#gang!calum hood

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📸: Andy Deluca

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Bloodhound is the sexiest song on 5sos5 but some of you aren’t ready for that conversation

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Vigilante ∆ Luke Hemmings A.U.

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KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 7

a calum hood songfic

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two years ago

Michael and Crystal’s wedding is the unofficial debut of Tillie and Calum’s situationship. Tillie is a grooms-woman, Calum the best man, and they’re surprising the happy couple with a performance of “Lover” by Taylor Swift during the reception.

Tillie is already tipsy by the time they get to the “groom’s room” for the morning. Calum was tasked with getting bagels for all the guys, meanwhile Tillie was making all the guys Irish coffees and trying to get everyone else hyped up. He walks in with his giant bag of bagels and finds his girl chanting ‘chug’ at Luke. He’s just drinking a bottle of water. 

“Tillie, you gotta take it down a notch,” Ashton says, giggling over his mug of spiked coffee. 

She whips her head around, grinning evilly. “You wanna be next, Irwin?”

Calum laughs, plopping the bagels onto the table and cracking open the bottle of orange juice he’d bought at the bagel shop. 

“Honestly, maybe you should make all of us chug a bottle of water. Gotta be hydrated for the big day,” Cal says and takes a sip of his juice. 

“Water is for losers, Cal,” Tillie teases. 

“Tills, I’d actually like to remember the best day of my life. I will be drinking water until the reception,” the groom comments. He rips into the bag of bagels, grabbing an everything for himself. “Thanks for getting the bagels, Cal.” 

Tillie pouts, running up to Michael and jumping onto him like a koala, making him nearly lose his balance. “You at least have to take a shot!”

Michael groans, just continuing what he was doing. He spreads cream cheese on his bagel while Tillie clings to him. She’s not heavy, and she’s supporting herself. It’s just a nuisance to have a human stuck to you while you try to make a bagel. “Let me guess, you’re not letting go until I agree to take a shot.”

She grins. “You know me so well.” 

“I’ll drink an Irish coffee, but that’s it,” he offers as hopefully an acceptable compromise.

At that, Tillie lets go of Michael, dropping to her feet again. She heads to the bar in the back corner where she’s made a few other Irish coffees already this morning, quickly mixing one up for the groom.

“Tommy, want one?” She calls.

“I’m good, T. But thank you.”

“Knock knock!” A familiar voice calls from the doorway, not bothering to wait for an ‘okay’ before he walks in. Ryan and Andy, the boys’ tour photographers, walk in, cameras around their necks and coffees in their hands.

The group of guys, and Tillie, cheer as they enter. They all exchange hugs and greetings, and the photographers stop at the table to get bagels for themselves, too. Crystal hired a more traditional wedding photographer for the bridal party and the rest of the day, but for the groomsmen, Mike just said he’d have Ryan and Andy get photos of them getting ready, since they’d be attending the wedding anyway. 

While the whole gang eats bagels and Tillie forces Irish coffees into everyone’s hands, the photographers grab candid shots of the groomsmen in their matching black sweatsuits. Tillie’s is massive on her, since they ordered unisex sweats. The men’s size small is roughly a women’s medium, and Tillie is and extra small across the board. 

Michael’s says “groom” in black embroidery on the chest, with the date embroidered in white on the cuff. The guys’ and Tillie’s say “groomsman” and Calum’s says “best man.” They all thought they were goofy, but Crystal insisted they do something. They settled on these, hoping the subtle embroidery comes off as a little less cheesy. 

Unlike Crystal and the bridesmaids, this group doesn’t really have much to do to get ready for the wedding, so their day is mostly spent goofing off. While Tillie does her hair and makeup, the boys play beer pong and do makeshift karaoke using Youtube and a whiskey bottle as a microphone. Once Tillie is ready to go, she helps Michael do his hair. 

Michael has done his hair to go on stage countless times, so he could easily do it himself, but Tillie said that this is the one day in his life that he shouldn’t have to do his own hair. Calum thought it was sweet that Tillie was being such a good friend and whispered to Ryan to make sure he got pictures of the interaction. 

When Michael disappears to go do his first look, Calum takes a seat next to Tillie on a leather couch, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. She relaxes into his side quickly, leaning her head on his chest.

“Are you excited?” He asks. 

“Of course!”

Calum smiles. “Me too. Are you gonna cry?”

Tillie cackles. She’s not entirely emotionless, but crying at weddings is definitely not something she has on her resume.  “Who do you think I am? Hell no. Are you?”

His cheeks tinge pink and he hangs his head. “Probably.”

She looks up at him with a pouted lip and grabs his cheek between her fingers and thumb, pinching him. “Aw, aren’t you just the cutest!” She coos exaggeratedly. 

He rolls his eyes and pulls her tighter against himself. “I’ve known Michael since we were so young. It’s a big day. I love them.”

She smiles, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “It’s sweet, Thomas. It’s a nice feeling to have people you care about that much.”

“Woah,” Andy says as he stares at the two of them cuddled up on the couch. “So this is like, a thing now?”

He’d seen the pictures of them online. The hickies on their necks and interlocked hands. He had seen and heard the rumors, but he knew Tillie. He had spent a lot of time with her on tour, and he knew her habits. He also knew that Calum had a thing for the spunky girl, but he didn’t think anything was ever going to come of it. He thought maybe this was a one or two night thing, but now, he’s seeing it in person, almost two months after the first round of photos went around.

It seems like Tillie is actually dating him. It seems like they’re happy together. He had to see it up close to believe it. 

He believes it now. 

“Is that a problem for you, Andrew?” Tillie asks. She places a hand on Calum’s leg and squeezes it. He pinches her side in response, so she does it again. 

“No, no! Not at all. You guys are cute. Just a little shocking at first.” Andy holds his camera up to his eye and snaps a photo of the two of them cuddled up on the couch before they can even recognize what’s happening. 

That’s when the day of coordinator walks in and says they have 20 minutes to finish getting ready and to line up. Tillie groans, not wanting to put on her dress. Since she’s standing with the guys, her dress is black to match their tuxes, even though the bridesmaids are all wearing champagne, gold, and pink. 

She gets a kiss on the cheek from Calum before she heads to the bathroom to change into the one shoulder chiffon gown that Crystal picked out for her. She was given the OK to wear Converse with it, thankfully, since her feet will be mostly hidden by the dress. When she reenters the room, Calum grins.

“You look so good,” he gushes, his hands on his face while he takes in the stunning woman in front of him. Her hair is dark brown for the wedding, curled and pinned so it cascades only over her right shoulder, and while she got dressed, she put on a coat of her favorite red lipstick. 

He walks up to her, bending down to kiss her, but she sticks her hand up in between their faces.

“No! Not when I have my makeup done,” she says with a tone that comes off as ‘how did you not know this.’ 

He pouts. “Not even on the cheek?” 

She rolls her eyes. “Fine, one kiss on the cheek.” 

Cal pecks her cheek lightly before he grabs her by the shoulders, spinning her around so she can walk in front of him, but leaving his hands on her shoulders. He massages them while they walk to line up for the ceremony. She is first in line, while Calum is last, as the best man. Michael ended up having Cal as the best man solely because he’s known him the longest, so he kept that same energy when ‘ranking’ the rest of his groomsmen. Tillie has known him the least amount of time, so she’s on the opposite end from Calum.

She doesn’t care. She’s just excited to be a part of this day for Michael. There aren’t a lot of people in this world that she considers family, but Michael earned that title long ago. She’s happy to wear a stuffy dress and spend the day around people who are all crying if it means she’s celebrating her brother. 

The ceremony is short but incredibly sweet. As expected, Calum cries, and so does every single member of 5SOS. Actually, Tillie is pretty sure she’s the only member of the bridal party who doesn’t at least tear up. She smiles the whole time, in awe that two people are both so in love and so surrounded by love that there’s hardly a dry eye in the room while they vow their lifelong dedication to each other. 

The reception is an open bar, which means Tillie is ordering trays of shots and challenging everyone to take them. She’s so wrapped up in cheering and whooping as she gets person after person to take a gulp of burning tequila that she doesn’t notice that the DJ has been cut off and Luke and Sierra are on a small stage. 

When she realizes, she halts and sets the now empty tray on the closest table. 

“Hi, everyone,” Luke says. “Sierra and I have prepared a little song. Please dance while we sing, because it’d be really awkward if everyone just stared at us.”

Everyone in the room laughs, but nobody moves to start dancing again, even as Luke plays the opening notes. Tillie recognizes it immediately and smiles, her eyes searching the room for her guy. Calum appears by her side in seconds, wrapping his arm around her waist to let her know he’s there. 

“Can I have this dance?” Cal asks. 

Tillie blushes and smiles. “If I have to,” she huffs sarcastically. She grabs his hand and pulls him to the dance floor while Luke and Sierra cover “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis. 

Calum and Tillie dance to the song with everyone, and Tillie can’t pretend she doesn’t feel Michael staring at them with a huge smile. He’s happy to see the two of them so happy on his big day. Calum has the dorkiest, cheesiest grin as he stares down at the girl he’s wanted for so long. Her cheeks are extra flushed now, feeling a little uncomfortable with all the eyes on her during what is the most heartfelt dance she’s ever shared with anyone, but she’s happy in this moment.

She feels like the song is spot on. She feels like she’s falling in love, and it’s terrifying and exciting at the same time. 

When the song ends, Cal nods his head toward the stage with a raised eyebrow. He’s asking Tillie if she wants to go sing their song now. She nods in response, once more dragging Calum behind her. 

Calum takes the acoustic guitar from Luke, who looks surprised. They hadn’t told anyone they were also planning on singing. 

Tillie stands behind the mic while Calum takes the stool Luke was just using. Crystal and Michael are watching them with sincere surprise, but they’re both excited to see whatever the duo on stage is going to share. They are both talented enough to kill whatever performance they have planned, and they know them so well that it’ll be something special to the Cliffords.

“Hi folks,” Tillie starts, giggling as Calum almost slips off the stool next to her while he tries to get comfortable. “First off, cheers to the happy couple!” Everyone cheers.

“Okay, no, you’re supposed to drink. Everybody, drink.” She takes a sip of the rum and Coke next to her as a demonstration while the whole room laughs. About half of them succumb to yet another attempt of Tillie’s peer pressure. 

Calum just watches her in awe.

“Now, I know that a very special someone is a Swiftie,” Tillie continues. “In that vein, Thomas and I — actually, hold up! Can we get a round of applause for the best man?!” 

Calum hangs his head in embarrassment while the whole room hoots and hollers with praise. 

“Okay, back to me,” she says, making everyone laugh. “We’re gonna cover madam Swift’s ‘Lover’ for the happy couple.” 

Michael looks at his best friends with tears in his eyes as they begin the song, and Crystal is already crying from Luke and Sierra’s performance. She reaches up and wipes the tears from under Michael’s eyes before she pulls him to her to dance again. Tillie hadn’t felt like crying that badly until she saw that. 

She wishes she could find a love that would mean someone would wipe tears from under her eyes and pull her closer in that moment, even if she’d rather pull away. 

The weirdest part of that, for her, is knowing that Calum wants to be that person, and she is letting him close enough that he may be able to. 

Their performance goes without a hitch. Together they harmonize beautifully and Tillie has palpable chemistry with Calum. He stares at her longingly as she hits the high notes and he loves how her nose scrunches up when she does. He’s pleasantly surprised at the end of the song when she walks over to stand closer to him and looks him in the eye.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close, forever and ever?” She sings with a smile. 

He’s on a high by the time the song ends and everyone applauds them. He can’t help himself from planting repeated kisses to her forehead before they take a quick bow. 

They reenter the audience and the DJ resumes his music. Tillie grabs her rum and Coke and holds it up as she dances her way back into the crowd. Michael steps away from his wife so he can go find Tillie and Calum — but mostly Tillie, even though Calum is following her around as he has done since that night in Montreal. 

“Matilda!” Michael singsongs, wrapping her into a hug.

“Michael!” She mocks.

“What the hell was that?!”

She shrugs, her eyes flitting to the tall Māori man to her left who’s smiling at her in a way she can only describe as lovingly. “Crystal likes Taylor. We thought it was fitting.” 

Mike hugs her again so he can more discreetly whisper into her ear. “Don’t be going soft on me, now.”

With her hand that’s not holding her drink, she pinches the groom on his side as hard as she can. “Never.” 

When they’ve hugged and Michael has given Calum an embrace, too, Mike puts a hand on each of their shoulders. “Thank you guys, seriously, for everything. I love you both, but I’m gonna go hang with my wife.”

For the first time in her life, Tillie is at a wedding and pondering the thought of what her own wedding might look like someday. Even stranger: the person she’d consider marrying is staring at her, wonderstruck, imagining the exact same thing. Tillie has Calum’s suit jacket draped over her, swallowing her tiny frame, and stares up at him with stars in her eyes,

She doesn’t stop him when he bends down to kiss her, knowing her lipstick is a lost cause at this point.

Standing in the Los Angeles January coolness under the stars, they’re both over the moon. Surrounded by people they love, they’re in their own little world as they sway to a song neither of them is listening to.

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a/n: listen folks, i uh... forgot about covid when i worked out the timeline of this story. so let's pretend covid didn't happen like the people in the south did during the pandemic, cool?

ALSO bomb drop in the next chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!! which is already written!

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Crime/Criminal AU Masterlist

Bad Boy With A Tainted Heart (ao3) - fourdrunksluts Michael/Luke N/R, 22k

Summary: Luke, with his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and his hair tied in a tight bun, was sweet, shy, and stayed away from the spotlight. Everyone could see his charisma, but he held it in such a reserved manner that it was always overshadowed by someone who wasn't as deserving of attention. Until Michael came along.

-

Michael and Luke are criminal master minds, acting as London's personal Robin Hoods. Michael sleeps with wealthy men, and Luke uses his knowledge of technology to steal from their accounts to donate to charity. Their system is nearly perfect...

Nearly.

faith in a stolen car (ao3) - bellawritess calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: You only need to get caught once,” Ashton said.

Calum smiled. “Then I won’t get caught once.”

Hands So Bloody, Tastes Like Honey (ao3) - arcticmalum Michael/Calum M, 37k

Summary: "I could give you so much more than those guys." His lips hang open after he speaks as if he'll lean in and kiss him any second now. He smells like cigarettes and it's intoxicating him. His whole body screams yes while his mind only reminds him that this isn't real, this is a job, he's supposed to kill Calum tonight

or

Michael's hired to go undercover and kill the most wanted man in their field, Calum Hood

It's Hard To Dance With The Devil On Your Back (ao3) - arcticmalum ot4 M, 58k

Summary: Luke had never been intrigued by frou-frou tutu wearing dances. Honestly, he found them as a bore and would catch himself falling asleep watching it. But when Michael got into his position and moved from place to place on that floor it was like a new wave of change washed over him and he could see why people pay loads of money to see ballerina's dance on stage, why parent's enrolled their kids into classes, why every person in this studio falls in love with Michael's body and the way it looks so graceful and calm when he's under so much pressure. or Michael is one of Sydney's most talented ballerinas with nothing but a successful future ahead of him and Luke is a co-leader in one of Sydney's most well-known gangs and ends up crossing paths with the shy ballet boy.

Mama I'm In Love With A Criminal (ao3) - IfWallsCouldMuke ot4 E, 7k

Summary: In the most ideal situation, Luke wouldn’t even be thinking about this. Hell, he wouldn’t even think this would be possible to happen to him.

He’s trapped inside an old warehouse with Michael Clifford the most powerful gang leader in Sydney, and there’s no way out.

And he wants to kiss the said gang leader.

Pull Up in Your Fast Car Whistlin' My Name (ao3) - blakecoffeeandcigarettes luke/calum E, 3k

Summary: "What seems to be the problem officer?" Luke asked, making sure to raise his voice a couple of octaves higher as he fiddled with the hem of his dress, revealing the hot pink, lace edge of his panties.

Roaming Free (ao3) - Born_to_Riot michael/luke, calum/ashton NR, 26k

Summary: There are four names everyone knows in the city of Watertown. Four names that have had the people worried for three years. Four teens who have been tripping the police up. Four dangerous boys who are roaming free.

Those boys are: 

Michael Clifford-- Known for breaking into multiple online data and systems-- probable techie

Luke Hemmings-- Known for stabbing people

Calum Hood-- Known thief

Ashton Irwin-- Known for shooting people

Unfortunately, there are no physical descriptions of the boys since everyone who has come into contact with one is either dead or scared to give out information. What will happen when people start talking?

Separated By The Night (ao3) -orphan_account michael/ashton, luke/calum M, 11k

Summary: Michael is a son of a gun. Ashton isn't.

You know what they do to guys like us in prison (ao3) - Unholy michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 18k

Summary: He finally started running on his own accord, so Calum didn’t have to drag him anymore, and made his way down the street, Calum only about two steps in front of him. He heard the sound of breaking glass behind him and more footsteps - the cops were following them. They rounded a corner and raced across the pavement, panting heavily. The sounds of running footsteps and yelling voices seemed to get closer and closer with each step that he tried to take away from them. Calum glanced at him over his shoulder and Michael could see the sheer panic in his best friend’s eyes - he was sure Calum saw it in his as we

Or the one where Calum and Michael are partners in crime and it’s them against the world

when the lights go out (ao3) - lourrygum Michael/calum E, 5k

Summary: Calum's surprisingly okay with the fact that he got arrested. He's even more okay with the fact that Michael happened to get arrested around the same time and they both end up in the same holding cell.

[caramelcal]

corrupted love.

summary: calum’s girlfriend finds out about gang!cal’s occupation in a not-so-friend way.

request: “ Hi!!! I’ve never done this so I’m a bit scared but I saw you were in search of gang/criminal aus and let’s give it a go. Could you do one with Cal getting into a fight unaware y/n was watching and unintentionally scaring her and he works trying to get her back and regaining her trust. If it’s alright, if not I completely understand I also just wanted to say I really love your writing. I’m so hooked on Fool For You it’s unreal and I cant wait for the update!! Pls and thx :) x “ IM SO SORRY I JUST REALIZED THAT YOU ASKED FOR THIS TO BE AN X READER AND I DONE AN X OC (i can redo it if you want so that it isn’t specified, i just prefer to as i can play around with their appearance and personality a little more but i will 100% redo it if you want me to)

word count: 2.7k

a/n: apologies, i am working on other fics but i got a sudden burst of inspo for this one. enjoy lovelies x 

also...y’all wanting parts after this where they reconcile? 

Her soft giggles sounded throughout the room, face lit up by only the tv her eyes were trained on, a wide but beautiful smile spread right across her face. She sat between his legs, hands in his as he softly trailed patterns on her palms.

She was solely paying attention to the tv, a random movie that Calum knew she would like, playing. He was right, mind you, she hadn’t taken her eyes away from the screen since he had pressed play, too captivated by the cartoon. However, Calum hadn’t been watching because he hadn’t taken her eyes off of her.

He pressed a soft kiss at her temple, lips trailing gently down the side of her face as she leaned closer towards him, her back against his stomach as she snuggled against him. The smile didn’t leave her face, in fact, it hardly ever did. Melanie, -or Mel as she insisted everyone called her-, was a smiley girl, much more than him. She was happy, carefree, like an angel; his angel.

Calum had never been one for romantic relationships. He was far too busy for that, but as soon as he caught eyes on Mel he knew he wanted her. He wasn’t sure what came over him, maybe it was the smile, or her carefree attitude, or the way she was so eager to help everyone in that small Disney store that she worked in. He just knew.

She was so different from him but they worked so well together. Or, at least, that’s what Calum liked to tell himself. He liked to ignore the fact that he kept so many secrets from her. It’s to keep her safe, he would tell himself but he knew that wasn’t the only reason. It was the impending fear that she would hate him, even if there wasn’t a cell in her body that could ever muster a disliking to anyone, especially him.

So he blocked out all of the thoughts. All of the ones that told him he had to tell her before she found out in a way he didn’t want her to, or before it became too late.

When the credits started to roll of the movie, Mel turned around in Calum’s lap, brown eyes meeting his as she stared up at him, kissing his lips before smiling at him. Calum stared back down at her, struggling to keep the smile off of his face as his hands held her securely by her hips.

“What’s goin’ on?” Calum questioned at the look he gave her, almost expectant as if she was waiting for him to do something.

“Movies finished.”

“I know,” Calum nodded his head at her statement, lifting a hand to brush a curl out of her face, “Pick another one.”

“I want you to pick one out. One of your movies.”

Calum went silent for a moment as she shifted back around to face the large flat-screen TV that took up a large chunk of the wall. It was significantly larger than the one that was in her and her roommate’s apartment, not that she lived there much anymore anyway.

It looked very expensive, and it was, but she never questioned it, just figuring that Calum had saved up a lot for it. Calum’s apartment was decently extravagant, but not completely in-your-face rich. Melanie had asked him on their first date what he did for a job, and although he said a bartender, which probably wouldn’t pay for all of the stuff he had, he had never done anything that would make her suspicious that he was lying.

Or maybe she was just too trusting of people.

“Alright,” Calum nodded his head as she passed the tv remote to him, “What about a gang movie? I like those.”

His eyes were trained on her face, and even though she tried to hide it, he saw the way her face clenched up slightly. His heart clenched and he started to stutter lightly, “O-Or we could watch an action film? Superheroes? I like those too. Probably more than gang movies if I’m being honest.”

“Cal.” She cut him off softly, rubbing his arm as she leaned against him, “If you wanna watch a gang movie we can watch one. I wanna see the type of stuff you like.”

The funny thing was, even though she didn’t know about the particularly dark part of his life, she knew everything else. She knew more about him than he ever cared to share with anyone. The only people that could probably rival her knowledge would be the three boys that he had known since he was a child.

“Ok,” He let out a breath of air as he clicked on one of his favorite films, holding her flushed against his chest as he tried his best to not get nervous. It was strange, how nervous he got over something as dumb as a movie with his favorite person.

Calum, admittedly, didn’t really watch the movie. He was far too bothered by the small flinches that Melanie made every time something gory or violent happened, the way that sometimes she turned around to hide in Calum’s chest, completely oblivious that the man she was using to hide from the violence was as violent as they come.

“Didn’t enjoy that much, did you baby?” Calum tried to joke lightly, trying to ease his own nerves with a joke as he looked at the girl who hugged against him. She wasn’t scared by any means, too calmed by being in her lover’s arms, but she knew she certainly wasn’t a big fan of stuff like that.

“Uhm,” She hesitated, trying to find the right words to say as a deep chuckle emitted from Calum’s chest, his hand gently running over her messy curls.

“It’s okay if you didn’t, Mel. I know you don’t like violence much.”

“Violence doesn’t solve anything. It just creates more issues and people get hurt,” She mumbled lightly as she looked up at Calum, who flashed her a tight-lipped smile.

If only she knew, he thought bitterly. If only she knew just how much violence that he caused, how many punches he threw, how many people had been sent into the hospital or even to the bottom of the river because of him. If only she knew about the crimson-stained clothes that he threw away just before she arrived that night, just in case she found it. He didn’t want that.

He didn’t want her to view him as the monster that he knew he was.

“How about we go make something?”

“Like cookies?”

He sent her a lopsided grin as he spoke, knowing from the way that her eyes lit up that cookies were going to be the only thing on her mind until they made some. Who was he to deny the gorgeous girl with the beaming smile on her face her cookies? “Why not?”

Her hand held tightly onto the whisk as she tried her best to whisk the mixture, sitting up on the counter with Calum watching her intently with a smile on his face. He could see as her arm went tired from the constant, intense whisking but she didn’t say anything, continuing to try and whisk it by herself.

“You want help there, baby?”

Her brown eyes glanced up at him, sending him a bashful smile as she rapidly held the bowl out to him, “Please.”

His arms, which had been crossed over his chest grabbed onto the bowl as he kicked himself away from the counter and closer towards the girl, muscles flexing as he began to whisk the mixture. She watched him with a small smile, admiring how he looked so perfect in a simple black t-shirt and trousers.

He was perfect. To her, he was anyway.

Soon enough, the cookies were unevenly spread out on the baking tray, due to Mel being distracted to stop Calum from eating the raw mixture. Every time that he tried, she would swat his hand with the spatula, and it was surprisingly sore for such a light hit with such an unthreatening object. They were popped in the oven -which they had forgotten to preheat- and left the two to chat, and for Calum to steal kisses in between their words.

He stood between her legs as Melanie sat up on the counter, his hands on either of her thighs, smiles on both of their faces.

“I love you, Cal,” Melanie whispered quietly, leaning in to softly press her lips against Calum’s, hands tangling in his t-shirt, playing with the soft fabric.

“I love you, Mel.”

It was beginning to become too late to tell her.

  It was almost as if Calum had this switch. A switch from where he went from being so happy and love-y with his girl, to an aggressive douchebag. Calum, if he wanted to be, could be cold, detached, and an ultimately scary human being. He was like that with most, and in fact, he was sure the only person he hadn’t been like that with was the person he loved most. 

At this current point in time, while his fist was colliding with a bruised and bloody boy, one that had very stupidly crossed the gang, he didn’t think of Melanie. It had to be the first time all day that he didn’t.

The boy in front of him was younger than him, by a few years, it seemed. Maybe eighteen, nineteen. This wouldn’t be the first time that Calum has had to deal with kids, unfortunately. Most of them far too dumb to realize what they were getting into. This one, however, he didn’t feel much remorse for since they had knowingly been spying on the gang, to feed back the information to someone. Calum needed to find out who.

“What’re they givin’ you, Kid? How many punches to the face before you start talking?” Calum aggressively called out, grabbing the beaten kid by the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards Calum slightly, making him look the gang member right in the eyes.

The boy limply turned his head to the side, spitting out the blood that was in his mouth before he looked back at the Maori boy, mouth parting as he began to talk, coming out in a rasp, “You’re Calum Hood, right?”

“What’s it to you, Kid?” Calum spat out aggressively. He was well-known, he knew that, especially amongst that world. Of course, the kid knew who he was.

The younger boy chuckled lightly, teeth showing off the red stain that Calum had made them, “My sister really is an idiot, isn’t she?”

“Your sister got you in this mess?”

“No, but she did get into a mess,” Calum stared down at the boy, eyebrows furrowed and getting more and more annoyed by the second when he couldn’t fully decipher the boy’s words. The boy scoffed as well as he could before mumbling, “God, Mel, you’re so stupid sometimes I swear.”

It was barely a mumble, but Calum had heard her name as clear as day, eyes widening slightly in disbelief.

“What?” Calum spat out, hand curling further into a fist as he stared down at the boy for asking.

“You might not know me, Calum. But you know my sister,” The boy drawled out, a sickening smirk somehow coming onto his face, despite how bloody, bruised, and swollen it was. The boy wasn’t dangerous, far from it actually, but right now he had the upper hand against Calum, “Melanie, her name is. Fairly acquainted are you not? It’d be awkward if you weren’t, to be honest.”

That’s when it clicked, Calum’s brown eyes ghosting over the boy’s beaten face, and it became so obvious. The curls, the distinct freckles...Even though the boy was beaten, he could still see the clear similarities between the boy he had just beaten up to the girl he loved with every fiber of his being.

“What the hell do you want?” Calum said with gritted teeth, hand tightening around the boy’s collar once again.

“What do I want?” Melanie’s brother asked, “I want you to turn around, Calum.”

Calum couldn’t help the defeat he felt when he did. All the anguish, grief, and guilt rising to the surface when he saw her standing there, staring at him with tears thick in her wide eyes and a terrified expression on her face.

“Mel...” He took a step forward, but she took a step back, profusely shaking her head.

“Don’t...Don’t come near me!” She had her eyes screwed shut, back up against the door behind her as she choked on her words.

She was terrified; something Calum never wanted her to be. He had vowed to himself that he would save her from every single fear she faced but this time he couldn’t. He couldn’t save her because he was her fear.

Melanie was scared of Calum.

“Flynn?” The girl called out to her brother, eyes briefly drifting over to him before flicking back over to Calum, making sure he stayed where he was. Flynn looked at his sister, the sight of his beaten face staring back at her making her feel sick, “Go outside. Please.”

At the sound of her broken plead, Calum felt like his heart had shattered in half. The gang member, in all of his life, had never felt so much pain, so helpless in his entire life. All because of one girl.

“Melanie...Baby, please, let me explain,” Calum didn’t take another step forward, scared that it would cause Melanie to run away or to cower away from him.

“How could you do this to him?” She asked, looking up at him with tears falling down her soft cheeks. All Calum wanted to do was hold her close and kiss her tears away, to comfort her but he couldn’t. When he didn’t reply, she pushed further, “How could you do this to me?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Mel, please understand-” Calum broke down, tears pouring out of his eyes, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You’re a monster, Calum.”

Melanie had never felt more betrayed. She trusted Calum, with her life. She trusted him to make her feel safe; to keep the monsters in the world away from her. But he was the biggest monster she had ever met.

Their love, which she had thought of like a fairytale, a pure, white, fruitful love that she had cherished with every part of her existence, was destroyed. Every piece of comfort she had ever felt with the boy slowly crumbling and slipping through her fingers. She loved Calum, but she couldn’t love the monster he was hiding beneath. 

Melanie leaving him in the warehouse left a hole in his heart, he had never felt so weighed down in his entire life. After everything he had been through, every person he had punched, every person he had killed, it had never brought him so much emotion. Melanie was his weakness.

He leaned against the wall of his apartment as he kicked his shoes off, blood now nowhere to be seen on his body. Michael, god forgive him, had found Calum in the warehouse after Melanie had left, and had cleaned Calum up. Calum couldn’t even think about Melanie’s brother’s blood staining his clothes, the guilt and pain eating him alive.

Coming home certainly didn’t help.

It was void of her warmth and all of her things. The apartment was empty of their love like she had never even existed in his life. The only thing that even hinted towards her existence was the keys that sat on the kitchen counter and the note. A piece of paper that had clearly been ripped out of her favorite Disney notebook. 

‘here’s your keys back’ it read in her loopy handwriting, sealed with a mostly-dried tear that had fallen from her own eyes as she wrote. 

Calum had never felt more alone in his entire life. How could he ever have allowed himself to corrupt such a pure love with his tainted heart? 

[clummykiddo]

bullets part 5 (c.h.)

part one | part two | part three | part four

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it had been a couple of days since the incident, and you hadn’t seen or heard from calum since. you weren’t sure if he had finally decided to leave you alone, or was merely watching you from a far, but either way, you were enjoying your space. you’d gotten several questions from family, friends, and even your co-workers about the mark on your neck, to which you’d always make up some story of falling into a door or a drunk hookup. and while they knew, for the most part, that those were lies, they could never have guessed the truth behind the facade you put on. 

enough time had passed that you thought that he had maybe taken all he needed fro you, learned enough about you to know that you weren’t a threat to him or his... business. whatever his reason may be, you were just happy to have him out of your life. 

waking up from a sleep finally enjoyed without the usual insomnia, you got up and looked yourself over in the mirror. tilting your head aside, you grew a small smile to realize the mark had dissipated to a slight, yellow spot, due to completely disappear likely by the end of the day. 

this put you in a slightly better mood, showering and putting on your outfit for the day before trotting down the hall and going to greet your mother in the kitchen, her back turned towards you as she fiddled with something beyond your vision. 

it was then, though, that you noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye, standing just beyond the island. you shut your eyes momentarily, hoping that it was just your brain messing with you, it couldn’t possibly be what you thought it was. but when you reopened your eyes, however, the man was closer now, only a few feet from you. you turned towards him, finding the tall, dark, looming figure already looking at you. He smiled. 

your first thought was towards your mother still turned away, and whether or not she knew he was here, if had spoken to her, if he had threatened her. 

you immediately walked over to her side, placing your hand on her forearm and speaking shakily, “mom?” 

“oh!” your mother gasped, grasping at her chest, “you scared me!” she turned around, and you prepared for yet another startle at the stranger in your house. however, she merely smiled at him and shook her head. “oh sweetheart, this is calum,” your mom gestured her arm to him, and he smiled innocently towards the two of you. 

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “he... uh... what?” you jumbled out, still not comprehending exactly what kind of situation you were in. 

your mother laughed heartily and placed her hands on either of your shoulders, “sorry about her, she’s still a little shy when it comes to people of the opposite sex, if you know what i mean,” she joked, rubbing your shoulders. 

“mom?” you asked again, this time more accusingly, though still trying to understand why calum hood was standing in your apartment. 

“sweetheart, calum is our new neighbor. he just moved in downstairs, and he’s coming around to meet some of us! isn’t that nice?” she smiled. 

calum advanced towards you, possibly in the least threatening way he ever had, extending his arm out to you. “it’s nice to meet you...?”

your immediate reaction was to back away, but your mother unfortunately held you in place, encouraging you to display the politeness you normally would under such circumstances. “(y/n)” you said monotonously. 

“right, (y/n),” he assured to you, shaking your hand with a grin so deceivingly innocent you almost wanted to return it. “wouldn’t want to have to call you sweetheart.” a hint of a smirk. there it was. 

you inhaled deeply, shrugging your mother’s hands off of you and turning towards her. “mom, calum and i are gonna step outside for a minute, calum?” 

you didn’t even give him time to respond before making a bee line out the door and waiting for calum to follow your path. 

“why are you here?” you asked in a hushed voice once the door was closed. 

he skimmed you once over, paying special attention to where your hair covered over your neck. he reached up and slowly, carefully pushed it out of the way, careful not to touch your skin as he did so. you swatted him away just in time for him to see the progress of the mark. he ticked, “damn. shame it faded. maybe it’s time for a new one?” he smirked, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. 

“don’t even think about it.” you threatened through your teeth. he chuckled in response, merely tilting his head, as if he were waiting for your next action. “why are you here?” you repeated, this time more seriously.

he shrugged, “it’s my job. remember? we’ve been through this, (y/n). look at that, i called you by your name.” he grinned, almost treating you as a child receiving candy that she’d been asking for for weeks. 

you let out an exasperated sigh, not finding the strength to entertain him anymore, “this is my home, my family, my goddamn mother. i mean you can’t just show up in the most important parts of my life and interrupt it. i thought you’d gone away anyway, why are you back here? around me? what could you possibly need from me-”

“you know, you really do talk to much. especially when you’re upset.” he muttered, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a small box, pulling a cigarette out and securing it between his lips. he reached back into the same pocket, seemingly not finding what he needed, and then patting all around his jeans. 

“you wouldn’t happen to have a light, would you?” he gestured towards you, quirking a brow. you opened your mouth, but were cut off by his deep voice, “never mind, of course you don’t. what was i thinking.” he chuckled to himself. 

you gritted your teeth in anger, surprising the both of you as you pulled a fluorescent green lighter out of your pocket and flicked your thumb, bringing the flame up to his jack. he watched you, stunned, as you did so, eyes closely following your movements while your own gaze remained where he inhaled from his cigarette, then gently exhaling opposite from your face. 

“full of surprises, you are.” he said after a brief pause, seemingly recollecting himself as he chuckled and casted his eyes down to his shoes. 

you felt different for a moment, int hat for once you threw him off guard, and it was as if he hadn’t rehearsed what he said, he wasn’t prepared. he was just as vulnerable as you always had been. 

you shook off the feeling, crossing your arms after slipping the lighter back into your pocket. “are you ever going to answer my question?” 

“what question?”

“why are you here?” you breathed out, growing tired of his antics. 

he nodded, taking another puff from the cigarette, “right, yes. well uh, in short, i’m taking you out. and don’t worry, i mean on a date.” 

[gothluke]

pls this is so sweet

[bxcketbarnes]

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I actually need to start working on this again!

Calum frowns and turns you around, so you're facing him. You look up at him, his brown eyes staring into your soul and you shudder a bit. "I'm sorry you're in the middle of this," he tells you and you shrug your shoulders.

"It's alright, I guess. It's kinda my fault, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but you were just trying to help Ashton," Calum argues and you tilt your head to the side.

"And I wanted you to trust me," you add and the blue-haired man lets out a chuckle. "Look where we are now."

Calum nods his head while bringing his index finger under your chin, tilting your head up before connecting his lips with yours. Your eyes flutter shut as your hands wrap around his neck.

The door opens and the two of you pull apart to see Ashton, Luke, and Michael standing there. Luke and Mike are staring with wide eyes as Ash rolls his eyes, a smirk on his lips. "Can y'all keep the making out behind closed doors, please?" Ashton snorts and you let out a groan.

"Well, we were behind closed doors before you opened it," you fire back as Calum glances between the two of you.

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[kindahoping4forever]

Calum @ The 5SOS Show Tour Madrid - 24 September 2023

[sappy-seresin]

“You said you were done fighting,” you state quietly, carefully wiping blood off of his battered knuckles. He bows his head, refusing to meet your gaze. He winces when you press the rag to another open wound.

“I worry so much Calum. Does that mean nothing to you?” you question, looking at him. “I’m just scared that one day you’re not going to come home to me. That I’m going to get a call telling me that your body was found in a ditch somewhere.” You let out quiet sniffles before he finally meets your gaze. You watch as his shoulders slump forward seeing the tears pouring out of your eyes. 

He wraps his arms around you without saying anything, your frame shaking as quiet sobs leave your body. His eyes closing as he mentally beats himself up for causing you so much stress. He knows how much you worry. He knows that you always stay up late waiting for him to come home and he hates himself for always doing the wrong thing. 

“I need you. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” you whisper into his chest, slowly calming down. 

 “I know, and I’m sorry,” he apologizes into your hair. “Things are going to change, I promise.”

[5sosghostwriter]

From chapter two of Vigilante- enemies to lovers Luke fic (with a side of Calum)

⚠️ TW

[bebewheezy]

Psychopath

It’s Always Been You- Part 2 

Notes: hi guys! here’s part two p.s. this took me 5 pages to write >:)

word count: 3540

TW: smut, swearing

part one 

I ran straight to the bathroom once we got into the small room Rosalie and I shared before we were assigned our permanent safe houses. I emptied the contents of my stomach to the thought of Calum’s bloody hand on me, along with the menacing and predatory look his eyes held as they bore into my soul. His eyes looked eerily familiar, but I was currently too distraught to try and remember where I had seen them before.

“Rosie, I can’t be jumped-in tomorrow,” I cried into my hands once I flushed the toilet.

“What do you mean you can’t be jumped-in? Y/N there’s no going back after this, you can’t back out anymore without being killed!”

“I didn’t say I was backing out,” I whispered as I refused to meet her gaze. 

Rosie and I had been together since sixth grade, we had been through anything hell, better known as life to God’s favorites, had thrown at us, but I wasn’t sure if she’d forgive me for my choice of initiation. I had kissed a handful of boys in high school, but nothing ever went further than making out with a hand job, yet here I was about to fuck a gang member.

“Are you sure you wanna do that? I mean, if you chose getting beat up, at least we can do it together. Y/N if you chose the second option, you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life.”

“Rosie, I don’t have a choice anymore. After what Calum saw from me tonight, he’ll make sure I won’t survive the jump-in, I have to do this in order to live,” The heavy sobs were returning and my mind was racked with the thoughts of how horribly wrong tomorrow could go.

I was in bed thirty minutes later after crying more in the hot shower, ready for the start of many sleepless nights ahead.

*****

Rosie woke me up at the crack of dawn to start getting ready. We were instructed to wear all black, and make sure our hair was out of our faces. It took me almost forty five minutes to successfully braid my hair, I wasn’t used to doing it myself, my sister or grandma would usually do it for me in the mornings before school. I couldn’t even fix my hair properly, how was I meant to start an adult life, let alone be in a gang?

“How are you holding up so far?” Rosie asked once we had finally finished physically preparing for the rites today.

“I think I’m doing okay, just slightly terrified,” I responded solemnly.

“You still have time to change your mind. I don’t want you making the wrong decision, and honestly this feels like it.”

“This is the right decision, Rosie, I can’t leave you alone like this. I won’t let them turn me into someone I’m not or let the fact that I chose to have sex with a guy make me a slut,” I retorted.

“It won’t make you a slut, I’m just worried the males here will think of you as an object and not respect you,” She placed a loving hand on my shoulder.

“I won’t let them, Rosie.”

We sat in comfortable silence, with the occasional funny comment about our situation, for the next hour until the rites were set to begin. I was determined to use being sexed-in to my advantage, I was going to become high ranking and respected even if others viewed me as a whore, which I wasn’t. I didn’t know who I would have to spend the rest of the day with, but I was praying it wouldn’t be some ass who viewed me as his once it was all over.“

Y/N, Rosie, it’s time,” Spencer knocked on our door. “Have you made your decisions?”

“Yeah, I’m the only one being jumped today,” Rosie blurted out before I could hardly process the question.

“Alright, Rosie come with me. Y/N, stay here and wait for me to come back, I shouldn’t be too long,” Rosalie and Spencer walked out of our small room, and I was left alone to my thoughts again.

I wasn’t a hundred percent sure this was the right decision, but I was also completely sure that I wouldn’t make it through the beating. I couldn’t go back anymore, it was time to muster up all the courage and confidence in my small body, and get this shit over with. It only took Spencer a few minutes before she was knocking on my door again, and I was off to fulfill quite possibly the worst affair in my life.

She took me to the living room of the mansion of a safe house all the recruits were staying in. There was only one other girl sitting on the couch, I knew this wasn’t a popular way to join, but I assumed there would maybe be a few other girls with me, not just one.

“Y/N, this is Anastasia,” Spencer introduced me to the small framed brunette in front of me. “You guys wait here until Ashton gets in, he’ll explain how this is all going to work. I’m going back outside to help with the others, so good luck and don’t let them stick their dicks in you without a hard “yes”, and be careful.”

“Thank you for all your help so far, Spencer,” She nodded at my statement and offered me a slight smile before walking out. I knew it was going to be hard to find people to become my new family, but I felt like Spencer was a good start.

“So why did you choose this instead of being beaten to a pulp?” Anastasia asked me. Once I got a good look at her features, she was actually very pretty. She had wavy brown hair and big blue eyes, and freckles dotted her nose along with her soft olive colored cheekbones,

“Umm, I couldn’t handle all the violence we had to watch last night, figured this wouldn’t be too bad in comparison,” I let out a dry laugh, this was going to be worse than a beating.“

Yeah, I mean it shouldn’t be too bad. I’ve had sex with enough guys to know how to get it over with fast,” She said. I stared at her for a few seconds before just nodding my head in agreement. “Wait, you’re not a virgin, are you?”

“I actually am,” I whispered and looked down into my lap in shame.

“Oh my god, why did you decide to do this? You can’t let anyone know you’re a virgin,” Anastasia frantically spoke.

“What? Why not?”

“Because if they find out you won’t make it past today alive. It’s an unspoken rule that if a girl who gets sexed-in is a virgin, they let as many guys fuck you as they want before you can continue initiation,” Her voice was quiet as we spoke, and my nerves officially returned.

“Oh my god, I’m completely fucked.”

“Are you the only two girls who aren’t getting the shit knocked out of them right now?” An unfamiliar voice echoed through the entryway. I turned my head to be met with a raven haired man standing next to none other than Calum himself. Yep, I was utterly fucked now.

“Uh, yeah it’s just us two. I’m Anastasia and that’s Y/N,” She responded for the both of us, I was too in shock to see that Calum wasn’t beating up the rest of the kids outside, but standing in front of me, staring at me like I was a piece of meat.

“Great that makes things easier. Calum and I will be initiating you, so if you’re both ready we can get started now,” Ashton said kindly, I could tell he was trying to make us feel better about our decision, like it wasn’t a big deal, even though it was the biggest thing I’d done so far.

“I’ll take Y/N,” Calum spoke without missing a beat. Oh my god, I was actually going to die today. I should’ve fucking chosen to get the life beat out of me, that would be less painful.

I didn’t get time to process anything as he stepped forward and grabbed me by the wrist, leading the way to his bedroom. This was worse than I could’ve ever imagined, I was on the verge of tears by the time he shut and locked the door, trapping me with him.

“What’s wrong, princess?  You don’t seem very excited about this,” Calum said in a low tone while cupping my cheeks. He stared into my scared eyes for what felt like eternity, before tilting his head and leaving open mouthed kisses to my neck.

“I apologize for not crumpling at the mere sight of you, like you’re probably used to,” I snapped, but my shaking hands said more than the rough exterior I was throwing up.

“Why are you nervous? I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart, calm down for me,” His smooth voice did nothing but agitate me more. How was he so speaking of this with such a leisurely tone? How many times had Calum fucked a girl and claimed it was for initiation?

“I’m not nervous, let’s just get this over with.”

“No, I’m not doing anything with you until you tell me why your entire body is shaking, and I’ve barely kissed you.”

“I can’t tell you, Calum. Can we please just do this so it’s done?”

“You’re going to tell me now, as second head assassin, I have superiority over you. Now tell me what’s going on,” He took a step away from my trembling form, attempting to give me room to breathe, but it did nothing.

Instead of telling him the truth, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips to mine. I felt him begin to pull away and finish the conversation we were having, but once I bit his lip when he pulled away, he was putty in my hands.

I let my hands roam his muscular torso, and land on his biceps to keep myself grounded. He knew exactly what to do to make women speechless with his touch, as it began to wander across my body, but I refused to let him have that much effect on me. Before I could pull him closer, and start walking towards his bed, Calum pulled.

“You’re a virgin.”

“Wow, you got that just from a kiss?” I joked and tried to attach our lips once more, but he wasn’t finished speaking.

“No, I figured it out due to your shaking, and your subpar kissing abilities,” He smirked.

“Subpar?”

“Subpar, little recruit.”

With that comment, I kissed him with as much passion as I could muster. This must’ve sparked something in him, because he began to kiss me slower, and with more lust than before. His hands slid down to the backs of my thighs, and I gasped as he pinched one of them while sliding his tongue into my unaware mouth. After giving me a squeeze, he lifted my legs from the ground and I wrapped them around his waist while he started moving toward the bed in the middle of the room. I pulled away from his needy mouth to remove my shirt, and my eyes met his soft brown ones. They looked so different now from last night, now they were filled with concern and want, while last night all I could make out was anger and a thirst for blood.

“You don’t have to be nervous with me. I’m not gonna tell anyone, you’ll only be with me for now,” Calum reassured me that even though Anastasia said not to let anyone know of my virginity, he wasn’t going to let the other men abuse me. I nodded my head at his statement.

“Why are you being so kind to me?” I questioned while avoiding his gaze. “I thought this was just going to be me getting fucked for about an hour while trying to hold back tears.”

“I don’t know, I just feel like I need to protect you right now,” He cupped my cheek in his over sized hand, before sitting up and ripping his shirt off.

Calum was the most beautiful man I had laid eyes on, none of the scrawny high school boys I had dated could even compare to him. His golden torso and right arm were covered in dark ink, making his beauty ethereal. I groaned at the sight of him, if he looked this marvelous just shirtless, I was in for a world of pleasure. He wasted no time in ridding us both of our remaining clothing.

“This is going to hurt, baby, but I promise it’ll go away soon,” He told me as his hand slid down my stomach and stopped right above my core. This was the farthest I had ever gone with a guy before, and I’d be lying if I said the thought of losing it to a head assassin, made my blood turn cold.

His fingers didn’t inch any further, but instead hovered over my entrance, circling and prodding it. I tried grinding my hips down to get more friction, only for Calum’s free hand to pin them against the bed, his actions never faltering. He went on torturing me for several minutes, working me up until he couldn’t take my whines any longer, and started pushing his longer inside of me. Even with beyond aroused, the slow pull and stretch he caused made me cry out slightly.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby,” He pushed the loose hair falling out of my shitty braid out of my face. His finger moved in to the first knuckle, and my body shook with pleasure and anticipation. “Taking my finger so well, princess. I can’t wait to get inside of you, you’re so fucking tight.”

His finger finally pushed in to its full length, and I couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. I had done this a handful of times by myself, but my hand was pale in comparison to Calum’s. He slowly worked it in and out of me, eliciting more whines and moans from my gaping mouth.

Even when he started twisting his fingers, it soon wasn’t enough to fulfill the need I felt boiling in my lower stomach.

“Calum,” I mewled. “I need more, please. God, please give me more, Calum.”

“What more do you need, sweetheart?” He replied in a cocky tone. “Do you want another finger? Or do you need something bigger, baby?”

I moaned in response because I couldn’t form any coherent thoughts, let alone answer his question. He slowed his finger to a stop in retaliation.

“I need you to tell me, yes or no? I’m not giving you anymore unless I hear you say it,” His voice was low but strong, and filled with determination.

“Yes, Calum please fuck me,” I said after I took a few moments to regain my composure. He bowed his down to catch my lips in a sloppy and feverish kiss. I felt his cock against my entrance, and my breathing hitched.

“It’s gonna hurt again, baby, but I’m gonna try my best for it not to,” I nodded in response as he kissed me again.

One hand took grasp of his throbbing dick, and the other went back to my pussy, circling it around to spread the moisture and then up a little to rest lightly against my clit. The ghost of his touch made me twitch with sensitivity and his finger pressed down on the small nub, then started rubbing it in figure eights. My noises picked up again at the sensation. I felt Calum press his cock further against me, before inching the tip of the head barely in. He went further in while still relentlessly playing with my clit, and the pleasure from that helped ease the pain, but once he had fully sheathed his length into me, the pain took over. I felt like I was being torn in half, it hurt so bad and I couldn’t look past it. The noises of pleasure coming from me turned into pain, and Calum took note of how uncomfortable I was. He stayed still inside of me, waiting for the pain to subpass, but it never did and unwanted tears started spilling down my face in front of him, for the second time within twenty four hours.

“Y/N, I need you to calm down for me baby,” He spoke softly as he rested his forehead on mine. The fingers on my clit started working again, and my tears soon dried as my body melted into his once more. “I know it hurts right now, but I promise it’ll get better soon. You’re going to make it worse if you start freaking out.”

“Okay,” I muttered. “Keep doing that, please, it’s making me feel so much better.”

“Yeah? You ready for me to start moving now?”

“Fuck yes.”

He didn’t waste a second before almost fully pulling out, only to slam back into me with a grunt. His fingers didn’t leave my clit, and his other hand pressed my lower stomach down onto the bed, restricting any movement from my end, and giving him full control over my body. Part of me wanted to fight back and take some of my control that I thought I had in the beginning, but I realized that I really had no control over the man above me, and even if I did my body was too spent to do anything. Calum was fucking into me like I was his, whispering sweet encouragments to me while also dominating me beyond comprehension. I imagined my first time would be intimate, but that dream was out the window when I decided to lose it to a gang member.

His cock was hitting so deep I could feel it in my stomach, and when he brought my left thigh to rest on his shoulder so he could go even deeper, I lost all control of my body. I was shaking all over, my hands were grabbing at the sheets beneath us desperately as my release got closer and closer.

“Let go for me, sweetheart,” He panted above me. I wasn’t sure if Calum was remotely close to cumming, but I didn’t give a fuck, my limbs were on fire and I needed to cum more than anything. “I got you, let go.”

After a few more thrusts, my high was washing over me like a tsunami, and I couldn’t see straight. Calum fucked me through it, and from the way he was moaning and had my hips in a bruising grip, I knew he was almost done for.

“Can I cum inside you, princess?”

“Yes, fuck, I have the implant, please cum inside of me, Calum,” With that, he came hard, and his hips didn’t stop once during it, prolonging our orgasms. He slowly pulled out of my tight, and cum filled core and leaned his head close to mine.

He caressed my cheeks with his tattooed covered hand, staring into my eyes, not saying a word. I was confused, I’m pretty sure when girls get fucked-in to gangs, they aren’t treated with this much adoration. His brown orbs burned into mine, and I could feel all the raw emotions he had bubbling inside of him. I took his hand in mine and placed gentle kisses to his palm, then his wrist and each of his knuckles. Calum tenderly laughed at my actions, then gave me a kiss to convey all the emotions he was trying, but failing at showing me. I didn’t understand any of his actions, and I was too scared of ruining our delicate moment to ask.

After he stared at me for a bit longer, he got off the bed and went to the connecting bathroom to grab a washcloth. He wordlessly cleaned my inner thighs with it, before kissing each of them, and throwing the small cloth into his laundry bin. He laid back down onto the bed and pulled my back to his front, into a spooning position. This was all incredibly new to me, I had never been treated this warmly by a male before.

“Umm, shouldn’t I go? To finish the remaining rites?” I quietly asked. In the back of my mind, I pleaded that Calum would let me lie here in comfort with him for eternity, but I refused to allow myself to think like that after a meaningless fuck.

“No, just stay here for a bit,” He said against my neck. “We can finish the initiation later today, or tomorrow.”

“You know I thought you were sort of a psychopath when I first met you.”

“That wasn’t quite how I thought my first conversation with you would go,” Calum said as he cradled my waist in his massive arm. “I’m sorry if I scared you last night, it was just in the heat of the moment and when that side of me takes over, I get carried away.”

“So you’re an actual psychopath then?” I teased.

“I prefer the term creative, baby.”

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Bad Boy Masterlist

"Ah, sorry Doll." (ao3) - cliff0rd michael/luke T, 4k

Summary: Luke is a shy, quiet boy who works in a small Café and Bad boy Mikey just loves seeing him blush.

Arthurian Romances (ao3) - therjolras michael/ashton T, 5k

Summary: Ashton's in a bit of a tangle when he's rescued by a purple-haired knight-in-leather-jacket.

baby i'm gonna drink you in like oxygen (ao3) - booksteaandcake luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: bad boy ashton has taken young luke hemmings under his wing. it's kind of a surprise when they sleep together... but also not a surprise at all.

'“I’m not wrecking you.” Ashton scoffed, “I’m going to take care of you.”'

do the things that you'd only read about (ao3) - heartbreakgirl michael/luke N/R, 5k

Summary: When he looks over, Michael's eyes are open and he's grinning from ear to ear.

“I love you.”

He smiles shyly, eyes rolling fondly. “I love you too, Michael.”

or, book worm Luke & bad boy Michael

every now and then the stars align (ao3) - merlypops luke/calum E, 3k

Summary: 'The sheer force of the love unfurling in Luke’s chest took his breath away often but he liked it that way, liked being reminded by his pulse thundering in his veins that Calum was his, and that he loved Luke back.'

Calum gets in trouble a lot, Luke's had a bad life, and Calum would do anything to keep him safe. Anything at all.

Feeling Naughty (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/calum E, 2k

Summary: Calum is giving himself too much freedom and Michael is mad. Now, it's up to Calum make it up to him.

fight so dirty but your love's so sweet (ao3) - softirwin luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 11k

Summary: Luke hates a good ninety-five percent of his job.

A solid thirty percent of that comes from the fact that he works as a receptionist at a hotel, which he thinks is possibly the most thankless job humanity could possibly have created. A further ten comes from the fact that his desk is right next to the kitchen, meaning mouth-watering smells are constantly wafting under his nose, and Luke’s not allowed to eat on shift.

Fifty-five percent of it, though, is Ashton.  

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written for the prompt 'lashton bad boy'

Have Faith In This Fragile World (ao3) - SilentlyFighting michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 19k

Summary: Michael Clifford is well known in his school, not for being popular, far from it, he is the nerd. The goody-two-shoes hasn't had the best past but his peers do not know this and a couple of the football team decide that he is their next target. A mysterious group of boys make an appearance, saving him multiple times, and when Michael runs out of money to buy food, they even find ways to get him food.

The boys do not scare him that much but they certainly catch his attention. Michael learns the names of two of the boys but the leader is set to keep his identity a secret. But, when Michael has another run in with the football team and they use him as bait, will the boys identity reveal itself?

Mr. H (ao3) - jeepies luke/ashton G, 3k

Summary: Luke is The Joker and Ashton is Harley Quinn

Pull Up in Your Fast Car Whistlin' My Name (ao3) - blakecoffeeandcigarettes luke/ashton E, 3k

Summary: "What seems to be the problem officer?" Luke asked, making sure to raise his voice a couple of octaves higher as he fiddled with the hem of his dress, revealing the hot pink, lace edge of his panties.

say you want me and dont be nice (send those shivers running down my spine) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum N/R, 5k

Summary: :+: Calum and Michael are in gangs, and when Calum gets slightly turned on by the gun in Michael's hands, things get dirty :+:

snap backs and tattoos (ao3) - crankgameplays michael/calum N/R, 3k

Summary: Calum Hood is 16, almost 17, when hes warned to stay away from Michael Clifford. His dad catches a gaze of him from the kitchen window and hes got a new tattoo that's wrapped around his pale arm and there's tufts of pink hair peeking out from his snap back and oh my fucking god is that a fucking eyebrow piercing. Calum has died and gone to heaven. Or hell. Maybes hes being a little dramatic. Whatever. But his dad turns to him and he goes,

"Calum, I want you to stay away from that Clifford boy," pointing a finger in the direction of his son. "Hes no good." And Calum nods and mumbles, yes dad, and walks to his room and that's that.

But really. No one ever listens to their dads.

We're like noughts and crosses (ao3) - emptygoldss michael/calum G, 1k

Summary: it’s like Michael’s made of glass and Calum turns him to sand.

Yeah, I Want You Baby (ao3) - flowercrownmikey michael/luke M, 4k

Summary: "That what you wanna do, princess? Fuck the delinquent right outta me?"

OR// Officer! Luke and Bad Boy! Michael.

[iloveluek]

Cold and Hard and Mean

Gangmember!Luke x reader Warnings: mention of drugs, guns, fights, murder, abusive relationships, there’s exactly one swear word Word count: 1,582 About: Your childhood friend Luke is part of a gang, you meet to talk and think about how much he’s changed

{a/n} I wrote this in around an hour i remember why i stayed up so late when i was thirteen writing fanfiction omg i miss this // i’ve been wanting to write gangmember!luke for so long 

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Luke hadn't always been this cold and hard and mean. He was once a little boy with blond curls that bounced when he ran around the playground, and a smile so big and a laugh so loud that it made all the other kids turn to look. 

But now he sat in front of you with his torn old leather jacket and a bruise on the top of his cheekbone that he told you was nothing and you understood how people forgot that he used to be that happy little child. 

He winced slightly when he shifted in his seat and he looked over at you but you pretend you didn't notice. He wouldn't tell you what was wrong if you asked. Luke nodded at the waitress when she brought over two cokes but he didn't say say thank you. 

Her eyes lingered on Luke for a few seconds and then she looked at you and you knew she thought the same thing that everyone else who had seen you with Luke has been thinking.

What was sweet looking girl like her doing with a boy like him?

They didn't know that he was a sweet looking boy behind his slicked back hair and the dark circles under his eyes that never seemed to fade. 

"So," Luke took a sip of his drink and leaned back in his seat, "Haven't heard from you in a while." 

It was true. You and Luke hadn't spoken in almost a year, the last time being when you ran into each other at the local fair on New Year's Eve. You'd been at the fair with your boyfriend, playing games and going on rides and taking photos in the photo booth before you saw Luke with the gang of devious men that he'd grown used to hanging around with.

The two of you hadn't spoken for long, just a little small talk about how he'd dropped out of school and you'd graduated and what direction you were going to take your life. Your boyfriend was uncomfortable, with you and Luke having some sort of relationship and with being anywhere near gang members. So you cut the conversation short and left.

"How have you been?" You asked Luke. 

There were so many more questions you wanted to ask him. Why did he join the gang? How did he hurt his face? Was that blood on the shoulder of his jacket? Why did he agree to meet with you tonight? 

"I'm fine," Luke's simple answer wasn't a surprise to you. He probably thought that giving real answers would scare you and drive you away, but that would have to mean that Luke wanted you to stay. 

"How's the gang?" You said nonchalantly. 

The corner of Luke's lips pulled upwards into a small smile and he looked you in the eyes. Most people didn't ask about the gang, they were too scared to get involved. Everyone heard the gossip that went around town about fights in alleyways and drug dealing and gun smuggling. Sometimes people would go missing and then come back beaten and bruised. Sometimes they didn't come back at all.

You didn't know what Luke did as a part of the gang. He looked too clean to be a part of the fights, but still messy enough to know he did his part, whatever that happened to be. 

"Gang's fine," Luke answered. 

"How are your parents?" 

"Fine." 

"Say something other than fine."

Luke still stared at you, but the small smile he had flashed before was long gone. His lips formed a straight line, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and if any other gang member had looked at you like Luke did right now you would be scared for your life. But Luke would never hurt you, no matter how much you annoyed him with your desire to talk like you were friends again.

"I visit my parents every week. I help them pay their bills and they don't ask about my job. They're fine." Luke said. Saying that they don't ask about his job seemed like a stab at you, but you ignore it.

"What is your job? Accounting? Security?"

"Do I really look like an accountant to you?" Luke's little smile was back, but you knew it was only to try and distract you so that he didn't have to give you an answer to your question.

"I thought it might be a nicer way of saying you deal with all the money you get from fucking people over."

You thought that would make Luke angry or annoyed, but the smile doesn't leave his face. 

He wasn't happy because you accused him of cheating his way to a nice sum of money in his bank account, he was impressed at the amount of courage you had to say something like that right to his face. Most people liked to tiptoe around people like Luke, and it had been a while since he'd seen a pretty girl in a baby pink summer dress use foul language. 

"I'm not an accountant," Luke said. He took another sip of his drink ran his hands over the his hair, slicking back a curl that had started to fall loose. 

"What do you do?" You asked again. 

"I drive a car."

"So do I,"

"My job is to drive a car."

"To where?"

"Wherever the boss wants to go."

"The boss? The boss boss?"

"That's the one." 

Being a driver was one of the safer jobs a gang member could have, and although you were glad that Luke wasn't dealing drugs or laundering money or murdering people part of you had hoped that Luke would be in a gang for something more exciting than driving someone around. He could do that without being a gang member, without all the danger. 

"I work at the jewellery shop in the mall," You told Luke.

"I know," he responded.

You'd never seen Luke while you were working before. You'd seen him in the mall plenty of times, whether he was getting lunch with a group of guys or just walking through with their dark clothes and purple knuckles to intimidate people.

But you'd never noticed him noticing you. 

"Was it the gang that robbed the grocery store last month?" You asked.

"What are you, an undercover cop?"

"I'd like to think I'm your friend." 

This statement made Luke think the same question everyone else was thinking. What was sweet looking girl like her doing with a boy like him? Why would a girl like her want to be friends with a guy like him? What did he have to offer that any of her other friends couldn't give her? Surely she didn't want to hang around with him just because people thought he was dangerous. 

"What do you want? Why did you want to see me?" Luke asked. He'd finished his drink now and you had barely touched yours, but you had come for him and not the drink. 

"I need your help."

"What kind of help? Money?"

"More like... taking care of someone that's giving me a hard time." 

Luke stared at you, his eyes still narrowed.

"Who?" 

"My boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend." 

"What did he do?" 

"You'd be surprised how little makeup you need to cover up a bruise like that,"

You nodded slightly, gesturing towards the bruise on Luke's cheek.

You saw Luke lift his head slightly and his shoulders press back. He stared at you the same way he'd been staring at you since the moment you sat down, but now that you'd given a subtle hint he noticed the light texture of powder on your skin and the slightly raised surface of the swollen skin of your cheek that underneath looked black and blue like his own. 

"Where does he live?" Luke's hand slipped into his jacket and he pulled a notepad from a pocket as well as a pen. 

You gave the address and Luke nodded. When his eyes settled on you again his eyes looked different. They weren't squinted anymore and it made his whole face look more relaxed. Softer. More kind. 

"I don't mean take care of him as in kill him," You clarified, and Luke's head tilted to the side so slightly that you almost didn't notice.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked. 

"I don't know. Whatever you think is necessary." 

"You just said don't kill him."

His lips had curled into a small smile again, but you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

"You'd kill a man for me?" 

Luke finally tore his eyes away from you. You didn't know if it was because he was embarrassed by what he'd do for you or if he was ashamed because he might be capable of doing such a horrendous thing. 

What you did know was that the question you had asked made you feel a little scared of Luke. It wasn't sweet or romantic or an act of love. It would be murder. Maybe Luke loved you enough to carry that burden on his shoulders but you wouldn't be able to look at him. 

You didn't know if he already had blood on his hands, and the chance that that he didn't allowed you to look him in the eyes. 

They were blue, like they had always been. But once they had reminded you of a warm summer day and a clear blue sky. Now they were cold, and hard, and mean.

[clummykiddo]

bullets part 4 (c.h.)

part one | part two | part three

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(warning: violence, guns)

he had been running after you, running, running, for what reason, you didn’t know. why you were running away, though, you had a pretty good idea. you had tripped, scolding yourself for being so stupid and following the actions of the movie characters in bad horror films. when a hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you back, you had attempted to scream, but nothing came out. he grabbed your forearms, hoisting you up and holding you tightly in front of him. his eyes weren’t the normal deep brown you had grown somewhat familiar with, but a dark black took over the entirety of them. you had attempted to scream, but nothing came out. 

he let go of one of your arms to pull a pistol out and hold it up between the two of you, before saying in a sinister, taunting voice, “where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” 

the ringing of your alarm brought you out of your dream ridden sleep, or more so, nightmare ridden. taking in a shaky breath, you rubbed your face and sat up, trying to remind yourself that it was just a dream. but something inside you told you that, if you weren’t careful, it might just become reality. 

you sat up reluctantly, throwing your legs over the side of your bed and making your way towards the shower with a towel and your undergarments in hand. you tried to scrub off all memories of that dream, scrub off all the dirt you felt was covering you, scrub off all the trouble you knew you were in. 

you walked back to your bedroom, drying your hair off as you stood in just your underwear and bra, picking out an outfit that suited the hot weather for the day. once you had gotten all changed and had your hair maintained, you began packing some things in your bag when you heard your phone buzz on your night table. 

glancing over at the screen, your eyes went wide at the message you’d gotten from calum. 

555-3475: Cute underwear. Come down and maybe I can see it for myself? 

you ran over to your window, gasping when you saw his car parked across the street, his sunglasses covering his eyes while he sat on the hood of the car, a smirk plastered on his face. 

the feeling of being watched, violated, horribly offended took over you, and you couldn’t help the anger that boiled in your blood that perhaps clouded your judgement, which should have told you to fear him in this moment. 

you dropped your phone on the floor with a clutter before storming down the hallway and out the door, down the stairs of your apartment. he noticed you walking out the door, immediately hopping off the hood and taking a step forward. 

“who the fuck do you think you are?” you cursed, reaching out with open palms and shoving his chest, though he was barely afflicted by your outburst. 

“calm down, sweet-” 

“don’t you dare call me sweetheart. do you even know my real name?” you spat through gritted teeth, taking another shove at his chest. you couldn’t help it, you felt like he was purposefully trying to push your buttons, trying to hurt you, which could have very well been the case. 

calum’s smirk at this point had dropped, a frown replacing it while his muscles tensed. you were about to take another jab at his abdomen when his hands caught your wrists, stopping you from proceeding with your actions and holding your arms captive. this was when your mind snapped back to your dream, this situation relating to it enough to drain the anger out of you and have fear immediately replace it. 

this sudden submission didn’t go unnoticed by calum, who had loosened his grip on your arms and, eventually, dropped them back to your sides once you seemed to have calmed down. 

neither of you said a word as the two of you stared at one another, a comfortable silence falling over you. to anyone who’d been watching from the sidelines, this probably seemed like a bad breakup scene from some chick flick. if only they knew exactly what kind of things you’d seen, or he’d seen. 

“let’s go.” he muttered quietly, breaking your intense gaze and walking around to his side of the car. 

“go where?” you asked stubbornly, crossing your arms and refusing to move a muscle until you’d been given some kind of heads up on what was to come. 

he tensed his jaw while his eyes narrowed sightly, he obviously was not used to being challenged, nor did he seem to like it. he made his way back around the car hood of the car to where you were standing, now close enough that you have to tilt your head to look him in the eye. “wherever i say, sweetheart. got it?” 

your blood boiled, a new anger rising inside of you, creeping it’s way to your hands which were now balled up in fists, taking control of your lungs as they rapidly pumped air in and out, and finally overcoming your mouth, as you let slip something you probably shouldn’t have. “no.”

“excuse me?” he retaliated, dropping his face so you were at eye level. 

you shook your head, taking a step back so he was no longer practically on top of you. you were tired of his trying frighten you. you were tired of being frightened. 

“no, calum. i’m done with this. i’m so sick of you thinking you have some kind of control over my life because, what, you have the power to kill me? hurt me? i don’t think so. you’re not going to do anything to me. you act like you’re some big, bad guy now. but i know who you are. i know who you were before you started putting on this act. so no, i’m not coming with you. i’m fucking done.” 

you couldn’t read calum’s reaction, his face seemed blank, like he was trying to decide how was going to go about your sudden outburst. you weren’t sure if you regretted it yet or not. but you had a feeling you might. 

it surprised you when a sudden smirk crossed his face, a small chuckle escaping his lips as his head dropped down, shaking in humor. he looked up at you with a slight glint in his eye, the anger still apparent on your face as he moved close to you, so close that your body was now pinned between the car and his own. it reminded you of the night this all started. 

your anger began to morph back into, not fear, but apprehension, as calum applied slightly more forced against your body. his hands slid from your shoulders, down the length of your arms, until they circled around your wrists and held them to the car as well.

you gasped when he leaned his head down to your ear and pressed his lips to your temple, your stomach instantly dropping in shock and confusion. you couldn’t predict his next move. he’d never... done this before. 

“(y/n),” he muttered before moving his head further down, pressing small kisses on your jaw, ear, and finally neck. your breathing had dramatically increased, his hot breath on your skin causing your eyes to close and fists to clench. it was when he began sucking on your neck that your eyes opened, and you hand’t decided if you wanted to push him away, though any attempts would be largely unsuccessful. 

you subconsciously tilted your head the opposite way, allowing him more access, to which he breathily laughed before continuing making his mark. you could feel him pulling the skin into his mouth, his teeth grazing slightly over the area before his tongue smoothed over it. he repeated this process until you felt the spot getting sore, now wincing once he had finished, allowing a popping sound to escape as he dropped the skin from his lips. he blew softly over the sensitive area, cooling it before leaning back to admire his work. 

you stared at him, taking in his expression. his gaze never met yours before he leaned back in, releasing one of your wrists and sliding his hand behind your neck, pulling you closer to him. you almost thought that he was going to kiss you, his eyes flickering between your own and your lips, until he diverted to your ear once again, saying lowly, “you don’t know the first thing about me.” 

part five