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easierlftv · 4 years
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Ashton in Ivy Levan’s Music Video (Requested by @ashisonthefloor)
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flokive · 4 years
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6 times my favorite calm lyrics ✨
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winw7n · 4 years
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💗💝 - ashtonsos
💗 - i want to be your friend!
💝 - you’re a gift!
omg, i would absolutely love to be friends. you are incredible. ily
send what ones you get!
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cashtonsangel · 4 years
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I never had a big "realization" either, my story is basically the same as yours. I just always knew. We, some girls, experimented a lot at the end of elementary school (at 11/12 y/o) with kissing eachother and i remember i certainly didnt mind. when i found out about labels when i was 14 it just all fit if that makes sense. I've been wondering the same thing as you bc when i think back i cant recall a specific moment either - ashtonsos
okay thank you so much for validating my experience!!!! i just feel like i should know my own backstory but apparently brain wanta to block that part out!! thats really cool that a lot of people were willing to experiment!! thank you so much for sharing love ❣️
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newyorkrry · 4 years
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ma'am i love seeing you in my notifs so much, hope you have a wonderful day ♥️ - ashtonsos
awww thank u love!!! (sorry for being such a stalker lmao) hope you have a great day too!
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blackbutterfliescal · 4 years
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hi brooke, would love to be added to your taglist with my ashtonsos blog!
Hi Amber! You got it, babe! 💕
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calmlftv · 4 years
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bad behavior. - l.h.
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description: it’s your honeymoon, so it’s time to get a little...naughty.
word count: 2.4k
w/n: to whoever guessed this was inspired by/taken from the maine.....u were right. bad behavior by the maine is so good, pls go listen to it if u have a moment!
warnings: smut, lots of teasing, oral (male receiving)
taglist: @spicycal​ @castaway-cashton​ @irwinkitten​ @n-ctarinenga​ @thesubtweeter​ @ashisonthefloor​ @ashtonsos​ @loveroflrh​
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Sunlight filtered through the windows, the light dimmed and softened ever so slightly by the curtains hung over it, the warmth radiating through your body as it slowly pulled you from your sleep, a soft groan escaping you as you awoke. An arm shifted behind you, the sheets on the other side of the bed cold already, and you quietly whined, eyes fluttering open so you could look around for your husband. As your senses awoke you heard the muffled laughter of Luke, a sleepy smile tugging on the corner of your lip as you sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed. You grabbed a pair of old athletic shorts and tugged them on, one of Luke’s shirts covering your torso before you left the room, fingers running through your bed head as you stepped your bare feet into the hallway. 
Luke’s laughter sounded again while you moved through the house, the sound drawing you in like a siren song until you finally found your husband, his laptop set up on the kitchen island as he sat at it, his back turned to you and headphones on as he spoke to whoever was on whatever call he had going. He must have sensed your presence as you walked in and he turned around, a warm smile on his lips as he saw you. You blushed a bit, still not entirely used to seeing him look at you in such a way; your newlywed bliss lining every feature and taking the curve of his lip up in the smile he was giving you now. 
“Good morning, my love,” he said softly, taking his headphones off for a split second as you got closer. You could see the face of Liz on the screen, a smile on her cheeks as she waved a hello to you. You smiled in return as Luke slipped an arm around your waist, one hand cupping and squeezing your ass cheek as he pulled you close and kissed your lips, covering the squeak you made before he pulled away. “Get yourself some coffee, baby, we’re almost done.” 
SIlently you nodded, biting your lip to keep yourself from saying anything revealing while you moved around the kitchen, Luke pulling his headphones on again as he continued his conversation with Liz. Once you had your coffee you leaned against the counter, holding the mug between your hands as your eyes took in your husband, hands lifting the mug to your lips so you could sip on the warm drink. His blonde hair was a bit messy still, some curls going every which way as he smiled and laughed, a hand running through them on occasion as he tried to tame them. He wore a white tank top and a pair of sweatpants, most likely only wearing them to be decent for his mother; if either of you had your way you’d be naked constantly.
Your heart stuttered when he glanced up at you, his piercing blue eyes so clear in the morning sunlight as he gave you a big and bright smile. You were certain his smile was brighter than the sun itself, the warmth it filled you with much more enticing than the sunshine that the two of you had been soaking up all week in your own hidden paradise. When you had suggested the cabin Luke had given you a look, his face reading with lack of enthusiasm for your idea for your honeymoon. It was perfect for you, but Luke was nervous about how remote it was, wanting to be within 2 miles of neighbors instead of 10 like you were now; but after a lot of pouting and pleading you got him to agree, and now you were both in love with your own quiet place. 
Thoughts like that swirled around your brain until Luke carefully closed his laptop, the sound shaking you out of your trance as he stood up and moved over to you, a smile spreading on your face as you placed your mug down on the counter. His arms slid around you as you stood up straighter, his smile reflecting yours as you stood on your toes to press your lips together.
“Good morning, Mrs. Hemmings,” he mumbled against your lips, hands traveling down to the small of your back as he only tugged you closer. He’d only called you by your new last name the entire week, practically refusing anything else in a casual way as he joyously rolled it off his tongue. 
You smiled against his lips, kissing him again as you leaned against his chest. “Good morning to you, Mr. Hemmings,” you greeted back, smiling as his hands traveled even lower, gathering two handfuls of your ass and giving it a squeeze as he kissed you again, a bit needier this time as his hands held your hips against his. 
When your fingers moved to tangle in his hair he squatted down, locking his arms behind your thighs as he picked you up and set you on the counter, his frame settling between your legs as he pushed his hands up your shirt. The skin to skin contact sent a thrill through you as his fingertips grazed your nipples, a soft whine escaping you as his lips moved to your neck. 
“Luke-” you started, interrupted by the shrill ring of Luke’s phone on the island. Both of you groaned, your lips moving to connect with Luke’s jaw as you tried to keep him with you. “Ignore it, please baby.” 
Luke sighed as it continued to ring, sliding his hands from under your shirt as he pulled away. “Might be the airline, though. I’ll make it quick, angel, promise.” 
You pouted but let him go, huffing at the interruption as your fingers curled around the edge of the counter. Luke’s shoulders tensed slightly as he answered, pressing the phone to his ear. 
“Hey Ash, thought we all agreed no phone calls this week…” 
Luke’s hand dragged down his face as he started pacing around the cabin, your eyes stuck on him as he moved around easily. His fingers tugged on his scruff a bit, your teeth dragging your bottom lip as you day dreamed of them tugging off your clothes instead. 
Or, you thought, sliding off the counter. I could do that myself. 
A small smile tugged up the corners of your lips as you moved towards Luke, your arms tugging on his shirt a bit to get his attention. He was listening to something Ashton said, an eyebrow raising as he caught the mischievous glint in your eyes. His hand ran through his curls again as you bunched up the fabric of your shirt in your hands, slowly tugging it over your head before you dropped it on the floor, a sly smile on your face as you met his eyes again. 
The beautiful blues that you fell in love with dragged down your torso as he bit his lip, covering the microphone in his cell and mouthing fuck to you. Your bare skin took in the slight chill of the morning air around you, nipples hardening against it as your husband stared longingly at your bare chest. Ashton’s voice on the other end stopped, Luke’s eyes still dragging over you as your fingers dipped into your waistband, Ashton getting Luke’s attention again.
“Y-Yeah, sorry mate, wife was asking me something,” he said, watching as you slowly tugged down your shorts, letting them pool around your ankles as you stood up in front of your husband, completely and totally bare in front of him as you grinned. His lips were moving still and he stuttered a bit, stumbling over his words to Ashton as you tuned out the exact words he was saying. 
With a single step you closed the gap between the two of you, your nipples brushing against his shirt as you pressed kisses to his neck, smiling as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly. It took all your self control to move slowly, your hands tracing the tent that had started to grow in his pants as you moved down his chest. You pressed kisses to his shirt, not wanting to disturb his call too much before you had the chance to tease him some more, enjoying the feeling of him through the fabric of his pants. 
Once you could feel he was hard enough you tugged on his pants, groaning softly as you saw he was commando too, his cock springing free from the confines it had been in. You moved to your knees and watched Luke’s face, his fingers tangled in his curls as his eyes followed your every movement. You could see a slight pink tint to his cheeks and you smiled, putting your index finger over your lips as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly pumping it for a moment while you kissed around his base. 
Luke stifled a moan as you loosened your hand and dragged your tongue along his length, letting it swirl around him as you moved it to the tip. Once there you pressed open mouthed kisses to his head, watching as his hand moved from his hair to between his teeth as he kept himself from making any noise, your plan going swimmingly as you watched your husband squirm a bit. Finally, you took him in your mouth, slowly moving down his length until you had to stop, pausing briefly as you took a breath before you started moving. 
Your eyes locked on Luke as you moved, your tongue still working him as you bobbed your head along his length. His hand finally tangled in your hair, his fingers tangling there while you used your hand to pump what you couldn’t get. After a second you went a bit deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat as his head lolled back, fingers tugging on your hair as you moaned around him. He let out another groan at the sound, his grip tightening slightly as he hastily spoke. 
“Ash, I gotta go, but I’ll call later, yeah?” After what seemed to be a confirmation Luke hung up, immediately letting out a moan as you took a deep breath through your nose and took him deeper, the sound being music to your ears as you finally got to hear him. 
“God, baby, you look so pretty around my cock like that,” he mumbled, eyes focusing on you as you picked up the speed. As he got louder and closer to his edge you slowed down, only to pick up your pace again as he tugged your hair. 
Once he was close as possible you pulled off of him, pulling away with a string of saliva following your lips as you moved. You met his eyes and grinned, his hand moving to grip your jaw as he pulled you back up to your feet, crashing your lips together in a sloppy mess as he took your hands in his. He pulled back and roughly tugged you to the couch, a winning smile on your lips as you finally were about to get what you wanted. 
Luke roughly pressed your hips against the back of the couch, hands sliding up your torso from behind to cup your breasts. His fingers pinched one of you nipples as his other massaged your breast, a groan escaping you as he lightly tugged on the bud. The massaging hand traveled between your legs, your thighs parting as his slender fingers ran through your slick folds. You moaned again, Luke chuckling against your ear as his erection pressed against your back. 
“Soaked for me and so pretty, baby,” he said, pressing his lips to the sweet spot on your neck as he sucked at it, two fingers dipping inside you as he pulled noise after noise out of you. 
His fingers moved quickly, curling and uncurling until you were gripping the couch cushions, nails digging into them harshly as he fucked you with his fingers. A whine escaped you as he grazed your sweet spot, feeling a smirk on Luke’s lips as he pulled them out, soaked in you as it moved to your shoulder. You whimpered as he carefully bent you forward, his knee gently moving your legs apart as his head teased your entrance. 
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he commanded, hands squeezing your hips. You stayed silent and earned a harsh slap to your cheek, the feeling pulling a moan from you. 
“I want you to fuck me, Luke,” you whined, grip still on the cushions. “Fuck me until I’m screaming your name over and over again.” 
Luke nodded, lining himself up with you before he pushed his way in, groaning at the sight of his cock sinking deep into you. “Fuck, baby, you always take me so good,” he said, sliding himself out almost completely before he snapped into you again.
The sensation made you whine his name, the sound mixing with Luke fucking himself into you over and over again. You knew you were both already near your ends, Luke’s pace and the way he filled you so perfectly only pushing you closer to your own. 
Suddenly Luke’s hands moved, one carefully circling your clit and making you moan. “Baby I-” you tried, the sensation of him playing with your bundle of nerves sending you over the edge. The sight made Luke groan, you falling over the edge of your orgasm as he fucked into you harder than before, his hands unrelenting as he kept playing with you. 
“Shit baby,” he breathed as you came over his cock again, seeing you orgasm a second time as he moaned. The sight alone could have ended him but he pushed through, finally reaching his own high as he stopped. 
Your muscles jumped under your skin as you both rode out your highs, Luke taking his time pulling out of you as you gathered your breathing. A new ache developed between your legs pretty quickly, Luke helping you stand up straight as he slid his arms around you. 
“I love how bad you are for me, Mrs. Hemmings,” he mumbled, kissing over the slight sting on your neck where he had left his mark. 
You smiled, a breathy chuckle falling from your lips. “Always on my worst behavior for you, baby,” you said, lifting his hand and kissing his knuckles. 
Before you could protest Luke spun you around, throwing you over his shoulder as he carried you back towards your bedroom. You squealed, laughing as Luke gave a light tap to your ass. 
“C’mon, baby, let’s take a bath.” 
“Not like I really get a choice this time, hm?”
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highscal · 3 years
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thank u babies
i may not be as active on here as i was a few months ago (life just gets in the way you know) and i’m a few days late to the 2020 FF train but i still wanted to just say thank you/give a shoutout to some peeps i’ve come to know through this hellsite thanks to the sossie bois!!! i love you all and i’m so happy and grateful i’ve had to chance to get to know y’all. i’m so sorry if i missed anyone out/got any urls wrong i’m not super on top of url changes 👉🏻👈🏻
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also i’m not good at making those cute lil edits everyone can do so here’s some cute cal/duke content i had saved on my phone instead. LOVE YOU ALL❤️
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@mashlums @softforcal @sunrisingirwin @devilatmydoor @calmlftv @fxckthe-noise @wastelandcth @rebelwith0utacause @calswildflower @fucklng-slmp @alltimesos @ashtonsos @easierlftv @vapor5sos @killmytyme @calumcest @spicycal @lonely-hearts @clemmings @haikucal @castaway-cashton @calumthomcs @irwinhugsx @mikeycliffords @beaucalum @winw7n @starshinehemmo @sunshinecal @fakebetchsos
YOU ALL HAVE MY ENTIRE HEART
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easierlftv · 4 years
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flokive · 4 years
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I don't wanna say goodbye to another night And watch you walk away I don't wanna let it burn in the city lights And make the same mistakes, this time
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winw7n · 4 years
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hi, hope you had the best sleep, tomorrow we've been talking for two weeks and i cant express how the past two weeks have been the best of quarantine yet. i'm so grateful we became mutuals and then friends so fast, i cant wait to do and talk more dumb shit with you. I love you a ton ♥️ - ashtonsos
......amber, ma’am. i’m gonna have to ask you to stop being the loveliest person ever. i’m so glad we became friends, and i can’t believe it’s only been two weeks. i’m so grateful for you. i love you with all my heart :( calum sundays gc 4ever 
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redrattlers · 4 years
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warning, this post is about to get real sappy 👀 it’s late here and I’m feeling a little sentimental and I just wanted to post a little something to show my appreciation of the community on this website.
My first time on tumblr, 5 years ago in a different fandom, I had a pretty shitty experience that completely ruined that fandom for me. While it’s not always rainbows and butterflies in 5sos land, my experience this time around is soooo much more positive and I am so grateful for each of you. We might not talk or interact all the time but know that I’m deeply appreciative of all your individual personalities and the collective feeling of support and openness on here.
Shout out to a couple people that have made this place so great for me, I see you and I appreciate you (and your work too!!) so damn much!!!!!!
@ashtonsunshine | @ashtonlrwin | @ashtonangst | @aquarius-hood1996 | @ashtonsos | @bettermcn |@burstintocolor | @babylonashton | @boomerash |@bestyearssos | @blackbutterfliescal | @cthofficial |@cal-puddies | @calumhoodaf | @calumbby | @calmvocals | @calumance | @cliffoconda |@calmlftv | @easierlftv | @fourdrunksluts |@fuckyeah5sostakemehome | @ghostofmashton |@glitterylukess | @irwinkitten | @kindahoping4forever | @kaleidoscopeminds |@loveroflrh | @loverofmineluke | @lvke-hemmings | @myloverboyash | @mashlums |@petuniaisawildflower | @rebelwith0utacause |@redesertblues | @reddestdesert | @sexgodashton | @sunshinelukee | @spicycal | @talksopretty |@tothemoonmikey | @talkfastromance4 |@twilightmomentswithyou | @thatscoolbaby | @vapor5sos | @wonderland-irwin |@wheniminouterspace | @whyashton |@youngsgodluke | @youngbloodsos |
(I’m obviously forgetting people and tumblr mobile decided that I hit the max mentions in a post, but I love you all 🥺)
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calumcest · 4 years
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Blog recs?
i am absolutely 100% going to leave people out by accident because this is all off the top of my head but obviously. i love every single blog i follow (which is far more than are in here but if i follow u please know i adore u) but:
pure 5sos content: 
@sadistmichael @dollluke @loveroflrh @calumsclifford @sunshinecal @miguelclifford @irwingiggling @kaleidoscopeminds @kingcals @sexgodashton @ashesonthefloor @haikucal @reddestdesert @cliffoconda @5secondsofjoy @easierlftv @ashtonsos @youngsgodluke @blackbutterfliescal @fourdrunksluts @tigerteeff @cthofficial @cashtonasfuck @whyashton @calumspeachy @vapor5sos @softiecalum @spicycal @readyplayermike @carriedawayfromhome
mostly 5sos content: 
@tirednotflirting @clumsyclifford @irwinkitten @allsassnoclass @rebelwith0utacause @malumsmermaid @lukecuddles 
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calmlftv · 4 years
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falling. - c.h. blurb
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description: a lil bit more angst, but this time inspired by cal’s instagram story cover a few months ago! 
word count: 1.5k
warnings: angst but w a happy ending.
w/n: apparently if i listen to falling by harry styles enough i’ll write something sad. oops 
taglist: @spicycal​ @castaway-cashton​ @irwinkitten​ @n-ctarinenga​ @notinthesameguey​ @blackbutterfliescal​ @ashtonsos​ @loveroflrh​ @bestyearssos​ @treatallwithkindness​ @bestyearslftv​ @another-lonely-heart​
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It’s been 4 days since you and Calum fought, and the radio silence was starting to become absolutely deafening. 
All you wanted was his strong arms wrapped around you, his breath on your neck as he buried his face there, the smell of his clothes enveloping you in an even bigger hug than the one he was physically giving you; all you wanted was him, his giggley laugh that usually became silent when he was really happy, your fingertips tracing his tattoos while you laid in bed together, limbs tangled around each other while he sang you a love song. You missed him desperately. 
But that night always comes back, the way his voice sounded when he snapped at you, the exhausted and annoyed frown on his face that dragged all of his beautiful features down. Your voice snapping back, alcohol on your breath as you finally told him everything that was bothering you; thinking about it now, you couldn’t remember what you were so upset about anyway. You just know it broke the most beautiful relationship you had ever been in. It has pushed you away from the love of your life. 
Now, it was 2 a.m., your eyes stinging from the tears you had let out earlier as you laid in your best friend’s bed. She had let you stay with her after the fight, giving you her bed as she slept on the couch in her living area. You were even sharing clothes; the idea of walking back into your home with Calum filled you with anxiety, knowing he would be there and knowing you would have to see him. See his face, smell his cologne and hear his voice. 
Your mind restless, you threw the covers off, dragging your hands down your face before you looked around the room. Your best friend’s electric piano was in the corner, music stacked high and random papers filled with chords for her favorite songs splayed out everywhere. Before you gave it much thought you swung your legs over the bed, padding over in your bare feet and baggy t-shirt before reaching out and pressing the power button. 
The bench was cold against your bare thighs, the cool faux leather almost calming as your hands played over the keys. You hadn’t played in so long, your hands itching to dance over the ivories as you pulled out your phone. You pulled up the only song you had been listening to these days, muscle memory kicking in as you learned all the chords in a short time. You opened your camera, facing it towards you and starting a video recording as you played. 
“I’m in my bed,” you sang, your voice a bit rusty from the years of no use. You continued despite that. 
“And you’re not here. And there’s no one to blame but my drink and my wandering hands.” 
The words of Harry Styles floated from your mouth, the music swelling and falling as you pressed forward. You lost yourself in the sounds, forgetting about the video recording and just letting the music take over. Your own voice surprised you as it quickly warmed up, your hands tense while you played and played; your best friend padded over, rubbing her eyes and smiling as she heard you in her room. She leaned against the doorway, arms folding in front of her as she quietly watched you, just enjoying the sound of your voice. 
Once the song was over you held the final chord, letting it ring out around you as you sat there. Tears fell on the keys, the overwhelming numbness taking over shortly after as you stopped the recording. Quickly you posted the first chorus and verse to your Instagram story, typing an i’m sorry on it and praying that Calum wouldn’t see it.
Your best friend quietly moved behind you as you did this, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and watching you caption the video before she silently sat with you. The two of you played and sang until the sun came up and your voices were aching, giggles escaping between songs as the two of you just fell into the music over and over again. 
As the sun came through the windows the two of you moved to bed, sharing the soft mattress together like you’ve done a million times before. You both quickly fell asleep, the lack of sleep catching up to you as your eyes fluttered closed. 
It was 3 p.m. when you woke up again, your best friend shaking you awake. 
“Y/N,” she said, patting your cheek. 
“What?” You groaned, burying yourself deeper into the covers until she grabbed your arm and shook you again. Finally getting the message you sat up, your phone being shoved into your hands as you wiped the sleep from your face. 
Opened on your screen was Calum’s Instagram page, the sight making you groan. “Why are you-” 
“Shut up and watch his story,” she said, reaching over and tapping the colorful circle around his profile photo. 
What popped up was Calum, a sad look on his face as he played his guitar in what looked like the living room. His pouty lips were pulled down at the corners, the camera a bit far and the lighting a bit dark but the circles under his puffy eyes were still obvious. The words i’m sorry too sat in a corner, small but readable to you.
His fingers picked the strings of his guitar softly until his voice followed. 
“You said you care, and you missed me too…”
Your breath caught in your throat as your actions from the night before came crashing back to you; the plead for him, the caption on your video and the caption on his. Heart swelling, you looked at your best friend, her eyes watching you as Cal’s voice swelled. 
“C’mon,” she said as the story closed, tugging you gently off the bed. She tossed some clothes at you. “Get dressed.” 
You nodded, confused but listening to her. Once you had clothes on she came back, sitting you down as she brushed out your hair and cooled your undereyes. When she was finished she pulled you up, handing you the bag you had come there with and ushering you out the door. She sat you in her car and started to drive, her plan finally dawning on you as anxiety flared up in you. 
The home you shared and created with Calum looked exactly the same; not like it should have changed at all, since you know Calum wouldn’t have done anything, but the sight of it still so perfect against your broken and nervous heart was stark. Without words you got out, bag clutched tightly in your hands as you looked at your best friend. She gestured for you to continue, her butt staying in the car as your feet carried you to the front door. 
Your key was in your bag but you opted to knock instead, a hand nervously running through your hair as you waited for the answer. 
You blinked and suddenly the door was open, Calum’s tall frame taking up the doorframe. His eyes were rimmed in red and puffy, dark circles hugging the lower lid as he looked at you. His brown eyes were darker than normal, no doubt reflecting how he felt inside. 
His eyes were wide as he looked, yours the same size as you both just took each other in. His hair was messy. 
“Hi.” You said, your voice hoarse. 
“Hi.” His voice was soft, his features lined with sadness. 
You tucked some hair behind your ear. “Can we-” 
“Yeah,” he answered, stepping aside to let you in. You waved to your best friend, her giving you a nod before heading home.
Once inside you set the bag down, turning around and burying your face in Cal’s chest. His arms immediately found their way around you, his grip tighter than it ever has been as your shoulder shook. 
“I’m so sorry,” you choked out, tears already falling down your face. Calum’s chest heaved, a tear hitting the top of your head as he breathed you in. He missed how perfectly you fit against him, how much you smelled like home. 
“I’m sorry too,” he sobbed, pressing a kiss to your head before you pulled back enough to look at him. “Can we work this out? Please?” 
You nodded, tears spilling down your cheeks again. “I’d really like that,” you said, Calum pulling you back against his chest. He squeezed you until you were both done crying, his hand lifting your chin so he could press a kiss to your forehead. His lips found yours a moment later, his hands on your hips as he still squeezed you. 
After you both pulled away he bent down, throwing you over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs. You couldn’t help but laugh, this being your favorite thing. “Calum Thomas!” 
A chuckle met your ears as he carried you upstairs. “I missed your laugh, doll. Had to hear it again.” 
You giggled, letting him carry you to bed before he covered you in kisses and cuddles.
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