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puckerupmikey · 9 years ago

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A/N: I know I’m late but still wanted to post this tonight. Super fluffy Christmas thing with hubby Luke. Hope it’s not too cheesy. For @anarchyaustralia and @lukebug‘s blurb night.

It is a cozy and quiet night, a night of joy and togetherness, the grandest night of the year—Christmas Eve. Luke and you have decided to keep things simple this year. There are no elaborate travel plans up to a snowy cabin, nor any large gatherings. Both of you agreed it would be best if your family stayed at home this holiday season. It made sense, seeing as you are much too large to fly anywhere—about seven months along in the pregnancy of your second child. A girl this time.

Besides, you would rather just enjoy being in the presence of the ones you love most and count all the humble blessing in life.

Luke has lit up the fireplace, setting a warm glow in the room, as the sky outside falls completely dark. Decorations are modest, but festive nonetheless. A line of silver tinsel hangs along the border of the ceiling. And the Christmas tree stands tall, shimmering with golden lights, topped with a sparkling star. Hanging from its branches are hand-crafted ornaments you had made with your four year old son a few days ago. He had been so persistent in making them, wanting to “make enough to decorate a hundred thousand trees.” Underneath the tree lie his presents that Luke’s family had dropped off yesterday. Ever since then, your boy has been eyeing them hungrily, more than ready to find out what’s inside.

“Please?” he begs with wide puppy eyes, something he got from his father. “I can’t wait anymore!”

“You know the rules,” you remind the eager beaver. “No presents until Christmas morning.”

“Aww, not even the small one from Grammy?” he pouts.

“Nope. Sorry buddy,” Luke chuckles, remembering himself how torturous it was to wait by the presents as a kid. He notices the small pout on his son’s lips and can’t help but feel a bit bad. Sympathetic to the child’s impatience, Luke pats his own lap, inviting his son up. “Why don’t you come and sit here with me, Mommy, and your baby sister? We can all wait for Santa together. How does that sound?”

Perking up a bit, your little man decides to join and sits in Luke’s lap, while patting your swollen belly. There’s a hint of dimples as a smile cracks on his face when the baby kicks and by now he’s forgotten all about the gifts. It puts you at ease knowing how sweet of a big brother your son will be. Of course he is still has no concept of how the baby could even be in your stomach. But he seems thrilled, often chatting with your bump and offering to help his dad make you ice cream sundaes when the cravings struck.

As the night crawls on and the fire begins to slowly die out, you can see your son’s eye lids grow heavier. He is sprawled out across your lap, using Luke’s as a pillow. Your husband gently strokes the child’s messy hair and soon enough, with the comforting touch, he begins to fall asleep. Luke takes in the peaceful sight, still seeing his boy as the infant he carried home in his arms a few years ago.

“I can still remember his first Christmas,” your husband says softly, taking your hand in his. “Now we have another on the way. Things couldn’t be more perfect.”

Flashing him an agreeing smile, you notice the clock strike midnight. You place one hand behind his neck, the other tracing along his jaw like you always do. In his eyes is the same look as the very first kiss. As you lean in, he meets you tenderly, his lips brushing up against yours. Fingers ghost over one another, until they meet and intertwine. And lips never part. Not even when you whisper.

“Merry Christmas, Luke.”

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lukehemigs-blog · 9 years ago

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it matters how this ends {c.h}

A/N: first of all, i would like to give a lil s/o to my main MAIZEY (@irwinsfletcher) for showing me the song and giving me the idea to write this because i JUSt LOVE DYING!!!! and second of all, please forgive me because this isn’t my best work, i was just rly excited to get it done so it’s kind of rUS Hed and the ending is SHIT but u understand what i’m getting at ok!!! third of all: my most sincerest apologies for not writing smut, i could not do calum justice n i don’t need to publicly humiliate myself ok!!! enjoy :-)

words: approx. 2770 song: all i ask - adele pairing: yn/calum

“If this is my last night with you hold me like I'm more than just a friend give me a memory I can use take me by the hand while we do what lovers do it matters how this ends cause what if I never love again?”

You still couldn’t believe Calum was going through with it.

When he’d first originally told you, you dissolved into a fit of laughter. There was no way he could do it. He was Calum. The boy you grew up with. The boy you shared your first kiss with (even though it didn’t really count, it was a dare and a pretty shitty kiss, if you had to admit it… then again, you were what, four? Who could blame you.) He was the boy who would pick you up every day after school and take you to the local servo to get slushies and a bag of chips. Calum was your confidant and your soulmate, even if you weren’t dating and the idea never even came up. The community knew this as well, as it was never just Calum Hood or Y/N Y/L/N. It was Calum and Y/N or Y/N and Calum — two peas in a pod.

When it set in that the raven haired boy wasn’t joking, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach and your eyes quickly became blurry with tears that weren’t from laughing. Calum had just stood there with a solemn face and tried to reason with you, reaching out to capture you in a tight hug. However, you were too quick for the six foot giant and had already started for your car, leaving him standing in the middle of the park with two half full slushies and a bag of untouched Doritos.

It was 7:05pm on a Sunday, approximately a week and a half after Calum had told you the news, and according to his Twitter, it was his last night in the city. Your phone was full of texts from the boy, from “where are you” to “y/n we need to talk about this”. Not to mention your answering machine, which was quickly racking up minute long speeches from the boy who literally lived ten steps over in the small house beside yours. It wasn’t like he’d tried to come over, however. You knew that Calum was smart enough to know you wouldn’t answer the door if he knocked, and your parents knew better than to let him in when you specifically told them not to. So, it was no wonder he’d stuck to the phone.

Your eyes drifted off to the street as you sat on your front porch, the streetlights slowly flickering on one by one as the hazy summer night cloaked the city in darkness. Calum’s driveway was empty, signifying his parents weren’t home — but according to his bedroom light, he was. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you wavered the idea of going over — you knew you needed to, that if you didn’t, you’d regret it forever, especially if he never came home. But God, you didn’t want to. Just the sight of him would make you fall apart, and that wasn’t the way you wanted to leave things with him.

After another solid ten minutes of debating and self-arguing, you sucked in a deep breath and heaved yourself off the slab of concrete you called a porch, beginning your small journey to the house next door. The moment the pads of your bare feet hit the pavement of his driveway, you regretted even moving in the first place. But you’d made it that far, so there really wasn’t any turning back.

Your knuckles collided with the door with quick, rapid knocks and you stood back, the lump in your throat growing while you awaited Calum’s arrival. Of course, on any other day it’d take the boy mere seconds of hurl himself down the stairs to retrieve you, but now, it seemed painfully long. Then the familiar loud thumps, however, echoed from inside and the hallway light flicked on, the door opening.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes collided with Calum’s bright, familiar, coffee coloured ones and a wave of relief washed over you, the familiarity and normality of the situation easing the queasiness in your stomach. The feeling didn’t last long though, for when your eyes travelled up to his hair, you noticed the flattop haircut he’d recently received and everything came rushing back. It wasn’t normal. None of this was normal. It was never going to be normal again.

“You can’t go.” You whispered, your voice so quiet you could barely even hear yourself. Calum, however, managed to pick it up. The boy was known to have selective hearing when it came to certain situations, but you knew for a fact he’d be all ears now. Plus, it wasn’t like he had the hair to block out any noise anymore. He barely had any hair at all.

“Y/N…” Calum sighed, his hands going up to lock behind his head. Unknowingly, his biceps bulged, looking like they were going to rip right down the seams. “It’s already done.”

“No.” You grunted through gritted teeth, your breaths coming out harsher than before. “No. You… You can still go back and cancel your application. You can withdraw your services. You can tell them you made a very, very stupid mistake and that you’re thankful they considered you. You’re not going.”

“It doesn’t work like that, Y/N,” he replied, the strain in his voice telling you he was struggling to keep his temperature under control. “It’s taken months of planning and paperwork — I’m not… No.”

“So, what, you’re just… you’re going to leave me here? You’re just going to leave me and your parents and your sister and Luke and Michael and Ashton here?” You snapped with venom dripping from your voice, it quickly seeping into Calum’s brain. “Just like that? Did you even think to ask us?”

“It’s not your fucking decision!” Calum yelled back, the veins in his neck becoming prominent from the strain. “It’s my life, Y/N. I can choose what I can and cannot do with it.”

“So you choose to enroll in the fucking army?” You roared, saying the word for the first time out loud. You drew in a sharp breath that mirrored a gasp as you looked at Calum with a clouded vision, knowing the tears that you wanted to hold back were now going to start leaking. It wasn’t real until you said it. Even though he had the haircut and the camo duffle bag laying on the floor behind him, it wasn’t real. Not until now.

“Y/N,..” Calum’s voice was as smooth as silk, like a melody to your ears as you stood and stared at him with the tears rolling down your cheeks. You were frozen in your spot with your hands gripped into tight fists. You swore your nails were about to rip through the skin, you were squeezing so hard.

“Y—You can’t go. You — You can’t just… just leave me here. You can’t do that. Okay? You can’t go… go making these fucking life altering decisions without me! I’m your fucking common sense, for Christ’s sake! We’ve known this s—since we were 8 when you wanted to go hunting for fucking kangaroos!” You cried, jabbing your finger at him. “You promised me you’d never leave me, Calum. You promised me, and now you’re breaking it and I can’t even be fucking mad because you could die out there and I—I—I…” Your hands flew to your mouth as if you were going to catch the sob that rocked through your body, the sound loud and ugly and full of pain.

Calum lurched forward in an instant, his arms coiling around you like a rope as you tried to fight him off, your small fists colliding with his chest that only now you were realizing was rock hard. The army was already beginning to change him and he hadn’t even left yet, and that was what scared you the most.

Eventually, Calum managed to get you inside and into his room, where you both collapsed into your known spot to cuddle which was on his futon. It wasn’t like when you were younger however, as his feet now hung off the end and it was a tight squeeze. Nonetheless, it did the job, which was keeping both of you comfortable and warm.

You’d calmed down considerable after a solid hour of straight sobbing, staining Calum’s black flannel with your tears. It was obvious the boy didn’t mind, as he sat and ran his fingers through your hair and rubbed your lower back throughout your episode. His voice, although soothing and calming, just continued to remind you that it would be something you wouldn’t hear again for months, maybe even a year — or maybe never again.

Breathing deeply, you pushed yourself up so you were sitting upright on the futon and Calum followed suit, glancing down at the mess on his shirt that you’d managed to make in the short hour you cried.

“Sorry,” you laughed out with a breath, using your sweater to wipe off the “waterproof” mascara (that’d obviously failed you) from under your eyes. With your regained composure, you dared to look at Calum, noticing he was already looking at you with the stupid, stupid goofy smile that you’d fallen in love with over the years. “What?”

“Nothing.” He replied, looking towards the floor with an expression you couldn’t exactly read.

“What.. What time do you leave tomorrow?” You asked after a few seconds, picking at a loose thread hanging from the blanket under you. Calum adjusted himself and leaned his head back against the wall, his hands resting gently on his stomach. This was how it’d used to always be — Calum laying on the futon (or technically, the bed), you sitting up usually with a book in your hands as you’d read him the chapter of a story he’d have due in English the next day. That, or you’d be reading a book to yourself as he slept after returning from soccer practice, sweating, smelly, and sore.

“6am sharp.” He replied bluntly, mimicking a man of authority. You could only guess it was his captain (Is that what they even called the boss man? You had no idea).

“Wow.”

“Tell me about it.” He bit his lip and waved his hand, signalling for you to return to him. “C’mere.”

“I’ve already ruined your shirt enough,” you laughed, flashing a sad smile. “And besides, it’s getting late. You’ll want to get a good sleep before you… leave.”

“Y/N, it’s my last night. I get to decide what to do with it. Now get down here and cuddle with me before I make you.” Calum flashed his toothy grin again and you rolled your eyes, crawling on all fours before you reached the position that would be most comfy.

“You should be spending this night with your parents,” you grunted in response, plopping your head down on his chest so hard you swore you cracked a rib, “… not me.”

“They’re driving me to the airport tomorrow, I’ll have time with them then.” Was his response, quiet and calculated. “Plus, I want to spend it with you.” He drew silent for a moment and then gulped, as if he was trying to figure out how to word what he wanted to say. “I was actually afraid that you wouldn’t end up, you know, answering one of my hundreds of calls… That I’d have to scale the side of your house like I used to just to get you to talk to me.”

“You’d break the drainpipe if you did that.” You snorted at the thought, your eyes trained on Calum’s large, warm hand that had encased yours. The room fell silent again before you decided to speak. “M’gonna miss you, you know.”

“I know,” Calum replied with a teasing tone, earning him an elbow to the ribs. “Ouch! Fuck off. You know I’ll miss you too.”

You let out a groan and pushed yourself up and over him, holding your body above the boy with your arms as you pressed your forehead to his. “I’m serious, Calum.”

Calum drew quiet then, his eyes trained on yours as you looked down at him. He was analyzing your face, the concentration written in the way his eyebrows were slightly pulled together. It was almost as if he was trying to take a mental picture of you, so he could remember you when you weren’t around.

“I know.” He finally replied, his voice so soft, you barely heard it. The room slowly grew quiet, only the sound of your shallow breaths and the fan above keeping it from being silent. Calum continued to stare at you and you at him, and then suddenly he was speaking again. “Y/N, I need… I need to do something before I go. I’ll regret it if I don’t.”

Your heart stopped as you continued to look at him, slightly nodding your head as your breaths grew even more shallow when Calum’s eyes travelled down your face towards your lips. You knew what was coming, and you could admit you wanted it to happen, just not under these circumstances.

It was like time stood still the moment the boy underneath you began to lean in, and the second his lips touched yours, the world faded out. He was hesitant at first, testing the waters as you slowly lowered your body onto his and your hands reaching to tangle your fingers in the hair he didn’t have. His hands slowly dragged up your sides, skimming underneath your t-shirt to land on the small of your back. Suddenly nothing mattered. Nothing was wrong. It was just Calum, Calum, Calum. Your thoughts were clouded with him, the feeling of his teeth catching your bottom lip, the feeling of his hands gripping your sides to pull you closer. In just those few short moments, Calum managed to intoxicate you more than any amount of alcohol ever would.

“Can we just… just have… one perfect night.” Calum managed to get out between leaving marks on your neck, now pinning you to the bed since you had somehow managed to switch positions. You barely got out a reply as you nodded, reaching for the buttons on the shirt that eventually, you’d call yours.

~~ lmao i can’t write smut 4 the life of me and i definitely would not b able to do calum justice so pls use ur imagination or go read some smut or smthn bc… i can’t do it rip i’m sry i kno i let y’all down ~~

Your eyes cracked open and stared at the blurry red numbers on the alarm clock beside Calum’s futon, struggling to focus and read the numbers “3:00am.” Your heart dropped at the sight, knowing that in only three hours, the boy laying beside you would be gone. He wouldn’t be safe anymore. He wouldn’t be your Calum anymore.

Just then realizing the feeling of one of Calum’s muscular arms draped across your back, you bit your lip and swallowed hard, slowly moving it away so it was no longer in contact with your body. You silently slide off the futon and struggled to find your clothes in the dark, groping at bunches of clothes on the floor until you managed to find your shorts and the shirt Calum had been wearing prior to your engagements. You glanced back at Calum and felt the tears shoot to your eyes as you blinked them away, fighting off the urge to just crawl back under the covers with him for another short three hours. But you wouldn’t, of course, because then you would have to suffer through the painful sight of watching Calum get up and get dressed in his uniform. You’d have to walk him to the door, kiss him goodbye for the last time, and witness him climb into his parents car, still just a young boy. It’d be the last time you’d see Calum as your Calum, and even then, he wouldn’t be if he was dressed as a solider.

Very carefully, you stood up from the futon and swallowed back the tears, leaning over to gently press your lips to Calum’s exposed temple. He rustled slightly but then sighed, signifying he was still in a deep, peaceful sleep. Probably the last one he’d get in who knows how long. You glanced down at the boy who looked so tiny sleeping in his bed, and through the silent tears that rolled down your cheeks, whispered the three words you’d always longed to say… “I love you.”

And then you were gone. And soon enough, so was he.

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