#calum hood fluffy

[nicksbestie]

Ash teaching Y/N to drum or seeing them drumming and feeling proud

Loved this request <3

Enjoy!!!

Drummer Boy

Pairing - Ashton Irwin x reader

Warnings - none

Word Count - 3583(!!!)

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You couldn’t believe your life had ended up like this. An incredibly fortunate twist of fate brought you into what you had only dreamt of as a child. A pop star's partner. You had run into Ashton Irwin at a coffee shop while he and the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer were on tour. It had been purely coincidence, and honestly an embarrassing experience that he loves to remind you of. You’d turned around too quickly, rushing, looking down at your phone, and collided with him. Luckily he’d found the fluster amusing, and continued to come in.

That coffee shop had always been one of your routine trips in the morning, and after conversation after conversation, he’d finally weaseled his way into getting your number, and things had spiraled from there and here you were, waking up, albeit alone, in his bed, all of your stuff covering half of the walls and dressers.  

And he was a drummer, no less. You’d always had a thing for drummers. Maybe it was the easy workout they get, or maybe it was just the fact that you’d always had a thing for members of the rhythm section. You know what they say. 

You’d slid out of bed and had walked down to make coffee in the kitchen, not feeling like going out today. Wandering into the home studio that Ashton had created while working on Superbloom, you sat down at the small stool behind the piano. You knew a few of their songs off the top of your head, playing a slow rendition of Lover Of Mine when an idea popped into your head. 

You decided to create a cover of Lover Of Mine just for Ashton. Valentine’s Day was quickly approaching and you thought it would be super sweet to do. Although, you didn’t quite know how to play Ashton’s drum part. So, you would leave that for last. You knew how to play guitar, piano, and bass, so you’d record those first. Ashton had shown you enough on mics to know how to professionally create a demo, instead of just recording and doing overlays on your music app on your phone. 

Picking through specific tabs, you decided to start with the bass ones to record because they’d be the most suspicious to be caught recording. Ashton already knew you knew how to play Lover Of Mine on the piano, so that wouldn’t be a surprise, and the chords for the song aren’t the only song using them, so guitar could be played off easily. However, the bass tabs were unique so that would have to be the first one that was recorded. 

You’d always had a love for the bass guitar. The other half of the rhythm section had always called your name. It wasn’t too difficult to quickly get used to the movement of tabs and the adjustment of holding the instrument, and it wasn’t hard to quickly record the beat of it. Listening over the track many ,many times until you decided that it was good enough for you to move on, you quickly made sure it was saved so you wouldn’t lose all of your work. Not like it would take a while to redo it, but still. More hassle with not enough time in the day. 

Moving on to the guitar part, you remembered the main reason you liked bass better. It was easier. The guitar chords hurt your fingers as the thin strings dug into them, and the chords made annoying buzzy sounds, but eventually you got the hang of it. You’d been playing guitar for years, but you still weren’t a huge fan of it, or amazing at it. It just wasn’t your best instrument. That’s okay though, you mastered the few simple chords fairly quickly, almost finishing the guitar part just as quickly as the bass tabs.

This left the piano and drum parts left. Knowing the piano version by heart, you moved back over to work on it quickly. You got caught up in it, enjoying the way that the keys pressed down under your fingers and the pedal amplified the gentle sound. Piano has always been a way to relax and let stress roll off of you. It was like Ashton’s drumming. He used it as stress relief as well. But piano felt different, in a way. There was gentle piano, like Lover Of Mine, and then there was your angry songs, like Take Me To Church, with the trauma-filled lyrics and the pounding beat to it. You sat, recording the piano parts, letting yourself get lost in the melody, and the lyrics rolling through your head.

Drums. The drumming part was gonna be hard. You didn’t know drums. But you were going to try your best to get it done. It might take a few days, and you might have to ask Ashton for help, which you would have to try really hard to not raise his suspicion about it. He had a creepy way of always knowing what was going through your head, and while this may help most of the time, right now it definitely wouldn’t.

Luckily, he took a lot of interest and fun into showing other people how to play his favorite instrument, so you knew a little bit. But not nearly enough to learn a full song, so you spent hours googling and tinkering with it trying to figure out how it would all come together. You relistened to the studio track and the live versions of Lover Of Mine, trying to figure out just how important the drumming was to the song. (Obviously, it’s very important, but you were weighing your options of seeing if it would sound remotely similar or close enough without the drumming in it. That way you could just leave the drums out and you’d be more likely to get away with keeping this secret until Valentine’s Day, and you wouldn’t have to ask Ashton for his help.)

You slipped headphones on to listen to the track while trying to match the sounds on the instrument in front of you. Time was quickly passing by, as you kept the song on loop, slowly working part by part to make progress through the song. You’d gotten about halfway through, completely oblivious to your audience. 

Ashton was standing there, leaning against the doorway. He’d decided to not make you aware of his existence yet. He’d been standing there for quite some time, watching your frustration and your moments of elation when you finally matched them and got some of the notes and beat right. He knew he’d taught you most of what you were using, but it also made him super proud that you were even attempting on your own. It shot fondness straight to his heart, knowing that you were trying to figure out and enjoy the instrument he built his entire life on, the one thing that he loved the most, second only to you. 

He didn’t yet recognize the beat you were attempting to play, but that was fine. He didn’t need to know everything. There was enough he could figure out with just watching that he didn’t want to disturb you. He did wonder why you didn’t just wait and ask him for help when he got back, but shrugged it off. You didn’t have to tell him everything, and he’d always admired your strong sense of independence. It was only when your forehead lines started to crease in frustration and your mouth turned into a thin line in anger, that he decided to step in. Your back was to him, the door being behind the drum kit. He didn’t want to scare you, so he walked up and gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Do you need some help with that?” 

Despite the gentle touch, you were still a bit startled, not expecting him to be there. You quickly pulled off the headphones and switched off of the tab showing the Lover Of Mine tutorial, hoping desperately he hadn’t seen it. You weren’t quite so lucky. He didn’t say anything about it, but he had a small smile on his face that clearly showed he’d seen it. You were happy he didn’t ask questions. Instead, he just reached for the drumsticks in your hands. 

“May I?” 

You nodded, and let go of them, letting him take them from your grip. You stood up and let him take the stool. He sat down and started to play the song. You had taken a seat on the couch across the room, listening and watching the way he easily hit all the correct notes, all the right rhythms. You were slightly jealous of his ability to easily pick up any single instrument that he tried. You’d never been able to do that. But at the same time it was a talent that you admired in him. Among other things, of course. But it was definitely at the top of the list. He finished the song, smiling. 

“That the one you were going for?” 

You nodded. 

“Yea.” 

“Any specific reason?” 

“Nope.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“You sure? You shook your head oddly fast for it to be a coincidence.” 

“I’m sure.” 

He smiled. You knew he could tell you were lying about it, but he didn’t seem to be too hurt. He was many things, but a fool did not happen to be one of them. He knew there was some secret you were holding, but he wasn’t offended by you not wanting to tell him. He’d always respected your privacy when it came to things you didn’t want to tell him, as long as you weren’t holding back hurtful things. However, he did want to help, if you’d let him. 

“Alright then. Come over here, I’ll teach you to play it.”

About an hour later, you’d pretty much mastered the song. Thank god. You knew full well that you wouldn’t have been able to do it without him, but you were also incredibly relieved that you didn’t completely spill your secret and surprise for the upcoming week when he walked in. Thank god he never asked any questions, and didn’t push you to answer anything you didn’t want to. 

“I think you’ve got it!” 

You smiled. Finally. 

“I think so too. Only took forever.” 

He laughed, a real laugh, not one of the chuckles he forces out in interviews when he’s uncomfortable. That made you so much more relieved. 

“It actually didn’t take that long. I expected more time, to be completely honest. Not like I mind. I love spending time with my two favorite things to do.” 

You gave a playful glare. 

“You really chose that wording?” 

He laughed again. 

“Sorry babe. Couldn’t resist.” 

“You definitely could.” 

It was just banter, there was no legitimate anger behind your words.  

Now, you just had to wait until the next day when he wasn’t around so you could record the drum part without him being suspicious over what you were up to. Which turns out, wouldn’t take that long. Just the next day, he walked into your doorway and gently knocked on the frame. 

“Hey love?”

You looked up from scrolling on your phone. 

“Yea, what’s up?” 

He gave a soft, yet sad smile. 

“I have to go to the studio for a few hours. I know that we were supposed to spend today together, and I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright! I know you guys have a lot to do, with the album release coming up and all the promo. No worries!! Just text me when you’re on your way back okay? We can take a rain check for now.”

He walked over and hugged you. 

“I don’t deserve you.” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“You deserve me and more. Go get your work done. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

You were really happy actually, that he finally got out of the house. Not because you didn’t want to spend time with him, but Valentine’s Day was tomorrow, and you had to be able to finish the cover before that morning. Now you would have the opportunity to finish the drum part and the singing part in your short time alone. And that was exactly what you got done. Still remembering the way and rhythm of the drumming, you knocked that out first. You barely made any mistakes and got it done in just a few takes, quickly overlaying it with all of the guitar, bass, and piano cover parts, making sure that it sounded satisfactory to gift. It did. 

You were incredibly happy with the way it was sounding so far, and moved on to start recording the lyrics. You truly enjoyed singing, and had almost gone into it as a career. It was still a heavy secondary part of you. Because of that, you were heavily critical of your own voice. You couldn’t stand listening to it back, which was going to make the recording of it so much more difficult. You recorded triple the takes of every single instrument you’d recorded already put together. You hated the way they all sounded, and you knew in the back of your mind that it was really just your anxiety speaking and that they all sounded fine. However, that didn’t stop the perfectionism in you, so you continued to do take after take until you were satisfied with the results given. 

Finally, you were happy with it, and you moved on to making sure that everything sounded good when it was overlaid and mixed together. It was fairly easy to make sure that all the instruments sounded good, and you decided to just leave it there. You thought the acoustic idea gave it more authenticity and you wanted to keep it that way. It felt more real, more loving. You liked the feeling of it and you hoped Ashton would too. Your phone dinged, right as you were thinking about him, with a message from the devil himself. 

“Hi love, be home in 10. Got everything done, tomorrow is ours!”

“Sounds great. See you soon! <;3”

You quickly finished up everything you were working on, and made sure the demo was saved, but hid it under a folder of other recordings, hoping he wouldn’t look into that specific one later that night. Right as you finished closing everything off and making sure that the drums didn’t look touched, you heard the door open. You slipped behind the piano, pulling up some of the current songs you’d been working on in your free time, gently beginning to play them and waiting for Ash to walk in on his own. It didn’t take him long at all. He came and sat in the room with you, seating himself on the couch and simply listening. The longer the song went, the more a smile grew across his face. As the song drew to a close, you met eyes and smiled back at him.

“I love listening to you play.” 

The smile remained on your face. 

“I could say the same.”

A ton of songs were covered that night, singing, playing, mostly soft loving ones for the upcoming holiday. 

Waking and sitting up the next morning you let out a small sigh of relief. You’d kept the secret until Valentine’s Day. Admittedly one of your favorite smaller holidays. You liked the special days, the ones filled with love and care, even if you both received and shared that same amount of love and care every day. You wouldn’t have settled for less, but you’d never felt like you settled for anything with Ashton. He was truly above and beyond anything you’d ever asked for. You couldn’t wait to show him the gift you’d made him, but you were going to have to wait a bit, for two reasons. The first being that he wasn’t even awake, and the second one being that you had another thing for him. It wasn’t as huge as the cover, but you’d gotten him sunflower seeds to plant in the backyard, knowing he’d been wanting to for a while, along with a card. 

He shifted next to you, rising. His arm reached out, grabbing yours and pulling you back down to lay next to him. 

“C’mere. It’s too early.” 

You laughed. 

“It’s 10:00, goofball. Get up.” 

He shifted, making eye contact. 

“Still too early. Not moving yet.” 

“Happy Valentine's Day to you too, lovely.”

He lifted himself up to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Give me another hour and I promise to woo you.” 

You laughed. 

“Fine. I’m getting up though.” 

He pouted. You relented. 

“Okay, I’ll stay for a bit.” 

Watching as his breath evened out, you waited until you were completely sure that he was asleep. Once you were positive, you slipped out of bed to go set out his stuff on the counter, minus the demo. Doing this, you realized it would make more sense to do it in your home studio room, so that’s where you decided to do it. You moved everything into there, and smiled when you realized Ashton had had the same idea. 

Walking in, there was a vase of flowers sitting on the piano bench, a note taped to them, and a card with your name written in cursive on the front. Deciding to open the card later, you read the small note. 

“I set this up last night after you went to bed. If you’re reading this alone, I probably begged you to let me sleep a bit longer because I hate waking up early. I love you!!! Don’t open the card without me please. <;3”

“I see you found my note.” 

You turned around to see Ash standing in the doorway, hair all ruffled and clearly having just gotten up. 

“I did. It’s been less than an hour though, I’m shocked to see you awake.” 

“The bed got cold without you. Happy Valentine’s Day. Wanna open cards? I got you flowers, obviously.” 

You smiled. 

“Absolutely.”

Cards were opened, and Ashton had the biggest smile opening the small packets of sunflower seeds. 

“I can’t wait to plant these.” 

You laughed. 

“I was hoping you’d be excited. I know you love sunflowers.”

“You’re my sunflower.” 

“Don’t be cheesy.” 

He rolled his eyes. You gave him a side hug to placate him. 

“I have one more thing for you.”

His eyebrows raised in questioning. 

“Okay. Should I be scared?”

You gave a playful glare. 

“No. You should be excited.”

Grabbing the headphones, you handed them to him. 

“You have to put these on.” 

He gave a skeptical look. 

“I’m scared.” 

You gave him a hit to the arm. 

“Shut up and put the headphones on before I revoke my gift.”

He laughed. 

“Fine, fine. Don’t play some creepy sounds.”

You didn’t dignify it with a reply, you just reached over and clicked play on your cover. It didn’t take him very long to realize what was playing in his ears, and his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. 

“Babe-” 

“Listen now, talk later, yeah?” 

It didn’t take very long for the song to finish up, and his face was adorned in such a huge smile. 

“You like it?” 

“I loved it.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Wait a minute- that’s what you were learning the drums for?!” 

You laughed. 

“Yes. I had it all planned, I already had the guitar and bass and piano recorded before you got home. You came home earlier than I expected, and I had to accept your help and hope you wouldn’t ask too many questions. Luckily, you didn’t, although I could tell you had quite a few spinning around in your brain. You made my job amazingly easy when you had to disappear for a few hours to the studio for the next day, giving me all the time I needed. You almost caught me recording the vocals though, I had just finished saving, overlaying, and mixing it with all the instrument tracks when you walked in. I was terrified you’d see the nervousness on my face when I quickly moved over to play the piano right as you entered the room.”

He shook his head, shock and amusement on his face. He couldn’t believe you’d pulled this off right under his nose. Well, maybe that was a lie. You definitely had the guts and the persistence to pull it off, and you definitely contain the ability to create the element of surprise. The thing he was mostly shocked about was the fact that you didn’t have the ability to keep a secret for the life of you, so he was floored that you were able to keep this quiet and continue to work on it for two days. Although, I suppose it is easier when he wasn’t even there.

“I can’t decide whether to laugh, cry, or kiss you.” 

You took a few steps closer to him. 

“I’m good with all three, but I’m especially down for the last one.” 

“I figured you would be.” 

He smiled, pulling you a few steps closer for a long kiss. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you.” 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you more.”

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[chamaleonsoul]

Home

Rating: G Word count: 1,144 Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Calum Hood Summary: With Luke’s arms wrapped around him, bodies fitting together from head to toe, warm, Calum can only be grateful to be home.

Read on AO3

#hello hi #i made a thing #this is very short and very sappy and fluffy and domestic #f you're seeing this mb from a computer screen my deepest condolences but i can't do anything about colour profiles #please look at it from your phone #op #a. fics #5sos fanfic #cake fic #cake #luke hemmings #calum hood #a. moodboards

[5sospicturesque]

Clearing out my camera roll 9450/?

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #groupsos #michael clifford #blonde hair #sweater mikey #smiley mikey #necklace mikey #luke hemmings #2022 #fluffy hair luke #ashton irwin #smiley ash #calum hood #blonde cal #9450

[lashton-is-my-drug]

May 24, 2022

Ash posts pic of and tags Cal via ig story

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #ashton 5sos #calum hood #calum 5sos #fluffy hat #bassist #bass guitar #ashton ig story #ig story

[boomerluke]

Story Update! 

Michael and Luke spend a lazy morning together in bed and Michael promises Luke the best first date later that night - the only problem is he doesn’t know where to take him. That’s where Calum comes in. 

PAPER THIN - CHAPTER 16: mornings

After leaving behind a past he'd rather forget, Luke is excited to finally be living on his own. With the help of his foster parents and best friend, Calum, he finds the perfect apartment- well, almost. The walls are paper thin and there's no hot water after 11 pm, but Luke doesn't care. It's finally a place that Luke can call his own, and while it's lonelier than he expected, it's all his. And if that means he can spend each night curled up with a hot cup of tea reading aloud his favorite mystery novel, he's happy.

Contrary to what his best friend Ashton thinks, Michael likes his life as it is, thank you very much. After surviving an accident that left him permanently blind, Michael's become dependent on his monotonous schedule. Breakfast with Ashton, working on the next novel for his publicist, and dinner with his neighbor, Sierra. Routine and control rule his life and keep him shackled to his shoebox of an apartment, but he prefers it this way. Until he hears his new neighbor reading aloud the book that he wrote.

TW: domestic violence, mental health struggles

#luke hemmings #michael clifford #muke #muke fluff #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #5sos fanfiction #muke clemmings #ashton #calum #first dates #fluffy fanfic #calum hood #ashton irwin

[pochaccomikey]

🤍 cutie-pies 🧸

#look at Michael’s teddy bear top!!!! #that’s literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen #and the hat??? #fluffy ??? cowboy??? hat on calum?? #so sweet #not to mention Michael making people chant Calum’s name #singing I love my best friend Calum #I love their endless need to say I love you on stage #squirtle and togepi #squirtle #calum hood #cth #togepi #michael clifford #mgc #soft michael clifford #malum #luke hemmings #lrh #ashton irwin #afi

[riya-kaur]

calum thomas hood

cw: soft/fluffy calum!

kiss me.

"you look so beautiful right now"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"go on then, kiss me"

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

#calum hood #calum hood imagines #calum 5sos #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum smut #calum imagine #calum hood fluff #calum hood x reader #calum x reader #michael 5sos #michael clifford imagines #ashton irwin imagines #5sos #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings imagines #5sos imagines #luke hemmings #luke 5sos #5sos imagine #5sos fluff

[calumsrockstar]

Lady and the tramp - Calum Hood

a/n: I'm sorry for any historial inacuracies! I wrote this from the top of my head

Contents: description of abuse, royal courting, tooth rotting fluff, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f recieving), creampie, mentions of pregnancy.

You were to be wed to your horrible fiancé, but when you spot a beautiful tall man, you think your luck has changed.

Royal!Calum x Royal!Reader (fem)

You looked in the mirror while you applied your favorite rouge to your cheeks. Tonight was the annual Hood ball, since sir Arthur Hood became king, this became a tradition. Every year lavish parties were thrown to celebrate his reign.

Your fiancé, William, which you were bethrothed to since you were 16, grabbed your arm and dug his nails into your skin. "We cannot be late, y/n. You know Arthur is expecting us." He looked into your eyes sternly. Your lady in waiting, Arabella, watched this happen, knowing if she intervened she would get punished.

"I know, i'm almost ready, i'm terribly sorry" You apologized, wincing from the pain. "Good. We'll be leaving in ten minutes." He replied. Finally releasing your arm, he left the room, allowing you to finish your preparations.

Tears started to form in your eyes, while you rushed to Arabella. "I don´t think i can take this much, Bella." You hugged her. She had been your only friend since you were wed to William.

"Be strong, y/n." She told you, wiping your tears. "You'll get through this, I promise." Making you smile.

"Let me help you get ready, maybe you'll find a new husband." She laughed, making you giggle and sniffle. "Suck in." She said, tightening your corset while you placed your hands on your mirror, scrunching your face.

You were wearing a beautiful lavender gown, with your hair put up and slighly curled. You also wore an expensive pearl necklace and white gloves. The epitome of class, you looked absolutely gorgeous.

You turned to Arabella. "How do I look?" You asked. "Splendid." She replied, smiling. She gave you a final hug. "We'll see each other soon." You grinned. "When I get back, I'll tell you all about it."

The ride to the castle was long and arduous. You felt your stomach turn into knots, especially because your fiancé was right by your side, keeping an eye on you.

When you finally got out of your carriage, you observed an extraordinarily large castle, with a huge water fountain, and yards of bright green shrubbery. The night was cold, but William refused to give you his coat.

You walked in with your arm intertwined with your fiancé, getting lost in the big castle. When you finally found the ballroom, it was enormous, checkered floors with gold marble statues, big chandeliers and what seemed to be hundreds of tables.

Loud classical music was playing and you saw hundreds of unfamiliar faces laughing and chatting. You wished you could be as relaxed as them, talking with your partner.

You heard your fiancé hum pleasantly, meaning he was satisfied with what he saw, you on the other hand were terrified. "I don´t know how to dance William, i´ve never been to a ball." You told him. "You´ll learn now, don´t give me attitude." He replied, making you put your head down.

Your eyes locked on one particular man. He was the only one who was sitting down, and he was munching on a quiche, with crumbs all over his suit.

He was astonishingly handsome, fluffy dark hair and soulful deep brown eyes, his bushy eyebrows framed his face perfectly. You giggled, observing the strange sight of the handsome brute.

Women started gathering at one side of the room, while men on another, signifying that the dance was about to start. The mysterious man didn��t get up, instead watched, smiling.

Your fiancé whispered in your ear. "Don't ruin this for me, y/n." Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded.

You walked up to William, and tried to fit in as much as possible, placing your hand on his and twirling around, looking like a scared little bunny.

The stranger noticed this, he leaned over from his chair, furrowing his eyebrows. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, you looked stunning in your dress that moved with evey step you took.

He also noticed your fiancé, which had an angry expression, watching over you like a hawk, mentally critiziing every step you took.

When the dance was finally over, William whispered in your ear "We´ll have a talk when we get home." A man came up behind him and greeted him, prompting a sappy conversation. This was your chance to run and dissapear into the crowd.

You picked up your pace, looking over your shoulder to make sure William wasn´t following you, when you bumped into a tall stranger.

"I´m so sorry." You scrambled to find words, when you looked up to see the same person you locked eyes 20 minutes ago. "It´s no problem at all." He smiled.

"What´s wrong?" He asked. You stuttered "Nothing, i´ll be on my way." You replied. "What is a beautiful princess like you running away from?" He asked you.

You gulped. "My fiancé." You covered your mouth, having blurted out very personal information. He raised an eyebrow. "What did he do?" He asked.

The cat´s out of the bag now, you thought. "He´s horrible, he made me come to this ball when I don´t even know how to dance!" You exclaimed, making him chuckle.

"I don´t really like these types of things too." He said, making you laugh in surprise. "What´s your name, if I may ask?" He inquired.

"y/n y/l/n" You replied. "What about yours?"

"Calum." He said. "And your last name?" You questioned.

He started blushing. "Hood." You opened your eyes. "Calum Hood? Like Arthur Hood?" You asked, making him nod.

"Oh my God, I´m so sorry sir-" You exclaimed, and he stopped your sentence, smiling. "It´s fine, you can call me Calum, it´s not your fault i´ve been born into this family."

"Why aren´t you dancing? I can see all those ladies in waiting swooning over you." You smiled. "They´re boring, i´d much rather be with you." He smiled.

Your breath hitched in your throat. "Um, aren´t you married to anyone?" You stuttered. "Yes, she´s pretty and all, but I got married for political reasons, and i´m pretty sure she´s not faithful." He winked.

"Oh." You laughed awkwardly. "Would you like to see the gardens with me?" He asked. You looked back at William, who was clearly preoccupied with a ginger woman, swiping her hand on his arm. "Yes, I would like that." You replied.

He stuck out his hand and yours met his. You felt the ruggedness of his hand through your gloves.

The garden was massive, with hundreds of different flowers and bushes. The air was crisp and chilly and the night sky was clear. Calum saw you shivering and took off his expensive coat to give it to you. "There´s really no need, sir-I mean, Calum." You told him. "It´s my pleasure, y/n." He answered.

He sat down on a marble bench, and patted at his side, prompting you to sit down. You smelled his scent on his coat, he smelled of musk and roses.

There was a calm and comfortable silence. "I can´t believe you´ve never been to a ball, princess." Calum said, breaking the ice. "Yeah, i´m mostly cooped up in my room. I like to write, and paint." You said softly.

"Why are you here with me?" You asked. "Do I need a reason?" he said back, making you smile. You shook your head to signal a "no".

"Do you like being royalty?" You blurted out. "No, not really." He answered. "I feel like a chess piece, being married for political alliances, I can never be who I want, love who I want. It´s given to me like a prophecy, I can never get rid of it." You nodded. "I understand."

You noticed a statue that looked just like him. "You don´t like the statues?" You laughed, making him grin. "I hate those statues, they look hideous." He laughed. "I think i´m much more handsome in real life."

He noticed the bruises on your arms, when your gloves were pulled down, tracing his hands on them. His touch stirred nerves which you never knew you had inside of you. "Did he do this to you?" He said, and you knew exactly who he was talking about.

For the first time since you were a child, you felt safe. You nodded, with tears starting to form in your eyes, he lifted your head with his hands. "You deserve so much better." You looked up at him, starry eyed. You observed that he had a few beauty marks on his face.

At this point, the front parts of your hair had fallen out of your ponytail, framing your face. In the moonlight, you looked like a godess among men.

One part of your brain was telling you that this was wrong, and that you had to go back to your fiancé, but the other part knew that this felt right.

You slowly closed your eyes and placed a kiss on his lips. You felt him smile into it. He kissed you again, more passionately, his lips hungry for yours, while he held your face with both hands. "You´re so beautiful." He said, making you smile. "Nobody should ever make you feel this way, princess."

Your head was fuzzy, you couldn´t think straight, feelings that were buried deep inside you were being stirred, making you blush. Calum heard his name being called out, meaning he had to go back inside. "I wish I could stay here forever." You said. "Me too." Calum agreed.

"I hope to see you soon, y/n" Calum said. "Likewise." You replied, heading back inside the ballroom.

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Two weeks went by, slowly, all that was in your head was CalumCalumCalumCalum. You told Arabella all about your adventures. and she agreed that you should meet him again.

You were all he thought about. When he went to bed, when he had dinner with the royal family. when he went to shower. How he longed to touch your soft hands, and hold your delicate face.

While you were painting, you heard a knock on your door. "There´s been a letter delivered to you, Princess y/n." The guard said. You thanked him, and closed the door to your room.

To my beloved y/n:

I cannot hold it any longer, my heart aches for you. On Saturday, I will send you a carriage, at eleven in the morning, driven by my best men. If you don´t accept, please ask them to leave. But I hope you do see me.

From yours truly, Calum Hood.

You stood reading the letter, with your mouth wide open. You decided to accept, since your fiancé would not be home, this was a perfect opportunity to go see Calum.

You could not go to sleep, your body was on fire, every nerve longed for Calum´s touch. You´ve never felt this before, for anyone.

You stayed awake for the remaining of the night, painting, since you couldn´t go to sleep.

At the early hours of the morning, Arabella came into your room. "I´m going to go see Calum." You giggled. Arabella smiled. "When?" She asked. "At eleven, today." You replied, prompting her to hug you. "But you cannot tell William, or a single soul." You whispered. Arabella did an imaginative motion with her hand, zipping up her mouth and throwing away the key.

Counting the minutes to 11, you were outside waiting. Sure enough, there was a caarriage there. You looked to your guards for approval and nodded, then entered it.

Falling asleep, you woke up to a sudden stop. You had gotten to the castle, even more beautiful in the daytime.

The big gates were opened, and you wandered in, looking through the rooms was when you found him, sitting at a dining table. Both of your eyes lit up as you saw each other.

You ran up to him, and then realized you should be curteous, and bowed to him, making him laugh. "It´s okay y/n, nobody´s looking." You looked around, and gave him a kiss on the lips, making him smile. "I missed you." He said. "It´s only been two weeks." You giggled. "That´s already too much." He replied.

"Shall I give you a tour of the castle, m´lady?" He said, bowing sarcastically. "You may." You giggled and grabbed his hand.

You both ran througout the castle, going through the main hall, the kitchens, bathrooms, laundry rooms, all the guest chambers and the cellars.

"I have one more thing I want to show you." He said, grinning, and taking you up a big flight of stairs.

You both entered a gigantic room, with a huge red bed and a few giant paintings of Calum. "Welcome to my chambers, m´lady." He grinned while you had your mouth wide open. You let go of his hand and went to explore, touching all of the furniture and the bed. "I think this is the best room." You smiled, making Calum chuckle.

You couldn´t help but laugh at the paintings, depicting Calum in various positions, posing. "I know, those paintings are ridiculous." He blushed. "I think they´re marvelous." You giggled. "Very fancy."

You turned around to see Calum standing in front of you. "I think you´re much more handsome in person, sir." You told him, making him smile and roll his eyes. "You really think so?" He asked. "Of course." You replied, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, whispering "Well, I think you´re beautiful too, y/n." Kissing your neck. You couldn´t help but moan into his kisses, making your body feel on fire.

"Calum - William is expecting me soon." You stuttered. "Does William make you feel like this?" He asked, grazing his hands on your ass. You shook your head signaling a no. "Then fuck him, you don´t deserve him."

William had sex with you, but it was never something for your pleasure. He got himself off and that was it. Calum felt different, he felt like he cared.

You pulled him into a kiss, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him onto the bed. Making him smile. When the kiss was broken, you observed his messy hair and his big grin.

Today, you opted to not wear a corset, and wear a simple blue dress. Just your luck, you thought.

He pointed to the hem of your dress. "May I?" He asked. You nodded. "Please." Making him grin. "Good girl."

"You look so beautiful, let me make you feel good, princess." He said, dragging his eyes up at you, observing every curve in your body.

He unclasped your bra and took off your underwear, gently making you lay down on the huge bed.

You clenched your legs together, in embarassment while Calum placed sloppy kisses from your mouth to your stomach. "No need to be shy, princess. You look gorgeous." He said, making you blush, and gently parting your legs with his hands.

You hid your face in your hands, covering your blushing. You felt his hot breath on your core. You had never felt like this in your life. A carnal desire for someone.

His tongue finally made contact with your soaking pussy. Making you throw your head back, as he lapped long stripes inside of you. "Oh-oh my God." You moaned, while gently grabbing a handful of his hair, making him audibly groan.

With your back arching off the matress, he used his toungue in meticulous pattern, rubbing circles against your clit that had you squirming.

"You taste amazing, y/n." He said, in between licks, making you blush at the praise, rolling your eyes back into your head.

You felt like there was a rubber band about to snap inside of you. "I´m close, Calum." You groaned, as you felt your pussy twitch in electryfing pleasure. "Come for me." He said with a deep gravel in his voice.

You felt that cord snap, cumming all over his face, coating his stubble. "Holy fuck." You laughed.

"Take off your clothes please, I want to see you." You begged Calum. "Your wish is my command, princess." He took off his long sleeve shirt. "You have tattoos, they´re beautiful." You said, trailing your hands through his biceps.

"Thanks, princess." He smiled, taking off his pants and his boxers. You watched his erection spring up, hitting his stomach, making your jaw drop. Precum was bubbling on his tip.

"I need you inside me, Calum." You mewled. "So needy..." He chuckled. "Please."

Grabbing your back with his large hands, he slowly filled you up. making sure you were getting used to his size. "Are you okay?" He asked. You just nodded, biting your lip. "You can move now." You told him. His opened mouth turned into a long drawn out moan,

The stretch turned into pleasure, while he pushed into you, you made obscene noises, looking him in the eyes making him go absolutely feral. "You're gonna be the death of me, y/n." He groaned.

He started picking up the pace, while your nails scratched his back, he was wincing at the pain, but he enjoyed this very much.

You were moaning wantonly, and he pressed his hand against your stomach, only doubling your already unbearable pleasure even more.

"I´m gonna come, please fill me up, Calum." You moaned, not even thinking about the words that you said.

There was always the risk of pregnancy, if you were to get pregnant, you could be forced to marry him, but you didn´t think it was a bad idea after all.

"Yeah, want me to fill you up with my babies?" He moaned, while you bit your lip. "Yes, please, that´s all I want."

Calum´s weight on you, and the way his cock drives into you makes your eyes roll back, your brain going fuzzy. Every nerve inside you being stimulated at the same time.

"Oh god - Oh, Calum!" You exclaim, clenching your walls. "Cum for me, y/n, wanna see that pretty pussy cum all over my cock." Like a button was pressed, you gushed all over him, panting.

He buries his face into your neck, and you feel hot ropes of cum inside you, you ride him through his orgasm, watching his muscles relax.

He smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear. "Let´s get you cleaned up, shall we, princess?" You smiled and nodded. "That would be great, thank you."

Grabbing a wet washcloth, he helped you clean up, and put your dress back on.

You both laid down, facing each other.

"Your fiancé never touched you like this?" He had a soft expresison on his face. "Not really, just got off for himself if i´m being honest." You replied.

"What a cunt." He rolled his eyes. You burst out laughing. "Yeah, you could say that." You smiled.

Your expression turned serious. "You know there´s a chance we could have a baby, right?" You asked him. "Yes, I know." He softened his gaze. "You´d have to marry me." You added. "Yes, I know." He repeasted and smiled.

You smiled back. "Would you like that?" He asked. "I would love it." You grinned back.

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[bratzforchris]

Hey! I love your work! :) Could you please write a fic about Calum hood where he is autistic and needs some help on tour from the other boys? (For example, not enjoying changes of sleeping arrangements from a tour bus to a hotel room.) Also, no pressure for getting this done, take your time XX (plus, could I be mentioned if and when it gets posted so I can see the fic because if love to see what you can do with this prompt 🙂) thank you!!

Tour Struggles

A/N: hi! I was struggling a bit with this prompt, so I decided to turn it into headcanons! I hope you love it @tinymushroommangofish <3

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✤ when the guys are on tour, it usually helps if calum knows the schedule for the next day the night before. that way, he knows what's coming and can plan accordingly

✤ cal always rooms with michael when they stay in hotels, mostly because he has the strongest connection with him

✤ sometimes it's hard to meet fans on the street or when the band gets to the hotel because of all the screaming, so he makes sure to keep ear plugs or ear buds in his pocket

✤ luckily, all of the road staff are very understanding of calum's disability and are always willing to accommodate him

✤ duke is calum's service dog. he helps keep him calm during transitions and it usually helps to have some fluffy snuggles before the band goes onstage :)

✤ the band's bus has fidget toys everywhere and the other guys usually like to play with them too

✤ luke is calum's designated "deep pressure therapy" when they're on tour. it can hard to keep track of a weighted blanket when they're constantly switching from the bus to the hotel room. between luke's gentle, quiet demeanor and his height and weight he's the perfect snuggle pal when calum wants deep pressure

✤ every morning calum has designated "alone time". this helps him regulate because he usually engages in his special interests and takes some time to decompress

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hey nat, uhhhh asking for a friend, where did you get that picture of calum hood in the fluffy brown hair collage 👀

it’s from pinterest !! here’s the full pic!! 😋

#asks #my man my man my man

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter seventeen

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 14, 2018 los angeles, california orion

Since our tense conversation — I can’t call it a fight, nor do I want to — Calum has texted me at least once every hour that he’s awake. It’s refreshing. He’s a much better partner and boyfriend than any of my previous relationships in all regards, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he’s actually following up on what he says. 

My ex that I’d dated from the start of freshman year through a few months before I left for Spain was horrible about texting me. He’d always forget to text me good night, then didn’t bother to reply to my good mornings. We wouldn’t start texting until I’d text him again a few hours later. I would time that message by posting a Snapchat story and then waiting to see if he’d viewed it. It was toxic, and he never followed up on his promises that things would get better and he’d text me more.

It had always felt silly to get so hung up on something so seemingly small, but it kept being a recurring problem. He always promised that he would text me more and show me just how important I was, but the proof never showed up. 

With Calum, the moment he knows I have a problem with something, he works to fix it. This is another instance of it. While it may only be two days after he promised he’d keep in better contact with me, he has upheld his promise impeccably. 

Just more reasons to love him, and more reason to be racked with guilt from keeping a massive, literally life or death, secret from him. 

Today is round three of chemotherapy, and since we both are going to the same place, Macy and I are going together. Her mom will drop us off and Emelia will pick us up. I’ve packed my fluffy blanket again, along with Uno and a phone charger. It’s yet again another day where I wear one of Calum’s left-behind sweatshirts with a pair of shorts that are hidden underneath the oversized top. With my worn-out but very comfortable Birkenstocks, I’m wearing fuzzy socks.

Macy knocks on my door to let me know she’s here, and I give Duke a peanut butter filled Kong to keep him busy while I’m gone. I swing open the door and find her standing there, wearing an outfit almost identical to mine, except her sweatshirt is likely her own, with UCSD in large, embroidered block letters across the chest. 

“Good morning,” I tell her. I close the door behind myself and lock it.

“Damn, I really thought I might get an Orion latte this morning,” she pouts.

“Oh, shit, I can go back in and make you one? It’ll only take a few minutes.”

Macy shakes her head. “No, I’m fine. Maybe next time, though?” 

I nod and we start walking toward the elevator. “Yeah, next time. How are you feeling today?”

Macy has just this week and next week left on this treatment cycle. Her team is pretty confident that this final round should hopefully send her back into remission and she can resume her coursework in the spring. After years of going in and out of treatment, Macy doesn’t want to get her hopes up, so she’s currently still planning on starting school again in the fall next year. That said, she’s felt pretty miserable for the past few weeks. 

Her cancer — Hodgkin’s lymphoma — is currently just in stage one, caught early because she has regular visits to her oncologist over the years to monitor. While my treatment is supposed to be six weeks of chemo appointments, hers is only three weeks, but she has them twice a week. 

“Like death, but, just means it’s working,” she says, pressing the button for the lobby. “You?”

“Same.”

We ride down to the lobby in silence, listening to the hum of the machinery that makes it move. There’s no elevator music, which I’m grateful for since I don’t know if I could listen to it every time I take the elevator. When the doors slide open, we find Ron behind the desk like normal, and he smiles when he sees us. I fight to smile back at him.

“Good morning!” He calls out.

Macy and I both raise a hand in a haphazard wave. 

“Morning, Ron,” I manage to reply.

Macy’s mom is waiting for us in the car in the parking garage, and she’s on some kind of business call when we get in, so she doesn’t say anything to us as we buckle our seatbelts and she pulls out of the parking space. Macy and I are both just on our phones for the drive, since her mom’s call seems pretty important and I don’t want my voice to be echoing in the background.

I check my phone for the first time since I woke up and see that Ashton has texted me. It’s in the wee hours of the morning in Adelaide, which is where they should be now, so I’m going to guess that he’s out partying or just coming back to their hotel from it. 

From: irwie will you be honest can you tell me how you’re really doing none of the bs where you pretend you’re fine i’m worried i can’t stop thinking about it i can’t sleep i know you and i know you’re pretending it’s all fine and you’re not miserable. please just give me a real update

After reading through, I decide he’s probably not drunk. I don’t think he is out either. I think he’s probably just laying in his bed and overthinking. Kay is probably sound asleep next to him. I triple check the time conversion, and it’s 3:42 am there. I wish that he was as blind to what I’m actually doing back in LA as Calum is. 

To: irwie ash, please go to sleep i’ll be fine

Calum had texted me goodnight a few hours prior, too, complete with a selfie of him wearing a sweatshirt I bought him, but I wait to reply to him, since I don’t want the notification to wake him up. I’ll send a message in a few hours while Macy and I get our drips of poison.

Ashton replies almost immediately.

From: irwie orion, please it’s late, i just want to know the truth

To: irwie ash… it’s fine just go to sleep

From: irwie stop it. tell me the truth

To: irwie i’m not lying. it’s fine. it’s gonna be fine

From: irwie you keep saying that but i literally don’t believe you at all just give me an ounce of the truth please

To: irwie oh my god fine i’ve lost 10 pounds bc i’m so nauseous i can barely eat and my body feels like it’s covered in bruises but there are no bruises it just hurts and i’m so fucking tired there’s your update 

There’s no activity from Ashton after I send that, and when I look up, we’re at the hospital. Macy’s mom is still on the phone, so we quietly open our doors. I get out of the car and I watch as her mom gives her arm a squeeze, and then Macy joins me. We walk inside and check in, and then we go our separate ways to get our vitals taken. 

When we reconvene at the armchairs, Macy is waiting for me. 

“My mom says she’s sorry she couldn’t talk in the car,” she mentions as I sit down. 

Two employees come over with their carts to hook us up to the IVs. As usual, I close my eyes so I don’t have to watch it happen. 

“No, it’s okay, I know she has work.”

I feel the coolness of the wipe on my arm, and I brace for the impact of the needle in my skin. With the pinch, I feel my phone vibrate on my lap.

“I told her you wouldn’t mind, but I just wanted you to know she did apologize.”

I nod, my eyes still shut. When I feel tape over the IV in my arm, I open my eyes again, giving the nurse who’d done it a smile. She tells us to let them know if we need anything before they disappear to tend to other patients. 

“Tell her I said thank you for the ride,” I say. I pull my phone out again, seeing what the notification is. It’s Ashton, unsurprisingly. 

From: irwie orion promise me you’ll ask for help if you really need it we can’t lose you

His third text is gut-wrenching enough to send me into an emotional spiral, but I do my best to hold myself together. I fight the urge to start crying in the middle of this room where I’m surrounded by people who are all fighting the same battle. It would feel like I’m belittling them. We’re all struggling through the same thing. Why would I be special enough to cry while everyone else is acting fine?

I take a deep breath before I reply.

To: irwie i’m fine. it’s fine.

From: irwie can you please stop lying

To: irwie everything remains as is until i can tell calum.

When he doesn’t reply instantly, I follow up again.

To: irwie please, please go to sleep.

From: irwie 👍

Now he’s mad at me, but hopefully he will at least go to sleep now. 

Frustratedly, I lock my phone and push it into the kangaroo pocket on my sweatshirt. 

“You good?” Macy asks from next to me.

I gulp, rubbing my eyes. I feel like crying, but this isn’t the time or place. “Yeah, it’s fine. It’s just Ashton.” 

“What do you mean?”

Macy knows that Ashton is the only one on the tour who knows about my leukemia, so I know she understands why there may be a problem there. I guess I didn’t really give much context, so her question is valid. 

“So it’s like 3:30 am there and he’s texting me saying he can’t sleep and I need to tell him how I’m really doing.” 

An unusual smile paints itself across her face. “And that bothers you?”

Bothering me isn’t exactly how I’d describe it. “I just want him to live his life.”

“Orion,” she starts. “Just because you’re stifling your emotions about this whole thing doesn’t mean he can.”

I’m not stifling my emotions. I’ve cried almost every day since Calum left. I feel like I’m drowning in everything that’s going on and it’s practically the only thing that I can think about. My little detour to feeling sad that Calum wasn’t communicating with me as much as I wanted him to was brief, and most of the time I’m just thinking about my literal impending doom. 

“I’m not stifling my emotions.”

I don’t meet her eyes, but I know that she rolls them. 

“Just because I’m not talking about them doesn’t mean I don’t have them,” I add.

“Can I be honest?” Macy asks.

“I’d prefer you always be honest, so yes.”

“I feel like you’re still in denial about all of this.”

When I don’t have something articulated to say straight away, she adds more.

“I don’t know if it’s truly all set in, and I think a lot of that stems from you not telling Calum.”

She’s probably right. I don’t feel like I can let myself really think everything through, because I know that once I do, I’m one step closer to calling Calum and messing everything up. I’ve worked too hard to protect Calum from my reality. I can’t just throw it all away because I get depressed about my lack of potential future. Even when I’m just home and all alone, I don’t let myself feel sad about the cancer. I just focus on being sad about being alone. 

My life is ending, at a faster rate than most other people’s, but right now, I just feel like someone going through a long distance relationship while having the flu. I’m sick and I’m lonely but I don’t feel like I have really processed just how sick I actually am.

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a/n: day 2 of nanowrimo we are just over 5k words so far!!!!!!

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[talkfastromance4]

Decided with Calum and dialogue 40 for day 11! Also, hockey!cal is already back🥰

Calum watched you from his permanent perch on his large couch as you fluttered like a bird around his apartment. It’s his first day with the brace from tearing his MCL in one of his games. You were watching from the sidelines when Cal got shoved by an opposing player and when he didn’t get up after thirty seconds, everyone was on alert.

His teammates circled around him, the ones on the bench stood up, his coach and medic ran straight onto the ice and you were standing in fear with the rest of the audience. A buzzing hum filled the arena, the announcer listing some stats while they wait to hear and see how Hood is doing.

Through the legs of everyone on the ice you could see he had his helmet off, his face contorted in pain as he nodded or shook his head at the medic. The ambulance car appeared on the ice and he was helped in a sitting position. You were out of your seat as he waved to the crowd and they applauded him off.

You weren’t allowed to see him until he was properly diagnosed and then you had to meet him at the hospital. To say you were scared was an understatement. You paced in the waiting area until you were told to see him.

“Hey Princess,” he smiled tiredly and you did a quick scan of his body. No cast on either of his appendages.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” you rushed out standing next to him.

“Tore my MCL,” he sighed taking your hand, “Gonna need a brace and rest up for about 2-4 weeks.”

“Do you need surgery?”

“They don’t think so. Heat, ice, and elevation should fix on its own. Will you be my nurse?” he asked jokingly but you took it to heart.

And now here he sits watching you pull an assortment of food, beverages, blankets, candles, medication and other things he didn’t see because you went into the kitchen.

“Did you buy everything in Walgreens?” he grins.

“Huh?” you ask resting your hands on your hips. “I just bought the essentials. We’re gonna try and get you back on the ice in two weeks, mister. How’re you feeling? Any pain? When did you last ice or heat?”

“A few hours ago–”

“I’ll get the heating pad–”

“y/n–”

“Are you hungry? I picked up some soup from the deli but if you want something more hearty–”

“Princess!” he shouts until you stop talking and stare at him. He motions you over with his fingers. “C’mere.”

You shuffle towards him and he pulls you onto his lap, you freak out not wanting to hurt him but he hushes your qualms.

“Take a breath,” he laughs. “You’ve done enough already. All I want to do right now is cuddle you and watch a movie.”

And you did just that, you watched nearly every holiday movie you could find on any streaming service. Even the corny Hallmark ones that he insisted on watching.

One night when you were over after your own skating practice, you brought over some cookies you made for him to eat. You’d been spending the night (purely accident) pretty frequently because you always fell asleep watching movies with him. This time, you actually brought an overnight bag because you were going to watch all of the Santa Clause movies with Tim Allen.

“Can you make me hot chocolate?” he asks, rubbing at your arm. You were nestled on his chest under a big fluffy blanket.

“Just like how Judy made?” you smile since that’s the part of the movie you’re on.

“No, how you make it. With white chocolate chips and marshmallows.”

“Mm name all the reindeer and I will.”

“Oh shit,” he groans closing his eyes.

“It’s only nine!”

“Nine?! I thought there were eight?”

“Rudolph is the ninth reindeer, babe,” you laugh.

“Well there’s one,” he teases kissing your nose. “Uhh there’s Comet…Blizzard?”

“Blizzard? What kind of name is that?”

“I don’t know!”

“Blitzen, so that’s close. Go on.”

“Cupid?” he asks and you nod ticking off your fingers. “Prancer…”

He ended up singing through the song until he finally got all of the reindeer names correctly.

“Good boy, you get extra marshmallows.”

“How about some extra kisses?” He pulls you in for a kiss, his hand on your lower back securing you against him.

Before you could get too carried away, you pulled away to go make his hot chocolate. Calum had to adjust himself under the blanket, he got a little too excited from that kiss and it’s been killing him that he can’t go further. Not that you don’t want to, but because he isn’t fully healed yet.

When you return with his hot cocoa, you take turns sipping it as you finish the movie.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” he tells you, his fingers are playing with your hair.

“Anytime,” you kiss his cheek.

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[writersdare]

8 from prompt list with Luke or Calum, angsty but with a happy fluffy ending please 😊

Love your work, looking forward to more of your stuff

Paris Broke My Heart (p.2) | Calum Hood Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her) Summary: A whole year apart. Is there even a chance for Calum and Y/N to be together? Warning: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol Prompt list: 8: “Please, tell me it meant something for you.”

Hi, thank you for your kind words! As this number was already requested, I figured I'd combine them and write the second part for Paris Broke My Heart (p.1) | Calum Hood as the prompt seemed perfect for it! I hope you don't mind and will enjoy the story, there is fluff, too, just like you asked ♡

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[allsassnoclass]

(oh, your love is) sunlight

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Calum Hood Rating: teen Key Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampires, Vampire Calum, early mornings, bittersweet Word Count: around 1,315 Read on AO3

Summary:

That might be what Calum misses most about being alive. Sure, he misses the taste of real food, not the concoction he gets from Luke's store, and he misses the feeling of knowing his body was keeping him alive, of breath moving through his lungs and blood pumping in his veins, but when he dreams about being human, he dreams of the sun.

Perhaps that's why he's so drawn to Luke.

Set in the same universe as my vampire Michael fics, although it can be read as a standalone.

At 7:53 in the morning, Luke is still asleep.

The old clock Luke found at a garage sale sits in the corner, its faint ticking the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.  Everything is cloaked in the shadows of the early morning despite the summer sun high in the sky outside the window, and Luke’s fluffy comforter is rumpled and twisted, leaving Luke half uncovered, the smooth slope of his shoulders and pale skin of his neck on display.

Calum watches the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, an unconscious function that he doesn't have to think about the way that Calum does.  A stray curl that fell across his face during the night flutters with each gentle exhale from his parted lips, a patch of pale yellow illuminated by a sliver of sunlight streaming in through the curtain that they neglected to properly close last night.  If Calum had been cuddled close enough for the light to fall on him as well, he would've woken in pain and had to shift to prevent blistering, but Luke doesn't have that issue.  The sun is welcome on his face, a sensation that Calum doesn't have access to anymore.

Back when he was alive, Calum loved being out in the sun.  He would spend hours bathing in the golden rays, watching his skin turn a shade darker in some places and rosy-red in others, squinting to see against the brightness.  He loved the warmth that came from basking in natural light, even when he overdid it and it turned to a gentle burn, only a slight thing compared to what the sun can do to him now.

That might be what Calum misses most about being alive.  Sure, he misses the taste of real food, not the concoction he gets from Luke's store, and he misses the feeling of knowing his body was keeping him alive, of breath moving through his lungs and blood pumping in his veins, but when he dreams about being human, he dreams of the sun.

Perhaps that's why he's so drawn to Luke.

When Calum first met Luke at his shop months ago, he thought he was cute, with clear blue eyes and blond hair long enough to form ringlets at the top of his head.  Calum cracked an awkward joke, still not over his shyness even after decades of trying to work through it, and Luke's answering laugh felt like a sunbeam on his skin, so sudden and shocking that Calum forgot that he's dead for a moment.  It almost felt like he had a heart that could skip beats.

Now, months later, Calum still marvels at the way Luke is able to make him feel.  He's endearingly dorky and tries to cover it with bad jokes, but is achingly sincere about things that he truly cares about.  He’s absolutely beautiful, but gets bashful whenever Calum sings his praises, always deflecting with a joke.  He's exceptionally grumpy when he wakes up in the mornings, but loves nothing more than a good cuddle and some quality time, even though Calum’s skin is always cool to the touch.

He never thinks twice about inviting himself into Calum’s personal space, eager to lean against his shoulder when they watch movies or take his hand across the table while they eat.  Michael is the only other person who has been so comfortable getting close in the past few decades.  He’s had other partners, of course, but he’s seen the hesitancy once they fully realized what he is, the way that they would pause for a millisecond before reaching out.

He’s seen people stop thinking of him as a person and start thinking of him as a creature.

That has never been a problem with Luke.  Maybe it’s because he never knew Calum without the knowledge that he’s a vampire, or because he interacts with other supernatural beings every day at the store.  As a witch, he knows what it’s like to be different, even if he’s still human at the end of the day.

Or maybe it’s just because he’s Luke.  He’s good, in a way that Calum isn’t used to.  He embraces the world with an openness and enthusiasm that Calum has long since lost, like the world is full of endless wonders for him to discover, all of them beautiful.  It’s refreshing, like how he remembers a cool drink of water feeling on a warm, sunny day.  It makes Calum want to stay awake all night with him, as if he can re-learn how to see the world that way too if he stays close enough.

It hasn’t quite worked yet.  Despite their nights together, Calum is still a cynical old bastard, but he likes to think he’s better than he used to be.  He likes to think that he’s remembering what it was like to live.

Luke shifts, resettling again a moment later, still stuck in his dreams.  His fingers curl and relax, drawing Calum’s eyes to the delicate skin of his wrist, propped on the mattress between them.  Calum’s gaze traces the red scares on the otherwise pale skin, puncture wounds where his fangs pierced flesh.  They’re fresh, but even as they fade with the years once Calum leaves, they’ll never fully disappear.

Permanent marks on a temporary person.

Because the fact of the matter is that Luke, however wonderful, will not be with Calum forever.  They aren’t like Michael and Ashton, who get to spend infinity together, neither of them growing a day over thirty.  Luke is still so young, but in a few weeks he’ll be older than Calum was when he was turned, and then he’ll continue to age beyond that.  Michael and Calum move every few decades to keep people from getting suspicious, and while Ashton will come with them, Luke has a life here.  Even if he uproots himself the first time, eventually he’ll grow old and tired.  Eventually, he’ll die.

One day, Luke will be as far out of reach as the sunlight.

Calum carefully brushes the tips of his fingers over the scars, Luke’s pulse fluttering underneath his touch.  Calum prefers to feed from the neck usually, as is traditional, but Luke asked for the wrist.  He said that he wanted to see Calum while he did it.

He’s the only person who always wants to see Calum, in every context.  It’s terrifying, but exhilarating.  Calum doesn’t know how he’s going to let it go.

Luke hums and presses his face against his pillow.  Calum freezes his movements, but it’s too late.  Luke cracks open an eye, the bare beginnings of a smile gracing the corner of his mouth that isn’t hidden.

“Wha’r’you doin’?” he asks, tone light and syllables mushed together.  Calum smiles reflexively at the sound.  He’s in a good mood this morning, an unexpected blessing that he’s infinitely lucky to experience.

“Nothing,” he whispers back.  “Just admiring the view.”

Luke scrunches his nose.  Calum wants to reach out and boop it, but it’s right in the path of the sun, and by the time he pushes aside his hesitancy, Luke’s face has smoothed out again and he’s blinking at Calum inquisitively.

“”S there somethin’ on my face?” he asks, sunlight bisecting his features like a scar.  Calum shakes his head.  His eyes are so blue, and suddenly Calum can’t fathom a world where he doesn’t get to wake up to this sight every day.  He leans forward, rolling Luke onto his back so he can capture his lips.  Luke hums against his mouth, soft and warm underneath him, and Calum’s fangs prick at the inside of his lips.  Luke wraps his arms around him and hooks a foot behind his calf, trapping him against his body.  Calum sinks into him, never wanting to leave.

Across the back of his scalp, the strip of sunlight burns.

#my writing #cake #5sos fic #5sos fanfiction #can y'all believe. that the only 2 actual pieces of writing i've posted for 2023. are both cake. #because *i* can't believe it #anyway. don't expect more i've hit my cap for the year now unless i get inspo for their fake dating one #but please enjoy this! #i was supposed to write it for writing week. i did not finish it #writing has really not been happening at all this year and i miss it #i miss it!!!!!!!

[saucymalum]

Sunset C.H

Calum Hood x reader

Summary: Inspired by Favorite T-Shirt by Jake Scott

Originally posted on my Instagram

Word Count: 604

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It was unexpected when Calum knocked on my door this afternoon. I thought he was busy, but with the way he rushed me to get ready and get out the door, I guess he had other plans. He wouldn’t dare tell me what was happening though, he just snatched my truck keys and made me wait inside for a few minutes before I was allowed to come out. That all started about half an hour ago, now we were stopped in the middle of god knows where while we sat in the trunk and watched the sunset. I sneak a look at Calum, the golden light of the sunset casting shadows along his face. I can’t help but stare for a moment. I’ll never understand how I got so lucky to not only find him but have him as mine. 

He puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer to him, nuzzling his cheek into my hair. My heart swells as I curl into his side and I couldn't tell him but at this exact moment I know this is the man I want for the rest of my life, to grow old with.

I snuggle my face a little closer to him when my hands grow cold from the wind. I sneak my hands under his shirt to warm them up and his breath catches in his throat before speeding up.

“Why are you breathing like that?” I laugh

The dim light isn’t forgiving as I see his cheeks grow red, “You make me nervous”

“I make You nervous?” I chuckle and sit up straight to look him in his eyes. The fluffy blue blanket over our laps falls off me a bit and Cal immediately readjusts it to cover me more.

“I didn't know such a thing was possible. Could it be true? Is Calum Hood a big softie?”

He scoffs lightly as he looks into my eyes, “Are you kidding? How can I not be nervous? We’re sitting here on Mulholland drive watching the sunset and it truly baffles me how you can look so good in my sweatshirt that it almost physically hurts and I really hope you forget you have it on so I have an excuse to call you tomorrow.”

And now I'm speechless. My heart is pounding so hard I think I might die, I stare into his eyes which back with the most adoration I’ve ever seen. Before my brain can catch up to what I’m doing our lips are locking. His beard rubs on my face and I reach my hands up from under his shirt to rest on his cheek. I feel the hair under my fingertips and he pulls me in by my waist. I don’t think I could have planned a better date. The taste of coffee left on his lips and I can’t understand how he can drink coffee so late.

I pull away for air and I open my eyes to look back into Calums,” You should know by now that you don't need an excuse.”

I sit in his arms and in this moment there is no place I feel safer and warmer. I mean how can there be a warmer place when his skin is so soft and he’s almost a human heater. Calum stokes his thumb along my cheek and I can feel that warmth radiate through his hand.

“What did I get right in life to be here with you right now?”

I laugh and lean into him. Our noses brush together as my forehead rests on his, “I ask myself that every day.” 

#calum hood #calum hood x reader #calum hood x y/n #calum hood x you #calum 5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos fic

[ghost-of-you]

Catch 22 - CH - Bonus Chapter

Paring: Calum Hood x Original Female Character

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none, this is just fluff.

Author's note: Okay, so, I've had this written as bullet points but with nothing really concrete since I first outlined the series, but it didn't really fit with what i posted, so i just let it be, until a few days ago when @getsojaded said a few nice things about this series that had me thinking about it again. Then this was born. It's just domestic fluff. The angst writer in me didn't know I could write something that's just fluffy, but here we are.

If you just came across this, I don't think you need to read the whole series to think this is cute so if you just wanna read some fluff maybe go for it oskaoskaoksoaks.

The title for this one is from sweet nothings by Taylor Swift

read it on ao3

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You're in the kitchen humming...

Emma follows the noise more than anything else. She’s not really used to waking up alone anymore so when she rolled over in bed to find Calum’s side empty, she was confused. Then she heard the clanking coming from the kitchen, so she sleepily moves to their closet, grabbing the first of Calum’s hoodies she could get her hands on, before walking through the house, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, watching Calum's back as he reads something in his phone while leaning against the counter and humming a melody she doesn’t really recognize, the band was back in the studio, so for all she knows it could be something new he’s working on, before walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his middle.

“Hi,” she says, leaning against his back, her head on his arm.

“Morning,” Calum says, turning his head to kiss the top of her head, and she giggles.

“What are you doing?” She asks, leaning her head to the side a bit more, glancing around all the ingredients around the counter before looking at his phone so she could see what he was reading, finding a brownie recipe. 

“Woke up feeling like baking,” he shrugs and she giggles.

“Okay, you need help?” She asks, moving to sit on the chair next to them.

“Not unless you’re ready to tell me the secret to your brownies,” he teases, glancing at her with pleading eyes and a grin, making her laugh.

“Okay,” she agrees, folding her sleeves so she could use her hands, pulling her hair up, and the bowl next to her closer and he turns to her, looking surprised.

“Wait, really?” He asks, face lighting up, making her heart flutter as she nods.

“Yeah.” The nod becomes a giggle when he leans forward, kissing her, then becomes a laughing fit when she almost falls off the chair as she chases his lips when he pulls away, making him have to catch her so she wouldn’t end up face first on the floor, laughing too.

“You okay?” Calum asks when he finally stops laughing, and she nods.

“You’re gonna be disappointed though,” she scrunches her nose, looking at him.

“Why?”

“It’s just chocolate,” she explains, pressing her lips together and turning to the counter, pulling the bag of flour and a measuring cup.

“What is just chocolate?” He frowns as he watches her pour the flour into the bowl.

“I add melted chocolate and cocoa powder to the batter, then I put some chips in it just for good measure,” she laughs, glancing at him while motioning for him to get the sugar for her.

“So it’s just an insane amount of chocolate?” He asks when he hands her the bag, and she nods. 

“Sorry to disappoint you,” she giggles as she adds the sugar and he slides the cocoa powder to her.

“Not disappointed, I should’ve guessed it was something like that,” he chuckles and she smiles at him as she mixes, “so you just put the chips in the microwave, or do you need to melt it in some fancy way?”

“Microwave is fine,” she says and he nods, kissing the side of her head as he moves to the microwave, “did you melt the butter?” 

“Yeah, it’s in the other bowl, you mix wet and dry separately, right? So I already mixed it with the eggs,” he tells her, making her laugh, “wait does the chocolate go with the wet or the dry?” He asks when he moves back and she raises an eyebrow at him, “never mind, stupid question,” he laughs, mixing the chocolate in. 

“I’m gonna get a tray,” she says as he finishes the batter and he grins at her. 

“You think they’re gonna turn out as good as yours?” Calum asks once the brownies are in the oven, sitting on the chair by the counter and pulling her to him so she's standing between his legs.

“I don’t see why they wouldn’t,” she says, leaning into his chest and hiding her face in his neck when he wraps his arms around her. 

“We’ll see,” he says to her hair, and she nods. 

“In a few minutes, yeah." 

"I'm gonna let Duke out," he says, letting go of her and she pouts at him, making him laugh and kiss her, earning him a giggle.

"I'll make coffee and clean then." 

The counter is clean, the dishes are washed and Emma is checking to see if the brownies are done when Calum comes back.

"Love?" He calls from somewhere behind her as she looks around for the oven mitts and she hums in acknowledgment, "do you remember the first time I had your brownies?" 

"Yeah," she laughs, opening the oven door and pulling the tray out, "you joked I was your favorite person and that I should marry you, hard to forget," she adds, setting the tray on top of the oven, "why?" 

"You are my favorite person," Calum says, and she chuckles, turning to him, finding him down on one knee, her eyes widening as she looks at him, "would you please marry me?" He asks, opening the ring box, but she's answering before he's quite finished speaking.

"Yes," she says, her voice sounding way too high as she drops to her knees too, "oh my god, yes," she repeats, throwing her arms around him, almost making them fall back and he laughs as he holds them up and her tightly against him, before she pulls away and starts kissing him. 

"Can you let me give you the ring now?" He asks against her lips and she can't stop smiling as she nods and pulls back, giving him her hand.

"I love you," she says once the ring is on her finger and she throws herself at him again.

"I love you too, so much," he says, cupping her cheeks and kissing her, before pulling them up.

"Did you plan this?" She asks, looking at the brownies and back to his face and he shakes his head.

"Not really. I've been trying to find the right moment and this felt right, so I just went for it. I was right to assume you would prefer something like that, right?" He asks, studying her face and she nods.

"Yeah, that was perfect actually, if you tried to pull something too elaborate I would've freaked out." 

"I know."

"This is just," she breathes, looking at the ring, "I love you so much." 

"Me or the ring?" Calum teases and she rolls her eyes.

"You know I would marry you in a parking lot with a ring pop."

"Yeah?" He asks, pulling her to him and she shakes her head, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"No, I'm only with you for the money," Emma jokes and he laughs.

"Damnit," he complains looking away, but he’s still laughing. 

"Babe, I've been in love with you for a decade," she says, cupping his cheeks to get him to look at her again.

"It's a long-term investment," he jokes and she gives him an unimpressed look.

"Idiot." 

"Your idiot," he grins at her, leaning in so he could kiss her, and she giggles against his lips.

“I can live with that,” she grins, kissing his cheek and moving away from his hold, opening a drawer to look for a knife for the brownies.

"Wait," she stops, closing the drawers without pulling anything out, turning back to Calum, "who gets M on the ceremony?"

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#catch22 #calum hood fic #calum hood fanfic #5sos fics #5sos fanfic #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5 seconds of summer fic #calum hood fluff #i cant believe im still writing them but who am i to deny inspiration when it comes oskaoskaoskaoskas #maybe other bonus chapters will happen #who knows i definitely dont