Gay OneShots/Fanfictions

Basically i didn't have WiFi for a weekend and I wrote a ton of (albeit unfinished) gay fanfictions/ one shots. And these are copied straight from my computer so I apologize for the unfinished stuff. [There will be 5SOS, Septiplier, Phan, Natepat, and I might take requests if you ask nicely] [also I have like descriptions for the first few bear with me okay?]


10. Ten- CAKE

The wooden chair tipped slightly. Calum hood leaned forward, holding the PlayStation controller tight in his hands.

Luke Hemmings stormed in, slamming the door hard behind him.

“Woah, you alright?” Calum said, not taking his eyes off the glowing screen in front of him.

    Luke just grunted.

    “Um, I’m going out in a little bit, meet up with Michael and Ash, wanna come?” Calum offered.

    Luke laughed bitterly. “And get made fun of for being gay? I can get enough of that at work now.”

    He walked upstairs, muttering to himself and tugging on his shirtsleeves. Calum sat there, speechless, thinking over all Luke had just told him. His character died in front of him, but Calum wasn’t paying attention. He set the controller down and sat there for a moment in shock. Michael and Ashton… Luke had never told him what happened. The one night that Calum had finally gotten his friend to come out of his shell a little bit and leave the house, and…

    Calum slipped on his jacket, marching out the door. They had some explaining to do.


    “Well, look who it is,” Michael said carelessly, opening the door to Calum’s frowning face. “What’s up, Cal? I know you’re eager to get to the bar-” He raised his eyebrows suggestively. “But you’re a bit early, don’tcha think?”

    Calum shook his head. “I’m not here about the bar, Mikey.”

    Michael stepped back, slightly, giving Calum enough room to push past him and into his home. “Where’s Ashton?” He demanded.

    “Jeez, calm down. He’s in his room.” Michael said. “He just got home from work. Ashton!” He called.

    Ashton calmly walked out of his room. “What?” He yelled back. He stopped and stared at Calum. “Someone’s a bit eager to get to the bar.”

    Calum balled his fists. “I’m not here about the bar,” he said through gritted teeth.

    Ashton leisurely leaned against the wall. “So? What’re you here for, then?”

    Calum took a deep breath. “I’m here because of what you said to Luke.”

    “Lukey?” Ashton chuckled. “Oh, he’s great fun. Did he tell you we work together now?”

    “You work- No. Y’know what? No. I’ll get back to that. I’m talking about the time he came to the bar with us.” Calum shook his head. “I left you all alone for ten minutes, thinking it’d be fine. What’d you do to him?”

    Michael smirked. “Aw, we just teased him a bit. Got some juicy information from him, too. Want to hear it?”

    “No.” Calum said firmly. “No, I don’t want to know.” He shook his head again. “I thought I told you that Luke doesn’t like to talk about being gay.”

    “Did you?” Ashton asked, putting a finger up to his chin in a mock pose.

    “I think you did,” Michael said snidely. “But I guess we just didn’t feel like listening to you. So what if we teased him a little bit? He’s a big boy. He can handle it.” Michael stuck his lip out in a fake pout. “Aww, is da widdle baby Lukey two pwecious?”

    “Michael, I’m serious. You guys shouldn’t have teased him.”

    “Whatever,” Michael said, waving it aside. “Now do you wanna hear what he told us?”

    “No, not whatever-” Calum started, but Ashton cut him off.

    “He told us some pretty interesting stuff,” Ashton began, looking at Michael for confirmation. Michael nodded. “He told us he was gay, of course. But, he also told us… He had a bit of a thing for you.”

    Calum struggled to keep his face impassive. “Is that so?” He said in a strained voice.

    “Yeah,” Michael sniggered. “The naive little kid thought he could trust us with secrets. He really is in love with you. It was quite hilarious, actually, since we know that you’d never go for a loser like him. He told us some other things, things he hasn’t even told you.” Michael laughed. “Thinking he could trust us. What an idiot. I don’t know how you can stand to live with him. By the way, have you seen his arms lately?”

    Calum stumbled back. “H-his arms?”

    Now Ashton spoke. “Yeah, turns out the little wimp’s been hurting himself over this whole hopeless romance. What an idiot.” He laughed, repeated Michael’s words.

    Calum clutched his stomach. “Uh, I need to- um, uh-”

    “Hey, what’re you doing?” Michael asked. “You alright?”

    “No,” Calum  said. “I can’t- I have to go check on Luke.”

    “That wimp?” Michael sneered. He began to speak again, but Calum rushed out the door, his head spinning.

    “Bye.” Calum muttered turning away from the people he had at one point considered to be friends.


    “Luke?” Calum yelled, walking into the silent apartment.

    “Luke?” Calum repeated, softer this time. He wandered through the apartment, noticing that everything was as he had left it, Luke’s keys weren’t missing. His jacket was hung up, his shoes were untouched. So what…?

    Calum walked towards the bathroom, heart pounding. “Luke?” Calum called. “Where are you?” He came to a stop in front of the white bathroom door, the paint cracked and peeling.

    Calum’s vision darkened. There was no sound coming from the bathroom, the building was as silent as it had been before.

    Except-! Calum pressed his ear to the door, and heard a very quiet, weak sob.

    “Luke!” Calum gasped in relief. “Luke, I’m coming in.”

    As he turned the door that always seemed to stick, Calum prayed with all his heart that Luke was still okay, that he was still alive-    

    The bathroom door burst open, Calum almost falling over as he forced it open.

    “No, Calum…” Luke whimpered. “Please don’t-”

    But it was too late. Calum stopped, staring in horror at his best friend, the one he had secretly loved for so many years…

    He stared in horror at Luke’s mangled arm, the crimson red stream of blood pouring out at the wrists.

    “Luke!” Calum screamed, a sob bubbling in his throat. “Oh, Luke, no, Luke!” He rushed forward, picking Luke’s head off the bloodstained tile floor. Blood spilled everywhere, on Calum, on the floor, but he didn’t pay attention to that, all he saw was his friend bleeding out on the floor. A bloodstained knife lay on the floor next to his bleeding thigh.

    “Luke, why?” Calum whispered, his tears making it hard to form words.

    “Calum…” Luke coughed. A weak smile was frozen on his face, like he had wanted to die grinning. “You weren’t…” Whatever he wanted to say, he couldn’t seem to force it out. After a few moments of heartbreaking stillness, Luke weakly grasped Calum’s hand, barely holding on to it. Calum squeezed his hand back, tears streaming down his face.

    “Calum,” Luke tried again. “I love… loved you.”

    “I know.” Calum said, holding Luke’s gaze. “But… why? Why didn’t you tell me?”

    “Calum…” Luke whispered, taking a few short, shallow breaths before his head fell limp, his lifeless, broken eyes staring up at the grimy, white bathroom ceiling. His hand slipped from Calum’s trembling one.

    Calum screamed until his throat was raw, sobbing over Luke’s bleeding form. “I love you, you idiot!” He yelled. “I know you can hear me. Wake up, p-please, Luke! You can’t- I- I love you, Luke, please…” Calum pressed a kiss to Luke’s forehead, his tears falling onto Luke’s pale face. “Luke, I love you, don’t…”

    Calum trembled as he let out all his grief, his shaking body eventually disturbing the phone that was lying next to Luke’s head. The screen was on, turned to a voice recording. With shaking fingers, Calum pressed the “play” button, clinging to the last spoken words of his friend, his love.

    “Calum,” Luke said, though his voice was trembling. “By the time you… hear this… at least I hope you hear it, I know I’ll already be dead. And… that’s fine.” His voice strengthened slightly. “It’s fine.

    “Calum, it’s… gotten to be too much. Your so-called friends, they’ve… well, they’ve just pushed me over the edge. They only confirmed my belief that I never would have had a chance with you. And, well, I knew that. That’s part of the reason why… why…

    “It seems foolish, killing myself over love,” Luke laughed without humor. “But, let’s be honest here, there’s not much use for me anymore, is there? Someday you’ll have a family of your own, a love, and I just won’t be there. I’m too afraid to grow up, too afraid to move on,” the words poured out of him like a rushing river. “But if I were to continue this… this pointless life, then I’d just have to watch, heartbroken, as you grew up and went on.

    “And your friends, they haven’t helped at all.

    “It was foolish of me…” Luke’s voice got softly. “To think I could trust someone with my fears. I’m too trusting, too naive for this world. Now,” He laughed quietly. “Now I don’t have to put my trust in anyone else, at least.

    “And, Calum, if you haven’t guessed already…” His voice caught slightly. “I loved you, with all my heart.

    “I hope you can forgive me.

    “I love you.”

    Below, there was a second, shorter message. Tears streaming down his face, Calum played it.

    “Calum.” Luke’s voice was weak, and Calum could hear the sob in his voice. “I hear you. And I- don’t come in, please, you shouldn’t have come in, you weren’t meant to find me like this!” His voice rose slightly with hysteria. “There’s nothing you can do to change this and if you see me die-” The recording cut abruptly.

    Calum gripped the phone tight in trembling hand, kneeling next to Luke’s body. “No… Luke, I loved you too…” The strength and fury in his voice had gone, leaving him feeling weak and broken. “Luke…”


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