#watch out calum thomas hood

[reagans-comet]

guess who got a bass guitar for her birthday

[riya-kaur]

calum thomas hood

cw: soft/fluffy calum!

kiss me.

"you look so beautiful right now"

your eyebrows knitted together as you looked down at yourself, "cal, baby, i'm just in a towel" you giggle, raising your head back up, watching as he approaches you from outside the bathroom door, with a smirk plastered on his lips.

he hums as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. you let your hands rest on his tattooed biceps before looking up into his eyes.

"kiss me then" you giggle as notice calum's brown eyes flicker between your eyes and lips.

"don't have to tell me twice, love" he mumbles before placing his lips on mine, lingering a slow yet teasing kiss.

he smiles against your lips before running his tongue against your bottom lip. you part your lips slightly, allowing his tongue access, but he pulls back, looking down at you.

"what's wrong?" you ask, letting your hands travel up to his cheeks, cupping both sides. "nothing" he hums. "everything is perfect, love" he smiles.

he bends down slightly, letting his hand fall to the back of your thighs, lifting you up on to the bathroom counter. he inserts himself in between your legs.

"i got so fucking lucky" he coos as he tucks a strand of your hair behind you ear. you look down at your lap as you feel your cheeks turn to a deep red color.

"no baby, look at me" his voice is soft as he hooks a finger under your chin, lifting your face back to where it was.

"my beautiful baby" calum coos as he lets his lips fall to your collarbone purposely as he knows that's your weak spot. his hands rest on your thighs, squeezing them with every kiss you lays on you.

he raises his head once he hears a small moan exit your mouth. he places his lips back onto yours, this time more hungrier. he pulls you closer with every kiss, one of his hands on the back of your neck, helping you keep your balance as the two of you made out heavily.

you eventually pull yourself back for air, your lips still grazed as the two of you rest your foreheads on one another.

"you make me feel like a teenage boy again" calum chuckles as he hides his face in your neck, placing small kisses in the crook of your neck.

"mhm i''ve never noticed" you joke before placing a kiss to his head. you feel calum let out a small laugh against your skin.

"i should let you get dressed" calum frowns as he pulls away from you, he let's his eyes glance over your body one last time before slowly backing away. "you're so cute" you giggle as you shake your head.

"that i am" he winks from the bathroom door frame. you blow him a kiss before he pretended to catch it, "don't take too long, i miss you already" he frowns before leaving from the door frame.

you chuckle to yourself as you grab the outfit you laid on the counter, which you set there before your shower. you quickly changed into the outfit, which simply consisted of one of calum's graphic tees.

after changing, you made your way into your shared bedroom. you notice calum and duke spread across the bed, calum tugging lightly on the toy duke held in his mouth.

you watch and giggle at the two of them before walking around to your side of the bed, slipping under the duvet.

duke, instantly acknowledging you, came running over to you, his tail wagging whilst his tongue extended to your face, licking your chin.

"momma's boy," calum sighed as he observed the two of you, resting his back against the headboard.

you giggle at calums remark before peppering kisses all over duke's face, "hi baby" you coo, finishing with a kiss to his nose.

you place duke beside you as you snuggle into calum's side. you let your hand run up and down his bare chest.

"miss me" you ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "always do" he smiles, placing a kiss on your head

"nice t-shirt baby" calum points out. "thank you, it's my boyfriend, he's into his fashion" you joke. calum hums in response, "what else is he into?" calum asks, playing along.

"me" you wink, you observe calum holding in a laugh, "okay, that was good" he grins you look up at calum, giving him a lazy smile before letting your head nuzzle into his chest.

"ï'm tired" you announce. "can you sing me a song to fall asleep to?" you ask with a cheeky smile plastered on your lips, batting your eyelashes at him.

"always, my love" he coos as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing the small of your back softly.

he starts singing the first verse of 'gotta get out' looking down at you, his lips in a smile as he sings to you.

you watch the words flow out his mouth as you dart your eyes between his mouth and his eyes, as he did in the bathroom before. you hear calum chuckling, making you come out of your trance,

"go on then, kiss me"

a/n: this is a reupload from my old account! ♡

[lovesosweeet]

KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 10

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

a calum hood songfic

the end!!!

Michael drops Tillie off at Calum’s home after he forces her to take a shower and put on clean clothes. He watches from his car as she knocks on the door, ready to drive her back home in case Calum refuses to speak to her. He’s proud of Tillie for finally facing a mess that she’s left behind. 

Tillie nervously rings the doorbell, even though she still has a key to Cal’s house. She knows walking in after their conversation last week wouldn’t go well. 

Calum is surprised to see her, and while he’s still mad, seeing her on his doorstep gives him hope. 

“Tillie?”

“Hi, Thomas,” she says, doing her best to smile at him. 

“What are you doing here?”

She nervously squirms under his intense gaze. “I have something to give you.” 

He doesn’t say anything. He keeps staring at her, waiting for her to give him whatever it is. He assumes it’s something he left behind at her place after the party, but if that was it, why didn’t she just leave it on the porch or give it to Michael to give to him? 

Tillie sighs, reaching into the black belt bag she carries as a purse. She pulls out a small ball of blue paper and smooths it out. It's a blue sticky note. It’s a note from the same pad as her breakup note she left for him. She hands the paper to him so he can read it.

I need some space. I’m sorry. I love you.

“Tillie, what is this?” He asks. The final three words burn into his mind. 

“It’s the first note I wrote that morning,” she explains. 

She wrote it and kept it. That has to mean something, even if she didn’t leave it for him to find that morning. 

Calum is stunned, staring at the black ink and reading it over and over. It’s strange how different the note feels with just three more words. 

“Can I come in?” She asks. Her voice is shaky and nervous. He hasn’t heard her speak like this much. 

He nods and breaks his stare from the piece of blue paper. He opens the door wider so Tillie can walk in. He’s fantasized countless times about Tillie telling him she loves him, but this is a version even his wildly imaginative brain didn’t conjure up. 

Tillie, in a somewhat confident way, walks beyond the threshold of Calum’s house. She spins around, expectantly, to determine whether they should talk outside or inside, depending on if Roy is home. 

As Tillie steps inside, Michael smiles to himself from the driveway inside of his car. He reverses out of the driveway. If she’s inside, he’s confident they’ll make up and he won’t need to drive her home. Cal is such a sucker for Tillie and everyone knows it.

“Uh, the couch should be fine,” Calum speaks, shutting the door behind her.

She nods and walks to the couch, nervously sitting on the edge of it. Calum is surprised to watch her like this. She’s never so timid.

Calum sits on the opposite side of the couch, but his eyes stay focused on the note. She said that she loves him. She didn’t say it out loud but she said it, and she said it back when they were sort of together. She’s kept the evidence with her the whole time.

“I wasn’t lying the other day, Cal,” Tillie speaks. “I do miss you.”

He sighs, looking up at her. She means it. He knows she does, but it doesn’t change the facts. “Tillie, why did you leave like that?” He cuts straight to the point. 

Then it’s her turn to sigh. She has to finally talk about it. She knows she has to talk about it and the thought alone makes her want to throw up. She clears her throat and stares into his warm brown eyes that are so skeptical of her. 

“Do you remember that night in Montreal?” She asks. 

Calum has to hold in a laugh. Of course he remembers that night. It was one of the best nights of his life. It was the night they became… more than nothing. “Yes, I remember that night.”

“And you remember what I told you about my sister?”

He nods. 

“The morning I left, I got a call from the police department in Raleigh. North Carolina, I mean.”

Calum nods again. Nothing that she’s saying has justified anything that she’s done. Not yet, at least.

“Um, so, my sister — Madison — she…” Tillie trails off and her eyes get teary faster than she expected. She looks away from Calum, not sure how she can look him in the eyes and tell him the truth. 

Calum stays quiet, giving her the space to figure out what she wants to say. What she needs to say. 

“Fuck,” Tillie mumbles, wiping under her eyes as the tears start to fall.

Calum wants nothing more than to reach over and wipe the tears away, but he’s supposed to be pissed at her still, so he doesn’t. But god, does he want to make her feel safe and okay and not whatever she’s going through mere inches away from him. 

“Madison committed suicide,” she finally says. 

He’s been silent the whole time, but now he really has no idea what to think or say. What she’s just shared isn’t something he ever could have imagined. His heart breaks for her.

“I just… didn’t — hell, I don’t know how to… deal… with it. It’s my fault.”

That’s all it takes for Calum to move closer to her, pulling her into him in a tight hug. Tillie collapses against him, breaking down fully for possibly the first time in her life. She feels safe in his arms and she’s grateful for him being understanding above all else. 

“It’s not your fault, Tillie,” he whispers to her. 

“It is! And then I hurt you, and then everything got so bad, and now everything is all messed up, and she died because of me, and I just… I don’t know.”

“I knew I was going to get hurt when I started anything with you, Tills,” he says. He’s partly joking and trying to lighten the mood, but he also knows he’s really not kidding.

She looks up at him with teary eyes. “Cal—“

He cuts her off. “And that’s okay with me.” 

“That’s not fair, Calum.”

Calum is thinking everything over. Tillie left him because of a true tragedy in her life. She ran because of something awful that had nothing to do with him. She truly just needed space. She didn’t let him back in once everything was back to normal, but still. He’s not as angry or hurt by the whole thing now after learning about the real reason.

“Tillie, you know I love you,” he starts and he watches as his words make her flinch. 

“I’m really sorry to hear about your sister. I can’t imagine how badly going through that alone must have felt. I wish you felt safe enough to let someone in back then. None of us heard from you for… months. Not even Michael.”

“I knew everyone would hate me,” she says. 

“Nobody hated you.”

Tillie shrugs in response, which surprises Calum. She doesn’t believe him and she knows that people were upset when she disappeared. Nobody knew how to ask her about her absence because she came back and picked up her life like nothing had happened. She had lied and said she went on an ayahuasca retreat in Mexico and disconnected from the world to connect with her spiritual side.

Rendering Matilda Sloane Beckett speechless isn’t something that happens often. It’s certainly never happened in Calum’s presence. 

Calum doesn’t know what to say either, so they just sit on the couch, the dust settling around them and a somewhat comfortable silence falls over the room. 

“If there’s anyone I should’ve told, it was you. And I’m sorry.”

They stare at each other, blue eyes pouring into brown.

“I love you, Calum. I should’ve told you that, too.”

Hearing the words out loud feels even more crazy. Calum’s heart is rattling in his chest, moving so fast it feels like it might explode. He wants to kiss her so badly, but he’s holding it in, trying to give Tillie a chance to talk about her feelings, something she basically never does. 

“Can you forgive me?” She asks.

Without hesitating, he answers.

“Of course I forgive you. I love you.”

“Even knowing the truth?” 

“I forgive you for running away and I still love you. That’s all there is to it, T.” He’s holding her close to him still, rubbing small circles on her back. 

Tillie shakes her head. “I’m a murderer, Calum.”

“It isn’t your fault at all.”

She wants to yell at him and tell him he’s wrong, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t need to make things worse. Everything is coming back together, slowly, in this moment, and she doesn’t want to mess it all up again.

“Have you thought about talking to someone?” Calum asks. Of course he wants to talk about them and where they stand as a couple, but Tillie’s sanity trumps their relationship any day. 

“I’m talking to you right now,” she replies. She doesn’t actually understand what Cal means. 

“No, T, like… talking to a therapist.”

Tillie raises her eyebrows before she shakes her head. “No, no, I don’t think that’s necessary.” Therapy was for crazy people and depressed people. She wasn’t either.

Calum sighs loudly, looking at the girl he loves who’s broken. She appears fine from far away. She’s still whole, but when you look closely, really closely, you can see the hairline fractures in the porcelain. It’s only a matter of time before it crumbles. 

“You know, I go to therapy,” he says, trying to keep the subject on this as long as he can. He really does want her to talk to someone. 

“You do?”

He nods. They’re not hugging anymore, but they’re still pressed close together. Tillie’s leaning her head against his chest and his arm is wrapped tightly around her.

“I do, and so does Mike. Luke does, sometimes, and Ash went a lot for a while there. We all go.”

“Why do you go?” She asks. 

Calum coughs and clears his throat. For the past year, it’s mostly been talking about Tillie. Before that, it was his parents’ separation and just general trauma recovery after being essentially a child star. He wouldn’t have traded his teenage years for anything, but he definitely went through a lot of things a lot earlier than he should have.

How does he tell the root of his emotional turmoil that she’s the reason he’s needed therapy?

“Just anxiety and stuff,” he says. He doesn’t tell her. That’s not a conversation for right now. “I think it would be good for you, Tillie. Even just to go one time and determine if it’s right for you.”

She thinks it over for a second, but realizes that if anyone would be able to gauge Tillie’s need to go to therapy, it is Calum. He loves her so much and knows more of her deepest, darkest secrets than anyone else. 

She nods. “Okay, if you think I should, I will.”

Calum is floored. He expected far more fight from the stubborn woman. Of course, it’s nice that there wasn’t an argument, but he’s not sure how to act. This isn’t something he could’ve prepped his brain for. 

“That’s… that’s good,” he finally says. 

Tillie nods again. Calum doesn’t know what to say, so he just nods in response.

“Can I ask you something crazy?” Tillie says, cutting into his thoughtful state.

All Calum knows how to do is nod.

“Can we… can we be, like, an ‘us’?”

He’s floored again, and his throat is full of cotton. How does he reply to that? How does he answer the question he’s wanted to hear for forever?

“Sorry, I mean… I guess, can we… actually try this? Like, boyfriend girlfriend, or partners, or, I don’t know, like… a relationship?”

Calum’s jaw drops open, but he nods quickly. Everything he’s wanted to hear is coming from the girl in his arms that he’s missed being this close to. This is what he’s dreamt about. 

“Tillie, I haven’t wanted anything more in my life. Ever.”

--

a/n: we made it to the end, y'all! I've loved bringing tillie and calum to life and hope you've enjoyed this short-ish songfic. if you haven't listened to know it all by the band camino it's TRULY a song that begs a story and i love them!!!

[writteninthesewalls28]

The most amazing sunset

A "Family" one shot

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 8 prompt. This is also a one shot from my own fanfiction series that I've been writing for quite some time now.

Summary: Milly and Calum watch the sunset together and get really emotional.

Warnings: mention of death, not proof read

The sunsets during the summer months in Sydney are truly beautiful.

Me and Calum always travel for at least one week to Sydney in December to go and visit all the old places where we made history together.

And one place was the Sydney Harbour Bridge, the place where he first said "I love you". It was always something special to see the sun go down and just experience the moment (and yes, take some photos and polaroids, because… well. I want something to feed my instagram with).

"Isn´t it beautiful?" I said, looking to Calum, who stood next to me, staring at the sun.

"Yeah, this place never fails to make me happy." He responded, not once looking away from the sunny light. "It always makes me feel so emotional. This is kind of where everything started, isn´t it?"

Yeah, it definitely was.

Just 3 years ago, we stood here and I was crying in Calum arms. My mom had died just a few weeks ago and I couldn´t cope with it. He and Louis were the only thing keeping me together at that point. The year before, I went here alone because Calum had been on tour and couldn´t travel to Sydney with me. Probably the most sad and disappointing moment for me during our relationship. This place just doesn´t feel the same without him.

And well. Then there was our first time actually sharing this moment together, our first "I love you", the words I had waited for during the last whole year to hear from him, but didn´t have the courage to say it. We were teenagers. Silly, little teenagers.

But it had been amazing.

"yeah, exactly." I said, responding to his question.

"You know, I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." He suddenly said, looking at me from the side.

I gave him a confused look. Does that mean, he had wanted to be parted from me once?

"I´m so scared, I could loose you one day because of a stupid little misunderstanding or something and I just couldn´t live with the fact that we could not be looking out for each other some day." he explained and I started to understand what he meant.

Most people take the people they love for granted and don´t feel grateful enough for them. As soon as you start working as a lawyer, that often changes because you learn about all these terrible situations some people are stuck in, often involving friends and family. It´s pretty sickening sometimes.

"Yeah, I get that. But you know, it wouldn´t be that hard for you to find someone new to love. You are a famous superstar, women love you." I said, too scared to look at him.

This place does something with you, it makes you reveal secret thoughts you never knew you would ever share with someone.

"no, no, no, no. Please never say that!" Calum said, touching my chin and gently pushing it over to him so I had to look in his gorgeous eyes. "You are the most beautiful woman, I could ever meet. Look at you, your hair, your cutely imperfect skin I love so much… I could maybe get other women, but none of them would be as amazing as you. I wouldn´t want to live without you by my side, Milly!" He sighs and adds: "And by the way, you are also the most brave person I´ve ever met. No one would just go and search for their biological parents on their own. But you do."

He wrapped me in a hug and I immediately felt a lot better.

"I couldn´t live without you, Calum. It feels like I can´t breathe when you´re not around me or I don´t know where you are right now. You make me feel like myself Calum Thomas Hood."

And with that, we enjoyed the last few minutes with the stunning sunlight shining over the Sydney Harbour Bridge and stood there, arms wrapped around each other.

Yeah, I´d never want to be parted from him ever again.

[myown-worstenemy-2003]

Marry Me? (Calum Hood)

A/N: Hey guys! This is out of the usual fandom that I write for but another one of my favorite fandoms! This was written for one of my best friends who loves him! (I do too, not gonna lie but I'm a Michael girl.) Anyway! I hope you enjoy it! (Also don't make fun of me, this is my first time writing for nonfictional people. Have mercy on my soul.) PS: Please don't copy my work because I worked hard on this and I will literally cry! Thank you! :) <3

Summary: Based on the song "Marry Me" by Thomas Rhett

Word Count: 1621

Everything was beautiful. Makayla was going to get the wedding that she had always dreamed of having. A beautiful garden, colors everywhere from the flowers. Not too many people to save her aunts and uncles some money.

I’m in my black suit and tie, out in the back of the garden where no one can see me. I pull a flask out of my suit pocket and do a shot quick shot of whiskey to calm my nerves. I smile just thinking about meeting her up there. I hope I make it through without crying so nobody sees. 

Because she doesn’t want to marry me. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I shake my head as I look out of the windshield of my car, “Snap out of it Cal.”

I just got home from our world tour, and I love going on tour and seeing our fans, but I miss being at home with family and friends. I walk into my house and drop my stuff at the door and just crash on the couch face-first for a nap. When I get attacked by Duke with kisses.

“Duke!” I said, excitedly petting him, rolling over onto my back, and laughing as he said his hellos.

“I missed you too Duke,” I chuckled, he got up and ran off to get his toys. As he was running off, I sat here thinking about the day that I got Duke. 

Makayla and I had just been browsing the pet shelters after she had insisted that I needed a buddy for when she wasn’t able to stay over at my house. And I came home with a little puppy named Duke. We were sitting on the couch in the same position that I was right now. We were both watching Duke play around until I just focused on her because of how beautiful she looked. She turned around with a smile on her face to say something but stopped. In my mind, I was going to lean in and kiss her and it was going to be perfect but then I thought, what if she doesn’t like me that way? What if I do it and it ruins our friendship? 

“Cal?” Makayla said, bring me out of my freak-out session.

“Yeah?” I said, “What’s up?”

“Is everything okay?” 

“Y-yeah! I’m good!” I said nodding my head, “Just thinking about dinner, you hungry?”

I stand up from the couch and walk over to the counter to the pile of mail. I go through it and see nothing important other than bills. Putting those back on the counter to deal with later, I get myself a snack from the cabinet and lean on the counter eating Cheez-Its. I always wondered if she feels the same way from the way she looked at me that day, but I never found the right time to ask her. Then it was too late to ask her, I didn’t want to ruin anything if she didn’t.

I’m still snacking when I see something on the coffee table that I didn’t see early. I put the box down and walk over to the coffee table. As I get closer, it’s an envelope with Calum Hood written on it in familiar handwriting. I pick it up and open it. 

“Oh, my God.”

I knew this day was coming but I didn’t know it was already coming. Inside the envelope was an invitation from Makayla and her fiance to their wedding which was less than a month away. 

“Oh, my God,” I said again.

My phone ringing startled me right out of my trance of staring at the fancy paper that was giving the worse news that I had heard in my life. Still looking at the invitation I pull my phone out of my front pocket and answer it, “Hello?”

“Hey Cal! Welcome home!” the sweetest voice comes through.

“Makayla! Hey! How’s it going?” I answer back, smiling on instinct. 

“I’m great! I haven’t heard your voice in so long. I missed you, Cal,” she tried to sound happy but there was a hint of sadness in her voice. 

“I missed you too Mak. I miss your pretty face!” 

“Aw, you make me blush! Enough with the sadness! How was the tour?”

“It was awesome! We went to a lot of different places than before. And then the places we've been before are always fun to go back to as well.”

“Aw, it sounds like you had a blast, Cal!” she says happily.

“Enough about the tour! When did you guys set the date for the wedding?” I ask her, trying to be excited.

“Oh, I tried to call you and tell you a few times but you were always performing or asleep so after a few times of not answering, I just let you find it when you got home from the tour. Since there was plenty of time for you to get prepared.”

I sit there for a minute, taking it all in. She’s going to get married. I always thought it was going to be to me. Hell, even our own friends thought Makayla and I were going to get married. But she’s not going to. 

“Cal? Hey is everything okay? Cal?” she asks, worriedly.

I shake myself out of it, “Yeah! Yeah! I’m fine! I’m just thinking about all of the things I have to do before you get married! I mean what’s the man of honor going to with only a month left to plan the bachelorette party?”

Makayla giggles, “Well, you and Kelly better get to work on it because it is coming up fast.”

“Yeah, it is,” I say with a sigh.

“Anway, I bet you’re tired from the flight. I’m gonna let you get some sleep. Goodnight rockstar,” she says.

“Goodnight,” I say back and listen until the line goes silent. I lean back on the couch, “Fuck.”

I’m too late.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A month later, it’s everything that Makayla has ever told me about when she talked about wanting to get married. It is at a beautiful garden that she told me about from a vacation that she went to when she was younger. She wasn’t exaggerating when she said that it was beautiful. There are flowers and greenery everywhere, along with statues and fountains. The arch where they were going to get married under was covered in red, pink, and white roses.

I'm standing in the back listening to the three people in the seats talk about how beautiful it was, saying that Makayla was going to look beautiful. I watched as Makayla’s bridesmaids were making sure everything was perfect. One was fixing flowers as she walked by, and another was talking to the groomsmen. Piper tripped as she walked by which led to her taking off her heels. Kelly, her maid-of-honor, was currently talking to their Aunt Rachel and Aunt Jenn. I know they’ve been dreading this day. But they aren’t the only ones giving her away.

I walk away to look around and clear my head for a second.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A few minutes later, I’m back hiding out in the back. Everyone was getting prepared to walk down the aisle and then Makayla. I can just imagine her in her dress welcoming the guests. I just know that she looks so beautiful that it hurts my heart that I can’t be with her. I look around looking for her. Maybe I can find her, get it off my chest. I walk around to the front where she might be welcoming the guests, I get in the short line to tell her how I feel. I wait and I wait. I talk myself up the whole time.

You can do it. You are going to tell her you love her and have since forever. 

When I was next after someone, I watch her. She is happy. She’s laughing and talking with her family and friends.

“Cal!” she says happily and hugs me. 

Alright, this is your chance. Tell her how you feel.

“Makayla, I-” I start.

“What’s wrong?”

I can’t mess this up for her. She’s happy.

“I wish you all the best. You look beautiful.”

She smiles a little, “Thank you, Calum.”

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

So here I am, standing out in the back. In my black suit and tie. Taking a strong shot of whiskey. I hope I can make it through without crying. 

I feel a tap on my shoulder, I look over and see Piper, “What’s up?”

“Makayla is asking for you real quick,” she says, trying to hide a smile on her face. 

“Is everything okay?” I ask, following her to where Makayla is, trying not to panic. 

Piper opens the door and I walk in.

“Calum,” Makayla says looking up from where she’s sitting. I hear the door close softly behind me.

“Makayla,” I say coming up to her, “Is everything okay? Do you need something?”

“Cal. Give me one good reason not to do this,” she says in the most serious tone that I’ve ever seen her.

I stand there for a second and she’s about to say something when I walk up to her, put my hand on her face and softly kiss her lips. She kisses me back wrapping her arms around my neck. I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.

The door opens, “Mak, 2 minut- oh. Okay,” someone says. We break apart breathless. There stands Kelly in the doorway, Piper and the bridesmaids peeking in, “So, should I send everyone to the reception hall?” 

“That is a great idea Kelly,” Makayla says and Kelly sends her thumbs up as she closes the door.

“So where were we?” she asks me. I laugh and lean down to kiss her again.

[a1996cth]

this is very important,, please take care of yourselves lovelies!!! 💛

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

Maybe Cal surprises y/n after being away doing promo works and shows up with their favorite meal and they catch up 🥵🥵🥵

Hi Blanca! Let's dusty off these rusty wheels. Tried to keep it as gender-neutral as possible. 

CW: 18+ Content

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You watch Duke lap at the bowl for a moment, mostly to make sure the old man turns his attention to the food you've put into the bowl. He gets finicky--sometimes he wants you around, sometimes he doesn't. But you always linger for just a moment to match sure his attention eventually settles on the food. Once he gets a few more drinks of water, he noses the rim of the food bowl. The sound of the first crunch lets you know he's going to at least eat something. So you push up from the counter and then look back at binder of recipes on the counter.

With Duke settled, you still need to figure out what you want to eat. It was sometimes a late night endeavour with you waiting well into the night before getting up. But you know Calum's going to call soon and ask if you've selected what to get for dinner. Even if he was miles away, he called in the evening to hear your voice and to make sure you were sticking to the schedule.

It sounds ridiculous as you flip to the turkey dish section of the binder. You're a grown adult but you still need the strictness of a schedule to ensure you didn't get overwhelmed. It also ensures you don't forget the necessities--work, walking Duke, doctor's appointments, laundry, cleaning. It works which is all that you need.

Behind you Duke still chomps away at his foods and your gaze glazes over. Did you want turkey today? Or did you want a veggie dish which Calum could finish up for dinner later in the week--should he choose to. Choice paralysis--it was a fucking awful beast when it showed up. You and Calum had a system though. When you felt too paralyzed to make a decision, you'd text him two numbers. Each one corresponded to specific choice. Whichever one selected by the partner was the decision to go with. He seemed to favor odd numbers, so you made sure to never make one of the options even. It had to be fair--no using the other person's preference or bias as an advantage.

You flip through binder blindly and stop--chili, the first contender. You go back to the binder and flip, twist, turn, and shake the binder under you settle on another page. Pork chops--the second contender. Pulling up Calum's text thread, you type a message: 13 or 15?

The text sits for a moment and then you see Calum typing--signaled by the three grey bubbles. 17.

You immediately tap on the phone icon next to his name. The call connects a moment later. "Hi love," he greets, his voice sounds a little far from the microphone. You know in his car, he's got his phone connected to the bluetooth in the radio. But why would he be driving? He was supposed to be locked into promo until late this evening.

You don't waste time with pleasantries. "What do you mean by 17? The choices were 13 or 15."

"Get the door for me please. You'll see."

"Calum Thomas Hood--what do you mean?"

"My hands are going to be full. Could you please open the front door for me? I'm pulling into the driveway right now."

"You said you'd be out late with interviews?"

"We got done early. I bought dinner."

You give a small, "Oh" with the phone still pressed to your ear. You slip into your slides near the door and step onto the porch. Sure enough Calum's SUV pulls up into the driveway. "Well would you look at that?"

He laughs. "To make up for last week."

"I'm coming to you," you say and then end the call. Calum steps out of the car just as you get down from the porch. He smiles at you before ducking back into the car and you open the passenger side door. "Empty hands over here." The smell of your favorite takeout invades your nose and you grin. "Option 17."

He laughs softly. "Option 17. I got the food, if you don't mind grabbing my backpack."

"Don't mind, babe." You grab the black backpack and sling it onto your shoulder. He carries it sometimes for promo to ensure he has chargers, snacks, and whatever else he wants with him. It's never too heavy and once the bag is hitched up, you step away from the car and close the door with your hip.

The two of you hand up to the house and Duke greets Calum at the threshold. "Oh, I know. Pop's been gone way too long," he grins down at the small dog and then carries on until he reaches the dining room table.

You close the door behind you, ensuring it's locked too. "Why are you trying to make up for last week?" you asks.

"I was distracted a lot trying to get ready for this upcoming promotion and I know last week was hard because three people quit at your job too."

"You listened to all those rants."

"Yeah, but still. I feel like I could've been more there for you. So we can have a quiet evening. Luke and Michael are doing some NY press right now on Zoom and my turn is up tomorrow so I'll be home more for you then too before the conference this weekend."

Your job allows you to work remotely. You work from the backyard sometimes--or go to a few coffee shops in town when you need a change of scenery. Now that the business was gaining more traction--there was a business exposition that your CEO wanted to attend. You, by already being in California, and being one of the few longest standing employees, were an easy pick for the CEO to include on the trip.

A small smile graces your face. "Thanks, love."

And the two of you settle at the dining room table, sitting next shoulder to shoulder. "How were the interviews today?" you ask.

"They were good--us and TikTok are still a steep learning curve," Calum chuckles, grabbing a fork from the bag.

As you chew around your bite, you listen to Calum recount the ridiculous of the 15 minute TikTok live and how it scared him people would go as far as to send virtual hats and accessories and having those correspond to actual money on the platform. He worried since they didn't necessarily control all of that the money was just wasting away. You know his upbringing is the root of that anxiety. He didn't want people to waste money--though he was grateful people spent money on the albums, concert tickets, and merchandise.

The squeak and scrape of the styrofoam starts to cut through the sentences that you and Calum exchange. The conversation slowly shifts from his work to your day and how much packing for the trip you've done. Packing got halted when your lucky shirt--the shirt you wore for most major things--was in the wash. The load was in the dryer now and you'd resume packing most likely tonight once you got to folding.

"The internet was a little finicky today. So I might head to a shop near by so you don't have too many troubles with interviews tomorrow," you mention as you toss out the trash.

Calum pouts as he grabs a bowl from the pantry behind you. "Do you have to?"

You can hear the pout before you even see it and when you turn, getting an eye full of the white t-shirt hanging over Calum's shoulder and chest, you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your chin in his sternum. "Hmm, maybe not for the full day. I have a meeting at 1 though so I'll have to leave for that."

"Is that the only meeting?" he asks, setting the bowl down and running the tips of his fingers over your cheek.

"Yeah so I'll come back afterwards."

"Okay. But I want cuddles before you leave."

You grin. "A request I'd be happy to fill."

Calum bends down, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. "One or two scopes?" he asks in a whisper. His lips brush over yours as he speaks.

You give him another kiss. "One."

"Three it is. One for you-- two for me," he grins and squeezes onto your elbow for just a brief moment. Your arms fall and you let him go--to turn to the freezer.

"This is my ice cream, mister," you laugh and he just grins, setting the carton out on the counter.

"But you love me."

"I do," you return quietly.

The two of you settle onto the couch--the TV on and Netflix already playing an episode of Criminal Minds. Your spoon clinks against the bowl as you get the last of your scope onto the utensil. The silence between the two of you is comforting. You can listen to the team theorize about the unsub's comfort zone and no words have to be spoken between the two of you.

You slide up closer, throwing your legs across Calum's lap and rest your head on his shoulder. He turns to watch you-- as you settle in and grins mostly to himself around the first bite of his second scope. It is normal between the two of you in the most boring way, but it makes his chest warm at the thought of how easy it is now between the two of you.

Once he's finished, he sets the bowls onto the table and then wraps his arms around you. You stay like that for one episode and as it concludes, you drift your gaze upwards. The stubble of Calum's chin lets you know it's been a couple weeks since he last shaved. He did shave for the photoshoots of the COMPLETE MESS single art and the music video. But clearly nothing sense.

Without enough thought to stop you, you stroke his cheek and he roots into the touch a little. His eyes close, lashes meeting at the top of his cheek, and it's almost like watching something in slow motion as he blinks his eyes back open. He twists so his lips press into your palm and then his attention turns back to the TV and you stay focused on him.

"Your too handsome for your own good," you whisper.

A bashful smiles lifts his lips, but he says nothing for a beat, and then two passes. "Sounds like a good thing to me if it means I get you."

You scoff. "Forever a gentleman. You don't have to try so hard anymore."

He laughs and then tightens the hand that's been grazing your thighs mindlessly for the last hour. "Watch it."

"Can I have a kiss?" you ask.

"Hmm, I don't know not with an attitude like that." But after a moment, his attention turns fully to you. He flicks his gaze from your eyes to your lips and then back up. "But you're too damn irresistible," he whispers closing the gap between you too.

The kiss starts sweet and you two even pull away at the same time. Then you drop your head into the cushion gaze settling back onto the TV screen. Calum really can't resist--the way your neck is just begging to be kissed and the way he's missed holding you this close. So he stretches over, and you shift lower onto the couch in response, resting now into the arm of the couch.

"May I?" he whispers, breath tickling the neck of your skin.

Your eyes are fluttering close as you speak, "Yes, please." Because you'll be damned if you don't also miss being this close to Calum. Sharing the bed at night isn't the same as this--not when you're both showered and scrolling on your phones or reading your books. It's not the same when you curl up next to him because he makes you feel safe.

His tongue traces your thumping veins and you wind your fingers into his hair, palm flat and then tug every so slightly as your curl your fingers into the strands. He grunts into your skin and you smile at the sound. He kisses up your neck and over your jaw. For a moment, his lips hover over yours. You exhale and inhale in a similar pattern to each other and even though you feel like you're hanging suspended in time you can see the second that Calum knows he wants more. You see the thought creep up, formulate in his brain and you meet him halfway to close the centimeters of gap between your lips.

Calum traces the lines of your thighs up, over your hip and under your shirt. You dig your nails into the firm muscle of his shoulder over the shirts and as the sighs and pants and moans echo around you two--the only thing the pair of you care about is each other.

Calum ruts his clothed hips into yours when you kiss over his jaw and take a nip at his ear. "Right for the weak spot," he chuckles as you kiss over his neck. And he knows you know it's his weak spot. He doesn't care that you go straight for it everytime because it's you causing the tingle that runs down his spine.

"Let me make love to you?"

And you never have to pose it like a sweet question. But fuck, does Calum love it when you do. That you care enough about him to make sure it's always a choice.

"Please," he returns, the word falling apart as he shivers at the scratch of your nails over his stomach. His shirt goes and then he peels you out of yours.

It doesn't matter that between the time it takes you two to get disrobed that Netflix has moved onward by another episode. Your sole focus is Calum and he watches you climb up onto his lap he thinks the galaxy should never revolve if you're not in it.

And you take it like you're made for him. And you are--in every imaginable way he can imagine, you are made for him. He kisses down the front of your neck as you rock up and down his length. You smile softly at him, using his thighs to keep steady and the expanse of your entire physical universe is right in his hands. He runs a hand over your stomach, watching the way it flexes when he presses in just a little.

And then he continues on wanting to memorize the entire makeup of your being and instead of his fingerprints he wants a tiny piece of your cosmos on his skin. He makes sure you tuck the DNA of your right hip into the grooves of his left index finger.

He trails up, teases your left nipple and then cups your chin. His thumb brushes over your gaped lips and the skin of your cheek is smooth too as his caresses that skin.

You feel electrified under his touch--as if Calum's the socket and you are the plug. You need whatever current he has to come alive. You enjoy it, watching him so entranced by you. You close the gap between the two of you, pressing your forehead into his. Though you haven't halted your movements over his length, you've changed the rhythm. "What is it that you see?" you ask between pants.

"I see my entire world in you," he hums and his eyes flutter close. The new angle, the new cadence of your hips is driving him wide. "Fuck, I need you--so much. You're making me feel so fucking good. Keep--oh shit--please keep going love. For me, please?"

"Oh, begging is to flattery as I am to the only one that makes you feel like this. Beg for it--for me, please?"

And the words can't fall from his lips fast enough--he can't tell you how good you're making him feel and how much the stars behind his eyelids are only brighter because it's your touch and your kiss. He can't tell you just how much his whole body is warmed--consumed by the heat of your touch. He can't tell you fast enough just how much not even his dreams get him this worked up, even if you're in it, because it's not really you; it's not really your touch.

You grin, kissing him to silence whatever praise is going to fall from his mouth next and swallow it down your own throat instead. "Thank you," you exhale when you finally pull away.

And Calum wants to say--no, thank you--but the only thing that falls from his throat is the groan. He knows he's going to cum soon and he holds tighter to your waist. His eyes flutter close and somehow the the lights of the living room are still bright too and he knows--it's all going to happen.

You watch the way his jaw goes slack and the way the sounds of what should be words never form around the letters and he's just grunting at the pace you've set. You grin, the surge of pride watching him wanting to plead more for your magic and yet not being able to have the literal strength to utter them in coherent ways.

You are pressing every button for Calum. You are every true north direction on a compass and Calum swears he's never going to get a higher high.

You can feel the start, the way he quakes beneath you and then like the shutter of a camera went off, Calum's cuming beneath you and you're not too far behind. He never lets you be. Calum manages to drive into you, watches the way your face falls slack too because of your own work and now his and you're panting--the chant of how close you are, of how much you loved seeing him unravel like that at your touch, how you feel the high even before it snaps.

Calum loves it--the way you grin after you've orgasmed and you're not fully back to earth with him. He loves coaxing you back down and he loves kissing you as you both giggle just a little.

Foreheads pressed together, you two smile at each other. "Hell of a way to make up for last week," he laughs.

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Father’s Day - cth

summary: calum celebrates another father’s day with his crazy family.

author’s notes: hello! welcome back to the doves! it’s been so much fun to be able to write them again, i missed them so much. 

warnings: the doves are too cute for their own good. 

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“Happy papa day!” Eloise squealed as she ran over to Calum, “I can’t believe you’re so old now, papa!”

“It’s not his birthday, Elly,” Charlie frowned, walking in after his four-year-old sister, “It’s just a day where we celebrate him!”

“Oh,” Eloise mumbled, looking up at her dad confused, “So you don’t have two birthdays?”

Calum chuckled, shaking his head and crouching down to pull his excited four-year-old into his arms. Eloise always loved special days like Mother’s Day, Valentine’s day, and as of recent, Father’s day. Ever since Dovey had mentioned what he’d wanted to do that day in front of the kids, Eloise hasn’t stopped asking about Calum’s special day and what he wanted to do. Every day at breakfast she’d ask Calum how many days were left until it was time to celebrate and every night when Calum was tucking her in she’d tell him about how excited she was for him. Calum, who would love every day trying to make sure his daughter always was as happy and excited for life as she’d been that day, couldn’t have asked for a better present than a whole day with his family.

“No, El,” Calum chuckled and shook his head, standing up and bouncing Eloise on his hip, “But it does mean that I get to chose what we do today!”

“What did you decide on, bub?” Dovey asked and smiled as she handed Charlie his water bottle, “Or is it a surprise like last year?” she smirked.

Calum had always gotten to pick what the family did on Father’s Day. His first holiday as a dad was spent pushing a seven-month-old in a stroller around the beach, not the brightest idea, but the sun was warm and baby Charlie had been giggly. The year before had been spent across the ocean and far from home, the Hood family hiding away in the privacy of a rental home in Sydney. Every year, Calum got to pick what he wanted to do with his family and this year had been no different. All he wanted to do was see the smile on his kids’ faces and the look of adoration on his wife’s face. The only reason he’d told Dovey his idea this time around was because they would need to pack for the kids and make sure they both had time off of work to do so.

“I was thinking we could go to the lake?” Calum grinned, looking as the two kids gasped and cheered.

They’d been to the lake plenty of times, enjoying the summer breeze and sun while the water outside the usual place they rented shone. It was the place where Calum had caught his first fish with Charlie, both of them too squeamish to do much about it besides throw it back into the water. He’d taken Dovey and Duke there years before their two kids had arrived, the snowy mountaintops hiding them away from the peering eyes of the world. And they’d even gone to the lake for Eloise’s second birthday, the giggling toddler splashing the day away by the shore as their friends and family enjoyed a barbecue in the April sunshine. Calum couldn’t think of a better place to spend a few days away, and maybe Father’s day was the perfect excuse to ditch town and hide away in their special cabin.

Dovey, who was the most amazing wife and Calum still wondered how he’d gotten so lucky, had already packed and stored their weekend bags away in the car. Her dramatic gasp and giggled that joined the children made Calum’s heart race and even if this day was all about him, he had her to thank for it. Without Dovey, he would’ve never become a father and would’ve never had two kids currently attached to his hip as he packed some snacks for their ride up to the lake. She’d changed his life the second she’d told him she was pregnant and ever since that moment, Calum Hood had never been happier to be alive. He was a father and that’s all that ever really mattered, sure he still loved the band and going out to create music, but being able to come home and see his kids was so much better. He was there for the food days where they’d both talks his ear off about school or something exciting they did with their mom and he was there for the bad days when stuffy noses and clogged ears meant he’d have one of them on his chest snoring the day away. He was a father and nothing would ever top that for him.

“Papa?” Charlie asked as he looked out at the passing scenery, “Is Duke my older brother?”

“What makes you say that, bud?” Calum asked with a chuckle, his eyes moving up to the rearview mirror to look at his son.

“Well mama always calls him your baby and he was here before me and Elly,” Charlie shrugged, patting the old dog’s head who was happily snoring away on his lap, “I think it’d be cool if he was my brother.”

“Well, then I guess he is, in a way, your brother.”

“Papa?”

“Yes, Eloise?”

“Is he my brother too?”

The questions continued for much of the journey up to the lake, each kid taking a turn to ask Calum a question and giggle at his response. That was one part of parenthood that Calum hadn’t realized would be his favorite. He rarely used to love answering questions, years of interviews with the same five questions being thrown at them making him numb, but his kids could ask him the same question all day long and he’d happily answer it to hear their giggles or the hum they gave as they thought it over. But as the sunshine high in the sky and the fresh air floated in through the open sunroof, the two kids quieted down until all they let out were quiet snores.

It wasn’t until the car pulled into the driveway of the familiar cabin that Calum had finally felt at ease. The past couple of months had been hectic and Calum was glad to finally let loose and not have to worry about anything but spending time with his family. He carried the two sleeping kids into the living room, laying them both down before helping Dovey with the bags from the car. The two of them unpacked and made a quick lunch for everyone while the kids napped and it wasn’t until the morning sun was high in the sky that they heard the snores fade and be replaced by giggles.

“Papa, can we color your hair?” Eloise asked excitedly, the toothy grin she gave Calum a weakness she knew and used often.

“What color are we thinking this time around, sweets?” Calum asked and chuckled as he helped the little one change into her favorite orange swimsuit, “Maybe pink again?”

“No! Charlie and I want green!”

“And yellow, papa!” Charlie nodded, his legs swinging off the side of the bed as Dovey slathered him with sunscreen, “And red like Uncle Ash!”

“Maybe once we get back home we can do that, yeah?” Calum chuckled and nodded, “It’ll look so cool!”

The rest of the day was spent with one another, with a lot of laughs and giggles from everyone. It was spent lounging by the lake and taking in the sun, making piles of sand into a tiny city while Eloise and Charlie fought over where the dog store would be. It was having a barbecue on the porch and drinking sweet lemonade while Calum told the kids the latest story in Luke’s new puppy adventures. If Calum could’ve imagined the perfect Father’s day, it would’ve been that day. All he needed was his wife, his two kids, Duke who’d been snoring inside all day, and the beautiful view of the lake from outside the living room. He’d been lounging on the couch, listening to Dovey retell the story of how she and Calum had met all those years ago to the two kids who’d hung on her every word.

“But now your papa and I have to clean up that bathroom that you all made a mess in,” Dovey teased, her eyes meeting Calum’s who only smirked, “Why don’t you two watch a movie with Duke, yeah?”

“Happy Father’s Day, Dove.” Dovey whispered and smiled, her lips pressing up against Calum’s as her arms pulled him in between her spread legs, “You’re an amazing daddy,” she teased.

“Yeah?” Calum chuckled and kissed her shoulder, her skin warm against his wandering lips, “Glad you think so, baby girl.”

“Mhm, of course, I do,” Dovey breathed out, her head tilting back as Calum’s lips traveled from her shoulder to her neck, “Maybe we should make you a father again.”

Calum chuckled softly and pulled Dovey’s hips closer to his, both of them groaning at the feeling of the other against them, “We both know that’s not happening anytime soon lovebug.”

“Ugh, yeah no, the thought of pushing another child out of me has me wanting to push you out of this bathroom,” Dovey teased and giggled as she squeezed Calum’s hips with her thighs.

“And on my special day?” Calum teased, smirking as his hands found their way up to the soft flesh on Dovey’s chest, giving them both a soft squeeze.

“Cal-“ Dovey whimpered out, groaning as she heard the inevitable sound of Eloise opening doors to look for them both, “She’s your kid,” she huffed and shook her head.

“Fuck, you stay right there and don’t move. I’ll be back soon.”

Soon, Dovey learned was pretty much never. 

As she walked out of the bathroom, with the pit in her stomach still burning and her thighs squeezing together to find relief, she hasn’t expected to find Calum and their two kids snoring on the couch. The sun and the dip in the cool lake had tired them out and Dovey couldn’t help but snap a picture of her family. They were crazy and sometimes things got chaotic, tears were shed and giggles were echoed throughout a home they’d built. It was chaos and love and everything Dovey could ever ask for. She pulled a blanket over the three snoring bodies, each one mimicking the other’s squishy cheeks and drooling mouth before pressing a kiss to Calum’s forehead.

“Happy Father’s day, Thomas.”

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monster among men // calum (SMUT)

boxer!calum

Pairing:  Calum + Y/N

Words: 4.6k

Rating:  X. For, you know, sex.

Description:  Calum is your long time boyfriend but he’s also a boxer. When his trainer says the two of you can’t have sex before the big match, you find that much easier said than done.

Warning: Oral sex, mentions of violence (for sport).

Author’s Note: I wrote this in one go and haven’t edited it!! Please forgive the typos. Stay tuned for a part two!

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Calum threw one last punch at the now well-abused punching bag, watching it swing slowly back and forth—toward him, then away, then toward him again—and wiped the sweat off his forehead. The air in the gym was thick with sweat and dirt as men all around him trained against sparring partners, trainers, or a giant bag of sand, like him.

His trainer, Sal, came up behind him and squirted some gatorade in his mouth before helping him remove his gloves. “That was great, Cal. Your form is better than 97% of the guys in here.”

Calum smirked. “My form is better than 100% of the guys in here and you know it, Sal.”

Sal smiled at Calum but refused to boost his ego. “Well your form isn’t gonna win you a belt, Cal. Not on its own. I need you to keep up your power all the way to the last punch.” Sal was talking excitedly with his hands now, throwing fake punches at the air as though it were 1987 and he was back in the ring.

“Don’t worry about my power, Sal. Just get me in the ring and I’ll take it from there.” Calum wiped the towel Sal handed him against the back of his neck and then over the planes of his chest where little beads of sweat had gathered.

“Alright, big shot.” Sal gestured his head toward the ring and Calum climbed in, letting Sal strap the gloves back on once he was inside.

Sal slid on a pair of punching mitts and held them in front of Calum’s face. “Focus on me, Cal. Right here.”

Calum started throwing punches and Sal met them every time. Every time Calum dropped his guard, Sal would take advantage and hit Calum in the face with a mitt until Calum’s cheek was red and starting to swell.

They went on like that for the better part of an hour, before Sal finally let Calum take a break at the edge of the ring.

“It’s that girl, Calum. She’s inside your head. It’s all well and good to get laid when you don’t have a belt on the line. But if you’re spending all your time thinking about what little date you’re gonna go on and picking up a nice bouquet of pansies or some shit, you’re head ain’t gonna be where it needs to be.”

Calum knew that Sal was trying to rip him up and make fun of him by playing on age-old stereotypes, but Calum could’t even hear him.

As soon as Sal mentioned flowers Cal could smell your perfume. He could feel your skin under his fingertips, the soft give of your hips as he squeezed them. It was as though you were standing right in front of him, his mouth pressing soft kisses to the nape of your neck as you worked in the kitchen. He was pulling your back to be flush with his chest, the shape of your ass pushing deliciously into his —

“You’re not even listening to me, are ya?” Sal’s voice cut into Calum’s reverie and suddenly he was whipped back into the gym.

“I get it, no girls before the match. I hear you, Sal.” If the guys wanted to believe that Calum was a womanizer who was bedding a different woman every night, he would let them. But he wouldn’t jeopardize this match for anything.

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Calum was really, truly planning on staying strong until his match. But then he got home and you were standing there wearing one of his cotton t-shirts, barefoot and swaying your hips in time to the music playing through the stereo. Everything smelled amazing, the food you had simmering on the stovetop, the candle lit on the coffee table, the summer breeze drifting in through the open windows.

He slipped off his shoes and padded into the kitchen while you faced away from him. He knew you didn’t hear him come in over the sound from the stereo, so he had the advantage as he walked up behind you and gave you a playful slap on the ass.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, dropping the spoon into the sauce you had been stirring and letting out a yelp. “Calum Thomas!” you explained, licking the sauce off your thumb where it had splashed when you dropped the spoon.

“Hmmm,” Calum let out a low hum as he nuzzled his face into your neck, just as he had imagined earlier. He let out a soft sigh, the sound of a man who was exactly where he wanted to be after a long day. “Hey, let me have a taste, too,” he murmured, turning your chin between his fingers and kissing you deeply.

You twisted yourself in his arms so that your back was to the stove and your chest pressed against his. You loved when he came home like this; worked up from a day of hard exercise, hair still wet from his shower at the gym, the muscles in his arm thick and corded under his t-shirt where you traced your fingers.

His mouth wandered down your neck, his open mouth warm against your pulse points. You were breathing heavier now and he knew it, pressing his palm against the small of your back and drawing you impossibly closer to him.

“So, um,” you tried to string a sentence together as the feeling of his lips on your skin scrambled your thoughts. “How was work?”

Your little joke passed over him without laughter, his focus unyielding. He was always so focused on whatever task was at hand that he often couldn’t see or hear the world around him. Times like this, that trait came in handy.

You laced your fingers through his wet hair and scratched softly at the back of his head, bringing his focus briefly back to reality. Calum raised his face to yours again and smirked against your lips. “Work was great, sweetie. And how was your day?”

Calum loved playing pretend like that. Pretend like you two were a normal couple; that he had a normal 9-5 job pushing papers behind a desk in a suit and tie and you drove a mini-van or some shit. A joke that made it seem in moments like this that he wasn’t in physical danger 95% of his day and you didn’t spend thousands of hours of your life scared that one wrong punch would be the end of him.

But you couldn’t think about that now, not when he was hooking his hands around the backs of your thighs and hoisting you over onto a clear spot of the counter. Not when he was standing between your open knees and pulling you closer to his chest again, his arms circling your back and his mouth hot and needy against yours.

His kisses were urgent and all-consuming, pulling the breath of you and energizing you all at the same time. You didn’t realize he had pulled your hair out of it’s ponytail until you felt it cascade down your back. He pressed a kiss behind your ear and bit it lightly, causing you to laugh at the aggression.

“What’s gotten into you, Hood?” you asked breathlessly, teasing him for his ability to go zero to ninety in 3.5 seconds. Something in the tightness of his back and the set of his jaw told you something was up, though. “At least let me turn off the sauce so it doesn’t burn.”

Now he was laughing at you, his chest rumbling against yours. “I’m doing some of my best work here, babe, and you’re thinking about the sauce?”

“I just don’t want it to burn! I’ve been building these flavors for an hour, Cal.”

He didn’t stop laughing, but humored you by reaching over and switching off the burners. “Happy now?”

“I’ll be happier when you tell me what’s going on,” you said softly as you rubbed circles against his shoulders in an attempt to loosen the muscles there.

He dropped his forehead against yours and pressed a light kiss to your lips. He knew he would have to bring it up sooner or later, but he didn’t think he would have to say it so soon. “I, um, well.” He rubbed his hand against the back of his neck as he searched for the words. “Basically, Sal thinks that we shouldn’t, um.”

You dipped your head, searching for his eyes. Trying to follow along with his train of thoughts going nowhere. “Sal thinks we shouldn’t what, Cal?”

“Sal thinks we shouldn’t be, um, romantic before the championship match.” Cal almost looked like he was blushing. For someone that was so confident and uninhibited while you were actually being romantic, he often had a hard time talking about it when you weren’t.

Your face was deadpan as you looked at him. “Sal says we can’t fuck before the match,” you paraphrased in an unenthusiastic voice.

Now he was definitely blushing, the color rising in his cheeks and spreading to his ears. “Um, well, yeah.”

“The match that’s in three weeks.”

“Uh huh.”

“Your trainer, a man who hasn’t had a wild night of passion in over a century, says that you and I cannot fuck for 21 days.”

“Yeah.”

“And that will do…what exactly? It will help your form?”

“No, my form is great, actually. It’s my power on the last punch that needs work,” Calum replied, genuinely not realizing that you were being sarcastic.

“Then why the fuck did you come in here and start kissing me like that, jackass?” You swatted at his shoulder and dropped your head to his shoulder, huffing at the injustice of it all.

Calum laughed at your frustration, rubbing calming circles into the small of your back again but you pushed against his shoulders.

“You really can’t touch me if you don’t want me to jump you right now, Calum.”

The look in your eyes made him see you weren’t really joking. Calum felt a sudden rush of conflicting emotions; half feeling guilty that he had done this to you, and half feeling proud that he had a girl who wanted him as badly as he wanted her all the goddamn time.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, love, I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe I wanted a little something to tide me over.” He was smirking now, leaning in to give you another kiss but you turned your head to the side in defiance.

He tossed his head back in defeat, taking a step back and throwing his hands up to signal that he wouldn’t pressure you.

But that’s not what you wanted, either. It was very confusing, really. He had worked you up and then left you high and dry, so you were just as much want and need and greed as you were angry and annoyed.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back against you, shifting forward on the counter. “If you want to tide me over, I’m gonna need a little more than that,” you said against his lips, sliding your hand down the front of his shorts and palming him over his underwear.

Calum groaned and bucked involuntarily against your hand before grabbing your wrist. “Baaabe, we can’t,” his voice almost a whine.

You slipped your hand back out of his shirt obediently and placed it back on his shoulders. “Fine,” you conceded. “I guess I’ll just have to go take care of myself. You can finish up dinner, right?”

Giving his shoulders a light push, Calum stepped back, surprised. You slid off the counter and began walking out of the kitchen toward your bedroom before feeling his hand grab your wrist. “C’mon, baby, don’t be like that.”

He pulled your wrist to turn you around, holding your hand to his cheek and pressing his mouth where it met your wrist. He held it there for what felt like forever, the worlds slowing down and your heart speeding up as you concentrated on the feeling of his lips against your palm. He was looking at you from under his criminally long lashes, all dark lines and tan skin with a single wet curl hanging over his forehead.

“We can do this, together, I’m sure,” he murmured into your skin. “Now can we please eat this beautiful dinner you’ve worked so hard on?”

Breathing in through your nose and blowing out through your mouth, you focused on both calming down and cooling down. You really wished this place came with a goddamn air conditioner.

“Fine. You make the salad.”

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A week went by like that. The tension growing thicker each day. Waking up next to Calum and feeling the shape of his body against your back, your front, your legs twisted between each other’s or splayed like snow angels. No matter the position, you woke up hot, every inch of your scorching where it touched his.

It really shouldn’t be this hard. You had been celibate voluntarily or involuntarily, for months at a time not that long ago. You were an adult who could survive a simple 21-day stretch without sex.

But that was all before you met Calum. Before you had been with Calum; known the way his body could make yours feel. Before you knew the way he could play your body like a fine-tuned instrument, his every touch lighting a fire inside of you that threatened to melt you from the inside out.

And it was in moments like this, when the early morning sun was streaming in through the curtains and causing a cold yellow light to dance over his golden skin that you felt so acutely what he could do to you. You lay awake just staring at him. At his long, black eyelashes curling so beautifully over his closed eyes. His messy morning hair curling haphazardly over his forehead. His strong jaw line creating a line that led down his neck to the shape of his collarbone where it stood out over the swell of his bare chest.

His breathing was slow, the rise and fall almost lulling you back to sleep. But then he spoke. “You’re being creepy,” he murmurs without opening his eyes.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” you replied innocently, swiping his hair off his forehead and running your finger down his cheek to his jaw.

“Staring at me looking all sexy and asleep isn’t going to help your predicament, see cheeks,” he joked as he slowly came into consciousness.

“How do you do that without opening your eyes?”

He turned his face to press his mouth to the pulse in your wrist, one eye peeking open to stare at you in the morning light. “I’ll tell you one day.”

You curled into his side, setting your chin into his shoulder to stare at him up close. “I think I’ve been rather good, actually. I haven’t pressured you even once, even when I really wanted to jump your bones.”

He laughed, curling to face you on his arm, your bodies forming two parentheses barely overlapping each other under the mustard yellow sheets. “You’ve wanted to jump my bones, hmm?” He ran his hand down your back to your underwear, teasing the skin just under the hem of his cotton t-shirt that you had worn to bed.

“Of course,” you said, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. “When you come home all sweaty from the gym in those short ‘80s shorts. How could I resist?” Your voice was joking but you really weren’t. Those were the times you really felt like no championship would be worth dying a slow, horny death.

“Well you’ve been very patient.” Calum pressed a kiss to your forehead. “How long has it been, anyway?”

“Eight days,” you replied too quickly.

Calum noticed your eagerness and laughed. “Eight days. Hm. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

Your heart skipped a beat but you didn’t let yourself get your hopes up. Not after yesterday, when he had texted you I have a surprise for you when you get home ;) and you arrived home prepared to see a naked Calum covered in whipped cream or something….only to find him with an extra-large pizza from your favorite restaurant. Granted, that had been a pretty good surprise. But it didn’t change the fact that you only thought of him a tease with no action to back up his big talk.

“Oh I’m certain I deserve a reward,” you replied, giving him a playful slap on the ass.

“Whatever shall we do about that?” he whispered into your ear. Goosebumps rose everywhere his breath ghosted over you.

Calum rolled you onto your back, throwing his leg over your waist to rest his full chest against yours. Maybe you could get excited, after all.

He pressed small kisses against your neck, nipping at your skin to make you gasp. When you moved your hands to twist them through his hair he grabbed them and pressed them to the pillows above your head, twining your fingers together and making your breath come out unsteadily.

He kissed you deeply, the air leaving your lungs. Suddenly your entire body was nothing but a pile of unmitigated need, a live wire that sparked everywhere his mouth touched. And his mouth on yours made you feel like he was breathing your life into your lungs and pulling it back out all at the same time.

It was an effect no man had ever had on you before. The ability to turn you inside out like this. Was it because you were in love with him? So completely in love with him that it made the want and the need and lust and sex and love all mix up with each other in your mind until they were a single force driving you toward peak after peak.

And he had barely even gotten started. He had you pinned between his strong arms, the muscles in his bicep flexing as he held himself over you. He ground his pelvis into yours, your back arching to meet each delicious thrust. God, he hadn’t even really touched you yet.

Calum held himself above you to watch the effect his actions had on you. The way your eyebrows furrowed together as he rubbed against you. The way you shivered when he traced one finger up your arm and over the swell of your chest to cup your breast over your shirt.

“I feel like I’m in high school,” you murmured. “Dry humping my boyfriend while his mom watches TV in the living room.”

“My mom is here?” Calum looked over his shoulder as though he would find her standing right behind him.

You laughed and used his distraction to push him onto his back. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right.” You peeled his t-shirt off of you and threw it on the floor, immediately forgotten.

Calum drank you in above him, pupils blown out with lust, watching you closely to see what you would try to do next. His body looked relaxed but you knew that in reality he was like a predatory cat preparing to strike. That his lazy exterior could spring into action before you could realize what had happened.

Not wanting him to steal your pleasure from you, you acted before he could. First you slid your fingers down your panties and gathered some of the wetness that had grown there before rubbing your fingertips slowly over your clit. Your mouth pouted open into a gasp, reveling in the sensation, grinding harder as you chased that pleasure.

You slapped your other hand to his chest, your fingertips digging crescent moons into his bronze skin as you rolled your hips over your hand, and by extension, his growing erection.

Calum sat up suddenly. His face was still relaxed, but the speed with which he moved gave away how much your action had affected him. He pressed his chest flush with yours and kissed you hotly.

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he pulled your hand out from your panties and pressed your fingers into his mouth. His tongue laved slowly over your fingertips, drawing a long moan from you, the air between the two of you growing thick and electric.

“God, you’re killing me, Cal,” you moaned. He ran his fingers down to your hips again, digging into the flesh and rolling you against him. Back and forth, back and forth, rolling you quickly toward an orgasm thanks largely to how long it had been since your last one.

“Do you,” Cal pressed a kiss to the base of your throat, “do you touch yourself when I’m away?” Calum’s voice sounded genuinely quizzical, as though he were discussing the weather or asking you for directions.

“I, um.” Your brain was short circuiting as he pressed you harder and faster against him, your wet panties rubbing against your clit like a tongue. He pressed another kiss to your bare chest, nipping you just under your collarbone before taking a nipple into his mouth.

“Well? Do you?” He repeated, his hot breath causing you to shiver where it met your pebbled nipple.

“No. Um.” The screws were coming loose in your brain. Everything you wanted to do with him, do to him, were flashing over the inside of your eyelids as he drew you to your peak. “Not since, um, not since you said we couldn’t, oh god.”

Calum pulled away and you whined at the loss. He was looking at you intently, as though trying to judge if you were being serious. “You mean that?” He slid his hand down the back of your panties and slid one finger inside you easily. You gasped at how unexpected it was and moaned as he used that hand to pull you back and forth into the grinding motion he had you in before. “You really haven’t had an orgasm for over a week?”

“Yeah, I mean it,” your voice was increasing in pitch and your eyes were shut tight. “Fuck, Calum, don’t stop.”

But Calum did stop. At least, he stopped long enough to throw you onto your back and slide comfortably to rest his head just above your mound. “You’ve been an even better girl than I thought,” Calum praised, his voice still gravelly this early in the morning. “Now let’s see about that reward.”

Calum pulled your underwear off quickly and pressed his tongue flat against you, licking a thick stripe from your opening to your clit. You keened loudly, your back arching when he finally gave you what you needed.

He didn’t intend to tease you. He really did want to reward you for your patience. But it was just so much fun to watch you writhe and moan under him as he teased one finger around your opening and licked figure eights just below your clit.

You were panting as the air of the room pressed heavily against your skin. If fucking Calum was a religious experience, having him eat you out was like leaving earth and going straight to heaven.

“Fuck, Calum. I can’t.” You had been so close to your climax before you felt your mouth on you that your brain was disconnecting.

Finally, he took mercy on you. Diving in to eat you like his last meal. He slid one finger into you, just up to the second knuckle, pressing up against your front wall as he flicked his tongue against your clit.

You bucked up into his face and he didn’t even bother holding you down, just tucked one arm under your thigh to steady himself before shoving two fingers into you up to their base.

He pumped his fingers into you steadily, pressing his tongue flat against you. He alternated his pace, pumping faster when he slowed his tongue and flicking his tongue quickly when he slowed his pumps.

“Oh my god, Calum. Fuck, I—,” you blubbered as your soul left your body. You curled your legs over his shoulders, your thighs shaking as you sprinted towards the high you were both chasing. All the want you had built up for a week had created an ache stronger than you even realized, and the beginning of your orgasm was like stretching an atrophied muscle. “Goddamn it that feels so fucking good.”

When he knew you were going to fall over the edge, Calum slowed his tongue and hooked his fingers to press firmly against your g-spot. He tapped them rapidly against that spot as he sucked your clit into his mouth.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you reached your peak. You clamped your knees against his ears, locking him in place as you finally fell over the edge. Your entire body shook as the orgasm rolled from where his fingers still tapped inside you out to your fingers and down to your toes.

Even as you reached your peak he didn’t stop, pumping his fingers and scissoring them to rub against every wall, running his tongue over you until there wasn’t a nerve left below your waist that he hadn’t annihilated.

It was like his fingers were fucking the air right out of your lungs. Connecting the two of you and unraveling you all at the same time.

“C’mon, baby. I know you’ve got another in you.”

And he was right, really. Except it wasn’t exactly a second orgasm as it was a second wave of the first that had never stopped. He stayed like that for a long time, never letting you come down, pulling one after another from you until you had to shove his face away.

He kissed his way back up your body, holding his hand still against your mound as you came down, its warmth soothing as your body shook.

Finally he pressed his mouth against yours and you could taste yourself. You didn’t have the energy to kiss him back. Your lips just hung open as your breath came out in small pants. He rolled over onto his side and pulled the sheet over both of you.

“You are really fucking good at that,” you said finally, flinging the back of your hand against his chest.

Calum nuzzled his nose against your ear, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Only the best for my girl,” he laughed, taking the compliment in stride.

You glanced down at the tent in the sheet where it lay over his waist. “Just, uh, just give me a minute. I’ll get right on that.” You gestured lazily toward his obvious erection.

“No, no. Today was about you.” Calum rolled you so that he was spooning you and ran his hand over the back of yours, twisting your fingers together. “I still need to wait until after the match.”

He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck and breathed slowly through his nose to try and bring his own body temperature down. Your thoughts were becoming coherent again.

You turned your head to look at him, really look at him. You kissed him deeply, trying to convey to him the feeling that had overwhelmed you. “I love you, Calum. So goddamn much.”

He smiled but he didn’t laugh. The light danced in his eyes where they crinkled at the corners. He kissed you again and brushed his nose against yours. “I love you, too. Now go back to sleep.”

[himbohood]

she’s thunderstorms - calum thomas hood (sneak peek) 

by @himbohood

okay so i’ve been working down the list of albums i want to write fics about and i recently started working on my second addition to the suck it and see album fics. this one is based on the song she’s thunderstorms by arctic monkeys and i wanted to give you all a lil peek at it before i finish writing it. ( also this is totally an excuse for my new tag list forum.  click here for that.)

( about the song she’s thunderstorms: about a lover who completely and utterly consumes your life— but in all of the best ways. her utmost reckless grace amazes the singer in ways that makes him feel foolish. she never leaves his mind and he spends every waking moment making sure that she is praised like he feels she should be. the song speaks about how powerful their sex life is because of the mutual adoration for each other. lying on her front, up against the wall— in any position— she’s thunderstorms. comparing her orgasms, pleasure and overall being to the intensity of a thunderstorm. )

she seemed to embody the sheer definition of unpredictable. her rock hard exterior clashed almost comically with her soft interior. harley davidson motorcycle boots paired with tough denim jeans matched unbelievably well with the breathtaking grin that enveloped her lips. she walked confidently towards calum and the rest of the band, boots making a loud thud against the concrete lining the front of the bar. the tour was coming to a close and y/n had oh so kindly met up with the band at this hole-in-the-wall dive bar. granted it was only about twenty minutes from home and even if it wasn’t, she didn’t mind driving however long as long as it meant she got to see cal.

his eyes landed on her as soon as she stepped out of her car, all the interest he had for michael's story fizzled away. her bright, lipstick stained lips were crafted into a bright never-faltering smile. once cal got distracted, michael followed his line of sight and announced her arrival with a loud “hey!” and a hug. calum waited until she approached him, watching how she mingled and greeted his friends like they were family. then finally, she left the hold of the other three australian men and greeted calum with less words. her arms wrapped around his neck as he greedily held her close. 

“ hey baby, ”  she whispered from where her head buried in his shoulder. pulling from their hug she grinned up at him, puckering her lips for a kiss. he laughed and didn’t hesitate in giving her what she wanted. a needy, long awaited kiss was shared between the two lovers. they’d been together a little over two years and the first kiss right after he got off tour was always the best. calum never understood how he got so damn lucky with having her in his life. her reckless, beautiful and somewhat graceful nature seemed to always knock him off of his train of thought and with you as the conductor, he never really cared to gain the control back.

[liberty-barnes]

someone tagged me so let's go

first of all, thank you to the lovely @coffee-styles for tagging me in this, now enjoy

About me🦋

Birthdate ➪ November 20th (fun fact, I was born on november 20th 2002 which in european writing is 20/11/02 so you can read it backwards and still reach the correct date, i have the best birthday, i know) Pronouns ➪ she/her Ethnicity ➪ portuguese Gender identity ➪ cis female, as far as i know, but i wouldn't mind having a dick for practical purposes, it just sounds easier Sexual orientation ➪ bi and ready to die Personality ➪ bisexual disaster, sarcastic little shit, but also mom friend cause we just don't get enough love so i have to give it, but know that i mostly express affection through teasing and sarcastic comments... so basically a right mess Zodiac ➪ scorpio aka the best one Favourite colour ➪ louis blue, sage green, lavender, and pastel yellow Where I live ➪ switzerland (in the alcoholic, anti-bern, anti-france, anti-each other sometimes, kinda french-speaking part) now watch out for the nsfw part and hold on cause this is about to get wild

KINKS/WHAT CAN EASILY TURN ME ON✨

i have a thing for arms and people who can effortlessly hold me up | pretty people i can wreck | bratty sub and gentle dom, all depends on the days | deep voices | boys in skirt | girls in suits | pretty lingerie | got a bit of an exhibitionist streak in me too | more than one partner is definitely something i like

CELEBRITY CRUSHES🔥

okay this is about to get long cause i have platonic crushes aka people whose beauty i admire and want to be friends with but wouldn't see myself dating/sleeping with, and the ones for whom i would drop to my knees no problem

so platonic are:

Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Gwyneth Paltrow, RDJ, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Wood, Ariana Grande, Gemma Styles, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, Luke Hemmings, Anthony Mackie, Kit Young, Sadie Sink, Dylan O'Brian, Thomas Brodie-Sangster

and the others are:

Scarlett Johansson, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Ryan Reynolds, Blake Lively, Taylor Swift, Brie Larson, Melissa Benoist, Orlando Bloom, Kat McNamara, Matt Daddario, Zendaya, Katherine Hahn, Ashton Irwin, Crystal Leigh, Owen Patrick-Joyner, Freddy Carter, Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield

there are probably many others i just can't remember them at the moment

Health Problems✌🏼

anxiety, adhd, ptsd if my therapist is to be believed, social anxiety (cause apparently social anxiety and normal anxiety are different but oh well), recovering from depression so that's fun, abandonnement issues, iron deficiency that just won't leave, i've twisted my wrists and ankles more time that i can count, had a knee injury when i was younger so now i'm a human rain detector

FAVORITE SONGS😜

Defenceless - Louis Tomlinson | If I Could Fly - One Direction | Fine Line - Harry Styles | Flicker - Niall Horan | Dúlamán - MALINDA | no body, no crime - Taylor Swift | Truly, Madly, Deeply - One Direction | Lover of Mine - 5SOS | Sunshine - Ashton Irwin | Mum - Luke Hemmings | Polaroid - Liam Payne | I Don't Mind - Zayn (yes i know it's unreleased but i still love it) | Coimbra - Amália Rodrigues

there's a lot of others but i tried to (mostly) limit myself to one per artist and 13 total cause lucky number

Aesthetics🌆

constantly changing but you got the grunge vibes, oversized sweaters cause i want sweater paws, soft comfy clothes, comfort over style except when i wanna make an effort

Describing my perfect day🌻

alone at home, watching a movie or reading a book/fanfic, no responsibilities, no worries, hot chocolate, eat whatever i want without feeling naseous, not too hot but also not too cold, no sensory overload, no anxiety over what i have to do, blissful quiet

Pet Peeves🙄

not saying "please" and "thank you" (it's basic human decency, come on), not taking off your shoes when entering someone's house (but maybe that's just cause i grew up in switzerland), people trying to lie to me (you can't, stop trying), people trying to manipulate me (again, you can't, stop trying)

and as for the dared, anyone who wants to do it is welcome to!

hope you liked that

[mashtonasfuck]

there’s a ghost in the back of this room

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Calum Hood (and also a bonus side of muke that happened accidentally)

Prompt:

Person B is a ghost in Person A’s house and they would be really freaked out but Person B always leaves really good advice using the kitchen magnets, so Person A is not really bothered

Warnings: mention of a missing person who reader knows is dead/a ghost

Word Count: 3K

A note from Lucy: This is part of the halloween writers collab organised by @maluminspace​ and @h0tsos. The masterlist can be found here. See the end of the post for more notes. Hey look, I managed to write cashton fic without it turning into smut! Thanks to @loveroflrh and @kindahoping4forever for reading this over for me 💙

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“Ashton, why does your fridge say ‘stop being an idiot’?” Ashton glanced over to where Luke was staring at the fridge door in mild amusement. 

“Oh, that’s just Calum - ignore him. I usually do” Ashton rolled his eyes as a picture fell off the wall as he finished speaking, the thud causing Luke to spin around, eyes wide.

“What was that?” 

“I just brushed past the picture and knocked it off, that’s all.”

Luke narrowed his eyes at Ashton, the older man chuckling as he hung the picture back up. 

“Come on, let’s watch this damn movie you don’t shut up about.”

–

Why did you tell Luke to ignore me

The question was on Ashton’s fridge the next morning, the letters a mishmash of colours and cases. Ashton pinched the bridge of his nose as he read it - only he would get a self conscious ghost living in his house. 

“Calum, are you here?”

A cupboard door opened and a mug floated down onto the counter a few feet away from him - Ashton took that as a yes and shoved a pod into his coffee machine before grabbing the mug and pushing the button. 

“I was only messing with you, Cal. Besides, you’re my ghost, it has nothing to do with Luke.”

Ashton watched as the letters on the fridge rearranged themselves, sipping on his coffee and humming at the bitterness dancing on his tongue. 

Do you not want your friends to know about me

Ashton groaned internally, how could he explain this to his house ghost without offending him? 

“I think they’d be pretty freaked out if they knew I lived with a ghost. You saw Luke’s reaction to you knocking that picture off the wall. Besides, I like keeping you a secret, you’re mine.”

It’s pretty hard for me to be yours when you’ve never even seen me

Ashton had in fact seen Calum. Or at least a photo of Calum. 

– 

He hadn’t been in the house more than a month when he started to realise that things kept happening. A photo moved slightly, the couch not being quite as tidy as he’d left it. The day Ashton had realised he actually had a ghost, he’d come home to find a new photo of him and Luke floating in midair. 

“Um, hello?”

The photograph was dropped hastily, as though Ashton had scared the ghost he evidently had living in his house. After that, Ashton started talking to the ghost, even though he never got a reply aside from the odd knock on a table or a wall. It was while he was at a store grabbing something for dinner that he saw the fridge magnets. He grabbed all of the packets they had and drove home with a grin on his face.

“So, I bought you these today,” Ashton held out the magnets towards where he hoped his ghost was, “I thought maybe you could try talking back to me?”

Ashton felt a small whoosh of air as the ghost moved around the kitchen and he tore open the first packet, dumping the contents into a drawer he never used. Almost immediately the letters started floating from the drawer towards his fridge and Ashton watched as the ghost arranged the letters into a sentence.

Hello Ashton

“Hello, ghost. Oh - what’s your name? It feels weird calling you ‘ghost’.”

The letters arranged themselves once again.

My name is Calum

“Nice to finally know your name, Calum. How was your day?”

I’m a ghost Ashton

The brunette snorted as he watched the letters form another sentence.

Boring thank u for asking

Ashton laughed before spending the next few hours conversing with his ghost - with Calum - via fridge magnets. Calum had told him his full name after Ashton insisted upon knowing it.

“If you ever piss me off, I need to know what to call you.”

Calum Hood

It lingered there for a few seconds before ‘Hood’ was moved over.

Calum Thomas Hood

Ashton turned it over in his mind. Why did that name sound so familiar to him? He thought nothing more of it until he was at work a few days later.

STILL NO SIGN OF MISSING MAN 

Police are still searching for Calum Thomas Hood, 24, who disappeared from his home 6 months ago. They’re urging anyone who may know anything about his disappearance to come forward. 

Attached to the article had been a photo of the missing man, and Ashton knew it was his Calum. (He’d later cut the photograph out of the newspaper and taped it to the bottom of his desk drawer where no one would find it.) When he’d got home from work that day, Ashton had asked Calum how he’d died. 

Not sure don’t remember

Ashton had debated telling the police that he knew exactly where Calum Thomas Hood - or at least his soul - was. He’d told Calum this one evening and a single word had appeared on his fridge.

Crazy

– 

Calum was bored. 

Sure, being a ghost meant that he could walk through walls and move things with his mind, but being bound to one place had its drawbacks. There were only so many times you could move things around waiting to see how long it took Ashton to find them before you’d moved everything. 

(He’d even tried to swap all the furniture in Ashton’s bedroom with all the furniture in his living room, but Ashton had come home earlier than Calum had anticipated and made him put it all back to normal without any help. Moving things with your mind was tiring. 

“You’re a ghost, Cal, how can you get tired?”

Calum had used all of the ‘i’s and the ‘l’s to make a middle finger on Ashton’s fridge door.)

Calum thought that Ashton could sense how restless he was. Ashton seemed to find new reasons to work from home during the day so Calum wasn’t by himself. Not that they could really interact unless Ashton was in the kitchen. They’d tried using a pen and some paper once, but Calum’s ghostly abilities didn’t seem to extend to pens. He couldn’t seem to get the pressure right to actually leave ink on the paper. Ashton had laughed at him before being met with a cushion to the face. 

Calum missed being alive. He missed being able to go outside. He missed coffee. He missed being able to pet dogs.

Most of all, he was frustrated that he couldn’t remember how he’d even become a ghost. At night while Ashton was asleep, Calum tried to remember what had happened. (There wasn’t much else to do while your best friend was sleeping.) He’d get so far into the memory and then something would tug him back into the present moment. It was disconcerting. Calum could sense that he was close to finding out the truth, but something was stopping him. He’d tried to explain it to Ashton but ran out of letters and gave up. He’d debated asking the other man to buy more, but had resigned himself to the fact that it just wasn’t worth it. Ashton wasn’t going to be able to help him figure out what had happened - it was something he needed to figure out for himself.

– 

“Hey Cal, how do you feel about me throwing a Halloween party this year?”

Although Ashton couldn’t see him, he knew that Calum had raised an eyebrow at his question. 

It’s your house Ashton

“Well excuse me for wanting to make sure my resident ghost wasn’t inconvenienced.” Ashton smirked at his fridge as Calum spelt out a new message.

Appreciate it

Sure, have a party

Ashton cheered aloud and began reeling off his ideas to Calum, barely giving the ghost time to form a sentence. Calum shook his head fondly at the man standing opposite him - if Calum had been alive and met Ashton, he was sure that they’d have been best friends. When Ashton had finished speaking, Calum had one thing to say.

You already have a haunted house Ash

– 

The party had taken Ashton weeks of planning and he’d dragged Luke into the prep early on in the process. 

Calum liked having Luke around - he was fun to mess with. He’d taken to moving Luke’s glass from wherever he’d put it down and putting it on the other side of the room. Watching Luke’s bewilderment was a new favourite activity of Calum’s - Ashton had to keep taking the fall for his antics. 

As Halloween rolled around, Ashton’s house really did look haunted. Every room was shrouded in black and there were cobwebs all over the place. (Calum’s favourite thing was the skeleton hiding behind the downstairs closet door that jumped out whenever you walked past it.) According to Ashton, the outside looked just as scary as the inside, but Calum had to take his word for it. 

As people started arriving, Calum retreated into Ashton’s room. He didn’t usually go anywhere near the other man’s room, but Ashton had told him that it was okay if he needed to get away from all the people. Calum was worried about being walked through. Ashton had done it a few times by accident, and Calum had felt sick every time it had happened. That was something they were both eager to avoid, especially once Calum had explained to Ashton how it felt. 

A knock on Ashton’s bedroom door piqued Calum’s interest and Luke’s head appeared around the door frame.

“Ash, are you - oh. You’re not here.” Luke started to close the door but stopped suddenly, pushing it back open and slipping inside before closing it behind him. He glanced around a few times, gaze running over where Calum was sitting on the end of the bed. 

“This is going to sound crazy, but is there someone else in here?”

Calum cocked his head at Luke’s words; he knew that Ashton wasn’t particularly forthcoming with Luke about his existence. He shifted off the end of the bed, moving across the room to stand about a foot away from Luke. The blonde let out a breath as he felt the temperature in the room drop slightly.

“Calum, right?” Luke’s voice was quiet as he spoke, Calum smiling at the fact that Luke remembered his name. He picked up a pillow from Ashton’s bed in response, tossing it gently towards Luke. The other man caught it easily, eyes growing wide at the pillow that was suddenly in his arms.

“Holy shit, you are actually real.” 

Calum let out a laugh at Luke’s words, amazement etched into the blonde’s face. 

“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”

The blonde left the room, returning a few minutes later with an armful of stuff. He dropped it all on Ashton’s bed before turning around and facing the room. 

“So, um, I bought a small magnetic whiteboard and some of the letters from Ashton’s kitchen drawer and I was wondering if we could talk about something?”

Luke watched in shock as the letters began arranging themselves on the whiteboard.

Hi Luke

What’s up

Luke sucked in a breath before he started talking.

– 

Calum knew this was crazy. 

Luke was crazy.

Just because it was Halloween, it didn’t mean that Ashton would suddenly be able to see him. Calum had always thought the whole ‘veil being thinner on Halloween’ thing was bullshit. Luke was insistent that it wasn’t, telling him that if anyone would be able to see him it would be Ashton.

“He’s in love with you, I think.” 

The way Luke had said it had been so casual, but it sent Calum’s mind reeling. Ashton couldn’t possibly love him. He barely even knew him. Luke had dismissed Calum’s concerns before he’d even completed a sentence on the board. The more Calum thought about it, the more he was sure that he was the one in love with Ashton. He paused rearranging the letters for a moment as he stared at Luke. 

Think I love him too

Luke had lit up with a smile at Calum’s words before slipping out of the room to find Ashton. 

Calum was sure if he had any contents in his stomach, that they would be on their way out by now. He was so nervous. Luke was so sure that this would work, that Calum found himself believing the blonde man wholeheartedly. It felt like an eternity before Luke finally returned dragging Ashton behind him, along with another man that Calum had never seen before. 

“Calum, this is Michael. He’s my boyfriend and he’s also slightly psychic.”

Michael blushed a deep red at Luke’s words, scanning the room before he locked eyes with Calum. 

“Hello, Calum.” 

Calum waved gingerly at the green eyed man staring at him, Michael breaking out into a smile. He glanced at Luke and nodded slightly, the blonde smirking at Ashton. Ashton was standing behind Luke looking bewildered as he watched the exchange between his friends. 

“Can someone please explain to me what’s going on? Luke, how did you find out about Calum?” 

Luke glanced over his shoulder at the brunette man and rolled his eyes. 

“Please, I don’t know why you thought no one would find the picture you’d taped to your desk drawer. Coupled with the fact that you kept blaming ‘Calum’ for things. You weren’t exactly subtle, Ash. I put two and two together and did a google search.”

Ashton’s jaw dropped open as Luke spoke, Calum snickering at his reaction. Michael smiled widely at Calum and turned to face Ashton. 

“You already know what Calum looks like, right?”

Ashton nodded slowly, fearful of where this was going.

“As we all know, the veil is thinner on Halloween, therefore allowing spirits to pass between the realms. I’ve never tried to bring an actual ghost through the veil, but there’s a first time for everything, right?” Michael rolled his shoulders as he spoke, turning back to face Calum. “Provided this goes right, we should all be able to see you. I mean, I already can. But Luke and Ashton too. Worst case scenario is that only I can see you, and this doesn’t work. You only live once though, right?” 

Calum rolled his eyes at Michael’s words, bracing himself for whatever the man was about to do. 

“Oh, wait.” Michael glanced at Ashton before looking back towards Calum, “Say something to me, Calum. I need to know if I can hear you already or not.”

Calum raised an eyebrow at Michael.

“You’re such a know-it-all, Michael.” 

Michael broke out into laughter, Luke and Ashton looking at him in confusion.

“This is gonna be fun, nice to meet you Calum.” Michael smirked at him before cracking his knuckles, “You’re gonna fit right in with us all, I’m sure of that.”

“Michael, what exactly are you going to do?” Ashton’s voice was nervous, he didn’t like the fact that Michael could see Calum when he couldn’t.

“We, my dear friends, are going to summon Calum firmly into the realm of the living.”

– 

Calum felt the air around him grow fuzzy as he watched the three figures sat on the floor in front of him. 

“Now Ashton, I need you to imagine Calum standing right in front of you. Really imagine it. See him in your mind’s eye. You got it? Good.” Michael looked away from Ashton and back towards Calum. “Cal, whenever you’re ready, I need you to come and stand in front of Ashton. I’m 80% sure that this is going to work. It depends how well Ashton is visualising.”

The brunette huffed in Michael’s direction and Calum smirked. 

“Is he always like this when I’m not around?”

Michael grinned at Calum before nodding and gesturing to the spot on the floor in front of Ashton. 

“Whenever you’re ready, Calum.”

– 

Holy shit

“Cal?” Ashton’s voice was barely a whisper as he stared at the man suddenly standing before him.

“Hi, Ash.” Calum blushed under the other man’s gaze, casting a look towards Luke and Michael who were both sat on the floor smirking.

Ashton blinked a few times before slowly standing up and reaching towards Calum. The other man grabbed his arm as he stood, helping to pull him off the floor. 

“How - how are you corporeal right now?” Ashton looked over at Michael who simply shrugged in return.

“You must be really good at visualising. It was only supposed to make Calum visible and hearable. Whether or not he was corporeal was out of my control.” Michael pulled Luke to his feet as he stood up, taking the blonde’s hand, “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to go and make out with my boyfriend in Ashton’s spare room. Nice to meet you, Cal. I daresay we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other in the near future.” 

Michael dragged Luke from the room, the blonde waving absentmindedly at Ashton and Calum as they retreated, closing the door behind them. 

“It’s really you.” Ashton ran his hand up Calum’s arm. The other man was wearing the same clothes as in the photo Ashton had seen, Calum’s leather jacket feeling smooth against his fingers. 

“It’s really me, Ash.” Calum brought a hand up rest against the back of Ashton’ neck. “It’s so weird to be able to talk to you and for you to actually be able to hear me.”

Ashton laughed quietly at Calum’s words, leaning forwards to rest their foreheads together. 

“I can’t believe you’re really standing here and I can see you. Remind me to get Michael a case of beer or something.” 

“Noted.” Calum grabbed both of Ashton’s hands, lacing their fingers together. “I’ve thought about being able to touch you for so long.”

Ashton hummed quietly at the other man’s words, the realisation finally setting in.

Calum was here. He could see Calum. He could hear him. He could feel him. 

“Ash, I need to tell you something.” Calum nudged Ashton’s head up so they were eye to eye. “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.” 

Ashton smiled softly at the admission.

“Pretty sure I’m in love with you too, Cal. I mean, it’s kinda complicated because you’re a ghost and all, but I really do love you.”

Calum searched Ashton’s face for any sign of hesitancy before closing the distance between them. 

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[cthomashoodstory]

Best Years but Not in the Same Way (25)

Calum Hood x Reader

Previous Part

Masterlist

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Who Do You Love by The Chainsmokers and 5 Seconds of Summer out at February 7 and your new single I Like Me Better out today, February 26.

You were so excited to released this new single because of Calum. You made this song back before you dated him and now since you two are dating now, the song is more special to you. You and him were teasing each other on Twitter and also as promotional to our new singles.

Since we did that on Twitter, people been asking about the relationship we have now. Some people guessing right, some people especially his fans hated you if you were around him. Your fans supporting you whoever you’re with, but some of it still shipping you and Justin. And you didn’t care what they said at all. But honestly it hurted your feelings. Their mean words really affect you but you really tried not to take into your feelings.

Being in relationship with Calum was the big step in your life since you had failed in relationship before. You never thought that you could love someone else than Justin. You really glad that you’re out of your miserable past and moved on to your better life.

Minutes later, Calum called you. “Hey babe.”

“Hi, i miss you.” You greeted him. “How you doing?”

“I’m good. I’m at the studio with the boys and I’m in the corner so they won’t hear us. What about you?”

You sipped your drink. “I’m at Julia’s because she’s throwing me a party for my new single.” “I wish i could see you right now.”

“Yeah it’s been 2 weeks since the last we met,” you could hear Michael laughed in the background. “I’m sorry Michael laughed so loud. Oh by the way Luke has been asking me nonstop about the tweets that we post at the same time. I haven’t told them that we’ve already dating. Should we announce to them or…?”

You put the glass on the table and you walked away from the crowd. “Yeah i haven’t told my friends especially Mike. They had no clue that we’ve been together for a month. Like i teased them about us, but they still not realized it. I’m kinda scared if i or we told our friends about this, they reaction would the the opposite as we thought.”

“You have a good point,” he said. “What if we posted something at midnight when we’re on our own house? Or you can come by and stay on my house? I’ll be home anytime soon.”

You check your watch on your wrist and it’s 10 PM. “Uh… this party might ended at midnight, and tomorrow i have to be on my label office by 7 AM for meeting. But i think i will stop by at your house and can you drive me home after that?”

“Sure. I’ll see you at midnight?” The call about to ended but he was interrupted and talk to someone. “What? No, she won’t talk to you… hey stop.” “Hey Miss B, congrats on your new single. We missed you bestie bye.” “Sorry Mike is so annoying.”

You laughed. “Hahaha it’s fine. Tell them i missed them. Bye see you tonight.” You hung up the call and you continue mingled with your friends.

“Hey, who you called? Calum?” Julia approach you and asked you. Then you nodded. “How you two doing? I know you two doing good. Don’t answer that.” You just chuckled.

You really grateful because you have a very supportive friends, they never pushed both you and Calum to be together because they knew and they believed in our process.

-

It’s midnight already, 2 AM to be exact, and you arrived at Calum’s house. The party ended at 1 AM when people start to go home one by one and only leaving you and Julia only. You went to Calum’s house by uber because nobody could drive you and you couldn’t drive either. You were so sleepy and tired but you want to see your boyfriend so bad.

You opened his house and the inside was dark. You turned the lights on and walk slowly to the kitchen. You grabbed water bottle from fridge and drank it. After that you walked to his bedroom and he was there watching some shows that you didn’t know.

“Hey,” he was so shocked when he saw you and he even got up from his bed.

“You didn’t throw away my skin care, did you?” You asked him while you opened the bathroom to find all your skin care that you put here in his house, because you ofter stay on his house for days.

“Of course it stills there. Are you staying for tonight?”

You nodded weakly. “Yes, I’m too tired to drive away to my apartment. I will figure something out tomorrow. Right now, i need to clean up and i will see you in minutes.” You waved and closed the bathroom door.

15 minutes later you finished clean up and walked out from the bathroom and joined him to the bed. You hugged him from beside. “I missed you so bad.” Then he kissed your forehead and continued watching show.

“Oh after Michael greeted you on the phone, He asked about us. Like how’s the progress, is it good or bad, et cetera. And i didn’t answer him. I was too nervous.” He held your right hand.

“What was your idea then? We posted something? Let’s do it then to surprise them, hows that sound?”

He nodded. “Great idea. Lets post something. You post something you like and i’ll post something i like, okay?” And now you’re the one nodded.

Then you posted a picture on instagram. And so did Calum.

Within minutes you and him got so many likes and comments from fans mostly. And we read it.

You and him read the comments and we were so happy because most of them congratulated you and him and some of them gave a bad comments.

Minutes after Mali called Calum. “CALUM THOMAS HOOD WHY YOU DIDNT TELL ME THAT YOU AND SAARA ARE DATING?” She literally yelling at Calum and you laughed quietly.

“So sorry sister, we just want to surprise you and people.” He smiled and looked at you. “You can congratulate me and Saara because she’s beside me.” He pointed the camera to your face.

“Hi Mali, I’m so sorry we didn’t tell you earlier because we really wants to surprise everyone including you. But i promise you i will tell you everything starting from today.”

She cried and she wiped her tears. “I’m so happy for you and Calum. I’ve been praying everyday so you and him could be together. I knew the struggle you carried, but I’m glad that you’re dating him now. I always believe in your process and now it’s proven. I love you so much Saara. Can’t wait to tell mom and dad about it. Bye lovebirds.” The video call ended and you decided to sleep because you have to wake up early.

-

To be continued.

Next Part

[suchalonelysunflower]

Entangled Part II (c.h) (h.s)

Pairing: Calum Hood X Reader / Harry Styles X Reader 

Requested: Yes! 

Summary: After months on tour, the boys finally make a move. But you are too caught up to even notice it. Let the triangle begin! 

Warnings: Love Triangle! Pinning, unrequited love, language, angsty with a little fluff, mentions of alcohol and some grammatical error (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 8 K 

Author’s note: Part 2 is finally here! Thank you so much for all your support, it really means the world to me. Reblogs, comments and feedback are always welcome, I love to hear from you guys and if you have any questions about the series, please don’t doubt to reach me 💕 You can read my other works for Harry and 5SOS HERE.  Hope you like it and happy reading 🦋✨

Part 1

Part 2: Dates and other names 

“Calum stop that right now!” You said sternly while glaring at him. The boy, however, raised his eyebrows defiantly.

“Make me” 

“Oooh” You heard Michael say, teasing at the probability of a conflict while he sipped his beverage with a metal straw, sitting in front of the vanity. But you paid no mind to it, not when Calum was at risk of doing something incredibly stupid.

“Calum Thomas Hood” You threatened, knowing that everyone has a reaction to their full names being called with such a tone, Calum was no exception “Put down the brush and leave your hair alone before I grab a razor and shave your entire head” 

Calum just kept staring at you, still standing on the couch where you couldn’t possibly grab a hold of him or the brush that was dripping with pink dye. He shot one of his charming smiles at you, shaking his head.

“You wouldn’t. You always tell me that you love my hair as it is” 

“I do. That’s why I don’t want it pink!”

“But Michael has pink hair! Why wouldn’t I?” He argued. 

“Let Michael deal with the consequences of too much bleach when he’s older” You heard Michael give you a whiny ‘heey’ “Sorry Mike, your hair is lovely as it is but it’s true that you need to take a break on all of these dyes before you end up bald” 

Michael groaned an ‘okay, fine!’ Before turning all of his attention back to the interaction. You, on the other hand, turned to Calum with one of your ‘dont fuck with me’ face and placed one of your hands on your hips, extending the other so he could place the brush there. 

“Okay, I'll tell you what” he bargained “I’ll leave my hair alone if…” 

“If?”

“If you go to dinner with me after the concert” He smiled. 

You stared at him, lips slowly going upwards as a shy smile formed on your face. You lowered your gaze from his eyes, shaking your head as a small giggle came out of your lips. Calum, on the other hand, didn’t even flinch his eyes from you, his smile growing wider and wider while the teasing tone of the question still lingers on between the two of you… And Michael who was just as invested in this scene as anyone would be. 

“You seriously are crazy, Cal” You said “Of course we can go, are you kidding? It’ll be fun” 

Calum’s eyes gleam in delight at your words. His face at that moment could only be defined by comparing it to a child receiving their dream toy on Christmas morning. 

“Now, give me the brush before I change my mind” You threatened again, extending your hand to him. Calum jumped off the couch and compiled, handing you the dyed tainted brush as he walked past you to sit in his own chair and giving Michael a small fist bump while doing so. 

You walked over to the green eyed boy, finally being able to keep going with your work and the conversation started flowing once again. 

It was amazing, but at the same time not so hard to believe, how well you got along with all the guys. The end of the tour was close, but you didn’t want to focus on the sadness that brought you, instead you decided to enjoy every single moment of it. It was amazing how you found yourself creating a loving family among them and Lottie, who was always by your side calming your nerves the first few days. The way you find it so easy to talk to either one of the Australians or the 1D boys is something you didn’t expect, quickly creating emotional connections with each of them. 

For example, you always considered Louis like an older brother to you, always very protective and attentive. Who would’ve thought that Zayn fell under the same category? On the first few days they, along with Lottie, always made sure that you were taken care of as well as having fun and not overworked yourself as you normally would. But it was hard to even consider this a ´serious job´when you had nine young adults running around your little office. However, when it did get serious, you knew you could count on Ashton or Liam for an encouraging chat, always ready to listen and give you the best advice for any situation, creating a sense of trust you never really had with someone, especially someone you just met not too long ago.  

For quiet moments though, Michael was perfect. It didn’t seem like it at first, knowing that boy had a reputation for being extremely loud sometimes. But if someone understands the need of just staying silent and doing nothing for a few minutes, was him. Always inviting you to play some of his games or just sit around you, keeping you company or just relaxing after a tiresome day, Michael was your guy. On the other hand, Niall was the complete opposite. That Irish little shit never stayed quiet for long, bringing his guitar with him wherever he went and lifting your spirit anytime he caught you feeling a little off. He made you laugh the most along with Luke who was just as chaotic as he was but with a little more common sense. He was like a little brother to you, even though he was a feet and a half taller than you, and you always felt the need to protect him of any harm. If someone won the soft spot on your heart, it was Luke, without a doubt. 

And then there’s Calum and Harry, your boys. You would never admit this to anyone but they were your favorites. From day one they were nothing more than pure sweethearts. Yes, you did have your rocky start with both of them, nearly breaking one’s nose and the other one almost breaking you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way with them. The best moments on tour were the moments you shared with them, and they seem to agree on that. They always look for excuses to spend time with you, trying to get your focus completely on them and you find that funny, assuming it was their nature, but what you didn’t know is that they were both completely and utterly smitten by you. 

Harry and Calum both laid their eyes on you from the beginning, practically jumping at every chance they had to help you or hang out with you or just talk to you about anything. And the funny thing is that you were completely unaware of all this circus around you. Friendship was one thing, and you were very grateful for that, not even in your wildest dreams you thought you would’ve befriended all of these amazing guys, so the idea of something else was absolutely out of the question, that was just simply impossible. Only if you knew what you were getting yourself into… 

You were so unaware of these feelings that you didn’t notice how Calum’s smile didn’t leave his face for a second after he asked you, watching you work through Michael’s hair through the mirror. 

“So,” Michael said, while your fingers were entangled in his hair “Are we going to wait for the full concert to be over or just our set to go back to the hotel?”

Lately they found excuses to hang around backstage after their set, management wasn’t too happy about that decision, not wanting even more attention to the Aussie band than to the actual main act, but they managed to sneak around them, only staying backstage and not actually being able to see the concert.

 You, on the other hand, never missed a set, not only because you promised Harry and Calum that you’d be present in each one, but because you actually enjoyed the energy of the whole thing. You loved to jump around and dance to their songs, you already mastered the lyrics of every song on the set list and even created some kind of choreography with Lottie for each one. It didn’t matter to you that your feet hurt afterwards from the massive tiredness of the next few days, you were living your best life watching your boys perform and you would do that every single day of your life if you had to. 

“Oh, I’m staying the whole concert” You answered “Can’t miss see them on stage”

“Aw, c’mon Y/N” Said Calum, faking a whine “You can miss at least one concert” 

“Who is going to miss the concert?” Someone asked as they opened the door. 

Everyone turned their faces as they saw Lottie came in with Louis and Harry. You smiled at them while they took a seat in front of the vanity, Harry’s eyes shining when they met yours through the mirror, smiling almost at the same time when Calum lowered his gaze and started fidgeting with his thumbs. 

He didn’t know why, but he always got uncomfortable with the idea of Harry being around you and spending your time with him. Is not like he didn’t like the guy, on the contrary, they had a very good relationship, but the fact that you shared jokes, touches and moments with him made Calum feel uneasy. Same thing goes for Harry, he didn’t particularly enjoy how close you and the bassit were, but he wasn’t going to mention it, it would make him look like an asshole to you and to the Australian who he considered a friend. And you, as usual, were completely oblivious to it. 

“We were just asking Y/N if we are going to skip the concert so they could get ready for their date” Michael said, pointing his finger between you and Calum as your cheeks went red. 

Harry’s smile went away in an instant, snapping his head towards Louis who just stared at him blankly as he gave an apologetic smile to the curly haired man. 

“What..? Michael, is not a date.” You said in an awkward laugh “We are just hanging out, right Cal?” You asked, smiling at him, not noticing the surprise in his eyes. 

All eyes were on you again. Louis, Lottie and Michael gave you a confused look while Harry looked like he could breathe again. Calum, however, just blinked a couple times before lowering his gaze again, trying to hide the hurt in his eyes as he responded “Yeah.. it’s not a date”

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the group for a few seconds, no one really knowing what to say until Lottie was brave enough to break it by commenting on Michael’s new hair color that needed rincing, making the conversation flow easily among them, well, among everyone but Calum and Harry who stayed silent in their seats, having very different but similar thoughts. 

A few moments later you excused yourself to go towards the catering section, expressing your dire need for a snack before you pass out applying gel to the boys hair. Louis offered to go with you. 

As you were walking down the halls of the venue, he ventured “So… What made you accept the lad’s proposal?” 

“Calum’s? it was not a proposal” You rolled your eyes “It was more like a quid pro quo kinda thing. He threatened to dye his hair if I said no” You chuckled. 

Louis hummed “And you’re sure it’s not a date?” 

“This again?” 

It wasn’t the first time this conversation rolled around between the both of you. He had been teasing since that night of the party, where you found yourself with two drinks in your hand, one from Harry and the other from Calum. You spend the whole night talking to them, apologizing for the misunderstanding and thanking them for being such sweethearts. For you it was an innocent act of good manners, a nice gesture from the two boys. For Louis, that witnessed the whole thing, was more than that. 

He was convinced that they had a thing for you. He believed, no, he knew that they were completely head over heels for you and, he had to admit, it was pretty funny to see all the things they did to gain just a little bit of attention from you. 

“He is just friendly and so am I. We are just going to hang out, nothing more. It is not a date” You explained “We’ve had this conversation over and over again and it’s still the same answer, don’t you think that if he was making a move I would know?”

“Actually, no, love. You are completely blind and I would be very surprised indeed if you happen to notice that”

“What? Lou…”

“Didn’t you see the face Calum made when you said it wasn’t a date? Or Harry’s when Michael said it was? He was crushed” 

“I-“

Louis shook his head and sighed “Look, love. I know you don’t mean to, but you’re breaking those guys’ hearts”

“I’m not breaking anyone’s heart. How could I? They’re just my friends, they can’t like me like that”

“Why not?” 

“Because! Look at me, Louis” 

“I am looking, love! And I’ll I can see is a beautiful person, inside and out, with an enormous talent and even bigger heart. Anyone would be lucky to have you” Louis said, placing his arm around your shoulder and giving it a squeeze “And I just happen to know two lads that would kill to have that privilege” You rolled your eyes and he sighed again “Fine! Don’t believe me. But don’t say I didn’t warn ya” 

After grabbing a snack and a drink, you started to make your way back to your little room, but then you realized it was almost time for them to start the show so you decided to go wait by the side of the stage until the Australian band came out to the public. 

On your way there, your mind didn’t stop thinking for a minute about what Louis had said before. Was Calum upset that it wasn’t a date? Did he expect it to be? And why was Harry even a topic? Did he talk about you with Louis? They couldn’t have a crush on you… could they? 

Suddenly flashes of the past few months flew by in your head. How Calum’s eyes shined every time he heard you talk about hair related things because he knew you were very passionate about it, or how Harry always seemed to have some kind of trouble with his hair and needed your help, and only your help, to fix it because you were the only one who ‘understood his curls’ even though Lottie could’ve done a better job if he asked her. Calum put you in charge of recording his keeks and always made you feel welcome and comfortable around him and the guys, making you laugh uncontrollably with each shenanigan they pulled, or when every time Harry told a really bad joke he always looked at you first, almost like searching for your approval and smiling every time you did laugh, even if it was out of pity. How every night they were on stage they looked to the sides to find you dancing or singing along to their songs, making faces at you or copy your movements or give you reassuring smiles as they kept performing. They always seemed to know when you were feeling under the weather and they always went out of their way in order to make you feel better, going from making silly things on stage that night to just hold you and listening to you rant about what was bothering you, not even flinching at your touch but actually craving it. Every time you hug they don't pull away, in fact, they hold on. And you didn’t seem to mind at all. 

You love them both, truly and wholeheartedly. And you would be a fool if you didn’t think they’re very attractive and attentive and different and special in their own ways. At the beginning of the tour you could’ve easily fallen in love with one of them if they ever showed interest in you, but you were sure they didn’t and probably never will so, why bother to think like that as a possibility? It will only get your heart broken in the end. You were sure that if they liked you as more than a friend they would’ve said something by now. 

The thing was that they tried to tell you, countless times. But they were, in all honesty and innocence, idiots. So you had no clue on their true feelings. 

But you would be lying if you said that Louis didn’t plant the seed of doubt in your mind. 

“Hey, Y/N!” You heard a voice call you from the end of the hall. You lifted your gaze and smile when you saw Calum approaching, bass in hand ready to go out on stage. You lifted your finger and brought it to the side of your nose and he did the same. It became your own little secret ´handshake´ 

“Calum! Are you ready to go and kill it in front of a thousand screaming fans” You teased, resting the back of your hand on your forehead, mocking a faint. 

He laughed, shaking his head “I rather concentrate on the fan that keeps dancing along Amnesia like it’s not an acoustic song backstage”  

“Are you saying I’m distracting you?”

“You always distract me, sweetheart” He smirked “But I can’t say that I don’t like it”

You felt your cheeks get warm with his words. You must admit that Calum had a way with words, always tempting the line of cute remarks and downright flirting, creating a friendly banter between the both of you. Now you begin to wonder if they were ever friendly at all. 

“Well the job of a fan is to hype their favorite band while on stage, right?” You smiled. Calum’s eyes shined like glitter. 

“Are we really your favorites?” He asked. 

“Hey, I don’t go around creating bomb coreos for any band, you know?” You slightly punched him in the arm as you both chuckled.

Suddenly you became very aware of his proximity to you and you didn’t seem to mind one bit, in fact you were enjoying how close he was, noticing even the crinkles by his eyes every time he smiled.  “Hey, Cal. I’m sorry for earlier” You apologized, not really knowing how to approach the subject “I’m sorry if I made it awkward and-”

“What? No, no, no, no,” He said way too quickly, shaking his head rapidly “It wasn’t awkward” Calum said awkwardly. 

Your face visibly cringed “Yes it was! And I’m sorry, I didn’t know that-” 

“Hey, hey hey. It 's okay. If you say it’s not a date, then it’s not a date. We are just hanging out and that okay” Calum calmed you, rubbing his hand up and down your arm in a reassuring manner “It’s more than okay, actually. I really love spending time with you, Y/N” 

You looked into his eyes and you could see the honesty in them, you covered his hand with your and smiled “I really love spending time with you too, Cal” 

“CALOOUM” You heard someone yell from the side of the stage, not even a second after Ashton popped out his head from the wings “Get your ass over here, the concert’s abou to start you dipshit!... Hi, Y/N” 

“Hi, Ashton” You laughed. 

Calum rolled his eyes at his bandmate and took a step back from you “Well, duty calls. Someone has to woo the thousand screaming fans, right?” 

You nodded as you quickly cupped his left cheek on your hand to give it a small kiss “Go kill them, you dipshit” You chuckled. 

Calum did his best to try and hide the redness of his cheek, lifting his finger to the side of his nose as he walked away, turning around quickly to delicately press his palm to his cheek, still warm from that little kiss you just gave him and smiling like an absolute idiot. 

“Mate, you’re whipped” Luke teased when he saw Calum’s grin. 

“Shut up” 

It was after Calum had turned away that you realized what you just did. You mentally slapped yourself, it was no big deal, right? just a friendly kiss like you and Louis do all the time but, why did it feel so different?

In the midst of your internal debate, you decided to walk to the other side of the stage where you knew Lottie would be waiting for you, you also knew it was Calum’s side of the stage, but it had the best view you could ask for. So you made up your mind of sucking in the embarrassment of your careless and innocent action from earlier and started making your way. 

You enjoyed walking backstage, you knew every venue was different but the backstage rarely changes so it was easy to find your way around the messy halls full of people you now know and love. Every person you met along the way greeted you with a smile or a nod, they all respected your work and you respected theirs, all of you knew that this tour couldn't work without any of you. 

Tonight, however, there was a new face in the multitude of people. You catched her eye as you almost walked past her, but she stopped you by gently putting her hand round your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, dear” The woman said with a smile “But aren’t you Y/N L/N? The stylist?” 

The mysterious woman stood in front of you, her hand already gone from your shoulder, but she had your full attention now. She was wearing a black suit with a white button down to go along with some killer heels. Her black hair stopped right at the end of her neck, giving her a Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction vibe, elegant yet powerful. She was smiling at you like you were her next meal and it made you uncomfortable. 

“Yes, I am. Well, one half of the team,actually” You answered, nervously looking around for nothing in particular “Can I help you with anything, Miss..?” 

“Oh, how silly of me,” She laughed “I’m Mariah Slendge, I work for Jordan Coutier? You heard about them?” Of course you have! They were the most famous, most expensive, most stylish beauty company of all times! Led by the Jordan Coutier himself, the legend of legends when it came to hair and make up. A true inspiration for you and for many others. You nodded, trying not to freak out too much in front of one of his representatives “Well, we’ve heard about you too”

“‘Bout me?” You asked in disbelief. 

“Why, yes, darling. I’ve seen your work with the boys, very impressive”

“Oh, it’s nothing really-”

“And your Instagram?” She said, pulling out her phone and showing you your feed that was filled with different hairstyles you’ve made along the years and on the tour, showcasing your work on different types of hair and for a wide variety of people “You are very talented” 

“Thank you, but-”

“I have an offer for you” She stated, putting her phone back in her purse “Well, an almost offer, actually. I wanted to have your consent before I do anything” 

You stared at her, wide eyed as your mind was a blank space. What was happening right now? 

“Once this tour ends I want you to come work with us in New York as a paid intern for a few years. You would learn everything you need to know in order to succeed in this business and more. You’ll be working with the best professionals in the world and you’ll make really good connections in the industry, I can assure you that”

“Y-you want me to work with you?” You stuttered. 

“Only if that’s okay with you, darling. I haven’t said anything to the big boss yet because I needed your approval first but-”

“YES!” You yelled “Sorry! I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that but, yes. My answer is yes, I would love to” 

Mariah smiled like the cheshire cat “Wonderful! You’ll be hearing from me in a few days. Take care, darling” 

She blew you a kiss and waved as she walked away, leaving you in complete awe before you could even begin to thank her. 

You shook your head, waking up from your daze and practically ran towards Lottie, who was waiting for you at your usual spot from the side of the stage. 

“Where have you been?” She asked when she took on your breathless appearance “The boys are in the middle of the set already and-”

“I know! I know, I’m sorry but,” You said, panting as you tried to gain some composure “You would never believe what just happened” 

To say that Lottie was over the moon with the news you just brought to her was an understatement. She celebrated with you and congratulated you like you just won the lottery “Oh my god! I can’t believe it” 

“Well, it’s nothing sure yet, but-”

“But nothing! This is amazing and you completely deserve this, honey” She hugged you “I’m so proud of you” 

You melted into the hug, wondering how on Earth did you get so lucky, having a best friend like her was… Oh, it was more than you could ever ask for “One more thing,” You said, separating from her embrace “Don’t tell anyone. I don’t wanna jinx it”

“But Louis will be so happy and-”

“Lottie, please” You pleaded with your best puppy stare. She rolled her eyes and muttered a ‘fine’ before wrapping you into a hug once again. 

When she let you go, you focus all of your attention towards the stage. Your eyes met Calum’s as he was looking at the two of you with a quizzical look. You lifted your finger to your nose once again and brushed it off, he smiled and mouthed something like ‘You’ll tell me later’ making you laugh and shrug as you started dancing to their cover of Teenage Dream. 

Moments later, when their set ended, Calum came running towards you but you pushed him away “Uh uh, no touching until you get into a shower” 

“What about you, Lot?” He asked your friend with open arms, she just shook her head and started laughing “What? You can hug but I’m left all alone?” Calum pouted. 

“Take a shower and we’ll see, Hood” 

He mocked a salute and said “We’re still hanging out later, right?” 

“Of course!” 

“Great, can’t wait” 

Calum smirked and ran offstage. You stayed with Lottie, talking about your hypothetical plans for the future until it was time for One Direction to take the stage. 

The energy on the concerts was hard to ignore, every night you found yourself with goosebumps running up and down your skin every time you heard the guitar riff or when you felt the bass and the drums shake the floor, literally. Not to mention the vocals of every single one of them, it filled you with joy seeing them perform and give their absolute best to all of their fans, who loved them just as much as you did. 

You followed your usual routine with Lottie, dancing your specific choreographies to each song, but something was different tonight. 

Every time you glanced at the stage you found a pair of green eyes already staring at you. Harry smiled whenever your eyes met, but his gaze always seemed to lurk around you for a second too long before putting all of his attention on the crowd once again. 

When it was time for a break, Harry, as usual, took center stage and started interacting with the fans. 

“Okay. Here in One Direction we sing a lot about love” He said, making the crowd go absolutely ballistic “Now, who here came with a date? C’mon now, wanna see those hands up, who here is taken?” 

You laughed at how the fans started screaming unintelligible things at the boys, you saw how some brave ones started lifting their hands, showcasing their love in front of a full arena of people. 

“Aww that’s wha’ I wanted to see! And what ‘bout over there at the sides” He said, pointing to your side of the stage “‘nyone in the crew who might be on a date today?” 

He was asking the crew of the sides in general, some of them raising their hands in amusement, but Harry's gaze was locked on you and how you were giggling with Lottie about the whole ordeal. 

“I think he’s talking to you, love” The young Tomlinson whispered in your ear. 

You looked at Harry with your eyebrows furrowed, he returned the gesture by raising one of his own, asking you to answer him. You rolled your eyes and smiled while giving him the middle finger. His face visibly relaxed as he gave you one of his signature smirks and went back to amuse the crowd, who by now, were already losing their shit. 

“‘M very glad to know that” Harry claimed into the microphone “Love is love everybody so if you love someone you gotta tell ‘em” And while his eyes were fixed on the crowd, you managed to find Louis bold stare already setting on you, giving a knowing look that you tried your best to ignore “Let’s celebrate love, everyone! This song is called Little Things” 

As they settled around the stairs of the stage, you and Lottie started to sing and dance, not noticing how, every time he had a moment of silence, Harry would glance at your direction and smile a little bit to himself, hoping that you would look his way. And the universe seemed to listen, because when his last chorus was approaching, you turned your gaze to meet his. Harry smiled as he started singing, and, for the first time, he didn’t advert his eyes from you. 

You felt a warmness spread from your chest to your whole body as the curly haired man started his last verse, green eyes staring right back at yours as the words slipped through his mouth with such an ease and calm melody, you didn’t dare to look away. 

The feeling had no name, for what you could tell at least, but it was almost the same as the one you had when Calum was close to you earlier in the evening. It’s not uncomfortable, in fact, it’s totally the opposite. It’s almost like a calming breeze flowing through your entire body. Safe, noticed, warmth, shyness, love? You couldn’t figure it out. 

The trance ended just as the song did, you felt a little nudge on the side of your body and turned to see Lottie giving you a smirk. You were about to tell her off when you were interrupted once again by a known beat, the next song was already starting as Harry’s eyes concentrated on the crowd once again, only glancing at you a few more times the entire set. 

After the show ended, you and Lottie went backstage to celebrate with the boys. 

“That was amazing!” The girl said, giving her older brother a pat in the back, not wanting to get all sweating because of him. You joined the congratulations and started simple conversations about what happened tonight on stage. You were so invested in the story Liam was telling about how he thought he saw the clone of Justin Bieber watching the show, that you didn’t notice how close Harry was to you until he whispered in your ear.

“Did you lie, earlier?” He asked. 

You turned to face him, his face was unreadable, but his eyes had a glimpse of desperation in them, almost begging you for an answer he might like. “What are you talking about?” You responded, looking around, but no one seemed preoccupied with your little conversation.

“When I asked if anyone was on date”

“Mmh, and I recall I gave you the finger, didn’t I?” You smiled “Why did you think that was?” 

Harry smirked “It was a tad rude, actually” You rolled your eyes at him “So you’re not seeing anyone at the moment?” He pressed, even when he saw you shake your head “Not even an Aussie lad that’s traveling with us?” 

You sighed “No, I’m not dating Calum. We are just hanging out, as friends and nothing more. Just like I do with you, H” 

Harry tried to mask the sudden hurt expression that came upon him, is that all you thought of him? 

“And besides,” You continued “You can’t believe anything the Tomlinsons tell you, most times at least” 

He chuckled “That’s true, love. I just…” He sighed “I really care about you, Y/N” 

“I really care about you too, Harry” You said in all honesty. 

“No, but I mean-” 

“Hey, Y/N” Interrupted Lottie “Shouldn’t you be on your way to the hotel now?” 

You opened your eyes like plates and looked at the time on your phone “Oh shit” You grabbed your stuff as fast as you could and said goodbye to everyone as you ran through the exit to grab a taxi. 

Once you reached the hotel, you already saw Calum waiting in the lobby for you and suddenly you felt way underdressed when you saw him wearing a white shirt and some nice black pants to go with it.

Calum lifted his gaze from his phone and smiled when his eyes met yours. You gave him an apologetic smile as well as your secret code of putting your finger on the side of your nose while you walked up to him “I’m sorry I’m late, I got caught up in the concert and-” 

“Hey, I get it” He chuckled “I know what it’s like to be a fan and those guys give a whole damn spectacle of everything. I’m glad you came, though. So,” He said, clapping his hands “Ready to go?” You nodded and let him guide you through the streets of the city. 

You ended up in a little secluded sushi restaurant, not so far away from the hotel “The best sushi in town” Said Calum “Or at least that what they told me” 

The night was spent between laughter and deep talks. You got to know a side of Calum you never expect. The way that he talked about his family and how hard it was for him to leave them behind in Australia but how, at the same time, he was happy he did it because now he could live his dream with his best friends. He told you anecdotes of when he, Michael and Luke were in school and played all kinds of pranks to their music teacher and how he lived in Brazil for a few months before realizing his dream was music all along. 

He got to know you as well, how you grew up in a very strict family and how you were the ‘child-with-too-many-dreams-to-count’ how you met the Tomlinsons and how they became your real family in no time. He listened enthusiastically when you talked about when you first found out about your passion for styling someone when your first dance came around and you had to do all your classmates' hair and make up with the help of Lottie, creating a form of art that was so simple yet so special at the same time. 

He made you laugh as well, playing with the chopsticks that were mostly for decoration and pretending to be some weird animal, he was so invested in his act that he didn’t notice how much wasabi he had put on his sushi bite, having to excuse himself to go to the bathroom. 

You were wiping away your tears of laughter when you notice something, or rather someone, walking outside and entering the restaurant at that exact moment. 

“Harry?” 

The curly man turned around and faked a surprised face “Y/N? Hi, darling. What are you doing here?” 

“Me?” You laughed “What are you doing here? I thought that maybe you and the other would go to a club after the concert” 

Harry grabbed a chair and sat down next to you “The others did, but I was jus’ so tired tha’ I asked someone to recommend me a place to grab some take out” He chuckled “The food at the hotel is truly awful for a four and a half star restaurant” 

“Well, let me tell you. This salmon roll is just exquisite so you won’t be disappointed here” You said, not giving too much thought at his excuse. 

Calum got out of the bathroom soon after, he couldn’t see Harry just yet, but he could tell you were laughing at something. Once he got closer and noticed the british boy sitting next to you, making you laugh and give you the pretty eyes, he felt that uneasy feeling again, the one he always had whenever Harry was around you. He noticed how his jaw clenched and how his hand became a fist when he heard you laugh again, knowing it should’ve been him the one who should make you smile like that tonight. 

When you looked at him, however, the uneasiness went away as soon as it came. He walked over to your table and put on a surprise show at Harry’s sudden appearance. 

“Harry,” He said with a fake smile “What are you doing here?”

“Jus’ passing by, looking for something to eat and then I found Y/N here” Harry answered in a cool tone “What a coincidence, right?”

“Yeah, weird” Calum said, looking directly at the green eyes from across the table. 

An uncomfortable silence came upon them as they glared at each other. From any perspective it was easy to see that they were having a silent conversation with those looks. A conversation filled with questions, realizations and accusations as the two men finally acknowledge the feelings each one had towards you. And, just like any situation when a man feels threatened by another man's feelings, it meant war. 

However, they were not stupid. They knew they had to keep it civil for your and the tour’s sake, knowing it would not be fair for anyone to start fighting over you and especially when you seem to have no clue about what’s going on. So, with one look, a deal was sealed: You would have to choose eventually, and whatever you say goes, they were mature enough to respect your decision, but that doesn't mean they are not going to try to win your heart. 

“So,” Harry said after a while, faking modesty as he made a move to get out of the chair “I should better get going, I don’t want to interrupt whatever’s happening here” 

“Oh, you are not interrupting” You said, completely oblivious “Right, Cal?”

Calum looked at you, and he found it impossible to deny you anything at this moment, even if it mean having Harry joining your ‘not-date-date’ So he gave a fake smile to the curly haired man and said “Nope, not interrupting at all” 

Harry smiled with sufficiency and sat back down, officially joining you for the night. 

From your perspective, you were having a great night next to two of the people you love the most, having fun and joking around. Too busy enjoying their company to notice the passive aggressive attitude they excelled, silently competing to gain your attention. At one point in the evening, Harry started singing along the song that was playing on the restaurant’s speakers, telling you a story about the composition of that specific Fleetwood Mac song and you gladly listened. Calum then proceeded to woo you with some food related tricks, making you laugh at his failed attempt to try and put three California rolls in his mouth. 

The talks came to a neutral ground when you started mentioning the tour. They both loved to hear you talk about your experience so far and they even shared some stories and tips about it too. You shared anecdotes and your favorite moments, making your boys smile whenever they realized they shared most of those moments with you. They understood that, whatever happens, they were truly the lucky ones just by having you in their life. 

The evening went on and as it did, all of you started to feel more and more tired, given that you had to be on an airplane somewhere the next afternoon, so you decided to call it a night. Walking out of the restaurant, you made your way into the hotel again. Calum said his goodbye with a kiss on your cheek, making you blush and Harry clenched his jaw. He lifted a finger to his nose and disappeared into the other hall of the lobby where the elevator to his room was. You were about to do the same, already walking to the other elevator, but Harry had another idea.

“There’s an ice cream shop down the block” He said as he grabbed your hand to call for your attention “Wanna try it, Y/N?” 

“Oh yes! I would love to” You smiled at Harry“But, aren’t you tired? You perfomed a big show tonight and-”

“I could never get tired if you’re by my side, love” He grin and tugged on your hand, leading you once again into the streets. 

The ice cream shop was very small and it was horribly decorated with pink and purple cows. Their ice creams, however, were a delight. You sat down in a tall stool next to Harry, enjoying your scoop of rocky roads with chocolate syrup and sprinkles on top. Harry was staring at you, his smile never fading for a second. 

“What?” You asked when you felt his green eyes on you “Do I have something in my face?” You brought your napkin to your face, but Harry just shook his head.

“You’re just too cute,” He said, smiling again.

“‘m not” 

“You are” He countered “Knew that from the moment I met you”

“You mean when you knocked me to the ground and almost broke my bum?” You teased, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Exactly,” He said, unfazed by your sarcastic tone “Thought I died and went to heaven”

You laughed and gently punched him in the arm “Oh, shut up, Haz” 

For the rest of the night and the beginnings of an early morning, you and Harry sat down on those stools in that ice cream shop, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He talked about how hard it was to be constantly under a magnifying glass in the eyes of the media, about the rumors and about how he didn’t expect his life to turn this way “I assume it’s not easy” You said “But what you’re doing is amazing, Harry. You and the boys have changed the lives of so many people, it’s… truly something else” He thanked you for your words and then started to change the subject so the conversation was focused on you. 

You pretty much told him the same old story you told Calum a few hours ago, he too, was very invested in whatever you had to say and let you ramble on and on about everything you thought it was worth mentioning. He even let you play with his curls a little bit before noticing your eyes were beginning to close, already too tired to keep the conversation going. 

You walked to the hotel once again, this time it was you who gave Harry a good night kiss on the cheek before making your way to your shared bedroom with Lottie and basically plopping down on the bed, thinking about how great this night was. 

There were two more stops before the tour finally ended. You could feel the tension in the air. It seemed like everyone was anxious about coming back home and seeing their families again, and you were too, but you got to admit that you were going to miss this even more. 

And it seemed like it was the same for Harry and Calum, because for the past few days they barely left your side.  And it was not like you were complaining, not at all.In fact, you were savouring every moment of it, not knowing if you would ever have the chance to do this again. So you let them play with your stuff, hanging out till late at night , you laughed at all their antics, from Calum’s keeks with the band to actually helping Harry pull down a prank to their bodyguards. On stage the energy was always the same, stolen glances and mocking faces between you, inner jokes said at loud only for you to understand and weird dance moves to make them break in front of the crowds. 

You were definitely going to miss all of this. 

When the last night of the tour arrived, so did an email addressed to you. You were sitting in your little office, cleaning and setting everything up before the boys needed to get ready when you phone dinged. 

Your breath got caught in your throat as you realized who that email was from. 

From: Mariah.S@JCNYC.com 

To: Y/E/A@Sunflower.com 

Dear Y/N, I am very glad to inform you….

Suddenly the door bursts open, a breathless Calum standing right under. 

“Y/N” He panted. 

You looked at him, confused “Calum, what’s going on? Are you okay?” 

Calum smiled “Yes! I’m more than okay actually, uuhm,” He said, trying to find the words “You know the band is going on tour, right?” He said referring to one of the biggest tours 5SOS was going to make following the release of their new album. 

“Yes! And I couldn’t be more excited for you! That 's huge!” You celebrated. 

“Come with us” 

“What?” Your smile faded. Calum got nervous.  

“Uh, I- well I mean we-” He took a deep breath “Me and the boys want you on tour with us as our stylist” Your mouth hung open, Calum took it as a good sign “We already talked to our management and they all agree. We want you to come on tour with us”

You were speechless. Part of you wanted to jump in joy, but the other part… “Cal, I-”

“Hey, Y/N” Another familiar voice called from the door “Great news, love. Yo- Hello, Calum, what are you doing here? Harry said when he laid eyes on the Australian, who wasn’t very fond of the interruption. 

“I came to tell Y/N some good news,” Calum said, dryly. 

“What a coincidence, I came for that as well”

“I don’t think there are any coincidence when it comes to you, Styles” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry asked, defyenty. 

Calum was about to answer with another passive aggressive remark when you interrupted them “Guys, not now” You said with a tired tone “What’s up, Haz?” 

“You’re coming on tour with us” He said, smiling at you “We already talked to management about it and you and Lottie are staying for the next tour”

You opened your mouth to respond but Calum cut you off, fuming. 

“Well, that’s not possible” 

“And why not?” Asked Harry, putting his attention on the other boy.

“Because Y/N is coming on tour with us” 

Harry scoffed “As if Y/N would want that” 

“How do you know that? You’re so arrogant and self centered-” Calum said a tad too loud.

“Don’t start something you cannot finish, Hood” Harry started, leveling his tone to match Calum’s “You immature prick -”

“Enough!” You yelled over their voices, making them turn their heads to you “What the hell has gotten into you today? It’s the last day of tour and this is the memory I get from you two? What a parting gift!” 

“Wait-” Calum said 

“Parting gift?”

You sighed “Guys, I can’t go on tour with either of you. I got an internship job with Jordan Coutier” You could see the disappointment in their faces as you softly said the words that would break their hearts “I’m going to New York”

Part 3

[calmlftv]

42 from the smut prompt with cal 🥵

42. “You make a sound and it’s game over.”

would like to thank calum thomas hood for wearing that black top in the video that was released today. thank u for fueling my thirst !

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“You’ve been naughty today, princess.” 

The special name Calum reserved for you sent a shiver down your spine, his large hands snaking around to your front as he pressed against your back. 

“M’not sure what you mean, daddy,” you state simply, his hands tightening around you. 

He moved his lips to your ear, nipping at the skin just behind it - your favorite spot for him to love. “Wearin’ this skirt,” he mumbled, another shiver down your spine at his low and gravely tone. “Bet you’ve got nothin’ on underneath it.”

His fingers traveled south, smoothing over the fabric of the skirt you were wearing before he bunched it up in both hands, slowly pulling it higher and higher up your body. Once he was close enough he released one hand, slipping it between your thighs to your dripping core. 

He slid one finger into your folds, feeling your arousal as you let out a moan. He chuckled, removing the finger as you whined and pressing it to your lips. 

“Taste it, princess,” he commanded, your mouth opened and accepting his finger, tongue swirling around it as you tasted your own sweet arousal. 

He smirked against your skin. “Good girl,” he praised, moving his over hand to smack your ass. “Bed. Now.” 

You followed orders and moved to the bed, sitting on the edge of it as you watched Cal get on his knees in front of you. He adjusted your position so you were exposed, your skirt pooling around your waist as his eyes took in your core. 

“For being naughty today,” he said, hands hooking around your thighs. “No noises. You make a sound and it’s game over. Got it?”

You opened your mouth to protest but shut it quickly, only nodding as Cal squeezed your thighs. 

Without warning his tongue was on you, your mouth opening to gasp before you forced it shut again. He was slow and deliberate with every lick, his tongue dipping into your entrance before slowly swirling around your clit. 

It took everything within you to not make a noise, your teeth clamped around the side of your hand as you laid back on the bed. He slipped two fingers in and your back arched, hips bucking against him as he pumped them roughly. 

He curled them until he sound your most sensitive spot, your teeth biting down harder on your hand as he continued to brush against it. Before you knew it you were spilling over him, his tongue licking you clean as he continued with your pleasure. 

After the third orgasm you had tears on your cheeks, his free hand slipping under your top and shoving your bra up as he tweaked your nipple, the sensations rolling over your body in waves until you came one more time, a final muffled groan against your hand as he finally pulled away. 

Calum moved to your face and kissed at your tears, gently taking your hand out of your mouth and kissing the deep marks on it. 

He carefully scooped you up, bringing you into the bathroom and starting a warm bath as he undressed and cleaned you up. Once the tub was full he gently placed you in it, quickly joining you and letting you rest back against his chest. 

His lifted your hand from the water and pressed kisses to your knuckles, a bruise already beginning to form where your teeth were just moments ago. “Sorry, baby,” he said sweetly, his other arm tightening around you. 

“S’okay,” you said, getting sleepy now with the warmth of the water against your muscle. “Felt good.” 

Cal chuckled, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder as you both relaxed in the water, turning in for a nap after as you curled up in his hoodie.

[mellifluoushood]

please write something ab those pics of cal with his guitar

okay but before i even start on this - i just wanna say - what the fuck is calum thomas hood DOING to me. like, this boy, has me orgasming on sight, panties drenched and ovaries burst in a fucking PICTURE. he makes me iMPLODE. my body simply can’t handle this.

tbh i have no idea what to even write about because this picture makes me feel so many things. the one picture of him holding up his bass in front of his face makes me think some very, very unholy things.

dedicated to @calumscalm bc she bought me edibles

(click read more for unholy thoughts)

i’m thinking of what he’d look like, laying down on the bed, pulling at my your thighs, his eyebrows quirked with a grin toying on his lips, 

‘c’mere, baby.’ 

you’re shuffling up the bed before he grows impatient and fully pulls you up to his face. he sends a wink at you, using one hand to grab at your ass and pull you down onto his mouth.

he runs his tongue up once, removes it and slowly licks up again. he flattens his tongue and licks at your clit for as long as he damn well pleases. you start to whine and he uses the hand on your ass to smack it, silencing you immediately. his eyes are on you, watching as your roll your lips between your teeth, throwing your head back and basking in the width and strength of his tongue.

he runs his free hand up your sides and to your chest, grabbing at your breast before taking your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, pinching slightly. at that moment, he latches his lips around your clit and sucks, hard. your body practically spasms with the sudden rush of stimulation, the way he moves his lips sending sparks throughout your body, landing in your stomach. your head drops to look at him. his eyebrows are quirked slightly, his cheeks rosy as he watches every movement and twitch in your face, sucking harder and harder before licking another stripe through your legs.

you cry out, trying to resist the urge to grind your hips down on his tongue, knowing he had full control of the situation. he had you exactly where he wanted you, vulnerable to every suck and lick at your clit. he knows how good he’s doing, he knows how to move his tongue just right to get you to shudder and mewl at him. he shakes his head slightly, his tongue pressed against it and moving to get you really spasming. 

“oh, fuck, cal,” you whine, biting down hard on your bottom lip, looking down at him with your eyes half shut. he’d chuckle against you, giving your ass a light smack. he trails that hand in between your legs, joining his tongue and prodding at your entrance. he slips a single finger in, pulling at the rough spongy spot at the front of your walls. you whimper at his movements, grabbing at his blonde hair and pulling slightly. you watch as his eyes send you a pointed look, telling you, you can hold, but you can’t pull. you loosen your grip, still threading your fingers in his hair as you begin to sweat.

you can feel the beads of sweat on your hairline as he ruthlessly alternates between sucking at your clit and licking at it, delicately pumping his finger, always, and roughly, prodding at your g-spot. you feel your legs begin to shake, chest heaving at the warmth spreading in your stomach. it feels like you’re on the ascent of a rollercoaster, being pulled closer and closer to the peak before you’re dropped and sent spiraling into your climax.

he watches everything, moving his hand from your breast and to your hips, pressing his hand to your lower back to keep you sturdy against his mouth. he’s ruthless, pressing his finger into you over and over, always brushing the one spot in you that makes your knees week. his tongue is lapping and sucking at your clit like it’s his last goddamn meal. he watches the way your chest heaves with each breath you take and feeds off every whimper and cry of his name that comes out of your mouth. he knows that the warmth and tingle of his tongue against your clit are absolutely wrecking your brain.

he shakes his head against your clit again, the sensation pulling you to the peak of your climax, before he pulls your clit in his mouth, hard. he sucks, brushing your g-spot just the right way,

“cal,” you gasp, curling your fingers in his hair as your mouth drops open and your eyebrows furrow. you feel the drop in your tummy, the warmth bursting like a firework and sending each endorphin twirling through your body, all the way to your toes that twitch at the euphoria. as you ride your high, calum removes his finger, allowing your release to drip onto his chin, which he laps up with pride. he alternates between a crude slurping of your arousal and licks and pecks at your clit, until you’re shaking above him, gasping for air.

when he knows you’ve fully come down from your high, he starts again, knowing the aftershocks will rattle your body almost as hard as your orgasm did. you’re clawing at his scalp now, unmoving on top of him as your body freezes, shock holding your body. you feel the second wave come after, the aftershock rolling through your stomach with no regard to how you can handle it,

“oh, fucking hell, calum,” you say his full name, dropping your head to the wall behind your bed. he chuckles again, pecking and licking at your clit like he did when you were coming down from your first high. your legs tremble next to his head, his five o’clock shadow scratching at the stretch marks on your inner thighs. your hands are dug so deeply into his hair that you’re worried when you remove them, you’ll accidentally bring along a few strands of hair. he continues to lap at your entrance, sucking down every little bit of cum you have to give him. when he’s finished, he pulls back, with glistening lips and a sweaty chest that shines in the one light on the nightstand. 

“how was that, baby?” he asks. you breathe shakily, nodding. he just chuckles a deep-throated chuckle that sends goosebumps down your back. he uses his grip on your back to flip you to lay on the bed, where he’s hovering over you. his brow is sprinkled with beads of his own sweat, his pupils blown wide and the cold chain he wears around his neck tickles at your sternum, brushing against your burning skin,

“ready for some more?”

i got carried away, AGAIN, so uh, yeah. i just really wanna sit on calum’s face. thanks for coming to my TED talk.

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