing: Chris Evans x singer!reader

warnings: parents death, major angst, fluff.

a/n: thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy!

You had known Chris since college, when you had met him in your communications class. You two had grown close quickly, and became best friends.

He brought you home every Christmas Eve, before you would go home to your parents house on Christmas Day. You had always felt like a part of the family, so when your parents passed a way, you turned to him.

You and your parents were driving home from a Christmas Day church service, when you were hit by a semi truck. It had completely totalled the car, and your parents had died on impact. You had been sitting in the back, and only had a broken leg from where your moms seat had been pushed back into it roughly.

You had been pulled from the car and sat in a second ambulance, while your parents were transported in another. You knew you'd never forget watching that ambulance door close and drive away, knowing that was the last time you'd ever see them.

When the police officers asked if there was anyone you could call, you didn't know what to do. Your parents were both only children, so you had no aunts, uncles or cousins. You were an only child too, so you had no siblings, and your grandparents had passed when you were little, your other ones passing before you were born.

So when the officer asked you, you told him the Evans’ phone number. Lisa picked up on the second ring, and you tearfully explained what had happened as the shock wore off. She immediately said she’d meet you at the hospital, and not to worry, that she and Bob would take care of you.

You were taken to the hospital and treated for your broken leg. Less than an hour after you arrived, Lisa arrived at the hospital with Chris in tow. They comforted you, and took you home with them. You stayed in Chris’s room for the first few days, and when you were given your own room, you still had a hard time sleeping alone, so Chris ended up in your bed with you most nights, not that he minded.

You never went back to college, and instead turned to singing as a release from all the pain you were feeling. You started out posting covers on YouTube, and gradually progressed to getting a record deal with Interscope Records, which didn't surprise anyone who knew you. You had immense talent, and your parents used to tell you that they were counting down the days before you were a celebrity.

When Chris graduated college and told you he was moving to Los Angeles, he convinced you to come with him. Prices were high in LA, and he didn't want to be separated from you for too long, so you joined him. He got to be an actor, and you got to be a singer, which is what you both had wanted since you were younger.

You went to every one of Chris’s movie premieres, and he attended as many of your live shows as he could. You supported him through all his relationships and his breakups, and played the middle man whenever he and Jenny would fight, up until the very end. You told yourself you did that because you just wanted what's best for him, but you both kind of knew that wasn't the reason at all.

Throughout your time living together, you friendship grew, as did your feelings for each other. You'd be lying if you didn't have a small crush on him in college, and those feelings only grew as time went on, especially since the two of you decided to only get a one bedroom apartment. Mainly because it was cheap, but also because Chris made a decision a week after your parents death to never allow you to sleep alone because of the nightmares that would occur if he wasn't there.

So, when you won your first award for your first album, named ‘hand in hand’, he kissed you the second you came off the stage with your award in hand. It blew your mind that he felt the same, but you were happy nonetheless. You two began dating that night, and everything was perfect.

Until, you were invited by 5 Seconds of Summer to be their opening act on their newest tour. You had agreed, and Chris let you go. You two had been dating for over 3 years, and you thought your relationship would be fine.

You quickly realized however that that wasn't the case, when the two of you started fighting less than two weeks into the tour. The fights weren't anything major, more petty things like ‘did you change the Netflix password’ or ‘why did you take this piece of clothing, that was mine and it was my favourite.’ All around stupid fights.

You had turned to Calum, who you were closest with, and he consoled you as much as you could. You realized however, that you couldn't be with Chris anymore when he drunk called you in the middle of the night while you were in the UK and got angry with you when you answered and told him to call you back in the morning when he was sober, to which he proceeded to brag that he slept with his co star at the time, Jessica Alba, you freaked out and ended things.

You got a message from Jessica on instagram the next day letting you know that they did not sleep together, and that she was sorry he even said it. You assured her it was fine, and felt relief.

Relief because you got to the bottom of the situation, but also relief from your relationship. You didn't know what happened in those few weeks, but you knew the relationship was turning toxic, and you wanted to stop it before that happened. Neither you or Chris needed that. You told him you’d find a new place to live, and by the time tour ended, you bought yourself a house in Beverly Hills, and moved out of the apartment.

Chris moved out not long after, and bought his own house. He had tried to stay friends with you, but you didn't want that at that point in time. You were still hurting, and needed time to heal.

Once you felt ready to date again, you were asked to be Calum’s date to the Peoples Choice Awards, you accepted. You knew Chris would be there, and you were hoping to talk to him, and maybe work it out. He had told you during the break up that he would always wait for you to come back, and that he still loved you, and always would.

But you knew that wasn't the case when he showed up on the red carpet, with a new actress named Myra Woodfield. You had smiled at him, while trying not to break down inside, but he gave you a dirty look and rolled his eyes at you when Calum wrapped his arm around your waist for a picture. You furrowed your eye brows and took a good look at Myra.

She looked almost exactly like you. Same build, same hair colour, same eye colour. The only difference is that she was slightly taller than you. You didn't know why he was replacing you, but it hurt. You pushed it out of your head however, and enjoyed the night with your best friend.

It was a few months later when you were awoken by the constant dinging of your phone. You unlocked it, and saw you had a lot of unread messages from Luke, Ashton, Michael, Calum, and your other best friend Ashe about Chris’s new movie trailer, you sighed.

You watched the trailer, and sighed when it looked like a recreation of a bunch of moments in your relationship with him, only Myra was in your place.

Your fans and some of Chris’s had commented on it, and Myra immediately became aggressive with them, and insulted them. She told them that you were a nobody who could make Chris happy, which she was glad about because she made him happy how.

Within minutes of this happening the hashtag #cancelmyrawoodfield was trending on twitter. You shamelessly went through the tweets and like and retweeted a couple. Then an idea popped in your head.

With a quick google search, you had a plan.

You had written a new song called Deja Vu after the peoples choice awards, and it was had been recorded a few weeks ago, and you just had to decide on a date to release it, and make a decision on the music video. Her birthday was in about 3 months, which gave you enough time to get everything in place to drop on her birthday.

Was it evil? Yes. Did you care? Not really. Besides, you inherited your pettiness from your mother and you knew she’d be proud of you. You called your manager and label, and got it planned out.

When the new music video had been announced, Lisa called you and invited you home to watch it premiere with the family. You accepted, knowing Chris and Myra would be there, and that her birthday would get overshadowed by the release of your music video.

So, three weeks later, you were sitting with Lisa, Bob, Carly, Shanna, Scott, Chris and Myra in Lisa’s living room, waiting for the video to premiere.

Scott had picked you up at the airport earlier in the morning along with Carly and Shanna, and the four of you had a laugh about the face that no one acknowledged Myra’s birthday, not even Chris. It was mean, but no one liked her.

Lisa absolutely hated her, but didn't want to upset Chris, so you got a call shortly after the PCA’s from her and the two of you ranted about her for a good two hours.

You watched as the timer counted down from 10, and then the screen turned black. You took a deep breath and watched Chris out of the corner of your eye.

You had searched for a while for a guy who looked similar to Chris, and you stumbled on Andrew Siwicki. He didn't look exactly like Chris, but it was close enough that everyone would know who the song was about if they didn't already. Andrew was a fan of Chris and hated Myra too, so he was more than glad to help you out.

The music began to play, and you watched as the black screen faded in on two people walking along the beach, holding hands.

“Car rides to Malibu Strawberry ice cream One spoon for two And trading jackets Laughing 'bout how small it looks on you,”

The next scene was a recreation of yours and Chris’s first date where you two had a picnic on the beach, and ended up splashing each other with the ocean water. Towards the end, everyone watched as Andrew picked you up and threw you into the water the same way Chris always did.

You glanced at him, and could have burst into laughter at how uncomfortable Chris looked, but more importantly how angry Myra looked.

“Watching reruns of Glee Being annoying Singing in harmony I bet she's bragging To all her friends, saying you're so unique, hmm,”

The next scene was you and Andrew (who was dressed as Ransom) on what appeared to be a recreation of the Knives Out set, running around with a dog that looked like Dodger chasing after you, the two of you laughing. The next shot was the two of you kissing behind a trailer, seemingly hiding from production.

“So when you gonna tell her That we did that too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you,”

The next scene was the two of you driving through Southern California, in a car that was almost identical to Chris’s. You two were laughing and singing along to the song, your hair whipping around you.

You took a deep breath, knowing this next scene would piss him right off.

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm Do you get déjà vu, huh?”

This scene was you, along with the rest of Chris’s family sitting around a living room that looked like the one you were in now, a Christmas tree full of presents in the corner. The camera panned across everyone as everyone was talking and settled on you and Andrew and the two of you recreated the scene where Chris whispered in your ear how much he loved you, and couldn't wait to start a family with you.

“Do you call her Almost say my name? 'Cause let's be honest We kinda do sound the same,”

The screen showed you and Andrew saying goodbye at the airport, with 5 Seconds of Summer standing behind you. They weren't actually there when you left for tour, but Luke suggested it to piss Chris off, and you had agreed.

Then there was a small montage of clips from tour, including a shot of Michael elbow dropping Ashton into a pool, which made everyone laugh, except Chris and Myra. The montage was followed up by you sitting on the floor of a dressing room and crying as you sent a text that said “I’m done.”

“Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type,”

Now you were on the red carpet, with Calum right beside you. You both were wearing the same clothes you wore on that night, you hair and makeup recreated perfectly. The camera unfocused on you as you turned and looked at Andrew and an actress named Alexa Morrison, who looked a lot like Myra, and they were recreating Chris and Myra’s actions perfectly. The camera swivelled around and came to rest pointing towards your face, as you looked in shock, and a single tear fell down your face.

“I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel 'Cause you played her Uptown Girl You're singing it together,”

You were shown watching a movie trailer with Ashe sitting next to you, while you sobbed at what Alexa and Andrew were doing. You looked at the camera and began singing the song, while Ashe and everything else around you was frozen.

“Now I bet you even tell her How you love her In between the chorus and the verse (ooh) (I love you),”

You were sat on the bed in Chris’s red flannel that you had stolen before leaving for tour, and you were writing in the notebook aggressively with tears rolling down your face and singing.

“So when you gonna tell her That we did that too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was the show we talked about Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you,”

You were now being shown sitting on the couch, and watching Andrew run across the TV screen dressed as Captain America, an ice cream tub in your hand. You were wearing sweats and a t shirt, your hair in a messy bun.

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? Oh Do you get déjà vu?”

The camera circled around you before transitioning to the next scene.

“Strawberry ice cream in Malibu Don't act like we didn't do that shit too You're trading jackets like we used to do (Yeah, everything is all reused),”

You were shown laying down in bed, and your eyes closing before an image of you and Andrew danced, dressed as Steve and Peggy in endgame, a scene Chris always told you the two of you would recreate one day. You had called Hayley and asked if it was okay, and she immediately said yes, and even came and watched you do the scene.

“Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh) That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh) A different girl now, but there's nothing new (I know you get déjà vu),”

When your eyes opened, you were sitting at your piano, and playing while singing along.

“I know you get déjà vu I know you get déjà vu,”

Suddenly, the piano disappeared, and you were left standing in an empty living room as the screen faded to black.

The entire room burst into cheers as the video ended, except for Myra, who looked like she was going to murder you, and Chris who just clapped with a tight lipped smile.

Later that night after all the kids had gone to bed and Lisa was driving Bob home, Scott had pulled you into the kitchen under the pretences of ‘helping him fix a drink’, which ended up just being the two of you gossiping about Chris and Myra, and the music video.

Suddenly, Chris walked in, and nodded for Scott to leave. You cleared your throat and ignored him.

“That was a good song, and an amazing music video.” He said. “I can see you're just getting more and more talented as time-” He began, as you rolled your eyes, and looked at him.

“What do you want?” You asked bluntly.

“I just wanted to congratulate you.” He said, and you were about to open your mouth, when Myra came slinking in the room with an evil look on her face.

“Nice job, Y/N. I’m glad I could inspire your music video.” She said sarcastically, and you could tell Chris was about to defend you, but you opened your mouth first.

“Well, I’m glad I had such a snake like bitch to draw inspiration from,” You said, and heard Scott, his siblings burst into laughter in the living room. Myra’s jaw dropped and she turned to look at him. You looked up at Chris, who was leaning up against the counter, and biting back a smile.

“You’re just going to let her talk to me like that?” She asked, and Chris sighed.

“Myra, don't start. Not now.” He said, she scoffed.

“I knew you still loved her. Only a pathetic loser could love someone as ugly and untalented as her.” She spat, and Chris growled. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, and you ran out of the room, your drink abandoned on the counter.

You ran into your bedroom, where you shut the door, and fell onto the bed in tears.

Back in the kitchen, Chris had gotten in Myra’s face, and was yelling.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO HER LIKE THAT! SHE’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT IN HER LIFE, AND I WON’T ALLOW YOU TO ADD TO THAT!” He screamed, as Scott, Carly, and Shanna ran to the door, unsure of what to do. “SHE IS SO TALENTED, WAY MORE TALENTED THAN YOU! YOU’RE THE REASON PRODUCTION TOOK SO DAMN LONG, IT TOOK FOREVER TO GET A PERFORMANCE OUT OF YOU! YOU OPENLY INSULTED HER AND HER FANS HOURS AFTER YOU WERE ANNOUNCED TO BE IN THIS MOVIE, AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO COME TO ME CRYING BECAUSE YOUR LITTLE FEELINGS GOT HURT!” He screamed, and Shanna ran and backed Chris away from her.

“YOU’RE MY BOYFRIEND! AND ITS MY BIRTHDAY, YET HERE YOU ARE, CONGRATULATING HER FOR A SHITTY MUSIC VIDEO!” Myra screamed, and it was Scott’s turn to get in her face.

“You need to leave. If you don't we’re going to call the cops.” He stated, and Myra rolled her eyes before storming out of the house.

Scott turned back to Chris, and was shocked when he saw him in tears.

“You need to work shit out with Y/N. It’s clear the two of you are still in love, and you need to figure it out as adults,” Scott said, his sisters nodding. Chris took a deep breath, and looked at your closed bedroom door.

Chris walked up to your bedroom door, and took a deep breath before entering the room where he used to sleep in every night.

He opened the door, and saw you curled up in a ball on the bed, your body still shaking. He smiled sadly, and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He sat on the bed behind you, and rubbed your back gently.

“I’m sorry. Not just for what Myra said, but for everything. For breaking your heart, and for causing you so much pain. I didn't realize how much I was missing you too until we watched that music video and I saw how truly broken you were. I never noticed that before now. And I’m sorry I didn't. If I’d have, I could have fixed this sooner, and we could be together right now.” He said.

You furrowed your brows at his last sentence and sat up.

“W-What?” You asked, and Chris moved closer. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug.

“I still love you. So so much.” He smiled, and a tear rolled down his face. “You're my entire world, and not having you here is slowly breaking me apart. I didn't know just how much until today, but I can't live another day without you.” He said. “I’m so sorry I hurt you baby.” He sobbed, and his head buried itself into your hair. Your body shook with sobs too, and you turned around to face him.

“I love you too.” You sobbed out. “I never should have ended things, but-” You said, but were cut off by Chris’s lips on yours, and you felt yourself melting into it.

He pulled away a few seconds later. “Don't. It was my fault, not yours. I am so sorry, and I am going to spend the rest of my life making up for it, I promise.” He said, as he stood the two of you up and led you out of the room, and to his.

“Where are we going?” You asked, and Chris pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I have to grab something.” He said. He opened his closet, and grabbed something out of the top corner before turning to you.

“I said I planned on spending the rest of my life making it up to you, and I plan on keeping that promise.” He said, as he got down on one knee. You gasped, as he opened the box and your dream engagement ring was inside. “I want you for the rest of my life, and the next. Will you marry me?” he asked, tears pouring down his face, just like yours.

You nodded enthusiastically, and Chris stood up. He placed the ring on your ring finger and scooped you up. “I love you,” You choked out, and Chris sobbed harder into you.

“I love you too, and I’m never letting you go.”

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