#cop!calum

[allthishumanityforfree]

“Yeah, I suffer and have suffered from... mild depression,”

“And I think it’s important to not gate-keep it to the sense of, like, being medicated or all of those things. But it is something that I’m proud people associate with my work – not so much the discussion of maleness, but a commonality you could draw from Connell to Brian to Calum is in what can happen to separate individuals if they are not looking after their mental health. And there are a myriad of possibilities, none of them really good.

I remember playing Connell and it acted like a warning shot to me. Because I remember thinking: I’ve got to start looking after myself because I don’t feel that far away from what Connell was expressing sometimes. And what a privilege to get to figure that out and work and be like, oh, cop on to yourself here and start talking to someone.

And it is territory I like playing in. If people get bored of that ... of course, I care about that, but it is the kind of work I respond to in myself.”- Paul Mescal (x)

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER FIFTY TWO → PROCLAMATIONS OF “LIKE” ON BATHROOM FLOORS

summary: steve harrington x oc | on ao3

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 4.7k || masterlist || ocs moodboard

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

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Attempting to blend in with the mall goers was a little more difficult than Sunshine anticipated. They all were sweaty, their clothes wrinkled, and their appearances rather disheveled. She had wiped off most of the blood on her face, but she felt the light bruising forming around her nose and out through her cheeks. Dustin and Erica could pass off their appearances as kids who played a little too hard, but their small group was certainly odd as they ducked and weaved across the mall, trying not to be seen while searching for a missing Steve and Robin.

Sunshine told herself, and the kids, that they probably just wandered off and nothing bad had happened to them, but she wasn’t so sure. Her heart raced uncomfortably inside her chest as they searched. She made sure Dustin and Erica stayed close and they all kept their heads down whenever someone who looked even just slightly out of place passed them.

“They couldn’t have gotten far,” Erica said, looking side to side along the mall corridors. 

“They wouldn’t have gotten anywhere if you had been watching them,” Dustin snapped. 

“Oh, so this is all my fault?” 

“Yes!” 

“Shh!” Sunshine silenced them with a sharp hiss. “We’re trying to blend in here, remember. No fighting, please.” The kids said nothing more, only a couple of grumbles under their breath that she didn’t hear. She sighed and said, “It’s no one’s fault, okay? We just need to focus on finding them before anyone else does.” The Russians were the biggest threat, but she also didn’t want someone finding two red-eyed and giggling teens wandering around the mall. The last thing they needed was a mall cop throwing them in Starcourt jail and calling either one of their parents. There was no reasonable or believable explanation anyone could give for the state they were in. 

The trio rounded a corner and nearly slammed into two mallgoers. Reflexiably, Sunshine grabbed Dustin and Erica’s arms, pulling them to a quick stop. For a split second, Sunshine’s mind ran through a series of thoughts. At first, she worried they had been caught, then she thought they had found Steve and Robin, but it was neither one of those things. They had run into Calum Miller and Tamera Willow.

Tamera was in her Scoops uniform, looking shocked to see them. Beside her was Calum, who was also wide-eyed and startled. 

“Danielle?” said Tamera. “H-Hi.” She glanced sideways at Calum and nudged his arm, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just stared at Sunshine for a little too long. Tamera cleared her throat and plastered on a tight-lipped smile. “We were actually just looking for you. We, uh, really need to talk to you.”

“We’re a bit busy…” Sunshine answered, trailing off as she noticed the car keys that dangled between Calum’s fingers. “Wait, did you drive here?” 

Calum still didn’t answer; his eyes looked glossed over and unfocused. She wasn’t sure if it was just the lighting of the mall, but he looked a little paler than she recalled, despite it being summer. 

“Sorry,” Tamera sighed out. “He’s a little out of it. But yeah.” 

They had a way out, a car, and a driver. “Can you drive?” she asked Calum. 

He finally spoke, replying with a quick. “Yeah.” 

Sunshine couldn’t help the sigh of relief fall from her lips. “We need a ride and some help.” 

“Why?” 

“It’s a long story,” Sunshine said, feeling antsy. It wasn’t safe for them to linger in one place for too long. They needed to move and find Steve and Robin. 

Tamera crossed her arms, sharing another look with Calum. “Okay. We can help and even give you a ride but under one condition.” Sunshine nodded, not caring what she was agreeing to. “You have to answer our questions and answer them truthfully. No bullshit.”

She didn’t know what they were talking about, but she didn’t care. “Sure, okay. But we need your help first,” she said. “Have you seen Steve or Robin around here in the last ten minutes or so?” 

Calum’s gaze narrowed, focused on the skirt of her dress. “Is that blood?” 

“Have you seen them?” Sunshine asked, pleadingly, and ignoring Calum’s question of the blood on her dress. 

“No,” Tamera answered. “They blew off their shift today and Robin didn’t answer her phone when I called her earlier to ask where she was.” 

Where could they have gone? 

Sunshine tried to think, running a stressed hand through her hair, but as her fingers brushed against the back of her head, she winced as they touched a tender knot on her skull from where the Russians had knocked her out cold hours ago. She felt like a disaster, unraveling with each second they stayed stuck in the mall. 

“We need help finding them. They’re here somewhere, but we’re not sure where. But it’s really, really important that we find them, and fast,” Dustin explained. “And after we find them, we need a ride out of here.” 

“And you’ll answer our question?” Tamera asked once more. 

“Yes.” What kind of questions they had, she didn’t know but she couldn’t waste time wondering. 

Tamera nodded. “All right then, we’ll help.” 

“Great,” Dustin said as he quickly scanned the corridor. “They’re still in their sailor costumes, so keep an eye out for that. Oh, and also keep an eye out for anyone who looks suspicious or Russian or suspiciously Russian.” 

Calum blinked, slow and confused. “Russian?” 

“Let’s move,” Sunshine said, not waiting for a reply before she took off once more in search of their missing members. 

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On the floor, crammed in a dirty bathroom stall, Steve felt everything from the last twenty-four hours crash down on top of him. The horrible taste of vomit and blood was stuck in his mouth, his eyes were even more swollen, a couple of his ribs were bruised at best and broken at worst, and the slightest movements of his face hurt like a bitch. But he was out of the military base, which was a plus, even though they were still stuck in the mall and his car keys got stolen. His dad was going to kill him for losing them, but he much rather face the wrath of his dad than another Russian soldier. 

“The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?” Robin asked from the next stall over.

He looked up and was relived to find that his vision had stopped spinning. “Holy shit. It did stop. Do you think we puked it all up?” 

“Maybe. Ask me something. Interrogate me,” Robin said, faking a terrible Russian accent. Steve cracked a small smile. 

“When was the last time you peed your pants?” 

Robin didn’t hesitant to answer. “Today.” 

“What?” 

“Yeah. When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw.” She laughed, her voice raspy. “It was just a little bit, though.” 

Rubbing his sore nose, he chuckled. “Yeah, it’s definitely still in our system.” He felt like he had returned to his body but there was still a slight air of disconnect that swam around him. Steve knew what it felt like to be high from a couple of times he and Tommy H. bummed weed from some kid at school who kept it inside a metal lunch box and only made deals in the woods behind the school. But what the Russians have given them was much more intense and with his luck, probably toxic or something. He was just glad it hadn’t killed him or Robin, yet. 

Robin shifted inside her stall and the toes of her doodled Convers peaked into Steve’s stall. “All right, my turn,” she said. “Have you ever been in love?” Damn, she wasn’t going easy on him. 

He sank back against the side of the stall as a subtle pain settled in his chest. The memory of last Halloween, followed by the next day in the alleyway outside the Hawkins High gym with Nancy filled his mind. He wasn’t in love with her anymore, but their relationship was still a tender spot in his heart, not fully healed. They had brushed over everything and exchanged quick apologies to be civil but any deeper conversation was overshadowed by the events of that November. They never talked about the issues they had or why their relationship had failed. It wasn’t necessarily either of their faults. Their relationship became tangled in the disappearance of Will, the reappearance of Sunshine, and the death of Barbara Holland. They couldn’t untangle it, thus leading to their slow, drawn-out downfall. 

“Yep,” he answered. “Nancy Wheeler, first semester, senior year.” 

“Oh my God,” Robin groaned. “She’s such a priss.” 

Steve smiled softly to himself. Maybe sophomore year Nancy was a priss or came across as one to people who didn’t know her, but the Nancy he knew now was far from it. “Turns out, not really.” 

“Are you still in love with Nancy?” 

“No.” The answer was easy from his lips and from his heart. He had moved past that part of his life. No matter how hard he tried to cling to it, to her, to the life he knew before everything and a sense of normalcy, it was long gone. Maybe before Hawkins was revealed to be cloaked in various nightmares, the two of them were supposed to end up together. Maybe before monsters turned out to be real, he and Nancy were meant to end up trapped happily behind a picket fence in some Indiana subdivision and become their parents. But then Nancy lost Bard and found Jonathan. Steve had lost his best friend at age six and found her again in the same woods ten years later. Their lives diverged from what could have been if everything had remained painfully and peacefully normal.

“Why not?” 

“I think it’s because I found someone a little better for me.” Someone who hadn’t left his thoughts since the first night she crashed into him in the woods two years ago. Someone who he came to trust more than he trusted himself. 

Robin was quiet for a beat before she said, “Danielle?” 

When they were little, she had been Ellie, back when it had been just the two of them running through foggy memories in the back of his mind.

“Yeah,” he said. “We were friends when we were kids, and I don’t really remember much from back then. But I do remember thinking that she was the coolest person I knew because she never seemed to be scared of anything, and I was scared of everything.” There were a few fractured memories he hung to after all the time that had passed. 

Sunlight poured down from the sky over two little kids, encasing them in a golden glow as the sun said goodbye for the day. Steve stood at the base of a tree, peering upwards with a nervousness gnawing at his stomach. The tree was tall, too tall, he thought. Its limbs stretched toward the sky for what looked like miles. He wanted to chicken out, head back home, and call quits on their quest.

Balancing on the lowest branch was Ellie. Her dark hair was braided in two pieces that fell down to her waist, secured with little white bows. Sun trickled through the thick of leaves, casting a little halo around her head. There was an ever-present smile on her lips and a million freckles across her cheeks that always reminded him of stars. She gazed down at him, expectantly, waiting for him to follow her up through the maze of branches until they could touch the clouds. But the height was dizzying and made Steve lose any courage he had walking out to the tree line behind his house.

Ellie must’ve noticed his hesitation and stretched out her hand toward him, using her other one to steady herself on the branch. 

Steve sucked in a breath and swallowed down his fear before wrapping his fingers around her hand. She pulled him up as he dug his sneakers into the tree bark and avoided looking down. He kept his gaze upwards, locked with Ellie and the painted sky behind her. She squeezed his hand and didn’t let go as they climbed higher, letting the warm summer breeze wash across their young, unbothered faces. 

The memory filled Steve with a strange mix of comfort and longing. He wished he had a childhood full of memories like that one, where Sunshine had always been there and nothing bad ever happened in Hawkins. He wished, almost more than anything, that he or someone, anyone, could have saved her from the childhood she had. 

Neither one of them were kids anymore, but she hadn’t been one in a long time. 

“And then, one day, she was just…gone,” Steve continued. “I couldn’t figure out why I felt like something was missing. I almost forgot about her completely, but that feeling never really went away. And then, you know, she came back, and I don’t think I’ve felt this complete since I was six.” 

“It sounds like she means a lot to you.” 

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I don’t want to screw it up.”

“What makes you think you will?” 

“Our lives are…they’re complicated.” That was a massive understatement. “I don’t think it’ll never not be. That, and I guess I’m just scared.” The truth came out too easily, but it felt nice to get it off his chest. He didn’t really have anyone he could talk to like that. He had Sunshine, of course, but that wasn’t exactly a conversion he could have with her. Having Robin to talk to was nice. 

“You’re scared that you’ll lose her all over again?”

“Yeah.” He could hardly handle the thought of that alone. Their lives were a mess of government labs, monsters, and now Russians. They both had nearly died one too many times and every time, no matter how beat up she was, Sunshine always placed herself between everyone else and the monsters, no matter what they looked like. It terrified him that night at the junkyard when they were swarmed by Demo-Dogs, how easily she told him to leave her behind. Or how she tried to take out an army of soldiers only hours ago to try to save them. He admired her for all of that, but he feared that it was only a matter of time before she placed herself between someone or something too big to take on alone, but she’d try anyway because that was just the kind of person she was. Steve hated his feeling like he was always running out of time with her. 

And then there was his own issue of ruining relationships. What if he said something or did something stupid and lost her that way? There were too many variables; it stressed it out. But he was stuck in limbo. Not telling her and not being with her sucked almost as such the possibilities that hung over his head of running out of time or screwing up what they already had. 

Robin sucked in a loud, shaky breath before her shoes were pulled back into her stall. “Do you guys get kidnapped by Russians often?” 

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t think it can technically be called kidnapping if we broke into their place. But no, the Russians are new.” Interrogations were new too; Steve didn’t care much for them. He was just surprised that they didn’t run into a monster on top of everything else down there. 

Suddenly, another strong wave of feelings washed over him as he was brought back to his and Robin’s conversation before they were drugged, lying on the floor in their overturned chairs. He hung his head as a pang of guilt welled up inside his gut. “I’m sorry.” 

“For what?”

“For bringing you into our mess in the first place.” None of them knew that they’d end up being interrogated by a horrifying, cartoonish Russian Doctor and soldier, but Steve felt responsible for not shutting down their operation sooner before it got out of hand. That wasn’t the only thing he felt bad about too. “And I’m sorry for telling all that, about Sunshine. What you said back there, about Mrs. Click’s class…” He trailed off for a moment, searching for the right words. “I like you, Robin. I mean, I feel like this summer is the hardest I’ve laughed in a really long time. But I just…I don’t like you like that. I’m sorry.” 

He did wish he had noticed Robin in Click’s class. Maybe then they would have been friends before that summer. Maybe he would have been less miserable in the latter half of high school, in the wake of his fallout with Tommy H. and Carol and the crumbling of his and Nancy’s relationship. Maybe things in his life would have worked out a little differently had he made a real friend in school who he didn’t hate half of the time. 

Robin was quiet for a long moment, too long, and Steve immediately felt like he had said something wrong. There was no right way to let a person down. Steve just wanted to do it without losing Robin and the odd but nice friendship they had gained in the middle of their Russian investigation.

“Robin, did you OD over there?” 

“No,” she finally said. “I’m still alive.” 

Steve waited for her to say more, but she went quiet again, and he couldn’t handle the silence. He slid underneath the stall and into hers. She scrunched up her face and moved her legs to make room for him. “The floor’s disgusting,” she said.

“Yeah, well, I already have a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt so…” He met her eyes. She looked pale like she was going to puke all over again. “I’m sorry-” 

She cut him off with a sharp shake of her head, hugging her knees close to her chest almost like she was trying to make herself as small as possible. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t apologize.”

“I do want to be your friend, Robin.” He really, really did. Steve hadn’t had a genuine friend, aside from Sunshine, in what felt like forever. And as different as he and Robin were, they fit together nicely. They worked well together, and Steve didn’t want that to end after their night was over. “I think you’re funny and scary smart-” 

“Stop, please,” she pleaded, looking down at the floor. “You don’t even know me. And if you did, like, really know me, I don’t think you’d want to be my friend.” 

Steve thought that was outrageous. Just because they were a little unconventional didn’t mean much of anything to him. His current friends consisted of a girl he had a crush on and a gaggle of fourteen-year-olds. “What? Of course I would.”

“Listen to me, Steve. It’s shocked me to my core, but I like you too. I really like you, but I’m not like your other friends.” 

“That’s exactly why I like you.” She wasn’t like Tommy or Carol, obsessed with the social hierarchy of Hawkins and making other people as miserable as they were; that was all bullshit anyway. Robin was fun to be around, no matter how badly she teased him. 

She dropped her gaze and hesitated. Steve couldn’t understand why she looked so scared. “What I said about Click’s class and me being jealous and like obsessed with you wasn’t because I had a crush on you.” Relief washed over him, followed by confusion. “It was because…b-because she wouldn’t stop staring at you.”

“Mrs. Click?” 

A small, breathy laugh fell from Robin’s lips, but it was still a little sad. “Tammy Thompson. I wanted her to look at me, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. I didn’t understand because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. You asked dumb questions and were a total douche bag! And you didn’t even like her. I would go home and just scream into my pillow.” 

Steve tried to wrap his head around what she was saying, but it wasn't making any sense. He didn’t understand what she was saying. “But...Tammy Thompson’s a girl?” 

Chewing down hard on her lip, Robin stared at him with her still slightly bloodshot and watery eyes. Her chin trembled slightly as she whispered, “Steve…” 

It took a minute, a long minute for her words to sink into his brain and for his brain to then make sense of them. But once they did, Steve felt nauseous for the hundredth time that day. And it wasn’t because of what Robin meant with her words. It wasn’t because she just confessed to like-liking Tammy Thompson, a girl. Steve was sick to his stomach because he was suddenly face to face with the awful words his dad spewed about people like Robin, and how Steve had spat those same words back at Jonathan Byers in the alleyway two years ago. Steve felt sick because Robin looked more scared to admit that than when they were down inside the Russian base.

It was the look on her face that struck him, hard, much like the soldier’s punch to his gut. She looked like she expected him to turn away in disgust or take back every nice thing he just said about her, rescinding his want to be her friend. He felt sick because if he had been two or three years younger, be probably would have done just what she was so scared of. 

“Steve, did you OD over there?” 

He shook his head slowly. “No. I, uh, just thinking.” 

The thing was, Steve wasn’t the same person he was a couple of years ago, and he certainly wasn’t his dad. He didn’t feel any different about Robin or about wanting to be her friend. Steve liked Robin, honestly and truly; there was nothing else to it. 

“I mean, Tammy Thompson’s cute and all, but she’s a total dud.” 

Several different emotions flashed across Robin’s face as she sat up a little straighter, no longer curling into herself. “She is not!” 

Steve laughed and Robin’s shoulder’s untensed just slightly. “Yes, she is!” Then, another round of questions flooded his brain. “Wait, hold on. Are you and, you know, Tamera…” Obviously, he had no idea if the rumors about Tamera were true, and he never asked or even thought about asking. But the rumors had followed her around since middle school. Carol used to act like Tamera had some kind of disease, and Steve never cared enough to tell her to shut up. 

“What?” Robin’s eyes widened and Steve panicked. He was so underprepared for every aspect of that conversation. The was blood on the collar of his uniform, the taste of vomit in his mouth, and Russian drugs lingering in his system. He didn’t want to sound like an asshole for assuming that the only other person in town that he knew potentially liked girls had something going on with Robin, but they had worked together all summer, constantly making their own little inside jokes and spending almost every lunch break together. It made sense, in his head at least, but there was a good chance he was on concussion number three and had misread their whole dynamic. 

“Oh, no! I just mean…because you know…” He shook his head. “I’m gonna stop talking now.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “We’re not. She’s cool, and funny, and pretty but-” 

Steve gasped, sitting up taller with a shit-eating grin. “You are totally into her!” He saw the light blush that spread across her cheeks. 

She looked ready to protest, but with the drugs still in their system, that was hard to do. “Maybe a little.” 

He wanted to ask more questions but was stopped by the sound of the bathroom door being swung open. He and Robin jumped to their feet quickly with the worry that they had been caught by the Russians again. But when they stumbled out of the stall, only familiar faces stared back at them. 

Dustin threw his hands up and shouted. “Okay, what the hell?!” 

Before they could say anything, Sunshine pushed through the odd group gathered just inside the door and threw her arms around both Steve and Robin’s shoulders, pulling them into an almost bone-crushing hug. She sighed deeply in what Steve assumed was relief. “Oh, God. Please, don’t ever do that again.” She pulled away just slightly, still holding onto them like she was scared they’d run off again. “Are you guys okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” Robin replied, still looking a little flustered. "We’re fine. I think we got it all out of our system.” 

Sunshine looked at him, waiting for his answer too. “We’re all right, Sunshine.” 

As he looked at her, noticing the bruises that started to form around her nose, he was struck with the God-awful sound of her screams that had echoed down the hall inside the base. He was suddenly filled with panic, even if she was standing right in front of him. “Holy shit, are you okay?” His hands found their way to her shoulders, looking her over for any less obvious sign of injuries. There was a blood stain under her nose and dark circles under her pretty eyes. Nasty red marks decorated her wrists, and a look of subtle exhaustion plagued her features. Yet, despite all of that, she smiled softly at him. 

“I am now.” 

A couple of feet away, someone cleared their throat and Steve’s gaze was pulled onto the two people who joined Dustin and Erica. Calum and Tamera. He flickered his gaze between them and Robin, who simply stared at the pair looking just as confused as he felt. 

“We found them,” Tamera said. “Now,” she looked pointed at Sunshine. “You-” 

Dustin cut her off. “Not now. We need to leave.” 

“W-Wait,” Calum said. He looked rough, with wide and glossed over eyes and shaking hands at his sides. “Who beat the shit out of you?” he asked, looking at Steve. Steve opened his mouth to respond with something besides the truth, but a rush of words tumbled from Calum’s lips before he could. “Who the hell are those kids?” He looked to Dustin and Erica. “Why didn’t you two show up to work today?” He looked at Steve and Robin. “And what the hell was that thing in the woods?!” His voice grew louder with each question. Steve had no clue what he was talking about. 

No one answered him, though. “Dustin’s right,” Steve said. “We need to get out of here.”

Tamera suddenly looked panicked. “We’re running out of time to do this!” she said to Calum. 

“To do what?” asked Robin. 

Tamera sputtered for a response, but Calum beat her to it. He stepped forward, two of the three older teens, and waved a shaky finger at Sunshine. “W-What is your deal, man? What is the deal with that tattoo on your wrist, Double-Oh-Seven?”

Steve’s hand instantly went to Sunshine’s. Calum’s question took all of them by surprise. 

“I-It doesn’t mean anything,” Sunshine answered quickly. 

“No way,” Tamera said. “That’s bullshit and we know it. This whole thing can’t be a coincidence.” She raised a hand quickly, causing Sunshine to flinch back, bumping into Steve. He squeezed her hand a little tighter. “It’s you! It has to be you in that file. You were at Hawkins National Laboratory, weren’t you?” Her words came out sharp, ringing loudly inside the bathroom. 

There was no way they could have figured that out. Steve narrowed his gaze as best he could with only one good eye and stepped just slightly in front of Sunshine. “What are you talking about?” The four teens stared at each other in something of a stand-off, tense and quiet. 

It was Erica who broke it. “We don’t have time for this!” she snapped. Steve knew the kid was right. Their clock was ticking. 

“We-” Calum began but was swiftly and harshly cut off by Erica. 

“Shut up!” she yelled. “We just spent the last twenty-four hours trapped in a commie hellhole! I’m tired. I’m hungry. And I want to go home! So, all of you nerds are going to shut your mouths, we are going to leave this stupid mall, find your car, and go home. Then, I don’t care what you do! Got it?” No one said a word, but Steve felt his lips quirk upwards slightly. She took their silence as her answer. “Good. Now, Dustin, commence operation Plan B.” 

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[solstitios]

yoooo! i'm rocket (she/her) and this is my manic pixie boy... man... pyro? idiot? callum, who is absolutely named after calum hood from 5sos i have a few pages up for him at the moment but this post may be better served regarding initial interesting in plotting! i do prefer d*scord for plotting just an fyi; feel free to like this post and i'll send you a dm to connect! ♡

tw: mentions of domestic/physical/familial abuse, accidental death

yes he DID forget how to speak korean when he got to ansong. yes he spent a week literally not being able to understand/read anything around him (this would be a fun plot for anyone who has a muse who speaks eng!) and i don't know how he did it. but one day he woke up and he could just suddenly understand everything again so he's ok now

is from sydney but doesn't remember that now. there's a picture of the sydney opera house on one of his mementos

came from a household with a very strict father and mother with little backbone; as the older son he was always being pressured to be amazing by his dad and would get hit when he didn't meet his father's standards (and then really started acting out as a result, but we'll get to that)

SUPER IMPORTANT TO KNOW: callum has a sister who is 2 years younger named callie and they were super close and i would love if someone brought her to the rp hello 2nd muse idea for y'all !!!

so once his dad really started laying on the trauma lol, callum began his rebellious era — literally just saying fuck all to his grades at school, hanging out with shitty people, getting involved with things he really shouldn't have

got arrested at 17 the spring before his high school graduation, father knew people in the city to get them to let him off with a smack on the wrist but nearly got his ass beat

father banished him to go live with his uncle in korea for the next decade. had a really hard time adjusting at first because his korean sucked. did some odd jobs, tutored english, wanted to be a cop but he couldn't because he wasn't technically a citizen so he actually started training to willingly enlist in the korean military

this happening while he was visiting aus for his bday: he just turned 27 this august so right before his frontal cortex stopped growing he thought it would be a great idea to set off illegal fireworks while was rly drunk with his friends... yeah ok buddy. ends up, i shit you not, "dumb ways to die" accidentally k*lls himself AND HIS SISTER with the fireworks striking them both. i swear this was more tragic when i was first conceptualizing him but writing this out now it's so stupid fjkdhfjkgf

except now on the bright side, he's dead but gets to be a firefighter! oh the irony

persona

personality wise he's like a pretty cool dude. fun to chill with. really likes fires. is calm and cool and that friend that always knows the right thing to say except he's got a lot of demons in him that keep him in his head a lot but is so frustrated because he can't even figure out what the demons are. loves his job. super into fitness and staying in shape. makes lists for everything. slightly neurotic. really wants to get a dog. left-handed. may come across as hard to read at times. nolan fanboy. good taste in memes but bad tiktok taste. only dresses in black/gray/neutrals outside of his work uniform. surprisingly makes banger charcuterie boards

tl;dr

childhood traumatized man accidentally k*lls himself and his sister

potential plots

someone who goes to the same boxing gym as him and maybe they have beef about something pretty juvenile? LMAO

one of your kitchen appliances catches on fire and you're too scared/embarrassed to call 119 so instead you run down to the third floor and make callum handle it instead

someone to go with him to one of the events posted on the community bulletin!!!

for females: callum meets you for the first time and when he does he gets deja vu. he feels like he's met you before (it's all his subconscious trying to push out his memory of his sister callie)

for males: someone younger he treats like an older brother (again, his subconscious longing for his sister)

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Coy Fish (ao3) - cornflowerblue (@daydahlias) Ashton/Calum, Michael/Luke E, 19k

Summary: “Please don’t fuck our yoga instructor.” Michael massages his forehead, eyes squinting shut. “We’ll lose our discount.” But that certainly won't keep Calum from trying.

increase the peace! (ao3) - cliffakitten Luke/Ashton T, 6k

Summary: Luke is a newbie cop in a small town with a big hippie movement. There's a certain mop haired, hazel eyed hippie boy that has caught his eye and who seems to have developed an unfortunate habit of getting arrested every other week. ~ or - how Luke falls in love with the hippie boy he's supposed to be guarding.

Milky White (ao3) - gardener Luke/Ashton, Calum/Michael M, 3k

Summary: 'Hey, where are you guys heading?' 'Woodford Folk Festival!'

Ashton is a gray romantic hard worker with his mind set on hiking through the forests and meeting nice people to become friends with. Whilst exploring the woods in Queensland, he comes across two friends who enthusiastically invite him to join them to the festival. Despite the fact they know nothing about each other apart from names, he decides to tag along and see what the fuss about this festival is all about. It all turns into a hot mess that night, with Ashton's nose nuzzling between Luke's milky white thighs he is starting to want to become good friends with.

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky (ao3) - antisocialhood OT4 N/R, 5k

Summary: Luke wanted to be able to say he fucked at Woodstock when he was baked like a cake and tripping on ecstasy.

this city screams your name (ao3) - galaticsugar Luke/Calum M, 38k

Summary: Luke finally notices Calum, and he grins at him, ducking his head bashfully and scrunching his shoulders to his ears as he approaches, casting a shadow over Calum’s bench. “If it isn’t my favorite ex-convict,” he says, and his voice is softer than Calum remembers, but the teasing lilt is unmistakably familiar.

“You finish your shitty book yet?” Calum raises his eyebrows, tipping his head up to meet Luke’s eyes. They’re so blue in the nearly-midday-sun. They might actually be the brightest thing Calum’s seen since landing in London.

waitin' on the goldrush (ao3) - orphan_account Calum/Ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: A short lil au where Ashton is a lil hippie boy who works on the streets singing and conning and pick pocketing strangers to help support his family and then he meets the boy with the beautiful brown eyes and he can't think straight.

woodstock (ao3) - orphan_account Michael/Luke N/R, 2k

Summary: even the grass against his calloused feet is an exploration in itself; a freedom of his soul, after being so trapped in his tiny little room where he melted tabs on his tongue without his mother ever finding out. and it's so surreal -- woah -- it's actually woodstock, the rockin' 60s, the year that he may lose his virginity in one of those shag-wagons with the babes and the drugs or he may overdose before then but it will still be, like, super cool.

You Are My Sunshine (ao3) - CliffordAffliction E, 6k

Summary: It's 1974 during the Vietnam war and Ashton is a soldier feeling like happiness is a thing of the past...until he meets an anti-war boy by the name of Calum while he is on leave and he feels himself falling in love for the very first time.

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter twenty one

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

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 29, 2018 uncasville, connecticut calum 

I don’t know what it is, but there’s something strange about being away from Orion for this long. It’s almost been a month, and we still talk almost every day. I know I can’t expect for things to feel all that normal. I left her alone in LA. She has a life there. I’m busy, touring with the band.

I think days like today are when I feel it the most. We’re in a random ass city in New England. We have a show tonight, but today we aren’t doing press, and there’s not exactly a lot to do in Connecticut. It’s just another day with the boys, whom I love dearly, but don’t exactly have a lot of fresh topics to talk to them about. 

At least it felt okay to sleep in this morning. A lot of days it feels like a waste of being in a cool city or a waste of being close to family to sleep in, but in Uncasville, Connecticut, sleeping until 11 feels like an appropriate start to the day. 

I wake up to a few texts from Orion, which is unsurprising but always good to see. 

From: my love + stars good morning hi hello i couldn’t sleep last night i am zombie today running on hella coffee i think duke misses you he keeps going into your studio and pacing around it’s so sad do you think he can come to the venue in san diego? omg i can get him a little shirt that says “i <3 5sos” can you imagine if i do that you have to post it to your story so the fans can see they would die hope you have so much fun in the fantastic town of uncasville today!!!!

To: my love + stars it’s always a good morning when i can hear from you! very good morning to you my very beautiful girlfriend my favorite zombie you can eat my brains if you want send me duke pics rn i miss him too please bring him!!!! i’m pretty sure dogs are allowed. i will riot if not. yknow you could post it yourself. just make your profile public ya silly goose. the fans love you now.

From: my love + stars cal if you ever don’t hear from me in the morning you need to call the cops i will always say hi asap i will eat your brains first look how cute dukey is!!!!!!! Images attached (3) they occasionally tOleRaTE me NOW. the tables could turn at any time.

To: my love + stars i will never call the cops on you you can do no wrong even if you eat my brains don’t tell duke’s mom but i think i miss my son more than i miss his mom (I AM KIDDING I PROMISE) literally the only reason the tables would turn is if you were a shitty person and you’re the best person i know so you’re good of course only go public if you want but just sayin the world would be a better place if everyone could see your beautiful sunset selfies

From: my love + stars somebody call 911 shawty’s lying to me on the dance flo it’s ok if you miss duke more than me i am not offended i swear you know i won’t go public i just don’t need that chaos in my life i love quietly lurking on stan twitter from my burner account

To: my love + stars i am not lying i miss you more than i have ever missed anyone duke is close second dw it could be a rush to go public for a day and then go back private see what happens

From: my love + stars stop you’re gonna make me cry in the club rn it would be not fun cal you know this i’d get a bunch of DIE BITCH I COULD TAKE UR MAN IF I WANT TO YOU’RE SO UGLY and maybe a sprinkle of wow you’re kinda cool sometimes

I’m not sure how long it’s been that Orion and I are just sitting here texting each other back and forth until Ashton is giggling across the room at me.

“What are you making all those faces for, Cal?” He asks.

I flip him off. “Just texting Orion.”

“Oooh, what are you guys talking about?” Luke walks in the room, a banana in hand and Sierra trailing behind him carrying a Starbucks cup. 

I roll my eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I was just telling her she should make her Instagram public, and she thinks it’d just open up a door for death threats.”

“The fans like her now, don’t they?” Luke asks. He plops down on the couch next to me, and Sierra sits on his right side. He looks around the room at all of us, searching for confirmation.

“She always gets love when I post a picture with her in it,” Ashton confirms. 

It’s no secret that I’m not exactly an active user on any social media, so even though I have millions of photos of me and Orion, I don’t share them much. That’s both due to my personal social media habits and Orion’s wishes to keep her presence on my social media to a minimum. It’s kind of like her rule for flowers — only for special occasions. 

Ashton, on the other hand, posts a few photos at a time to his story and feed pretty regularly, and more often than not, if there’s a group picture, Orion is in it. He’s also the only one that really hangs out with Orion on her own regularly, so naturally they have more photos of the two of them. That said, if she’s only getting positive comments on Ashton’s posts, I’m sure she’d get positive reactions if she shared her own.

“I’m not saying she should or shouldn’t,” Sierra starts. “But I definitely get why she doesn’t want a public profile.”

“I mean, to be fair, a lot of what she posts is of you guys,” Luke adds. He’s not wrong. Because her profile is private and she can pick and choose who follows her, she feels fine to post whatever she wants, and that means posting a lot of pictures with me, of me, and of Duke. “She definitely wouldn’t want to do that if she went public.”

I sigh, knowing that Sierra and Luke are probably right, and Orion is too, even if she’s not completely accurate with what would actually happen if she made her profile public. I decide to drop it. 

“Where’s that Starbucks at?” I decide to ask, changing the subject. I nod at Sierra’s coffee cup in her hand. 

With the address in hand, I head off to find someone to drive me to the Starbucks and go back to texting Orion. 

To: my love + stars it’s pretty early to be in the club but still don’t cry just a little over a month. we’ve got this!! only go public if you want. i support you regardless and happy to be bad cop and defend you in your comments if you needed

From: my love + stars a 2018 shakespearean level romance defending me in an IG comment section i’m a lucky girl

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a/n: fillery chapter ik. but still plantin a seed for something later on. i posted this poll but also feel free to drop a comment on your wishes on this post too pls n thx.

[allsassnoclass]

Say…two people break up, right? But Fate thinks that’s bullshit so it creates a time loop and the couple is forced to relive the day they broke up multiple times, in different alternate realities, until they kiss and make up. The universe’s version of couple’s therapy.

OH i read a pretty good buddie fic with a similar premise, found HERE for my 911 friends.

anyway!

On the 11th day, Michael runs.

He wakes up alone, of course. Ashton is an earlier riser, and Michael wouldn't want to stay in bed with him and the memories of the past 11 loops, either. The bunks on the bus are a tight fit on the best of days, but they're suffocating if you've just broken up and have to keep breaking up over and over and over again.

Michael checks the date on his phone, sees that it hasn't changed, and barricades himself in his bunk, covers pulled over his head and only offering grunts to anyone who checks on him.

The bus pulls to a stop at 12:43pm, just like it always does. Michael could time everything down to the second now, the comforting routine of tour made eerily exact by the loop. It means he knows exactly where he needs to be.

At 12:57pm, he exits the bus under the guise of unloading, turns left instead of right, and ducks into the first alley he can find before breaking into a sprint.

In the 11 loops they've taken, he hasn't been out to explore the city. It's easy to get lost, and it's equally easy to blend in to the crowds, head down and hat pulled low. No one is expecting to see Michael Clifford wandering around by himself, so no one does. He ducks into a coffee shop that looks somewhat interesting and nurses a mug in the back corner for a while, people-watching and steadfastly not making eye contact with anyone.

It takes 15 minutes for his phone to buzz, everyone too wrapped up in the hustle and bustle of unloading and setting up for soundcheck to notice that he's not where he's supposed to be.

It takes 20 minutes before someone calls, and another 5 after that for him to decide that he's still entirely too close to the venue and needs to keep moving.

Luke and Calum's name flash across his phone screen with equal enthusiasm, with the occasional call from someone else on the crew. Michael sends I'm fine to the band groupchat, but declines every call.

It takes 56 minutes and a trip to McDonalds before Ashton's name appears.

"What?" he answers, careful to keep his voice cool and level.

"You don't get to run away from this, you ass!" Ashton hisses. "Get back over here and play the fucking show like a mature adult!"

Right, because Ashton is the mature one.

"Why?" Michael asks.

"Because we have fans out here who have paid a lot of money to see us! We promised when we got together that we wouldn't let our shit impact the band or the fans!"

"They'll still be there tomorrow," Michael shrugs. "No one is going to remember this. I'm not impacting anything."

"It's impacting Luke and Calum right now!" Ashton says, sounding very close to exploding. Michael can perfectly picture him running a hand through his hair, jaw hard and eyebrows pinched in that one frown that he only ever brings out when Michael has seriously, catastrophically pissed him off.

"Tell them I needed some space after the breakup," Michael suggests, picking at his fries. They're getting cold, but Ashton hates when he chews while talking, even though he does it himself, the hypocrite.

"There hasn't been a breakup, dipshit! You never broke up with me this time!"

Michael hums.

"I think it's your turn, actually," he says.

"I fucking hate you," Ashton seethes, which. Duh. Obviously. That's probably at least half the reason they're in this mess. "Just-- Come back before Luke and Calum call the cops, okay?"

"No," Michael says. Ashton growls, actually growls at him. "At least it'd be something interesting to break up this monotonous hell we're in!"

"I hate you," Ashton repeats, landing just as hard the second time as the first. Michael tries to shake off the stabbing feeling in his heart and somehow misses Ashton hanging up in the process.

Michael eats a fry. It's cold and a little soggy.

He puts his head down on the beige, probably-filthy McDonald's table and desperately wishes for the day to end.

[honeycombcal]

Love and Duty - C.H. (Cop!Calum, Ch. 1)

AN: sooo i got this idea for cop!calum and i’m just kinda running with it. sorry the beginning might be a little slow, but i have an idea of how i want this to go and i’m excited for it so i hope you guys like it :) if the formatting is weird, it’s because i wrote it/am posting it on my phone! lmk what y’all think!💙

Sutton was late. Extremely late. She power walked down the street as fast as she could, rushing to the quaint cafe that she was meeting her brother, Elliott, at for brunch. She prayed to whoever might be listening that her older brother wouldn’t be too pissed at her tardiness.

She finally got to the restaurant, throwing the glass door open, the motion making her caramel color highlighted locks blow behind her shoulders. She glanced around and found her brother at their usual table by the window; that table was their favorite because it allowed them to people watch those that walked by outside.

Elliott’s head was down as she approached the high top, dark wooden table. His dark brown hair, the same color Sutton’s was naturally, was finally starting to get back to its normal length after he had to shave it for the police academy. He was still dressed in his uniform, having just finished a shift he’d worked all night. He glanced up as he heard her get closer, his hazel eyes meeting Sutton’s as he gave her a teasing look of disapproval.

Sutton was winded as she plopped down in the chair across from her brother, setting her bag on the corner of her chair nearest the window. She exhaled deeply as she settled in, her fingers going to comb through her hair anxiously.

“I am so sorry I’m late-“ she started as Elliott chuckled.

“You’re fine. I actually just got here a few minutes ago anyways,” Elliott reassured her. Sutton exhaled again, this time in relief. She knew Elliott wouldn’t be that mad; it was impossible for the 25 year old to stay mad at his little sister for long.

“So why do you look so nice? That part of your reason for being late?” Elliott quirked a dark eyebrow as he gazed over his sister. Sutton looked down at her outfit as if she didn’t dress herself this morning: she wore a dusty rose colored silk camisole tucked into tight black trousers with a matching black blazer and black flats. Definitely not her go to look at 11 o’clock in the morning.

“It is actually,” she informed him. Her brother waited for her to continue, crossing his arms and leaning them on the table. “I had a job interview this morning.”

“You did?! Why didn’t you tell me?” Elliott questioned, feigning hurt. Sutton rolled her emerald eyes at him and smirked.

“I guess it just slipped my mind. Plus you’ve been so busy with work lately,” she pointed out. Elliott nodded, agreeing with her. “It was kind of a last minute thing too. They called me yesterday asking if I could come in this morning.”

“So, where was the interview at? How’d it go? Does dad know?” Elliott fired off, but before Sutton could answer, the waitress came to take their drink orders. Sutton ordered a water and a mimosa while Elliott opted for just a water. On the job or not, Elliott was still in his work uniform and couldn’t be seen drinking.

“It was at the courthouse, as a clerk, so I’d work up tickets and different cases and even be in the courtroom. I think it went really well! And no, dad doesn’t know yet. I’ve barely had time to process it myself,” Sutton told him, resting her arms on the table and raising one to place her chin in the palm of her right hand.

“Oh, that sounds like it’d be perfect for you. I work with clerks here and there, they’re real nice,” Elliott told her, making her all the more excited and hopeful that she’d get the job. “Dad will love to hear that.”

Elliott’s last comment brought a soft smile to Sutton’s face. Their father, the chief of police in their town, would be thrilled to hear that both of his children were working in the judicial system in some way. She couldn’t wait to call him and tell him the news, but it would have to wait until after brunch.

The waitress brought their drinks and took their order, scurrying off to give it to the kitchen before the place got slammed for lunch. The siblings made small talk as they waited, Sutton asking Elliott how his shift went. His hazel eyes were slightly bloodshot from lack of sleep, and it looked as though purple thumbprints were pressed underneath his eyes. Sutton hoped he would be taken off this night shift soon, but since he was a newer officer, she really doubted it.

The waitress returned with their orders ten minutes later, Sutton’s mouth watering at the sight of her french toast, bacon and eggs. She dug into her food quickly, as she hadn’t had breakfast this morning, and almost burnt her tongue in the process. As she chewed her eggs, her phone began to ring.

“Oh fuck,” she mumbled, small pieces of egg flying out of her mouth and making Elliott laugh. She shot him a glare as she dug her phone out of her bag.

“Oh my god.” Sutton felt her eyes grow wide as she saw the number on her screen, tuning her brother’s “what?” out as she quickly finished chewing and swallowed, choking slightly, before she answered her phone.

“Hello?” She could feel her brother’s eyes on her, but she didn’t meet them. Her voice had gone up an octave or two so she knew that he knew it was probably something important.

“Hi, Sutton? This is Linda with the courthouse,” the voice spilled over the phone. Sutton felt like her eyes might pop out of her head. They were calling her already?

“Hi, Linda!” she exclaimed, making the older woman laugh.

“I was just calling to ask if you’d like to become a part of our team?” she asked. Sutton’s mouth fell open before the corners of her lips began to tug upwards.

“I would absolutely love that!”

Elliott raised his eyebrows as he shoveled more of his biscuits and gravy into his mouth.

“I was hoping you’d say that! Does starting on Monday morning work for you?” Linda asked. Sutton would have started whenever she’d have asked her too, but she was thankful that she wasn’t going to have her start in the middle of the week since today was Tuesday.

“Of course, that definitely works for me!” Sutton bounced excitedly in her chair, meeting her brother’s eyes and grinning.

“Perfect. We’ll see you Monday morning at 8!” Linda told her. After Sutton thanked her, they exchanged goodbyes and hung up. Sutton let out a squeal as she set her phone down

“I got the job!!” she exclaimed, her brother going wide eyed.

“That was who just called? They let you know that fast?!” He was almost in disbelief. Not that his sister wouldn’t get the job, but that her now employer got back to her that quickly.

“Yes! Can you believe it?!” Sutton was over the moon excited.

After graduating from college in almost a month ago, she’d had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. When she was looking for jobs, she came across this listing at the courthouse and it sounded too good to be true. She tried not to get her hopes up when applying, but when they had called her the same day she’d submitted her application and had asked her for an interview, Sutton was all too happy to oblige. It finally seemed like things were falling into place, and it sounded like maybe she’d get to work with her brother every now and then too.

“That’s amazing, Rose, I’m really proud of ya,” Elliott praised her, using her nickname. Rose was Sutton’s middle name, and since Elliott was only 3 when Sutton was born, he had had some difficulty saying her name. So, her parents had him call her by her middle name, since that was much easier for a three year old and Elliott would still call her Rose to this day. He often called her that more than her first name just because it was still easier (and he was a bit lazy). It had even rubbed off on her father and even a couple of her closest friends. Sutton loved her middle name, so she didn’t mind when people called her by it.

“Me and my buddy actually have to be in court next Wednesday so maybe we’ll see ya,” he continued.

“Which one? And for what?” Sutton questioned, resuming her meal that had now cooled off enough for her to eat.

“We both have prelims we gotta testify for. Cal had a domestic call and mine was a speeder but they scheduled ‘em back to back so we’re goin’ together.” Sutton had heard Elliott talk about ‘Cal’, but she’d yet to meet him. She also knew that prelims meant a preliminary hearing, thanks to both her father and brother being cops and to her minor in law enforcement. She had her fingers crossed that all of that knowledge would help her out.

They finished their meal in a comfortable silence, occasionally pointing something out about a person who walked by. Elliott insisted on paying as a ‘congrats on the job’ gift, so once they’d settled the bill, they headed out.

“Alright, I’m goin’ back home to get some fuckin’ sleep. You goin’ back to dad’s?” Elliott asked as they walked down the sidewalk.

Sutton nodded, yawning and immediately looking forward to the nap she was about to take. Her 9:30 interview had come early this morning since she couldn’t fall asleep until after 1.

Sutton had moved back in with her father after she graduated, and she was happy to be there. She often worried about her dad living by himself. After their mother died when Elliott was 18 and Sutton was 15, it had just been the three of them. But then Elliott went off to college a few months later, so it was just Sutton and her dad. Which was really hard on her; her mom had passed away right around the time a young girl needed her mom most. But her father had done an exceptional job of stepping up and filling both roles. He had worked his ass off his whole life, especially after his wife died, to give his family everything they’d need. He was appointed chief of police when Sutton was 17, and she felt like the most proud daughter in the world. Even though her father was in and out of the house throughout the week, she still hated to think of him alone at home. She was probably one of the few college kids to be happy to be back home.

Elliott walked her to her car in the parking lot, enveloping her in a hug after he opened her door for her. “Don’t be a stranger, Rosie. Come by and we can go get drinks to celebrate.”

Sutton groaned. Every time she drank with her brother, she got waaaay too drunk trying to keep up with him and his friends. The last time she’d gone out with him she’d been sick for the next two days.

“We’ll see about that,” she told him, ducking into her car. Elliott chuckled before giving her a wave and shutting her door, heading off to his own car parked across the way.

As Sutton started her car and began the drive home, she called her dad over the bluetooth speaker in her car.

“Hi, sweetie,” his voice boomed over her speaker, making her jump as she turned her volume down.

“Hi dad. I’ve got news!” she told him happily.

“Oh? And what’s that?” he asked curiously.

“I got a job at the courthouse as a clerk!” Sutton exclaimed to him, bouncing up and down again.

“You did?! Oh honey, that is just fantastic. I am so proud of you.” Hearing her father say that made tears spring to Sutton’s eyes; she knew her father was proud of her, but hearing him say it made her emotional every time.

“Thanks dad. I’m really excited about it,” she told him, turning onto their street.

“I think that’ll be a good job for you. I know a lot of the people in there so you make sure to tell me if anyone gives you any grief,” his tone only slightly joking. Sutton giggled.

“Oh, I will. And Eli said the same thing, about it being good for me. Says he works with clerks every now and then, too.” Sutton pulled into the driveway of their colonial home, a big white house with light blue shutters and a wrap around porch that her mother loved.

“He sure does. He’ll probably try to make his way over more now that you’ll be working there.”

“Alright dad, I’ll let ya go. I’m home now, so I’ll see you when you’re off,” she told him.

“Alright Rose, I’ll see you when I get home. I’m proud of you sweetie, love you.”

“Love you dad. Bye,” Sutton clicked the end call button on her steering wheel before turning her car off and heading inside.

For once in her life, she couldn’t wait until Monday.

[my1yeargetaway]

Finding You~ Micheal Clifford (Cop!5SOS)

Micheal Clifford had it good. A good start to what he hoped would be a long cop  career, a beautiful girlfriend of two years, and lots of friends to hang out with. He prided himself in making his town feel safe. But when his girlfriend gets taken, it’s up to Micheal to find her. He hopes to find her alive.....before it’s too late.

TW: violence, guns, knifes, swearing, verbal abuse, physical abuse

The sun shone through Micheal’s bedroom window as he groaned and rolled over to look at his bedroom clock. 7:15. He had to be to work at 8. Why did the universe hate him so much? Why couldn’t he just have one lazy day in bed with the love of his life?

He sighed and rolled over so he could see the beauty he called his girlfriend. He’d meet Stella Blue at a coffee shop just after he’d gotten a job at the police station downtown. Her hazel eyes and reddish-brown hair had attracted his instant attention and he got her number five minutes later. It took them only eight months to become official, and within a year, she’d moved in.

Now, two years removed from that one cold winter day, Micheal had a secret ring sitting in the back of his closet. He wanted more than anything to propose to Stella, but he still hadn’t found the right time or place to do that.

“Stella,” he whispered, gently using a large hair to push the hair out of her eyes.

Stella grumbled a complaint and opened one groggy eye to stare at Micheal.

“You work today, don’t you?”

Her scratchy voice when she first woke up always made Micheal’s heart melt, and today was no different. The corners of his mouth twitched as he leaned down to kiss her chapped lips.

“Yes, petal, I do. How about we go out to dinner when I get off? I’ll be off at 7.”

Stella pushed herself up onto her elbow and tucked her hand into Micheal’s blonde hair, humming at its softness and melting at the look in his wide eyes.

“That sounds great, sweetheart. We haven’t had a dinner date in quite a while.”

Micheal nuzzled his nose against her and tucked strong arms under hers so he could lift her up into a hug.

“Gladly. How about you pick the place tonight?”

Stella giggled and kissed his bearded cheek.

“Excellent. I know exactly where we can go.”

Twenty minutes later, the couple kissed at the front door of their house, saying their goodbyes.

Micheal waved to Stella and clumsily blew her a kiss, which Stella returned with much passion.

An ordinary summer day. Stella had plans to finish up some laundry and tend to her garden. Weeds were growing up every which way and she couldn’t stand it anymore.

Stella closed the door and locked it before skipping into the kitchen for breakfast.

She couldn’t wait for dinner that night.

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Micheal greeted Officer Calum Hood, an officer who’d been on the force for six years, with a cheery grin as he made his way through the front doors of the station.

“G’morning, Officer. What do we have on the table for today?”

Officer Calum cracked a smile at Micheal’s enthusiastic voice and stood up from his table to stretch. 

“Probably will be nothing more than a few traffic stops today, Clifford. You know not a lot happens in this little town.”

Micheal took a cup off the counter nearby and poured himself a coffee.

“True that, sir, but you never know. We’ve been trained in just about anything. Never know what kinds of things we’re gonna hear.”

Officer Calum clapped Micheal on the shoulder and gave him a nod.

“Even if you’ve been trained in everything, some things can still surprise you, Officer. Things might catch you off guard. Always be on the lookout.”

Micheal nodded in agreement and followed Officer Calum to a larger room to hear what things had happened during the night.

Another day at work and, at 7, he’d be out to take Stella to dinner.

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Stella opened the drawer that Micheal kept his underwear in and placed the last of the laundry inside. She was quite surprised to see the number of clothes that hadn’t been washed: she was so sure she’d been caught up.

As she walked by the bathroom door, she suddenly reminded herself that they had to get the doorknob fixed. It’d been coming apart a lot lately. She made a mental note to tell Micheal when he came home.

She trotted down the hallway to the guest bedroom to see if there was any clothes she could put in the laundry basket. Micheal sometimes slept in here if he came home super late at night. He might have forgotten to take some of his clothes to the laundry room.

She flipped on the light and, finding no clothes in her sight at first, she walked around to the side of the bed. Micheal might have dropped something in the corner.

Finding none, Stella sighed and walked over to the dresser to reposition some photos they kept of various dates they’d taken over the years.

There was the photo of her and Micheal on a beach in California. That had been taken last summer when they’d taken a three week trip out there. They’d driven over the Golden Gate bridge and watched many sunsets from restaurants near the beach they’d been staying at.

A sudden noise made her jump and she placed a hand on her chest. She swore she’d heard a step creak. Was someone in the house with her?

She held her breath and focused really had on hearing any other noises. When a few minutes went by and no other noise was heard, she let out a breath and shook herself. What she’d heard was nothing more than a creak from an ancient house. No one was in here with her, that was silly. Micheal would have called if he was coming home early.

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“You’re letting Stella pick out a place tonight? Bold move, Clifford.”

Micheal laughed at his partner, three year veteran Luke Hemmings, and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Well, yea. I mean, she doesn’t usually pick out any restaurants that I don’t eat at.”

Officer Hemmings shrugged his shoulders and looked out the window of the patrol car he shared with Micheal. They’d been assigned to be on the look out for a suspect in a drug case.

“C’mon, Clifford. Every woman knows her boyfriend’s weak spot restaurants.”

Micheal wrinkled his nose and shook his head.

“You’ve been hanging out with Ashton too much, my friend. That’s some shit he’d say.”

Officer Hemmings shrugged again and reached down to start the car again. He swore he saw movement in a field nearby.

“Ashton does say some weird shit, Clifford, I agree. It does have some truth in it, though.”

Micheal didn’t answer him right away. A strange sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach and his thoughts turned to Stella. Why did he get the feeling something happened to her?

He looked at his partner, who was busy paying attention to the field nearby, and wondered if he should say something. Should he tell Officer Hemmings what was going through his mind?

Then, he shook his head, telling himself that Stella was fine, and that he was just overprotective of her because of the things he saw on TV.

Still, he couldn’t get rid of the feeling in his stomach. He needed to tell someone: something was wrong.

****************************************************************************************************

Stella picked herself up on the driveway and wiped some sweat off her forehead. She’d been working on her garden most of the afternoon, and she’d be stupid enough not to bring a water outside with her.

Her house was obviously right there, but still, why hadn’t she grabbed on before she went outside?

Stella shook her head at herself and placed the shovel she’d been using her to the garage wall. She needed to shower soon: she had a date with Micheal tonight after all.

As she stepped inside the garage, a strange feeling overcame her. Her bones turned to ice and her heart nearly stopped beating. All of the sudden, fight or fright mode kicked on in her brain, but she didn’t know who or what was near her. What was going on today? This wasn’t normal. She didn’t normally react like this.

She made move for the door when a arm, nearly as strong as Micheal’s wrapped around her middle and dragged her backwards.

She let out a earth-quaking scream and clawed at the arm, her feet frantically trying to reach the ground.

“LET ME GO!”

The person who’s arm had her simply breathed into her neck and reached another hand up to her mouth. They clamped it hard and kept it there for several seconds.

A horrible smell rose up from the cloth in their hand and Stella scratched even harder at their arm. She was desperate but quickly losing her vision. She didn’t want to go under but the fight was slipping from her hold.

Then, everything went black, and Stella collapsed into the stranger’s arms.

[ashtons-lemon-tree]

Imagine fetus 5sos

Luke; *asking what would happen if he got caught lying about his age on an investment website*

Ash; yea, go for it. the most that’ll happen is a slap on the wrist

Calum; *somehow gets the topic onto pissing in a cop car*

Mikey; catch me committing a crime on a full bladder

This was a convo I just had w/ my lil bro who is 17. The website he was asking about had an age requirement of 18. Luke being his bit and the rest of the boi’s being my bits.

[flannelpunkcalum]

The Devil Wears Kevlar - Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

ok technically it’s thursday my dudes but I had to flesh the chapter out a little at the last minute bc I decided you guys deserved another 300 words on this beautiful May night. and yes I KNOW calum’s head is cut off in the photo it’s VAGUELY SYMBOLIC and I didn’t feel like finding another picture also content warning for violence (again) like and subscribe!

“Aspen.” Liam says. His fingers tighten a little in her hair, trying to direct her gaze. “Aspen.”

But there’s nothing he can do. Aspen looks loosely over his shoulder, sees it on the concrete floor in front of her, laid out like a crime show murder board. The killer’s not someone in spandex with a bad temper. He’s a businessman with a drive for power and people like Liam who will make it happen for him.

Liam. How did he become this… this chimera of corporate and old fashioned violence? She meets his brown eyes. She had thought they were warm, once.

He’s still kneeling by her side, making her neck ache with the force of his grip. “Hey.” He says. He doesn’t know what to do, either. “Just - just talk to me. Who’s it gonna hurt? What time does he get to work? Hey, McMichael. It’s gonna be alright. Just -” He sighs. “I don’t want to hit you again.”

“So don’t.” Aspen surprises herself. She doesn’t know where that came from, she had been meaning to bite her tongue until they ripped it out. But when Liam met her eyes, let go and stood up, he was fucked up. She could see it. And she grabbed on to that shred of weakness. “Let’s go. Hood likes me, and if you - if you get me out of here I can get him to help you too -”

“Shut up.”

“- and we can just go, get out of Gotham and -” This time, Aspen saw Liam wind up to hit her and she squeezed her eyes shut before his open hand made contact. It was worse, knowing it was coming - even as her head snapped to the side again the image of Liam standing over her like that burned on the inside of her eyelids. “Fuck.” She groaned lowly, turning her head and rubbing her aching cheek on her shoulder.

“I’m done playing.” Liam says, pacing in front of her. Maybe he’ll get so worked up he’ll just walk out one of the open windows and fall to his death. He doesn’t, though. He grabs the back of her chair and starts dragging her backwards towards one of the gaping spaces in the walls, and then Aspen panics. She flings her weight around, grunting, trying to knock the chair out of his grip, but he just grabs on with his second hand and keeps dragging her at a forty-five across the floor. Fuck. Fuck. The sound of the metal of the chair against the concrete floor is like horror movie foley, it feels so loud. Aspen gasps for breath as Liam stops, pushing the chair so it jolts back to upright. The wind is stronger here. She can feel the ledge like the edge of a knife behind her.

Liam’s not going to kill her. Falcone knows she’s here, if she dies he’ll be mad at Liam and he’ll be in even more trouble. He’s not going to kill her. He’s not.

Liam spins her chair around easily, to make her look at him. His back is to the window, and she thinks if her ankles weren’t chained she could have kicked him just right. He could have fallen out to his death like a Disney villain. “Tell me now.” He says, clapping on his hand on her face, on the cheek still hot with pain. “Tell me everything you fucking know about Hood or I’ll drop you.”

Fear makes Aspen stupid. “You won’t.”

Liam doesn’t smile. It looks like a smile, but it’s like the blade of a scythe on his face. “No?”

He’s a big guy, but Liam moves fast when he wants to. And he wants to. He gets behind her, even while she’s thrashing against the chains, and grabs the back. She can feel the shapes of his knuckles behind her as he moves her the two feet, towards the edge - he’s not gonna kill her, he’s not he’s not he’s not - and he pushes.

Aspen screams. She can feel her body drop for an inch or two until the chains catch it - but Liam doesn’t kill her. He’s just tilted the chair so she’s dangling out the window. But there’s wind on her face, and she can see headlights tracing themselves below her on the city streets. For one terrible moment, she can see herself falling, ragdoll-like, dropping on top of one of those cars. A dent like a crater in some BMW’s roof. Liam’s talking, she realizes. He’s yelling. “Start fucking talking!”

“I don’t know!” Aspen yells, just on instinct. “I - you know when Calum gets in to work. It’s eight thirty. Liam, stop this!”

“Finally have something to say, huh?” The chair tips forwards even more. The ends of the legs slip a fraction of an inch. Aspen screams again, a strangled little whimper. She tried to remember how she was tied to the chair. How likely it was that she’d slip. “What else?”

“I don’t know!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, I know you write it down!”

Aspen can barely hear him over the wind and blood rushing through her ears. “I can’t - just stop and I’ll tell you!”

The chair doesn’t pull back. She’s still dangling, her eyes still fixed on the headlights below. “Tell me what his lunch plans are.” Liam growls, and she swears she feels the legs of the chair slip a millimeter closer to the edge. 

Bar Mercutio with the head of Hood Auto. The answer is right on her tongue. She opens her mouth -

“Liam.”

Aspen gets yanked back inside so fast it almost makes her dizzy. Her back slams against the chair but she’s thankful for the sting. She’s alive and upright and sweat is coating her like a second skin and she’s alive.

“Liam, that’s no way to treat a guest.”

Wait. She knows that voice.

She’s still catching her breath, but she hears Liam behind her, stepping away from her chair. “She’s not cooperating, Don Falcone.”

“She wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place.” Aspen doesn’t dare look over her shoulder. She hears some meaty thud, knuckles on some soft body part, and she hears Liam try to swallow a groan.

If that’s how Falcone treats his fucking employees, what’s he gonna do to her?

She hears “Angelo, bring her over,” and she hates that all she can do is sit there and listen to heavy footsteps on the concrete floor before she feels knuckles on the back of the chair and she’s being dragged again. This time, she doesn’t bother to thrash and struggle. She couldn’t if she wanted to. Her body is heavy with fear. 

The chair gets swung around and rattles to stillness in front of Falcone, who looks almost exactly as polished as he did in Calum’s office that morning all those weeks ago. At least he’s giving her a little respect before she dies.

Because that’s what happens next. Of course it is. She knows Liam’s working for him, knows Falcone is behind all the CEO killings - she doesn’t know why, to fill the power vacuum or something, but it doesn’t matter. Calum’s next and she knows when he’s going to be alone, or in transit, or whenever you kidnap someone, and they’re gonna hurt her until she tells them and then they’re gonna kill her.

No one even knows she’s missing, for chrissake.

“Hello again, little girl.”

Aspen bites down on the inside of her lower lip to keep herself from crying. “Don Falcone.” She says, after a long moment.

“I hear you’ve been uncooperative tonight.”

She knows it’s stupid, but in her terror she tries lying again. “I don’t know his schedule off by heart, I’m sorry.” Her voice is slick with fear, she can hear it.

Don Falcone doesn’t even raise his eyebrows. “Not very good at your job, then, are you, my dear?”

“I-I guess not.”

“Hmm.” He says, pulling a white piece of paper from his pocket. Aspen’s heart sinks as she recognizes it. It’s the schedule he stole all those weeks ago from Calum’s office, dog-eared and battered by now. He wants her to know he knows she’s lying, she can tell from the little look he gives her over the top of the page. Her chest heaves. Fuck. “You should have talked to Liam,” He says, folding the paper and putting it back into his pocket. “I might have let him keep you. Oh, we could have gone far together, Ms. McMichael.”

Aspen doesn’t say anything. She becomes aware of Liam lurking in a dimly lit patch of the room, but she can’t take her eyes of Falcone. Keep him talking, a little voice whispers. Evil monologue. If he’s talking, he can’t hurt you. “What would you want with me?” She says, and she doesn’t have to try to make her voice shake.

“A woman of your talents? All manner of things,” He says. “I’m a businessman, same as Mr. Hood. I always need people like you, loyal people. Look at Liam. I need him same as I need men like Angelo here. It’s not like the old days, little girl.” He checks his watch, like this is a meeting running a hair too long. “I don’t have to bribe the police anymore. I am the police.”

“What I don’t understand -” And Aspen knows this is risky, showing her hand, but Falcone obviously intends to kill her and she’ll take every second she has left - “what I don’t understand is why. Sionis and Trident and- and Mr. Hood, what did they have that you needed? You rule Gotham -”

“I don’t rule Gotham. Yet. But I will. Fear is a powerful tool. You’ll see.” Falcone jerks his chin at the man standing behind her, the one who dragged her in here again, and he squats to the floor. Aspen looks to see him rolling out a leather knife roll, like chefs carry, but the metal that catches her eye is glinting off pliers, and then a hammer, and next to that is a scalpel, and she can’t look anymore. With a small sound she turns her eyes back to Falcone, who watches her like a hawk as she licks her lips. “Once the Gotham elite are pissing their designer suits, they’ll be desperate for any solution. And I’ve built myself a reputation for running a tight operation. It’s one thing to take control, but it’s much more delicious to have it handed to you.” 

“So why Calum?” 

“Calum?” Fuck. Falcone leans down until his eyes are level with hers, putting his hands on his knees for support. Aspen tries very hard not to squirm. “Is that why you’re holding your tongue?” He reached out and cupped her face with one hand, soft and moist like a toad’s belly. At this point, she didn’t have the control to try and hide her revulsion. His thumb rests on her cheekbone, dangerously close to the whiteness of her eye. “So sweet, thinking of him in your last moments. I promise you, he won’t return the gesture.” 

Aspen felt the remnants of champagne toss in her belly. That was what she was doing, wasn’t it? Pathetic. 

“Look at you. Loyal as a dog.” He said, patting her cheek twice - well, it was closer to a slap - before he let her go and straightened up. “What did he do to deserve you, hm? All he had to do was reach up your skirt, and -” 

“It’s not like that. You’re wrong.” Aspen said, curling her hands into useless fists. 

“Am I?” Falcone smiled. It was worse than his disdain. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you see him one more time before I have you killed. You’d make such a pretty picture, you two lovers, yes? The intrepid little secretary, gutted like a fish. Like a sweet promise on the other side.”

Aspen swallowed hard. She wished she had a watch. Play for time, play for time. It was just - this was impossible to ignore. “You’re a poet.” She managed around the bad taste in her mouth. 

“Of course. I don’t enjoy this.” Oh, he did, he clearly did, looking down at her, watching her test her chains like a moth jerking on a pin. “I’m not a violent man, sweetheart. I have Angelo for that.” 

She really was going to throw up. This abject fucking man. “So why Calum, then? I’m sure having his net worth parceled off into a trust for the kid isn’t in your best interest.”

Don Falcone eyed her for a second, and for a moment fear tightened like a fist around her lungs. He knew she was trying to waste his time. But after a moment, he let himself answer. After all, she was going to be dead within the hour. “Oh, I don’t need his money now. After his gala? After everything he’s done for the city? His death will be the tipping point. No, no. He could never be the first, either. You see that.” 

“Of course.” She did understand. Calum’s d- fuck, she couldn’t even think the word, but it had to be the climax, not the overture. 

He glances at his watch again, then back at her wan little face. Aspen knows with cold certainty that this is it. “I’ve done enough talking. It’s your turn, my dear.”

Is she really gonna let herself go through this? Keep playing dumb? Her mom is gonna be so sad, she realized, when they can’t have an open casket, and she has to gasp for air for a second. “No, wait, please, I - I can’t tell you anything, I’m so sorry. I don’t know anything!” she hears herself babbling, some small part of her making the choice for her. These minutes of life are precious, even if they’re going to hurt.

Falcone’s not even listening, she realizes, as he talks over her. He’s still so fucking cool, even while he’s figuring out where to dump her body. “Angelo, the ear, I think.” He says, and Aspen breaks as he grabs a handful of her hair and hauls it out off the right side of her face. She’s gone weak - she thinks she’s saying wait, wait, no, please - but he’s not listening. He’s not listening. “Maybe you’ll behave better once you know I’m serious. Don’t bite your tongue, please, or you’ll be no more use to me.” Aspen’s crying again now, she can’t help it, her heart is pounding in her ears - fuck - and the grip in her hair gets tighter until she thinks if she moves he’ll rip it out. Her head is locked in his grip and braced against his body, he smells like leather and something mechanical, she can’t escape it this close. Out of the corner of her eye she sees something silver glint at her like teeth. No. No. No.

That thing about knives being too sharp to hurt? That’s bullshit.

She feels it slip through the first layers of skin, body jolting despite the hold he has on her. And then it starts to /hurt/ and then he meets the cartilage and he has to saw for every millimeter and she can feel the movement go through her body. There’s blood trickling down the side of her face now. Through her blurry vision, she sees Falcone in front of her, and she doesn’t need to see his face to know he is unmoved.

And then she sees something else.

It happens like this - all at once. Cause and effect jumbled.

Someone all in black comes through the window she was dangled out of.

The grip on her hair eases.

Something flies through the air with a shriek.

Something clicks with electricity. It smells like ozone.

Aspen turns to look.

And the knife slips.

[thoughtswhilebeinghigh]

k so i love my babe calum but did luke have to go off like that???

https://youtu.be/UFtL-895PFM

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Masterlist

5SOS

Calum Hood:

Küss Mich, Eichhörnchen | Foreigner!Reader Series 

A Kiss From Oma Toert | Foreigner!Reader Series

Illuminateurs et Bagues | Foreigner!Reader Series

The Don’t-Take-Dates-Home-After-The-First-Date-Policy | Foreigner!Reader

Esas Son Mamadas | Foreigner!Reader Series

What Does Chikna Mean? | Foreigner!Reader Series

I Hope You Mean The Ocean | Foreigner!Reader Series

Harikasın | Foreigner!Reader Series

Don’t Take It Personal

Don’t Take It Personal Pt.2

You’re My Nicotine

What Are You Doing, Baby?

Burnt too bright

Show Me Going | Cop Series

Roger That | Cop Series

One-way Ticket To Jail | Cop Series

Were You Scared? | Cop Series

I’m Always Gonna Want You Back 

I’m Always Gonna Want You Back Pt 2

Valentine - Stoner!Calum

There’s a Jack Barakat On Your Couch 

Damn, You Really Are Hot 

Luke Hemmings:

Exhilirating Love | Hogwarts!au

Not You, Piggy

My Little Croissant | Foreigner!Reader

Ashton Irwin:

¡Gilipollas! | Foreigner!Reader  

Ti Amo, Polpetta | Foreigner! Reader

Voulez-vous Couchez Avec Moi, Ce Soir?|Foreigner!Reader Series

Michael Clifford:

Fryst Yoghurt | Foreigner!Reader Series

The Tea Is Wet | Foreigner!Reader Series

5SOS Text Au: NOT ME??? | Calum Hood

NOT AFTER YOU BETRAYED ME LIKE THAT | Calum Hood

[fakeimagination]

Who I write/make for:

•5SOS

•Celebrities

•Law and Order: SVU

•Blue Bloods

•Basically any cop show

•Marvel

•Bands

Off the top of my head this is all I can think of but feel free to ask!

I do:

Fake social media’s

Fake text messages

Blurbs

[cottlestonpie77]

Calum smugly walks around the apartment with his UNBURNED toaster pastries, rubbing it in Abner's face.

Abner: Eh, I don't think you really need to go to college, son. The only thing kids do at college these days is party.

Pretty sure Abner is just more worried about the cost.

OH HELL NO, BRANDI. These kids are like two days from being out of the house.

FUCK. That is all I have to say about that. These guys are elders in just a few days!

Calum's Ex: Oh, shit, there's Calum's dad. Do you think he saw me? Maybe he didn't see me.

Narrator: Abner did in fact see her.

Brandi: So please tell me we have the kids' old toys stored in a box somewhere so we don't have to rebuy everything, okay?

Narrator: They did not have any toddler things stored in a box somewhere

Calum: So yeah, not quite sure what to do about my psycho ex. She comes over every day and kicks the trash can over!

Dylan: Well, never stick your dick in crazy, Calum. That's my motto!

Calum: ...I'm still a virgin, Dylan.

Abner: So as I was saying, Dylan, college is useless and you really shouldn't attend.

Dylan: Dad, I'm a fortune Sim. I HAVE to go to college. I have a couple of scholarships, it'll be FINE.

Well, here we go again.

And this is how little Edward? I think? Was brought into the world, amidst the stench of his father's poop.

Sorry for the crappy screenshot and cropping lol

Calum sits and contemplates why he thought it would be a good idea to have sex with his wife with no birth control.

Dylan wonders why he has to spend his final days at home sharing them with an infant.

But he's an adorable big brother.

Brandi, wondering how this happened so late in life. I'll tell you, Brandi! ALL THE WOOHOO.

Fitness is Dylan's chosen hobby so he jump ropes a lot. Remind me to get a default workout outfit for teens, please.

She's your mom's friend, Dyla! Stop it.

Calum: Dammit (ex-girlfriend who's name I can't remember), quit coming over here and kicking over our trash can! I don't want to call the cops but I will if I have to!

Dylan: We broke up because you were crazy mean to me and made me cry at the birthday party! Now MOVE ON, please!

Ex-girlfriend does not understand why Calum should be so angry and this is because ex-girlfriend is an idiot crazy lady.

Calum ages up to adult while Brandi burns hamburgers.

Abner tries not to choke on the blackened burgers...

...while Calum has a nervous breakdown in the bathroom about his crazy-exgirlfriend.

And also the fact that he didn't go to college.

Bye, Calum! Enjoy your new townie life!

[royalcalum]

royalcalum masterlist

this is just a link update for my url change -- I’ll be posting a better masterlist with rewritten content in the next few months so keep an eye out for updated content

Please note: stories containing an asterisk* contain explicit content and aren’t suitable for those under 18. Don’t read them if you shouldn’t or I’ll tell your mom.

Author’s Note: if you like my content, buy me a coffee!

I’ve written well over 500 and some were stupid or just downright awful so these are not only cherry-picked, but (most) will be rewritten in my current style and based on my interpretation of the boys’ current personalities. I honestly didn’t even want to include most of these because they’re so old but I figured y’all might still like them.

Band (4/4)

getting high with the band

having a panic attack

you think you’re too thin

you think you’re too big

when they like someone

personalities they like

dark paradise by lana del rey

finding out they like you

catching you watching porn*

punishing you*

teasing you about hickeys*

music you make out to

overstimulation*

hooking up with the lights on*

joining the mile high club*

getting jealous of your best guy friend

offering to take your virginity*

moaning your name in their sleep* (michael and luke) (ashton and calum)

teasing you for being innocent

grinding

eating you out for the first time*

becoming friends with benefits*

helping him go down on you*

their kinks*

giving him head when he’s on the phone with the guys*

nasty naughty boy by christina aguilera*

catching him moaning your name*

spanking*

tying you up*

skin by rihanna*

catching you watching lesbian porn*

ASHTON

Savages*** (gang!ash) - REMOVED due to problematic content

asking him out

nicotine by panic! at the disco

the morning after

sleepy morning sex*

submissive!ash*

waking up next to him

tonight, you’re mine*

getting high and hooking up*

losing it to your best friend* (part one)

cute, giggly ash*

hating each other but hooking up*

riding him when he’s on the phone*

riding his thigh*

blindfolds, handcuffs, baby girl, and kitten*

eating you out in front of the guys*

michael + ashton threesome*

luke + ashton threesome*

kissing luke*

they watch him go down on you*

FaceTiming him*

CALUM

The Animal Inside*** (werewolf!calum) - part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight // part nine // part ten // part eleven // part twelve // part thirteen // original ending // cheesy ending

Alpha Sigma Phi*** (frat!cal) - part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight // part nine // part ten // part eleven // part twelve // part thirteen // part fourteen // part fifteen // part sixteen

meeting up

apologizing when you’re mad at him

seeing each other after you breakup

accidentally admitting he likes you

giving him a lap dance*

walking in on him*

finding out you’re flexible

hiring a stripper*

getting caught by paparazzi*

teasing him*

post workout session*

getting revenge*

losing it to your best friend* (part one)

hating each other but hooking up*

waking him up*

heading home early*

jersey girl*

getting caught by your mom*

throat fucking*

lazy saturday

LUKE

Yes, Sir*** (ceo!luke) - part one // part two // part three

Highway to Hell*** (demon!luke) - part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight // part nine // part ten // part eleven // part twelve // part thirteen // part fourteen // part fifteen // part sixteen // part seventeen

Reject*** (punk!luke) - REMOVED due to problematic content

neck kisses

cuddling

announcing your relationship

getting caught keeping your relationship a secret

when you’re both famous

late night driving

the morning after*

ringing the ‘sex’ bell*

brother!ash finds out about boyfriend!luke*

they’re wrong*

losing it to your best friend* (part one)

hating each other but hooking up*

the night before he leaves for tour*

getting high and hooking up*

luke + ashton threesome*

calling him vanilla*

getting caught by your dad*

hittin’ it from the back*

MICHAEL

Screw the Police*** (cop!michael) - 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

asking him out

liking you as best friends

liking ashton’s (fictional) sister

nicotine by panic! at the disco

handcuffing you*

losing it to your best friend* (part one)

post show session*

hating each other but hooking up*

playing video games and getting bored*

michael + ashton threesome*

beating him in call of duty*

getting caught by your dad*

damn good night*