You stopped painting your nails and met your manager’s angry eyes.
“Of course I am.” You answered and continued painting your short nails a devil-red colour.
“What did we just say?” Your manager, Louise, asked with crossed arms sitting at the other end of the table. Five other people were sitting at the table, all staring at you as they waited for an answer.
“That I should…” You hesitated because you definitely hadn’t heard a single word throughout the entire meeting. “I should be nicer to the paparazzi.”
“No, but we need to work on that, too,” Louise commented and leant forward. You sighed and put the nail polish aside, waiting for the actual important news.
“You’re getting a boyfriend.” You corked an eyebrow at Louise’s words and chuckled slightly. Jesus, you wouldn’t go that far just for publicity.
“This is not your management sitting at the table and you haven’t even asked who they are,” Louise said in a disappointed voice.
“I just assumed you had replaced my team, I guess.” You avowed, earning a death glare from Louise.
“No.” She disclosed. “These people are 5 Seconds Of Summer’s management. You’ve heard of the band.”
Louise stood up from her chair and walked all the way over to your seat, only to take away your nail polish to catch your full attention. She sat down on the table, holding intense eye contact, making you shutter. You didn’t really like Louise - sometimes she could be quite scary.
“I don’t want to date four boys at once.”
“Sometimes I think we should get your IQ checked.”
“I’m kidding.” You confirmed and nodded. “Continue.”
“Calum Hood, the bassist, need…” Louise paused and looked into the air, thinking about her words carefully. “He needs a ‘correction’. In addition, we all think you should be part of that ‘correction’.”
You looked over to the five people at the table. They were all dressed as normal people - unlike Louise and her management. She would always wear “business-clothes” as you liked to call it to annoy her. 5 Seconds Of Summer’s management seemed cool. You wished you switch them out with your own management.
“I don’t want to date a band member.” You hissed, making Louise cork an eyebrow.
“Sweetie, you don’t have a choice.”
Of course, you didn’t. Ever since Louise saw some potential in you, she had been controlling your life. You didn’t remember who found you singing with your acoustic guitar on Hollywood Boulevard, but the person brought you to Louise who immediately took you in as a client. You couldn’t say no; it was your dream. Since then it had been EP’s, red carpets, showing up to award shows but never winning anything. A whole year had passed and Louise had promised you to make something better in 2016 - yet nothing had happened yet.
“You’re meeting him tomorrow, Y/N.” Louise pulled you out of your thoughts and jumped down from the table. “Let’s try to impress him, okay? Don’t be a bitch.”
“I’m never a bitch,” you yelled after her.
Everybody had already left without you noticing and as soon as Louise closed the glass door, you sat alone in the big meeting room with a frown on your face and a nervous feeling in your gut. You actually liked 5 Seconds Of Summer - you just didn’t know anything about the boys. But if he was a nice guy, then pretend-dating him for a couple of months wouldn’t be the worst.
The next morning, you drove to Louise’s management where she had texted you to met her and Calum. You entered the massive building and took the elevator to the 10th floor with everything being a routine. You walked out and in the doors until you eventually came across Louise’s office. You almost kicked the door in when you entered, making Louise and the stranger turn to you.
You recognised Calum immediately. His brown hair was sticking to his forehead as he pursed his lips, putting away his phone. You sighed as you could almost see the lust play in his eyes.
“This is Calum, Y/N.” Louise had put on the voice you use when you talk to kids.
“I’m aware.” You answered and sat down in the chair beside him. Louise had a huge amount of empty space in her office. The only thing that was in there were two plants, a desk with a swivel chair, and two other velvet chairs in front of that desk. The rest of the room was empty.
You felt the desire to throw your feet on her desk but instead you tried to keep a positive attitude - tried not to give Calum attention.
“Calum, this Y/N.” Calum nodded politely. Louise looked something up on her computer, reading some stuff aloud.
“We hope that this relationship is gonna work for both sides… blah, blah blah… this is not only important for your career… blah, blah, blah… it’s important to have good chemistry… blah, blah, blah. You get the point.”
Both you and Calum nodded as Louise shifted between looking at you two. Her left eye always seemed redder than her right and it freaked you out every time she looked at you.
“We’re thinking the relationship should last at least 6 months.” Louise continued scrolling through something on her computer while talking to you. “Rumours need to be spread as soon as possible and what better way than to see you two ‘hanging out’. We’re calling out TMZ tomorrow where’ll you two will be seen together.”
Louise smiled while rambling on. She continued talking about how PR was for the best and it didn’t have to last long, but it would be better if it could last six months.
Ugh, six months was a long time. And you had gotten the bassist. You would have preferred the lead singer as a fake boyfriend - Luke was cuter.
After a good thirty minutes of Louise talking about the following stunt, she left the room so you two could be ‘alone’.
None of you said anything. You just stared at his rosy cheeks as he observed your reaction. Which was a cold stone face.
“What kind of person are you?” Calum questioned and tilted his head. You furrowed your brows, not fully understanding the question.
“What do you mean?”
“You know, what type of person are you?” he repeated with a hand gesture. “Green Day or the 1975? Hook-up or true love? Ice cream or cookies?”
“Uh, Green day. True love. And cookies.” You answered and stared outside the window while Calum was nodding. Your hands were on your lap, lightly tapping along to a song stuck in your head.
“Do you actually believe in true love or are you just against hook-ups?” Calum asked again and you sighed when you turned around to face him. His eyes were darker than the night as the grey t-shirt were hanging loosely on his strong chest and huge biceps.
“I believe in true love.” You answered with raised eyebrows, waiting to be shut down.
“So, you’re not against hook-ups?” Calum smirked and you instantly knew where this would be going.
“No,” you clicked your tongue. “However, I don’t do ‘hook-ups’.”
Calum frowned before putting a wide smile on his face.
“Not even one-night-stands?”
You snorted and finally put your feet on the desk, without realising how rude it was. You didn’t want to date something for publicity but here you were. Sitting in front of a guy that seemed like a douche, as he kept asking you questions about sex. You ignored his last question and instead you starting provoking him; just to have fun.
“You’re not that good at bass, honestly. Plus, your bandmates are hotter than you. ” You smirked, making Calum bite his lip. You exhaled and smiled innocently at you. He was looking for a clear comeback
“You’re supposed to be a singer, right? Yet I haven’t even heard of you.”
“Well, let’s just blame that on the manager we both just listened to ramble. Oh wait, no, we didn’t, cause she’s boring.”
Calum raised his chin and you shook your head while looking down at your lap. It felt like you had gotten everything out your chest. You hated being polite when you didn’t feel like it. You had to be polite to interviewers, paparazzi, management, crew, everyone. Hating on someone you didn’t really know felt somewhat good.
“We both know why they choose you, right?” Calum inquired with a smirk to which you shook your head as an answer.
“Because of my sparkling personality?” You joked. Calum chuckled, making your stomach turn.
“Because of your attitude. Not your personality.”
You bit your inner cheek, thinking about it. Everything made sense now. You remembered seeing all the front magazine covers with titles such as “Calum Hood: Out with another girl” or “The fuckboy of 5SOS” or “Why Calum Hood is a fuckboy?”.
SongBird a.k.a Siren / Support Hero I’ve been wanting to design an Overwatch Omnic/OC for awhile now, and this particular concept of a siren omnic that hums and sings, but doesn’t actually speak (nonverbal: like how bastion communicates). I doodled out some basic concept ideas of her but it was hard to nail down a version that met overwatch aesthetic. b/c the characters themselves dont have complex designs. So I just kept simplifying the concept.
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