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calumsargwife · 7 months
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"You Are In Love"
calum hood x fem!reader
summary: the journey of how you and Calum found out you are in love.
warnings: use of cigarettes and mentions of alcohol, a little bit of bad language (if i let something out let me know!)
word count: 4.7k (damn)
note: well this one is completely based on the song from You Are In Love by Taylor Swift. i know it took a while but here it is, it's the longest i've ever written. i don't know if someone's gonna read this since it's so long but since you guys seemed to like the first one i wrote i decided to post this one. i never wrote something like this, so i hope you like it!! (English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors, sorry!)
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One look, dark room. Meant just for you. Time moved too fast. You play it back. Light-hearted joke. No proof, not much. But you saw enough.
It was one of the many parties that took place at Ashton's house, people gathering for some reason to celebrate. The man honestly loved being the host, always making sure all of his guests were having a good time. The house was in a homely atmosphere (something Ashton always made sure was there), there was a little alcohol involved but nothing too crazy, the music was just the right volume and it was something everyone could dance to. There was good food and probably some fun board game that would make everyone a little more drunk.
It had all started about an hour ago when Calum decided to show up. It was cold, a November night where despite the weeks in advance, you could already feel the Christmas spirit.
Calum would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He was going to see you after the last date you two had. Before knocking on the door of the house, he briefly remembered the last outing that you shared, it was incredible.
After so long Calum had finally dared to confess his feelings for you, one of his best friends in the whole world. And you, who was completely surrendered at the boy's feet, said that you felt the same. You two met five years ago and connected instantly, not knowing how or why but it happened and both of you were so happy, you felt that the time you had with each other was never enough to stop being surprised. Being friends first had given the two of them a kind of comfort like no other.
And that's how it was, in the last few weeks you shared several dates and everything was going great, you already knew each other but with all this that was happening, you learned even more things. Everything was getting more serious and Calum was scared, but he liked it.
Once inside the house, Calum took off his coat and scanned the room looking to meet your eyes, and the moment that happened, he gave you a look that was meant only for you. A look that Calum only saved for when he looked at you. A look that made you blush in the best way.
However, Calum quickly found himself being greeted by his friends. You sighed but didn't complain, you repeated in your mind the moment in which your eyes connected and you couldn't help but feel how your breathing stopped slightly because of those eyes that you had learned to love so much in this last few years.
It all ended up being just a quick glance. The night continued and after a while, you ran into Calum (well, he ran into you). He was wearing a black shirt that accentuated his figure perfectly, you would have loved to take him in your arms at that very moment. He knew that, he had worn this shirt because he knew you would like it.
You met about an hour after Calum had arrived, he was having a good time with his friends but at some point he felt that they were holding him back too much from being able to have a chat with you. 'Who am I kidding?' That was the first thing he thought when he saw you again, Calum had been wanting to talk to you all night. You were turning your back on him while looking at the big city from the balcony of the apartment. You had on a beautiful black silk dress, it left your back bare, something that drove Calum crazy.
"Missing me already?" Calum joked after he finally found you alone "I bet you're getting bored without me." He assured in a teasing tone. He approached you and analyzed you, you were wearing a gold necklace and your nails were painted red, you held a glass with some alcohol. His hand gently brushed your arm and you could feel an electrifying touch that woke up every fiber inside you. You love how he makes you feel.
You rolled your eyes playfully at his very confident statement. "I was getting along pretty well without you, actually." You smiled and looked sincerely into his eyes this time. "I missed you." You could see how his eyes were filled with intrigue at what you had said, waiting for a reconfirmation. "I really did."
Calum smiled sweetly and couldn't help but look away from your beautiful eyes for a second to calm down. He really didn't want to blush right now. "Well, I'm glad. I've been thinking about you all night."
It might seem like a simple thing but it really makes you happy to hear that he thought of you the same way you thought of him. You liked knowing you were on his mind.
Small talk, he drives. Coffee at midnight. The light reflects. The chain on your neck. He says, "Look up". And your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch. But you felt enough.
Of course your night didn't end there. Calum proposed that you spend the night at his house and you immediately said yes. The truth is that the time you had spent at the party had not been enough for you two.
You felt a kind of excitement as Calum drove home. You guys weren't talking much in the car, the background music set the mood perfectly and you didn't need anything to talk about either. Small talk was enough to keep you entertained along the way.
Once at Calum's house, you guys set about relaxing. Still formally dressed, you were sitting in the chair that Calum had located on the terrace of his apartment. A perfect place to look at the stars.
Two cups of coffee at midnight, one for you and one for Calum. Drinking coffee gives you the little hope that you could stay up longer just to spend more time together, because it wasn't enough, it was never enough. You two loved to talk, you always had something to talk about and it never got boring. Maybe at some point you didn't have a topic of conversation, but you guys invented something so you could have an excuse to be together. Because it wasn't enough. Calum didn't know how to explain this insatiable feeling of wanting to always be chatting with you, something that really surprised him since he was normally a person who enjoyed silence.
You smiled sweetly at something Calum had said and looked away from him so you could look at your phone for a few seconds to see the time. It was half past twelve at night, already entering the early morning. You smiled to yourself at the feeling of being calm with the boy you liked.
You were wearing a gold chain with a 'C' charm on it, a cheesy and stupid gift Calum had given you for your birthday a couple of years ago. He could appreciate how it shone in the moonlight.
Speaking of the moon, Calum realized that it was at its highest point. He looked at you and spoke to you softly, since you were still looking at your cell phone. He said "Look up" and you immediately looked up from your device. You settled into the chair with the cup of coffee in your hand and you felt how his shoulder lightly brushed against yours.
And that was it. That was enough to know what you felt.
You can hear it in the silence, silence, you.
Calum was fully focused on the moon, leaving you a perfect view of his profile. The place was silent and you could still clearly hear the feeling that you now knew you had. You were afraid of being stunned by this, but actually, the opposite happened, it was all you wanted to hear.
It was so clear, so loud and so strong. You felt a pressure in your chest, that pressure was just letting you know that what you were feeling was actually true. Your insides were full of heartwarming thoughts in just a second, but you loved every single second of it.
The fact that the place was completely silent and that Calum had no idea what you were thinking about added a bit of fun to all this, if only he knew.
You were completely immersed in this new sensation, which was leaving you completely cut off from all the other things that might be going on around you.
You can feel it on the way home, way home, you
You returned home only the next day in the afternoon, the sky was beginning to darken. After a little argument about Calum wanting to take you home and you saying it wasn't necessary, you were finally making your way home on your own. You wanted to get some air and think about what had been revealed to you last night.
As you walked home you could feel the refreshing air in your hair and in your arms. You clung a little more to Calum's sweatshirt.
And that pressure in your chest came back. You've never liked a sensation so much. You couldn't help but smile in love as you looked at the scenery around you. The night was beginning for some.
You loved him. You loved Calum. You love him.
You just couldn't believe it. The idea of falling in love for you was something that was long gone and not something you expected to find again. You especially didn't expect to fall in love with Calum.
But at the same time you were not surprised. Loving Calum was so easy, he was just perfect. You couldn't not love him. He made it look so easy. And you loved loving him, it was something that just filled you up inside and you were so happy that the person you love is Calum.
You continued walking down what would soon be a dark street. Focusing on the sound of your shoes or how the things you found on the way home reminded you of him. Everything reminded you of him.
You can see it with the lights out, lights out. You are in love, true love. You are in love.
Once you got home you closed the front door and leaned your back against it. You sighed while smiling. The whole room was dark, the lights still not on.
In one of the furniture where you had photos with your friends you came to distinguish your favorite photo of the whole house. It was a photo of you and Calum hugging in front of the stage where he and the boys were going to give their show later. There were hours left for the concert and you took advantage of the moment to take pictures. You smiled to yourself remembering.
God, you are in love.
Morning, his place. Burnt toast, Sunday. You keep his shirt. He keeps his word.
It was a Sunday morning at Calum's house. The night before for the two of you had been magical. The two of you hadn't felt this connection with someone in a long time and you knew it.
You were lying on the bed, giving each other lazy kisses on the lips, on the neck, on the cheeks, on the arms, everywhere. Calum wanted to kiss every inch of you.
Calum sighed and moved slightly away from you. "I'm gonna make us breakfast, okay?" He said to then give you one last kiss on the cheek while inhaling your sweet perfume.
"Okay" You replied with a goofy smile as you watched him go to the kitchen.
A little later you stretched one last time and got out of bed too, looking for something to wear. You looked at one of the shirts Calum wears to train, you decided on a navy blue one.
As you walked to the kitchen you remembered what Calum had told you before you guys fell asleep. "I'll be here in the morning." And he kept his word, he was there. You looked at him before entering the kitchen, he was making coffee and toast for the two of you.
"The coffee smells good." You said as you walk into the kitchen. Brushing his arm with your hand when you passed by.
"I hope it tastes just as good as it smells." He answered with a smile without turning to look at you yet, taking another slice of bread to toast.
You chuckled softly, remembering the times Calum had been disappointed in how his own coffee turned out.
At the sound of your laughter Calum turned and looked at you. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you in his shirt, admiring how well it looked on you. He would be lying if he said he doesn't want that to be his sight every morning. He loved having you in all his everyday things.
"That color suits you." He said admiring you while he wrapped his arms around your waist and left you a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you." You answered while looking away so that your blush is not so obvious.
Calum chuckled very softly, keeping the smile on his face. He tucked one of the hairs that was on your face behind your ear and that made you turn your head to look at him.
Calum couldn't help but get completely lost in your eyes, it was something that completely mesmerized him and he knew it, he always knew it. From the moment he met you, your eyes were what he liked the most about you.
You were also completely lost by him, admiring the details of his face, seeing how there was a slight beard on his jaw, something that you knew he was going to shave later. You analyzed the small freckles around his nose, they had appeared after spending a day in the sun at the beach with his friends.
Then you raised your eyes to his and they stayed that way, looking at each other. Calum absolutely watching every move you made, admiring everything.
You don't know how long you stayed like that until you could smell the burnt smell of toast and Calum's scared face, who broke away from you in a second and immediately went to see the toaster.
A moment later he turned around and looked at you with a pout. "They burned."
Let out a laugh and you approached to give him a kiss on his pout. "We can make pancakes." You proposed with a sweet smile.
Calum smiled, completely melting at your smile. "We can, but none of those cute little eyes of yours when I'm cooking. I don't want burnt pancakes."
And for once, you let go. Of your fears and your ghosts. One step, not much. But it said enough.
Today was the day. 5 Seconds of Summer would release a new song. One that Calum personally wrote. And to say that the boy was nervous was an understatement.
He was feeling very scared for some reason. He didn't understand why. This song was beautiful and he was very proud of it, it was also an extremely vulnerable song that had taken him months to write, he was afraid of looking too fragile in the public eye and that people might not like it.
To be honest, it's a song he wrote for you, although he doesn't know if you were aware of this. The song talked about what it was like to let someone into your heart again and how scared he was to suffer again and to let go of all those ghosts from the past that haunt him.
God, he was nervous.
The boys had proposed to meet up for the launch, but Calum declined, declaring that this time he'd rather stay at his house with you by his side.
You two were sitting on the terrace of Calum's house. He was smoking a cigarette for the nerves and you were having some vanilla tea (it was your favorite and Calum had bought it especially for you). His leg was bobbing up and down as a sign of his current anxiety. You put your hand on his thigh wanting him to stop and you looked at him with a little tenderness.
"Cal, what's going on? You've been very nervous for the last few hours." My God, Calum hated how well you could read him.
He never talks about this, with anyone. Talking about his feelings is something he struggles with a lot, always in the end transforming what happens to him into songs. But Calum knew that talking about this with you was the right thing to do, knowing that if he wants to be with you then he has to start trusting you with these kinds of things.
"It's just... It's been a while since I wrote something like that, y'know... I know I always write about past experiences but this song is about the two of us and I don't know..." Calum sighed trying to collect his thoughts. "I guess I'm afraid of looking weak in front of everyone, I guess, I don't know..." It made him angry that he couldn't tell you exactly what he was thinking, he didn't know what he was feeling at that moment.
"Calum, the song you wrote is great, it's vulnerable, yes, but that makes it even more meaningful. I think that's going to make people like it more, you know?" You caressed his leg in search of being able to give him comfort.
"I know, I know..." Calum prepared himself for what he was going to say, it seemed to him something very stupid and meaningless but he knew it was necessary. He took another drag on his cigarette and turned so he could look you in the eye. "I think it scares me that once you know how I really feel you're going to run from me." He explained with a slightly shaky voice.
You couldn't help feeling how your heart softened for him. You brought your hand to his cheek and he leaned into it. You felt him visibly relax at your touch. "That's not gonna happen and you know it, right?"
He nodded as he studied your face with those sweet brown eyes of his. Calum didn't tell you but he really felt a weight less on his shoulders. He could feel how he was getting closer and closer to a certain feeling that he had been avoiding for a long time.
"I don't want to write a heartbroken song about you."
You kiss on sidewalks. You fight and you talk.
Calum loved walking with you down the street. Unlike his past relationships, this time he was not afraid to go out with you and show how much he liked you, he is not ashamed and wants to show the world who he's with.
But at the same time he wants to protect you, he doesn't like how public his life can be sometimes. He liked the feeling of his hands rubbing against yours when you are walking down a street with a lot of people, he liked having something just for him and that no one else can take it away from him.
His favorite part is when you're finally on some empty sidewalk and he can finally kiss you freely, he's dying to kiss you anywhere, but he knows that if he wants everything to remain as private as it is now, then he has to take certain precautions.
However, this has brought several discussions in the relationship.
"Why are you so angry?" Calum asked once he closed the door to his apartment, you glared at him a few feet from him.
"It annoys me that every time we walk into a room with the least amount of people, you immediately let go of my hand as if I were some kind of plague!" You knew why Calum was doing it but at the same time you couldn't help but get frustrated. Sometimes you wish Calum wasn't a public figure.
"I don't treat you like you're a plague! I just want to keep things between us!" Calum was frowning and breathing heavily.
"I understand that you want to have your private life but sometimes I feel that you exceed yourself! You don't want anyone to see us at all and it's tiring me!" You felt like a fool wanting to cry about this, but you couldn't help but make your eyes go glassy with anguish.
Calum sighed before answering, thinking about what he was going to tell you. The other day you guys had a fight over the exact same issue before going into a party. "If you know why I do it then why are you angry?!" He yelled at you, feeling how anger began to enter his body.
"Because sometimes it seems like you're ashamed of me!" You angrily yelled at him all your frustrations, trying to make him understand.
"You know that's not how I feel." He stated with a rather serious tone, you've never heard him talk like that.
"I would know how you feel if you would just tell me!" You are not going to deny that you felt a weight less after saying that. Calum always had trouble expressing his feelings but with such crucial things it was important that he tell you.
He clenched his jaw. "Are you always going to reproach me for the same thing? You know it's something I'm working on! It's not easy and yet you keep insisting!" Calum ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
"Of course I'm going to keep insisting if I don't see any change! It's always the same, I have to pressure you to tell me what's wrong with you and I don't want it to be like that anymore." You ran your hand under your eyeliner to wipe away a stubborn tear that had escaped. "I feel that you don't trust me to tell me your things and I don't know what I have to do anymore..." Now your face was covered by tears in a matter of seconds.
Calum completely collapsed seeing you cry. He quickly approached you and took your head in his hands to kiss your hair and then snuggle you against his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you're right, sorry." He gave you small kisses on the temple in search of giving you comfort. "I'm sorry, you're right."
One night he wakes. Strange look on his face. Pauses, then says. 'You're my best friend'. And you knew what it was. He is in love.
It was another one of the nights where Calum stayed the night at your house. You two were asleep in your bed, snuggled up to each other, him being that natural warmer that he is.
Calum was lying on your chest, you were cuddling lying on your bed. About an hour ago he had fallen asleep after a tiring day in the studio with the boys. You, on the other hand, weren't sleepy, so you stayed on your phone, fooling around on social media.
Suddenly, you felt how he moved over you and how he began to wake up.
Calum moved off of you to lie next to you, he had a weird look on his face, you were trying to figure out what he was thinking.
Then he looked at you. "You're my best friend."
And you knew, you knew what was happening to him. He was in love. In love with you.
"You're my best friend too, Cal." You smiled sweetly at him and he could feel how he melted, your smiles always killed him in the best way. You put your hand on his jaw and brought him in for a sweet, passionate kiss, making sure it was one that would take his breath away.
"You're going to kill me one day." Calum hid his smile against your arm and blushed. You laughed and stroked his curls tenderly.
You can hear it in the silence, silence, you. You can feel it on the way home, way home, you. You can see it with the lights out, lights out. You are in love, true love.
It was days later where Calum was returning from the studio to his house, he was driving and found himself stuck in traffic. Too distracted thinking about you to be bothered by the number of cars.
You guys hadn't seen each other all week due to your respective jobs and he couldn't miss you more. It was night and not having the lights on inside the car made everything dark, his mind was too busy to put on music, so he enjoyed the silence there was.
Not getting you out of his head, he started humming your favorite song. Giving little taps on the steering wheel to the beat of the music.
And that's when it hit him.
"Oh, shit." Calum stopped everything he was doing to focus on what he was thinking.
He couldn't help but think a 'really?'. Hell, he hadn't felt this in a long time.
Unconsciously his heart began to race. His head was going a thousand an hour and the only thing that appeared in his mind was your name.
He couldn't believe what he was feeling. A kind of pressure settled in his chest and he loved it. Calum couldn't help but smile as he ran his hands over his face and tried to hide the smile he had, even though no one was there to see it.
"I love her. I fucking love her." Calum declared as he looked out the window, the car in silence after his confession. He felt himself blushing even though no one had told him anything and how he had an incredible desire to see you.
And for the first time in his entire life, after so many broken hearts and failed relationships, Calum wasn't afraid to love. He didn't feel that irreparable fear that something was going to go wrong, he felt love, true love.
He used to be scared, so, so scared. Fear that leaving another relationship will leave him completely destroyed and without any hope of ever being loved again. Calum always had that feeling that perhaps he was destined to be alone, believing that this had been proven after so many situations in his past.
But everything changed when you arrived. From the first moment your eyes met, he knew that you had come to change his life. You became the light of his life in just a second and that scared him at first. But he didn't care, he thought if he had to have his heart broken for you then so be it. However, now he knew that it would not be like that, you were not going to leave and he knew that you were going to take care of his heart perfectly like no one had ever done before.
Calum was sure you were meant to be together.
Because he was in love.
And he wanted to believe in love for once.
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sinning5sos · 7 months
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“you’re so full of yourself”
“no, baby, you’re so full of >me<“
with calum please I’m a whore for him
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Cocky | Calum
Requested: Yes! Amen.
Word Count: ~2,100
Smut:  softdom!cal, oral, rough sex, doggy aftercare <3
Calum was driving the two of you back to his apartment, his fingers lightly grazing your thigh as his other hand held the wheel. It was quiet.
You weren’t sure exactly what you did, but when you tried to kiss Calum just a bit ago as the two of you got into the car, he turned his cheek to you. He wouldn’t let you kiss him when he was going to punish you later, so as soon as that happened. You knew.
You fucked up.
You were eager though. Calums night of punishments usually led to a lazy morning followed by sweet, slow sex with breakfast after. Plus, you loved being punished. You were Calums little whore when it was the two of you.
He hummed along quietly to a song playing from the speaker, and you captured his hand in yours and pulled the back of his hand up to your lips. You pressed a gentle kiss there, and he chuckled as he glanced at you, then back at the road.
“Don’t think you can fix it now Princess.” He murmured and you suppressed a smile as you let his hand fall back to your thigh. You loved his sweet touches, but you loved his rough fucks. 
The engine idled as he pulled into the driveway, and he released your thigh to turn the car off.
“Go ahead and go inside for me. Up to our room.” He instructed, leaning across the console to kiss your cheek. You nodded as you pushed out of the car, nearly tripping over your own feet as you unlocked the front door and went straight into the shared bedroom. 
With any nights like these, Calum always wanted you to strip down for him before he got in. He claimed it was because it built up the anticipation. You liked to joke back that it was because he was lazy.
That usually earned you some spankings or orgasm denial, just depended on his mood that day.
You stripped out of your dress and other clothes, and sat at the edge of the bed when he finally walked in. He shut the door behind him, and unbuttoned his sleeves as he stood in front of you.
“You were running your mouth an awful lot at game night tonight.” He muttered, his hands moving down to the clasp of his belt and you bit down on your tongue as you watched him undo it. He removed it in one swoop and pointed down in front of him. You nodded and quickly fell into position, on your knees and he moved behind you to tie your hands behind your back.
“Making quick little jokes to our friends. I think the one that caught my attention the most was that you were the one in charge in the bedroom.” Calum teased, and you felt your cheeks flush as you hadn’t realized he heard you. You had been chatting with your friends while the guys were grabbing refills, and made an innocent joke that you were the dominant one within your relationship.
“That’s right Princess, I heard that little comment. Nothing to say now?” He asked as he cocked his brow and moved back in front of you. You shook your head and eagerly pushed up off your thighs so you were closer to him.
“Good girl. Can I push you a little tonight?” He murmured, his thumb catching your jaw as he tilted your head up to look at him. You licked your lips, feeling your cunt start to drip in anticipation as you nodded.
“That’s my good girl. So hot for me, being on your knees.” He praised, and you smiled up at him as he unzipped his pants. He pushed them down slightly then he bent to press a rough kiss against yours and nipped your bottom lip as he pulled away, whispering, “Remember our word.”
Calum pulled his cock out, and pumped himself a few times before bringing it to your mouth. You opened and accepted him without complaint, and swirled your tongue around his tip. He moaned quietly and let you suck him off for a bit. You bobbed your head along his length, taking what you could and doing the best you can without using your hands.
“Breathe,” He instructed, and you took a deep breath in. He wound his hands in your hair, his fingers becoming tangled in as he started to grind his hips into you. He pressed in deeply, deeper than usual and you gagged for a second as you willed your throat to relax around him. As you choked on his cock, a victorious moan fell from his lips as his head fell back in pleasure. 
He rocked his hips slightly, now facefucking you and you looked up at him through watery eyes and adored how serene he looked. His eyes were shut tight, his lips parted and a quiet whimper fell out. He bit down on his lip then caught your gaze, and smiled down at you. He pulled out, your spit following as you were able to take a deep breath.
“So fucking hot for me. You like it when I facefuck you, don’t you?”
“Oh yes Calum. But I like when you fuck me more in my wet pussy.”
“Such a filthy mouth. I’ll have to fuck that out of you,” He murmured, and you giggled as he helped lift you up so you were now standing. He kissed you once again, his fingers tangling in your hair again as he helped back you up onto the bed. Your hands, still restrained by his belt, attempted to brace your fall onto the bed. 
“I thought about tying your legs up too, but I love it much more when you can be my flexible little slut,” He whispered in your ear as he climbed on top of you, “Can you do that for me?”
You nodded as you raised your legs in front of him, and he pushed down on your inner thighs. There was a slight burn, but he ran his hands up to your ankles, now as high as his shoulders and kissed the inside of your leg.
“Actually, I want your hands free too. Turn to the side real quick,” He instructed. You rolled to the right and he undid the belt loop and let it fall to the side of the bed as he pushed you back down onto the bed. 
“Fuck me Cal,” You whispered, and he chuckled as he dragged his fingers along your folds and then brought his hand up to his mouth.
“So fucking wet, and all you did was suck me off?” He teased, and you nodded as you stroked his cock for a second. 
He pushed inside of you, all thoughts coming to a stop at how he filled you. You breathed out as he started rocking his hips and moaned as he found the rhythm you loved.
“It feels so fucking good,” You whimpered and he chuckled as he placed his one hand on the inside of your thigh and pushed your leg further back, and his other leg gripped one of your boobs. Calum hungrily kissed you, his teeth mashed against yours and you giggled as you pulled your head back slightly.
“God who kisses like that?” You teased him, knowing that it could result in another punishment but you craved it.
“Please, you fucking love it.” Calum muttered. You rolled your eyes at him, and scratched your nails down his back. He moaned out lightly, before reaching down to kiss you again, but you turned your head at the last second.
“You are so full of yourself, aren’t you?” You whispered to him, and he chuckled.
“No but baby, you’re so full of me right now.” He murmured, his nose nudging yours and you giggled.
“Yeah, I love how your cock fills me Calum.” You breathed out, and he nodded.
“That’s what I thought Princess. Now don’t try to get an attitude again or I’ll have to teach you another lesson. Now get on your hands and knees for me.” 
You quickly followed his instructions after he pulled out, and turned your body over on the bed. You arched your back into the air, and he caressed the curve of your spine as he lifted your ass higher into the air.
“That’s a good girl for me.” He breathed out, and you smiled as you wiggled your ass slightly in front of him. He let out a quiet chuckle, then slapped your ass. You hummed at the contact, feeling his fingertips sting even after his hand was gone. 
He pushed you down further into the bed, your mouth falling open as he slammed back inside of you and you moaned loudly. 
“Still so full of me, aren’t you?” He muttered, his knee coming up beside your hips as he adjusted his position. You whimpered as you attempted a response, and he chuckled again.
“No response?”
“Fucking me too good,” You mumbled into the sheets, and you turned your head as best you could to see him smiling.
“Bet no one else fucks you like I do,” 
You couldn’t form a response, but reached your hand back to tap the outside of his thigh on the left side. A quick little three taps, y e s , and Calum gripped your hair in his hand as he pulled back roughly. Your neck was exposed to the wall, and he bent over your body to wrap his other hand around your neck. He tucked his three middle fingers into your mouth, forcing you to gag on them as he continued fucking you.
“Good fucking girl,” He grunted and your moans were shallow as your were pushed further down into the bed, “Keep taking my cock so well. You gonna cum soon?” 
“Mmm,” You whimpered around his fingers and Calum pulled his fingers out and nudged you to respond properly, “Yes Cal, I want you to cum inside of me too,”
“Fuck,” He groaned as his hands gripped your hips. He continued fucking you, his fingertips digging into your skin as your orgasm started to crash over you. Your thighs shook as you turned your head into the bed, and cried out.
“Such a good girl for me, just hold on,” He murmured as he continued fucking out his own orgasm, and you felt him cum inside of you. You hummed as he pulled out and turned your head to see behind you, loving the way that his cum dripped out from your cunt.
“What a sight,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of your ass and you wiggled your ass slightly in front of his face. He ran his hand up your ass, along your back as he moved around the bed. He cupped your cheeks and pulled your face to his and kissed you deeply.
“I love you,” He murmured, and you lazily hummed as you kissed him again.
“I love you,” You whispered and watched as he walked into the bathroom for a moment, then returned with a washcloth. He pressed the warm rag to your pussy, and cleaned up the mess that he made while you sat there contently.
His fingers slowly dragged along the outside of your cunt, and down your thighs and inner legs. He hummed quietly with each gentle swipe and threw the rag into the hamper by the closet.
“Lay down baby,” He prompted, and you nodded as you let your legs fall out beneath you. You felt the slight burn from being stretched earlier and from holding that position, but you loved that burn. You brought your arms underneath your head to support it and turned to keep watching him move around the room. He lit a candle, your favorite one, and you breathed in the scent deeply as you felt your body relaxing so quickly.
He grabbed your lotion from the bedside table, and straddled your lower back as he rubbed the lotion into your hands. His palms pushed down onto your shoulder blades as they massaged down your arms. He then scooted himself down and applied more lotion to your back, then your ass, then down your legs to your feet.
“Go ahead and sleep baby, I’m going to write for a bit,” He murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead as he walked around the bed again.
“You wore me out,” You whispered, still lying facedown on the bed, your eyelids starting to droop. 
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riya-kaur · 5 months
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calum thomas hood
cw: soft/fluffy calum!
kiss me.
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"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.
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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"
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a/n: this is a reupload from my old account! ♡
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hopeyblogs · 1 year
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Incorrect quotes:
something to fill the mood
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Rowan: Can you help me with something?
You: Sure what's going on?
Rowan: You
You: ??
Xavier: How long is this gonna last
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You: Rowan. Be my date to the Rave'n
Rowan: Um
You: I'm not asking.
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You: Rowan. What time do you wake up?
Rowan: Around 5 a.m
Xavier: He wakes up when his asthma asks him to
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Rowan (practicing telekinesis by lifting a book)
You: I wish he could lift me up to his bed
Xavier: HEY ROWAN PICK SOMEONE UP!
You: NO!
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Xavier: Can you explain how your powers are stronger other times??
Rowan: Statistically. My telekinesis is powered by my emotions. Usually by anger.
You (googling "How do i make someone angry")
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Rowan (going down to the Nightshades Library and ripping a piece of paper)
You: Just steal the book dumbass
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Xavier: Wednesday is hot. What about you?
You: Rowan is hot when he's angry
Enid (growling):
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Rowan (pumping his inhaler)
Xavier: Is that vape?
You: Cocaine.
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Rowan: Coach! Coach! She tripped tripped me!
Bianca: It's a fight.
Later
Bianca: Why'd you tripped me?!
You: It's a fight.
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Rowan (trying to control his powers)
You: Can you choke me with your power?
Rowan (pumping his inhaler aggressively)
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msmoony7 · 2 months
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hey!! can you please do a fic with calum hood, maybe enemies to lovers and reader is the bands photographer or something like that (it’s okay if you don’t want to🫶🏼🫶🏼)
Love your work!!
note: hope u like it! I haven't written for 5sos yet AND i’ve never written enemies to lovers so i hope it’s good and enemy-y angsty enough. also pretend the first stop was LA and that the tour was six weeks idk how long it actually was this is just what i imagined for my little fanon fic LMAO. I kinda left this on a cliffhanger. Maybe part 2 soon??
calum hood x reader
word count: 1.84k
You wake up to the sun peeking through the cracks in your bedroom curtains. Although the weather on this day is perfect, your mood was anything but, and you wake up feeling sour. Today, you are presented with the difficult task of joining the band 5 Seconds of Summer as their tour photographer. You’ve been photographing artists for years now and it has truly become your passion. Whether it’s following an artist on your, or taking album art, you are living your dream with every picture you take.  
That’s not where the difficulty lies. You know that you’re capable of doing your job and doing it well. The difficulty lies within the band. The name of that difficulty being the band’s bassist, Calum Hood. By now, you have a long history with the band. They first invited you to join them on the Take My Hand tour last year. You quickly became good friends with Luke, Ashton, and Michael. But for some reason, Calum just could not stand to be near you. Many days and nights were spent bickering between the two of you. Arguments would come up, about your creative direction and other bullshit he brought up, leaving you no choice to fight back, creating a lasting vendetta between the pair of you. 
Of course, he made your job difficult as well. When photographing him onstage, he would mess with you and your work. Sometimes getting up in front of the camera and in your face, sometimes not letting you take any photos of him at all. And once offstage, he wouldn’t even look in your direction. Wouldn’t even address you. Despite this, your work speaks for itself and you received a message from Luke inviting you to join them again on this year's tour, The 5sos Show.  
It’s been weeks since you got the tour invitation, and months since you’ve last seen the band. All the time in the world couldn’t prepare you for six weeks on the road with Calum Hood. What he had against you, you may never know. What you do know is that as long as he presents this dislike towards you, you will be doing the same right back at him. 
Was putting yourself through all this stress worth it? You ponder for a moment when you wake up, but ultimately decide you made the right choice. You are set to meet up with the band and crew this evening before you set out on the road together, marking the start of the long six weeks ahead. You put on some music and start packing your suitcase. 
After a while, you’re happy with everything in your suitcase and zip it up. Living out of a suitcase was difficult, but you’ve had prior experience so you know the do’s and don'ts of packing. You pack your backpack, carry on, and your camera supplies and before you know it, the day is behind you and it’s time to converge with the band. You call an uber to take you to the address Luke gave you and you’re on your way. 
Traffic isn’t too bad, so you make it to the address quicker than you would have liked. The crew is already there, but the band is nowhere to be seen. You help yourself onto the bus and begin putting your things in your designated area. You feel the bus shift as someone steps on. Before you can turn around, you can already tell who is walking up behind you. 
“Well, what do we have here?” you hear a sarcastic voice say behind you. You turn around and lock eyes with the bassist. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a green 5sos sweatshirt. He looks adorable and cozy, and you hate him for being so gorgeous and so annoying all at the same time. 
“Not even the first day of the tour and we’re already fighting, are we?” you spit back at him. 
“Seems that way,” he replies before scurrying off to whatever hole he’s gonna bury himself in until he needs to be found again. 
The rest of the boys slowly scatter onto the bus, and your meetings with them go better than yours with Calum. Everyone picks out their bunks and once everyone is settled onto the bus, the driver begins driving to the first stop on the road and you allow yourself to fall asleep for the night. 
You wake up to the sound of fighting. It takes you a few seconds to shake off your grogginess before you hear two voices shouting back and forth at each other from the other end of the bus. 
“You can’t keep acting like this!” you can hear Luke yell. 
“Sure I can! I can't stand her being here and I’m not going to pretend I do.”
“Whatever, man. Do what you want, I give up. Just don’t come complaining when it comes to bite you in the ass.”
You can hear them shuffling around the bus as you stay hidden behind your curtain. Although your hatred for Calum was mutual, you couldn’t help but let a tear fall down your cheek as you lay in your bunk, thinking about everything you’ve had to endure from him in the past and will have to in the future on this tour. You are tired of feeling like this. Feeling beat down by him and his words, his actions. Now, you’re determined to get to the bottom of his hatred for you. You wipe away your tears, jump out of bed, and get ready for the day. 
Tonight is the first night of the tour at The Kia Forum in Los Angeles. You’re excited. After all, you do love your job. You decide that the best way to get through the tour is to ignore Calum and his antics. 
The day goes by quickly. The opening band is onstage and you’ve successfully avoided Calum the entire day. You grab all your camera equipment so you have it ready to go when the boys go onstage. 
Calum sneaks up behind you, bass in hand. “Where’ve you been, y/n? Haven’t seen you all day, it’s almost like you’re ignoring me. You wouldn’t do that though, would you?”
“For the love of god, fuck off. Get away from me.” You huff at him while grabbing your camera and walking towards the side stage. The lights go off and he shoots you a wink before walking onstage. You push all this out of your head and get in front of the stage and start taking photos of the boys. 
The night goes as well as you could have expected given your circumstances. You get some good photos of the boys. Calum was his usual self. This time around, he decided that whenever you got too close to him, he would turn around, making sure that you don’t get photos of his face or his instrument. Despite this, you do get some good photos of him. In all honesty, you think this is some of your best work. Calum looks really good. Even if you can’t see his face.
The boys all run offstage after the encore, high off of the energy from the gig. You shoot them a congratulations and you can see Calum heading in the opposite direction of you. Typical, you think. 
The next stop of the tour wasn’t for another two days, so the boys are having a party to celebrate the tour kicking off. You follow Luke, Ashton, and Michael and see that the party is already in motion. Calum’s already at the bar grabbing a drink and your body moves before you can think and all of the sudden, you’re sitting next to him. 
“What do you want,” he mutters sharply, not even looking up from his drink.
“How’d you know it was me?”
“Vodka cran,” he says to the bartender and nods at you. “I swear, whenever you get within ten feet of me I can feel my blood pressure rising,” he says in defeat as he gets up from his seat.
“Where’re you going? I thought we were finally getting along.”
“Back to the bus before I say something I’ll regret.”
And with that, he disappears out the door, leaving you confused as the bartender hands you your drink. 
“I don’t know what his issue is,” you confess to Luke once you find him later that night. An hour or two has passed since you last saw Calum and you’re feeling tipsy from the alcohol. 
“I wish I could tell you, y/n. I really wish I could. But we have no idea why he’s like this. We all love you and we love your work, I don’t know why he has it out for you.”
“Yeah, I don’t know. If I’m honest, I’m getting to my breaking point. I don’t think I can handle it anymore.”
“Want us to talk to him?” Luke says with concern written on his face. You can tell him and the other boys genuinely do care about you. It makes you feel good knowing that you have people to fall back on in this drama. 
“Thanks, but I think I’m actually gonna go speak to him now. I’m just tired of it and I need answers now.”
“Well, good luck. Let us know how it goes.”
You say bye to everyone at the party and you leave to find Calum and get some long awaited answers for yourself. The walk to the bus is not far and as you’re approaching, you see Calum sitting on a bench outside, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the sky. He hears your footsteps on the ground and groans when he realizes it’s you. 
“Following me now, are you?” 
“Oh shut up, will you?” you say as you steal the cigarette from his hand, taking a drag before handing it back to him. “You’re an ass, you do know that, right?”
“What do you think, y/n.”
“I wanna know why.”
“Why what?”
“What do you think, Calum? You’ve never liked me. I’ve done nothing wrong. I literally can’t do this anymore, I don’t know what to do!”
He sits and thinks for a minute, leaving the two of you in silence. You stare at him as he stares at the ground ahead of him, waiting for a response. A minute goes by, then two. No response. 
“Are you gonna answer me?” you yell. Still, no response. “Whatever, I’m done. Bye.” You say as you get up. You start walking in the direction of the tour bus when you feel him grab your arm and turn you around. Before you realize what’s going on, his lips crash into yours. At first, you don’t know what to do and you stand there frozen. He pulls away and just stares at you, and you stare right back. 
“That an answer enough for you?” he says to you. 
“Oh will you just shut up?” you say as you cusp his cheeks, pulling him towards you once more.
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bartxnhood · 1 year
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need you now | c.h
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calum hood x reader
summary: calum wonders if you think about him as much as he thinks about you.
part two to this. but can be read alone
warnings: angst, drinking, smoking, language, but happy ending !
a/n: everyone give my friends in slaysos gc a round of applause for helping create this masterpiece. hope you guys live this as much as i do. also i’m not a party person, literally never been and don’t plan so if i get some things wrong, oh well. this is pure fiction LMAO enjoy !
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“hey, it’s y/n. sorry, i missed your call, leave a message after the beep. bye!”
“hey, uh, it’s me, just been thinking about everything tonight and i don’t know… i just miss you so much. call me when you can. bye.”
calum was a tragedy. every night he would be out partying or at a bar. since the breakup, his addiction to partying had only gotten worse. he couldn’t remember much in the past two months. he had been partying so much, it was killing him. he’d call you when he was blackout drunk some nights, confessing how badly he had messed up and how he regrets everything. other nights, when he isn’t so drunk, he’d still call, apologizing for the drunk calls.
he was spiraling down a deep dark alley, and if he didn’t fix himself now, he’d never see the light again.
he didn’t know he continued to party and drink so much. but, he continued without thinking about the consequences. even if he knew how bad he was under the influence.
some nights were worse than others.
one night it got very out of hand.
it had been hours since the party had started and calum had one too many like he usually does but tonight was different. he was angry. angry at himself for letting you slip from his hands, angry he treated you like gum on the bottom of his shoe when he should’ve treated you like the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
they were hearing the same sappy story about how he regrets everything. luckily, everyone had left before his breakdown happened.
luke sat with his head hung, rubbing his temples. “calum, you’ve had too much. cmon man. just go to bed and we will clean up. it’s almost five a.m”
“oh fuck off, luke. you try to act like this savior but in reality, you just ruin everyone’s lives.” he belted, throwing the infamous red solo cup at him, and letting the drink spill. “cal, someone is here for you” someone said, standing at the patio door.
his eyes shot up, “is it her? is it y/n?”
“i don’t think so”
his eyes fell, of course, it wasn’t you. you swore off parties and hadn’t attended one since halloween. but when he saw miya appear, rage encapsulated him. “now why in the hell are you here?!”
she looked the same as she did that night they met when miya tried to make a move on him that few parties you didn’t show up to. of course, it hit a nerve. and so, he was yelling at her for even thinking about showing up. “cal, you’re being a bit over dramatic, dont ya think?” he hand trailed over his shoulder blade but he pushed her off. “don’t you touch me. you know what you did.”
it was getting out of hand now, calum was screaming his lungs out at miya while she just stood there, finally luke called the one person he knew who would help. you.
“hey, y/n, i’m sorry it’s so late…well early but calum is drunk, very drunk. can you come to get him? he’s causing a scene.”
“what? oh, jesus christ. yeah, i’ll be there in ten” you shut off your phone, immediately hopping out of bed and finding the closest hoodie and sweatpants then running out of your apartment.
your heart was racing, the drive was a blur. trying to get there as fast as you could to prevent another fight. of course, you still loved him. you were still in love with him, currently. you listen to every message he ever left on your phone.
your inbox was full of them.
you heard every heartfelt confession, every drunk apology, each sober apology.
of course, you still loved him.
you never stopped.
“thank you for coming.” luke swung the door open letting you slip inside, then walked through the trashed house. “he’s back here.” you looked through the patio doors, seeing where he was pointing, and then you spotted him, with her. miya. everything froze in time, luke was no longer there, and everyone else disappeared.
you pushed the door to the side, stepping over crushed cans and cups to his side. “calum?” your voice was small, not sure how he was responding to your sudden appearance if he’d lash out at you or fall silent and walk away.
he picked his head up, eyes locking with yours. calum stops whatever nonsense he was doing, which by context clues, you could guess he was having another drunken tantrum. he stares at you in disbelief, was this happening? are you actually standing in front of him? was he dreaming?
“y/n?”
he says your name and you ask him "cal, what's going on?" and his eyes glaze over a little bit just from hearing the concern in your voice. it was genuine concern, any drunk person could see it. not just him.
he only blinks in response, trying to figure out the situation. he just can't believe you're there at his party after you have sworn them off and it's for HIM. not anywhere else, but his house. he repeats, “y/n” a few times before his arms are wrapped around you and holding you tightly. he couldn’t let you slip away again.
you just let it happen and hug him back saying, "hey i'm here it'll be okay" and trying to calm him down. despite your best efforts, he pulls away looking at you. taking everything in. but you saw everyone staring at the two of you. including miya, who looked like she had a lot to say in the moment. you saw the anger burning in her eyes and hid her chest turned red.
you saw luke who was about to say something, so you put your hand out to stop him shaking your head silently.
you knew calum was feeling bad, so you opted to take him upstairs. “hey why don't we get you upstairs and into bed?" you gently held his arm and that calms him down. he let you lead him inside, away from the party. you stop to talk to one of the boys on your way in explaining you're gonna take him to bed.
“thank you for calling me. i’ll get him situated and come back to help you clean up.”
so you take him upstairs, trying your best to hold him up. calum was mumbling incoherent words as you guided him to the bed. and after doing the usual drunken cleaning up and caring for him like you used to, you took a step back. anxiety consuming your body, and confusion. but, thankful his friends called you.
you’ve read stories in articles about his nonstop parties, and the drunk scenes he made. he was a wreck. but, that’s how he was coping. you, on the other hand, have been the opposite, staying in every night watching sappy movies, crying yourself to sleep most nights, losing an appetite, and making excuses not to see sierra or crystal. isolation was the only way you could cope.
standing at the side of the bed, looking down at calum who was in an out of consciousness you begin to rub the bridge of your nose out of anxiety. your heart was racing, at loss for what to do. calum opens his eyes and sees this and starts getting upset again. he feels guilty that you had to go to another party for him, he rubs his eyes before speaking, “you shouldn’t have come. y’hate parties”. you drop your hands, “i had to. i was worried.” he saw it in your eyes, you were being genuine. “you’re scaring me, cal” by now, tears began pooling in your eyes, you took a breather trying to calm yourself.
knowing he's extremely drunk and emotional, you try to get him to bed without admitting to anything or saying something you don't actually mean. “scaring you?” he breathed, watching as you tossed his shoes to the floor. “yes. you’re killing yourself. im not just gonna sit by a key you do that”. maybe you were being a bit too emotional now, so you looked away trying to get your thoughts in order and finish getting him ready for bed. if he decides to sleep.
once you get him situated you left the room for a bottle of water. he probably wouldn’t notice you were missing. no one was left except luke and ashton, picking up the litter from the party. they all looked up in your direction hoping for any news but you just shook your head and left it at that.
you returned, half opening the bottle and sitting it next to him. calum is kinda staring at you in awe. he says "you’re always the one taking care of me and i never deserved it. you deserved so much better than me." knowing he's extremely drunk and emotional you didn’t let it get to you.
you look down chewing on the inside of your cheek. don’t let him do this to you, y/n. you kept thinking, he was drunk he didn’t mean anything. you stand up to leave, wanting to go home and scream into your pillow because he misses you so much. he reached for your hand, holding it so carefully, and spoke "stay with me.” you freeze, turning your head and you look torn so he adds "please? just tonight." while looking into your eyes and looking desperate.
so, you stayed. laying on the opposite side of calum, you heard his breath steady assuming he was finally going to sleep. until you heard “i love you.” you had only hoped that if you were still he’d leave it alone and would just go to sleep. but he continued. “when i left that morning, i didn’t stop. i never did. you’re my whole world, and i hate the person i’ve become. i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, but i screwed it up.” your heart was racing, picking at your nails you felt him shuffle next to you. “you were the best thing i’ve ever had and i let you go. ‘m sorry. you can hate me. i understand.” you waited a bit, but that was the last thing he said for the night.
you end up leaving before he wakes up, it was breaking daylight by now and you didn’t want to be there when he woke up. before leaving, you stood above him he looks so peaceful. naturally, you bent down and pressed the softest kiss on his forehead then exited the room. so, by eight a.m you were gone. on the way home, you have a small breakdown realizing the love was still there, and seeing him so vulnerable made your heart ache. but, you kept reminding yourself he was drunk. he probably didn’t even mean half the words he said.
later in the day, you had just finished your meeting now standing in your kitchen fixing a cup of coffee, until you were interrupted by a rhythmic knock. you sat the cup on your counter and walked over. but when you opened the door, calum was the last person you were expecting. “hey.” he said, stuffing his hands into his jacket. you stepped back, then saying “why are you here?” calum looked around. you hadn’t changed anything since he left. he didn’t know why you would change anything, but he expected at least something out of place. he shrugged, “i just wanted to thank you for last night, and everything.” you sighed, “come in” you stepped to the side and let him enter, then closed the door behind him. “do you want some coffee?” he sat down on the sofa, where the last fight happened. ouch.
“sure.” he answered, looking around the room. you came back with a black mug and handed it to him, and took your seat across from him.
his comment was abrupt. “i meant what i said, you know.” you looked up from your coffee, to meet with his eyes already looking at you. “what?” you blinked, placing the mug on the table. “last night. everything, i meant it. from me still loving you, to wanting ti spend the rest of my life with you. i meant every word.” he was being sincere, he held eye contact as he spoke and didn’t break it once. truthfully, you didn’t know what to say. the situation wasn’t ideal, and to be honest with yourself you knew you still loved him. “calum..” you finally spoke, followed by a long sigh and dropping your head into your hands.
“then why do you continue to do this? you’re drinking yourself to death, cal. how can i trust that you won’t do it all over again, even if i want to work this out?” calum contemplates, he sits back on the sofa searching for the right words. "i get drunk to forget the color of your eyes and the way your hair falls and how soft your skin is and the way your smile makes me feel; but it seems like the alcohol can't change my memory of you." he sets his mug down before saying, “i do it because it’s the only way i know how to cope and i know it isn’t the best way, but it’s all i know.” you crossed your arms, chewing on your lip. “and if that isn’t enough just tell me, and i’ll leave for good and you can go back to hating me.”
“i don’t hate you, calum. i was hurt. i could never hate you. not after everything we’ve been through” you rebutted. his eyes lit up. “you don’t hate me?” “no, i don’t. i could never hate you, cal” you saw him carefully reach for you hand and you let him. “y/n, i promise i’ll never do that again. i love you more than you’ll know. so please, just one more try?”
four months, three days, one hour.
that’s approximately how long it’s been since the wedding. since the day you both said ‘i do’ .
one year, four weeks, two days.
since he was at your doorstep apologizing for everything he had ever done to you.
you give him another chance, and it was the best thing you’ve done. he promised to love and cherish you forever. and he did exactly that.
the patio was decorated with fairy lights, faint music coming from inside and the two of you dancing to the music. he was humming quietly to the song, which was your first dance at the reception. “you know what?” he said to you.
“what?”
his hand on your back held you tighter. “you’re my favorite person, y/n.” he felt you chuckled softly, pulling your head from his chest. “yeah?” he nodded, “yeah.” he kissed your forehead.
“i’ll love you forever, even when i can’t.”
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moody | c.t.h
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smut oneshot ❥
calum is suddenly moody after a good night out, you find out why
smut, spanking, pet names, dom!cal?¿
calum x fem!reader
not proofread
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Calum's mood blossomed from a comment made by a stranger in the restaurant we were at. The rugged man watched me, eyeing me up and down before commenting on Calum's ability to "handle" a girl like me. We brushed it off and I had believed Calum got over it, but when we got in the car, I was proven otherwise.
"Are you okay?" I questioned, settling into the car seat. I noticed Calum hadn't spoken since we were paying our bill in the restaurant.
"Mhm." He mumbled, starting the car. I furrowed my eyebrows at his poor attempt to hide his feelings.
"What's wrong?" I urged.
"Nothing. Fuck, leave it be." He snapped quickly. I let out a sigh and settled back into my seat.
I glared blankly out the window at the passing cars and Los Angeles skyline, Calum in the drivers seat stared straight ahead at the road, silent.
I looked to him, his jaw clenched tightly, as well as his hand around the steering wheel. I bounced my leg with agitation at his stubbornness to communicate. I wasn't sure whether to be mad, or worried. I recalled the man in the restaurant's unnerving words a little bit ago, and began to wonder if it was that event that created Calum's negative energy.
I anxiously checked the time on my phone, noting the drive still had some ways to go. I took a deep breath, strategizing my next moves. Turning to Calum, he looked as if he was plotting, or conversing with himself. His eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched tightly. He rested an elbow on the arm rest, fidgeting his fingers. I bit my cheek nervously, I wanted to push the issue desperately, but didn't want to anger him more. I decided to make my pathetic attempt at a casual conversation.
"Did you like your food?" I asked softly, watching my fidgeting thumbs in my lap. I winced at my words, painfully aware of my own timidness. Calum replied with a scoff, and nothing else. I looked to him with raised eyebrows, taken back by his continued sass.
"Whatever." I muttered in disbelief.
Our drive back to the apartment was agonizingly silent, an occasional cough or honk from traffic breaking it. Pulling into the driveway, I took my time gathering my belongings into my purse, Calum waiting for me before we entered —as usual. As I tossed my purse over my shoulder, I heard the slam of our car door, followed by Calum heading to the front door. I shook my head, rolling my eyes at his childishness, and followed shortly behind him.
The front door had been left open, and Calum was no where to be seen. I slowly entered our home, turning to lock the door behind me. Suddenly, Calum's heavy hands gripped my waist tightly, turning me around effortlessly. I dropped my purse in the altercation, looking Calum in his eyes.
"What are you doing?" I argued, half confused, half intrigued. He looked down at me, his gaze burning into mine. He swiftly pushed me backwards into the wall, placing a hand above my head.
"You' think I don't know how to handle a girl like you?" I muttered breathy into my ear. I smirked at his words, finally understanding his unexplained mood shift. Quickly catching on, I responded.
"I don't know, can you?" I teased back, leaning up closer towards his face. He chuckled deeply, shaking his head before releasing his grip from my hips.
"Come with me." He spoke quietly, motioning with his fingers. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, following Calum down our hallway. He calmly made his way around the corner to our room, motioning for me to enter first. I slowly stepped in before turning around to speak.
"What are we-" I was cut off abruptly by Calum's force again, pushing me against the door to close it. Only this time, he deeply connected our lips for a kiss. His hands wandered my waist adoringly, digging his fingers in every few caresses. I melted onto his lips as the callouses on his fingertips grazed my soft skin, making me gasp lightly into his mouth.
He guided me by my hips to my bed, shoving me lightly to lay down. He crawled on top of me, planting kisses along my neck. I sat up slightly for Calum to unzip my dress, before he aggressively pulled down the tight fitting clothing. He threw his shirt off swiftly and trailed his lips lightly over my torso and chest, making me squirm underneath him. My already eager heat began to soak through my underwear, I pressed my thighs together to sooth the sensation. Calum chuckled, noticing my neediness. He trailed his lips back up my body, speaking soft and deeply into my ear.
"You want my mouth...?" Leaning on one arm, he began to move one hand slowly down my chest, then my ribs, then stomach, landing on my panty line. I bucked my hips are the feeling of his fingertips so close to where I needed him most.
"...Or do you want my fingers?" He tilted his head, moving two fingers softly on my mound over my underwear. I let out a small whine, rolling my head next to his.
"Use your words, princess." He growled into my ear.
"Please." I whimpered, biting my cheek.
"That's my good girl." He muttered, moving back in front of me, sliding my now soaked underwear down my legs. He sat up on his knees, supported by one hand. As he looked up at me, he slowly ran his middle finger up and down my slick folds, making my back arch slightly.
"You're so wet for me." He chuckled. "How bad do you need my fingers, baby?" He said deeply, gliding two fingers over my sensitive bud, then back over my dripping hole.
"P...Please Cal." I whimpered, "I need you so bad, please." I whined as I squirmed under his touch. He hastily slid two already slick fingers into my entrance, making me toss my head back with a moan.
"Is this what you wanted, princess?" He smirked, rapidly picking up his pace. Series of whines and squeals escaped my lips as Calum worked his fast fingers, watching me in amusement. He brought his thumb down and began working it on my throbbing bud.
"You're so fuckin' tight around my fingers." He muttered, "Can you take my cock, baby?" He teased softly, tilting his head. I nodded desperately, earning a chuckle from Calum.
"Please." I whimpered, looking up at him through my eyelashes. Wasting no time, Calum grabbed me by my hips, flipping me over on my knees. He placed a hard smack to my backside, followed by a hard grope, emitting a squeal from me. He pushed my back flat, flopping my face onto the sheets, leaving my knees propped up. I caught my breath with my eyes close as I listened to the belt being unbuckled behind me, followed by the tossing of clothing.
"Still think I can't handle you?" Calum muttered behind me, lining himself up to my dripping entrance. I let out a small giggle in response, continuing my own game. With no hesitation, Calum slid swiftly into my throbbing hold, causing me to gasp. He swiftly grabbed my two wrists and placed them on my back, holding them in place with his one hand. His other hand gripped tightly onto the side of my hip, guiding me and himself into a steady, fast pace rhythm.
"Fuck..Cal." I moaned loudly in between thrusts, his vigorous pounding caused the headboard to hit the wall repeatedly, matching out rhythm.
"Say I can't handle you again" He growled into my ear. I opened my mouth to speak, but only whimpers, squeals and the occasional swear was all that could escape my lips.
"That's what I thought." I finished, building up his pace and thrusting harder. I gripped Calum's wrist against my back, digging my nails in. I let out a string of swears followed my his name. He smirked at his ability to satisfy me.
"You like being fucked like a slut, baby?" He teased, leaning down to face lever with me, "You like being my slut?". I up looked lazily into his eyes through my lashes, trying to form a coherent sentence as his pulsating member pounded me aggressively.
"Y-yes, Cal..Fuck." I whined between breaths.
"You're so pretty when you're taking my cock, baby." He cooed, tucking a piece of stray hair behind my ear, keeping up his fast pace.
Calum leaned back up, taking in the view of his shafts pumping vigorously in and out, and me melting into the pillows below him.
"Fuck, me Y/n." Calum groaned, tossing his head back. He placed a few more generously slaps across my already red, handprinted cheeks smacking against his pelvis. He chuckled at the feeling of my walls repeatedly clenching around him, announcing my climax.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?" He sped up his pace, gripping my hips tightly. I shook at the sudden speed change, my eyes rolling into my head. I let out a moan followed by Calum's name, as he worked me through my finish.
"Cum for me." Calum growled, leaning down to my ear. He kept up his steady pace, leaving me overstimulated and shaking after my climax. He finished soon after, releasing onto my lower back.
I collapsed onto my stomach, catching my breath as Calum cleaned the mess off my back. He rolled me over to face him, him stealing the first word before I could.
"Do you want to change you answer?" He raised his eyebrows, teasing. I rolled my eyes, pushing him away playfully.
"You are so dramatic.".
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The Moment I Knew (You Don't go to Parties) (c.h)
Pairing: Calum Hood x fem! Reader
Requested? Yes, by my lovely @hoodhoran
Summary: Based on "The moment I knew" by Taylor Swift and a little bit of "You don't go to parties" In the most important day of your life, Calum breaks a promise
Warnings: Angst. Mentions of weed, alcohol. Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language im sorry)
Word Count: 5.9k
Author's Note: And an angsty piece to end the year, why not? Remember that REBLOGS are super important as are COMMENTS AND INTERACTIONS. SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS! Hope you like it and happy reading.
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5 AM (4 hours after)
This is the moment in movies where the guy realizes he fucked up. Where he sits alone in a crowded room, his eyes focused on an empty glass or a fake pot plant that stands in the middle of the coffee table while his friends are celebrating around him. But it’s all blurry and filled with white noise to him.
Then, he would get up from his spot, a newfound hope set in his eyes as he decides it was not over yet and it won’t be over until he stops trying. At that moment he swears he will never stop trying to get her back; to make her love him again and forgive him for all his mistakes.
But Calum couldn’t move.
His mind was racing despite the amount of weed he smoked since he got there. His heart palpitations went along the rhythm of the song that blasted from the speakers. But his fingers were clinging to the couch he was sitting on, feeling every speck of dust that hid under his fingernails. His feet were concreted to the floor, unable to move or follow the directions his brain was practically screaming at them.
The sounds of the party continued to mix in with his thoughts; the fading of laughter and poorly sung songs made an echo through his broken heart. No one dared to look at him, and if they did, they'd chosen to ignore the tears that dried upon his cheeks, blaming it on the weed.
Where would he even go? As far as he knows he doesn’t have a place to stay the night, and he deserved it. He deserved the uncertainty and the fear of what was to come especially after not doing anything about it. And he’s not stupid enough to go to her house again, not after what happened.
So, he just stayed there. Unmoving, and unforgiving toward his own heart.
His friends watched him from afar. Three pairs of eyes filled with empathy and concern set on him and the destructive image surrounding him.
“We can’t call her,” Luke said, looking over at Calum and his disregarded phone on the table “But man, I wish we could do something”
“I mean, we could call her but she’s in her right not to answer any of us” Ashton sighed “It won’t be fair”
“Do we even know what happened?” Michael asked
“Based on what we’ve seen it is not hard to guess. We’re partly to blame as well”
“I just- I have never seen him like this. Or her…”
Michael’s words hung in the air for a while, and mumbles of agreement soon followed. So much had happened that day, but they knew it was not a recent problem, today was just the catalyst of many broken hearts before.
Calum couldn’t see them watching him, he didn’t even know where they were or why they were there with him. All he knows is that his heart is grieving and he can’t understand why - just why?. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn’t he be less selfish? Why is he sitting there without doing anything about it?
Maybe he already knows the answer.
His lips started to tremble as he came undone on the couch. Painful sobs were robbed from his throat, scratching it as they came out muffled into his hands; throwing himself forwards until his elbows hit his knees.
The memories of the past years came running through his tears, wetting the cheeks she used to kiss and the hands she used to hold like her most prized possession. He won’t wake up with her anymore, not a kiss goodbye or a welcoming dinner. All the lazy afternoons and the parties they went together with are now gone and forgotten somewhere in his memory, never to return again.
And it’s all his fault.
“Hey, buddy. C’mon” He heard one of his friends - Michael said - as he felt an arm around his shoulders “Let’s get you home, okay?”
Calum shook his head violently “She’s not there!”
“Cal…”
“Please, call her Ash!” He begged, “I need to see her!”
“Not in the state you are now,” Ashton shook his head “She won’t come, and you know it”
“Bu-but she might! She always comes”
“Not this time,” Michael helped him up and steadied him with a hand on his chest “Let’s go, Cal”
A new wave of sadness shocked him as he tried to hold off the tears. But he knew by looking at his friends’ faces that they were right. She’s not coming, she won’t come back anymore.
“I’m sorry,” He started but crumbled to the sound of his own broken voice “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
Luke looked over at his friends, knowing that what was to come won’t be easy, but they needed to do it anyway.
“Let’s go home, Cal, okay? There’s nothing else we can do here”
This time, Calum nodded as he let himself be taken away by his friends.
*
3:30 AM (2 and a half hours after)
“Hey, babe. I know I screwed up and you had every right to do what you did. But please, can we talk about it? When you’re ready, I don’t want to force you. I just- I just really need you to hear me out. Know that I’ve never intended to hurt you, ever. I’m just an asshole and I’m sorry. I truly am-”
“Hey, it’s me again. I know I keep calling and you’re not answering. I deserve it. But I can see you reading my messages and that gives me hope, I guess. I don’t know if you’ll hear this message, but please call me. Or come over here to Martin’s house, it’s the only refuge I could find and I know you don’t like this scene but- I’ll wait for you if you decide to come. I really hope you do and I know I have no right to-”
“Fucking hell these messages! Please come back, baby! Let me explain-”
You didn’t even let yourself listen to the last five messages he left on your voicemail. Hearing his voice while he was clearly high was just another punch to the gut, a reminder of why it was necessary to do what you did. But the hurt of hearing him call you “baby” again, the aching of your heart as it begged you to just give in and take him back… You couldn’t do that to yourself again.
If you had to become heartless, then you would. For your sake and his.
Calum: Please stop ignoring my calls
Calum: Y/N…
Calum: I’m sorry! I said I’m sorry and I’ll continue to say it until the end of time. I’ll never forgive myself for this, please!
Calum: Just give me one last chance
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1:30 AM (30 min after)
He was gripping the steering wheel as if it was the only thing grounding him to earth at the moment. He parked a few minutes ago, but he couldn’t find the strength to get out and face the music.
The ride was silent until he reached Martin’s house where the speakers would surely make a neighbor or two to file a complaint. He didn’t want to be there but he had no choice. He couldn’t go back home knowing she won’t be there or even unsure if she’ll ever come back. And all his friends might not want to see him either after knowing what he did. For the first time in years, Calum Hood felt completely and utterly alone.
“Fuck!” He yelled, hitting the steering wheel with all his might, over and over. A string of curses left his mouth with every single blow, only stopping when he stopped feeling the pain.
He needed that. He needed to feel numb again, fall back into the bad habits and forget this night ever happened. If he couldn’t do anything to change it now, he would tune it out.
With newfound motivation and anger settling into his bones, Calum frowned at his image in the rearview mirror and ran his hands through his face. If everyone saw him for his mistakes, then he’ll make sure no one would ever notice his feelings again. And so he jumped out of the car and shut the door with a loud bang before heading toward the party, the only place where he knew everyone, but no one really knew him at all.
“Calum! hey!” Martin said with a big smile the moment he opened the door “What are you doing here? I thought you told me a week ago that you had plans with your girl”
At the simple mention of it, Calum became enraged with embarrassment as he pushed past his friend with a groaned answer and headed toward the kitchen where he knew the good stuff would be.
Martin stood with a confused look on his face, knowing something wasn’t right with Calum. So, he took out his phone and made a call.
“Hey, man. I know it’s late and all, but Cal just came here and he looks rough”
“He’s at your party?!” Ashton’s voice from the other side of the line, concerned but surprised at the same time “Send me your address, and we’ll come to get him”
“Is he alright? What happened?”
A sigh “A lot happened. Just- could you keep an eye on him? Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid till we get there?”
“Sure, dude. No problemo. Did he have a fight with his girl?”
“Worse,” Ashton deadpanned, “I think they are over for good”
*
1:00 AM
There was tension in the air, everyone could tell but neither of them dared to say a word about it. Maybe they were just pretending for your sake, afraid of what might happen if they brought it up again. It was clear as water that you didn’t want to talk about it.
So they all just pretended everything was okay. You even let yourself be the victim of that charade as you smile tightly at the guests who were already saying their goodbyes and wishing you a happy birthday. You would smile at them and thank them for coming, all without leaving the comfort of your spot on the couch. It was not your intention to be rude, but you didn’t have any energy left.
Your dress was crumbled up under your fingertips as you played with the hem, purposely ignoring the door this time, not like you’d been doing the past hours, knowing that if you looked, you might not be able to help the tears from falling.
“Hey,” You looked up to see Luke standing in front of you, pointing to the spot next to you on the couch. You nodded and he sat “How are you doing?”
A chuckle escaped your lips “You want the truth or the speech?”
“The speech?”
“I got it rehearsed,” You said, biting your lip “Every time someone asks about Calum and why he’s not here, I’ve been using the same speech: “Oh, he’s busy at the studio, you know how it is” or “He just texted me saying he might be late, but I’m sure he’s doing his best to get here” or maybe, “He says hi and he’s sorry he couldn’t make it, something came up and it was unavoidable…” You tell me which one could apply in this situation, lately, you’ve been seeing him more than me”
Luke tried not to look taken aback by your comment, saying it as if it didn’t hurt you at all the fact that he didn’t show up. But he could see it, even if you tried to hide your eyes from his, this wasn’t just a one-time thing. He looked over at Ash who was standing in the corner, asking him with a simple look how you were doing. A look from him was enough for them to know that things were not good at all.
“He said he’d be here…” You whispered, shaking your head and pretending to push your hair back so that people won’t notice the tear that managed to escape “Have you called him? He wasn’t answering my phone and I- I just hope nothing bad happened”
The guilt immediately crept up on you, knowing that you will never forgive yourself if anything happened to Calum and you were just moping over him not showing up to your party.
“We tried, but it just kept on ringing, he might have it on silent. Michael went to his house to see if he was there”
“What if something happened to him?”
“I don’t think-”
But his words got stuck in his mouth as the room suddenly fell silent. Luke’s eyes passed from you over your shoulder, they were opened wide and flickered between you and the door. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a strangled mumble came out, not knowing if he should smile or warn you about it.
You turned around and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. At the door stood Calum, frowning as he looked around the room, unable to find you. You took this opportunity to look at him; he was wearing the same wrinkly shirt he wore yesterday and then threw on the floor of his bedroom; his shoes weren’t matching; his hair was a mess and - by the look of it - he hasn’t showered yet. He looked like he was in a rush, with no effort whatsoever. And, at the moment that he finally found you sitting on the couch, the way his eyes filled with relief as his frown turned into the smile you know so well, the one that claimed “Nothing to see here, we’re alright” At that moment you knew he had forgotten once again.
Calum opened his arms as he walked toward you, smiling widely as he stole the center of attention, singing the “happy birthday” song as he got closer and even managing for some of the confused guests to follow along. But he didn’t manage to catch you, for the moment that he got too close, you stood up and ran in the opposite direction without saying a word.
“Y/N!” You heard him call, even heard some of his friends trying to stop him from following you, but you knew that would be futile.
So you ran to the bathroom again and closed the door before he could come in, locking it from the inside as you pressed your back against the hardwood and slid down to the floor, biting your lip to prevent a sob from escaping.
Soon, you heard a knock on the door.
“Y/N, baby, please open the door” Calum begged with a soft voice through the other side, knocking again “Please, I- I know I messed up, and I’m so so sorry. It won’t happen again and-”
“Thirteen”
“What?”
The door opened suddenly, making Calum take a step back. He noticed immediately the redness of your eyes and the trembling of your lips, and he wished nothing but to be able to take it all back and re-do this whole thing just so that he won’t ever have to see you so hurt again, knowing he was the cause of it.
“This is the thirteenth time you stood me up, Calum. Thirteen!” You cried, holding the handle of the door for dear life “And I was willing to forgive all of those times, Cal. My mother’s birthday, my graduation party, the dates that you didn’t show up, the parties that you know I hated going by myself… All of that I was willing to let go because you said- y- you said you’d be here for me”
You couldn’t hold it back any longer. The tears just came streaming down your face, shaking your body with unshed sobs that you refused to ever let him hear. He tried to come closer, to hold you and show you some kind of comfort, but you wouldn’t let him. No, instead you took a step back, watching the hurt in his eyes as if he didn’t deserve it.
“You told me you’d be here today”
“I tried-” But you didn’t let him finish
“Where were you? Why are you showing up late when my birthday is already over and wearing the same clothes as yesterday? What could you have possibly been doing that you just had to miss my birthday?”
Calum opened his mouth but nothing came out. Telling you the truth would be just as bad as lying, he had no excuse, no reason to have done what he did knowing how much it meant to you to be there with him. So, he did the only thing that he could think of and he started to apologize.
“I’m sorry,” He said, you rolled your eyes and started to close the door again but he stopped it with his foot “Baby, please! I really am sorry I- I had no idea you felt like that”
“Because the moment I say something about it you always come up with the same excuse to make me look like the bad guy!” You shouted “Every time I ever mention wanting you there with me you say “You know how busy I am” or some other bullshit like that. And I get it, Cal, I swear I do and it kills me every time because I feel like me complaining about it makes you feel like shit because you love what you do and I love it as well. But fuck! I’m so tired of being just an afterthought to you!”
“Y/N…”
“Don’t tell me I’m not, Calum. I” you sighed, “I know that your career is important. I have never complained about how much time you spend in the studio, or when you have to cover one of the guys’ parts, or when you’re on tour god knows where - But I’m just so, so tired of being second best in your life. And if that’s all I’m going to be then, why bother?”
Calum took a step back, blinking at your words to make sure he hadn’t imagined them. But the look on your face was serious, even when you lowered your gaze to avoid looking directly at him.
“You’re not serious,” Calum said, voice hoarse and broken “Y/N, I know you’re not serious”
He walked up to you, placing his fingers under your chin to make you look at him.
“Baby, I know I fucked up. I know I failed you and you have no idea how much I regret it”
“I just asked for one night,”
“I know, I know, baby” He pleaded, trying so hard not to break “And I’m an asshole who couldn’t keep his promise. But it’s the last time, I swear! I love you, I love you so so much-”
“Then why weren’t you here?” You looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, and you pushed yourself away “You should’ve been here, bursting through the door at least an hour ago. Even five minutes before. I would’ve been so happy to just have you here for a moment knowing that’s all I could get. You mean the world to me, Cal… But I can’t keep letting myself down for someone whose world is so big but without any space left for me”
Calum shook his head “Y/N, that’s not true! You know how much you mean to me!”
“I don’t. And that’s the problem, Cal. But the worst part is that maybe you don’t even know it, you just think you do”
“Y/N-”
He pleaded one last time, and in his eyes, you could tell that he was being sincere. But honesty couldn’t erase tonight, it couldn’t get rid of the pain of the eternal waiting. You meant every word you said, and it was time to put yourself first.
“I’m sorry I didn’t make it,” He said, voice shaking in regret “But-”
“I’m sorry, too” You sighed, letting the tears run down gracefully “Goodbye, Cal”
“Baby, no wait!” He yelled one last time before he felt the wind hit his face and heard the door slam in front of him “Fuck! Y/N, open the door!
He started banging on the door again, calling out your name along with some apologies and pleas to hear him out. Soon, a hand was on his shoulder, pulling him back.
“Okay, Cal. That’s enough!” Ash said, sternly, pulling him close to a hug as he whispered in his ear “Walk away, mate. Now’s not the time”
Calum pushed him away, ready to have a few words with him when he noticed the crowd that had gathered around them. He looked at the faces he’d known all his life since he started dating you. All the harsh stares and the sympathetic smiles. It was all too much.
“Fuck all of you,” He grumbled, storming off the party soon after.
*
00:45 AM (15 min before)
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”
The loud voice startled him, the room was spinning as he opened his eyes and it took a while before he could focus on Michael’s angry face staring down at him.
“You’ve done some pretty fucked-up shit, but this might have the worse consequences”
Calum ran a hand through his face “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be? For god’s sake, we were worried sick about you! You have no limit, Calum. Honestly, this is a new low”
“The fuck? Why would-” He groaned, sitting up on his bed “What are you doing in my house? Did Y/N let you in or-?”
Michael lost his patience as he threw him a shirt he found on the floor, hitting Calum right in the face.
“Get dressed for fuck’s sake! I’ll wait for you for five minutes in the car. If you’re not ready then I’ll drive off and tell Y/N you were found dead in a ditch somewhere”
Calum was left alone in his room once again. He looked around to see if anything changed or if maybe Michael was pranking him in some way. He shook his head as he grabbed his phone and put it back in sound mode.
Instantly, thousands and thousands of messages and calls came through like an avalanche. The clock said it was past midnight and his last notification was from just a few minutes ago.
Y/N: Hey! Everyone is already here, are you coming soon?
Ash: What are you wearing to the party?
Ash: Nvm Luke’s already there and said I look great
Y/N: Luke and Michael told me you had a busy day in the studio, I saved you the best beer in the house for you to relax and tell me all about it.
Mike: Dude, you coming?
Y/N: Cal, where are you? Do you need someone to pick you up?
Luke: Mate, your girl is getting worried.
Mike: Is everything okay? Y/N just went to the bathroom and I think she was crying
Y/N: Cal, I’m getting worried, please answer our calls!
Ash: THOMAS! ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE
Luke: Cal, this isn’t funny. We are really worried.
Luke: Don’t do this to her on her birthday.
Y/N: Please tell me you didn’t forget.
Ash: sent a video
Ash: They already sang happy birthday. Thought you might want to see that.
Y/N: You forgot again, didn’t you?
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11:55 PM (1 hour and five minutes before)
No one has come through the door for the past hours. Every single person that you invited was already there, laughing and mingling through the crowd. But you? You were sitting on the couch with your head turned to the door, watching, waiting…
He said he’d come and you believed him, maybe you shouldn’t have? No, he said he’d be here! You reminded him this morning, and he sounded excited about tonight as well. There’s no way he’d forget.
But hours had passed and the messages you left were still delivered and never read. The drink you were nursing in your hand was already warm as you peeled off the sticker. People passed you by, asking how you were and if Calum was coming soon.
Although, they stopped asking about that about an hour ago.
“Honey?” Your best friend called you from the living room “We’re all ready here for you”
“In a minute!” You called back, looking at the door and calling Calum again.
Voicemail
“Cal, where are you? Is everything okay? If there’s something wrong just tell me, I promise I won’t be upset, I just need to know that you’re okay. That’s all I need to hear. Please, call me”
“Still no answer?” You jumped at Ashton’s voice next to you, you shook your head.
“He said he’d be here…”
“Maybe he stayed in the studio” Ash tried, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck "I- we kind of forced him to stay back so we could meet the deadline and-"
You shook your head “But he must've been done by now. He said he’d be done by the time the party started, he was just going to shower and-” You sniffled, trying to hide it with a cough “I’m just so worried, Ash”
Ashton gave you a small smile, his arm rounding your shoulders hugging you. You appreciate his effort, you really did, but your heart was still beating at an uneasy pace, not being able to shake that awful feeling.
“Don’t let this get you down,” Ashton said after a while “You are the most important person here”
You gave him a tight smile as you let out a deep breath.
“Apparently not that important to someone who didn’t bother to show”
“Y/N, that's not-”
You glanced at the clock, one minute for your birthday to be over. It was too late.
“It’s okay, I should’ve known”
You got up from the couch and started walking toward the living room where all your friends were waiting around the table. A fake smile was plastered on your face as they sang to you, all of them pretending that the tears that gathered in your eyes were of happiness rather than disappointment. All an act.
This time you didn’t even bother to make a wish as you blew out the candles.
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9:00 PM (4 hours before)
The party was just getting started but it was already booming. The life the people you love most brought to your house was energizing and magnetic, something you didn’t know was lacking until you had it in front of you.
Friends and family you haven’t seen in a while came bursting through the doors with big smiles and gifts, ready to give you a hug as they congratulated you and showered you with compliments. You would laugh along with them and make them feel welcome, showing them where the drinks and food were and introducing them to people they haven’t met.
Everything was going as smoothly as you would hope, and you dared to think that maybe this wasn’t the complete disaster you thought it would be.
It was the first party you organized all by yourself. You were never keen on celebrating your birthday every year, having shared with your closest friends the bad times you’ve lived through when you were younger and how people often just didn’t bother to show up or remember you that day.
It was Calum the one that suggested celebrating your birthday that year, knowing it was an important one. For all the time you were together, you used to spend this date doing something casual; sometimes dinner with friends or just a quiet night in with your boyfriend. But somehow he managed to convince you to bring the party to life.
“I’m not good at parties” You reminded him a few weeks ago when he first brought the subject up “I don’t really like them and I never know how to act on them”
“It’s not an act, babe,” He said, placing a kiss on your cheek and tickling your sides “It’s just you having the best time you can with the people that love you. And I promise you so, so many people want to celebrate you, just give it a chance”
And you had no problem admitting he was right this time, as you walked through the halls of your home with a drink in hand and enjoyed reconnecting with old friends.
“Hey, birthday girl! Where’s Calum?” One of them asked.
“He’s on his way,” You laughed, “He had to drop by the studio early today so he might come a little later”
“I haven’t seen Cal in a while,” Another one said a few minutes later “Where is he?”
“On his way,” You smiled, looking over at the clock and then at the door “He was just going to shower before he came”
You stopped counting how many people asked for Calum and his whereabouts after the first hour or so of the party. It did bring up some questions to yourself, but you just pushed them back and sent him a text to ask if he was okay. You were sure he’d be here any minute now, after all, he did promise.
A few minutes later, Luke, Michael, and Ash arrived with their dates. They went over to you immediately as they showered you with gifts and hugs, wishing you a happy birthday.
You laughed as you thanked them, holding the gifts close to your heart as you looked around them.
“Where’s Cal?” You asked, noticing their confused faces about the question.
“Oh, he’s not here yet?” Luke asked, looking over at his friends.
“He did say he was going to head home and shower before he could come”
“Bah, that’s probably where he is” Michael dismissed it with a wave of his hand “The idiot wanted to stay a little longer recording some vocals but he surely wrapped that quickly. Don’t worry about it”
So you didn’t, at least not for the most part, not yet. People were here to celebrate you, so you would enjoy it as much as you could. Calum could tell you all about it later.
*
7:00 PM (6 hours before)
God Dammit he was tired.
It was a long fucking day, alright. He left the house earlier than usual that day to try and fit in his morning run and then get some groceries before heading toward the studio; then he was met with the news that they were actually behind on some vocals - mainly his - and that the deadline was coming sooner rather than later. So he had to stay behind for a couple of hours just so that he could be free from work already. Afterward, he tried to pick up some food for you to eat back at his house, but the drive-through was closed and he didn’t have the patience to wait around or drive somewhere else, so he figured he’d just cook a simple pasta once he’s home.
The lights at his house were off, strange because you were usually there after work, waiting for him to get back so that you could have a night in. But he just shrugged it off, thinking that maybe you were out somewhere doing some errands before you’ll be back.
“What a day, huh?” He groaned, speaking to Duke who was pleasantly sleeping on his bed at the feet of the couch “Yeah, that seems like a good idea”
He went up the stairs and got rid of his clothes before throwing them into the hamper. Ignoring the flowers that stood gorgeously on a vase next to his bed. He turned down the lights and charged his phone, not before putting it on silent so that it wouldn’t bother him for at least a few hours before you got back.
Then, he jumped into bed and fell asleep rather quickly, finally relaxing his body after a long day. Not even realizing the date or remembering he had somewhere else to be.
*
7:00 AM (18 hours before)
A thousand kisses woke you up, tickling your cheeks as giggled good morning. You turned around, back laying softly over the mattress as you welcomed the embrace of your boyfriend and his good morning kiss.
“Yuck,” You said after he pulled away to caress your cheek
Calum pouted “You used to love my morning breath,”
“I have never told you such a damn lie” You laughed, pushing him away just enough so that you could sit down “Good morning, baby”
You looked at him with stars in your eyes, appreciating every corner, every spot, every mole on his face as you reminded yourself of the absolute love you have for him.
Calum also seemed caught up in the moment, just looking at you and smiling as if you hung the world for him. Which reminded him…
“Here,” He said, giving you the bouquet of flowers he hid behind his back, smiling widely when he saw the happiness in your eyes “Happy birthday, sweetheart”
“Oh,” Your insides melted at the gesture, pulling the flowers aside before you jumped on him with a hug, nuzzling your head into his neck “Thank you, Cal. I love them”
“And I love you,”
He started kissing your hair and then your temple and your cheek. He caressed your face and turned it so that your lips could meet in a needy, loving kiss that had you moaning a sigh, giving yourself completely to him.
Calum chuckled, pulling himself away from you and kissing away your pour “Sorry, doll. But I gotta get going”
“It’s still too early!”
“I know, but the guys called and they need me in the studio ASAP” He sighed, rubbing his hands along your arm “I promise I’ll make it up to you”
You sighed as you nodded, letting go of him with a faux frown, mumbling something along the lines of “the guys this, the guys that…”
Calum rolled his eyes fondly before his fingers tickled your sides without mercy, making you squeak in laughter and shock as you tried to get away from him.
“What was that?” He asked, tickling you under the arms
“Nothing! No- ouch! Nothing!” You laughed
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” He said, placing one last kiss on your forehead before he got up from the bed.
You breathed in again, holding in more laughter as you sat up again.
“You’re coming tonight, right?”
Calum smiled “As if I could ever miss it”
“Cal, I’m serious. I know you’ve been busy lately and if you can’t make it… then it’s okay but at least let me know first, okay?”
“I won’t! I promise you, Y/N. I will be there no matter what. I’ll just come here first and grab a shower before” He leaned down to kiss you one last time “I’ll be there this time, I promise”
You looked up at him, smiling kindly “I love you,”
“I love you more, baby. Happy birthday”
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freshrained · 1 year
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ok i want a rainy day with calum, and just spending the entire day wrapped up in bed together and just being incredibly content with the endless amounts of movies and tv shows that youve watched throughout the day and only leaving the bed to grab the takeout you ordered and calum lazily having his hand on you all day just wanting to be close to you
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rainsoakedphoenix · 1 year
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Unexpected Interruptions
Pairing: calum ross x f!reader
Requested by @ashlesys-blog - reader is dating Calum Ross and they are cuddling until Calum's little sister comes into the room to take the reader away from him - I hope this was okay! I added a little bit of scenes/details to it to make it a little longer, and a lot of it I came up with just now while finishing it
Warnings: minimal use of Y/N; slight sibling squabble
You and Calum had met in the college you both attended together. You never thought a meeting so cliche would happen to you, but it did; you accidentally bumped into each other in the hallway on the way to your respective classes as neither of you were focused on where you were going. You quickly started a conversation with him after you apologized, however that talk was cut short by a professor telling you both to get to class. After that day you noticed each other in the hallways a few more times, before he started inviting you to eat lunch with him and his friends, and he eventually gave you his number.
You had developed a crush on him, and he on you, however when you found out he had booked the role of Rowan in the new show Wednesday, you both had a conversation about what the two of you were to become going forward. He told you he didn't want to start a relationship with you just to go out of the country for 6 months to film and not be able to see you often. You were a little upset about the circumstances but ultimately you were proud of this new opportunity for him and agreed.
Flash forward to a year later, and you have now been together for a few months, him having asked you out almost as soon as he came back. You've been spending loads of time together when you're not busy with school, and one of your favorite ways to spend time together were movie date nights at one of your houses. And tonight, it was at his.
"I am not watching that," Calum said when you held up the movie you wanted to watch with a smile on your face.
"It's just a rom-com Calum, don't be such a downer." He rolled his eyes at that, a small smile forming on his own face as he took the DVD from you to put it in the system.
You both laid on his bed, the left side of your body laying across him with your head on his shoulder and his head laying on yours as he pressed play. A lot of commentary on the scenes was made while you were watching, causing the both of you to laugh at each other every few minutes. And only 30 minutes into the movie, he looked over to a figure standing in the doorway, causing you to look up as well after pausing the movie.
It was his 13 year old sister, looking nervous as she fidgeted with her hands as she stared between the two of you. Calum furrowed his eyebrows before asking her "What do you want?"
"I want to hang out with (Y/N)," came her quiet response.
"No," Calum immediately spoke, looking at the TV in hopes you would unpause it to continue watching. He looked at you when that didn't happen, noticing that you were still looking at his sister. She was looking at you as well, silently pleading for you to ditch him to spend time with her.
You slowly looked at Calum, starting to shrug your shoulders and detaching yourself from his body as his mouth hung open in mock shock. "No way."
"I'm sorry, Calum. How can I say no to that face?" you asked him. He turned to his sister again, before turning back to you while pointing at her. "That face? Easy. I just did it like two minutes ago." He took the blanket off of his legs, swinging them over the side of the bed while you slowly made your way to the door. Once you made it there, you turned around to speak to him again. "As your girlfriend, it's very important to me that your family likes me. So unfortunately for you, that means I'm going to hang out with your sister. Besides, I get you all day tomorrow."
You threw a wink his way after that, before looking down at his sister in time to see her stick her tongue out at him, causing you to throw your head back in a laugh before turning to walk down the hallway with her.
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keerysfreckles · 1 year
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when it snows, i think of you - calum ross
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sypnosis: you were away for your junior year of college, missing your boyfriend calum. your winter break was soon approaching and buying a plane ticket back to your home town was the best idea you've had in a long time.
warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, kissing, small amount of cursing, small make out scene.
lower case intended.
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winter was always y/n's favorite part of the year. seeing the fresh white snow on the ground, hearing christmas music playing softly almost everywhere she went.
however this years winter has been her least favorite for only one reason; she hasn't seen her boyfriend since august 8th. she was given a two week break from college due to a pipe leakage in the dorm rooms.
it's now december 23rd, and y/n was currently on a bus to the local airport. she was getting to spend christmas with her boyfriend.
she missed her boyfriend. she missed his scottish accent, his hazel eyes and brown hair, the way his arms would wrap around her waist when they hugged, the birthmark under his left eye, and the way he would always peck her lips after they already shared a kiss. she missed everything about him.
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oblivious to his girlfriends oncoming arrival, he was at his parents house, helping them set up last minute christmas decorations and bake sugar cookies with his younger brother.
surprisingly calum's parents are fond of y/n, they absolutely adore her. they haven't seen their son this happy in a while.
calum's mother was standing in the corner of the kitchen, on her phone receiving texts from y/n. they consisted of two texts asking the woman the whereabouts of her boyfriend.
once y/n made her way off the plane she immediately texted calum's mother, not wanting to spoil the surprise to her boyfriend. now she was on her way to calum's parents' house.
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y/n had rented a car for the time she would be in her home town, and for the fact calum's mother couldn't pick her up (again, would ruin the surprise.)
y/n left her small carry on bag in the car, and had excitedly made her way to the front porch or the ross household. she always loved how cozy every aspect of their house looked.
letting out a small breath, she knocked on the door three times. everyone inside the house shared confused looks, except calum's mom, who hurridly went and opened the front door.
"oh calum! it's for you!" his mother says brightly, letting y/n step in and take off her winter jacket.
"i didn't order anything did i?" calum walks into the entry way of the house, but his question was answered when he saw his girlfriend standing in front of him.
"y/n!" he jogs to give her the hug she's been dying to have, "what are you doing here?" he questions.
"i really wanted to come see you for the holidays," y/n smiles, "my parents said i can even spend christmas day with you."
calum's smile widens, before leaning in and kissing his girlfriend passionately on the lips. he was about to peck her lips once more but the couple was interupted by calum's little brother wanting to show y/n the cookies they had made for santa.
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christmas morning had come quicker than anyone in the house anticipated. before they knew it, calum's little brother was going into everyone's room and waking them up to open presents.
calum and y/n woke up confused, at the loud sound of calum's door being knocked on at the early hour of 6:30 am.
"merry christmas my love," calum whispers, before kissing y/n softly on the lips.
"merry christmas to you too," y/n replies, holding her boyfriends face in her hands.
"do we have to go downstairs?" calum jokes, "i'd rather just lay here all day with you."
y/n laughs, before getting up out of the bed, holding her hand out for calum, "yes we have to get up," she replies, "your brother won't like it if we stay up here hiding in your room."
calum gets up from his bed, then kisses y/n one more time before grabbing her hand and mentally preparing himself for the holiday festivites that awaits.
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one and a half hours, two pots of coffee, 37 presents and a batch of cinnamon rolls later, christmas morning has come to an end. calum's brother was busy taking all his new toys out of their packaging, while y/n and calum were sitting together on the love seat in the living room.
"oh, i have one more gift for you," calum states, while setting his coffee cup down. he stands from his seat, and grabs y/n's hand to lead her back up to his bedroom.
"i made it while you were away," calum starts, grabbing a vhs tape from his desk, "it's not much but i hope you like it."
y/n laughs, "of course i'm going to like it calum, you made it," she smiles, while sitting on her boyfriends' bed.
calum puts the vhs tape into the box under his tv, and presses play. he sits next to y/n on his bed and grabs her right hand, their fingers immediately intertwining with one another.
"hi my love," calum's voice can be heard from his tv. he's sitting in front of a blank wall, the camera in front of him with his hair a little messed up. almost looking as if he just woke up.
"i know you're away at college at the moment, but i don't think i've ever missed you this much. i don't know if it's because i saw you in august, or because it's winter time which is your favorite time of the year," he pauses. "whatever it may be, i miss you."
he takes another small pause, "i don't know if it's snown for you up at college but i hope it has been, because you love the snow."
"i remember you getting so happy last year when it snowed here. you practically begged me to go outside with you to build a snowman," he laughs. "after being together for almost three years i've never expected you to be so excited over snow," he lets out another laugh.
"a lot of different things reminded me of you while you were away. like when my brother and i made the christmas cookies yesterday it reminded me of you, because you love sugar cookies. or when my mom and i went by a flower shop once, i saw your favorite flowers."
calum looks beside him to see small tears brimming y/n's eyes. "i hope those are happy tears," he whispers.
y/n nods and laughs quietly before wiping her eyes, "they definitely are."
calum's tape continues, "it started snowing here, i think last week. i remember looking outside my bedroom window and seeing everything covered in snow. subconsciously you came to my mind."
he takes a deep breath before going on, "so when it snows, i think of you."
y/n wipes under her eyes again, barely containing her tears that are spilling.
"oh, love," calum comforts her by pulling her into his chest and kissing the top of her head. "you're alright."
the couple look back at the tv, seeing calum smiling slightly, "merry christmas love, or just whenever you see this tape i hope you enjoy it. i love you."
the tape pauses, meaning it's over. y/n's still in her boyfriends' chest, hugging him tightly.
calum laughs, "i made you speechless didn't i?"
y/n nods before picking her head up, locking eyes with calum, "yeah, yeah you did," she laughs with him.
calum wipes y/n's tears with his thumbs on each side of her face, before pulling her in and kissing her lips. y/n's hands go to his waist, deepening the kiss.
y/n pulls away, only to be kissed once again.
"you're going to make it harder for me to go back to college next week babe," y/n laughs again, holding calum's hands.
"why don't you just stay here? i mean you only have one and half years left, you could always transfer," calum suggests, earning small laughs from the two of them.
"i wish i could, i really do," y/n starts, "but i don't think my parents would like idea of you holding me hostage instead of finishing school."
calum sighs quietly before pulling y/n into his arms again, making the girl laugh once more. he kisses her head again, while the two sit there in a comfortable silence.
calum looked out his window from his spot on his bed, immediately seeing the white fluffy substance his girlfriend has loved so much. again, subconsciously he begins thinking of the girl in his arms.
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calumsargwife · 8 months
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'my favorite part'
calum hood x fem!famous!reader
summary: you and Calum can't help but love each other on a night out.
warnings: use of alcohol and cigarettes, mentions of weed. (if i let something out let me know!)
word count: 1.4k
note: wrote this after listening to my favorite part by mac miller. this is also the first time i write something. please let me know what you guys think about this and if i should keep writing!! i hope you guys like it!! (English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors, sorry!)
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The bar was full of people and good music, managing to create a unique atmosphere. You were all in the VIP sector of the place. The 5sos boys and some of them with their girlfriends. One of them was Calum, who had you under his arm in a comforting and firm way.
You raised your head slightly after letting out a big laugh at one of Ashton's jokes. You admired your boyfriend and sighed, unable to believe how much fun you were having. He looked so good, his hair was now longer, after having made the decision to no longer have those blonde highlights, leading to a beautiful and perfect length that let you admire his curls in a way you had never seen before. He had new tattoos and just the whole aura about him had become different, he wasn't a teenager anymore and he definitely didn't look like one. It was obvious that you were really enjoying this stage of him.
You briefly remember the day you met him. Both were on a red carpet at the Music Awards. You had recently released your last album and it was being a complete success. When you met Calum things were different. Your last relationship had ended a short time ago and you didn't really have in mind meeting someone new, you just wanted time where you could focus on yourself, your music and your friends, something you had been neglecting lately. However, meeting the band was something that gave your world a 360° turn. Instantly you all connected and became friends, it was inevitable. They had that incredible Australian charm in their blood that was impossible to resist, not that you're complaining either.
After that night on the red carpet, you hadn't seen the boys again. There were tours in between, which kept you two apart for six months. It's not like you guys kept in touch, you just hit it off one night and became instant friends, but that was it. Or so you thought. After what seemed like an eternity, you met again at the party of some famous person that you can't remember now.
After much back and forth for about a year and a half, you and Calum finally started dating. It was a surprise for you guys, seriously. Calum didn't really think about falling in love again after many broken hearts, he was at that stage where he hated relationships and would rather have casual encounters than have to be vulnerable with someone again. That's why he was so surprised after realizing that he had feelings for you. In this time you had gotten to know each other and the rest of the boys, becoming a constant in their lives.
And here he was, all head over heels for this girl, he couldn't believe it.
But he was so, so happy. Every time he thought about it he just couldn't help but feel this burning feeling inside of him, and he loved the burning, he never loved something so much. And he was glad he finally let these walls he built around him fall. Calum was scared, completely scared. He was so afraid of breaking apart again, he didn't think he could bare another heart break, it would kill him. Especially this one. But after a while, he realized this was the right choice. You were the right one.
And that brings us to today, 5sos had just released their new album, Youngblood. Now everyone was in this bar for a celebration and they really were having one of the nights of their lives. You had drunk a little and so did Calum, which now was making you feel a bit tipsy, but nothing too over the edge. Some of the other guys were already pretty wasted and it was almost 3 am.
You and Calum had dedicated yourselves to making your relationship of almost a year very private, leaving only what had to be known, that you were together.
And you were happy with that, you were really glad that you could have something in your life to just yourself. Your and the guys life was sometimes way too public and you didn't like it at all. So, having your relationship under your control was something incredibly refreshing. You loved Calum and you would protect what you guys have against everything. He was your favorite part of the day and you wouldn't let someone take that away.
Suddenly, you heard the song changing in the background. You smiled at what it got to your ears. 'My Favorite Part' by Mac Miller and Ariana grande was playing right now, and you couldn't believe the timing.
You smiled softly at the feeling. This song has been your favourite since it dropped, loving the way it captured what falling in love the right way was, something that was slow and very nice, without the need to be rushed. The same way it felt for you to fall in love with Calum. He was just so right. The nostalgia of the song came to your mind.
"This life can be so hard, I'd rather talk about you..." You whispered the words of the song in Calum's ear and looked at him with a vague smile due to the alcohol but at the same time with one that looked so in love, you hung a little from his neck with your arms in order that only he can hear you. Calum smiled and lowered his head to the ground as he tried not to blush. For some reason, you always had that effect on him. He had a cigarette and a glass with a drink in the same hand, while his other hand had been on your waist since the night began.
"You just don't know how beautiful you are..." You kept singing in his ear softly. "And baby that's my favorite part..." He looked at you and you had a wild smirk on your face. Calum really doesn't realize the effect on people (especially on you) that he had, he didn't understand how gorgeous he was. He looked at you while raising both of his eyebrows, giving you the 'oh, really?' teasing face that he makes way too often. You nodded at his questioned face with the most confident smirk.
The cigarette and weed smoke in the air made it all make even more sense. Calum smiled at you, he was so in love that was honestly so breathtaking. He sometimes had to gasp for air whenever he was with you. And he loved it, he loved the fact you were his oxygen.
You guys kept singing the lyrics to each other. Calum took a drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke out of his mouth between the two of you, practically in your face. It was something that for some reason you enjoyed too much. You found it hot and you were not ashamed of it.
Once the song came to an end you smiled at each other and he put his hand on your jaw then leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips. A hot but calm kiss at the same time, which was the vibe of that moment. You felt his rings when he lowered his hand to your neck, you guys separated for a second and you admired the tattoos on his arm, loving each one of them and then breathed his cologne. God, you were feeling good.
The night continued for you two, always in that comforting and good vibe. You kept smiling at each other all night and really couldn't keep your hands off each other, always in need of contact.
Who could have told you that the next day, all of Twitter was going to be crazy about a video that someone had taken of you at the bar from last night. That video contained the exact moment you and Calum were singing to each other and then kissing at the end. The song sounds very clear in the background, making it a whole scene. At first it bothered you, but after watching the video, you really couldn't find a reason to be angry anymore. You two looked so good and it showed how wrapped around each other's fingers you were. You loved the look Calum had and also loved the stupid smile on your face. It was honestly a masterpiece.
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Why won't you love me?
calum and y/n are in a situationship. smut warning
In the early chapters of our connection, stolen glances defined the hidden corners of Sydney. Every alley and street corner became a canvas for our clandestine meetings, the city itself narrating a story around our growing affection.
Nights evolved into a captivating dance of shared laughter, lingering touches, and whispered confessions beneath the city lights. Sydney transformed into our secret playground, and Calum reveled in the way my laughter intertwined with the melodies of his bass, composing a symphony for our undercover romance.
As the months wove a tapestry of experiences, Calum's band embarked on a whirlwind tour. The stages, bathed in spotlight magic, served as the backdrop for my enchantment with the music and the irresistible charisma of Calum's performances. Backstage, amidst the pre-show chaos, our connection deepened in stolen moments of intimacy.
I often found myself attending Calum's shows, following him back to the tour bus. This night was no different. The air shimmered with a shared understanding as he pressed me against the wall, initiating a kiss that echoed with insatiable hunger.
"Been waiting for this," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "All damn night."
His kiss was demanding, his crotch grinding against my thigh with a growing urgency. Calum's hands, explorers on a mission, roamed my body, pulling me closer with each forceful caress.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice a hot whisper against my ear.
“I want you to wreck me,” I replied innocently.
“Oh, I was definitely planning on that,” he smirked.
Calum pushed my dress up, revealing the contours of my body like an artist unveiling a masterpiece.
"God, you're fucking stunning," he rasped, his voice a low growl filled with admiration.
His hand found its way between my legs, roughly rubbing circles over my clothed pussy. He pushed my panties to the side, inserting two long fingers, setting a rough and fast pace.
"Calum," I gasped, my voice a breathy plea. "Don't fucking stop."
“You like when my fingers are inside you?” he smirked.
“Fuck, yes, I love your fingers,” I moaned, nearing my climax.
Calum could feel me pulsing around his fingers, indicating I was close. He began rubbing my clit as his fingers continued their assault, sending me over the edge.
Undressing, Calum guided me onto the bed. "I've been craving this," he confessed, his voice a rough admission of the desires that had lingered unspoken. Calum climbed on top of me, kissing me roughly, his cock teasing me as it rested on my drenched pussy.
“Calum, please, I need you inside of me,” I begged.
Calum obeyed, quickly entering me, giving me no time to adjust to his size before beginning his thrusts. Calum's thrusts were slow and hard, each one receiving a loud moan from me as he slowly entered deeper and deeper.
Calum grabbed my hips, pulling me closer towards him with each thrust. My moans grew louder as he increased his speed. I felt my inner walls pulsing around him, my hands clawing his back as I reached my peak.
“Oh God, Calum, yes!” I screamed out in pleasure. Calum began to speed up his thrusts, pushing me to my limits. I grasped onto the sheets as I felt myself nearing my climax.
“I’m so close, Calum!” I shouted as I felt the waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body. Calum began to thrust harder and faster, pushing me over the edge as I screamed out in pleasure. My orgasm was strong and powerful.
Calum kept thrusting, his own pleasure increasing with each passing second until he finally reached his own climax, spilling his warmth deep inside me.
Calum pulled out, and we lay intertwined in silence for a while.
The room seemed to close in on us as Calum's gaze bore into mine. The remnants of passion lingered in the air, but the atmosphere had shifted, taking on the weight of unspoken truths and brewing tensions.
"Are you going to leave me again tonight?" Calum's question hung in the air, his vulnerability exposed in the rawness of his emotions. I laid there, a mix of frustration and an indifferent look in my eyes, contemplating the words that were about to unfold.
Calum's eyes, once filled with the excitement of shared adventures and stolen moments, were now clouded with a hint of desperation. "Y/N, we've had something special. Those nights beneath the city lights, the stolen glances in hidden corners of Sydney, they meant more to me than just late-night adventures. I thought we were building something real."
I sighed, the weight of our conversation feeling like an unexpected plot twist. "Calum, you're overthinking this. We're having fun, right? Why ruin it with all these expectations?"
Tears welled up in Calum's eyes, an unspoken plea for understanding. "This isn't just fun for me, Y/N. It's not just about the moments; it's about the connection we share. I thought we were in this together, creating something more than fleeting memories."
The room hung heavy with the weight of our unspoken desires and fears. Calum's gaze bore into mine, a silent plea for acknowledgment and reciprocation. "You're making this more complicated than it needs to be," I retorted, my expression indifferent. "Why can't we just enjoy what we have without overanalyzing everything?"
Calum, his frustration reaching its peak, took a step closer, trying to bridge the emotional gap. "Y/N, it's not about overanalyzing. It's about wanting something real. I've taken you to our shows, shared moments backstage, and poured my heart into songs about you, all because I believed in us. I need more than just the thrill of the moment; I need a future with you."
The atmosphere crackled with the tension between us, an invisible thread binding us in a complex dance of longing and hesitation. Calum, his eyes locked onto mine, realized that our love story, or lack thereof, had reached a crossroads.
"Why won't you love me?" The words escaped Calum's lips, a desperate plea layered with frustration and longing. It was a moment of vulnerability, a cry for reassurance in the face of uncertainty.
I met his gaze, grappling with the gravity of the situation. The silence stretched, echoing the unspoken complexities of our connection. Calum, on the edge of emotional turmoil, took a step closer, as if physical proximity could bridge the emotional gap.
"Y/N, please," he implored, his voice a desperate plea that cut through the heavy silence. His eyes, pools of vulnerability, glistened with unshed tears, mirroring the pain etched on his face. ""Don't leave. I need you. I thought we were creating something beautiful together. You're not just a passing moment; you're the melody in every song, the color in every day. Can't you see how much you mean to me?"
His plea hung in the air, a fragile hope teetering on the precipice of heartbreak. The room seemed to echo with the weight of unspoken emotions, the space shrinking as the seconds ticked away.
My gaze, steady but distant, met Calum's. "Calum, I care about you, but this isn't working.”
Tears welled in Calum's eyes, his voice a desperate whisper. "Please, Y/N, give us a chance. I can change, we can make this work. I don't want to lose you."
I took a step closer, my expression softened by empathy. "Calum, it's not about changing. It's about us. We're on different paths, looking for different things. Staying won't fix that."
Desperation clung to Calum's words like a lifeline. "I love you, Y/N. I can't let you go. We can find a way to make it work, to be together."
Gently, I touched his cheek, a bittersweet smile on my lips. His shoulders slumped, defeated, as if the weight of the world rested upon him. "I can't bear the thought of you leaving. Please, stay. Let's figure this out together."
I shook my head, a mix of sadness and resolution in my eyes. "Calum, I need to go. Maybe one day, when we've both figured ourselves out, our paths will cross again. But for now, we need to let go."
As I turned to leave, Calum's voice, a broken whisper, lingered in the air. "Please stay," he implored one last time, the words a plea that echoed in the emptiness of the room, a plea that remained unanswered as the door closed behind me.
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ntoken0 · 1 year
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@jayspersonalslut 😦😦😦😦😦😦😦😦😦😦bro lemme have your kids as well
ugh he's so fine i think this look is my favorite
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better left unsaid // cth
chapter twenty two
in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.
calum hood x fem!oc
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TW: mentions of disordered eating, weight loss, body image descriptions
october 1, 2018 san diego, california calum
I could barely sleep last night with the excitement of reuniting with Orion at the front of my mind. I get to hold her, touch her, kiss her, be with her… today. It’s finally here. The day that we’ve been pining for is finally here.
I wake up early so I can be ready when she gets here. We slept on the bus last night after we drove out here from Denver. It’s quiet when I wake up, unsurprisingly. I grab my duffel bag of clothes and toiletries and head into the venue to take a shower. There’s no show today, but we’re camped out here for now. I’m supposed to stay at Orion’s family’s house tonight, but the rest of the band and crew are at a hotel.
As I get to the door into the venue, Gus is already here. I swear, the man is always working. His shifts are 12 hours at a time. He’s tired as he greets me, but still cheery.
“Orion comes today, right?” He asks me with a knowing smile. He knows the answer. The question is practically rhetorical.
I smile back at him without a second thought. Of course I’m smiling — I get to see my girl today. “Yep, she’s gonna be here around 10!”
Gus nods and opens the door for me. “Only three and a half hours to go, then.”
We leave the conversation there and I enter the building, looking around for signage to direct me to the dressing room. I find it and head that way. It’s nice to be in the venue this early. No one else is awake, aside from a handful of stray security guys and a janitor that’s mopping the floor.
I take what Orion would call an everything shower. It consists of scrubbing my entire body with a container of sugar scrub I stole from her abundant stash, slathering my body in some body wash from LUSH that she got me hooked on, shaving everything, shampoo, conditioner, exfoliating my face… everything. I want to look, feel, and smell my best for her, even though I know she wouldn’t care if I smelled like cat piss and looked like a complete mess.
When I get out of the shower, I text her, since it’s roughly when she will wake up anyway.
To: my love + stars gooooood morning!!!!! ☀️ today is the DAY!!!! drive safe and let me know when you hit the road. can’t wait to see you my love.
Back on the bus, I try to get my bunk in order. I make the bed as well as I can and organize my stuff so it doesn’t look quite as chaotic.
“Cal? What time is it?” Ashton’s voice sounds from the bunk above mine.
“It’s a little after seven,” I answer, trying to whisper.
“Why are you up this early?” He whispers back.
“We’re in San Diego, dude.”
Ashton opens the curtain to his bunk then so he can look at me. “Shit, didn’t even realize. You excited?” He smiles, already knowing my answer. Another practically rhetorical question.
“Can’t fucking wait.”
I spend my morning with Ashton inside the venue, just aimlessly scrolling on my phone while he reads a book. We’ve both downed a cup or two of coffee and eaten a few of the snacks we have backstage. It’s just bananas and granola bars currently, which is fine by me. I’m not really hungry. The excitement is all consuming.
My phone is already unlocked, watching Orion’s blinking blue dot on the Find My Friends app get closer and closer to mine. She stopped at her family’s house on her way here to drop off Duke so we can spend the day together. As her dot gets onto the premises of the venue, she starts calling. I answer instantly.
“Hi,” I answer. Ashton looks over at me then and he starts to smile. I’m sure he’s missed her too.
“Hi, I’m pulling in now. Matt told them I’m coming, right?”
“Of course. You’re his favorite, remember?”
She giggles. “Okay, sure. I’ll see you in a minute.”
“Can’t wait.” And then I hang up.
I get off the couch, brushing crumbs from my granola bar off my lap. I turn to Ash.
“Gonna go meet her. We’ll be back in a minute.”
He nods, looking back down to his book.
I walk around the maze of the backstage area, following signs to the exit. More crew are walking around now, all nodding to me politely as we pass each other. I open the back door to the buses and am greeted by the bright sunshine and Gus’ replacement.
I look around, trying to spot Orion’s silver sedan. I spot it parked behind the buses, but don’t see her.
Then, there she is, walking toward me with a glowing smile on her face, wearing a baggy green hoodie, presumably some shorts that I can't see, and a beat-up pair of New Balances. I take a few jogging steps toward her, but she's running, so we meet after just a few seconds.
I wrap her into my arms as quickly as I can from the moment I see her, but the second she’s there, pressed into my chest, I can’t help but notice she’s… different. Orion has always been tiny. She’s 5 feet tall and has always been pretty thin, but she had some slight curves still. Now, she’s bony and frail. Normally, I don’t like to comment on her appearance unless it’s telling her how absolutely gorgeous she is, except this time. I can’t help it. All I can think is that she’s smaller. I want to comment about it, and I try to hold it in, but I don’t trust myself to be able to do so.
“Hi,” I breathe, my face buried in her hair. I didn’t even remember to take in how short it is now. Her frail frame is the only thing on my mind.
“Hi,” she says back. She’s squeezing me back as hard as she can. Her arms are bonier than normal, somewhat masked by the oversized hoodie, but they’re there.
My hands slide up the sides of the hoodie she's wearing — technically mine — to grip her waist and I can instantly tell just how differently her body is shaped now. She feels fragile, far smaller than she was before. It's so obvious. Has the time apart really been this hard on her? I know it's been bad, but not unhealthily losing 20 pounds bad. Have I just not paid enough attention on our Facetimes? Am I that oblivious?
What happened?
Before I know it, the question falls out. “Did you lose weight?” I can't help it. The words tumble from my mouth and my hands scan her rib cage, feeling how much the bones protrude from her skin. She feels like just skin and bones, but she was trying to hide it under my baggy sweatshirt. Orion steps back so she can look at me.
Now, I notice her face and that her cheekbones jutting out sharper than before. Her cheeks are hollow, her eyes sunken in. She looks sick. 
Has she been struggling so badly this whole time? Why wouldn't she tell me? Did I not look at her at all while I’ve been gone? I’ve seen her face, but I don’t know how I could have missed that it looks like this. My heart aches at the thought of her being too sad to eat, too depressed to move. Things have to have been hard on her if this is how she is now. It’s all my fault.
"Just a little," she mutters. Now she can't even look me in the eye. She's suddenly trying not to cry.
My hands can encircle her waist, completely. She's so much smaller than she was before and there's no way it's healthy for her to be so thin. "Orion, it doesn't feel like 'just a little.'"
Her eyes finally meet mine, holding so much more emotion than I can swim through. What're normally almost orange irises are dark and muddy. "It's fine, okay?"
Her voice is so meek and sad that it pains me to hear. I don't want to press it. We don't need to have a full conversation about her possible disordered eating or stress-starving herself outside of a venue in San Diego. But I can't just drop the fact that she feels like she's down to just her skeleton and organs.
Orion's eyes search mine like she's trying to find the right thing for her to say in the depths of my eyes. I didn't mean to make her cry. I just can't believe that she is so much less of herself than she was two months ago, and I feel like it's my fault for leaving. How can this have happened? Does she need help? I try to put a pin in all the questions I have, but they cloud my thoughts and it's hard to think about anything else. I want to be excited that we’re finally together again, but excited is nowhere near the top of the list of the emotions I’m feeling right now.
"Orion's here!"
"Oh my god, O!"
"Ah! Orion! Cal, why didn't you tell us she was here?!"
"We've missed you so much!"
Suddenly there's a mini stampede of my bandmates, their partners, and some of our crew, all encircling us. It's a mess of limbs and excitement, and I'm pushed back from my girlfriend unwillingly. Everyone else now gets to feel just how frail she is.
Orion is grinning now, a fake smile plastered on her face while giving everyone hugs back and saying how happy she is to see them. Before I know it, Luke is picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, carrying her inside. Everyone else follows. Orion giggles and tries to answer questions that everyone throws at her. They all are gone shortly, and I don't even realize that Ashton is still standing with me outside until he speaks.
"Alright, mate?" He asks, patting my back between my shoulders. When I lock eyes with him, he's sympathetic, as if he can tell something is wrong.
I don't know what's going on with Orion yet, so I don't want to start talking about it with Ashton. If it's an eating disorder, that's not something I can just share with him without her consent. As much as I want to describe what I just saw in my girlfriend and felt on her body, I can't tell him.
I clear my throat and plaster on a smile. "Yeah, just still in shock that she's here, I guess."
Ashton nods. “C’mon, let’s go save her.”
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a/n: !!!!!!!!!!!! hi hope you liked this one!!!! drama is coming :) two cal pov's in a row who am i!!
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calturnstogold · 2 years
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things I think you would do with Calum if you were together
I feel like you'd bake together - late night baking sessions where you're both sleepy and end up getting flour everywhere and burning whatever you bake
random staring contests - you'd just end up randomly catching each other's eyes and neither of you would look away so these impromptu staring contests would break out
weekly movie nights - you'd have a tradition of Friday nights being movie & pizza nights and you'd always take ages to choose and end up settling on one of the three movies you've both already watched a million times before
early morning dog walks or work outs - getting into a routine when he's home of walking Duke in the early morning and doing partner workouts and showering together afterwards
making out like horny teenagers whenever you're drunk or when he gets home from tour
just the best cuddles ever.
visiting him in the studio and bringing snacks for him & the guys
painting each other's nails and always ending up giggling messes at how badly you both paint them
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