#lashton one shot series

[concreteburialplot]

Thank you @ladyveronikawrites & @sinkingteethinwhitenoise for the tags ! sorry this is so late lol😅

How many works do you have on AO3? 7

What’s your total AO3 word count? 168, 453 😅

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? In total in my life? 7; jonas brothers (nick) lol, [redacted], andy biersack (black veil brides), harry styles (one direction), 5sos (all members lol) but most recently austin butler & bad omens💗

What are your top 3 fics by kudos?

Forever Winter (Austin Butler) - 79

Virality (Bad Omens) - 61

Just an Intern (Austin Butler) - 29

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? i LOVE comments but I find myself not replying to them as much as i would like to/should simply bc my adhd 😭 but i really do love & appreciate them & i prob wouldn't keep writing without them 💗

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Ummm probably a one shot I wrote for the austin butler fandom called Worship. since i mainly write long series, i don't have many endings yet

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written? I haven't & I'm not sure I'd like to - maybe a crossover between Bad Omens & Chase Atlantic would be cool???

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Thankfully no, I'd prob cry lol. But I have gotten passive aggressive comments about how i write with OC's lol the people r not fans of OC's

Do you write smut? If so what kind? I do, usually its angsty smut. Though, I've been told I have a talent for making smut sad (like with a heavy sad undertone) & i'm quite proud of that. Smut isn't my favorite to write tho ngl, i kind of hate writing it lol its def not my strong suit

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but i'm not sure i'd be open to it.

What’s your all time favorite ship? ah thats hard, when i was younger i had so many (1d; larry, zarry / 5sos; lashton, malum) but right now it's def noah x nicholas

Whats a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? as @sinkingteethinwhitenoise said we had one that we never finished for a different fandom. i have a couple of bad omens one shots i abandoned, but again prob bc i'm not a one shot girlie

What are your writing strengths? definitely sad angst & dialogue lol i am a one trick pony

What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle a lot with descriptions in general and i personally think writing smut is a weakness for me

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I'd only ever be comfy with a bit of spanish but that's bc i know the language lol

What was the first fandom you wrote for? The Jonas Brothers lol I was a Nick girlie

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? my ongoing long series Forever Winter is definitely my favorite, its my baby and i've poured so much time, love, sweat & tears into it. It currently sits at 31 chapters, 84,965 words, 79 kudos and 3850 hits. i am extremely proud of it💗

tagging; I don't have many friends on here but i'll tag my bestest besties; @measuredingold & @trvshdxddy 💘

& anyone that wants to join please do! 💓

AO3 Fic Writer Game

I saw this floating around the tags and wanted to join in. I know our fandom is small, but we are mighty 👑

Please do not compare yourself to others works, you are amazing and unique! This was just for fun! Lady V loves you 💜

How many works do you have on AO3? 9

What’s your total AO3 word count? 53,459

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 2; Star Wars and Bad Omens

What are your top 3 fics by kudos?

Hotel Hijinks (My first BO fic) - 19

A Duet of Fates (my first fic ever)- 17

Dive (Day one of 30 Day of Bad Omens) - 16

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? All the time and pretty much immediately. I LIVE FOR THE COMMENTS!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? The Battle Within, was the darkest fic I've written. But my current WIP, Lost in the Concrete Jungle might be darker.

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written? I guess technically Lost in the Concrete Jungle is a loose crossover of Bad Omens and Star Wars. I'd count it lol. If you ever imagined the members of Bad Omens in the Star Wars Universe definitely check out Lost in the Concrete Jungle.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? No, thankfully not yet.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? Hell yeah, that's pretty much all I write. I write some kinky shit.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? God, I hope not .

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but I think it would be cool!

What’s your all time favorite ship? I gotta give it to Relyo for starting it all for me. The sequels changed my life.

Whats a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I could never leave something hanging, well at least I haven't experienced that yet. I have gone months without updating but so far I've finished all of my WIPs.

What are your writing strengths? I think some of my strengths are my creativity in different scenes and story line and dialogue. (i'm probably downplaying my strengths tbh)

What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle with conveying different emotions and I want to get better at stretching the scene with more desciptions. I want the experience to be immersive but it makes my brain hurt lol.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? If you know the language for it! I am only fluent in english so that's what I read and write.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? The first fandom was Star Wars, specifically prequel era with Anakin and Padme.

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? I know it says written as in past tense, but I am loving exploring Lost in the Concrete Jungle. My fav Bad Omens one shot though is Impolite. I did a lot of research on Service submission before starting and the fact that it has evolved into a poly situationship is really cool.

Feel free to join, no pressure tho!

Tag Team; @crimson-calligraphyx (InnocentCanCry) @sinkingteethinwhitenoise (cryingabtab) @measuredingold (markthegrave) @concreteburialplot (burninlove)

If I missed anyone that wants to join please do!

[gothluke]

“Even Though I’m Wifey, You Can Hit It Like a Sidechick”

“That’s pretty fucking good head for someone who wanted to wait until marriage,” Ashton grumbled.

Rating: E

TW: breeding k*nk (mentioned), soft!petplay, puppy!luke, smut, etc

Word Count: 1661

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38144923

[hemmoangel]

Dr. Gay Dreamboat Pt. 2

AN: Hiiii, tysm for reading the first part to this! I’m sorry that the chapters are so short, but the next one is going to be longer and the best yet!

Your support means the world to me, and I really hope every enjoys these silly little one shots, during this lashton drought...

Warnings: There will be smut and mentions of smut throughout the series! Bottom! Luke and top! Ashton, of course.  DO NOT READ IF YOU HATE GAY STUFF! Also, be sure to like a reblog if you enjoy! 

Be sure to follow me on here and on wattpad and ao3 @ twinkylukey

Here’s the link for ao3 if you prefer to read it there :) :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29210262/chapters/71751150

"That's for when we're alone in the break room"

It replayed over in Luke's head a million times— and distracted him from every patient. In fact, it was all the dumb blonde could think about. Ashton was informing one of the mothers about the vaccination their child was about to receive; Luke was supposed to be prepping the needle, but he started daydreaming again and ended up dropping the syringe onto the contaminated floor. This meant that he would have to leave Ashton's side and go all the way to the supply room— which, was much too far away from his dreamy doctor (the supply room was ten feet away from their current location).

The mother gave Luke an odd look, as if she were worried to see someone so dense working in the medical field. Luke couldn't blame her.

Ashton covered for him, "Ah, forgive Nurse Luke, here. He's afraid of needles too," He told the mum and her young son. The little boy looked up at Luke with wide eyes. Luke giggled awkwardly, flashing Ashton a grateful look.

"Yeah, that's true. Adults can be afraid of needles too!" Luke told the little boy. The little boy smiled.

"Just squeeze your mum's hand really tight. That's what I do, Nurse Luke," The boy explained, obviously feeling better about his own fear. Luke could even see his tears drying up.

"But, I don't have anyone's hand to squeeze. My mum's not here," Luke teased, mostly so Ashton would get the subtle hint. He wanted Ashton to hold his hand. He wanted Ashton to hold his hair while he took his cock down his throat.

"Don't worry, Luke. I'm a professional. I've given thousands of shots, so I'm pretty good at it. In fact, if you're ever in need of one, just call me," Ashton winked. Luke stared back, blinking. Did that mean what Luke thought it meant?

He quickly left the room, distracting himself with preparing the new needle.

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This sort of office flirting was beginning to get out of hand.

On a normal Wednesday, Ashton would make comments about Luke's choice of scrubs. He would say things like:

"Oh, that's a nice shade of blue. I really like the pinks scrubs though. It's nice that you take pride in how you look, even if you have to dress professionally for the office"

And Luke would forget how to breathe. It would leave the poor boy so flustered and confused. Him. The master, seductress, twink nurse would forget how to attract men. Perhaps, it was because this particular man was a bit older, and Luke knew he had a full bank account and a palace for a house. Maybe it was how his voice melted like honey or how he always seemed genuinely interested in everything Luke had to say. Either way, it was intoxicating, and it would always lead to fantasies of being taken care of.

Ashton had to be a dom after all. Ashton had to be interested after all. He wouldn't say all those flirty things if he weren't.

And of course, there were the days that kept Luke awake at night.

The blonde nurse would be making his daily iced coffee with way too much cream and sugar, and Ashton would let his hand rest on some part of his body as he reached around him to do the same. Usually, it was just his arm. Sometimes, it would be his shoulder. And then, it was his lower back, and Luke had to bite his lip to keep a moan restrained.

"You know, Lu, you're going to rot your teeth with all that sugar," Ashton smirked, peering over glasses that he had recently started wearing to work (another thing Luke had to look forward to). He had also taken up the habit of calling him Lu. Only close friends and ex-boyfriends called him that. It was different to hear it coming out of Ashton's mouth. It was as if it were meant to be there.

"Yeah, but the cream balances it out. It has like calcium or something. I like cream," Luke giggled, realizing the innuendo. Suddenly, he felt the newly familiar, warm hand over the small of his back. It was dangerously close to his bum. He was glad too because those scrubs were two sizes too small around his curvy waist and barely-there panties. They were (just like him) itching for the older man's attention.

"I don't really take cream...in my coffee," His hand was still firmly placed as he reached for the coffee pot diagonal from the nurse, "No sugar either. I get my sweets elsewhere."

Ashton's fingers burned hot, and for a split second—Luke could feel them beginning to circle. It was if they wanted to grab something. Luke squeezed his eyes shut, biting down hard to conceal a whiny moan that was threatening to escape.

"I, uh, I uh..." Luke flushed, desperate to find words.

"Hmm?" Ashton asked sweetly, as if he were degrading Luke, "Don't tell me that you don't like cream...all in your coffee. You must, considering those tight little scrubs you're wearing and how you basically throw yourself on me. You must be wanting something, huh Lu? Something...extra..."

"What?" Luke's mind hadn't caught up all the way. He was under the impression that he had fallen asleep during his lunch break. He stared at Ashton with big eyes, never wanting him to move his hands off of him. He gulped, finding that he was always fighting the urge to just sink to his knees and beg in the break room again.

"Mm, don't be coy. With your lollipop stealing and your constant glazed-over eyes," Ashton tsked. He ghosted his hand over Luke's hip, "But, I got work to do today, baby. It's real busy. You're gonna be busy too. You can come prove me right some time after work, hmm?"

"Y-Yes," Luke mewled instantly. There was nothing in his life that he had been more sure of.

"Good. I'll text you my address," Ashton smirked, "All you had to do was say, Lu. How do you think you got the job?" He asked rhetorically as he left the room with his coffee.

Luke gasped softly, lingering in the heat that Ashton left in his wake.

He couldn't be so flustered every time they were alone. He had to prove to Ashton that he was the perfect twink for him, and he knew just how he could finally seduce the handsome doctor.

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[idk-who-i-amm]

Master List

These are all of my 5sos fics I have written as "no_clue_who" on ao3

One Shots/Non serial works:

Love Story: Luke met Ashton the day before his 6th birthday, Luke got his first mark on his 6th birthday.

Or childhood best friend soulmate au. (lashton)

this is me trying: or Luke is broken during their break. (platonic)

If I Could Fly: or Luke is feeling so much and nothing at all. (platonic)

I'll be home for Christmas: The boys can finally travel home, but someone nearly doesn't make it (ot4)

Matter of time: (TW implied suicidal thoughts) Luke believes he is unworthy of Ashton's love (lashton)

peace: Sleepy Michael gets taken care of (ot4)

Lamb to Slaughter: (omegaverse) Luke is pregnant and his husband isn't the nicest, lucky there's a leg of lamb and a boyfriend to help him. (lashton)

One Shots/Non serial works (wlw):

complicated freak: (NSFW) Ashton can't take her girlfriend's outfit (lashton)

good girls: (NSFW) Calum is failing her classes, Michael is her girlfriend and they wanna fuck Luke. (malum + luke)

wildflower: (NSFW) it was supposed to be an innocent picnic (lashton)

Chaptered works:

Take Me Out (to the Ballgame): Luke Hemmings is the best pitcher on his team, he's happy there. He has a life with that team.

Everything changes when he gets traded to his teams rival, when he get traded to Ashton fucking Irwin's team.

He was so screwed.

(Tumblr Masterlist)

Wildest Dreams: (NSFW) “Come with me? Two weeks away from the city and the noise,” Ashton said, “Just us for two weeks far away from everything.”

“What?”

“Come on, some fun time away.” Ashton says, grabbing his keys, “We can just have some fun.”

(Tumblr Masterlist)

Series works:

Hurt!sos (on ao3)

Secrets for the Mad: (TW Eating Disorder)

Strong: (TW Chronic Pain)

Change my Mind: (TW Panic Attack)

Or how not to (on ao3)

Mum: (TW reference to abuse, both mental and physical, eating disorder and alcohol abuse) or how not to get a hug from your mom.

Human: (TW eating disorder and abuse references) Or how not to deal with abuse.

Kiss You: Or how not start a relationship

Delicate: or how not to have a first date

Safety Pin: or how not to talk about sex

Heart Attack: (NSFW) or how to seduce your boyfriend

Dress: (NSFW) Or how (not) to seduce your boyfriend again.

Boys Like You: or how not to deal with your gender.

Never Enough: (NSFW) or how to find a new favorite thing

Daylight: or how not to confess your feelings

Talk Fast: or how not to write a song about your relationship

Sweet Creature: or how not to figure out you are home

New Years Day: Or how not to throw a New Years eve party

Paper Rings: or how not to propose to your boyfriend

Red: or how not to dye your own hair.

Back in Black: or how not to dye your hair black

Drive: Or how not to make a solo album

You Matter to Me: Or how not to come out to your friends.

Wolves: or how not to adopt a dog.

Canyon Moon: or how not to do a family camping trip

Temporary Fix: (NSFW) or how not to calm down your husband

Better man: or gender isn't just two boxes

HYaMLC: or how not to throw a Christmas Party

Meet you There: or how not to plan a date

Complete Mess: (NSFW) or how not to do a late night performance

take care: or how not to start a tour

Leather Lover: (NSFW) or how not to deal with leather pants

Sugar Baby Luke (on ao3)

23k Magic: a whole new life

[mashtonasfuck]

mashtonasfuck’s masterlist

This work must not be reposted anywhere - I do not give my permission for it to appear anywhere other than on my blog, or on my ao3 page.

updated 23/06/2021

* denotes smut

Ashton

one shots

when in rome - Photographer!Ashton takes a photo of reader in an art gallery in Rome (gender neutral self-insert)

blurbs

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Cashton

series

Be Scared With Me * - Calum sees Ashton at a uni party and decides to shoot his shot (mini masterlist) [on-going]

Eyes Open * - Calum asks Ashton to make sure you keep your eyes open (gender neutral reader) [on-going]

part 1

one shots

get down on your knees and tell me you love me * - Ashton throws a party for halloween and confuses Calum

there’s a ghost in the back of this room - Calum is a ghost in Ashton’s house

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Lashton

one shots

Old Scars/Future Hearts - Ashton and Luke meet for coffee

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Mashton

series

come with the starry beams, my love - Michael and Ashton met when they were children. Things are about to change for them in ways that neither of them ever suspected [on-going]

part 1

blurbs

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OT4

series

Continuum - Luke, Michael, Calum and Ashton have been on Earth since the Beginning. This is their story. (mini masterlist) [on-going]

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[pixiegrl]

Lashton 20? 🥺 Please and thank you!

Hello anon! This was a prompt for Lashton with, “I’m still in awe of you.” I, uh, originally had an idea to write this as a wedding scene for Lashton but then I wrote that lingerie Luke piece and this became the second part of that series. So, I hope you still enjoy it! (Shout out to @bourgeoix who lost her mind in her texts to me after I sent her the google doc)

On ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/26578627

Luke’s set up his vanity for the evening, getting ready to put on his makeup when Ashton comes in to ask him. Luke loves the vanity mirror. It’s a decent size, a full table with a three fold mirror and drawers, with a bench for sitting at. It was a gift from Ashton when Luke had first moved in, somewhere for him to do his makeup. Luke had been cautious using it at first, scared of using the vanity for its intended purpose. He’s grown over the years though, free and more secure in himself, in his own sexuality and gender presentation and the vanity reflects it now. It’s overflowing, baskets and cups filled with brushes and makeup and lipstick tubes, organized by colors. There are two jewelry boxes off to the side, filled to the brim with rings and bracelets and earrings. Luke has a little dish too, shaped like a flower and pink colored, where he keeps his favorite pieces out and ready for use. There’s a small row of perfume bottles, bought from the various countries they’ve toured in lined up at the front. The mirror is covered in pictures too, various candid shots of him, Michael, Calum, and Ashton from over the years. The vanity feels more lived in now, just as important to their room as their bed is. It’s where Luke goes to get ready, where he goes to feel pretty. It’s even covered in fairy lights now, wrapped around the top and casting everything in a soft pale glow.

Luke’s setting up for the evening, getting ready to put on his makeup for his date with Ashton. He’s hung the dress he’s planning to wear up on the outside of their closet. It’s beautiful, long and gauzy, layers of flowing pink fabric covered in tiny rosebuds, with a small bow on the waist, puffy sheer sleeves that bellow out too. It’s low cut in the front, a deep V, covered from shoulders to wait in big fabric roses, 3D and soft to the touch, with matching roses at the wrists as well. He’s even bought a new pair of heels to go with it, pink heels with big roses on the toes. Luke had seen it online, immediately breathless seeing it. It’s the first dress he’s ever bought. Something about the dress had felt right, that this one had to be the first that Luke could wear. He hasn’t put it on yet, determined that he won’t wear it till he’s done his makeup and put on the lingerie and is ready for the date. He wants to feel perfect and elegant before he dares to put it on. 

He’s already put the lingerie on, wanting to wear it while he does his makeup. He wants to get into the moment, to feel on the outside the way he feels inside right now. It’s a pink lacy piece, the cups of the bra covered in little florals to match the panties and garter belt. There’s thin straps of lace over the top of the cups, little bows on the place with line straps meet the straps of the bra. The panties and garter belt are nothing but floral lace, practically see through and making Luke look tanner than he is with how pale it all is. He’s hooked the garter belt to the knee high sheer pink stockings holding everything up and together. He knows from looking at the dress and looking at the bra that the lace of it will be exposed by the edge of the dresses front, cut low and far enough to the side to give a tantalizing view of what’s on underneath. It makes Luke feel delicate and sensual knowing that he’ll have to sit through dinner with just the barest hint of lace peeking out. 

Luke’s just clipped his hair back, getting his curls out of his face so he can start applying his foundation and powder when the bedroom door opens. Ashton pokes his head in, smiling when he catches Luke’s eye in the mirror.

“Hi Love,” Ashton says, slipping into the room, coming up behind Luke and bending down to press a kiss to his bare shoulder. Luke giggles, turning his face up to Ashton, so he can get a kiss. Ashton more than happily presses a kiss to Luke’s lips, deepening the kiss slightly, running his fingers along the edge of the lace bra. He’s just dipped a hand into the cup to brush against Luke’s nipple when Luke pulls back.

“You said you wanted to take me out tonight. You can’t start taking off my clothing now,” Luke laughs, tugging at Ashton’s hand to gently tap his fingers along the back of his hand. Ashton huffs, collapsing next to Luke on the vanity bench. He rests his forehead on Luke’s shoulder.

“But you look so good.”

“Well then you have to wait. You have to earn it. Now let me get ready,” Luke says, moving to pick up his foundation and sponge again.

Ashton tilts his head, catching Luke’s eyes in the mirror, “Can I watch you put your makeup on?”

Luke smiles softly at the reflection, “Of course you can, darling.”

Ashton smiles, pressing another kiss to Luke’s shoulder and sitting up straight. The bench barely fits the two of them on it, but Ashton seems unwilling to move and Luke finds he doesn't want Ashton to get up. It feels more intimate, pressed together on the bench from hip to thigh. Luke picks up the foundation, putting some on the sponge and dabbing it onto his face, sealing it all with powder. Ashton taps his hand when he’s done, holding up a dark rose pink eyeshadow. Luke smiles, takes the eyeshadow and a brush. He dabs the brush into eyeshadow, sweeping it over his lid. He sweeps it upward, trying to make something of a cateye like curve to the shadow so he has a place for his eyeliner line to go later. When he’s satisfied with the eyeshadow, he turns back to his palettes and finds one filled with soft, muted browns. He finds a light brown, brushing it into the crush of his eyelid, following the curve of the pink shadow. He dabs some of the light shimmery white onto his brow bone, satisfied when it catches the light as he turns his head, sparkling in the light.

It’s easy after that, tracing his eyeliner into his upper lid, creating a cat eye at the edge of his eyes with the black liquid liner, putting two coats of mascara on to lengthen and darken his eyelashes. He can see Ashton watching him in the mirror, expression open and full of wonder as he watches Luke put each layer of makeup on, paint on the person he is in on the inside on the outside. He feels better with each layer, more at home in his skin. He feels more like Luke, elegant and ethereal like this, getting to admire himself in the mirror, dolled up and framed in pink. Luke pulls the clips out of his hair, running his fingers through his curls to tousle them and creating something softer and dreamier than he usually wears.

Ashton smiles in the mirror, pressing another kiss to Luke’s shoulder, right at this collarbone when Luke meets his eyes. Luke giggles, giving him a halfhearted swat that Ashton easily dodges, laughing the whole time. He passes Luke the blush he’s already set out, the same soft pink as the dress. Luke takes it, dusting it onto his cheekbones, turning his head to make sure he’s touched all the parts of his face and that it catches the light from all angles. He grabs the tube of NARS “Roman Holiday” lipstick, carefully tracing his lips with it, filling them in till their pink and shiny. 

Luke turns to face Ashton, smiling at him, “Pick out some jewelry for me? I want to put the dress on first.”

Ashton nods, moving to reach for the box Luke keeps on the vanity. Luke stands up swiftly, all long legs and loose limbs, smiling when he hears Ashton take a sharp breathe in. It’s still thrilling to know that Luke can have that kind of effect on Ashton, leave him breathless and wanting. 

Luke peels the sleeves of the dress off the hanger, admiring the softness of the dress. It’s bellowly and delicate, falling in a pool when Luke lowers it to step in and pulls it up his body.  It goes up easily, soft against his skin, the folds of the skirt draping down around him. He feels Ashton come up behind him, zip the back of the dress up without Luke asking, keeping his fingers on Luke’s spine as Luke adjusts the bow at the waist, the neckline, and the sleeves.

Luke turns to face Ashton, smiling. He lets Ashton lead him over to the vanity table to show him what jewelry he’s picked out. There’s a pair of floral earrings, long enough to brush Luke’s shoulders, little gold blossoms dotted with pink gems. There’s a thin gold chain bracelet with the little heart charm, a present to match the gold heart necklace Ashton’s also laid out. Luke’s a little surprised to see that Ashton hasn’t picked a ring for him to wear, but he doesn’t think much of it as he slips on the earrings, turns to Ashton to let him help clasp the bracelet on, hands him the necklace so that Ashton can clasp it in the back.

Luke watches himself in the wear, admiring the way the dress looks up close. The dress is better than anything Luke could have imagined. The bow pulls him in enough to create the illusion of a narrower waist, the flowers of the top and the lace of the sleeves serving to soften him, blur the sharp lines of his body. He was right about the neckline though; it dips just enough for the edges of the lace bra to peek out when he moves, just a hint of what’s underneath. The earrings just barely brush against the roses at his shoulders and the heart of the necklace sits nicely at his throat. He feels beautiful and perfect like this, feels ethereal and angelic like this.

He tilts his face up to look at Ashton. Ashton’s watching him in the mirror, brows creased slightly.

“Ash, sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“You look so beautiful, but there’s something missing,” Ashton whispers.

Ashton looks down at Luke, clasping his hand. Slowly, he reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out a ring box. Luke loses all the air in his lungs as he watches Ashton slowly sink to one knee in the reflection. Luke whips around looking down to where Ashtons is now, kneeling on the floor, holding open the ring box with both hands, visibly shaking. Luke can feel the tears forming at the corner of his eyes, is trying very hard to avoid touching his own face and ruin the makeup he’s already put on. He can feel that his own hands are shaking terribly too. He’s never felt more connected to Ashton than he does in this moment.

“Luke, sweetheart. I love you, I’m in awe of everything that you’ve ever done, I’m still in awe of you and everything you do, even now after all these years and I think I’ll continue to be in awe of you no matter what you do. You never fail to amaze me, you’re constantly surprising me and taking my breath away. I can’t imagine my life without you, can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else, but you. I was going to wait till we were at dinner, I wanted to do this over dessert, to tell the world how I feel about you. I had a whole speech planned, memorized it even. But seeing you in this dress, sitting here? I can’t remember anything of all those perfect words I wanted to say to you. All I know is that I love you. You’re the better half of me, the perfect half of me. I love waking up next to you every morning, getting to make you coffee and have you talk me into coming back to bed. I love getting to play music with you everyday, getting to hear you sing even when you think I can’t hear you. I love seeing how soft and caring you are with Petunia. I love teaching you how to cook, but I love making you dinner more, getting to watch you glow with happiness over it. I love you in all the ways you are, whether it’s the Luke Hemmings on stage in his leather pants and silk shirts, or the Luke Hemmings sitting here in dresses and lingerie, or the Luke Hemmings somewhere in between. I want to keep learning you and I want you to keep learning me. Luke, darling, love of my life, will you marry me?”

Luke can feel the tears caught at the corner of his eyes, threatening to spill out. He can’t do much more than nod, can’t find the words to tell Ashton what he means. They’re all caught in his throat trapped between his broken sob of love and happiness. Luke’s shaking, overwhelmed with his love and devotion to Ashton, to the wonderful man in front of him that he can barely say more than a yes to Ashton’s question. 

Ashton’s face breaks into a grin as he scrambles, hands still trembling to pull the ring from the box and slide it onto Luke’s own shaking ring finger. It’s a beautiful ring, rose gold band designed to look like a tree branch, with an opal set in the middle. It’s so uniquely Ashton, so clearly picked out specifically for Luke that he can’t seem to express how happy and grateful he is. Instead, he mentions for Ashton to bend down, wrapping his fiancé into a hug, whispering over and over how much he loves Ashton. 

They stay like that for a while, wrapped in each other breathing out their love into each other’s ears until they have to stop to catch their breaths, as Ashton presses soft kisses to whatever available skin he can find of Luke. 

“Now, can I undress you?” Ashton teases, grazing his teeth over the spot behind Luke’s ear that’s always been extra sensitive. Luke moans softly, melting a little into Ashton’s touch, weak from the emotional nature of what just happened. 

“No, you may not. I want to go to dinner and show off my new ring to everyone who will look and make you propose in front of everyone, so we can get a free dessert and everyone will know that you’re mine and I’m yours. And then you can take me home and unwrap me,” Luke says, letting Ashton press a few more kisses to his jawline, rubbing his thumb over Luke’s nipples, knowing it’s where he’s sensitive. Luke feels his eyelids flutter, but he refuses to give in. 

“Please sweetheart? I can’t wait that long.” 

“I paid good money for this dress and I want you to show me off. I want to be the center of attention. And we have to call Michael and Calum and tell them the good news,” Luke insists. Ashton huffs, but pulls back, snagging the heels from where they’re sitting next to the bed. He gets down on one knee again, pulling up the edge of Luke’s skirt to slide each heel on, pressing a kiss to Luke’s ankles. Luke giggles at the gesture, touched by the softness of it. 

Ashton leans down, hand on the edge of the vanity, bracketing Luke in to press a soft kiss to his lips. Luke smiles into the kiss, running his fingers through the back of Ashton’s hair. 

Ashton hums, “I guess that’s acceptable, love. You do look gorgeous like this. The whole world deserves to see my fiancé like this.” 

Luke grins, tingling all over as he lets Ashton pull him to his feet, pressing a kiss to the back of his left hand, squeezing it gently. Luke blushes. He feels full and happy and ethereal. He feels whole, standing here in this room with Ashton, he’s fiancé, getting to be the person he’s always wanted to be. He feels. Loved.

[honeyedlashton]

do you intend to write a lashton demon!ashton & angel!Luke au someday?? because i love ur writing ♡

Omfg thank you!! I haven’t really thought about writing one yet, but now that the idea is planted, it’s got my imagination stirring. I know that twinkylukey made a really amazing series of one shots a while back, so of course if you want one immediately, I DEFINITELY recommend!! But yeah, I’ll get on the angel/demon bandwagon, cause tbh that sounds absolutely perfect!!

[tirednotflirting]

but we were something, don't you think so?

vaguely based on ‘the one’ by taylor swift and also my walk home on an afternoon in july last year

also i asked helen if my writing lashton card gets revoked if i write something sad. will report back on what she decides.

(i apologize now for the tense issues in this i am still Learning how to not do that but i think it’s pretty obvious what takes place in the present and what does not)

oh and here is the ao3 link !

It’s a blazing hot early afternoon in July when Luke sees Ashton for the first time in over a year. 

(It’s been 13 months and 12 days since he last saw Ashton. It was on a cooler day in early May and he had been wearing the blue sweater. The one that made the green in his eyes stand out more than normal. But Luke likes to pretend he doesn’t keep track of that so consistently.)

It had been a good morning. Luke opened at the office that day so he had the privilege of making the first pot of coffee, getting to experience the rich smell filling the space while he responded to emails and voicemails. He had a brief chat with his favorite mail delivery person about their plans for the weekend and the renovations happening in the bathroom down the hall. His boss assigned him a list of names to call to discuss their fall registration complications. The time passed quickly with the phone chatter and two cups of coffee out of his favorite mug.

His replacement for the afternoon shift showed up on time for once and he shouted his goodbyes out as he left the office. He was eager to get back to the apartment he shared with Calum so they could head to the store and grab drinks and snacks for the concert in the park they had decided to attend that night. Last time they had gone to the event just the three of them, he had let Michael and Calum do the drink run and they ended up deciding that Jello shots were to be the drink of choice and all of the families attending gave them disappointed looks the whole night.

Luke walks through campus, his t shirt sticking to him a bit in the heat, and catches up on the texts he had missed from his mom and brothers. He takes a moment to appreciate the serenity of his university campus when it’s all empty in the summer, the only other people around being the occasional professor or a local family taking a walk with sunhats and a stroller. 

He’s just gotten a text from Calum asking when he’ll be back at their apartment and Luke is responding with an estimated time of arrival, factoring in the time it should take for him to grab an iced coffee on the way, when he looks up once he reaches the street corner. He’s only meaning to check for cars and to see how many seconds are left before he can cross when he sees him. 

Luke didn’t expect the way his heart would drop straight into his stomach when he saw Ashton again. Didn’t expect the way the message on his phone (one important to respond to unless he wants to get plastered off of vodka and Jello in public again) would be completely dismissed when he saw the black curls of the man who had made him feel like everything. The way his fingers felt like they were on fire. 

He also never expected Ashton to lock eyes with him the first time they saw each other again. 

But oddly enough, he is.

Two things flood into Luke’s mind then. The first is that Ashton doesn’t look bad. He’s got his hands shoved into black jeans that aren’t at all appropriate for the current weather. His hair is longer than he had kept it in quite some time, tied back into a tiny bun that rests just above the tattoo at his neck that he had gotten junior year (Luke still remembers his hand being sore for a couple of days because of how tightly Ashton had gripped it while the gun buzzed along his tanned skin). And his calm gaze holds Luke’s in a way that he had only just recently stopped craving four times a day at least.

The second thing that comes to mind is a day from two years earlier, probably almost exactly two years (if it wouldn’t nearly physically pain him to see their happy, drunken smiles from that day, Luke would have thought later to look through his camera roll to check if he was right). 

*

Ashton had only officially asked Luke to be his boyfriend about a month prior, just after finals ended. It was the summer after Luke’s freshman year, the summer he started working his campus office job that allowed him a reason to stay in the city with his friends and his boyfriend. One of Calum’s older sister’s friends needed to rent out her room for the summer and Luke’s advisor had offered him the job. It was a perfect storm. 

After work one day in June, Luke headed back toward the student apartments to Ashton’s building, his smile lazy but bright as he headed into a weekend and his boyfriend’s home. It was still very new, his relationship with Ashton, but it felt very big, very important. If he wasn’t so high on his love for the curly haired philosophy major and the feeling of being in the city in the summer, he might have taken the time to think a bit more critically about what it meant to dive in so deep with someone so fast. But then he felt a breeze in the air and the sun shining on his face, and he figured that was something to worry about on another day. Things were really good.

He punches the door code at the front of the building and climbs the stairs two at a time up two floors. When he turns out of the stairwell, he grasps the handle to the first door on the right, left unlocked since he was expected that afternoon. 

“Honey, I’m home?” he calls out as he pulls at the laces on his Converse so he can leave them at the shoe rack before continuing into the cozy space. The coziness of the place felt a little odd for June, a candle that smelled like Christmas burning somewhere based on the mix of the smell of sugar cookies and pine that meets Luke’s nose as he hangs his backpack on his designated hook. But that was Ashton, always curating his spaces to feel what he wanted. During one of the first few times they had hung out the previous January, Ashton had insisted on popsicles. It was one of the things Luke felt himself already loving about him.

Luke frowns at the lack of response to his greeting and makes his way down the hall to the kitchen, his sock-covered feet sliding a bit on the wood floor. He turns into the kitchen and finds that the cookie smell had been due not to a candle but real life cookies that were cooling on a rack on the counter behind a headphone-clad Ashton. Luke laughs quietly to himself, wondering what the occasion was as he continues through the space and checks to make sure there’s nothing hot or sharp in his boyfriend’s hands before wrapping his arms around his waist. He lets his hands clasp together at his stomach and huffs out a giggle when he feels him jump with surprise.

Ashton uses his free hand not holding a spatula to pull his headphones off his head, hanging them from one of the cabinet handles. He leaves the utensil in the bowl and turns in Luke’s arms to face him, his arms wrapping around the blonde’s neck. ���Hey you,” he beams, his arms tightening some to pull Luke closer to brush their lips together in greeting. Luke notes to himself that he must have been sampling his cookie dough from the sugar against his own lips now. “Didn’t hear you come in.”

“Seems like you were busy,” Luke smiles, moving one of his hands from Ashton’s back to gesture to the kitchen. 

Ashton lights up, his dimples deepening as he smiles. “Oh, yeah! Wanted snacks for the show tonight.”

A confused look drops to Luke’s face. “Didn’t remember that we bought tickets for something tonight? Where is it at?”

“We don’t have tickets for anything. There’s this free concert series at the park that I thought would make a wonderful Friday night date night and I am determined to continue wooing you. So I bought pink wine and I’m making cookies.”

Luke releases his arms from his waist then, moving to the side to dip his finger into the cookie dough to taste it. “Consider me wooed. That sounds lovely.”

He’s ushered out of the space to sit at the counter then so Ashton can continue working. He’s given a glass of lemonade and tells Ashton all about his day, about the students who came into the office for help with registration things and the dogs that he saw on his walk to campus. Luke gets Ashton to talk some about what they’re going to and it’s apparently Ashton’s favorite part of the summer. He goes into a story about a sweet dog and baby he got to meet when sharing a beer with some dad at one of the shows the previous summer.

“It’s funny because last summer it was my favorite thing to do with just me,” Ashton starts as he packs the cookies into plastic bags to put in a tote with the wine that he’s already poured into plastic bottles (glass wasn’t allowed at the park). “But I got the email about the set for tonight and I don’t know, I think it could be nice if this becomes our thing in the summer, you know?”

He turns up to look for a response from Luke and is met with the likely hilariously bright blush that Luke feels creeping up to paint across his cheeks and nose. He giggles to himself and raises his brows at the blonde as he packs some strawberries and cherries away to take with them as well. “I’ll take that as a good response to the idea then?”

Luke bites at his lip as he smiles. “That sounds incredible.”

They take the bus to the park. The sky is just dipping into golden hour as they dance their way to where the other attendees have their blankets set up for the evening. Luke makes Ashton stop his skipping for just a moment, claiming he needs him to stand still and smile for a lock screen picture, please. They find a good spot next to a group of women who brought their dogs and boxed wine and immediately start telling them how cute of a couple they are. Luke blushes fiercely as Ashton kisses his cheek, resulting in a chorus of squeals from their neighbors. They introduce themselves and the dogs and it’s really all something out of a film, Luke thinks.

They chat about work and summer courses some more and exchange stories from their younger years they have yet to share while sipping wine from plastic cups. Ashton lets Luke feed him cookies and they listen to the women tell stories from their many years of coming to the shows there. Luke sits between Ashton’s legs as they listen, gentle and thankful smiles on their faces, and Ashton reaches for one Luke’s hands, weaving their fingers together and resting them against Luke’s lap. 

The sun sets further and the music starts. They thank their new friends for the stories and smile respectfully, blushes on both of their faces hidden in the twilight when the women request invitations to their wedding. Ashton is stunned silent (a rare occurrence, really) so Luke makes sure to tell them he’ll add them to the guest list. 

It’s during the main set that Luke realizes he wants to live in this night for the rest of his life maybe. His back is against the chest of the first boy he’s ever loved, his body rising and falling just slightly with Ashton’s breathing and singing and laughter. The hazel eyed boy has one arm wrapped securely around Luke’s waist while the other lifts the water bottle of rose to his lips every so often. Luke finds that he feels so safe in that moment, like because of this night, nothing in the world could ever hurt him because he feels so high up in the air. He feels Ashton tilt his head some to place his lips against Luke’s neck, and he just never wants this to end.

Eventually it does though, of course. They fold up their blanket, smiles on their faces after the band closed with a cover of one of their favorite songs. Goodbyes and promises to meet up at the next show are made as their new friends wander off. Luke jokes that he’ll have to tell his mom about how easily the pair of them are able to make company with women like her friends. On the bus back to the apartment complex, Ashton sleepily leans against Luke and the blonde cards his fingers through his hair, smiling at the bright, fruity scent of Ashton’s cologne he keeps catching a whiff of. 

They stumble into the apartment, slightly tipsy off the wine and each other, only pausing to brush their teeth and change into something more comfortable to sleep in before falling into Ashton’s bed. They face each other and Luke kisses at Ashton’s laughter lines as their legs tangle together. 

“God,” Ashton bites his lip against a smile as he lifts a hand to cup Luke’s cheek, his thumb stroking across his cheekbone. “I have no idea what good I did to deserve you.”

“Glad we’re on the same page,” Luke sighs as he leans into the warm hand on his cheek. “I think I might love you. Is that okay?”

Before responding, Ashton lifts his chin slightly to press his lips to Luke’s forehead. They breathe in unison for a moment before he moves to look Luke in the eye. “Only if it’s okay that I might love you.”

Sleep finds them quickly after their (almost, maybe) confessions.

*

The memory fades out like a fog when Ashton’s eyes pull away from Luke’s when the signal changes for Ashton to cross the street taking him in the opposite direction. Luke finds himself unable to tell if he wants the black-haired boy to turn back to face him or not. He’s not sure which action would break his heart apart more. As he watches him walk into the crosswalk, he feels another memory, this one quite the opposite feeling to the first, start to creep into the edges of his brain but he finds himself able to push that one down (thankfully).

He takes a deep breath as he watches Ashton continue down the street, not once looking back to see if Luke is still looking at him. And when his own walk sign lights up, it takes Luke just a moment to get his feet to start moving again as one single thought fills his mind so many times it feels like it’s blocking his vision.

If one thing happened different, would everything be different today?

He crosses the street then and continues down in that direction, deciding to take just a slightly longer route so his feet don’t have to take any of the same path as his ex-lover. He sighs then but as he feels a somewhat nostalgic summer breeze cool his face, Luke pulls his phone out to text the group message to ask if they want to help him make sugar cookies to take along with them to the park.

(That night, for just a moment, he swears he sees Ashton again a few picnic blankets away, his head tucked into the neck of another boy with curly hair. But then the boy sits up to laugh at something the other has said and Luke realizes it isn’t his past love. But the odd sense of hopefulness he had felt for the couple when he thought it was Ashton tells him that maybe one day he’ll really feel okay.)

*

[devilatmydoor]

Rules: It’s time to love yourself. Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. Tag as many writers/artist/etc. you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

thank you @redrattlers for tagging me in this, lysm bb 🥰💕🖤

immortal (Vampire!Lashton fic) - this fic has been on my mind for A WHILE and I wasn’t sure if people would be interested in it! it is my first 1.supernatural fic. 2. fic with the boys together! I was so quick to tell myself I couldn’t do it justice until I easily wrote 1.1k in Lashton smut 👀

love is fatal (Tattoo artist & Peircer!Calum AU) - i took almost a year break from tumblr, i randomly went on and off tumblr to check in with the fandom. so i hadn’t written ANYTHING regarding the boys in almost that long and then i got the idea for LIF and I ran with it. the story is so close to my heart and i am #1 calronica stan/shipper. 

being known is being loved (Luke x reader one shot) - this was SUPPOSED to be a blurb right? it turned into a one shot within moments because I kept getting ideas for Luke! i LOVE writing for luke and i wrote it in less then 48 hours and I am still s h o o k 

moodboards ; element series & HP5SOS series - i only starting making moodboard’s this year?? i never thought in my wildest dreams i’d be good at it (even though i am mediocre at best) but i absolutely love making them. the element series was so fun because there were 4 and 4 boys so it was a no brainer and the hp 5sos series was actually lowkey very difficult to decide because 1. they can all go in each!!! 2. finding pictures was not as easy as I expected it to be lol

reader insert requests - i’ve never written reader insert one shots/blurbs until this YEAR and for some unkown reason everyone loves them?? im still very confused by it 

i am going to tag the amazing content creators on this hellsite i adore @sublimehood @spicycal @irwinkitten @lashtonswildflower @notinthesameguey @blackbutterfliescal @sexgodashton @5-secondsofcolor @maluminspace @mashlums @i-like-5sos (so sorry if i forgot anyone i blank out EVERYTIME i tag people i love you all sm) 

[alltimesos]

Heyyyy

I’m leaving requests open until tomorrow! So if you have any requests for blurbs, moodboards, one shots or my series A Long Way or my Poly!Lashton series, send them my way!

💕💕💕💕

[wickedwhing]

Thank you, Kassie ( @yes-kassiopeia ) and Nikki ( @lashtondaydream ) for tagging me :D

RULES – Bold the statements that are true & tag 15 people

APPEARANCE

I am over 5′5″ / I wear glasses/contacts / I have blond hair / I wear sweatshirts a lot / I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing / I have one or more piercings / I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair / I have gotten plastic surgery / I have or had braces / I sunburn easily / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / I am pleased with how I look (my clothes but not my body) / I prefer Nike to Adidas / I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport / I can play an instrument / I am artistic / I know more than one language / I have won a trophy in some sort of competition / I can cook or bake without a recipe / I know how to swim (not that good tho) / I enjoy writing / I can do origami / I prefer movies to TV shows (I actually prefer both) / I can execute a perfect somersault / I enjoy singing / I could survive in the wild on my own / I have read a new book series this year (I just read fanfics this year) / I enjoy spending time with friends / I travel during school or work breaks / I can do a handstand

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss / I have gotten drunk / I have told a crush I like them / I havetravelled outside of the country / I have flown on an airplane / I have stayed awake for more than 48 hours / I have had a near-death experience / I have caught something on fire/ I have performed in a talent show (kinda) / I have shot a gun / I have been on TV / I have gone scuba diving / I have broken a bone / I have slow-danced / I have gone on a shopping spree

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship / I have been single for over a year / I have a crush / I have a best friend/ I have known a friend for over ten years / I have a brother / I have dated my best friend / I am adopted / My crush has confessed to me / I have had a long-distance relationship / I am an only child / I give advice to my friends / I have made an online friend / I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell / I have watched the sun rise / I enjoy rainy days/ I have slept under the stars (when I was a kid and I would liketo do it again) / I meditate outside / The sound of chirping calms me / I enjoy the smell of the beach / I know what snow tastes like / I listen to music to fall asleep / I enjoy thunderstorms / I enjoy cloud watching / I have attended a bonfire / I pay close attention to colors / I find mystery in the ocean / I enjoy hiking on nature paths /Autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle / I am the mom friend / I live by a certain quote / I like the smell of Sharpies Promarkers / I am involved in extracurricular activities / I enjoy Mexican food / I can drive stick-shift  (8D) / I have memorized an entire song in a day / I believe in true love / I dream up scenarios to fall asleep / I sing in the shower / I wish I lived in a video game / I have a canopy above my bed / I am multi-racial / I am a redhead / I own at least three dogs (I only have one dog right ow but I’d like to have more soon) / I am LGB

I tag: @lashtondecode @drinkmeorleaveme @artsyharreh @lashton-in-red @lashtons-littlethings

[yes-kassiopeia]

Thank you Nikki ( @lashtondaydream ) for tagging me ;)

RULES – Bold the statements that are true & tag 15 people

APPEARANCE

I am over 5′5″ / I wear glasses/contacts / I have blond hair / I wear sweatshirts a lot / I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing / I have one or more piercings / I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair / I have gotten plastic surgery / I have or had braces / I sunburn easily / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / I am pleased with how I look (my clothes but not my body) / I prefer Nike to Adidas / I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport / I can play an instrument / I am artistic / I know more than one language / I have won a trophy in some sort of competition / I can cook or bake without a recipe / I know how to swim / I enjoy writing / I can do origami / I prefer movies to TV shows / I can execute a perfect somersault / I enjoy singing / I could survive in the wild on my own / I have read a new book series this year / I enjoy spending time with friends / I travel during school or work breaks / I can do a handstand

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss / I have gotten drunk / I have told a crush I like them / I have travelled outside of the country / I have flown on an airplane / I have stayed awake for more than 48 hours / I have had a near-death experience / I have caught something on fire/ I have performed in a talent show (kinda) / I have shot a gun / I have been on TV / I have gone scuba diving / I have broken a bone / I have slow-danced / I have gone on a shopping spree

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship / I have been single for over a year / I have a crush / I have a best friend/ I have known a friend for over ten years / I have a brother / I have dated my best friend / I am adopted / My crush has confessed to me / I have had a long-distance relationship / I am an only child / I give advice to my friends / I have made an online friend / I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell / I have watched the sun rise / I enjoy rainy days/ I have slept under the stars / I meditate outside / The sound of chirping calms me / I enjoy the smell of the beach / I know what snow tastes like / I listen to music to fall asleep / I enjoy thunderstorms / I enjoy cloud watching / I have attended a bonfire / I pay close attention to colors / I find mystery in the ocean / I enjoy hiking on nature paths /Autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle / I am the mom friend / I live by a certain quote / I like the smell of Sharpies Promarkers / I am involved in extracurricular activities / I enjoy Mexican food / I can drive stick-shift  (8D) / I have memorized an entire song in a day / I believe in true love / I dream up scenarios to fall asleep / I sing in the shower / I wish I lived in a video game / I have a canopy above my bed (only at my parents’) / I am multi-racial (i’m bi-national, but not multi racial, does it count?) / I am a redhead / I own at least three dogs / I am LGBT

i tag: @lleatherlashton @lashtons-world @its-the-lashton-session @lashton-all-the-way @luke-ashton-lashton-5sos @drinkmeorleaveme

[cliffyluke]

Masterlist re-post

**Blurbs/Drabbles

TEXTING AUs

Daddy!5SOS

Agreeing On A Baby - Ashton//Calum//Luke//Mikey

Telling Him You’re Pregnant - Lashton//Malum

He Has Trouble With The Crib - Ashton//Calum//Luke//Mikey

Pregnancy Texts - Ashton//Calum//Luke//Mikey

You Go Into Labor While He’s Away - Ashton//Calum//Luke//Mikey

He’s Away From You And The Baby - Ashton//Calum//Luke//Mikey

He Bakes; The Fire Department Is Called - Cashton//Muke

All

You Make Him Sleep On The Couch - Lashton//Malum

You Get Your Period At A Party - Lashton// Malum

He’s Sick And Feeling Needy - Cashton//Muke

You Have To Spend Christmas Apart - Cashton//Muke

You Accidentally Send A Racy Pic To The Wrong Boy - All

Drunk New Years Eve Texts - All

He Admits To You Giving Him A Boner - All

Bath Bomb - Muke

He Finds Out You Faked An Orgasm - Malum//Lashton

Accidentally Sending Them A Pic Of Your Wedding Dress - All

His Comfort After A Break Up Ends In Him Telling You He Likes You - All

Accidentally Sending Him Messages About Him - All

Ashton

You Find A Scavenger Hunt He Set Up Around The House

You Break Up Before Tour But He Misses You

You Leave His Shirt/Jacket Smelling Like You

He Hurts You During Sex And Wont Stop Apologizing For It

Calum

Night Before Your Wedding

Getting Him A Puppy For Christmas

Bad Boy Calum Gets Good Girl You To Sneak Out

You Leave His Shirt/Jacket Smelling Like You

Telling Him His GF Is Cheating/He Accuses You Of Being Jealous

Telling Him His GF Is Cheating/He Accuses You Of Being Jealous Pt. 2

Frustrating Cal While You’re Sick

He Admits To Having A Crush On You When You Mention Girls On Tour

He Cheats

He Takes An Ex To An Award Show

You Think You Hear/See Something While He’s Out

Bringing Dogs Home With Him

Getting Calum’s Attention Using Luke

Sexting Him While He’s In The Studio

Cuddle?

He Gets Impatient While You Wrap His Gifts

Drunk Texting Him Thinking It’s Bestfriend!Ashton

You’re In A Girl Group And Go MIA Before A Show

Luke

You Hear Them On The Radio While He’s Away

He Cheats

Morning After Your First Time

You See A Picture Of Him Out

You Leave His Shirt/Jacket Smelling Like You

He Uses Your Feminine Shower Wash

You Overhear Luke’s Ex Talking About Getting Him Back

Just Saying

He’s On Tour & Wont Let You Sleep Until You’ve Talked On The Phone

Bestfriend!Luke Gets A Girlfriend And Ignores You

Bestfriend!Luke Spilling His Feelings/Not Believing Him

Wrong Number

Tired

Fam Day While He’s Away

Getting Him To Cave With A Photo

Getting Shit For Being Older Than Him

Bestfriend!Luke Finds Out Calum Has A Crush On You

Post-Beard Banter

Michael

He Tries To Be Funny

His Hair Dye Stains The Bed

You’re Famous And Someone Catches You Cheating

You Leave His Shirt/Jacket Smelling Like You

He Goes To Buy You Pads

He’s On Tour And You Have A bad Dream And Can’t Sleep

Talking About Dyeing Each Others Hair

Night Before Your Wedding

Blue Hair Michael

Missing Holding Hands While He’s Away

You Lose Him At A Party

He Locks You Out Of The Tour Bus

You Want Him To Bring You Your Charger

Storm Makes The Power Go Out So He’s A Little Shit

He Gets Insecure With Everyone Talking About His Tummy

You’re A Youtuber

You were FWB, He Drunkenly Texts You One Night

You Think You’re Gonna Give It A Go But He’s Really Talking To An Ex Again

You Think You’re Gonna Give It A Go But He’s Really Talking To An Ex Again Pt. 2

You Meet At A Concert

PREFERENCES

He’s A Dick Around The Other Boys - Cashton//Muke

He’s A Dick Around The Other Boys Part 2

You’re His Doctor/He’s Your Doctor

He Has a Child From a Previous Relationship; They Call You Mommy For The First Time

Staring At Your Boobs

You’re Uncomfortable Eating Around Him/The Boys; He Confronts You

You’re A Vocalist In A Band With Boys; He Gets Jealous

Slow Dancing

His Reaction To You Being Pregnant

ONE SHOTS/IMAGINES

Michael

You’re Best Friends, He Reads Your Diary

You’re His Best Friend And Find Out He Has A Crush On You

You’re Stressed; He Wants To Cuddle, You’re Snippy With Him

Fluffy Punk!Michael

Getting A Kitten Fluff

Finding Out You’re Bulimic

You’re Best Friends, He Asks You Out With Kittens

You’re Best Friends, Everyone Thinks You’re Together

You Have A Fight That Ends In A Make Out Session

He Tells His Friends You Had Sex When You Didn’t

Daddy Michael Is Worried About Having Twins

Target!Michael Series

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

GameStop!Michael Mini Series

Part One

Part Two

Luke

Another World

You’re Pregnant and Grumpy

He Fakes an Orgasm

He Fakes an Orgasm Part 2

Hoping For The Latter

Fire Alarm AU

One Of The Good Ones

Anniversary Dinner

You’ve Been Arguing A Lot

It’ll Always Be You

He’s Your Best Friend’s Brother

Ashton

Luke Flirts With You With Ash There To Get A Rise Out Of Him

He Comes Home From Tour; You’re Asleep On The Couch In His Shirt

He’s Upset The WWA Tour Is Ending

He Soothes Your Nerves About An Upcoming Surgery

Calum

You’re His Celebrity Crush

You’re A Song Writer Helping Working With Them; He Thinks You Like Ash

He Gets Distant

First Kiss

FAN FICTIONS

Calum

Neighbor Calum (Complete)

Stranger Calum (Complete)

Luke

Apartment 105 (Complete)

Wrong Number (Complete) {most recent}

Michael

Temporary Nanny (Complete)

[lukeysgirl]

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.17

                                       Part S E V E N T E E N 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 4k+

A/N: bEFORE YOU READ THIS, I HAVE IMPORTANT THINGS TO SAY. 1. sexual assault is not okay and i do not advocate it at all. theres a bit in there (not too descriptive) that i just want to warn about. and also keep in mind that i dont hate nia or anything, im just making a juicy story. okay, das it. hope you enjoy and please get this to 100 notes !! 

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                  I M A G I N E 

Hilton Hotel, NYC, 7:25 P.M. 

“I already don’t trust this,” Luke whispered by your ear as the two of you stared at the embrace Calum shared with Nia. You couldn’t help but agree with Luke on this one. Even though it’s just a hug and nothing more, you now knew their history and noticed how she is holding him. 

She was intimidating, you had to admit. Her body had been perfect, with well-done hair and perfect cake worth of makeup. Her confidence was beyond you, wearing such small clothing to show off her belly and toned, long legs. And with the way she was staring at Calum when she pulled away from him, you could tell that she adores him just as much as you did. 

“The rest of the guys want to see you, Cal!” Nia cheered, her smile immensely wide as she wrapped her arms around one of his. Calum glanced over at you, pleading as he gave her an annoyed expression. “It’s been so long-- let’s head inside!” 

“I can enter without you dragging me, thank you,” Calum began as he retrieved his arm from her grip. He quickly grabs you over and wraps his arm around your waist once more. “Have you met my beautiful girlfriend yet, Nia? This is Y/N.” 

“Hi!” Nia said happily, rushing into you to give you a hug. You felt awkwardly uncomfortable. It was hard to think this girl was hugging you when it’s obvious you’re making her seethe. Especially because you won the heart of the man she adores so much. 

“Nice to meet you,” you said quietly, reluctantly wrapping your arms around her as you stood in the embrace. But as you guys hugged, Nia grabbed a bit of your shirt from the back and put her mouth closer to your ear. 

“Stay away from him for the night, m’kay?” Nia said softly, her words stuck with a bit of poison. When she pulled away, you stared at her. Her aim was to vex you with those words. And as much as you were tempted to tell Calum, you didn’t find it too worth it. After all, Calum was yours and not hers. 

But you noticed that when she looked over to Michael, he was right beside you. He was leering at her with those green eyes of his, having her back up a bit before turning back to give Calum his attention. You looked worriedly over at Michael, who shrugged it and gave you a soft smile. 

“Boys!” Nia called to all of them. “We have an area secluded for us. Let me get you a drink, CalCal.” As One OK Rock and Lashton walked inside, Nia turned back to you and smirked. “You can roam around if you’d like. It’s a party, you can have fun without Calum for a bit.” 

With that, she grabbed Calum’s hand and dragged him inside, having him look at you with sad eyes before disappearing in the crowds. Michael took initiative and guided you inside before closing the door behind the both of you. As much as you were digging the hype vibe, you couldn’t help but worry a bit. 

“I wouldn’t trust that girl, either,” Michael snarled. He bent down to speak right into your ear as the music was blasting. Lights of pinks and blues danced around with the party goers who were also talking over the music. “She’s a tricky one, she is.” 

“It’s not just that,” you breathed, placing one of your hands on your stomach. “I feel so bad for not trusting Calum 100%. I’m scared something’ll happen.” Michael wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gave you a gentle squeeze. 

“I understand, but don’t worry too much, yeah?” Michael tried to reassure. “Calum is really obsessed with you. If he does anything, I doubt it was by his free will.” You nodded, gulping your nerves down as Michael led you to the bar. 

“We’re already drinking?” You asked in a bit of shock, nudging the bleach-haired boy softly. He nodded vigorously, quickly getting the bartender to get two beers and two shots. “Already?” 

“You’re drinking with me, loser,” Michael gushed, having you playfully roll your eyes as the bartender returned with two Coronas and 2 shot glasses. You grabbed one of the shots, clinking it with Michaels before the both of you swallowed the substance whole. 

“Fuck, that’s strong,” you winced, feeling the poison burn down your throat. Michael nodded, couching a bit before grabbing his beer to take a swig of it. You took a swig of yours as well, attempting to wash off the rest of the shot from your throat. 

“Right? Holy shit,” Michael said, seeming very exhilarated from it. You giggled as Michael began to chit chat about stupid things regarding the management and Abigail Breslin. And it was nice to share stories and laughter with Michael, but your head was still thinking about Calum with Nia. But nonetheless, it was a pleasant time with Michael. 

“I better bolt soon,” Michael began as he checked his phone. “I have to be in their Snaps and whatnot so Hi or Hey has loving and ‘very close’ bands signed on their label.” 

“Understood,” you assured Michael, having him give you a nice, genuine embrace. As he let go, though, Crystal was suddenly beside the both of you with a wide smile. “Oh-- hello, Crystal!” 

“Y/N! How’re you?” The sweet, pink-haired girl rushed into your arms and gave you a hug. She was very kind to you, even if Michael always seemed to be fairly close to you. It made her seem like a spectacular girlfriend in comparison to yourself. 

“I’m well, and yourself?” You asked softly as you drank down your 2nd beer. 

“Also well, m’love!” Crystal gushed as she went to Michael and gave him a loving kiss. She wrapped her arms around Michaels lovingly, making your heart pause just thinking about Calum. You wondered if Nia was doing that to Calum right now. Nuzzling up against that strong bicep, staring at those meaningful tattoos of his. You felt sick just thinking about it and how paranoid you were being. 

“Oh hey, Y/N!” Crystal stole you from your thoughts as you stared back at the model before you. “Nick Jonas is looking for you, y’know.” Nick? He’s here? And he’s looking for you? 

This party is proving itself to be a bad idea. 

“O-oh, okay,” you choked up a bit. “I suppose I’ll go try and look for him. I’ll be seeing you two around, yeah?” The couple nodded, having Michael flash you some sad eyes before you lost yourself in the crowds of people once more. 

You weren’t even sure where to look, but you definitely didn’t want to 3rd wheel those two. The dancing bodies were collecting sweat and sharing energy as you struggled to weave yourself through them. But their energy was enough to make you feel breathless and you decided to forget about the Jonas brother. You fled outside to the large balcony, seeing less people residing there. 

Letting out a sigh, you walked slowly to the rail and hung your arms off of it. With the beer in your hand, you stared at the city and how the night sky highlighted the lights. New York City truly was beautiful at the night. It was too bad you couldn’t share such a lovely sight with your boyfriend. But what can you do? 

It wasn’t until now that you thought about how different your life was compared to Calum’s. This boy was travelling the world, delivering music and doing what he loves to do. He goes to parties with models and famous people who know his name like the back of their hands. Fans from all over go head over heels just seeing him on a photo. What’s gonna happen when you return to uni? Is he gonna drop you and snag a model who can go wherever because shes beautiful and wealthy? Will you just become a faded memory?-- 

“Y/N?” 

You suddenly turned around to find Nick Jonas right in front of you. He gave you his kind smile, with his teeth shining through with ease. He looked exhilarated, like this party fever was just a part of his blood stream. He opened up his arms to you, having you hesitate before going into them. 

“It’s nice to see you again, Nick,” you said softly with a smile. He looked at you, those eyes full of the same stuff that Calum stares at you with. But it was different. Nick’s stare didn’t drive your heart over the speed limit. 

“And you as well!” Nick said. “Look at you-- you look absolutely stunning right now, Y/N. How has the tour been treating you so far?” 

“Well, I’d hope!” You say sheepishly. You were wearing these black skinny jeans with a pastel pink sweater. With converse to cover your feet, you didn’t think much of your look. It was simple and sweet. “It seems you’re doing just as well as I last saw you, ay?” 

“I mean, I’m still disappointed about last time,” Nick said with a nervous chuckle. “Which I do want to apologize to you for. You were vulnerable and I just assumed that maybe kissing me would make you feel better. But I was greedy and honestly, I think you’re something amazing, Y/N.” 

“Th-thanks, Nick, I appreciate that...” You thanked him softly, looking down so he didn’t see your pink-tinted cheeks. 

“How did everything work out with that crush, by the way?” Nick asked with pure wonder. “--That is, if you want to tell me!” 

“Oh, um,” you began awkwardly, smiling a bit. “We actually got together. In fact, my crush was the boy who pulled us away before we could kiss.” 

“Wait, your crush is... Calum Hood?” Nick asked lowly. 

“W-well, he’s now my boyfriend, but yes,” you said softly. By his shocked expression, you felt like it was... wrong. “I-is there a problem?” Nick shoved his hands in his pockets before merely shrugging. 

“I dunno, that guy has hooked up a lot when we both happen to be at the same parties,” Nick said nonchalantly. “I guess I’m just surprised. At Calum for finding such a great catch like yourself and at you for liking someone like... him.” 

“Watch yourself, Jonas,” you semi-teased. You were definitely defending your boyfriend, but you were getting a bit tipsy. “That boy and I have history. I’ve loved him since secondary school.” 

“Ah, so it’s a childhood crush?” Nick asked. 

You began to tell Nick the story about meeting the boys as he led you back inside the suite. He guided you over to the bar and got you more drinks on his tab. The more you were being given, the faster you were losing to intoxication. Your body was loosening up, your chest was calming its paranoia, and Calum was quickly fading from your thoughts. 

You were losing your sober state to the power of poison disguised as alcohol. 

8:50 P.M. 

“Baby, I like your style!” You sang, with the people crowding you simply cheering you on. 

You were completely intoxicated, only able to feel the buzzing spreading all over your body. Nick dragged you all over the place, introducing you to new faces that you’ve seen on TV plenty. And instantly, they fell in love with you and followed your wild-self around. It was good to feel recognized and somehow appreciated. 

So there you were, with your sweater lifted a bit up to show off your belly to the crowd. You were swaying your hips to Drake, feeling the music surge through your body. You did several provocative movements, such as groping your breasts and biting your lips as everybody ate it up. It felt good to be watched and be a pleasurable view. 

“Yas, Y/N! Slay bitch!” Girls, who became your new friends, cheered you on as they rushed to join you. There you were with several models, grinding on one another and started some sort of twerking circle. You wouldn’t be doing this regularly, but your head was way out of space to even think. 

“I need a one dance, got a Hennessy in my hand!” You sang with the girls, feeling them grab your waist and dance with you. It was wild, but you felt so free and full of life. The girl dancing with you, a nice dark chocolate, was weaving her legs between yours to grind on one another while dancing. You wrapped your arms around her waist to keep her close, feeling the beat in sync with her. 

As the song came to a finish, the girls had slapped your ass before you dizzily tried leaving the circle. Nick was quick to your rescue, holding your arms to keep you on your feet. You looked over at him and started laughing, somehow in disbelief that Nick Jonas was in your presence. 

“Woah there, Princess!” Nick said with a chuckle. “Relax, I got you.” He began walking you over to the bar. Sitting you down on the spinning stool, you began to spin yourself as Nick ordered a Martini. 

“Wee, this is so fun!” You squealed, giggling uncontrollably as you spun. Nick quickly grabbed you, stopping you from spinning by his hands clinging on your waist. He chuckled at you, but you were surprisingly upset with him. “Why’d you stawp meee?” 

“Because you’ll get even more dizzy!” Nick exclaimed as he gave you an enthused smile. “And I don’t want this beautiful lady to get more dizzy.” You giggled again, placing your hand on Nick’s lips to keep him from talking. 

“If Calum heard you say that to me, he’d get so angry!” You gushed, giggling at the thought of your jealous boyfriend. You imagined his head blowing up like an airhead. Nick took your hand in his and gave it a gentle kiss on the top. 

“He’s too busy sucking lips with another woman, though,” Nick said, his tone seeming sympathetic but his lips were curved in a light smirk. You felt your heart hurt a bit from hearing them, though. You grew pale, looking at Nick with disbelief as he held your wrists. “You don’t believe me? C’mere.” 

After forcing the Martini down, Nick walked you over to the middle of one of the huge living rooms of the suite. You have literally been all over the suite except for one area. It was the room where Calum and the other bands were hanging out at. You had no idea why they were so secluded, but you did see some of the party goers go back and forth from the place. 

“Go down over there and you’ll see for yourself,” Nick instructed you, giving your shoulders a light squeeze before pushing you gently. You nodded, glancing behind a little to see Nick tap at his phone. “I’ll be waiting right here for you!” He yelled, giving you a soft smile. 

You walked down, your legs feeling heavy as you transition from a lively room dancing to Rather Be into a more quiet, tamed room. Unlike the bright lights from before, this room was ornate with dark reds and blacks. The soft bass from Passionfruit was playing, feeling Drake suck you up again. As you walked, you entered a more chill room with sensual dancers. 

You noticed Michael and Crystal among the dancers, seeing them talk and laugh softly to one another. It made you smile to see Michael so content with his life at the moment. Scanning some more, you noticed Ashton doing a bit of drinking with a few guys and girls at the bar. Turning some more, you saw Luke at the corner with a phone in his ear and frustration in his face. You looked much harder for Calum. 

Then you spotted him. 

He was in a booth with Nia. Across from her were 2 more girls, a blonde who was smiling politely. The other looked like Nia cloned herself just to be with Calum twice as much. It made you almost vomit to see 2 of her near Calum. As you were walking over to rip your boyfriend away from her, Nia suddenly grabbed his shift and pulled him onto her. Nia’s blue eyes shifted at you to give you a brief wink. 

Their lips touched. 

Overwhelming emotion overcame you as you quickly turned around and ran out of the room. You couldn’t even dare stay to watch. You went back to the loudness and the insane energy, with tears building in your eyes. Your hands were shaking and you didn’t even want to move anymore. But you needed to be as far away from Calum as possible. 

“Y/N?” Nick called to you, having you tilt your head up as you quickly rushed into his arms. He held you close in his warm embrace, making you feel somewhat safe as you cried into his shirt. You felt bad for dirtying his shirt with a bit of makeup, but you couldn’t help it. Your heart was broken. 

“You were right,” you cried, your hands grabbing harshly at Nick’s shirt at his chest. “He... he kissed... her...” You sniffled harshly, feeling your bottom lip quiver as Nick held you stronger. 

“It’s okay, Y/N, please stop crying!” Nick insisted as he quickly whistled at someone. You watch as someone passed him a water bottle before he began guiding you up a flight of stairs to the roof. You didn’t want to do anything, but Nick insisted as he opened the door to reveal the rooftop to you. He tossed you the water, which you gulped down quickly. 

It was beautiful. Several couches and beach chairs were laid out all over, with Christmas lights wrapped around the poles to spread all over. Tables were scattered with candles and empty bottles of beer. It was pretty vacant, surprisingly. Nick guided you over to a fairly quiet part of the balcony by a railing. He leaned you against it, just like Calum did when the two of you were at the park. 

“Stop crying, okay?” Nick whispered at you, his nose practically 2 inches from yours. His eyes contained an intensity that reminded you of Calum’s whenever he was speaking seriously. “You’re so beautiful to be crying over someone who doesn’t even deserve you.” 

“I just... how can he do that to me?” You began shakily, feeling your hands shake uncontrollably. Nick rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth. 

“Fuck Calum, when you can have a man like me.” Nick growled seductively before latching his lips onto your nick. Kisses were being planted on your neck, having some sort of pleasure jolt inside you. His tongue was swiping along it as he nibbled on your neck. 

He rose a bit and began to kiss your jawline, feeling his chin hair tickle you slightly. Your eyes were completely shut, too intoxicated to realize much. The pleasure was playing with your heart too much, having you love the way these pair of lips felt on your neck. You randomly found yourself thinking it was Calum. 

But Nick’s hands suddenly grabbed your waist, slipping under your shirt to touch your tender skin. His fingers were rough, but there were smooth callouses on them. It was very unlike Calum’s. Calum doesn’t even bother trying to make his hands soft. That’s what makes him so unique and familiar. 

You realized then that it wasn’t your beloved boyfriend. Opening your eyes, you look down to feel Nick dig his hands into your jeans. You quickly placed your hands on his chest and tried pushing him away, but he was strongly stood in front of you. 

“N-Nick, please stop...” You whispered, using all yoru stretch to push the Jonas brother away from you. But that only caused him to bite gently on your neck. You moaned harshly with pure distaste in your tone. 

“Let me show you a good time, Princess,” Nick growled on your neck as his hands clasped at your underwear. He used one of his hands to pull your jeans from your body so the other had more space to roam. You felt his hand touch the beginnings of your no-no zone, causing you to freak out even further. 

“Nick, fucking stop!” You screamed, dropping your hands down to grab his wrist and pull it away. Although it was somewhat working, he was still rather strong as his hand stayed against your warm skin. “Calum! Calum, please!” You pleaded for your boyfriend, your sadness completely being replaced with desperation. You shut your eyes, feeling your force give out as Nick went deeper into your pants. 

But, within seconds, Nick’s lips were gone from your neck and his hand was removed from your pants. 

Opening your eyes, you see Calum looking down angrily at a fallen Nick. You looked down to see Calum’s fist, with was shaking from the adrenaline of punching the Jonas brother. Your heart began to race, seeing the fury of Calum’s heaving chest as he glared. 

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Calum spat at you, having you look at him to collect tears in your eyes again. He looked mad-- no, he is mad. His brown eyes intensely looked at yours, reminding yourself of the only stare that goes straight into your heart. 

“Don’t ‘what the fuck’ my cousin like she did something wrong!” Ashton barked as the boys came rushing over. “She was crying your fucking name and pleading for damn help! You think she enjoyed that?” 

Why are you so angry with me?

“Why the fuck was she even with him in the first place?” Calum barked back, keeping his eyes in you as Michael and Luke walked over. You lost your gaze with Calum for a moment, feeling yourself feel woozy and sick from everything. 

You left me alone. 

“Before you start blowing your fucking lid off,” Michael began, going over to you to rest a hand on your shoulder. You flinched. “Let’s put our attention to how Y/N was just fucking sexually assaulted.” Michael looked over at Nick and spat out rude Australian terms. 

“But he has tried to fucking kiss her before, mate!” Calum hissed at Michael. “You’d figure she’d know better and avoid this asshole.” Calum glared at Nick, who was sitting up and rubbing his cheek where he was punched. 

Then why didn’t you stay with me?

“She always sees the best in people, Calum,” Michael rolled his eyes. “Also keep in mind that you left her. Fucking look at her-- Jesus, she’s fucking trembling, mate!” 

“I didn’t want to-- we had to do that thing for the management!” Calum tried to defend. “You had to go, too!” 

Your job is before me, isn’t it?

“Yeah, but I brought my fucking girlfriend along!” Michael barked. “This wouldn’t have happened if you fucking didn’t submit to Nia and brought your fucking girlfriend with you! Fuck the management when you have your one and only to fucking take care off!” 

“At least Y/N didn’t fucking cheat,” Luke spat. “You and Arzaylea would be great for one another.” Calum looked like he wanted to punch Luke as well. But you were slowly shutting them out as they bickered among themselves. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking, your heart wouldn’t stop racing, and your body was so tempted to vomit. 

Everything went too fast, far too fast. The boy’s words were fading from your ear as you remember the way you were being touched. Not by Calum, but by another man. His job was more important than you. Why? Why wasn’t he there? Why didn’t he bring you or stay with you. Everything you want to say can’t be said. They won’t come out. 

You quickly ran into Ashton’s arms and grabbed onto his shirt with both hands. You curled them tightly as you pressed your face against his chest. He was taken aback a bit, taking it in immediately before wrapping one arm around you with the other hand patting your head. 

“I want to go home now,” you whimpered against your cousin’s chest. All the boys silenced themselves as they watched you hold onto Ashton tightly. “Please let me go home.” 

well damn. oops. drama. i would like to say that nick jonas is a great person, i swear. he’s just kinda not okay in this part but i swear ill fix everything soon! please lemme know what you think right here and ill see ya in part 18 xx

[lukeysgirl]

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.2

                                                  Part T W O 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part as well! let me know what you all think and lets try to get each part to 100 notes, yeah? if they reach 100 notes, I’ll write another part. if they don’t, it’ll just be delayed. xx

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                   I M A G I N E

LONDON, 20:00 P.M.

Night had finally arrived, and you were quickly settled in. The boys had shown you to your room, which they boasted it to be the largest room of the suite. You removed your day clothes and slipped on some black leggings and a baggy, white t-shirt. You were residing on one of the large couches with Michael while Luke and Ashton were playing ping pong nearby. 

“Man, I never thought I’d see the day where I’d say this but,” Michael began, holding his clutched fist at his mouth as he looked distantly at the flat screen. The TV was on and playing a Domino’s pizza commercial. “I don’t want pizza for dinner tonight.” 

“What?” Luke said, straitening his back and looking over at the bleached-haired boy. The ping pong Ashton shot passed Luke and fell to the ground, bouncing a few times until it finally decided to roll itself into oblivion. 

“Michael Gordon Clifford does not want pizza?” Ashton exclaims, putting his paddle down as he joined us on another couch. “Jesus, I think I just heard the Statue of Liberty crack a bit.” 

“Shut up,” Michael yawned, waving Ashton off as Luke sat on the seat across from Ashton. Everyone then heard a loud grumble that came from Michael’s stomach, having you all laugh except for Michael. “Stooop, I’m actually really hungry right now.” 

“I can cook if you want?” You suggested in a mumble, having all 3 pairs of eyes instantly dart at you. Michael quickly wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. You felt your head residing at the crook of his neck as he pressed his lips on your head. 

“You know how to cook?” Michael whispered, the other boys watching attentively with wide eyes. You nod, having the boys jump from their seats and dash into the kitchen. You fell slightly to the side from the lack of Michael, sitting back up once more and turning to see the boys in the kitchen. 

There, Ashton was taking out pots and pans from the top cabinets that you, unfortunately, couldn’t reach with ease. While he did that, Luke grabbed the suite phone and began requesting a list of food. Your eyes shifted to Michael, who disappeared into the hallway where the rooms and stairs resided. A few moments later, the bleached head came back with white garments. 

“Uh, Mikey?” You asked, pondering as to what was in his hand. But he quickly rushed in front of you and dropped them on your lap. Sifting through them, you uncovered a chef shirt and a chef hat. “You have got to be kidding me...”

“I am as serious as one can get about food, Y/N,” Michael hummed, insistent on the outfit as you sighed. Standing up on your two feet, you reluctantly put on the outfit. Michael took the chef hat from your hands and firmly placed it on your head. The sudden closeness was surreal, but nonetheless insignificant as it was just Michael. “You look like the perfect sous-chef, Y/N!”

“I’m the one cooking though,” you comment, rolling your eyes as Michael placed his index finger on his chin. Luke and Ashton chuckled at his supposed ‘trace of thought.’

“Yeah,” Luke agreed as he hung up the phone and shoved his hands in his pockets. He was fishing for something as he shook his head. “Ya dumbass.” Michael shoots him two middle fingers before he on the couch you were previously sat on and laid down. 

“Okay so... what do you guys want?” You asked, wiping your hands on your thighs before joining Lashton in the kitchen. Ashton and Michael became stuck in thought as Luke leaned against the wall by the front door. 

“I’m in the mood for hamburgers, honestly,” Ashton admits sheepishly, shrugging a bit as you all turned to Michael. 

“D’you know how to make sushi, Y/N?” Michael asked eagerly, his mouth practically watering over the Japanese cuisine. Before you could say anything, Luke interjected. 

“I sorta already ordered stuff for some pasta though...” Luke says awkwardly. You all turned to him and laughed a bit, seeing how pale Luke became as though he made a mistake. You reassure Luke by patting his arm. 

“It’s fine, I can make some pasta,” you hummed, arranging the pots conveniently for your prep. “You got bread as well, yes?” Luke nods, having you smile as you begin to fill a pot with water. “Mm, then leave it all to me! You guys can go watch TV or something.”

“Oi, Michael!” Ashton called out as he moved around the counter and left to the living room. “Let me spank you in a game of pool, yeah?”

“Oh, you’re definitely on!” Michael accepted the challenge, bouncing up from the couch and dashing over to the pool table that was next to the ping pong table. As they did, you began washing your hands. Luke walked over to you and bent down a little so his lips were just a few inches from your ear. 

“Calum’s favorite is Italian,” Luke informed you, smiling deviously as your heart began to race. “I ordered all the ingredients on purpose so you could try and win him over. Maybe he’ll be less of an ass once he tries your spaghetti?”

“Th-thank you so much, Luke,” you mumbled softly, turning to Luke and giving him a big smile. He smiles back before joining Mashton in their game of pool. You were happy to cook for the boys, and with Luke’s insight, you were especially ecstatic to make some for Calum. 

It made you blush to even think about the Maori boy. Especially when he already requested for you to stay out of his way right when he met you. It was really embarrassing, but you were blown away by how he’s grown. Facial hair, big biceps, tattoos... Calum has changed big time and you weren’t sure if you were ready for it. 

But you’re certainly willing to know what he’s like now. 

Knock knock! The door of the suite sounded, with a man yelling “your order is here!” Luke rushed over to the door, grabbing all the bags from the 50 something year old man and placing them on the counter before you. You began to unpack the bags as Luke paid them. You watched from your peripheral vision the few hundred dollar bills Luke offered. 

“Jesus, you guys make lots now, huh?” You pondered, impressed by how much money those boys were making from their passion. Luke nodded, blushing a bit before telling you how he doesn’t like boasting about his money. “Mm, I understand. I’ll be cooking now!” You exclaimed as you began taking out the fresh tomatoes and basil from the bag. 

“Finally!” You chirped quietly, turning off the stove all the way. Grabbing your baking gloves, you carry the pot of spaghetti and place it carefully on the counter. Steam danced from the pot, with the lovely scent of fresh herbs and garlic produced from it. Wiping your forehead, you remove the gloves and go search for plates. 

“You need help, Y/N?” Ashton called out, having you yell a weak ‘yes’ as your cousin came to your rescue. He joins your side, opening the top cabinets to reveal the glass plates stacked nicely in it. “Mm, for the 5 of us.” As he took them down, you turned off the oven and got your gloves back on. You removed the garlic bread from the oven and place it cautiously on the counter by the pot. 

“Holy shit, that smells amazing,” Michael exclaims, rushing into the kitchen while Luke slowly trotted behind him. Eyeing the entire thing with his green eyes, he began licking his lips with desire. “Holy fuck, I want to eat it so bad.” 

“Can someone get Calum down here please?” You asked quietly, blushing as Michael began for the hallway. But Luke quickly placed his hand on Michael’s chest, halting him for a moment. 

“Wait for it,” Luke says, fanning the pot with his hand to allow the steam to travel around the suite. In just a few minutes, you all heard footsteps go down the stairs. Your heart stopped when you saw Calum stood at the hallway, staring at all of you with an expressionless face. 

“Is that pasta I smell?” Calum asked gently, having you all nod as he walked closer. He was changed into more comfortable clothing as he was wearing some grey sweats and a navy blue t-shirt. He then stopped, eyed you up and down and snorted a bit. “You look like an idiot.”

“Woah hey!” Ashton began, getting in front of you as he scowled at Calum. “Don’t say that to Y/N, alright? She’s not only my cousin, but she’s also our honorary guest so don’t be a dick to her.” You slowly began to remove the chef hat from your head. 

“Yeah!” Michael joined in. “Especially when she was the one who--” before he could say anything, Luke shoved him gently and crinkled his nose. 

“How about we just eat already, yeah?” Luke suggested. You nod, flushing as you nervously began to prepare everybody’s plate. It went in the order of Ashton, Michael, Luke, and then Calum. After the first 3 got their plates full of spaghetti and garlic bread, you nervously began to load Calum’s plate. It was evident that you were shaking because you didn’t want to mess anything up. 

“Can you hurry up?” Calum rushed, having your heart speed up as you placed 2 pieces of bread next to his spaghetti. You placed a spoon in the spaghetti, having Calum blink twice. He always ate his spaghetti with a spoon, not a fork. It was the little things that you recalled that made you realize how genuine your crush over Calum was as you guys were kids. 

“H-here,” you stuttered, offering the plate as Calum snatched it from you. You flinched, watching as Calum turned around and began walking to the hallway. As he did, you looked over at the cups that Luke helped get down as well and gulped. “Wait, Calum, don’t you want a drink as--” but before you knew it, you heard a door slam. 

The boys looked over at you with sorrow, knowing how hard you try to not upset Calum. It has only been 7 hours and it would seem that Calum despises you. You looked down to the ground distantly, unsure as to how to react. Before you knew it, Michael ended up in the kitchen with you and began serving your plate. 

“Oh, Michael, you don’t have to--”

“Mm, I want to,” Michael mumbled, putting pasta on your plate delicately before putting two pieces of bread beside it. He then grabbed a fork and placed it in the pasta before handing it to you. “Come eat with us.” Nodding, you joined the other boys in the living room as they were watching a bit of Looney Toons. 

“Don’t feel so beat up about it, okay Y/N?” Ashton said softly as he slurped a noodle into his mouth. “I don’t really get why he’s so crabby with you, but it’s probably just him feeling nostalgic or something.” 

“It’s been years since he’s seen you,” Luke adds as he takes a loud bite of his bread. You nod, appreciating the boys in giving you sympathy. You began to eat, smiling that your food was actually quite tasty. 

“Forget him, Y/N. This pasta is literally to fucking die for!” Michael exclaims, his voice muffled from his mouth from of pasta. You giggled as the other boys nodded in agreement. 

“It really is fantastic, Y/N,” Ashton says, smiling at you as he began twisting some spaghetti in his fork. They then exchanged looks, making you confused and slightly nervous. Were they exchanging some sort of Morse code or what? Before you knew it, they all looked at you and smiled. 

“Thank you, Y/N!” They said at the same time, having you blush from how sweet they were being with you. 

“It’s honestly no problem you guys,” you admit as you all continued to eat the dinner. When you all finished, you decided that it was the perfect time to make you and the boys some lemonade. You squeezed all the lemons, added a fair lot of sugar, and stirred slowly. Finishing it, you pour it into the glass cups and tell the boys to come and get theirs. You then grabbed one of the remaining two and began for the hallway.

“You going to bed, Y/N?” Michael asked, his voice holding a hint of sadness. You shook your head, holding the cup gently. 

“I’m giving some to Calum,” you inform, escaping into the hallway to go up the stairs to Calum’s room. Your feet treaded on the red carpet as you stood in front of Calum’s door. Letting out a shaky sigh, you knock on the door and wait for a response. 

“What?” Calum called out, having you flinch from his sudden voice. You gulped, sighing once more before responding to him. 

“I made some lemonade, if you’d like,” you said sheepishly. “I’ll leave it on this table here if you want it.” Gently placing the cup down, you fled from Calum’s door and joined the boys again in the living room. 

“Did he take it?” Luke whispered, having you shrug before joining Michael on the long couch again. You noticed all the dirty, but clean, plates ornate on the coffee table as everyone was too lazy to bring them back to the kitchen. 

“I left it on the table outside,” you inform, criss-crossing your legs as you slouched a bit. “I wonder why he’s so unhappy that I’m here.” 

“Nah, I doubt he’s unhappy,” Ashton says as he picks at his teeth. “Like I said, it’s probably nostalgia plus all the pressure for getting this next album released.”

“Yeah, Calum writes most of the songs, remember?” Michael asks, nudging you softly as you nod. You recalled how Calum and his song book were practically inseparable. It was always in his bag, surely, but he always had it everywhere he went. He always claimed that he’d ‘never know where you’d get inspiration from.’

“He was always very passionate about his music like you guys are,” you say, thinking fondly about skinny, lanky Calum and his active dream to pursue music. 

“He was, though, salty about having to convert from guitar to bass because Luke and I already played guitar,” Michael says, laughing loudly as Ashton and Luke joined him. “Holy shit, it was like he changed from one religion to another like they were polar opposites. It was fucking hilarious.”

“Though,” Luke began as he began playing with his nail. “Now Calum is better than us, still, at guitar and bass. So I mean, who really wins here?”

“That’s so true, oh my gosh!” You laughed, having the boys join you before a long yawn escaped your lips. “Alright, I’m gonna go hit the hay and get some sleep.”

“What if the hay hits you back?” Ashton asks, acting as though it was a completely philosophical question. 

“I’m already one with the hay,” you comment as you began for your room. 

“But you get to hit it!” Michael yells. 

“It deserved to be punished,” you joke, having Michael crack up as you escaped into your bedroom. You took the time to wash your face, moisturize and do a bit of stretching before dropping dead on your King sized bed. Slowly, but surely, you entered into a deep and gentle slumber. 

8:27 A.M.

“Ashton, can you attend to the eggs for me real quick?” You asked your cousin. Getting a nod, you hand him the stirring spoon before going into the living room to fix it up. You straighten the pillows and flattened the waves of the leather created by you and the boys last night. Grabbing all the dirty dishes that the boys obviously didn’t take to the sink, you place it in the sink and allow the water to run on it. 

“Is that bacon I smell?” Michael asks, his voice raspy and his eyes squinted as he stood at the doorway of the hallway. You giggled, ruffling a bit of his hair before going to Luke’s room to get him awake. 

“Good morning, Michael!” You called out from the stairs as you went up to Luke’s room to get him up as well. 

“Good morning, Luke! Breakfast is almost ready!” You called to him, hearing a loud thump! proceed. Before you knew it, the door was opened and you were introduced to a tired and messy-haired Luke. “Jesus, your hair is definitely not done naturally, is it?”

“My hair has its own separate net worth,” Luke croaks, having you giggle before getting a whiff of his bad breath. 

“Yuck, go brush your teeth and then some downstairs,” you demanded, watching Luke pout a bit as he slouched. You gently reached up to give his cheeks a few light slaps to get him away. “Just go so you can eat and then get ready for your busy day. 

“Where are you off to?” Luke asked innocently. 

“Waking up Calum, of course,” you said, humming a bit as you jogged up the stairs. You swore you saw a smirk on Luke’s face as you made it to the third floor. Going to Calum’s door, you stopped to look at the table outside of his door. Your heart even began to flutter a bit at the sight. 

Calum’s completely clean plate with the now empty glass that previously held lemonade. 

He... enjoyed my food. You silently cheer yourself on before swooping the dishes into your hands. They smelled of bathroom soap, having you giggle from Calum’s use of his items. You used your more free hand and knocked on the door gently. 

“Morning, Calum,” you called softly. “There’s breakfast downstairs if you’d like. No rush, okay?” Finishing your words, you giddily rush down the stairs and present the clean dishes in your arms to all the boys. They all smiled at you, knowing how content you were as you took over kitchen duty and began serving the plates. 

But all you can think about is Calum’s lip print on the cup of lemonade you served him. 

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