#hemmings

not even halfway through the song, this is going to be one of my favorite songs of all time.

breaking my tumblr silence to share with you all that my heart is bursting at the seams and i wish sierra and luke the happiest forever oh my god i can’t believe this is real holy fucking shit

I know we’ve had to say this since basically the bands creation but here is another reminder for friends who may have just joined the fandom or aren’t aware of this yet: Calum is not Asian, he is Maori which are the indigenous people of New Zealand. Maori falls under Polynesian, the same bloodline as the indigenous people of Hawaii. I still continue to see confusion on that so I just thought I would clarify. Calum is Maori.

‘tis the damn season - calum hood

summary - based off of the song “’tis the damn season” by taylor swift from the album evermore.

request - yes! thank you @nicebasscalum for this lovely request, this is one of my fav songs on evermore and sorry it took so long to get to you. i hope its kind of what you had in mind.

warnings - none

word count - ~2.3k

a/n- i’m so sorry for not posting as frequently, I’m trying to only write when I feel driven or passionate so I don’t make it not fun for myself. I’ve also been really busy with school but I hope you guys like this, I had a lot of fun writing it.

This town reminded you of your formative years, of careless summer nights and flying down back roads with the windows down. Of backyard fires and cheap alcohol. It reminded you of him. His deep brown eyes and the way his hand fit in yours. Of all that might’ve been. 

The inside of the grocery store was warm in contrast to the brisk air in the parking lot. What had your mom said she needed? You tugged a crumpled post-it from your jacket pocket and read through the short list a few times over, committing it to memory, and then tucked it away again. 

You walked through the familiar aisles, memories of sitting in the cart while your mom did her shopping flooded back to you. It even smelled the same as you remembered. 

You hadn’t been home since last Christmas so one would expect some things might’ve changed, but home was always the same. The same people, the same stores, the same weather. 

You met his eyes over the produce section while he shoveled apples into the little plastic baggy. You wanted to scold your hands for trembling and your heart for doubling in speed at just the sight of him. Of the green hoodie you’d seen a million times before and the black leather jacket that no matter how tattered it got, he’d never part with. You returned the soft smile he gave you and so he made his way over, his eyes never leaving yours. They were just as piercing as you remembered.

Always the same, not one dark curl out of place.

“Back home for a bit?” He rolled his cart up next to yours.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “My mom promised me homemade pie so I made the trip.” Maybe jokes would help diffuse the tension.

He smiled but didn’t laugh. “Her pumpkin pie is unmatched, I’ll admit.” You began to mull through the aisles together, stopping to grab things here and there. It felt oddly comfortable. Domestic. You pushed away the thought. 

“I would tell her you said that, but her ego is too big as it is. She wants to make a recipe e-book.” 

Calum shook his head like he was reminiscing on your past. Your mother had always loved Calum — you complained she did even more than you. “She has dreams, goals. That’s respectable,” he countered, fighting a smile like he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction. 

“The woman makes one good pie and thinks she’s Rachael Ray.” This comment forced a small laugh out of Calum, breaking through his stoic facade. You could understand why he was guarded considering what had happened between you. It hurt you that you had hurt him.

“Hey, I’ve been hanging with Jenny, Kate and the boys and they’d all love to see you again. Maybe we should plan something while you’re home,” Calum offered. You ignored the fact that he included his ex girlfriend in that list.

You nodded softly, feigning excitement. “Yeah, that sounds great.” 

He smiled. “Great.”

You knew how much it hurt Calum when you left. You and him were so alike and yet, so very different. You were driven and ambitious and high strung while Calum never forgot to stop and smell the roses and would give up anything and everything for the people he loved. You wished you could be like Calum. You wished you weren’t so ahead of yourself all the time.

You couldn’t remember the last time you smelled the roses.

Your need to get out, your itch to see bigger things, Calum didn’t understand it. He saw your little home town as the entire world. Because your little home town was you. And Calum’s world began and ended with you. 

“I’m staying at my parents house,” you said.

Calum looked up and for a second you saw something in his eyes flicker. Like yearning.. or hope. “If you wanted to stop by. My moms itching to see what you think of her new apple pie recipe.”

Calum laughed and you admired the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, his smiles took over his entire face. It was a direct reflection of how Calum felt emotions, entirely and completely, all consuming.

“Tell her I’m there.”

You grabbed a box of cake mix and tossed it in your cart, completing the list. “Well, I better get going. I guess I’ll be seeing you soon.”

Calum nodded. “Yeah, soon.” He looked like he might say something else, but then changed his mind. 

You waved goodbye and turned left, leaving Calum to head towards checkout. 

Calum didn’t like watching you walk away. It brought back a kind of pain that wouldn’t dissolve completely. Because he couldn’t get himself to let go of you. He knew what he was signing up for if he got too close again, but he just wasn’t sure if he could help it.

On your way home, you tried to ignore the lingering strands of red and green lights and wreaths. Even well after Christmas, the decorations remained, making you feel nauseous instead of cheerful. 

You passed Calum’s parents house, their white siding and deep red door looked the same as they did when you were kids. 

You could almost smell the chalk and freshly cut grass and almost see the pink, blue, green and yellow drawings scattered down the driveway and sidewalk. You could almost picture Calum’s dimpled smile and your scraped up knees. They were simpler times.

The happier memories were quickly replaced when you moved your attention to the porch, covered in snow at this time of year.

The chirping of cicadas surrounded you as soon as you shoved open the screen door, storming down the driveway towards your beat up gray Camero.

“(Y/n) if you leave now, don’t bother coming back,” Calum shouted from the front stoop. You heard the crack in his voice, the emotion. You didn’t need to turn around to see it.

You stopped dead in your tracks, cringing at the rough scratch of your converse halting on the eroded pavement.

You turned your head slightly, but changed your mind. He didn’t understand. He would never understand. This town, this life, it would never be enough for you. 

You couldn’t get yourself to think it, but he… he alone would never be enough to fill the emptiness, the want. You yearned for a life outside the town limits. You didn’t want to order takeout from the same Italian place on Grove Street, you didn’t want to be shut in for months of cold, wishing every day for summer, you didn’t want to live the rest of your life as a nobody. You had to get out. You had to make something of yourself. And Calum didn’t understand why his arms weren’t enough to keep you warm on those cold December nights. Or why his company didn’t make the same old Italian takeout taste like the best meal you’d ever had. 

Calum wished he could fill the void in you, Calum selfishly wished you would stay. And you selfishly knew you couldn’t. 

A truck was parked in the lot of the old school, the place you lost your first tooth and found your first love.

The truck reminded you of Calums, of the warm, sticky summer nights spent out living like every day was your last. 

Screaming at the top of your lungs to dumb old pop punk music with all the windows down, muddy tires, fireflies and trips to the lake. You’d never been happier than you were in the passenger seat of that beat up old truck.

You couldn’t get his smile out of your mind, he was everywhere in this town. He was in the trees, smiling down at you with missing teeth and that same cheeky grin, he was at the diner sitting across from you sharing his fries after you said you weren’t hungry, he was on the sidewalks, falling off his skateboard but getting up every time and trying again, he was at the record shop, flipping through vinyls and sticking his tongue out at you from another aisle. He was everywhere and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Your tires screeched on the slushy pavement as you took a hard right, heading for Calum’s apartment complex. As you drove, you passed Calum’s college and admired the huge Soccer field he must love playing on. As you stared, you noticed a curly brunette kicking a ball alone, with only a shirt and sweatpants on, completely disregarding the frost covered ground and the freezing air.

You couldn’t help but smile at his persistence, that kid never looked out for himself and you always had to be there to do it for him. Until you weren’t, and he had to learn how to cope.

You pulled into the parking lot, throwing the car into park. Your hands shook with a great persistence but you swallowed down any doubt and slid out of the driver’s seat, making your way to him.

He saw you coming, his eyes flooding with confusion and then softening. He wanted to run to you, to pull you up into his arms and never let go. To listen to every dumb story and be a shoulder to cry on, to watch movies and make meals together, all the little things. But he stood rooted at his place in the field, unable to risk another heartbreak as severe as the last. That left him broken and unable to open his heart to anyone. 

It’s why he hadn’t stayed with Jenny. She could tell his heart wasn’t really in it, that there was a (y/n) shaped space right in the middle of him that never healed. 

Your teeth chattered as you met him in the field. His face now looked hesitant, his guard was up. You wanted to cry because the boy that once trusted you to hold his heart in your hands could barely even look you in the eyes.

“We could call it even,” you whispered. The quiet of the snow all around you and the pale sky was both eerie and perfectly calm. The two of you stood a few feet apart, afraid if you got any closer you wouldn’t be able to stop yourselves from falling back into each other, from preventing what you worked on forgetting for so long. 

“What?” Calum’s eyebrows scrunched together and your hand flinched. You wanted to reach out and touch his face.

“We could sleep in half the day.” You blinked away the tears forming in your eyes. “Just for old times sake. I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay.” The words came out shaky and unsure.

Calum stepped forward, hands reaching out to grab your arms. “(Y/n)…” His voice was gentle. He was in pain. You stepped back out of his reach. 

“Then I’ll go back to LA and the so-called friends who’ll write books about me if I ever make it.” The tears were falling freely now. “And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I’m faking.”

Calum’s eyes were glossed over as he watched you with such intense longing. “(Y/n), please.”

“We could call it even. Even though I’m leaving.” The cold air was stinging your cheeks and all you wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms but he had to understand. That this couldn’t be forever. That you would be gone come Monday morning. He couldn’t count on you and he had to understand. “And I’ll be yours for the weekend.”

He tore his eyes away from you, staring at the snow around his feet, contemplating, thinking. 

His jaw clenched tightly as he thought. When he looked up at you, there was an unmistakable glimmer. Of that boy who wore his heart on his sleeve. “Okay. We can call it even.” The smile that followed was one full of pain but you could tell that he wouldn’t fight you on this. He knew he’d never understand but he also knew that any extra moment he got to spend by your side would be worth it. 

He stepped towards you and this time, you let him. 

His cold hand grazed your cheek but somehow, it was the warmest thing you’d ever felt. “Can I kiss you?”

His deep brown eyes shone with nothing but pure affection. You nodded softly, leaning into his touch.

His forehead fell down to rest gently upon yours and suddenly, nothing around you mattered. Not the honks from down the street or the kids sledding on the opposite side of the park.

Only Calum. 

His free hand rose up to wrap around your waist and you’d never felt more safe. In his arms, nothing could touch you. His fingertips dug into your side like he was afraid you might slip away but you stood rooted, no matter how shaky he made your knees.

He leaned in slowly, his nose brushing ever so softly against yours. His lips hovered above yours and you felt the warmth of his minty breath. Your hand ran up his neck into his hair, scratching softly, and his grip tightened around your waist.

With one more look at your rosy cheeks, Calum swept down and pressed his lips against yours and it felt like the very first time. The tugging in his chest exploded. You clung to him for support, fearing if you let go, you would collapse into the snow. 

His lips were soft and molded perfectly with yours. You moved in sync almost like you had never left.

When Calum forced himself to pull away, he saw your clear eyes meet his and was convinced it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. 

And as you and Calum walked back to your car, laughing like you hadn’t spent a single day apart, you thought the road not taken looked really good now. 

That this unrealistic standard you had set for your life of luxury and fame wasn’t actually what you had been looking for to fill that void in your heart. 

That maybe, it was right in front of you all along.

am i the only one who’s jealous of the microphone? *-*

This second part was requested by @bvbygxrl​.

A/N: The is the second part to this. I highly suggest you read that first, otherwise it won’t make any sense. I used the song “Everything I didn’t say” by 5SOS, because that song fit the vibe.

Pairing: OC Stevie Joan Lee & Calum Hood

Words: 800

Warning(s): swearing, mentions of drug use, angst (I guess)?

The performance in Amsterdam was the worst Calum had ever place. His fingers started hurting during the soundcheck and during the actual concert they had started to bleed. While the other guys went out after, Calum dragged himself to his hotel room and flopped himself on the bed. He just started sobbing but it soon turned into crying, and that’s what he did, he cried himself to sleep. After that night, its what he did most nights. Fans had started to notice that he’d changed. He had bags under his eyes, they were always bloodshot, he looked skinnier and most of all he didn’t look like himself.

Neither did you. You stayed in most days, only leaving when you had to buy groceries. Your friends started to worry about you. After two weeks your new routine hadn’t changed that is when your friends decided to hold an intervention. It was clear that you either needed to get back together or that you needed to get over him. A night out, dancing, was what they had decided on. They dragged you out of your bed, helping you in the shower, making you feel human again. They put you in a dress and heels, put make-up on you face and did your hair. You did a couple of shots at home before taking to the clubs.

That night you really enjoyed yourself. You drank, danced and flirted with some people. They always say that in order to get over someone you need to get under someone else. It is such a cliché, but it is also very true. You took home a girl and a boy that night, however the next morning you felt more like shit than before the night out. You decided to get a make-over, so you called your friends again. You changed your hair and got you nails done, you even got a spray tan. Slowly you started to feel like yourself again, the strong independent woman you made yourself to be. However, it seems that when the universe feels like a woman is becoming strong, it feels the need to break her. And so it did… not even a week later. You got a call from one of your friends saying that you needed to come to her house. You called your driver and got there as fast as you could.

“SJ, you need to see this”, one of your friend said before pushing her phone in your face. There he was, looking like … utter shit. Good, you thought to yourself, at least he isn’t feeling any better than me. “This isn’t their original setlist. This song they only added today.”

“I wish I could rewind all the times that I didn’t show you what you’re really worth”, Calum’s voice sounded through the speakers. “I wish I could’ve made you stay, and I’m the only one to blame. I know that it’s a little too late, but this is everything I didn’t say.” You felt tears running across your cheeks. He was singing this to you, even though you weren’t there, you knew he wrote that song for you. It held so much emotion, you felt it through his voice.

“I hope you know, for you I’d sacrifice to make this right.” The song ended. Not much later your phone rang, you checked the caller-ID, it was Calum. Had he run off stage and called you right away? You decided not to give it another thought and you answered.

“Hello?”

“Stevie, is it really you. Thank fuck, you answered. I hope you saw the video, I wrote the song for you. I know I messed up but like I said I’d sacrifice anything to make this right. Just say the word and I’ll come home.”

“Oh Cal. I loved the song, thank you…” you stopped for a moment, “I think you should stay on tour. It is what you love.”

“I love you more, Stevie.”

“How about I come visit you and join you on tour?” You suggest, already imagining kissing his lips and feeling his arms around you.

“Are you sure. I mean, you hate touring. I thought you hated it because of your father.”

“I know and I do, but for this to work we both have to sacrifice. I’m sure yours will come soon, but this will be mine.” You decide that nothing should be keeping you apart, especially not your father’s image from back in the day.

Buy me coffee

Request: No, honestly thought I already uploaded this but I was wrong I guess

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Words: 559

Warning(s): none I guess

For you it was just another normal Wednesday. You were finally working on that essay, which you actually needed to hand in three days ago and you were totally in the zone when your phone rang. It was a text and all it said was:

‘Can you please bring my red nail polish and the tube with glitters. I put them on the dining table but I forgot.’

You sigh deeply before saving your file and closing your laptop. Looking down at your PJs you realized that you actually hadn’t showered all day. You took a ten-minute shower before putting on some jeans and his favourite t-shirt.

The venue was only 30 minutes away, so you decided to take the bus as it would be quicker than taking your car and finding a parking space. When you finally arrived you showed your backstage badge which Luke had send you in case you ever wanted to stop by.

Everyone was running back and forth in the long hallway. You didn’t really know where to go so you just walked step by step and looked into every room you saw.
“Coming through!” You heard someone yell and you jumped aside, just in time or you would’ve been hit by a clothing rack. It’s not that you don’t get all the craziness, you have been on tour with the boys several times, but you never really get used to it.
“You’re here!” You heard someone yell which made you spin around to the sound of the voice. You saw that it was the boys’ stylist. “They’re in room 12. Hurry up!” Suddenly you felt her push you in the right direction. “Third door on the left.” And you speed walked to it.

You knocked politely, not that you haven’t seen all of them in their briefs before but you never know. When you didn’t hear anyone say enter, you just opened the door. To your surprise the boys were actually all on the couch or on the floor, just looking at their phones.
“Hi,” you said. Not really knowing where the sudden shyness came from.
“Y/N!” the boys said in unison.
“Did you bring it?” Luke asked. Which you thought was kind of a dumb question, because he knew that you’d be working on school assignments all day and weren’t going to tonight’s show. So the only reason why you’d be here, is because he asked you to bring some things.
“Yeah, here you go.” You say and hand him the nail polish and glitter. “Bye guys!” you say and turn around to leave.
“Wait!” you head Luke shout. “Can you please paint my nails for me, because I am really nervous and I will mess it up.” You nod and sit down on the chair, appointed by Luke. While you were waiting for his nails to dry, you also put the glitter on his eyes.”

“Five minutes boys!” their stage manager yells. Luke pulls you in for a hug and kisses you passionately afterwards.
“Thank you so much, baby. I know you were working on school assignments and I am sorry that I bothered you with this. I will make it up to you tonight, I promise.” And with that, you shared a steamy kiss before you left and he went on stage.

A boy did he keep his promise.

A/N: Based on Adore you by Maisie Peters

Pairing: Y/N & Luke Hemmings

Word Count: 617

Warning(s): cursing?

You were laying in your bed, thinking about how much you missed Luke. He and the boys have been away for a few months and you missed him like crazy. At first, Petunia smelled like his cologne but whenever you cuddle with her now she smells like you.

You remember when you first met. You were at a club with your best girlfriends and you were trying to forget one of your recently ended relationships. You weren’t screwing around a lot, quite the opposite actually, you were falling in love way too quickly and way too hard. Kind of suffocating your partner in the process, causing them to break it off and resulting in 3 weeks of laying in bed and then 1 nice night out with your friends. It became this sort of cycle that you had to go through every time, and you wanted the cycle to stop. This time you wanted to wait and find the guy that was true to you and you would hold back your feelings until they said it first.
While at this club, after 4 shots of tequila and 3 glasses of white wine, your eye fell on a handsome lad at the opposite end of the bar. He looked like someone from a film, honestly, the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He, however, was paying no attention to you at all. He was joking with what you assumed were his friends and laughed at what they said. What you were doing now was exactly what you promised yourself you wouldn’t do again. Your friends pulled your sad sulky ass away from the bar and onto the dance floor. You decided to forget mister handsome from earlier and to enjoy yourself tonight. Oh how wrong you were, because not much later whilst still dancing with your friends, you made eye contact with said handsome stranger. You didn’t even realise that you had been staring at him until your friends said, “What are you waiting for?” and as they say, the rest is history.

Fast forward, you were an easy thing. Which is the reason why it didn’t take long for him to move in with you. It made a lot of sense because he was gone much of the time so it would be cruel for you to move into a new place and be all alone, except for Petunia of course. You have grown to love her so much, she was a great cuddler and support dog for when you missed Luke so much, your heart hurt.

Because of your past relationships and the promise you had made with yourself, you were very closed off at the beginning of the relationship. Soon enough, your little family became your number one priority. Luke was your kryptonite and he broke through your barrier. He kept complimenting you, whenever he could. The only thing you hadn’t exchanged were the words of love. You didn’t want to be the first one to say it, but it’s not like you were waiting for Luke to say it. You weren’t making it easy for him, because for one you were still holding back a lot of emotions. He made it all better, he made you all better. You couldn’t wait for him to get home and lay with him all night. All this thinking and being in your head, made you realise that you could no longer hold back your feelings.

When he got home from tour two weeks later, you ran towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.
“I adore you”, is all you said before kissing him on his lips.

A/N: Kinda based on the ABBA song (I adore them) and also the new Mamma Mia film!

Pairing: Y/N & Luke Hemmings

Word Count: 758

Warning(s): none? I guess

When you were forced to go on a holiday with your parents, you were kind of bummed out. But when you actually arrived in France, you were blown away by the beauty of nature. The lakes nearby were even bluer than the sky. The mountains looked beautiful in dusk and dawn.

You love to run so every morning before anyone at the camp side was awake you would go for a morning run when the temperature was still bearable.

You ran up the mountain when it suddenly became dark. Dark clouds had formed above the mountain and it didn’t take long before it started the rain heavily. You run further and try to find shelter. Suddenly a car came out of nowhere and stopped right before your feet. A young man stepped out and screamed at you through the rain.
“Do you need a ride?!” You didn’t hesitate and before you knew it you were in his car.

“Hi, I’m Luke”, he said and tries to shake your hand while still keeping one hand on the steering wheel.
“Hello, I’m Y/N”, you say and shake his hand.
“So are you staying on the camp side near Le Grand Lac?”
“I am actually. Are you?” you ask him. You can recognize a soft Australian accent, so you made the conclusion that he, also, wasn’t from around here.
“No, I rented a cabin in the mountains. I’m not much of a camper”, he laughs at his own answer.
“Yeah, me neither. My parents forced me to go on this holiday with them”, you sigh.
“How old are you?” He suddenly asks and glances over to you quickly before looking back to the road.
“I am twenty, almost twenty-one. You?”
“Twenty-two myself”, he says smiling. You want to get to know him and are about to ask a question when he suddenly stops the car. “This is my place. Uhm, I guess you can stay here until the rain stop. I can drop you off then if you want.” You nod silently and turn to look at him, you hadn’t noticed how hot Luke actually was. A comfortable silence fell over you two as you sat in the car. The rain ticking on the roof and the windows.

You look at him, really look at him, and notice how blue his eyes are, how curly and wet his dirty blonde hair is, how pink his lips are, and how the white shirt he is wearing makes him look even more tan than he already was.

He in his turn looked back at you. Flicking his eyes between your eyes and lips. You both hadn’t noticed but you started to lean more and more towards each other. When suddenly your lips touched, it felt so perfect.

The next few days you had spent with Luke, you had informed your parents of course. To be honest, you were kind of surprised to hear that they actually didn’t mind.

After almost a week of being together and sharing everything with each other, Luke told you something you would never forget.
“I am engaged.” These three words where not the three words you had been waiting for. And you ran all the way back to the campsite, to your parents. Only to fall into your mother’s arms and cry. You cried for three days and then you decided to move on.
Luke came looking for you on day four.
“Can we talk?” he asked and sat down on the grass, you sat down a little further from him.
“About what? How we have shared everything together and how you ruined it?” You could feel the tears coming back, but you tried to keep them in. “I only have three questions for you. How long have we been together?”
“A week”, he answered.
“How long did you wait before telling me you were engaged to someone else?” You could hear your own voice quivering.
“A week”, he answered again.  
“And do you honestly expect me to forgive you?” you say and want to get up.
“Look Y/N, I can break off the engagement.”
“Honestly Luke, I think you should go. There is nothing we can do. We just have to face it this time, we’re through. Breaking up is never easy I know, but you have to go. It’s the best we can do.” And with that, you leave him alone and head back to the campsite. You don’t dare to turn back around.

This is where the story ends, this is goodbye.