luke hemmings fanfic

This is it - Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 2k

Request: “ I was wondering if you wanted to make an imagine where Y/N is Luke’s girlfriend Y/N is nominated as the best actress for the Oscars and Luke is her date and lots of fluff and red carpet pda…. ❤️❤️😁”

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luke at Cleveland’s meet & greet btw 

don’t you go (l.h.)

warning: mild violence and smut

word count: 7k+

songfic based on all time low’s “don’t you go”

I didn’t really know why I felt the need to get so dressed up for this party, it wasn’t like I was even going to be there longer than what would please my friends. They had begged me to come for days on end, claiming it was going to be the best party of the year. Considering it was a New Year’s party on a Friday night, I had a feeling it would pretty packed. I for one would rather be at home with my boring boyfriend, in my boring apartment, watching the boring broadcasting of Times Square as the ball dropped tonight. Apparently my friends had other plans, not allowing me to do so another year in a row.

My shaky hands were doing a surprisingly good job at applying the thin eyeliner, bringing out my eyes just enough for my liking. My outfit was a bit more dressy than I would normally choose. My top was black, the solid material cut off just above my chest and transforming into an elegant lace that traveled up to my neck, sleeveless. The skirt which it was tucked into was a light mint green that reached just above my knees, and black strappy heels. My hair was in light waves, coming down center back. I felt like I was wasting such a nice outfit on such an insignificant night.

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Master list -

UPDATED - 25th June ‘17

Shawn Mendes

fan faves are bolded 


losing myself


second home

madly jealous

sleeping habits


Concert mischief 



Devilish breakfast

Late night scares

coming home

burnt toast

sweet memories

fake love



sick days 

home alone


Adventures; part 1, part 2 

midnight terror; part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 

That’s got to hurt; part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8,    part 9, part10, part 11, part 12

catching feelings (ft Kj apa) part 1, part 2

this aint a fairy tale; part 1, part 2, part 3,

Luke hemmings


elevator annoyance


I run to you: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

My friend’s brother; part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9 , part 10 

we were an us: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

new boy: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

Michael Clifford 

bus ride 

Gangs and chocolates AU

Request: “Drive!” with Luke
Summary: someone just jumped into your car and oh my god, is he being followed by the cops?

“Shit,” you mutter as you hear police sirens in the distance. You’re not exactly parked legally, but you had a midnight chocolate craving and this is the only shop open 24/7.

You quickly put your bags in the back seat (because why just buy chocolate when you’ve driven all the way there anyway) before settling in behind the wheel. You can see the sirens now, blue and red lights speeding down the road, and start the engine.

Just then, someone rips the passenger door open and throw themselves into the passenger seat.

Drive!” He yells, and you automatically do before realizing what the fuck just happened.

You steal a quick, panicky look to the side, but there isn’t any gun or other threatening object pointed at you. There’s just an out-of-breath twenty something wearing a dark hoodie.

You’d call the entire thing anticlimactic if he wasn’t so out of this world beautiful. That puts you on edge – you’ve read enough YA novels to know that stumbling upon gorgeous boys in dangerous situations is always bad news.

“Faster!” He says, throwing a look back.

“Are you being chased by the cops?”

“Yeah I was. But they think I’m by foot, so we might get away.”

You bristle at the use of ‘we’, and then realize that there are probably more pressing issues, such as:

Why are you being followed by the cops?”

He looks backs again, a smile slowly forming at his lips.

“I can’t believe this worked,” he says before turning to you and shaking his head in consternation. “Also, what the fuck, do you have no sense of preservation? A complete stranger jumps into the car and you just do what he wants?”

Why are you being followed by the cops?

“You’re pretty, young and to be honest, harmless-looking. What if I was a real criminal? A rapist?”

“I am about two seconds from dropping you off at the police station,” you warn in a shrill voice, “so you’d better tell me–”

“Vandalizing, petty theft,” he interrupts, counting off his fingers, “breaking and entering private properties. That made the two previous ones possible,” he deems necessary to clarify. “They also have ‘possible evidence’ of me selling drugs and ‘consorting in suspicious group eactivities’.”

He grins, and looks impossibly gorgeous. It kind of makes you want to slap him.

“I love that last one. It sounds like I’ve been part of depraved orgies.”

You scoff and there’s a bit of silence, before you break it with a deadpan:

“So you’re in a gang.”

There’s been rumors of gang activity in the area for the past few months, with renewed vandalism in the houses of the rich neighborhood, especially the ones with families known around town for their conservative views. To be honest, you’re not fully unsympathetic to the cause.

As for the selling of weed, well, as long as it’s not to minors, you couldn’t care less yourself.

“A gang,” he snickers. “I prefer to call it youthful protest.”

You roll your eyes.

“Maybe all your members should get the words YP tattooed on your cheekbone to give you some more edge.”

You’re focused on the road but can hear his laugh.

“I like you,” he chuckles. “Do you wanna join us? You could be our PR representative. I feel like you’d be good at it.”

A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.
“No thanks.”

“Too bad. I’d tell you my name, but if you’re not joining I’ve gotta keep the whole mysterious anonymous thing going on.”

“Yes, clearly I’m dangerous to the continuation of your youthful protests,” you snigger, a hint of fondness in your voice. “So where do I drop you off, mr. mysterious anonymous?”

“You can’t drive me home, so where you want, doesn’t matter. Can’t let you see my headquarters, obviously.”


You’ve given up on preventing the smile from spreading on your face, but you refuse to meet his eyes, despite feeling them burning into you.

“So what were you doing in the middle of the night anyway?”

“Went to buy chocolate.”

“Buying chocolate at 1am? Ugh, my kind of person. Is it the thing in the backseat?”

You hear a shuffling before he gets the bag of food to the front and opens a chocolate bar. He takes a bite and half-moans.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna join?”

“Pretty sure,” you grin. “Hit me up with some chocolate.”

He puts a piece of chocolate in your hand before saying:

“Just drop me off here.”

You park the car on the side of the road and he gets out, flashing a bright smile and waving goodbye at you as you drive away. And keeping the rest of that chocolate bar, you notice with a half-irritated half-amused sigh.

With a slight shake of your head, you’re about to eat the piece of chocolate he gave you before realizing that he slipped a piece of paper into your hand along with it.

It’s a phone number, with ‘call me - luke’ scrawled underneath. You roll your eyes, pop the chocolate in your mouth and as the warm flavor bursts against your tongue, a smile forms on your face again.

‘Luke,’ you mouth, testing out the name. You think back to his bright blue eyes, excited grins and dry jokes.

“Guess I’ll see you around.”

Father's Day - Luke Hemmings

A/N: Okay so I’m really not happy with this, like at all, but I promised to write and this has taken me so long so here it is please don’t hate me I have another idea that’s going to be a series I think, anyways this is here, probs the shittiest I’ve written in a while so I’ll maybe delete it and redo it later for a proper Father’s Day one but I’ll stop and let you put yourselves through this if you dare ;)

You were lying cuddled into your pillows when your racing child thundered into your room at a speed that shouldn’t be run at considering the early hour unless you were one of those insane marathon runners. You faked sleep wondering if your little boy would calm down if he saw you sleeping rather than continue to race around. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him it was just that lately you’d been tired, not of him, but in general, Luke, your husband of five years had been away for almost two months and you were more than ready for him to come home. You missed him so much and you knew your little boy missed him enormously too.

‘Muma!’ He whisper shouted near your ear. 'Yes Jack?’ You’d asked whispering more gently. 'Are you awake?’ He asks and you open an eye carefully. At 4.36 am you didn’t want to be but you were. 'Yes sweet heart, I am, come cuddle with muma, go around to daddy’s side of the bed and crawl under the covers baby.’ You whisper an arm snaking out and ruffling his blonde hair gently, finger sweeping around to tap his little button nose so similar to Luke’s when he was a child. He smiles widely and skips around the bed to clamber up and in with you.

At age four he was by no means over cuddles, not so much in public but certainly at home he was his fathers son, cuddling at every chance. This was something you loved dearly and couldn’t have a day without, you knew you’d be heartbroken when he finally put free these cuddles.

The pair of you cuddled together for a little while, you drifted back off to sleep and eventually so did Jack. After what seemed like not a long time you were woken to a shaking little boy cuddled in so closely to you with his little hands fisted in Luke’s old t-shirt you were wearing. 'What’s happening sweet?’ You ask concerned. You pull him into you, arms around his tiny figure. 'Bad dreams muma, I keep having bad dreams.’ He’s very close to tears. You soothe him as best you can, rubbing circles on his little back. 'Do you want to talk about them?’ You ask wrapping your arms around him and rolling into your back so that he’s lying on top of you cuddled into your chest, you sit up peering down at his anxious face. 'Daddy is coming home isn’t he?’ He asks and you pull him forward kissing his curls, 'of course baby, he loves you so much, he’ll always come home for you my love always always.’ He doesn’t say anything but curls into you deeper and you reciprocate with a firm but gentle squeeze.

This keeps occurring, Jack will keep coming to you at different times during the night, worry etched on his little face. Every time you comfort him and let him sleep with you but despite this they keep coming, these dreams about never seeing Luke again, or Luke abandoning him. Every time you promise him he’ll be fine and that Luke would never leave him.

You can’t bear to tell Luke the extent of the nightmares, only that they keep happening never what they’re about, you don’t want Luke to worry more that he already does when he’s away from you and Jack. And you know the guilt will ruin Luke if he knows just how much Jack misses his dad.

When you begin to come down with a stomach virus later in the week, you send Jack to Luke’s parents place for a few days until you’re better, wanting to keep Jack from catching anything you’ve got. But Liz can’t help the little boy when he cries waking from a nightmare to find both his muma and his daddy not there. She stays up with him most of the night when he can’t get back to sleep, something you can’t thank her enough for, but to no avail.

The next day she brings him back thinking that being with his muma was better than not being sick. You thank her and she tells you to get a doctors appointment for you and your stomach. You’re feeling a little better as the day goes on but you’re still not right and after booking a doctors appointment, as Liz has requested, for the same afternoon you call Luke with Jack on your lap.

'Daddy!’ He cries out in excitement as the screen rings and rings and eventually rings out. He begins to cry just softly, and you turn him into you and let him cry until he’s done rubbing smooth circles up and down his back. He’s never been a loud crier, he just sits so terribly sadly on your lap and your heart breaks slowly watching him.

'He’s busy baby but we can ring him again this afternoon after we go to the doctors for muma yeah?’ You attempt to brighten the little boy who’s usually do cheerful up unsuccessfully. You can’t bear him like this. Despite your efforts he remains off kilter all of the afternoon.

That night trying to put jack to bed is near impossible. He’s crying and shaking and won’t let you go. It breaks your heart and so you just let him sleep with you from the beginning, you set him up in bed and shower while he settles. When you return he’s cuddled up on Luke’s pillow nearly asleep. You kiss his head gently before slipping into bed, exhausted from the day and the lack of sleep you’ve had recently. But before you sleep you send Luke’s your manager a message, its Father’s Day next weekend and you think going to visit Luke on tour as a surprise will do all of you good, Jack especially. You ask for details about what and where the boys will be and if he thinks you would be able to come for a few days.

You check your social media but end up falling asleep. Jack wakes up a few times during the night and you sooth him back to sleep again becoming gradually more concerned. The next morning you wake late, Jack is still sleeping worn out from his nightmares. You check your phone and find a message from the manager telling you not to worry about coming out, how the boys would be in the bus and not staying in hotels so it just wasn’t plausible. You were pretty annoyed but didn’t want to tell Luke your plans to just thanked him for trying anyways.

You manage to FaceTime Luke during the week, planning a time for another FaceTime for Father’s Day. This seems to cheer Jack up a little but he still has nightmares, the sadness coming back along with them.

Friday night arrives and you put jack to bed with you again, showering while he settles in again and again when you finish he’s pretty much asleep. This time you curl up cuddling him to you trying to protect the little boy from his demons in the night.

You awake to a warm kiss on your temple as Luke silently slides into bed across from you, his long arms encircling you and Jack. He kisses his little boy gently and you grin despite having just awoken. He leans across and brushes a hand down your hair softly. 'I’ve missed you so much my love, I wanted to surprise you and spend the weekend for fathers’s day it’s not a good way to spend such a special day alone.’ He says softly and you just want to feel his strong chest against yours, to be held in his strong arms. Instead you just gently lean across the sleeping little boy and kiss him as passionately as you can with a small child in the middle of you two. He reciprocates and you can’t help but grin again. Having Luke home is so surreal. 'Am I dreaming?’ You and and he chuckles softly. 'Babe it’s a little late to ask that, you’ve already kissed me, I’m totally real.’

Your feet find his large ones and tangle as much as they can. You want to desperately talk with him and cuddle into the early morning but you won’t jeopardise Jack’s sleep when he’s had so little lately. You point at Jack who begins to stir as if on cue. He starts to shake a little and clutches you. You wrap him in a strong embrace. 'Jack baby.’ You wake him gently before he can wake himself in tears. 'Muma, I thought I heard Daddy, he is coming home isn’t he? He hasn’t left?’ He says worry etched on his little face. 'Never Jacky boy, never never never.’ Luke says voice thick with emotion. Jack turns in your arms shock and disbelief on his face. 'Daddy?’ He asks and Luke wraps him in a strong embrace. 'Yeah Daddy’s here as he’s never going to leave you. Sometimes I have to work a lot and I’m sorry Jack, but I’ll always come home to you and muma.’ Luke says and you just want to hug him and save him from the guilt he’s feeling. You catch Luke’s hand gently bringing it to your lips kissing it softly and with adoration. He sends you a grateful look in return.

Jack falls back asleep cuddled against his dad the most peaceful he’s been in weeks. You can’t help but be happy with your two boys home and happy. You fall asleep with a massive grin on your face.

Saturday morning you all eat together happily, Luke says he can stay for the week but has to go back for the weekend and then another month. But after that he doesn’t have any tours planned and he’s thinking maybe a little break would be good. You smile happily before excusing yourself, not able to stomach the sweet pancakes Luke has made with Jack for breakfast. You leave Jack and Luke happily eating telling them you’re just going to lie down for a little while.

Luke is skeptical and concerned but doesn’t say anything to you about it. You end up bent over the toilet bowl emptying your stomach of last nights dinner, like you have so many mornings these past weeks. You hear Luke ask Jack to stay there and eat while he checks on you. 'You alright here little man?’ Luke asks and you hear Jack respond. 'Yes Daddy, mumas sick she’s been sick for two weeks now. She does this every morning.’ You hear him say making you cover your sweaty forehead with you shaking hands as you hear Luke thunder up the stairs. You attempt to stand and look decent but Luke is already there holding your hair back and rubbing your back as you dry heave. 'Oh baby, my love.’ He says and when you think you’re done he helps you stand and brush your teeth before letting you lean on him as he wraps you in a hug tightly. 'Let me put you in bed my love.’ He says carrying you to your bed and placing you gently in it before tugging the covers up. 'Go take Jack out and play or something I’m fine, you have to go soon just play with Jack I’ll be fine in a while.’ You tell him desperately hoping he won’t worry too much about you and that Jack will get to spend as much time as possible with his dad especially this weekend being Fathers’s Day.

'Baby, Jack said you’ve been like this for a while what’s wrong have you talked to a doctor?’ He asks clearly very worried for you. 'Yeah, I’m fine Luke go play with Jack, he’s missed you.’ You say kissing his cheek gently. 'Thank you for looking after me Luke.’ You add kissing his cheek again like a full stop. He hesitates but goes back downstairs to his little boy, but not before returning your kiss with a kiss of his own on your forehead. 'Baby if you need anything sing out and I’m going to come check on you every ten minutes I’m not leaving you alone like this I’m just worried about Jack alone in the kitchen.’ He reminds you and you giggle a little despite yourself at his over protective nature. 'Go Luke, I’m fine I’ll be alright later.’ You promise sending him away finally.

You manage to fall asleep for a while and wake up almost an hour later to your boys greeting you with tea and a gentle kiss from Luke. You sit up smiling at the kind nature of them both. 'Thanks boys, I’m so lucky aren’t I to have you two here with me.’ You say kissing Jack’s hair softly and pecking Luke’s lips before he can pull away not wanting to catch whatever you have. 'It’s okay babe you can’t catch it.’ You remark with a smile before sipping your tea. He just looks at you skeptically and slides into bed with you, Jack snuggled into his side.

You spend the day together, after lunch you feel good enough to go to the park and the three of you spend the afternoon there together.

That evening Jack is happy enough to sleep on his own bed for the first time in over a week. So you and Luke spend the evening together curled up on your bed talking about his tour and what’s been happening, all the good and the bad parts all the worries and the amazing moments. You love listening to him and you end up talking well into the next morning. At about twelve thirty you look up at him unable to contain yourself anymore. 'Luke, its Sunday morning.’ You say and he looks shocked, 'sorry babe sleep, you’re not well, you need your sleep.’ He says moving to turn the light off. 'No wait.’ You touch his arm stopping him from extending it to turn off the bedside light. 'It’s Father’s Day, and I’ve been so excited to tell you this and now I can. This is like my Father’s Day gift to you but it’s not really me it’s us anyway, Happy Fathers’s Day, you’re going to be a dad to another little hemmings.’ You blurt out taking in his shocked but delighted face and kiss him passionately when he can’t seem to say anything. In return he wraps his arms around you and holds you to him. 'I love you thank you I’m so excited thank you I love you.’ He rambles against your lips tears dripping down his face. 'Oh baby, don’t thank me, I didn’t do it alone, and it’s going to so much work but it’ll be worth it.’ You say and Luke nods along before running his big hands down your side and settling them on your ten week old baby. 'Hey baby, it’s your daddy and I love you very much, and I can’t wait to meet you.’ Luke says to your belly before lifting his shirt off your belly and kissing it gently. You giggle running a hand through his golden curls. 'I love you so much Happy Father’s Day, you’re the best Dad and i can’t wait to do this again with you.’ You say and he swipes at tears before kissing you expressing his love and adoration.


Since I’ve been leaving you guys hanging, and I’ve been requested so many times to make a masterlist, I finally have :-) Thank you for all the love and support on my stories and I’ll be back to writing by friday this week! PS for anyone who’s a writer that knows how to put their masterlist in their bio on mobile, message me and let me know!



Just Saying 1 2 3 4 5 *first story ever written
Breakeven 1 2 3
Someone New 1 2
Better In Time 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Would Never Call It Love 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Gotta Go My Own Way 1 2 3 4* still in progress

One Shots

Think Of You
Into You *
10 Minutes
Everything I Didn’t Say
When You’re Ready * most popular
Last Christmas
Say You Won’t Let Go


You Didn’t Have to Leave Me 2ish?
Collective Thoughts
Everything I Wish I Could Say To Calum



Don’t Touch Me 1 2
Close As Strangers 1 2 3 4 


One Shots

How About You Paint Me
Set Up
Christmas Party


One Shots

You’ll Be Safe

I have more stories written on this blog than these shown, but these are, in my opinion, my best work. Some stories I just plain don’t like and they flopped, so this is it for now. As you can see my writing comfortability is within Calum, I write best when it’s about him. But I do write for all the boys and I take requests of any kind.

Protect Myself (PART 2) - Best Friend Calum/Boyfriend Luke

Part one can be found HERE - I got a couple requests for a part 2 so I hope you like it!


I wake up with Luke’s arm draped across me and the sun blocked by the curtains. When I look at the clock, I realize that it’s already almost noon. I shift so I am facing away from him but I allow him to tighten his arms around my waist and hold me closer. Silence. 

“Morning” Luke mumbles but I don’t respond. I have hope that Luke may think I just turned in my sleep so I wait to see what he does. Luke shuffles so his front is pushed to my back and he kisses the back of my neck and sighs. “I just wish you would tell me.” He groans as he turns himself out of bed and walks into the bathroom. I lay flat on my back and focus on the off light fixture. Calum was right…of course. I need to tell Luke and I need to tell him soon but there is no way that I’ve imagined where Luke does not blow his top and tell me I can’t do something. When he returns from the bathroom he finds me sitting on at the head of the bed.

Luke knows that I have bad days. He knows that there are times that I could be given all the love and affection in the world but one person could say something that might at some point possibly be construed into something slightly rude in the tiniest of ways and it could be bad enough to me that I have to tell Luke I’m having bad thoughts. He knows that in the past I’ve been raped, he knows that I tried (unsuccessfully) to end it and he knows that even with I say I want to be alone, what I want is to be with these four idiots who can change everything. 

“Oh! You’re up” he says surprised.

“Yeah” I reply sadly. He comes towards me but stays cautious.

“Are we going to talk about yesterday at all or is that something we just need to let slide past?” I look up with no emotion and he nods his head up and down. His face falls in the expectation that he will never know. 

“I just - Calum told me that you asked him not to say anything.” 

“Yeah” I say again. “I’ll have to remember to thank him for that.”I knew that he wasn’t going to leave it alone, even if he promised that he wouldn’t tell him for 2 weeks. I knew as soon as I looked in his eyes as I left that he was going to spill the beans eventually. “It’s just all jumbled it in my head.”  Luke comes over and inches towards my back. As screwed up as my emotions are right now, Luke trying to squeeze his tall frame behind me makes me let out a quiet puff of a laugh. His arms wrap around me and he pulls me back. I lean in and prepare myself for what I expect to be a fight. 

“I’m ready when you are.” I rest my head and close my eyes. I want to feel him wrapped around me for a second before I ruin this. 

“I got arrested.” I mumble quietly and Luke stiffened. His arms stayed tight and I wait.

“I think I heard wrong” he replies, he knows he didn’t but he is going me a second chance to say it. There is a fight coming but I know that Luke is going to try and stay as collected about it as he can for as long as he can.He tends to get loud and big when he is mad but I cannot handle the intimidation that inevitably comes with a man over a foot taller then you, yelling.  

“Where?” His jaw is so tight.

“Santa Monica.”

“Why?” This was definitely just said through his teeth. In an effort to keep thing calm I try to defuse it before it goes further. I can feel the annoyance rolling off of his skin. He wants me to stop being vague but I need to keep him sitting.

“I have to start with that really, it wasn’t my fault. It was bad timing for the cop to show up and he didn’t see the whole thing and it was my word against the other guy’s and I’m okay, he wasn’t able to - “

“Stop” Luke interjects. “Just tell me what you were arrested for.” 

“Assault” I mumble. 

“For” he pushes but he isn’t as tense - for now. 

“Punching a guy in the sack the way that Calum taught me.” I add the last part so that Luke knows that I used my self defense. He must know that I would only use that punch if I was being attacked. 


I stay silent for what feels like forever. 

“Why?” He says louder and the wall he put up for the anger, it’s starting to fall. 

“Because he was…” I feel the first tear fall. “He” a tear lands on Luke’s arm, still at my waist. 

“Did he fucking touch you?” In one swift move, I am turned to the side, on Luke’s lap with his eyes holding a steady gaze on my far less confident one. “Did. He. Fucking. Touch. You?” His eyes are full of fury and I start to shake. This is going the way I was scared it would. He is starting to falter and I know that he can’t hold back much longer. 

“No. I protected myself” I respond. His eyes lighten slightly. 

“What happened to him?” I just shrug at the question. 

“I don’t want to talk about him or it or the police. I want to forget it happened and I want to go back to acting like we always do” I rush out. I can’t lock eyes with him anymore. I can’t keep my fighting flame lit if Luke fixes those blue eyes too strong. 

“Last time this happened to you…” he trails off, no doubt thinking about the weeks I spent in the hospital afterwords. I can see his teeth grinding and know he is using everything he has to stay calm. 

“Last time isn’t now, Luke.” My fingers tight around each other.

“I know that but -”

“Please. I don’t want to think about it. I want to let it go and I want to just go back to what it was before this happened.”

“You want to go back to me constantly worrying that when I go to work, you are out on the street in danger of being attacked, of being raped again, of being killed? No, I’m not going back to that. You’re coming to work with us and you will come home with us and I’m not letting you -” I push myself out of Luke’s lap. 

“ABSO FUCKING LUTELY NOT, LUKE.” I yell. For the first time in a long time, my anger is like a fire. Luke is taken aback but stays seated. It’s hypocritical for me to be able to yell but expect Luke to remain relaxed but no one ever said PTSD made sense. 

“I called Calum because this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you. You don’t get to tell me that I can’t go out and do stuff. I was able before and I will be able again, I’m not going to lock myself in a room and do nothing because of a little catcalling.” I’m beyond frustrated. I hear movement in the house and know that the others can hear our fight. 

“MY JOB IS TO PROTECT YOU!” Luke yells, hands flung through his hair, holding tight to release some frustration he stands at full height but I sink to the floor and cower towards the wall. Within 2 seconds of my collapse Luke is back to holding me. He is curled completely around me when the door flings open. 

“Luke” Cal says and moves swiftly to get me away. Luke would never do anything to me but Calum can see I cracked. He pulls me free and gets between me and Luke. 

“I’m sorry, I just got frustrated. I didn’t mean to - ” he is a mess. I can hear the congestion from the tears and I know he must look a wreck. I feel someone’s hand run down my face and I pull away quickly, scrambling along the floor to the door. I get up and run. 

“Y/N!” Cal says, startled. 

I see Ashton at the bottom of the steps, seconds from coming up. He doesn’t know what happened but he holds his arms open and I collide with him hard enough to knock the wind out of my lungs. I clutch to him and whimper. 

“I can’t be here. I need to… I need… Please.” I don’t know where I want to go, I don’t know what I want to do but I do know I can’t be with them. I have to get away from Luke and Cal. I have to clear my mind before I formulate stupid thoughts. 

“This is what I was trying to stop” Cal is saying frantically as he came down the stairs. I hid behind Ashton, still furious with him and scared of the whole situation. He was right and I know it but it’s too late and now…Now I need Ashton to be my protection. “Please. I can’t handle you being scared of me” I make a pathetic whine and grip Ashton’s shirt in my hands, face buried in his chest when he turns back to Cal.

“Please, just go to Luke” he tells him. He looks sad and I hate that I’m doing this to them but I can’t stop it. I need to leave, I need to be somewhere that I can’t do something stupid. Ashton ushers me to the door where he grabs his keys and we walk outside. He doesn’t say a word as we get into the car. 

“It’s my fault. I’m broken and all I do is break others.” I stare out the window as Ashton backs out. I’m sobbing now, knees to my chest, lungs on fire from finally letting it all out. Luke is looking out the bedroom window and my heart shatters when I see him realize how scared I am. He puts his hand to the glass but Ashton pulls away. 

“You have a good reason to act the way you do” Ash reminds me. 

“Not one that’s good enough…”


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Part three can be found HERE

cheater cheater (l.h.)

I looked over my appearance once more, not quite as satisfied as I could have been with myself, but figuring it was just Calum and he had seen me at my absolute worst.

I had on an over sized white Blink-182 shirt, considering all we had planned was a movie day in, maybe even a few of the boys might stop by, so I didn’t feel the need to get dressed up or anything. Leggings clung to my legs as I struggle to squeeze my vans onto my feet in attempt to avoid retying the shoelaces.

My phone buzzed next to me on my bed just as I had finally gotten myself recomposed, from Calum.

Cal: Hey (Y/N), the doors open for when you arrive :)

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Cold coffee

Request: “It hurts to look at you” with Luke
Summary: post breakup, Luke comes over to get his stuff

Your coffee is cold. You still sip at it absently, your hands trembling the slightest bit. The clock on the wall feels like it’s mocking you, its tick tock making you nauseous. Because you know that when he shows up in a couple of minutes, it will be over.

You’ve packed his things away already, three tall cardboard boxes by the door. You refuse to think about the rough sobs that rocked through your body as you did so, every object feeling like you were tearing a piece of you away.

The apartment look empty now, lifeless. The green sofa looks boring without the horribly clashing zebra cushions that he had insisted on bringing from his first house. The kitchen counter looks wrong without the huge cup with the chipped handle he always drank his tea out of. Even the air seems sad, robbed of the laughs and love that used to radiate everywhere here.

You’re startled away from your thoughts by the sound of the key turning in the lock, and for a second, it feels like Luke is going to yell out his usual ‘hey’ before joining you on the sofa for some cuddling, take out and dumb movies.

But there’s nothing but an awkward, stilted silence until you turn to look at him. Your breath catches in your throat and fuck, looking was a mistake. Because he seems at least as affected by this as you, his eyes red and swollen from crying and lack of sleep, hair a mess and mouth drawn. And yet it’s the end.

You turn back quickly, and decide that staring at that scratch on the wall is a great idea. Until you remember how it got there, a tipsy night of beautifully bad ideas and reckless, lovesick decisions ending, and stare down at your cup of coffee instead.

“The boxes are ready. Just take them and leave.”

Luke is silent for a bit, but you know him enough to feel the hurt your words have caused him. Your fingernails dig into the palm of your hand. Every minute together is just more pain.

“Is that it, then?” His voice is rough, gritty. “We’re ending this like this? A fucking box and you can’t even look at me? I’m just supposed to leave.”

“Please don’t do this,” you say, and wince as your voice cracks. “It hurts to look at you.”

He shuts up at that. The boxes are dragged outside. You’re still staring at the cup.

“I’ll just…I’ll just leave the key here then,” he finally says, sounding subdued.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

You hear the door close again and swallow hard. You drink some more coffee. It’s cold.

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Would Never Call It Love 5 | Calum Hood

It’s finally here! Again I’m writing this off of the top of my head, so this could or could not be the last part of the story. I’m so happy all of you still love this story and continue to tell me your reactions which bring me genuine happiness. So thank you. Enjoy.

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After days of sitting in bed with Ashton at our current venue, I decided getting up and at least showering would help wash my sorrows away. Ashton carefully helped my weak physique off the indented bed, his arm on my waist for balance, and sat me on the toilet and turned on the shower head. 

“Just wait until it warms up. I’ll set up your clothes in here as well, and we’ll get going after that. We’ll get some breakfast yeah? Any place you like.” And he grabbed the back of my head bringing it to his lips for a subtle kiss of comfort, and left. I sighed and shredded off my 5 day old sweatshirt and my stretched out black leggings, and felt the water temperature. It was perfectly warm.

I stepped in and immediately it hit my skin with a sizzle. I hoisted my hair back as my face was now drenched in water. My hands rested on the back of my neck, my eyes fixated on the shower wall in front of me. It had been a long time since I was left alone, by myself, with my thoughts. I could hear the pounding of my heart get deeper, thinking of Calum and how he was holding up as well. Was he crying? Was he sat in bed every minute he could get because the outside world was too much to bare for him as well? Or was he laughing like he never laughed with me before, was he happier than he ever felt, looking at someone else with a different light and different intention in their eyes than what I had? I hadn’t even realized I was crying at this point. The water being poured out onto me was intertwined with the water pouring out of me, and I couldn’t tell which was which. I could feel the sinking feeling hit me in my gut and chest, making it hard to catch my breathe. My hand shot out in front of me to catch my body from falling and smashing into the beige tiles. A sob escaped my mouth, loud enough to alert Ashton, who was now inside setting up my clothes. The cry lasted a few seconds, and was loud enough to crack glass. Ashton’s heart leaped out of his chest as he pulled back the shower curtain, just in time to catch me as I fell to my knees. The strength in me was gone, my everything was gone.

Ashton got on his knees on the bathroom floor, not even caring that he was getting wet, and just held me close to his chest just like he did the night Calum left. I continued to cry into his black t-shirt, clutching onto it. His hand reached up to my head and brought his mouth to it, he knew it brought a sense of protection to me. “You’re going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. I’m so sorry, I don’t know when but…you won’t have to hurt much longer in my presence.” 

After a few minutes, Ashton turned off the water and inside filled the tub for a bath. He squirted some soap into the water so it bubbled up, and brought the soap up and down my body. In reality, it was just him giving me a bath, but in my mind, he was scrubbing away any last bit of Calum lingering behind. I knew Ashton was waiting to be with me, it was killing him inside to see me worked up over someone who hadn’t been done anything good for me. But he was being patient; any other guy who would’ve been in his shoes would’ve quit by now. I was silently thanking and praying for him not to give up on me.

He brought me to a small brunch place that he claimed had the best breakfast burritos in the area, or so he read online. We sat down inside near the back corner, the furthest away from outside and people as we could. I hadn’t spoken a word since we got out of the hotel, only nodded and hummed as a response. I was just afraid of the crack in my voice from crying and yelling so much that I just decided to keep my mouth shut. Ashton’s hand snaked it’s way to my own from across the table and held my left in his right, slowly rubbing his thumb over my tense knuckles. “Anything you want okay? But I really would recommend the burrito, or you could just half it with me.” I sucked my lips in and only nodded once again, earning a quiet sigh from Ashton’s side of the table.

After ordering 1 breakfast burrito, 2 blueberry waffles, a whole stack of bacon and a plate of hash browns, we began to eat. Ashton completely inhaled his burrito within minutes while I struggled to scarf down the waffles. No doubt everything tasted and smelled delicious, but the continuously growing lump in my throat blocked anything from getting down, even water. Ashton looked up at me as he finished the last chunk of his burrito, cheeks full like a chipmunk and crumbs of egg and tortilla all over his cheeks and lips. For the first time in a while, I let a small chuckle out at this facial expression. He gave me a questionable look, before I leaned over the table and shook my head.

“Hold on lemme clean you up.” I brought my napkin up to his cheeks, softly swiping to remove the mess. He laughed, feeling like he was a little kid again, a sense of home coming back to him after being so far away for so long. I looked into his glossy eyes, a sense of home coming back to me. He was protective, comforting, loving, and warm. His aura provoked those feelings you get inside your own house. Ashton exuded feelings I had been missing for a long time now.

However, our moment was ruined when the bell on top of the restaurant doors opened up causing both of our heads to naturally turn toward the noise. The two lovebirds came walking in, hand in hand with smiles on their faces. The brown-skinned boy’s head settled on us, and his smiling mouth fell onto his girl’s head, planting a small kiss on it. She blushed and began speaking to the waiter that there was 2 of them.

Without hesitation, I hands dropped the spoon and napkin I was holding, causing a loud clinking noise, and I scooted my chair back enough to cause streaks to appear on the floor and stormed out of the restaurant, Ashton following behind me. All Ashton could do was hit Calum on his free shoulder which almost sent him back. Calum’s bottom lip sucked into his mouth letting out a ‘hmph.’ 

I slammed the door to Ashton’s car on the passenger side and just cried into my lap. After hearing the driver’s side door slam, the car’s atmosphere fell to a bitter heaviness. He just listened to me sob, for the second time today, calming down his own breathing. My hands flew to the dashboard ahead of me and I started slamming my hands against it, hitting the middle console and the sides of the door also. Ashton grabbed my wrists in his and yanked me to look at him.

“Stop letting him do this to you!”

“I can’t! I can’t! Why! Why does he get to do this to me!…” He couldn’t answer. He couldn’t tell her that he only wanted her for sex, he couldn’t tell her that he likes Nia genuinely, he couldn’t tell her that he never cared. Of course, that’s what he wanted to say because he honestly believed it was all true, but in Calum’s mind, it was the exact opposite.

Calum’s POV / before they saw Y/N and Ashton…

I laid there in the newly made hotel bed, the sheets stained in newly made tears. I let a few slip out of my eyes, the only thing on my mind being her. Seeing her underneath Ashton in lust, watching her break down in his arms, remembering her walking away from me that night when we realized we were done for. 

I’m Calum Hood for crying out loud. I don’t cry. I rarely show emotion. I’m either stone cold or happy go lucky. There’s no in between. I never cry, I never get heart broken, because I never get attached. I guess that was my mistake this time around. I lied to myself, I lied to her, now I’m lying to Nia.

“Cal! Get dressed, I’m taking you out for breakfast so you’re energized before soundcheck let’s go!” She cheerfully skipped into the room, me wiping my eyes as fast as I can pretending that I was just now waking up. She kissed my cheek before throwing a random graphic tee and black jeans at me and shut the door. I flopped back onto the bed with the tee and jeans over my face, telling myself that today was a new. I was going to get out of bed, spread a fake smile on my face, and conquer the day.

And then I laughed because that surely wasn’t going to happen, and hopped in the shower.


I was now time for the show, and I sat next to Ashton and Michael, who were both brushing their teeth and trying to speak to each other in mumbles. They knew I thought it was comical, so to get me to finally smile, they kept over exaggerating their sentences, slightly spitting toothpaste on me. I shielded myself, getting up from the couch trying my hardest not to smile and stood outside their dressing room.

After spitting and washing his mouth, Ashton appeared at the doorway and placed his hands on my cheeks.

“Sorry beautiful, was just trying to make you smile.” I bit on my tongue while looking up at him.

“Well I appreciate you guys trying. For a minute there I thought it would work but you guys aren’t that hilarious.” I crossed my arms and he scuffed at me, draping his arm around my shoulder.

“Come here you little shit, I need to talk to you before the show, seriously.” I gulped at the last word. Instead of running away in fear of what was to come, I nodded my head and followed him to the side of the stage where you could see fans walking around, finding their seats, and sitting and watching the stage with anticipation. Ashton took my hands in his before looking out into the growing crowd with a blinding smile.

“These guys,’ he gestured to the fans, ‘are the most important thing in the world to me, next to my family.” I smiled at the girls and boys with tears in their eyes, as they realized they’d be seeing and connecting with the 3 fantastic boys I knew, and Calum. “I never imagined that you would be up there with them.” I turned back to him, my eyes practically bulging out of my head. My hands started sweating in his, my mouth also becoming dry. I didn’t expect to mean this much to him, I thought that we’d have a best friend relationship come out of this, but I didn’t see this coming. He stepped closer, so close I could feel his hot shaking breathe on my forehead and nose.

“I know you’re still hurting over Calum, I get it. And I know you’re not in any shape or form ready to commit to someone again like you did him, even if it wasn’t an official thing. But I promise you, if you let me be the guy for you, I’ll mend you and help bring you back to the happy girl you once were, the one who didn’t feel broken everyday. We’ll go on more breakfast runs, and I’ll sing you new songs I write, and I’ll leave little notes for you around the hotel room to make you smile every chance you get. Please, will you be mine?” 

I didn’t have time to react or comprehend any of his words before we heard a large sigh come from the side of us in front of the hallway. I looked up quickly to see my devastated Maori boy with a bouquet of deep red roses in his hands. His shoulders slump and lips in a pout. I pulled my hands back from Ashton’s, an appalled look in his eyes.

He cleared his throat and said, “Calum, who are those for?” Calum’s eyes shot back to the flowers in his hands, and he shook his head, jutting out his chin.

“They’re for, uh, they’re for Nia. I was looking for her right now.” His face instantly read as stone cold, and his collarbones and veins in his arms were clearly visible. Ashton shook his head confused and irritated, “Ok then, go look for her else where.”

Calum pursed his lips letting his head hang low, and jogged off behind Ashton. Even though he was out of his view, he wasn’t out of mine. From the corner of my eye, I saw him stop at the silver waste bin, and angrily chucked the flowers into it, before walking to the other side of the stage. I bit my lip trying to hold back the furiously hot tears, as Ashton turned back to me.

“Now, where were we?

Calum’s POV / before seeing Ashton and Y/N…

I walked backstage toward the boy’s and I’d dressing room, hoping Y/N would be in there relaxing like she usually does. I carried about 8 roses in my hands because the flower shop I went to didn’t carry 12 rose bouquets and the next number up was 20 which in my opinion was too many at this point. I figured I wasn’t doing anything helpful for the situation her and I were in. It was only making our group hangouts uncomfortable, and every time I saw her, my chest caved in and I suddenly couldn’t speak. So, I thought about buying her some flowers as a forgiveness token, and rehearsed telling her my true feelings for her instead of yelling them at her last time. 

As I approached the room, I peered inside to see only Michael and Luke and Luke’s girlfriend. They all sat on their phones, all eyes staring up at me when I entered.

“Oooooo Cal, who the flowers for?” Arzaylea spoke up. I let out a chuckle and looked down at the beautiful set of carnations.

“Please tell me they’re not for who we think they’re for?” Luke said, Michael nodding and agreeing with him.

“It’s just a piece offering. I still love and care for her Luke, I just want the old girl I had back…” He sighed, going back to scrolling on his phone.

“She went down the hall to the side of the stage.” Michael said, and I nodded my head at him before striding off.

I could start to here voices down by the side of the stage and making out figures of bodies. I then realized she wasn’t alone. Ashton was there, hands in hers and my blood started rushing through my veins, picking up my adrenaline. 

My stomach cramped, my ears turned red, my chest felt like it had the wind knocked out of it, as I heard the dreaded words come out of Ashton’s mouth.


It all was in slow motion. His words, the crowds chatter, my own heart beat. It felt like the world had slowed down, letting the pain linger in my body and letting the pain hit me hard and slow, the worst way possible. My hands clutched onto the paper surrounding the flowers, making her head snap in my direction.

I’ll never forget the look in her eyes, the same look she had when I caught her sleeping with Ashton. She was petrified, she was heart broken, she knew she was in the wrong. I guess this was the moment in time when the universe is telling us to stop trying. To stop thinking we’d ever make it as a couple, it was all a fantasy, a dream that slowly was turning into a nightmare. 

I wouldn’t have ever called this love, if love hurt this bad.

Omg ok so obviously this is a sorta cliff hanger so if y’all want a part 6, request it! Also read my other stories in my masterlist and await the next part of Gotta Go My Own Way! :)

Badboy!Luke - Part 6

Originally posted by fruckinluke

Part 1  |  Part 2  |  Part 3  |  Part 4  |  Part 5

A/N: I know I haven’t updated this since November, but  better late than never.

Warnings: Angst (slight bullying(verbal comments) towards Y/N)

Summary so far(because it’s been a while): Y/N has decided to give Luke a chance to prove he’s not a fuckboy.


I was sat in his car, he was driving me to god knows where. He had simply knocked on my door and said he was cashing in on the date I owed him. It had been a week since I had agreed to go out with him.

After waiting for a week I had assumed he had forgotten and moved on. That wouldn’t have surprised me, it would have only confirmed my original suspicions. Although when I asked him why he had waited this long, he simply said, he needed time to prepare.

It was nice to know that he had at least put some thought into this date if it took him a whole week to prepare for it.

The journey is quiet, only some soft music playing from the radio as we drove through town. It was nice, I stared out the window as the sun started to disappear beneath the tree line.

Eventually his car pulled to a stop on the top of a small hill. I climb out, taking in the scenery around me. It was beautiful. There were trees everywhere, the golden glow of the sunset illuminated the area.

Luke gestures for me to follow him into the woods. I walk behind him, looking around in awe at how beautiful the area was. I had no idea that this place even existed, and I know that I will be coming here more often from now on.

We walk through the trees, until we come to an opening, there was a lake, the water a deep blue. It reminded me of his eyes, a beautiful pool of colour. There was a  picnic blanket laid down on the bank. A hamper of food sat next to it, although it was knocked over. Whatever was inside it was scattered around it on the floor.

“No, no, no” Luke groaned. Walking away from me towards the blanket. The panic was evident on his face. I had never seen him like this before. Usually he was in control but here it looked like he was out of his element.

“What happened?” I ask as I walk up behind him.

“I don’t know I left the picnic here ready, and ugh- everything is ruined” he groans as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

“The foxes probably got to it. Why would you leave a hamper full of food in the middle of nowhere?” you asked in amusement.  Wondering why he  didn’t just bring the picnic in the car and carry it here.

“I wanted to surprise you. So that you would walk here and find it and it would be all romantic and shit.” he sighs.

“Well I appreciate the thought” I nudge his shoulder in reassurance.

“But it’s ruined” he whines, reminding me of a small child. I find it cute but also kind of funny considering his badboy appearance.

“So what? We don’t have food, we can still sit and enjoy the scenery. I came out because I wanted to spend time with you, not for food.” I try to reassure him. It seems to be working as a small smile appears on his face.

“Although, I will never deny food, just for future reference” I add smile, trying to lighten his mood.

We sit down by the lake, our bodies were close but not touching. We talk about anything and everything until the sun had disappeared completely. I wasn’t sure how long we had been there, time just seemed to fly, conversation was flowing easily, and I found myself enjoying his company.

“ I should be getting home, it’s late and my parents will worry” I say quietly. I didn’t want to leave, but I knew mum would panic if I weren’t home soon.

“Ok” he smiles understandingly. “I wouldn’t want them to think I’m a bad influence” he jokes.

“You. Never” I chuckle.

He smiles as he leads me back to his car.

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Let’s do it more often L.H.

This is a college!luke imagine. I hope you like it. Remember than that you can leave your requests here

There are no trigger warnings here.

Word count: 1.7k

The sky was filled with dark clouds that threatened us with a storm. And, with the furious winds that were blowing in everyone’s faces, the weather matched everyone’s mood that morning.

Everyone in campus was tired of waiting for the Christmas break but we still had to wait a month more. A whole month in which professors were giving more essays for us to write and more exams for us to study.

That made very anxious. I was trying really hard to pass all the exams but, not knowing how, I had started to fail some exams here and there and my family found out. They decided to pressure me even more. They wanted me to be the perfect son, but I couldn’t fail more miserably.

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Part 17 - Here to Collect

Pairing: Luke & Y/N

Words: 1.020


Copyright © 2015-2017 DestielHolmes.  All rights reserved.

Originally posted by theworldaway

PART 1 ●○ PART 2 ○● PART 3 ●○ PART 4 ○● PART 5 ●○ PART 6 ○● PART 7 ●○ PART 8 ○● PART 9●○PART 10 ○● PART 11 ●○ PART 12 ○● PART 13 ●○ PART 14 ○● PART 15 ●○ PART 16

What is it that I want? What I really want?

I have no fucking idea. I mean, I want him, or wanted… Those moments, they feel so far way now, so hard to reach… like a dream. But I don’t think I can forgive him. What he did, I can’t just forget about it. Even if I want to, i just can’t. Ugh, I can still hear her voice, it annoys me so much and it still hurts thinking of it. There’s so much mixed feelings inside me. Hate. Irritation. Annoyance.  Pain. I hate what he did. It irritates me that I can’t do shit about this. Her existence annoys me. And it pains me knowing I’m not the one.

What the fuck should I do? How will he react when he sees me?… and her?

I shouldn’t have come. I should have just stayed home.

It was just as Ash said, Abbie knew all about this party and almost all the people coming. I wasn’t going to come. I don’t know what made me come. Did I just wanted to see him again? Or did I wanted to see her? Or maybe both of them… together. Maybe I want to know how it is. After all what Ash told me. Who is she? How can she have such power over him? Fuck! I need a drink. I got of the wall I was leaning on making my way through the people.

“You look like you’re about to explode.” Someone said when I reached the drinks table.

“Fuck you Calum.” I said when I turned around.

“Wow. The princess has sharp teeth.” He chucked out. Princess… «Princess.» His voice echoed in my head.

“Don’t call me that.” I mean come on, I don’t need this ass annoying me even more. I’m already at my limit.

He took a hold of my arm as I was leaving. “I warned you.” He said almost at my face.

“Yeah, congratulations.” I gave him a ironic smile.

I turned away again only for him to pull me back again. “I’m sorry.” He left in a second after saying that. I just stood there frowning. I’m sorry?? What?? Fuck you! I already have a lot to think about I don’t need your suddenly bipolar shit on me.

“Y/N” Ash called out. “You came.” He said as he hugged me.

“Yeah, I should’ve stayed home I’m about to have a mental breakdown.” I said when we let go.

“I’m sorry.” His sad eyes looked down at me. I wish it was you instead of him.

“For what?” I asked even through I knew what he was going to say next.

“Making you come to this party. I just want you two to be happy.” I gave him a sincere smile.

“You didn’t make me come Ash and you have nothing to apologize for.” I gave him another smile but his eyes slowly averted from me to something behind me.

“Oh shit…” Was all that he said.

I obviously turned around. What made him have that reaction? It couldn’t be Luke or Laurel cause we are expecting them.

“This is not good Y/N.” He said behind me as my eyes froze on Sabrina’s figure walking through the door.

“It’s not?” What is she doing here? What is she hoping to accomplish? Is she here for me? I think I made it pretty clear for her that she shouldn’t mess with me. Maybe I should have left some mark so she could remember like she did to me. My eye it’s still not fully healed. The dark circle turned into dark greenish little ones. It’s not as bad but it is still visible thru the makeup. I have to admit, that girl knows how to throw a punch.

I could see her eyes scanning the people until they landed on mine. I’m not looking away Sabrina. I need to show her that what happened was real, that I mean business.

Her eyes, finally, continued looking at the people. Looks like I’m not the one she wants after all.

Hum, I wander if the people here knew she would be coming. I scanned the room myself. Scared and excited faces. So they want a show. The question is: Am I in the cast?

“You should leave.” I looked to my side. Calum?

He looked at my frowned brows. “This has nothing to do with you. You should leave.”

Is he serious now? First he apologizes to me and now he tells me to piss off? “I know you don’t like me Calum but-”

“You might get hurt again.” Wha-What?

“I don’t understand you.” I shook my head at him.

“Come on.” He took my hand and moved us through the people and to the door.

We were almost there until he stoped making me crash into his back, his hold on my hand getting tighter.

“Hey Callie. New girlfriend?” That voice. That fucking voice!

I don’t know what happen in my brain, at that moment, but I just wanted to rip her tongue out with my nails. So that’s what I did. Or what I wanted to do because Calum’s arm wrapped around my waist bringing my back against his chest. “Calm down.” He whispered in my ear. “It’s not your fight.”

He’s right. Sabrina’s here. I don’t want to get between these two like one more crazy ex-girlfriend.

My sudden rage stated clearing and my eyes not only focused on her but on the people around me and was when I noticed him behind her.


I don’t know who I hate more, her or him.

“Don’t touch her like that.” His eyes burned in Calum’s as his raspy voice came out making Calum’s arm loosen and Laurel’s brows frown looking at Luke and then at me up and down. Her face turning into one of realization as her posture completely changed to one of possession.

“Well, well, didn’t know they allowed bitches in here.” Sabrina’s voice boomed behind me.

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hey nuggets! long time no see! ^^ i’m so sorry I took so long to update but my pc broke and I had to buy a new one and college is a bitch… anyway hope you liked this chap. please tell me what you think, any ideas that you have. just come and talk to me here. don’t be shy! I love having feed back and knowing what you like most and least will help me write. hope i can get a new update soon. bye love ya all 

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I didn’t have titles for most of these so I had to come up with really boring ones, it’s literally the description

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nsfw marked with *

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Most of these are female orientated but I decided to mark the ones who are not, so it’s safe to read for everyone

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“I’m not angry at you, just at myself…Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.” +

Sex with Luke would include*

Sweatpants and blowjobs*

Play time with dom!Luke* (blurb)

Coworker!Luke (blurb)

Fwb!Luke + (blurb)

Boxer!Luke series part one, part two, part three

Riding Luke’s thigh* (blurb)

Rough sex with Luke* (blurb)


“You are shleepy then?” + (blurb)

“Ocean” (blurb)

Michael going shopping with his son and not giving a fuck about gender roles (blurb)

Sex with Michael would include* +

Neck kisses + (blurb)

Sub!Michael* + (blurb)

Being together with Michael… + (blurb)


He says ‘I love you’ but you’re scared to say it back +

Sub!Calum* (blurb)

Sex with Calum would include* +

“Miles Away” *

“He already loves you” + (blurb)

Painkink!Calum* + (blurb)

He gets a puppy + (blurb)

He comforts you + (blurb)


“Not until you forgive me” *

Sub!Ashton* (blurb)

Skyping/facetiming you + (blurb)


Boyfriend!Ashton + (blurb)


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Say You Won’t Let Go | Calum Hood

Another blurb/one shot thing based on a song I’ve been loving lately. It’s such a lovey dovey fluff song that I could imagine with Calum. So hope you enjoy. Writing this with no plan, no nothing, just straight from my heart.

Calum’s POV

I approached her where she was laying in my tour bus bunk, clothed in black sweatpants, a grey sweatshirt, glasses on and phone in hand. She looked so pure and refreshed. No makeup graced her face, which was incredible considering how caked her face was at tonight’s show. She looked relaxed and unbothered, but also very exhausted. Her being on tour has made me appreciate her more, how she’s always up at the same time as us to catch flights or go help set up for shows, how she’s always the one going on food runs for us if the catering at the venue isn’t good, and how she’s always willing to stay up until the sunrise to talk with any of us. Watching her mindless scroll through her Instagram feed while tucked away underneath my sheets brought a slight smile to my face.

I rested my elbows on the top bunk, and she turned her head to look at me as she locked her phone.

“Hey boy.” She said sleepily.

“Let’s go for a walk yeah?” My head pointed to the tour bus door. She pouted her lips at the, not so smart idea. Currently it was 50 degrees outside and almost 1 in the morning. We both should be getting sleep considering we’d head out for the next venue in about 2 hours.

“You’re crazy Hood. It’s freezing and I’m exhausted.” She turned over on the bed so her back was facing me, and I laughed pulling her sweatshirt back to face me.

“We have a microwave right there. How about you say I make you some hot chocolate with those mini marshmallows you like and we walk and talk like that?” She eyed me suspiciously, but soon agreed and hopped off the bed down to her feet. Her head reached just below my chin, making me chuckle at the noticeable height difference. 

We walked outside into the, what felt like, freezing cold. We could see our breathes dancing through the night air, reminding me of the lonely nights I’d come out and smoke to relieve stress. Since she joined us, I haven’t even picked up a cigarette. Our tour bus was parked in the back of the venue, so her and I decided to walk back to the stage one last time before leaving. There was no cover to the outside stage, showing off the endless night sky. It seemed as if the stars had multiplied twice, bringing in my light. I watched her as she walked onto the platform before me, her shining eyes looking up at the sky. The stars danced on her now red frosted skin, and it somehow made her look more beautiful. We took a seat near the edge, and set down our hot chocolates as we just watched the universe unfold before us.

“Only one more show Calum.” I sighed, not letting my feelings get the best of me. I shrugged back my shoulders, trying to keep a strong composure.

“No. You’re going to see more, I promise.” I couldn’t even stomach to look at her.

“Even with medicine, treatment, and therapy, they don’t know if I’ll even make it. Or how long I’ll last…”

“I don’t believe it. Nothing they say, nothing any professional can say, will make me lose anymore faith.” Her face turned to me, a sad smile playing on her lips. They started quivering, a sign she showed when she was about to let a waterfall burst from her eyes.

“After tomorrow, I’ll be gone for 6 months Calum. Going from medicine bottle to medicine bottle, surgery to surgery, doctor to doctor, doing everything I can to make I do go see your future shows. But, I can’t have you thinking I’m going to be in the crowd one day again.” Her hand came to rest on my shoulder as she moved closer. I kept a straight face looking up at the now what seemed like dark clouds above us. The stars seemed to shine a little less, and I was looking for a sign of any God up there that would answer my question: if she was going to be okay again.

“Hopefully one day, I’ll be able to thank these lucky stars for you being alright.”


“Don’t ‘Calum’ me, I know you’re going to be okay. We’ve come this far, and, look how we’ve grown together. And I can’t wait to live life and be with you when we’re grey and old.” I laugh slightly, making her laugh with me. That beautiful smile, so sad yet so full of love. She wanted to believe everything I was saying, but deep inside, she was preparing for the worst. Preparing for the day when she’d have to say goodbye. She’s preparing for the day she’d only had nightmares about, of someday not being with me. 

“Let’s get back to the bus, we’ve got one more day together and I want to spend every solitary moment of it making you happy.”

I grabbed her hand and slung my arm over her shoulder, huddling her close to my chest. Her cheek rested comfortably there, the feeling of her was like home.

As we got back to the bus, she made herself comfortable on my bunk, choosing the side closest to the wall so she’d have the wall and myself as a barrier. Before falling into a deep sleep, her soft voice my ears up.

“Just say you won’t let go…”

“I won’t ever let you go.”

Check out my two one shots from yesterday! Escape and Art

Phone down// Luke hemmings blurb

There was no doubt that Luke was hot, but when he was mad, it went to a whole new level. You sat innocently at the edge of the bed looking up at Luke walking around the room as he was yelling loudly at the poor soul on the other end of the line. All you could think about was the was his vein popped from his neck and how his eyes were different from the usual myriad shades of light and baby blue, now a much darker tone. It might’ve been insensitive, but how could you help yourself.

Luke turned to look over at you biting your lip and for a moment you could swear his eyes were filled with lust but returned back to the angry dark blue. Luke still filled with rage started to grip his hair in frustration. You started quietly singing phone down by lost kings to yourself,

“Why don’t you put that fucking phone down?
Darling, so we could be alone now"

By now Luke had quieted down a little bit and could hear your soft singing

“Can’t you just be here when the lights go out
Why don’t you ever put that phone down?
What could be so goddamn important
That it can’t wait until the morning?”

Luke gave you a look that was basically asking what you were doing, but still on his phone bickering. Slightly annoyed (and horny) you stood up.

“You got me right here with my clothes off now
Why don’t you put that fucking phone down?”

You sing as you Strip yourself of your dress leaving you in your pink nude lace bralette that goes up towards you neck giving you a matching choker.
Luke looked you up and down seeing the set you were wearing, he looked into your eyes as you dragged him by his tie, walking backwards towards the bed laying yourself and him down supporting himself with one hand, the other holding his phone up to his ear he muttered a quick bye to the phone and set it down. You looked up at him smirking innocently. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips “what was that about” he asked in a low growl. You just replied with a shrug and he kissed you roughly and moaned into your mouth as You put your hand up to the back of his neck playing and tugging at the small hairs. His lips moved down to your neck sucking and leaving marks all over, you moaned at the pleasure……. //I’ll let you guys make up the rest before god starts to hate me


So this my masterlist for all the mobile readers


#1: Drunk boyfriend
#2: You have low self esteem
#3: You wear his t-shirt
#4: You catch him cheating on you. Pt (1) (2) (3)
#5: How he tell the fans your his girlfriend
#6: He hurts you (physically). Pt (1) (2)
#7: The song he’d serenade you on stage
#8: Mistletoe Kiss. Pt (1) (2)
#9: Favorite Christmas movie
#10: He leaves and comes back
#11: He talks to your baby bump
#12: He catches you cheating with another band member (1) (2)
#13: You found me - The Fray
#14: Stay - Mayday Parade (His POV)


#1: You’re mine (Calum Hood)
#2: I still love you (Michael Clifford)
#3: Please, don’t leave (Calum Hood)


#1: On Skype with him
#2: Type of girl he would go for
#3: Sex with Michael

Sad One shots

#1: He dies (Luke)
#2: He dies (Ashton). Pt (1) (2)

Au memes

#1: Calum misses you while he’s on tour
#2: Michael wants to marry you
#3: Ashton takes you to the beach
#4: Luke is your teacher’s son (a little dirty)
#5: You and Luke argued
#6: Luke’s girlfriend dumped him
#7: The boys caught Luke sexting you

Love Hurts (Luke fanfic finished) contains smut

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