#luke hemmings x oc

[hoodharlow]

Older

AN: i had to <3. This is set a few days after Cal's birthday (iykyk). And gif found in this gifset that was made by the lovely @kaleidoscopeminds

Requested? No

Warnings: Ashton being a butt briefly butthead overall fluff (aka two dumbies that love each other but don't realize it

Word Count: > 1000 words, she's short and sweet

They’ve been at it for hours. Everyone was annoyed and hungry. Even Nico didn’t even want to watch Encanto. The band and Aaliyah were in Luke’s house working on the band’s upcoming album. They had most of the songs completed, but they were struggling with one. They had a pop-rock beat for the song, but it wasn’t fitting how lyrics were being sung. 

“Since when have you been a music expert?” Ashton snapped at Aaliyah.

“Since I got my degree and the two fucking Grammys on my shelf! Not to mention the six grammy nominations I have for my own music that I produced myself.” she threw back at him. Ashton mumbled under his breath, but she didn’t hear that. “Say that shit to my face, Ashton.”

She quickly stood up from her chair, but Luke pulled her by her hips before she reached the drummer. He’d seen those kick boxing classes her and Alexis Ximena do and knew they’d need a new drummer if Aaliyah got to him. 

“Alright why don’t we take lunch and reconvene in an hour or two.” Michael suggested, dragging Ashton along.

Calum picked up Nico and her things, saying that he’s going home for a bit. The almost one year older awkwardly waved goodbye as Calum put on her beanie, leaving Luke and Aaliyah alone. 

“I’m sorry for how Ashton snapped at you. He shouldn’t have–”

“Bro it’s fine. Ashton is Ashton, I think he’s just stressed over Marina and their baby. The other day I called her and she had to spend the night at the hospital because she was too stressed.” Aaliyah said, cutting Luke off.

“I know but still.” 

“I have thick skin. I spent my four years of high school dealing with Ms. McKay. Ashton is nothing compared to that hag.” 

Luke snorted at her comment. “Do you want me to order something?” he asked. “I haven’t gone grocery shopping for the week, so there’s nothing for make.”

“No,” she shook her head. “Alex is dropping me off some food and is waiting for Cal to leave and knowing her, she brought enough for everyone.” 

She texted her best friend that the coast was clear and that she can come drop off the food. Aaliyah wasn’t sure what happened between Calum and Alexis Ximena the night of the party, but it had to have been messy if Alexis Ximena was doing the most to avoid Nico’s dad, as she called him because she couldn’t even say his name.

Two minutes later, Luke’s front gate buzzed. He pulled out his phone to the Ring app. Alexis Ximena making peace signs and kissy faces at the camera. 

“Send this to me? I need embarrassing videos of this bitch.” Aaliyah said. 

Luke chuckled in response and unlocked the gate for her. The olive green Jeep she drove pulled into the driveway. Luke and Aaliyah went to the front door to greet her. Alexis Ximena got out of the car carrying two bags from Los Reyes, their favorite Mexican restaurant in LA.

“Hey!” she said, handing them their bags.

“Cal’s not here, you can come in.” Luke said. 

The next morning after Calum’s party, he called Luke and gave him a brief rundown of what happened after everyone left, so he didn’t blame Alexis Ximena if didn’t want anything to do with his best friend. Calum was an idiot for how he went about things. 

“What are we working on?” Alexis Ximena asked them as they led her to the studio.

“This song, but it’s not working out.” Luke said, pulling up the song while Aaliyah handed her the leather bound notebook the lyrics were written in. 

She sat on Aaliyah and let Luke play the music while she read. She frowned hearing how the lyrics didn’t match the music.

“Yeah, scrap this. It’s garbage.” she said, handing her back the notebook.

“Bitch, I wrote that.” Aaliyah scoffed, feigning offense. 

“This is a fucking love song. Like it has to be slow and jazzy like you’re in a jazz club. You know? Like this sounds like something you slow dance to.” Alexis Ximena explained. “Maybe add a little trumpet.”

“You just want to show off that you know how to play the trumpet.” her best friend rolled her eyes as she took a bite of her potato flautas.

“Alex might have a point.” Luke said, rolling over to the piano. He pointed at the cabinet behind Aaliyah. “Grab a trumpet.”

“You have a trumpet?” the best friends asked simultaneously.

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

Aaliyah and Alexis Ximena shared a look, but the latter went to the cabinet and grabbed a trumpet. She grabbed the tuner that came with the trumpet and tuned it up.

“Okay,” she said, standing next to Luke. 

“Just join in when it feels right.” he said as he played a few keys.

He sang the intro and when the first verse started, Aaliyah found herself joining him. Their eyes met as they sang. Alexis Ximena played the trumpet towards the last part of the song. Once the song ended, Luke and Aaliyah remained looking into each other’s eyes, smiling like fools. 

After a few minutes of awkwardly standing while they made ojitos at each other,  Alexis Ximena blew into the trumpet, making the pair jump. She smiled innocently at them. 

She set the trumpet down on the piano, “If you two are done making ojitos at each other I would like to discuss me paying y’all to use it in the Mr. and Mrs. Smith soundtrack? I know the perfect scene to use it in.” 

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[loverofthine]

vulnerable l.h. - cologne

At a particularly loud clack, Luke looked over to Calum and Seph, who had been dominating the air hockey table. For a college town on a Friday, the bar wasn’t so busy, although that didn’t mean much, since most of the seats at the bar had been taken by groups of people hanging out. Luckily for them, the majority of their group was well over average height and wore varying levels of threatening expressions, so they’d had their respective games to themselves. 

Luke leaned against the bar, keeping Calum and Seph’s drinks company, nursing his own. Michael, Ashton, and Priya had gone to play skee ball across the room with someone from one of Priya’s classes. 

Priya hurried over, followed shortly by Ashton and Michael almost as soon as Calum and Seph had finished their fifth game. Calum won, again, as he had the past two rounds. Priya leaned over to whisper something to her roommate, which the latter agreed with, and the two girls were gone quickly. 

“Where’re they going?” Calum asked, taking a sip of the soda Luke handed him. The group had considered trying to get actual drinks, but figured a college bar, no matter how old they looked, they were all going to get carded. Michael and Seph definitely would have, either way. They both looked nineteen and no older, and had even gotten ID’d at the entrance to the bar.

Michael shrugged, settling into a seat at the end of the bar, next to Luke. “Priya just said ‘girl stuff’.” He said, adding quotation marks with his fingers. “They’ll probably be a while.” 

Suddenly finding themselves with nothing to talk about, the boys fell into an awkward silence, trading glances among themselves, taking sips of their respective drinks. Calum and Michael seemed oblivious to the strange tension that existed between the four of them, but Luke and Ashton weren’t. 

“So, Ashton, how do you know Michael and Seph?” Calum asked, taking a long, awkward sip from his soda. 

His attempt to break the silence fell flat when Ashton shoved off of the bar, brushing past Calum as he walked past. “I’m gonna go check on Seph.” He muttered right before he was out of earshot. Calum and Luke traded a glance, but the latter shrugged and returned to his drink. 

Ashton and Priya returned, sharing a laugh over something Priya had on her phone, nearly tripping over one another as they made their way back to the bar. Seph followed shortly behind, seeming even more tired than she had been before, and Luke was keen to recognize the bags under her eyes. They didn’t seem very out of place, although he figured with how tired she had seemed in class most of the time, that they were. 

“So, air hockey?” Calum asked, once Seph had taken a long sip of her drink. He nodded eagerly towards the table, leaning against the bar, almost directly between her and Ashton.

Seph offered the slightest of grins, rubbing her under eyes gently. “I would, but I think I just need to recuperate for a minute. Why don’t you play Ash? He taught me everything I know.” She suggested, seemingly ignoring the frantic glare her friend shot her from over Calum’s shoulder. 

Spinning around to Ashton, Calum grinned and took the other boy by the shoulders, steering him towards the table, despite Ashton’s refusal. Michael and Priya agreed upon yet another round of skeeball, both making their way back to the machines. That left Luke and Seph, who hadn’t even acknowledged each other since dinner. 

Luke didn’t even realize that Seph hadn’t gone with her brother until something pressed against the back of his shoulder. He turned slightly to find Seph, who had been facing away from him, so their backs were nearly pressing against one another’s, with her head tilted all the way back, leaning against his shoulder, apparently napping. With a chuckle, he readjusted, lifting her head and dropping it once so she rested against his arm, almost exactly the way she had earlier that day. Seph didn’t stir during the interaction until she was situated against Luke’s arm, sighing and nuzzling into it, clearly unaware of her actions. 

The girl who leaned against Luke’s arm was gently snoring, one cheek pressed into the boy next to her, lifting her lip just enough to reveal white teeth. Her front teeth jutted out just slightly over her bottom teeth, despite the obvious signs she’d worn braces. Her nose was the same as her brother’s, save for the small white scar just below the bridge of her nose that contrasted with her tanned skin. For such a tired girl, and with the skin tone of her brother, Luke would have expected her to be much paler, but Seph was gorgeously sunkissed. 

“Is she sleeping?” Ashton asked, unusually quiet, in the lull between games. He had crept over to sit next to Luke, who jumped at his question. “If you want, I can take her home.”

Luke turned to Ashton, trying not to disturb the slumbering figure on his other side. “It’s all good, not bothering me.” His arm was falling asleep, but no one needed to know that. “You can go back to your game.” He continued, waving his hand toward Calum, who was staring intently at the air hockey table.

With a cautious, nearly poisonous look, Ashton turned away, draining his soda and dropping the glass on the bar with a thud. He cast one more look over his shoulder to Luke, who had already turned away in favor of glancing at the girl who slept against him. 

The pair at the bar looked surprisingly good together, although no one doubted that anyone in their group was attractive. Seph and Luke had one of the more dramatic height differences – although not as dramatic as the foot between Luke and Priya – but her head was the perfect height to press into his arm. 

It wasn’t long before raised voices came from the air hockey table, but Luke didn’t very much care to listen in. Calum and Ashton had been butting heads all night, over some issue Ashton took up, but Calum seemed oblivious to his dislike. Luke figured the arguing was just them getting it out of their system. 

“You knew we had to leave early.” Ashton was practically shouting as the pair walked past Luke and Seph. “I asked for the time.”

Calum was following shortly behind the other boy, sighing. “I told you the time. How is this my fault?”

Ashton snapped around, eyes narrowing both at Calum and the couple at the bar, the latter of whom he hadn’t noticed were still in the same position. “It just,” He waved his hands fervently. “Whatever, let’s go.”

“We’re going.” Ashton said, laying a hand on Seph’s shoulder as Michael handed his card to the bartender. “C’mon, Squish.” 

Unlike earlier, Seph was quick to blink awake, blue eyes blinking open suddenly, just as quickly as she sat up and brought her hand to her cheek. Her cheeks were red, but just as she opened her mouth to apologize, Ashton yanked her off of the barstool by her wrist. 

“Ash, what’s the matter?” She mumbled through a yawn, stumbling over her own feet as Ashton dragged her behind him, following Priya and Michael, who were rushing towards the bus stop. Bringing up the rear was Calum and Luke, speaking lowly to one another as they practically ran to catch up with the group. 

Despite it being midnight, the downtown was alive with people, so much so that they were dodging others in their rush to the bus stop. At a particularly sharp turn around a highly populated beer garden, a large, rather drunk guy slammed straight into Seph, knocking her into Luke, where he quickly caught her by the shoulders. By the time both of them had shaken off the confusion, Ashton and Calum had disappeared around the building, and were nowhere to be found. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry.” Another very drunk guy muttered, spilling himself and his beer over Seph as he followed a group of his friends. He didn’t even seem to notice the lack of beer in his cup as he raised it in a celebratory shout and followed his friends. 

Unspeaking, Luke grabbed Seph’s hand, sweeping her under his arm to lead the pair away from the bar, and back towards where they had come from. The bus stop they had been heading for was lined with bars, likely to be surrounded by similar incidents that neither of them really wanted to deal with. 

“Are you okay?” Luke asked, once they had safely found sanctuary next to a print shop, ducking down to inspect Seph’s shirt, doused in alcohol. “That guy barely even apologized.” He muttered, scowling at the mess. 

Seph stifled a yawn, plucking at the shirt, although she seemed mostly nonplussed about the incident. “It’s f-” Her eyes finally met Luke, widening almost instantly. “Why are you taking your shirt off?”

With another scowl, Luke finished pulling off his jacket and tossed it to the girl, rolling his eyes. “Please, princess, this isn’t a peep show. It’s cold out.”

“It’s, like, seventy degrees.”

“Shut up and put the jacket on.” 

She didn’t complain further, only obeyed, slipping the jacket over her shoulders and tightening the fabric around her waist. Seph wasn’t so small, but Luke’s shoulders were broad, so the jacket hung off of her in a way that had her shoving the sleeves up to reveal her hands. “What’re we gonna do? The next bus is in, like, forty minutes.”

Luke didn’t really have a plan when he pulled Seph away, but the bus was almost certainly gone, and there was little chance of their friends waiting for the blondes. “Walking, I guess.” 

“Walking?” Seph echoed in a much smaller voice, peering up at Luke like he was crazy. “It’s a twenty minute walk through Greek row at midnight on a friday. I wouldn’t go through there even if I was your height and a hundred pounds heavier.” There had been multiple instances of her walking back through the neighborhood that laid between campus and downtown that ended with a punch and Michael bailing her out of trouble with a frat. 

The boy said nothing for a moment, although he started towards the heavily tree-lined streets of the neighborhood just south of the buildings. “No need to worry, princess. No one fucks with me.”

True to his word, Seph’s normal encounters were nowhere in the realm of what they experienced. They were approached by the occasional drunken party-goer who recognized Luke, but he didn’t stray. 

The moonlight made Luke’s eyes look grey, flashing as they met the streetlights. Seph could make out the smallest imperfection on the left side of his lower lip. It was a scar she was very familiar with, since she shared the same mark. 

“Can I ask you something?” Seph asked, breaking the peaceful quiet the pair had fallen into. Her arms came around herself to quell the shiver that ran down her back. The sigh that followed seemed like permission to continue, so she did. “What’s with Princess? I have a name.”

Luke cracked the slightest of grins, lips curling to one side as he looked down at Seph. “What, you’re not into it?” He paused, catching Seph by the wrist just before she brushed past him, and spinning her to face him. “At least zip up the jacket.” He muttered, mostly to himself, as he zipped up the jacket. 

“I didn’t say that.” The blonde girl muttered, cheeks reddening. She couldn’t quite figure Luke out, and was sure that was just the way he preferred it. Still, Seph enjoyed the company, and for the first time, she didn’t have the urge to start running when someone stumbled out of a house.

Seph wasn’t a violent person, but there was just something so punchable about a frat guy. And Luke. 

She’d heard the name before. Hemmings was an infamous whisper amongst the dining halls, of whatever he and Hood had been doing the night before. Upperclassmen friends she made would warn her away from anyone with an H last name. 

Despite her friend’s warnings, Seph couldn’t help the way her cheeks warmed when Luke glanced down at her with that grin. But she’d always been a proximity person, and she chalked the fluttering in the depths of her stomach up to the fragrant depth of Luke’s cologne that flooded her senses. It was mild, not too heavy, which she appreciated, and she hadn’t even noticed it until she was wearing his jacket. 

His demeanor was entirely different to how he had been in class. It wasn’t that he was any less confident, but he kept his head down in class, and didn’t say much. He had friends, quite talkative ones, that he enjoyed the company of in class, people Seph didn’t like to associate with, but he wasn’t much for speaking. However, it was a stark difference to the confident way he greeted people and carried himself while they made their way down the pavement. 

He fit right in on Greek row. 

“So, what does-”

“Luke!” 

Luke scowled at the interruption, spinning around to find the source of the exclamation, brow knitting when his eyes finally fall on the person. Under the streetlight that shadows his features, he can’t see the figure very well, but that problem is quickly solved by their emergence into the light. 

This girl is gorgeous. 

Long legs that seemed to go on forever in the skirt she wore, beautifully golden, compliment the blonde ends of her dark hair and white smile. “Lu, I didn’t realize you were around. You should’ve said hi.”

“Just passing by. This your party?” He nodded towards the house she had come from, alive with a loud party that would definitely fizzle out in a few hours after a noise complaint. 

The girl’s cheeks seem to redden as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, tittering nervously. “Uh, yeah, not mine. Sneaky link, you know how it is.” The two shared a soft chuckle, apparently recalling their own, before the girl’s dark eyes fall to Seph, who couldn’t look more nervous. “You’re cute. I’m Mya.” 

“Seph.” 

“Oh, you know, when I was in high school, I had this freshman. Her name was something like Steph, but it wasn’t quite.” Mya exclaimed excitedly, turning her attention to Seph completely. “You know, Steph, you look a lot like her.” 

“Seph.” Luke corrected, nudging Mya gently to hammer the point home. “Her name’s Seph.” 

There was a beat of silence before Mya squealed and spun back to Seph. “Ohmygod, did you go to Rainer High in Toulouse?” Seph barely had the time to nod before Mya was pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. “Girl! It’s been too long.” She suddenly gasped and pulled back, holding the shorter girl at arm’s length. “Sephie, didn’t we tell you to never go home with the tall ones with pretty eyes? I know they’re cute, but it never goes well.” She leaned in, although she didn’t lower her voice, so Luke heard everything. “Believe me, this one definitely isn’t worth it.” 

With an affronted look, Luke cocked his head to the side, scowling at his friend as he pulled her away by the back of the bralette she wore. “Alright, you. This has been nice, but I think Seph’s brother will kill me if we don’t head back soon.” 

“Oh, right, you’re Michael Clifford’s sister, right?” Michael was much more known around the town than Seph was. She didn’t have the time to go to nearly as many parties as he did, but she definitely had him beat in the theater department. “And Ashton Irwin! They were always nice.” Mya paused, slinking after Luke as he started to walk away with Seph under his arm. “For boys. You know, Sephie, if you wanted a hookup, I know a lot nicer guys.”

“We’re not-”

“Mya, we’re not hooking up. I’m walking her home.”

Mya’s expression soured as she slipped off her heels to carry them, catching up with the blonde pair. Without heels, she was shorter, although she was still taller than Seph, albeit, not by much. “Like hell you are. Sephie, never let boys know where you live.” 

Despite the way Luke glanced down in a silent question if Seph was done with Mya’s presence, Seph giggled at her old friend’s proclamations, filing each of them under the other advice she’d been given. “I’ll keep it in mind. Luke, I can go home from here.” She muttered, just as they approached the greenhouses on the edge of campus, poking Luke gently in the ribs, in case he hadn’t heard her. 

“Like hell you are.” Luke said, glancing up at Mya, who giggled at his echo. “Do you realize how much Michael will hurt me if I let you walk home alone?” 

“Luke, I’ll be fine, it’s a ten minute walk-”

“Plus she won’t be alone,”

“Yeah, exact- wait, what?” 

Mya scoffed, as if the question was dumb in of itself, but she just as easily slung her arm around Seph’s shoulders, to drag her along. “You never let boys know where you live. You also never walk home alone. That’s what sisters are for.” She added with a jostle of Seph’s shoulders. 

Rationally, Seph knew that she should call Ashton and have her meet him halfway, which would avoid the worst-case scenario of both options, but something told her to trust Mya. Maybe it was the way that she smelled the exact same as the entire cheer team used to, a group of some of the sweetest and best friends Seph had ever known. It might’ve been her infectious smile that made Seph want to grin instantly. 

“Yeah, okay.” She admitted, sweeping a lock of soft blonde hair over her own shoulder. “Luke, I’ll see you in class?”

Apprehension was written across Luke’s face, but he nodded after brief hesitation. His blue eyes searched Seph’s for any second thoughts, but apparently finding none, he took a step away from the girls, running a hand through his loose curls. “Tomorrow. Do you have my phone number?” 

“I’ll get it from Mikey.” 

Still hesitant, Luke nodded, slowly, taking another step away. “My, text me when you drop her off and when you get home.”

“Goodbye, Lu.”

“Bye, Mya.” He lowered his gaze to Seph, waiting for her gentle nod to take another step away and spin around. “Tomorrow, Princess.” 

Both Mya and Seph waited for Luke to lumber around the corner to turn back around and continue towards the dorms, not turning until they saw his tall figure disappear from the road it had been cast on. 

“Okay, Seph. You have to fill me in on everything.”

Seph hadn’t realized she still wore Luke’s jacket until she burrowed into it and found a surprisingly pleasant whiff of the cologne she’d become a big fan of.

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[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

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

calum x fem!oc

ongoing

word count: 140k+

warnings: mentions of cancer, body image, weight loss. (if you’ve read it and have other things i should add here please tell me!)

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chapter zero chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight chapter nine chapter ten chapter eleven chapter twelve chapter thirteen chapter fourteen chapter fifteen chapter sixteen chapter seventeen chapter eighteen chapter nineteen chapter twenty chapter twenty one chapter twenty two chapter twenty three chapter twenty four chapter twenty five chapter twenty six chapter twenty seven chapter twenty eight chapter twenty nine chapter thirty chapter thirty one chapter thirty two (new 12/4/23) chapter thirty three (new 12/5/23) chapter thirty four (new 12/7/23) chapter thirty five (new 12/8/23) chapter thirty six (new 12/11/23) chapter thirty seven (new 12/11/23) chapter thirty eight (new 12/11/23) chapter thirty nine (new 12/12/23) chapter forty (new 12/12/23) chapter forty one (new 12/13/23) chapter forty two (new 12/13/23) chapter forty three (new 12/22/23) chapter forty four (new 12/27/23) chapter forty five (new 12/27/23)

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[nimrats]

STAR OF THE NIGHT ━━ 00. people watching

calum doesn’t know why he’s at a fashion show, of all places.

sometimes, although he’s considered a famous guitarist due to the band, he forgets the first part. famous, i.e. being invited to fancy parties, award shows, places he would never have found himself if it weren’t for his status. yet here he is, glass of fancy champagne in his hand as he stands with ashton who he’s letting do most of the talking to another musician at the after party. calum knows who he is, heard a few of his songs throughout the years, but he’s not focused enough on anything to care about what he’s saying. luckily, ashton is used to him letting him carry the conversation when meeting new people.

his focus is on practically everyone else in the room, mind on autopilot as he people watches. he saw a girl, one of the models from the show not even an hour before, making out with some celebrity he knows he’s seen on a billboard before. another girl is clearly not interested in the conversation she’s having with someone he doesn’t recognise, but the smile on her face stays put until she can eventually break away from the conversation. he doesn’t know what he’s looking for, just letting his eyes flitter around the room as he casually sips at his drink.

then his eyes land on her.

he recognises her immediately, she’s changed out of the last outfit she wore on the runway, most of the models had. but if you had asked him, he wouldn’t be able to recount what exactly she was wearing. for him, the appeal was her alone. her dark hair had been straightened as it fell past her shoulders, white dress swaying against her thighs as she walked impressively well in the high heel stilettos she wore. she smiles at people as she greets them with her red coated lips and incredibly straight teeth, one of the waiters immediately passing her a drink. he doesn’t know her name, but he knows she’s the star of the night. whether it was just to him, or the rest of the audience too.

to her, the after parties are the worst parts of her job. she can stand on a runway with ease, has learnt to feel comfortable under prying eyes staring at every superficial part of her body. one thing elsie finn had not mastered, was interaction. she knew she had to uphold appearances, pretend to be interested in whatever some fashion designer had to say so that they’d consider her in the future for a job. her livelihood was something she was proudly good at, even though some would say it wasn’t hard to do in the first place. but she would always feel out of place in a conversation with someone that doesn’t really know her, which is why she had gone to find her getaway place she often resorted to.

last thing she expected was to find someone else on the, what she thought, was an undiscovered balcony getaway on the third floor of the mansion they were in. she had found solace leaning against the railing at previous parties she had wanted to get away from, having been there many times before for similar events. but she had never been accompanied by anyone before. and she definitely wouldn’t have expected the stranger on the balcony to become such an important figure in her life as time went on, but life was funny at pairing people together in that way.

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[stylesparadise]

Hi friends! I hope this post finds you well! I’m going to cut to the chase and say that I am once again looking for someone to (telegram) roleplay with!

My life has been a bit crazy lately, but I’m finding some inspiration and free time that I would love to put into a creative outlet to strengthen myself as a writer. I am over 21 so I request that my partners are the same, maybe 18+, but absolutely no minors. I’ve been writing for at least 9 years and would like to say that I’m well seasoned in this! I normally write a page (or more) depending on how well detailed the other response is so that I feel I can have enough to write off of. I’m more than okay with switching plots and trying new things so please do not hesitate to ask on any of those. I also get lives get in the way and I will put in here that I do work a full time early morning job!

I am interested in broadening from my normal and would like to search for someone to write for Sirius Black (or Harry Potter in general), Pedro Pascal or Joel Miller, and as always Harry Styles, One Direction (and solo!), 5SOS. if any of this interests you please message me and hopefully we can connect!

I do ask that you use “,” quotations when speaking, proper grammar and spelling, and are able to write in this lengthier responses (I understand short ones happen). I normally prefer doubles and would like to stick to that as I feel it’s only fair and wouldn’t want to make someone write as only a male lead. We can discuss everything else!

4.16.2023

#harry styles roleplay #one direction #niall horan roleplay #one direction roleplay #zayn malik roleplay #5sos roleplay #harry styles rp #1x1 rpg #louis tomlinson roleplay #luke hemmings rp #zayn x oc #niall x oc #Sirius #Sirius black roleplay #Harry Potter roleplay #Harry Potter #Joel Miller roleplay #tlou roleplay #ashton irwin #calum hood #calum hood roleplay #Ashton Irwin roleplay

[bestyearsluke28]

Lie To Me - 3 | Heat Waves

Ivy lay awake staring at the ceiling, occasionally glancing over at her clock that read 3:45. She was waiting for it to become morning.

She'd accepted that she wasn't falling asleep anytime soon, not with her head in the manic state that it was in.

Ivy couldn't put her mind to rest, she was thinking about everything. She was so conflicted with her feelings.

She was trying to be honest with herself lately, a new thing she was trying. It was good, to be honest, but it was causing her a lot of stress.

Admitting to herself that she likes someone takes a while, she just keeps telling herself she's being strange or thinking about little things too much over and over again.

She couldn't get Ashton out of her head. His beautiful eyes, his smooth sun-kissed skin and the freckles that splayed across his cheeks.

She was in love with every single feature of his face.

When she and Ashton stayed up drinking beside the pool one night that's when she realised that she was in deep.

He looked so gentle and welcoming with his kind eyes and his features lit up with the pool lights and the moon.

She didn't say anything and tried to act normal but her heart was beating out of her chest.

Her heart was also racing the other night with Luke, his hands grasping onto her like he was going to lose her at any moment. She felt secure with Luke which wasn't a familiar feeling for her, she was almost always on edge, waiting for something horrible to happen. She hoped for the best but also prepared for the worst. He'd take a bullet for her and she knew it. He made sure she knew it.

She loved how comforting his warm, soft and tanned skin was against hers. She loved how he scrunched the fabric of her shorts and how his hands felt against her thighs.

The other night was very new for them, Luke had dreamed of it but he never thought it would happen.

He loved the way his hands looked against her olive skin, soothing her with his delicate touch.

He loved the way his head fit so perfectly on her chest like it was made just for him.

He loved the way her fingers raked through his messy blonde hair. It could send him right to sleep, even if the world was ending it would never fail to instantly put him at ease.

And Ashton was also thinking too much for his own good. He was an over-thinker and it kept him up some nights.

He was used to it. Whenever he couldn't sleep, he would go downstairs and sleep on the couch, hoping Ivy would join him and they'd cuddle up and watch Titanic until they fell asleep.

He threw the covers off his body, slipping on some pyjama bottoms and making his way downstairs.

He ran his hand through his hair, pushing the strands away from his eyes with a deep sigh.

He got a glass of water for himself and an extra one for Ivy in case she came down to join him.

He sat down on the l-shaped couch, staring up at the ceiling again.

He sat in silence for a few minutes until he could hear light footsteps coming down the stairs.

He sat up and smiled, watching Ivy come down the stairs to meet him.

He opened his arms up, moving a little to make space for her beside him. "Hi, Ives," Ashton smiled as she situated herself beside him, and he hugged her close to his side.

"You okay?" Ivy asked him and he nodded.

"Yeah, just thinking too much and I couldn't sleep," he let out a breath and Ivy nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

They had many nights like these.

In the early hours of the morning when they couldn't sleep, they would find each other and just sit and be there with one another, even if they weren't saying a word.

Whether it was on the couch, in the kitchen, in Ashton's bedroom or by the pool they adored just being with each other.

It was one of those nights where they just needed to be silent and simply just...think. They both knew it, so it's exactly what they did.

They sat in silence in each other's arms, watching the tv but not fully registering what was going on in the movie. "Ash? What do I do about having conflict... with my thoughts? I want something but I also want something else. They're both so different but I just can't choose."

"Let it play out, it'll sort itself out and you'll decide what you want. Remember, don't settle for anything, go for what you truly want, Ivy."

"Thank you," she whispered, finally being able to put her thoughts to rest. Ashton always helped her, he gave the best advice but never used it for himself.

"Ivy, help me stop thinking," it was eating him alive. It could be the stupidest, most irrelevant thing but he would spend every minute of the day thinking about it.

"Just think, on your deathbed, this thing you're thinking about. Will it matter to you and will you think about it at that moment? If not, it doesn't matter and it's not worth your time or thought."

Ashton sat staring at the ceiling again, thinking more for a moment. It wouldn't matter, the only thing that would matter to him would be his friends and family in the end, nothing makes him truly happy like they do. "You should've told me that sooner," Ashton chuckled and Ivy smiled into his chest.

"Come to my room?" Ash asks, slightly nudging her shoulder.

Ivy nodded her head, attempting to climb off of him but he didn't let her.

Instead, he carried her up the stairs, the blanket from the couch still wrapped up around her.

As soon as her head hit Ashton's pillow she was knocked out and Ashton brought the bedsheets over her, making sure she was warm and comfortable enough before getting in bed himself.

Ivy's words kept playing over and over in his head. After hearing what she said he'd probably never overthink about something stupid ever again.

She was so knowledgeable and Ashton knew for sure she'd read that in one of her books. A lot of the things she says, all her lyrics sound like they're straight from a beautiful piece of literature.

She was like a goddess out of a beautiful piece of literature.

#5sos fic #luke hemmings #5sos #friendstolovers #love triangle #ashton irwin #best friends #ashtonirwin #calum hood #michael clifford #romance #fanfiction #fanfic #5sos angst #young adult #teen fiction #5sos luke #female song writer #luke hemmings x fem!oc

[landologg]

Brooklyn Baby

luke hemmings x fem!oc

irl + social media au

summary: he's a guitarist in a band and she's a small known singer who's opening for him for his one night only show. they've been pining over each other for some time now. will her opening for his show make sparks fly?

ps. thank you to ava, lyss, & molly for willing to be my comments for this post :) also try to imagine gracie as sierra for the couples pics!

pps. thank you for all the love on these! they mean the world to me!!

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lukehemmings • fonda theater

thank you for all the love on this album, me, and these shows. i am incredibly grateful to play these songs live for you. these songs were written at a point in my life where i didn't know where to go. but, now i do. thank you for the memories and thank you to abby for being such an incredible opener. ✨️

tagged /// abigalkinsley

abigalkinsley: so grateful i got to open for you luke ✨️💗 you're amazing

ashtonirwin: so proud of you dude! you rocked it!

wwylmolly: LUKE STOP BEING SO SEXY

michaelclifford: it was rare & i was there

ava_hrry: WOOF WOOF

calumhood: damn you're cool

vampirevalntine: luke come to atlanta next

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abigalkinsley • fonda theater

best moment ever 💗 thank you to luke for giving me the chance to open, you're an angel! :)

tagged /// lukehemmings

lukehemmings: i appreciate you more than you know abby, we need to hop in the studio together one day

vampirevalntine: WAHHHH

ashtonirwin: absolutely amazing

ava_hrry: MOTHER IS MOTHERING

calumhood: huge fan of you

wwylmolly: im in love bye

michaelclifford: YOU LITERALLY ARE SO COOL

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abby's pov:

"hey luke, what's up?" i replied anwsering his phone call. "nothing much, i was just wondering, um... are you free later?" he asked in a quieter town. "yeah of course! did you want to hang out?" i replied wondering what he was thinking. "what about a date instead?" coming up with a responce was a little hard, soeaking that i have been in love you luke since like 2015?? then i blurted out, "luke i would love to!" because you would never turn down THE luke hemmings... and little did he know i was completely going insane. in a good way of course. "okay cool! i'll pick you up at 7? is that okay?" he asked, showing that he was obviously nervous. "luke. you're good. okay? you can breathe now. i'll see you at 7." "okay. see you then abby." "bye luke"

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abigalkinsley & lukehemmings added to their stories!

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lukehemmings

call your mom featuring abigalkinsley out now! this one means alot to me, hope you enjoy.

tagged /// abigalkinsley, 5sos

abigalkinsley: we nailed it

ashtonirwin: pure fuego 🤘🏼

wwylmolly: WHAT THE FUCK?!

calumhood: the most rocking stars

ava_hrry: i need a minute

michaelclifford: im losing my shit right now

vampirevalntine: DONT SAY THIS THEN LEAVE?!

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abigalkinsley • sydney, aus

crikey!

ashtonirwin: no one says that

ava_hrry: FML

michaelclifford: YUP

lukehemmings: hope youre enjoying aus!

wwylmolly: IM DONE FOR

calumhood: who's that?

vampirevalntine: NO WAY NO WAY

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lukehemmings • australia

that's what i like about you

calumhood: thanks for telling us you have a girlfriend, mate

michaelclifford: wow

wwylmolly: IM HEARTBROKEN

ashtonirwin: ❤️❤️

ava_hrry: OH MY GOD

abigalkinsley: :)

wwylmolly: YOU HOLD ME TIIGJTTT

vampirevalntine: LUKE???????

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abigalkinsley

brooklyn baby. the album. out now. 💗💗💗 and yes. my boyfriend is indeed in a band :)

tagged /// lukehemmings

lukehemmings: i love you<3

lukehemmings: you should change to using the :') kind of smiley face

ava_hrry: WHAJTTHEFUCK

ashtonirwin: let's fucking go!!!!

wwylmolly: ABBY???? PLEASE-

michaelclifford: DIED DEAD OHMYGOSH

vampirevalntine: OSKEKLGOEOOW

calumhood: talent

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lukehemmings added to their story!

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lukehemmings

lover of mine 💗💗💗

tagged /// abigalkinsley

abigalkinsley: i love love love love you

abigalkinsley: baby boy 🦋

vampirevalntine: I SCREECHED

ashtonirwin: 🤌🤌

ava_hrry: WIOFSIDOCODV

calumhood: iconic

wwylmolly: IM IN LOVE WITJ BOTH OF YOU

michaelclifford: guys aren't you proud i kept it a secret?

#luke hemming imagines #luke 5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #luke hemmings x reader #5sos imagine #5sos fanfic #5sos #michael 5sos #michael clifford #ashton 5sos #ashton irwin #calum hood #calum 5sos #fanfic #lana del rey #lana is god #taylor swift #taylor swift eras #eras film #1989 tv #Spotify

[caughtupinheaven]

posting again bc i feel my muse slowly rebounding from my writers block. i'm on the hunt for some specific pairings. bold is who i would want to use/be writing as. i'm mostly into slice of life plots but love fluff, angst and/or smut (happy to explore all of the above.) hmu if you are interested (please specify which pairing[s]) or like this and i’ll come to you!

shelley hennig x dylan o'brien

crystal reed x daniel sharman

renee rapp x lola tung

margot robbie/any other female x nicholas galitzine (nick is one of my wanted opps rn, so i would play other f’s against him. just love how he looks w margot)

chase sui wonders x luke hemmings

annasophia robb x josh hutcherson

maia reficco x kit connor

taylor swift x harry styles

maya hawke x any female fc

natalia dyer x any male fc

cody christian x any female fc (my cody oc has a complicated history, i can give you a backstory as part of an interest check)

jennifer morrison x any older (35/40+) male fc

shailene woodley x any male fc/female fc (platonic for female.)

#1x1 #1x1 rp #discord rp #discord 1x1

[delphi-dreamin]

Desperate

Simeon needs help that Delphi is more than willing to provide.

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Simeon x Delphi

Warnings: fem!OC, slight voyuerism, pillow humping, unprotected sex, creampie

This started out as just a "What if?" between friends. Then I decided it would be an excellent little snippet for our dear angel's birthday. So, happy birthday, Simeon! 💋

“Baby, I have to go to work,” Delphi chuckles, trying only halfheartedly to push Simeon away. He’s pressed fully against her, pinning her to the wall behind the restaurant where they’d just finished a lovely dinner, while his mouth does absolutely sinful things to her neck, jaw, and shoulder. Goosebumps erupt over her flushed skin as his hands find the hem of her shirt and slide under it, wandering up to her waist. She rakes her fingers through his hair as he sinks his teeth into the muscle of her neck, a low moan escaping her throat, “What’s gotten into you, angel?”

“I need you, starlight,” he breathes into her skin, continuing to place hot, open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach. “Please stay with me.”

Still gripping his soft locks, she sighs, “I wish I could, angel. But I have to work tonight.”

The whine he lets out nearly breaks her heart. She isn’t oblivious. She can feel how hard he is where he’s pressed against her abdomen. She’d fully intended on making their date night a full night affair, but she’d been called in at the last minute with only enough time to make their dinner reservation before she needed to teleport to work.

She cups his nearly feverish cheek in her hand, giving him a pitying look. “It’s only a half shift. I’ll be off around midnight. And then, I promise, I will come straight back to you, angel.”

Simeon whines, but nods, his clear turquoise eyes watery with need. He steps back to allow her to move, adjusting his cloak to cover his front. He clears his throat as he adjusts and asks, “You don’t have to go back to the House?”

Delphi smiles, stroking his cheek with her knuckles, “I’m all yours tonight, baby. Lucifer and his brothers aren’t expecting me back until tomorrow evening for dinner. Maybe we can even pry Sol away from his projects later?”

The shiver that she watches go through him at the suggestion forces her lip to curl. Delphi reaches up to press a kiss to Simeon’s soft lips, the lightly sweet flavor of Demonus still clinging to them. He hadn’t had that much, but apparently it was just enough.

“Can you get home okay?” she whispers to him. At his nod, she smiles sweetly one last time and teleports away.

The Devildom Emergency Communications Center is warded against teleportation and summoning magic as a security measure against potential threats. There aren’t as many as one would think, mainly because it falls under the jurisdiction of the Royal Army. But it's still a secure facility, meaning that, like every emergency dispatch center she’s ever worked at, you have to have a key to get in.

Delphi is at the door when she realizes that her key is in her wallet which is on Simeon’s nightstand. She mentally kicks herself for her thoughtlessness. Because, unlike her agency in the human world, the DECC won’t just buzz you in if you forget your key.

She still has half an hour before she has to be on console, so she teleports herself back to Purgatory Hall. Luke and Solomon are at the castle for a few hours, so there’s an almost eerie stillness to the dorm when she enters. She doesn't think anything of it and continues up to Simeon's door, just about to walk in when she hears a peculiar sound.

It's almost like a sob, she thinks. But that doesn't make sense. Why would Simeon be crying? The door is cracked, so she peers in toward his bed and her heart nearly stops. The breath goes from her lungs, her face grows hot, and there’s an immediate throb between her legs that she decides right then and there that she will not ignore. She whips out her D.D.D. and shoots off a quick text to her boss, claiming food poisoning, then turns the thing off completely.

Looking back inside the room, her mouth goes dry. She hadn’t been imagining it.

Simeon is on his bed, stripped of his cloak and crisp white pants, the vast expanse of his rich honey-colored back exposed to the moonlight streaming through his open curtains, his muscles highlighted in silver. The clerical collar that usually sits at his throat is pulled off and thrown haphazardly on his nightstand, threatening to fall off if a breeze were to catch it. He’s glistening with sweat, his normally soft chestnut locks pasted to his forehead and cheeks, and desperately rutting into…Her pillow?

The throb between her legs turns into a burning ache as she realizes that, yes, that is unmistakably her pink pillowcase she sees beneath his hips and grasped tightly in his shaking hand. She’d left it because she was planning to stay the night that night after she got off work, but clearly her boyfriend had other plans with the piece of bedding. She watches, enraptured, as he bows his head and his thrusts become faster, more desperate.

The gasp she lets out, though, when she hears him cry, “Please, starlight-- Delphi, I need you—” is so loud that she’s astounded that he didn’t hear.

Delphi can’t stop herself from slipping into the room and softly closing the door behind her, silently as she can turning the lock and placing a curse on the handle so that they can’t be disturbed. She approaches the bed, resting her knee on the corner and asking gently, “Do you want some help, baby?”

He jumps at the sound of her voice, rolling over to quickly hide her pillow behind him. His beautiful turquoise eyes are blown and he’s flushed with need from his chest to the tips of his ears. His cock, hard and glistening with precum, twitches against his stomach as she watches him with a soft smile.

“I thought you were at work?” Simeon pants, voice smaller than she’d ever heard it.

“I forgot my wallet,” Delphi explains, gesturing to the nightstand where her wallet sits next to his precariously perched clerical collar. “But it seems like you need me more than they do.”

She climbs onto the bed and settles on her knees between his legs with a grin. She runs a hand up one of his warm thighs, watching intently as he groans and leans back onto his elbows, his head falling back beautifully. He arches into her touch as she continues to trail her hand up his hip and tightly clenched abs. Delphi spreads her hands over his pecs as she settles herself on his abs, leaning down to brush her lips against his.

“Delphi,” Simeon breathes into her mouth, gripping her hips tightly.

“What do you need, angel?” she responds, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.

He uses his grip on her hips to pick her up and roll them both over, pinning her beneath him. Simeon looks her up and down, letting out an appreciative hum at the growing wet spot in the crotch of her leggings. He runs his hands down her legs, thumbs dipping down to scrape gently at her inner thighs. He sighs, “I’d like these off, if possible.”

Delphi grins, lifting her hips for him. He hooks his fingers under the elastic waistband and slowly pulls leggings and panties both down her hips, hissing at the glistening strands of slick that stretch away with the clothes. Simeon discards them without taking his eyes off her, groaning as she drops her knees, letting her legs spread wide for him.

“Oh, starlight,” he groans, biting his lip.

A smirk still curling the corners of her mouth, she teases, “Can the rest come off, angel? Or do I have to keep my shirt on?”

“Whatever you want,” Simeon breathes, reaching down to slide his hands under the hem of her shirt. She arches her back so prettily for him as he slips the garment up over the swell of her breasts, his mouth watering at the sight of the inky black of her pact marks against her creamy skin. They’ve always bothered him, though he’d never tell her that. It means that her soul is forfeit, she’ll never know paradise if she ever passes. But he has to admit, they do suit her.

He brushes his thumbs over her soft, pink nipples, watching with delight as the skin pebbles and the little nubs harden under his touch. It still amazes him that she reacts to him this way, that she wants him in this way. Never could he have imagined, at the beginning of the exchange program, that he would not only be head over heels in love with one of the human exchange students, but that she would return his affections wholly and without reservation.

He watches with wonder as goosebumps form over her chest, following the trail of his fingers wherever they go. He loves to watch her. Loves to see the different ways he can bring her pleasure, the ways he can make her fall apart beneath him. Simeon gingerly pulls the shirt over her head, laying it beside her shoulder before running his gloved hands down her pale arms.

Delphi takes one of his hands in hers when they meet, bringing it up to her lips to kiss his fingertips before taking one long finger into her mouth. She keeps her eyes trained on his as she soaks his glove under her swirling tongue, smirking at the whine he lets slip from his plush lips. She watches his pupils go impossibly wider with want, only a thin ring of turquoise visible around them as she begins to tug the glove off between her teeth.

As the dark fabric slides off, she watches his breath go shallow and his cheeks darken. She can see his pulse jumping in his throat, can feel the heat radiating from him as he kneels over her. He raises his other hand to her lips, roughly inserting two fingers between them. His eyelashes flutter closed as she takes the digits eagerly, swirling her tongue around and over them and leaving his glove soaked before removing the second one as well.

Simeon lowers himself to his elbows, carefully not putting all his weight on her petite frame but slotting himself between her thighs. He looks at her with pleading eyes.

“Starlight, can I—”

“Please, angel,” Delphi cuts him off before Simeon can finish his question. There’s an insistent need to feel him inside her beginning deep within her core. She reaches up to brush his hair away from his eyes, her hand coming to rest finally on his bicep. “Fill me up. Let me feel all of you. Give me everything you have, baby.”

Before she can finish her entreaties, Simeon claims her lips, drawing moans from her delicate throat as he presses into her. He moves slowly, evenly, allowing her to feel every inch as he sheathes himself completely within her warmth.

“Fuck, angel,” she sighs as his thick tip prods deliciously at the spongey sweet spot deep within her, his movements small but steady, continually hitting that one spot over and over, exactly how she likes. She fists her hand in his hair, pulling him down to her and kissing at his neck and jaw.

His breath is rough in her ear between panting moans and whispers of her name. Every noise, every puff of warm air in the shell of her ear sends a shiver down her spine, more goosebumps erupting over her sensitive skin. Simeon takes her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling on it gently as he continues to rock into her.

His pace is unhurried, occasionally pausing to withdraw nearly completely before slowly pushing back in to the hilt. The slow drag of him against her walls is intoxicating, a dizzy feeling clouding her senses as he slows even further, hovering with just his swollen cockhead teasing the little ring of muscle at her entrance. Simeon delights in her whines and groans, her whimpering gaining pitch as he feels her begin to clench around him.

Pretty violet eyes, glassy and ringed with fuchsia, look back at him as he hefts himself onto his elbows. There’s a rosy flush to her cheeks and sweat is beginning to shine on her forehead and neck. Simeon sighs into her touch as she snakes a hand up to cup his cheek, running a thumb along his lower lip. He kisses the pad of it gently, grinning as he feels her pulse quicken and her walls tighten around his length.

“Are you going to come for me, starlight?” he breathes, maintaining a steady rhythm despite her attempt at bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts.

He smiles at her frantic nod, inhaling sharply at the feeling of her nails digging into his arms as she clings to him desperately. Her legs wrap around his hips, allowing him to reach just that little bit deeper, push just that little bit farther, until she’s coming undone beneath him. She cries out in pleasure, eyes screwing shut as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm, his own peak getting closer with every squeeze of her velvety walls.

“Fuck, Simeon,” Delphi sobs, hips stuttering and hands fisting in his hair. The jolting of her hips slows as he continues to rock into her, his pace quickening until she can feel a second peak forming and tears begin to form in her violet eyes.

Every time with Simeon is different, she realizes as he dips his head down to place a kiss over the pulse in her neck. He’s always gentle with her, always careful of the fact that her human body would be so easy to break. It’s only when she turns her head to capture his lips with her own, moaning prettily into him, that he takes it as permission to chase his own high, to be a little less than gentle with her.

He lifts her thighs to rest on his shoulders, pressing a kiss into the inside of her knee as she adjusts to the new position. Then she looks up at him, brows furrowed and eyes pleading, her bottom lip between her teeth, and Simeon snaps his hips into hers.

Her high, keening cry is all the encouragement he needs to keep going, to hammer into her as hard and as fast as he can manage without hurting her. Relentlessly, he pounds into the spongey sweet spot deep within her, causing stars to bloom over Delphi's vision with each thrust.

“Oh, Simeon,” she moans, gripping tightly to the sheets above her head. “Angel, I’m so close, please!”

Simeon chuckles, pressing another kiss to her knee. “Go on, starlight,” he pants, finding her clit with one of his long fingers and rubbing circles around the swollen bud. He smiles at the whine it draws from her, watching as her eyes squeeze shut and her legs shake.

“Look at me, lamb,” Simeon breathes, smiling as she meets his gaze. “I want to see the look on your face when you fall apart for me.”

His teasing is all the push Delphi needs to fall over the edge once again, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as her orgasm crashes around her. Her walls clenching around him sends Simeon hurtling toward his release as well, his hips snapping into hers just a few more times before he stills, his warmth filling her until she’s certain she can’t take any more.

Breath heavy and glassy-eyed, Delphi can’t help giggling as Simeon collapses on her, nuzzling into her neck with a contented sigh. She wraps her arms around him gently, raking her hands through his soft chestnut hair. She kisses just beneath his ear, breathing, “Feel better, baby?”

“Mm, very much,” Simeon hums.

“Good,” she chuckles. “Now get off of me! My hips can’t take much more than this!”

Taglist: @sassykattery @leavesandflowers @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do

#obey me #obey me simeon #obey me simeon x oc #obey me x oc #mc!delphi #hbd simeon #obey me smut #i just love this angel so much #i'd give him the world #please don't tell me how shitty it is

[lunarwritesthings]

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Musicians and Bands

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Corpse Husband

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[wontlastimokwiththat]

Virginity Loss (Kinktober 2022)

Pairing: Bad Boy!Luke x Female!OC

Words: 1,607

Warnings: Sex (duh), Mentions of STIs, Virginity Loss, Language, Drinking Alcohol (not drunk)

Bad boy Luke is soft with his girlfriend and takes her viginity

I looked at Luke from across the table.

"What are you thinking about, pretty girl?" he asked, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"How many people have you had sex with?" I tilted my head, swirling the wine in my glass.

"What?" He sat his glass down.

"How many people have you had sex with, Luke? I've heard the rumors. A lot of the girls I talk to on campus have stories about sex with you or they know people that have had sex with you. You don't have to give me the exact number, just a ballpark number."

"Why?" he asked, reaching across and taking my hand. "Why does it matter? We've been together for six months, I've been devoted to you, cut all the ties I have with any of my previous partners-"

"Sex partners. You've never had a romantic relationship," I corrected.

"Right," he nodded. "But I still don't understand why it matters?"

"Because we've been together for six months, Luke, and I don't know anything about your sexual history. That's something important for long-term partners to discuss. How many partners have you had? Did any of them have STIs? Do you? W-"

"That's what you're worried about?" he laughed quietly. "You haven't told me about your partners either." I scoffed.

"W-" He cut me off.

"I'll tell you about mine, but you have to tell me about yours, deal?" He didn't wait for a response before he started talking again. "Honestly, I've lost count of how many partners I've had. I'm not sure if any of them have had STIs, I don't normally make it a point to ask. I always wear a condom, so I don't worry about it. And I get tested every month, well, I did until month two with you. No, I don't have any STIs. Now, what about you?"

"I'm a virgin," I shrugged.

"Well, you're my first one of those," he grinned. I rolled my eyes. "Is that why you're worried? Do you think you won't be as good?" I scoffed, shaking my head.

"That's the least of my worries, Hemmings. And who says I even want to have sex with you?"

"Everyone wants to have sex with me," he smirked. "And why'd you ask if you don't want to have sex?"

"I was just curious," I looked down. He squeezed my hand.

"It's alright if you want to have sex, Ana," he assured. "I promise I'll be soft and gentle and take care of you. I know you. You'll want your first time to be special. I can give you that."

"Do you promise?" I looked up at him.

"You have my word, pretty girl," he smiled softly.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Anything for you." ***** He picked me up from class a few weeks later and took me to his house.

"I have a surprise for you," he smiled as he opened the house door for me.

"You do?" I asked, walking in and wrapping my arms around his neck after sitting my bag down.

"A warm, candle lit bath followed by a nice massage to relax after a long day of classes," he spoke softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Then take out from Carlton's while we watch movies on the couch."

"I love that place," I hummed.

"I know," he nodded. "We had our first date there." I smiled, kissing him softly. He grinned, kissing me back.

"Let's get you in the bath, yeah?"

"Yeah," I nodded, letting go of him. He smiled, picking me up bridal style. I squealed, holding on to him tightly. He carried me to the bathroom, sitting me down before starting the bath water. I watched him.

"Gonna strip for me?" he smirked.

"Luke Robert Hemmings, is this your way of getting me naked?" I shook my head with a giggle.

"How about you take something of mine off then I'll take something of yours off?" He lit the candles, lighting up the bathroom before turning off the lights. He was breathtaking in the candlelight too.

"Only if you get a bath with me," I looked up at him as I walked over to him.

"You have to wash my hair," he smiled, pulling my hair out of the bun it was in.

"Deal," I smiled, pulling his shirt off of him. I smiled, tracing my fingers over his tattoos. "This one's new." I traced the tattoo of the owl over his heart.

"I got it for you," he said softly. "We saw an owl in the park on our second date. You hoo'd at it and it did the same back. You got so excited. I knew in that moment that you were something different, someone I wanted to spend a long time with."

"Forever with?" I asked him as he pulled off my shirt.

"If you'll have me forever," he nodded, keeping his eyes locked with mine.

"I would love forever with you," I smiled at him, unbuckling his belt as he unhooked my bra. I let it fall to the floor before I unbuttoned his jeans, kneeling in front of him as I pulled them down his legs. He groaned, making me smile as I pulled down his boxers. I bit my lip, looking up at him. He pulled me to my feet, carefully pulling down my leggings and underwear. I stepped out of them as he stepped out of his. "Hey, Lu?"

"Yes, pretty girl?"

"I don't think I want to take a bath. Just take me to bed," I begged softly. He smiled, turning off the bath water and walking to me.

"Jump," he instructed as he grabbed my thighs. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I tangled my fingers in his hair, kissing him softly as he carried me to his bed. He laid me back on the bed carefully, climbing over me. "Are you sure you want this? We don't have to do anything you don't wa-" I put my finger over his lips, shhing him softly.

"I want this," I promised. "I've never felt how I feel about you with anyone else. And I know, despite your reputation, that you'd never hurt me or make me regret my decision. I love you, Luke Hemmings, and I want you to make love to me."

"I love you, Ana Feid," he smiled softly.  "I'll be gentle."

"I trust you," I nodded.

"I'm glad, pretty girl," he smiled, kissing me softly. I kissed him back, tangling my fingers in his hair. He pulled away, reaching over to his bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. "You'll tell me if you want to stop, won't you?"

"I will," I nodded, groaning quietly as I watched him roll the condom on his cock. "Is that all it takes to get you riled up?" he teased, looking down at me.

"What can I say? You have that effect on me," I smiled up at him. He laughed, shaking his head.

"You're precious." He kissed me softly, dragging his cock through my pussy lips, making me gasp into the kiss. "You're so wet, pretty girl."

"All for you," I moaned as he teased the tip of his cock at my entrance. "You sound like heaven," he whispered in my ear, pushing in slowly. I moaned, digging my nails into his tattoo covered biceps as I clenched around him. "Relax, pretty girl." I nodded, doing my best to relax, keeping my eyes closed tightly. "Do you feel okay?"

"I'm okay," I nodded, opening my eyes and looking up at him. "I know you want to be gentle and ease in, but please, I want all of you. I'll adjust better that way." "Are you sure?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm sure, I promise." I wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him to me and kissing him desperately. "Please."

"Tell me if it's too much," he mumbled against my lips. I nodded and he pushed all the way in slowly. I moaned loudly, tangling my fingers in his hair and tugging slightly. "Fuck. You're so tight, pretty girl."

"You're so big, Luke," I whimpered, hiding my face in his shoulder.

"Tell me when I can move." He kissed down my jaw, kissing to my neck and sucking dark marks into the skin there. I moaned quietly.

After a few minutes, I nodded. "You can move."

"I'll be gentle," he promised, pulling out and pushing back in slowly, pulling a soft moan from my lips. He set up a slow pace, kissing me softly. I moaned into the kiss, one hand tangled in his hair and the other gripping his bicep tightly. "You feel so good, pretty girl. So tight and warm, so perfect." I moaned, clenching around him. He groaned, his thrusts speeding up just slightly.

"F-Fuck," I moaned. "O-oh, it feels so g-good. S-So much better t-than my f-fingers."

"Yeah?" He let out a breathy laugh. "Stretch you out good, don't I, pretty girl?"

"S-So good," I nodded, moaning loudly. "Feel so f-full." He groaned, moving his hand down between us and rubbing slow circles against my clit, making me cry out in pleasure.

"Like that, pretty girl?" he purred in my ear. I nodded fiercely.

"G-Gonna-" I was cut off by a broken moan slipping past my lips.

"Cum for me, pretty girl. I've got you," he cooed, not slowing his hips. I moaned loudly, cumming hard as I clenched around him. He gave a few more thrusts before stilling his hips, cumming into the condom with a deep groan. He pulled out slowly, making me whine. "Sorry, pretty girl." He pulled off the condom, tossing it in his garbage can before climbing in the bed, pulling me against him. "Do you feel okay?"

"I feel amazing," I smiled, looking up at him. "I feel empty, but amazing." He laughed.

"Did you like it?" He brushed the hair out of my face.

"I loved it," I nodded. "Was it good for you?"

"The best I've ever had," he smiled, kissing me softly. I smiled, kissing him back.

 "I love you, pretty girl."

"I love you, Lu."

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Wanderer Series Masterlist

Luke meets Yelena at a party and he didn’t think he’d fall in love. But what happens when the one he’s falling for doesn’t have any roots?

Luke Hemmings x Latina!OC

CW: 18+ Content (Smut). Angst. It hurts y’all.

Part 1

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Naughty in the sun

Naughty in the Sun

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Luke Randolph x OC (Julie)

Prompt: July 17th Playing dirty in a water fight | Summertime strip tease

Part of  Summer of Smut hosted by  @voltage-vixen and @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

Tag: Striptease Fluff Smut Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 1.715

Author’s Note: Summertime in Rhodolite keep everyone busy to invent things in order to ignore the unbearable heat that drain their energy, a lazy day off take on a naughty turn as the youngest prince give in a original idea to refresh himslef or maybe not with the help of his beloved wife, secretely loving the untamed side of that soft teddy bear she knew and loved since childhood, admiring what a man he has become through their love. 🥰

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It was a warm day in Rhodolite, the frizzy breeze of the past days nothing more than a mirage for the humidity was so high that day to leave no space to do anything even remotely productive, energy drained from the unbearable heat forcing everyone to slump lazily around thing two indolent lovebirds luckily managed to master after year of hard work in which they learnt effective techniques on how to do nothing pretending to do something, consisting in standing up and move things casually when someone was nearby.

In fact blissfully unaware of the documents stocked up in his room the eight prince and his graceful lover were idly hidden in his town apartment after having sneaked out unnoticed by the palace as Sariel was too busy organizing everything for the visit of the allied embassy coming to their country along their princes later that week.

"It is too hot in there." she sighed waving her hand trying to produce a breeze enough to refresh herself, failing miserably she let her arm fall heavily on the soft cushion of the sofa

"Maybe it is time to take off some clothes." a playful smile on his lips he brushed his fingers over the hem of her sleeve

"I already have, at this rate I will end up naked." she exclaimed, sighing softly brushing away a rebel lock from her forehead, he smirked mischievously "It is not necessarily a bad way to fight hotness."

she blushed softly "I have my doubts about its usefulness."

"I see you are too shy for that ... but heat is too unbearable to me to do nothing about it."

Slowly he slide off the settee placing himself in front of her smirking seductively tantalizing slowly he slide his shirt up his neck giving her a front row seat to his improvised striptease showing off his taut muscular torso as his arm flex to discard it carelessly on an armchair.

Breathing on swelling his chest up seeing her eyes locked to his pectoral, he faked ignorance sliding his finger over his torso until he reached his trousers hooking his thumb under the belt shooting her a lustful glance smirking playfully at her, she puffed softly as her legs brushed together in a vain attempt to find relief to the wildfire love driven lust has awake in them impossible to tame in any other way but giving in to its temptation, gesture not unnoticed by him that make his heart swell with pride in knowing to have the same effect on her as she had on his, hard it was for her to keep her need at bay especially if he was being so provocative and sensual on purpose, a dreamy sigh escaped her as his hand unbuckled his belt slowly letting it fall on the floor, turning his back to her giving her a nice view of his firm butt as he threw them on his shirt abandoned on the armchair.

Tantalizing slowly he turned to face her smirking mischievously at the sight of her green eyes wide like saucer as he brushed his fingers sultrily on his hardened still clothed crotch, while a red embarrassed blush spread on her cheeks in contrast to her pale complexion letting out an ever so soft sigh as his finger played with the waistband of his tight fitting drawers before lowering them leaving them behind forgotten on the floor while he sensually walked in her direction. Wasting no time he bend over her caressing her lips softly a mischievous glimpse on his smile as lust flickered in his now emerald eyes looking straight at her noticing the way her legs brushed against one another trying to ignore her need, knowing her far too well to not see the edge of impatient and desire flickering in her chartreuse eyes always so innocent and pure showing off any emotion she was feeling much to her unawareness, she was so unbearably adorable he could not help but feel the deep connection that bonded the together stronger than ever as they gazed in each other eyes clear mirror to show the deep love they felt for one another, trying to convey all the affection and devotion he had he melted his lips on her in a sweet soft kiss soon to grow passionate as he entwined his tongue with hers.

Her hands dived into hair tugging them lightly to keep him close to her as her legs hooked behind his, reluctantly he pulled away only to kiss his way down her neck and collarbone leaving a feather like kiss on the brown mole a little above her right breast, alike his making a smoldering bright smile appear on her lips tenderly he gazed at her taking her hand in his leaving a reverent chivalrious kiss on her knuckles as pledge of the oath he made to her since childhood renewing it once he became prince to use his sword to protect and defend her from anything and anyone doing anything to make her happy, giving himself to her completely body soul and destiny all for her to chose as they pleased in exchange of her love, thing she granted without thinking twice asking him the same thing he promptly did, confirming their love through marriage to scare off any potential and unwanted suitor that could have bothered their engagement.

Swiftly he hoisted her skirt up enough to slide her drawers off discarding them somewhere in the room before he let his lips leave a trail of wet kisses and little lovebites on her skin, slowly pushing into her hearing her delightful moan, bliss overcame them as they became one her finger dived into his hair holding him close as he melted his lips on hers once more lacing his tongue with hers while his hand roamed hungrily on her body massaging her breast swallowing her whimpers, breathless and panting he pulled away leaning his forehead to her looking straight into her eyes brushing his lips on her forehead in a reverent kiss full of devotion followed by an heartfelt confession of love enough to melt her heart into a puddle sweeping away any doubt and insecurity she had about herself mirroring his tender smile as his eyes full of affection gazed right into her 

“I love you so much Julie.”

“I love you too Luke.” 

Completely lost in each other eyes as they bodies moved in sync like one bringing them to the height of ecstasy with each might thrust of his hips into her making her moan his name professing her love for everyone to hear grasping his back her nails claw into his skin trying to steady herself amidst the waves of pleasure washing over her feeling his nimble fingers skillfully massaging her sensitive clit nibbling little lovebites all across her skin, it was dizzy and intoxicating, sweet liaisons of love linking their entire being to one another since childhood, giving them a level of intimacy never known, freedom no one ever experienced freedom of love of being their true self around one another knowing that no matter what he would have done, she would have always loved and supported him promise she kept as he did with his, to protect her and make her smile no matter the cost or how much whimsical her desire was he fulfilled them and was ready to follow her to the other end of the world just to see her smile.

Gently he went to brush his fingers over her peaked nipple earning an ever so sweet moan of pleasure to make him dizzy with desire to feel her, to be marked by her, engulfed in her scent and covered in her juice pinned down to the bed all for her to take as she pleased, how god it would have been to be his slave, his pet to use and command around as she desired he groaned lightly feeling his manhood throbbing painfully inside her feeling her walls tighten around him, slowly he set a faster peace spoiling her endlessly much to her pleasure hearing her sweet voice became louder and higher at each lick of his velvety tongue on her nipple, pleasure he decided to give in sucking them ever so lightly growling at the sensation of her finger curled into his auburn hair tickling her sensitive skin tugging lightly his locks as he graced each breast alike.

His peace errant and feverish bringing him closer to his climax at each thrust, feeling the warm embrace of her walls became tighter around him, clenching his teeth focused only on her pleasure he fully ignored her nails clawing his back drawing blood and neither her finger tugging into his hair pushing needily her hips against his, until with a final snap of his thrust she came undone for him squeezing his manhood between her warm soaked petals covering it in her sweet juice whimpering at the feeling of his essence flooding into her core filling her to the brim with his release he so generously poured into her quivering walls, coming down from their ecstasy he kissed her softly on the lips before reluctantly pulling away, hearing a soft dissatisfied whimper from her lip as he fretted over to adjust their clothes enough to bring her to their shared bed pampering her with fresh sweet of all kinds to refresh her laying blissfully splayed on the pillows, nuzzling content into his chest letting him spoil her as much as he wanted for she was not the one to complain at his selfless gestures making her feel special, treated nothing less than a Queen as ever she dared say even better than real royalty for she had no duty to attend aside from the one she decided to do.

They stayed like this, enjoying a relaxing day off basking in each other love and affection sharing secrets and stories until late at night welcoming dawn stranded away in their cozy little world, a dream all theirs to see, a whole world to enjoy bonded together by the undeniable unchanged feeling they harbored for one another since the beginning and for all eternity under the glimmering and smoldering sun of their love.

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KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 2

a calum hood songfic

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Calum didn’t want Tillie to be all he thought about, but she was. She littered his social media feeds, his camera roll, his playlists, his conversations… she was literally everywhere. Fuck, she somehow managed to be at nearly every party or event that he went to. 

Tonight was no exception. 

It was the night of the VMAs, an event both he and Tillie had been to before. They’d never been to it together, but then again, they had never actually been together. He hadn’t seen her intentionally in over a year. Their only interactions had been awkward, fleeting glances from across a crowded room or merely scrolling past photos of each other on Twitter or Instagram. 

He knew she’d be here tonight. She just released a new single — a collaboration with The 1975 — and her sophomore album was up for a handful of awards. It was a great PR opportunity and surely she’d win something, so of course she would show up to an important event in the music industry. 

He didn’t expect that she would be right next to his band on the red carpet where he could practically smell her. Tillie’s scent always brought memories flooding back. It was a mix of marijuana, Valentino Born in Roma Intense perfume, and, oddly, garlic. She always smelled like garlic. And he loved it. 

He loved her.

The weird smell was just the tip of the iceberg for his discomfort. Not only was Tillie there, right next to them, but she had also brought a date. He knew she was dating someone new; the information was everywhere and he’d heard about him via Michael, who’d met him on a few occasions that Calum could barely stand to listen to stories about. The jealousy was gnawing at his stomach and threatened to creep up his throat. 

She looked hot. She always did, but she put extra time into her appearance tonight and it paid off. She had chunky glitter highlighting the inner corners of her eyes, something she always did when she wanted a little extra spice for a special occasion.

Tillie was wearing an oversized white button up shirt that could’ve come from her date’s closet for all Calum knew, and the hint of a hem from a tiny black mini skirt peeked out the bottom of it. Her short legs were elongated by a pair of high heeled, knee high boots. In lieu of a tie, she wore a large satin bow on her collar that matched her bright red lipstick. Her long, currently black hair was straightened and tied back in a half updo, a matching red bow knotted around the ponytail. 

He could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and that, coupled with her plush red lips and exposed thighs, had his mouth going dry. She hadn’t even glanced at him and he’s already sweating at being so close to her again. 

Her date, some ridiculously tall guy that plays for some basketball team somewhere in the country, matches her outfit with a nearly identical shirt, a red bow around his neck, but he’s wearing dark slacks that are patchworked from a mix of fabrics, some pinstriped, some dark gray, some black, and a few pops of navy blue, with platform Doc Martens on his feet.

Tillie dressed him, and he’s sure of it, and he’s jealous. He knows he is and he’s not in denial about it. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s staring at her, either. He’s totally zoned out of the interview he’s currently a part of until Michael says Tillie’s name.

“I know that I’m stoked to see Tillie’s performance tonight,” Michael says, reminding Calum that Tillie will be performing her new single tonight.

The interviewer seems almost too excited at the mention of the petite girl standing a maximum of 10 feet away. “Understandable, I’m excited too! You guys and Tillie go way back, right? She opened for you a few years ago. Are you all still good friends?” 

Calum clenches his jaw in frustration, breaking his gaze from being focused on Tillie to now staring at his own feet. He’s wearing Docs tonight, too. 

“Oh, yeah, we love Tills. She actually helped write some of my new solo stuff that’s been in the works for a while,” Ashton says. 

“She comes over to my house a few times a month unannounced,” Michael mentions with laughter.

“And how do you feel about that?” The interviewer asks. Once more, they seem almost too eager about the information the boys are giving. 

“Like Ash said, we love her. She’s usually coming over to hang with the dogs and to binge some reality show with my wife or to challenge me to a Guitar Hero duel,” Michael says. “She has her own key. She’s totally welcome whenever she wants.”

“Why don’t we invite her to join your interview! A reunion of old friends. Looks like she’s on deck to be our next guest anyways,” the interviewer waves at Tillie and her new man to join the band. Tillie lights up when she realizes who’s next to her.

“Oh my god, if it isn’t my four little boys!” She cheers, scurrying over to wrap herself around Michael, squeezing between him and Luke. Her boyfriend — or whatever she’s calling him — stands off to the side, looking mildly uncomfortable due to being left out suddenly.

“Hi mum,” Michael says, grinning down at one of his very best friends. 

“Tillie, thanks for coming over,” the interviewer says. She looks very excited by the fact that two artists are engaging on her account. It’s always great for engagement when artists and celebrities interact and she knows her boss will be pleased later on. 

“Of course! I’ll take any excuse to see these dorks.” 

“The boys have said they’re excited for your performance later. Any sneak peeks about what it’ll look like? It’s your first time performing it live, right?” 

Tillie grins. She’s proud of herself. She’s always loved doing collabs, but The 1975 has seemed like an unattainable one until she ran into them at a festival a few months ago and she hung out with them for the day. Between all the alcohol the two parties consumed and Tillie’s loud, unfiltered nature, she brought it up and the band was instantly on board. 

“Yes, it’s the first time,” she starts. “But, no sneak peeks! You know me better than to give that info away early, Angela!” 

“Boys, is this your first time meeting Nick?” Angela asks. Calum has to hold back a snort as he learns the guy’s name. Of course, he has some douchey name like Nick. 

“Mike got to meet him a few weeks ago, but the rest of them haven’t yet,” Tillie answers.

You haven’t spoken to me in a year, Calum thinks. Of course I haven’t met him.

“Michael, do you approve?”

Mike laughs. “No pressure, he’s only right there,” he says and motions to the tall man who’s standing about two meters away from them. “But yeah, I think he’s great. He and Matilda here are great together.” 

Tillie glares at the mention of her full name and digs her elbow into Michael’s rib cage, making him glare back at her. 

“So Tillie, your album just dropped. And boys, you’ve got one on the way, right?”

“Yeah, we’re stoked,” Luke says with a lopsided grin.

“You’re also performing tonight. Do I get any sneak peeks from you?” 

“Think we’re gonna have to follow Tillie’s lead and say no sneak peeks, sorry!” Ashton apologizes. 

“Well, I can’t wait to see what the five of you get up to on the stage. Thanks for chatting, but I think we’re out of time now.” Angela’s camera man gives her a signal that must mean that she’s low on time. 

“Thanks for having us, Angie. Hope you enjoy the show,” Tillie says while offering her mischievous smile that has haunted Calum for far too long. 

As the five of them step out of the camera’s frame, Tillie goes straight for Nick, craning her neck to stare up at him. He doesn’t even bat an eye before he bends down to kiss her. Calum is shocked that she lets him. She’s wearing red lipstick, which, when he and Tillie were whatever they were, she never let him do. 

Ashton comes up behind Calum and smacks him between his shoulder blades. “C’mon, let’s go inside. I’m sure we can find more friendly faces to mingle with besides your old situationship and her new man.”

Calum grits his teeth and narrows his eyes at Ashton, but doesn’t say anything. He starts walking toward the entrance, grateful that that was their last press interview before the show itself starts. 

Calum heads straight for the bar, ordering a whiskey on the rocks to sip on. He needs something strong if he’s going to be in the same room as Tillie for the whole night. While his bandmates chat with some of their long term industry friends and stop to chat with a few non-famous audience members, he sulks and sips his whiskey, sitting in his seat by himself.

His eyes are glued on a certain black-haired woman that he despises his love for. He wishes he didn’t love her, but how could he not? Even now, he’s watching her be the sarcastic, dry-humored girl that won him over years ago. She’s flirting and teasing, and he can tell by the look in her eyes that he could see a mile away. Her lips are tugged to the side while she smirks at whatever she’s saying, reaching out and touching the arms of none other than Maisie Peters and Taylor Swift, the three of them all giggling together. Nick is a few steps behind her, chatting with Niall Horan.

He almost wishes Nick could see him stare at his girl. He wants Nick to go to Tillie later and ask what the deal is with Calum. He wants him to have to feel uncomfortable about him, for some reason. Tillie is the only girl he’s ever really loved, and he thought that she felt similarly, but the fact that she never said she loved him echoes and flashes and ricochets around his brain all the time. He hates it but it’s true. She never said those three words that his heart ached to hear.

He wonders how long it will be before Tillie drops Nick. She’d dated a long list of people in the span of time that’s passed since Tillie cut off their… whatever you want to call their arrangement. The tabloids have shown her disheveled, doing what some would call a walk of shame every few weeks, blurry paparazzi photos from random dates and kissing a number of different people in dark corners of bars and clubs.

Michael comes to sit next to Calum after he’s chatted with a few fellow musicians and random actors who were invited. 

“You good?” Michael asks, even though he knows what’s going through Calum’s head. He’s just trying to show he cares.

“Fucking fantastic,” Calum mutters at a volume that’s nearly a whisper. 

Tillie is laughing at something Taylor said and is nearly doubled over. He used to love that she was such a people person and so easy to get along with. She’d never met a stranger, although she repelled some people with her deprecating humor that could easily offend anyone who was too sensitive. Now, he hates that she’s able to laugh with practically anyone except for him. 

“Cal, she’s happy. Isn’t that what you want?” Mike asks.

No, Calum thinks. I want her.

Calum sighs frustratedly, his eyes still trained on the tiny woman he used to have latched to him for hours at a time. She was a touchy feely person, and he missed her touch as much as he missed her smile.

“What does that numbskull have that I don’t?” Cal sighs, his gaze moving to stare at Nick. He’s not laughing like Tillie. He’s just nodding along to the conversation he’s in with Niall and Blake Shelton who appeared out of nowhere. 

Michael huffs. “This is Tillie we’re talking about, dude. I odn’t know. She wants what she wants and does exactly what she wants when she wants to. She’s happy. They’re talking about moving in together.”

Cal huffs. “She’s happy. Whatever the fuck that means.”

“If you give any ounce of a shit about her, you should be happy for her. Stop focusing on yourself.”

“We were happy. She left me, saying she needed time and space. Next thing I know she’s wrapped around some other girl. She can’t stand to be alone.”

Michael chuckles. “Yeah, because you’re so great at being alone. Don’t act like you haven’t been fucking anything with legs that looks even remotely like her.”

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ㅤ ㅤ ✿ ; STAR OF THE NIGHT, ̽ ₊

calum hood ❣︎ model!oc

warnings ; mentions of toxic family relationships / abuse and eating disorders. swearing and probably alluding to sex / sexual innuendos, but i won’t write smut. ✧₊˚·

°.* ʚ he doesn’t know her name, but he knows she’s the star of the night. whether it was just to him, or the rest of the audience too. ɞ *.°

OC ୨୧ ELSIE FINN ── learn more !!

taglist available!! just ask :)

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𖦹 CHAPTERS ! 𖦹

prologue ── people watching

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Lie To Me - LRH

"I know that you don't, but if I ask you if you love me, I hope you lie to me."

This is a list of all the chapters of lie to me and will be updated as I post the new chapters :)) read on my Wattpad here

1 | Prologue

2 | Model Buses

3 | Heat Waves

started: 12/04/22

finished: ../../..

#5sos fic #luke hemmings #5sos #friendstolovers #love triangle #ashton irwin #best friends #ashtonirwin #calum hood #michael clifford #romance #fanfiction #fanfic #5sos angst #young adult #teen fiction #5sos luke #female song writer #luke hemmings x fem!oc