#Calum hood x internet

[ijustdontlikepeople]

Happy 27th Calum Hood x Internet

[calumsargwife]

'feather'

calum hood x famous!reader

summary: is calum's first show as your boyfriend and boy, he's nervous.

warnings: bad language maybe, mentions of past relationships, idk just fluff really. (English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors, sorry!)

word count: 1.4k

note: this one is completely inspired by this tiktok, i love sabrina carpenter and this song has been haunting me for the past weeks, so here it goes! hope you guys like it!!

Calum was excited.

Today would be the first show he would officially go to as your boyfriend.

And the anxiety was eating him up.

Calum had already been to your concerts, many of them, in fact.

However, this would be the first concert he would go to where he was no longer your friend, and everyone knew it (well, almost everyone). You had started a new tour two months ago and this is the first time he was available to go.

He had felt so guilty for not going sooner, but now that he had the chance, he would go to as many of your concerts as possible.

He wasn't going to lie, he was a little afraid of being seen by the crowd. Before, all of your concerts that he went to, he attended with his bandmates, because that's what all of you were: friends.

But now... he was alone waiting for you to come on stage, and he couldn't be more anxious. He feared that maybe people would realize what was happening. You guys hadn't talked about releasing your relationship publicly yet.

He was so nervous for some reason. He felt that his presence was different now that you were officially together. Maybe him being there was different for you now? Because it was definitely different for him. He was the lead singer's boyfriend, you know.

Calum watched the crowd get excited for you coming out on stage. People dressed in colorful and happy costumes.

While he was waiting for you to come out, he was thinking about how you might be. You and Calum had met briefly for thirty minutes before you had to go get ready for the show. You looked happy, incredibly happy and radiant. You had this new aura around you and you looked so free and relaxed.

He wondered if you looked so happy because he was there. But then he thought that was something incredible selfish to think about.

If he only knew that he was right.

And suddenly, everything stopped. The lights went out and the show began.

Everything was fantastic. You were full of energy, you sang the songs, there were new choreographies and new sets.

God, to say Calum was proud was an understatement. You were absolutely shining. He had never seen you like this on stage, it was obvious that this was your element.

You had new songs to sing with a recently released album and the fans were going crazy. Him especially.

And then the melody of one of your new singles started playing and Calum felt like he was going to faint. He absolutely loved this song.

And "Feather" began.

You could see Calum from upstage. And you loved the view, he looked so handsome. He was just such a sweetheart, he looked so cute singing and dancing to your songs and recording you as if the internet wasn't already full of videos of you.

"Oh, it's like that, I'm your dream come true..." And you winked at your boyfriend. Because even though this song wasn't about him, Calum has told you on multiple occasions how you were a dream to him and that he couldn't believe you guys were together. Thus, you began to sing the lyrics of the song while taking small sensual steps to the rhythm of the music.

You were singing, jumping and dancing. Calum would say you were modeling too, because that walk. Damn, it drove him crazy. And you knew it, you had made sure today to make your walk even more exaggerated knowing that Calum would be at the show today.

Calum was fascinated by this song, since he was one of the few people who knows about the background of it.

Yours and Calum's relationship was something new. You guys were still making presentations at family dinners. However, you had been in each other's lives for a minute now. You have known each other for quite some time and had seen people come and go from your lives. And Calum hated your ex (this particular song was about him). Your ex was just so boring. Always controlling and annoying, Calum genuinely doesn't understand how you were with that guy for so long, he was so... meh.

And Calum saw you. He watched you change for this guy and adapt to what he liked, always leaving you waiting until the last moment to do anything, leaving you hanging in the anxiety of not knowing what's going to happen. Because despite being the most boring and predictable guy in the world, he managed to annoy you and give you a hard time, all the time.

So he was happy, Calum was radiating happiness when he found out that you had finally broken up with the guy. He was happy not only because you had finally gotten rid of something bad, but it also meant that you were finally single. Again. And Calum wasn't going to waste any time.

He had liked you for a while but things between you had never happened. But now that he had you all to himself... Oh, Calum is going to make sure it's for as long as possible.

Seeing you here so happy and being yourself again is something he really appreciates. Especially after seeing you so lost for someone who wasn't worth it.

And finally comes his favorite part of the song.

You approached the center of the stage, this way all the cameras captured you perfectly. "Well I, slam the door!" You kicked hard into the air when there was a drumbeat and tossed your hair slightly to the side. "I hit ignore!" You pulled your torso forward, exposing your butt a little. Jeez, Calum was going crazy, he hadn't seen this part of the show until now. "I'm saying, no, no, no, no more!" You sang a high note as you stood up straight again. "I got you blocked, excited to never talk, I..." You take a few steps forward while shaking your head. You turned around and started walking again, but then you looked back and sang. "I'm so sorry for your loss!" You laughed as you touched your hair flirtatiously and then continued walking as you continued with the chorus of the song.

Holy shit.

That's probably the hottest thing Calum has ever seen.

He couldn't believe that was his fucking girlfriend. Like what?

When the show ended and Calum was going backstage to see you, he swore he could die of tenderness when he saw and heard that the first thing you did when you got off the stage was ask for him.

The second you saw him, you smiled and ran over to him, excited to know what he thought about the show. "And?! Did you liked it?!" The adrenaline was still running through your veins, the fans could still be heard in the venue.

His hands naturally slid to your waist as he looked at you with hearts in his eyes. "I loved it. You absolutely glowed." Calum kissed you on the cheek. "I'm so, so proud of you. You really outdid yourself."

"What was your favorite song?"

Calum raised an eyebrow and held back a laugh. "Do you really have to ask?" Please, as if you didn't know the answer. Calum wasn't particularly quiet about his favorite song and how much he liked it.

You laughed as you threw your head back slightly. Your hands still resting on his big tattooed biceps, which were visible due to the black short-sleeved t-shirt that the boy was wearing. You'd be lying if you said you weren't checking him out from above the stage.

"You were seriously amazing." Calum said now in a more serious tone, as if to let you know that he meant it. "I never saw you so comfortable in a stage and it was definitely the most wonderful thing to watch." He at the same time checks your outfit closely for the first time, loving all the details. The colored crystals on your bodysuit shine more than ever and not to mention the figure that the suit made you look like. Please, this was Calum's paradise.

"I'm really happy you liked it." You said as you caressed her cheek.

"I'm even happier that I got to see it." He assured you as you began to walk together towards your dressing room so you could change and go back to the hotel to have a well-deserved night together telling everything you had missed about each other's lives these past few days. You couldn't stop talking about today's crowd and how incredible they were.

"What would you like for dinner?" You asked. "We can dress nice and go to a restaurant if you want." You smiled at the proposal you had made, you really wanted to finally be able to go out with your boyfriend.

"Of course, baby. That sounds perfect." Calum answered instantly without even thinking as he caressed your hand (which was intertwined with his). You felt your stomach twist at the nickname, you loved it.

"I've been dying to see you this whole week, I swear." Calum laughed at your confession.

"I'm always dying to see you." He smiled at you completely in love when he saw that you blushed and sighed, he really couldn't believe how much he loved you.

But, you didn't have to know that yet, anyway.

[wiiildflowerrr]

Cashton x the internet

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Blighted

For my precious Sunshine, @5-secondsofcolor's birthday!! Which is technically now, because it is 1 AM on the 20th of May and I am a mad woman. Love you and I hope you have an amazing day, when you see this of course.

Here is your fic, FBI/Behavior Analyst!Calum. Female OC.

Ivy says she's cursed after taking the same career path that took her father's life. Calum's new on the team, a liaison and media specialist, but he's looking to get his toes wet.

AKA your regular old jaded pessimist veteran and bright eyed rookie buddy cop story. Please enjoy!

CW: In depth descriptions of death/crime scenes. Depictions of violence, gore, and blood.

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The whiteboard never leaves. It glows behind her closed eyelids. When staring down at the neck of a bottle, she sees it floating just as the bottom of her drink. She’s cursed. But she knew that the moment she tried out for the academy. The second the thought floated across her mind, she would be doomed just like her father. Ivy tried her best to reroute herself--she got into the arts, was first chair flute in her highschool’s orchestra. She was president of the Homecoming committees her junior and senior year, and worked during the summers at her church's camp.

And yet when she went into school for her degree, she gravitated towards psychology and criminal justice. She saw her mother’s fear. The closer it came to graduation and the more the two of them talked about what she would do after graduating, the more the thought lingered, I want to get into the Bureau like Dad. But she couldn’t utter that. She couldn’t say those words without tears welling up in her mother’s eyes.

Ivy suspected her mother always knew about the desires. Ivy didn’t remember all the nights clearly, but sometimes she’d peek out her bedroom door and see the glow of the light downstairs. Ivy followed it, side stepping the creaky fourth step from the top and from between the banister’s she’d find her dad sitting at the dining room table. The kitchen light glowed from behind him and his tie would barely hang on around his neck.

“Boo,” he’d say quietly, knowing the slight shuffle of Ivy’s feet.

“How’d you know I was there, Daddy?” she’d ask, carrying herself the rest of the way down the stairs and make her way through the living room to climb into his lap.

“I can hear your feet above me,” he’d respond, pointing above them.

And they’d spend an hour, sitting at the dining room table. Ivy asked about her dad’s latest trip. He only ever told her when she was young that they were helping save people, putting bad people away. Ivy wonders if this is where it started. If this was where her father casted the spell, leaving Ivy somehow starry eyed about what it really was he did. Ivy would always look at this job with a little bit of that hope that her younger self had, and she’d always be fucked to never be able to walk away from this line of work.

It would kill her--much like it had killed her dad. But unlike him, she’d see the bullet spiral out of the barrel. Her dad had her and her mother to get back too. It wasn’t a weakness. Ivy admired her father for sticking with his dreams and also making the hard calls to make sure his family knew he cared too. But the need to decide would always be a slight hindrance, would always be the key to living or dying in this line of work.

All that’s left of her father, besides the memories and a few of his old t-shirts that got remade into pillows, is the whiteboard she keeps at her desk. There’s a whiteboard for the entire team to use of course. But this whiteboard is the one that her father used in his office. The one where he made his notes, scribbles. The one she’d write notes to him in the bottom left corner that never disappeared until she wanted to replace the note with something new.

“Thomas, look alive, and enjoy.” The manilla folder hits her desk with a quiet thwack. Ivy blinks from the whiteboard up to her senior officer. Kennedy carries on, dropping folders on every desk and each one of them stands without needing any further prompting.

Kennedy’s been in the field for years. It was all over his face with the deep frown lines. His brow seemed permanently furrowed, as if he questioned every waking second. Ivy liked to tease he worried even about sleep. But no one could sink a decade and a half into this line of work and not come out on the other side with a healthy amount of suspicion.

“And where’s this new guy?” Kennedy asks, glancing over the office.

Ivy looks up from her copy of the file. She heard rumors of someone else coming by the office, assisting them occasionally on cases. But those rumors floated around weeks ago, long enough that she chalked it up to just that--rumors. It doesn’t shock her though. Things start at rumors often, and sometimes they come to fruition and sometimes they don’t. Ivy follows Kennedy’s eyeline and doesn’t spy any new faces.

“Want me to keep an eye out for any lost souls?” Ivy offers, glancing back up to Kennedy.

“Nah, I need your eyes on this one. Head up to the conference room and I’ll be there once he shows up.”

With a nod, Ivy closes the file. She swipes the whiteboard from her desk with a couple markers and heads up to the conference room. The rest of the team sat flipping through their files too, Jenkins sitting right near the front but moved down one seat. They’re not new, having been around for a couple years. But Ivy can tell their type--getting in chummy with the boss, trying too hard. They’re a good addition, but Ivy’s waiting for the day they take a hunch and it doesn’t lead to the results they want. A loss will show their true colors, how well they can handle being wrong sometimes. No one on the team is perfect, they’re all hedging bets. Ivy’s taken her lumps of hunches being made too late, or the wrong bets placed. They’re not often. No one likes them. But they happen.

Diaz, Russell, and Burke and scattered throughout the rest of the table. The three of them have been there longer than Ivy. But they all accepted her with open arms. Diaz and Burke were more muscular. They had the brains to match, but they came up the pipeline from their local PD departments and aren’t afraid to get into a tussle. More often than not, Ivy winds up pulling Burke from fights than she’d care to admit. Diaz’s much too big for Ivy to attempt physically restraining, so she referee’s those fights that he gets into.

Russell’s their man behind the screen. He was good at getting through the internet loops, figuring out how to sort databases for the information they need without so much red tape and delay. He preferred to stay behind the lines, but could handle a tussle. Ivy doesn’t count herself as the brains. But her gut had some sort of true north needle that, more often than not, was right. She could see patterns faster than most, could sniff the air after someone and assess how much she could and wanted to trust. Kennedy consulted her often. Whenever she felt like she had something, he’d hush the crowd for her to formulate the full thought. Kennedy didn’t always agree with her assessment, but had to listen to it. He needed to listen to it.

“Nope,” Russell huffs, shutting the folder. “Fucking hell. Kennedy told me it was rough, but I didn’t--I didn’t think it was this rough.”

Ivy settles in next to him sliding him a marker. She draws roughly a tic-tac-toe board. “It not getting easier for you is a good sign.”

Russell makes his first move, the marker squeaking just a little. Ivy follows up with hers. She knows if she makes it too obvious, too easy, Russell will forfeit the game. So she tries to play along, like she’s vying to win.

Russell places his second X though his hands shake just a hair. “Yeah, but compared to you guys, I feel like if someone took a gnarly enough shit it would make me queasy.”

“A bad enough shit could do that to anyone,” Diaz pipes in, his own folder still open but his forearms pressed down over the photographs. Russell’s been around the block, definitely seem some rough things, but has always had a softer view of the world. Still wants it to be good despite all the bad he’s seen.

Ivy places down her second O, noticing the pretty obvious wide open spot she left Russell but looks up to Diaz. “I think I heard through the grapevine you were on the losing end of one of those shits yesterday,” she teases.

Diaz reclines into his seat, his chest bouncing with his laughter. “All because of your cooking Thomas.”

“My cooking is not that bad,” she defends, the cap of her black marker pointing him out.

Burke snickers too with a shake of her head and opens her mouth to speak but the room fills with the voice of Kennedy. “Aren’t y’all old enough to be left alone not to talk about shit for five minutes?”

“Never too old to talk shit, sir,” Diaz returns, his smile lifting only half his face up. He’s a charmer, whenever they go out to bars out manage to get a moment’s peace not hounded by work, he never seems to be at a lack of folks coming up to him. He’s already got a girl, but with the hair that cascades always neatly placed and the dazzling bright grin, anyone could fall for it.

Kennedy huffs his laughter quickly and then shuffles deeper into the room. “We’ve got a new friend, so let’s play nice.” As Kennedy makes head way, Ivy notices the man behind him. He’s tall. The black dress pants and black dress shirt don’t hide everything beneath them, but Ivy’s not too shocked to see people who work in the field like that with some sort of muscular physique. There’s something about his face though--something about the way his brown eyes dart around the room and his smile never shows any teeth that something familiar tugs at her.

Kennedy goes around the table introducing Ivy first, then going to Russell, coming down to Jenkins, Diaz, and then Burke. Each one of them lifts a hand or nods at their name. “This here is Hood, Calum Hood. Joining us as a new liaison.”

Ivy’s no good with faces sometimes. But names she hardly ever forgets. Hood, she met him once a few years back at a lecture. Not that she did them often, but Kennedy got more face time. But he made sure to spread the love between the team. He asked her to tag along. Calum must’ve been in the crowd, had to be, and had to have asked a question because Kennedy told her to remember that name. And she had.

Kennedy continues on with something. Ivy suspects he’s warning Diaz to keep any hazy tactics to a minimum considering how much of a mess they’re walking into. Ivy nods once more at him, and then faces back to the whiteboard, the tap on her arm prompting her too. I’m a scaredy cat sure, but not dumb, it reads in Russell’s handwriting. She spies his X in the bottom corner, opposite of where he would’ve won.

“Pull up a seat, Hood. We’ll have more time for pleasantries once we’re up in the air. But I want everyone to at least be familiar with this case.”

“Yes, sir.” His voice is smooth, Ivy notes. A soft volume and accented but smoother than she would’ve pegged.

The team breaks down the file, recapping mostly what they’ve already read but Kennedy’s old fashioned this way, needing to make sure people have done their homework. It’s an extra step than completely necessary, but having the quick meetings has always made this team feel more like a second family. There’s always a common goal in mind for them and they’re always reminded of it. No matter what happens out in the field, they all want the same thing.

“We soar in forty-five minutes. So let’s hope wheels can turn in the air. Hood, I need you to keep in mind the local PD’s been taking a lot of heat for the last couple of months. So we don’t want to take too much star power, we’re only here to assist and whatever we can do to put the local’s good grace back onto that PD we need to.”

Not quite what she expected, though with his demeanor and looks, he’s sure to work a crowd or newsroom well. She’s sure he’ll be on the ground with them too.

“Understood,” he replies and with that, all of them push away from the table. “Agent Thomas,” Hood says, reaching out almost as if to touch her elbow but never actually do it. He continues to speak once she looks over to him. “I-I don’t know if you remember. But we met at a lecture a couple years back that you held with Agent Kennedy. And I just wanted to say that I’m excited to be here, working with you all.”

“Thomas, here, does not respond well to flattery. Trust, we’ve all tried,” Diaz laughs, clamping down on Hood’s shoulders.

“I appreciate it,” Ivy responds. “Glad to have a fresh mind on the team.” There’s no smile, at least, not one she’d give Russell, Burke, Diaz, or even Jenkins. But Calum watches her give another curt nod with a quick quirk of her lips, and then leave, stacking her file on top of the whiteboard.

“Don’t sweat it. She’s in work mode,” Diaz assures. “We get off the clock and she’s a hoot. But on the clock, it’s strictly business. I will warn you, Thomas will burn you.”

Calum’s left, watching Diaz, Burke, and Russell leave. Jenkins turned tail the second Kennedy got done. It’s not that he wants to mix business with pleasure. He’s just been studying Thomas, attending as many lectures that she gives as he can. She didn’t always go directly by the book, there was something about her method that used the evidence, used science, but also had some sort of intuition. Thomas just knew things and when attempting to quantify it, she didn’t always have the words for it. Calum just wants to see that in action, understand what it is about knowing that isn’t always present in the facts.

The plane ride is comfortable. Plenty of seats even though they squeak just a little. Calum watches Thomas sit and everyone seems to sit spread out from there, keeping her at some sort of center. “Mobile. They don’t mind the hustle,” Ivy starts.

“Crossing state lines is risky, especially after the escalation,” Burke interjects.

“But wouldn’t that be a reason for it? If all the crimes look different, enough crossing state lines might make the unsub feel confident, like they’re getting away with something.” The entire plane turns to look at him. Calum freezes for a moment. He knows better. He knows so much better than that. Fuck.

“Valid. But we shouldn’t settle. Travel might be part of their job. We’ve got a good cluster to possibly estimate a home base. Get comfortable, perfect the craft here and then spread out. But why come back? Local PD's hadn't quite connected anything, until the return. More families, found exactly the same. Even when they cross state lines, all points wind back to a specific geographical location,” Burke returns.

“Hood, you got the inside of the media. What does it look like?”

Thirty minutes of his forty five was making sure that he could at least nail down this run through. And it’s easy, even with the squeak of Ivy’s dry erase marker, to run down the media reports, what information has been released and what hasn’t been released. He makes note of what the team doesn’t want to get out and what they do want to keep available to the public.

All the while, Calum watches the way Ivy writes over her board, the squeak over and over on specific strokes. He wonders for a moment what she’s writing, what it is that she needs to keep written track of. But he doesn’t get a chance to fully flesh out that thought before he finishes his spill and Diaz cuts in. They’re fast, not quite settling on any one theory. More like compiling the possibilities, not wanting to eliminate things but ranking how plausible they all could be until the pieces click.

The first thing after the flight lands, they head for the precinct. The lead investigator greets them, and there’s no pause. They’re pulled into the frenzy, looking at boards. Calum tries to keep his head in the game, but he is watching Ivy. The way she settles in her chair, her marker always moving. He’s not even sure it’s words anymore, just a constant circular movement. Sure he’s here to help regulate media outlets, and he can do that in his sleep if local PD and media follow his instructions to a T.

But he needs an in, to show he’s more than just the new meat on the chopping block. He’s worth something. “Is the last crime scene still available?” Calum asks.

The room turns to him, well most of the room does. Ivy keeps circling, but she speaks. “The plan’s to go in ten minutes. Whatever’s got you preoccupied, leave it in your go bag.”

Kennedy chuckles, tapping at her foot. “Give the kid a break. He was buried in news coverage the second we got into the door. But Hood, shake the cobwebs. This isn’t your small town’s rodeo anymore. If you need to be caught up, ask. But if you’re going to be in the room, keep those ears open.”

A task easier said than done, but he nods, resting his elbows on his knees. God, they’re going to think I’m an idiot. The room goes back to its normal buzz, but Calum keeps his head buried in his hands.

“Talk to me. What are your theories?”

Calum lifts his head. Ivy’s closer now. He can see the black marks on her hand from where she’s held it up against the swirls and lettering. “Clearly I’m barely treading water here.”

“First day nerves, but you can shake it. You wanted to see the crime scene. Why?”

“Why there? We have indications that the unsub spent a lot of time there, even with the interruptions they've seemed to caused. They're still meticulous. I want to follow their steps. What did they do first? And why? What do they need from a crime scene before it’s done?”

“Good. But what else?”

“What-what do you mean what else?”

She smiles, much different than the first one. It shows her teeth, a bit of a twinkle in her eyes. “What else?”

He goes quiet, reclines back into the seat and closes his eyes for a second. What else? There’s a lot else. “I mean, the next obvious thing is why these victims? But besides that, how comfortable is this person? Do they feel a need to be rushed, fast, get-in-get-out or can they blend in? I have a hunch they can blend in. Maybe people even trust them. They are perfectly ordinary and in essence, they have to be in order for the fantasy to work. Detection means they have to get sloppy. Being sloppy’s not an option, so blending in it is.”

“Bring that to the crime scene.” Something taps his knee and Calum cracks open his eyes to see her, standing. Her whiteboard still gently rests against his knee. She’s not looking at him though. Her gaze is locked onto the board next to him, displaying the crime scene photos.

“What’s your secret?” Calum asks. He’s almost positive she didn’t hear him due to Ivy’s lack of prompt response. But then she turns to him.

“Secret?”

“Thomas, Hood, you comin’ or what?” Kennedy calls. “I can deal without Diaz, but I need you, Thomas.”

“I’ll remember that,” Diaz laughs as they walk through the glass doors of the precinct.

It’s not Calum’s first time at a crime scene. But the second Calum steps through the door a chill runs through him. The carpet and walls are still bloodstained. Everything about it the scene just feels wrong, makes Calum want to immediately step back out of the house.

“You feel that?” Burke asks. She continues on deeper into the house, slipping into her gloves.

“This is when Thomas says she’s too Black for all this and gets the hell out of dodge,” Diaz barks. He squats down to the blood on the carpet. Ivy’s already deep into the house, seemingly guided by a force unwillingly to let her go. She doesn’t respond verbally, just lifts her hand, the middle finger extended out in the general direction of Diaz.

And Calum is standing near the threshold of the door, trying to pinpoint why it feels so cold in a house in Texas in the middle of the summer. His hands feel sticky even inside the latex gloves. His first step is shaky but he stops next to Diaz. “There are drag marks from the blood,” Calum notes. “This isn’t where they were killed, just staged.”

“The unsub staged all the victims here in the living room. We know that. Pictures show the parents at the ends of the sofa, children in the middle, dog on the floor.”

“But there’s blood on the walls. We know the Dad’s 6’1,” Calum returns.

“And we don’t have forced entry. So, whoever is wreaking havoc isn’t threatening enough for someone not to answer the door.”

Calum turns to the sofa where the family was found. “It’s picturesque, poetic even. You’ve got a whole family right here, at your will. They knock on the door. It’s dusk, sun’s just starting to set.”

“They have a ruse that gets them inside. We already know they have to blend in with the community. So what can you use to get into a house? Who gets into a house without a problem?”

Diaz goes into the kitchen where in the case file it mentions when the family was finally discovered food was still out on the table. “The window doesn’t have to last long. But it has to be just right. All three families were either eating dinner, or just done with dinner. So why dinner time?” Diaz turns from the stove to face Calum.

“It’s when everyone is together. They’re not just going after a family, but very specific family dynamics. Which means both parents need to present, two kids seems to be a minimum.”

“What’s the average dinner time you’d say? With this job, I eat whenever I fucking can. But before this, excluding people like us, when is the average person sitting down to eat?”

“6, 6:30 I’d guess. That’s assuming the average person is working a job that calls it at 5PM. A town like this is either on the verge of collapsing or being bought out. So I assume a lot of people are traveling outside to the city for work, so the commute might be even later. But I wouldn’t hazard any guesses that our unsub’s just haphazardly picking houses.”

“No, no, you’re right, Hood,” Diaz states, walking over to the table. “I guess what I’m saying is the timing. No one hears anything. But our unsub’s using a gun. That’s not quiet. And there’s not a lot of city noise this far out. They’re spending hours in the house and somehow getting out undetected. But striking at dinner time, with the setting sun, means this person’s around outside the house. But no one’s noticed anything out of the ordinary.”

“Hunting seasons,” Calum returns. “No one really flinches at the sound of a gun shot because people are hunting year ‘round here.”

“And it seems like humans are on the menu.”

“An appetizing thought.”

******

Ivy’s not sure when the chill finally left over the course of the day but it returns when she walks into the precinct and sees the entire room in a frenzy. Kennedy spies her and it’s just a look. Not much different than his resting face, but somehow she knows with that slight arch in his eyebrow. Another family--while they were proding over photos the killer was already moving on, already in the midst of their attack.

And it shouldn’t shock her. Well, to be more accurate, it doesn’t shock her and maybe that’s the thing that scares her. “I’ve been doing this too damned long,” she mutters to herself. “Hood, you’re with me. Get the address and let’s see what that gut of yours cooks up.”

“How’d--Is Kennedy going to be okay with that? The call just came in a few minutes ago.”

“Get the address and tell me how you like your coffee,” Ivy says. Kennedy’s going to come to the scene anyway, but she doesn’t tell Calum that.

There’s not another word before Calum passes in front of her. “Cream and two sugars,” he answers as he goes.

“So Black, got it.”

Paused at the desk of a detective, he looks over his shoulder. “Cream and two sugars,” he re-emphasizes with a tiny smile and holding up two fingers. Police station coffee’s never the best, but it’s better than nothing. When on a case, time is also imperative and they take what they can. Ivy fixes Calum’s cup first, slipping a lid on and keeping the stirrer through the hole. She pours her cup with no additions.

“Not even creamer? Not one?” Calum questions.

“Takes too much time,” she returns. “Burke, you staying?”

“Yeah, Russell got those files over just before the call came in. Besides that crime scene’s bound to be crowded as all hell and I swear if I walk into another house and catch a chill after seven years of doing this job, I just might quit.”

The two ladies laugh. Ivy recovering first to respond, “I need you to keep me sane even though you’re just as much trouble as Diaz.”

“Which is why I’m going to say here, work with Russell. We’re going to need Hood back before the 5’oclock news. Whatever you find at the scene will help solidify our profile and we need it soon. We need the hands on this clock, because it’s ticking ahead of us.”

Ivy nods. It’s no fun being behind. “Kennedy, we’re moving or we’re dying.”

“I trust you. There’s something off about that last one that I want to walk through again.”

“Let’s rock and roll,” she says to Calum, handing him his cup of coffee. “Mr. Cream-and-Two-Sugars.”

The drive is relatively short, all thanks to Ivy’s lead foot. But they need to get there fast, while things are still fresh.

“Did you always want to do this?” Calum asks in the silence of their drive. The radio doesn’t even play. Ivy knew he had questions. He wore them on his face, brows furrowing anytime he was the slightest bit hesitant about something.

“I don’t think I had a choice.”

“What do you mean you didn’t have a choice? We’ve all got choices.”

“My dad worked with the FBI until it killed him. And I think about how he used to tell me it was his job to help put bad people in jail. And I believed him.”

“The bug bit you before you even had a fighting chance.”

Ivy nods, taking a quick glance to Calum. “But if I had a prettier face, I’d stick with liaison too.”

Calum huffs out his laughter. “I went the journalism route first, sue me. Besides, that’s you admitting you think I have a pretty face.”

“I forget faces—so don’t think too highly of it. And I’m probably old enough to be your mother. You attended some lectures, I remembered your name. How’d you convert?”

It’s silent for a moment and Calum contemplates her statement, old enough to be his mother. “Given that my mother has shared her fountain of youth with my sister and I, you might be shocked to know I’m nearing 30. And I converted because of you and your work under Kennedy and his old superior Rogers.”

“All the greats,” Ivy teases, but she doesn't sound impressed. More like tired, used to it.

“But you’re different.”

“Yeah, because somehow the Bureau hasn’t realized their mistake.”

“Mistake?” Calum asks around his sip of coffee.

“Kennedy’s going to retire soon. He's done 15 with our unit. Another ten prior to that climbing through the ranks. Then they’re going to have to find a replacement.”

“You say that like it won’t be you.”

“Because it won’t.”

“You’ve been with Kennedy for so long. He’s obviously going to recommend you, Ivy.”

“He can recommend but people higher up get the final word.”

The truck stops just in front of the house, and Calum knows the most logical thing to do is just focus on the case, walk the scene. Do his job. But he reaches across the console and wraps his fingers around hers for a second with a squeeze. “You’ll get it. They’d be dumb not to bring you to the head of this team.”

“There’s an altar or a shrine. It’s small.”

Calum pauses with his hand on the door. Ivy continues beside him. “Go to the eldest child’s bedroom. In a corner you’ll see the small shrine. Our unsub left one at the last house. And the house before, I’d bet. And this house too. That’s what Kennedy missed. What other cops missed too. Make sure you get it photographed. Besides, I’ve been doing this job too long and don’t know if I’d even want the added responsibility if they promoted me.”

“How’d we miss that?”

“We didn’t miss shit. We saw it when we needed to see it. We see things when we need them.” It's the way she says it, like she has to believe that makes Calum believe too.

The sight rocks Calum--he knew it wouldn’t be easy. But he didn’t know it’d hit him like this. The room spins, just a little. And his heart racing. Mostly because he can’t stand the thought that this could be someone he knows. These people weren’t anticipating their would be like this. And what does that even mean for him? What does his end look like?

“Hey, whoa. Whoa.” An arm comes around his waist and he follows the lead of whomever’s grabbed him.

“I’m okay,” he breathes out. “I’m okay.”

“Yeah, I’m a fudge brownie. It’s okay to not be alright in there.”

Calum rests against the side of the house and squats down just a little. His elbows hit his knees. His breath is heavy, falls from his open mouth almost like he’s going to vomit. But his stomach’s not churning anymore. Not with the fresh morning air hitting his lungs. “Fuck,” he breathes out again, eyes blurring just a little.

“But you’re okay. Take a breather.” Ivy’s shoes turn up in the dirt. "Get him a water, will ya? Hood, take a minute. It's alright. I'll be inside when you're ready." Calum just watches her go. It takes a moment for him to lift his head. It has to get easier. Or least he hopes it does. It takes him a minute, inhaling deeply before he stands up straight.

The rest of them processing the scene goes by in relative silence. Occasionally, Calum pipes in with an addition to their theory. Ivy hums in agreement. And it’s not until they step out and slip out of their gloves that Ivy says anything. “This is why I drink my coffee black.”

“I’m sorry. I really--I don’t know why this one got me.”

“It’s the kids. Kids are the worst.”

Calum looks up to the sky. There’s a few clouds, but not many. “The photos are bad, but in person is way different.”

Ivy watches Calum, the way it takes him a second to come back to earth it seems. “Don’t ask yourself if it gets easier.” When his gaze lands hers, she can see the furrowed brow again. The question drips off his face. “You’ll only disappoint yourself. And this job’s not for the weak of heart. For the people that can’t take some losses with the wins.”

“You said it yourself. You wanted to put the bad people away.”

“Eight year old me wants to believe it’s as easy as putting the monsters away. Thirty-one year old me knows for a fact what the losses are, who gets caught in the cross-fire. It’s not easy, not in the slightest.”

“Innocent lives do add up.”

“Which is why I try not to do math on the job. They all slip up. They all reach a point where their methods don’t satiate the need. They all make a fatal flaw and counting the unfortunate lives on the way to that will have you walking from the Bureau faster than you can blink.”

“So what makes you stay? If it’s all so fucking bad, what keeps you going?”

Ivy nods to the car, pulling the keys from her pocket. “We need to solidify our profile and you need to run press ASAP. But to answer your question, the thing that keeps me going is that fact that they do get caught eventually.”

******

Eventually seems to come up faster than Calum anticipates. He was sure it would take weeks. After getting back to the precinct more information in Russell’s digging found a connection between all the families, a Venn diagram that overlapped to their X on the map. Another couple of days and it all unravelled. It’s a blur, when he tries to think back to it, on the plane. The only grounding thing is when one of the children, a little girl about 6, pointed out the tattoos on his hands. In all this time, he was sure the tattoos would be a barrier to entry--they’d somehow put him in a place that others would think he was nothing but trouble. But somehow, despite the terror she had done through, that little girl liked his tattoos, found some sort of comfort in them.

When he told her they were for his parents, she smiled at him. She said she wanted one for her parents too and then asked if he had anymore and how old he was when he got them. All of which Calum was more than happy to answer while the medic checked over her. Her older brother came soon after, asking a few questions, but overall he was much quieter than his sister. Understandable for what was endured. In the end, Calum’s just glad he didn’t see them staged on a couch, bleeding out onto the cushions.

There’s a small bit of turbulence and the shakes cause Calum to open his eyes for a moment. Ivy’s seated across from him, whiteboard on her lap, headphones in her ears. A tic-tac-toe grid drawn across it in the middle, but in the corners are some swirls, a crude drawing of the shrine from the case. Calum leans forward and tugs on the board just a little. She lets it go without a fight and hands over the marker.

Calum makes an ‘X’ in the top left. “You said this job doesn’t get easier.” He looks up to see if Ivy can hear him and is relieved when she pops out one her headphones. She raises her brows like she wants him to continue with the thought. And Calum’s not even sure he should. Instead, he hands over the board back to her. If seeing death doesn’t get easier, then maybe it just means he gets better at it. Maybe it means that not being okay with death is a good motivator to keep down this path.

“The job doesn’t get easier. You’re still human. You still want a spouse and a kid. You might want two dogs and a cat. You might want that white picket fence one day. You’ll want to close your eyes and not see death. You’ll want to walk down the street and see humans as humans again. You’ll have nightmares. Don’t hide from it. Nothing’s wrong with you for wanting that. But we’re in a world now where we see the horrors--what’s on the other side of everything you wanted. It’s a liminal space and it’s heavy to wade through.”

“I just want to not freak like I did the other day. It’s not easy. But sometimes I fear that maybe I bit off more than I could chew.”

Their game of tic-tac-toe has been forgotten, placed in the seat next to Ivy as she leans forward in her seat. “You said you were converted because of me. What exactly about me was it?”

“You just know things. When you walk onto a scene, you have an air of knowing. How can you just pick up on it in a snap?”

“Well,” Ivy laughs, “if that’s the only reason you want in, I warn you to get out.”

“I want to help. I want to save people,” Calum adds on. But then it hits him. Maybe this wasn’t the business of saving people as much as it was stopping people. Sure, they prevent future murders, but that didn’t always negate for all the lives lost. But they did save that family today. He saved that little girl that wants tattoos like his. “I want to save people and I want to stop people as well,” he finally adds on.

“There will always be monsters in this world,” Ivy warns.

“And there will always be heroes.”

“Make no mistake, Calum. We don’t have capes. We don’t swoop in all the time at just the right moment. Sometimes we are late. Sometimes we’re reacting more than we are being proactive. Sometimes we fuck up.”

His heart stops for just a moment at the mention of his first name. He’s always Hood, or at least has always been Hood. Just like she’s always Thomas to the team. But she said his first name. Unmistakably so. “Did-did you just use my first name?”

“You used my first name, first.”

When had he done that? He didn’t recall, but he couldn’t combat it either.

“Look,” Ivy continues, “the fact remains. We will fail. We will make the wrong call, or the right call just by the skin of our teeth. We will walk down the wrong direction only to figure out, we know it’s the wrong one. We get it right. A lot more often, we get it right and we minimize the death count. But we’re human--you don’t have to take it on if you don’t want. You don’t have to suffer.”

“If I don’t suffer and win, then that little girl suffers and loses. Then the next person loses. And the next. Their suffering or mine--the choice is clear.”

Ivy studies Calum for a moment. She sees the resolve on his face. Just how much sacrificing himself is a no brainer for him. It was a no brainer for her too. But admittedly, she was cursed. Maybe Calum wasn’t. Maybe she could save him, even if she couldn’t save herself. But she wasn’t in the business of saving people, only stopping them.

“I can’t stop you, can I?” she asks.

“Stop me from what?”

“Stop you from killing yourself with this job.”

“If it’s killing you, then why don’t you leave?” His head cocks to the side, now intrigued by her honesty.

“It’s like you said, I got bit before I could escape. I’m cursed. Are you?”

The little girl flashes through his vision again, and his chest tightens for a second before the relief kicks in. He could chase that feeling, the knowledge that he saved someone, one person. And that he helped put away one more person causing harm. “I am now. Ruined--because even though I can’t save them all. I can save some. I can help keep some people safe. I don’t think there’s a better reward than that.”

With a nod, Ivy looks back to their game on the whiteboard. They would’ve tied, she can see it after where she placed her ‘O’. But she hands it back over to Calum. “Kennedy’s going to shit himself when he realizes he’s got too hard heads on his team.”

“You’ll shit yourself when you realize you’re inheriting the second hard-head on the team after Kennedy leaves.”

Ivy scoffs. Of course, Calum still believes in the shiny idea that hard work yields rewards. “And this is where I can still tell you’re new to this--the dreams are still shiny and ideal.”

“All the work you’ve invested, they’d be--”

Ivy interrupts him. “I know, they’d be dumb not to.”

“Then why do you keep saying it won’t happen?”

“I’d call my pessimism a curse. But at this point, I think it’s a personality trait and the truth.”

“And let me guess, this is why you take your coffee black too.”

Ivy winks at him before her smile takes over her face. “You know it.”

[royalcalum]

Must Love Dogs

Featuring: Calum x reader

Warnings: language, mentions of being catfished I guess... it’s just straight up fluff tbh

Summary: As an up-and-coming Twitch streamer, you’re used to befriending people online. When you start getting cozy enough with one fan for them to ask for a ride from the airport, you find out who you’ve really been talking to for six months.

Author’s Note: I’m going to try to start rewriting some old fics (mainly Calum tbh) to make them more realistic (lol as if this is realistic) and better in general so this is a rewrite of “blurb request lol 4/4 where you're whole relationship has been on the internet like you met on twitter or something and you finally meet at the airport after like five months idk this would be really cute and it's like my dream :----(“ Not beta’d

It started as an innocent fan and creator friendship. You’d been streaming on twitch for a while and had gained a decent sized following, averaging about 500 viewers per stream. Needless to say, your comments section was a little difficult to keep up with. But even with the quick scrolling of new comments with each statement you made, you noticed one name in particular whose comments were always funny or sweet instead of crude and vulgar, like some of those your mods were frequently deleting.

When that same username followed you on Twitter not long after you took notice of them, you were quick to follow back. You’d followed a few of your “fans” before, so it wasn’t unusual. Hell, it wasn’t even odd for you to DM back and forth with some of your followers. What was out of character was becoming attached to one of those fans.

All you knew was his first name (Calum), his age (24), and his location (LA) before you started talking regularly. He had asked for your number at one point, but was understanding when you said you don’t give out that kind of information. For you, it was a relief to finally talk to a man who not only enjoyed your streams, but didn’t make you feel objectified and demeaned. For him, it was a relief to finally meet someone who liked him instead of his name or money.

Communicating with him grew difficult when he flew to Australia to visit family. The time difference still gave you time to DM every day, but staying up late wasn’t quite the same when it was just afternoon for him. You’d already spent five months talking to him and as much as you hated admitting it, you had started to care for this mystery man despite never seeing his face. That never stopped you before (Corpse, anyone?), but for all you knew, “Calum, 24, California” was actually “Craig, 42, Alabama.”

When it came time for him to fly back to LA, you were surprised when he asked if you wanted to meet up when he got back. Like, right when he got back. As in “my friend can’t pick me up and I don’t want to ask you of all people to suffer through LAX traffic so I can just get an Uber if I need to but it’d also be nice to finally meet if you could give me a ride from the airport,” back.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t apprehensive. He was technically still a stranger you met on the internet and you couldn’t guarantee he wasn’t going to overpower you, take your car, kidnap you, and murder you somewhere in the desert. But you took precautions and told your roommate and a couple other friends where you would be and when to expect you back. If things went well and you spent more time with Calum, you’d call them and tell them, no texting.

Two days later, you stood next to your car parked outside the baggage claim for his airline. You didn’t even know who to look for, but he knew what you looked like — obviously, since you met through your twitch stream.

As people started to flood out of the airport doors, you started to wonder if you had been duped. Would this be a story worthy of Nev and Max? Being led to an airport just to be stood up? More and more people left the terminal while you took up space with your car. You’d get a ticket if you didn’t leave soon — your car may be running but you were technically parked in the loading zone — and your anxiety just continued to grow. He wouldn’t lead you on for nearly six months and stand you up at LAX, of all places… right?

Just as you looked down at your phone again to let your roommate know you might be back sooner than expected, you heard your name called from a few feet away.

And when you looked up, you were starstruck.

“You motherfucker,” you laughed as he got closer. “You knew I was a fan from my stream! That’s why you didn’t want to FaceTime!”

He laughed with you and didn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug.

“It was fun getting to just talk to you,” he defended. “I didn’t want you to unintentionally treat me differently just because you like my band.”

It felt nice to not only meet him, but feel him. He held you tight against his chest, his arms circling your shoulders with yours around his waist. And his thick sweater gave you a soft cushion to rest your head against as you just held each other. You pulled back from his hug but kept your hands on his ribcage, his resting on the sides of your neck as you asked, “How did you end up on my stream?”

“Someone tweeted a clip of you singing one of our songs from an older stream so I decided to check you out. I thought you were pretty and fun so I came back for more.”

For a second, you just stared up at him in multiple stages of shock. This was Calum Hood. From your favorite band. He just hugged you. And called you pretty. How could you handle this?!

But you could handle this. Because he was also the guy you had been talking to for the past six months. The guy you stayed up late talking to and who sent supportive messages when your chat got too aggressive and told you stories from his childhood. You knew him. You just had to let yourself realize the man you’d grown to care about personally was also the man you cared about as a fan.

Holy shit.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sliding his hands down your neck and over your shoulders to your upper arms as he looked down at you with concern etched on his face.

“What? Oh, yeah. Sorry, it’s just taking me a second to really let this all sink in,” you admitted.

“Yeah, now that we’re here, I’m realizing I probably should’ve broken the news in a less, uh, spontaneous way,” he laughed nervously, dropping his hands from you and shoving them in his pockets instead.

You should’ve just kept your mouth shut to keep those hands on you. Or if luck was on your side, he’d have his hands all over you later.

“I mean, I’m not mad about it,” you shrugged. “It’s just not what I expected.”

“What did you expect?” he asked with a smirk.

You let out a sigh. “Honestly? I was kind of expecting to either be stood-up or meet a 42-year-old balding man from Alabama with a beer belly named Craig.”

“Wait… his beer belly is named Craig?”

“No, he is named Craig, you doof!” you laughed, gently shoving Calum’s arm.

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint,” he said with that same smirk on his lips.

“Oh believe me, I’m anything but disappointed,” you replied with a quirk of your own lips. “So, am I taking you to your place then?”

Calum started loading his luggage into the backseat of your car as he spoke to you. With only two checked bags and a carry-on, he didn’t have much, but clearly wouldn’t let you help as he hoisted everything in.

“Yes, please,” he said as he shut the car door. “As excited as I am to finally meet you, I really miss my dog.”

You gasped and immediately perked up. “Duke?!”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Do you want to meet him?”

“Oh my god, yes!” You ran around to the driver’s side and impatiently waited for Calum to get in and buckle his seatbelt before weaving through the waiting cars to get out of LAX. Fortunately, Calum got in on a late night flight so the traffic wasn’t as bad as you’ve seen before.

“I feel like you’re more excited to meet my dog than you are to meet me,” Calum pouted from the passenger’s seat.

“As excited as I am to finally meet you,” you started with a direct quote, “I really love dogs.”

[wildfl0wer-meg]

“So like cal and the reader have been dating for a super long time (...) and everyone just thanks they’re best friends and they mange to keep it a secret (…) and one day calums phone gets hacked and photos of them go everywhere and like imagine he proposed and didn’t say anything and now his engagement photos are everywhere and he’s super mad and the reader decides to make the best of it and do a live answering some questions?” - @bitterbethany

I haven’t wrote in a while because I got really sick and found out that I have some blood problems... but I’m on medicine and feel so much better now. This was requested a long time ago as well and I just got really bad writers block which sucked.

warnings : mentions of hate comments

fem!reader x calum hood

———

It was a widely known fact among the 5sos fandom that Calum was an extremely private person.

Even though the other guys opted to keep more of their personal lives to themselves, Calum went above and beyond when it came to ever the smallest things.

As his fiancé, you knew first hand how private he was, despite your years together everyone only knew you as Calum’s best friend.

It’s all he ever referred to you as, with the hate you had received for being as little as a best friend and he didn’t want to know what would come with being out as a couple: let alone an engaged couple.

“Hey baby,” Calum smiles as he walks into the room where your getting ready, “where’re you going looking so nice?” His arms wrap around your waist and his lips ghost over your neck.

“Just going out for a little,” you smile, “I want to do some shopping and get a few new outfits, do you need anything?”

Calum shrugs, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “not right now,” he hums and pulls away as you finish up your makeup,

After you finish getting ready and say your goodbyes you go to the mall, spending most of the day wandering shops and finding new pieces to add to your closet.

You hadn’t heard from Calum since you left, which is why it was such a surprise when your phone began to ring and Michael’s name popped up on the screen.

“Hello?”

You hear frantic voices on the other side of the phone, “it’s Calum,” your fiancé says through Michael’s phone, “we have a problem,”

——

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing when you finally arrived at Michael’s and they told you to get onto Twitter.

Pictures of you and Calum were everywhere. Pictures from the beginning of your relationship all the way through last night when you went out to dinner with him and the guys.

You frowned seeing the hate already rolling in, usually accompanying your engagement photo.

The worst hate though was on the couple inappropriate images that Calum had. They weren’t too bad, he was smart with what he kept, but there was a few unexposed pictures he decided were safe to keep.

“How did this happen?” You ask, voice firm as you look at Calum.

“I really don’t know,” he sighs, “someone hacked my iCloud and was able to get everything,”

“Well can we figure out who? Back track the posts on Twitter? Or find an IP address!” Your voice was frantic, while you knew that things stay on the internet forever you wanted to know who started it, and why.

“Management is working on it,” Michael sighs, “until then you both need to decide to address it or to ignore it,”

You sigh as he pull out your phone and look at Calum, “we need to address it, and quickly,”

——

“Hello everyone,” you say as you watch the view count rise exponentially.

“We’re going to address the pictures that came out today, and also answer some questions,” Calum continues, his eyes already scanning the comments.

“So yes, as many of you now know Calum and I are together, and we’ve been together for a very long time,” you look down at your hand, at your ring, and smile. “And last spring we got engaged,”

“We’re not sure how the images got out, and we didn’t want them to get out. Today has proved why even more, the hate that Y/N is getting is unacceptable.” Calum sighs to try to hold back his temper, “she’s the love of my life and I’m not going to apologize to you for that,”

“We’ll start answering some questions now...” you watch the comments and finally find a good one.

“Were we ever planning on revealing our relationship?” You look over at Calum who shrugs,

“I think we both knew that it was inevitable. Rumors have swarmed us for years because of the times that the paps have caught us out on dates, and we knew someday they would catch us doing something that we couldn’t shrug off as just being friends,”

“I mean yeah, if we have kids someday that would be kind of hard to explain, so it was inevitable but we wish we didn’t have to. It’s no one’s business but ours,”

Calum looks for the next question. “Has there been any close calls?”

“Yeah...” he shrugs, “especially due to COVID. She almost walked in during some interviews that she didn’t know I was doing,”

You both answer several more questions, surprised by how nice everyone is being.

“Okay final question,” Calum laughs after you answer a funny question.

“Was Wildflower about Y/N?” Calum smiles, a laugh leaving his mouth as he looks over at you. “Yeah,” he says,

“I’d hope so,” you smile, “if it wasn’t I would want to know who it is?”

“It’s only you baby,” he smiles before leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“Alright we’re going to go,” you smile, “thank you all who are supportive of us...” you glance over at Calum so that he can piggy-back off of you.

“Yes! Thank you! And we’ll talk to you all later!” He smiles and you both say bye at the same time before ending the livestream and falling backwards with a sigh.

“That was better than expected...” you say and Calum smiles as he reaches over to kiss your cheek,

“I knew they’d be,” he smirks and you laugh at him,

“Yeah okay,” you roll your eyes but continue to smile as you cuddle into his chest, exhausted from the events from the day.

———

Okay so quick announcement, I made a new blog! @fandoms-whore I will be writing mostly for YouTubers that I like over there so if you want to go check it out and see if you like anything that I like maybe you can request something?

Masterlist

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part twenty sixx/

Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: okay super long, also in third person but I swear it’s good, there’s a surprise at the end ;)

Warnings: dirty, disgusting smut, booze, drugs,

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The door was held open by a bouncer as Vanity and everyone walked into the pub. The lights gleamed a deep red that covered every square inch of the facility. The sound of pool balls clacking against one another echoed through the air. Booths and tables were placed around the bar, followed by the bar itself straight ahead.

Vanity was unimpressed with the bar, it reminded her too much of home. “This is where you wanted to go?” She asked Tommy who was walking besides her, “Fuck Yeah! Everyone keeps saying we have to come here.” Tommy was energetic as he pulled her away from Ryan, “I have some blow for you.” He whispered into her ear as A-ha’s “Take on Me” played through the speakers.

She politely declined, “No thanks. I need to stay somewhat coherent, he’s never seen me drunk.” Vanity explained, “Alright so Zombie dust it is.” Tommy replied, making her laugh, “No Tommy!” She said while grabbing Ryan’s hand.

“Buy me a beer?” She asked, batting her eyes at her honey blonde haired boyfriend. “Of course, babe.” She smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips.

Nikki on the other hand, watched as they kissed as he was trying to control every fiber in his being not to rip him off of her. ‘This dude is doing it on fucking purpose, I just know it’

“Baby, I need some junk.” Nikki looked down at his girlfriend Josie, “I don’t have any.” He replied, she knew that he was trying to stay away from it after the incident that occurred the other night. “C’mon Nik, have some fun. I bet we could find some here.” Josie purred, trailing her French tip nails down the skin that was exposed under his half buttoned shirt. “Let’s just do some coke.” He tried giving her a choice, but she pouted, “Give me money and I’ll go find it my fucking self.” She snapped at him, Nikki sighed digging into his leather pockets and giving her a hundred dollar bill. “Thanks baby, I’ll be back.” She immediately snatched the crumpled up money out of his hand, disappearing into the crowd.

“You look like shit.” Nikki perked up, turning around to see Vanity standing behind him. He could tell she was trying to force the smile that was formed across her glossy lips, her glossy kissable lips.

“Just tired, all this touring is catching up to me.” Nikki gave her an excuse, chuckling nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh? So it has nothing to do with your overdose?” She raised an eye brow as she glared at him. “I’m alright, okay? I’m fine. It was just a stupid freak accident.” Nikki rolled his eyes, “Nikki you almost died.” He rolled his eyes again. It was the same thing his band mates, his manager, and his record label have been telling him.

“Just makes me more Metal, doll.” He smirked as Vanity let out a scoff. Nikki kept his gaze on her as a small smile started forming on his lips. He had missed her, missed her more then he would like to admit. “What?” She questioned, taking notice in how he was looking at her.

Nikki inched closer to her short frame, “I’ve missed you, Van.” Nikki confessed, letting his fingers brush against her hand. Vanity let out a huff of air as she put some distance between them, “I’m glad you’re okay.” Was all she said, running her fingers through her hair.

Nikki inched closer again, they’re bodies almost touching, as he looked down at her short frame. “I’m sorry that things are always rough with us, I wish I could treat you better.” Nikki spoke softly, gently running his finger tips down her shoulder.

“Here’s your beer, babe.” Ryan butted in, Vanity finally being able to breathe a breath of fresh air. “Thanks.” She said, grabbing the glass of gold liquid and beginning to chug it hoping it would get rid of her nerves. Maybe she needed to find Tommy next...

“Hey man.” Vanity looked up at Ryan as he finally acknowledged Nikki, extending his hand out to the raven haired bassist. Nikki gave him a smug look, Vanity noticing it as she cleared her throat, signaling Nikki to shake it.

“Hey.” Nikki responded, firmly grabbing his hand and shaking it.

‘Whose dick is bigger competition happening over here.’ Vanity amused herself with her own thoughts.

“No beer for you?” Nikki questioned, “Ryan doesn’t drink a whole lot.” Vanity spoke up for him, “oh common man, do you know who you’re dating? This girl always needs a drink in her hand, isn’t that right Van?” Nikki playfully, but also gently nudged Vanity’s shoulder.

“Mmm, right.” She said, chugging more of her beer, “Just not a fan of it.” Ryan responded. “Well that’s gonna change, let’s have a whiskey and talk about our Uh...common interests.” Nikki spoke, his eyes quickly darting to Vanity who in all honestly, was about to freak out.

“I’m going to find Tommy.” She blurted out, finishing the last of her beer, handing the glass to Ryan. Vanity gave Ryan a kiss on the cheek, quickly turning her attention to Nikki.

She motioned for him to come closer, tilting his head down to her height, “You better be fucking nice, or I swear to god, Sixx.” She warned him. Nikki gave her a heartwarming smile, before making an ‘X’ across his heart. “Enjoy that blow, doll.” Nikki whispered back to her, a low chuckle coming from his chest, making Vanity roll her eyes as Nikki already knew what she was about to go do.

“Him and I, were just gonna get to know each other a little bit better. Bartender! Get me some Jack!” Nikki ordered, shooing Vanity away, as she left to go find her favorite drummer.

A bartender quickly brought a tray with two glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels, “Thanks babe.” Nikki said, grabbing the bottle off the tray, replacing it with a twenty dollar bill. “You can go now.” He snapped at the confused bartender, while he gave her a stiff smack on the ass, making her scoff as she walked away.

“Common, sit down.” Nikki coaxed him, as they both sat down at a booth, Ryan a tad more hesitant then Nikki would ever be. Nikki took a giant swing of the liquor and then passed the bottle to him, “Go on, take a sip.” Nikki pestered him as Ryan grabbed the bottle by the neck. He choked down a sip, grimacing and shaking his head as he handed it back to him.

“So how did that happen?” Nikki questioned, pointing to Vanity who was across the bar talking to Tommy. “Went on a date, I took her out to dinner then we went stargazing by the Hollywood sign.” Ryan said, proudly of himself. Nikki’s insides curled, ‘what a fucking cheeseball, how fucking original.’ Nikki had to suppress his eye roll.

“And then I just asked her to be my girlfriend, and she is actually out of my league so I don’t know why she said yes.” Ryan blabbed on as he took another swing of the whiskey.

“When did you fuck her for the first time?” Nikki questioned, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Ryan stutter before taking another sip of of Jack.

“I’m just playing with you, man!” Nikki laughed, pounding his fist onto the wobbly table, “If you really want to know, it was on the third date and I bent her over the hood of my truck.” Ryan explained, a smirk on his face as he watched Nikki’s expression changed, “Yeah man, she was in this tight little red dress that barely covered her ass.” Nikkis laughter quickly turned to anger the more he pictured Ryan touching her body, he just wanted to reach across and bash his face into the table.

“And she’s a tease, I’m sure you know” Ryan let out a laugh, “Yeah.” Nikki agreed with him, “And so I bent her over the hood my truck and fucked her brains out, never had a girl with such a tight pussy.” Ryan laughed at himself, shaking his head.

“It’s not about sex with her, she makes me a better person. She helps me with school, cause I’m going to college still and when I’m having a problem she helps.” Ryan looked over to her, a smile on his face as Nikki followed his gaze.

“She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, I make sure to tell her she’s beautiful, and she’s perfect every single day. It’s the little shit ya know? So I’m always getting her flowers and fixing stuff around her house.”

How could nikki even hate this guy? He was perfect, he does everything for a woman that a man is suppose to do. Ryan took another swig of the alcohol as he felt himself starting to warm up.

“Between you and me...I think I might love her.” Ryan spoke, as Nikki’s skin crawl. I need to leave, I need to leave, that’s all that was repeating through Nikki’s head, ‘I hope Josie comes back soon.’

“Have...have you told her?” Nikki choked out, trying to clear the lump that was in the back of his throat. He took the bottle from Ryan’s hand and took a massive gulp, feeling it burn all the way down to a bottomless pit.

“Nah, it would scare her away...she’s very cautious with this stuff between all that’s happened with Julian, and even you.” Ryan pointed out, “Me? I’ve never fucking done anything to her like that fucker did.” Nikki spat his anger out, only getting more pissed off as Ryan laughed at him.

“I’ll let you in on a secret.” Ryan paused, taking the bottle back and pressing it against his lips, “She was in love with you for a bit, Nikki. It was difficult to get it out of her.. Only if you would’ve treated her right, man. She loved you.” Ryan smirked, with an eyebrow raise as he watched Nikki wrap his arms around himself like a scared little boy.

“She never said anything....” Nikki asked, mainly for himself, “Cause dude! You’re a fucking asshole! You really thought fucking her good would keep her around? Common man, you get a lot of chicks you should know how they work, they always want more.” Nikki was conflicted, but in reality if she told him how he felt, would his actions of been different?

“Babe!” Nikki looked up, seeing Josie strut up to him, “Come with me!” She said cheerfully, sticking out her hand, but Nikki didn’t move. “Common Sixx!” She grabbed his hand, pulling him up with all her force, “I scored some junk and a few rigs.” She whispered into his ear, “Be right back, Ryan.” Nikki told him as he followed Josie to the bathroom.

“Ryan!” Vanity cheerfully spoke his name as she waltzed up to him, “Hey beautiful, you having fun?” He asked her, she nodded as she sat on his lap, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders,

“So much fucking fun! Tommy and I just railed some lines back to back to back...to back.” Vanity said with a giggle as she ran her hand over his short hair. “Is Nikki being nice to you?” Vanity asked, worrisome as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, “He can be mean sometimes , without even realizing it.” Vanity trailed off, letting out a soft sigh.

“He’s fine, baby alright? Don’t worry.” Ryan reassured her, his hand running across her thigh. “Dudes!!!” They both turned their heads to look at Tommy, who was skillfully holding three glass cups of beer, “Chugging contest! You, me and Ryan!” Tommy replied, “I’m down.” Ryan said, getting a surprised glance from Vanity. “Okay, T-bone.” Vanity said with a smile, removing herself from her lap.

“Winner gets a hundred.” Tommy said, throwing a bill on the table. “You ever gonna learn?” Vanity said, sending a teasing look Tommy’s way. “Tonight’s the night girl, I feel it, you’re gonna get your ass handed to you.” Tommy joked, sticking out his tongue like a little brat.

They all took a cup, “Ready, set...go!” They all quickly began to chug it. Tommy playfully poked Vanity in the side, knowing it would make her squirm, his plan worked as she started coughing and had to stop, “No fair, jackass!” She yelled, tipping Tommy’s cup at a higher angle which made the booze go up his nose.

“Ha! Guess I win!” Ryan slurred his words, as he grabbed the money off the table, “I’m not getting beat by this pretty boy.” Tommy rolled his eyes, as a bartender walked by with beers on a tray, “Thank you!” Tommy said, snatching them away knowing they weren’t for him.

“Looser does a line of coke.” Vanitys eyes widened as Tommy changed the rules, “Alright drummer boy, you’re on.” Ryan said, “Baby, no.” Vanity said, trying to take the beer away from Ryan, “Baby, yes.” Ryan retorted as he put the cup of beer high above her reach.

Vanity watched them but begin to chug, but Tommy was finished his beer in just three large gulps. Tommy let out a laugh as Ryan coughed, “Let’s go pretty boy!” Tommy teased him as he evened a line of cocaine out for him on the table.

Ryan gave me worried eyes, “Bets a bet babe. Coke is fun. Just hold your nostril and snort it.” Vanity had a huge smile on her face, “I’ll take care of you if you go into a coke psychosis.” Vanity joked, but affectionately rubbed his arm.

Tommy and Vanity giggled as they watched Ryan snort up the line slowly, almost choking as he finished it, “Ah, fuck!” He yelled as he tried rubbing the irritation out of his nose, “fuck yeah dude!” Tommy shouted with a grin on his face as he playfully shoved Ryan’s shoulder.

“Let’s get more drinks.” Ryan suggested, “I’ll buy.” Ryan turned around as Nikki walked up to the three as he had his arm wrapped around Josie, “I want a beer Nikki.” Vanity told him, “I already know what you want, Princess.” She smiled at his name of endearment, “I’ll get it beautiful, Budweiser right?” Ryan stepped up to the task as Nikki laughed, “Wrong!” Nikki yelled out, “Common dude, you don’t even know her favorite beer, what kind of boyfriend are you?” Nikki continued to laugh as Ryan was starting to get annoyed

“Budweiser is fine, Nikki is just being a smart ass.” Vanity reassured Ryan, “You always say it’s piss water and you don’t know how I can stand the taste of it.” Nikki reminded her, “Can you shut up?” Vanity snapped at him, an arrogant smirk on his face.

“Don’t talk to him like that.” Josie jumped down her throat, immediately getting a glare from Vanity, “You can shut up too.”

“Easy.” Ryan whispered, standing in front of Vanity as he placed his hands on her hips and backed her up.

“How about you shut the fuck up and stop bitching?” Josie retorted, “You’re lucky you are even here.” She added on, Vanity put her hand on Ryan’s chest signaling him to step to the side.

“And what the hell is that suppose to mean?” Vanity questioned as she stepped a little closer to Josie, “Sounds like a threat to me.” Nikki quickly got between them, “Alright ladies, let’s just relax okay? We’ll get some drinks and have some fun.”

“It means you shouldn’t even fucking be here. Yet here you are, sniffing their drugs and using them.” Vanity let out a laugh, “Me using them? I literally just watched you take Nikki’s money to go find drugs!” Vanity was dumbfounded at her comments,

“Got your self a drug habit and a junkie girlfriend huh, Sixx?” Vanity spewed her anger out while she scowled at Nikki, but a quick shove to the shoulder from Josie took her off guard.

“You don’t fucking know anything!” Josie yelled, “God I guess everything he’s said about you is true! You are a spoiled, selfish bratty bitch!” Vanitys eyebrow raised as she looked at him, “Oh really? What else did he tell you?” Vanity asked rather condescendingly,

“That you could never shut the fuck up either which honestly I agree with.” Vanity smirked, “Babe, let’s just go.” Ryan said grabbing her hand and trying to pull her away, “And that maybe he understood why Julian would knock you around.”

Nikki’s eyes quickly darted to hers, “I never fucking said that!” Nikki yelled at Josie, “Van, I never fucking said that!” Nikki quickly turning his attention to his favorite brunette. Vanity exhaled deeply as she looked away from him and to Ryan.

“I’m going to get my own fucking beer.” She told them, walking away to the bar, but Nikki followed her. Ryan tried stopping him but Tommy grabbed his arm, “They’re Fine, just let them talk.” Ryan quickly shook his head, “No, he’s gonna try something, I don’t fucking trust that asshole.” Ryan snapped as he pulled away from Tommy’s grip, “Yeah but I do, and they need to talk it out, there’s a lot of shit between them, have a drink.” Tommy said, putting a glass of whiskey in his hand, as Ryan quickly chugged it down not breaking his gaze from Vanity and Nikki.

“Doll, I never fucking said that, maybe I did call you a bitch but I never said that about Julian.” Nikki pleaded as he stood on the side of Vanity, as she was sitting on the barstool, “Corona, draft please.” Vanity spoke to the bartender as Nikki was in her ear, “Thanks.” She said sliding a five across the counter,.

“Van, please? Just talk to me.” Nikki spoke softly as he watched Vanity take a gulp of the beer, “I heard you the first time, Nikki.” She said as she dug into her purse and pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“You need to muzzle that.” Vanity said, referring to his girlfriend, “She gets mouthy sometimes, but she’s actually nice.” Vanity sighed, “I really don’t care, Nikki.” She scoffed, “I came here because you almost died and you couldn’t care less.” She shook her head as she took another sip and drag.

“Well you didn’t have to, no one forced you too.” Nikki said, shrugging his shoulders, “God! What is the matter with you!” She shouted, finally meeting his gaze, “Are you that fucked up in the head that you can’t process when someone cares about you?” She continued on, “Is that why you treat me like shit all the time?”

Nikki cleared his throat, “I’m sorry you had to fly all the way out here to make sure I was alright.” Nikki said, thinking of a quick apology to simmer her down, but she rolled her eyes, “I don’t want a fucking apology that you don’t mean.” She snapped at him. “Cause you’re just gonna do it again.” She mumbled, but he still heard her.

“Well, what do you want me to say Vanity!!” He shouted in frustration, “I don’t know! Maybe say sorry for your actions, say sorry for the day at the studio when you told me to go away, maybe say fucking sorry for always leaving me!!” She berated him, “And maybe when you do finally grow a pair of balls and apologize, actually fucking mean it for once.” Nikki glared at her, surprised that she was finally putting him in his place, “And on top of that, stop sticking fucking needles in your arm, it makes you less hot.” She chugged the rest of her beer and then ordered another.

“So...you think I’m hot?” Nikki asked with a smirk on his face, “Don’t fucking push it.” She warned, pointing a finger in his face, Nikki laughed as he finally sat down next to her.

“I’m sorry for the day the studio, I was just angry that Julian showed up with Vince, even more angry that Vince opened his stupid mouth and was talking out of his ass, you aren’t just something I keep on the side for fun, Vanity.” Nikki told her, his hand grazing against her thigh as he referred back to what Vince had said that day.

She rolled her eyes, “Yes I am.” Nikki groaned, putting his hand under her chin to make her look at him, “No you’re fucking not, so don’t ever say that again, you got it?” His voice bellowed as Vanity nodded “other than the boys you are the most important person I’ve ever had in my life.” Vanity noticed the glimmer of hope in Nikki’s eyes, “What about her?” Vanity whispered, nodding in the direction of Josie. Nikki pulled the barstool Vanity was sitting on closer to him as his hands rested on the side of her hips.

“Now she’s just something I keep on the side for fun.” Nikki said, lowering his head by her ear, his teeth grazing across it. Vanity shivered, then quickly got off the barstool, “I have a boyfriend.” She reminded him as she tried calming herself down, and taking a huge swig of beer.

“Common Van, you’re telling me you like that pompous little kid, how old is he like twelve?” Vanity rolled her eyes. “Is he even old enough to be here legally?” Nikki continued to tease, “He’s twenty two actually.” Nikki rolled his eyes, “He’s basically a fucking child, you need a man.” Vanity scoffed at his comments.

“How do you know what I need? He makes me happy and that’s what matters.” Vanity explained as Nikki pretended to gag, “Bullshit.” He said, taking the beer from her hand and sipping it.

“Mentally you’re like eighteen so you have no room to talk.” Vanity joked, “Am not.” “Are too.” Nikki laughed, “More of a man then he is, bet I fuck you better too.” Vanity choked on her drink when he said that, “I’ll take that as a yes.” Nikki responded to her actions as she shook her head, “He’s better, Nik.” Vanity replied, a teasing smirk on her lips as Nikki laughed,

“Cool, let me watch sometime since he’s apparently better.” Vanity grunted in disgust, “and shit, if he fucks how drinks, well I’m sorry...” Nikki said, “Hey man what’s up!” Nikki yelled, making vanity turn around as Ryan stumbled into her,

“I think..” Ryan hiccuped as Vanity tried hold him up, “I think I’m gonna he sick.” Ryan slurred his words, before throwing up all the booze that was in his system on the wooden floors of the pub causing both Vanity and Nikki to take a step back.

Nikki immediately started cracking up, “Guess it’s sloppy huh, Van.” He said, trying to catch his breath, “Fuck off.” Vanity said, as she made Ryan sit down, “I’m sorry.” He said, vanity sighed as she ordered a water and handed it to him, “Let’s get you back to the hotel.” She said grabbing his hand, “Oh common! He can get there by himself! Stay with us Van.” Nikki said.

“Fuck you, she isn’t staying.” Ryan slurred, standing up and shoving Nikki, “Dude, don’t fucking touch me.” Nikki growled, “What are you gonna do about it.” Ryan shoved him again, until Vanity shoved him, “Knock it off, we are leaving.” She said sternly, wrapping her arm around his waist and trying to get him to walk, but he couldn’t stand up straight.

“Help me, please?” Vanity sweetly asked Nikki, he groaned and then complied as he threw Ryan’s arm over his shoulder and they walked him out of the pub and to the limo.

*Back at the hotel*

“Fuck you, Nikki.” Ryan wouldn’t stop pushing his buttons, “Okay man, whatever you say.” Nikki rolled his eyes as they dragged him down the hallway.

“Nah seriously, fuck you you fucking asshole. I can’t stand you.” Ryan berated, “Babe please stop.” Vanity begged him, “Nah Van, fuck this guy, you shouldn’t be talking to him.” Vanity rolled her eyes as she unlocked the hotel door. They walked in and took him too the bed. Vanity threw the blanket on him, “Goodnight you fucking lightweight.” Nikki laughed, “Fuck....you!!” Ryan yelled as he tried sitting up but Vanity pushed him down, “Go to bed.” She snapped at him as she pushed Nikki to the door.

“Tell Tommy I’m gonna fucking kill him when I see him.” Vanity said as she closed the door and standing in the hallway with Nikki.

“Oh what the fuck ever, should teach your boy how to handle his fucking alcohol.” Vanity rolled her eyes, “Maybe Tommy shouldn’t of fucking pressured him into drinking and doing coke, control your fucking band that’s how people end up dead or in jail.” She snapped, as her words threw a stake through him.

“Fuck you, Vanity.” Nikki said, walking towards her, making her back hit the door. He took one more step towards her, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck.

Nikki’s lips roughly pressed against hers as he pinned her against the hotel door, “Fuck you.” She groaned into his lips as she tried to put up a weak protest. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna fucking do.” Nikki growled at her as he picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” Nikki warned as he placed wet kisses against the column over her neck.

Her hands wrapped themselves up in his hair, harshly pulling on it, “Were not fucking doing this, I have a boyfriend.” She said, pulling his face away from her skin, making him look at her.

“Fine.” Nikki dropped her making Vanity stumble to her feet, “You’re such an asshole.” She said,  grabbing him by the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him back to her and giving him a needy kiss as her hand reached for the door knob.

Nikki guided her to the bathroom of the hotel room, not breaking the kiss for one single second. He picked her up, placing her on the counter as he stepped in between her legs.

His hands trailed down to her thighs as he pushed her skirt farther up her hips, “No panties?” He smirked as he felt how wet she was for him already. “Ryan doesn’t like it when I wear them.” Vanity teased him knowing Nikki wouldn’t take kindly to that. And right now, she didn’t want Nikki to be kind.

Nikki’s hand immediately wrapped itself around her throat, squeezing the sides as he rested his forehead against hers, “Look at me.” Nikki demanded, Vanitys eyes opened and biting her bottom lip as she looked at him.

“I’m gonna remind you who in the hell you fucking belong too.” Vanity let out a whimper as Nikki’s free hand rubbed against her clit. His strong hand released his grip from around her throat as he kneeled down on the tile, grabbing her hips and pull them closer to his face.

Nikki grabbed the stockings she was wearing and ripped them at the crotch, making Vanity gasp and shove his shoulder, “I fucking like these you dick.” She whisper-yelled as she remembered Ryan was just right outside the door sleeping in their bed.

Nikki ignored her as his tongue lapped against her clit, swirling around it before taking the sensitive nub into his mouth and gently sucking on it. Her nails raked through his hair, but he quickly grabbed her hands and held them at her side.

“Oh, Nikki.” She moaned his name quietly as she tilted her head back in pure bliss. It’s been too long since she felt the way Nikkis tongue made her feel, “You’re gonna make me cum.” She breathed out, her hips beginning to rock into his face. Nikki stopped eating her out, receiving a groan just to be muffled by a kiss. Nikki quickly slipped two fingers inside of her, and immediately started to pump them into her and not giving her any mercy.

Vanity gasped, making her lips part as Nikki stuck his tongue down her mouth, “Fuck..” vanity moaned, breaking the kiss and looking down at what Nikki was doing to her. His fingers curling inside of her as he hit her g-spot every time, “Nikki!” She shouted, but he quickly wrapped his hand around her mouth, “You gotta be quiet.” Nikki said with a chuckle as Vanity looked him in the eyes and nodding.

Nikki smiled to himself as he watched Vanity fall apart right in front of him. His thumb brushed a crossed her clit watching as her eyes fluttered into the back of her head. “I’m gonna cum.” She whispered to him as she felt the pit in her stomach form, “No you’re not.” Nikki said as he pulled his fingers out of her.

Vanity watched in horror as he denied her release, “Nikki...” She whined, also watching him unbuckle his belt and fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Get on your knees and suck my fucking cock.” Nikki ordered, but Vanity didn’t budge as she was still pouting. “Vanity, you don’t want me to tell you again.” The bass of his voice getting low which just turned her on more, and she was willing to push that button. Vanity smirked, cocking her head to the side as she rose an eyebrow.

Nikki smiled at her, a smile that she knew was fake as Nikki wrapped his hand into her hair and forced her down to her knees, “Now, I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours until you cry.” Vanity could of came right there from the words that escaped his lips.

Nikki pulled her hair harder, making her lips part as Nikki slipped his hard member into her mouth and making it hit the back of her throat. “Try fucking saying some smart shit now, princess.” Nikki groaned as he saw tears forming in her eyes he finally let go of her hair and allowed her to catch her breath. Vanity took a sharp inhale before she started sucking his cock again, bobbing her head up and down his long shaft.

“God, such a good fucking girl.” Nikki moaned quietly as he rested his hand on the back of her head making her take more of him. The sounds of his girl choking on his cock was enough to make him cum.

“I bet you don’t suck that little bitch boys cock like this, huh?” Nikki smirked, proud of himself as her mascara was running down her face. Nikki’s comments resulted in Vanity slapping the side of his thigh, “I’d watch those hands of yours before I tie them behind your back.” Vanity looked up at him, slowly taking her hands away and placing them on her knees, she knew that wasn’t an empty threat, for Christ sake he once handcuffed her to his bed frame and had his way with her.

Nikki reached for her hand, grabbing it to pull her up to her feet, swiftly he picked her up and sat her on the counter again. Without any warning Nikki slipped his rock hard cock inside of her, Vanity instantly covering her hand with her mouth to muffle her moans.

Nikki’s hips feverishly slammed into hers, sending Vanity into a moment of bliss as he made her take all of him. Nikki’s hands found themselves wrapped around her frame as he held her close to his body, “So fucking tight for me.” He groaned into her ear, “All mine.” His fingers wrapped into her hair, tilting her head back as he placed wet kisses on the exposed skin of her neck. “I’ve missed you.” Vanity moaned as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, “Missed me or missed my cock buried into you?” He grumbled, “You. Getting fucked is just a bonus.” She breathed out, burying her head into his shoulder as he pounded into her.

Vanity wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to get him as close to her as he could be, “Nikki.” She whimpered, her nails scratching into his back and leaving her mark, “Bet he cant fuck you like I can, no guy can make you feel how I feel.” Nikki said through gritted teeth as he felt her tighten around his hard length, “That’s right, I want you to cum around my cock, let me know how good I make you feel.” He harshly choked out as his lips trailed down her chest, making her back arch against him as he gently bit one of her hardened peaks

“Nik-“ She shouted but he quickly put his hand back over her mouth to keep Vanity quiet as he felt her release around his hard cock, and noticing how her eyes fluttered into the back of her head.

Nikki’s thrusts didn’t subside for one second as he watched her orgasm play out in front of him. Vanity pushed his hand away from her mouth only to wrap her arms around him and pull him close. Nikki’s low groans in her ear as he held her tighter to him leaving no space in between them. “Fuck, I’m close.” Nikki moaned in her ear, laying his forehead on her shoulder, “Vanity.” Nikki moaned her name, a smirk forming across her face as she kissed the side of his neck, her finger tips gently rubbing up and down his back making her feel the shivers she was causing him.

Nikki’s hips feverishly collided with hers as the sound of skin smacking against each other echoed through the bathroom. Nikki’s groans in her ear becoming more prominent, “God, your pussy feels fucking amazing.” The feeling of Nikki fucking her with no protection drove her wild, it was like nothing she’s ever felt before. “You better pull out.” Vanity said through broken moans, only causing Nikki to laugh.

His hand went between her legs once more, quickly rubbing small circles around her overly sensitive trying to push her over the edge again. “Still my girl, right?” Nikki grunted, feeling the way she was tightening around him, “Yes, god Nikki yes.” She moaned as the feeling of her release was coming.

“Sixx...” She whined, trying to reach for his hand as he was causing to much stimulation, but he smacked her hand away before he continued.

Vanity held her breath and closed her eyes as she felt herself cum around him, “Fuck, Nikki.” She moaned, as he wouldn’t stop massaging her clit, “Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck...come here.” Nikki said, quickly pulling out and clutching his cock.

Vanity dropped down to her knees before taking his throbbing member into her mouth, “Ah fuck, I’m gonna-“ Nikki stuttered as his fingers entangled themselves into her hair as he felt himself release into her mouth. Nikki cursed under his breath as Vanity took every last drop and swallowing it, “Oh, fuck.” Nikki said as he watched her, his finger swiping over her chin to wipe up the hot white strands that dribbled out of her mouth, “So fucking pretty.” Nikki groaned as she licked his finger clean.

Vanity was still on her knees as she watched him pull up his pants, a baggie of white rocks falling out of his pocket.

She stared at it, realizing what it was. Heroin.

‘This fucker almost died and he’s still doing it.’ She collected her thoughts, as she watched him quickly pick it up and shove it back into his pants. “Sorry..” he mumbled as he helped her up to her feet not wanting to look at her as she could tell she was pissed.

“You should go.” Vanity said as she put her underwear back on and a shirt of Ryan’s that was laying on the floor from earlier in the evening.

“I’ll see you back home.” Nikki said, reaching down to give her a kiss but she stopped him by putting a hand on his chest. “Bye Nikki.” She coldly said, as a huge rush of guiltiness ran over.

Nikki took a step back, quickly leaving the bathroom and then her hotel room. She got ready for bed by brushing her teeth and washing her face while trying to straighten up the bathroom.

She walked out to find Ryan still sound asleep, snoring lightly, she let out a sigh of relief as she gently laid down next to him and getting under the covers.

Her back was towards him as she stared out the window regretting everything that just transpired between her and Nikki.

‘I did it again. I fucking bought into his bullshit again. I cheated on my fucking boyfriend, for what!? To feel somewhat of an importance to Nikki?!’ Her thoughts screamed inside of her head as she wiped away an angry tear that escaped her honey eyes.

[ijustdontlikepeople]

Happy Birthday Michael 🖤 (x internet)

[ukulelecal]

Biggest Fan pt. 4

In which you’re a famous singer and Calum is a fan of your music.

Warnings: maybe like one swear, but other than that not really

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Requested By: Anonymous originally

“hi can you do a blurb on calum where you’re also famous and u find out he’s interested in you and low key loves your music? shebjdjsj idk jus make it fluffy and ill love u forever”

A/N: another obnoxiously long wait, another part!!!! finally!! we got some cute calum all up in this bitch YEESS im in love with him. sorry its short (well like not super short but shorter than part 3), i wasn’t sure what else could happen without making it extensive for just one part. but give me some feedback, tell me what you thought!! also, do you guys want more parts? i could probably end it here if yall are done with this, but i also have some ideas for some more things that could happen!!! aka i could kill yall with some cuteness!! or make you cry with some angst!! what do you guys think???

Requests are OPEN!

*Gif not mine*

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Your head was pounding. Your stomach was churning. All the telltale signs of a hangover.

A groan fell from your lips, bringing your hand up to rub your eyes. After they adjusted to the light coming in from the windows, you glanced at the bed next to yours; Cara and Sam were still sleeping soundly. Your eyes then fell on the clock, squinting to see clearly. 12:34 PM. You hadn’t even realized you slept that late.

The occurrences of the previous night were one massive blur. You remembered getting ready to leave and meeting up with Calum and Mali, having a couple shots, but after that? Not much came back to you.

It wasn’t until you picked up your phone, seeing a text from Calum, that perhaps the most significant event of the night finally popped into your head.

You admitted your feelings to Calum. You kissed him.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to smile or punch yourself in the face.

Sure, you had been wanting something like that to happen. But, in a club and being totally wasted wasn’t exactly how you imagined it happening. You couldn’t really complain, though. He liked you back.

He liked you back.

Yeah, you had to smile.

You glanced down at your phone again, actually reading the text that Calum sent you.

Calum: I have to get back on the road later today. I really need to see you again before I go.

You bit your lip softly, typing out a reply.

Y/N: Definitely. Where should we meet up?

You set your phone back down on the nightstand to wait for a reply, and kicked the blankets off of you. Might as well start getting ready if you were going to meet up with Calum. You quietly padded to the bathroom, trying not to wake up Cara and Sam, and glanced in the mirror. Oh, yikes. You had managed to change out of your clothes before crashing in bed, apparently, but neglected to remove your makeup. Your eye makeup was smudged everywhere, and your lipstick was smeared a bit.

Well, that probably wasn’t entirely from sleeping.

You grabbed a makeup wipe and cleaned everything off, then thoroughly washed your face. From outside the bathroom, you heard your phone vibrate, and you quickly scurried out to check. There was another text from Calum.

Calum: You can come to my hotel, if that’s okay. I’ll take you back to yours on my way to the airport after.

Y/N: Sounds good, Cal

He proceeded to send you the name of the hotel and his room number, and you scurried over to your suitcase to get some clothes. You decided on something cute but casual, just for a meet up. A pair of mom jeans, and a simple white t-shirt tucked in.

As you went about your morning routine, you pondered exactly what you and Calum were going to talk about. The night before was inevitably going to come up, but that conversation could go in many different directions. You weren’t sure exactly how it would turn out.

Still, you meant every word you had said. You liked him a lot. Although your time together in person was limited, you texted and Skyped him a lot and got to know him very well. You fell for him from miles away.

After you finished getting ready, making yourself look as presentable as possible being quite hungover, you shook Cara and Sam awake, earning tired groans in response.

“You can go back to sleep if you want,” you chuckled. “Just wanted to let you know I’m going to go see Calum for a bit. I shouldn’t be too long.”

Cara grumbled something incoherent and buried her head deeper into the pillows. Rolling your eyes, you reached for the pad of paper and pen that hotels provided, and wrote out a quick note. Chances were, neither of them were going to remember a thing you said, if they even heard you at all.

You slipped on some shoes, grabbed your phone and room key, and headed out the door.

On the way down to the lobby, you put the address to Calum’s hotel into your phone to see how far it was. Turns out, it wasn’t far at all, only a couple blocks away. You decided against calling an Uber; you could walk.

You turned left out of your hotel and started your walk. It went by quickly and uneventfully, and you soon found yourself in the lobby of the hotel Calum was staying at. You headed towards the elevators and went up to the sixth floor, where he had said his room was. You then followed the signs to room 659.

Taking a deep breath, you gently rapped on the door. It opened a couple moments later to reveal Calum dressed in black joggers and a green hoodie with the word “empathy” printed across the front.

“Hey,” he said, a sleepy grin resting on his face. You could tell by the dark circles under his eyes and the disastrous state of his hair, that he was feeling the effects of a hangover as well.

“Hi,” you replied, and he stepped to the side to let you in. Letting the door fall shut behind you, he gestured to the bed, sheets wrinkled and messy from a night of sleep, for you to sit. You gingerly plopped yourself down on the edge, and Calum did the same next to you.

“So, um, have you seen the pictures?” Calum asked, scratching the back of his head as he turned to look at you, face slightly scrunched up. You furrowed your eyebrows at the question.

“What pictures?” You asked, confused. The only thing you had done on your phone was text Calum, not check social media. He sighed and grabbed his phone that was resting on his pile of pillows, and unlocked it; you didn’t want to be nosy, but you couldn’t help but notice that his lockscreen was a photo of his dog, Duke. He had shown you pictures of him when you were in Paris. You smiled a little. Hopefully you’d get to meet the little guy.

Then the familiar blue of Twitter appeared on his screen, and Calum used his thumb to scroll until he found what he was looking for. He clicked on a picture and handed you his phone to see.

Your heart dropped in your stomach a bit as you swiped through the many.

The pictures were all of you and Calum at the club. You were used to having your picture taken when you were just trying to do normal things or have fun, but these weren’t exactly the same. There were a couple of you and him dancing, but the majority were of you and him kissing.

It was those that made you slightly uncomfortable. Calum had you pinned against the wall, hands gripping your hips and your arms thrown around his neck, having a sloppy makeout session. That wasn’t the type of picture you wanted of yourself getting spread around the Internet.

“Oh,” you breathed out softly. Wordlessly, you handed Calum his phone back, gently taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I know,” he sighed, tossing the electronic back on the pillows. “I wish they would just leave us alone, you know?”

“Yeah.” It was normal for you to be scrolling through Twitter and suddenly find a picture of yourself walking down the street, getting into your car, having lunch with a friend. It definitely did get pretty annoying. “What are people saying about them?”

Calum sighed again, fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

“Similar things to what they said about the Paris pictures,” he began. “There were more of them that weren’t so nice, I guess.”

“Of course,” you grumbled under your breath, more to yourself rather than Calum. Another thing you were, unfortunately, used to was hate on the Internet. You had seen it all; jabs at your music, your appearance, your clothes, your personality. Most of the time, you tried not to even read it, ignore it the best you could, but curiosity got the best of you every once in a while. Nonetheless, you tried not to let it bother you. “What are we going to do, then?”

Calum hesitated before answering.

“I’m not sure what there is to do. Just don’t acknowledge it, I guess.”

You weren’t sure why you felt a wave of disappointment wash over you.

“And, about last night…” Calum continued, voice trailing off. Your eyes widened a bit.

This had been what you really wanted to talk about. You knew what you were hoping for him to say, but there was always the possibility that he could take it back. Tell you he was drunk and it didn’t mean anything. That you should just keep being friends.

“Did you mean what you said?” He asked, voice soft, and you could hear the slightest shake in his voice. A small smile graced your features.

“Of course I meant it,” you replied, just above a whisper. “I really do like you, a lot.”

Calum smiled, and your smile grew to match his.

“Did you?” You questioned, letting your head fall daintily to the side. Calum chuckled.

“Every word.”

He suddenly stood up, reaching his hand out. You gingerly grabbed it, letting him pull you to your feet and close to him. Looking up to meet his gaze, you found his brown eyes boring into you, and you felt your heart flutter.

Those damn eyes got you every time.

“I don’t think we had a very proper kiss last night,” he mused, running his thumb over your hands that were held between the two of you. “C-Can I kiss you again?”

Calum was mentally cursing himself for stuttering, but you were nodding and smiling fondly up at him, already starting to slowly lean in. He moved his hands to cup your cheeks, closing the distance between you.

This was more like the romantic first kiss you had imagined.

Your hands found his shoulders, letting them rest there.

Your heart was pounding. You were weak in the knees. You were wrapped around his finger.

He felt the same. Ever since he met you in Chicago, he knew you were special. It was a leap of faith for him to tweet you that day, so long ago, and he about died when you replied. He couldn’t be more glad.

The kiss eventually broke, and you stayed with your foreheads resting against each other, dazed smiles on both of your faces. Before either of you had the chance to say anything, Calum’s phone rang from where it sat on the bed. Of course, something had to ruin the moment.

He sighed heavily, mumbling out an apology before reaching for it.

After he hit decline to whoever was calling him, he tossed it down and reached for your hands again.

“I have to leave for my flight,” he sighed, almost sounding upset that he had to go. As much as you wanted to have more time with him, more than just these few minutes, you knew he had a tour to get back to.

“Okay,” you replied, giving his hands a light squeeze. “I can walk back to my hotel.”

“Are you sure? I can ask my driver to drop you off on the way.” You shook your head. “No, don’t worry about it. I’m only a couple blocks away.”

He nodded, pulling you in for a hug. You breathed out deeply as you wrapped your arms around his torso, taking in his scent. You knew it would be a while before you saw each other again, maybe not even until after he finished the North American leg of his tour, which was the last one.

You just didn’t want to leave him.

“Text me later, okay?” You mumbled into his chest, eyes unintentionally falling shut.

“Definitely.”

You pulled away from the hug, looking up at him with a grin.

“Bye, Calum.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

Hesitantly, you removed yourselves from each other grasps, and Calum walked you to the door.

Just as you stepped foot into the hallway, Calum grabbed your wrist and spun you around.

“One more,” he breathed out, pulling you in for another kiss. You melted into it. How was a simple kiss so heavenly?

“Now I’m good,” he chuckled when he pulled away, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little as well. You bid your final goodbyes, and before you knew it, you were on your way back to your hotel.

…

After you returned and relayed every single detail of what happened onto the finally awake Cara and Sam, you decided to spend the day relaxing by the pool.

You were laying out on your chair, catching some California sun, when the thought came to you; you and Calum for sure liked each other, but nothing ever became official. What were you?

You wanted to wait, didn’t want to seem desperate, but it was nagging you. Did shared feelings and a few kisses mean you were together? Official? Unofficial?

Letting out a deep breath, you reached for your phone, typing a simple, straightforward text out to Calum.

Y/N: Cal? What are we?

You weren’t expecting a reply right away, assuming he was probably on the plane, but much to your surprise, you got one just a few minutes later.

Calum: I mean, I kind of wanted to ask you this in person, but that depends on how you answer this question

The typing bubbles appeared, signalling he was still typing. You bit your lip as your heart pounded in your chest. The next text couldn’t come soon enough.

Calum: Would you like to be my girlfriend, Y/N?

And everything suddenly seemed like it fell into place.

Y/N: I would love to be your girlfriend, Calum. And I would love for you to be my boyfriend

Calum: You’re fucking adorable. I wish I was there to kiss you right now

You giggled a little, covering your mouth with your hand.

Y/N: Can’t wait until I see you again so we can do boyfriend-girlfriend things like kissing xo

Calum: Soon, just a few weeks left. I’m boarding now, I’ll call you later, ok?

Y/N: Ok. Have a safe flight!

His response was a few heart emojis, and you locked your phone. There was no way in hell you could wipe the smile off your face.

It was official. Boyfriend-girlfriend official.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Cara asked, returning with Sam from the bar where they had been getting drinks. You giggled, covering your face with your hands.

“He asked me out,” you mumbled from behind your hands, earning excited squeals from your friends.

“Now we can like, go on double dates and stuff!”

You laughed at the comment from Sam, finally removing your hands from your face.

It was surreal, but it was happening. After he tweeted you never thought you’d end up dating. After Chicago, it was a thought in your mind. After Paris, you wanted it. Now, here you were.

[writingsbychelle]

Open War Zone

Summary: You seek the comfort of your boyfriend after your parents had yet another fight.

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Request: /

Warnings: It’s angsty, at least in my opinion so beware that before reading.

Word Count: 1,317

(A/N:  I only realise now that this has some connections to ‘Broken Home’ oops. But basically this is super personal to me and quite honestly I’m not really sure why I decided to put it on the internet but here we go.)

     Loud screaming echoed through the place you called your home, interrupting your peace once again. 

    It wasn’t like it was something new to you, you had gotten used to the screaming and yelling of your fighting parents in the last few days. They had tried to keep it down at first, you had to give that to them, but they stopped caring some time ago, causing you to dread coming home, knowing that you’d only be greeted by the people who raised you throwing harsh words at each other. It hurt you, so much, to see them like this. 

    They were supposed to love each other, not turn your home into an open war zone. With a sigh you stood up from your bed, standing in front of the mirror to take off the sheet mask you had put on in an attempt to relax a bit, massaging the remnants into your skin as you let your eyes drift across your room, searching for some fresh clothes and a bag, deciding you couldn’t endure another evening of tension-filled silence at dinner. 

    You lifted up your favourite bag which laid next to you, placing it on your bed and grabbing your phone, wallet, keys and some overnight necessities, stuffing them inside the purse and flinging it over your shoulder. Walking past the living room turned out to be less of a challenge than you thought, seeing as your parents were too busy shouting arguments at the other to notice you putting on your shoes, grabbing a jacket and heading out of the front door. 

    Strolling along the sidewalk, you let your mind drift off, wondering when your parents’ marriage turned into the nightmare it was now, not only for them but also for you, wondering what had happened to cause the constant fights, the annoyance radiating off of them on a daily basis as soon as they were in the same room. 

    Taking out your wallet you looked at the picture you kept inside of it. A reminder of the past, a past where your parents were happy, laughing together with you in your mother’s arms, completely in love with one another, standing in front of the entrance of the city’s zoo. You smiled at the memory, thinking back at all the joyful moments you spend with the both of them, before carefully placing it back inside the wallet, feeling a lump forming in your throat as the cruel reality hit you again. Because the present was completely different from the past, a huge contrast like the one between heaven and hell, summer and winter, the tallest mountain and the deepest sea. 

    Closing your bag you kept on walking, desperate to reach your destination, to see the one person you knew would be able to distract you from the current to and fro of you feeling like you needed to side with one of your parents but being unable to do so.

    “(Y/N)? What are you doing here? Don’t you gotta eat dinner with your parents?” your boyfriend’s roommate, friend and fellow band member opened the door for you after you rung the doorbell.

    “I wanted…I-Is Calum home?” you stuttered, the lump in your throat thickening at the mentioning of your parents.

    “No, but he should be. He went out to get dinner for us,” Ashton stepped aside, letting you step inside the spacious flat the two Australians shared, “Hey, what’s up? Sorry to say that but you don’t look so good.”

    The drummer placed one of his large hands on your shoulder, the other lifting your face causing him to see the tears shining in your eyes. Wordlessly he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you while he pressed his chin on top of your head while you silently let the tears roll down your cheeks, only interrupted by the occasional sniffling.

    “I’m ba-oh, no, babe, what happened?” Calum immediately rushed to your side after he opened the door, just several minutes after your arrival, Ashton letting go of you so your boyfriend could pull you into a tight hug. 

    Upon feeling his tattooed arms around you, engulfed by his familiar smell your walls came shattering down, violent sobs shaking your body while Calum pressed your body even closer to his’, tears collecting in his own eyes and threatening to fall down due to seeing his girlfriend like this. Helplessly he looked up to his friend, not knowing what to do, but Ashton motioned for him to wait for you to calm down before he went and took care of the food Calum had bought home.

    “I-I can’t…I can’t take this anymore, Cal,” you stuttered, your voice broken and nasal.

    “What is it you can’t take anymore, baby? Please tell me, so I can help you.”

    “They’re fighting...My parents are constantly fighting and arguing and yelling. I can’t-I don’t un-understand why. I don’t know wha-what happened but I just want it to stop. I feel so-o bad and guilty because I just wish they’d get a divorce and ge-get it over with. I can’t take this anymore, Calum. Please make them stop,” you whispered the last part, your throat tightening up as hot new tears fell onto your already wet face.

    “Shhhh, it’s gonna be alright. You can stay here if you want, mhm? How does that sound to you?” Calum spoke with a soft voice as he wrapped his arms back around you, anger at your parents replacing his worry about you. 

    Nodding your head against his chest you mumbled a quiet ‘yes’ before pulling away again, wiping your face with the sleeves of your jumper, which originally was Calum’s but since you found it very comfortable you ‘stole’ it from him.

    “You can stay the night and then I’ll take you to get your stuff tomorrow, alright?” Calum wondered while taking your hand and leading you into the kitchen, where Ashton put the food on three separate plates, forks and knives laying next to each.

    “Thank you, Cal,” you rested your head against his shoulder, giving his hand a quick squeeze, “I love you.”

    “I love you, too,” he smiled, bright eyes looking down at you.

    “I hate to ruin the moment but you two are incredibly cute, you know that, right?” Ashton interrupted, mouth full with food as he let his gaze drift between Calum and you.

    “Yea, we know,” Calum teased before letting go of your hand to start eating as well.

    Later that evening you laid on the couch in the living room, the TV playing a random show while your head rested on Calum’s chest. You had fallen asleep a long time ago, worn out by all the stress and pain that day. To your boyfriend, you looked like an angel, absolutely peaceful in contrast to what you looked like when you were awake, a deep frown on your face at the constant state of worrying. His hand moved gently on top of your head, the soft motion had lured you into the deep slumber you were in.

    “Do you have a plan for tomorrow?” Ashton asked quietly, not wanting to wake his friend up.

    “Not really, to be honest. I wanna have a serious talk with her parents though, it can’t continue like this. They’re hurting (Y/N) more than they’re aware of,” Calum whispered back.

    “We’ll figure something out. You know you got my complete support and Luke’s and Mike’s as well. Plus, (Y/N)’s always welcome here, so I definitely got no problem with her moving in,” he teased the younger boy slightly, knowing Calum had thought about asking you to move in with him before.

    “Yea, you’re right,” he mumbled, before pressing his lips against the top of your head.

    “You heard that? We’ll figure it out, (Y/N). I promise you.”

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[bandblogging]

They don't know about us (Calum Hood Imagine Pt. 5)

FUCK ME! (Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4) Part 6

Pairing : Calum Hood x Reader

Words: 2423

Warning: Swearing and fuck my feelings

Sum. : Calum and you are doing terribly being apart from one another but Ashton makes it his mission to make you two happy again.

A/N: OK so I cried while writing the first part so yeah I am doing great thanks for asking, secondly way more important: I tried something new with including a P.o.v from the Boy's side, idk let me know what you think.

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"What do you mean I can't stay?", you were furiously walking up and down the empty room. "I can't just move back to Australia! We can practically break up if I have to do that", you pulled at your hair and wanted to scream in annoyance. "Calum for fucks sake say something", you knew that it wasn't his fault or his doing but still it was his management. He was sitting on one of the chairs with his head in his hands. "I don't fucking know either! I don't want you to leave but what am I going to do! I have nothing to say in this.", his head shot up and he looked at you in pain. "Look Y/N I know that this is shit and that it is far from ideal but I swear to you", he got up stopping right in front of you, "I swear this won't break us."

This had been a month ago and for the first three weeks everything was kind of fine. You had left the tour the end of the week moving back to your parent's temporarily, planning on at some point moving into Calum's house in LA. But slowly the contact had been getting less and less, by now you hadn't heard anything from him for over two days. You loved him so much that every time you thought of him your heart broke a little more.

It was late at night and you were ready to go to bed when you decided to call him one last time. In his time zone it should be around nine in the morning and you knew they should not have anything planned. The ringing from the phone made you more anxious the more time passed, and again he didn't answer. It directed you to his voice mail and this time you left a message; 'Calum please! Why won't you answer, what is going on? I can't do it this way, I know that distance can be important sometimes but not this. If it's because of me please tell me what I should change because I will, I swear to you I will do everything I can' Your message got interrupted a few times by you sobbing and choking up. By the end you were in full on tears and when you ended the call you ended up crying yourself to sleep, not the first time in the last month.

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Calum felt like he had lost the only thing that had kept him going. On stage he felt great, the adrenalin pumping through his veins. But whenever he had finished a call with Y/N he either felt like crying or when he was alone he did. He wanted to please the management to the best of his abilities but he was wearing thin, he spent his days locked up in a room if he didn't have any official things to do. The only other interaction he had were with the boys. They were worried for him, especially Ashton. He was so close to Calum that he feared he would snap or do worse things. The knock on the door didn't make Calum get out of bed but Ashton knew that and opened the door to his bedroom with a spare key he had stolen out of Calum's utility closet, just in case.

They all had a key to the front door to the other's houses and so he was able to enter whenever he wanted. He opened the door and entered slowly. The curtains were drawn close but it was still bright enough to make out the tall figure laying on the bed curled up into a ball. "Cal", Ashton muttered and sat down on the bed next to him. "You can't go on like this", he put his hand on Calum's shoulder. "We need to do something, have you spoken to her yet?", Ashton's voice couldn't sound any calmer, he tried his best to help his friend. Calum shook his head, "It hurts too much to hear her talk, it makes me physically sick to know that she is unhappy, unhappy because of me" Ashton listened closely but got up and pulled the curtains open. Calum squinted and pulled the blanket over his head. "I do get you Cal, I let you sulk in your pain for a while now but I can't take it anymore. Because whenever she calls me I can hear how hurt she is because you are moving further and further away from her.", he had talked to Y/N on the phone a few times and even he found it hard to hear the pain. He walked back over and grabbed Calum's phone, after unlocking it and seeing the voicemail she had left he let it play after saying," I know this will hurt but you can't stay like this". Y/N hadn't even finished her first sentence when Calum was already in tears, his sobs matched up with hers and Ashton felt his heart drop. He knew that Calum was doing bad but not that bad. " I'm going to push you Calum because you won't get through this otherwise.", he patted Calum's shoulder. "You will call her back now, I don't care if you wake her up, you will call her back or you may loose her completely just like you are afraid of." Calum didn't want to give up on Y/N because she was everything he wanted and so even though it was incredibly hard for him he grabbed his phone to call her.

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You were ripped from your troubled attempt of sleep when your phone rang. Looking at the caller your stomach flipped and your head was spinning. "Cal?", you voice broke and you felt tears fill your eyes again. "I love you! I am so sorry", his voice was laced with sobs and you almost didn't understand him. "Hey hey hey, calm down. Breath in, breath out! Everything is going to be fine", you didn't feel fine at all but hearing him like that made you feel stronger than before, like you had to be, for him. His breathing slowed down a bit and you tried to calm him down even further. "I need you, I need you here with me! You are the only reason, you are my only reason", he sobbed again and you couldn't help but sing the lyrics silently to yourself.

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The call took forever and Ashton left the room to talk to the others. When he entered the kitchen that Luke and Michael were sitting in they stood up as soon as they saw Ashton's worried face. "We need to talk to Management now! I'm going to drive there now you can come with me or not. But if we don't act immediately, we will lose him.", he grabbed the keys he had placed on the counter and his phone. Thankfully they were home for the week which meant that they were able to drive to the office that management had in LA in person. Ashton was ready to force them to take back their decision if it meant that Calum would be happy again. The band wasn't the same with him like this.

An hour later Ashton was storming into an office with Luke and Michael right behind him. It took almost another hour and multiple things said that they never imagined they would threaten their management with but in the end they came to an agreement.

When they returned to Calum's they found him sitting in the backyard, a cigarette in his hand staring at the sky. "Calum?", Luke looked at him and stepped a little closer. He turned around to face them, "Ash! Thank you!", he stood up, putting out his cigarette and walking up to Ashton hugging him. "We got even better news", he wrapped his arms around Calum tightly.

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You had gotten back to bed when the call with Calum ended, you couldn't fall asleep deeply but were rather only drifting in and out of sleep. When your phone rang again you didn't even look at the caller before answering. "Cal?", you asked and rolled onto your stomach. "No it's Ashton", the voice on the other side surprised you and you opened your eyes. "Is everything alright? With him?", the last part you only muttered not being sure if he heard it. "well no but we are able to change that now!"

You turned around and sat up, "What do you mean?" "He is doing absolutely terribly and we, I mean I kind of snapped at our management and we came to an agreement.", you heard Luke and Michael talk in the background. "What kind of agreement?", by now you were fully awake, sure you wouldn't be able to sleep at all this night. "Okay so you will be able to join us on tour again for a few weeks at a time. You will get work and stuff to do but your main kind of job is to keep Calum happy.", when he finished the sentence you had already gotten out of bed. "When?", you put on the light and sat back down. "Kind of immediately if possible"; that was the answer you had hoped for. "I'm going to take the next flight that I can get on", you said goodbye and ended the call. Within the next hour you had your suitcase packed and were scouring the internet for late minute flights. You would drive to the airport soon hoping to get a flight where somebody had canceled last minute. It was still early im the morning but you couldn't wait any longer. You slowly opened the door to your parent's bedroom, waking them up after entering. You explained to them that you had to leave right now, because you were needed there. They didn't really understand, maybe it was because they had just been sleeping but you were sure they would get it at some point.

A few hours later you were sitting at the airport, smiling from ear to ear. You were able to score a ticket for a flight in half an hour. You texted Ashton, ' Does he know or is it a surprise because I will be there tonight!', you didn't mind either way but sure surprising him would maybe make it a bit better. A few moments later you received a text back from Ash, ' It will be a surprise, we will keep him busy until then'

The flight felt unbearably long, you were able to fall asleep a little during the middle but most of the time you sat there waiting for it to end because you were worried about how bad Calum was doing.

When you finally landed you had to resist the urge to text him and to tell him that he would be alright, or maybe that you would be alright. Through all the excitement you had kind of forgotten how bad you were feeling yourself but back in your mind you knew that it would catch up with you later. You texted Ashton telling him you had just landed and that you would be on your way to Calum's house soon. It took forever to get your luggage and when you finally fell into the seat of an uber that was going to take you to your destination you sighed heavily and closed your eyes. Thankfully the driver didn't want to have awkward small talk and you sat in comfortable silence the whole way.

When you got out of the car, you lifted your suitcase out of the back and stood in front of the house you first realised you loved the boy that had always been just your best friend. The lights were all off except for the one in his music room. You searched for the key that Ashton had hidden for you in his front yard. You opened the door as quietly as you could but you heard dog paws on the floor immediately. Duke came running to you barking once but after realising it was you he demanded head scratches. You petted him a little and then made your way down the hallway.

You heard the faint sound of piano when you stepped closer and you stood still only listening to him playing for a while. It was beautifully sad, you couldn't make out if he was singing too or not but you had the feeling that he was working on something really special. When the piano went silent you grabbed the door handle and pushed it down slowly, opening the door without making any noise. You peaked inside and saw Calum sitting on his piano, back turned towards you. He was scribbling on a piece of paper, looking like he was in deep thought. You knocked on the open door and chuckled when he turned around in shock. It took him a moment to realise what was happening and when he did he stood up so quickly that it looked like he was going to fall over while running over to you. You felt his arms wrap around you tightly and you stood there swaying back and forth in the doorway for a few minutes. You felt his tears soak through your shirt and you couldn't help but cry aswell. Your heart was breaking and healing at the same time, seeing him cry made you feel just as bad as you were feeling good finally being back in his arms. "Cal, babe", you loosened the hug a little to look at him better. "We're going to be alright Calum", you wiped away his tears with your thumb and pressed a kiss to his lips. He placed his hands on your jaw and pulled you back into the kiss, he deepened it and you almost felt dizzy.

When the kiss broke he whispered a 'I love you', to you. "But what are you doing here? We are back on tour in two days and you...you can't", he didn't finish his sentence, trying to take deep breaths in order not to cry again. You shook your head, "Ashton and the others well kind of talked to your management and they agreed that you can't stay like this. Soooo my suitcase is packed downstairs ready for the tour bus", you grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes. "You... You will stay?", he waited for you to nod before kissing you again. "You don't know how happy this makes me!"

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I am so sorry! Also idk if I really fucking like this or if I may have gotten lost somewhere with this. It is not meant to sound like Calum is depended on you for his happiness, but rather you being like a rock for him when it get's hard, you get me? Idfk.

Also I know the flying times and stuff doesn't really match up but for fucks sake it's for story telling

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Excuses - c.h

Request: hi. can you write one about calum having a huge crush on you, luke’s roommate. like him making awful excuses to be there all the time. pleaseeee?

Warnings: Bad writing?

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

You heard the front door click and you turn to look who was coming in. You should have been able to guess who it was straight away, your roommate's bandmate and best friend, Calum Hood.

“So why are you here this time, Hood?” You question the boy as he comes and sits beside you on the couch as you turn back to the screen and stare blankly at it.

“I'm here to borrow a cup of sugar” He jokes and you point to the kitchen not taking your eyes off the captivating screen that your eyes had begun to blur in the direction of. The dissociation was kicking in.

You were supposed to be doing some kind of work and you decided to turn on the tv so you could have something going on in the background for white noise but now you were just distracted. The procrastination was real.

“You know where the kitchen is” You continue pointing behind you but Cal continues to remain seated beside you, his arm resting on the head of the couch just behind your head.

“Its too far away.” He tells you with a chuckle and a pout. He thinks he's so funny.

Sure he is; gorgeous, talented and witty. But you would never tell him that or show any sign that you thought he was funny because that would go straight to his head and he already had enough ego to fill an ocean.

“Y’know, Luke isn't even here right now”

“Yeah, I know.” He shrugs all nonchalantly “I told you I’m here for a cup of sugar” His voice is like sugar, everything he says is so sweet even when it is as stupid as that.

“And what exactly is the sugar for?”

“Aren’t you little miss nosey today?” He replies sarcastically, he gets off the couch and walks to your kitchen to get a cup of sugar.

“Make sure you bring the cup back” You turn around to face him and he gives you the look that a parent would.

“What do you say?” He asks with a smirk on his face.

“I hate you.” You tell him grimacing towards him, and then a faint whisper from you “And please” You huff out and turn back around. You can tell he is laughing but soon the door closes and he is gone.

Thank god.

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“You’re here again?” You sigh as the brown haired boy comes sauntering in through your front door, again.

“Your water tastes better” He states and goes to the faucet with a water bottle.

“We live in the same building” You pause and sigh again, putting your face in your hands “It’s the same water as your apartment, you dinkus”

“What the heck is a dinkus?” He questions with a smug smile on his face, he’s resting on the counter that you were currently working on, his face inches away from yours.

“I don’t know.” You tell him, rubbing your eyes that were heavy with sleep. “I'm tired and haven't been to sleep yet.” You tell him, gesturing towards your laptop. Showing the work you had yet to complete.

He comes around to your side of the counter and shuts your laptop slowly, you’re too tired to care at this point. He turns your chair so you are facing him and takes both of your hands in his and leads you down the hallway to your room holding one of your hands in his.

“You know I have a tonne of work to do.” You say while trying to stifle a yawn just as you reach the door to your bedroom.

“You also have a tonne of sleeping to do.” He retorts and opens the door to your bedroom and leads you in, your hand in his.

“I’m not going to be able to sleep, I have too much to do.” You tell him as you get under the covers. “Would you lay with me for a bit?” Youn hadn't been held by anyone in a while and Calum was right here, why not him? He nods and slides in beside you, you roll over and put your head on his chest. His heart is beating fast and you fall asleep in minutes. 

After you have fallen asleep Calum rolls out from underneath you and walks out of your room closing the door behind him as quietly as he can. 

“What are you doing?” Lukes voice booms from the kitchen. 

“Dude, shh” Calum whispers, stuck in place waiting to see if you wake up from Lukes eruption. Calum walks towards Luke in the kitchen and sits down on the bar stool you had previously been sitting on. “Y/N just got to sleep, you have to shut up” 

“She’s asleep!?” He asks shock prominent in his tone. Calum just nods in return. “I don’t think I have seen her go to sleep in her room in a solid week.” 

That's going to boost Calums ego. 

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“This is becoming a habit of yours isn't it?” You look at Calum as he is walking into your kitchen.

“I have a lot of bad habits.”

“Yeah, I know. You are here like all the time” You fake annoyance but a smile creeps its way onto your face “How did you even get a key to this place, anyway?”

“Lucas, of course”

“Of course. Lucas”

“Did someone beckon for me?” Luke asks as he enters the room. 

“Why would anyone ever “beckon” for you.” You ask a hint of fake disgust laced in your voice and a smile on your face.

“Anyways.” You face back towards Calum. “Whats your excuse for being here this time?” 

“Your internet is faster than mine” He shrugs. 

“You're such a freeloader.” You chuckle to yourself and playfully punch his shoulder “You need to start paying rent for this apartment if you are basically going to be living here” You smile at him batting your eyelashes acting innocent as you lean your head on your hands waiting for his response, but there is no response just a shrug and a smile. Calum pushes your shoulder as he walks out of the kitchen and into Lukes room.

“You know he likes you right?” Luke says just as Calum leaves. “That's why he is always over here, making up bullshit excuses”

“He’s your friend, that's why he’s always over. Not because he likes me, I am tired but you must be more sleep deprived than I am if you think that's why he is here.”

“Go ahead and ask him then.” He tells you and walks out of the kitchen following Calums lead. You scoff to yourself and walk to the couch disgruntled, sitting with your legs crossed as you watch whatever was on tv when you sat down. 

“I’m going to Ashton’s, he's having a bit of a poker night and you know how shit my poker face is so you might have to pay rent” He jokes as he leaves the apartment. 

“Luke left already?” Calum asks as he comes out of Luke’s room and sits beside you on the couch

“Shouldn't you be leaving too?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Ashton is your friend too, why aren't you going?” Calum places his arm behind your head on the couch head as he sits back and watches the tv as well. 

“Don’t feel like it” He shrugs and you nod. 

“Any particular reason?” You turn to face him resting your head on his arm and smiling at him, you wanted him to admit to you that he had feelings for you then maybe you could admit your feelings to him. 

“Do I need a reason to be here?” He turns to you, your head still on his arm and his hand is now combing through your hair, your eyes flutter shut before you speak. 

“You’ve had a reason every other time you've come here.” You sigh, the feeling of Calums hand in your hair putting you off and making you forget what you were trying to say.

You sit up on your knees, Cal's hand falls to the small of your back and traces circles while waiting for you to finish talking. You reach your hand up to hold the nape of his neck, your thumb grazing just under his jawline. 

“Whats your reason?” Your voice is a whisper at this point. Your faces are inches apart and your heart is in your throat. You’ve never been this bold with Calum before but you needed something to happen now.

“You, you're my reason” That's all you needed from him. You kiss him softly but Calum pulls you onto his lap and deepens the kiss resting his hands on your hips, your hands are in his hair and all your worries disappear. 

You pull away smiling and so does Calum. His smile is brighter than the sun shining in the room and you never want it to see his smile leave his beautiful face. 

Masterlist

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Calum Hood x Internet 3

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Calum Hood x Internet 2

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5sos x Internet (livestream edition)

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