#calum transparents

[daydadahlias]

omg is magnolia ashton’s first boy kiss gonna be matt 🥺

well seeing as the main pairing is cashton, cal was kinda hoping it would be him 🥺

[winxyboo1013]

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[today-it-is-this]

today, it is this – ella kemp's interview and photographs with/of the aftersun creative team :') time to cry all over again

excerpts from the interview that i loved:

"But two things are happening at once in Aftersun, as ever. Sophie is in the moment, transparent and vulnerable but ultimately unbothered, while Calum is holding on for dear life, as he sees the warning signs."

"Corio says her favorite moment of the shoot, which included two weeks before filming began where she and Mescal could get to know one another and just enjoy their own holiday, was her birthday because she got a “massive cake”, before then joking that, of course, what she enjoyed most was the friendships."

"Mescal loved the day on set that Sophie and Calum took a trip to a Colosseum-type structure further up in the hills, where the pair also experienced a traditional mud bath and Calum opened up to his daughter about being truthful, and always staying close, after a fraught evening of karaoke together."

"[Mescal] looks back fondly on the handshakes he and his young scene partner made up to intensify their father-daughter bond. He also enjoyed the minute of silence that Wells asked for each day, which he found “useful”. Corio hated it."

"'Part of what was really hard about writing Calum,” Wells says, “is how you dramatize so much that is internal. How do you dramatize depression, how do you dramatize a search for peace? Tai chi offered a really beautiful way of showing an action and a movement. It’s so connected to breathing, which was always a huge part of the script and is in all my films. I’m so interested in the body and in physical movement.'"

"Wells speaks of the way Mescal became an “extended part” of Corio’s family, going above and beyond any actor’s mandated two hours per day of bonding time while just enjoying a free holiday before the cameras started rolling."

"'Frankie’s parents let me have a degree of responsibility, which was new to me,” Mescal tells the audience..."

and especially, especially what hit me the most:

"'The experience I had with my short films was that they tended to be understood and appreciated in their emotional intent by a few people,” [Wells] says. “And that was always good enough for me. I was never looking to catch the majority of an audience, and that was my expectation of making this film too. But somehow, we turned that ratio a little bit.'"

23/10/2022

[jerriescuddles]

clearing out my camera roll 2145/?

[ohitstransparent]

5 Seconds Of Summer

Asked by @adriannagonzales1026

[5sospngpics]

Calum Hood at Global Citizen png

[calpops]

meadow | l.h.

The only things stopping Luke from running away with the princess are the armor on his back and the vow he made to the kingdom.

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Luke was mesmerized. Sunlight glistened against silk. The rose pink dress the princess wore shimmered with her every movement. He saw her everyday, under sunlight and moonbeams, in the grandest rooms of the castle and engulfed by the perfectly tended flowers in the royal garden. But the sight of her trailing aimlessly through their secret meadow never failed to instill awe in him. She was one with the world when they made their getaway. Lost to the wildflowers and overgrowth of grass. Ease always captured her in the meadow; fully able to let worries of kingdoms and wars slip away. She felt safe there. She felt protected by Luke’s presence.

His cape flew in the wind as he followed her, the sign of his knighthood a sharp reminder against his skin. He was sworn to protect the crown. Vowed to his sword and the castle and nothing more. But secrets lived on his lips and in his heart. They were born of tilted crowns and shy smiles, flowers in hair and running through shadows and from responsibilities.

“We could keep going,” she said as she spun to face Luke. Her eyes sparkled under the light, were relentless as they peered at him and waited for his response. Perfectly stained lips pursed as Luke sighed. “We don’t have to go back.”

He reached for her hand, her skin was soft under his gentle touch.

“Where would we go?” Luke asked, only to amuse her and her wanderlust.

“Anywhere,” she answered softly and swept her gaze around their meadow. “Or we could stay here. Make a cabin in the woods.”

“Princess,” Luke whispered, words that ached sitting heavily on his heart in the momentary silence they lapsed into. Her eyes were filled with hope. “You know we can’t. We have to go back.”

The reasons for their return danced in the air between them, swayed with the wild lilies in the breeze and wilted their dreams. The reasons were sharp, broken vows meeting blades. A life of sworn commitment coming to an end. The princess nodded but turned away from Luke, hands gently gliding over petals as she kept walking.

“Then I will run away. As my sworn sword you will have to follow, to protect me,” she said as she looked back, lip quivering at the thought. Lies sounded sweet from her sugary lips. “You’ll follow me. Won’t you?”

Luke nodded, knowing there was no other way he could answer. He would follow her to the ends of the earth. Until death.

She sighed once more. This time the sound was resigned. Defeat captured her, slumped her shoulders and slowed her walk. Luke yearned to reach out for her again but the contact was forbidden. He knew he could. The meadow was theirs and no watching eyes would see. He could take her in his arms and whisper sweet nothings like many times before. Instead, he merely followed as his fingers curled into his palm. He was adamant to keep his promise to the princess his sword and heart were sworn to.

“Your father will be waiting,” Luke reminded. He hated the words, regret filling him as soon as they rolled off his tongue. Any mention of the king brought her down from the clouds, away from the privacy of the meadow and into a shadowed world of hallowed halls and sharp orders.

“Let him wait,” she insisted as she turned back to him and came to a full stop. “His throne is comfortable enough. The arrangement will be made whether I’m present or not.”

Luke swallowed down a lump in his throat. Once stained glass worries became transparent. He could see the refusal in her eyes. The indignant set of her jaw. She would not be swayed to leave. Luke worried, she would also not be swayed to stop. Even more so he worried that she would. That all of her talk and her late night dreams would be all for naught. So many nights they snuck out to the gardens, the meadow out of reach but the privacy of the night and the familiarity of flowers offering them comfort. She’d whisper words of longing to Luke, make plans he had to convince himself not to act on in those very moments. Each night it got harder and harder to resist.

“I don’t want you to go,” Luke finally said, the words scorching him from the inside out as the sun began to dip below the tree line. Too much time had been spent hidden away from the rest of the world. “But you must.”

The princess faltered, her knight in dented armor doing little to save her from her fate. She frowned and shook her head, perfectly done hair falling in her face with the motion. Luke kept his hands to himself though he wished to push soft tendrils behind her ear, maybe even let his fingertips linger on her jaw for a just a moment longer than necessary.

“They’re going to send me away,” she responded and furrowed her eyebrows. Suddenly, glimmering eyes turned dark, shimmers turned to tears and palid expressions became her. “They’re arranging a marriage to some lord of a holdfast. I might never see my home again. I might never see you again.”

Luke lost his breath at her admission. The details of royal arrangements always kept from him until the moment they were signed and sealed. He went where he was told. He protected when danger arose. He knew little of what the world was outside of the castle and the commands of a king. Outside of the forbidden love he bore for a princess he was not ready to lose.

“I’m your sworn sword. Where you go, I follow,” Luke reminded but the princess solemnly shook her head and Luke faltered.

“Not this time,” she answered and turned sharply, heading back to the entrance of the clearing and to a fate she did not want to be destined for.

Luke hurried after her, met her at the treeline where their lone horse waited. His hands found hers again and the realization it may be the last time he could feel the softness of her skin, smell the sweetness that lingered around her, he shattered. Pieces of himself falling to the dirt; ragged and sharp enough to sever ties and vows.

“It’s five miles back to the castle,” Luke said flippiantly, eyes searching anywhere but the trail they must take to bring her home. He helped her into the saddle and joined, her arms wound around him in a way that promised she did not want to let go. He let out a breath, ran his thumb over the back of her hand and took a chance. “It’s ten to the docks. Fifty leagues to the next kingdom.”

A demure smile curved her lips as she took in Luke’s words. She peered out to the other side of the meadow, tilted her head to the side and gazed up at Luke.

“Wherever I go…” she said and trailed off.

“I’ll follow,” Luke promised.

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[simpleserendipity]

5SOS: S/O being their safe space

Ashton

Ashton gets stressed easily, he does his best not to show anyone but with you it’s different. At the end of the day, Ashton was always excited to come home and see you. Ashton has never been afraid to be vulnerable with you and you with him. You both knew each other like the back of your hand. Ashton was never afraid to tell you anything because he was sure you would always love him no matter what.

Michael

Michael was more sensitive than he led on. He liked to be alone often. He wanted to play games, listen to music or do anything while being alone, however, you are the exception. Every time Michael would pull away from life and want to hide away from his responsibilities, he would always bring you with him. He couldn’t imagine being without you even when he wanted to be as far away from people as possible.

Calum

Calum liked to be independent at times but other times he loved having you depend on him and him on you. He loved coming home and knowing you were going to be waiting for him. He knew he could always come home and lean on you when things get rough. You could always look at him and immediately know what he needs when he came home. Calum could never tell you enough how much you mean to him.

Luke

Luke is much more transparent with everyone about how much he needs you. If he has a bad day, he’ll call you. If he’s having a great day, he’ll call you. He loves to see you no matter what he’s feeling. He loves knowing that no matter how he’s feeling, good or bad you can always make him feel even better with just a simple conversation.

[clumsyclifford]

frat cake frat cake frat cake is now on repeat in my brain, pls elaborate

dude it's on repeat in my brain too i'm pretty sure i have a #frat cake tag it just haunts me

okay i feel like i'm free to talk about this mainly because uhhmmmm i don't. foresee myself working on it in the near future. so i'll tell you what i have written at the top of this doc, which is the basic concept i had for it i guess:

calum and luke hook up during formal rush when they’re both checking out one frat house and calum is sure luke is going to join that frat. but then they get bids from different frats and both accept and suddenly they’re enemies.

also, i'm pretty sure this AU involves frat rilex as well. alex is the president of frat A that calum joins and rian figures in somewhere. potentially the president of frat B? OH I FOUND IT it was a conversation in the atl channel of the club back in march basically the idea that maybe people in frats have bigs & littles (yknow like. pairing an older member with a new member. or brother? whatever they're called) and so alex is calum's big and rian is luke's big and then we end up with this plot

and to be completely transparent, the odds i write this fic become astronomically higher when i figure rilex into the equation, so. let's not give up hope yet

[calumcest]

beyond beautiful is the sound of a ghost

written for the fic event i will add more detail later when the masterlist is up but its 1.6k! 

my prompt was lashton ghost hunter and i...sort of stuck with it...in a way

Being dead kind of sucks, sometimes. 

Okay, it sucks most of the time. Luke’s tied to the house he died in, doesn’t have anyone to talk to, can’t eat or sleep. The house has been crumbling down around him for decades, and visits from paranormal investigators petered out years ago before Luke had mastered the ability to interact with the physical world, so yeah, it fucking sucks. 

Sometimes, though, it’s pretty cool. Like when he hears three voices on the path outside the house, growing closer and closer, two people insisting that ghosts are real, Ashton, you’ll fucking see, now let us do our jobs, and one voice telling the others he’s cold, how long’s it going to take, you do realise you’re just going to be filming the fucking wind, right? 

“We’re not filming the wind,” one guy says, a little bossily, as he opens the door to Luke’s house. He’s looking over his shoulder, not into the corridor that Luke’s in - not that he’d see Luke anyway - and almost trips over the doorstep as he heads in. 

“Why the fuck did you even come if you think it’s all bullshit?” another guy says, following the first guy into the house. He’s a little taller than the first one, dark-haired where the first is blonde, and he takes the time to look around into the shadows, eyes flitting over Luke like he’s not even there. 

“Because Michael won’t fucking shut up about me not believing in ghosts until I come along with you,” a voice grumbles, and one final guy steps in through the door. He’s a little shorter than the other two, and from what Luke can tell he’s got honey-blonde hair curling around an angled jaw, hazel eyes roaming the corridor lazily. 

“Hey,” the first guy - Michael, Luke supposes - says, with a frown, and clicks on his torch. On instinct, Luke shrinks further back into the shadows, even though he knows he can’t be seen right now. “Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.” 

“Tried what?” the last guy says, sounding a little exasperated. “Fucking with things that don’t exist?” 

“Can’t fuck with them if they don’t exist,” the second guy points out. Luke thinks he’s got a point. 

“Are you going to let us do our jobs, Ashton?” Michael says, and the third guy rolls his eyes, folds his arms - Luke tries not to stare at the way his muscles flex - and tuts. 

“I can’t believe you get paid for this shit,” he mutters, as the second guy pulls out an EMF reader. Christ, it’s been a long time since Luke’s seen one of them. 

“You get paid to fucking bang things with a stick all day,” the second guy says. “How’s that any better?” 

“Fuck off, Calum,” Ashton mutters, and in the light of Michael’s torch Luke can see Calum’s lips quirk up in a grin. 

They head into what used to be the living room, and Luke follows them in, hovering in the corner of the room as Calum and Michael busy themselves with setting up some equipment in the middle of the room. Luke fucking hopes there’s a Ouija board amongst the tangles of wires and blinking lights. He’s not seen half of this shit before; it’s been so long since anyone’s come to visit. 

“Right,” Michael says, a little bossily, and turns to face Ashton with his hands on his hips. “You have to be quiet for this to work.”

“Why, ‘s the ghost got hearing problems?” Ashton says, sounding bored. Luke has to bite back a snort. 

“Just let us do our jobs, okay?” Calum says, spreading something out on the floor next to Ashton. Are those motion sensors? Jesus Christ. Luke’s actually sort of intrigued; he doesn’t know if he’ll set those off. He starts inching towards them as Calum flicks a switch and a light starts flashing, debates dipping a toe in. 

“Alright,” Michael says importantly, standing back from the mess of equipment on the floor. “Luke Hemmings, if you’re in here, let us know. We’re not here to hurt you.” Luke raises an eyebrow. Ashton might be here to hurt him. 

“Can you hear us?” Calum says. Luke’s not sure how he’s supposed to react. Speak back? No, he should save that for later. This is the first human interaction he’s had in at least five years, if his sense of time is still accurate; better to make it last. 

Instead, Luke knocks on the wall, two short, sharp raps that definitely can’t be mistaken for the wind, and watches as Michael and Calum’s faces light up first in surprise, and then glee. 

“Okay,” Michael says, clearly fighting to keep his voice steady. “Oh, fuck. Okay. Right. Uh. You are Luke Hemmings, right?” 

“That sounded more like a rat to me,” Ashton remarks. 

“A rat?” Michael says, sounding affronted. “What kind of fucking rats do you know that knock on walls?” Ashton shrugs, still looking singularly unimpressed. 

“Knock three times if you’re not a rat,” he says loudly, and Luke can’t help but grin as he raps on the wall one, two, three times. 

“Oh my God,” Michael breathes. 

“Holy shit,” Calum says. “Holy- okay, God. Shit. Okay. Fuck.”

“Maybe it’s a bird,” Ashton suggests. “They nest in places like this, don’t they?” 

“Are you fucking serious?” Michael says. He looks absolutely beside himself with excitement. “Oh my God, Cal. Oh my fucking God.”

“I know,” Calum says, sounding equally excited. “I know.”

“Have you guys ever actually encountered a ghost before?” Ashton says, sounding slightly amused. 

“I- well, we-”

“There was that time where the glass fell off the table, remember?” 

“Yeah, and when the door closed, and-”

“Okay,” Ashton interrupts, with a grin and a roll of his eyes. “So even you haven’t seen a ghost before.” 

“Well, not seen, no, but-”

“So how d’you know they’re real?” Michael and Calum glance at each other. 

“There’s so much evidence,” Calum begins, clearly a spiel he’s rehearsed, but Luke’s had enough. He steps out of the shadows, focuses for a moment to make himself corporeal, and then clears his throat. 

“Hey,” he says nonchalantly, and the three of them whip around, Michael squealing and jumping back a step and Calum almost tripping over the motion sensors, which start blaring loudly. Ashton just cocks his head, looking only a little intrigued. 

“Wha- oh my God, Calum, are you recording this? Are you filming this? Fucking- Calum, get the fucking camera out, so help me God-” 

“Shit, shit, shit,” Calum’s saying, fumbling with the motion sensors and staring up at Luke. “Shit, oh my God. You’re Luke Hemmings.”

“Yeah,” Luke says. He cocks his head, mirroring Ashton, and stares at him. “And you don’t believe in me.” 

“No offence,” Ashton says. 

“None taken,” Luke says. 

“You seem pretty, y’know,” Ashton says, gesturing at Luke, as Calum swears down at the motion sensors, trying to turn them off. “Pretty opaque for a ghost.” 

“Oh, you want the full ghost experience?” Luke says casually, and turns his right arm transparent. Ashton looks down at it, raises an eyebrow, and whistles, impressed. 

“Nice,” he says. 

“Thanks,” Luke says. Calum’s finally managed to turn the motion sensors off, and he scrambles to his feet, staring at Luke with wide eyes. 

“Oh my God,” he says. “Are you- are you real?”

“Yeah,” Luke says. “Hey, why don’t you believe in ghosts?” 

“I do,” Calum says. 

“Not you,” Luke says. He doesn’t much care about Calum or Michael. It’s the pretty sceptic he’s interested in. 

“Well, I do now,” Ashton says. 

“Are you- are you serious?” Michael demands, sounding torn between outraged and afraid. Ashton shrugs. 

“He’s standing right there, Mike,” he says, gesturing at Luke. “It’d be rude not to believe in him.” 

“He’s got a point,” Luke says, and Ashton grins. Luke’s stomach flips a little; it’s been too long since he made a cute boy grin. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be, like, scary?” Ashton asks curiously. Luke shrugs. 

“Am I not?” 

“Nah,” Ashton says, shaking his head. “You’re too cute to be scary.” Oh. Luke’s stomach likes that too. 

“Takes one to know one,” Luke says, and Ashton smiles, a real, genuine smile. 

“Hey,” he says, all conversationally. “Can you leave this place, or is that bullshit too?” 

“No,” Luke says, “that’s true.” 

“Oh,” Ashton says, sounding a little disappointed.

“Why?”

“I- well. I know a good place for cute boys.” Luke raises an eyebrow, like his stomach isn’t flipping and churning like it hasn’t done in at least thirty years. 

“Where would that be?” he asks, as casually as he can. Ashton’s smile turns into a smirk. 

“My bed,” he says, and Michael chokes. Ashton notices, because his smirk widens, and he adds, very dramatically: “Kissing you is all I’ve thought about since the moment we met.”

“You’re not flirting with the fucking ghost,” Michael says. “You’re not.” He turns to Calum. “Ashton’s not flirting with the fucking ghost.” 

“He is,” Calum tells him. Michael turns back to Ashton. 

“You’re not,” he says decisively. “You’re not flirting with the ghost.” 

“Is that so?” Luke says to Ashton. “Well. You’re in luck, because I happen to know another good place for cute boys.” 

“He’s not flirting back,” Michael says, to himself. “The ghost is not flirting back. He isn’t.” 

“He is,” Calum says, a little faintly. 

“He’s not.” 

“Oh?” Ashton says, eyes glittering. He’s having too much fucking fun with this. “Where’s that?” 

“A haunted house I know about,” Luke says. “I’ve heard there’s a pretty cool, very opaque spirit in there, too.” Ashton’s grin widens. 

“Really?” he says. “Sounds a little scary, to be honest.” 

“Don’t worry,” Luke says, mock-reassuringly. “I’ll hold your hand.” 

“Ashton’s not going to fuck a ghost,” Michael says to Calum. “He’s not.” Ashton turns to Michael. 

“I’m at least going to try,” he says, and Luke grins. 

[tirednotflirting]

my eyes have always followed you around the room

alexa play ‘if i had a gun’ by noel gallagher’s high flying birds

ao3

Ashton’s house is filled to the brim with people and glitter and bubbly drinks and all he can do is watch the way Luke squeezes his eyes shut, a bright smile on his face when posing for a picture. All he can do is watch the way the tall blonde tucks his messy hair behind his ear only to have the curls fall back into his face, his efforts entirely fruitless. The entire building is practically shaking from the volume of the music but all he can hear is Luke’s laugh. Ashton hasn’t touched a drink all night yet he still feels drunk off of the way Luke’s everything clouds up his mind.

The way he felt wasn’t entirely new though Luke’s knowing about how he felt still was. Ashton knowing about how Luke felt was as well. He smiles as he recalls on Calum’s exasperation at how long it took them to get the words out and Michael’s cluelessness to the entire situation. As he blinks across the room at Luke now, behind his lids all he can see are their blushed cheeks and soft words shared in between the brushing of lips through the rest of the afternoon once Ashton had kicked the other two out of his house just a month or so prior. The delicacy of new love was something Ashton found himself still clinging to any moment they got alone. 

And as he stares across the room now, silently willing Luke to turn in his direction so he can make some cliched head nod to suggest sharing a quick moment alone as a break from his hosting duties, Ashton finds himself wondering if it’s too soon to be feeling like this. They haven’t said the word yet but Ashton knows it’s love. He’s felt so sure of his feelings for the glittery boy across the room for so long there’s not a single doubt in his mind about it. But he knows that Luke is slower to work through his feelings, always working to be more precise in how he cares for people, never wanting to give a wrong impression. It makes sense, Ashton knows, given the way their younger years in the spotlight shaped Luke. 

But as he lets his eyes follow Luke’s path around his living room, his hazel irises tethered to his movements, Ashton suddenly feels himself needing to tell Luke. Ashton has always prided himself on his level-headedness, on the way the rest of the band can turn their pleading eyes to him regardless of the setting to speak on their behalf when at a loss. He hates how he can’t even keep a record of the number of times he’s had to stand up for his boys when they were still just trying to find their footing in the world they all live in. Over the years it had provided him a sense of maturity, the ability to hold his tongue. So it's quite alarming to him now that he can’t stop his feet from advancing out of the kitchen toward Luke and lifting an arm to rest against the bottom of his back to get his attention.

He feels Luke jump against his hand before turning to see it was only Ashton and then relaxing into the touch. Ashton smiles at the woman Luke had been speaking with, apologizing and throwing out some halfway excuse about “band business” before guiding him out of the room and down the hall to his bedroom, the sound of the party drifting off behind them. As he turns to face Luke, Ashton giggles quietly at the glitter that falls from his hair and shoulders. His house is going to be a sparkly nightmare in the morning.

“Ash, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Luke hurriedly asks as Ashton walks them into his room, shutting the door behind them and leaving the light off, the room illuminated just barely by the light coming in from the crack between the bathroom door and the floor.

Ashton smiles somewhat dazedly up at his vaguely confused look as he leans his back against the door, his hands lifting to find Luke’s as his eyes adjust to the low light, the anxious electricity running through his veins calming just enough when he feels their palms press together. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he says as he shakes his hair out, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he makes sure to control himself long enough to choose his words with at least somewhat of his normal care. “I just needed a second with just you.”

Luke hums a happy noise in response, his hands dropping from Ashton’s to wrap around his waist, pulling the two boys to stand close enough that Ashton is sure Luke can feel the heat radiating off his blushing cheeks. “That’s fair, I’ve missed you tonight,” Luke sighs as he rocks them back and forth some, Ashton’s hands moving to rest against Luke’s chest. “Though you’ve been staring at me the whole night.”

Ashton notes the sarcasm in the statement but stutters through his words regardless. “I mean, I just. There’s no one else in the room I’d rather be looking at, honestly.”

His thoughts swim as he tries to piece together how to say what he needs to say when he feels a forehead knock gently against his own, Luke’s nose brushing against his. Ashton can feel the smile on Luke’s lips as he brushes them against Ashton’s before he speaks again. “You dragged me back here to tell me you like looking at me? We’re pretty transparent, Ash. Think you probably could have shouted that across the living room and no one would have said a thing.”

“I think I love you,” Ashton says in a rush into the limited space between their lips. “But it’s okay if you aren’t there yet. It’s okay if you’re never there. Just needed you to know. And didn’t want to tell you in the middle of everything out there.”

It’s not until he feels a hand press against his cheek that Ashton realizes he’s had his eyes closed as he says the words. He flutters them open to meet the muted blue tone that Luke’s own have taken on in the dark light. “You know I only noticed you looking at me because I was looking at you too, right?”

A confused look drops to Ashton’s features and he’s moments away from letting them shift to something more like disappointment when Luke continues. “I love you. And yeah, I know it’s a little early for it. But we’re human, we don’t always run like clockwork. No matter how hard you try to, old man.”

And for once, Ashton is speechless, only a short laugh escaping his lips at the name Luke’s called him. He doesn’t want to just not respond though so he lets a hand lift from Luke’s chest and press into the hair at the back of his neck to pull their lips together for a second longer than a moment. When they pull away from one another, their foreheads stay touching, soft smiles on both their lips as they hold one another. Ashton leans against Luke’s palm further as the other boy runs his thumb across the top of his cheek.

Luke lets his lips press to the tip of Ashton’s nose before letting out a quiet laugh. “We should probably get out there before midnight. Michael might end up popping champagne again and we don’t want to have to replace anymore windows this year.”

Ashton laughs as he leans his head against the door, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling. “If Calum could just control him for one night…” 

“That’s asking quite a bit of both of them now, come on.”

Ashton shakes his head as he lifts their now intertwined hands to his lips as he turns to lead them back out into the glitter and lights. “Stay with me tonight? Wanna be close to you once it’s quiet again.”

Luke smiles and squeezes their palms together as they wander back out toward the chaos. “Only if I get my kiss at midnight.”

Ashton laughs, his head now shaking more in disbelief that they’ve finally made it here than anything else. “Wouldn’t want to start the new year any other way.”

And as they arrive back into the middle of it all, Ashton still finds himself slightly nervous at the confession despite the mutual nature of their words. They were so brief and all Ashton wants to do is talk to Luke about this for days on end, for the rest of forever really. But it’s almost as though Luke can hear his racing thoughts as he drops his hand in favor of pulling Ashton into his side as they approach where Michael and Calum stand out near the back door. And as Luke lets his head fall to rest against Ashton’s, his thumb rubbing little circles against Ashton’s hip while he dives into conversation with Calum, Ashton starts to realize that maybe the rest of forever gets to start right now.

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clearing out my camera roll 213/?

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Vibe (Calum Hood Smut)

Summary: CEO!Calum wants his girlfriend with him on the investors' tour. (Smut/  Unprotected Sex / Oral; Male Receiving / Use of Toys / Semi-Public Sex) Request) (Words: 8.5k) (Part 1: Vibe)

The soft peck that is planted on my shoulder makes me stir in my sleep before I turn to my side to find Calum smiling at me. The smell of coffee fills my nostrils, and I am sure if I avert my gaze just a little, I will find Calum's espresso placed on the nightstand. "Buon giorno, principessa." He says softly, leaning down to press a kiss on my forehead. "Practising your Italian I see... Good morning, baby." I smile at him, sitting up and resting my back against the fluffy pillows. "Pretty much that's all my Italian knowledge." He states, just as I reach for the tiny mug that holds his double shot of coffee. He slaps my hand away softly, while I bring it to my lips and take a sip. He shakes his head at me, sighing as he surrenders. "How come you are not taking breakfast downstairs? I am not used to you being here when I wake up." I mumble, passing him the coffee. "It's Madison's day off. No breakfast today..." He replies, taking a sip from the mug. "I forgot about that... And I wanted to have some pancakes today..." I pout, making him smirk at me. "Aren't you a little brat? You barely eat breakfast on regular days and now you want pancakes... What am I going to do with you?" He asks, leaving the coffee on the nightstand before he crawls on the bed, making me lay on my back. "Fuck my face, daddy." I bite my lip, hooking my toes in his sweatpants; I have to cherish the moments he is in his sweats before he has to get into a suit to go to the office. He looks at me intrigued, cocking an eyebrow at me as I lower the waistband a little. He smells so fresh, the smell of his cologne still lingering on his skin. The light barely pierces through the heavy curtains, but the rays that shine in the room make his skin look so delicious. "Are you serious right now?" He nearly growls; I can tell he is getting hard just at the thought of me choking on his cock. And I really, really need to give him something as Good morning, make sure that he keeps the memory in his mind as he goes on about his day. "Very, daddy. Fuck my face. Please, I need it." I plead, looking at him in my most needy expression. I see him hesitate for just a second, for sure calculating whether or not he will make it to work on time. "Fuck it. On your knees." He demands, standing up from the bed and lowering his sweatpants and briefs, freeing his cock.

He is semi-hard, but I am sure the moment my fingers wrap around his length, his cock will become solid. I fall on my knees, looking at him through my lashes as he strokes my hair I love the view, his jaw tensing up and the vein on his neck bulging against his skin. "You gonna suck me off, or what?" He nearly commands me, his fingers tangling and pulling at my hair. I smile at him, licking my lips before I press them on his length. I start from below his tip, working my way down until I graze his balls. His cock jumps a little, which if anything is a little funny. My hand wraps around his cock, with my thumb pressing on the tip momentarily before I run it over the glistening head. "No teasing." He groans, reaching down to grab my jaw. He pries it open, looking at me satisfied as he slips his cock in my mouth.

He doesn't hesitate; he bucks his hips to my face, driving his cock deeper in my throat as I surrender. He thrusts his cock in and out of my mount, hissing as I keep my mouth open and let him do whatever he pleases. My nails dig in his thighs, scratching down as I look up to him, finding him with his head tilted back and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. "The sounds your mouth makes... Fuck..." His voice breaks as he shoves his cock down my throat, keeping my face pressed against his crotch as my throat spasms around his dick. He lets me get some air after I gag on his length for a bit. "You look so good with tears down your face and saliva dripping from your chin. I love how you become such a filthy little whore for me and only me..." He praises me, while my hand strokes him. I tap his tip on my tongue, tasting the drop of precum that pools on the head of his cock. "I love how good you look like that." He moans, thrusting his cock into my mouth again. I swirl my tongue on the underside as I try to breathe calmly, the fire in my belly spreading.

I love his taste, my taste buds go all crazy as I take him in. I suck in my cheeks, watching him roll his eyes at me. The hand on my hair tightens its grip; I know Calum too well to know that he is too close. "Fuck... You really want my cum, don't you? So greedy..." He hisses, his hips bucking forward. I relax my jaw, letting him have his pace at using my mouth. I know that there is no reason to fight to have him under my spell, he wants to be dominant this time. So I just let him fuck my throat while my hand reaches up to stroke his balls, which tighten the moment I touch them. "I wanna fucking cum.... I wanna fucking cum down your throat... You'll swallow like a good girl, won't you?" He asks, stroking down my face. I hum, sending vibrations down his cock as he pulls out a little, resting the tip of it flat on my tongue while my hand still strokes him. "Fuck." He screams, spurting in my mouth. I adore the warmth on my tongue, I adore his taste to the point I would gladly suck him off every day for the rest of my life.

He gasps for air, watching me swallow down his seed with a smile on my face. He can't help but smile too, helping me stand up on my feet. He presses his lips on mine, prying my mouth open with his tongue as he kisses me. "I'll be late for the office." He sighs as he pulls away, resting his forehead against mine. "Screw them. Stay, please." I whimper, pouting at him. "I can't do that, pretty girl. I have to go... I'll send you pancakes along with your daily bouquet with Peter." He offers but I hum as I think about it. "Why don't you give me the flowers when I get to your office for lunch? You won't say no to lunch with me, will you?" I ask and he sighs. "Come on, Mr. Hood. Are you going to deny your principessa?" I ask, running the tip of my nail across his jaw. He grouses a little before he shakes his head. "If my principessa promises to wear her Lush toy for lunch, she has a deal." He replies, cocking an eyebrow as his tongue darts past his lips to lick them. "You are a tough negotiator." I wrap my arms around him, resting them above his ass. "It's all business, darling. What time do you want me to tell Peter to pick you up?" He asks, bringing his hand through my hair. "Why can't I drive myself to your office? I can take the Lexus..." I bat my eyelashes at him, making him roll his eyes. "Fine. You are lucky I love you and I can't resist you." He replies, leaning down for a kiss.

My high heels click against the tiled floor, making me walk with a tempo. No one bothers stopping and asking me who I am; they damn know who I am, their boss made sure of it. I smile at Calum's secretary who greets me as I enter his office, not stopping before I open the door and walk into his space. Calum is reading some papers, so his attention is not on me yet, which gives me enough time to walk toward him. "Whatever it is, leave it on the desk, I'll check it after lunch." He says without taking his eyes off whatever it is that he is reading. "Ok, sir." I reply, sitting on the edge of the desk. He lifts his head to look at me, smiling as he realizes I am here. "Fuck, I missed you." He sighs, pulling me to his lap. "You saw me in the morning." I giggle and he shakes his head. "I've been thinking about you the whole damn day. Your lips... I am hooked on you." He says, tracing his thumb over my bottom lip. "It's my magic power. I was promised flowers and lunch." I state, pursuing my lips. "Did you hold your end of the deal?" He asks, grabbing his phone to open the app. "Yep. And raised the offer a little bit." I reply, opening my cardigan and letting it slip down one of my shoulders, along with the strap of my silk cami top, revealing the little transparent lace bralette. "Fuck me." He utters, looking at me mesmerized. "Right here? They're gonna see us." I grab his chin, bringing my lips to his.

His tongue slips in my mouth, dancing with mine as I straddle his lap. I really need him, desperately. But the door opens, making me shoot up a little and sit in a more decent way before I turn to look at who almost caught us red-handed. "(Y/N), lovely to see you here." Mr. Roberman says as he walks toward the desk; good, the only person above Calum has just seen us messing around. "Mr. Roberman, it is lovely to see you too. Sorry for stealing Calum away from company obligations, but I was promised lunch and I am here to redeem it." I smile politely, making him chuckle. "Don't apologize, darling. I was here about lunch plans too. Samantha is joining me for lunch and I heard people buzzing about our CEO's gorgeous lady walking in here today. So, I came to ask you if you'd like to join us." He asks, making me look at Calum. "Sure, we would love to. We will meet you at the garage." Calum replies, smiling brightly. "See you in 10 minutes." The man states, before walking out.

I can't help but laugh nervously, hiding my face in Calum's neck. "We almost got caught." I groan and he hums. "It's going to be so fun, watching you try to keep it together at lunch with the Robermans." Calum says, making me perk up to look at him with wide eyes. "You wouldn't dare." I gasp and he gives me the most devilish grin. "That was our deal, wasn't it?" He replies, his eyes crinkling as his smirk almost reaches his ears.

"(Y/N), you look radiant as ever." Samantha compliments me, air-kissing me as Calum and I reach the table they have reserved. "Look who's talking. You look gorgeous, Samantha." I reply while Calum drags my chair out for me. That little shit is trying to play it nice... Calum brings his phone out of his pocket, letting it sit on the table as he taps his fingers on it. He has the nerve to tease me... "I haven't seen you since when? Must have been the cocktail party... You looked a little uneasy that day, are you feeling better?" She asks me, making Calum gasp and bring his hand on top of mine. "Oh no, darling. What was bothering you?" He asks me, pretending he has no clue. "Oh, it was nothing. Just a few cramps. Anyway, let's talk about something more interesting than that. How are you, Samantha?" I ask, holding back from kicking Calum's ankle. "Oh, I am so busy these days. I am planning for the European trip, to visit the investors. It is so exhausting." She sighs, making me turn to Calum. "What trip?" I ask and he chuckles. "I was planning on telling you tonight. We are going to Europe. Rome, Paris, Berlin, Moscow, and then London. We are meeting with investors and talking about business. I want you with me." He states, bringing the back of my hand to his lips. "To talk business?" I ask, joking with him. "You are my lucky charm, I need you there." He shrugs his shoulders, making me smile. "Oh, it is going to be so lovely, (Y/N). Rome and Paris, they have the most fabulous stores. It is going to be a treat..." Samantha sings, making me smile at her as the waiter approaches us.

"Are you sure you are not going to be bored? You can always get back home and I will take a cab when I get off." Calum asks me as we enter his office. I take off my cardigan, dropping it on the chair in front of his desk before I sit on the opposite one. "I'll have the best view in the world. I'll never get bored of staring at you..." I sigh, leaning my head on my palms as he takes his seat. "The Robermans brought you to a tough spot, didn't they?" I ask him, making him look at me with knitted eyebrows. "When?" He asks, bringing his papers closer. "When they told me about the trip. You weren't planning on telling me, were you?" I ask, making him chuckle. "I was planning on telling you. Tonight. I printed your tickets and I wanted to give you the black credit card, so you could buy anything you would need for the trip. Here." He passes me the tickets, having his signature winner's smirk.

I look at my name written on top of the paper, biting my bottom lip as I get up to move to him. "They ruined your plans, bub?" I tease him leaning down to kiss his lips. His left hand goes to my waist, pulling me closer to him, causing me to land on his lap. "We are going to get caught again." I whisper, making him hum. "We are not doing anything. And I really have to finish these before we leave. So, we are safe..." He states, twisting a strand of hair behind my ear. "I better go back to my chair then." I press a kiss on his forehead, making him groan and tighten the grip on my waist. "Show me what's under the top..." He sounds groggy, his voice is needy. "What if someone walks in?" I ask as he plays with the strap of my top. "I will fire them... Come on, give me a peak..." He groans, making me sigh in defeat. I lower the strap, revealing the lacy undergarment to him. He moans happily, grabbing his phone from the desk. "Come on... Lower the lace too..." He begs, unlocking the phone as he licks his lips. "Cal..." I protest but vibrations go off inside me, making me squeal.

"Cal what? What were you saying, princess?" He asks me, increasing the intensity of the pattern. "I hate you... So fucking much." I jolt, my head falling back and my lips parting as he continues the torture. "What, you thought I wouldn't use it? You were lucky Samantha implemented the no-phone rule. But now, I can play all I want. Come on, be a good girl, and lower that lace for me." He tries to convince me, using his strong voice. It doesn't take much to persuade me, to be honest, with the vibe going off inside me, hitting right on my spot, and his assertive voice making me dizzy. So I lower the strap of my bralette revealing my breast to him. My nipple is rough and pointy and he seems to be amused by it. "Fuck, babygirl... I want a taste." He murmurs, making me sit up a little, bringing my chest to his face, letting him wrap his lips around my nipple. He traces his tongue over it before he sucks as rough as he can. "Mine." He growls; the app has been set to auto, sending the latest pattern of vibrations to the little toy inside me. "Fuck... It feels so good." I cry out, making him hum before his teeth graze over my nipple. "Calum, please, this is frustrating..." I yelp, closing my eyes. My body shakes, hips bucking forward as I try to keep a balance.

But Calum is bafflingly stubborn, sucking even harsher as I practically collapse, my body fighting to stay upright. "Cal..." I cry out, throwing my head back as I cum, shivers running down my spine as I tremble. He hums pleased, letting my nipple slip from his mouth with a pop. "You make me so fucking hard, princess. I still wonder how I have any space on my brain left that is not occupied by you." He tilts my head so I look at him before he kisses me softly. I literally fight to get air in my lungs as the vibrations still go on, making my orgasm unbearable. "The vibe, turn off the vibe..." I squeal, gripping onto him as I shake "Fuck, you are right..." He grabs his phone, turning off the toy and fixing my bralette and top. "Are you ok, angel?" He asks, stroking my hair. I blink rapidly, nodding my head as my body relaxes a little. "I'll go take it out. I've been wearing it for too long. And my panties must be a mess." I realize, unstraddling him; my legs feel wobbly, it takes me a second to find my stability "I'll order you some tea." He offers, bringing the back of my hand to his lips.

"Did you finish your suitcases?" Calum asks as he walks into our closet. He is clad in a gray pair of sweatpants only, holding 2 glasses and a bottle of wine in his hand. "Almost. I need to see which formal clothes I will take with me." I sigh, scanning his body and biting my lip. "I thought you and Samantha went shopping for dinner clothes..." He states, placing the glasses and bottle on the little marble island in the center of the closet. "We did. We just bought so many things, I have to pick. That woman, she is a pro at shopping. And she has a good eye. Especially for lingerie." I reply, opening the jewelry drawer to pick some. "You went lingerie shopping with my boss's wife?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at me. "Daniel eats well..." I reply, smirking at him. "Fuck, stop. I won't be able to look at them in the eye after that." He cringes and I cackle, walking closer to him. I pick up my glass, clinking it to his. "Well, your boss's wife likes me, a lot. So, you don't have to worry about your chair." I state, taking a sip of my wine. "Cool, I will make sure to stop doing a good job and slack at it, I am safe." He says sarcastically, making me giggle as I lean in on him. "That's why I told you." I reply, making him hum. He leans down to kiss me, pulling me close by my waist. I moan in the kiss, enjoying how plush his lips feel against mine. He takes my glass, leaving it on the island behind us. He wraps my legs around his waist, picking me up and placing me on the marble countertop.

"Let me worship you..." He whispers, standing between my thighs. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling my walls pulse around nothing. "I have to finish the luggage." I groan, making him groan as well. "But I fucking need you." He whines, voice breaking at the end. "I know. But I have to finish packing. Or else I will have to wear sweatpants at investors' dinner. Or lingerie and swimsuits, I've packed plenty of those..." I reply, making him moan and lick his lips. "That would be nice, actually..." He comments, gripping onto my thighs. "You wanna show everyone what's for your eyes only?" I ask and he groans. "No... I'll help you choose." He offers, hooking his finger in the neck of my top and peeking inside. I scoff, slapping his hand away, while he smirks playfully. "No bra, huh?" He wiggles his eyebrows, while he helps me off the counter. "For fuck's sake, Calum. Can you behave like an adult for just a minute?" I ask, shaking my head. He corners me up against the marble island, pressing his body on mine as he breathes heavily. "You don't want me acting like an adult now, princess. We have to pack." He comments, making me gulp as I feel my insides get on fire.

"There's the happy couple..." Samantha comments as Calum and I walk into the VIP lounge. Calum chuckles, pecking on my temple before he leaves me to go greet Mr. Roberman. "I feel so sleepy, I can't wait until we board." I groan, taking a seat next to her. "There is a long flight ahead of us, darling. You'll be able to nap a bit." She replies, patting my hand softly. "I don't know how you accompany Daniel to all of the trips. It has been exhausting and we haven't even left yet..." I joke and he hums. "Well, I simply cannot spend that many days without him." She explains; it is truly inspirational, seeing that they are still smitten after that many years together. "This is very romantic, actually. I hope Calum and I will be like you when we reach your stage." I smile, looking over at Calum. "Oh, darling. That boy is in awe of your every move. I think he worships the air you breathe." She comments, making me blush.

We board on the plane, going to the A-class seats straight ahead. I am used to it by now, but I still remember the first time I didn't fly economy; I was nearly shaking from how differently I was treated, Calum laughed at me over that during the whole trip. "Let me help you with that." Calum picks up my carry-on, putting it on the cabinet with ease. His t-shirt raises a bit, revealing his adonis lines. "Take a picture, it will last longer..." He comments as he takes his seat. "Why take a picture when I can stare at it every day?" I ask, biting my lip. "It is going to be a long flight to Rome..." He comments, making me chuckle. "Yeah, I know. I am planning on napping. I am sooo fucking tired." I stretch my back, before leaning back softly. "You didn't sleep well last night?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow as if he doesn't know I barely slept. "It was a little hard to, with you penetrating me every 5 minutes." I whisper, making him stare at me with knitted eyebrows. "I didn't hear you complaining last night... Thank God we don't have neighbors that close to our house." He says cockily, making me roll my eyes at him. "I didn't say I didn't like it. I said I didn't get much sleep." I pout, leaning my head on his shoulder. "Well, I have to read through some notes for the first couple of hours... You can use me as a pillow, I don't mind." He states, pulling his laptop out of the case. "You sure you don't mind?" I ask and he hums. "Are you kidding me? You lean on my shoulder, I turn my head to see you, you are asleep, so pretty. And I look a bit down and I can see down your top... I'll be the happiest man." He replies, making me huff "You are such a dirty bastard." I comment, leaning my head on his shoulder. "You love me for that." He points out, his voice is cheerful as he turns to plant a kiss on my forehead. "I do." I smile, wrapping my arms around his.

"You know why Samantha is with Daniel on every trip?" I ask Calum as I slip out of the shower. He is brushing his teeth, so he just makes a questioning sound. "For luxury hotels, nice meals, and shopping sprees?" He asks and I sneer, shaking my head at him. "Because she is still, so in love with him, that she can't bear being away from him for so many days. It is adorable." I state, wrapping my arms around his abdomen and leaning my head on his shoulder blade. "Hm, that is actually very sweet. Are you fangirling over their relationship? You know about their sex life, you know about sweet little details of their relationship... You are a shipper." He comments, making me sigh. "I just hope we are like that after that many years together. And Samantha... Well, she gets this life, she gets every aspect, and most of my friends don't. So, we talk a lot. She is actually very nice, very supportive, and not superficial at all." I press a kiss on his skin, making his hum. "I can actually promise you we are going to be like that when we are their age." He states, making me purr softly.

We didn't actually get to see Rome; the visit was only for a day and a half and it was packed with meetings for Calum, so I actually spent the day in the hotel with Samantha. And thank God we did, because the pampering came in handy for our first night in Paris. The Parisian investors insisted on a small celebration for the deal, so here we are, getting ready for the starlit dinner to impress the wealthy men by being literal arm candy. Samantha finishes putting on her lipstick before chuckling and turning to me. "Wanna know why I love Paris so much?" She asks me, making me turn to her. "Is it because it has luxury boutiques and fancy wine?" I ask and she brushes me off. "The first time Daniel and I came, it was again for investor business, he actually proposed to me. I didn't know anything about it, he just took me to the roof of the restaurant we were eating, and he pulled out the ring. He said he wants me to be with him for the rest of his life, that I am a lucky charm for him he wanted to keep on him forever. I've loved the city since." She replies, making me coo. "That is actually adorable." I state with a smile, making her hum. "Calum said you are his lucky charm too... Do you think he... I am sorry, I probably shouldn't ask about it..." She lets out, making me gasp. "What? You think he is going to propose to me? It's not like Calum to do that. He is not that big of a romantic." I reply, shrugging my shoulders. "Well, he insisted you come with us. And what better city than Paris..." She smiles at me, and I really feel my heart stop. I want nothing less than spending my life with him.

The knock on the door makes me rush to get off the bed before I even had the chance to slip into my shoes. "Ms. (Y/L/N)?" The hotel worker asks me as I open the door. "That's me." I smile and he hands me an envelope. "Mr. Hood sends this for you." He says as I inspect the envelope. "Thank you." I say as the man pulls from the door before walking away. I shut the door and tear the paper open with my nail, excited about what it has inside. 'You know what you should put on for the party. Let's have some fun. Xoxo Calum' I bite the inside of my cheek; how do I tell him I didn't pack it with me?

I walk out of the elevator, clad in my silk wrap dress and stiletto high heels. Calum is already waiting for me in the reception area, dressed in his 3-piece suit and no tie. He has this bad boy attitude that ties it all together, making me drool for him. "You look... You look like it is going to be a very hard night for me." He comments, pressing his lips on my temple. I smile at him, grazing my fingers over the collar of his shirt. "I didn't pack it for the trip." I whisper in his ear, pressing a kiss on his lobe. "I am sorry? What you didn't pack for the trip?" He asks, bringing his hand to rest on my waist, agonizingly close to my ass. "The toy. I didn't pack it with me..." I reply, making his grip tighten on my body. "Pity. I wanted to play a little." He sighs, sounding a lot disappointed. I shrug my shoulders, looking at him with a smirk. "Kitten, I hope you are not lying to me." He says sternly as he sees the smirk on my face. "I am not. You are kinda out of luck." I shrug and give him a condescending smile.

"Your girlfriend, Mr. Hood, she is quite the beauty." One of the investor's comments, raising his glass at me. Calum tightens his grip on my thigh, making me move on my spot a little. "Thank you. She has quite an interesting brain as well." Calum speaks; his words sound polite, but the vein on his neck bulges from the fury. How dare that man lay his eyes on what is his? And also patronize his partner? "I am sure she does." The man continues, smiling at him. I can see Calum's eyes get wide with anger; he has made it very clear he doesn't enjoy people hitting on me, even though the man is just politely paying me a compliment. "Will you excuse us for a minute?" Calum lets a moment pass before he gets up from his chair, holding his hand out for me. I leave my glass on the table, getting up and taking his hand in mine.

He walks us out of the area the dinner is held, guiding me to a little balcony. Oh my, is he actually gonna... "I don't like that guy." He starts, walking nervously. "I think I got that. But he was just polite." I explain, moving closer to him and placing my hand on his shoulder. "He can fuck off here with his bullshit politeness. You are mine. Period." He growls. "The possibility that I am my own goddamn person and no one's property ever crosses your mind?" I ask and he groans. "I don't mean it in a possessive way. I mean it... Fuck, you know how I mean it." He runs his hand down his face. "Sweetheart, he was just giving me a compliment, he did the same for Samantha." I try to calm him down, causing him to huff in annoyance. "I don't care what he did with Samantha, he was looking at you like he was trying to undress you with his eyes." He sounds irrational, which is nearly comical. "Baby, you are being a brooding little bitch right now." I point out, making him sigh. "I don't want him looking at you." He says after he takes a couple of deep breaths. "I know. You can just calm down, we get through this and we get back to our hotel room, and he will probably never see me again." I soothe him, cupping his face in my hands. He breathes calmly, resting his hands on my hips. "I am going to give you the world. I am going to hold it in my hands, and give it to you." He nuzzles his nose against mine; he really doesn't make much sense right now, what does this have to do with him being jealous over an old, white man? "I already have the world in my hands. I am holding it with my own two palms." I reply, squeezing his face a little. "I am so fucking in love with you." He whispers, leaning in to kiss me. He pushes me until my back is against the wall and we are by the window, to a spot there is no way anyone will see us. I kiss him back, bringing my fingers through his curls, while his hands roam down my body. God, his hands feel so good on my body, even now that my skin is covered by my clothes. "We need to head in..." I moan against his lips, making him groan and bite on my bottom lip. "I wanna cover you in hickeys..." He moves his lips down my neck, tracing his tongue over my collarbone before he finds his way to my décolletage, leaving open-mouthed kisses there. "You are literally like a dog peeing all over the place to establish dominance." I joke. "I thought you loved it when I left marks." He protests. "I do. But this is not one of the reasons I want you to leave marks. Come on, let's go in. I am getting cold." I say, cupping his face and bringing it to eye-level with me. He nods, leaving a kiss on the tip of my nose before he wraps his arm around my waist and walks us in.

I really, really hoped he would propose while we were in Paris; Samantha had gotten into my head and I really over-read every gesture Calum made. But of course, my gut was right in the beginning, Calum is not that big of a romantic. So, the moment we took off from Paris, my mood dropped. I slip under the covers of the bed in our hotel room in Berlin. It is basically freezing that time of the day in here, so Calum pulls me closer to him for warmth. His hand travels from my hip to my belly, tracing his fingers lower each passing second. "Cal, no." I bring my hand to raise his and drop it on his side. "Are you ok, baby?" He asks, his hand going to free my neck from my hair. "Yeah, just tired." I am lying, of course. "Oh, princess. Maybe you should sleep in tomorrow." He suggests and I hum. "Yeah, probably. Do you mind if I ask you to be quiet? I really need some sleep." I state, not turning to look at him. "Of course. Sleep tight, dream of me." He reaches over to flip the switch and turn off the light. Fuck, I don't know why I am so bummed over something that was just a theory. I just fucking wish he would wanna marry me, not because it is expected after all these years we've been together, but because he is the only person he made me consider ever getting married. He is the only person I want to actually marry.

If I thought Berlin was cold, Moscow came and punched me in the fucking face. Layers upon layers and layers of clothes just to go from the entrance of the hotel to the car which was supposed to take us wherever.

So I decided to stay in, where it is warm, and use the hot tub on the balcony of our room. Now, this is fancy. It is weird, seeing the cold city from the safety and warmth of the bubbling water. "There you are. Sam told me you didn't even go down for dinner." Calum snaps me out of my haze as he steps out on the balcony. I turn around to look at him, finding him slouched and looking exhausted. "It is so nice here. Too cold for me out there to go and I didn't feel like eating hotel food tonight. What's the matter, baby? You look just a little crappy." I state and he sighs. "I am exhausted. And the Russians are just about the harshest negotiators have had to work with." He replies and I pout at him. "Come on, get in. Enjoy the view with me. You'll feel a bit relaxed." I suggest, motioning him over with my fore and middle finger. "I'll go put on my swim trunks. I'll be right back." He says, smiling at me.

He is in the water in no time, and I am settled between his legs, with my back resting against his chest. "It's nice in here, you were right." He sighs, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I am always right. But you are still crappy. I can hear it in your voice." I turn my head to look at him. "I will be fine when the deal is over." He brushes it off and I hum. "Can't let my man be crappy until then." I turn around, reaching to untie my bikini top. "I know a way to make you feel a lot better." I reply, throwing the top in the water as I straddle him. His eyes go wide, mouth agape as I palm him over his trunks. "Baby." He moans, looking around a little. "What, sweetheart?" I ask him, slipping my hand under the swimsuit, pressing my hand on his cock. "We are a little bit exposed, aren't we?" He asks, while my thumb runs over his tip. "No one can see us. Come on, daddy. Let me make you feel a lot better." I lean closer, bringing my lips to his neck. I plant a few kisses right under his jaw, while I stroke him slowly. I feel his pulse against my lips as I work on his skin, making me run my tongue over his pulse point.

His hand moves down my body, pulling the ties of my bikini bottoms and undoing it, as I bite on his Adam's apple softly, my teeth mostly grazing the skin around it. "Baby..." He moans, while I stroke his cock. He becomes solid hard, his veins bulging against his skin; he needs me, just as much as I do. "Gonna fuck me, daddy? Gonna fill my pussy up?" I ask him, teasing him just a little more. He groans, digging his fingertips into my hips. "Please, princess... Take my cock..." He whines, making me smile at him. "You'll have to wait for just one more second." I chuckle, lowering my face to his chest and circling around his nipple. He gulps thickly, making me grin as I take his nipple between my teeth. "Fuck..." He hisses, throwing his head back and whimpering softly. I roll it between my teeth, watching his face twitch in agony. Oh, how the tables turn. I trail back up his face, holding it steady to admire the way he looks right now. "Let me slip inside you, please..." He is putty in my hands, cheeks rosy and lips plump and pink. "Take your cock out." I demand, tracing my thumb over his bottom lip.

He follows my order, freeing his cock for me before I hover over him, letting him line up his cock to my entrance. Until I sink my hips down on him and take him inside me, the only sound produced is the water bubbling around us. He gulps heavily, making his apple pop and eyes glisten for me. I let him go in slowly, allowing us both to enjoy this. My hands go to the back of his head, fingers playing with the hair in the base of his neck. His hands wander up my ribcage, cupping my breasts and running his thumb over my nipples. "Can I have you stark naked every day?" He asks me, while I wiggle my hips on his. "You act like I am not naked on your bed every night." I reply; the water around us moves as I ride him, making the whole setting totally oneiric. "I am talking about all day, every day. Have you walk around our house naked, taking in all of you, every inch of your skin... I wanna stare at you all day long." He whines, biting his lip at the end. "You are stretching me..." I groan, digging my nails into his skin as I feel my walls struggle to wrap around his girth. "I know, baby. You are so tight around me. Fuck, I haven't had you in 2 days, and I already feel like this is new. Your body, your fucking body..." He groans, bringing me closer to him. He buries his face in my neck, nuzzling his nose against my skin softly. "Calum..." I murmur, angling my body to get his cock to hit on the right spot. "Mm, princess?" He asks, bringing his hands on my ass, squeezing harshly. He makes my body move faster, pushing my ass down on him. "I am ovulating today... Don't..." I begin but he brings his lips on mine and stops me. "I won't... But I really want to..." He states, kissing down my cheek. My stomach is as tight as it can be, as a weird numbness spreads on my body. "Yeah, but... What if..." I struggle to let out, getting too hazy as his tip penetrates against my cervix. "I want all the babies with you..." He breathes against my skin, making me jolt a little. "I am not ready, Cal..." I whine and he hums "I know..." He replies, kissing my neck with a feather-light kiss. "I am close..." I state, biting my lip as I close my eyes and get ready for my high. "I can feel you pulsing. Cum for me..." He encourages me, bucking his hips up with force and making me yelp.

My legs shake and I become dizzy as I get closer with every second that passes, with every thrust he is giving me. "Baby, I need you to cum soon. I am running out of disgusting things to think of." Calum whispers, making me nod my head. "Just a little more, just a little more... Just a little... a little... more. Fuck." I feel my walls convulse around him as I cum, pulsing around his throbbing cock. He pulls out almost instantly, standing up in front of me. I kneel, bringing my face close to his dick as he strokes it fast, hissing as he throws his head back and I open my mouth for him, letting him cover my tongue with his seed. I watch his stomach rise and fall, tasting him in my mouth as he tries to calm down from his orgasm. "You are all that calms me down. I swear to god." He kneels in front of me and cupping my face in his hands. "See? I told you I can make you feel better." I state and he hums, bringing his lips to mine. "Your skin is getting pruney." He says, rubbing his hand down my arm. "I have been in here for quite a long." I sigh as I pick my bikini bottoms and tie them back on. "Wanna go out and order room service? You must be starving, I know I am." He suggests, fixing his swim trunks. "I wanna stay a little longer. The view is so pretty and it is so warm in here." I state, going back to the spot I was sitting.

Calum moves behind me, making me sit between his legs. "Are you excited to see your sister?" I ask, leaning my head against his shoulder. "The most excited I've ever been to see Mali." He replies, bringing his hand to cover mine. "You've missed her, huh?" I ask again and he hums. "Lots. I can't wait till we get to London." He sighs and I smile at him, feeling relaxed in his arms.

"Is it bad that I kinda wish we would visit more countries?" I ask Calum as Calum and I make our way to the place Mali is performing tonight. It is officially the last night of the European investors tour, and I haven't seen Calum this relaxed in the past couple of weeks. "Where else would you wanna go, princess?" He asks me as he holds my hand tighter. "I would love to go to Madrid, Granada, maybe Bucharest, it is very pretty there. And then I would love to go visit some Greek islands, it is like paradise in there." I reply, making him hum. "That sounds more of a vacation plan than a business trip." He says, pressing his lips on my forehead. "I didn't say I wanted more business trips. I said I wanted to visit more places." I state and he chuckles at me. "It is a little early to plan for vacation. But I will take your suggestions into consideration." He says, pulling me in front of him to face me. I smirk as he leans down to kiss me, making me giggle against his lips. "I need a drink." I state, moving toward the bar. "Bring me a beer. I'll find the table." He says and I nod, watching him for a few more seconds as he pushes past people. He looks totally different from his classic suit look, the black jeans and leather jacket making him look way more chill.

I pick up the beers and head towards where I saw Calum head. It is crowded in here, and I couldn't be more proud of Mali's success. I find Calum sitting on one of the tables in the front, scrolling through his phone. So I clear my throat and leave his bottle in front of him. "Thirsting on Instagram again? See anyone you like?" I ask, making him hum. "Yeah, the waitress that brought me my beer. She is hotter than hell." He replies, leaving his phone down. "Yeah, yeah... As if you are not liking thirst traps on insta." I cock an eyebrow, bringing my beer to my lips. "Jealous?" He asks, clinging his bottle to mine. "Shouldn't I be?" I ask back, crossing my leg over the other. "Baby, are you serious right now?" He asks, moving his chair closer to mine. "Absolutely... I've seen your activity tab, back when it was a feature. Don't try to play it coy." I reply and he hums. "I only got eyes for you. Plus, you post thirst traps all the time." He points out, making me bite my lip. "Barely ever, and I post them whenever you make me mad and I need to tease you." I shrug my shoulders, picking up my drink.

Mali gets on stage, being greeted by a round of applause and cheers from the crowd. Calum looks at her excitedly, making me admire once more their bond. She is once more angelic, her presence captivating, and her voice making you feel like you are in a haze. "Come dance with me." Calum holds his hand out for me, making me look at him with wide eyes. "Cal..." I protest but he still holds his hand out for me to take it. "Come on, it's my sister's show. No one will tell me anything." He states and I sigh, giving up. He wraps his arms around my waist, putting them in the back pocket of my jeans while I rest my hands on the back of his neck. He sways us to the song's rhythm, making me forget we are actually in public and that people can see, and that they are possibly annoyed by the handsy couple dancing in front of the stage. "Look at you, the rough and tough CEO, dancing with a girl." I whisper and he cackles lowly. "I am just a man, utterly in love with the woman in his arms." He replies, pecking on the top of my head. The song ends and Mali takes a moment to address us. "A round of applause for my lovely brother and his beautiful girlfriend." She says on the mic, making people cheer. Calum takes a bow as he holds a smug grin on his face, while I feel myself blushing, bringing my hands to cover my face as I laugh at how ridiculous we must have looked.

"Pizza's here." Mali sings as I pour us 3 some wine. "Good. Let's hope your brother comes back soon." I sigh, passing her the glass. "Why did he have to go back to the hotel?" She asks me, knitting her eyebrows together. "He forgot something... I don't know. Since he finished the meetings, he turned off his brain. He is in autopilot." I joke and she chuckles. "I haven't seen him this chilled back in a while. Never thought I would see him dancing in the middle of my show." She points out and I hum in agreement. "Same. I was so surprised when he asked for a dance... Oof, he really surprised me." I reply, opening the box of pizza. "Did you like the show?" She asks me, taking a seat on her couch. "I loved it. You have the voice of a literal angel." I sigh in admiration, looking at her as she coos. The doorbell rings, making her get up and head for it. "This better be Calum cause if I wait one more minute for him, I'll start eating." She comments, making me giggle at her as I sit on the couch and take a sip from my wine.

"Where were you, fuckhead?" She asks as Calum walks in the apartment. "I forgot your gift at the hotel. Had to go pick it up." He replies, leaving 2 gift bags on the coffee table by the pizza. "What did you get me?" She asks, clapping her hands together. "Stuff from the cities we were in." He hands her one of the bags, which she opens immediately. "What's the other one?" She asks, pointing at the one left on the table. "That is (Y/N)'s. She didn't go out in Moscow and I wanted to get her something..." He replies, reaching for the bag. "Why are you giving me this now? You could have waited until we got back home." I state and he shrugs. "Just cause. Open it." He says, picking his glass.

I pull the gift bag open, revealing a Russian nesting doll. "This was the only thing I wanted from the whole trip." I gasp, taking it out. "It is hand-painted. Every doll is different. Open them." He encourages me, leaning in for a kiss on my forehead. I open the big one, revealing a smaller one, and a smaller one, and a smaller one, and so on. Until I open the last one, and inside I find a diamond ring. "Cal... I think there is a mistake with the doll." I look at it with wide eyes, feeling my stomach tumble. "Why?" He asks with a chuckle. "There is a ring inside the last one." I show him, making him shrug his shoulders. "I put it in there." He states, making me gulp and look at him "Just look at the bottom of the doll." He sighs, puckering his lips while I take the ring out.

'Will you marry me?'

"If you are kidding, Hood, I swear to God." I threaten, making Mali laugh at my reaction. "Want me to get on one knee?" He asks me and I shake my head, bringing a hand to cover my mouth as I squeal. "Calum..." I cry, moving to hug him. "I'll take that as a yes?" He asks, tilting my chin up to look at me. "With every cell in my body." I reply, making him lean down and kiss me.

"Mali, did you get that on video?" He turns to his sister, who is holding her phone up, and nods. "Why you want that on tape? I look like a goblin, probably." I sniffle and he giggles softly. "You look fucking amazing. And my mom asked for the video..." He replies, pecking on my forehead. "She knew?" I ask and Mali chuckles. "We all knew. Honestly, I am surprised you didn't know. He has been planning for nearly 6 months, and I know Calum, he is not great at hiding things." Mali jokes and I chuckle softly, kissing Calum's cheek "I had no idea..." I reply, nestling to his chest. He kisses the top of my head, resting his hand on my hip. "I was horrible at hiding it. You came so close to finding it, so many times..." He states, making me sigh in disappointment. "Are you going to put the ring on? I wanna see." Mali asks, moving closer as I slip the ring on my finger and stare at it in admiration.

My Masterlist /  Vibe

[ohitstransparent]

5 Seconds Of Summer

Asked by @ashton-is-a-unicorn

[calpops]

forbidden | c.h.

Summary: Your first kiss in a forbidden romance with Prince Calum. 

Based on the request from @gosh-im-short​: “ooh this is very specific but how a first kiss with like jane austen cal and like y'all ain't suppose to be smooching but it's kissing time anyway (I need to sleep i'm sorry).” Tweaked a bit with an added au; hope that’s okay! <3

Word count: 1k

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You were hidden in a dark corner, heart racing with resounding thuds. Calum was pressed against you, soft hands tracing along your jaw, down the supple skin of your neck and coming to rest on your collar bones. His touch was light but the effect he had on you was visceral. Your only public interactions came in quick bursts, subtle motions and quick brushes of the hand. But you understood all those subtitles and words unsaid. It was in moments of privacy that those unsaid words came alive, where subtle motions could be exaggerated and quick bursts could turn into night long whispers. Being with Calum was exhilarating, it was daring and held adventures you’d never known, and might never know without him. It was quiet walks through castle halls in the dead of the night and hiding in royal gardens out of plain sight; it was watching the tilt of his crown from the crowd and gently running your fingers through his hair behind closed doors.

Your relationship with Calum had been born of secrets, it was a slow boil that simmered with whispered words and hearts desires. It was unhurried; perfectly paced in an attempt to get to know one another. To look past the surface, to see beyond titles and formalities that would usually keep your worlds apart. Your worlds were only ever supposed to run parallel. Aware of each other, moving in the same directions but never colliding. It started as friendship; something not forbidden but looked down on nonetheless. It blossomed into something more; something untamed yet reserved. You knew how you felt, you were sure you knew how he felt as well. That friendship had built glass cathedrals in your hearts, raised by hope and luster that gleamed off transparent walls.

“I’ve missed you lately,” he said, voice daring to go just above a whisper. It sent a thrill down your spine, shivers suppressed but goosebumps rising on your skin.

You moved into his touch, receptive to his every move. He wore fine clothes, princely duties deciding his attire. You felt a sigh fall from your lips; built up from your chest and falling into the slight distance between you and Calum. It wasn’t a forlorn breath, it was one of ease for finally being back in his presence. Only fleetingly had you seen him the past few days, those small brushes of the hand and subtle head nods giving you small sparks of excitement, of longing and wonder. You missed his small forms of affection more than you could properly wrap your head around. Your hand was lonesome without his fingers interlaced with yours, your cheeks were cold without the brush of his lips heating them from the inside out. You enjoyed the innate way Calum could cause reactions. Loved the warmth that spread through you at something as simple as his touch. Craved more but never spoke those thoughts aloud.

“Missed you too,” you said, voice hitching with an intake of breath as his fingers trailed down your arms and found your hands; interlacing fingers without a second thought.

Your back pressed further into the cornered wall, eyes focusing in on Calum, the rest of the palace merely hazy shadows that didn’t matter in the moment. Calum tilted his head just slightly to the left, eyes curiously taking in you—noting the automatic response of your eyes following his every minute move. The way your eyelashes fluttered, the gaze of looking up from under them. The small catch in your breath as he moved closer. Your heart was racing even faster than before, a yearning want to close the minimal distance and create a complete collision between your worlds screaming within you. But you settled for subtlety, inching even closer in a slow and soft manner. The sounds of the palace became white noise in contrast to the way your heart beats synchronized and filled your ears and sent shockwaves through your body; the beats were erratic and electric yet somehow calming.

You felt the pull of Calum’s hand bringing yours up, fingers still interlaced and susceptible to his influence. His lips brushed against your fingers, placed a soft kiss to the back of your hand and filled your head and heart with desires. There was a moment in which you realized the entirety of the situation. Just shadows and a tight corner separating you from the rest of the palace. A shock of thrill and fear danced up your spine at the possibility of being caught. Friendships between royals and commoners were frowned upon; anything more was forbidden. Especially a commoner who worked in the palace kitchens. The stark danger of the possibility of something more than a brush of the hands or even a bold kiss on the cheek left you flustered but willing to bear the consequences. The white noise of the castle came back in static bursts; reminding you both of everything that was at stake. The perfect pace you had set for your relationship felt too slow compared to the need of staying invisible; of keeping your hopefully colliding worlds a secret. Keeping it yours.

In a brash move your hand left Calum’s, arm deciding to settle crooked around the back of his neck, that minimal space between you even less. You took a small breath in, the heady scent of Calum invasive in the best ways. It felt like a whirlwind guided you to each other. A slow build with a fast and soft crash; the kiss was light and airy, everything you had expected it to be and more. It was quick and left you breathless. Eager for more but hyper aware of the lack of privacy. Calum must have realized that too. He pulled away from you, donning distance once more. But the gentle look in his eyes and the brush of his thumb against your knuckles spoke louder than words could. You were still a bit breathless by the time he was turning to leave, body running warm and reactionary to Calum.

He turned back, “Meet me tonight?”

You nodded.

“Our usual spot?”

“As always,” Calum whispered with a wink.

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[suchalonelysunflower]

Okay, I wasn’t online all day because of school/work but I couldn’t just let this day pass without saying anything.

To my boys:

Luke: My baby, thank you for showing me that, even when I am at my worst, I am deserving of love. That even when life gets me down, I can still bring light like you do. Thank you for showing me how to apologize, how to stand my ground and be empathic with others. Thank you for loving the way that you do. Thank you for your smile and your amazing fashion sense. Thank you for your bravery of breaking gender norms. Thank you for that video of you in cocktail chats singing more (I still sing it that way) You are a light in everyone’s life and we miss you so much, but I’m glad you’re taking a break and enjoying yourself and the people around you. I hope you are alright and we see each other soon ❤️ ps: drop more pics of Petunia and videos of you singing in the car whenever you can.

Calum: babe, you are my favorite asshole cause you know just how to mess up with fans in a way that will make us cry happy tears and roll our eyes at the same time. Thank you for your loyalty, it’s amazing how transparent the connection you have with the guys is. Thank you for taking care of Duke, we love our little guy. Thank you for Babylon (it’s still one of my favorite songs) Thank you for leaving football for this. Thank you for your cheeky smile, I swoon everytime. Thank you for showing me that family can be found. Thank you for bringing a smile to my face everytime I see a picture of you. Thank you for your curls. We still miss you, I hope you’re doing alright and that you’re happy giving Duke a lot of snuggles cause he deserves that. I love you, darling. More than I can say ❤️

Michael: my favorite, oh how to beging to thank you... but first of all I want to say sorry. Sorry that you have to deal with so much shit just for being who you are. Sorry that you had to run away from socials bc people can’t seem to understand that you are a person too. I’m so sorry Michael, you deserve so much more and I don’t know how we can prove that. But now, I want to say thank you. Thank you for showing me how strong I can be. Thank you for teaching me about growth. Thank you for being so resilient and loving and funny despite everything. Thank you for standing up for the little guy. Thank you for your immense heart and your beautiful soul. Thank you for making me believe in soulmates. Thank you for Wrapped around your finger. Thank you for that guitar riff in castaway live and for that line in Valentine. Thank you for creating the band and being the glue that holds everything together. Thank you for your laugh. Thank you for your twitch streams (please bring them back whenever you can) Thank you for the pics of Moose and South. Thank you for beign who you are, always. You don’t understand how brave you are and how much I want to hug you. You deserve the world, just say a word and it’s yours. Wish we could protect you more.

And finally,

Ashton: my light, I don’t even know how to say that if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be here today. You are my greatest example and role model. You helped me get through the toughest times of the year, always making me want to hold on because I knew that there is no way that the universe could put someone as good as you in this world without a purpose. Thank you for making me want to stay. Thank you for making me laugh for the first time after months of incredible darkness. Thank you for staying. Thank you for showing me that it’s worth it, staying is worth it. Thank you for your drum solo in red desert. Thank you for your voice in the stay and the no roots covers. Thank you for Superbloom, it’s my favorite album. Thank you for telling the stories I’m too afraid to tell. Thank you for showing me how brave I could be. Thank you for showing me one can change, that I can survive even my dark times. Thank you for always supporting your brothers, for being so Unafraid of showing them the love they deserve and always defending them when needed. Thank you for smoking weed in your live, that shit was funny and iconic af. Thank you for your hair and your beard. Thank you for giving me hope when I felt the most hopeless. Thank you for showing me that there is more to life than what meets the eye. I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you because you show me that I can love myself and I never felt that before. You made me a better person. You made me stay. I can’t thank you enough and I don’t know if I could even try. You are more important than you know. Thank you for making me believe again and for making me a fan of this band (officially, that is) Thank you for being my muse, my inspiration to write again (even if they are not that good) From the moment I first saw you in the Amnesia video I knew you’d be special in my life, I’m so glad I was right. Thank you, Ashton. Thank you for everything.

5SOS and 5SOSfam: I wouldn’t have survived the year without you and without this community. Yes, it was a hard year to become a fan. But I’m so glad I did and that I went through all of that, it just showed me how powerful the power of music is and how strong as a community we can be. We survived the year despite all of it and we’ll keep on doing that for years to come. Thank you for the music that guided me through it all. Thank you for showing me who I want to be. Thank you for giving us the world. Thank you for everything you’ve done. Thank you for each album. For each video and bts. For each silly moment. For each keek. Thank you for each prank. For each interview and each concert. Thank you for getting out of Australia to do what you love most. Thank you for loving us. Thank you for being there for me when I felt the most alone. Thank you to all the friends I made and the people I met here. Thank you for everything and thank you for what’s to come. I love you. I love all of you. Happy 9 years ❤️

And to end this I’d like to quote the great Michael Clifford: “real band save fans, real fans save bands”

And last but not least, thank you to the people that made this year so special. You made me feel welcome and appreciated. I can’t thank you enough: @devilatmydoor @kindahoping4forever @myloverboyash @littledrummeraussie @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof @cal-puddies @talkfastromance4 @calpalirwin @irwinkitten and to the ones I forgot but you know who you are ❤️

All my love - 🌻🦋 (Sunflower)