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sleekervae · 1 year ago
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Spooktober 👻
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Happy Halloweekend, babies! I know I haven't been keeping up with my content as much as I would love to, but I wanna spotlight some of my recent supernatural/halloween fics that have been giving major 🥺🥵🤣👀. Give some of these creators some love and be safe out there this weekend!
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Cherry Bomb - @retrievablememories
pairing: jungkook x fem reader
summary: “get fucked or die” becomes the motto to live by when a serial killer begins targeting virgins on your campus.
genre: smut, horror/slasher, college!au
Untitled - @talkfastromance4
pairing: calum hood x fem reader
summary: reader meets werewolf!calum at a party
genre: smut, fantasy
I Want to Bite You - @talkfastromance4
pairing: luke hemmings x fem reader
summary: reader wants vampire!luke to bite her
genre: adult (no explicit smut)
Dragon - @the-world-is-spinning-round
pairing: remington leith x fem reader
summary: dragon!remington takes pity on a human sacrifice
genre: fantasy
Haunted - @the-world-is-spinning-round
*honestly everything that this author writes is amazing so definitely go check out some of her work!
pairing: remington leith x fem reader
summary: Bonnie discovers a ghost in a haunted house
genre: fantasty
kinktober day 10 - @floralcyanide
pairing: Austin butler x fem reader
summary: A little naughty fun ensues with you and your boyfriend, Austin.
genre: smut
Happy Halloween - @krreader
pairing: jackson wang x bambam x fem reader
summary: a maid outfit isn’t exactly the best idea when having two jealous boyfriends, you know?
genre: smut
Descend - @sombreboy
pairing: kim namjoon x fem reader
summary: ‘’I’d say you are wasting my time, but that was before I saw you..’’ he tugged her face closer to his crotch, the bulge underneath the fabrics visibly twitching from having her attention. ‘’You will make it worth my while.’’
genre: smut, supernatural
Summoned - @emoboijk
pairing: poly!bts x fem reader
summary: You repeat their names as a mantra, as a prayer, as a guiding light when you feel scared. How were you to know it would summon them? You accidentally summon the 7 demons that make up BTS and they tell you to fulfill your contract they have to fuck you.
genre: smut, demon au
That Boy is a Monster - @wildernessuntothemselves
pairing: werewolf!woosung x vampire!reader
summary: You had sworn you would never feed on a human again, and for centuries you had kept your promise. But now, with your blood supply suddenly cut off, that primitive hunger you thought you’d conquered so long ago comes back with a vengeance and you find yourself on the hunt for human blood once again. Only it turns out that the hot boy you’d picked out wasn’t so human after all. Feat. baby Hajoon
genre: smut, violence
If anybody has any other recs I should add to this list just give me a shout!!
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discopaddock · 10 months ago
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HOW TO REQUEST
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what i DO NOT write?
— smut, so please do not request it.
what i write?
— fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, song fics.
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how to request?
— please write the character/person you want AND is on the list below, the genre, the reader's gender (male, female, non-binary – whatever you are comfortable with).
— please write some plot (doesn't have to be extra long)
— be nice, x.
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who i write for?
— formula 1
max verstappen
charles leclerc
daniel ricciardo
sebastian vettel
zhou guanyu
lando norris
oscar piastri
george russell
lewis hamilton
pierre gasly
— saltburn
felix catton
farleigh start
— 5 seconds of summer
calum hood
mike clifford
luke hemmings
aston irwin
— other singers and actors
timothée chalamet (and his characters)
olivia rodrigo
louis tomlinson
archie madewke
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peotego · 1 year ago
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request guidelines
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hello, love, before you request a fic please read this
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I am not opening nor closing the requests, if you want to send me one, feel free to do that. however, I have a lot of things I have to handle in my private life so I will probably write it within a week - just so you are aware! If the date shall be longer than a week, I will answer your request with the possible date of publishing it.
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If I post your request, please like and maybe leave a comment or reblog. It would be nice to know if you liked the story. 
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Please write the character's full name in order to avoid the confusion. Here is the list of characters I write for:
Marvel: [Steve Rogers | Bucky Barnes | Tony Stark | Peter Parker | Thor | Loki | Peter Quill]
The 100: [Bellamy Blake | Jasper Jordan | Monty Green | John Murphy]
Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era): [Harry Potter | Ron Weasley | Charlie Weasley | Bill Weasley | Fred Weasley | George Weasley | Neville Longbottom | Draco Malfoy]
Harry Potter (Marauders Era): [James Potter | Sirius Black | Remus Lupin]
Teen Wolf: [Scott McCall | Stiles Stilinski | Derek Hale | Isaac Lahey | Jackson Whittemore]
5 Seconds of Summer: [Luke Hemmings | Michael Clifford | Calum Hood | Ashton Irwin]
ACOTAR: [Azriel | Rhysand | Lucien Vanserra | Cassian | Eris Vanserra]
BBC Merlin: [Arthur Pendragon]
The Maze Runner: [Newt | Thomas | Mihno]
Throne of Glass: [Dorian Havilliard | Rowan Whitethorn | Lorcan Salvaterre | Fenrys Moonbeam]
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I usually write for female reader characters
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I do NOT write: smut, sexual assault, sexual abuse, suicide, self-harm, eating disorders, nonconsensual sex.
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Things I enjoy writing: enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, miscommunication trope, one bed trope, grumpy x sunshine
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xoxokiaraaxoxo · 2 years ago
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I posted 26 times in 2022
That's 13 more posts than 2021!
6 posts created (23%)
20 posts reblogged (77%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@earthtoharlow
@goldensonlyangel
@l0caltiredgirl
@multistann
@reidselle
I tagged 6 of my posts in 2022
#fezco x reader - 3 posts
#dominic fike x reader - 3 posts
#tom holland x reader - 3 posts
#euphoria - 2 posts
#peter parker x reader - 2 posts
#euphoria imagine - 2 posts
#brad simpson x reader - 2 posts
#nate jacobs x reader - 2 posts
#angus cloud x reader - 2 posts
#vinnie hacker x reader - 2 posts
Longest Tag: 33 characters
#tom holland peter parker x reader
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
MASTERLIST
Fezco:
-Butterflies
Dominic Fike:
- Headcanon: Dating Dominic
Tom Holland:
- Love Songs (Peter Parker)
Brad Simpson:
-coming soon
Zabdiel De Jesus:
-coming soon
Nate Jacobs:
-coming soon
Calum Hood:
-coming soon
Vinnie Hacker:
-coming soon
99 notes - Posted January 9, 2022
#4
REQUESTS
Hey loves! I wanted to start a blog cause I enjoy reading the works of others. I wanna take requests from those who would like to submit any. The people I will write for are listed below, if there is someone different you would like me to write for, put it in the request! I don't have many rules, but if I don't feel comfortable with a request I will not write it. Please give me some time if you do request something I will definitely try to get it done asap. I don't mind writing smut but I am definitely not the best at it. If you have any requests you can submit them in the request link on my account! Thank you so much!
Rules:
-Please be respectful
-Specify the gender pronouns, I will assume female pronouns
-Please be specific in the details of your request
-Please be specific in character preferences
I will write:
-Scenarios
-Headcanons
-Oneshots
-Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content
I will not write:
-Anything that I am not comfortable with writing
-Anything that may offend someone's sexuality, gender, identity, or ethnicity
-Dylan O'Brien (Stiles Stilinksi, Mitch Rapp, Thomas)
-Sebastian Stan (Bucky Barnes)
-5 Seconds of Summer
-Calum Hood
-Luke Hemmings
-Ashton Irwin
-Michael Clifford
-Jack Harlow
-Kian Lawley
-JC Caylen
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116 notes - Posted January 8, 2022
#3
Love Songs
Summary: You and Peter are best friends and get seated together on the plane for the trip to Europe. Thanks to turbulence you and Peter have a moment.
Requested by @gpiggy98
A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I paired this imagine with Love Songs by Maggie Lindemann, listen to it while reading it! Enjoy, let me know what you think!
Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom's) x You
Word Count: 870 words
Warnings: Fluff
https://youtu.be/C84k1OgZre4
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You and Peter have been best friends since you moved into the apartment next door to him. You two were always together, most people assumed the two of you were dating. But that wasn't the case you were just friends. Every time someone would ask if you were a couple Peter was always quick to tell them you were just friends. It was freshman year that you felt different when he would call you his best friend. Then it hit you realized you had a crush on Peter. You knew you needed to keep it a secret.
You were getting ready to go to the airport for the Europe trip. A knock on the door lets you know that Peter is ready to go. You go to let him in and you see the way he looks at you with his cute smile
"Hey Pete"
"Hey, you ready yet? I called for the taxi it should be here in like five minutes"
"Yea, give me a second to grab my stuff," you tell him walking towards your room to grab your bag
"Let me help you," he says when you walk back out pulling your suitcase.
"I got it," you tell him.
"No, let me be a gentleman and help you," he smiles.
You grin at his antics and let him get the suitcase. He grabs your suitcase along with his and you two go to the elevator to the lobby of your building to get into your taxi. He puts your bags in the trunk and you get in the taxi.
"Are you excited?" he asks you
"Yes, but I'm a little nervous. I've never been on a plane before" you tell him honestly.
"You'll be okay, hopefully, we get paired up to sit together," he says with the smile that gives you butterflies
When the two of you get to the airport you check in your bags, go through security and meet up with the rest of the people going on the trip. You and Peter check in with the teachers and let them know you guys are there. Peter goes to say hi to Ned, while you find a spot to sit. The teacher then calls for everyone to come over, that they have announcements to make on how things will work when we reach Prague. You pretty much zone out for most of the speech due to mostly everyone talking over them. You pay attention when they say something regarding seating on the plane
"You can sit with who you want, you all need to pair up, you are all old enough to make smart decisions on where you sit, please make good choices"
You feel eyes on you, you instantly look up to find Peter looking at you smiling. When the teacher finishes their speech, Peter walks over to you.
“You ready to go,” he asks you
“Yup”
The two of you follow the rest of the group into the line to check-in. You scan your ticket and walk on the plane with Peter. The two of you find your seats, put your bags up and sit for the flight. You take the window seat and Peter sits in the middle. You start feeling a bit nervous when the plane gets going. Peter taps your leg you look at him passing you an earbud. You put it on hearing one of your favorite songs playing
"I'll take away the hurt"
"Tell me all your fears"
"And if you're feelin' scared, I'll be here"
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218 notes - Posted January 22, 2022
#2
Dating Dominic Headcanon
Pairing: Dominic Fike x You
Request by @gaiath: Hi can I please request dating Headcanons for Dominic Fike?
A/N: Thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy!
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-Dominic always come to you for your opinion on his outfits
-He always tries to take you with him wherever he goes
-He's always there for you no matter what
-He calls you babydoll
-He loves seeing you get along with his family especially his mom and his little sister
-The two of you take his sister out whenever you go to Florida
-He takes you to Naples to show you where he grew up
-He loves to go on trips with you
-He loves going on adventures with you
-You always go to the studio to watch him record
-You help him with writing songs
-He takes you with him on set for Euphoria
-He loves to spoil you
-You to go to all of his shows
-He's always holding your hand
-He loves to cuddle with you
-He loves to just be in your presence
344 notes - Posted January 15, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Butterflies
Summary: You and Fezco never really hung out or got to know each other. But when you two end up sharing a blunt alone, things get a little heated.
Pairing: Fezco x You
Warnings: Smoking, Mentioning of drugs, Language
Word Count: 1,054 words
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You and Rue have been friends for years, when you found out she ended up in rehab you honestly were terrified. You always told her that she needed to stop, you never did anything stronger than smoke weed.
Rue just texted you that she was on her way to your house to hang out. Knowing Rue that meant she wanted to go get some stuff from Fez. That's all the two of you did together anymore since she got outta rehab and she became friends with Jules.
You hear a knock coming from the window, you look over to see Rue standing there.
"Hey bitch" you say letting her in.
"Wassup, you ready?" she asks.
"Yea, where we goin'?" you ask her already having an idea.
"To Fez's to chill," she says.
You two walk outside and start your walk to the gas station, it's about a twenty-minute walk from where you live.
"Where you been lately?" you ask Rue
"Around, with Jules mostly," she tells you
"What's up with you two? You dating" you ask
"Kinda, not really. All I know is, I like her a lot" she says
You smile, you've never seen her like this. You two finally make it to Fez's. Rue starts knocking on the door mad hard. Ash opens the door looking mad asf
"Why the fuck you knockin' like the cops' bro?" he asks
"Cause I can," Rue says walking in the house
"Hey Ash," you say walking in after Rue
"Come right in then," Ash says closing the door behind us
Rue and I walk into the house and into the living room. Fez is sitting on the couch on his phone. He looks up to see who walked in
"Rue I told you I'm not giving you any more drugs," he tells her
"C'mon Fez, I just need a couple," Rue says
"No Rue, you just got outta rehab and shit. You needa stop messin' with this shit" he tells her
Her phone starts ringing, she answers it and talks for a minute. She hangs up the phone
"I gotta go," she says getting up and leaving without a word. Once the door slams shut. Fezco looks at me and asks
"What'd you need?"
"Just give me my regular," you say now wanting to get outta his house.
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calumance · 4 years ago
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can u write a blurb where mama is breast feeding baby aiden and calum gets really flustered and he’s just looking at her like omg,,, THATS my wife’s boob!! omg!!
Calum’s cheeks would turn all red and he’d be all cute embarrassed. OHMYGOD. 😭😭😭😭😭
           It had only been a few hours since Aiden made his way into the world. Calum hadn’t slept a wink, having enough coffee to keep an elephant awake for ten years coursing through his veins. Visitors came and went the entire day, Calum catered to being a gracious host, even though this was a hospital and he didn’t have to be a host. This was his new family, and his new baby, it was engrained in him that he had to be a host.
           Once the daylight turned dark, visiting hours ended and both he and the woman who filled his heart with butterflies every time he looked at her, were exhausted. Calum sat in the chair next to her hospital bed. The nurse took Aiden away so they could get a decent night of rest. Something that his wife had objected to for a minute, but the look in Calum’s eyes convinced her that it was the right thing to do. The hospital fell quiet around one in the morning. Calum knew it was one in the morning because he had been staring at the clock for that past hour. With a sigh, he adjusted his position in the chair and gazed over at the woman sleeping soundly in her hospital bed. Seeing her so relaxed made him relax and eventually giving in to the lull of sleep.
           Calum was jolted awake at the sound of a slight murmur from a baby. He took a deep breath and tried to gather his surroundings. “Baby, I told you to be quiet to not wake daddy.” The soft voice coming from his wife caused him to blink and focus his attention on her. She was holding the little bundle who was barely twelve hours old. He was cooing happily, and she was smiling down at him. Calum pushed himself out of the chair and made his way over to his wife. Even though Calum was still half asleep, instincts took over and he ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. “How long did you sleep?” She asked, causing the fog of sleep to burn off slightly.
           Calum squinted and looked at the clock. It was five in the morning, “Four hours.” Calum said while blinking again, fighting off the rest of the fog that clouded his mind.
           “Better than no hours, right?” She said to him, and he nodded, pressing his lips to her forehead one more time. She leaned into his touch before the both looked down at the new addition. “The nurse brought him to me about an hour ago, I tried to tell him to be quiet as to not wake you, but he’s just as stubborn as his dad.” She smiled as she looked up at Calum.
           Calum laughed and ran his fingers over his eyes, finally defeating the haze of sleep. “It’s alright, he can be as loud as he wants. I’m going to go grab a cup of coffee from the cafeteria, want me to get you anything?”
           She leaned her head back against the pillow and looked up at Calum, humming in thought. “You know what sounds real good? Those little ice cream cups they gave me last night with my dinner. And a cup of coffee.”
           “Ice cream and coffee? Baby, you sure you’re not still pregnant?” Calum laughed, and looked down at his son, gently caressing the top of his head. She laughed and confirmed that she was sure she wasn’t still pregnant. Calum smiled at her sweetly and kissed her nose, “I’ll be back in a little bit.”
           The hallways were busy considering how early in the morning it was. Calum tried to stay out of the way of all the doctors, but the more he tried, the more in the way he was. He let out a breath of relief when he finally reached the elevator. The cafeteria staff was a little annoyed when they had to dig through the freezer for the ice cream, but Calum didn’t care. He would dig through the freezer himself if it meant she got the ice cream she wanted. He prepared her coffee the way she likes it, then slid both his cup and her cup into one of those paper cup holders. After paying for the drinks, he quickly made his way back up to the maternity level, then down the busy hallways to the room.
           When he opened the door, her hospital gown was unbuttoned, and Aiden was gently suckling on her breast. Calum suddenly felt flustered and turned around to shut the door so no one would see her, “I didn’t mean to barge in.” Calum said still facing the door, his cheeks flushing a bright red.
           “It’s alright, were you able to get the ice cream?” She asked with pure excitement.
           Calum’s cheeks felt hot and he looked at the ice cream cup in his hands, “Yeah, I have it right here.” Quickly, he moved towards her hospital bed and handed her the ice cream, making sure to quickly turn away from her and set her coffee on the table hovering over her bed.
           Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Aiden’s lips pursed around her breast and his mouth suckling every few seconds. Calum cleared his throat unsure why he was completely flustered by the sight of his wife’s breast in their baby’s mouth. “Is everything alright?” She asked him, probably noticing how red his cheeks were. Calum nodded and turned to the window and took a drink of his coffee. She laughed and he instinctually turned towards her. “Why are you so embarrassed? This is literally nothing you haven’t seen or done yourself.” She vaguely circled her breast and smirked, then she looked down and shrugged, “Actually pretty sure you doing that is how we ended up with him.”
           Calum couldn’t help but laugh, mostly because she wasn’t wrong. “I just hadn’t ever seen you breastfeed, even though I know you’ve done it multiple times since he was born. I’ve been busy.” Calum moved closer to her, eventually connecting his lips to hers. He pulled his lips off hers, keeping them only centimeters away, “I don’t care what you say, I’ll still be doing that until we’re eighty years old.” She giggled at him before pressing her lips back to his.
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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years ago
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Cal and finding out you both are the missing pair to your costumes pls
A huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU BLANCA! Enjoy!
Halloween blurb night going until Oct. 31st at 8 PM PDT. 
Enjoy the masterlist for Halloween Blurb Night 2020
Enjoy my full masterlist.
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It was Michael’s idea. That’s how Calum would up in this, reading the invitation email send to him, telling me to follow the specific directions for his costume. It gave no name to the character or to the show. Just a bulleted list underneath the not quite passable graphic that Michael probably made either in Photoshop or some equivalent. 
A white and black pinstriped suit jacket and pants (a black suit will also do as listed on the invitation), a black bowtie, a white dress shirt, and a fake mustache. It almost like pin straight too in the picture that’s obviously been screenshotted and pasted into the body. 
Michael wanted to do a Halloween party and the guys didn’t need much excuse to readily agree to supply with their presence, booze, and non-alcoholic choices for a party. The treats for working on during the year. The only caveat had been that Michael wanted to arrange for a couple’s theme--the trick if you asked Calum. 
He didn’t really have anyone to partner up with and he for sure wasn’t about to scroll through his phone for whoever was just as lonely as him. He could’ve asked you. Truth be told, you would’ve been at the top of his list. But he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Sure you two had hung out and were close--for God sake, you dog sat for Calum when he left for tour. He trusted you and adored you beyond belief. But he couldn’t bring himself to taking that any further. 
You always talked about the latest person in your string of attempts to date in LA after moving into the town about a year ago. Calum knew he could’ve made a move. Shit, he should’ve made a move. But timing never felt right. And who was Calum to push back against the waves and tides of the universe? 
And of course, Calum recounts his woes to Michael. 
You will have a partner, reads at the end of the email. You’ll thank me later. 
And of course, Michael wasn’t just listening to woes. 
When Calum returns walks up to Michael’s house two weeks later, stressed in his pinstriped suit, with a terribly itchy fake mustache, a black bow tie, and upon Michael’s request after Calum told Michael that he had acquired all the pieces to his costumed, Calum slicked back his hair. The gears in Calum’s brain were still trying to decipher what all this put together was, but he wasn’t mad at the attire in the least.
The door barely contains the thumping of music from inside and the second the door opens to Michael’s flushed face and bright smile, Calum is blasted with the rattle of bass. “You look good, dude!” Michael greets, waving Calum inside. 
“Thanks. I can follow instructions.” Initially glances over the room don’t show anyone dressed to match Calum. And he tries not to like that thought make his throat quiver and his hands shake. But it does. No doubt Michael has just randomly assigned partner. There’s no way. Calum is looking for you because finding you will answer the question, quell the anxiety that’s spiking. 
What had Michael planned? 
There’s no sign for a while in the living room, or in the kitchen, or in the backyard. The drink in Calum’s hand sits so long, sloshing at his fingers as he dances and shimmies through crowd to search for this partner that Calum’s sure more of the alcohol’s wound up on the floor than in his bloodstream. He tries to keep his mind pre-occupied, talking to the guys and dancing to the music, though he’s a self proclaimed shit dancer. But his gaze always wonders. 
“I’m so sorry!” you shout. 
Michael’s waving it off. “Don’t sweat it.” You’re nearly an hour late though the party looks like is just gearing into full swing. “Your partner’s here, so you’re fine. We just got started for real.”
“Where’s-where’s this partner?” 
“Last I saw of him, dancing. Outside? But that was ten minutes or so?” Michael shrugs, unsure of how long ago it was. That’s your only lead so you take it. Your heels click against the floor as you march deeper into the house. 
Calum’s shaking the drink from his hands, the last of it finally sloshing as he steps into the sea of other dancing bodies. He probably should’ve been paying more attention but it doesn’t matter now. Finally, stepping from from the crowd he spies you, black dress, a slit up the thigh, lips painted red. He curses his heart for fluttering. But god, you look amazing. 
Your attention is elsewhere, along the walls, flickering side to side as you stalk closer and closer to the door of the backyard. Calum bounds up the steps after being knocked into again by the outliers of the dancing crowd. You’re not leaving looking. One hand stretched out for the knob without seeing the door open. And ready to press your weight into the door, you stumble. “Whoops!” you laugh catching your balance and not missing the arm that wraps around you. 
“Careful.”
“Thanks.” You finally look up and see Calum. Half of the fake mustache is gone and his hair is slicked back. “Looks, uh, like you lost part of yourself there, Cal.” You reach up and peel off the other end of the mustache. 
“Oh,” his brows furrow and his gaze casts down as if he could actually see the missing piece. He chuckles, “Sorry.”
“Don’t have to apologize to me.” You slip out of his gaze just a little. “Who’s your partner?” It’s only as the question leaves your lips do yo start to take in his suit, and the bow tie. 
“They haven’t--”
“Me,” you answer interrupting the thought. 
“What?”
“You’re dressed as Gomez.” You wave over yourself, twirling a little in the black dress. “I’m Morticia.” Your heart races. You’re Calum’s other half. Oh shit. How did Michael know? He sent you an email with specifcs for your costume. But how did Michael know. You hadn’t told him a thing. You weren’t that obvious were you?
“Morticia?” Calum’s still not processing, not the characters at least. And he’s definitely not processing that his guess was right. He knew Michael was up to something. Just not this. Not really making you his partner.
“Addams Family.” You sing a bit of the theme song, in the hopes that it finally clicks for Calum. But he seems floored--gone even. “Hey, uh, is everything alright?”
He nods. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. It just-just took me a second.”
You nod in return. “You look good though, Gomez.” 
Calum chuckles, kicking at the ground just a little. “You-you look really great by the way.” Calum’s quick to cut in, glancing up and reaching for your elbow. “I mean it. Really you look great.”
“Thank you.”
“Do you want a drink? By chance?” 
“Uh, yeah, sure.” You follow behind Calum back through the house and into the kitchen. The drink isn’t too heavy of a pour and you hang out in the kitchen a while, laughing as Calum recounts some story that you’re almost sure you’ve heard before but you can’t quite be sure so you just listen as he tells it. 
You suggest a dance as you down the the last of your drink. Calum hugs close to his drink, pressing into the counter. “Too shy? Or tuckered out?”
“I’m-I can’t dance. You know that.”
“Oh I’m not asking you to join Dancing With The Stars. Just dance with me please?”
He knows he can’t say no to you. With a nod, he downs the rest of his cup and follows behind you back outside. He doesn’t know how many songs the two of you dance to. It could be three, it could be forty--he doesn’t keep track at all. All he does know is that you laugh at every misstep of his and it sounds like magic in his ears. 
There’s a pause or two for drinks here and there. And maybe it’s just the buzzing of his head that finally cuts through the fog and tells him that who gives a fuck if it’s the right time. And you’re laughing, head thrown back just slightly leaning into his chest as you recount the fiasco of trying to find the right dress for this costume. The kitchen is empty, or maybe it’s full and Calum’s only paying attention to you. 
“Can I kiss you?” Calum asks, his brows are furrowed and his tongue wets his lips quickly. 
Your breath hitches as he hand cups your cheek. “Huh?”
“Can-can I kiss you? And you can totally say no. But-I-please?” The words aren’t coming out right and he’d almost be annoyed with himself but you stretch forward, lips pressing into his and words don’t matter. 
You kissing him, like actually kissing him and you can taste booze. But underneath that, what floats into your sense is the smell of his cologne. What buzzes your skin is the fact that he asked. Sure it was in the middle of your story, but you’ve been craving it since you noticed Calum in the fucking suit. 
And truth be told even though you had gone on dates and some went places you had always wanted to press your luck with Calum. But he always seemed busy or like his focus was on something different and you didn’t think you actually had a shot. But you still wanted to press. 
And now you’re pressed against the edge of counter in the kitchen. Your hands cup his face as a soft moan escapes you that Calum swallows. “There are bedrooms for this. Just not in my house,” Michael laughs, slamming down another 12 pack of coke onto the counter next to them. “Just not in my house.”
The two of you blush, but are slow to pull apart. “I was just waiting for another Coke,” you tease, your red manicured nails popping open a can. You offer a sip to Calum who takes it, smiling too as the stupid antic. 
“Refreshing, don’t you think?” Calum asks. 
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glitter505 · 6 years ago
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Stop Apologising Pt 2. (Calum Hood SMUT)
Hello guys, I had a few comments to write a part 2 for this so here it is!! Please let me know what you think!!
I’ve also got an idea for a fic and I kinda want to make it an OC fic or at least in a different perspective and make it more of a ‘book style’ - if this is something you’d be interested in please drop me a message to let me know!
Warnings: Smut & swearing
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The evening had flown by after you and Cal returned to the party. With guests dispersing around midnight, leaving Frankie, Luke, Cal and yourself alone in your apartment in a light drunken haze collecting empty bottles and cans. 
“We’re gonna hit the hay.” Frankie announced, as she near-dragged Luke into her bedroom, deciding it was time that you and Cal spent time alone to talk things through further. 
“Okay, see you in the morning.” You smiled, sending them a small wave as Luke closed their bedroom door behind them, sending you and Cal a subtle thumbs-up, knowing the two of you well enough to know that any serious conversations would not be happening tonight.
There was a comfortable silence in the room as you knotted the top of the bin bag you were holding and threw it in the pile with the others. “Ready for bed?” You asked, turning to face Cal with an vivacious glint in your eyes. 
“Always.” He chuckled, holding his hand out for you to take. You immediately grabbed his hand and practically ran to your room, the need to feel his body pressed up against yours again after four months of sleeping alone overwhelming you. 
You smiled at Cal’s reflection through the mirror as you began to change into one of his old flannel shirts he’d left at your apartment months ago, watching as he stripped down to his boxers and got in to bed, holding the covers up until you joined him. You smiled nervously as you approached the bed, the flannel hanging loosely around your thighs, as Cal soaked in how beautiful you looked in his clothes.
It felt like the first time you’d shared a bed with Cal as you slipped between the sheets, your heart hammering against your chest as Cal’s body immediately melted into yours, his arm slipping around you waist to hold you tightly against him as your legs tangling together.
“So, how was Iran?” He asked, his voice hoarse as he spoke. 
“It was amazing, Cal. I worked in a school for three months teaching kids English and then for the last month I explored the country.” You smiled, wondering if Cal could feel the heavy beating of your heart as his fingers gently opened the top buttons of the flannel you were wearing, a habit he always used to do. 
“What was the heritage like?” He asked, as he slipping the flannel down from your shoulders, knowing you were a sucker for absorbing yourself into new cultures. You heart rippled at the sensation of his fingers on your skin.
“It was amazing.” You sighed as he began placing wet open mouth kissed along your shoulders, slowly making his way towards your neck. “There was so much to see. The only thing that could’ve made it be was if.” Your words caught in your throat as Cal’s mouth moved against a sweet spot on the back of your neck.
“If?” He asked, his voice humming against your skin encouraging you to carry on.
“If you’d been there.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. You turned around so you were facing him, your eyes searching for his in the dark.
“One day.” Cal mused, his finger pushing a strand of your out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “We’ll travel the world together. I promise.” 
“I’ve missed this.” You blurted out, your words leaving your mouth as they came into your head.
“Missed what?” Cal asked, his hand cupping your waist as you shuffled further towards his body, your faces only centimetres apart. 
“Being close to you.” You were left breathless as Cal’s lips touched yours for the first time in months. He never failed to take the air out of your lungs. A warmth radiated throughout your body as his lips moved on yours, the familiar feeling you’d expected replaced with a new kind of hunger for him you’d only read about it books.
“I missed you too.” He groaned into your mouth, his grip on your waist tightening. “So fucking much.” Your arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss deepened, pulling him into the space between your legs, his crotch immediately grinding down onto yours. 
“Fuck.” You moaned breathily at the feeling of his hardening length pressing against your arousal. Your hand reached forwards, tugging at the waistband of his boxers, silently asking him to take them off. He obliged with an airy chuckle, leaning back and pulling the black garment down his legs, allowing his erection to spring free. 
His fingers then got to work on the remaining buttons on your, well his, flannel popping the buttons open effortlessly, exposing the body he’d missed so much to him. His eyes flickered down to your breasts, taking note of the way your chest heaved in anticipation as you waited for him to make his move. Cal’s hand caressed up your side as he lent down, pressing a wet kiss to your lips. 
His hand brushed against the side of your breast as his lips travelled to your neck to bite and nibble at the skin. Your hands weaved into his dark curls to drag his lips back to yours as his hands travelled south to the pair of skimpy underwear you were wearing, which happened to be a Christmas present from Cal the previous year. You lifted your hips as his rough fingers grasped onto the waistband and pulled them gently down your legs before dropping them onto the bed, leaving the two of you completely naked.
You pared your legs further apart as he lined himself up to your entrance, throwing your head back in pleasure as he finally sunk inside your tight hole. “Shit, Y/N.” Cal groaned, a laugh escaping your lips as you looked up at him. His eyebrows were knitted together as he began thrusting into you at a painfully slow pace. You needed more. 
You wrapped your legs around his hips, your heels digging into his ass cheeks as you attempted to make him go deeper, faster, anything. “Stop teasing. I’ve waited four months for this.” You whined as his pace failed to change. 
You pouted as Cal chuckled, his chest vibrating against your own. “I’m trying to savour every moment. Be romantic.” He hummed as he dipped his head down to kiss your lips. You immediately turned your head to the side brattishly to avoid his irresistible lips touching yours. 
“I don’t want romantic. I want you to fuck me.” You grumbled, turning your face back to look at his smirking face. 
“Is that so?” He asked raising his eyebrows at you as you nodded your head, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. “I suppose I’ll have to fuck you then.” He groaned, dipping his head and pressing his lips to yours as his trusts gradually became faster and harder. The kiss was filled with teeth clashing and tongues dancing as your hand reached behind him, pulling at the hairs at the base of his head. 
“Fuck Cal, right there.” You moaned, throwing your head back, as his cock brushed against your g-spot repeatedly, causing you to clench around him. This was arguably the best sex you’d ever had with Cal, it was desperate and needy but at the same time rough, the two of you so engrossed in each other and how you were feeling the outside world didn’t matter. You didn’t notice the headboard banging against the wall obnoxiously or Frankie shouting for the two of you to keep it down. It was perfect. 
“Shit. Are you close?” Cal grunted between thrusts, slowly becoming more out of rhythm as his orgasm approached. 
“God. Yeah.” You moaned as you clenched around his cock again, earning a grunt from Cal. His hand drifted to your clit, the pad of his thumb drawing circles on the sensitive nub as he desperately chased your high. The familiar knot began to form in your stomach as he combined his skilful fingers with his heavenly cock. “Fuck, Cal, I’m cuming.” You moaned as he delivered one final sharp thrust in to you as the both of you flew over the edge. Your head flew back into the pillows behind you as you felt Cal shoot hot spurts of cum inside you, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he groaned, collapsing on top of you as you both came down from your highs. 
Eventually Cal rolled off of you, a satisfied smirk resting on his lips. “That was…” He smiled, his words fading out as he looked deep into your eyes. 
“I know.” You laughed as you sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the flannel loosely back over you. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up.” You giggled as you wandered out the room, heading towards the bathroom.
You turned as you closed the door, almost jumping out of your skin to see Frankie stood outside of her door, her arms folded in irritation. “Jesus, I didn’t see you there.” You half-laughed, your hand hitting your chest as you jumped. 
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She whisper-shouted, a hint of playfulness in her voice as she followed you into the toilet, switching the light on to reveal your sweaty, post-sex face, a small coy smile gracing your lips. “Do you have any idea how loud you guys were?”
“No.” You smiled innocently as you sat down onto the toilet, watching Frankie as she took a seat on the edge of the bath. The two of you were comfortable enough around each other for this to be deemed normal.
“You woke Luke up. And you know how heavily that boy sleeps.” She laughed. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth with your hand, stifling a giggle. 
“No way.” You asked, you and Cal were never ones to be particularly loud in bed when there were others around, the two of you were just so absorbed in the moment you’d obviously been louder than you thought. 
“Way. But that’s besides the point, I though you guys were meant to be talking.” She giggled.
“I mean, we were but we just got a bit carried away.” You laughed, playing with the hem of his flannel. 
“A bit?!” She exclaimed, as you jokingly rolled your eyes. “Was it good? I mean by the sounds of it yes, but.” She asked. 
“It was fucking amazing! We’ve never had sex like that before.” You grinned as you stood up, flushing the toilet behind you and began washing your hands. 
“Really?” She asked in a hushed voice. 
“Yeah, God it was so rough and Cal’s never that rough. It felt like break-up sex but better.” Your grin widened as you told Frankie, which she mirrored. It was one of the weird elements about your friendship that you’d review your intimacies with your partners with one another. 
“God, rough sex is the best.” She mused, a knock on the bathroom door cutting your conversation short. 
“Y/N, you ok in there?” Cal asked through the wood, causing a smitten smile to erupt on your face.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be out in a second.” You called back, swatting your hands at Frankie as she gave you knowing look.
“Ok, I’ll be in bed.” He laughed, before you heard his feet pad back towards your room. 
“Girl, you got him so whipped.” She giggled as she opened the bathroom door and began wandering back to her room.
“Shut up, no I haven’t.” You whispered back, smacking her arm lightly as you walked past her. 
“You have.” She sang, her head poking out from her bedroom door before she closed it leaving the faint sounds of her giggling to flow through the walls. You rolled your eyes and padded into your room to find Cal, illuminated by your bedside lamp, laid in your bed watching you sleepily. 
“Sorry about that.” You said, a smile breaking out on your face as he pulled the covers up for you. 
You slipped into the bed immediately laying your head on Cal’s chest as his big arms wrapped around you. “S’alright.” He kissed the top of your head lovingly, pulling you tighter into him. 
“Did you realise how loud we were being?” You blurted out, wondering if you were the only one who hadn’t noticed.
“What makes you say that?” He asked, his fingers twirling the ends of your hair in his fingers, the feeling causing goosebumps to prickle along your arms.
You lent up on his chest until your eyes connected with his as you tried to hide the amused smile prevalent on your face, “Well, apparently we woke Luke up.” 
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fckinwild-kiwi · 7 years ago
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Yoü & I [2.6]
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A/N: The finals season is wrapping up and I'm almost finished all my projects, but I still got lots of content I'll be banging out over the holiday break. Thanks as always for sticking around!
Warnings: none
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Charlotte could draw many parallels between Toronto and New York: tall-ass skyscrapers, streets shrouded with people all with more important places to be, homeless who begged for money on every block and a niche of street food and culture to indulge in. 
After the two hour flight into Canada, the bands took the day to decompress before their show the next day. The hotel they were staying at was beautiful, and a perk to staying in a gorgeous hotel in the dead of summer was the rooftop pool -- which Maria practically begged the girls to come with her for a 'pool day'. 
A pool day sounded like just the thing Charlotte was due for. Her hands were cramped from clutching pens and her fingers were blistered from working on the guitar so much -- a break was overdo. 
She stood in the illustriously well-lit bathroom, admiring her slim physique in the little black bikini she'd slipped on. It was a newer piece that Maria had picked out for her on a recent shopping trip, and while Charlotte wasn't so keen on how little it covered at first, the more she looked at it on her the more she liked it. 
Tying her hair into a half-assed bun, Charlotte exited the bathroom to find Chloe still lying on the bed, texting and smiling like a mad man. She didn't pay much attention to her bandmate, but Charlotte didn't mind. She watched the galaxy-haired drummer with a coy smile as she slipped on a yellow sundress.
The last time Chloe looked this giddy was just before the band had taken off -- about three years ago, now. She hadn't had much luck in the way of romance since her career had skyrocketed, much like the other girls, she was always busy traveling, tracking, writing. And when she did meet a potential interest, it didn't forego more than a week when Chloe would either loose interest or she would be ghosted for no apparent reason. 
"Who ya' talking to, Smiley?" Charlotte asked.
"Jeff the Killer," Chloe replied.
Charlotte nodded, "Well, maybe you can take two minutes away from Eva and go get your swim suit on? Before we get assaulted with Amber alerts?"
At the mention, Chloe set down her phone and glanced at the singer, "Do you think it's too early to be sending bathing suit pics?" she asked. 
Charlotte simpered, "Um -- it's been about a week, so I'd say so. Does she follow your insta?"
"Yeah,"
"Then just post it there," 
Chloe smiled, "Ah ha! The subtle thirst trap! You're a genius!"
I'm not so sure 'subtle' is affiliated with any social media, Charlotte thought to herself.
"Thank you," she replied. 
Chloe changed into her own electric red one-piece and shorts, and the girls quickly went to meet their friends at the pool. They caught a glimpse of the elevator just as it was beginning to close, growing cause for the girls to sprint. 
"Hold the door!" Chloe called. 
A hand extended out of the gap and held the doors open for the girls to rush in. And lo and behold, Luke and Michael were in the elevator as well. 
"Hey, fancy meeting you guys here," Luke grinned.
"Funny how we just keep running into each other," Charlotte smirked, "As it by fate,"
Chloe meanwhile glared down at Michael's swim trunks, "Nice shorts, Mikey," 
Michael glanced down at his blue swimmers, printed with little silhouettes of fish and turtles -- sure, at first glance they may have been more suited for a child rather than a twenty-year-old man. But Michael liked them, so what?
He, as well as Luke and Charlotte, waited anxiously for another snarky remark from Chloe, but she just looked straight ahead. She said nothing. 
"And?" he asked. 
"And what?" Chloe turned to him.
"No follow up?" 
Chloe smiled, "Oh, I have a follow up. I'm just in a good mood right now," 
"Oh,"
"... If I wasn't in a good mood, I'd ask why you were skimming through the children's section at Walmart for swim trunks," Chloe went on.
Luke snapped his fingers, "There it is," 
The pool wasn't the only highlight of the hotel's rooftop. Aside from umbrella seats, a canopy bar and a hot tub, the kids had a stunning view of downtown Toronto. Not as infinite as Tokyo and not as imperialistic as Vienna, the skyline of glass buildings reflected off of one another, creating a beautiful ripple of blues and teals that crashed against the cloudless sky above. 
Maria and Kimberly were already laid out on deck chairs, soaked in sunscreen, rays and bikini clad. Across from them were Ashton and Calum, partaking in a game of ping pong. There were no other guests on the deck, meaning they had the pool to themselves for a while.
 Kimberly pried her eyes open when she felt a shadow fall over her, scrunching her eyes and blocking the sun with her hand to find Charlotte and Chloe standing over her. The material of her own navy blue two-piece glinted in the rays.
"Yes?" she raised an eyebrow at them, prompting Maria to look over.
"You guys are no fun," Chloe chided.
"No fun? We were waiting for you," Maria said, her voice a little gravelly. 
"Our bad, but somebody just couldn't stop texting another particular somebody," Charlotte winked at the girls. Kimberly awed up at Chloe.
"Aw, how's Eva?" she asked.
"Wishing she was here instead of Syracuse, I imagine," Chloe replied, taking the deck chair next to her. Charlotte took the one on the other side of Maria, both of them stripping back down to their bikinis. 
"You guys have been talking for how long, now?" Maria asked.
"Just under a week," Chloe replied.
"And it's constant," Charlotte remarked, "I think we have reasons to be optimistic," 
"We can start getting optimistic after the three week mark. If you don't scare her away, I'll be so proud of you," Kimberly told her.
Chloe simpered back, "Your confidence in me is astounding," 
At the other end of the pool, Luke was just pulling off his t-shirt and unpacking his backpack. He had his iPhone with an audiobook he thought he would try out. He could hear his mom's voice in his head, reminding him to be sure he put on lots of sunscreen. It was ironic how he came from one of the hottest continents in the world, and yet he was as pasty as a soy bean. 
When he turned back around, reaching as best he could to slather sunscreen on his back, his line of sight fell on Charlotte. Her yellow sundress had disappeared and she was clad in a black triangle bikini, contrasting against her natural olive skin that seemed to glow under the sun. Her shapely legs crossed one in front of the other as she hunched over to shake out her hair. He had to swallow the lump in his throat when she suddenly swung around in his direction, not realizing that he'd been caught staring when his eyes locked with hers. If he had a clear view of Charlotte than she had a clear view of him. 
He smiled sheepishly and waved, a tint of blush covering his face. Charlotte shook her head at him with a little smirk and put up her middle finger. Though she wasn't exactly innocent in the staring department either, and how could she not be?
"Eyes to yourself!" Chloe suddenly shouted, having caught Luke staring, too. Her outburst drew the attention of everyone else. 
Ashton giggled to himself, therefore missing Calum's backhand. The ping pong ball whizzed right by his face.
"I win!" Calum declared.
"You do not!" Ashton countered, "That went out of bounds,"
"We didn't set an out of bounds!" Calum argued. 
Ashton pointed to one of the potted plants behind him, "Yes we did. We agreed if it landed after the tree on my side, or the towel rack on your side, then it's out. Besides, Chloe distracted me,"
"Oh, boo hoo," Calum chided back, "Sore loser," 
With the others distracted, Michael took the opportunity to take a running start and do a cannon ball into the pool -- effectively splashing everybody within a metre of him. Maria and Kimberly were violently ripped from their sun bath with icy cold water droplets, while Chloe hid behind her deck chair and Charlotte covered her head. 
"Michael!" Kimberly scolded, sitting up in a huff. The guitarist remerged from the water, rubbing chlorine from his eyes and shaking out his drenched hair.
"The water's fine, guys! Come on in!" he replied.
Luke shook his head at his hyperactive friend, mouthing a 'sorry' at Charlotte before jumping in himself. Charlotte made good to stand back this time -- the other girls weren't so lucky.
"Oh, come on guys!" Maria whined, wiping cold water off her legs, "A little warning would suffice!"
Charlotte couldn't help but laugh at her friends. Sure, they were trying to have a relaxing afternoon in the sun, but hey, a pool was a pool. And since no one else was around...
Kimberly saw it coming this time, and she moved off the deck chair just in time as Charlotte jumped in after the boys. Maria grimaced when more water splattered across her face.
"Where's my --" Chloe then cannon-balled in, sending water everywhere once again, "... towel?"
There was an assortment of balls and blow up floats for the bands to fool around with -- though given the colours of the toys they were very well meant for little kids. Never the less, a game of volleyball ensued in the pool, with Charlotte and Chloe on one team and Luke and Michael on the other. Calum and Ashton's ping pong game was still in full swing, considering that Ashton demanded a rematch. Kimberly kept the score this time around and they set the boundary lines. 
Luke pitched the rubber ball to Chloe, who bunted it over to Charlotte, who spiked it back at Michael. However, Michael miscalculated where the ball would land and ended up getting knocked in the face. He fell back into the water.
"Oh, shit!" but he emerged quickly, rubbing at his nose and eyes. All attention around the pool was directed at the sudden injury. 
"You okay, mate?" Luke swam over to him. 
"Mike, I'm so sorry!" Charlotte exclaimed, thinking the worst she'd done was bruise his eye or cheek. And God knows they'd have fun explaining a heinous mark to their managers.
Michael pushed the water off his face with his hands and pushed back his sopping hair, looking dazed as he glanced around the pool, "Where am I?" he then glanced at Luke, "My God, are you gorgeous," he then broke out into a smile. Luke rolled his eyes.
"He's fine," he assured the girls, grabbing the ball and handing it to him, "Your serve,"
Meanwhile, the ping pong game was getting heated. Kimberly's head was practically moving in sync with the little white ball as it bounced between Ashton and Calum. Ashton was determined to knocked the ball past Calum but he was a swift opponent. At the next pass, Calum batted the ball just a little too hard however.
The little white ball whizzed past Ashton's head this time, only instead of hitting the ground it flew over the deck and over the railing... over downtown. The boys were stunned, Kimberly was at a loss for how to call the game. 
"So... who wins?"
They both stared down a stunned Kimberly, who only shrugged as she racked her logic, "Okay... the ball is technically... definitely out. Ashton wins by default," she decided. 
"Yes!" Ashton rejoiced, throwing his hands up. 
Calum just shook his head and threw his paddle down, going instead for the neon green floatie, "It's too hot for ping pong anyway," he slipped the floatie around his waist and took off in a little run.
"Go Calum!" Michael chanted. Calum reached the edge of the pool, but instead of a grandiose jump he simply chose to hop in. He didn't even get his head past the water thanks to the floatie. The boys broke into fits of giggles.
Maria just shook her head, "What? You afraid to get your hair wet?" she called.
Calum smirked at her, "Are you, Little Miss Sunshine?"
Maria rolled her eyes, opting to stand up and proudly show off her purple bikini set. Calum subconsciously licked his lips, which didn't go unnoticed by Luke. Maria stood at the deep end of the pool, did a little bow, and dived in gracefully. She emerged a few seconds later, shaking out her raven black hair. 
"Beat that, Marty Mc-Floatie!" she smirked at Calum. 
Ashton did some flexes and bending before he took his running start, ready to make another big splash. However, he didn't count on Michael. hucking the rubber ball at him as he jumped in. The ball nailed him square in the chest and instead of a pencil dive he just flailed in. 
"Michael!" the girls scolded. Ashton made a quick recovery, glaring over at his bandmate.
"Fuck you!" he pretended to cry, clinging to Luke in pity. Luke held him tightly.
"It's okay, honey, he didn't mean it," 
Kimberly pushed some of her dreadlocks over her shoulder, nervous to get them wet. It wasn't so much getting them wet that was the problem, but the drying process could be pretty tedious depending on the day.  
"Come on, Kim!" Chloe urged.
"Do you know how much of a bitch it is to do my hair when it gets wet?" she replied. 
In his peripherals Luke spotted another large floatie: a raft, to be specific. He had a brilliant idea, then. He swam to the other edge of the pool and retrieved it, pushing it towards Kimberly.
"Here!" he called, "Use this!" 
Kimberly smiled at him, "Thanks Luke," she quickly tied back her dreads and sat on the edge. Luke and Calum held the inflatable raft steady so she could wiggle on top, laying on her stomach and paddling over to meet her friends. Her hair was safe. 
Much of the afternoon was spent splashing about. They played a couple round of volleyball and then tried to play a game of Marco Polo. Emphasis on tried to. Poor Calum was picked to 'Marco', but the others devised to slip out of the water quietly all while shouting 'Polo'. 
"Marco!" he called tirelessly, his eyes squeezed shut as he hopped from spot to spot.
"Polo!" Chloe called back, helping Kimberly off of the raft. 
"Marco!" Calum called again.
"Polo!" Ashton quietly sat back on a deck chair and threw his hands behind his head. Calum's patience was wearing thin. He should've at least tapped someone out by now. Calum waded through the pool for a good five minutes before he realized everyone was cheating. 
"You wankers," he muttered, understandably miffed when his friends started laughing. 
At some point, Charlotte took to clambering back to the edge of the deck for a dry spell. She sat on the ledge and let her feet dangle in the water. Just as soon as she slathered on some more sunscreen, Luke had come to sit beside her. He had with him a cold bottle of water that he offered to her.
"Thanks," she smiled at him, "You want some SPF 50?" 
"I'll pass," he shook his head politely. Charlotte raised an eyebrow at him, having heard those words many a times before Luke would be complaining of sunburn hours later.
"Famous last words," she teased. Luke stuck out his tongue. 
Chloe and Ashton were still in the pool, facing off against Maria and Calum in a fierce game of chicken. Kimberly just watched from her raft, sipping a bottle of orange juice while Michael played referee. 
Luke kept his glance on Charlotte, she couldn't help but shiver as water droplets slid down her spine. She was a sight to behold under the sun, her golden skin ablaze against the sharp black fabric of her bikini, and she had some makeup that stained beneath her eyes but Luke didn't point it out. She looked really cool, actually.
"How're you doing?" he asked, not having much of a chance to talk to since they took off again. Really talk, the way they used to. 
"I'm wet," Charlotte replied, unable to keep the smug smile off her face. Luke rolled his eyes.
"No shit," he grinned, "I mean really, though. What's going on with you?" 
Charlotte shrugged, "Nothing. I'm stuck on the road with a bunch of crackheads for three whole months. Other than that... I guess I'm just -- existing,"
"Existing?" 
"Yeah. I'm here, but lately I feel that I haven't been here," she pointed to her head. 
Luke's smile fell a little, "Has Ben been bothering you again?" 
"No," she shook her head, "No, I think he finally got the hint,"
Luke sighed and looked down at his hands, his face tinting red but not from the sun, "You know..." he spoke after a small moment of silence. Charlotte glanced at him and sipped from her water. He laughed nervously, "You're gonna think I'm a cheese puff or something but -- I'm really fucking grateful for you, Char," 
Charlotte broke into a flattered smile, "I'm really grateful for you, too,"
"But seriously," Luke said, "I feel like I don't thank you enough for everything you do for me. No one else would do the things you do for me, no one else tries me happy like you do and you have no idea how much you mean to me. And I know I dicked around on ya a couple weeks ago --"
"-- Water under the bridge," Charlotte said, her heart burning in her chest. She had no idea where this was coming from. 
"But the fact is I don't know what I did to deserve you and I need you to know how fucking grateful I am for you... even when I don't deserve to have you in my life. And if you feel like you can't talk to me about shit 'cause I'll judge you, I won't. I'll always take care of you. You're my best friend and I don't know what I'd do without you," 
Charlotte bit the inside of her lip, willing away the stinging sensation in the back of her eyes, "Jesus Christ," she wrapped her arms around him. She never expected him to say anything like that to her, especially because it was the exact way she felt about him. 
"Am I corny?" he chuckled, hugging her tightly. None of them cared that they were just skin-to-skin in midday. She smelled so sweetly of grapefruit intermingled with bitter chlorine.
"No, you're perfect," Charlotte laughed, "If anything, I'm the one that's grateful for you. No one puts up with my stupidity and shit like you do. I don't know how you do it, honestly,"
Luke snickered and shook his head, pushing some of her wet hair behind her ear, "You're not stupid. You're far from it, Shorty," 
Charlotte smiled and punched his arm, "If the others heard us they'd take the piss out of us so hard right now," 
Luke rolled his eyes, "Like I told you before, they're just jealous of us, "
"Always gotta' be a fucking optimist, don't ya?" Charlotte huffed.
"Always gotta throw in a fucking curse, don't ya?" Luke shrugged. 
Charlotte glared back, and before Luke knew it he had been shoved into the pool. When he resurfaced Charlotte was in a fit of giggles while he sputtered and coughed up chlorine. 
"And here we were having a moment!" 
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ro-writesstuff · 2 years ago
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hiya i was wondering if you could write some poly cake headcannons thank you :))
Calum Hood & Luke Hemmings -Cake Headcanons
a/n: so glad you requested! here you go :) requests are still OPEN!
summary: cake headcanons
pairing: poly!cake x female reader
warnings: cursing
word count: 1303
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not my gif!
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-you were originally dating Luke
-when you met the rest of the band you and Calum hit it off really well
-sometimes you’d even hang out with him one on one
-luke always trusted you guys so he had nothing to worry about
-that was until he overheard him and Michael talking about you
-“She’s just so amazing, ya know? She’s got a great personality. She’s sweet, considerate. And has good looks. God, she’s gorgeous. I just- I don’t know what to do.”
-“Mate, she’s your best friend’s girlfriend.”
-“I know…”
-so Calum finally got the courage to talk to Luke about it
-he thought that Luke would be really mad
-which he was a little bit
-he kept telling Luke “it’s just a crush, it’ll go away”
-it never did
-so you, Luke and Calum had a long talk about what you guys should do
-and Luke brought up bringing Cal into your guys’s relationship
-and that was that
-during the beginning of your guys’ relationship Cal was so awkward
-he felt (and looked) like he was third wheeling all the time
-but of course you reminded him he was a part of the relationship
-just simple things like
-y’all are cuddling on the couch and you are laying on luke’s shoulder watching a movie
-and your hand is resting on Cal’s thigh
-and he’s just sitting there like 🙂👍🏼
-“Cal, you can come closer if you like.”
-“Yeah, why're you so far?”
-“Oh, dunno” *scoots in 2 inches*
-“You can come closer,”
-*scoots 2 inches closer*
-“I don’t bite, babe.”
-*scoots so that you’re barely touching*
-“Callll”
-at first he’d be lowkey stressed cause he knew he was a part of the relationship emotionally but physically he didn’t know what to do
-he’d just kinda… be there
-“You okay?”
-“Yep. I’m fine.”
-as months went by, he eased into the relationship though
-one day it would just click for all three of you and you would be so happy
-“Calum, can you pass me my phone?”
-“Sure, honey.”
-he wouldn’t notice he’d said it
-you and Luke wouldn’t say anything to him, you’d just silently give each other looks throughout the day
-“Love, can you get me a water please?”
-“Sure thing.”
-at the end of the day you and Luke would just beam at him
-“What?”
-“Nothing. I love you.”
-“Yeah. We love you.”
-“What are you two up to?”
-Cal’s the real touchy one i feel like
-not sexually he just likes physical touch
-“Y/N can you come here for a second?”
-“What’s up?”
-“Just come here”
-*you walk over* “What?”
-he’ll just wrap his arms around your waist and give you the warmest hug ever
-“Hi.”
-“That’s what I came over here for? A hug?”
-“That’s what you came- Yes, love me.”
-Luke’s like the dad in the relationship
-he always makes sure both of you are okay
-“You guys good? Want a water or something?”
-“No I’m good, thank you.”
-“Nah.”
-“Are you sure? I can make you some tea if you want.”
-“It’s fine, baby. Just watch the movie.”
-Luke will sometimes get jealous of Calum just cause you guys have the same humor
-you guys would be making fun of a character in a movie then all of a sudden Luke will just storm out of the room
-“Brilliant idea. Walk into a haunted house without a weapon. You’re so not gonna die.”
-“Yeah, and don’t tell anyone you’re going inside, either. Next Einstein over here.”
-with that he’d just leave
-both of you are so confused then you realize
-so you try and make things right
-he’s just sitting in the music room picking at his guitar while staring into space
-“We didn’t mean to make you feel bad, we’re sorry.”
-“I know. It just sucks cause you guys are so much whittier than me.”
-“Okay, but you’re more talented than Cal. That counts, right?”
-“Hey!”
-you and Calum are night owls so you stay up til the sun rises practically
-talking about nothing and everything
-“Do you think dinosaurs knew about smaller animals like bunnies?”
-“Not this shit again, please. Anything but the dinos.”
-“Hear me out.”
-“Who named things? You know what I mean? Like spork. Like who comes up with that?”
-“You’re so weird.”
-one night you’d just be talking in your room then Luke would burst through the door
-you and Calum jump out of your skin
-Luke’s just standing there like 🥺🧍🏼‍♂️ with a teddy bear Calum won him at a fair
-you and Cal try your hardest not to laugh because he looks like a scared child
-“Hi honey. You okay?”
-“I had a nightmare.”
-“Oh, baby. It’s okay, c’mere.”
-“I went to Cal’s room and you weren’t there, so I freaked out. Then I saw the light in your room and bolted over here.”
-you and Calum just look at each other with so much guilt
-“Sorry honey. We’re here now, though.”
-your sleep arrangement changes every. damn. day.
-normally Luke’s on your right and Calum’s on your left when you’re on the couch or sitting somewhere
-but whenever it’s time for bed…
-they always fight over who slept next to you the night previous
-“You were in the middle last night. Y/N was on the right side.”
-“No she wasn’t!”
-“Oh my- Yes she was!”
-“Luke’s right. You woke up with morning wood and you asked me if I could help you, remember?”
-*sighs* “Take this side.”
-since you were dating Luke first, he always knows what’s up with you
-“Hey, honey. How was work?”
-“Fine. Gonna take a shower.”
-Luke looks at Calum like a bomb went off
-poor Cal he’s always in the dark for stuff like that
-calum kinda follows suit to Luke
-but he’s a quick learner so pretty soon both of them know your patterns of what ticks you off
-Luke always talks you through your problems
-Calum’s just there for moral support and cuddles
-“It just sucks cause I’ve been there longer than them, and they get a fucking raise?! It just doesn’t make sense.”
-“Oh, what the fuck?”
-“Right?! And they never helped with those stupid group stuff.”
-“Honestly, how’re they not fired yet?”
-Cal normally stays silent during discussions like that
-he just caresses your thigh and listens
-but he has his own way of showing you he cares
-“Y/N?”
-“What do you want, Cal?”
-“I got you this.”
-it’s just something like a rubber duck just to make you laugh
-“Oh. Thank you.”
-“There’s that smile. Wanna watch a movie? Luke’s making dinner.”
-just them messing around with their instruments while you’re around
-Calum’s bass + Luke singing & playing the guitar = sleepy time
-they’ll just be playing around and then you’d just pass out
-“Y/N, did you like the chord or should we change it?”
-“Aaaand she passed out again.”
-“Alright. Let’s take her to bed.”
-“Wait, now? Wait a few minutes. She looks so comfortable.”
-“It’s 3 a.m.?”
-whenever they get into a fight it’s super awkward for you
-they never mean to put you in the middle it just kinda happens
-you listen to both sides and try to come up with a solution
-which normally ends up with you tricking them into apologizing to each other
-“Cal, wanna watch a movie? I’ll meet you in the living room in a few.”
-“Sure. That sounds nice.”
-“Lu, can I paint your nails?”
-“Okay.”
-when they see what you did you just run out the room and hope that they don’t kill you the next time they see you
-“Oh, fuck.”
-“How do we keep falling for this?”
-“Have fun you two!”
-they’re so attentive to your needs and are so loving towards you
-they’re literally the best boyfriends you could ever ask for
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heartache-onthebigscreen · 3 years ago
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Cal with a neurodivergent afab reader that has NVLD? Reader is also chronically ill with a lot of stomach issues and is laying down alot cuz they’re always exhausted. Also reader has no idea what gender they are but Cal doesnt care but also it always trying to help them figure it out. Cal seems to be one of yn’s main supports that really understands and loves every part of them, even the hard parts.
"i got you" - cth
an: this is almost a bit TOO relatable.
help for readers:
AFAB - Assigned Female At Birth
NVLD - NonVerbal Learning Disorder
pairing: calum hood x afab/neurodivergent!reader
summary: it has been a long, exhausting, day for YN. and of course, calum is there to help. always.
warnings: mental disorder, chronic illness, gender issues, cursing.
word count: 1.2k+
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You burst through the door, dropping all of your items as Duke hurries up to you barking and whining from the excitement of you getting home.
You grumble and lightly shoo the dog away with your foot, not even bothering to pet him, earning a sigh of disapproval from the dog.
Still standing at the door, you begin to strip off your clothing, all the way down to your underwear and bra. You grab one of Calum’s hoodies laying on a nearby chair and throw it on, you then reach under the hoodie and take your bra off.
You stumble into the living room and throw yourself onto the couch, pulling a soft blanket over top of you and your hood over your head and curl up into a ball. Duke hops up on the couch with you and snuggles at the back of your legs right where your knees bend.
You let out a long sigh.
Finally.
You had been in pain, all day. And having to be at work, on your feet all day definitely did not help you. It seemed that every move you made further hurt your body, and all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and escape from this.
Work was just as mentally exhausting.
It’s unknown how long you laid on the couch, it could have been minutes, or hours, but you did not move from that spot one time since you had gotten home.
Calum opens the front door, making you jump as Duke lets out a bark and jumps down from the couch to greet Cal. You hear Calum’s coos to the dog as he sets down his own items.
“Hey- shit,” you hear a stumble and a bang and you sit up to see Calum on the floor, having tripped over the clothes and things you had left on the floor.
“Sorry Cal,” you mumble, laying back down on the couch.
“S’alright,” Calum chuckles, “missed you.”
“Mmm,” is all you let out as you let your eyes shut, trying to rest as much as you can.
“You alright?”
You don’t answer. You curl up your legs more so Calum could sit if he wanted. Calum notices this silent invitation and you feel the weight of his body on the couch. He rests his hand on your calf, the touch making you jump a little, your body is still very overstimulated and sensitive to touch right now.
“Sorry,” Calum apologizes, “hurting?” he questions, knowing how you can get due to your chronic illness. Some days are worse than others.
You nod your head, still not opening your eyes.
“Need anything?”
You shake your head no.
You feel Calum shift on the couch, being sure to lightly touch your body as he squeezes behind you so he can spoon you. You relax in his embrace and he rests his hand on your stomach under the sweatshirt. He lightly rubs the area, knowing this is always where it hurts most, trying to soothe you.
“Long day?” Calum keeps his voice low.
You nod your head again as he presses a feather-like kiss to the side of your head.
“Wanna talk about it?”
You roll over from your position so you’re now facing Calum. You throw your leg around his torso so you both can fit on the couch. You keep your face close to his and finally open your eyes to find his comforting gaze.
“Work was a lot today,” you confess, “I- A lot of people got mad at me. And I still don’t get why! I do my job as I’m told! And the things I don’t get, I do get help for! I just can’t get the certain buttons on the computer, no matter how many times I fucking watch it happen. And then people kept getting mad at me and staring at me because I was moving so slowly. And I looked stupid half the time because these old men kept making jokes to me and I didn’t get them, not to mention me running into literally everything walking around the place.”
“YN-“
“And on top of that! Everything just hurts so fucking bad today. I could barely carry anything, and I kept getting looks when I asked for help, why? I took my break early which was a horrible idea because I had to suffer through the rest of the shift. All I did on my break was lay down in my car away from everyone so I didn’t have time to eat.”
“YN-“
“And back to the old men! Kept, telling me how ‘a pretty little lady shouldn’t be working a job like this.’ You know how that makes me feel, Cal! I don’t like being called a lady, I think? Sometimes, I don’t know. I just didn’t fucking like it today, it made me upset.”
“YN!” Calum interrupts your rant one last time, “jesus baby, you did have a long day. M’so sorry.” He soothes.
“Well, for one,” Calum starts, “the way you do your job is not your fault. You can’t help it, baby, it’s hard to do such an engaging job when you have a hard time understanding people as it is. Continue to take it slow, don’t stress out about it, alright?”
You nod your head. Understanding social cues and directions have always been an issue for you. You never picked up on the body language and expressions people used, not being able to tell how people felt, especially towards you.
Hell, Calum had to directly say to your face he had a crush on you, you would have never noticed if he didn’t.
And learning at work had always been hard, you were in training for god knows how long.
“Second, m’sorry everything hurts. I got your medicine refill while I was out,” Calum presses another kiss to your head, “sorry I didn’t get back sooner.”
“And third, I’m so sorry about those nasty men. I hate them, did ya have ya nametag on today? The one with the ya pronouns on it?”
Calum had always been so supportive of you, no matter what. Lately, your struggle has been your identity. You didn’t know what you liked being called, it seemed that no matter what was used, it didn’t feel right.
“Didn’t wear it, didn’t feel right,” you sigh.
“That’s okay,” Calum runs his fingers through your hair, “we’ll figure it out, yeah?”
You nod your head for what seems like the millionth time.
“It doesn’t bother you? The gender thing?” You double-check with him.
Ever since you brought this up with him, you’d been scared he found you weird or wouldn’t accept you, but he’s been so so loving through this personal struggle you dealt with, trying to help you find yourself.
In fact, he’s there for all the struggles. The illness, the disorders, everything. He hasn’t loved you an ounce less through your whole relationship.
He just wants to take care of you, and do what’s best for you.
“Of course not,” Calum answers, “I love you. And I got you.”
You smile for the first time today as you nuzzle yourself into his chest.
This, Calum, is your safe place.
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calumxkisses · 3 years ago
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Heather | c.h.
pairing: calum hood x reader
genre: angst
warnings: none
summary: - request: I got an idea for a fic: cal dating the reader to make someone jelous ✋😩 I wanna make myself cry. You can end it fluff or angst.
a/n: do people even read these? i hope you enjoy the pain :)
you should read this while listening to: heather by conan gray and/or traitor by olivia rodrigo.
The warm air completely envelops you as soon as you enter the house, the temperature is much higher than the autumn cold that accompanied you on your way up there. Taking a taxi would have been much easier, you would have saved yourself from the cold you’ll get, but the temperatures are still tolerable and you want to take advantage of these last warm days before the winter cold.
The music is loud as you walk down the main corridor looking around for familiar faces, you remove your coat while admiring the beautiful handmade decorations and while trying to find your way around the majestic house: it’s wonderful but mysterious as a labyrinth; the house is made of wood inside, huge boards decorate the ceiling with geometric shapes and the colored party lights reflects on the clothes of the guests. Everyone is dressed in white, whether it is a long dress or a shirt, the theme is very clear and in contrast with the dark colors of the house.
As soon as you arrive in the hall, in the distance, you see the figure of your boyfriend. His tanned skin brings out the light color of his shirt as he frantically moves his hands in an attempt to make Andy understand something. His hair, curly as ever, falls on his face in front of his eyes but he is too engaged in the conversation to move it. Next to him, a female figure is sitting on the sofa and her heels lie at the foot of the armchair, while her bare feet are crossed.
It doesn't take him long to turn around and notice you, like he feels like you are there. His lips hint at a smile as he turns completely in your direction. His rings reflect the colored lights as he raises his hand to shake it, miming a “hi” with his lips.
You smile back as the music stops playing for a second and the butterflies in your stomach start their own concert at the sight of him standing there and looking at you.
Calum steps towards you, cupping your face in his warm hands as soon as he’s in front of you and pressing his soft lips down onto yours.
The room starts spinning as you feel his tongue against yours, his lips pressing onto yours in a kiss that could make time stop.
You feel his stubble tickle your skin, his thumb stroking your cheek softly.
When you finally pull away to catch your breath, you notice his eyes scanning the room, looking for something, a space where to breathe maybe, and you take his hand in yours, holding it tightly to reassure him. Crowded places have never been his favorite place to be, his anxiety gets higher when there's too many people around him and your presence always seems to make him feel better.
“Let’s go grab a drink, love.” He whispers into your ear, moving a tuft of hair behind it and kissing briefly your neck. A small moan leaves your mouth and Calum smiles at you pleased before going towards the bar.
This house looks like a club from how many people are here and you need to be careful to not bump into anybody while you walk to the kitchen. You’ve never enjoyed this kind of parties, too many people gathered in a small place, too many judging eyes and not enough room to breathe, but having your friends always by your side makes everything more tolerable and fun, knowing that they’ve your back and are ready to dance all night with you.
Luke is standing close to the table, he’s holding an empty red cup as he squeezes you in a quick hug before handing Calum a cup.
“Oh, I missed you.” Crystal approaches with open arms before holding you in a thigh hug. You haven't seen your friends for two days and it seems like an eternity has passed. There is such a close bond between you, such a deep relationship based on love, trust and all your adventures.
It's funny to think that, just a few years ago, you were desperate at the idea that you would have spent your life alone, without friends. You remember the way you used to hide under the sheets, in the dark of your bedroom, and spent your school nights watching youtube videos about friendships, with your heart breaking with each frame and the tears slowly running down your face, while you thought about what you could have done to not deserve such a life.
A feeling so maliconic, a period of your life so dark that, every time a memory of one of those nights resurfaces in your mind, your chest still hurts for a few seconds.
But now, as you make your way back to the living room, surrounded by the laughter of your friends, by their stares to see if anyone is left behind as they make sure they get enough chairs for everyone, your heart is beating normally again, and the pain of many years ago is just an unpleasant memory, a pain you went through to get to the wonderful moment of your life where you are now.
Your father always used to repeat: “One day you will laugh about all this pain.” as he held you tightly in his arms and kissed you in your hair, wiping every tear that fell during those terrible nights. You remember the way you rolled your eyes at him as you thought about how stupid and false those words were, how you were convinced that there was no light for you at the end of the dark tunnel you were passing through.
Still, if there's one good thing old age brings, it's wisdom, and your dad, as funny and playful as he was, was smart and serious enough to tell you the truth. And, as Calum tells you to sit on his lap to make room for the others, you mentally make a note to call your dad to thank him for giving you such a great lesson and, maybe, to ask him to give you some more life lessons while you help him fix whatever machine broke in your parent’s house.
Your friends, Calum, they saved you.
As you sit on your boyfriend's lap and lean against his chest, crossing your legs and placing your head on his shoulder, the world seems to stop and everything seems to be in the right place. In the chaos of the party, you feel in absolute peace, almost like you’re in heaven or, at least, that’s how you imagine it.
His hand moves up and down your bare leg as he laughs at a joke made by Michael. His other hand rests on your side, surrounding your back, and no other place, not even that beach house or that apartment in your favorite city that you dream of so much, will ever make you feel at home like this situation and these people.
The group is sitting in a circle, there are people who have only recently joined it and there are those who have been part of it for a lifetime, but you blindly trust each of them with your whole life. You know that they will always take care of you - like you do of them - and that they will always be close to you. Especially the guy who is holding you tight, as his scent invades your nostrils and his body warms yours during this autumn evening.
You gently kiss his cheek as you listen to Luke telling how rehearsals went over the week. Everyone is focused on listening carefully, but Calum is distracted looking around, not paying attention to the way your brows move in a questioning look. A strange sensation goes through your body, an occurrence that has happened often lately, but you swallow the lump in your throat as you try to push the anxiety out of your mind.
Two hours seem to pass in a flash as your laughter echoes in the room, almost surpassing the volume of the music. Your glasses are almost empty but your smiles are not the result of alcohol, but of embarrassing situations and stories that ended badly. You are still sitting on your boyfriend's lap as your hand holds Crystal's hand, sitting next to you. It’s a habit you have shared for some time, you love to hold each other’s hand for the simple pleasure of always feeling connected, a habit that reassures the both of you of the presence of the other.
Calum's thumb still gently strokes your leg as he’s lost in thoughts, staring up in front of him with his mind elsewhere. He participated in a few stories and his laugh warmed your heart a few times but, like every time there are many people around you, he disassociated himself from some conversations and took a few minutes to calm down, taking deep breaths and closing in on himself, only to be able to laugh again at some stupid joke a few moments later.
You know how much he needs these little moments for him and, as much as your heart tightens to see him so lost, you know you will be ready to be his light in the darkness he crosses.
The smiles of all your friends make you feel at home, that feeling of belonging to something great, unique. The kind of feeling you get when it's raining and cold outside, but you're indoors, with a blanket over your shoulders and your favourite hot tea in your hands. It's stormy outside, but you're safe with them, in their half-closed eyes and full cheeks.
Everyone's smile, except Ashton's. His lips stopped curving up about an hour into the conversation, and the gleeful expression that often distinguishes him has been replaced by a grim, pouting face, with the tips of the eyebrows down and the jaw set, while the wrinkle on his forehead becomes more and more present.He has been looking intently in your direction and, for a moment, every time you meet his gaze, you feel like you are being pierced by a dagger, which goes straight through your heart.
“Is everything alright, Ash?” you dare to ask, moving your body in his direction and whispering to not make anyone worry. Something in him clicks, because his eyes return to look intently into yours before getting up in a click, silencing and scaring everyone.
“Calum, I need to speak to you urgently. Come with me.” He demands aloud, starting to walk towards the stairs and going upstairs, without looking back and trusting to be followed by his best friend.
Everyone looks at Calum with confused faces and questioning expressions, as you stand up to be able to move aside and to let him go. He shrugs, confused like everyone else, before following Ashton upstairs. Crystal squeezes your hand a little bit harder, but you turn to her shaking your head to let her know that you’re not aware of what is happening just like them.
Everything happens so fast that your heart skips a beat as your hands start shaking a little.
“I should probably go see what's going on, just to see if they're okay.” Your voice shakes as you arrange your shoulder bag next to your coat, on the couch, and grab the glass for one sip, hoping that it gives you some courage. Michael nods a ‘yes’ before looking at Luke, a look that seems to hide more than just confusion.
With the bottom of the glass still a little full and with your heart in your throat, you head upstairs, being careful not to trip on the stairs with your heels, holding your free hand on the handrail. The stairs seem endless to you, while in your head you think about everything you did that could have angered Ashton.
Did you greet him when you arrived or did you forget? Did you say something you shouldn't have or were you silent when you should have said something? Your whole life seems to pass you by as you search for a possible cause for his behavior.
You hear commotion in the first room of the corridor, just next to the stairs. The door is almost closed but you can see the figure of your boyfriend from the crack left open on the door. Their behavior is so strange that you wait a moment before opening, taking a deep breath while looking for the right words to say. Just as you are about to open the door, a familiar voice begins to speak.
“What’s wrong?”
“You need to stop, Calum.” Ashton says looking at his friend straight in his eyes. The tone of his voice is harsh as he runs a hand through his hair.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Calum replies, but the way he moves around the room shows that he knows exactly what the conversation is going to be about.
You know full well that eavesdropping is wrong but the feeling in your stomach tells you to stay, your heart beats fast and you feel a concrete block on your stomach. Your hands are shaking wildly now and you place the glass slowly and gently on the ground to avoid making any noise and being caught.
“She doesn't deserve this. You'll break her heart.” Ashton leans on the dresser and crosses his arms in front of him. He has his back to you but you can see the reflection of his face in the mirror in front of the door, on the other side of the room. A short laugh comes out of Calum's mouth as he stops in his footsteps.
You quickly realize that Ashton was not looking badly at you - he was looking behind you, at Calum. Yet, it doesn’t make you feel any better, even worse, if that’s possible. Why is he so mad?
“You don't know what you're talking about, Ash. I really like her.” Your boyfriend turns to the door so he can look at his friend in the eyes as he leans against the wall. His gaze is hard and an indecipherable expression makes its way across his face. You move slightly away from the door, hoping you haven't been seen.
“Who? Your girlfriend or Heather? You're not as smart as you think, you've been looking at her the whole night! We arrived hours early just so you could talk and stay alone with her.” Ashton raises his voice as his face turns red with anger. Calum stands up, surprised by his best friend's words, and looks down at his feet.
Your heart sinks in hearing that name spoken and instinctively you put a hand on your heart. If hearing them talk felt wrong before, you're too part of the conversation now to stop eavesdropping.
Heather.
Your worst nightmare and your biggest dream. An angel who came down to earth, she seems to have been carved by God himself and has a personality that could change the whole world. She’s everything a person wants to be, her body has the right curves, she has the right ideals and a style that makes models envious. She joined the group only a year ago, but she became part of the family in a short time.
She has always been kind to you, she was close to you in the dark times and she always made sure to include you in everything, helping you when you were in trouble. And as grateful as you are to have her by your side, you can't help but be jealous of her.
She has everyone wrapped around her finger, she just needs to snap her fingers and the entire world is at her feet. It wouldn't be a problem if, among all those people, there wasn’t also Calum.
Calum.
Your love story began almost a year ago, a love you had felt for years, but that he only reciprocated nearly eleven months ago. It was unexpected, a date between two friends that ended with the kiss of your dreams. A nightly picnic on the hill overlooking all of Los Angeles, with the lights of the city as a backdrop and the melody of an old album playing in the car behind you as a soundtrack.
His face was illuminated by the light of the moon and his eyes shone with a light of their own, his smiling lips were surrounded by stains of sauce and his hand, the one not occupied by food, was holding yours tightly. Your cell phones were abandoned in the car and everything would have been even more perfect if bugs hadn't started invading your space. And a couple of laughs and ran later, his lips leaned against yours and the butterflies in your stomach started flying around, sending your head on tilt and your body shaking.
Sierra told you, a few days prior the night of your dreams, that he had a crush on Heather, but from the way he held you that night, you knew it wasn't true; there was no way his heart belonged to someone else, not when his eyes looked at you full of love and his arms hugged you so tightly, like they were built to hold you, just you.
You changed completely after you started dating, his habits became your habits and his world became your world.
You were no longer you, you were a new, happier, version of yourself.
Still, Heather was still in his head. Her opinion was important to him, as was her presence at every party. She was always around, dates or concerts, there was no way to have a sigh of relief. But Calum had reassured you multiple times, with his gestures and words, that he loved only you, that his heart was yours and that there was no reason to worry. She was always there, as was your boyfriend's love for you.
So what is Ashton talking about?
“Shut up.” That's all Calum says.
Why doesn't he tell Ashton he's wrong? Why did her name cause that reaction on his face?
“Do you think we can't see it? Cal, your heart beats only for Heather. Whatever you do, you always look around to make sure she is watching you. The way you kiss your girlfriend but worry that Heather is looking at you, the words you use, your body language always aimed at her. We are not blind or stupid, everyone has noticed it,” Ashton takes a deep sigh and gets up from the dresser, walking towards his best friend.
Your head starts spinning as Ashton's words make their way inside of you. The corridor walls get narrower and the darkness seems to suck you in, but you hold on to that little hope that Calum will defend you, that he'll say it's a lie and that you weren't that blind.
“Everyone except the girl who is sitting on the sofa downstairs and is impatiently waiting for the boyfriend she is madly in love with to come back to her.” He finishes the sentence and Calum turns back to him. The last words must have hit him deeply, as his eyebrows droop in a somber expression and his eyes lose their brilliance.
“I told Heather that I had feelings for her, that the way I looked at her was more than just a look between friends. But she knew that someone else had feelings for me and didn't want to interfere, she told me she had broken enough hearts and that someone else would have loved me in a better way,” Calum begins to tell as he frantically moves his hands to calm his anxiety. He paces back and forth around the room and doesn't dare to lift his eyes off the floor.
Ashton leans back against the dresser again as his ears listen carefully to every single word and his heart aches for the girl downstairs, unaware that you are only a few feet away and that your heart is getting stabbed with every word.
“And when I found out who had feelings for me, I thought that if I was with her, I would have made Heather jealous to the point that she would have changed her mind and would have loved me. And before I knew it, the situation got out of hand. I just wanted to be with Heather, but I needed to make her jealous and to let her know that she was losing me.”
The world seems to collapse on you as his words completely destroy your heart and every piece of it. He used you, he used your heart full of love as a game, as a tool to make the girl of his dreams jealous. Every kiss, every caress, every sweet word, was just a way to reach an end that was not yours. All your sacrifices, all the pieces of you that you gave him, all your love, it was all in vain.
He didn't care how you felt, how your sky got bluer and your days shone brighter since he came into your life. He only cared if Heather's days were darkening and if her heart was aching for him. You looked at him with eyes full of love and joy, but his eyes looked at her, in all her perfection.
In your head there seems to be a jackhammer as every single moment of your relationship passes before your eyes, in this new light you notice how naive you have been, how everyone had noticed this staged show and how stupid you were for not noticing anything. His gaze was always turned towards her, for better or for worse, when his heart was beating hard or not beating at all.
And as the walls tighten around you and your body loses all its energy, your lungs can’t breathe and you know there is nothing good left for you anymore.
You try to move but moving your legs seems impossible, the floor is sucking you in and in a burst you move backwards, hitting the glass next to you and making it fall to the ground, causing a small noise that echoes in the silence of your pain.
Less than a second later, the door to the room in front of you swings open and Ashton looks at you in surprise, before awareness makes its way into him and his eyes fill with pity towards you. The only thing you can look at, though, is Calum, the way his mouth opens wide and the way his heart seems to stop for a moment. He tries to say something, but his lips don't make a sound before, with eyes full of tears, you run away from there.
You almost stumble on the stairs, but you need to get out as soon as possible. Luke tries to talk to you, before the words get stuck in his throat as he sees who is running behind you. You grab the bag and the coat you threw on the sofa and storm outside. It doesn't take long for Luke to understand, a look in your eyes and he knows the truth is out and the pain they were trying to protect you from has reached you.
Everyone gets up and follows you outside, they don't know what to do but standing still isn't the solution, not when their friend's heart is so badly broken.
Even strangers follow you outside, so much hustle and bustle seems much more interesting than any song playing at that moment.
The night appears to be darker than usual as gray clouds cover the few stars in the sky. The cold hits your body violently, freezing the tears that are running down your face. Your head, your legs, your chest, everything seems to ache as you toss your things to the ground and put your hands on your face, before running them with a furious motion through your hair, hoping to relieve the seething anger in your veins.
How could you be so stupid?
How could you not see the way his gaze was lost in Heather's eyes?
How did you not notice anything?
But above all, with what courage did he lie to you?
How courageously did he sleep with you while he thought of her?
With what courage did he say he loved you while his heart belonged to her?
As you search for even a shred of meaning in everything that has happened, his voice makes its way into your ears and, for the first time, instead of feeling the warmth of home, you only hear the loud crack of breaking walls.
“I’m so sorry.”
You don't know what to do as you turn to him. You want to scream, cry, break everything. Your arms annoy you as you move them desperately, trying to relieve the pain, as your nails get into the palms of your hands. You grit your teeth as you try to find the strength to speak.
“You’re sorry? Sorry is not going to fix everything. You broke my heart, Calum. You played with my feelings. Are you happy now?” You scream as tears keep running down your face, your hands move up and down your arms, trying to give yourself some kind of comfort.
Calum's face expresses the pain he's feeling, but it's nothing compared to what he's done. He can see what he has caused from your eyes, now dull and disappointed, and he would like to be able to go back and avoid involving you in his little show to win the person he thought he loved.
He takes a step forward to try to calm you down, to tell you that he is sorry and that he will do anything to help you get over the pain he has caused you, but the way you walk back before his foot even touches the ground makes him realize that no word, no hug and no touch from him will help you, not anymore.
“Please, let me explain.” He whispers in a broken voice, reaching out and trying to have any kind of contact.
“Let you explain? I think you made it clear enough in there. You clearly said you used me to get to someone else. I don't think you can be any clearer than that.” Your voice has calmed down but is still very loud. A nervous smile forms on your face as you shake your head in disbelief, hoping it's all a bad joke.
You look behind him and you notice everyone's eyes on you, their looks are sad to see you so fragile and suffering and you don't know which humiliation is worse, if it was being used by the boy you loved or the looks full of pity from everyone those who knew, but who preferred to keep quiet and let you hurt yourself.
Heather is there, in front of you, a few meters away, her eyes don’t stop looking at you even for a second and a mix of emotions makes its way into your body as you see her there. You want to hate her, you want to run to her and scream at her for being so damn perfect, beautiful and loved by Calum.
But it's not her fault, you know you can't get mad at her if you're not what he wants. What is her fault? To exist? You can't condemn her for just being human.
She has always been kind to you, her intentions were never bad and, even though she might have feelings for him, she never put herself in the middle of the relationship.
You can’t blame her, Calum made a mistake, not her. And the thought of that hurts you even more.
Someone in the crowd yells “It's his loss!” but you know that he didn’t lose anything, maybe he even gained something, the possibility of being with her without having you around. But to you, it feels like you’ve lost your whole world. You lost all the kiss you shared, all the hands you’ve ever held and all the pieces of you you’ve given him.
“Have you ever loved me at some point? Or was it all completely fake?” You dare to ask, trying to find something positive, an excuse for loving him, certainty of not having wasted all of yourself all this time.
“I’m so sorry.” He answers, he’s too cowardly to say ‘no’, as tears fall down his face and a brief laughter comes out of your mouth in the irony of seeing him sad, after all he has done.
You can't do anything else but pick up the pieces of your broken heart and get as far away as possible from him, from everything that reminds you of the love you thought you shared.
“I don’t want your apology or your sympathy,” You say, pulling your hair behind your ears and running a hand under your eyes, removing the poured mascara and trying to get back to a decent look, to when your heart was intact, to when you were happy and to when a coward had not yet humiliated you.
You reach down to pick up the bag you threw and bite your lip to try to avoid crying again.
You will let it go once you get home, you’ll throw yourself under the covers and let go of all the pain, just like you used to do when you were younger and maybe, even after all this time, your father will come home to hold you again.
And in a few weeks, the world will turn again for you too and the pain will become less and less, until it disappears.
For now, however, you will have to pretend that you have the strength to go on, you will have to pretend that all this has touched you only partially, that his absence will not hurt so much.
Calum doesn't move as you walk towards the garden gate, everyone's gaze is locked on him, but you know he won't do anything to stop you. He doesn't deserve a second chance, he doesn't deserve to stop and apologize one last time.
Part of you hopes that he will have the opportunity to taste his own medicine, but deep down, as much as it hurts to admit it, you still love him and you wouldn’t want to see him suffer, you would never want something similar to happen to him, because his heart, the one you hate so much, does not deserve it.
What makes you even more angry is that you still love him. You hate the way you still feel butterflies walking past him and you hate even more the fact that a part of you hopes that tomorrow morning he will come home to apologize, bringing you your favorite breakfast and trying to remedy the pain he caused. But it won't happen, and all you can do is just go back to the old you, a part of you that no longer exists.
“I just want myself back.” That’s all you whisper and you know he has heard it. You turn around to look at him one last time and you see him looking back at you. The same pair of eyes where you used to find hope, now make you feel lost.
As the gate closes behind you, you start to feel like a broken record; the love you shared seems like your favorite song, the one you’ve listened to for so long that you can’t put on repeat anymore because, even though it gave you so much, you can’t help but feel nostalgic over a taste you don’t have anymore, a person you’re not anymore and, for as much as you want to listen to it again, you can do nothing but hate it as soon as the first notes start playing, crying at the sound that once made you feel so loved.
You loved Calum with your whole heart, you have fallen asleep to the sound of his voice many nights, you have put your hand through is hair so many times and you’ve learned all his favorite things, but you can’t help but feeling nauseous as you think about him, at the deep of his eyes - the one you used to get lost in, and at the smile that brightened his face - and your days.
Rain starts to fall down all around you, wetting your clothes and making a mess on your face, and you let every single drop running drown your face and body, hoping to remove all the traces of his love - or whatever it actually was - from you.
In seven years, all the cells of your body will be new and every piece of him that he gave you will be definitely gone, and your breaks a little more at the thought of it.
“And the tears come streaming down your face when you lose something you can’t replace. When you love someone but it goes to waste, could it be worse?”
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calumance · 4 years ago
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all of ur smuts are so good🥵so a prequel of before they went to that party,she was taking forever to tie her bikini bottoms and calum was asking her to hurry up so much until she was like coming over and being annoyed like "here do it yourself" and at first he tries not to be distracted but he's kissing up her thigh and playing with her core and she's like "didnt you want hurry up?"but he's just so in her.eating her out, making sure to document with some Polaroids, forgetting about the bikini😌
OOF THIS IS R RATED. You got me feelings things. 🥵🥵🥵
        Calum was laying on the bed, he had been ready for thirty minutes, but it took you thirty minutes for you to even decide what swim suit you wanted to wear. As much as you loved pool parties, putting on a swim suit was an experience that was never fun. You had sent pictures to Sierra asking which one looked better, but ultimately you chose the one that made you feel the lease insecure. “Are you almost ready?” Calum mumbled from the bed.
        You had tried to tie the strings on your swim bottoms about a thousand times, but every time it came undone. Frustrated, you held the strings in your fingers and walked out of the bathroom. “I can’t get the stupid strings to stay tied.” Your fingers fumbled with the strings again and even though you pulled the bow tight, it still felt too loose.
        “Baby, we’re going to be late if you don’t hurry.” Calum said, lifting himself so he was leaning on his elbows.
        A frustrated sigh fell from your chest as you untied the strings, “Fine, will you tie this then?” You took a few steps closer to Calum and held the string between your fingers.
        Calum lifted an eyebrow as his eyes traveled over your bare legs, stopping at your hip where the strings should be sitting. He licked his lips and sat up and reached forward. Instead of grabbing the strings of your swim suit, his fingertips gently rested on your knee. You took a breath as his fingertips grazed over your skin as they ran up your thigh. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you closer to him. As he tugged you closer to him, you dropped the strings and laced your fingers into his hair. His hands rounded your hips and to your butt. His lips grazed over your stomach and started to drift lower. “I thought you said we needed to hurry, Cal.” You whispered as you tugged on his hair.
        “No more taking.” He said as if he were hypnotized. His lips continued to travel lower as he unraveled the strings on the other side of your swim bottoms. Your breath hitched in your chest as he pulled them off and tossed them to the side. Calum readjusted his position and tugged you closer to him, his lips attached to your bare center. A surprised moan escaping your chest.
        Calum wrapped his arms around your legs and lifted you enough that he could lay back, but continue to keep his mouth attached to you. Your knees rested on the bed on either side of his head, your fingers still twisted in his hair. His tongue flicked in a way that made your body tingle and your jaw fall. “Calum,” You managed to choke out, “We’re going to be late.” He responded by dipping his tongue inside you. A guttural moan coming out.
        In one fluid motion, Calum pushed you over and rolled over so he was hovering on top of you. A smirk pulled at the side of his lips as his eyes traveled over your body. “I like this swim suit on you.” His eyes connected with yours and his smile grew. “Stay right here.” He climbed off the bed, leaving you to lay on the bed bare and needing more of him.
        As he walked away, you bit your lip, catching a glimpse of the front of Calum’s shorts becoming tighter. When Calum came back, he held his polaroid camera in his hands. You pulled your eyebrows together and pushed yourself up to your elbows, “What are you going to do with that?” You asked eyeing the camera.
        Calum looked at it and smirked, then looked back at you. “Just want it for documentation.” He held the camera to his eye and pointed the camera at you. Instincts kicked in and you covered yourself just as he took the picture. Calum pulled the picture from the front of the camera and shook it before tossing it to the bed. “You don’t have to cover yourself,” He started and he placed his knees on the bed, “The only person who’s going to see these pictures are me.” His eyes traced over your body and he rolled his hands into fists, fighting the need to press them onto your skin.
        He didn’t resist long, he used his free hand to press into your hip as he bit his lip and stared at your bare core. You sat up all the way and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his. He took a breath in and placed the camera on the bed next to you so he could press his other hand to your center. His fingers teased your entrance as you ducked your fingers under his shirt and started to ball it in your fingers to lift it over his head. Just as his fingers dipped inside of you, you pulled away from his lips to discard of his shirt and let out a quiet groan. You held onto his wrist as you ground your hips into his palm. He watched you writhe against his fingers before he grabbed the camera and took another picture.
        After he dropped the camera to the bed, he pulled his fingers out of your hot core and placed them in his mouth. You watched him as your breath became labored, you needed him, and you needed him now. “Cal, I need you.” You said as you moved closer to him and hovered your lips over his.
        He gasped when your cold finger ducked into his pants and wrapped around his erection. “Fuck,” he whispered as he closed his eyes. As soon as he discarded his pants, you wrapped your hand back around his length and eyed the camera. Without letting go of him, you reached for the camera and snapped a picture.
        Hearing the sound of the polaroid printing, Calum opened his eyes and looked at you with confusion. “Don’t I get a picture to look at too?” You said with a smirk. Calum’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as his head tilted back, his hands resting on your thighs but quickly moving towards your core again. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his neck, and then up to his jaw. “I want you inside me.” You whispered in his ear, a growl leaving his chest. When he opened his eyes and looked into yours, his pupils were utterly blown with lust. Before you could take a breath, Calum pushed you back against the bed and pressed himself into you. Almost immediately the thought of being late to the party being the last thing on your mind.
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nanibanner · 3 years ago
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Pull me closer~ C.H
Calum Hood x Reader
Mention of female pronouns
Summary: Calum likes it when Y/n pulls him closer.
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“Come on let get out we’ve been home all day,” Calum mumbles into your neck. You two had been in bed all day long, cuddling.
“Fine, but how would you get a reservation in less than 2 hours?” you ask, checking your watch.
“Baby, I'm Calum fucking Hood. I'll get a reservation in no time.
He kept his promise, he had gotten a reservation at a restaurant by the name of “The Little Door”
“I think we should get ready, yeah?” He asks running a hand through your hair, you nod untangling your legs.
You both shower and put together your best outfits together for your date.
You made your way downstairs, where Calum was waiting.
“Wo-Wow you look hot,” Calum breathed out, his eyes racked your body.
Your outfit was on point, and your hair was styled to perfection.
“Not so bad yourself, Calum,” he giggles to himself, happy that you like his outfit. You guys ubered to the restaurant.
Dinner went great, the food was delicious, and you and Calum even enjoyed a glass of wine.
Calum had made his way outside the restaurant. You trailed behind him, he lit a cigarette putting it to his lips, blowing the smoke out of his mouth. He crouches down blowing out the smoke again. Calum stands up.
He reaches for your hand, you interlock your fingers with his.
He drops the cigarette on the floor, stomping on it.
He pulls you towards him, dropping your hand to run his hands up and down your back.
“Pull me closer,” Calum whispers you pull him in for a kiss, his head dips down making the kiss more passionate.
He pulls away from the kiss, both of you were panting from all that action.
“That was awesome,” he giggles pushing a stray hair away from your face.
“I love you, C,” you whisper laying your head on his chest.
“Love you too,” he smiles placing his hand on your lower back, “lets go home, yeah?” he asks.
Next Day
Calum Hood and girlfriend Y/n Y/L/N get steamy on the streets of LA
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Written by Alex Cameron
Calum Hood and his longtime girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, were caught up in the moment outside of the restaurant “The Little Door”
In the first photo, Calum is seen smoking a cigarette, while Y/n waits for Calum.
In the second photo is Calum showing his love for young actress. The couple is seen sharing a steamy kiss on the streets of LA.
The couple looks happy as hell and it seems that they might be taking the next step in their relationship.
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glitter505 · 6 years ago
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Stop Apologising (Calum Hood)
Hi guys, got a Cal pic for you, idk if I wanna write a part 2 for this just yet, but if you want it lemme know.
Based on this request:  was thinking maybe an imagine where calum and her are in uni and she’s majoring in international relations and gets picked to go abroad for a semester to help a developing country and calum is like mad about it and SHE COMES BACK ANDS ITS LIKE AJDNDJD THEY MEET AGAIN AND HE REGRETS BEING SO RUDE OR WHATEVE PLEASE
This request has been sitting in my notes for AGES (I’m sorry to the anon who requested it) and I’ve only had inspiration for it now! (Cal also isn't in much of this so i probably will make a part 2 for this with maybe some soft smut)
Warnings: Swearing
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“Look, it’s only for a semester.” You screamed across your dorm room watching as Calum pulled at his hair in frustration. 
“I know it’s only a fucking semester but you could have at least told me you were leaving!” He shouted back, his voice hoarse from the screaming match that had gone on for well over an hour. 
“Nothing was-“
“I know nothing was certain but we’ve been together two years and you didn’t think that I might want to know you’d be away in Iran for four fucking months.” 
“Look, I’m going and if you don’t want to be here when I get back then that’s fine.”
The memories of the last time you and Cal spoke whirled through your head throughout the taxi ride back to your University house. As much as you still loved Cal the way he’d reacted to your semester away still left the seed of resentment rooted in your mind. You just couldn’t wrap your head around the way the situation had panned out, you’d never had tried to stop him from chasing his dreams like he had with you. But then again you had kept him in the dark about it until the day before you left.
You took in a sharp inhale as your taxi pulled up outside your house and the driver began unloading your bags. “Thanks.” You smiled flatly as you begrudgingly paid the driver and stepped out, throwing your backpack on your back and pushed the door open, cringing as the rusted metal scraped together. 
You barged your front door open with your shoulder, immediately allowing your heavy back pack to slide off of your shoulders and thump onto the hard-wood floor. Your housemate Frankie poked her head out of the door at the commotion squealing as soon as she saw you stood in the lounge. “You’re back!” She exclaimed as she ran through your apartment and pulled you in for a hug. “Right get ready, we’re going out for drinks and I want to hear all about it.” 
As exhausted as you were from travelling you couldn’t stand being in the same apartment you’d broken up with Cal in just four months earlier, the air still felt thick and heavy with sadness. “Sure, what should I wear?” You asked, pushing a reluctant smile onto your face. 
“Well, I was thinking we could go to the new Italian that opened while you were away.” Frankie smiled knowing how much you loved pasta. “So like, jeans and a nice top.”
You nodded your head, looking forward to binging on your favourite cuisine after months of craving it. And the thought of getting a little dressed up ignited excitement inside you; after spending the past four months in loose fitting clothes, with your hair covered out of respect for the Iranian culture it would be nice to apply a little makeup and style your hair nice.
You hopped in the shower enjoying the feeling of the warm water washing away the residual tension from your flight. Your fingers massaged your shampoo into your scalp as you thought back to before you’d gone away. Of course you regretted leaving the country with any animosity towards Cal, it left an agonising veil hanging over your whole trip when you’d return to your hotel room every evening with no one to call and gush about the amazing things you’d seen. The bitter truth was you were still in love with Calum, even now, and no matter how hard you tried push your feelings down, accept that you were no longer a couple, the thought of him smiling at you with those deep brown eyes rose into your mind and sent a flutter into your heart.
You shut the water off, scrunching your eyes together as your tears mingled with the water droplets gliding down your face. You grabbed the fluffy, purple towel you’d thrown over the brim of the sink and pressed it to your eyes, as you pulled yourself together. You wrapped the towel around your body and exited the bathroom into your bedroom. You quickly dried your body and changed into some clean underwear before flinging your wardrobe doors open and rifling through the hangers draped in clothes. Overwhelming was the only word you could think of as you looked through the overflowing rail of fabric. After months of coping with a few select outfits the pressure of choosing your clothing overwhelmed you massively. 
“Frankie!” You called through your apartment as you poked your head through the door, giggling to yourself as she emerged into the lounge one half of her face made-up, dressed in the silk robe Luke, her boyfriend had brought for her.
“You okay?” She asked with a worried frown on her face, clearly oblivious to you being stood in your underwear.
“Yeah, just need a little help deciding what to wear.” You smiled as she followed you into your room. “‘M gonna wear these,” You pulled out your favourite pair of blue wash mom jeans, “Just don’t know what to wear them with.” 
Frankie pondered for a second, her index finger tapping against her lips as she looked into the mess which was your wardrobe. “Oh!” She exclaimed as she ran back towards her room, returning with an emerald green camisole in her hand. “This would look perfect.” 
You took it from her, your fingers fiddling with the lacy neckline. A bra would definitely be out of the question, you thought, as you noticed the spaghetti straps. “Thanks.” You nodded as she left the room.
“You’re welcome. Will you be ready to leave by 6?” She asked as she stopped in your doorway.
You nodded, “Yeah, I just need to get changed and throw some makeup on.” 
“Okay, fab.” She grinned as she continued padding back to her room. 
Once she was gone, you pulled your jeans over your legs, surprised to see they buttoned up a little easier than they did before your trip, before unclasping your bra and pulling the cami over your head. You studied yourself in the full-length mirror attached to the outside of your wardrobe and tucked the cami into the jeans. You felt good. The outfit accentuated your figure and the green of Frankie’s top looked beautiful next to your skin tone. 
You quickly applied a think layer of makeup, wanting the healthy glow your skin had picked up in Iran to shine through. “You ready to go?” Frankie smiled as you flicked the mascara wand through your lashes. 
“Yep.” You grinned as you fastened the cap back on and zhushed your hair up before spritzing yourself with your signature perfume and grabbing your purse.
The restaurant was as amazing as Frankie had made it out to be; fairy lights were strung from the ceiling, small candles adorned the table, the bare brick walls contrasted perfectly with the distressed wood tabled. And the food was to die for. You sat opposite Frankie as she tucked into her risotto, a bottle of wine rested in a metal cooler beside you as you poured yourself a glass. 
“So you never told me how your semester away was.” Frankie smiled as she took a sip of her wine to wash down her food.
“Oh Frankie, it was amazing!” You gushed through a mouth full of your pasta. You swallowed the food quickly, taking a sip of your own rosé, careful not to drink too much as you’d been living in a dry country for four months and your body was no longer accustomed to the effects of alcohol. “It was so beautiful and the people are so friendly. And the history is so fascinating, you could be there for a lifetime and there would still be new things to see.”  
Frankie smiled as you enthused about your time away and she couldn’t have been more proud of you. She’d met you on the first day of university two and a half years ago; she was a few years older than you and decided to approach you. You’d been as timid as a mouse back then and wouldn’t say boo to a goose; and looking at the woman you’d evolved into now caused her heart to swell with pride. You were travelling the world, doing what you wanted to do. “I’m so proud of you.” She squeaked as she grabbed your hand, receiving a bashful ‘stop’ from you, the shy girl who you came to university still poking through. 
“So have you called Cal to tell him you’re back?” She asked, completely unaware of what had gone down before you’d left.
The colour drained from your face as you downed the rest of your wine. “Didn’t I tell you?” You asked.
“Tell me what?”
“Cal and I broke up before I left.” You confessed watching Frankie as an unreadable expression flashed across her face. 
“What?! Why?” She exclaimed, her voice booming above the indistinct chatter of the restaurant. You sunk down into your chair avoiding a few fleeting stares from other customers in the room but most of all to avoid Frankie’s eyes boring into you. 
“We had a huge argument before I left and I said some things I really regret now.” You confessed, pouring yourself another glass of wine; and judging by the look Frankie was giving you, you were gonna need it.
“What happened?” She asked consciously trying to lower her voice. 
You frowned slightly, not wanting to live that night out again. “I didn’t, uh, tell him I was going away for the semester until the night before.” 
“You didn’t tell him?” She whisper-shouted as you cringed in your seat.
“I know it was stupid of me. But my visa only came in the day before I was supposed to leave so nothing was certain. It all just sort of escalated from there.” You smiled feebly, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You knew you should’ve told him before but by keeping it to yourself you could believe that you didn’t have to be without him for a semester.
“Oh, Y/N.” Frankie smiled at you sympathetically, taking your hand in hers. “Are you gonna reach out to him?” 
You sighed, the million dollar question was whether he’d actually talk to you. 
“I don’t know.” You muttered as you pushed your food around your plate, the pasta you’d found so delicious ten minutes ago now made you feel like you were going to throw up. 
You were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t notice Frankie checking her phone, Luke had messaged her saying that the apartment was ready for the two of you to come back to. Her fingers were quick on the screen as she typed out, is calum there?. Her fingers picked at the curled edges of her screen protector as the three dots appeared as the side of her screen. 
yeah, we literally had to drag him here though x
Nerves settled in Frankie’s stomach as she shoved her phone into her bag. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. “Want me to grab the cheque?” She asked, drawing your attention.
“Are you sure?” You asked, seeing food still on her plate.
“Course.” She nodded towards you as the waiter approached your table. 
By the time the two of you were climbing the stairs to your apartment whatever had gone down at the restaurant was long forgotten and you were back to your usual selves. Although, you could tell the wine had obviously began to make home in your system and you were starting to feel a little giddy.
“Bare with.” Frankie giggled as she began fiddling with her keys, trying to find one that unlocked the front door amongst the one you didn’t even know what they were for. 
“Let me.” You chuckled taking the keys from her hand and pushing the right one into the lock and pushing the slightly stiff door into the lock.
A chorus of “Surprises” caused you to jump out of your skin as you entered the threshold of your lounge. The keys dropped to the floor with a crash as you scanned the room which was filled with your friends from university and ‘welcome home’ banners and balloons. 
“Oh my God.” You squeaked, your hands covering your mouth as you scanned the grinning faces staring back at you, until you reached the pair of brown eyes you were most anxious to see. They were boring into you making it impossible to look away. 
“So what d’ya think?” Frankie grinned from behind you, your reaction making her jump for joy. 
You were speechless as you turned around and pulled her into a warm hug. “I can’t believe you did this.” You whispered into her ear completely in awe of how she kept this a secret, usually Frankie blabbed whatever secret she found out within five minutes of knowing it. 
You released her from your grasp, leaving her side to greet and mingle with party goers until you realised there was one person you hadn’t spoken to and he was nowhere to be found. You frowned, looking through the hoards of people in your apartment, eyes focussing on his group of friends but he still wasn’t there. You shook your head knowing exactly where he’d be. You quietly wandered into your room and closed the door silently behind you, the curtains billowing at the end of the room immediately catching your attention. 
You pulled your boots off and padded across the room and climbed through the window onto the metal grated floor of the fire escape below. The metal froze your feet as you stepped along the walk-way until you reached the stairs. “Thought you’d be out here.” Your voice was smaller than you were expecting, you were almost surprised when Cal tilted his head up to look at you, the smoke from his cigarette drifting from between his plump lips. “Budge up.”
Cal silently slid along the stair, leaving enough room for you to perch down next to him. “I’m sorry.” You breathed, “About everything. I was so stupid for not telling you and not calling and I know we can’t go back to how we used to be but-”
“Stop. Stop apologising.” He said, his large hand interlocking his fingers with yours, his thumb gently rubbing against the gold ring he’d brought you for your first anniversary, the one you hadn’t taken off throughout your entire semester away. “You were a massive dick for not telling me you were going.” He stated, laughing as you pulled your hands away from his. “But, my feelings for you haven’t changed.”
Your eyes turned up to look at him to find his gazing down at you longingly. “Mine haven’t about you either.” A sheepish smile grazed across your mouth. “So where do we go from here?”
“I mean, you haven’t told me about your semester abroad yet, so we can start with that.” 
A giggle escaped your lips as your lips as you stood from the cold metal steps, holding your hand out for Cal to take. “I’ll tell you everything one we’re back inside in the warm because it’s freezing out here.”
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