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lil13 · 10 months ago
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pov: you and calum have been best friends for nearly 20 years, feelings for each other arrived about a year ago. so, after not seeing your best friends for over a year, you plan a visit to surprise them.
warnings: some language (that’s literally it, it is all fluff)
“Are you sure it’s okay?” You spoke into your phone as you walked down the streets of Sydney.
It was late-afternoon and you’d finished a day of school a couple hours prior, you taught a music class for the older kids at the school you’d once attended. You’d just finished a term for school and about to have an over two week break.
“Of course it is!” Crystal’s perky voice flooded the speaker, “I wouldn’t have planned this with you for the past month or so if it wasn’t, Y/N.”
She was right, there’s no way the plan would’ve gotten this far if it wasn’t plausible for you to join the boys for the last couple stops of tour. You’d grown up with the boys of 5 seconds of summer, attending school with them when you all were young. While they’d gone off to become a world-famous band, you finished your schooling and then went off to America for university.
Luckily for you, you’d chosen a university in Los Angeles, keeping you around the boys when they lived in the city between tours and while they wrote albums. But then, after graduation, you returned to Sydney, knowing that being a music teacher at your school was what you’d always wanted to do. There was no amount of protests from the boys that would stop you, you’d made your mind up.
You were always very sure of every decision you made and once you’d made your mind up there was no changing it. And they knew that.
“The boys are coming off stage at any minute now so we need to make this quick, but when does your flight get in?” Crystal had successfully confused you, then it clicked, you’d forgotten about time zones. It was late-afternoon in Sydney, but nearly midnight the night before in Los Angeles.
You let out a breathy laugh, “11:00 on the 23rd.” Which was tomorrow for you, but two days from now for them.
“Perfect! Love you, thank you.”
And the call was over.
You couldn’t believe it, you were essentially only a plane ride away from seeing your boys.
“They’re going to lose their shit.” Crystal laughed as she drove down the interstate.
You were nearly at the venue where the boys were rehearsing for their show that night and couldn’t stop shaking. It had been well over a year since you’d seen any of them in person. Your communication had never lacked though, especially with Calum.
Calum Hood was your best friend in the entire world. It didn’t matter how close you got to any of your friends, Calum would always rank higher. The two of you would do anything for each other.
And maybe that’s why neither of you could keep relationships.
If you called Calum, he’d drop everything to answer? and vice versa.
The two of you had became friends the first day of year 1 when Calum asked for part of your snack and the rest was history. You two had been attached at the hip ever since.
Eventually, you arrived at the arena, Crystal urged you to keep your luggage in her vehicle and you’d think about it later. She was probably more excited about this surprise than anyone. She’d mentioned that Luke’s wife, Sierra, had wanted to come to the airport too, but the boys would’ve gotten too suspicious.
Crystal gripped your hand tightly, “Go wait in the green room and i’ll tell them I brought them a surprise.” She urged and shoved you toward the room.
The next 5 minutes were brutal, dragging on.
But then they entered the room and it was like everything was right in the world again.
“YOU’RE FUCKING KIDDING!” Michael exclaimed, being the first one in the room.
The other three were confused because Michael’s rather large frame had blocked you from their sights. He ran to you, enveloping you in the biggest hug possible.
A sigh of relief, you were so happy to be back in their presence.
“Holy shit, that’s Y/N!” Luke yelled, turning to look at Sierra and Crystal, “Were you two in on this?”
They both smiled and nodded.
Luke was the next to you, his hug lifted you off the ground. Aside from Calum, you were closest to Luke, knowing him longer than you did the other two.
Ashton gave you one of his famous hugs, kissing the top of your head, before moving out of the way. Everyone knew what for.
Calum stood dumbfounded in the doorway.
He was shocked. There was no part of him that could believe that Y/N Y/L/N was standing in front of him and wasn’t an ocean away. He’d clearly forgotten Australia’s school calendar because he forgot you were on break now. It didn’t matter that you had reminded him of your upcoming break on your weekly facetime with him the week before, he couldn’t really remember anything right now.
“Am I gonna get a Calum hug?” you teased, trying to mask how nervous you were to be in the same room as him.
You two were always close, but you hadn’t realized you developed feelings for him until the last time you’d seen him in person, realizing after he got in the uber to the airport that you wished you could’ve kissed him goodbye. And now, you’ve been harboring feelings for over a year.
Your eyes crinkled when you saw the tears welling in his. He finally moved, crossing the last few feet between you. Calum squatted down just barely, enough to wrap his arms around your waist so he could pick you up in your hug.
His presence was overwhelming.
Your arms hooked around his neck, one hand holding the back of his head to keep him near. You even tucked your head in close.
“Holy shit, Y/N/N, I needed this bad.” you wanted to cry at his whispered admission.
Because it was true, you needed this as much as he needed it.
Without you realizing at first, until the door clicked shut, Crystal and Sierra had ushered the other 3 boys out of the room. Everyone knew that this moment deserved to be private.
Everyone knew the feelings the two of you felt for each other, except for the two of you. Neither knew that their feelings were reciprocated.
Calum had come to terms with his feelings for you around the same time you had and he hated that he felt the need to hide this from you. You two never hid anything from each other.
His hands sliding from your waist to your thighs, urging you to wrap your legs around his torso, brought your attention back. You stayed tucked into him while he blindly walked over to where he knew a couch was, sitting down with you on his lap.
Your heartrate skyrocketed when you sat up, allowing yourself to look into his beautiful brown eyes.
“Hi.” you whispered, not trusting your voice to go any louder.
The cutest smile stretched across his face, one he only showed when he was genuinely happy. You knew the difference between all of his smiles.
His hands sat on your hips, thumbs caressing the bare skin of your torso that had only been exposed during your hug. “How long has this been a plan?”
“A couple weeks.” you responded, your normal voice holding strong.
Calum’s eyes never left yours. “Did you somehow telepathically figure out that I really needed my Best Girl here with me?” Your stomach always went wild when he called you that.
Best Girl.
“I’m just that good, Cal.” you faked your confidence because you truly felt like a little girl with the biggest crush on the inside.
He stared at you instead of continuing to speak. Your eyes, your clothes, your lips.
Your stomach continued to run wild.
When you noticed him starting to lean in, you panicked, quickly sliding your hands from around his neck to holding his shoulders tight. His gaze switched to the utmost concern, “What’s wrong, Y/N/N?”
The self-doubt was running wild in your head, feeding you such false information of Calum’s opinion of you. “If you’re not 100% sure of what your intention is in the follow up after what you’re thinking about doing, please… don’t do it.” You’re not sure why you were essentially telling him not to kiss you.
But it kind of made sense. You’d had intense feelings for him for over a year and you didn’t want one kiss to leave you pining for someone who will never give you what you want.
A slight chuckle fell from his lips, the boy smiling as he shook his head. It had just clicked for him that you felt the same.
“I’ve never been so sure of something in my life.”
And then he connected his lips with yours.
Fireworks exploded in your stomach as your eyes fluttered shut. Your hands now sliding back to their original position, pulling him as close to you as possible.
This was not only the best kiss of your life, but the happiest moment of your life thus far.
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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 6 months ago
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Lashton + Malum Masterlist
17 Again (ao3) - carolinagirl178, Pink_Strawberries G, 12k
Summary: Or when high school drop out Michael Clifford is given a cake with 28 candles by his 2 best friends and told to make a wish, he wishes for a second chance, which is exactly what he gets.
all that counts is here and now (my universe will never be the same) (ao3) -  ashisonthefloor G, 9k
Summary: Michael bumps into the cute pet store worker named Calum and develops a crush. hijinks and lots of pining ensue. Ashton and Luke might fall in love along the way.
and I breathe disaster, ever after (ao3) - expectopatronuz T, 25k
Summary: The Winter Soldier lands, and if Calum felt heavy before, now he feels empty. Everything inside of Calum, his heart and lungs and stomach and throat, they all drop right down to his feet. Calum is dizzy, he’s breathing but nothing is coming in. His mind is blank, every moment of his life up to this minute, gone. None of it matters, not a moment, except for this; Calum reaching out, the handle tearing away from the side of the train, and the way his heart fell out of his chest when he realized that there was nothing he could do, that it was too late.
or, Calum is Captain America and Michael was his best friend (and maybe more)
Butterfly (ao3) - merlypops M, 29k
Summary: Luke is depressed and Ashton makes him feel loved (and maybe Luke returns the favour too). Also Malum. Yes.
changing flights so you’d stay with me (ao3) - bellawritess T, 9k
Summary: Or: five times Calum saw Michael in an airport, and the one time Michael saw Calum.
Club of Misfits (ao3) - felixandtae T, 274k
Summary: ❝Everyone has flaws. You me, Michael and Ashton - we’re all just a club of misfits.❞
A club for those who need a friend created by two best friends.
Coffee Boy (ao3) - Jay_isnotokay M, 12k
Summary: Calum Hood has a crush on a barista, plenty of coffee making ensues.
Court Five (ao3) - takemymoneycth E, 21k
Summary: A story in which a young college tennis player maybe likes his new coach a little too much.
flowers in your hair (boys can’t be pretty) (ao3) - prettyluke (parting_ways) N/R, 71k
Summary: Ashton has been in love with the pretty boy next door since he was seven. Luke has called Ashton home since he was five. They grew up with the daisy field behind their houses, but nobody told them that they couldn’t love anywhere else.
Hold my hand and kiss my cheek darling (the world is watching us) (ao3) - Abbypd G, 23k
Summary: “But why do I need a fake boyfriend to come out?” Ashton asked, glaring at his manager – a woman in her forties who usually knew exactly what she was talking about. This time, the young singer wasn’t too sure. “Because why else would you have waited for two whole years to come out? With a boyfriend you can just tell them you didn’t know you were into guys until you met him. It will be romantic and everybody will love it.”
Or Luke and Ashton are both idiots who are too scared to admit that their kisses aren’t just for the cameras.
It must be Magic (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine T, 120k
Summary: It’s only Calum’s words playing on repeat in his mind, “Michael’s my friend,” that keeps Michael firmly planted in place. He doesn’t quite believe them. He hasn’t really spoken to Calum since the first few months of their first year at Hogwarts when they finally realized what everybody’d been telling them all along: Slytherins can’t be friends with other houses.
(In which Michael is a friendless Slytherin who doesn’t really belong anywhere, but Calum is bound and determined to prove him otherwise.)
Le Chatelier’s Principle (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) E, 54k
Summary: Ever since being promoted to head waiter, Luke had had one problem that came in the form of a six foot, curly-headed, hazel eyed demon. And by demon, he meant his frustratingly stubborn, unfairly attractive co-worker, Ashton Irwin.
Line Work (ao3) - ashtonhours (heartandmindxx) M, 21k
Summary: Ashton Irwin, 07/07/94, no known medical conditions and not under the influence of drugs or alcohol – and originally from Sydney, as it turns out – is looking to get a bird on his neck.
“A California condor,” he says for about the twelfth time, “on my nape.”
a story about boundaries, trust, and a line in the sand.
Mixology (ao3) - dafeedil E, 23k
Summary: In which Michael is reeling from a recent breakup, Calum has just flunked a semester of university, Luke has never taken a risk in his life, and Ashton has taken too many.
One night, four boys, one Los Angeles bar. A recipe for…well, quite possibly, not disaster.
(or, they all meet at a bar and fall hopelessly in love for the night. Only, it’s actually a lot more than that.)
Popstar (ao3) - L4sht0n T, 54k (WIP)
Summary: Luke didn't need a fake boyfriend. He had some problems, every celebrity had some problems. Drug, sex and alcohol was Luke's getaway, but there was nothing wrong with it. A bit problematic yes, but he did nothing wrong. Luke was losing fans because of his bad behaviour, and he was kind of an asshole. Luke could admit this. But he didn't need a fake boyfriend. He didn't need Ashton Irwin to play his fake boyfriend and clean up his mess. If Luke's management wanted to clean up Luke so badly they should just hire a cleaning lady. Luke didn't need a fake boyfriend, didn't want it. Then why did the fake relationship feel so real?
Tell Me I’m Pretty (ao3) - felixandtae E, 84k
Summary: “Wearing skirts and putting make up on doesn’t make me a girl. I have a dick and I can very well show you it. Just tell me I’m pretty, Luke.”
Ashton likes to wear make up and Luke likes when Ashton wears make up. But, Luke doesn’t like Ashton and Ashton doesn’t like Luke. So how did they end up fucking in the auditorium every Friday night?
the situation is like a mountain that’s been weighing on my conscience - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 2k
Summary: Luke is closeted and nobody outside of the band, and close family, knows that he has a secret husband. During promo for Youngblood, Luke suffers a panic attack when the interviewer asks a personal question. Cue, Ashton to the rescue and comfort.
tie me to your fingertip (don’t let me float away) (ao3) - diets0dasociety T, 22k
Summary: or, the malum soulmate fic nobody was waiting for in which Calum and Ashton are sort of brothers and Luke and Michael keep popping up.
Where the Heart Is (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) E, 86k
Summary: By the time that Ashton Irwin is twenty-seven years old, he’s already a widower and a father of three. After his third nanny quits on him, he comes to the conclusion that life in general doesn’t seem to like him very much—that is, until his luck turns around when he discovers a particular nanny by the name of Luke H.
The question now is, can a twenty-two year old man with mile-long legs and a smile made of gold really be the super nanny that Ashton needs?
Perhaps so.
Without You (ao3) - ofmonstersandmayhem M, 67k
Summary: Nothing made Ashton happy anymore.
He was slowly drifting away.
Everyday he prayed for a savior. He had the tiniest sliver of hope in the back of his mind that someone would come and save him from all this darkness.
His prayers were answered in the form of a tall blonde boy with a lip ring. But was he able to save Ashton in time?
(or the cliche fic where Ashton’s depressed with an abusive father but when Luke Hemmings moves into the neighborhood, his dark clouds open up to reveal a sunshine)
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lovesosweeet · 1 year ago
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better left unsaid // cth
chapter fifteen
in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.
calum hood x fem!oc
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december 22, 2017 sydney, australia orion
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’d like to welcome you to sunny Sydney. The local time is 12:18 pm and it is 26 degrees celsius, 78 degrees fahrenheit. Thank you for flying United. We hope to see you on board again soon!” The flight attendant’s muffled voice squeaks through the cabin, and everyone who’d held on to those final moments of in flight sleep begin to wake up.
16 hours trapped in a box in the sky was definitely not my favorite experience, but we had a smooth flight. We didn’t have any crying babies, there was in flight wifi, and the snacks they provided were shockingly decent. I’m excited to finally be in Sydney, to visit a new part of the world, to meet Cal’s family, and get to learn a new side of him, the one where he’s home. I can’t wait to see how Sydney looks on him.
I look to my right and find Calum on his phone, his messages app open to his conversation with his mom.
“Is she here?” I ask. We still have to go through customs, and since I’m a foreigner I’m sure it’ll take a bit to get through, but maybe Joy is anxious like me and doesn’t want to miss the chance to greet us as soon as we get to baggage claim.
Calum sends the message he’s typing and then locks his phone, reaches over to grab my hand from my lap, and give me a tired smile. “She’s leaving the house now. Should get here right as we’re getting done with baggage and customs.”
I nod. Around us, people are standing up, slipping sweatshirts on and off, stretching, and starting to mill about the cabin, heading toward the overhead compartments where their carryons are stowed. The plane isn’t moving anymore, but the door is still closed, so all the movement and noises feel overwhelming, and to top it off, I’m anxious to meet Joy and David and Mali. I know they’re going to be nice, but they’re important to Calum and I want to make a good first impression.
As soon as the plane door is open, people slowly start to filter out. Calum and I unspokenly agree to stay and wait for most of the other passengers to get off, that way we avoid feeling like we’re in the way of the ones who are in a rush. Once most of the people are gone, we stand up and sling our backpacks over our shoulders, awkwardly stumbling into the aisle and trudging off the plane.
My legs feel wobbly after sitting for so long, and I’m so tired, but the air outside of the plane is pleasantly warm and the sun shines down brightly. It’s a nice wake up call. Calum grabs my hand once we’re outside, and I let him guide us into the airport and then through the terminal. He knows where things are here, so I trust that he can get us to customs without my help.
As soon as we step inside, a girl recognizes him. She’s polite when she asks for a photo, so I quickly snap one for her before we continue on inside. Cal’s a celebrity everywhere, but I had a feeling it would feel more like that while we’re in Australia.
When we get to customs, we have to go in separate lines since he’s a citizen and I’m not, so I get his parents’ address and contact info before we split up.
“I’ll wait for you right on the other side,” he says, kissing my forehead. “Just scream my name if you need me and I’ll come running.”
“I feel like screaming your name would just cause a stampede of people to want a photo with you,” I reply, trying not to roll my eyes.
He mockingly laughs at me and then we split up, but not without giving my hand a quick reassuring squeeze. The foreigners line is moving much slower and is a bit longer. While I wait, I connect to the airport’s wifi so I can tell my family I’ve arrived safely. I instantly get replies telling me to have fun and to send lots of pictures, and then I spend the rest of the time scrolling through Twitter from my burner account. I don’t interact except for liking a few Tweets now and then, but I love checking stan accounts for updates on 5SOS. I get to find random photos of Calum looking cute with his fans and, when we were first dating and they were on tour, I got to see what he was up to.
When I open the main 5SOS Australia update account that I check somewhat regularly, I’m surprised to see a very blurry photo of me and Calum walking through the airport just a few minutes ago. How are they so fast? I look like shit, but Cal looks normal and cute and everything. I don't bother to check the replies, since I know what they'll say and I don't need to feel bad about myself right now.
@5SAussieUpdates: Cal and Orion just landed in Sydney! picture attached
I refresh the page to see if there's anything else that's been posted, and then I see another photo of myself, much closer.
@5SAussieUpdates: Orion at the Sydney airport this afternoon. Holidays with the Hood fam?! picture attached
I jerk my head up and look around, trying to find a phone camera pointed at me. It's of me in this line, so they can't be far. Then I spot them, four or five people ahead. It's two girls and presumably their parents, the two girls sitting on their suitcases and whispering to each other, their phones aimed right at me. Jesus.
I give them an awkward smile and wave, then watch their eyes widen and they quickly put their phones down. Thank god. People are so bold these days, and I don't think those girls have any intention of actually speaking to me.
The rest of the time in the line is somewhat uncomfortable. I hate feeling watched, and it feels like every eye in this line is on me, even though I know it's not like that. It's just the two girls.
I hand my completed customs form to the kind woman at the counter, my passport soon after.
"Reason for visiting?" She asks.
"Spending the holidays with my boyfriend's family," I answer. I'm used to going through customs, so I don't get nervous about it anymore, but the Australian customs process is definitely on the more intense side. Besides the US, the UK and Australia are the only places I've been that have felt slightly nerve-racking to go through customs.
"That's exciting," she says. She's scanning my passport and reading through my form, making sure it all adds up. "Is this your first time to Australia?"
"It is."
"Have you met his family before?"
"No ma'am, this is my first time."
She stamps the form and my passport, writing the date inside the seals and then handing me my ID back. "Well, good luck and happy holidays. Oh, and don't say ma'am."
I laugh and take the passport from her. "Thanks for the tip. Happy holidays."
"Next!"
I walk through the next part of the customs line, following the signs for baggage claim, looking for Calum. I find him quickly. How can I not? He has a tiny swarm of girls around him, the two girls from the line among them. It's really only like six girls, their families standing off to the side while they wait on them.
As I approach, Calum somehow quickly manages to catch sight of me walking toward him amidst the chaos, and he gives the girl he's talking to a hug. "Alright, it was so nice to meet all of you, but I've got to go. Hope you have a Merry Christmas." He strides out of the group and straight to me, holding his hand out for me to take, and I gladly do.
"You made it through," he cheers, smiling down at me.
I laugh, giving his hand a squeeze while we walk. "I did."
"Welcome to Australia!" He giggles, gesturing to the airport like it's a sight to see, when it really just looks like most other airports I've been to.
"I can't believe I'm finally here," I marvel. Again, it's nothing crazy different, but yet, it feels so special.
He's directing us toward the baggage carousel for our luggage, intently focusing on getting us there. I don't think he even notices his mom and dad standing by the doorway with the sign that says "WELCOME TO AUSTRALIA ORION" in glittery bubble letters. I break out into a grin. They're so cute.
"Cal, they're here."
"No, they haven't put any of them out yet, see? Those people are from our flight and they're still waiting," he points to the family that had sat in front of us standing by the baggage carousel that will have our suitcases on it shortly.
"No, Cal, your parents. They're right over there." I gesture toward the door and Joy's glittery sign.
"Oh!" He realizes, also starting to smile. We redirect toward the door, and Joy starts running toward us. It's more of a jog, but still, she's quickly meeting us halfway.
Joy instantly wraps me into a bone-crushing hug, dropping her sign to the ground without hesitation. "Orion!" She cheers, squeezing me so tightly that it's almost painful. It's not, but it almost is.
We've met over Facetime a few times, and we have texted periodically, but this is our first time meeting for real. She mostly just sends me pictures of Calum from his childhood and tells me the context of the photo, which I love learning about. I want to know everything about Calum.
"Hi!" is all I can say, hugging her back as enthusiastically as I can manage.
David and Calum are hugging too, though their hug doesn't look nearly as tight as mine and Joy's.
"How was the flight?! How are you feeling? Hungry? Jetlagged? Should we stop for a coffee or a snack? Oh, we have food at the house too, and your room is all ready to go if you need a nap. We thought you'd like to go to the beach this evening and catch the sunset, Calum says that's one of your —" Joy starts rambling on, still hugging me, and Calum has to cut her off.
"Mum, breathe," he laughs, wrapping his arms around us so it's a small group hug.
I just feel kind of frozen where I am, so I just let it all happen.
"Okay, let her breathe now, too." Calum steps back, and I feel him pull me back by one of the handles on my backpack, forcing Joy to let go of me.
I turn to David then, giving him a quick hug. "Hi! It's so nice to meet you!"
Calum gives his mom a proper hug, and I can't help but just feel so happy to be here with them. He doesn't get to come home much, but he does absolutely adore his family, and getting to meet them and spend the holidays with them makes me feel so lucky.
"I'm so glad you are here! Mali is back at the house, we figured all of us picking you up would be a little overwhelming," Joy explains. "Here, Orion, let's go get the car and we'll let the men handle the luggage, how's that?"
I chuckle and glance at Calum to verify that this is what we should do, and he nods. "Sure, sounds good."
Joy and I start to exit the airport. She's not as tall as Calum, but she is quite tall, especially compared to me, but she's not at all intimidating. I follow her lead as she walks outside, into the parking garage, and toward their car. We stop at a silver sedan and she pops open the trunk or the boot or whatever they call it here so I can put my backpack in it.
"Wanna drive?" She asks, dangling the keys.
My eyes widen. "Oh, no, I don't think that's a —"
Joy laughs loudly. Her smile is the same as Calum's. "I'm kidding, you'd have a hard time, unless you're used to driving manual on the left side of the road?"
I sigh, relieved, and then I laugh with her. "Yeah, not the best idea."
She smiles, stepping up to close the trunk, and then she goes to the driver's door, which I almost forgot is on the opposite side of the car. "Hop up front; the boys can sit in the back."
I want to argue, say that Calum's legs are far longer than mine and would be much better suited to the front seat, but something tells me Joy won't take no for an answer. I take a seat up front, trying to come up with something to say, but for some reason, I come up blank.
"We're so excited Cal finally brought you home," Joy says, filling the silence with something so I don't have to. "He hasn't brought a girl home in quite some time."
"I'm really happy to be here," I confess. "I have always dreamt of coming here, and now I get to do it with someone I love very much. I get to see where he comes from, too, which makes it even more special."
Joy then doesn't say anything. She's just smiling as she backs out of the parking space and follows the signs to the exit. "I think he's right about you, you know," she finally says.
"What do you mean?"
"You're the one."
After we've all gotten into the car and the suitcases are tucked safely in the back, we make the drive to the Hoods' home. It's about an hour from the airport, and Calum and his family fill the time with catching up on the latest. Joy fills him in on the latest family gossip, who's having a baby, who moved into a new home, and whether or not certain relatives will be at the Christmas Eve dinner at their house.
I take in the sights of Sydney, or the outskirts of it. Not that southern California gets that brutal of a winter, but it's odd to see it being summer in December. It's pretty. I know it's just more suburban life, which we have plenty of in the US, but it's still nice to see. This is Calum's home. This is the place that shaped him into the person that I love.
We pull up to their home. It's a modest, regular family home, with two other cars in the driveway. It's got white siding with navy blue shutters, a bright yellow front door, and a recently mowed lawn. I wish I could've seen a tiny Calum running around, or even teenage Calum, kicking a soccer ball across the front yard.
As soon as we pull into the driveway, the front door opens and the tall, beautiful girl I recognize as Mali-Koa runs out to meet us outside. She waits outside my door so she can pull me into a hug as soon as I'm out. "Orion! Hi! I'm so happy you're here!"
"Me too! It's so nice to finally meet you!"
Mali's hug isn't nearly as tight as Joy's but she's still got a very strong grip on me. "You're even prettier in person."
I scoff. "Says you!" Mali is beautiful. She's tall and has Cal's same deep brown eyes and wide smile. I think she's far prettier than I'll ever be, but I feel that way about 90% of women.
"Oh, please, you're perfect."
"She's right," Calum adds, suddenly standing directly behind me. I can't see him, just can sense and hear him. "Hi Mal."
Mali lets me go then, tackling her brother into a hug. "Baby brother!"
"I've missed you," he says quietly, hugging her back just as tightly.
"Well, duh!"
I laugh, watching their sibling banter take over and then they're having some silly mock argument.
Calum has several forms. There's stage Calum, who's confident, strong, commanding, unafraid. There's almost professional soccer player Calum who's athletic and outgoing. There's antisocial butterfly Calum, who loves to be near the crowds at a party but doesn't want to say much or ask any questions. There's dog dad Calum, who's patient and sweet.
This is true Calum. I see him often, at home, when it's just the two of us, but this is him, too. Happy, goofy, cracking quiet jokes and showing his affection for his favorite people openly. He goes softer, melting into the environment, blending in, like it's exactly where he's supposed to be, and the environment melts into him, too. I love getting to know all of him.
Once we've unloaded the car, Joy makes us all lunch. I try to help, but she completely refuses it and commands that I go rest on the couch with Calum. I think it's a taste of my own medicine, since I never let anyone help me when I host guests.
"Orion, how does your family feel about you being here for the holidays? Surely they'll miss you," Mali asks.
I nod, smiling a little sadly. "Yeah, I know they'd like to spend it with me, but, y'know, I only live a couple of hours from them and see them often. We did our own Christmas last weekend. Couldn't miss the chance to spend the holidays with this goofball."
"Well, I speak on behalf of all of the Hoods. We're glad you're here."
Calum wraps his arms around me and kisses my temple. "I think I'm most glad, but it's not a competition," he whispers quietly enough that Mali can't hear.
A few hours later, we've eaten lunch, Cal's taken a nap, and I've gotten the full tour of the house Calum grew up in, complete with loads of baby pictures and stories. We then order a few pizzas and drive to the beach, even though it's a bit of a drive.
It's nice. We sit on a few blankets and share the pizzas, Cal, Mali and I drinking some cheap beers, and we play a few board games. While the sun sets, Joy and David take a walk down the beach, and the rest of us strip down to our bathing suits to race into the water.
Mali and I float with the waves, meanwhile Calum body surfs, wiping out completely at one point, making Mali die of laughter.
"You okay?!" I call out to him. He just sticks a thumbs up into the air.
Mali gets tired of the water quickly, explaining she's not a huge beach person. Calum joins me in floating, eventually just picking me up so we can stand with the waves washing over us. He lets me face the sunset so I can take it in: my first Aussie day.
And damn, is it a good one.
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calumthomasxo · 1 year ago
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cal: you said it wouldn't be legal. pretty sure those words left your mouth first. cal: I DON'T KNOW. I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU. I'M A SCHOOL DROPOUT IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY. cal: i feel like that's the most american thing and i say that with derision. whoever thought it'd be a cool place to have real weddings is a real idiot. cal: i caved and answered my mum's phone call. she was calling like every minute and if i hadn't answered, pretty sure she would've taken the first flight here. her on the phone is much better than her in person rn. does your folks now already?? cal: speaking of my mum...i couldn't really tell her we fucked up and made a mistake. she was already yelling at me and i couldn't make it worse. cal : i may have let her believe we're in love and married for the right reasons. cal: don't judge me. i was totally caught off-guard and pretty sure i blacked out at some point and ended up in a fugue state. cal: screaming, vomiting and a panic attack is a totally valid way to handle things. a mood, really. cal: look. deep breaths, we can figure it out. i'm sure there's people who have done dumber shit and managed to figure it out. being mrs. calum hood for a few months can't be that bad.
cami: i said that ????? I SAID THAT ????? are you kidding me cami: you know it doesn’t matter who said what yoU STILL AGREED TO IT. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW cami: who even gets legally married at a mini golf course ???? idiots like us apparently cami: my parents haven’t even read it yet. but any second now one of my moms gossip loving friends it bound to find out and she will call my dad, no doubt 🙃 cami: DON’T ANSWER THEN ?????? for now. you’ll eventually have to face the music as a consequence of our stupidity cami: i don’t fucking know cal.. i don’t know. it’s vegas. everything is bizarre in vegas. cami: this is the worlds worst hangover cami: i think i just need to scream. i’ve already vomited once. i’m just trying to not have a panic attack cami: what the fuck have we done cami: i really don’t have a good answer to that right now
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livtries · 5 years ago
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love at first...flight? c.h pt 1
love at first... flight? part one pairing: calum hood and female reader summary: you were on a plane, on your way to a friend's wedding. you were sat next to a very attractive boy. little did you know, that wouldn’t be the last that you saw of him... word count: warnings/tw: swearing throughout. a/n: i’m going to try to make this into the first person! it’ll be the first story ive done that with, so please bare with me. also, im sorry for being gone for so long! but i’ll try my best to stick around for a while, i have nothing but time now!! hope everyone is staying safe & healthy. love you all! <3 -- “shit! i’m gonna miss my flight...” i spoke to myself, as i tried my hardest to zip my luggage. i always pack way too much stuff whenever i go anywhere. i go to my parents to visit for the weekend, and i bring half of my wardrobe along with me, so as you can imagine, i’m gone for a week, and i bring nearly all of my clothes with me. i succeeded in zipping my suitcase after a few tries, and some sweating. i made sure i didn’t forget anything and was out the door. i walked out my front door, locking it, and struggling to put my luggage into the trunk of my car. 
i managed to get it in and was off to the airport. i got there with about 20 minutes to check-in, and get onto the plane. one of my childhood friends has invited me to her wedding, and i, of course, couldn’t turn that down! she’d been a good friend of mine for so long, and i couldn’t wait to see her again! i got through security just fine, and i wanted to go get coffee before i got onto the plane. i had to pass by the starbucks to get to the terminal anyway, so it wouldn’t have been out of the way anyways. i saw the line and decided i better not. there were nearly 50 people in line waiting for coffee, and such. and i wasn’t about to be late and miss my flight.
i got to my flight in time, and meandered to my seat, behind some older women, probably going on vacation, and some men in suits, probably on their way to an important business meeting, or something along that line. i checked my ticket one more time, trying to find my seat, and keep moving, careful to not walk too slow, and hold up the people behind me.
i saw my seat, there was no one there as of then. i made my way over there. i managed to get my luggage into the overhead bin and took out a notebook, and pens from my carry-on. i made myself comfortable by the window, wiping down the tray, because... you never know. and i put on a movie to watch. as i was just getting comfortable, a guy, who looked very flustered and rushed looked at his ticket, and then looked at me.
“33K?” he looked at me, noticeably out of breath, probably from running to get onto the plane. i nodded my head and absentmindedly smiled.
“looks like i’m sitting next to you.” he smiles. “33J.” he showed me his ticket. i finally got a good chance to look at him. as soon as i looked up at him, he caught my eye, and then it was just weird... he sat down after 10 minutes of trying to put his luggage in the overhead compartment.
“do you need help?” i asked him. he kept swearing and shaking his head. “no, thanks. i’ve got it.” he tried to laugh it off, but he was clearly frustrated. he finally was able to get his back into the overhead bin, and he sat down in his seat. he had the same idea i did. he brought out his blanket and some writing material.
“what’re you reading?” he pointed at the book that was turned over in my lap.
“john green.” i turned the book over so that he could read the title.
“i’ve never read anything of his, but i hear that he’s a really good writer.” he smiles and looks down at the notebook in his lap.
“what’re you writing?” i asked, catching a glimpse of all of the notes he had written down.
“just some songs and stuff. and some doodles.” he handed the notebook to me, “flip through if you want.”
i flipped through a few pages and admired the incredibly messy writing and cute little drawings that were on nearly every corner of every page. i gently closed the book and handed it back to him. 
“so, what brings you on this plane ride, today?” he asked me, as one of the flight attendants came to ask us if we wanted anything to eat or drink.
“i’m actually on my way to a friend's wedding!” i put my book down and asked him the same question.
“i’m on the way to a friend's wedding too! my friend matt is getting married,” he spoke. i know i should’ve probably asked my friend what her fiance’s name was but i didn’t...
“one of my friends is getting married too! her name’s emily!” i spoke. “what a coincidence would it be if we were going to the same wedding??” he chuckled a little and smiled at me.
“that’d be weird.” i laughed and he reached out to turn on a movie.
“any recommendations?” he asked me.
i clicked on ratatouille. “i know it’s sort of a kids movie, but it’s good, ok!” i laughed and he laughed too.
we sat next to each other in silence for a bit, until it started to get late. it was gonna be a pretty long plane ride, since we were going from california to hawaii. it was about a six and a half hour plane ride from here to there. there was about an hour layover too, so it was about an eight-hour adventure from beginning to end. 
“i just realized that you have no idea who i am...” he looked over at me, through his unruly hair that was peeking through the hood he had on.
“names calum.” he smiled cheesily and held out his hand.
“im y/n.” i smiled back to him and shook his hand.
“so, where are you from?” he asked me.
“i’m from [state/town name].” i responded.
“where are you from?” i asked him.
“australia! sydney actually.” - once i finished my first movie, i looked over to see how calum was doing. he was drifting in and out of sleep. before i could say anything to him, he looked over to me.
“can i use you as a pillow?” he quietly asked me.
i blushed and smiled a bit. “of course. make yourself comfy.” he rested his head on my shoulder for the majority of the plane ride, until one of the flight attendants announced that there was a one hour layover in florida, because of a rainstorm.
“what’d she say?” calum looked at me and asked.
“there’s at least an hour layover in florida because of rain...” i repeated, and opened my book once again. before i continued reading, i glanced over to calum, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
“you still tired?” i asked him.
he nodded his head and yawned again.
“lay back down, you have plenty of time to sleep.” i joked, and he laid his head back on my houlder. - once we finally landed, i had to wake calum up.
“calum, you gotta wake up. we landed.” i nudged my shoulder a little. he lifted his head up, slowly, taking in his surroundings
“we landed already?” he asked me. i nodded.
“you slept nearly the whole time.” i smile
he got up to get his stuff out of the overhead and got my stuff down for me. everyone slowly filtered out of the plane, and went to get their luggage, and greet their families.
i had left calum to go get my luggage, and he walked up beside me.
“hey, i know that he kind of just met... but i wanna see you again. maybe take you out for coffee, or dinner?” he asked, as i turned towards him.
“yeah... i’d love to.” i blushed. “what’s your number? just so we can keep in touch.” i asked, pulling out my phone.
we exchanged numbers, and we were both on our way. i got my luggage and was off to my hotel for the next week.
a/n: part two will be up some time later today!! i really hope you all liked this, and thanks to whoever read this far. you’re awesome!
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bartxnhood · 2 years ago
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broken pieces | c.h
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| calum hood x reader
summary: calum allows distance grow between the two of you, afraid of what you would think if you knew how he was feeling.
warnings: talk of mental health issues, plenty of angst, kinda happy ending, argument scene.
authors note: i’d suggest listening to ‘my worst fear’ by rascal flatts. this fic was inspired by that song.
Copyright © 2022 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.
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you knew the consequences of being with a celebrity. you knew there would be weeks, even months of not seeing him or even hearing from him. but you were okay with that, you loved seeing calum living out his dream. traveling the world, meeting fans, and spreading his love of music to everyone. you knew he was the happiest on stage, and you knew deep down you couldn’t compare to that. no matter how long the two of you were together, and you were okay with that.
you remember watching calum come off stage one night, heading straight for you and wrapping his arms around and giving a spin.
“that was amazing! i didn’t know who that was up there” you grinned, he was beaming with excitement as he looked at you. the wide grin not leaving his face. “it’s so amazing up there, y/n. god i love it” he cupped your face tenderly, the cheering of the crowd made your heart race. “you did so good out there!” you smiled, pulling him in for another hug.
it was the first time you had seen them perform from backstage, you got to see how the magic happens. you were incredibly honored they wanted to have you at the first show kicking off their world tour, watching your boyfriend and his friend live their dream is a feeling you couldn’t imagine.
their smiles being on stage, their interactions with the fans, and the endless memories they shared. but that night, before heading home and packing for the tour he pulled you aside.
“i want you to join me for this tour, y/n. it would mean the world to me.”
you saw new places and places you thought you’d never visit, like paris. you never thought you’d visit, but there you were sitting in front of the eiffel tower on your anniversary. you knew calum had something to do with this, it worked out too perfectly for it not to be calums idea. calum had made sure that his schedule was cleared for the entire day to spend time with you. he had the whole day planned, taking you shopping, sightseeing, and out to eat.
now you two sat in front of the tower staring at its beauty. “you didn’t have to do all of this, cal” you hummed, he shook his head. “of course i did. you’re my everything.” he grinned, looking at you. “speaking of”
he finally reached in his pocket pulling out a blue velvet casing before dropping to one knee.
“y/n l/n. you have made me the happiest guy on the face of the earth. i couldn’t imagine my life without you being here to light the way. would you do me the honor of marrying me?”
you stood there in shock, looking at the ring and then at calum, covering your mouth. this was happening to you. you nodded frantically. “yes, of course, i will, cal” you cried.
you don’t know how or when it happened but just a little after your wedding it all went down. he began staying out with the boys late, always claiming he’d be working on the music. which you were sure they are, but he was overworking himself.
one night you were lying awake, you knew he was awake because of his constant twisting and turning. you wanted to say something, try to comfort him, or anything. but you didn’t, he threw the covers off his legs and got up. leaving you alone.
you heard his footsteps soon fade, you opened your eyes and stared at the wall for what felt like hours before eventually deciding to get up and check on him.
walking down the flight of stairs and seeing the kitchen light on, your eyes scanning for your now husband. duke sat propped by the door staring out, “is dad out there?” you hummed, shuffling over to the sliding door. and sure enough, you saw calum standing in your backyard with a cigarette. you walked out, letting duke follow. “cal?” you hummed, walking up behind him and then carefully wrapping your arms around his torso. head resting on his bare back.
“sorry if i woke you” he puffed smoke from his lips, staring at the neighborhood lights finishing his second cigarette. you shrugged, “i was already awake. you didn’t” you said, gently pulling away and going by his side. “what’s on your mind, babe?” he looked down at you then draped his arm on your shoulder. “just work” he hummed throwing the burnt out cigarette on the ground. you nodded, looking up at him. “you can talk to me you know?” he nodded, “i know” he kissed the top of your head. “cmon, let’s go to bed”
calum knew that lying to you was the worst thing he could do, but he was too afraid of losing you. he knew that his problems were getting the best of him, and it was affecting you. he felt bad but he had convinced himself it was the best way.
he began staying at the studio for hours, withering away in guilt and writing his soul out in music. letting his mind get the best of him. convincing himself he wasn’t good enough for you. so, he began to distance himself. the nights you’d come up by his side, telling him everything was okay was just enough to almost push him over the edge. he never knew just his harsh he was being.
nights you’d spend alone while he wasn’t home, you would cry your poor heart out. wondering why now? if he didn’t want you why go through the trouble of proposing and marrying you? had you done something? did he still want you? duke was there most nights, laying by your side.
eventually, you had enough and confronted him.
“calum please just talk to me” you begged, standing at the edge of your shared bed. “i have been alone for weeks on end. you’ve never done this until the wedding.” you rested your hands on your hips.
“y/n” he started.
“do you still love me?” you asked, he stopped in his tracks staring back at you with wide eyes. “of..of course, i do, y/n. what makes you say that?”. you scoffed, now crossing your arms. “you’ve been at the studio for weeks on end, cal. i’m stuck here, no call, no text. i’m worried about you and you keep shutting me out to work on the studio!” sat a duffel bag on the bed.
“i love that you love music, but i am your fucking wife. i am tired. i’m tired of being last on your list. calum i’m exhausted!” you began to flail your arms walking around the bedroom while messily grabbing your belongings and throwing them into the bag.
calum stood at the door, rubbing his temples. “y/n, please, stop” he begged, watching you. “no! i’m not going to keep letting this happen, calum! i want you to want me back. it’s all i want!”
“i do want you, y/n! you’re all i could’ve asked for!” he began raising his voice to match yours. “what else should i do?!”
“just please let me in!” your fists pounded against his chest, your tears staining his shirt as your sobs filled the room. calum held you tightly, eventually, you relaxed in his embrace and you both fell to the floor. he ran his fingers through your hair, hushing your cries.
“i just want you to care about me” you trembled. “i know..” he breathed, then went quiet. he stayed holding you and petting your hair, truthfully he didn’t know what to say. he had never seen you so upset before, sure the two of you have had small arguments but you had never threatened to leave until now.
“i screwed up, but i never once lied to you. i've done a lot of shit in my life, but loving you is different." he rubbed gentle circles on your back, and you took shallow breaths. it was all you needed to hear.
“you have to let me in, calum. i just want you to be open with me. tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” you looked up at him, locking eyes. he brought his hands to your face, wiping away your tears. “i know, i’m sorry. it’s just hard, y/n/n. i haven’t felt like this in such a long time, you’ve made me feel special and i keep thinking i’ll ruin it. so i’m sorry for not letting you in but..i just can’t i need you to trust me. i just need space”
you bit the inside of your cheek as he spoke, hoping this would be the moment he would let you in. but alas, you were let down, again. nodding, you ripped yourself out of his embrace, using the hem of your sleeve to wipe your nose again. “space” you repeated, followed by a laugh. you finished throwing random clothes into the bag. “fine, have all the space you want.” you grabbed the bag, turning around and taking one good look at him. he was now visibly crying, staring back at you and watching as you stormed off.
you found yourself at the doorstep of luke and sierras. taking a few deep breaths you knocked a few times and waited for an answer. In less than thirty seconds the door swung open and sierra was there. “y/n?” she questioned, your puffy eyes met with hers. immediately she pulled you inside, arm wrapped around your forearm and guiding you to the living area. “babe?” luke emerged from the hallway, not expecting you. “y/n?”
for hours the three of you sat around, sierra on your left with her hand in yours. you told them everything, from the first night you started noticing his distance to now when you two had the fight and now you were there.
“i just..he said he wants space. but i just want him to let me in. it’s all i’ve asked for over these years of being with him. i thought that after our wedding and the honeymoon things would get better but it got worse” you huffed. you had run out of tears at this point but your chest didn’t stop burning. you felt the pain of heartbreak.
luke looked to sierra, simply giving a nod, and then left the room. “y/n” she spoke softly, “you are the most clever, beautiful, and kind soul i’ve ever met. calum is smart, i don’t think he wants to hurt you, sweetheart.” she comforted, well she tried her best. “i think something is going on. and i think he wants to tell you but he doesn’t know how.” she smiled sadly. “do you want to know something?” she asked. you nodded.
“when you and calum first got together, the boy couldn’t stop talking about you. it was always you, he did everything for you. that night in france, luke told me all about his plan to propose to you. he was a nervous wreck. then when the wedding came around, he was so giddy” she grinned, reminiscing. “he is so in love with you, and i know he doesn’t want to hurt you. whatever it is, he’s scared. and i think he wants to tell you, but he doesn’t know how. just promise me, you won’t lose your faith in him?”
you nodded, squeezing her hand. the last thing you wanted to do was give up on your relationship of almost five years. “you’re right. i guess i just got overwhelmed” you closed your eyes for a moment to ground yourself.
at home, pacing around the living room calum held his phone to his ear getting a mouthful from luke. “mate, you’ve gotta open up to her. she needs you, she needs you to let her in. i know, the guys know. she should’ve been the first to know. please, mate” luke begged his curly-haired friend. calum ran his hands through his hair, “i know, man.” he sighed, feeling frustrated. “she’s my world, you know this. i’m just afraid of her changing her opinion of me. i don’t know what if do if she doesn’t see me the same anymore. please help me, mate” and with that, the phone call ended.
the three of you agreed that you would stay for the night just to clear your mind. so you took the spare guest bedroom, scrolling through old pictures of you and calum.
he did the same. he contemplated sleeping on the couch so he wouldn’t have to see the empty side of your bed. but there he laid, staring back at the proposal pictures, duke lying at his feet. he hoped and prayed you would come
back to him. he was willing to tell you everything that went wrong. he wanted to hold you in his arms again and never let anything happen to you. he knew sending you text after text probably wasn’t the smartest thing since you had been ignoring his calls. but he was desperate.
when the next morning rolled around calum stared out the french windows as raindrops danced on the glass. he didn’t know if he had it in him to get out of bed that day, but something told him he should. duke followed him downstairs as they proceeded with their normal morning routine. pouring some water into dukes bowl, calum glanced at the coffee pot spotting your mug. your favorite lipstick had stained the rim, you’d only get coffee before you had a meeting or if you had to do paperwork.
he looked away and gave duke his water. who seemed to just stand looking at the food and water that was just provided.
“i know, i miss her too” he sighed.
it wasn’t long until calum found himself on the sofa, sitting in silence. he wasn’t sure how to function without you. he should’ve told you how he felt when it started. he should tell you how bad he’s been feeling about himself and how guilty he is about letting it go on for so long.
calum didn’t know how long he sat there but a few knocks at the door was enough to bring him back to his senses. he got up and walked over to the door, not expecting anyone, and he opened the door.
there you stood, duffel bag at your feet, hair tied up messily staring at the ground. when the door swung open your eyes shot up, meeting with a very tired calum. he couldn’t believe it was you, he thought maybe his mind was playing with him.
“you came back?”
“of course i did cal.” you chewed the inside of your cheek.
you picked up the duffel bag and calum led you inside, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m so so sorry” he spoke into your hair. you shut your eyes tightly, shaking your head. “i’m sorry for leaving. i just got overwhelmed.” you cried, and he gently rubbed your back. “don’t apologize. you didn’t do anything.”
for the next few hours, the two of you sat on the sofa. he spilled everything about what has been eating him. “i was afraid my mental health problems would change the way you would see me, y/n” he confessed, playing with the drawstrings of his sweatpants.
“i couldn’t live with myself if you saw me differently, and i know it hurts you worse that i got so distant. i’m sorry.” he sighed, tears pooling in his eyes. your heart broke for him. “calum” you started, reaching for his hand.
“there is no shame for wanting to get help, you should know that i’ll always support your decisions.” you paused, “you need the help, and i’m willing to do whatever you want so we can do that, yeah?” he nodded. “good. because working yourself to death is not good for you. it won’t help. so promise me you won’t do that again”
he nodded, letting the tears fall. “i promise, y/n. this won’t happen again. i want to fix us and myself. you deserve the better me.” you smiled, kissing his cheek. “no one deserves to be alone, especially not you.”
the sun eventually comes out from behind the clouds, lighting up the house. for the first time, both of you felt like you were doing the right thing.
you were never one to believe in soulmates, but this time, maybe this one time, you knew calum was your other half.
you both knew you were forever.
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itisannak · 4 years ago
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Dr. Angel Face Prequel Part 3: Boards to Wedding Invitation (Calum Hood Smut)
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Summary: (Y/N) passes her boards, and Calum celebrates her. It is finally time (Y/N) meets Calum's closest friends. (Smut / Oral; Female Receiving / Caught in the act) (Words: 4.8k) (Part 1 of Prequels: Meet Cute to Second Date, Part 2 of Prequels: House Date to Board Prep, Part 4 of Prequels: Wedding Invitation to Midnight Visit, Part 5 of Prequels: Visiting on Tour to Leaving for Europe, Part 6 of Prequels: Being Away to New Year’s Day, Part 7 of Prequels: Birthday Boy , Part 8 of Prequels: First Fight to First Anniversary, Part 9 of Prequels: Meet the Family, Part 10 of Prequels: Moving In) (Main Stories: Part 1: Fetish, Part 2: Heat, Part 3: Heat Extended, Part 4: Dr. Angel Face, Alternative AU: Dr. Angel Face Alternative)
"How is Chicago?" Calum asks me as I plop on the bed. "I didn't have time to see it. We landed at 6, came straight to the hotel. I had a shower, got room service, and now I am talking to you." I chuckle, making Calum chuckle, shaking his head from side to side, which only brings a smile to my face. "I wish I was there. Maybe we would sneak time to see around town a bit..." "Thank God you are not here. I need to be fully focused, and you are very distracting..." I reply and he gasps offended. "I am distracting?" He asks and I nod my head. "You didn't know? The only time I let you help me study, we ended up fucking 2 questions later." I scoff and he shrugs. "I didn't hear you complaining when I was balls deep inside you and you were digging your nails into my back." He says cockily. "How is Milan?" I clear my throat, changing the subject quickly. I haven't seen him in a while, his words alone are enough to make me putty in his hands. "It is nice. Would have been better if you were here, though." He sighs, smiling at me. "Would it now?" "For sure. You make everything better." "Calum.." "What? I said the truth." "I miss you." I sigh, making him nod his head. "I miss you too. But for the next 24 hours, I need you to forget about me. I need you to focus on your exam, be there and kick ass. When do the results come out?" He asks me. "If I remember correctly, 6 hours post-exam." I reply and he nods. "You will call me before the results, right?" "Do you want me to?" "Of course. I want to hear the results the moment you get them." "OK then, I will call you." I assure him.
The moment I was told the results are online, I rushed away from the people surrounding me and locked myself in the nearest on-call room. Straight after the exams and the flight, I decided to head t the hospital, keep myself busy until the announcement. I quickly look through my contacts to find Calum's. I don't know which city he is in, not even the country he woke up this morning, but I made a promise to him and now I have to call him to tell him the news. "Hey. Are they out?" He asks me the moment he picks the phone up. "Yes. Let me put my password in..." I take a seat on the bed, bouncing my leg as I type the info in. "Are you anxious?" He asks me. "Yes, a tad. I know I did well, but did I do well enough to get certified?" I reply and he hums. "Well, I am sure you did excellently, but I guess we are going to find out soon. Are you in yet?" He asks me; he is really excited about this, I can tell by the way he is looking at me. "Just got in. Let me look..." "Oh, God..." I gasp. "You passed, didn't you?" He asks me. I can only nod my head at him, holding my hand against my mouth to avoid screaming. "Fuck yeah. Congrats, Dr. Angel Face. You deserve it. I am so very proud of you." He cheers as I tear up, all of the pent-up pressure I have put myself through all of these years suddenly breaking out. "Hey, hey... Why are you crying now, love?" He asks me in his softest voice. "I don't know... It s just too much. I have been trying so hard all these years and this hard work is paying off." I explain, sniffling as I try not to completely fall apart; I have a shift to go back to. "You deserve it, baby. I wish I was there to celebrate with you, I wish I was there to tell you in person how proud I am for you." "It is ok, really. You are doing something important, don't feel bad..." I assure him that it is fine, but he shakes his head. "No, it is a very important day for you. I really wanted to be there." "It is ok, my love. You'll be there on other important days" "How are you celebrating it today?" He asks me and I shrug "I am not celebrating I picked a shift right after we landed, to keep my mind off, so I am stuck in the hospital till morning. Maybe I'll treat myself to a nice bubble bath when I get home." I reply, stretching my body to keep myself awake. "I promise you, the first thing we are going to do when I am back, is have a party to celebrate you." He crosses his hand over his heart. "My idea of celebrating is fucking through the night." I bite my lip, making Calum smirk. "We'll have lunch then, with my friends at my place. They have been dying to meet you." "Can't wait till you get back..." I sigh and he hums. "Less than 4 weeks. Time will fly by in no time." He winks at me. "Oh, there you are... I have been looking for you. Did you see the results?" Amelia asks me as she walks into the room. "Gotta go, Chicken Tender Guy. Talk to you tomorrow." I wave Calum off. "See you tomorrow, Dr. Angel Face. Congratulations again." He hangs up, letting me shift to Amelia "I assume you passed the boards?" She asks me and I nod at her. "I was so sure you would. Congrats." I stand up so she can hug me. "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you. You taught me everything." I hug her and she scoffs. "You were a natural, so gifted already when I got you in my service. So, who was that nugget guy?" She asks, leaning against the wall. "Chicken Tender Guy. It was Calum. Remember that car accident, a couple of months ago? 2 guys, in their 20s, one of them kept eating chicken tenders as we rolled him around?" I ask her and she shakes her head no. "I would be lying if I said I do." "Anyway, he sort of asked me out after he was released, we started going out and now he is my boyfriend." I can feel my face heating up as Amelia looks at me in shock. "You little minx... Is he nice?" She asks me, patting my shoulder softly. "I don't want to jinx it, but this far, he has been the best. " "Good for you. Now, I know it is too early after the boards to ask you, but I want to know how my department will look like... I know you have some very interesting offers from other hospitals but,.." "Dr. Shepherd, you don't need to worry. I am staying. Bailey made me a very promising proposal, and Robins is here, so I can do my neonatal and child neurosurgery fellowship. I am not leaving." I assure her, causing her to smile. "That's what I like to hear. Now, come on. Let's go. Dr. (Y/N) will be celebrating her good news with a hematoma suction." She cheers and I look at her intrigued. "We are having a craniotomy?" "Yes, so go prep."
The commotion outside the attendings' lounge makes me knit my eyebrows together in confusion; it is very unusual for that many people to be in the lounge at once. "What is going on?" I ask, tapping Amelia's shoulder. Before she could respond, Bailey turns to me, passing me a little note. "Your 'friend' asked for permission to treat the attendings today, to celebrate your success" "Oh, no. Dr. Bailey, I am very sorry." "Why? He called me personally before doing anything, he had permission to do that. Congrats, Dr. (Y/N). Just make sure you pick up the field of flowers before leaving." She points at the bouquets of flowers resting on the other side of the room, before picking up a puff from the tray on the table. I leave the room, picking open the envelope and taking out the paper. 'Couldn't leave your success uncelebrated. See you soon. ' written in a computer font. I smile to myself, fishing my phone out of my pocket as I rush to the staircase exit "I assume you made it to the hospital..." Calum muses the moment he picks up the phone. "You are crazy, you know that?" I giggle, taking a seat on the stairstep. "Yeah, I have been told that. Did you like the surprise?" He asks. "I loved it. But I think the rest of the doctors loved it a lot more. You just saved everyone lunch money. It is lovely. The flowers are going to take me a fortnight to carry to my car." I joke and he hums softly. “Make sure you eat something as well. I know how you get when you are on duty.” “I will. I miss you.” I sigh, pouting to myself. “I miss you too. But I will see you soon.” “How soon?” “Soon, Angel Face… Can you FaceTime me when you get home from your shift? I have a hotel room to myself here and I miss your blissed-out face…” He whispers, probably trying to keep it private. “What about the time difference?” I ask him, biting my bottom lip as pictures of the last time cross my mind; he brings me to my highest even from miles away. “I don’t care. Call me no matter the time, I am free tomorrow all day. I just want to see you, even if you pull me out of sleep.” He explains and I feel my stomach jump. “I’d better head back if I want to grab a bite. I will see you tonight…” “Can’t wait, princess.”
“You look cute today…” Maggie comments, nudging my shoulder. I apply a layer of gloss, smacking my lips together, before turning to look at her. “Calum is picking me up in a bit.” I reply, closing my locker. Maggie fixes the strap of my top, cocking an eyebrow at me. “He is back?” She asks me and I nod. “He arrived this morning. I let him rest for a few hours and now, we are spending the weekend together.” I reply, patting the top of my weekender bag. “Oh, that’s why you took every shift the past 2 weeks…” She pours herself a cup of coffee; she has only started her shift, so she needs the extra boost. “I took enough so I could have the weekend off… Well, until Sunday night, at least.” “What is the plan for the weekend? Or you don’t plan to get out of bed?” She asks, taking a seat on the arm of the couch. “Dr. Pierce… I am meeting his friends tomorrow. Calum is hosting a cookout, I guess. And he has invited some of his friends. I am meeting most of them tomorrow.” I explain and she hums intrigued. “Things are becoming more serious.” She teases me, taking a sip from her mug. “It is not like I am meeting his parents. It is just his friends.” I reply the moment my phone pings with a notification. “Gotta go. Calum is waiting in the parking.” “Have fun, be safe.” Maggie greets me off, winking at me.
I practically run out of the hospital, looking around to find Calum. He said he would be waiting by the little staircase leading inside the hospital, but I didn’t see him on my way out. “Boo.” Someone startles me, grabbing me by my waist. Without thinking about it, I elbow them to the stomach, before turning to kneel them in the groin. Calum is doubled over, holding his midriff as he hisses. “Oh my God.” I gasp, kneeling to his eye level to check on him. “All I wanted was to surprise you…” He groans. “It is dark and no one is around here. Did you expect me not to freak out?” “Have you heard of many attackers booing their victims?” “It didn’t register. If I hadn’t missed you this much, I would have been so mad at you right now…” I help him up. He chuckles while I turn on my flashlight and lift his t-shirt to check his abdomen. “You are not bruised, this is good. Let me check for damage. Does it hurt here?” I ask him, pressing my fingers on the soft of his stomach. “No, I am fine… I was just startled. Did I scare you?” He asks me, bringing his hand to my cheek. “A little bit. I am sorry I hit you.” I apologize, sighing as I turn off the flashlight. “Let’s take it from the top. Hey, Angel Face. I’ve missed your pretty face…” He says softly, smiling at me. “I have missed you too, Cal…” I reply, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. He holds me by my waist, pressing my body against his as bring my hands in the loops of his jeans. “My car is just a few feet away. Let’s head home.” He whispers, pecking on my nose before taking my bag from my hands. “I can carry my stuff, you know.” “I know. You just don’t have to.” He replies, wrapping his free arm around my waist. “You smell really good.” I mumble as I lean my head against his shoulder. “I do? I got some more of that cologne you liked on me. I found a set, it had a shower gel in the kit… Thought I should use it tonight.” “To seduce me, I know…” “Do I need to seduce you, angel?” He asks, his voice getting low and causing goosebumps to form on my skin. “Call me angel once more in that voice and you might not…” I whimper and he chuckles. “You like being called angel?" He asks me, slipping his hand under my shirt, stroking his thumb softly over my skin. "Not until I met you..." I reply and he releases a throaty groan. "Let's take you home..." He pulls himself together, pressing the button on the remote to unlock the car.
"I brought you something from tour..." Calum states as he walks into his kitchen. I have been putting the food the delivery guy dropped off 10 minutes ago, not realizing that Calum slipped out of the kitchen. I put the container down, raising my gaze on him. “You didn’t have to.” I reply and he shrugs. “I know. But I wanted to. And it is nothing much. I just wanted to bring you something… I felt like it.” He replies, sliding the little box across the counter and closer to me. I pick it up, examining the cardboard box and the way the ribbon wraps around it. I pull at the end of the ribbon for it to come apart before I open the lid. There are a few keyrings, magnets, and a snowball from the cities he visited, and in the center of the box, there is a tiny velvet one. I pick it up, opening it, and finding a silver necklace with a wave signal ending to a little heart. I run my finger over it, turning to look at Calum. “I know your specialty is not cardiology, but seeing this reminded me of you.” He comments, moving closer to help me put the necklace on. I move my hair away, letting him tie the necklace before he plants a soft kiss on the base of my neck. I turn around, letting him rest his hands on my waist before I bring my hands to his chest. “It looks beautiful on you. You make everything look gorgeous.” He compliments, stroking my hair as I stretch to bring myself even closer to him. “You are making me blush.” I giggle and he hums. “You look cute.” He leans in, planting a kiss on my lips. I respond, keeping his face on mine by moving my hands to cup his face. I am found with my back against the edge of the counter, with Calum roaming his hands over my body as we properly kiss, tasting each other for the hundredth time this evening, yet to me, it feels like the first time. “I am starving…” I mumble, parting from him. He nods his head, taking a step back from me to let me move away.
“Whatcha making in there?” Calum asks me as he walks in from the door leading to his backyard. He is dressed in only a pair of khakis and a tank top, bringing out every muscle on his upper body. “I am making margaritas. It is the one thing I can contribute to this cookout.” I reply, stirring the pitcher carefully. “We are having this cookout to celebrate you, you shouldn’t be doing anything.” He replies, moving to wash his hands in the sink. “I feel bad doing nothing.” I reply and he chuckles. “You shouldn’t. You know you look cute in that little dress?” He asks me, turning me around. He runs his fingers over the little lemon prints on my little sundress, making me giggle softly at the tickling of his fingers. “I bought it for today specifically. Maggie said it looks sexy in an innocent way.” I reply, making him hum. “You make even scrubs look sexy… I could eat you up, you look so cute…” He coos, tapping my nose. “Oh, you could?” I ask with a smirk. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, passing it over his lips slowly before he snaps down onto his knees. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, slowly tracing his fingers over the skin of my hips. “Your friends are going to be here any minute now.” I remind him and he rolls his eyes at me. “They are always late. To everything. So, it gives me a bit of time to enjoy you.” “Haven’t you enjoyed me enough? What was it, 2 rounds last night, 1 this morning?” “No, I haven’t.” He replies, kissing the inside of my thigh. I flutter my eyes, already enjoying the sensation of Calum’s lips. My hand moves down to his hair, his dark locks contrasting with my rings as they tangle together. “Oh fuck…” It escapes my lips the closer he gets to my core. “And I haven’t even started. What, haven’t you enjoyed me enough?” He teases me, smirking triumphantly. I roll my eyes, cursing myself for giving him satisfaction while he is still teasing me. He kisses my outer lips, slowly making his way to kiss my clit. His tongue darts out of his mouth, licking a long strip from my entrance to my bundle of nerves, then circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. I move my hands to grip onto the edge of the counter, letting the skirt of my dress fall and cover Calum completely. The strap of my dress rolls off my shoulder, revealing my breast. I pay no attention, knowing that even if I fix it, in just a minute or two, Calum will bring me to my high and the strap will roll off my shoulder again. I find myself bucking my hips against his face, trying to get more from him, trying to get things faster from him. “Your tongue… Oh, God.” I cry out, feeling him thrust 2 fingers inside me. He focuses on my clit, sucking in an increasing pattern, starting with soft ones then harsher, and then including his teeth in the game.
“Cal… Oh shit, sorry.” I hear someone call, making me snap my head towards them. I find Calum’s friend, Ashton with his back turned to us. Calum gets up as I fix my dress, feeling my cheeks heat up. “The only time you came early… You can turn around.” Calum replies, running his thumb over his lips. Ashton turns around, leaves a bell from a pastry shop on the counter, and runs his hand over his face. “I am sorry I came the time I was told…” He sasses, making Calum sigh. “I… I am so sorry about that…” I stutter, feeling my face becoming redder by the second. “Oh, you don’t have to apologize.” Ashton assures me. “If only you knew the times I have walked in on him…” Calum assures me, planting a kiss on my temple. “That doesn’t make me feel any better… At all.” I mumble, making Calum chuckle. “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t see anything. There have been worse situations each of us have walked in.” Ashton tries to comfort me. “Does that need to be put on the fridge?” I ask, pointing to the bell. “Freezer. It is ice cream cake.” Ashton replies and I nod my head, picking up the bell and heading to the freezer. “Why don’t you go to the grill? I will be there in a moment.” Calum suggests to his friend, who walks away with a smile. He wraps his arms around me, kissing my shoulder softly.
“I should have listened to you. I am sorry. You shouldn’t feel bad, though. Nothing bad happened, we weren’t doing anything wrong.” Calum mumbles, making me sigh. “I would like for the ground to open beneath my feet and swallow me whole…” I groan and he laughs softly. “They had been caught in worse positions. He saw nothing. And Ashton is chill, he is not going to say anything, he is not going to think of you any less.” He assures me, pressing me more to his body. “If you say so. Go out now, your friend is waiting. I will finish with the appetizers and cocktails and I will join you soon.” I turn my head and plant a kiss on his chin.
“Calum told us you are planning to do further training. If I am honest, I don’t remember exactly what he told us you are going to do.” Luke comments, taking a sip from his bottle of beer. “I want to do a fellowship on neonatal neurosurgery. It is a pretty uncommon one, so I don’t blame you for forgetting.” “Wait, you will do brain surgery on babies?” Sierra asks, knitting her eyebrows together. “Yes. Children too up to an age.” “Is it needed? I mean, how many babies have tumors and neuro issues?” She asks me. “You would be surprised. With the radiation devices have, there are many children born with tumors. It is upsetting.” I reply. Sierra is looking at me a little horridly, which I do get, it is hard talking about that. “I think it is wonderful. And kind of badass being on this field.” Ashton says, making me smile. “I guess it is. To me, it was always fascinating. I knew since day one I wanted that field.” I explain. “I am sorry, it is eating me alive all this time. I am sorry if it is rude, but how old are you?” Crystal asks me, making tension rise among everyone on the table. “It isn’t rude at all. I am 26.” “26? And you already finished with your residency?” Ashton asks in surprise. “I kinda graduated high school and pre-med early. I guess I was a gifted child, but I don’t like using that word.” I explain and he blinks. “I know, Calum and I have a bit of an age difference…” I mumble and Ashton shakes his head. “No, that’s not the reason I am stunned. 4 years is barely a difference. I am just shocked that Calum over there is dating a genius.” Ashton teases Calum who chuckles. “I don’t like the word genius. And I would have you know that Calum is the smartest person I know. Seriously, he doesn’t get enough credit for that.” “Love is blind.” Calum chuckles, raising his beer bottle with a smirk. “It really is.” Ashton chuckles.
“I can do the dishes tomorrow.” Calum groans, leaning against the counter as I sponge the plates. “I don’t mind doing them. You look tired, why don’t you go to bed?” I ask him. It is barely 6 in the afternoon, but now that his friends have left, it is an opportunity for him to nap a bit; he looks soft and sleepy. “I am not tired. It is just the sun, it made me drowsy.” He explains, rubbing his eyes. “You look very soft and cuddly right now. It is adorable.” I comment and he hums. “Have I told you how happy you make me?” He asks, moving to wrap his arms around me from behind. “I do?” “You do. And my friends adored you. You charm everyone, it is becoming annoying.” He fake scoffs and I giggle. “I am very glad they liked me because I did too.” I reply. Calum runs his thumb over my hip and I jolt as it tickles. “I don’t think they liked any of my exes as much as they loved you. Ashton threatened to punch me if I let you slip through my fingers.” “I guess I have to take it as a compliment…” I sigh; Calum hasn’t talked much about his past relationships, but I know the last one broke him, and the ones before couldn’t take the pressure of being with him. So, the topic of past girlfriends is still uncharted territory. “Can we do the dishes tomorrow? We have unfinished business.” Calum nuzzles his nose against my neck. “It is barely 5 minutes of washing. Business can wait…” “At least let me do the dishes. We were supposed to be celebrating you and you worked your ass off today.” “No, I didn’t. I barely lifted a finger.” I protest. “You did too much. Move.” He gently pushes me out of the way, picking the plate from me. He simply rinses it and opens a dishwasher under the countertop, making me gasp. “I can’t believe all this time you had a dishwasher.” I shake my head playfully. “I have many secrets, Dr. Angel Face. You have a lot to discover.” He chuckles sarcastically.
“Were you wearing that last night?” Calum asks as I slip in bed, dressed in a little pink nightie. “No, I didn’t have time to change into a nightgown.” I cock my eyebrow at him and he hums pleased. “I like this one. It looks good on you. Maybe you should leave it here for when you spend the night.” He suggests, planting a peck on my shoulder. “Just say you are tired of giving me your t-shirts and hoodies.” I scoff. “You can take them all, I don’t care. But you should leave this one here.” He replies and I shrug. “Maybe I will.” “Your phone made a sound while you were in the bathroom.” Calum says, pointing to my phone on the nightstand. I unlock it, finding an email on the notification panel. “Oh, the invitation to Jo’s and Alex’s wedding. Too classy, that is definitely April’s doing.” I chuckle. “Wait, what?” “My friends, Jo and Alex are getting married. Our friend April is organizing the wedding, hence the classiness of the invitation.” I explain. “Do you work together?” “Yeah, Jo is in general and Alex is in peds.” “When is the wedding?” “A couple of weeks from now.” I show him the invitation. “Are you going?” “Of course, it is one of the few occasions we all have a day off.” I reply. “Are you going alone?” He asks me. “Jean is definitely going to tag along. But as of a plus one, no. I am going to be by myself, probably.” “I am going to be in town on the wedding day…” Calum mumbles and I gasp. “Are you trying to ask to be my plus one?” “Not successfully, I see. But yeah, it would be fun to meet your friends. Plus, I know how men hit on pretty girls like you when they go alone to weddings.” He states. I leave my phone on the side and move to straddle his lap and cradle his face in my hands. “You should definitely come to the wedding with me. I don’t think I have seen you in formal attire, and something tells me it is going to be fucking hot…” I moan and he cleans his throat. “This is hot. I really like you straddling me like that.” “I like you like that. I think I will like you even better if I just… Do… That.” I grab his wrist, pinning them on the headboard of his bed. He is looking at me mesmerized, definitely not having seen that coming. “I didn’t know you had that in you…” “I have many secrets, Chicken Tender Guy. You have a lot to discover.”
Masterlist  /  Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face /  Dr. Angel Face Alternative  /  Dr. Angel Face Prequel 1 , 2 ,  4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 
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Loving on Island Time // Calum Hood
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Word Count: 9254
Warnings: super self indulgent bf cal, lots of smut. lots of cuteness too.
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You scramble to answer your ringing phone. You’d just finished stuffing the last bit of your things into your backpack. 
“That suitcase better be packed little miss.” Your boyfriend, Calum, warns.
You’d been together for 2 years and after finishing your masters, and Cal finishing an album and tour cycle, neither of you could wait for the vacation you’d planned. 
“It’s packed and ready to go.” You confirm. 
“Great, I’ll be there in 15. We’ll grab dinner and then head back to my place and we’ll be set for morning.” 
“Ok! I’ll see you when you get here, handsome.”
Cal is surprised when he walks in to grab your bag and you are, in fact, packed. “Pretty girl, are you ready for a nice little getaway?” He asks. He is and you can tell, it’s coursing through his veins. He’s practically bouncing and he’s got the biggest smile on his face. “I’m so ready to just have all of your attention.” He wraps his arms around you, kissing on your neck, “seeing you in those short shorts and bikinis, and nothing…” he presses his lips to yours. 
“I’m ready to get all these tattoos on display… get you in some sunshine.” You grin. 
He pulls you into a hug, kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear, “getting you wrapped around me all over that hotel suite is probably the thing I’m most excited for.” 
“Calum.” You giggle. 
“Such a happy sound.” He grins against your cheek as he squeezes you tighter to his body. “Now c’mon pretty lady, need to see you in my T-shirt one more time before you spend this trip half naked or naked.” He pulls away and grabs your hand in one of his and your suitcase in the other. You grab your backpack and he leads you to his car, pausing briefly while you lock the door.
Cal had already ordered dinner so he just had to run in and get it. And he was not kidding about getting you in his T shirt. 
And to be fair, you hadn’t seen each other since he flew in super quick for your graduation and then flew out to make a show. You’d barely spent an hour together, but you treasured it. 
The morning was tough, you missed being snuggled up to him and he’s pushing you out of bed to catch your flight. He catches you with a “hey pretty girl” while brushing your teeth and he snaps a picture and you know he’s gonna be this way for a day or two. 
Your relationship wasn’t entirely public but the more time you spend together, the less he cares. He pulls you close and holds your hands, usually by way of wrapping a few of his fingers around a few of yours. And he kisses the top of your head as you lean against him on the plane. 
You knew Cal went all out on booking the hotel. You have a private villa with its own swimming pool and private beach access. It had 2 bedrooms and a common space with a dining room and living room area, and a balcony. The bathroom has a tub that’s larger than the apartment you’d lived in when you first met Cal. 
“Wow… look at this tub.” You exclaim, taking in the bathroom. 
Cal wraps his arms around your waist from behind. “We’ll spend plenty of time in there together. But why don’t you take a bath and relax, and I’ll wait for our bags.” 
“Babe, I'd prefer…” 
“I won’t hear it.” He cuts you off with a kiss. “Get in there and get relaxing.” He walks out and you get yourself in the tub. 
Afterward, you pull on a robe and wander out into the common area, as you pass through the bedroom you see rose petals on the bed and candles everywhere. You pout and when you walk into the common space, you see Calum holding a glass of champagne in each hand. He hands one to you and pulls you against him. “Cal this is so romantic.” You murmur, looking up at him. 
He smiles down at you and kisses you, “I’d do anything for you, pretty girl, I want you to know that.” 
“This… is extravagant.” You look around before resting your head against his chest. 
“You definitely deserve it, and I want you to have this. We’ve been so busy and we’ve had no time together… I know you’d be happy to stay home, but this way we can’t get distracted by outside things. And I’m so so proud of you, finishing your masters. That wasn’t easy and you sacrificed a lot, including time with me, to get it done. And now I want to dedicate this time to you.” 
You pout up at him, and he kisses your bottom lip. “Thank you, Cal.” 
“You’re welcome pretty girl. I’m not kidding, you deserve it.” He holds you against him while you finish the glass of champagne. And then he grabs the bottle and leads you to the bedroom. “I know you already saw all this…” 
“So romantic of you.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck, standing on your toes to kiss him. 
“This champagne has already gone to your head?” He chuckles, hoisting you up by your thighs. 
“No… the months and months we’ve been apart are going straight to my core with this romantic gesture.” 
“Well…” he collapses on the bed and lays back, “who am i to deny you something you need?” he pulls you down for a kiss. He undoes the robe and pushes his hands up your thighs to your hips, and up your tummy to your breasts. He kneads them, gently pinches your nipples. “You want me to eat you, little miss?” 
“No… not right now, need to be full of you.” 
He slips his hands over your shoulders, pushing the robe down your arms. He pulls you into his chest, rolls you over and sits up on his knees. “I think I wanna little taste.” He murmurs, pushing your thighs apart. He runs his hands up your thighs, his lips slowly following, his breath fans across your core and your body shudders. “It’s just been so long and we both like it so much.” He mentions. He wraps both arms around your thighs. 
You can’t argue with him because you love this so much. And he makes you wait, anticipating his skilled, wet tongue slicking between your folds by leaving wet kisses along both thighs, over your lips, sucking a quick hickey onto each thigh and then gently nibbling and sucking at your lips. “Cal…” you whine. 
“You’re right, it’s been too long for both of us.” He grins as you slip your fingers in his hair and he licks one fat stripe along your slit, splitting your lips and finally making contact with your throbbing clit. “You weren’t kidding. Very wet.” He grins. He hmms and it turns into a hum as he wraps his lips around your clit to suck. He teases a finger tip in and you whine loudly as he decides against it and pulls his finger away. He pulls his lips off your clit and licks at the juices leaking out of your opening, your other hand grabs onto one of his on your thigh and you squeeze it. “Ok baby.” He groans, letting you go and pushing himself back up on his knees. He pulls his shirt over his head and rubs over the bulge in his shorts. “We’re gonna go ahead and get this bed crossed off our list of surfaces.” He smirks. He gets off the bed and gets his shorts and underwear off and watches you shimmy the robe off before grabbing your ankle, to pull you closer to him. 
He stands between your legs and watches you eye his cock, licking your lips before he grabs your chin and directs you to look at him, “how do you want me?” You smirk. 
“How do you want it?” He grins as you bite your lip and think about it and then watches you turn over, propping yourself up on your hands and knees. “My girl.” He groans, giving you a swat on your ass. He slicks his tip through your folds, and then slowly pushes all the way in. 
You sigh, “oh god Cal, I’ve missed this.” You admit. 
“Me too darlin, you feel so good.” He praises, hips pressed against your ass, relishing in the way you feel around him. He starts up a slow rhythm, both of you just breathing a little heavier, he holds your hips. “Ya know,” he pants, “I thought this would be a little more desperate, since it’s been so long… but I just wanna enjoy this with you.” He pulls all the way out and you whine. “I know darlin, can you turn over for me?” He asks. 
You make quick work of turning over and Cal pulls you into his lap, so you’re chest to chest and face to face. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his, as he guides himself in, he grins as your eyes roll back and you pull him closer, rolling your hips on his. “Oh…” you moan, “I need this stud.” 
“We both do.” He moans, pressing his lips against yours. 
Cal ends up with a couple hickies on his collarbone and you have a couple high on your neck before either of you cum. You collapse together in a fit of giggles. “I missed this.” You murmur, twisting his curls in your fingers, as you lay with your head on his chest. Calum hums beneath you, agreeing with your sentiment. “You’re a marked man, handsome.” You gently push on one of his hickies.
Cal pushes the hair off your neck and caresses his thumb over one of yours before gently pressing one between your thighs. “You’re marked too, darlin.” He kisses your forehead. 
“Good. Don’t need any random men hitting on me.” You wrap your arm possessively around Calum and he squeezes you tight against his body. 
“You deal with that a lot?” He wonders aloud. 
“When I go out with friends.” You kind of shrug. “Or if I go to the restaurant I like by your house? I go alone typically and stop by and say hi to Duke and Roy. But I always get hit on.” 
“I hate that.” He murmurs, squeezing you tight to his body. “I know you don’t like it either. Just wish… sometimes… I was around for you more.” 
You push yourself up on your knees next to him. “Don’t Cal. We knew when we got together that we were both sacrificing time with each other for our dreams, and if that meant 3 weeks out of a year with you, I was happy with it.” 
“I hope it’s more than 3 weeks every year.” He rubs his hand on your thigh, trying to make a joke. “No, I know baby. And I love what we have, I just wanna see you more, and leave you alone less.” Cal sits up, “I adore you.” He makes eye contact with you, tucks hair behind your ear and rests his palm on your cheek. 
“I’d like that too.” You nod, biting your lip. 
Cal leans in and kisses your forehead, a slightly wet kiss. “Let’s get cleaned up and go explore before dinner.” 
Dinner and exploring are spent catching up, you split a couple bottles of wine and Cal pulls the two of you through the villa to drop your shoes and head to the beach. 
“Hey,” you mention, as you stand hand in hand letting the warm water wash over your feet, he looks at you, “did I ever tell you how much it meant that you came to my graduation? I know that day was so demanding on you.” 
“Don’t downplay what that day was because I was mildly inconvenienced. I wouldn’t have been anywhere else. I’m glad you asked.” He admits, “it showed me that it was something you were proud of and valued and I should value it for you too.” He pulls you against him and kisses the side of your head, “besides,” he whispers, “koropiko.” 
You look up at him curiously. Cal sometimes spoke his mother’s language to you, and you could recognize the cadence and that he was saying something, but it was still a work in progress, especially when he introduced new words. 
He grins, “it means ‘adore’, I dunno, it pops in my head when I think of you.” 
“Calum.” You smile at him. “That’s so sweet, handsome.” 
He pulls you into him for a hug, “oh, you’re cold, why didn’t you say something?” He murmurs into the top of your head. 
“Don’t feel it so much when I’m around you.” You shrug in his arms. 
“C’mon, lets go inside.” He runs his hands over your ass and gives it a little squeeze before pulling you off your feet by your thighs. He collapses on the couch with you straddling him. “Would you mind, darlin, if I finished what I started earlier?” He asks, pushing the skirt of your dress up around your hips. 
“I think you did finish what you started.” 
“Mmm mmm. You may have cum, but it wasn’t by my tongue.” He whispers against your lips. 
You grin, pushing yourself up off his lap, Cal pulls your panties down and let’s one hand skim up your thigh to your ass, he grips it, and his other hand holds your thigh as he gets comfortable. He scoots down and rests his head on the back of the couch, “up?” You ask.
“Yeah baby, C’mere.” He helps you situate over his face and pulls you down how he wants you, locking one arm around your thigh, and reaching up to pull the top of the dress down. As he licks a stripe over your clit, he starts to palm over your breasts. He doesn’t waste any time either, immediately licking his tongue up inside you. You squirm and he chuckles, “see if I’d really been done then you wouldn’t be squirming like this.” He murmurs, flicking his tongue over your clit before sucking on it. 
“I’d still squirm.” You whine. 
“It’s a different squirm.” He smacks your ass. “Now, be my good girl and cum on my tongue.” 
“Oh god… stud, please.” You moan, gripping into his bicep and hair, rolling your hips. 
He’s murmuring something into you, while working hard to make you cum with just his tongue, one of his favorite ways to make you cum. 
“Calum, Calum, Calum.” You chant, digging your nails in and pulling his hair. 
He licks you through your orgasm and then pulls you down into his lap. His face is shiny and wet from your juices. He holds your face and pulls you in for a kiss. “The sweetest thing,” he murmurs. “I love the sounds you make.” 
You giggle, “I love making them for you.” You pull away and pull at the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head, and Cal takes his shirt off. He grins as you sink to your knees between his legs and he helps you pull his pants down. 
“You don’t have to, you know?” He mentions. 
“Why wouldn’t I want to?” You smirk, licking the tip, getting the taste of precum and then sitting up to kiss him, he easily meets you halfway. You plant sloppy wet kisses on his cock, using your hand to spread it. “Do you know how many nights I’d get home from a long day of class and work, and I’d just wanna see you, and be naked with you. And I’d call and by the time you answered, I’d remember you weren’t home.” 
“Is that when I get the voice memos and pictures?” 
“Mmhmm… and video calls for when I was wishing I could be doing this.” You murmur before wrapping your lips around his tip. 
He hums and sweeps your hair up and off of your face, loosely holding it up for you. “This is why we’re so good together.” He cups your chin and caresses your cheek with his thumb. You look up at him with innocent eyes. “We love to please each other.” He groans, “pretty giiirrlll.” His hand tightens in your hair, “I need you darlin.” He moans, gently pulling your head off of him. 
“Cal…?” You slurp the bit of spit still connected to his cock, and he wipes what’s dripped down your chin. 
“I think I mentioned I’m having you on every surface in this place. And we don’t have time to waste… there’s a lot of space.” He smirks. Cal makes his way to the floor and pulls you into a kiss. 
“You want me over this couch?” You smirk. 
“I do, I very much do.” He grins. He can’t keep his hands off of you as you grab a pillow and kneel on, you put your hands on the couch but are waiting to press your chest against it. Calum situates himself behind you and he’s so slick when he pushes in. 
You let out a breathy laugh, Cal grips your hips and presses his lips to your shoulder, “holy shit, darlin.”
You turn your head for a kiss, but Cal is a little coy about it, brushes his nose against yours, ghosts his lips over yours, but never just kisses you like you want. He kisses your neck and you tangle your fingers in his curls, he brings a hand up to give attention to your breasts. 
You lean forward and Cal pulls his hand back, he gives you a little space and you start to control the pace, fucking yourself onto him. Cal loves this, loves the show, loves your ass, and loves the noises you make while pleasing yourself on him. He lets his fingers trail gently down your back before finally reaching around to rub your clit, only because he wasn’t going to last much longer and he needed you to cum too. 
Cal leans forward and bites your earlobe “c’mon darling.” He murmurs.
“I’m cumming, stud.” You moan out loudly, feeling him pushed all the way in and he’s against you. And then you feel his cum releasing into you, and you let out little moans as you move your hips against him, milking his cock. He pulls out super slow and admires his cum leaking out of you, 
“You know I love this view.” He murmurs, carefully tracing his finger over your cum covered pussy. He scoops you in his arms and pulls you into his lap as he collapses back to the couch. He gently palms your breasts and squeezes your nipples, “these sensitive little friends are gonna be the center of attention in the morning.” 
You trace your finger around his and grin, “... and these will be mine.” 
He bits his lip and pulls you into a kiss. “Let’s go get cleaned up and we’ll get a bottle of wine and we can sit outside and catch up?” 
“I’m kinda tired, Cal, and we have brunch at 10 tomorrow morning.” 
“I know, I know, I just don’t want this day to end. Ever.” He admits. 
Your heart kinda melts and you melt into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I don’t want it to end either.” You admit. He rubs your back for a few minutes and then you both get up and take a quick shower. 
You pull on the hoodie Cal brought for you, he pulls on basketball shorts and you both go to sit outside with the wine. You curl up in his lap because he wants you close. You finish the bottle of wine and stay up way longer than you should, just being together. The conversation was minimal but the cuddles and kisses were plenty. 
After the day of travel and the multiple orgasms, you both needed it. 
You fall asleep outside and are only woken when the sun starts to rise. Cal sleepily hoists you up and takes you to bed; both of you shedding the one piece of clothing you're wearing while he closes the curtains.
Calum pulls you into him once he’s in bed next to you and you swing your leg over his hip putting you on top of him. He presses his lips to yours. Your eyes don’t even open. “Cal.” You murmur against his lips. “Handsome…” 
He situates himself, tip just at your entrance, letting you decide if you want him that way. He's not surprised at all when you wiggle your hips to take him all the way in and then drop your legs to the side. 
You both slowly roll your hips against one another, building very slow orgasms, but it seemed to be noted that it wasn’t about that, it was just about being close. And to further solidify that, you both fall asleep before either of you finish. 
Cal is the first one up for the day, and he wants to get up, but he doesn’t want to move you. He thinks you look peaceful and you’re sitting still for once. He sweeps your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead, watching as you slowly start to wake up. “Hi.” You murmur, turning your head toward him. 
“Hey darlin.” He grins. “Sleep well?” 
“It’s nice to wake up with you.” You nod, yawning and stretching. 
“Yeah, it’s nice to wake up in you.” He smirks. 
You gently hit his chest, and then push yourself up. You slowly roll your hips a couple times, “you’re right, this is nice.” 
“You gonna get yourself off on me, then?” 
“Do you mind? I’m kinda into it now.” You wink with a smirk. 
“My pretty baby wants to use me to get off? I don’t mind at all.” He rubs his hands up your thighs and settles them on your hips for a moment. “I think I promised you more attention for these nipples today.” He murmurs, sitting himself up against the headboard. He immediately starts mouthing them. 
“Oh fuck.” You moan, you put your hands on his chest so you can grope him and pinch his nipples as well. 
If either of you thought this was gonna be slow, that thought is quickly gone as you get yourself bouncing on his cock, “that’s it darlin.” He encourages in a loud moan. 
Cal cums first and loudly, and he only takes a beat before lifting you off of his cock in favor of pushing his fingers in to work you. He cradles you to his chest as he quickly works his fingers in and out of you. Your flick your tongue over his nipples, sucking them occasionally, his grunts make you hotter, and aid in getting you off faster. 
“Calum…” you whine, arching your back. 
He tightens his arm around your waist and slows his fingers down, switching to a caress inside of you, watching you squirm as he coos, “so good darlin, I can feel it, you’re right there.” 
You let out a strangled whine, and grip into his chest as you cum, Cal pulls his fingers out but continues to rub his palm against your clit, keeping you from fully coming down for a while. “I missed this.” You admit, looking up for his lips. 
“Me too,” he murmurs. “The one time you truly need me. Otherwise you are just fine to be independent.” 
“I think you like it that way too.” You arch your back again. 
“Of course I do.” He chuckles, drawing his hand away. 
You finally look at the clock. “Cal.” You chuckle. “It’s fuckin noon.” 
“We were up late.” He reasons. 
“Breakfast ended at 10:30.” You pout. 
“I won’t let you starve little one, don’t worry, let’s get showered and we’ll find some food before hitting the beach.” He promises. 
The next few days go much the same way: time spent touching and being together, being outside, or trying to find food, because you inevitably miss all of the planned times the restaurants are open until dinner. 
“I gotta keep you inside today.” Cal murmurs after slow, wake up, cuddle sex. 
“Why?” You pout. 
“Your skin is so pink. I’m worried about you.” 
“What if we skip the beach? But we can still do the pool. It’s in the shade.” 
“I’m ok with that plan.” He chuckles. “C’mon, lets get some pool time in before lunch.” He gets out of bed and puts on his swim shorts and he helps you tie the back of your bikini top. You grab the pool towels and head out to the private pool. 
You spend the majority of the time wrapped around Cal and he’s perfectly happy with that. You whine about missing breakfast again, and how you wanted to partake in bottomless mimosas, he promises to make more of an effort to get up in the coming days, and keep his hands off so it’s possible, though you aren’t sure you want to sacrifice. 
After a couple hours Cal prompts you about your grumbling stomach and the two of you head inside to shower and get ready for lunch.
There’s nothing spectacular about it but he looks so happy when he’s looking at you from across the table, eyes red from the chlorine exposure and late nights, pink cheeks from all the laughing, his black curls falling perfectly on his head, and he's got the softest look on his face. 
You slowly head back to your room and Cal’s got his hands all over you. “Wanna nap?” He chuckles as you guys walk in.
“I could go for a nap if we’re planning another late night.” You admit. 
“All of our nights here are gonna be late, little one. I feel like it’s when you get the best of me.” He admits.
“It’s definitely the least guarded me.” You agree. 
“And that’s who I want.” He nods. It seems like he’s gonna say something else but his phone rings and you’re both confused by it for a minute, neither having heard your phones so much as vibrate in the days you’d been here. He picks it up and looks it over, “it’s Ash. He’s called a couple times.” 
You grab yours and look at him, “he called me too. Better answer.” 
“Hey, you’re on speaker.” Cal says, putting the phone on the table. 
“Hey. I’m sorry to bother you, I know this is your time away with your girl, but Kay Kay and i broke up and I think it’s for good this time and I really need someone to talk to.” 
You smile at Cal, “I’ll just… go for a short walk.” You shrug. 
“20 minutes Ash, that’s it.” Cal gives him a firm number, and watches as you walk out the door. 
As you wander around the resort, you notice all the Plumeria growing in the bright colors, it makes you think of Cal, and you decide to pick some to take back with you. 
You unlock the door back into the room and Cal is sitting on the couch, Ash rambling over speaker phone, he’s just nodding along and adding a couple little affirmations he’s still listening. He makes eye contact with you and then picks up his phone. 
“Ash, your 20 is up.” He cuts his friend off. 
“Yeah yeah yeah, ok. You two stay out of trouble.” He laughs. 
“Can’t get in trouble if we never leave the room.” You laugh. 
“Fair point.” He laughs loudly, “have fun and be safe. Take care of our boy.” Ash says before the phone beeps and the line goes quiet. 
“Whatcha got there?” Calum asks, looking at the flowers. 
“Oh! I dunno they made me think of you. I wanted you to see them.” You say, handing over the handful. 
Cal stares at the flowers in his hand for a moment and then looks at you, he pulls you in for a hug and squeezes you tight against him. “So sweet, darlin.”
You grin up at him and he kisses your nose, “well, we’ve had sex on the table, the coffee table, outside by the pool, the shower, counter in the bathroom, this chair, the couch, our bed… I think we gotta hit up the guest room.” You admit, winking at him. 
“I'm so glad you’re on board.” He smirks, he gently sets the flowers down and pulls you off your feet. 
You expect Cal to set you on the dresser or side table and have his way with you, but he carefully lays you back on the bed and undresses you slowly, letting his lips trail your entire body. He pulls away and leaves the room, you naked and spread on the bed, but he comes back with a cup in hand. He leans in for a kiss and then takes a drink from the glass, but the second he presses his lips to your stomach, you know he’s got ice in his mouth. You squeal when he wraps his lips around one of your nipples. 
“Seems like you could use a cool down after that walk.” He murmurs, switching to the other side. 
You tangle your fingers in his hair, and Calum kisses between your breasts and down over your belly to your core. You squeal again before he even makes contact, and you squirm. He gets another piece of ice in his mouth before kissing on each of your thighs. 
He pulls away and sheds his clothes. “You look like you’ve cooled down.” He murmurs, getting situated between your thighs. He grabs your thigh and rests it against his chest, leaning in for a kiss as he pushes in. 
This is different than it had been every time before, and you can feel it in Cal’s motions. He’s keeping you close, and keeping eye contact with you as much as possible. And though he’s done this before, he’s pouring emotion into every look. You grip your nails into his back as you're about to cum, and he nods at you, pressing your lips together. He cums just a bit after you and pulls out, letting himself rest against your body, head on your chest. You start gently scratching his scalp as the two of you say nothing. But you both feel content with that. 
Cal’s quiet the rest of the day. He’s doodling in his notebook and you’re tucked under his arm reading a book you’d bought at the airport, just enjoying being together. Every so often he’ll lean over to kiss your neck. 
You opt for dinner on the patio, Cal is very content in your bubble right now and he’s not wanting to introduce an outside presence to it. But that’s fine for you. 
You both change into the minimal clothing and you crawl back in his lap on the patio. “Hey little one.” He murmurs. 
“Handsome.” You snuggle against his chest and take a deep breath. Cal wraps his arms around you and plants kisses to the top of your head. You take another deep breath, “I love you, sweet boy.” You murmur. You feel his heart rate pick up in his chest. 
“I love you, little one.” He murmurs into the top of your head and you give him a squeeze. 
“You were right to keep me out of the sun today.” You mention, closing your eyes, nuzzling into his neck. “Skins a little tender.” 
He laughs in his chest, “I figured, that’s why we did the ice earlier.” 
“No, you just wanted to see how I’d react.” You chuckle, “and that’s ok. I liked it, stud.” 
“Oh pretty girl.” He hums. 
“I’m so happy right now.” You look up at him for a kiss. He’s slightly shocked when you reach between the two of you to pull his cock out so you can slide yourself on it.
“Me too.” He hums. 
Calum wakes you up early, kissing gently on your neck. “My love.” He murmurs. 
You realize you're in bed with no recollection of how you got there. “Hey bubba.” 
“You fell asleep kinda early last night.” 
“Sorry.” You pout. 
“For what? For needing some extra sleep after I’ve spent the last week having you over every surface of this room? Nothing worth apologizing for.” He chuckles. “But I love you.” He pushes the hair off your face, “and I wanna have you before I get you to brunch on time at least once this trip.” 
You can feel your face soften at the admission, “I love you.” You grin, gripping into him. 
Cal pulls you under him, and easily slips himself into you. This session is very similar to the one before dinner. He keeps you close, capturing all your moans and whines in a kiss. 
You love all the ways Cal has you, easily, but nothing is quite like when he’s above you. His necklaces dangling down against your chest, feeling his body work, watching the muscles in his arms tense and release with the rhythm, and it always makes you feel impossibly close to him. 
“Calum.. Calum… Calum…” the chant is light and breathy and he’s feeling the way you’re squeezing him. 
“I’ve gotcha my love. You can let go.” He presses his lips to yours and feels as you cum, and soon after fills you with his cum. Cal pulls out and immediately rolls you over so you’re on top of him. The two of you lay quietly for a while, Calum rubbing your back. You eventually get up and get showered, the two of you finally making your brunch reservation. 
“I’ve been kinda thinking about something.” Cal mentions, you look at him curiously, “I wanna do something to commemorate this trip. So many big things. And you brought me flowers yesterday. My heart swelled…” he pulls his notebook out and shows you what he had been drawing the day before. “I want to get tattoos. Like I’ll get one and you get one? If you're comfortable with that. I’d like them to be similar, but again, depends on how you feel about it.” He shrugs, watching you close. 
“I like that idea… what if… what did you say to me the other day? Koropiko? What if I write it for yours and you write it for mine? You’re always gonna be a part of me Cal.” 
“That’s exactly how I feel.” He grins. “I want you to take time to think about this, ok? I want to make sure it’s something you want. We have a few more days here.” 
“Bubba… I’d love to do this with you. I don’t need to think about it.” 
After brunch, Cal sets to work on finding a tattoo shop, he consults the concierge, and a couple other people who work at the resort, And by dinner, you have an appointment with the best artist around for the next day. 
“Where are you getting yours?” He asks, carefully tearing the page from his notebook before you head out. 
“I’m not entirely sure yet,” you admit, “maybe here?” You point to the spot just before where your elbow bends. “Where are you getting yours?” 
“Here.” He points to the spot between his Mali Koa tattoo and the alive tattoo on his wrist. “So I can see it.” He shrugs. 
“That’s why I wanted mine here.” You smile. Cal leans down for a kiss, and then grabs your hand as the two of you walk out of the room. 
“You wanna go first?” He asks, while the artist transfers his drawing to the transfer paper, after getting you both to do your writing of “Koropiko.” 
“Kinda… I’m a little nervous.” You admit. 
“You already have one.” He smiles, “I’ll be there the whole time, you can hold my hand.” He promises, pulling you in and kissing your forehead. 
“I know. I wish I had more like you, but I’m a scaredy cat.” You murmur. 
The artist interrupts your moment, “colors? We can do a few different ones, if you guys wanna come look and we can decide and get started.” 
Cal very quickly picks a light pink with a dark pink toward the center of the flower, like the ones you brought for him, and you decide on the white and yellow ones, that you’d seen across the island as well. 
The tattoos are done quick, you’re both done within a couple hours, and then you head back. 
“Hey, wanna put on that dress for me tonight?” He asks, referring to the black dress he’d asked you to bring for a more dressed up night out. 
“Sure handsome.” You agree. 
“Feels like it’s the right night for it.” He shrugs. 
“I mean, let’s be real Cal, you could keep me naked in bed and this would be my favorite vacation ever.” You smirk. 
He grins and you both collapse on the couch together, you under his arm. You turn over your arm and look at the tattoo under the cellophane. And Cal moves his arm next to yours. “You’ve got my handwriting tattooed on you.” He murmurs. 
“And your drawing… you’ve got my handwriting.” You press your lips to his collarbone. 
“Happy to.” He nods grinning at you. He presses a gentle kiss on to your neck, leaving a trail up to your ear. He gently sucks on the lobe. “I want you.” He whispers. “Watching you get my design and my writing inked on your skin…” he lets out a little moan. 
“Calum.” You giggle, turning your face to him, letting him lock your lips together. 
“C’mon, we can shower, it’s about time to rinse these anyway, and we can have some fun in the shower.” 
“So you can’t wait for tonight?” You double check with a smirk. 
“No ma’am I cannot. Gonna need you now.” He confirms, scooping you in his arms to whisk you away to the shower. He carefully removes the cellophane from your arm and then his, and pulls you into the shower. “We’re gonna have to use the tub together tomorrow.” Cal starts the water and very diligently and gently helps you wash your tattoo, followed by his own before pulling you into him. “I love you.” He murmurs, holding you tight, pressing his lips over your face and neck. 
“Cal.” You moan, and he pulls you off your feet and presses you against the wall. He teases, fingers at your entrance and against your clit, and then moves to the tip of his cock. He switches to teasing kisses too, barely swiping his tongue across your lip and not allowing you to deepen the kiss. You whine against this mouth, and he finally pushes in, letting you know he hears you. He buries himself deep and just teasingly rolls his hips, not giving you enough friction to do anything with. “You really gonna tease me this much Hood?” 
“Just a gentle reminder of who always takes care of you.” He murmurs. 
“How could I ever forget?” You moan. “Please stud.” 
He starts to move his hips more and you grip hard into his skin. Cal gives you a full blown kiss and bites your lip as he pulls away. “You’re beautiful.” He caresses his thumb across your cheek. 
You cling tighter to him and he rocks his hips deeper into you, finally bringing you both to orgasm. 
You watch Cal get dressed, putting on his nice pants and the button down he brought, slipping the belt through the belt loops. He eyes you as he does it, “You gonna behave?” He asks, knowing that belt drives you wild. 
“I find it interesting you brought that belt.” 
“I wasn’t exactly expecting us to be as… love drunk?... as we’ve been.” He admits. “Thought we’d get some other use out of it.” He smirks. 
“Mmkay.” You raise your eyebrows and think about all the things that have happened with that belt. 
Cal can tell you’re slightly distracted as you sit next to each other in the booth at dinner. “Thought you were gonna behave?” He whispers as your hand slides up his thigh. 
“I’m not jerking you off under the table… so I’d call that behaving.” You joke. 
“I don’t think I’d be opposed. Remember when I made you cum at dinner when you came to visit? With ash sitting right across from us?” 
“Fuckin hot.” You groan. “Did you ever figure out if he knew?” You chuckle. 
“Oh he definitely knew. He didn’t want to embarrass you though, little miss.” He kisses your cheek. “Please keep behaving. We can play with the belt back in the room. You’re ass has not been sore at all.” He whispers. 
“I was hoping you’d want to use it in other ways.” You smirk.
“I’m open love, just be good for me.” He gives you his serious eyes. 
“Cal, I understand. No shenanigans at dinner.” You laugh. “I’ll be a good girl.” You sit back against the seat. 
“My good girl,” he murmurs in your ear, squeezing your knee. 
“You have to be good too…” you pout, “I did learn to fashion that belt into restraints.” You remind him. 
“And I’ve been waiting for you to use it on me ever since.” He chuckles, not really sure if you’re serious. 
You can’t get back to the room fast enough and the first thing that’s done is the belt is pulled through the loops and tossed to the bed, the only thing they two of you were gonna need besides the lube already next to the bed. 
Cal loves it as he watches you take charge, immediately watching you grab for the belt first once you’re down to your lingerie. “This comes with a price.” He reminds you. 
“And as you’ve already pointed out, my ass hasn’t been sore like that this trip.” You shrug. You push him to the bed and he holds his hand above his head, wrists together, he grins as you straddle him, leaning over and very obviously putting your tits in his face. He uses his teeth to move the fabric so he can get his mouth around your nipple while you work. He knows you’re taking your time and pretending to fuss with the belt so that you can keep him doing that. He switches over to the other nipple. “Baby boy,” you coo, pressing your breasts more onto his face before abruptly sitting up.
You get off of him, working his underwear down his legs, he spreads his legs and you sit on your knees between them. You gently run your hand over his balls and hard cock where it rests against his stomach. You leave his pink headed cock alone for a moment while you reach to take the bra off, leaving you in your panties. “I like you like this. I can play with your cock how I want,” you lean up to kiss him, “no guidance from you.” 
“No physical guidance… still got a mouth, little miss.” He tsks. 
“And I’ve still got panties I can stuff in there.” You wink, straddling his hips and slipping his hard cock into your panties, rubbing yourself against him. 
“You’re so wet for me.” He grins. 
“That seems right.” You grin, pushing yourself up, hands on his chest. You slowly roll your hips, letting his hard cock slip between your pussy lips, rubbing against your clit. “Holy hell stud.” You grin, “should I just make us cum like this?” You ponder out loud.
“I hate that I can’t touch you.” He groans, pulling at his restraints. 
“I know handsome.” You slow your hips to a painful pace and then slide him out. You push up off him and pull your panties down, leaning in to kiss him. “Can’t wait to suck your cock.” You whisper, sucking his ear lobe. You pull away, “open up.” You ball up your panties. 
“You sure you wanna do that? I know you love to hear me moan.” He smirks, but then opens his mouth. 
“I can handle the muffled moans for a bit.” You push the fabric into his mouth, “that ok?” You double check. He nods, “great!” You press your lips to his and start to kiss down his neck, over his chest tattoos. You take the time to flatten your tongue against each of his nipples, you enjoy his back arching off the bed and his muffled moan as you suck them. “Baby boy,” you coo, leaving open mouth kisses down over his stomach, finally letting your lips meet his red tip, just beginning to leak. You lavish your tongue over his sensitive cock, taking him in your mouth.
When you finally take him in your throat, you realize instantly how much you miss hearing him, it’s one of your favorite parts about being with Cal, you slick up his cock with extra spit and pull off, wrapping your hand around his cock and kissing back up his chest, bringing your mouth back to his nipples. You can hear the muffled moans better, being so close to him, but as you flick your tongue over his right nipple and twist your hand around his cock, you want more, you gently wrap your free hand around his throat, and continue working your other wrist, “so hot like this baby boy… but you’re right, I miss the moans, at least this way I can feel them.” You grin. Cal’s enjoying it, he loves this and you can definitely tell by the look on his face. But you also know he’s gonna turn this on you as soon as he gets the chance. 
“Try and let me know before you cum baby boy?” You ask, speeding your hand up. It’s only a couple minutes and he starts pulling at his hands, and whining more than moaning, “oh, is it time?” You give a teasing smirk, and a quick squeeze at his neck before moving to take him back in your mouth. Cal’s hips thrust into your mouth, spilling his hot cum as he goes. You swallow most of it and pull off, pressing your body against his, laying on top of him as you pull the fabric from his mouth. 
He comes in agressively for a kiss, forcefully licking into your mouth, hunting down the traces of his cum, and the small bit left under your tongue for him. “Ready to switch this up?” He grins. 
“What’s tonight’s specialty?” You ask, pushing yourself up to undo his hands. 
“Well… you muffled me… i want you to scream, so you aren’t cumming till you’re loud enough.” He explains, waiting for his hands to be free. Once they are, he grabs for the belt and scoops you against him, kissing you slowly, “gonna be hard for you. I know you’re already worked up and once I use this belt on your ass?” He murmurs against your lips, swallowing your moan. 
It takes nothing for Cal to flip you over his lap, you haven’t often explored these sides of each other but you’re definitely interested in doing more. 
He smooths his hand down your back, and over your ass, gently pinching it. Cal teases the leather over your ass, and then lets you have a soft spank with it. It still stings and you grip into the bed spread. “You’re so hot when you’re in charge.” He praises, letting the belt meet your ass again, “but, you’re amazing like this too.” 
Cal gives you ten, not doing them any harder than needed for a little sting and to turn your ass red. You’re already moaning when he finishes that, turning you over, you look up at him as he gently runs his fingers between your breasts and down to your core, feeling how wet you are. He takes note of your hard nipples. He tweaks them, while his fingertips on his other hand gently, lightly, tease your clit.
“Cal.” You whine, “c’mon stud, touch me.”  
“Oh I am, little miss.” He teases. “Don’t you feel this?” He rubs your clit slightly harder, and pulls his fingers away, instead rubbing his soaked digits over your nipples. “Ever since you first jumped me when I was wearing this belt, I’ve always wondered what your obsession was?” He reaches for the leather, careful to not touch the cool buckle with his hand. He lightly drags it across your skin, and over your nipples, watching your body shudder. “Is it this buckle?” He changes his grip on the belt, folding it half, “the soft leather?” He trails it across your thighs, and gently slaps it across your pussy. 
He watches your body writhe across his lap, and grins, letting the belt fall against your skin again. “Pretty baby.” He grins, “gonna be loud for me?” He checks, resituating the two of you, you on your back and spread open for him, him on his stomach. He playfully nips at your thighs, his tongue gently licks over your lips. 
You know he’s playing the long game. This whole thing is gonna be torturous, slow. He gently licks your core, splitting your lips slightly to find your clit, soaked, swollen, throbbing already. He rolls his tongue over the flesh before pulling it between his lips, starting the lightest sucking sensation you think you’ve ever felt. 
You suck in a sharp breath, “fuuck baby boy.” You moan. 
“You’re gonna have to be louder than that little miss.” He murmurs into your folds. 
He keeps up the slow pace, working just one finger in, and then two. You let out a long sigh and tangle your fingers in his curls and something seems to snap in him. He withdraws his fingers and pushes them into your mouth. He waits for you to clean them and then pulls you back against his mouth, angling your hips slightly up as he starts to loudly lick and suck your most sensitive parts. He tilts your hips up, moving his body so he can easily push his tongue in, flicking it against your opening, feeling you shake against him. He pulls away, knowing you're close, “what did I say?” He asks, smacking your clit with the flat of his hand, you jolt, and try to pull away, but he holds you tighter, delivering another smack with the flat of his hand, you whimper hard. “you’re gonna have to be a hell of a lot louder than that love, I can barely hear you.” He taunts delivering another, you make sure the following whimper is much louder in volume, but he still delivers another smack, dissatisfied with what he hears. “C’mon little miss, I know you can be louder.” 
Your hips buck, he grips them harder and lightly rubs his fingertip over your clit. “Please Cal!” You whine. 
“Little miss,” he’s almost stern as he lets his tongue lick around your opening, “begging isn’t going to help you here. I know you wanna cum, I can feel it. Need you to be loud for me.” He reminds you. 
“Calum, fuck.” You whine louder, “stud… please.” You cry out. 
“There we go… keep that up baby and I’ll let you cum.” He promises, going back to noisily eating your pussy. His face is covered in your juices, you can feel his cheeks against your thigh. His tongue dips back inside as his nose rubs against your clit, his free hand touching your body any and everywhere he can. 
Your loud moans are broken up with softer whines, fingers pulling hard on his hair. “Calum.” You moan out, louder than before, he palms over your breast, cupping it, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger and your hips buck as you chant his name, cumming on his tongue. He licks you through, grinning as he watches you writhe against his mouth and pull desperately at the bed spread. 
“So proud of you little miss,” he murmurs, slowly licking over sensitive spots. He gently sets your hips back on the bed, kissing up your body to pull you close giving you an intense open mouth kiss. “How do you feel?” He murmurs against your lips. 
You bury your face against his chest, “we need to explore these sides of us more often.” You murmur. You feel him chuckle. 
“Yeah I don’t know if I’d ever get enough of you like that… in either situation.” 
“I could say the same for you.” You look up at him and he kisses your nose. 
You lay together, kissing softly until it turns needy and you throw your leg over his hip and and it turns into slow sex, rolling your hips together, moaning into kisses. 
“Caaaal,” you drawl, digging your fingers into his skin, he pulls you closer, bodies melding together. 
“That’s it Darlin.” He murmurs, encouraging you further. It’s probably only minutes but it feels like and entire lifetime together when you both finally cum, you first and cal just a few moments behind. You both lay quietly, him still buried in you, lightly dragging his fingertips up and down your back, as if he knows that more than that could be too much for you. “Wanna take a bath with me?” He asks. 
“Yeah.” You murmur. He knows you're exhausted, he can feel it in the way you rest on him. And he admires for a second that even if you don’t get to spend as much time together as either of you would like, he still knows you and your body so well. He presses several kisses to the top of your head and across your cheeks when you look up at him. “What’s that for?” You giggle. 
“Felt like you needed some affection. And I am happy to give it.” He wraps his arms tight around you and drags you both from the bed. He sets you on the counter as he readies the bath, a quick reminder that you can’t submerge the tattoos, and you sink beneath the water between his thighs, taking a deep breath, letting out a sigh. “You alright?” He whispers, arm wrapping around your waist. 
“Mmm.” You nod, twining your fingers with his, “just really sad this is coming to an end, Cal. We’ve never had time like this, and it’s been such a, like… dream?” 
“I hear you. But, I have time off, and I’m so excited for what your plan is. And I’m happy to support you.” 
“You know launching this is gonna be such a big ordeal, and I’ll have very little time.” 
“Darlin, I’m aware. But I can’t wait to be a doting boyfriend for a bit and really get to experience this with you. You’ve worked so hard and built yourself to this point. I’m so fuckin proud of you.” He pulls you tight against him and kisses on your cheek and neck for emphasis. “What do you think about champagne tonight? Maybe a little snack too?” 
“I feel very positively about both of those things tonight.” You chuckle, turning to kiss him. 
“Good.” He murmurs against your lips. It quickly turns into a make out session that Cal has to stop from going much further. “Let’s go relax.” He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. 
So you take up your spot on his lap out by the pool, a bottle of champagne that you’re both taking pulls off, and some chocolate and fruit. 
“This couldn’t be more perfect, my love.” He murmurs.
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royalcalum · 4 years ago
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Must Love Dogs
Featuring: Calum x reader
Warnings: language, mentions of being catfished I guess... it’s just straight up fluff tbh
Summary: As an up-and-coming Twitch streamer, you’re used to befriending people online. When you start getting cozy enough with one fan for them to ask for a ride from the airport, you find out who you’ve really been talking to for six months.
Author’s Note: I’m going to try to start rewriting some old fics (mainly Calum tbh) to make them more realistic (lol as if this is realistic) and better in general so this is a rewrite of “blurb request lol 4/4 where you're whole relationship has been on the internet like you met on twitter or something and you finally meet at the airport after like five months idk this would be really cute and it's like my dream :----(“ Not beta’d
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It started as an innocent fan and creator friendship. You’d been streaming on twitch for a while and had gained a decent sized following, averaging about 500 viewers per stream. Needless to say, your comments section was a little difficult to keep up with. But even with the quick scrolling of new comments with each statement you made, you noticed one name in particular whose comments were always funny or sweet instead of crude and vulgar, like some of those your mods were frequently deleting.
When that same username followed you on Twitter not long after you took notice of them, you were quick to follow back. You’d followed a few of your “fans” before, so it wasn’t unusual. Hell, it wasn’t even odd for you to DM back and forth with some of your followers. What was out of character was becoming attached to one of those fans.
All you knew was his first name (Calum), his age (24), and his location (LA) before you started talking regularly. He had asked for your number at one point, but was understanding when you said you don’t give out that kind of information. For you, it was a relief to finally talk to a man who not only enjoyed your streams, but didn’t make you feel objectified and demeaned. For him, it was a relief to finally meet someone who liked him instead of his name or money.
Communicating with him grew difficult when he flew to Australia to visit family. The time difference still gave you time to DM every day, but staying up late wasn’t quite the same when it was just afternoon for him. You’d already spent five months talking to him and as much as you hated admitting it, you had started to care for this mystery man despite never seeing his face. That never stopped you before (Corpse, anyone?), but for all you knew, “Calum, 24, California” was actually “Craig, 42, Alabama.”
When it came time for him to fly back to LA, you were surprised when he asked if you wanted to meet up when he got back. Like, right when he got back. As in “my friend can’t pick me up and I don’t want to ask you of all people to suffer through LAX traffic so I can just get an Uber if I need to but it’d also be nice to finally meet if you could give me a ride from the airport,” back.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t apprehensive. He was technically still a stranger you met on the internet and you couldn’t guarantee he wasn’t going to overpower you, take your car, kidnap you, and murder you somewhere in the desert. But you took precautions and told your roommate and a couple other friends where you would be and when to expect you back. If things went well and you spent more time with Calum, you’d call them and tell them, no texting.
Two days later, you stood next to your car parked outside the baggage claim for his airline. You didn’t even know who to look for, but he knew what you looked like — obviously, since you met through your twitch stream.
As people started to flood out of the airport doors, you started to wonder if you had been duped. Would this be a story worthy of Nev and Max? Being led to an airport just to be stood up? More and more people left the terminal while you took up space with your car. You’d get a ticket if you didn’t leave soon — your car may be running but you were technically parked in the loading zone — and your anxiety just continued to grow. He wouldn’t lead you on for nearly six months and stand you up at LAX, of all places… right?
Just as you looked down at your phone again to let your roommate know you might be back sooner than expected, you heard your name called from a few feet away.
And when you looked up, you were starstruck.
“You motherfucker,” you laughed as he got closer. “You knew I was a fan from my stream! That’s why you didn’t want to FaceTime!”
He laughed with you and didn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug.
“It was fun getting to just talk to you,” he defended. “I didn’t want you to unintentionally treat me differently just because you like my band.”
It felt nice to not only meet him, but feel him. He held you tight against his chest, his arms circling your shoulders with yours around his waist. And his thick sweater gave you a soft cushion to rest your head against as you just held each other. You pulled back from his hug but kept your hands on his ribcage, his resting on the sides of your neck as you asked, “How did you end up on my stream?”
“Someone tweeted a clip of you singing one of our songs from an older stream so I decided to check you out. I thought you were pretty and fun so I came back for more.”
For a second, you just stared up at him in multiple stages of shock. This was Calum Hood. From your favorite band. He just hugged you. And called you pretty. How could you handle this?!
But you could handle this. Because he was also the guy you had been talking to for the past six months. The guy you stayed up late talking to and who sent supportive messages when your chat got too aggressive and told you stories from his childhood. You knew him. You just had to let yourself realize the man you’d grown to care about personally was also the man you cared about as a fan.
Holy shit.
“Are you okay?” he asked, sliding his hands down your neck and over your shoulders to your upper arms as he looked down at you with concern etched on his face.
“What? Oh, yeah. Sorry, it’s just taking me a second to really let this all sink in,” you admitted.
“Yeah, now that we’re here, I’m realizing I probably should’ve broken the news in a less, uh, spontaneous way,” he laughed nervously, dropping his hands from you and shoving them in his pockets instead.
You should’ve just kept your mouth shut to keep those hands on you. Or if luck was on your side, he’d have his hands all over you later.
“I mean, I’m not mad about it,” you shrugged. “It’s just not what I expected.”
“What did you expect?” he asked with a smirk.
You let out a sigh. “Honestly? I was kind of expecting to either be stood-up or meet a 42-year-old balding man from Alabama with a beer belly named Craig.”
“Wait… his beer belly is named Craig?”
“No, he is named Craig, you doof!” you laughed, gently shoving Calum’s arm.
“Well I’m sorry to disappoint,” he said with that same smirk on his lips.
“Oh believe me, I’m anything but disappointed,” you replied with a quirk of your own lips. “So, am I taking you to your place then?”
Calum started loading his luggage into the backseat of your car as he spoke to you. With only two checked bags and a carry-on, he didn’t have much, but clearly wouldn’t let you help as he hoisted everything in.
“Yes, please,” he said as he shut the car door. “As excited as I am to finally meet you, I really miss my dog.”
You gasped and immediately perked up. “Duke?!”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “Do you want to meet him?”
“Oh my god, yes!” You ran around to the driver’s side and impatiently waited for Calum to get in and buckle his seatbelt before weaving through the waiting cars to get out of LAX. Fortunately, Calum got in on a late night flight so the traffic wasn’t as bad as you’ve seen before.
“I feel like you’re more excited to meet my dog than you are to meet me,” Calum pouted from the passenger’s seat.
“As excited as I am to finally meet you,” you started with a direct quote, “I really love dogs.”
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taleofharrison · 4 years ago
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The One | Calum Hood
Summary: Calum tells the story of how you knew you were the one while you talk about your movie and he talks about his fifth album.
Warnings: A flashback with italics and Tom Holland as a guest (he’s mentioned once)
Requested: nope just wanted to write something wher Tom and 5sos are friends.
Word Count: 943
A/N: Just a blurb living in my fantasy world where my comfort celebrities know each other.
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“From the new movie Runaway and from 5 Seconds of Summer please welcome Y/N Y/L/N and Calum Hood!” James Corden announced.
This would be the first interview without any of your castmates and the first one for Calum without any of his bandmates this time the stars aligned and 5SOS released their fifth studio album and your movie came out almost at the same time meaning his label and your PR team would use your relationship and get as much juice out of it as possible and while you and Calum hated the way your relationship was used for clout or promo sometimes you guys wouldn’t say no to an interview together.
“Y/N your movie is doing great in the box office right now, Calum your band just earned another number one album, and you are also engaged” the crowd cheered with James’ words “you really are the definition of power couple, aren’t you?”
“Well, what can I say?” Calum shrugged “I hit jack pot when I met her.”
He grabbed your hand and kissed it making you giggle.
“Now let’s talk about your movie where you share screen with the one and only Tom Holland care to share about that experience?” James moved on with the interview.
“It was a pleasure working with him he really puts a lot of himself in his craft and I think we both learned a lot from each other since a lot of the scenes were so intense to shoot sometimes. We had each other’s backs all the time” you answered.
“Now was it difficult to find the chemistry?” he inquired again. Calum might have known where this was going to, so he chuckled.
“The moment we met we started hanging out way before shooting our characters only have each other and while they are not the best friends at the beginning, they grow to like each other and form a pretty solid friendship” you spoke not really giving that much away.
“It seems like you formed a pretty strong bond outside silver screen” he said, “so strong that Tom became your fiancé’s new best friend.”
James pulled out a screenshot from under his desk it was from Luke’s Instagram. The photo was of Calum and Tom both clearly wasted and the caption saying I think I’ve been replaced.
The audience laughed with James and Calum while you just face palmed yourself.
“Honestly sometimes it felt like the ones who had to bond for a movie were them not me and Tom” you joked playfully rolling your eyes which earned you a kiss on the cheek from Calum “I was third wheeling most of the time.”
With one last chuckle James moved on to Calum “and about your album how does it feel to come back with your fifth album and still hitting number one?”
“It still feels surreal to be honest” he replied, “the fans are crazy some of them been supporting us for 10 years some for a few months, but they seem to connect a lot with us, and our music and they are so passionate and supporting of us, we’re so grateful.”
“This time you guys released a ballad for a lead single why?”
“It was a bold choice but since the four of us are in strong relationships now and that was a love song, we felt the strongest song was that one and we followed our gut” Calum explained looking at you, clearly you had been his inspiration.
“And may I ask you how you knew she was the one?”
Saying ‘when I met her’ was cliché Calum knew that and there was a more special moment which made him think ‘holy shit she’s the one’ so he went for that one.
Another tour, another late-night flight, and another jet lag. Nothing new in his life it had been his life since he turned 16-17, he doesn’t even remember and while Calum loved the fans and being on stage, he couldn’t lie he was glad he was at home again with Duke and with you.
Your relationship with Calum was just a couple months old when he had to leave for a world tour, and he had been so nervous to ask you to stay at his house every now and then and to take care of Duke you accepted of course you wouldn’t leave his poor dog alone.
When Calum stepped into his bedroom, he saw you sleeping in one of his hoodies with Duke cuddled to your stomach.
“It was in that moment when it hit me and I realized how much effort she put into the long-distance thing and appreciated when she convinced the studio to let her go for a couple to Europe with me” he said, “it was then when I knew that I love her even though our relationship was just a couple months old.”
“And Y/N did you have a moment like that too?” James asked while the public awed at his story.
“Uhm not really” you said “I guess when I managed to get some time off from shutting just so I could visit him was when I realized that I would anything for him. I guess it was sixth sense telling me that I shouldn’t let him go, that I couldn’t let him go and that’s why I was so invested in it and to make it work, I just wasn’t doing it consciously back then.”
“That just sounds like you’re soulmates” James said while you and Calum smiled at each other “we’ll be right back to play spill your guts or fill your guts with Calum Hood and Y/N Y/L/N”
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wastelandcth · 3 years ago
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We’re Going Home - cth
part of nation of two
summary: Petra reminisces on Calum’s first date mistake and how the safety of a car changed her world. Calum thinks of a place to runaway to. 
author’s notes: This was a lot of fluff and me looking out the window while it rained. Enjoy!
warnings: Not much, just two lovestruck fools missing one another.
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Calum had never been a fan of the rain. It reminded him of early mornings when he'd wake up to the rainstorms outside his window and how the ache in his bones practically begged him to stay in bed and drift off to sleep for a little while longer. The rain was just another disturbance in his life. If it rained, his soccer practice would get canceled and he'd have to walk back home, the rain soaking his clothes and weighing down his backpack. Once the band had taken off, the occasional rainstorm put another sour mood on Calum. Outdoor shows would get canceled or delayed, leaving Calum to stare out of the tour bus window as rain droplets raced to the bottom of the windows. If the rainstorm was severe enough, planes he needed to take would get grounded until the storm passed and he wouldn't catch his connecting flight. The rain also meant that sometimes plans he had that included Calum being outside would end with him soaked and left shivering, his bones aching for warmth and dryness the rain usually scared away. The rain outside of Calum's hotel window filled him with a sadness he couldn't quite explain. Maybe it was the fact that the tour had been taking a toll on his body and that he missed his bed and his mug he always used in the mornings while at home.
Or maybe it was the fact that Petra was showing him the view from whatever restaurant she'd been eating at.
"I'm telling you, the second you've settled back in here at home, I'm taking you here and you're going to eat the best french toast you've ever had," Petra said, her camera showing the Pacific Ocean in all it's vastness.
Calum had never been one for jealousy. But as he watched the blue sky and blue ocean on his screen, his body ached with a want to be there next to the woman he loved. He'd do anything to be sitting next to Petra at a cafe, eating amazing french toast and watching the ocean waves. He would do anything to be next to her, holding her hand and listening to her laugh about the way the birds seem to hover above their table in order to steal a french fry or two. So yes, Calum was jealous.
As Petra looked out at the ocean, from where she'd been sat enjoying a glass of ice tea, she couldn't help but chuckle at herself. She'd been trying to get out more and more these days. With Calum gone, she wouldn't have to worry much about having to stop whenever Calum was spotted by fans and waiting for them to chat for a bit before continuing their errands. She'd gotten used to the dates she'd go on with herself, eventually timing them out so that she'd be able to talk to Calum for at least a few minutes before he'd be whisked off to his next engagement with the band. Their first date had also been close to disastrous, according to Calum who told Petra later on, because of his band's engagements. But Petra had just laughed and assured Calum second chances were worth giving.
Petra had arrived at the coffee shop a few minutes early, wanting to save a secluded table for both her and Calum. She knew who he was, of course, she knew who Calum Hood was, and she assumed he'd want privacy when it came to things like first dates. so arriving a few minutes early to get the table near the back of the coffee shop was just something she'd wanted to do for him. The coffee shop had been one that Petra had only been to once when she'd gotten lost after a wrong turn and had ended up in the neighborhood. The outside of the building was a white brick, reminding Petra a lot of those old western stores in the movies.
The inside of the coffee shop, which had smelled of fresh coffee and pastries, had large lamps overhead, giving the already bright building an even brighter indoors. The dark green tiles and dark wood accents around the inside were calming, feeling like a place where Petra could sit down for hours and read a book. Usually, she'd bring a book with her wherever she went, but she had left her most recent read in the backseat of her car, not expecting to have much time to read while out on a date. She'd be too busy getting to know the man with pretty brown eyes who she knew was talented enough to get anyone he wanted, and yet he still chose to invite her out to coffee.
"So, Petra, what do you think about coffee?" he'd asked over the phone one day.
They'd been doing this for a while now, talking over the phone during the slow moments of the day where each other's company was comfortable. Petra had learned a lot about Calum during the soft voices exchanged over phone calls. She'd learned that his favorite snack at the moment was fruit gummies even if it made him sound childish, which it didn't. She'd learned that he'd been busy writing a new album with his band and that usually meant he'd disappear off the face of the earth for a couple of days when inspiration hit, but he'd always try and send her a picture or funny meme to let her know he was still very much alive. Petra had learned that Calum, although usually quiet and reserved according to himself, could talk for hours about anything that crossed his mind during those moments in their calls.
"I don't think I'm well versed in coffee if I'm honest," Petra had admitted, "I never know what to order whenever I do end up at a coffee shop."
"Well, how about we go out and find your drink? I know a great spot where we can start," Calum said happily, "You up for it?"
"Yeah, that sounds fun, as long as I don't develop a caffeine addiction," she teased and looked over at her calendar, "How about Wednesday?"
"It's a date."
And it was almost a date, except for the fact that Petra had sat at the coffee shop for almost an hour and had yet to see Calum. Sure, LA was known for having horrible traffic and Petra herself had gotten stuck in it while on her way to the shop, but an hour with no text or calls from Calum had just made her cranky and annoyed. She'd ordered a coffee by herself, regretting her choice as soon as the bitter liquid hit her tongue, and had forced herself to finish it before she eventually decided to call the date done and over with. The walk back to her car had been quick, her head throbbing with annoyance and a hint of embarrassment. She'd been halfway home when her phone rang, Calum's name played across the screen.
"Petra, I'm so sorry!" Calum breathed out, "I know I said I'd been there almost two hours ago but things got crazy at the studio and I know that sounds shitty but I hope you can forgive me and maybe I can make it up to you!"
If Petra had known Calum at least a little less than she did, she would've never picked up the call, she would've let him go to voicemail and maybe not even call him back ever. But she knew Calum wouldn't have stood her up on purpose and she knew that if they really were going to make something more of their phone calls and occasional flirting over text, she'd have to understand what his job entailed sometimes. She was an adult, she knew dating meant sometimes people make mistakes and that working around them was what would make it worth it in the end. 
"Calum, it's...I'm not going to say it's fine because I would've appreciated even just a text saying what was happening,' she sighed, "But maybe we can try again soon, yeah? I had a pretty shitty coffee again, which I am blaming on you," she said with a teasing tone, hoping that Calum caught on to it.
"How about tonight?" Calum asked, his voice hesitant as if he was expecting rejection, "I could pick you up and we can just drive around, maybe pick up some of those burgers you were telling me about? I promise to be on time."
Petra had ended up agreeing to his second first date proposal because he sounded genuine and she couldn't help the flutter in her heart at the mention of the burgers. She'd told Calum about them almost a month ago and knowing he'd remember such a small detail made her a little more hopeful about this working out after all.
"I'll text you my address," Petra chuckled out, "Drive safe, okay?"
Calum's car, which would become a haven for them both at different times in the future, was quiet as they both looked out at the city lights. Their stomachs were full, the burgers and french fries they'd shared making their silence a comfortable one. Calum had profusely apologized the second that Petra's door had opened, the bouquet of flowers in his arms a peace treaty as both of them rode off into the evening.
"The flowers, they're from the same flower shop?" Petra asked as she glanced over at Calum. who'd been focusing on the road.
"Oh, um, yeah," Calum chuckled, "Apparently the cashier and manager were taking bets to see if we'd gather the nerves to go on a date or not," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing as he turned his head to look at her, "Had to tell them about tonight."
"Bets?" Petra laughed and shook her head, "Cherly and Carly, right? The one with the curly hair? She practically bullied me into telling her what had happened when we met," she teased.
The date, which had gone off without another problem or disastrous time issue, had been the most fun Petra had ever had since she'd joined the dating scene in LA. She hadn't expected such a relaxing way to spend her evening to be with an international rock star like Calum. She'd laughed so hard her ribs hurt and had sung out loud in the car with him until her throat was sore. By the end of the night, when the safety of Calum's car had come to an end and the driveway to Petra's house was in view, they both sat in comfortable silence. The engine of the car, which hummed quietly between them, the only noise around as they both glanced at each other.
"I had a lot of fun tonight, I'm glad we did this," Petra said softly, breaking the silence and smiling as she saw the relieved look that washed over Calum's face.
"I'm glad we did too. Again, sorry about earlier today," Calum mumbled and sighed, shaking his head.
"Oh, it's fine, really. Just make sure I get to hear whatever masterpiece you came up with first, yeah?" she teased, leaning over the center console to press a kiss onto his cheek, "Text me when you get home, okay? Drive safe!"
Calum listened to the familiar ring playing from the speaker of his phone, waiting for Petra to pick up. His eyes were busy, focused on the mirror in front of him as he tried to deal with the unruly curls he’d let grow out after Petra insisted on seeing how long they could get. He was halfway across the world, in a hotel he couldn’t pronounce the name of, but it was his last morning there and Petra had no idea that by this time tomorrow he’d be back in her arms. After weeks and weeks of being away, promoting an album that would change the band’s sound and image, Calum was going home to be with his girlfriend. He’d be leaving gloomy Europe, with rainstorms that never seemed to end and accents that he had trouble understanding at times, for the endless sunshine and love that LA had recently shown him. 
“Hi gorgeous,” Petra chuckled as she picked up the phone, “You’re calling quite early for someone who went to bed four hours ago,” she teased. 
“Hi Pebble,” Calum teased, the nickname earning him a groan from across an ocean, “I missed my girlfriend, couldn’t sleep without your snores.” 
“I’ll hang up if you’re just going to tease me,” she threatened with a light laugh, “I miss you too, bub, only a few more days though!” 
“Yeah, you better be ready for me to be stuck to your side for weeks,” he mumbled and chuckled, zipping up his toiletries bag and picking his phone up off the counter, “I’m expecting an amazing brunch spot reservation.” 
“Oh you know me, I’ve got all the connections,” she laughed quietly, “Do you have a busy day today?”
“Mhm, a lot of interviews,” Calum mumbled, his shoulder holding his phone up against his ear as he finished packing the rest of his thumb up, “I’m not sure when I’ll be able to call you again until tomorrow.” 
“That’s fine,” Petra said, the smile evident in the way her voice rose, “You know I’ll still send you an endless amount of pictures and memes.” 
“And I love you for it,” Calum chuckled, “I’ve got to go now, but I’ll talk to you soon?” 
“Of course, have a nice day! Blow them away, bub!” she said happily, her voice warming Calum’s body at the thought that he’d be with her so soon. 
“Will do, Pebbles,” he smirked, laughing quietly as Petra kept her word and hung up the call. 
The ride from the airport back home had been a blur to Calum. All he recalled was stuffing his bags into the back and buckling up, the bright skies and warm weather making him regret the hoodie and thick beanie he’d worn to try and hide from the prying eyes. If he wanted his surprise to truly work, he would need to remain unseen in public. But by the time the car had turned onto the familiar street of his neighborhood, Calum began to squirm in his seat, the excitement of being so close to Petra overcoming him. The car had barely stopped before Calum was unbuckled and out, his bags dragging behind him as he threw out a thank you to his driver as he ran to the front door. The light, which was usually off by the time morning came, was still on; acting as a guiding light for Calum to know that he was truly home.
His key unlocked the front door, leading him into the house he’d begun to call home soon after Petra had come into it, and he was met by the familiar bark of his old dog. Setting his bags down by the entrance, Calum toed off his shoes and pulled off the hoodie that had kept his warmth contained within him. His back ached from the long flight and he was starving, his tummy rumbling at the thought of food, but that wouldn’t stop him from crouching down and petting his dog as he waddled over to him. Duke’s tail wagged from side to side so quickly it was a blur of black and white, his paws landing on Calum’s thighs as he sniffed Calum making sure it was really him. Calum had been so busy greeting his best friend and kissing his stinky head that he hadn’t heard the footsteps coming from the hallways. 
“Duke, I’m sure it was just the mail person again, or the neighbor walking their pup,” Petra mumbled, her eyes widening as she was met with the sight of her boyfriend standing in front of her, “C-Calum?” 
“Hi baby,” Calum grinned, straightening his back out and looking at her with wide eyes, “Surprise!” 
Calum hadn’t had the chance to say much else, the force of Petra running into his arms and hugging him had knocked the breath out of him. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her even closer, if that was possible, and Calum’s nose nuzzled against the top of her head. They stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing one another in, making sure that they were both truly in the same room again and this wasn’t some cruel dream they’d both wake up from alone in a bed oceans apart. Petra had been the first one to pull away, her eyes meeting Calum’s before she’d cupped his face in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss. 
“I missed you so much,” she mumbled, leaving kisses in between her words, “What’re you doing here? I thought you still had a few days?” 
“I missed you too,” Calum chuckled and smiled, “A few interviews were canceled and they sent us home early. I just got in about an hour ago.” 
“Oh my gosh, I’m so glad to have you back,” she whispered and nodded, pulling him into another kiss that left Calum giggling against her. 
“I am too.” 
Something Calum loved about the ocean was the vastness of it. Sure, he was absolutely terrified of the secrets it held and the fact that much of it was unexplored, but sitting on the hood of his car with Petra by his side as they both stared out at the waves made of all worth it. After a shower and a much needed snack, Petra and Calum had made their way over to the brunch spot that overlooked the ocean. After a lot of french fries and kisses shared between the two of them, the drive to the ocean was peaceful, both of them taking each other in. By the time they had made it onto the beach, the sunny skies were covered in a fog of clouds. It would be Calum’s luck, after all, to have the rain follow him wherever he went.
“Do you think it’ll rain?” Petra asked, her eyes meeting Calum’s even through the dark sunglasses they both wore. 
“I hope not, I thought I had escaped the rain,” Calum teased and pulled her close, “Come on, let’s walk in the sand a bit.” 
With hands held tightly, their arms swaying as they strolled down the dandy beach, Calum found himself at peace. The past couple of weeks away had left him wanting more from his relationship and wanting to do more for Petra. In the past, the mere thought of a future with someone would’ve had Calum running for the hills. But with Petra it all made sense, he wanted to be by her side every day, to see her go through her day and be there to make her smile. As the first few droplets of rain fell from the sky, he realized that this future, the one with Petra, was all he’d been missing. Their stroll was cut short, much to Calum’s displeasure when the curtains of rain got closer and closer. The waves roared next to them, the ocean alive and ever more powerful as the rainstorm above them finally let go. 
Calum looked over at Petra, who had tugged on his hand and before Calum knew it, they were both racing back to the car. The sand hadn’t made it easier for them to run, both of them stumbling as they raced through the beach in fits of laughter. By the time they’d both shut their doors and panted out breaths, they were completely drenched and looked as if they had jumped onto the ocean itself. They sat in silence watching the view outside of the safety of the car. Watching the waves crash onto the ocean and battle with the clouds above them that were spewing out rain. It was all so violent and sudden, but Calum’s eyes shifted to watch Petra. 
He watched as her eyes widened, watching the storm in awe as his chest rose and fell with each breath she took. He watched as her hand ran through the curls, that not even the rain could mess with, trying to shake the water out of them. She was beautiful without even having to try and Calum was out of breath. But Calum didn’t mind, not at all, because Petra could make even the thing he hated the most a beautiful sight. 
“We should run away to Sydney for a bit,” he mumbled quietly, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as Petra’s eyes met his, “I want you to meet my family.” 
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sarcastically-defensive17 · 4 years ago
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There’s going to be a part three to benefits right? Like I don’t think I can live without knowing the end of the story.
Conclusions? - C. Hood
Final part of the ‘Benefits?’ Series.
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I had planned to release this when my hiatus ended but I have made y’all wait too long, and I was far too excited. This is my fav set of fics that I have done and I’m so glad that people liked them!
I hope you enjoy! Thank you all for reading, you have my love.
Xoxo - Cas
Original story by sarcastically-defensive17
Against her better judgement, Y/N had listened to Youngblood as an album on repeat for weeks after it dropped. The songs were powerful, perfect even. She had relished in the sound of their voices, the way they worked their instruments perfectly. She longed for her friends every time she listened, and the pain became addictive. Yet, she found comfort in ‘Moving Along’.
Things had been extra tense since her conversation with Calum. Another week had passed, and they were in another state, the men jumping around on stage, singing their hearts out, putting on a show for all of the people who came to see them.
But... Calum wasn’t himself. He shied away from the flashes of the camera. He still sounded perfect in all of the songs, yet he was dejected. Turned in on himself almost. Shy, hurt.
Per the fans requests, she snapped many shots of Calum, adding them to the plethora of shots of the other guys. She was paid to take photos, after all. She may as well earn her money, even if she struggled to look at Calum without feeling hot tears burn at her eyes.
Moving Along started and she smiled slightly. She especially enjoyed the song, moving her feet to the high energy chorus, ignoring the sting the lyrics left in her heart.
What she didn’t expect, was to turn to take another shot of Calum, and have his eyes staring straight at her.
His verse came, and he tore his eyes away from her faster than expected, and her photo turned blurry.
“Is it bad that I’m hoping that you’re broken? Is it bad that I’m wishing you’re so broken?” His voice broke, crackling as the words danced off of his tongue.
It was subtle, not noticeable to those who didn’t know Calum. Who didn’t know his little quirks, the little aspects of his being that alluded the general public. Y/N knew.
From her position at the front of the stage, she could even see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes, and the way he rubbed his face on his shoulder, disguising it as an adjustment of his ear piece.
It was the second last song of their set, the collaboration with the Chainsmokers being their last, and then Calum would be off stage.
Watching Calum sing the lyrics struck a chord inside of her. The first verse was full of such anger, but as it progressed, Luke’s verse portrayed sadness. Regret. Everything Calum had been trying to tell her the other day.
The feelings were overwhelming. She was furious. She knew that there was another song for Calum to write, having heard many parts of the other songs the guys were working on, but the pieces worked themselves together in her mind.
She had her speculations, but chose to divert her thought pattern. Every time she cast her eyes on him, she felt a ache in her stomach.
For so long, she had near constant emotion flooding her eyes. She couldn’t disregard her anger.
The songs moved quickly, and she climbed on stage to get photos of the group performance to close the pre-show. Andy had already agreed to take the pics for the Chainsmokers, knowing the tenseness of the past week for her. Y/N was looking forward to escaping to her hotel room and mulling over her thoughts.
For 5 days she had been contemplating whether or not she should stay on the tour. She had savings, enough to rent an apartment in another state. She could find photography work elsewhere.
But, she also couldn’t stand to be away from Calum again. There was a sense of hopefulness existing between them. She was far too scared to grace the topic again, and history had told her enough that Calum wouldn’t attempt to converse with her about it again, but still - she had hope that she would work up the courage to move past her anger and the sadness of her broken heart.
She was looking for a new excuse to forgive him every day, and she found them. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to talk to him. To tell him that she was sorry for leaving.
She couldn’t bring herself to apologise, when he pushed her away.
She worked up the courage and booked a flight. It was a week away. They had no concerts scheduled for the next two weeks, taking a small break in between states.
She had only told Andy, Alex and Drew about her news so far, knowing they would be the most relaxed. Her relationship with Drew had been near non-existent. She had been using him, but when Calum came back into her life, she could barely be in Drew’s arms without comparing them to Calum.
It was cruel of her to do so, so she made the shift to simply friends. Neither of them missed the benefits connection all too much, and their relationship was already friendly enough.
The days moved along faster than expected until she was three day’s out from leaving.
She had planned to break the news to everybody the next day, but she found that the hardest part was already done when a knock sounded on her door.
Calum was bleary eyed. It had been rare for him to be seen without blood vessels visible in his sclera, and he looked no less worse for wear now as he stood at her door.
She stood in shock when the opening revealed his figure. He looked heartbroken, the same as he did in Ashton’s hotel room a few weeks back.
She fought with herself not to embrace him.
“D’you mind if I come in?” His voice was small, making her heart feel smaller.
Her voice wouldn’t work, instead she moved her body aside to make way for his large frame. He was shrunken. His shoulders sagged slightly, his hands clasped together. A clear sign of his nervousness, to Y/N.
She could often read him like a book, and she could see that he was hurting.
She had been looking for a resolution before she left, and she couldn’t help but think that this could be it. Her stomach was vibrating from the force of butterfly wings, and she watched Calum sit carefully on the edge of her bed.
She watched how his eyes fell over the bed, settling on a familiar green blanket. He had gifted it to her a few years back, knowing she hated to use hotel linen. She adored the soft fabric, taking it everywhere when she was in unfamiliar dwellings.
She forced her eyes away from him, clearing her throat to kick her voice box into the right gear.
“What do you need-“
“You’re leaving.” He said, more of a statement than a question. Her eyes grew in size slightly. She had planned to tell them all the next day, so she couldn’t understand how he had come upon the information. “Andy is a big mouth. He can’t keep a secret to save his life. You should see how he acts when he has content that he can share. He’s as giddy as a kid on Christmas.”
He refused to meet her eyes.
“I was planning to tell you all tomorrow. My planes booked for a few days time.” She hadn’t realised that she had folded her arms, her right hand rubbing along her left elbow. “I didn’t want to leave without telling anybody. Without telling you...”
“Like you did last time?” The words were intended to be venomous, but the sniff that followed told her exactly how he was feelings.
However, her anger still flared, “You know why I did what I did.”
He nodded softly, pawing at his eyes gently, turning his head to look out the window of her room. The sun was setting, the horizon mesmerizing.
“When you first left, I was so angry.” His hands were wringing together again. “I started to hate you. I wanted you to be as broken as I was - as I am. But then...” he blinked, a tear slipping down his face as the light of golden hour washed over his sun kissed skin. “Then I wanted you back. I would get drunk, I would sit there with my phone in my hand and want to call you. I wanted to apologize every day that you were gone, but, I didn’t deserve you. Hell, I still don’t deserve you. I’m the one who said those horrible things to you.”
She stepped closer, watching the way his eyes locked on the scenery outside of her window. The picture in front of her was reminiscent of the night in Ashton’s room, except this time Calum is the one who can’t bear to look at her, for fear of breaking.
“I wanted to talk to you before I left.” She spoke honestly, brushing hair away from her eyes. No matter how hard she fought herself, she wouldn’t look away. Who knew when she would see him again, and she was falling in love with the lines of his face all over again. “I wanted to tell you why I was leaving, but... I don’t know, I was scared of telling you why I can’t stay, and finish discussing what we did that night. I couldn’t start the conversation. I guess I am now, because I can’t keep fighting with myself anymore.”
His brows furrowed, his head slowly turning towards her. “What do you mean, Y/N? What conversation?”
Surprising herself, Y/N felt the butterflies disperse. The man in front of her was Calum. Her Calum. Her best friend for years, the man who knew her inside and out. The man who broke her heart, and who pushed her away.
The pain she felt couldn’t be amplified any more. She knew she could live without Calum, but she also knew that every day would be a new kind of pain. She had decided in that moment that she couldn’t make their situation any worse than it was.
“I mean, I love you, Calum. I love you so much that being around you hurts me.” There were no tears, and her eyes were locked on his. The way his face contorted in pain, and the droplets that’s fell down his round cheeks broke her heart, but she couldn’t let her facade fall. She needed to get this out before she left. “What you said the other night, about loving me - I have wanted nothing more than to hear that for so long. But when I finally told you, you rejected me. You did more than that - you made fun of me.”
He was on his feet, face red, eyes bloodshot. “If I could take back every word I said that day, I would in a heartbeat.” His voice was cracking again, she could feel the emotion dripping from him. “Nothing hurts more than when you’re not around. Everyday since we met up again, I wake up and hope that I can do right by you but I know I can never take back what I did. The things I said to you... I hate what I did. I hate that I destroyed something so perfect. Somebody so perfect.”
She felt tears prick at her eyes once again. She wanted to fight it. She didn’t want to spend another night crying over Calum, but the tears weren’t for Calum. They were for the loss she felt. The way she sobbed at night when she wanted nothing more than his presence.
“Don’t, Cal.” She cleared her throat, stepped back. She was retreating in on herself. “Being here, with everyone, it hurts. I spent so long looking for you in somebody else, and now that you’re here, I can barely focus. Every day is like an old wound being reopened. I hear the words you said to me, remember how much it hurt. I just- I can’t be around it anymore,” her voice was a bit higher than a whisper. Neither of them dared to look at the other any longer.
“Moving Along is about you, Y/N,” He sobbed.
It was agony to see him so broken.
He had taken steps towards her and refused to pull her eyes from his face. She wanted to check for any semblance of a lie in his facade. She could read him like a book, and she needed to know his intentions before she chose her next words.
“I have loved you for as long as I have known you, Y/N. I love the way you know nothing about Star Wars, how you’re not afraid to speak your mind. I love you so much that I write countless songs about you. I cant even fucking sleep without thinking of you before. I can’t do anything without remembering the way you smell, the way you smile, the way you fucking do any little thing,” he sobbed again, breathing between his words. “I would do anything, if it means I could have you back in my arms. I would give up all I had, just to see you smile at me again, to tell me that you love me too.”
He walked up to her, hands on either side of her face, forehead against hers. Their heaving breath mixed together, and Y/N fought to keep her cries in.
“Please, Calum,” he felt her tears fall onto his hands. “You can’t want this.”
“I would give up everything, I would leave the band, the public eye, the fans for you. Y/N I would do anything you asked, just to prove to you how much I need you.” He opened his eyes, gauging her reaction. She had pulled back slightly to look into his eyes.
She knew it was a horrible decision, but she kept the thought in her mind that she couldn’t make things worse and she pressed her lips against his.
Their tears fell still, the kiss soft and sad. Calum held her face as if he would slip away if not for the feeling if her skin. Her fingers clung onto his shirt so tightly, afraid that he would push her away again.
He pulled away first, eyes still closed. “If you want to leave, then I don’t want to stand in your way. I just need you to know that I have loved you for so long, Y/N, and I will love you for the rest of my life. Nobody will ever mean as much to me as you do, even if you’re not with me.”
It was as if all of the pieces fell into place. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that they had the time to do it. Once again she reminded herself, what could go wrong?
“Come with me.” She stated, more than asked.
“Sweetheart, I can’t-“
“I’m going back home. There’s just over a week until the next show. Come with me, spend some time, just us. If things go well... I’ll one back.”
“And if they don’t? What happens if we can’t get back to us?” He looked hopeful but the fear was hiding deep beneath his chocolate eyes. “I can’t lose you again, Y/N.”
She offered a small smile, raising her smaller hands to wipe the tears still on his cheeks. “Then I guess we will have to make things go well.”
~~~~~
Despite the comfort they shared in her hotel room, the first few days in L.A. were odd. Tense, but Y/N had never felt more at ease than she did in Calum’s house, her spirits hopeful and a smile on his face whenever his eyes fell on her.
By the fifth day, they were dreading returning to the tour. Y/N had decided that she would go back. They had already booked their flights to Chicago, their next stop.
For now, Y/N sat on Calum’s lounge, her eyes glued to the television as she finally allowed herself to watch Star Wars. They were on the third prequel, and Y/N was fighting back tears as she watched Anakin surrender to the dark side.
Calum was laying on his back, his head resting in Y/N’s lap, his gaze focused on her face.
He was following the curve of his nose, the slight swell of her lips as she unconsciously poured at the television. She was mesmerizing.
He couldn’t bring his eyes off of her. He knew that she was going back to the tour with him, but the thought of losing her again was terrifying. She was his oxygen, and he had spent almost a year struggling to breathe.
“If you keep starting at me, I’ll poke you in the eye. This movie is actually decent, stop distracting me.” She grumbled, pouting further when Obi-Wan and Anakin we’re battling.
“I can’t help it. I’ve missed you,” he said without thinking. The past few days had been about honestly, rekindling and catching up. He saw no reason to hold the truth back now.
His words elicited a smile from her, a slight blush peppering her cheeks. “Suck a dick, hood.”
He snorted, “But that’s your job.”
Her fingers were running through his hair absentmindedly; her heart beating fast. This was Calum. Her Calum. The same Calum that knew her inside and out, yet, he still made her nervous.
The last year has been a rollercoaster, but now, she loved him, and he knew, and he loved her as well. He was free from his fear, knowing that nobody else could amount to the woman that Y/N is.
“I love you,” she whispered, casting her eyes down on him. Her smile was small, adorable and it forced a grin to split across Calum’s face.
“I love you,” he answered. He pulled her hand from his head, pressing a kiss to her fingers. “What do you say to getting some Mexican food and binge watching Friday the 13th with your favourite guy tonight?”
She deadpanned, blinking at the tv screen. “How can I do that? Ashton isn’t in L.A.”
“Fine, no Mexican food for you,” Calum huffed, sitting up and crossing his arms in protest.
Y/N pouted, latching onto him like a koala and peppering kisses onto his cheeks. “Baby, I’m sorry! I need Mexican food!”
It was safe to say, Y/n got Mexican food that night.
Friends with benefits relationships are always the most dangerous. It is so easy to develop feelings, sharing such an intimate part of yourself with a person, both as a friend and a lover.
Sometimes things are rocky; but other times, the benefits outweigh the negatives.
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itisannak · 4 years ago
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Homesick (Calum Hood Smut)
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Summary: Calum is on tour, and (Y/N) is having a hard time away from him.  (Smut / Unprotected Sex) Based on Sleep Prompt #2: "I can't sleep, you've been gone for too long." (Request) (Words: 3.7k)
This time was supposed to be easier. This time, Calum promised it would be so much easier. I would be living in our house, which would be full of our happy memories and that would make me feel better about him being away. I would be having Duke, whose company would make the days go by faster. But it was all bullshit.
This time is the absolute hardest of any time before. He is gone, and the house is empty and every corner holds a memory of us being happy, which makes it harder to overlook the fact that if he were here, we would create many more memories. And Duke is in an even worse state than me, whining and looking at the door for his pops to walk in.
It sucks; I know that the moment he is going to be back, all of this will faint from memory and I am only going to savor in the good times. But right now, this sucks. I feel like I am drowning in this house like I am suffocating while he is gone. Not because I can't live without him. I can, I have, I just don't want to. But the thing that bugs me the most is the thought of him being able to live without me, or realizing he can actually live without me. It is selfish, I know. But I don't want him to wake up one morning and realize his life will be fine or even better if I never woke up next to him again.
It drives me insane, to the point I have to drink myself to sleep, to the point of not sleeping anymore because I realized this is how addiction starts. And being addicted to Calum is enough addiction for a lifetime.
I pick my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I find his. My thumb hovers over the icon, my gut telling me that if I call him now, I will regret what I am about to say. Nonetheless, I press on the contact, putting him on loudspeaker and leaving my phone on my lap. He picks up fast, almost as he was waiting for that call. "(Y/N), princess... It is like 3 in LA. What are you doing up?" He asks me, his voice groggy. "You didn't call me." I point out, biting the inside of my cheek. "I was spent from all the traveling and then the show. I am sorry. I put an early alarm though, to call you in the morning and wake you up for work." He says with a familiar smile on his voice. I stay silent, my heartbeat throbbing in my brain. "What is going on, love?" He asks after a minute of dead silence. "I can't sleep. I can't sleep, you've been gone too long. I can't sleep, Calum. I drank myself to sleep too many times for this to be healthy. And I can't breathe, Calum. I can't breathe in this house. I miss you so much and you are gone. You are gone, god fucking damn it. You are gone for too long. And you don't call me anymore. You always have excuses, and you don't call anymore. I miss you, I can't sleep without you. I am a shell of myself nowadays and Duke is looking for you. He is behind the door, whimpering for you. And I don't know what to do. I have no idea what I should do. You are gone and I don't know if you'll be back again. And you lied to me. You lied to me, Calum. You said this was going to be easy and it isn't. And it hurts, it sucks. I don't know what to do. Please, tell me what I should do." I am sobbing by the end of my monologue, my lip quivering and my body trembling. My bones hurt and I am scared of what he is going to suggest. "You should go to sleep. We will talk tomorrow." He simply says; I can't read his tone, I can only tell his voice is significantly lower than before. "I am having a breakdown and you are telling me to go to sleep? You think sleeping is going to fix that hollowness inside me? Screw you, Calum. Fucking screw yourself. I am dying and you are telling me to go to sleep. I told you I can't sleep. You heard that, right?" I ask and hear him draw in a breath. "Go to sleep, baby. You are sleep-deprived and you need to rest. We will talk tomorrow." He says, still holding onto his calmness. "You think I will be different tomorrow? I have to go sleep on a bed that doesn't have your smell anymore, a bed that has been empty. You think I will be able to go to bed, lay there, and fall asleep?" I ask him, almost screaming at him with fury. "Then fucking sleep on the couch or in the guest room. I can't fucking help you more on that. We will talk tomorrow." He growls now, letting out his frustration as well. I chuckle through my tears, wiping away my cheeks. "Yeah, you can't fucking help, Calum." I reply, pressing the end button. I throw my phone across the couch, bringing my face to the cushion and crying on it.
He is going to break up with me. He doesn't want to upset me more now, but he is going to break up with me, I can feel it in my stomach. He is going to lay on his bunk bed now and think how easier it would be for him to just drop me already and live his life without me being a bitch about him being away. Fuck.
The night went by and the morning arrived, leaving me once more unable to rest. I feel like calling in sick, but going to work is the only thing that distracts me from the situation I am living in. So, I pulled up my big girl pants and got to work, hoping that whatever I would have to deal with today would actually allow me to take my mind off of Calum. But I found myself looking at my phone every five minutes, getting frustrated over its silence.
I walk in the house, finding Duke by the door, wagging his tail slowly at me. I reach down, petting him behind his ears before I drag my feet up to the couch, and plop my body on top of it. I feel numb, empty, hollow, and I am used to it by now, but today it is even worse. I am waiting for him to call, but I am too scared at the thought of what he might tell me. He is going to break up with me, I know he is, I am waiting for that, but I just don't want it to actually happen.
Time drips slowly, I can feel every minute passing. I have nothing to do but wait and waiting messes with my head.
I imagine him already moving on, finding someone new, having fun with that person who is not me. My paranoia is only growing bigger by the second, until my phone rings. I grab the phone, staring at Calum's caller ID. My heart stops as I contemplate whether or not I should pick it up. I don't want to lose him. "Hey." I say as I pick it up. "I don't have much time before I go on stage. Check your emails." He orders, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "Are you breaking up with me over email?" I ask, stuttering. "It is a ticket for you to visit me this weekend." He replies, making me sigh a little. "I would never break up with you in any setting other than in person." He continues, making my eyes go wide. "Are you flying me over to break up with me?" I ask, putting on a fight to not stutter. "I have to go." He replies before hanging up. It is enough of an answer for me.
I open my emails, finding the digital print for my tickets. I sniffle, biting the inside of my cheek before I open Apple pay, sending Calum the money he paid for the tickets. If he is breaking up with me, I still get to keep my dignity.
I pulled a Princess Diana for the visit. First, I left the house, booking myself a hotel room to practically force myself to fall asleep. Duke is with Sierra; I told her I am visiting, but not the reason why. Sleeping did wonders for me; I look a little more human and I am thinking a little clearer now. I decided that if he is going to drop me, I am going to show him what he is going to miss from now on. Taking a whole flight in a tight dress and high heels certainly attracted a couple of stares. Yeah, I would stare too at the weird lady on my flight who's dressed to get dicked down. There was a driver waiting for me at the airport, with a cheesy sign that bared my last name in a boring font. I am not even worth him picking me up in person. The driver took me to a hotel, handed me a keycard for the room, and let me get up alone, to what I am sure will be the emptiest, most pathetic room. I wonder why he bothered with booking a room, he could have just done it in the lobby, or even outside the hotel. And I wonder why my return flight is not until Monday morning. Breaking up with me will only take him an hour maximum.
I go up in the room, unlocking the door and letting myself in, ready to play the waiting game until he arrives to give me the boot. "Welcome home, princess." I hear his voice coming from across the room. I raise my gaze to meet his figure, keeping my expression neutral for now. "Home?" I ask, leaving my carry-on on the ground before I walk further. "You were clearly homesick, even though you were staying at our home. So I figured, since you are my home, I must be yours. So, welcome home." He smiles at me. I scan his body; he is either pulling a Lady D on me, or he dressed up in his whitest shirt and best trousers by accident. "Cut the bullshit. We both know why I am here. Go ahead, say it." I provoke him, looking at him in the eye. "You look gorgeous." He states, licking his lips. "Yeah, yeah... Just break up with me already." I say frustrated, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion. "What?" He asks me, causing me to roll my eyes at him. "Come on, Calum. Be a man already. You told me you would never break up with me in any other setting but face to face. I am here, I am looking at you, and you are looking at me. So, go ahead and let it out." I throw my hands in the air; I am certain my face is bright red by now. "Why would I break up with you? I told you I would never break up with you over the phone. I didn't mean I would fly you here to break up with you. I thought you would break up with me." He points out, making me look at him in confusion now. "Why would I break up with you?" I ask. "Because I am always away. Why would I break up with you?" He asks me again. "Because I am always nagging and whining about you being away." I reply and he chuckles. "Not always. And you are not nagging. You had every right to tell me how you felt. Just because I signed up for that life, doesn't mean you did too." He replies, making me sigh and mentally slap myself in the face. "Well, I kinda did. I chose to be with you, I knew what I was getting myself into. And it really felt insignificant. Still does. I was just... I am sorry." I exasperate making him chuckle and pull me into a hug. "It is fine, baby. You don't need to apologize. You just missed me..." He strokes my cheek, making me look at my feet. "I am so stupid." I groan and he chuckles, tilting my chin up. "Love makes you stupid. I would know, it has made me an absolute buffoon." He strokes his thumb over my bottom lip. "You dressed up for me..." I mumble, placing my hands in the collar of his shirt. "And you dressed up for me..." He replies. "Meh... I dressed up for revenge. I thought you would be breaking up with me, I wanted to show off what you were giving up..." I shrug and he gasps. "Naughty little girl..." He mouths, leaning down to kiss me. I practically melt, and he has to hold onto me to prevent me from falling. I missed him, too much to put into words, but the moans falling from my mouth as he slips his tongue against mine.
His hands go to my lower back, feeling the fabric of my dress before they rest against my ass, first brushing over it and then just fondling, squeezing a bit harshly, enough to make me whimper and jolt. "You look so fucking hot..." I moan, pulling away to catch my breath. I throw my head back, giving him access to my neck as he brings his lips to my jawline. "Oh, yeah? You find me hot? Do I make you wet, princess?" He asks, grazing his teeth over my skin. I take his hand, bringing it under the hem of my dress. He trails his fingers up my thigh, making me erupt in goosebumps under his touch. He moves his hand to touch my core, pressing his fingers against my sex. "You are soaked, baby... Need me that much?" He asks me, making me grip onto him as he rubs my clit. "Now... I need you now... Please." I gasp, eyes closed and lips parted as I throw my head back in pleasure. "Yeah, baby? Well, you are lucky I need you just as bad..." He whispers, removing his hand slowly from between my thighs.
He kisses me as his body guides me to the bed, his hands holding onto me tightly. My back collides with the mattress, and he is still pressed against me, resting between my thighs as he pries my lips apart with his tongue. "You are hard..." I point out, feeling his cock pushing hard against my lower stomach. "I know... It's your outfit... And the fact that you smell so good... And that I have missed you... All of you." He mumbles, working his way down my neck. "All of me?" I ask, surrendering to the haze his breath fanning on my skin causes. "All of you, princess. Want me to show you?" He asks, moving his hands down my body. He strokes them over my hips softly, moving his fingers under the hem of my dress. He raises it up, letting it rest just below my navel. "Please do..." I mumble, making him smile at me. He moves up, bringing his lips to mine, kissing me roughly. "Let me ride you..." I whimper against his lips, my fingers tangling in his hair and pulling at it a little, taking advantage of what a big pain slut he is. "Go ahead, wildflower. I can't say no to you." He states, letting me flip us over, with him on his back and me straddling his hips. I grind my clothed core over the bulge in his pants, wiggling my hips on him. "Lower the strap of your dress, baby... Give me a little show." He suggests, licking his lips. "This one? Or this one? Or maybe both...?" I ask, playing with the straps of my dress. His eyes are glued on me as I unzip the dress and let it slide down my body. "Look at you... Fuck me, princess... You are going to be the death of me." He groans while I raise my dress off my body. "That's the endgame." I smirk at him, working on unbuttoning his shirt. My hands slide down his chest, feeling up his skin, getting enough satisfaction from just touching him. The tip of my nail traces over the tattoos on his chest and collarbone, mouth agape and eyes nearly burning into his skin. He groans, gripping onto my hips harshly, early impatient from my stalling. "Come on, princess. Let me slip inside you." He pleads, making me chill at the sound of his voice. "Yes, daddy." I cheer, leaning closer to him to kiss his neck. I reach down, unzipping his pants and lowering his briefs to free his cock, which now rests on his lower stomach. My brain goes fuzzy as I nearly drool over it. Fuck, I've missed sex with him.
I push my underwear to the side, lining him up to my entrance before I sink my hips down on him. I take in nearly half of his length, already feeling my stomach tighten as I ride him. "You are so fucking wet... Holy fuck..." He mumbles, the grasp on my hips still tight enough to leave a mark there. "Come on, princess. I know you can take more of me in your tight little pussy..." He encourages me, while I buckle my hips back and forth. "You are so big, daddy. You are stretching me..." I whimper, arching my back and pressing my hips down until all of his length is inside me. I shudder, angling my hips to get his tip to hit on my spot. "You fit so well around my cock, fuck..." He hisses, moving his hands until they cup my ass. His cock is throbbing inside me, his veins adding to the sensation building inside me. My hands move to his biceps, nails digging into them as they flex. I practically bounce on him, taking as much of him as I can, while he kneads and slaps my ass. He makes this orgasmic little sounds as we fuck that mess with my head, making me wiggle on him. "Come a little closer, princess." He says through raspy breaths. I lean down, until my chest presses to his, but he lifts it up and brings his lips to my chest. His mouth latches onto my nipple, making me cuss under my breath. "Fuck... Calum... Harder." I beg, grounding my hips on his, causing his cock to press on my cervix and myself to sink into the feeling of his cock stretching my walls and his teeth grazing over my bud. One of his hands travels up my spine, finding its way to pull at my hair. He bucks his hips up, thrusting forcefully in me now, and doing it oh so right. "Calum... I am going to cum..." I cry out, gripping the bedsheet, by each side of his head. I buck my hips, wiggling them back and forth without taking his cock out of me. I need him, right where he is right now. "I want you to cum, princess. Cum around my cock. You've been so good for daddy." He praises me, pulling my head back by my hair. "Daddy..." I whimper, shutting my eyes tightly. "Come on, princess. I need just a little more." He sounds way too close, and his dick is twitching inside me, so I decide to hold on a little longer, cum at the same time as him. He groans as he gets closer and closer, his body glistening with sweat under the light dimming in the room. "Fuck, (Y/N)..." He gasps, gluing his hips on mine as he cums inside me. I let go, grinding on him to accelerate my orgasm as I arch my back and throw my head back, my nails digging in his forearms.
I collapse on the mattress by his side, gasping and shaking as I come down from my orgasm. I am speechless, but the smile on my face seems to be stuck there, not fading away even an inch. "Hi..." He mumbles as he rests his weight on his elbow to look at me. "Hi there." I say softly, bringing my hand to stroke his cheek. "I missed you. So much." He whispers, kissing the inside of my palm. "I missed you. It is super hard living without." I sigh, making him hum in agreement. "I am sorry, baby. I really am. If I could..." He begins but I press my thumb to his lips to stop him. "No... Don't apologize... Just... Promise to call me every night while you are gone... And promise you are going to spend the first weekend you are going to be back with me, and only me." I state and he smiles, nodding his head. "I cross my heart and hope to die." He replies, pressing his lips on my forehead. "Did you really drunk yourself to sleep?" He asks, his voice barely over a whisper. "For a few days, I did. Then I stopped. Addiction is tricky, and being addicted to you is enough for me." I reply, taking his hand in mine. "Oh, love. I am sorry for all that suffering." He sounds honest, which only makes my heart skip a beat over his wholesomeness. "I am so scared you are going to leave me. And I know you've never given me any reason to think of that. But the thought eats me alive." I admit and he sighs softly. He presses his lips on my forehead, stroking my hair softly. "I am never going to leave you. Ever. Take my word for it, wildflower." He looks me in the eye, and I can see his honesty reflecting in them. "Promise?" I ask and he nods. "I promise. I swear on anything sacred." He lays on his back and brings me to his chest. I lay my head there, tangling up to him as I yawn. "Tired, wildflower?' He asks, making me hum in agreement. "I am... I really am." I reply, cuddling up to him. "Let's get some sleep, then. And then get something to eat, call the guys. They've missed you..." He suggests, bringing the covers over my body. "Sounds like a plan..." I blink slowly, kissing his chest sleepily.
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cal-puddies · 5 years ago
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is it warm enough for you inside me? || calum hood
this is 100% a joint effort with @kindahoping4forever​. So if you are lucky enough to live in the midwest of the US, then you know we had a random one day snow storm the other and I was talking to crystal about it. mind you i was drinking so i launched into the tropiest idea i could and this is what came out. Make sure you give her extra love too because she doesn’t realize how fucking good she is at writing.
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Cal had been your best friend for a while, you couldn’t exactly remember when you met, but you’d run into him and Ashton and he quite literally ran into you, knocking you on your ass and it’s all history from there. 
The two of you had decided a get away was in order, work stress for you and him being home from tour for too long, you both needed a break. 
And getting there was a disaster, Cal had mistaken AM flights for PM flights and booked because they were a good deal, and you didn’t actually see the tickets until last minute only to realize you needed to be up at 3 am and it had been midnight and you were tipsy and still not fully packed. 
Then the airline lost your bag. You had to wait in the airport for hours to get a rental because they were all out and you were 12 hours early.
To make matters worse, you still had to drive in a snowstorm over two hours to get to the cabin he’d rented. And you, of course, trip in the snow almost immediately. And it wasn’t light, fluffy snow, it was the super heavy, super wet stuff, and it of course soaked you through. 
So that brings you to now, tired and cold, with no extra clothes for the night except what Cal decides he can spare. It leaves you in his hoodie and your panties. The two of you sitting in front of the fire, making s’mores. 
He’s wearing the crotch hole jeans and telling  you about how he had to teach Luke about graham crackers. 
“You’re kind of being an asshole.” He mentions. 
“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind for a fun getaway. I haven’t slept in two days and I don’t know If I’m getting my bag back or I just have to wear the same clothes for the next four days.” You gripe. “And I’m fucking cold.” You groan. 
Cal nods in understanding. “I know I messed up the flights but you don’t have to take everything out on me.” He reminds you. 
You relax, because he’s right and you’d be equally as annoyed if he treated you like this. You head for the couch and throw a blanket over your lap. 
And not too long after that is when you propose the alcohol gets cracked open for the "scientific warmth", and when you cheers to your first drink, he calls a truce.
“Sorry for being a jerk, just everything that could, did go wrong” he murmurs, clinking glasses.
“Murphy’s law.” You mumble, agreeing. 
Downing your shot, you can't help but get one last jab in, "I can feel you getting likeable again already!" and then as it usually goes whenever one of you gets in a Mood, it's immediately as if nothing happened. 
You're laughing about the way you fell in the snow and doing impressions of the unhelpful airline employees who couldn't help with your bag situation.
And Cal notices you hogging the blanket on the couch, so he just climbs on next to you and helps himself, “you already got my hoodie so you gotta share.” 
“I’d share anything with you,” you mumble under your breath.
Which he doesn't hear because Cal is making a show of getting comfortable with you on the couch, “so cozy, so comfy,” and he pulls you against him for maximum comfort for you both.
And you lay there together for a while, talking about everything and nothing, his hands are slipping under the hoodie after the third drink because you are warm in his hoodie and his hands are cold.
You gasp at his touch but not entirely because of the temperature change. Calum hood could touch you 100000 times and you’d still never be ready for the full on butterfly feeling
He nonchalantly drums his fingers on your  bare skin because he's Cal and hasn't noticed how your breathing has changed, doesn’t notice you seem to hold your breath and you’re not laughing as much, because what if your stomach feels weird to him and he’s grossed out. 
You kind of panic and you know you need an out of this situation. So you end up exaggeratedly yawning, “think I’m gonna head to bed Cal, I’m exhausted.” You mumble. But you know you just need to put some space between you for even just a few minutes, you don't know how much longer you can pretend that your face is flushed from drinking. 
Cal agrees “yeah, we should get some rest so we can fight the airline for your fuckin bag,” so he’s behind you, rambling, and when you make it to the bedroom in your little cabin, you realize Calum must have booked one with only one bed. You stop short in the doorway.
He finally makes it to the door and bumps into you. He takes in the room and kind of laughs, “coulda sworn I asked for two.” He scratches the back of his neck. 
“It’s cool, I’ll sleep on the couch.” You shrug, turning to walk away, it’s too crowded in here now. 
“Don’t be ridiculous, you’ll freeze, we’ll share.” 
"Great" you sigh, and while he's gone back to the living room to make sure everything's locked up, you quickly rearrange the bedding to form a makeshift pillow wall down the middle of the bed,  so you have at least some hope of being able to rest. You rush to the bathroom to pull yourself together as you hear him coming back down the hall.
Cal thinks the pillow wall is ridiculous when and is rearranging the bed when you come back, he gives you this look like ‘what is wrong with you?’
“What?! My back hurts from tensing up and shivering; I just wanted some extra support.” 
“I can rub your back, and if you're still that cold, we should probably snuggle up skin to skin. You know, transfer body heat and all that.” He explains. 
You groan internally as he strips down, to his underwear and snuggles into the bed, “here I’ll get it warmed up for ya.” He smiles, and wow he’s looking so cute smiley and snugg in the bed, cheeks tinted pink from the alcohol. He makes a show of kicking his legs and rolling around to warm up the bed, and then looks at you, “c’mon! It’s warm, hoodie off.” 
“Calum.” You roll your eyes.
"Just tryna help, love," and next thing you know he's pouting with those plush lips and god, you really could not have made this a worse situation for yourself if you had tried. You fidget with the hem of the hoodie for a beat longer before you offer an exasperated "Fuck it" and tear it off and hurriedly slide under the covers.
“That’s my girl.” Calums grins, pulling you into him. He wraps his arm around you and starts absentmindedly rubbing your back, “isn’t this better? The bed is warm, we’re cuddled up together rather than having all those pillows to make sure we both stay cold?”
You roll your eyes to yourself at his ability to remain totally oblivious to the situation. It's so Calum. This isn't the first time your attraction to him has gotten the best of you but it's definitely the closest you've come to having to address it. Wrapped up in tattooed arms, bare chest pressed up against your back, this is the closest you've been to Calum, period. "You were right, 's great, Cal. Thanks" you say warmly but in a tone you hope makes it clear the conversation doesn't need to continue.
He stays quiet for a little bit, burying his face against the back of your neck. “Glad we decided to get away.” He murmurs, and you get goosebumps as his lips brush against the back of your neck. “Are you cold? Here, turn over, against me.” He says softly.
You can't think of a reason not to so you flip over as requested. He runs his hand vigorously up and down your arm, that he's decided entirely on his own needs warming. In a genuine but light tone, you ask, "How are you not tired? We got up so early and everything that went wrong... hell is literally freezing over right now. Why are you not sleeping?" 
Without even a beat of hesitation, he shrugs and answers simply, "Guess I'd rather talk to you."
You let out a little sigh. Cal was aloof. No idea what those words meant to you, no idea of the total effect he was having on you, and you’re not even sure he’d care if he did know and that was annoying enough.
You must still have a notable amount of liquid courage in you because you hear yourself press him, "Well. Let's talk then. Tell me something I don't know. And make it interesting, Hood."
And he decides to match your courage, “I think you’re pretty.” He murmurs, in case you don’t hear him and he can take it back.
You purse your lips in thought. Normally you're a big believer in the "go big or go home" mindset but the problem here is if this goes wrong, you can't go home because of the storm. His admission isn't much but coming from Cal, it's kind of a lot. Realizing you need to respond before either of you lose your nerve, you take a deep breath and move the slightest bit closer to him on the bed. "You got me drunk and naked during a blizzard just to tell me I'm pretty?"
Cal lets out a sigh of relief and grins at you, “best laid plans darlin... what did you wanna hear, about how I wanna kiss you, or suck your clit instead?” He decides to be brash right back.
You grin back at him while your mind is going a mile a minute. You search his eyes, trying to decide how much of this is him trying to get a reaction out of you, hoping this is for real and not just a game of chicken that flirty friends might play. You clear your throat and smirk, "Well. I guess I did say make it interesting, now didn't I?"
“Right, right.” He nods... “so you definitely wanted to hear about how I’d kiss down your body, paying attention to your neck and nipples because I know you like that. Maybe a couple hickies? Then your thighs would just be covered in marks...” he watches you shift, “should I go on?” He smirks
You love that smirk and you hate that smirk. That smirk that lets him get away with anything but also let's on that he knows he can get away with anything. You wish your breathing hadn't become so shallow as you lean in and say in a much lower voice than anticipated, "You know... I'm realizing I've never been a big fan of stories." You lightly drag your finger down his chest, stopping to trace over his many tattoos. "Always preferred 'show' over 'tell', you know?"
“I think I know that about you.” He pushes your hair off your shoulder and pulls you closer, pressing his lips to your neck, he feels your body tense for a moment as he presses another to your cheek. “This ok?” He checks.
You exhale loudly, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. You smile faintly at him, the flirty confidence you'd been hiding behind finally slipping. "Yes..." You answer, running your hand down his sweetly concerned face, enjoying the roughness of his stubbly cheeks. "More than ok. I've just... I've been wanting this." You hook your fingers under his chin and bring his face to yours, fitting your lips against his before he can respond to your confession.
Cal grins into the kiss; happy to have the permission. The kiss is needy, he’s nipping at your bottom lip, sucking it, and then he’s moving his lips back to your neck, pulling you against him, grabbing your ass to pull you closer. He pushes you over onto your back as he starts to kiss down your body.
Your fingers instantly thread thru his hair as you watch him move down the bed, pressing his lips to your skin any and everywhere he sees fit. You gasp as he palms over your right breast, loudly sucking a mark just below it. "You don't waste any time, do you, Cal?" You comment shakily, closing your eyes.
“Well... I’ve been wanting it, too.” He smirks at you. “So pretty.” His tongue pokes out, teasing your nipple. “Wondering how you taste, how you sound.”
You inadvertently let out a yelp when the chilly air of the room hits your skin dampened by his kisses at the exact moment he says the word "sound." You both chuckle warmly at the coincidence and for a second, you forget that this is not normal, that this is uncharted territory. You remember that it's just Cal. His mouth closing in on your other nipple yanks you out of your thoughts and you relax into the feeling, murmuring "That's nice, Cal" because you know he likes encouragement.
Cal kisses back up your body, pushing himself flush against you so you can feel that you’re getting him hard. He presses a couple sweet kisses to your cheeks before moving back down leaving open mouth kisses against your thighs, marks and nips decorating your skin
Cal hooks his fingers in your panties and gently pulls them off. He notices your breath catches as you feel him between your legs and he looks up at you, eyes meeting yours to check in once more. You bite your lip and nod. Satisfied with this exchange, he wraps his arms around your thighs, bringing you closer to him and his tongue darts out to lick a stripe down your center.
Cal hums against you as he slowly licks over your clit, “so worked up.” He grins at you. “Can you turn the lamp on? Wanna see you.”
You snort at his request but oblige him, making a big show out of extending your body up and over to reach the bedside table. "Not exactly the type of stretch I've been hoping for tonight, Hood," you tease.
He cocks an eyebrow, licking into you, staring you down. He presses his thumb to your clit, “you want stretch, darlin? I’m sure I can make that happen for you.”
He circles your clit with his thumb a few times before attaching his lips to it. He continues to eat you at a torturously slow pace and you groan, bucking your hips against his face, resulting in him murmuring an unintelligible protest against your pussy and reaching out to steady your wild hips.
“Acting like no ones touched you in months.” He teases. “Fuck, youre delicious.” He rests his head against your thigh and flicks his tongue over and over your clit, moaning. He flicks his eyes up to you to see your face
He sees your lips are moving but no words are coming out. He smiles to himself as he asks a question he feels he probably already knows the answer to, "You ready to cum for me, darlin?"
Your fingers tangle in his hair and he buries his face back against your core, licking, sucking, nipping on the super sensitive flesh, listening to your moans and rambling
He hears you find your voice just enough to get out a strained "Jesus, Cal" and then feels your body finally tense and relax beneath him. He laps at you a few more times before you're pushing him away. He presses a kiss to each of your inner thighs and then raises himself over you, to kiss you, tongue moving against yours with grace, offering you a taste of your arousal, taking away the breath you had barely just caught after your orgasm.
“Was it everything you’ve wanted?” He teases, against your mouth. He drops his hips against yours, needing you to feel him. You pull out the kiss and Cal immediately goes back to kissing your neck, “it was more than I thought, you sound better than I could have imagined. Better than I’ve thought about when jerking off.” He admits.
You press a small kiss to his shoulder and decide you can't get him close enough so you run your hands down his back, drawing him near, "Can't say I was disappointed." You roll your hips against his, eliciting the type of sharp groan you were hoping you'd receive. "But tell me, what else have you thought about?" You reach between you and find his hard cock between your bodies and give it a light squeeze thru his boxers.
“What haven’t I thought about?” He chuckles, gripping you and flipping you so you’re on top, “this has crossed my mind a lot. Bet you look so pretty when you’re riding cock.” He hums, “think about your lips wrapped around me.”
You lean over him and trail short wet kisses all over his chest, "Oh yeah? Reckon I'd look pretty good with your cock in my mouth?" You tease
“I’d be willing to bet on it.” He winks. “Should we find out? Or are you wanting more.”
You both grin at each other like fools as you work together to get his underwear off. You figure you've both waited long enough for this and waste no time licking up the sides of his cock before taking as much of it as you can into your mouth
“No what the fuck.” He breathes
You pull off of him as quickly as you took him in and chuckle, "Thought you said you thought about this a lot, is this not what you expected?" You smile at him playfully while you give his cock a few gentle strokes. You lean down to roll your tongue briskly over the head before wrapping your lips around it and gently begin to suck.
“No, this is perfect, baby, thank you.” He groans, wrapping his hand in your hair. He moans as you work his cock up and down, flicking your tongue over the tip before licking down his shaft to suck on his balls, drawing out a low groan. “Baby, want you on my cock, please.”
You react audibly to his words and lazily drag your lips across his cock and chest as you make your way back up his body. You lay next to him and he wraps a hand around your neck, pulling you to his lips, murmuring nonsense against them. You pull back and kiss along his jaw because you've always wanted to do that and now you can, "How do you want me?"
“Be a good girl and ride me for a little, yeah?” He asks. “Just wanna see you on top of me for a bit, and then maybe I can get it from behind.” He murmurs, holding your neck tight.
Just the thought of Cal bending you over like you've always imagined has you feeling weak and your eyes fluttering shut, "That... sounds like a fantastic plan." You peck at his lips a few times more and sit up, "So tell me, does a stud like you keep condoms with you at all times or are we going with the honor system here? I'm on the pill and like, I know you so I'm fine either way..."
He hmmms... “I didn’t assume to bring any... like don’t get me wrong, I would have thought too if I thought this was possible. But I can be a responsible adult and wait, as much as I don’t really want to…”
Of all of the unexpected events of the day, hands down the most surprising for Cal has to be seeing the wide smile that spreads across your face. Before he can ask you about it, you're capturing his lips in yours again, "Good boy," you beam and then bound off the bed into the living room. He's confused until he sees you rushing back into the bedroom, digging thru your purse. "You know, I've always wondered what your move would be in this situation, although I appreciate you not assuming anything," you triumphantly toss a shiny packet at him on the bed. He raises an eyebrow at you as you toss your bag aside and climb back on the bed. "Don't flatter yourself, Cal, it's not specifically for you, I just like to be prepared," you tease.
“Oh yeah? Just gonna fuck a random mountain man then?” He quips with a soft smile to let you know he’s joking.
"I didn't take you for a role playing guy, but if that's what you're into, I'm down"
“No no, if we're gonna do this, we’re gonna do this as ourselves. I don’t wanna pretend I wouldn’t have you if you weren’t you.” He admits. 
“Another point for Hood.” You grin. “Now, are you gonna put that condom on or do you need a hand?”
"I'm never gonna say no to you putting your hands on me," he taps the bed next to him, indicating you should come closer. He rubs over the top of your thigh as you tear open the wrapper and give his cock a few firm tugs before you roll the condom onto him.
Cal grabs for your hips, sitting up for a kiss and to guide you over him. He grabs his cock in one hand and slicks it through your folds. “Think you’re ready?” He checks, “it feels like you’re ready.“ he murmurs
"You have no idea how ready," you groan and begin to sink yourself down onto him.
Cal groans from the sudden delicious change of your body on top of him and you wrapping around him “can’t believe we’re finally doing this, you feel amazing.” He admits, laying back. “Show me how you like it gorgeous.” 
And you can’t help but love all the affection and terms of endearment he’s showering you with.
You take his hands from off your hips and place them on your tits. He takes the hint and begins playing with them and then you're rolling your hips, trying to find a rhythm that satisfies you both. "Fill me even better than I thought you would," you tell him.
“Oh? So you’ve been thinking about my dick?” Cal gets cocky, and he grins. “You can take it slow, I wanna enjoy you on top of me, I can rail you in a bit.”
Calum lands a hard smack to your ass.
You roll your eyes, partly at his smug demeanor and partly at how much it turns you on. "You want slow, Cal?" You lean back, bracing your hands on his legs. You raise your hips until his cock is nearly all the way out of you and then slowly lower yourself to take him all in again. You repeat this slow dance again and again and the way Cal is gripping your hips along with the soft curses slipping from him tells you the sensation -not to mention the sight- is driving him wild. "This more what you had in mind?"
“Exactly.” He confirms, slowly moving his hands across your skin, up over your breasts, tweaking your nipples, lightly holding your neck, and down back over your thighs, he might be in you but he wants to make sure you feel him all over your body. He bites his lip watching you, “feels so good, pretty girl.” He praises. “You let me know when you’re ready to switch.” He lets his thumb linger over your clit, pressing soft circles over it.
"Ah... that's so good, keep doing that." You moan contentedly and lean into his touch, bouncing on his cock just a little more aggressively. "Love this but honestly just about ready for you to wreck me"
“Happy to.” He guides you off of him by your hips, “let’s get ass in the air.” He directs. He watches you turn over and settle on your hands and knees, wiggling your ass. He can’t help himself as he leans in to slick his tongue through your folds another time, listening to your breath hitch at his unexpected action. “So good,” he murmurs as he kisses the back of your thigh and up to your lower back. “Nothing’s gonna beat the view of you on top of me, but...” he lines up and sinks in, “fuck you feel good.” He makes quick work of upping the rhythm since you’re already so wet for him.
He moves his hips against you, hands alternating between grabbing at your ass and holding on to your hips for leverage. You can't believe how good he feels from this angle and you want to tell him but all that comes out is a series of whines. He seems to get the message, though, since he responds with "Feelin good, pretty girl?" and a loud slap to your ass as he drives himself in deeper.
Your arms give as you drop your face to the bed, chanting and whining his name. “Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” He teases, rubbing a hand over the newly smacked flesh, landing another one, he grins at your little yelp. “Taking it so well.” He groans. And then it’s just skin on skin and the moans filling the bedroom.
You can't help but move your hips back against him as you feel yourself nearing your end. "Fuck, gorgeous, get what you need," his encouragement sending you over the edge. He slows down, letting you ride out the orgasm at your own pace, groaning at your satisfied sounds and the feeling of you pulsing around him. Once he feels your body relax, he gently alters his rhythm once more, searching for his own release.
He grins, still watching you while chasing his orgasm, your body still moves for him, he’s watching the nothing fall out of your moving lips, your fingers curl into the sheets, it’s when you finally find your voice to say “cum for me cal” that he loses it, holding his hips tight against yours as he spills into the condom.
Cal stays buried in you for a few beats longer, hands absentmindedly rubbing over your ass as he catches his breath. He gives one last "Fuckin hell," under his breath as he eases himself out of you, you murmur in blissful agreement. You feel him affectionately run his hand down your spine and leave a small kiss on the back of your neck before the weight on the bed shifts as he gets up to dispose of the condom.
When he comes back, you exhaustedly cuddle against his chest. He kisses the top of your head and listens as you fall asleep. “Guess we’ll talk about us in the morning.” He whispers, kissing your head again. 
You’re both awoken by your ringing cell phone, cal is wrapped tightly around you, and you have to fight your way out of his arms to go answer it. 
His eyes are barely open as you climb back in bed with him, he scoops his arm around you and pulls you in. “My suitcase came in this morning, they are going to bring it here.” He grin. 
“That’s good, but I was liking you in my hoodie.” He murmurs, eyes closing again. 
“Know you wanna go back to sleep Cal, but, can we talk?” You ask and watch as he nods, “about last night… I want you to know that I hope it’s not just a one time thing.” 
“Could be a two time thing,” he murmurs, pushing his hand between your thighs and kissing your cheek, “are you thinking something else?” He checks, as you push against his chest. 
“I was thinking maybe like… we try… us.” You admit, “if you want to, no pressure.” You quickly sputter out. 
“Of course I want to.” He sighs. “Just wasn’t ever sure you wanted that.” 
“I do, I want that.” You kiss his nose, “so let’s try.”
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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 5 years ago
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Why do I find it so cute when Calum and yn would randomly meet for a internet interview with like random celebrities and she's like quarantined on the other side of the world like time zones r shit but for some reason they figure out she can Calum had a lot in common and they start to flirt and just he cute 🥺🥺 like showing off their dogs on camera or talking a out touring and making albums 🥺🥺
One, that’s so fucking cute. May I expand on this for just two seconds?
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–Calum sees her, before they’re recording and she’s kinda shuffling around her room just for a second second before getting situated and he’s mostly settled but Duke’s been pawing at him all morning, so he brings Duke into his lap for just a quick second. “Aww, he’s a cutie,” she’d smile. 
–So finally everyone’s settled and the interview starts. Mostly just artists talking about how they’re making music in the quarantine, what they’re listening to, if they tips or tricks. 
–But like part way through, she gets distracted by her own dog, so then Calum, who already thought she was kind of cute, perks up. And he’s like, oh she’s like dogs too. And because of her distraction, they start talking about pets and what they must be thinking but the sudden intrusion of their humans being home all day now. Soon the interview ends. 
–She’s like one of the first to bow out. It was her last interview for the day, and she’s b-e-a-t. Ready for sleep. Calum scrambles to his phone to find the email that had all the Zoom information, and password, and there’s her name. So he goes to Twitter and he’s not one to be forward but he can’t really is kind of intrigued by her. So he follows her and then sends a DM, It was really nice meeting you today, and having a small chat. Stay safe. 
–She doesn’t reply right away, because of time zones, but right as Calum’s getting ready for bed, he checks his DM’s. And there’s her reply. Thanks! Nice meeting you too. Hope you’re staying safe too. Slowly, they start talking back and forth during the day. She offers up a chat via video and Calum of course agrees. 
–He learns about her dog; she learns about Duke. And he might be starting a collection of screenshots with her in her heart-shaped headphones curled up next to her dog and they just talk about favorite foods, and swamp book recommendations. 
–Calum makes a particular sly comment, it’s mostly innocent but there’s a twinkle to his eyes. “I can’t believe I’m missing out on cuddles right now. Would absolutely cuddle the shit out of you right now.” And she’d laugh, “It’s just a flight.” It’s kind of teasing but she does want to meet Calum in person, some day, some how. Calum pouts, “Social distancing, love. Or else I absolutely would.”
–They get pictures of their dogs during the day. She snaps one of her dog, absolutely losing their shit as she gives them an extra treat in the form of a doggy cake. They have a little party hat on their head and they’re so happy in the photo. Calum immediately dials for a video chat and she answers. “Hey, Calum.” He grins, “Hi. Show me the birthday boy.” Calum literally sings happy birthday to her dog. Which might be total overkill, but at this point, who really cares. 
–And it’s terribly hard, because right now things aren’t safe for travel, but having Calum sing to her dog, definitely makes it hard not to want to hop onto a plane. “You’re setting that bar terribly high, Mr. Hood,” she teases but thanks Calum for the sweet gesture. 
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cals-sunflower · 4 years ago
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best years (c.h)
summary: he never thought he was ever going to find real love until he met her. now he never wants to let that go.
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the airport wasn’t full at all which was a plus on having to take a 3 am flight to new york. you had been touring with the boys and their respective partners. it was the most fun you’ve had in a while. now it was december and you were even more excited to finally have that one day break before the show meaning you’re gonna drag calum to go explore the city with all the christmas lights being up in honor of the holiday.
“hey angel, did you want me to get you a coffee and something to eat? i didn’t want to just walk away without asking you first,” calum whispers to you.
“please? i would go with you but i’m really tired. i really appreciate you babe,” you picked your head off of his shoulder and kissed him before he left.
“wow y/n, you really changed the way he thinks about love. that boy is completely smitten with you,” you blushed at kaykay’s words, thinking back to how you first met.
you and your friend anna decided to have a girls day doing whatever came to mind. walking down the street, anna pauses mid conversation to tap your arm violently. “geez what anna? what could you possibly have saw,” you giggled at the girl’s antics.
“dude cuties ahead of us,” she whispered and turned your head into the direction she was looking. there was the boys standing there and the blue haired one caught your eye from the bat. he was attractive and you didn’t want to miss the chance in talking to him (even though you were lowkey scared).
“welp what do i have to lose? if he rejects me, at least it’ll be less embarrassing because i don’t know them,” anna agreed with you and walks with you up to the boys. they stopped their conversation to look at you two.
“hi, we don’t mean to bother you guys or be weird,” you faced the blue haired boy now, “i don’t know if you have a girlfriend and if you do i apologize but i think you’re really attractive. i was wondering if i could possibly get your number?” all four of the boys jaw dropped and expecting you to say that.
“wow um sure. i’m calum by the way. these are my friends michael, luke and ashton,” sticking his hand out for you to shake. “y/n. again sorry if it’s weird,” it was calum’s turn to flirt and you see him grin as he opens his phone.
“to be quite honest your confidence is attractive and you’re really gorgeous,” you blushed at his words. you two exchanged numbers promising to be in contact for a date before parting your ways.
calum taps your shoulder to hand you the coffee and a bagel. you thanked him with a smile and began eating the bagel. “you seem like you’re in a daze or somethings on your mind, what’s wrong sweetheart?”
“nothing, just thinking about the way we met. i was scared shitless going up to you.”
“well if you didn’t, we wouldn’t be here and my ass would still probably be single,” you chuckle meanwhile he leaned over to kiss your temple.
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finally, you guys were in the hotel getting the keys to the rooms. you couldn’t get any sleep on the plane not even at least thirty minutes. “come on pretty girl, i got our key and you need to sleep,” you wave at the others before grabbing your boyfriend’s free hand with your bag in your other hand.
getting into the room was the best part, you put your bags in the corner somewhere and took off your shoes and socks. you also took off the sweatpants you had on and pulled your bra off leaving you in the oversized hoodie.
“never knew it was this easy to have you strip for me,” calum grins at the look of your face. “stop being nasty cal, come cuddle with me. i’m cold,” you laughed to yourself making grabby hands at him.
“i’m coming women, hold your horses,” he opens the duvet and gets into the bed. you wrap one leg over his waist and pulled yourself closer to him.
“i love being in your arms, you’re so warm baby.”
“likewise princess,” he kisses your nose letting his warm hand trace circles on your leg. you fall asleep in no time being in his arm.
it was 4:30 pm when you woke up legs still tangled with cal’s. you turn your head to find him already looking at you. ”calum you creep, were you looking at me this whole time?” the fallen silence that came over both of you made you guys laugh.
“no ma’am, i was actually on my phone and then you started moving. plus if you must know you’re really beautiful,” his hand rubs your cheek making your face fill with heat.
“we both know you’re the better looking one out of the two of us,” you pecked his lips before he had a chance to protest. “wait baby what time is it?”
“it’s 4:50, why’d you ask?”
“can we go find something to do around the city? please?” you put on your best pout and puppy dog eyes to get him to say yes.
“yeah we can-“ you automatically got out of the bed to get dressed. “well damn.” you walked back to him grabbing his face lightly to kiss him then walked away again.
“i love you,” you yelled out to him from the bathroom. he chuckled to himself shaking his head, “yeah i love you more princess.”
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the whole group went out together deciding it was more fun if everyone goes. you and the girls started your own conversations while as the boys trailed behind.
“so when are you going to pop the question?” ashton asks calum in a hushed whisper. “i don’t know, i just want it to be perfect for her. it’s what she deserves, only the best.”
“man, if you’re afraid she’s going to say no, you’re literally fucking crazy,” luke says. “yeah, you guys have been together for three years. even we know she’s the one for you,” the other two boys agreed with michael.
you suddenly turn around catching the attention of calum and the boys so they stopped talking. “baby we have to take pictures in front of the christmas tree. it’s so pretty!” you walked over to grab his hand.
“i can think of something way prettier.”
when walking over to the tree, fans noticed the boys and began asking for pictures. calum glances at you to see if you’re alright with it. after all it was his job but he knew how excited you were to take pictures.
“cal baby it’s okay, you do this for a living plus i see you just about every day. they don’t, now go take pictures rockstar,” you kissed him on the cheek and walked away to stand with sierra.
seeing the girls and guys there to take pictures warmed your heart so much. you seen it as a blessing that calum allowed you to be in his world. you seen him at most vulnerable moments as he’s seen yours.
“c’mon pretty girl i believe i owe you some pictures in front of the tree,” he hands luke his phone to take them while grabbing your hands to pull you to him.
“okay guys give me your cutest couple poses,” luke says making you laugh. you and calum do a few poses before deciding it was enough pictures.
“thanks lu, now take some with sierra!” you pushed him to sierra and took pictures for them. “wait group picture!!” michael yelled and got someone to take a picture of you all.
“that should be our christmas card we send to people,” ashton says.
“it doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” crystal replied leading everyone else to agree with her and ash.
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calum told the boys last night that he was going to propose to you today because he couldn’t wait anymore. he had the ring in his backpack that he carried to the venue.
“is it just me or does cal look more nervous tonight?” crystal whispered to you. looking up from your phone, you see calum pacing a little and breathing out heavily.
“hey baby, you okay?” he pauses his moments feeling his heart thump harder. you stand up and intertwined your hands with his.
“you’re gonna do amazing, you all are. nothing to worry about so stop the pacing! get excited baby, there’s only like three shows left before we take a break for christmas,” he grins at you and kissed your head.
“man sweetheart, you really know how to cheer a guy up.”
“it’s my job to make sure you’re happy.”
“can you guys stop being so damn cute? it’s disgusting.”
“no.”
“well you have to stop, we go on in three minutes,” calum gives a sigh and puts a hand on the small of your back to lead you out but not before making sure he had the ring box in his jacket pocket.
“okay rockstar you got this my love. so so proud of you,” you wrapped your arms around him placing a kiss on his shoulder. “thank you baby, i love you so much,” he kissed your head.
“i love you too!”
the show was going great, you were backstage dancing with the other girls. it never got old for you, there was always a new sense of feelings watching the guys perform no matter how many times you watched.
“now before we start the next song, how are you guys feeling tonight?” michael says into his microphone. the audience replies in loud cheers making the boys smile.
“so as you might know, last month was my three year anniversary with my girlfriend. who’s been such an angel to me and putting up with my craziness,” calum waved you to come on stage.
“what the-“ kaykay nudges you to get out there. you walked on stage with your head down, a slight blush on your face.
“hi sweetheart, how are you?” calum smiles at your sudden shyness. “i’m doing good babe, can i ask why i’m here?” you can see all of phones recording the moment between you two. calum sighs and starts his speech to you.
“you make me the fucking happiest i’ve ever been. i love waking up to you. i love when you do your pout and puppy dog eyes to get me to say yes because you know i can’t resist you,” he puts his free hand on your cheek, “i love coming home from tour knowing you’re right there waiting for me with duke in your arms. you guys know that duke tries to steal my girlfriend away from me.”
you and everyone else start laughing at his comment. “this leads me to my question,” calum drops to one knee and grabs to ring box out of his pocket. “shut up, are you serious?” your hand covers your mouth in shock.
“no baby i’m not. will you marry me and become mrs. hood?” he opens the box showing the prettiest ring that wasn’t too flashy but perfect. “yes fucking yes!!” you could hear the loud cheers while he slipped the ring on your finger and pulled you into a big kiss.
“yay, guys she said yes!! now cal pal who’s the best man?” ashton says jokingly.
“now mrs. hood as much i love you, you gotta head on back so your husband can play the next few songs,” luke laughs seeing as you didn’t take offense to his statement.
“i’ll see you later babe, i love you gorgeous,” you blew a kiss to him before walking off stage to the back where you were pulled into hugs.
“this is best years everybody!”
“did you guys know about this?” you wiped your left over tears. “no, but babes we’re so happy for you!” crystal embraced you once more making you giggle.
“looks like there’s two weddings that are being planned,” sierra nudges the both of you with a grin.
the minute the concert ends, cal is already heading to you. he picks you up making you wrap your legs around him and kisses you all over your face. “y/n hood has a nice ring to it,” you nodded with a smile.
“yeah, can’t wait to be addressed as the hoods. i love you so fucking much.”
“hey turns out, i love you so fucking much too,” he hugs you tighter forgetting about everyone whoes watching you guys with smiles.
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