#drud dealer calum

[outerspaceisbetterthannothing]

Hey! Congratulations, babe! You're hitting such a big milestone and I hope we can become friends!

Hey, Ash! Thank you so much and yes, of course, lets be friends! I love having friends and talking to them! My ask box and dms are always open, come talk about any stuff in the world! Sorry your ask took me so long, but it was a long ask also so lmao hope it’s okay!

🎸 - a playlist of songs which I associate with you [I went through your blog and that’s kinda mood i got, hope you like, these are some of my favorite songs]

Arctic Monkeys - Why’d You Only Call Me When You High?

Lana Del Rey - Off To The Races

The Kooks - Naive

Catfish And The Bottlemen - Pacifier

The 1975 - Sex

The Last Shadow Puppies - She Does The Woods

🌈 - a fic rec

cigarette by @cal-puddies [it is what it is i mean the hottest cal smut ever but it’s also the first part of a series so if you like this one, check out the next parts, they are pure gold and also the most delicious filth]

and a playlist to it

Lana Del Rey - When The World Was At War We Kept Dancing

Tom Grennan - Found What I’ve Been Looking For

Catfish and the Bottlemen - Outside

The Killers - Bones

The 1975 - Love It If We Made It

Florence + The Machine - What Kind Of Man

👑 - a personal 5sos photo/gif thread

i’m gonna make it a separate post and tag you in it not to make this one too big

✨ - a 5sos!au ship with a blurb of how you two met

Okay, so as i said i went through your blog and i’d say i def ship you with bad boy Cal. Bitch resting face, black clothes, cigarettes and strong liquor, the smell of danger around him. The type of guy to make all the girls’ panties wet.

How the two of you met:

Let’s say you’re in an underground bar/club. You’re here with some friends who begged you to go even though it’s not really your type, but some cool band was gonna play, so you agreed.

The place is sick, though a little frightening. You even heard some illegal fights are happening here on some nights, and some of the men inside look too dangerous for your liking. Especially the tall one at the bar. You spot him the minute you get inside. He’s easily towering over most of the people, dark leather jacket deliciously tight on his biceps, slight irritation on his face. He leans on the bar counter, nursing whiskey glass and talking to the bartender every so often. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk to anyone else or pick up a girl, just observes the crowd. You have to admit he’s ridiculously hot and, sadly, hasn’t looked at you even once.

You’re listening to the band with your friends and they’re surprisingly really good, so you mostly enjoy your evening. It’s getting really hot by the end of the set and you go up to the bar counter to get some water. The dude comes out of nowhere. One moment you’re asking for your water, next he’s already leaning over you, the smell of alcohol and sweat making you sick.

“A girl like you can do much better than just water,” he assures you. “Let me buy you a drink, sweetheart.”

You move a little from him, shivers run up your arms. “Thank you, but I’m fine with my water,” you answer, glancing at him and trying to sound as polite as possible in this situation. You know these types of guys, know you had to do anything not to piss him off. The only thing you don’t take in consideration was that your mere rejection is enough to piss him off.

“No need to be a bitch, I’m just buying you a drink,” he says turning to the bartender, “Hey, Mike, get that girl some gin.”

You try to say no to Mike, but the guy grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to him. “I said stop being a little bitch.”

You don’t have time even to start panicking, when a man’s hand lays on the dude’s shoulder. You hear his low, raspy voice before you see his frame behind that creep’s back.

“The girl said no, man. Have balls to accept it and back off.”

The creep lets go of your hand and slowly turns to the tall guy. Thankfully, bartender picks up a bat from under the counter, and that finally makes the dude leave without making it nasty. The tall guy looks at you, holding your water bottle and looking a little shaken and smirks.

“You shouldn’t be here alone, you know. Too pretty for this place,” he says but doesn’t try to come closer. His voice is everything you wanna hear for the rest of your life, low and confident and somehow soft, enveloping you.

You can feel your cheeks burning bright red. “Well, thank you…” you hesitate, but he comes to the rescue, again. “It’s Calum.”

“Thank you, Calum,” you say, “for saving me and the compliment.” He bows a little in a joking manner, you can see devils dancing in his dark eyes. “But I’m not alone, I’m with friends here.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen them,” he notes and looks exactly in your friend group direction. You blush even more. Was he actually watching you?

And at that moment you feel it with your whole body, the danger radiating from him.

“I guess, I should go back to them,” you mumble. “But thank you one more time.”

You basically run from him, feeling his look on your back and asking yourself if you’ve just done the biggest mistake in your life. Because no matter how dangerous he is, he’s also the hottest man you’ve seen in your entire life.

📜 - a 5sos blurb

As you haven’t specified it, let’s pick up the same bad boy Calum line, shall we?

So several days has passed, but you still can’t shake that Calum guy from your mind. You literally think about him any given moment and after you see him in a dream one night, you realise you have to see him again.

So after debating with a logical part of you, you set on going to that bar again. There’s no guarantee he’ll be there, of course. But you remember he was talking to the bartender all evening and think it might mean he’s not a rare guest at this place. And anyway, that’s the only idea of how to find him you’ve got, so… You even manage to persuade couple of your friends to go with you, so it’s not so scary and you won’t look pathetic sitting there alone. But as the evening comes your friends start to bail on you, making excuses at not feeling like going out or having some family stuff to take care of. You’re disappointed not to say more, but not ready to go alone, so, you guess, it’s just not meant to be. And you accept it, truly. At least you think so. Right until you find yourself entering that bar in your sexiest top and skinny jeans. You know you’re probably acting reckless, but you can’t help it.

You decide to stick to the bar counter this time, thinking that even if you don’t see Calum again, the bartender (the same you saw last time you’ve been here) won’t let anything bad happen to you.

You order a cocktail, not very strong, you’re here not to get wasted. And share a little chat with bartender Mike, who obviously remembers you and even jokes about how you’re his danger girl now, as you came again again after what happened before. You smile, he’s nice and you like his jokes. You start feeling more confident, even with feeling men around looking at you hungrily every now and then. You spend there around an hour, when decide to call it quits. You’re highly disappointed not to see Calum again, but maybe it’s for the best. Maybe the Universe just trying to tell you he’s not the guy for you.

You think about getting an uber, when the same low voice envelopes you.

“I thought i said you shouldn’t be alone here.”

You can hear his irritation, as he leans on the counter next to you, but at the same time you can see amusement in his eyes.

“Especially looking like this,” he says, giving your look a thorough checking.

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” you answer finishing your drink.

“Oh, please, do,” he chuckles as Mike puts his whiskey in front of him.

You turn to Calum, he’s in the same black leather jacket, his dark hair unrulier than before.

“So what are you doing here today?” he asks with a smirk playing on his plump lips.

You shrug, alcohol making you bold. “Maybe, i was looking for you,” you answer.

“Well, you’ve found me,” he muses, moving closer to you, “what are you gonna do now?”

You can’t take your eyes off his lips, they are so deliciously wet and inviting. You feel your heart beating so fast, hear the rush of blood in your ears. You know you’re moving way too fast, but fuck it if you care right now.

“Whatever you want me to,” you whisper before attaching your lips to him.

Thank you one more time for following! I hope you liked your blurb and ship and everything! Come talk any time! 🖤

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